"I promise to help Draco. Through all his time as a Death Eater. I promise to help him succeed. If he fails, I will bring out the task myself, and protect the boy from Voldemort's hands. I promise to help my own daughter as well, with whatever task she may have. If I fail, I will personally let Narcissa kill me in anyway possible.
Bellatrix clapped her hands and spun in excitement, but then stopped.
"Snape, I hate to ruin this moment, but, I think we have a listener up on the stairs."
Without him looking, he said, "Y/n, why don't you come down?"
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.