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✨Weakened Heart: Umbramortis✨
Severus Snape survived the war. He’s not thrilled about it.
Life after Voldemort was supposed to be quiet, preferably nonexistent, and certainly not filled with other people’s problems. Instead, Severus finds himself in a most unfortunate predicament—saddled with an unwanted role as a healer for someone who, much like himself, would rather not be here at all.
His patient is fragile, infuriatingly difficult to keep alive, and far too comfortable with her own mortality. And yet, against all logic, she’s also someone he doesn’t entirely hate. Which is concerning. Very concerning.
Trapped in a house where the furniture has too much personality, the house-elves are far too enthusiastic, and the family is distressingly nosy, Severus must endure the absolute worst fate imaginable—human connection. And if that wasn’t enough, it turns out that fate has cursed him with something even more insufferable: a very long, painful (frozen) slow-burn.
Sarcasm is exchanged like currency, reluctant care turns into something neither of them dare name, and Severus is faced with the most horrifying realization of all—perhaps life isn’t quite done with him yet.
For those who enjoy sharp wit, dry humor, and romance that moves slower than a petrified Flobberworm—this one’s for you.
P.S. My writing is way better than my drawing, I swear.