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Severus...Severus Snape.
It's a lovely name, and sometimes when he's alone, Argus finds himself murmuring it under his breath, savouring the sibilant hiss over his tongue.
Severus Snape is pale and slight, with the darkest eyes Argus has ever seen. He's a clever one, quiet and sharp-tongued by turn, and Argus gets breathless just looking at him. Sometimes at night, it's Severus in his thoughts. Never coarse: just arms around his neck and, oh, maybe a kiss...
Argus would never hurt him. He loves him, every bit as much as he hates himself.
Severus Snape is twelve years old.