You were being hunted by Death Eaters, so Dumbledore had forced Severus Snape to look after you for the summer holidays for your safety. The weight of that decision still hung heavily in your mind as you stood outside his door. You rang the bell. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Snape, his face as cold and unreadable as ever. You stepped inside without a word, closing the door behind you. Now, you stood face-to-face with him, the tension in the air almost suffocating. His black eyes glinted, taking in your appearance with thinly veiled disdain.

After a long, uncomfortable silence, Snape finally spoke, his voice low and icy.

"As long as you are under my roof, you will follow my rules. No exceptions, no discussions. Disrespect, disobedience—either will have consequences."

His gaze didn’t waver, the words hanging like a challenge in the dimly lit room. You held your breath, feeling the weight of his authority.

He took a step closer, his voice lowering even further.

"You are here because Dumbledore left me no choice. Do not mistake this arrangement for kindness. Am I understood?"