The Witch I Hate (and Love) (фемслэш)

Harri Potter never expected to return to Hogwarts—especially not as a professor, standing in the same corridors where she once dodged curses and detentions. But after failing as an Auror, she has nowhere else to go. The last thing she wants is to face her again: Severine Snape.
Except the Severine who survived the war isn’t the same cruel professor she remembers. She’s quieter, sharper in a different way, and when Harri tries to bridge the gap between them, she finds something unexpected—neither hatred nor pity, but a reluctant understanding.
Late-night conversations in the dungeons stir up old memories. The way Severine’s hands moved during Potions. The intensity of her gaze, always fixed on Harri in a way that felt like more than loathing. The realization creeps in like a slow-acting poison:
Maybe she never hated Severine Snape at all.
Maybe she just didn’t know what to call this feeling.
In other words: A slow-burn, post-war fem!Snarry where Harri realizes her "hatred" was always something far more complicated.