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Second chapter is out! I’m excited!

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Potter - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sirius Black/Severus Snape, Regulus Black & Severus Snape Characters: Severus Snape, Sirius Black, Regulus Black, James Potter, Marauders (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Young Severus Snape, Wizarding World (Harry Potter), First Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Bullying, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Self-Worth Issues, Slow Burn, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal, POV Severus Snape, Severus Snape-centric, Good Regulus Black, Marauders, Disguise, Enemies to Lovers, Severus Snape Deserves Better, Severus Snape Needs a Hug, 1970s Summary:

Survival at Hogwarts has always meant enduring hexes and humiliation, but Severus could handle it. At least until a single failing grade shatters his hopes of ever escaping to a better life. For the first time, he wonders… would life be easier if he wasn't Severus Snape? Lucky for him, he is a potion genius and relief is only a few experiments away.

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Snirius Drabble: Haunted

I’m on the road at the moment so I wrote this on my phone. Hope I still caught all the spelling mistakes.

The rain was falling in a gloomy drizzle, painting the outside world a depressing gray. The occasional gust of wind lashed the water against the window, as if wanting to break the glass and drench the inside as well.

It didn’t have to dry this hard. The sitting room of Grimmauld Place might be dry, but the weariness had long sunk into every piece of furniture, the walls and even the floors. Everything was tainted. The people daring to step inside were no exception. Who dared to stay, try to make it home, would be overtaken by the darkness lurking within.

But still Sirius was here, no matter how many dark memories the place held, no matter how much it gnawed at his sanity, he stayed. He had nowhere else to go.

The world outside no longer had a place for him, as he was still stuck in a war that had already ended. The wizarding world was celebrating and rebuilding, but he was still in mourning, caught by the ghost of those that hadn’t survived. Those he has been unable to save, stuck in the in-between. Those he had only heard about after the war was over and the destruction of Voldemort had shaken the fundament of magic to the extreme till the Veil spit him out.

For everyone else years had passed, they had moved on from his death, had fought, built new alliances and were betrayed by others. For Sirius, only a moment had passed since he had fought Bellatrix and lost his footing.

The space he had once occupied in others' lives was gone. Harry still tried to include Sirius, but he was done with the war, wanted to be normal and start a family. He didn’t need someone who was flinching at every sudden move, who turned back to people that were no longer with them.

When Sirius was with him, Harry hurt. So to be a good godparent, Sirius let him be, only sending the occasional owl, so Harry knew he was alright. Even though he wasn’t.

All his friends were dead now. Remus being the last one to fall in the final battle. Hearing about that lose hurt. As had that Remus had found love and now had a child and Sirius had not been there to share the joy of it. He tried to visit Teddy once a week, be part of his life so he could tell him about his dad once he was bigger. But there were bad weeks when he didn’t manage to get out of bed and wouldn’t wish his presence on no one, least of all a child. So realistically speaking he saw the little munchkin once at most twice per month.

He was barely scrapping by, only kept alive thanks to the very dutiful house elf Harry had organized for him, who made sure he ate and drank at least something once per day.

Some days he asked himself why magic had deemed it so he returned from the other side. What purpose did he serve? Wouldn’t it be better if he had stayed in the nothingness, where pain didn’t exist?

He should close the blinds and move over to the fireplace and seek warmth before his thoughts got even more depressing thanks to the weather. But he didn’t. He stared into the rain as melancholy filled him.

He couldn’t, the mere five meters was too big of a distance to cover.

Instead, he looked into the rain.

Snape would have loved it. The weather would have matched perfectly with his dark vampire aesthetic.

But Snape wasn’t here to see it anymore, fallen in battle just like everyone else. Sirius shouldn’t care, should be glad that with this the Marauders had outlived their old school enemy. But he wasn’t. He caught himself thinking about the other when he least expected, his mind just coming to a screeching halt as memories overwhelmed him.

He couldn’t explain why, really. For most of their life they had antagonized each other till they landed on different sides of the war. And even when Snape had switched to their side and helped protect Harry, there had been nothing but mistrust and irritation.

Sleeping together in the aftermath of a violent fight didn’t just change things. Hate-sex was very much a thing. And what if Snape had sometimes left some Dreamless sleep during order meetings. He just wanted to make Sirius trust him, so he would drink poison without question one day when Snape had enough of him. And if Sirius played a prank on someone that accused Snape of still being a Death Eater, it had been just him wanting some fun. It was mere coincidence that it happen to get the person running his mouth.

So maybe they had moved past some of their childhood rivalry and were allays. But not friend, they were not even close to how he and Remus or even James had been.

But you didn’t get so hung up over a co-worker that you could barely tolerate. And it pissed Sirius off. How could he go days without the loss of Remus breaking him apart, but Snape crept into his thoughts every day. Even in death, the git still annoyed him.

Only he hadn’t been a git in his eyes for a long time. Calling him that, pissing him off, had been fun, but Sirius hadn’t meant it. Not in a long time.

Thinking back, it was properly his twisted way of flirting, making sure he had all the other's attention. Did he mention his childhood had been messed up and Azkaban had only made it worse? Who could blame him for being a total idiot when having a crush on someone for the first time? Or not realizing he had developed feelings until the other party had departed this world?

He was truly fucked. Especially since he didn’t know how to process his feelings with the other no longer here to scream at.

Life really sucked.

On the bright side, with everyone's death, there was no one there to judge him. Well, there was Harry. And Andy. And Ginny, since with her marriage to Harry she was now also his family and turned out to be a worse mother-hen than Molly. So maybe he was still being judged.

Maybe he should ask her for advice. Women were good with feelings and stuff right? Just because she married her first love didn’t mean she couldn’t relate to being heartbroken because the man you thought you hated all your life was actually someone you loved. Or maybe he should shove the feelings deep, deep down and never speak of it ever until he took the secret to the grave one day. Yeah, that’s a good plan.

Suddenly the hair on the back of his neck stood up as a shiver ran down his spine. The invisible hand of magic a heavy touch on his head. Something was happening. The old Black family magic tried to tell him something. Him, the family disappointment, because he was the last of the blacks that still carried the name.

He clumsily tried to search the magic. His heir training never went into such detail, and he was fully out of his element. The tingle in his mind got more intense as the family magic, bless its patience, repeated itself pushing him into the right direction.

Something had tipped off the wards. Which shouldn’t be possible. The only people that know about this place which he refused to get out from under the Fidelus charm, were the golden trio, Andy and Ginny, all people that had already access through the wards.

So how had someone managed to find this place? It was not as if Sirius had any human contact to anyone but them and as they were not the secret keepers they couldn’t share the location.

He should properly call for help. Or flee. That's what a normal person would do.

Instead, he was already halfway out the door, want in hand and curses on his lips. His fight or flight instinct was completely turned towards fight after spending so many years fighting a war.

Edging down the stairs, he avoided the noisy ones trying to catch the attacker unaware. All this caution was for naught as he froze, seeing the dark figure standing in the entrée way. He would have made an easy target for every curse or hex one could imagine, but all he got was a raised eyebrow.

Something he knew too well, something that had haunted his dreams for the last months. Something he thought was lost.

But here stood Severus Snape looking no worse for wear with a single red feather in his hand that reminded him of Fawkes. “Black, I see Potter’s story about your demise had been highly exaggerated.”

This fucker, as if he had any right to talk.

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Snirius Prompt: Scatter 2

And the other one. Yes, this would have fit on Discord, but I'm way too inactive on here, and the Drabbles are a nice way to get into posting regularly.

The abandoned classroom was dark, torches long burned out and not replaced in years. A single enchanted candle threw long shadows, making Severus’ hated features stand out even more on his face. Luckily, there was no one in the room with him who could make fun of him for his repulsive face. If only the rest of the castle would also hide him from view and protect him from others.

But the darkness also concealed the materials on the desk, making his work hard, and would have tripped anyone up who wasn’t as talented as Severus. It was only countless hours spent in similar conditions that enabled Severus to prepare potions almost blind, going by touch and smell alone. 

The scent of crushed Valeria root filled his nose as he pushed it into the cauldron, steady hands stirring counter-clockwise five times until they were fully dissolved. So far, so good, everything looked as it should. The steps hadn’t been overly complicated, but now it was time for what would push the potion from school to NEWT level.

He got out his mortar and the most expensive ingredient he had ever used. Starstone, 

a shimmering ore that was so rare, it could feed a family for a whole year. Something he had only gotten his hands on since a housemate of his had needed to keep Severus quiet, no matter the cost. The price of having it known he had broken his engagement by sleeping with another woman would have been much higher than the stone. Which was fortunate for Severus.

He had planned to keep the stone as the start capital for his Mastery, but desperate times called for desperate measures. And he was truly desperate. 

He couldn’t get Lily’s voice out of his head. Her anger, the tears she barely held back. A single word of his, shouted in anger, as he lost control, had destroyed their years of friendship in a moment. All his attempts to fix their relationship ever since had been brutally blocked by Lily. 

Now he was alone. 

The only person who had ever cared for him in the whole school now also hated him. 

He was alone, unwanted, unloved. His heart was heavy as he desperately searched for a reason to go on. A single person who would mourn him should he disappear. 

A person whose name this potion would hopefully reveal to him. If they even existed. 

Snape carefully pried off a small piece from the stone and ground it slowly into a fine powder, putting the rest of it back into its storage container. Taking a deep breath, he scattered the powder into the potion, making it take on a silver shine as it glowed. Speaking the incarnation, he prepared the last step that would make sure the potion would truly show whoever loved him: three drops of his own blood. 

He held his breath in anticipation, hoping beyond hope that the name Lily would still appear, no matter how unlikely it was. 

It was stupid, pathetic. A good way to get his heart broken. But wasn’t that the story of Severus’ life? Getting hurt over and over again until all that was left were pieces. 

He waited with bartered breath for the smoke to form words, a name, but nothing happened, 

"There’s no one.” A humorous laugh left his chest. “There is truly no one who cares for me anymore. I have destroyed everything.” 

He was just about to vanish the potion, hating himself for having wasted such valuable resources for nothing, but a broken heart. But then there was a bright flare, and there was silver mist rising from the surface, hanging in the air. 

Severus’ heart beat fast, his mouth dry, his hands shaking, anticipation filling him. He hadn’t fucked up everything up.

But instead of the L and the E, he had expected, there was an S, O and a B.

Frowning, he tried to remember if there was any Slytherin with those initials that didn’t completely hate him for being a half blood and tainting their house. Because it had to be a Slytherin. With Lily gone, every last Gryffindor now hated him and wished he would leave the school. The Ravenclaws despised him for being better in Potions and DADA and wanted him to lose. And even the normally mild-mannered Hufflepuffs couldn’t stand him, being afraid and always making sure there were in a group of at least five when meeting him.

Then the other letters appeared. Sirius Orion Black.

Snape went still, very, very still. He waited for it to change, to for the true name instead of this prank. It has to be a joke. The Marauders were messing with him. 

But they didn’t know about his secret potion room, or that he was doing this potion today. They had no chance to manipulate the result. Going over all the steps again in his head, he was also sure he didn’t make a mistake. The potion had been perfect. 

But the words stayed, spelling out a harsh truth. Sirius Black loved him. His bully of five years, who had stood there and laughed while James Potter hung him upside down, who had tried to feed him to a werewolf, loved him. Not liked, not tolerated, but loved him. 

It didn’t make any sense. 

If you loved someone, you didn’t make their life miserable and even tried to kill them.

“No,” he whispers. “Not him.” Because this was worse than not having anyone. Sirius couldn’t love him. It just wasn’t right.

Jumping up to pace, he nearly knocked over the cauldron in his panic. No matter what happened, Black could never find out what had happened. If he knew that Severus knew, there was no saying how much pain he would cause Severus. No, the right thing was to ignore that this had ever happened and continue with his life, keeping his head down until he could finally leave Hogwarts.

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Snirius prompt: Scatter 1

Yes, you saw correctly. There is a 1. I liked this one so much I had to write two things.

“Okay, I can’t handle this anymore! What is wrong? Every time I hug you from behind, pet your hair, or hold your wand-hand, you flinch. Like I’m some sort of monster!” Sirius exclaimed loudly; he always was loud, but especially when his emotions ran high. Severus couldn’t help but flinch, faced with the other’s aggressive body language and high volume.

“See, you are doing it right now!” 

Deep breaths, Severus told himself. Sirius was his boyfriend. He was just frustrated. It was safe. But his body wouldn’t listen to logic, and his voice shook as he spoke. “I’m trying alright. But you don’t just forget seven years of conditioning.”

“I’ve spent the last two years trying to be more than that! Merlin, Severus, when do I get to stop paying for being fifteen and stupid?” Sirius was frustrated. Severus could understand that the boy, no, a man by now, had tried to be better, to do right by Severus for all he had done. But it wasn’t that easy. The past didn’t just disappear because both of them wished it so. 

“When I stop hearing the laughter in my sleep.” For it was the truth. No matter how much he improved, how happy he was with his current life, all it took was a single nightmare, and he was back there, scared, traumatized. Shattered to the point it took days until he could function properly again, even with Sirius’ help. 

“So what, this—whatever we are—it’s never going to work?” Sirius' anger had disappeared. Right now, he looked as lost as Severus felt.

“You want an answer? Fine. I don’t know. But I can promise you, I won’t just wake up tomorrow and everything will be perfect. I told you when we started this! I warned you! I told you I wasn’t one of your easy conquests you could sweep off their feet with some pretty words. You wanted to try anyway.”

“Because I thought I could prove to you that I have changed, that I’m grown up, that I regret it. But no matter what, it is never good enough for you. All I will ever be to you is a bully and a playboy, no matter what.” He was right. It was unfair. He had changed, had become someone to admire, someone people could easily love. All the love letters he always returned and the invitations to dates he turned down were proof of that.

It wasn’t fair of Severus to chain the man to himself when he had so many better prospects out there. People who could love him fully, who were not chained by their past. Sirius deserved better. Severus just had to accept that.

“I’m sorry. You should go.” The words hurt as they were spoken. He loves the other dearly. But for once in his life, he wouldn’t be selfish - against his Slytherin nature - and would set the other free. 

Sirius’ face fell at the words as he shook his head in denial. But when Severus just set his features into a mask and didn’t take his words back, Sirius was filled with disappointment. “I don’t even know why I ever—” he couldn’t even finish his sentence. “… Right. I’ll spare you my presence.”

Turning on his heels, Sirius stormed out of Severus’ apartment, slamming the door behind him. It felt final. Like a chapter of Severus’ life ending before his very eyes. 

He doubted Sirius would be back. What could Severus offer? His bright personality? Good looks? Money, as he barely scraped by with part-time jobs while he worked on his Mastery? Or even his patience, as he often lost his temper, exhausted from long hours and too little sleep. 

No, Sirius would have no trouble finding someone else. Someone who could give him a better life. 

Looking over the small one-room apartment, his heart ached as reminders of Sirius’ existence were scattered through the room. 

A worn leather jacket was thrown over the back of a ratty chair. On the counter, a package of biscuits that Severus despises. A half-finished cup of tea on the table with a motorcycle on it, Severus had gotten him for Christmas. A colorful fuzzy sock half hidden under the bed. 

He knelt, picking up the sock. He should collect everything and put together a package to send to Sirius. Then the man wouldn’t have to come back to collect his things. And Severus’ heart wouldn’t break seeing him leave a second time. 

Instead, the fabric slipped through his numb fingers as Severus sat down, leaning against the bed. His limbs trembled as he bit his lips, trying desperately to hold back his tears.  

It was better this way. He had done the right thing. 

So why did it feel like his world was ending?

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Snirius prompt: Flame

A drabble prompt from the StarPrince Sever. It got a bit too long for the Discord, so I will post it here and link to it. It is just something quick and fun, so there are probably some spelling errors I overlooked.

The quill scratched over the parchment, the letters an elegant cursive that Severus had spent months perfecting when starting Hogwarts, wanting to fit in with his pure-blooded peers. Even years later -  filled with many bad decisions and on the wrong side of a war - his writing is still as pristine as it had always been.

The words, though, had changed from back then. No longer were they refined and checked for every double meaning. Now they were raw and honest, baring all the emotions he usually conceals behind the shields that kept him alive while he was lying to the face of the Dark Lord. Once a year, he allows himself to let go, bare his soul, remind himself that there is a man left under the scars. It is what gives him the power to continue on, day after day, wearing a mask as he continues to be the pawn of Albus Dumbledore, preparing for the time the Dark Lord returns and war will reign over Britain once more. 

Should anyone ever read the letters, they would be surprised to learn who they were addressed to. Not his best friend, he had lost long before her death, now 13 years ago. Nor to his mother, whom he still mourns, or the headmaster holding his leash. No, the letters go to someone no one would expect, someone he should despise, since the man himself wouldn’t offer a hand if Severus were drowning. 

But here he was writing a letter to Sirius Black. A letter of hidden feelings, he was too afraid to confess during their school days, fearing rejection and prosecution. A letter of pain, as the man’s actions still made him uneasy every time the full moon graced the sky. A letter of regret for the path Severus had chosen and how late he had found his way back. A letter of apology for Severus knew Sirius was innocent - would never have betrayed James Potter if it cost him his life - but Severus was powerless to prove his innocence and set him free again. But most important, a letter of love, of longing, of desperate want. 

A pointless letter since Severus never sent a single one of them, not since he found the courage to write the first one shortly after Lily’s death and Sirius’s imprisonment, wanting to let him know that he was not alone. Meaningless since even if prisoners were allowed mail, Severus was too big of a coward to have his words read by anyone. No, he had burned it instead, and every letter since. 

Now that the man was free - even if on the run with Pettigrew in the wind - he could send it. Instead, he watched the flames in his fireplace as they ate the paper until nothing but ash remained. 

A knock on his door pulled him from his dark thoughts. The emotions fell from his face as the blank mask returned. Time for another year of surviving. 

Opening the door, he expected Albus with a special mission to fill his summer holidays. Instead, he came face to face with the person who had just filled his thoughts. For the first time, the spy's perfect mask slipped, showing his shock. 

Sirius Black pushed inside, closing the door before a passing Muggle could see him and call the authorities. What was he doing here? Did he want revenge for Severus getting Lupin fired? The loyal Gryffindor always ready to defend his friend? Or was it more personal, and he blamed Severus for the rat’s escape?

“Hello Severus,” Sirius’ words made him flinch. Not Sniviluss - the nickname the Marauders had been so found of - nor Snape. Alarm bells rang in Severus’ mind, since something was wrong. “Sorry it took so long, I had a lot going on between Azkaban, Peter, and being on the run.” A self-deprived chuckle. “This is hard. I just wanted to say. I got your letters.”

As if to prove it, Sirius pulled a stack of papers from his worn leather jacket. Severus instantly recognized his own handwriting. He shook his head, panic crawling up his throat. It couldn’t be. “I burned them!”

“Ahh, yeah. I guessed as much. And that you had no idea what you were doing.” A faith chuckle. “It’s Black family stuff. Old. A way to communicate without owls. Write the full name of a Black, think of them, burn the letter, they will get it.”

Now, Severus was fully panicking. These letters were never meant to be read by anyone, least of all Sirius. They held too much power over Severus, showing his heart and leaving him unprotected. They were a sharp blade in Sirius’ hand, the tip sitting right against Severus’ throat, a single word able to drive it into the flesh. 

Warm hands grabbed his shaking ones before he could turn tail and run, keeping him in place as Sirius tried to make eye contact. Severus was unable to endure the pity and instead suited the dirty floor under his feet. He had never gotten the stains out his father had left, no matter how many cleaning spells he threw at it.

“I wanted to say thank you. The letters, knowing someone out there believed my innocence, were what kept me going all these years in Azkaban. Without them, I doubt I would be here today. Without you, I would have given in to the Dementors long ago.” Sirius stepped closer, his boots entering Severus’ field of vision, and he gasped as Sirius’ forehead met his own. “I wanted to say so much, made speech after speech as I sat in that damn cell, and now I can’t remember any of it. I blame you. You are just so…” Severus shrank into himself,, head beating fast in fear. It was his fault. He had done something wrong.

A hand on his chin tilted up his head, and they looked eyes. He prayed Sirius was not skilled in Legilimency as his shields were in tatters right now. 

There was no accusation, no hate or pity on Sirius’ face. Just a soft smile and eyes filled with warmth. Leaning forward, Sirius pressed his lips softly against Severus’. “It is infuriating. All you do is stand there, and I feel like I can’t breathe, thinking about your lips, wanting to pull you close and never let you leave my arms again.” As if to prove his words, he stole another kiss, this one lingering longer than the first. “I answered you, you know. Every single letter I got, I wrote an answer to. Couldn’t send them back, obviously. But I just thought, if you like-” He pulled out a bundle from his other pocket, some of it paper, but some of it dirty fabric - most likely from his prison uniform. “If you want to read them. You don’t have to. I just thought that maybe you would like to know. Fuck. I swear I was good at this once. A real smooth talker. It is just. You kind of turn my brain into mush. You are pretty.” Sirius squeaked instantly, slapping a hand over his mouth as he turned red under it. “Forget I said that!”

Grabbing the letters from Sirius’ hand, Snape pressed them to his chest, a treasure he never expected to receive. Then he leaned in, stealing his own kiss from Sirius’ lips. “Shut up, you stupid man, and kiss me properly.”

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A fanfic idea I don't have the time nor Potter knowledge to write

There had always only been two sides: the light and the dark. Good and evil. Dumbledore and Voldemort—locked in an intense battle for dominance.

And then there was Severus Snape.

He had never wanted to be the alternative, but here he was—the third faction no one knew about, except for his followers. Something he had neither planned nor wanted, but that had still happened. And all because he hadn’t been able to leave his childhood friend behind, no matter what. So when his housemates discriminated against her and forbade him from speaking with her, instead of just accepting it, he investigated why. Why did purebloods hate Muggleborns so much? Why did Hogwarts celebrate Christmas and Halloween instead of the traditional holidays, and when did that change? Where were the classes that integrated people into the magical community and taught them things like etiquette, politics, and the old ways?

And why did it always come down to Albus Dumbledore?

To say he wasn’t impressed to find that the entire conflict between purists and Muggleborns was manmade—manufactured by teaching ignorance—was an understatement. Severus discovered that, instead of addressing the issues, house points had been introduced, alienating people even further.

Baffled by such mishandling, he went to Lucius—the only person he knew who was involved in politics and could answer why no one had done anything to stop this. Only, the man himself was just as shocked. Looking deeper into it, they found the issues went far beyond Hogwarts and Dumbledore. Lucius was at a loss as to what to do now.

The Dark Lord wanted to purge all Muggles from their world, and Dumbledore wanted to make their world Muggle. Neither option sounded pleasing upon the new revelations—that it wasn’t the Muggleborns’ fault, but their own politics that had caused the issue, eroding their culture. That was when Severus made the mistake of asking why, instead of joining one of the two factions, Lucius couldn’t do his own thing—integrating Muggleborns into their society and culture, teaching them their ways. Lucius agreed to try, even with his limited power while his father was still the active Lord of the House of Malfoy.

This should have been the extent of Severus’ involvement, as he left everything else to the older boy and steered clear of trouble while spending time with Lily. Only, Lucius seemed to think that since Severus had brought the issue up and done all the research, he should be the leader of this new faction.

Which was idiotic on so many levels.

First, he was a half-blood—no one would listen to him. Then there was also his looks, or lack thereof, and his missing charm. With him as a leader, the whole ordeal was set to fail from the beginning. It didn’t stop Lucius from introducing new people to him, all willing to follow the new cause as they were desperate for an alternative between the two extremes. They didn’t have a name—a fancy moniker like the Knights of Walpurgis (which had turned into the Death Eaters) or the Order of the Phoenix. They just were. There was no need for a name; if you were part of it, you knew, and if you weren’t, it was better that you didn’t find out.

While the other factions fought, they focused on gaining political allies and changing the system from within while conducting research. At Hogwarts, they left books and parchments lying around for Muggleborns to find, informing them of the world they were now part of. It was slow, less spectacular than the other factions—but also less bloody.

Then Severus made a discovery that escalated things.

There had been no Squibs a century ago. So where had they come from? Had Lady Magic abandoned them because of the Muggles, as many purists claimed? Unlikely. It took months of research—comparing birth records between countries, newspapers, and all other available information—made harder by the fact that most nobles disposed of their Squibs quietly. But he came to a shocking revelation.

Squibs were a product of inbreeding. Their blood had become so tainted from generations of marrying their own cousins that magic was vanishing from their bloodlines. That was also the reason why most noble houses only had one child and so many stillbirths—the blood simply couldn’t handle being born into a world of magic anymore.

If they continued like this, there wouldn’t be any noble houses left—all would die out. Half-bloods were better off, but even they were affected by convoluted bloodlines, and it would take generations of fresh blood to undo the damage. Especially since there were no true Muggleborns—just decades of Squib lines marrying Muggles until a spark ignited magic in a child again.

Presenting his findings, their faction knew they had to act—and fast—if they wanted to save their culture and children. It also swayed many more people to their side. Not only nobles, but even Muggleborns joined—some wanting to discover which family they were distantly descended from, others wanting to be part of a culture they had just learned about. It was a silent change, happening behind closed doors, no one knowing who was involved—but made powerful by the sheer number of people, ready to do whatever they had to in order to save Wizarding Britain from ruin.

All under Severus’ direction.

He had really, really tried to pawn the job off on someone—anyone—else, but to no avail. The main people involved came to him, asking for his opinion, wanting to know if they should push a motion forward.

All Severus wanted was to go to school, pass his NEWTs, and become a Potions Master. Instead, he was busy leading a societal revolution—stripping both the Dark Lord and Dumbledore of their power.

He needed a nap.

Instead, he was dragged to balls and meetings, where people would fall over themselves just for a chance to speak to him.

He hated people. He didn’t want to talk to people.

Why had he thought it was a good idea to look into things?

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My first fanfic for Harry Potter, and more specifically Snirius. Exciting... and scary. Since I’m new, I would really appreciate some feedback. Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Potter - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sirius Black/Severus Snape, Regulus Black & Severus Snape Characters: Severus Snape, Sirius Black, Regulus Black, James Potter, Marauders (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Young Severus Snape, Wizarding World (Harry Potter), First Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Bullying, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Self-Worth Issues, Slow Burn, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal, POV Severus Snape, Severus Snape-centric, Good Regulus Black, Marauders, Disguise, Enemies to Lovers, Severus Snape Deserves Better, Severus Snape Needs a Hug, 1970s Summary:

Survival at Hogwarts has always meant enduring hexes and humiliation, but Severus could handle it. At least until a single failing grade shatters his hopes of ever escaping to a better life. For the first time, he wonders… would life be easier if he wasn't Severus Snape? Lucky for him, he is a potion genius and relief is only a few experiments away.

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Heyho Snirius-nation

I started writing a Snirius fanfic, still in the early stages so nothing really shippy happened yet and wanted to ask if anyone was willing to have a quick look at the first 5k.

I never wrote Snape or Harry Potter fanfics so I just want some general feedback if what I’m doing is working at all.

It is a fic at the start of fifth year before the prank and so far mostly focused on Snape getting a bad grade and the emotional fallout. It has Regulus as a good friend if that helps?

So yeah just searching for some feedback before I refine the chapter or go on to the next. Doesn’t make sense to continue writing if everything is terrible out of character and I have to redo the first chapter anyway.

Thank you ❤️

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Omg Fox just napping complete death to the world

Pt I

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Everyone would cry. And Anakin would panic and be like ‘already feeling better thanks Master Che I think they need the bed more. So I’m off to fight a war and see people I care about die in front of me. Bye.’

From then on Anakin would have to go see a medic or healer every time after a mission and then either get treatment or even sleep and rest for a day before going to see the Masters. Who all be heave like mother Nexus wanting to pamper him.

How many times do you think Anakin arrived a meeting, a call, or honestly anything important for his job swinging and stumbling and speaking weirdly, so everyone would just glare at him like "Showing up drunk is worse than not showing up at all", only for it to be that he's actually with a severe concussion; or dizzy from blood loss, or oxygen isn't reaching his brain or literally anything but drunk; in fact , Obi-Wan wishes he was drunk.

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Nice

(I love Kryptic. Nice dude.)

Hunter is just the definition of a thirst trap, right?

RIGHT?

Right.

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I can die happy now. The new merch from @wolviecat is here.

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I can’t wait till my next paycheck to get a sticker commission

COMMISSIONS

Hi, I'm trying again and I'm opening the commissions! Starting price is 30$, and I do both SFW and NSFW

I also offer sticker commission for 3$ + postal fee

Please even if you don't want anything (right now 😝😅) please reblog this

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It’s Fox day!!!!

Here's Fox, inspecting his freshly brewed pumpkin spice latte. While it's caf content percentage is admittedly questionable, it was deemed delicious nonetheless, therefore it's off the blasphemy list from now on and is freely consumable by all.

Happy 10/10 vode!

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Most and Least favorite person

"Go away."

"This is how you speak to your favorite Jedi?"

"I don't have a favorite Jedi. I don't have a Jedi I like, and even if I would, you would be deep down on that long list."

"Even if I bring you coffee?"

"Fine. But you're on a thin ice."

Fox and Vos for @draw-your-blorbo favorite and least favorite person

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Omg omg omg omg omg omg omg it’s happening. It is adorable. I love the droid. And the armor and everything. I just love it

As I mentionned a few days ago, Fox got a Droid and I'm so excited to show her to all of you :D

Her name is Fox'ika and we match :D she is the absolute cutest!

She was a birthday present from my friend @goran-alrune who does customs and we worked on her together :D

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This is so adorable

hey folks,,,,,... glad 2 b here on tubblr . here's a little self-portrait of me,, a human male