The Spy
My very humble tribute to my comfort character, Severus Snape.
By the jovial - albeit tired - look, I would say he was about 25-29 years old in this portrait.
Happy 64th birthday, you miserable grumpy sod.💚
I used a Rickman still for profile and proportion reference, but dared to try and reproduce what I felt like Severus might have looked like and dabbed my own attempt into his features. I didn't succeed, obviously, but I am quite happy with the way his face turned out looking like. It was a nice surprise!
Much like Snape, I too had to fight battles during my entire childhood and through my teenage years, seeping well into adulthood. I also had to "serve" two sides of the same story often acting as a "spy for the light". In my case, there was no conscience of it, no light, no darkness, and in the end no one won the battle. At least, Severus' purpose was fulfilled.
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Hi, I may or may not delate this later, but I wanted to rant about the werewolf incident between Snape and the marauders and it's honest sheer idiocy. And I mean Idiocy on everyone's part.
First, Sirius. What the fuck is wrong with you man? What made you think that it would be a good idea?! Are you really going to say that you thought Snape would not get gravely hurt? That he could not end up dead or cursed like your friend? You know, the one you outed?!?
Now, Snape. What kind of rubbish crossed your mind when you decided that doing what one of your bullies said was a good idea? What made you think that going to a supposedly haunted house in the middle of a full moon nigth was ok? In Hogwarts, the castle next to a forest full of creatures and deadly plants. This boy suspected that something was happening, and I've read that he had already started to figure out Lupin's problem. So why did he go!?!?
And Dumbledore. Did you really think that detention was a good way to deal with near murder? I'm not talking about it being sufficient, though it wasn't. I'm saying that there were a bunch of very traumatised teenagers rigth in front of him and he didn't do anything, or at least, nothing that had been explicitly mentioned. I'm talking about some kind of counseling and a better eye on them. Things had clearly gone too far, but you take one and punish him in quite an inefficient manner and don't specifically tell him why; take the other and threaten him into silence, then tell him that he owes a life debt; praise the other for his heroic actions (which perhaps was right but, idk, just hope he didn't do it in front of Snape just when he was dragged out of the shack, that would hace been too soon. Also, I've seen people writing Lily using James' saving Snape's life as proof of the later being unfair and the former being good, which only points the Potter not knowing when to keep his mouth closed...); and lets not forget about the werewolf whose secret was reveled by one of his friends and was nearly pushed to kill someone, did Dumbledore do something for the boy not to mentally collapse?
Just, it was all handled so badly.
Sirius felt way more guilty about revealing Remus nature than nearly killing someone. He kept talking about how much of a pest Severus was and seemed to pretty much think he truly deserved what he got. I don't think Sirius was a bad person, he was screwed, the place he grew up ensured that, but he had other people, he had the chance to learn and was capable of emphaty. But I don't think it really hit home what he nearly did.
James must truly have felt like a hero and what he did was brave, but bragging about it was degrading for Snape and a remainder for Lupin, not to mention the fact that the question of what he had saved Snape from, was dangerous territory for Remus.
Snape was nearly killed and then left alone to deal with it with no kind of support or compensation. I understand the need to keep things secret, but the life debt thing was going too far.
It's just that I get they were kids, only 15, but they had or should have had enough awareness to think trough what they were doing.
Dumbledore had a lot on his plate, and again, I don't think he was bad, but he screwed up.
Honestly, is there a fic where Severus thinks something like 'nah, no way I'm going there, I don't care if they think I'm a coward, I'm not that stupid' and then goes to bed to wake up the next day with nothing happening?
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funny scenario where Severus is cool with some Slytherins in their 7th year so , he catches the student smoking weed outside of the building near the whomping willow tree and joins them (keep in mind this is his first time getting really high).
It was a Hogsmeade visiting day. Hogwarts had only a few students remaining, either those who did not get authorized to go, or those like Severus, who simply wanted to enjoy the castle and it's grounds with some peace.
Late in the afternoon right before dinner Severus decides to wander nearby the whomping willow. That place was intriguing, and he did not fully erase his memories of it yet. Slowly, he wanted to make peace with the tree and understand it's behaviour.
Until he realized he wasn't alone. There was a sound that did not quite belong in nature, and Severus quickly recognizes it as muffled laughter. He disillusioned himself and approached, following the sound. His prefect badge would come in handy, he was sure of it. There was a group of 3 slytherins, two boys and a blond girl, sitting near the base of the tree, almost entering an alcove that sunk into the ground. They were looking quite relaxed and seemed to be passing between themselves some sort of rolled tobacco, that provoked bouts of laughter after inhalation.
Smirking at the sight, Severus removed the incantation, wand at the ready, pointing at them in case they got startled.
"30 points from Slytherin, and I wish you were Hufflepuffs." - he said smoothly
The group froze momentarily, exchanged looks with each other, and to Severus dismay, they began to cackle loudly. He knew them well and he always thought they missed a synapsis or two once in a while.
"Are you out of your mind?" - Severus asked, confused and lowering his wand. There was no way any of them would move from their spot, nevermind reaching out for their wands.
"We are a bit... everywhere..." the girl said, grinning at him
Severus eyed them disdainfully, but curiosity hit him as a bludger.
"What in Merlin's name is that? Acids?" - he asked
"No mate, just weed. Wanna try?" - asked one of the boys
"What are the effects?". Curiosity was getting the better of him.
"Everyone reacts differently. Sio has been laughing at her socks for an hour." Explained a boy
Severus looked at the girl, Siobhan, and saw that her socks were in her hands. She was making her very own Muppet Show.
"I can smell the colours too" she added
"Yes, Francesco here thinks the clouds in the sky are just pigeons glued together and everytime a cloud passes over us he protects himself to avoid the pigeon shit"
Severus snorted, amused
"What about you, Murr ?" He asked, seeing that the boy was not as affected as his mates
"It calms my nerves and quells my anxiety. I have panic attacks quite frequently and weed helps me to deal with it. But I take it slow and in small quantities so I am not smelling colours or avoiding pigeons" he said, winking at him, taking another puff and offering it to Severus.
Still not fully trusting his actions but relaxing somehow , Severus crouched down to sit at their level, propped himself half sitting next to Murr who was still himself and took the blunt from his fingers.
"Go slow if you haven't tried it yet." He advised.
"How do I know what 'slow' is?' Severus asked.
"You'll find out. Go on, before we have to light it again."
Severus rolled the unfamiliar shape between his index and thumb, studying it for a second, and pressed the butt of it to his lips.
"Inhale through your mouth, exhale through your nose" the boy instructed.
Severus did. Smoking was unfamiliar to him, so instantly he felt the smoke everywhere and began to cough.
"Fuck-" he cursed between coughs. The other two were laughing hysterically.
"That was too fast. Try again but inhale slowly" Murr advised, chuckling
Slowly, he dared another try. The smoke was directed to the right places this time, and he exhaled slowly through his nose, thick fumes coming from his nostrils and some from his half closed mouth.
He returned the joint to Murr and looked at the sky.
"I don't see pigeons." He said simply.
"You have to believe it. You are not a believer." Said Francesco.
He stood quiet for a while, accepting the rolled balm when offered, embracing the relaxation that was slowly starting to soothe his nerves. He realised that he was practically always on edge and anxious, nervous about something. And for a moment he simply felt nothing. He played with the grass between his fingers, and continued to look at the sky.
"I think we're almost out of it by now. It's time to go back to the castle. Come on guys." said Murr, motioning the rest to get up.
Siobhan got confused with her socks on her hands and cartwheeled away from the tree, laughing madly.
Francesco covered his head with his robes, muttering "Fucking pigeon shit" under his breath.
Murr was looking rather calm and peaceful.
"Severus, are you coming?" he asked, offering his hand.
For the first time, Severus took his eyes away from the sky and looked at Murr, perplexed.
"Is it possible to remember something that hasn't happened yet?" he contemplated, looking dreamily at Murr, who barked a loud laugh and dissolved into a fitm clearly amused.
"Oh you're the existential crisis kind. I will make sure to invite you for the next session, Sev."
Finite.
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