#creature!severus snape

[dinxieyinxie]

MER AU Severus Snape

For Mermay, I wanna try my take on mer!snape >< his design is inspired by the betta fish bc their tail really reminds me of his billowing robes and with creative liberty, I added a bit of that green, swampy shine.

I think he'd be on colder, deeper parts of the lake and doesn't really come up to the surface that often. He's very mesmerizing when he swims, his tail often acting as a dark cloak behind him when he's coming towards you. He's so quiet and eerily beautiful aaughh

[chocoramo-cow]

Pov: your only friend got sorted into a different house with the boys who were mean to you on the train

[kind-hufflepuff]

SEVERUS SNAPE AS A WEREWOLF

[stabby-apologist]

The fact that Gilderoy Lockhart excuses his cowardice by stating he didn't expect to actually use defense against the Dark Arts as part of the description is horrendously negligent. Sir. What exactly did you think you were signing up for?

[braveclementine]

Chapter 16

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖗𝖆𝖓 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 the steps and rushed into the Great Hall. I had to tell Harry and Ron and Fred and George not to attack Draco. I had to. I had to.

Luna was at the Gryffindor table right now, showing them what her lion hat could do before she drifted back over to the Ravenclaw table.

"Harry!" I said importantly, sitting down in front of him. "Listen to me, this is important."

"What?" Harry asked.

"Your going to win- at least I'm foreseeing that. But you don't understand. After the match, Draco is going to insult Mr. Weasley and also your parents. I foresee Fred and you tackling him and then Umbridge is going to kick you, Fred, and George off the Quidditch team. I am warning you now! There will be nothing Professor McGonagall can do to stop it. Umbridge pushed another decree through. I have to go find Fred and George. Keep your temper Harry. Good luck Ron!"

I jumped up, looking for Fred and George Weasley. I didn't see them and tried to leave the Great Hall but Professor Umbridge stopped in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the four Heads of Houses heads turn towards me.

"I've been looking for you Miss Kane." She said, smiling.

I gritted my teeth. "Really, what have I done now?"

She showed me a piece of paper. "Well this is an educational degree saying that I can now override teachers decisions. I've decided that the Hufflepuff team has been-"

"You already remade it." I snapped. "You can't just unmake it for no reason at all."

"I've already told you about my reasons for not letting the Hufflepuff team reform." Professor Umbridge said, holding out her hand. "Give me your badge. Both of them."

"No." I said, narrowing my eyes. "Your prejudices are bullshite." I pushed past her and left the Great Hall. I could feel her eyes on me. I hurried into the Gryffindor locker room where Fred and George were waiting.

"You two listen to me!" I said urgently. "After the match, Draco is going to try and goad you into attacking him. Fred, you and Harry do jump on Draco. Umbridge got this new educational decree and she's going to give you guys a life-long ban. You two cannot attack him. Just get off the field as quickly as possible, okay!" I asked urgently. "I'm trying to change the future here."

"Life-long ban?" George asked incredulously. "Are you kidding me?"

I shook my head. "No. And she's going to take yours, Fred's, and Harry's brooms away from you and lock them up in her office."

They looked horrified.

"Please, please keep your tempers!" I begged them.

"We'll try, no promises." Fred said. "Maybe if you warn us ahead of time what he says, I'll be able to keep a better head."

"He's going to insult your mum, dad, and your house."

"Umbridge insults your dad all the time and you get pissed at her!" George pointed out.

"Yes, but those are just detentions!" I cried, exasperated.

George put a hand on my shoulder as Angelina, Alicia, and Katie entered the locker room. "Alright, we'll try to keep a straight head."

I left and found a seat close by the stairs so I could run out onto the pitch if things seemed to get dangerously close.

I mostly listened to Lee's commentary with my eyes closed because my stomach was telling me it was going to throw up if I watched.

"And it's Johnson, Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I've been saying it for years but she still won't go out with me-"

"JORDAN!" Professor McGonagall yelled.

"Just a fun fact, Professor, adds a bit of interest- and she's ducked Warrington, she's passed Montague, she's- ouch- been hit from behind by a Bludger from Crabbe... Montague catches the Quaffle, Montague heading back up the pitch and- nice Bludger there from George Weasley, that's a bludger to the head for Montague, he drops the Quaffle, caught by Katie Bell, Katie Bell of Gryffindor reverse passes to Alicia Spinnet and Spinnet's away- dodges Warrington, avoids a Bludger- close call, Alicia- and the crowd are loving this, just listen to them, what's that they're signing?"

Lee paused and everyone could hear the Slytherin's singing. "Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block a single ring, That's Why Slytherins all sing: Weasley is our King. Weasley was born in a bin, He always lets the Quaffle in, Weasley will make sure we win, Weasley is our King."

"Bloody hell." I muttered.

"-And Alicia passed back to Angelina! Come on now, Angelina- looks like she's got just the Keeper to beat!- SHE SHOOTS- SHE- aaah." Lee shouted as loudly as possible over the Slytherin's singing.

Slytherin scored. I could hear Lee bellowing over the lyrics, "-and it's Warrington again who passes to Pucey, Pucey's off past Spinnet, come on now Angelina, you can take him- turns out you can't- but nice Bludger from Fred Weasley, I mean, George Weasley, oh who cares, one of them anyway-" I grinned. At least Lee could still make me laugh, "-and Warrington drops the Quaffle and Katie Bell-er- drops it too- so that's Montague with the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Montague takes the Quaffle, and he's off up the pitch, come on now Gryffindor, block him!"

But I heard the Slytherins sing louder and then there were cheers from the Slytherin end of the pitch.

My stomach turned again. Slytherin scored twice more and the singing continued to grow steadily louder until no one could call it singing anymore. Instead, it was more like bellowing a riot chant, "WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN, HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN."

"-PUCEY THROWS TO WARRINGTON, WARRINGTON TO MONTAGUE, MONTAGUE BACK TO PUCEY- JOHNSON INTERVENES, JOHNSON TAKES THE QUAFFLE, JOHNSON TO BELL, THIS LOOKS GOOD- I MEAN BAD- BELL'S HIT BY A BLUDGER FROM GOYLE OF SLYTERHIN AND IT'S PUCEY IN POSSESSION AGAIN. . ." Lee was bellowing into the magical microphone but even then, it was hard to hear him.

I opened my eyes, watching Harry dive towards the ground, Draco swooping down after him. They were neck and neck and I crossed my fingers. Crabbe swung his bat and a bludger pelted after Harry. Even from where I was sitting, I saw Harry's hands close around the snitch and I was up out of my seat and dashing down the stairs.

I saw the bludger connect with Harry's back and he flew off the broom and tumbled onto his back, five or six feet off the ground. Angelina Johnson immediately swooped down to help him to his feet. Fred and George landed.

"Locker room- now!" I snapped at them as I ran towards Harry. They ignored me and came over to where everyone but Ron had landed and were shaking hands with Harry.

"Locker room." I muttered to them.

"Saved Weasley's neck, haven't you?" Draco asked from behind. I grabbed Fred and George's arms tightly. "I've never seen a worse Keeper. . . but then he was born in a bin. . . Did you like my lyrics, Potter."

"Angelina!" I said in a high-pitched voice. "We need to get them to the locker room."

"We wanted to write another couple of verses! But we couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly- we wanted to sing about his mother, see-" Draco said.

Angelina and I exchanged a glance and she said, "Locker room! Now!"

I sighed with relief as the team started to troop back to the locker room and I had let go of Fred and George's arms. But I stayed behind everyone in case one of them tried to dash back towards Draco. However, he trailed after us.

"We couldn't fit in useless loser either- for his father, you know-" He called after us.

Fred froze. Alicia and Katie grabbed his arms, dragging him back to the pitch.

"-but you like the Weasley, don't you Potter? Spend holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you've been dragged up by Muggles even the Weasley's hovel smells okay-"

I turned around and faced him. "Keep it up Malfoy and I'll give you an injury."

"Oh really?" Draco said but he'd stopped walking and it was giving Gryffindor's team a chance to get to the locker room. "I was under the opinion that you can't do anything, Kane. After all, your a werewolf brat and Umbridge might just. . . kick you off the team if you were to attack me."

"Oh, I'm fully aware Malfoy." I said, narrowing my eyes. "I'm not stupid."

"You couldn't even defend yourself if I attacked you right now, could you?" Draco asked gleefully and before I knew it, he'd drawn his wand and I went flying through the air and crashed into Fred. We both tumbled to the ground.

"Ow." I winced. "Sorry Fred."

"That git!" Fred exclaimed, getting to his feet.

I grabbed his arm, "It doesn't matter, alright?" I winced as I stepped backwards, my back hurt. "Come on, please Fred."

The teachers were watching us with tense expressions on their faces. Professor Umbridge was smiling.

I've always wondered why teachers never came down and tried to help students. Maybe they liked taking points away from their own houses. I wasn't sure.

Draco snapped his eyes over to Harry and shouted, "Or perhaps, you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter, and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it-"

Harry's shoulder rammed into mine as he ran at Draco. I let go of Fred and pulled out my wand and shouted, "Immobulus."

Harry froze before he got to Draco and Draco burst out laughing. But Fred was running towards Draco now- because I'd let go of his arm and I felt panic burst into me. Bloody hell why didn't they listen to me!

I ran after Fred and tackled him, bringing him to the ground. "Fred stop!" I shouted, trying to keep him down. "It's what he wants! Stop!"

I managed to get my arms around him and yanked him back in the direction of the locker room. "Let me at him! I don't care about a life-long ban!" Fred snarled. I wasn't going to be able to keep my grip on him for long. I pointed my wand at his chest and said, "Damnit it Fred, don't make me freeze you too!"

He relaxed in my arms but I didn't trust him enough to let him go and continued to drag him backwards. Angelina, Katie, and Alicia had gotten George inside the locker room and came out and grabbed Fred's arms and I let go and they dragged him to the locker room too.

Breathing heavily, I approached Harry and tapped him with my wand and grabbed his arm. "Let's go Harry. Now!"

He let me march him back to the locker room.

"Hey Kane!" Draco shouted, "What about the werewolf cave you live in? Is it just about as good as your dead parents house?"

I was shaking with anger but I wasn't giving Umbridge the satisfaction of kicking me off the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. Instead, I continued to push Harry towards the locker room, then gave Draco the finger, and headed inside, slamming the door behind me and slumping against it, exhausted.

"Damnit you three! I warned you ahead of time!" I said, glaring at them.

Angelina was just as furious. "McGonagall would've punished you if you'd managed to lay your hands on him."

"Not just Professor McGonagall." I said through gritted teeth. "Professor Umbridge was going to give them a life-long ban."

Angelina dropped her mouth in horror and turned on them, "You were going to risk losing three players for that!"

"He insulted our parents!" George exclaimed, "Harry's mother! Elizabeth's dad and her parents!"

"It doesn't matter." I said sighing, "None of you laid hands on him so you guys shouldn't get into trouble. Let's just hope we don't run into her again."

I left with the entire team and as we were just about to enter the castle, I heard a "Hem, hem!" behind us. We all turned.

Professor McGonagall, Flitwick, Snape, and Sprout were some feet behind her and stopped behind her when she stopped.

"Well then." Professor Umbridge said in a sweet voice. "I think there are some punishments that should be laid out now for that scene on the Quidditch field."

"That would be my job." Professor McGonagall said coolly.

"Well, actually, Minerva. I think you'll find that I now have the authority as well. Cornelius just sent it to me." She pulled out the decree that she had shown me earlier out of her pocket. "Ah yes. . . Hem, hem, 'Educational Decree Number Twenty five. . .'"

"Not another one!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed violently.

"Well yes, as a matter of fact, Minerva, it was you and Pomona who made me see that we needed a further amendment. . . You remember who you overrode me, when I was unwilling to allow the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff Quidditch teams to re-form? How you took the case to Dumbledore, who insisted that the teams be allowed to play? Well, now, I couldn't have that. I contacted the Minister at once, and he quite agreed with me that the High Inquisitor has to have the power to strip pupils of privilege's, or she- that is to say, I- would have less authority than common teachers!"

"Common teachers?" I snapped. "They aren't common teachers! They are the Heads of the Four Houses! Professor McGonagall is deputy Headmistress! How can you be so power hungry?"

"That, Miss Kane." Professor Umbridge said. "is a month's worth of detention. I think you should have learned to have kept your mouth shut by now."

I gritted my teeth, avoiding Professor Snape's glares. A crowd was forming on the steps. I could see Heidi, Malcolm, Ernie, and Susan standing behind Professor Umbridge.

"So. . . I really think, Minerva, that I should ban Mr. Potter and both Weasleys from play ever again."

"Why?" I asked before I could stop myself. "They didn't do anything wrong!"

"On the contrary Miss Kane, they were going to beat Mr. Malfoy if you hadn't stopped them which, to be completely honest, wasn't your place to stop them. It was a teacher's place. I think you should be removed from your Quidditch team too for using magic on other students."

"I was stopping a fight from breaking out!" I snapped at her, eyes flashing in anger. "And if stopping a fight results in a punishment, you really need to get your priorities straight!"

"You still-"

"Are you going to ban Draco Malfoy?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "Because I know for a fact that you saw that he used magic against me before I ever even had my wand out. So unless you're going to ban him from the Slytherin team, you can't ban any of us. It can't be a one-way street now."

There was silence. The students were looking at Professor Umbridge now who had dropped her stupid smile. The Gryffindor team was immobilized, trying to figure out if they were going to lose half their team members. I'd never seen the teachers look so speechless.

Finally, Professor Umbridge spoke. "Well you see, Miss Kane, unlike you, Mr. Malfoy is a pure-blood who comes from a long history of good wizards-"

"If by good wizards you mean, Death Eaters, then yeah." I said angrily.

"And you-"

"I know what your opinions are of me, but that doesn't mean that I should be punished for nothing wrong while you let others go free just because they have different backgrounds." I said, glaring at her.

We had a staring contest. I felt that a majority of the school was surrounding us.

"Miss Kane has made an excellent point." Professor McGonagall said in a tense voice. "If you're going to get rid of Potter, Weasley, and Weasley, then you most certainly have to get rid of Malfoy as well." I was of the opinion that she wanted everyone to get inside.

Professor Umbridge didn't remove her unblinking, bug like eyes from my face and I didn't either. "I want your badge." she said, ignoring McGonagall completely and she held out a stubby fingered hand. "now."

"No!" But it didn't come from me or a teacher. It came from Heidi. "We already told you the entire team wants her as our Captain! And she's right! They did nothing wrong, she did nothing wrong- she stopped the fight! Your encouraging violence by saying she shouldn't have stopped it! Malfoy was the one who fought, Malfoy was the one who encourage violence! Blood shouldn't matter!"

Professor Umbridge was looking very dangerous. "You'll be joining Miss Kane in detention tonight." But she walked up the stairs and didn't say anything else. As a group, the entire Gryffindor team seemed to catch their breath.

"Everyone inside!" Professor McGonagall snapped. I turned and she said, "Not you, Miss Kane."

I stopped, sighed, and turned back around. She looked furious. Everyone trailed inside leaving me with the four teachers.

"What was that?" She shouted at me.

"I'm not putting up with the prejudices!" I exclaimed.

"Dolores Umbridge is not a woman that you want to piss off!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, exasperated.

"I've already pissed her off since before she even started working here because I exist!" I cried out, throwing my arms up in the air. Snape looked absolutely furious with me. Flitwick looked grim, and unusually serious expression behind his glasses. Professor Sprout's expression was impossible to read. Professor McGonagall was furious as well, her face pinched and pink. "She gives me detentions for breathing! She hates my dad, she hates me, she'll find anything and everything as an excuse to punish me and I'm done with it!"

"And was a month's worth of slicing your hand open every night worth it?" Professor McGonagall asked coldly.

"Yes." I said honestly. "I'm a werewolf brat and I'm proud of it and I'm not going to have things taken away from me because of it."

Without another word or glance, I turned and stormed back into the castle.

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𝕸𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 night lasted five hours. She was fuming. Heidi's had only lasted 3 hours. I wasn't sure what her line was.

By the time I was done, I felt dizzy from blood loss. But I didn't complain, and got up and headed back to my common room. Severus was waiting outside the door, his arms crossed. He looked down at my hand and said, "Come on."

I followed him back to his office where he bandaged my hand with murtlap essence under the bandages as a sort of ointment.

"Elizabeth, you need to be more careful." Severus said, dropping a huge glob of murtlap essence on my hand. "I get you're angry, alright? I get that it's unfair, but you need to keep your temper in check."

"I can't help it." I snapped. "It's her fault for being such a prejudiced woman."

He smiled wryly. "That as it may be. . ."

"I don't want to talk about it Severus, alright?" I asked. "I just. . ." I hesitated. What did I want? I wanted dad, I knew that. "I just want to know he's safe." I said and then, to my surprise, I burst into tears.

Severus put his arms around me, pulling my face into his chest, his chin resting on top of my head. "He's perfectly fine, Elizabeth." He said quietly. "We'd know if he was in trouble."

"I know. . . I know that. . ." I said, quickly wiping tears away clumsily with my left hand. "I just feel so stressed out about it. I miss him and I can't write to him and he can't write to me and I just wish Umbridge would drop dead and I hate myself for that because no matter how horrible someone is, I shouldn't wish them dead."

"Even the Dark Lord?" Severus asked, sounding a bit amused.

"No, I hope he dies and I don't feel guilty for that." I said, smiling a bit.

"I'm sure Remus is fine." Severus said, rubbing my back soothingly.

I tensed for a second, seeing something and sat up. "What?" He asked.

I smiled. "Hagrid's back."

He rolled his eyes, "Are you going down to see him?"

I nodded, "You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course I do." He said grumpily. "I'd rather you stayed in here every night. But I know you've probably foreseen something so I guess I'll let you go."

I giggled and kissed him. "I'll be here tomorrow."

"Good."

I exited the classroom and turned into a cat and slipped out of the castle. I turned back into a human and knocked on the door. There was silence for a moment and then Hagrid opened the door and said, "Well I shoulda known!" He exclaimed, "Come on in Elizabeth."

I grinned at him. Harry, Hermione, and Ron emerged from underneath the Invisibility Cloak.

"Blimey Eliza, gave us a heart attack!" Ron said.

"Sorry." I said, sitting down with them.

"Anyways." Hagrid said, obviously starting back on a story. "Went over a ridge one nigh' an' there they was, spread ou' underneath us. Little fires burnin' below an' huge shadows.. It was like watchin' bits 'o the mountain movin'."

"How big are they?" Ron asked in a hushed voice.

"'Bout twenty feet, Some o' the bigger ones mighta bin twenty-five."

"And how many were there?" Harry asked eagerly.

"I reckon abou' seventy or eighty." Hagrid said.

"Is that all?" Hermione asked, sounding surprised.

"Yep, eighty left, an' there were loads once, musta bin a hundred diff'rent tribes from all over the world. But they've bin dyin' out fer ages. Wizards killed a few, o' course, but mostly they killed each other, an' now they're dyin' out faster than ever. They're not made ter live bunched up togheter like tha'. Dumbledore says it's our fault, it was the wizards who forced 'em to go an' made 'em live a good long way from us an' they had no choice but ter stick together fer their own protection."

"So, you saw them and then what?" Harry goaded.

"Well, we waited till morning, didn' want ter go sneakin' up on 'em in the dark, fer our own safety. 'bout three in the mornin' they fell asleep 'jus where they was sittin'. We didn' dare sleep. Fer one thing, we wanted ter make sure none of 'em woke up an' came up where we were, an' fer another, the snorin' was unbelievable. Cause an avalanche near mornin'. Anyway, once it was light we wen' down ter see 'em."

"Just like that? You just walked right into a giant camp?" Ron asked, sounding like he was in awe.

"Well, Dumbledore'd told us how ter do it. Give the Gurg gifts, show some respect, yeh know." Hagrid explained.

"Give the what gifts?" Harry asked.

"Gurg." I said. "Means the chief."

"How could you tell which one was the Gurg?" Ron asked.

Hagrid grunted in amusement and said, "No problem. He was the biggest, the ugliest, an' the laziest. Sittin' there waitin' ter be brought food by the others. Dead goats an' such like. Name o' Karkus. I'd put him at twenty-two, twenty-three feet, an' the weight of a couple o' bull elephants. Skin like rhino hide an' all."

"And you just walked up to him?" Hermione asked, sounding breathless.

"Well. . . down ter him, where he was lyin' in the valley. They was in this dip between four pretty high mountains, see, beside a mountain lake, an' Karkus was lyin' by the lake roarin' at the others to feed him an' his wife. Olympe an' I went down the mountainside-"

"But didn't they try and kill you when they saw you?" Ron asked incredulously.

"It was def'nitely on some of their minds, but we did what Dumbledore told us ter do, which was ter hold our gift up high an' keep our eyes on the Gurg an' ignore the others. So tha's what we did. An' the rest of 'em went quiet an' watched us pass an' we got right up ter Karkus's feet an' we bowed an' pout our present down in front o' him."

"What do you give a giant? Food?" Ron asked in a eager voice.

I snorted.

"Nah, he can get food all righ' fer himself. We took him magic. Giants like magic, jus' don't like us usin' it against 'em. Anyway, that firs' day we gave him a branch o' Gubraithian fire."

"No way!" I exclaimed as Hermione said, "Wow." Harry and Ron simply frowned.

"A branch of-?" Ron asked.

"Everlasting fire." I said quickly.

"You ought to know that by now, Professor Flitwick's mentioned it at least twice in class!" Hermione said irritably.

"Well anyway, Dumbledore'd betwitched this branch to burn evermore, which isn' something' any wizard could do, an' so I lies it down in the snow by Karkus's feet and says, 'A gift to the Gurg of the giants from Albus Dumbledore, who sends his respectful greetings."

"And what did Karkus say?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Nothin', didn' speak English."

"You're kidding!"

I laughed.

"Didn' matter, Dumbledore had warned us tha' migh' happen. Karkus knew enough to yell fer a couple o' giants who knew our lingo an' they translated fer us." Hagrid said with a shrug.

"And did he like the present?" Ron asked.

"Oh yeah, it went down a storm one they understood what it was." Hagrid said and he flipped the piece of dragon meat he had on his eye over. "Very pleased. So then I said, 'Albus Dumbledore asks the Gurg to speak with his messenger when he turns tomorrow with another gift.'"

"Why could you speak to them that day?" Hermione asked.

"Dumbledore wanted us ter take it very slow. Let 'em see we kept our promises. We'll come back tomorrow with another present, an' then we do come back with another present- gives a good impression, see? An' gives them time ter test out the firs' prsent an' find out it's a good one, an' get 'em eager fer more. In any case, giants like Karkus- overload 'em with information an' they'll kill yeh jus' to simplify things. So we bowed outta the way an' went off an' found ourselves a nice little cave ter spend that night in, an' the followin' mornin' we went back an' this time we found Karkus sittin' up waitin' fer us lookin' all eager."

"And you talked to him?" Hermione asked.

"Oh yeah. Fis' we presented him with a nice battle helmet- goblin-made an' indestructible, yeh know- an' then we sat down an' we talked."

"What did he say?" Harry asked again.

"Not much. Listened mostly. But there were good signs. He'd heard o' Dumbledore, heard h'ed argued against the killin' of the last giants in Britain. Karkus seemed ter be quite int'rested in what Dumbledore had ter say. An' a few o' the others, 'specially the ones who had some English, they gathered round an' listened too. We were hopeful when we left that day. Promised ter come back next day with another present. But that night it all wen' wrong."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Well, like I say, they're not meant ter live together, giants. Not in big groups like that. They can' help themselves, they half kill each other every few weeks. The men fight each other an' the women fight each other, the remnants of the old tribes fight each other, an' that's even without squabbles over food an' the best fires an' sleepin' spots. Yeh'd think, seein' as how their whole race is abou' finished, they'd lay off each other but.... That night a fight broke out, we saw it from the mouth of our cave, lookin' down on the valley. Went on fer hours, yeh wouldn' believe the noise. An' when the sun came up the snow was scarlet an' his head was lyin' at the bottom o' the lake."

"Karkus's?" I asked.

"Yep. There was a new Gurg, Golgomath. Well, we hadn' bargained on a new Gurg two days after we'd made friendly contact with the firs' one, an' we had a funny feelin' Golgomath wouldn' be so keen ter listen to us, but we had ter try."

"You went to speak to him? After you'd watched him rip off another giant's head?" Ron asked incredulously.

"Course we did, we hadn' gone all that way ter give up after two days! We wen' down with the next present we'd meant ter give ter Karkus. I knew it was no go before I'd opened me mouth. He was sitting there wearin' Karkus's helmet, leerin' at us as we got nearer. he's massive, on o' the biggest ones there. Black hair an' matchin' teeth an' a necklace o'bones. Human-lookin' bones, some of 'em. Well, I gave it a go- held out a great roll o' dragon skin- an' said 'A gift fer the Gurgo f the giants-' Nex' thing I knew, I was hangin' upside down in the air by me feet, two of his mates had grabbed me."

How did you get out of that?" Harry asked while Hermione covered her mouth with her hands.

"Wouldn'ta done if Olympe hadn' bin there. She pulled out her wand an' did some o' the fastes' spellwork I've ever seen, Ruddy marvelous. Hit the two holdin' me right in the eyes with Conjunctivitius Curses an' they dropped me straightaway- bu' we were in trouble then, 'cause we'd used magic against 'em, an' that's what giants hate abou' wizards. We had ter leg it an' we knew there was no way we was going ter be able ter march inter camp again."

"Blimey, Hagrid." Ron said.

"So how come it's taken you so long to get home if you were only there for three days?" Hermione asked.

"We didn' leave after three days! Dumbledore was relyin' on us!" Hagrid said, looking a bit outraged at the suggestion.

"But you've just said there was no way you could go back!" Hermione pointed out.

"Not by daylight, we couldn', no. We just had ter rethink a bit. Spent a couple 'o days lyin' low up in the cave an' watchin'. An' wha' we saw wasn' good."

"Did he rip off more heads?" Hermione said, sounding like she was going to be sick.

"No. I wish he had." Hagrid said grimly.

"What d'you mean?" I asked, frowning. Hagrid wasn't normally a violent person.

"I mean we soon found out he didn't object ter all wizards- just us." Hagrid said a bit bitterly.

"Death Eaters?" Harry and I asked together.

"Yep. Couple of 'em were visitin' him ev'rey day, bringin' gifts ter the Gurg, an' he wasn' dangling them upside down."

"How d'you know they were Death Eaters?" Ron asked curiously.

"Because I recognized one of 'em. Macnair, remember him? Bloke they sent ter kill Buckbeak?" Hagrid growled. "Maniac, he is. Likes killin' as much as Golgomath, no wonder they were gettin' on so well."

"So Macnair's persuaded the giants to join You-Know-Who?" Hermione asked.

"Hold yer hippogriffs, I haven' finished me story yet! Me an' Olympe talked it over an' we agreed, jus' cause the Gurg looked like favorin' You-Know-Who didn' mean all of 'em would. We had ter try an' persuade some o'the others, the ones who hadn't wanted Golgomath as Gurg."

"How could you tell which ones they were?" I asked curiously, storing all the information away for later.

"Well, they were the ones bein' beaten to a pulp, weren' they? The ones with any sense were keepin' outta Golgomath's way, hidin' out in caves roun' the gully jus' like we were. So we decided we'd go pokin' round the caves by night an' see if we couldn't persuade a few o' them."

"You went poking around dark caves looking for giants?" Ron asked, and there was a tone of respect in his voice.

"Well, it wasn't the giants who worried us most. We were more concerned abou' the Death Eaters. Dumbledore had told us before we wen' not ter tangle with 'em if we could avoid it, an' the trouble was they knew we was around- 'spect Golgomath had told him abou' us. At night when the giants were sleepin' an' we wanted ter be creepin' inter the caves, Macnair an' the other one were sneakin' round the mountaisn lookin' fer us. I was hard put to stop Olympe jumpin' out at them. She was rarin' ter attack 'em... She's somethin' when she's roused, Olympe... Fiery, yeh know... 'spect it's the French in her..." He said, his lips twitching behind is large beard. I smiled. That was freaking adorable.

"So what happened?" Harry asked after a few seconds. "Did you ever get near any of the other giants?"

"What? Oh... oh yeah, we did. Yeah, on the third night after Karkus was killed, we crept outta the cave we'd bin hidin' in and headed back down inter the gully, keepin' our eyes skinned fer the Death Eaters. Got inside a few 'o the caves, no go- then, in abou' the sixth one, we found three giants hidin'."

"Cave must've been cramped." Ron commented.

"Wasn' room ter swing a kneazle." Hagrid said.

"Didn't they attack you when they saw you?" Hermione asked.

"Probably woulda done if they'd bin in any condition, but they were badly hurt, all three o' them. Golgomath's lot had beatn 'em unconscious; they'd woken up an' crawled inter the nearest shelter the could find. Anyway, one o' them had a bit of English an' 'e translated fer the others, an' what we had ter say didn' seem ter go down too badly. So we kep' goin' back, visitn' the wounded. . . I reckon we had abou' six or seven o' them convinced at one poin'."

"Six or Seven? Well that's not bad-" Ron started but I interrupted him.

"You said at one point, Hagrid?"

"Golgomath's lot raided the caves. The ones tha' survive didn' wan' no more ter do with us after that." Hagrid said sadly.

"So. . . so there aren't any giants coming?" Ron asked, sounding extremely disappointed.

"Nope, but we did wha' we meant ter do, we gave 'em Dumbledore's message an' some o' them heard it an' I 'spect some o' them'll remember it. Jus' maybe, them that don' want ter stay around Golgomath'll move outta the mountains, an' there's gotta be a chance they'll remember Dumbledore's friendly to 'em. . . Could be they'll come. . ."

Snow was piling up outside. I wished I'd remember to cover our footprints. Luckily, mine would only show up as cat paws. They'd probably be covered by now anyways. Of course, that would leave awkward questions for the others to ask.

"Hagrid?" Hermione asked.

"Mmm?"

"Did you. . . was there any sign of. . . did you heart anything about your. . . your. . . mother while you were there?" she asked hesitantly. I got up and crept over to the back door, ready to slip out. Hagrid wasn't paying attention to me.

"Dead. Died years ago. They told me." Hagrid grunted.

"Shh!" I hissed, slipping out the back door and closing it softly and immediately becoming a cat. They were quiet inside and then there was a knock on the front door.

There was a crash as Hermione dropped her mug and Fang barked. I could just barely hear Harry say, "Get under here." But since it was through my cat ears, I desperately hoped that Umbridge hadn't heard her.

"So." I heard Professor Umbridge said very loudly. "You're Hagrid, are you? Get away." She snapped. I sprung up on the windowsill, peering through the curtain. She had hit Fang with her handbag.

"Er- I don' want ter be rude, but who the ruddy hell are you?" Hagrid asked.

"My name is Dolores Umbridge." I heard her say.

"Dolores Umbridge? I thought you were one o' them Ministry- don' you work with Fudge?" Hagrid quickly changed whatever he was going to say.

"I was Senior undersecretary to the Minister, yes. I am now the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher-"

"Tha's brave of yeh, there's not many'd take tha' job anymore-" Hagrid said, nearly congratulating her.

"-and Hogwarts High Inquisitor." Umbridge finished, completely ignoring him.

"Wha's that?" Hagrid asked.

"Precisely what I was going to ask." Umbridge said.

"Oh." Hagrid said. "oh, tha' was... was Fang. He broke a mug. So I had ter use this one instead."

"I heard voices." Umbridge said.

"I was talkin' ter Fang."

"And was he talking back to you?"

"Well. . . in a manner o' speakin'. I sometimes say Fang's near enough human-"

"There are three sets of footprints in the snow leading from the castle doors to your cabin." Umbridge said.

"Well, I on'y jus' got back. Maybe someone came ter call earlier an' I miss 'em."

"There are no footsteps leading away from your cabin door."

I hissed.

"Well I. . . I don' know why that'd be. . . Erm. . ."

Umbridge walked around the cabin, opening cupboard doors by the sound of it. Though I was still on the windowsill ledge, I wasn't looking through in case she saw me and tried to open it. It was where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were standing under the invisibility cloak.

"What has happened to you? How did you sustain those injuries?" She asked.

"Oh, I. . . had a bit of an accident." Hagrid said lamely. I hissed again, closing my large green eyes.

"What sort of accident?"

"I- I tripped."

"You tripped?"

"Yeah, tha's right. Over. . . over a friend's broomstick. I don' fly, meself. Well, look at the seiz o' me, I don' reckon there's a broomstick that'd hold me. Friend o' mine breeds Abraxan horses, I dunno if you've ever seen 'em, big beasts, winged, yeh know, I've had a bit of a ride on one o' them an' it was-"

"Where have you been?" Umbridge interrupted him shortly.

"Where've I. . .?"

"Been, yes. Term started more than two months ago. Another teacher has had to cover your classes. None of your colleagues has been able to give me any information as to your whereabouts. You left no address. Where have you been?"

"I- I've been away for me health." Hagrid said after a moment of thinking.

"For your health." Umbridge repeated.

"Yeah, bit o'- o' fresh air, yeh know-"

"Yes, a gamekeeper fresh air must be so difficult to come by." Umbridge said. Her voice had changed again- back to the wicked sweet.

"Well- change o' scene, yeh know-"

"Mountain scenery?" Umbridge asked in a swift, pouncing voice.

"Mountains? Nope, South of France fer me. Bit o' sun an'. . . an' sea." It wasn't a lie either, he'd been in France.

"Really? You don't have much of a tan." Umbridge finished.

"Yeah. . . well. . . sensitive skin." Hagrid said.

"I shall, of course, be informing the Minister of your late return." Umbridge said in a cooler voice.

"Righ'."

"You ought to know too that as High Inquisitor it is my unfortunate but necessary duty to inspect my fellow teachers. So I daresay we shall meet again soon enough."

"You're insepctin' us?" Hagrid repeated blankly.

"Oh yes. The Ministry is determined to weed out unsatisfactory teachers, Hagrid. Good night." I heard her close the door behind her.

"She's goin' back ter the castle." Hagrid said after a moment. "Blimey inspectin' people, is she?"

"Where's Elizabeth gone off too?" Hermione asked. I jumped from the windowsill, became a person again and headed back into the cabin.

"Sorry for disappearing like that." I said. "But I knew I wouldn't fit under the invisibility cloak."

"Good thinking." Harry said. "And to answer your question Hagrid, yeah. Trelawney's on probation already. . ."

"Um. . . what sort of thing are you planning to do with us in class, Hagrid?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, don' you worry abou' that, I've got a great load o' lessons planned. I've bin keepin' a couple o' creatures saved fer yer O.W.L. year, you wait, they're somethin' really special." Hagrid said enthusiastically."

"Erm. . . special in what way?" Hermione asked.

"I'm not sayin'." Hagrid said happily. My stomach turned. "I don' want ter spoil the surprise."

"Look, Hagrid, Professor Umbridge won't be at all happy if you bring anything to class that's too dangerous-" Hermione started urgently.

"Dangerous? Don' be silly, I wouldn' give yeh anythin' dangerous! I mean, all righ' they can look after themselves-"

"Hagrid, you've got to pass Umbridge's inspection, and to do that it would really be better if she saw you teaching us how to look after porlocks, how to tell the difference between knarls and hedgehogs, stuff like that!" Hermione said earnestly.

"But tha's not very intrestin', Hermione. The stuff I've got's much more impressive, I've bin bring' 'em on fer years, I reckon I've got the on'y domestic herd in Britain-"

"Hagrid. . . please. . . Umbridge is looking for an excuse to get rid of teachers she thinks are too close to Dumbledore. Please, Hagrid, she's put Elizabeth in detention just because her dad's a werewolf. She's going to want to get rid of you. Please, Hagrid, teach us something dull that's bound to come up in our O.W.L. . ." she looked at me for backup. I shook my head.

"Hagrid's right. What he's teaching tomorrow isn't dangerous." I said. "And it really is a fascinating creature. But Umbridge is going to mess it all up. Hagrid, don't get flustered when the Slytherins answer her questions. Just ignore them and pretend not to hear them. Umbridge is going to insult you like she thinks your just some stupid half-giant. That's how she treats me."

"Look, don' you go worryin' abou' me, I promise yeh I've got really good stuff planned fer yer lessons now I'm back.. Now you lot had better get back to the castle, an' don' forget ter wipe yer footprints out behind yeh!"

"I dunno if you got through to him." Ron said as we walked back up to the castle, erasing our prints behind us.

"Then I'll go back again tomorrow. I'll plan his lessons for him if I have to. I don't care if she throws out Trelawney but she's not taking Hagrid!"

"What is his plans Elizabeth?" Harry asked in a concerned voice.

"Thestrals first." I said glumly. "But Umbridge is going to make out that hes' really stupid. The Slytherins of course, are going to be worse than usual and Hagrid's going to stutter a lot which will just make Umbridge make him out to be even stupider. And Thestrals aren't even dangerous. It'll be her bias against half-breeds." I finished bitterly. "I'm going to bed."

I went down a different corridor and turned into a cat when they were out of sight and went past the Hufflepuff common room back down to the dungeons. I closed the office door, locked it with my wand, and then turned back into a cat and hoped into bed. Severus was snoring and I curled up on his chest and fell asleep.

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Fanfic: Enough Is Enough Ch 1, Harry Potter | FanFiction

This story will be M rated. There is a bit of slash, not detailed. Some bad language. A bit of gore. A heaping of demented house elves and a crazy powerful Harry. The Goblins have decided enough is enough and help Harry overcome Dumbledore's manipulations. This is going to be fun.

Word Count 43k+

---More like crazy hilarious. If you need a good laugh read this.----

Harry creates a creature and house elf sanctuary all while working on taking out Voldemort and his minions plus dealing with Dumbledore and thieves.

[ohmygodshesinsane]

creature comfort chapter 51: cold snap

creature comfort chapter 51: cold snap is out now!

Severus is left in a dungeon with his thoughts. James makes an midnight toilet trip. Regulus goes for lunch. Lily discovers Swivenhodge.

(please heed all content warnings and read with care. the fic is rated M and accordingly includes mature content).

read it here on AO3 or ffnet!

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Me looking at a Snape fan blog posting a about how if Snape has a crush on you he’ll gruffly do all these nice things for you & I’m… *stares at mine*

Severus: If Black wanted to get out of the over the shoulder carry & not be thrown into the Lake she would’ve.

*nods* Sounds about right.

[dinxieyinxie]

apparently there's a difference between sirens, selkies, and merrows in the HP lore and my ass did NOT research before drawing any of these so now i guess yonal is a half-selkie, half-siren in this AU 😭😭😭

my headcanon is that selkies in this world can still shapeshift like in the original mythology and sirens, well, they got those banger vocal chords. Yonal can turn into a human but at the cost of hurting himself whenever he tries to speak so he just doesn't </3 however he sings like an angel in his mer form

anyway im drawing snape after this ehe ive found a fish for him 🐟🐠

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hi love! idk if you are interested or not but i had an idea of reader being friends with lilly and severus but also with the marauders untill the oh so fateful day were sev ruined his friendship with lilly and reader. i love the idea of lilly ending up in james's arms and reader in sirius's (they are my boys sorry sev🤭)

thank you and again, only if you want! have a wonderful day lovely!

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Severus Snape was resting against a tree when it happened. The castle sat opposite him, just a short way across the clear water. The small ripples created by the creatures in the lake and the summer breeze often distracted him from the book that he rested between his knees and his chest as he tucked them up closely. It was this exact reason that he hadn't noticed the band of robe-clad gryffindors trudging up the slope toward him. James Potter led the group, he wore his signature charismatic grin; a smirk that twinged the corner of his lip upwards and made his nose scrunch beneath his glasses, and he had his wand held loosely in his hand. He twisted the delicate tool between his fingers as you would a drumstick. Sauntering over to Severus, he chuckled at his friends, nudging them playfully with his shoulder. 

“Snape!” He jested, calling out to him. 

His head snapped up, but he kept his back planted firmly against the tree as the group of marauders ran up to him. He squeezed his eyes shut, just hoping that they would turn and leave. But they were bored and Severus, who had been particularly troublesome toward them, had caught their eyes. Severus inched himself up against the tree so that he rose to his feet and began to turn back in the direction of the castle. 

James frowned, a look of mock pity set on his face. “Leaving already, Snivellus?”

Snape reached for his wand, but kept his back to them.  “Fuck off, Potter. I don’t want trouble.”

“Don’t you know it’s rude to turn your back to someone when they’re talking to you, Snape.” Sirius asked him. 

Severus whipped around quickly, his wand poised to cast a spell at them but James beat him to it; with one flick of his hand Snape's wand went flying across the river bank. He paled, the four Marauders stepping closer to him. 

“Nice one, James.” Sirius cheered. 

The dark haired boy backed up slowly, setting his gaze. The four of them were edging closer, threatening him with their wands when you spotted them. You had just finished class and were heading over to the lake with Lily, arm in arm. The two of you were over there in seconds when you saw your friends threatening each other. Much to your boyfriend's dismay, you and Severus had been friends from the beginning of the first year. You met him on the train; a shy boy with long hair who didn’t quite seem certain of the world. Lily bonded with him quickly, and you followed soon after. It wasn’t long after that that you met Sirius Black. Charming, brave, daring; he was the complete opposite to Snape, but you supposed that was what drew you to him so much. It was their clash in personalities that made the two clash. It seemed as though they were always doing something to wind up the other.

This time it had gone too far. You were unsure of what Sev had done to wind up the Marauders so much, but you and Lily were skidding to a stop beside them in a heartbeat. 

James caught a glimpse of Lily’s fiery hair out of the corner of his eye. “Lilyflower-”

“Leave him alone, James.” It wasn’t quite a demand, Lily never had that sort of aggressiveness in her, but her voice was firm. She didn’t want her friend to get hurt. 

“Ah, Evans, Don’t make me hex you.” James sighed, a playful twinge on his tongue.

“I’m serious.” Lily repeated when James refused to lower his wand, letting it loll around between his fingers. 

“No,” Sirius smirked. “I am.”

You gave him a hard stare through narrow eyes, and his smirk dropped. “Siri. Please.”

The boy nodded, nudging his friend who promptly pocketed his wand. Severus seemed taken back, his steps faltering. He glanced gratefully in your direction, though his anger and embarrassment were unmistakable in his eyes. 

“You’re lucky that they were here to help you, Snape.”

“I don’t need help from filthy mudbloods.”

You had expected many things from Severus, but those words were not one of them. He spat them with venom; malice intending to bite deep. And bite deep it did. 

You froze, eyes glassing over with tears. Serverus Snape had made an incredibly low blow; as a muggleborn, it was safe to say that it took some time to come to terms with your letter to Hogwarts. You were excited, of course but your parents were far from keen. Lily experienced the same thing with her sister too. Things didn’t get much better when you arrived at Hogwarts either. Some saw you as ‘impure’. Unworthy. Sev knew this and he had chosen to use it against you. Perhaps it was in a moment of spite, perhaps he hadn’t meant to say it at all. But all that mattered in that moment was that Severus Snape was just like the rest of them.   

You could see Sirius glance your way out of the corner of your eye, but when he took a step toward you you backed away. 

“Fuck you, Snape.” You spat back at him, trying to hide the waver in your voice. 

“You should watch your mouth, Snivellus.” Lily glared at him before turning on her heel and making her way promptly back to the castle before anyone else could say a word. 

You were left standing between the two groups, both slightly shell shocked, in silence.

Sirius, now full of guilt, opened his mouth to talk, but you pursued Lily before he could even form the first syllable.

 The tears came flooding in quickly after that. 

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Sirius hadn’t seen you for the rest of the day. and that was partly because you refused to come out of the girls bathroom. He had even tried to get Moaning Myrtle to coax you out to talk to him, but still you refused to show your face as you curled up on the bathroom tile. It made his stomach churn. 

His pit of guilt dug itself deeper as he sat in class. Sirius’ leg bounced restlessly during potions and there was just as much ink on the page at the start of the lesson as there was at the end. The detention he was also given didn’t help ease his thoughts. His mind wandered to the worse case scenarios. It was his fault for provoking Snape… What if you never wanted to talk to him again? He was up in an instant when the fateful day came to an end and he could return to the common room. He dragged his feet up to the portrait and muttered the words to open it. Every part of him itched to see your face mingling amongst the crowd. 

At first, he didn’t see you. But he managed to make out the crown of your head resting against an armchair tucked away in the corner by the fire. His face softened when he saw the tear tracks staining your face where you had failed to wipe them away properly.  

You had spent practically the last two hours crying. Everytime the flood stopped, it seemed to start up again. Severus was supposed to be your friend and he had discarded you just like that. The back of your eyes stung, glassy beads threatening to spill again. When you finally braved it enough to make it back to the common room, you couldn’t bear to go up to your room. You hardly spent any time there anyway because you spent much of it lounging around in Sirius’ bed with the other marauders…and you were angry and Sirius. 

No… perhaps angry was too strong a word. Hurt. Hurt by his actions and his and James’ thoughtlessness. Being up in your room would have just reminded you of that. So instead you settled down with a book by the fire trying to distract yourself and let the world move around you. 

It didn’t take Sirius very long to reach you. He crossed the common room in a few wide strides. 

“Love?” Siri asked hesitantly. 

You peeked up at him meekly. Your eyes were red raw and puffy, it made the boy frown. Sniffing, you wiped your eyes with the hem of your sleeve. “Oh.. hi Siri.” you mumbled, not quite meeting his eyes. 

“Oh Lovey. I’m so sorry.” He melted, sliding onto the arm of the chair beside you. 

“ ‘ts okay. It’s not your fault…”

Sirius scowled. You were far too kind for your own good. He knew exactly what you had been through and made him sick just thinking that you weren’t allowing anyone to take the blame for it. “But it is, Dove. I shouldn’t have provoked him. If I had stopped James and just kept my mouth shut then you wouldn’t have had to come over in the first place.”

A tear spilled from your eyes and all of a sudden you broke all over again. “He was supposed to be my friend, Pads.” You blubbered, voice wavering. “He’s just like the rest of them…”

Sirius took your hands in his, pressing a kiss to them. “You didn’t deserve any of this, my love. I am so, so sorry.”

“Maybe they’re right….” You trailed off. “Maybe I am worthless. If Sev thinks so too then-”

“Shh.” Sirius pressed another kiss to your temple as he scooped you up into his arms. Burying your face into his chest you continued to cry. He trailed his fingers over your back. “You’ve never been more wrong in your life, Lovey. You are worth so much more than that. You’re kind, brave and not to mention the most beautiful girl in the world. You’re worth everything to me. Who gives a crap what they think?”

You sniffled, unsure. 

“I mean it.”

You looked up at him, wiping away your tears; a ghost of a smile on your lips. 

“I love you.” Siri whispered, kissing you softly.

“I love you too.” You settled your head against his chest, shifting to curl against him. 

It was there that James and Lily found you later, entwined with each other and sleeping peacefully. Safe within each other's arms.

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[himegureisu]

Father

Summary: Your period is late and that may mean one thing.

Author's Rambles: I have a job interview tomorrow morning and I'm procrastinating. This fic was supposed to be for June but I can't wait that long.

Pairing: Severus Snape x Female Reader

Warning: Pregnancy.

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In the grand scheme of your life, there were three constants. Your husband, Severus, your job at the Ministry, and your period. Every month, on the second week, it arrives without fail until it didn’t.

In the beginning, you didn’t notice. Caught up in the routine of daily life, its’ absence is blissfully forgotten. Especially since every woman could do without the pain once in a while.

However, as days turned into weeks, your stash of products remained untouched in the bathroom cupboards, and the surplus reminds you of your monthly visitor missing in action. There could only be one reason but…

You could be wrong.

It could be stress from work or the constant time zone changes that affect your body. Yet, the overwhelming fatigue, the cramps, and the light spotting at what should be that time of the month were signs you couldn’t ignore.

In his Potions’ storage, you gather the necessary ingredients for the gravidity draught and head towards his vacant classroom. Your heart pounds beneath your chest as you walk through the halls mindlessly greeting the students that passed.

On his table, you lay the ingredients down following the steps in the tome, carefully measuring each one before adding them to the cauldron. Its’ color slowly changes as it brews. Your thoughts are overwhelmed by the possibility that you nearly jump at the sound of his voice.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his eyes narrow in suspicion, as he approaches the table, “Hm?”

“I’m making a Potion,” you mumble, unable to look him in the eye as you stir, as he muttered, “Obviously,”

“That begs the question, what are you making?”

“I’m certain you can make an educated guess from the ingredients I retrieved from your stores,”

His eyes meticulously roam over the herbs and extracts of creatures spread out in order of the steps the potion would be brewn. His sharp intake of breath after a minute or so tells you he’s deduced it.

“Let me,” he steps in front of you, taking the ladle from your trembling hands, as you step back and watch, “You didn’t call for me,”

“Sev,” you whisper, he huffs, as you wind your arms around his torso, “I was going to after…”

His hands deftly transfer the amount of liquid you need in your vial, the remainder needed to determine your condition, as you step up beside him. His face was incomprehensible, the first since your marriage that you couldn’t get a read on him.

“Unacceptable,” he simply said, “In hardship and in triumph, in sickness and in health, in every step of the way, I will be with you. From this day until the end, come what may, I am yours. ”

Your breath hitched at his deep voice professing those vows you exchanged years before. His eyes meet yours when you look up and stand by his side.

“You will never be alone whatever the outcome,” he professes, placing a gentle kiss on your left hand where your rings rest, and holding it as he takes the vial from the rack to offer it to you, “I promised,”

“I love you, so much,” you try to hold back tears as you take the vial in one hand, and grip his on the other, “Here goes,”

In a gulp, you drink the liquid and grimace at the awful taste.

“It takes two minutes,” he murmurs, taking you in an embrace, as you both stare at the other vial in the rack, “The color should change to green if it’s positive and red if it’s negative. If it’s yellow, it is too early to tell,”

“Can we turn around?” you ask anxiously, he complies as you turn to face the wall, and from there you start to ramble, “I know you’re not fond of children and I know we said we’d think about this when we get here and…”

“I’m not fond of children,” he does say, and your heart nearly breaks into a million pieces there, “But, they’re not ours and I wouldn’t truly know if we didn’t have one, no?”

“You’re okay if it’s positive?” your voice quivers, as he cups your cheeks and nudges you to look at him, “Or if it’s negative?”

“I wouldn’t mind a little girl that looks just like her mother,” he admits, and pulls you in, trying to resist the urge to sneak a glance, “Or a boy would be fortunate to inherit your nose. However, should it be negative we can stop contraception and leave it to fate,”

“Okay, is it time?” you nervously ask, he briefly glances at the clock at the end of the room and nods, and you compromise, “On the count of three, we turn around together,”

On one, you hold his hand tight. Two, has him squeeze back reassuringly. Three, has you both turning around to face the potion that would change the course of your lives forever.

Green. Positive.

“Oh my god,” your tears finally fall in a mixture of disbelief, joy, and fear. “Oh my god, Sev!”

There was a lone tear that glistened on Severus’ cheek.

His thoughts were a jumble ever since a student informed him that you were alone and making a potion in his classroom. His feelings were hurt because you didn’t confide in him of your suspicions. Especially considering the gravity of its implications, however, it seems he made the right choice by going to you.

“We’re going to be parents,” he whispers.

He never thought he would be. He never thought there would be anyone after Lily. He never thought he’d meet you. He never thought you’d return his love. But here you were together, years later after that fated day.

It was a whirlwind of emotions, but he couldn’t deny the joy and excitement at the thought that a manifestation of your love for each other would arrive in nine months.

“Severus?” you wipe the tear marks away, but he didn’t answer, “Sev —”

His arms hoist you up the free space on the edge of his table and he stands between your legs. His right hand rests on top of your lower abdomen lightly caressing the nonexistent bump.

“Thank you,” he breathed out, his heart near bursting, as you smiled, “I never thought I could be this happy.”

“I never thought I could be too,” you say, his eyes twinkling in happiness, but your stomach grumbled in hunger, “How about we go get a late lunch, Papa?”

Papa.

“Anything for you two,”

[kind-hufflepuff]

SEVERUS SNAPE AS A DARK FAE FOR @nightingale2004

[stabby-apologist]

[snowyslytherinowl]

Joyous Nightmares - Part 3

PAIRING: Severus Snape x (Professor) Reader

SUMMARY: A year after surviving the Second Wizarding War, Severus Snape begins to have joyous nightmares where he dreams of having a wife and a daughter. These dreams bring him nightmares because he doesn't believe that he'll ever get married or have a family of his own. So what happens when the wife in his dreams is revealed to be you?

Warning: Nothing graphic, but Severus’s near-fatal attack by Nagini is described. Angst and nightmares once more. 

Part 1 | Part 2

*GIF isn't mine, unsure of credit

Sleep overcomes an unwilling Severus that night. Dreams also invade his sleep since his dreamless sleep potions haven’t finished brewing. 

Nighttime approaches as Severus walks down the path toward Hagrid’s hut. He wonders if his daughter had fun with the gamekeeper that day. His question is answered when the door of the hut bursts open and she comes running towards him. For a five-year-old, she runs amazingly fast. 

“Daddy, Daddy! Hagrid showed me unicorns and hippogriffs!” she shouts. Practically launching herself at his legs, she grasps the fabric of his trousers and points at Buckbeak. “He let me pet Buckbeak too!” The gamekeeper emerges from the hut and approaches the pair, smiling. 

“Oi, Professor Snape! Sorry. I didn' mean ter let her run out o' the house, tha' one.” he apologizes. “Yer daughter is a sweet little girl.”

 “Thank you for watching her and showing her your creatures, Hagrid. She has been excited to play with the live versions of her toys for a long time.” He smiles down at his daughter and cocks his head in Hagrid’s direction. “Sweetheart, what do you say to Hagrid?”

“Thank you!” she says and hugs Hagrid’s legs as she smiles sweetly up at him.  

“O' course, little one,” he replies and pats her affectionately on the head. 

Severus’s daughter grabs his hand and they walk back to Hogwarts together. Along the way, she rambles about every creature she petted and fed. Severus warmly smiles at his daughter’s excitement. Several students stare as Severus passes by them with his daughter in tow. “Should you not be returning to your houses?” he sneers at them to protect his reputation as the harsh dungeon bat. The students quickly scamper away and Severus beckons his daughter to their quarters. 

He pushes the door open to the sound of music playing from a small radio and fire crackling from the fireplace. Water rushes from the shower and Severus’s daughter is about to open the bathroom door when he stops her. She looks disappointed, but he reassures her, “Wait for Mummy to finish her shower and I will warm up milk for you. All right?”

She nods and jumps onto the sofa. He searches the fridge for milk as the bathroom door creaks open, revealing you in pajamas. “Hi. I thought I heard you two coming in. How was Hagrid’s, sweetheart?”

“He showed me unicorns and hippogriffs!” she gushes. A unicorn plushie flies into her hands and she changes the body of the unicorn to have a yellowish tint. “One of them looked like Angel, but she was a baby so she was yellow.”

“How cute is that!” you say enthusiastically. “Next time we can look at them together!” The both of you giggle and Severus smiles as he turns on the stove. He warms the milk for his daughter and when he hands it to her, he finally notices her features. She has his black hair while every other feature mirrors yours: the eyes, nose, lips, and cheeks. Soon after she finishes the milk, her parents wash her and put her to sleep. 

Once Severus changes into his nightclothes, he cuddles with you in bed. Water remaining from your hair wets his shirt, but he doesn’t care. He focuses on how he can feel your breasts through the thin fabric of your pajamas and how your legs are practically fused to his. He tilts his head down and sees you looking down at him. “Are you tired?” you whisper and move your hand from his jaw to his chest. You take more time tracing your hand down his stomach and where he needs it most while wickedly batting your eyelids at him. 

“Not when your hand is all over me.”

You laugh softly and kiss his neck. “Then let’s stay up a little longer.” You swing one leg fully over his leg and lower your body onto him. Severus tilts himself upwards and presses a kiss onto your lips.

A whirlwind of emotions runs through Severus, but the emotion that prevails is longing. He considers you to be a friend and has never recognized that perhaps, he does harbor romantic feelings for you. You have the sweetest smile, the gentlest eyes, and the most beautiful laugh. How was he such a fool not to realize the true meaning of the warmth enveloping him whenever you laugh? And Merlin, that dream. He selfishly wishes it had carried on so he could feel your body enveloping his. 

Then a sense of guilt hits him. You see him as a friend and nothing more, for Merlin’s sake. He’s ashamed that he dreamt of you in such a way. How can he possibly sit next to you in the Great Hall in a few hours and look at you like nothing has happened? The worst part is that you won’t even know why he’s ignoring you. But it’s better this way; he can’t fathom the look of disgust on your face if you knew that he dreamt of your hands roaming over his body. You’re too good, too kind for this. Especially since you just offered to accompany him to Hogsmeade and the Black Lake. 

This is too much for him to handle and his body begins to shake. Tears run down his cheeks and sobs wrack his body. The nearest vase becomes the victim of his emotions as he throws it at the wall, shattering it into porcelain shards. He kicks a messy pile of books and they go flying, knocking down other items they’ve hit. He grabs his wand and explodes a glass jar, spilling its contents everywhere. Severus attempts to calm himself by balling his fingers into a tight fist until his knuckles go white and blood is drawn from the fingernails pressing his palm. Slow, shallow breaths escape him, but they do nothing to calm his internal state. 

Finally, he collapses onto the bed, head between his hands, and allows the emotions of all the dreams to overtake him once more. A selfish part of him wishes that he truly did have a daughter that looks like you. Wishful thinking, that is, considering that you’d never dream of dating him, let alone marrying him. 

A knock sounds on the door, startling Severus. He swallows his sobs and wipes his eyes with his hands. Though, whoever is on the other end knows he’s inside since they knock more insistently this time. He attempts to ignore them again. Cold chills run down his body when he hears their voice. “Severus, I know you’re in there! Please, open up!”

It’s you. What a fool he is for forgetting that you’re patrolling the corridors tonight. He doesn’t know what to do. Leave you at the door or face the one person he never wants to face again? Who is he kidding? He wants to see you more than anyone in the world, but he has to push you away. Then again, it would be cruel to you to completely ignore you, so he settles on shouting, “I am fine! You can leave!”

“Stop lying to me! I heard crashes in there!” Usually, your voice is gentle and kind; now, you sound insistent and a little desperate. A pang of guilt hits him once more, so he swings the door open. 

The light from your wand shines onto Severus, causing him to shrink back in an attempt to hide his puffy red eyes. With the way you’re staring at him, you must think of him as an ugly, pitiful creature. “Oh, Severus. What happened? I’ve been worried about you for so long! Please, talk to me,” you beg and you sound like you’re on the verge of tears. How sweet you are for caring so deeply about him. 

“I… I…” he stammers and you draw your head back to look at him expectantly. He quickly breaks eye contact and points at the smashed jar and its contents oozing on the floor. “I am upset because I dropped my favorite potion ingredient.” 

You raise your eyebrows at him. “I don’t believe you.” The concern is still there, but he feels like a silly schoolboy being caught in a lie. 

Sighing, Severus whispers, “What do you want me to say?” He wishes you would leave him to his thoughts and accept his lies, but Merlin you will not give up. It would be so much easier for you to stop caring about him. 

“The truth,” you say and let go of him. He misses the warmth of your hug, but you soon take his hands into yours. Blood reddens his normally pale skin and he’s thankful that your wand is pointing downward so you can’t see his face too well in the darkness. “You don’t know how horrible I feel every time you walk into breakfast dead tired like you’re an inferi or something. Sure, you’re grumpy most of the time, but you snap at the students more than usual. I know something is wrong and it kills me that you won’t talk to me about it. I’m your friend and I promise that I won’t judge you.”

“Yes, you will,” he grunts and tears reform in his eyes. Get a hold of yourself, Severus tells himself. He blinks away the tears and retracts his hands. 

“What?”

“You will judge me,” he whispers. “You have no idea what I have been thinking and you would be revolted if you knew.”

“You’re wrong.” You sound more determined as you speak. “I’ve always known that you’re a good person even if your tongue is sharp. When you killed Dumbledore and took over as Headmaster, the other professors and staff members would rip you apart behind your back. I never partook in that. I knew that you were serving as a double spy and that every deed you did was so we could win the war. No matter what happened, my belief in you has never wavered. So whatever this is, I don’t think it can be worse than pretending to be a Death Eater.”

He turns around and steps toward a shelf without the broken glass so you can’t see the tears falling out of his eyes because of your utter devotion to him. How could he go through with his plan of ignoring you when you’re so loyal to him? Caution is thrown to the wind when Severus confesses, “I have been having nightmares. In these nightmares, I dream that I have a wife and child.”

A pause fills the air and Severus finally looks you in the eye. You look somewhat relieved now that he’s confided in you, but your face has fallen. “Do you not want to get married and have kids?”

A year ago, he wouldn’t have hesitated to give a firm, indefinite “no.” Now, though? He supposes he does. A wife and child would certainly fill the loneliness he’s forever had in his heart. “I do. It is only that I…” he hesitates, “I do not believe that I will ever get married or have children.”

“Why’s that?” 

Embarrassment burns at his cheeks and more tears threaten to spill from his eyes. Oddly, this feels worse than that moment by the Black Lake with Lily. It feels like you’re forcing him to confess how he feels for you, how he’s just realized that he longs for you no matter how genuine and supportive you seem to be. “Do not make me say it.”

“I don’t understand,” you say. Honesty fills your eyes, beckoning him to open up to you. 

“Look at me. No woman would want to marry, let alone date me,” he says and he gestures at himself. He runs a finger along his greasy hair and hooked nose to demonstrate his point that he’s a hideous dungeon bat. A dry, humorless laugh escapes him in the hopes of lightening the mood. 

“That’s not true,” you reply and step toward him. In the dim light from a glowing insect in a jar, Severus can see your eyes and the look in it is something he can’t decipher. 

“I appreciate your words of consolation, yet they are nothing but a white lie,” he scoffs and turns away from you. 

“They aren’t,” you whisper. You step towards him cautiously, in case he’ll swat you away. But he doesn’t. You move to him until you’re so close that he can feel your breath on his face. 

For a second, Severus wishes that you’d kiss him. She would never want to do that, he thinks to himself. His cheeks redden in embarrassment at his inappropriate thoughts. 

But your face is moving ever so close to him, and then you’re getting on your tippy toes, and your lips are hovering right next to his, and you finally kiss him. His head spins as your hands cup his face and pull him impossibly closer to you. He doesn’t know where to put his limp arms, how to breathe, or why you fancy him, but all that matters is the exhilarating feeling of your soft lips against his chapped lips. 

You finally release him when you need air, but you lean your forehead against his and breathlessly laugh. With his newfound ability to move, he places his hands on yours and laughs with you. 

Eternity seems to pass as you stare at each other until Severus whispers, “When?”

You understand without clarification and you tell him, “I don’t really know. I guess I always found you handsome.” Severus rolls his eyes and opens his mouth in response, but you silence him with a quick kiss. “I don’t want to hear any of it,” you say and kiss his nose. If you’re willing to kiss his nose, then perhaps he shouldn’t feel so insecure about it. 

“After the battle, I noticed that you were missing from the Great Hall. I walked through the area with the wounded at least twice and I couldn’t bring myself to look at the dead until I had to. It was when I couldn’t find you amongst the dead either that I finally realized how I felt for you. I wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself if I missed out on the opportunity to tell you how I feel,” you whisper and give a dry laugh. If Severus wasn’t listening intently, he wouldn’t be able to hear your low voice. “But when you were healing, I didn’t want to burden you with how I felt. And then I guess I was too shy.”

Unbeknownst to Voldemort, Severus carried the antidote to Nagini’s venom wherever he went. When Voldemort left the Shrieking Shack and he gave his memories to Potter, he poured the vial down his throat and healed his bite wounds. The loss of blood knocked him out until the battle was won and even when he regained consciousness, he could barely find the energy to move. Although he eventually managed to apparate to an unoccupied building in Hogsmeade, he realized he wouldn’t be welcome amongst the others at Hogwarts. A desolate street seemed to be the best place to hide and he slumped along a wall, allowing himself to regain his strength. 

Then he heard your voice calling out for him. At first, he thought he had fallen asleep and he was dreaming of you. But when you crouched in front of him and inspected his body for wounds, he vaguely recognized you as a real, living being. He didn’t question why you were looking for him or why you didn’t kill him as you apparated him to St. Mungo’s. Sometimes he pondered those questions, but he never asked you why.

“I am glad you found the courage to say something now.” Severus brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear and initiates the kiss this time. Gaining confidence with your confession and previous kisses, he lets his hands roam down your body until they rest on your waist. As his tongue slips between your lips, he thinks that he will never get tired of this delightful feeling. 

XXX

Soft breaths sound around the bedroom. Severus feels your chest rising and lowering as you sleep cuddled against his body. One arm is wrapped around you and supports your head, while the other gently soothes the baby sleeping on his chest. He knows your daughter can’t sleep with her parents in bed for now, but he wants to enjoy comforting his child before he puts her in her crib. 

The view outside the window isn’t the same as the one in his dreams; the grass outside is green and the flowers grow in beds around the yard, but other cozy houses surround his own. But perfectly recreating his joyous nightmares into a reality years later doesn’t matter to him. All that matters is that he has the two of you and that his joyous nightmares no longer haunt him; they only bring him joy. 

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creature comfort chapter 49: the storm

Repercussions.

[The Prank]

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{Meme}: SEND “📂“ FOR A RANDOM YET COMPLETELY USELESS HEADCANON I HAVE {x} 24 folders? Aight bet.

1.) 📂 Claude Frollo has REALLY hairy arms... Like no idea why & they are indeed the hairiest part of his body excluding y'know... His hair. The arm hairs are still platinum blonde. 2.) 📂 Claude's eyebrows are also still platinum blonde. 3.) 📂 Keira Black & her ex husband the Metatron both share the weird laugh after good sex quirk. 4.) 📂 Alaine's middle name "Claudine" was actually her birthname because her mother Alana Triton was a lil obsessed with Claude at the time. Her twin brother Amadis got the Claude II treatment... Claude amended both the shits the very second he could, he had to SAVE those kids. 5.) 📂 Sanderson le Fay really enjoys spoons? Just finds them really funny & somewhat fascinating... No idea why.

6.) 📂 Lord Hades (my regular one not the Disney based one, yes I know it's confusing I have two it's a long ass story) wears band human tees for the comfort & aesthetic but he is a poser & does NOT listen to most of the said bands he displays on them. 7.) 📂 SG & Sam both are left-handed. Not sure which twin copied which honestly. 8.) 📂 Keira's full name is so wild Demetra never ever allowed Marcus to name a child again. If you're an S/O of hers you're only finding out what her actual full name is after you married her. She has 3 fucking middle names & knows not what she's done to deserve such a thing. 9.) 📂 Bram Stoker honestly never is recognised as THE Bram Stoker in public usually until he makes a really specific joke about the book Dracula. 10.) 📂 Speaking of Dracula. Marcus Black was the vampire who turned him. They still talk sometimes. 11.) 📂 Marcus Black also invented chess. He was bored one day. Though a lot more people have beaten him at it than expected though he's always a good sport about. He did not invite checkers. According to him we have the werewolves to thank for that. 12.) 📂 Lucaevar Hill can do the same weird shoulder popping thing his mother Keira does. Freaks Jaime the fuck out sometimes he's just like "Son wtf???" 13.) 📂 Terran Rickman has a SUPER fiaxtion on shuffleboard. He loves that shit. Honestly I can support it, it's a fun game. 14.) 📂 The most popular game on the Isle of the Lost was Twister? Whenever a bunch of villains on Trash Island were bored & hanging out together without fail one of them would be like "Hey I have a game of Twister with me." & that's all they HAD to say. Jamie Hook was NEVER ever allowed to do left hand anything for obvious reasons.

15.) 📂 Maleficent Faire's staff can stay upright without her holding it. She has that good strong magic.

16.) 📂 Lord Chernabog is as his tiltle "The Lord of Night" implies much more active at night. His oldest kid Nyx inherited that from him... Probably because her mother is the same way.

17.) 📂 Severus Snape's eyes are bizarrely light sensitive. Specifically sunlight or artificial lights that are too bright. Thank GOD most of his time is spent in torchlight.

18.) 📂 Demetra Black, Morgana le Fay & Hecate were the three witches Macbeth saw in the woods. They weren't really serious about their prophecy either they were just having a laugh & he self fulfilled it. Morgana felt real bad about him going crazy. The other two? Not so much.

19.) 📂 Merlin le Fay's gun is registered. Surprisingly. Considering he is a crazy man who RARELY follows the laws of morality much less the law in legality.

20.) 📂 Claude Frollo has broken MULTIPLE gavels on his paternity court show... Some of the people testifying REALLY get under his skin & he is REALLY strong. Gotdam~

21.) 📂 Morpheus Sadik once lied about having Alaine's name tattooed in his asshole & people immediately believed him. Her name is tatted on him but it is not in his Sandy lil b-hole he's just dumb.

22.) 📂 None of the lizards Victor Granite has tosssed into Claude's hair have ever been hurt... Also they love it there, they have the time of their little scaly lives frolicking about in there.

24.) 📂 Claude Frollo hates Furries passionately but there are only TWO other groups of people who can similarly draw his ire. The Catholicism kinkers... & surprisingly... MIMES? He's a proud Frenchie so I have n o idea why he hates mimes but he does. He shares this passionate irrational hatred of mimes with Keira Black so AT LEAST a friendship & marriage came out of that united spite I guess???