#severus and minerva

[severussnapemylove]

[zephahhhh]

Sev and Minnie should start a podcast just shit talks about everything in the castle

their frequent guests are Hooch and Flitwick, and every new school year they'll start the episode by setting up a bet about how long the new DADA teacher would last and in what way are they going to leave (Minnie still argued Sev cheated for the 1993/1994 school year till this day)

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Severus Snape Masterlist

Mommy…Master List

Approach at your own risk… smut =* extra smutty =**

One Shots

Sex Pollen*

Infinitely Better than Lily*

Nestled*

Snapemas 22*

Severus & Minnie Drabble feat. Teddy Lupin

My Love & Care ~kid!harry & guardian!severus

Glossy Eyes ~sub!severus*

First Time for Everything ~teenager!harry & guardian!severus

I’m Here Drabble ~teenager!harry & guardian!severus

My Love, My Everything ~Soft!Severus Snape xFem Pregnant!Wife!Reader*

Addicted to My Girl*

Oh and I take Recs, so hit me up with ideas 😉 Requests & Prompt-List

[snapeaddict]

A parent-teacher conference

"Now, Mrs Smithton, I do believe there is room for improvement, but only if your daughter understands that sleeping is best done at night, not during my classes."

"Have you considered she might not sleep well at night? There can be lots of noise in the dormitories, as I'm sure you're aware."

Severus raised an eyebrow. He blinked twice.

"Ah, I see. She, too, comes up with many excu-" but he paused unexpectedly, glancing to his right. His nostrils quivered slightly.

"I can certainly tell her Head of House to look into it", he corrected, tight-lipped. "That is a valid concern."

The lady before him nodded, looking very much satisfied.

-

"In conclusion, I advise that your son drop my classes as soon as possible, Mr Foy. I see no other -"

The man in front of Severus raised his hand, silencing him arrogantly. There was a big silvery ring on his middle finger.

"He needs to take Potions, you know that. As his Head of House, I'm sure you can do something about it - I would compensate you, of course."

Severus smirked slightly, but it was almost inconspicuous, merely a tiny movement of his jaw muscles.

"One would have to be a billionaire to make up for the number of ingredients that have been lo-" he frowned, straightening up in his seat uncomfortably. "I meant to say that the number of hours wasted-" but he fell silent again, clenching his teeth. "I am afraid there is nothing I can do" he resumed after a short pause, handing the man back his son's grade report. "We have very strict requirements for our N.E.W.T.S students. I am sure you understand, Mr Foy… The headmaster has high standards."

That was not true. He had high standards.

-

"She is perfectly able to follow instructions. Have you considered you might be the issue? A teacher so young, what were they thinking -"

The Potions Master folded his arms, smiling sarcastically. The man in front of him had an insufferable high-pitched voice.

"Oh, I could not agree with you m-" But again, he bluntly interrupted himself, blowing annoyingly through his nose. The man did not seem to notice.

"And Elie tells me you favour Slytherins. Then she has been out of favour from the start! Do you think I'm an imbecile?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I suppose-" This time, Severus winced.

He paused. Then spoke again.

"I assure you, sir…"

-

"Did you really have to do that? Two hours! Two hours without you letting me be! "

Minerva closed the door behind her and came back to their desk, gathering her notes. She looked pleased with herself.

"It's the first time in two years you've not almost ended up throwing hands with several parents simultaneously, Severus. You should thank me", she said innocently.

"Surely you could have just spoken to me when -"

"You said you didn't want those parents to think I babysat you."

"And kicking me repeatedly below the desk sounded like a better alternative to you?"

Minerva smirked, yet again.

"It's not my fault if you're behaving like a 15-year-old at a parent-teacher conference. One sore leg is entirely worth the safeguarding of the school's reputation, if that is what you're asking."

"All the bruises -"

"You're swallowing your own potions for fun every other Saturday, Severus. Don't start complaining to me about bruises."

Severus folded his arms, looking suspiciously sulky. Minerva glanced at him ironically: the shadow of a smile flickered over her lips. A skilled observer might have guessed that she was trying hard not to laugh.

She lowered her voice.

"And next time someone offers you money for a service, Severus, you might want to consider it. All those budget cuts... Also, you wouldn't believe how costly my ongoing bets with Pomona have become."

It was Severus' turn to smirk. He stood up gracefully, putting his chair back below the desk with a lazy flicker of his wand.

"Oh, I know. I'll get 35% if you get past a certain threshold: that is why I refused Mr. Foy's money. I am not that greedy, you see."

One all, it seemed.

[smilingbluetiger]

Hogwarts Talks

* IF VOLDEMORT HAD DIED EARLIER *

Severus: * sits in his chair with his feet on the table holding the schedule

"6:00 wake up call"

Severus: Not this time damn....

Severus: *crosses out

"7:00 - 7:45 Correction of essays"

Severus: I'll wipe my ass with them....

Severus: *crosses out

"8:00 - 15:00 lessons"

Severus: *makes a huge blob at this point

Severus: *places the caption underneath:

"Fuck you Dumbledore"

Severus: *satisfied, he attaches the note to the study door

Severus: Minerva! Pack your catnip, we're going on vacation!

[digitkame]

“Dumbledore announcing that, unfortunately, Professor Lockhart would be unable to return next year, owing to the fact that he needed to go away and get his memory back. Quite a few teachers joined in the cheering that greeted this news.”

Yea so this is how I decided it happens🌝

[mastomysowner]

Harry Potter characters in Studio Ghibli style

[ebysse]

in which minerva is just a little jealous suspicious

[tageerdo]

Severitus be like...

[severussnaperevived]

Harry: runs into strange woman as she enters the great hall "I'm so sorry miss..."

Y/N: "Snape"

Harry: "no not possible, there is no way you are related to professor Snape"

Y/N: "I'm his wife"

Harry: "really I've never heard about you or seen you before"

Y/N: "I'm the head of aurors in America"

Harry: walks away muttering "she has to be under a love potion"

Y/N: sits next to Severus "can you believe those kids think you are using a love potion on me"

Severus: "love can you turn and pretend to talk to McGonagall I'll put there suspicions to ease"

Severus: pulls vile from pocket and pours it into her cup watching Ron, Hermione and harry watch in shock

Severus: "drink this love and let the fun begin"

Y/N: drinks it then looks up to see their horrified faces

[snapeingturtle]

McGonagall: the students might put in more effort if you tried to be a bit more likeable

Snape: I didn't like any of my teachers and I did fine

McGonagall:

Sprout:

Flitwick:

Snape: what

[kitgeometri]

[zephahhhh]

Severus is autistic and Minerva is basically a cat, there's no way they're not besties

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Happy Boxing Day! I have a request for you. Harry Potter/Severus Snape/Teddy Lupin. Prompt: Will he always be their little teddy bear? I'm excited to see what you come up with! Thank you.

Severus and Minnie Drabble feat. Teddy Lupin

Heyyyy anon! I think imma take this in a more wholesome direction... And fuck the canon plot for this one. Also, I decided to make it a drabble (: Hope you like it! Side note: the smirk in the GIF tho… I feel like it fits perfectly… Oh and this is already on my mommy...masterlist to go check out as well! 

Mommy…Master List

Severus Snape Master List

Warnings: just fluff, and a bit of sadness

Prompt: Will he always be their little teddy bear?

Enjoy (;

Post war, Harry and Ginny had decided to adopt and raise little Teddy Lupin in honor of Remus and Tonks

Eventually, it was time for Teddy to start going to Hogwarts.

Which meant having to be in classes with Severus Snape.

Harry had dreaded the teacher/ parent conferences since school start.

Since the war, Severus' bond with Minnie had only grown more.

Minerva had taken a shattered Severus under her wing and they had become somewhat of a duo.

So when teacher/ parent conferences came along, Minnie assisted that she be there with Severus for his.

He, of course, was appalled by the idea

But she insisted. Partially, for Severus' sake. Partially, for all the poor students' sake.

Eventually, it was Teddy Lupin's turn.

He came with both Harry and Ginny.

All of them prepared for the worst slander from Severus.

Although, it wasn't like Teddy didn't cause trouble in his class time again...

Severus laid out his disappointment and far more vivid words for Teddy which Minnie had to kick him under the desk for him to restrain himself

Teddy immediately lashed back with *all accurate* problems and concerns about Severus and his bias to all three of them.

Before anyone could say another word, Teddy had burst out the office door with Ginny crying out and rushing to follow him, "Come back my little teddy bear!"

Harry just sat there in uncomfortable silence, not knowing what to do.

This was his first time seeing Severus since him giving him those tear memories.

Minnie leaned over to Severus snickering lightly and whispering "Will he always be their little teddy bear?" before returning to her normal stoic face, but left Severus with a crack of a smile on his face.

Of course, he tried to hide this by bowing his head down to look at Teddy's semester report.

Just then, Ginny returned with a huffing Teddy and they sat back down.

But Harry could have swore that he saw Snape smile. Even if it was for just a millisecond, from whatever Minerva had said.

[snapeaddict]

Snapetober day 1 - Foliage

Written in participation to Momo's unofficial 2023 Snapetober - thanks @momo-t-daye for the earthy prompt list! Will try to be consistent this year.

October 1st, 1997

Though he had cast more than a generous amount of spells on himself, some of his own making, the rustling produced by each of his movements seemed to him as though they echoed through the whole valley: they traveled to the far off mountains and then back to him with intolerable noise.

Severus glowered at the trees around him; their thinning foliage were responsible for this lack of discretion. He then lowered his gaze to the ground, stepping only on the gold, orange and red leaves, avoiding with striking expertise all the brown ones which, having had time to dry, produced the loudest sounds.

It was silly, of course. No one could hear him. But it kept his mind busy: it felt good, if frustrating.

He started counting his steps. He focused on the numbers, and the leaves. He had played these games more times than he could count these last few months, and had always lost: no effort of the mind, no challenge of the intellect was ever strong enough to conceal his aching heart to himself.

He halted.

There was the grave, tall and white and majestic. Severus was almost blinded by it – the sun shone bright that day, and the lake was, as usual, pitch black; the trees, all crimson red, detached themselves quite sharply from the sky behind them, too blue, much too bright too.

It was not beautiful, for there was no harmony between all those shades. But it was all meant to be joyful: that alone hurt terribly.

To conceal himself, Severus had circumvented the lake using a path that crossed the forest and led directly to the back of the grave, on the far left of the shore. He was about to step out onto the grass when a sound stopped him in his tracks: he froze, and his hand, below his cloak, squeezed his wand with disproportionate strength.

“I don’t know what to tell you”, a voice said, and he recognized it instantly.

It was coming from the front of the grave, not far from him.

Slowly, he leaned against the back of the monument, his expression hard and cold. He was pale, and his hands were trembling slightly.

“Every time I come here, and I don’t know what to tell you. I have cried, I have yelled, I – for Merlin’s sake, I have even pleaded with you. Now that I think of it, I do hope you have not heard or seen any of that. You know how I forget myself, when my emotions get the better of me.”

There was a pause. Severus’ gaze rested on the trees before him; it followed, with obsessive intensity, the fall of each leaf that had surrendered to the sweet autumnal breeze.

“The students are back. They have been forced to. That tells us everything we need to know about the ministry's current state of affairs. Sev-Severus… Severus is headmaster.”

He stopped breathing at the mention of his name. His eyes reverted from the trees to where Minerva’s voice was emanating from, to the left of the marble wall. He blinked several times, rapidly: the pain in his chest was, for a moment, all he could feel or think of.

“I am still… I am still waiting, Albus”, Minerva went on, and her voice was weak, fragile, completely unlike her. “I will take anything.” There was a strange noise, almost like a strangled sob. She cleared her throat. “The smallest sign. The smallest proof that you… and Severus… have some sort of greater plan.”

He was only vaguely aware of the scene before him, of the wind and the screaming buzzards above him. They were flying in a circle – he didn’t wonder why. He simply stared at the trees and saw nothing but colourful, suffocating chaos, a blurriness he did not realise was unnatural.

“I looked at him, Albus… I tried to look him in the eyes, but he avoided me… he has brought death-eaters into the castle… he says nothing. Albus; he says nothing. Why is that? You cannot have been fooled that easily. You cannot have made that sort of mistake. That would be unlike you – and what he has done, it is unlike him. I know him. I know you. I – I -”

All so red… melting and mingling and filled with a strange perfume of petrichor…

“Albus, I need you to be lying to me. The both of you.”

She let out a small whimper, and it echoed through the marble walls, unashamed. It reached Severus, and its vibration gently passed through his body.

Tears dropped to the floor, on brown leaves. He did not register their sound.

“I would survive a lie. I would survive deceit, and cunning schemes, and foolish martyrdom – I can go through it all. But, Albus…”

She rested her head against the cold white stone, and so did he, on the other side of the grave.

“I cannot bear this truth.”

[snowyslytherinowl]

Locked in the Staffroom

PAIRING: Severus Snape x (Professor) Reader

SUMMARY: Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall know that Severus Snape and you have hidden feelings for each other. When Snape refuses to acknowledge that you truly reciprocate his feelings, they lock him in the staffroom to force him to finally ask you out.

*GIF isn't mine.

Excited whispers and giggles sound from inside the staffroom. Who in the wizarding world is giggling? Severus thinks before he pushes the door open. No wonder; it’s Dumbledore and Minerva. The two jump away from each other the second Severus walks in. Tea flies into Minerva’s hands, and Dumbledore stares dreamily out the window. 

“Good day, Severus. What brings you here?” Minerva asks after sipping her tea.

He ignores their question and sneers, “What were you two old bats whispering about?”

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkle behind his half-moon spectacles. “In truth, Minerva and I were discussing what a lovely couple you and the charming History of Magic professor would make.” Minerva chokes on her tea, clearly unaware that Dumbledore planned to spill the details of their gossip talk. “We know of your deep, burning feelings for her and believe that it would be prudent to act on them.”

Blood rushes to Severus’s face. “I do not have feelings for her,” he spits. Even if he did, he thinks they would be neither deep nor burning. Sitting next to you at every meal, admiring your outfits and eyes, and dreaming of your every waking moment surely doesn’t constitute as that. 

Fine, perhaps he does fancy you just a little bit. 

“One may attempt to conceal their love, but love cannot be concealed in the way one gazes at their beloved,” Dumbledore says dreamily. 

“She looks at you the same way you look at her, lucky for you.” Minerva raises her eyebrows and throws him a knowing, smug smile. “If you weren’t always so engrossed in your work, you’d see it, too.”

Severus rolls his eyes. “I do not appreciate your meddling in my relationships with the other professors. Either way, you are becoming old and delusional.” The other two professors burst out laughing as Severus turns away and pours a cup of tea for himself. He makes a final comment as his back is turned, “Perhaps you bats need better spectacles or charms to improve your sanity.” 

Mere seconds after he takes his first sip, the staffroom door opens. Severus’s eyes shoot up to see who has entered into this embarrassing conversation, and it is none other than you. His gaze immediately lowers back to the tea, and his hair falls around his face to shield the fact that his face is turning an even brighter shade of red. You take note of the tense atmosphere and awkwardly greet, “Hi, everyone.”

Dumbledore and Minerva warmly greet you, while Severus nods in your direction. You blush at Severus’s albeit scarce attention and walk to stand by him at the drink table. 

“Look at the time. It appears that Minerva and I must depart for our daily bird watching. Hogsmeade residents have reported a sighting of the Fiery Frizzle, and it would be an absolute shame to miss witnessing the bird setting a cottage on fire,” Dumbledore declares. Minerva plays along and they stand up to leave the room.

“I didn’t know that you’re into bird watching,” you note as you pour milk into a coffee. 

“They aren’t,” Severus grunts with full knowledge of their true plan. They want to give you two some privacy so he can make some grand gesture demonstrating his love for you. Too bad for them; he plans to leave the staffroom soon after the older professors depart. Regardless of Severus’s comments, the two give him expectant glances before exiting. 

Silence engulfs the staffroom until you say, “I brought essays to grade. You can join me only if you want to, of course.” You smile shyly when he looks at you. 

“Unfortunately, I have duties to attend to,” Severus says and downs his remaining tea in one go despite how it burns his throat. With his hair covering his eyes, he glances at your dress one last time before heading for the door. It’s truly a shame that he doesn’t have more time (the courage, rather) to admire how it shows your curves in all the right places. 

Severus attempts to turn the door handle and discovers that it’s jammed. No matter the spell he casts and how many times he impatiently grunts “alohomora,” the door doesn’t budge. He notices that you’re looking at him, earning a nervous laugh from him. “The door refuses to open. Not surprising, considering I have been telling Dumbledore that it requires repair.”

“Really? I never had an issue with it. Do you need help?” you ask, but still walk over before he can respond. You cast several spells of your own, none of which work to open the door. Severus feels flustered, but whether it’s because of your closeness or his embarrassment at being unable to complete a simple task on his own, he doesn’t know. 

As you attempt to remove the door handle altogether, a realization hits Severus: the door won’t open unless he confesses his feelings or asks you out. His blood boils as he thinks about how that pair of old baboons are probably up in Dumbledore’s office at this very moment, giggling and kicking their feet with excitement like schoolchildren. He can’t wait to get out of here so he can storm into the office and hit them with every jinx and hex he can think of. 

But then again, neither of you can leave unless he makes a move. The staffroom is hardly the place for pouring his heart out or asking you out on a date. Severus supposes that inviting you to the Three Broomsticks is the best option since you might think he’s merely asking you as a friend. Though what is he supposed to do? Lean against the door and nonchalantly say, “Go to the Three Broomsticks with me?” Or magic a flower into existence and pop the question? Merlin, why does this feel more nerve-wracking than taking on a dragon or walking through the Forbidden Forest during a gloomy night? 

He’s snapped to attention when you say, “I don’t think this thing will budge.” 

“Yes, I believe so,” he mutters back. You’re looking up at him through your eyelashes. Ugh, this seems like the best time to ask you on a date. He crosses his arms against his chest, then uncrosses them because it makes him seem closed-off. Then they hang limply against his sides; no, that makes him look weak. Never mind any of this; just say something!

“Er, I want to… I was wondering if perhaps you, er,” he stammers and forces the rest out in a rushed sentence, “WouldliketogototheThreeBroomstickswithme?”

You scrunch your face together. “What?”

Why couldn’t you just hear him the first time? Do you wish to embarrass him? His eyes fix on a point on the ground to avoid the impending look of horror on your face as he clearly enunciates his next sentence. “Do you want to go to the Three Broomsticks with me this Saturday?”

With every ounce of his being, Severus forces himself to look at you. Disgust isn’t written on your face at all. Instead, you’re grinning widely, and your eyes are even brighter than usual. “Yes! Is six okay?”

The muscles of his mouth force his lips into a small smile. “Er, it is,” he replies without thinking if it does. Either way, he’d move around his entire schedule for a mere minute of your time. But then his heart sinks as he realizes that you’ve likely only agreed to accompany him to the Three Broomsticks as an outing between two friends. 

Severus is proven wrong once more when you lean up to him and give him a quick kiss on the cheek! Oh no, he must look like a bashful schoolboy due to his burning cheeks and widening grin. No matter any of that, though, because you kissed his cheek!

“I, er, I shall see you then,” he stammers. You smile and nod in agreement before he reaches for the door handle to leave before he bursts with giddiness. Lo and behold, the door finally opens. 

Unlike what Severus expected, Minerva and Dumbledore are standing at the end of the corridor. Good; he can murder them without having to walk too far! He rushes over to them and upon seeing him, their faces break out into vicious little smirks. 

“I have half a mind to turn you into mice and feed you to snakes!” Severus sneers. 

The two professors look at each other and laugh so hard that Minerva has to put a hand on Dumbledore’s arm to stable herself. “We see that you’ve taken our advice to heart,” Dumbledore says. “Did she agree to your invitation?”

“That is none of your business!” he spits. 

“It appears that she did agree, Albus!” Minerva exclaims. “You can thank us for that later. I rather think that Minerva would be a beautiful middle name for your future baby girl.” 

Severus’s eyes narrow and he advances on the two, but he merely gets close enough to scowl in their faces. “I rather think that name hideous!” he snaps and jerks back to leave the two where they are in the hall.  

But he’s halfway to the stairs when Dumbledore calls back, “Perhaps Albus would be a suitable middle name for a boy!” 

Severus doesn’t respond. Instead, he flicks his wand at a window, smashing it and sending glass flying everywhere. His cloak billows around him as he grumpily climbs the stairs and disappears from sight, but he can’t help but wonder what name would be regal enough for his future child.