#severus snape headcanons

[sneepseverus]

What are some stereotypical teacher things that you think Snape would do as a professor?

[fantisyoflove]

Snape's First Year Teaching[part 1]

*not my picture, I found it on pintrest*

Warning ⚠️ mentions of death. ⚠️

Chapter word count: 2392

Total work word count: 24,244

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In Dumbledore's office you stand, hands behind your back, as you watch him pace.

"I have no doubt professor Snape is loyal to me, I just think that having you will persuade him a little more if need be."

"You want me to become friends with him?" You ask a little confused. Dumbledore had requested you spy for him, given your pure blood status and familial ties to other death eaters, but this seemed weird.

"Well, quite honestly Miss Burke, if you could be more than friends that might help" Dumbledore spoke as if they were discussing flavors of chocolate, not going under cover as a spy and trying to sleep with someone to help you gain access to more intell and secrets!

"Sir, I don't think I could..."

"Oh don't worry too much, If all goes well the person you pretend to be will be long gone after we win this war. That is still your intent isn't it? Saving countless lives?"

Damn, he really knew how to push you!

"Yes, sir." You said with a sigh.

Dumbledore clapped his hands together, "Excellent! Then you are hired! I am sure you will be an excellent addition to our staff" the smile he gave seemed sweet and genuine but with the shadows from the candle light it made him look sinister.

*that night in the great hall, preparing for the sorting ceremony*

Professor Snape was sitting at the end of the very long table up front for staff, his head bent as he read a book under the table. Head resting in one hand, hair falling into his face despite his attempts to tie it back. You took a deep breath, 'atleast he's not ugly' you thought as you walked towards him. The seat next to him was vacant, in fact the next 3 seats beside him were. Nobody was looking in his direction and he seemed perfectly content reading alone.

Walking up to him you tapped on his shoulder and cleared your throat. Snape jumped and dropped his book on the floor. Turning to glare at you, he pushed the hair out of his face.

"Can I help you?" He hissed. You watched his hand pull his wand out of his inside cloak pocket, give it a little flourish and mutter under his breath. His book flew back onto his lap and you saw the same page as before.

"Oh, I umm... I am. I'm sorry. I was just going to ask if I could sit by you?"

His expression softened but he looked around the room suspiciously. You looked too, confused what he was searching for, maybe his friends that usually sat with him....

"Is this some kind of prank?" He whispered through gritted teeth.

"Prank? What? No! I just... I am ... I am just new here and thought maybe ...."

Snape put his hand up, "stop. I don't know who put you up to this but I am in no mood. Please leave me be. I sure there are plenty of other people you could sit next to."

Your face fell, "oh, um okay. I'm sorry. Again. Sorry" you stumble over your words and wring your hands together. Turning away you go to sit somewhere else. Unfortunately all the seats were now taken and the students were filling in the great hall doors.

Snape looked down the table and rolled his eyes "typical".

You took the chair immediately to his left and sat down. Dumbledore began his announcements, the usual stuff and then "... and also join me in welcoming our new potions professor. Professor Snape!" He paused for applause and there was a polite amount but Snape looked indifferent as he stood and took a small bow to the students before sitting back down. "As well as our new herbology Professor, Professor Burke." Another pause for applause. You stood and copied the bow Snape did but as you went to sit back down you bumped your chair and almost fell but Snape caught your arm. He pushed your chair back into place and then let go as you sat back down. He clasped both hands between his knees and stared at his empty plate. You lean towards him and whisper "thank you!" He relaxes his position a little but still doesn't look at you. 'What an odd man' you think.

"I'm sure you will make them both feel welcome! Now let the feast begin!" Dumbledore finishes and the house elf magic fills the room, the tables piled with food and drink.

You glance at professor Snape, he has taken a small piece of chicken, a scoop of peas, and a slice of buttered bread. You notice there isn't any pitcher's to get a drink for himself so you pass the water jug and the decanter of wine. He didn't turn his head but a shaky hand reached for the wine and poured himself a good size glass. You held out your hand for it once he was done and he passed it to you.

"Thank you, again" you said sweetly and smiled at him.

He nodded once but still wouldn't look at you. He took a few bites of his food, chugged his wine, muttered "excuse me", and then clumsily grabbed his book and a bag from under the table and ran to the door behind the teachers table.

You had barley raised your first fork full to your mouth by the time the door clicked shut.

Professor McGonagall leaned closer to you and whispered. "Don't mind Severus, my dear. He had a rough time during his school years making friends. I do think, though, like any wounded bird, it's best to approach them slowly." She gave you a wink and then turned back to her plate.

You nodded, "Thank you professor."

*A week of classes, getting used to things, setting up your office and creating lesson plans on the fly left you exhausted. You sat next to Snape at every meal he also attended and smiled and said hello to him in the halls and by Friday you were getting a nod back afterwards! Now Saturday morning you were sitting at breakfast enjoying your tea. You had to classes and nothing to do today. Most professors grabbed food to go and went about their day but you decided to sit in the dinning hall*

"Hello."

You turn to see Snape standing there awkwardly. A book tucked under his arm and his bag hanging loose on his shoulder.

"Hello professor! " you scoot your plate over and move the book you had open on the table. "Please," you gesture to his usual chair and see a small smile in the corner of his lips.

You remember McGonagall's advice and wait quietly as he settles in and starts eating. You figured if he doesn't say anything before he finishes eating then you will ask him how his first week went. You pretend to be engrossed in your book, taking bites or sips every other page.

Snapes eyes keep darting from you, to his plate, to the book left unopened beside him. His once steady hand shaking enough that his eggs plop back onto the plate. He sets his fork down with a little too much force causing you to jump.

"Everything alright?" You ask trying to catch his eye.

He nods and looks away from you, towards the door near the table. 'Hes going to bolt' you think 'it's now or never'. You open your mouth to speak but before you do he turns back to you suddenly and says a little louder than necessary, "howhasyourweekbeen?"

"I'm sorry? What did you..." he cut you off

"No, um how, ha..oow" his voice is quivering. You notice how young he truly is. Like you, probably only 20, 21 years old. How had he gotten mixed up with death eaters enough that they trusted him AND Dumbledore was using him to spy? He was so young, he deserved to live a life free of this war. And that's what you would keep telling yourself if this worked. People like him, all the children in this castle right now, and countless others will be saved if you can take down he who must not be named.

"How was your first week" he sputtered out. His neck was bright red and the red was quickly creeping up to his cheeks. He was sitting on his hands and having a hard time meeting your eyes for too long.

You smiled softly to him, "it was good. My students were very understanding with my last minute lesson plans." You closed the book you were reading and turned a little to face him

"Why were your lesson plans last minute?" He wrinkled his nose a bit, seemingly disgusted by your lack of planning.

"Oh, ermm, well Dumbledore called upon me last minute to work here. Before I was traveling and doing research and such. I guess they had an opening they hadn't filled yet, and well here I am" you finished with a shrug.

Snape gave you a quizzical look but then made his face blank again.

"So, how was your first week?"

He turned back to his breakfast but paused to mumble, "fine".

"That's good! I love potions they are a little hobby of mine. If I hadnt gone into Herbology I would have mastered potions" he seemed to brighten up at this and turn back to you.

"Really?"

"Well yea! I feel like we will probably be working together a lot given I grow a lot of the ingredients you need and you make the repellents. So I'm told."

"True, is that... is that why you're being so nice to me?" This was the first time he made direct eye contact with you and held your gaze. You smiled, "well kinda. But also because I figured we are both new professors and it might help if we stuck together. My parents moved around a lot when I was young so I changed schools a lot... I never really felt like I had any real friends"

A look came over his face that you couldn't quite read but it made you feel like you should hold him. Maybe one day. But for now you just held his gaze .

"You ever feel like that?"

He dropped his fork on the ground and in the attempt to retrieve it he knocked over his cup of juice onto his book and your lap. A slew of curses flew out of his mouth as he tried to right everything. Grabbing napkins and dropping back down to the ground. You grabbed your wand and tapped the cup 3 times before whispering the enchantment to make every drop of liquid return to the cup. You got up and moved the chair out of the way and held both your hands out to help him up. He looked close to tears but grabbed both your hands and stood. He glared at the floor and started grabbing his stuff growling "stupid, stupid, stupid" as he stormed out of the great hall.

You pushed in both your chairs and noticed a few eyes still staring your way. You gave a sarcastic wave and suddenly those eye were VERY interested in the plates on the table.

You grabbed your things and followed after Snape. Using a more complex spell you followed his foot prints calmly and quietly. They led to his office and then down to the further corridors that led outside. Soon you found yourself along the edge of the black lake and Snape was up ahead. He sat under the shade of a large oak tree, just barely visible by his hair blowing in the wind. You heard a small sniffle and soft crying. You put your wand away and came up along the shore line trying not to startle him.

"Pro.. professor Snape?" You called out. The sobbing stopped and you watched him jump to his feet and go further behind the tree.

"Go Away!" He hissed

"Severus? Severus, please. I promise you I just wanted to make sure you're alright."

"I said go away! Or are deaf and stupid!" He snapped.

You gritted your teeth. Biting back SEVERAL things you would like to say to him and taking in a breath.

"Look," you circled around the tree trying to look at him but he mirrored your steps so he was always hidden. "I don't know what your life has been like but you can trust me"

You heard him scoff, "you! Trust you? I don't even know you! For all I know your just some silly little girl sent by someone to make a fool out of me!"

Your breath hitched because he wasn't far off.

"I don't want to make a fool out of you! And I'm hear because I care Severus. Please come out. I promise nothing bad or mean will happen to you. Please just let me apologize to your face. I didn't mean to spill that," he stepped out from behind the tree.

"Apologize? Apologize for what!?" He snarled. His eyes were puffy and red and his nose was leaking a bit. You held out your handkerchief. He snatched it away from you and turned to wipe his eyes and blow his nose.

"For spilling that juice and for scaring you away"

"But you didn't do that," he whispered. "I did, I'm a blithering idiot who just wanted to talk to you and and then then I and I" he started hiccupping and crying again. You reached forward and touched his shoulder only for him to jerk away.

"Severus..." you start but he whips around and screams, "I said go away! You stupid little girl!" he is inches from your face. You don't back down even though your body flinches away. You stand on your tiptoes to look him in the face.

"FINE!" You growl back. You step closer to him and he takes a half step backwards. "You know I thought you would be different! But you're just like everyone else. A bully!" You spin on your heel and stomp away.

Behind you Snape'a face falls and his shoulders slump. "I'm sorry" he says under his breath to himself. He knows you can't here he from this distance. The tears fall freely now and he clutches your handkerchief to his chest, slumped against the tree, he melts down to the ground and lays there in the shade of the tree.

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[seleneprince]

If Severus had been a girl, her story would have been mostly the same as canon, except that the Marauders maybe wouldn't have been so harsh with their bullying because "she wasn't a threat to James' crush on Lily" and "she's just a girl, girls are fragile". However, she would have still been in love with her and James knew that, so he still despised her, thinking she was holding Lily back from him.

Now unto my personal headcanons (because they fit and they make me happy):

- Fem! Severus wouldn't have shared a room with Mulciber and Avery, so she would have befriended her female roommates instead. I believe the fanaticism for the Death Eaters cult was more prominent in boys than girls, because society expected them to stay at home and raise more purebloods than participate in battles. However, she would've still hung out with them because they shared the same interest for Dark Arts.

-Her roommates would be Dorcas Meadow, Pandora Rosier (Evan Rosier's cousin) and Theresa Flint (the last one is an oc of mine)

- She would be a tomboy for the first few years, having her hair cut short and wear the male uniform instead of the female one. Partly because she's used to wearing boy clothes and partly to avoid embarrassing pranks from the Marauders. Due to this, she's often mistaken for a boy and fits in better with her male classmates.

- She knows wizards are more respected that witches, so she strives to imitate a masculine appearance to earn that (at first). It's not a case of "I'm not like other girls". She wants to survive.

- She's been infatuated with Lily since they met, but this crush wears off as Snape sees Lily's selfishness and hypocrisy. By the time their friendship is over, Snape is already disillusioned with her but still tries to hold into their old bond out of emotional attachment rather than love.

- She faced her own prejudice and hardships in Slytherin for being a poor half-blood, with a disgraced pureblood mother. She only earned her place when she showed off her talent and bested a few of her housemates. Basically, she had to win fights, physical and magical, against her own housemates until they deemed she deserved to be in Slytherin.

-In canon, Lucius took Snape under his wing and treated him like a brother in Hogwarts. In this, it's Narcissa who sees the potential in Snape and practically adopts her, and Lucius follows her example. Thanks to the older girl, Snape experiences nice clothes and good school tools for the first time. Narcissa is quite her sugar mommyl, but Snape is also her pet project.

- She's a bit of "one of the boys", although they're not really friends until fourth year. The boys were Mulciber, Avery, Wilkes and Rosier. They accepted her because they didn't really consider her a girl and they begrudgingly respected her skills. It was a mutual understanding that they used each other for their own benefits, Snape helping them with her intellect and spells while they helped her into getting assimilated with the other Slytherins. As they grew and got to know Snape beyond her blood status, they became protective of her and started to cherish her truly as a friend (althought Rosier took it to another level)

-Which brings us to my next headcanon. In my au, Rosier and Snape had a nice connection on first year when they sat together during History of Magic. He's one of the few that was welcoming of Snape since the start and always treated her like an equal. She's very fond of him because of it, and they grow to be very close friends.

-Regulus still looked up to her when they were students. He didn't trust her at first, because of her blood status and all, but seeing she had Narcissa's favour, he decided to look past it. And after witnessing her talent, he decided he wanted to learn more about her, so he began to follow her around to know her better. Snape was annoyed initially, but she eventually appreciated his company.

-She showed some genuine kindness to Barty Crouch Jr on his first year at Hogwarts, and the boy latched unto her like an eager puppy since then. That's how he befriended Regulus, with both of them following her around so often.

-They were both her little brothers, her precious babies, who couldn't do nothing wrong even if they tried. She was patient and permissive with them in a way she definitely wasn't with her other friends.

-She's the brain of the group, so she's usually saving their asses from the consequences of their actions (Mulciber, Avery and Wilkers) and helping them with their schemes (Dorcas, Rosier and Narcissa).

-In her desire to remain in Lily's life and have the girl's love, Snape repressed herself and kept her Slytherin friends at arms' length, which caused many arguments. When she and Lily had that fallout, Snape fully embraced her identity and, in return, her housemates embraced her too, as if they had been waiting for her.

-She was a natural Occlumens, unconsciously developing her ability while she learnt to mask her feelings and thoughts, product of the abuse and harassment she went throught.

-Her boggart used to be her father, Tobias Snape, but after "the prank", it became a werewolf instead.

-After what happened in the Shrieking Sack, she inmersed herself in researchs about lycanthropy and possible cures in order to forget her fear.

-When she experimented with potions, she tried them first on small animals, mostly rats and birds. Then bigger animals, like owls and cats. And lately, in the final phase of testing, she tried them on herself. Only her friends knew about this practise, since Snape made them promise to not tell a soul, since she didn't trust the Hogwarts staff to be understanding about it.

-When something goes wrong on the final test, she heals in the privacy of her bed while her friends take care of her, lying to the teachers that she's sick. They dread this practise of hers, since they can't stand seeing her in pain, but also had mad respect for her because of it.

-She was a control freak, obsessively cleaning and arranging her stuff with systems only she understands. She always knew when someone touched her things, just by seeing them moved the slighest bit to the different position she left them. Her housemates knew better than disrupt her order.

-Her talent with potions surpassed even Slughorn himself, but he preferred to praise Lily because her looks and attitude fit more in his club. He came to regret that decision years later, but Snape knows how to keep grudges.

-She considered Mulciber, Avery, Dorcas, Pandora, Rosier, Regulus and Barty her closest friends within Slytherin. The rest were just acquaintances. She was also close to Aurora Sinistra, from Ravenclaw, and Charity Burbage, from Hufflepuff.

-She and Charity danced around the lines separating friendship from romance for a while, but Snape wasn't ready for that step and Charity moved on. They remained good friends.

-She was a raging bisexual, because obviously.

-She didn't support the Death Eaters' beliefs, but she really looked up to the figure of Lord Voldemort. A poor half-blood like her, who paved his way to the top of the hierarchy with his charms, wit and power, making all the pureblood families submit to him. He was everything she aspired to be, everything she wanted to have. However, she soon realized her vision didn't exactly match reality...

And that's all. I have more but I wrote too much already. I'm on a hyperfixation, so I'll definitely write more about her in the future.

Feel free to tell me your own ideas or headcanons. I'll love to discuss them.

Tagging @love-the-purple-cat because she's also a fem! Snape stan. She has an amazing au, so go and check her!

[hazedwords]

Quick Severus Snape Headcannon:

Despite what others believe, Severus Snape and Lily Evans passed notes to eachother in class (if they were done with their classwork) and sometimes in the library when they studied.

Severus kept all of the folded notes in a little wooden box and re-read them later on.

After a long, tiring day of teaching dunderhead students, Professor Snape goes into his office and opens up the locked desk drawer with the little wooden box in it. Once in a blue moon, the shadow of a smile crosses the grumpy professors face while he looks at the contents of the box.

(Check out my other posts if you like this Severus headcannon, I plan to add more headcannons)

[sn4pe]

“Snape is greasy cause of the potions fumes” SHUT UP!!! He is greasy because his parents never taught him hygiene and he never learned how to take care of himself!!! He is oily, smells like B.O and has acne all over his chest, back, sides of his face and butt!! And I love him!!!!

[soliloqueeer]

13 Questions Every Harry Potter Fan Should Be Able To Answer

Question 1: Which house do you belong to?

Ravenclaw. I'm curious, creative and introverted. But I would also be happy in Hufflepuff since I am, at the end of the day, baby.

Question 2: Which Deathly Hallow would you choose?

If I'm being honest with myself probably the stone, to have one final conversation with my mother who recently, and very suddenly, passed away.

If that hadn't happened then I would've chosen the invisibility cloak because I love the idea of not being perceived.

Question 3: Which Character do you have a (not so) secret crush on?

Interesting question. I had to pick someone compliant with their characterization in the books then I'd probably say I'm most attracted to Tonks or Sirius, or the Weasley twins. But if you saw my AO3 history you'd think Tom Riddle.

Question 4: What are your Indepth and controversial thoughts on Severus Snape?

I think that Severus is a very tragic character. He came from poverty, was abused and neglected by his parents. The only person to ever show him kindness was Lily. He was canonically ugly, weird, and had bad hygiene. He was bullied by two classist Gryffindors and craved power and vengence which led him down a dark path. He died a hero who was courageous and self-sacrificing but I don't think she-who-shall-not-be-named wrote a convincing enough redemption story, especially not one in which the hero would give one of his son's Severus's name. He was still a wholly miserable person who was stuck in the past and verbally abused the child of his former nemesis for six years.

My controversial thoughts surrounding Snape was that he was first and foremost a genius - a potions prodigy who literally crafted his own spells as a teenager.

There was an unequal power dynamic between Severus and the Marauders. He was a dirt poor half-blood and they were rich purebloods. There was never any equal footing between them and as much as he participated in the feud, it was always in retaliation to their cruelty. (I can say this without bashing Sirius and James as all people contain multitudes).

I also don't believe Severus was a bigot. I think there's a good chance he hated muggles, as a result of the abuse from his father, but I he was too smart to buy into the idea of blood supremacy when he, a half-blood, was smarter than most of his pureblood peers. And when Lily, a muggleborn, was at the top of their class.

One of the more controversial headcanons I have is that Severus was recruited into becoming a Deatheater, not because he believed in their agenda but because he was allured by the promise of power, influence and vengeance. I believe he probably moved up high in the ranks after graduating Hogwarts because he was cunning, ambitious, and committed to proving himself and gaining Voldemort's respect. I also believe during his time as a Deatheater he most likely had to commit horrible acts of violence and cruelty, and that while Severus does have a sadistic streak (one that gives him the allusion of power), he does not wish suffering upon innocent people. He probably dealt with these peforming these acts by compartmentalizing his responsibiltiies as a Deatheater and using occlumancy.

One final thing I want to add is that I don't think Severus was obsessed with Lily in a 4Chan, incel sort of way (in fact, he kind of gives off ace vibes). In my opinion, Lily was the only person to ever give him love, kindness and compassion, and while he was in love with her, he was above all else, completely wracked with guilt over being responsible for telling Voldemort about the prophecy. He agrees to protect Harry because he feels indebted to her until the day he dies.

Question 5: Who, In your Opinion, Is more evil: Voldemort or Dolores Umbridge.

What a funny question. The first thing that comes to mind for me is Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump and the discourse in 2015-17 about which politician was worse. Voldemort (like Trump) is honest about who is is and what he stands for (self-interest and accumulating power). Alternatively Umbridge (like Clinton) tries to create the perception that she is good and righteous.

Umbridge represents the banaltiy of evil. She's sadistic and abusive, even towards children -all while wearing a polite smile on her face. She has the same vibe as a Catholic nun who abuses people in the name of god, and for Umbridge it was about the rule of law.

However, Voldemort's evil can't even be measured on the same scale. He's a meglomaniac eugenicst willing to purge the world of things he deems inferior to him. He was inspired by dictators like Hitler and Stalin.

It's far easier to hate Umbridge because she's not honest about who she is, and we've met a figure of authority who's exactly like her. Voldemort by all accounts and purposes, was far more powerful, influential and destructive, but too grandiose to relate to.

Question 6: Which death in the series is the most heartbreaking?

Sirius, Fred, Remus, but especially Fred. It was cruel to take him away from George. I think it would've been more satisfying if Percy, as a way to redeem himself to his family, sacrificed himself to save his brother during the Battle of Hogwarts.

Question 7: What Quidditch position would you play?

I wouldn't. I'd probably be in the stands or take advantage of the school being empty and fuck around in the empty castle all day.

Question 8: What Wizarding Career would you pursue?

Probably a teacher or academic/Unspeakable as I love research. That or someone who paints the magical portraits.

Question 9: Which book in the series is you favourite?

PoA was always my favourite as a kid because I really loved Lupin's character, and hearing about the Marauders. The time-turner plot gives me an eyeroll now but the climax is still one of the most thrilling to me. We also got a taste of Powerful Harry, which actually never came to fruition, but I really loved the idea that Harry was a very exceptional wizard who was coming into his powers and not just an every-man character.

Question 10: Who should have ended up together? Hermione/Ron or Hermione/Harry?

Hermione/Harry if it was developed earlier on. The author explained that Ron/Hermione was something she pigeonholed herself into in the first two books but later regretted it. I think canonically, Harry and Hermione are like siblings, but if their relationship was developed after PoA then it would've been really satisfying to see.

Question 11: Have you read Harry Potter and the Cursed Child?

No. Never will.

Question 12: Was Dumbledore a Hero or a Villain?

A hero. His plan worked in the end, as convoluted it may have been. I don't see Dumbledore as an all-good Santa-Claus-Grandpa character like his die-hard fans do, but I also don't see him as a chess-player villian twirling his moustache from the shadows.

I used to really hate Dumbledore because of how secretive he was. It was absolutely insane for him to have put Harry on that wild goose chase with such little information and it was a miracle they won the war at all.

At the end of the day, I think he was a man that feared having too much power due to the mistakes he made in his youth when he was hungry for it. He influenced things from the sidelines because he knew he was imperfect. He made mistakes all the time, and owned up to them, and if he was all-powerful those mistakes would have much graver consequences.

He loved Harry, in the end, and did not want to see him in that mess, but had the pressure of saving the world on his shoulders.

Question 13: Who is the real Hero of the Story? Harry Potter or Neville Longbottom?

Seems like a redundant question to me, but perhaps there's discourse around it I'm not aware of.

Harry is. But he doesn't carry that tile alone.

[moonlightdancer26]

I found out a while ago that Alan Rickman had headphones with his like iPad you know those small for music only ones under snape’s wig and I thought to myself hmmm, snape would actually do something like this to block out people 💀

this is canon wdym?? He always wears headphones/earplugs to block out people’s voices, the reason he styles his hair so it can fall like curtains is to hide them.

[lilbeanz]

Lately I've been pondering alot on footwear in the wizarding/wixen world...

There's so much to tap into fashion wise...like what the hell does just "robes" even mean Terf-face McRowling????

And I feel like the fan base has done such a wonderful job to portray their own beautiful and unique designs and descriptions... but not so much on shoes 🤔

Like the most generic thing is for them to be walking around in muggle shoes or "loafers" or "dragonhide boots"....

Hell no. These mfs are walking around rocking THESE bad bois!!!

✨️S L I P P E R S✨️

At least for dress robes, formal wear, and those who are fun, fancy biatches on the daily......

[isabel-lillah]

10 things only James Potter knew about Regulus Black

1) In July 1976, he came to the Potters through their floo together with unconscious Sirius. He left again before Effie and Monty came.

2) After his brother got away from home, he continued to secretly check on him.

3) He threatened Snape into not spreading the information about Remus being a werewolf.

4) He hexed another Slytherin for insulting Pandora.

5) He got punished for it by his mother. That was the second time he came through the Potters's floo.

6) He spent most of his nights at Hogwarts in the astronomy tower.

7) Regulus had violent nightmares that left him shaking. Sometimes, the shakes didn't stop for hours.

8) His touch was like the ocean - engulfing, gentle, but also powerful.

9) Before he left for the cave, he obliviated James in his sleep.

10) The obliviate didn't work.

[souryam]

sad hc of the night: when severus was around 5 or 6, tobias broke eileen's wand and she never got the chance to buy another for herself.

[sneepseverus]

If Snape started to like you (romantically or platonically), he would never just go up and talk to you because he hates small talk and would be convinced he’d be wasting your time. So instead, he’d come up with excuses to talk to you one-on-one, like,

“I need help with this task” (he’s perfectly capable of doing it on his own.)

“If you insist you need someone to come with you/help you, fine, I’ll do it!” (you never asked.)

“You’re showing symptoms of some sickness, so here’s a potion I had sitting in my potions storeroom” (the “symptom” in question was a sneeze, but he went out of his way to make it just for you in case you do get sick.)

“I heard it’s your birthday, so here’s a small gift that I saw while running errands” (he knows exactly what you like and went to the shops in his free time to pick out the perfect gift.)

If you were also a professor, he’d sit next to you during meals, conveniently show up in the same hallway as you while pretending to watch over the students, and gossip about annoying students with you.

Eventually, though, he’d get tired to playing these games and acting childish, so he’d muster up the courage to ask you to spend time and talk about your interests. If you’re smart enough, of course you’d say yes ☺️

[fantisyoflove]

Snape's First Year Teaching {Part 3}

⚠️ mentions of death ⚠️

Chapter word count: 7446

Total work word count: 24,244

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Things seemed to turn in your favor as Severus was actually being... nice! He said 'hello' to you in the halls, he waved you over to him during meals, he asked about your day. You felt like a complete 180 had happened over night.

Unknown to you it basically had. During his meeting with Dumbledore he was given the task of getting close to you. Dumbledore had said you were close with several death eaters and this was the 'in' he has been looking for and if Snape got close to you then you would bring him into your world and he could get closer to Voldemort. This was Dumbledore's plan all along, getting Snape in. All he had to do was attach himself to you and rise up in the ranks with the death eaters.

*that night*

"The Burke girl seems quite taken with you." Dumbledore said fondly.

Snape raised an eyebrow, hands behind his back, he fidgeted with his fingers, "I haven't noticed." He said blankly.

Dumbledore nodded and sipped his brandy, "She is pure blood."

"Oh?"

"There is a gathering in a few months... it would benefit us if someone was there to listen in." He said waving his hand dismissively.

Snape nodded, " You want me to become friends with her and gain access..."

"Actually Snape, I was hope you could get closer to her than that." Snape was taken aback. Truly started he didn't know how to respond.

"Sir?"

"Snape, this is a delicate time. She will not involve you in important meetings if you are merely a 'friend'...." Dumbledore leaves the tension in the air.

.

.

.

He sips his brandy.

"I can't" Snape says flatly.

"But of course you can! It doesn't mean anything and she won't know until everything has worked in our favor... hopefully. You said, Snape, that you would do anything to protect her?" Dumbledore was looking right at Snape.

Snape felt like Dumbledore was hiding something but he couldn't be for certain. He remembered what Melyra had said about his palms, he leaned into the feeling. Suddenly he felt himself overwhelmed with feelings that he knew weren't his own. He pulled back again, Dumbledore didn't seem phased at all. He plunged back into the feelings and the overwhelming feeling of betrayal, contempt, and secret fell over him. He pulled back again and nodded to Dumbledore.

"I will see what I can do."

"I'm counting on you Snape. You are my only hope."

Snap felt sick but he nodded again. He couldn't disappoint Dumbledore.

***

You leaned into the attention if it meant completing your mission for Dumbledore. You had to find out if Snape had an in with the Death Eaters meeting next month at the Malfoy Manor.

One night you asked Snape if he wanted to come to your place and grade papers together. He accepted a little too quickly for his normal hesitant self but you took it as your attempts to draw him into a more physical relationship actually working. You started wearing perfume that you knew would draw him in.

He had a very distinct smell of parchment, herbs, and pepper specifically. You actually really liked his smell, it reminded you of your greenhouse and of a library at the same time.

Together you sat in your flat, Snap at the table and you laying on the floor. The silence wasn't too still as the scape of your quills continuously writing kept a steady sound around you both. You listened to Snape's subtle breaths and suddenly noticed his breathing changed and you cast your eyes on him without moving your head. He was looking in your direction, then he ducked his head suddenly, only to look right back at you. You held yourself still, faking the controlled concentration you were trying to emulate.

"You close to done?" He asked

You pretended to try and find a good spot to stop in your grading to them acknowledge him. "Hmm?" you hummed in response. He signed in exasperation.

"Are you done yet?" he said exhausted.

"Mmhm, I think so for the night at least. " You grinned at him.

"Well then I guess I should get going..." He started packing up his supplies.

You snorted, "Please Snape, Let me make you a cup of tea and we can sit for awhile, maybe talk .."

He gave you a perplexed look but nodded. He finished pack up his things and you watched his every move.

The way his thick solid hands grabbed onto his ink well and quill with such a delicate touch. His fingers just dusting over each item before putting it away with such elegant flourishes.

Snape felt your gaze and was very confused how you would be making tea just by staring at him.

He raised an eyebrow at you and stared straight at you point blank.

"Well...?"

"Oh right," you giggled. "sorry."

You brushed against his arm as you entered the kitchen and started the kettle. He thought it was weird how little you used magic and thought it odd given what Dumbledore had said about you.

You settled a scoop of tea leaves each into two mugs. Once the kettle was whistling you poured the water into each mug.

"Milk? Sugar?"

"A splash and two teaspoons"

You raised an eyebrow, "... Please" he finished unsure your intentions.

You smiled and complied, "You like your tea sweet?"

"Yes." he said defensively as he took his cup and saucer.

You smiled and hummed to yourself as you added a splash of milk into your mug and two teaspoons. You stirred it together and took a tentative sip.

Snape's watched you closely.

"Hmm" you hummed, " I like it! You have good taste." You moved to the couch and Snape followed a little perplexed.

"How do you usually take your tea?" He inquired

"Oh well I don't know, I don't really drink tea often.." You trailed off taking a sip of your tea and looking around the room absentmindedly.

"Hmph" He scoffed and gulped at his tea. It was the perfect temperature and had a hint of lavender to it.

The way you lounged on the couch, completely at home and comfortable in your space, was the perfect opposite to Snape. Sitting up straight, back against the back of the couch, both feel on the floor. The picture of perfect posture.

"So," he took another sip. "Is this 'hanging out'?" he rested the mug on his knee holding it with both hands.

"Well yea Severus, I mean we could talk. You could tell me a story. Or we could just enjoy the silence."

"I would like the silence." he said flatly. You suppressed a bemused smile and nodded. With you back against the armrest, legs tucked under you, you set your tea down on the side table and leaned your head back with your eyes closed.

Severus was staring at his cup of tea but felt his eyes drifting to you. He watched you, the way your chest rose and fell, how your fingers fidgeted; your pointer finger tracing along your thumb over and over. The way your eyelashes fluttered every so often. Suddenly he got a thought and focused himself, slowly allowing his mind to meet yours. A rush of pure calm came over him, how could you be so calm and relaxed?!

He pushed a little more and saw himself, during breakfast, reading and sipping a glass of pumpkin juice. The feeling of content and warmth that surrounded this memory was overwhelming for him. He pulled back out and was glad to see you still in the same position, eyes closed, because he had to bring his hand up to wipe a few tears that had trickled down his face. He turned away from you and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and pointer finger. Then he took several large sips of his tea. Clearing his throat he got up and went to the kitchen to pour some more water into his mug.

You opened your eyes, your head tilting to the side. You felt a soft smile on your lips and watched him move about the kitchen. He seemed to be getting more comfortable in your home. Which was a good sign. You felt like he was actually starting to open up to the idea that you both were getting close to one another. You tried not to have real feelings for him but the more time you spent with him the more you felt for him.

If Dumbledore was right then Snape was on your side in this war which means .. potentially.. maybe... you both could continue this afterwards too. It was a dumb thought, you had made an unbreakable vow to never disclose the truth to Severus and you knew he wouldn't be pleased once he finds out this whole thing started out with lies and deceit.

"Severus ..." you begin.

"Hmm?" He hums while stirring his tea.

"You know the Malfoy family?"

"Of course, why?" He pauses in his stirring and taps his spoon on the edge of the cup before putting it back on the counter. He was trying to be nonchalant but inside his mind was running a million miles a minute.

"Well I was wondering if they had invited you to the... to a small dinner they are having with some particular friends?" You held his gaze. You were meant to get him in, you had the means, and see what they knew and what he would do with the information. Severus rose one eyebrow and took a small sip of his tea. He moved back to the couch and sat down.

"I haven't had the pleasure, no." He said flatly.

You sat up, crossing your legs, "well I barely know anyone at these things... maybe you would like to come with me." You squeezed you fingers tight in your lap and kept your face neutral. This would be the turning point, this would tell you weather Dumbledore was right or not. You were so nervous, what if he declined.

"Well," he said after a beat. "I'm not much one for dinner parties but if you'll be there too...." He trailed off as he set his tea down on the end table beside him. You leaped at him wrapping him in a hug, "oh thank you, Severus! Thank you thank you" you squeezed him one more time and then jumped up off the couch.

Severus was frozen. Why had you hugged him? What did that mean? Was this how friends acted or was he better at this "more than friends" thing Dumbledore hinted at. 'I am going to break her heart' he thought bitterly and suddenly his mood was very gloomy.

You ran to your table and scribbled a note onto a scrap of parchment then whistled out the open window. Your owl flew in, fluffed their feathers, and clicked their beak affectionately. You tied the paper to their leg and with a stroke to their head told them to bring it to your father. A small who and they were off.

"What's that for?" Severus asked hesitantly.

"Oh just to tell my father I will be bringing a plus one to dinner. It would be terrible to show up without first informing our hosts."

.......

The days leading up to the dinner Severus was very nervous. About being your date or about finally having an in with the death eaters and the possibility of getting closer to Voldemort he wasn't too sure. He tried to be as subtle as possible but unfortunately he hadn't mastered the art of subtilty.

He handed, more like shoved into your hand, a flower he had picked then quickly left with his head down. You couldn't help but smile and shake your head and then shoo the students that had stopped to gawk.

Then he came to get some herbs from your greenhouse and while you were reaching up for the jar he blurted out, "You look nice today!" You turned back to him with a smile. "Oh? Well thank you." You were covered in dirt and your hair was slowly slipping out of the bun you had pinned to the top of your head. You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, because of course you were also sweating profusely in the hot greenhouse, and managed to smear a nice line of dirt across your forehead as well. Snape flushed pink and then excused himself.

During dinner one night you rested your hand on his forearm. He was filled with anxious thoughts of you finding out about him, about seeing him for how he actually is, of finally breaking whatever curse you were under that made you want to be around him. He had convinced himself you didn't actually like him, because who could like someone like him, but you were just falling for this fake persona he was putting on to make you want to be with him. But then your hand rested on his arm and all those thoughts left his mind at once. He felt the pull to your mind and soaked in the warm feeling that was you.

'I can't do this' he thought bitterly.

.......

The day before you and Severus were set to leave for the dinner at Malfoy Manor, Severus paid Dumbledore a visit.

"Headmaster, I am not sure it is wise to use the Burke girl like this"

Dumbledore had his back to him and was looking out the window.

"Oh, Severus," He sighed. "Lily Potter is pregnant. Due at the end of July..." He trailed off as he turned to face Snape.

Space grabbed onto the headmasters desk to steady himself, "...no" he breathed.

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded sullenly. "You know the prophecy as well as I." The realization dawned on him.

"You must protect her!"

“You disgust me,” said Dumbledore, so much contempt in his voice. Snape seemed to shrink a little, “You do not care, then, about the deaths of her husband and child? They can die, as long as you have what you want?”

Snape said nothing, but merely looked up at Dumbledore.

“Hide them all, then,” he croaked. “Keep her — them — safe. Please.”

“And what will you give me in return, Severus?”

“In — in return?” Snape gaped at Dumbledore but after a long moment he said, “Anything.”

.....

Snape went with you to Malfoy Manor, you both entered through the rear door so you could change robes before anyone saw you.

Snape felt silly for not thinking of what he would wear to such an event. Then he felt utterly ashamed and embarrassed when you asked to pick something out of his closet and you couldn't find anything 'suitable'. You had just shrugged and said you would find him something perfect to wear.

You held his hand as you dragged him up the stairs and then gave him a small push into a room and shutting the door before anyone could see you.

You two had spent a lot of time alone but suddenly it felt different this time to Severus. Alone with you in a room that only had a bed in it. He wondered if you were thinking the same thing as you started digging in a closet and pulling out dressing bags.

"I had my house elf put these in here for us. Let's change and get down stairs before more people arrive." You set the bags on the bed and open the zippers. "this one is for you." You say patting the dark almost black green robes in front of him.

Snape feels the material between his fingers, something very expensive. "You didn't have to do this." He says softly, head downcast.

"What? Severus I wanted to do this for you." You said touching his shoulder. He turned to face you and you pulled him into a hug, your arms wrapped around his waist. Severus didn't know what to do at first but slowly he raised them and wrapped them around your shoulders.

"It's the least I can do for you choosing to come with me." You squeezed him tight once more and then turn around and start undressing.

Snape was frozen, you were taking your clothes off. You were taking your clothes off with him in the room. You were taking your clothes off with him in the room, a room that only had a bed in it. He took in a sharp breath.

You turned around quickly, worried something was wrong, your shirt completely undone. Snape's jaw dropped and he quickly threw his hands up over his eyes and spun around.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't see anything! I swear!"

You giggled, "Oh Severus," you push his shoulder playfully and turn back around to keep changing. "You act like you've never seen a woman change clothes before! We are both adults, right?" you tease.

Severus uncovers his eyes and peaks over his shoulder, "Well yes we are both adults, but umm no"

"No?" you question not turning around as you let your skirts fall to the ground.

"my" Severus says in such a small voice you almost aren't sure if you actually heard him. He cleared his throat, "umm no, never."

You turn around now, just in your bra and panties. They are a lacey black set, he is almost sure its the same ones he saw on your bed the first time he was in your flat.

"Well, now you have." you say simply with a shrug and pull on your blouse and start buttoning it.

Severus's eyes were wide and he wasn't sure to do now. The pit of his stomach was hot and heavy and he was feeling a lot of pressure in his trousers. He was very grateful his cloak was still around his shoulders because it covered him perfectly.

You stepped into your skirts and turn around, "Can you tie this for me, Severus?" You asked. Severus was frozen in place, ' this isn't real' he thought.

"Severus?"

"Oh um yes, sorry, what do I do?" He stepped forward and took the laces in his hands. You felt him shaking.

"Pull them tight like a tennis shoe and then tie them together at the top." You sucked in your stomach and held the front of the shirt where you wanted it.

It took Severus a few tries to get it tied right, he hands were shaking so bad.

"Are you going to change?" You asked as you untied the ribbons from your hair and shook it out.

"I am.. I was jjus.. Maybe could you. Can you promise not to look?" he stuttered out.

You gave him a soft smile and touched his cheek, "I promise I won't look." You whispered and turned to the door, hands held over your eyes.

Severus waited a moment and then slowly started taking off his cloak. He kept his eyes on you as he pulled off his shoes and then pulled his tucked in shirt out of his pants.

You heard his belt clink and then the leather slapped against itself as he pulled it free from his pants. The sound created a knot in your stomach. You knees squeezed together involuntarily and you were shocked how something so simple seemed to ... turn you on. You felt your breath catch as you heard his pants hit the floor. Not seeing what he was doing was also very thrilling and seemed to add to the growing arousal.

Severus was so worried you would see his almost naked body and be disgusted with him. He tried to tuck his erection into his waistband so it wasn't sticking straight out as he pulled on the dress robes. He thought maybe he could calm himself down by touching your mind again. You wouldn't be thinking like he was. As he did the buttons down his chest he felt for your thoughts. An overwhelming rush of arousal and pure lust washed over him. His knees felt weak and his hard cock started twitching, precum leaking out. He pulled away so fast and fell backward onto the floor coming back to himself fully.

"Severus! Are you okay? Can I look? What happened?" Pure concern poured from your mouth.

"Fine, fine, just slipped. Wait a minute longer." He said quickly. His skin felt hot and far too sensitive for the heavy fabric draped around him.

Finally he told you you could turn around. He looked absolutely handsome although a little sweaty. 'He must be nervous' you thought.

"Come on lets get down stairs." You said holding out your hand for him.

"Is there, umm like a bathroom? I could use? Could I just have a moment?"

"Oh yea, just through that door. I'll wait in the hall and make sure no one is coming, okay?"

Severus nodded, "yea perfect thank you." He waited until you left first and then went into the bathroom and cast a silencing charm and a stronger lock spell.

With a long deep sigh he undid his belt and the button on his trousers. He let them fall to the ground and then sent his boxers down with them. Taking his cock in his hand he whimpered at the touch.

He thought about how perfect your body looked in next to nothing. The soft curves around your hips and the fullness to your thighs. He thought about how soft your skin would feel under his fingers.

He recalled the deep arousal he felt from you, that couldn't have been because of him, no it was because of something else you were thinking about. His hand stroked along his length again and again. His breathing became shallow and he closed his eyes and let his head lean back against the door. He was so close. He needed to hurry up. He thought about you on the couch, watching your head hanging back as your chest rose and fell. He thought about you looking like that with him on top of you.

He jerked faster, letting his thumb brush the tip of his cock to bring the beads of precum down along his cock.

He thought about the sounds you would make if he got the chance to do everything he thought of to you. The sound of his name on your lips was the last thought he had before he came, his hips spasming into his hand. He groaned and pressed his head into the door.

Casting another spell to clean everything up he righted his clothes and set his face. One more deep breath and then he joined you out in the hall.

You lead him down the stairs and stopped at the last landing. You grab his hand and pull his arm into yours. He isn't shaking anymore but you feel a tremble in your hands. He covers your hand with his and gives you a small smile.

"Ready?" he ask

He nods. Together you descend the steps, Severus feels a strange energy come over you. From the corner of his eye he can see your face. It looks like stone from here. He caresses along your mind and instead of feeling the usual warm glow of your presence, he feels a dark and cold wall of steel. He can't push further into your mind he realizes, how you did this baffles him, he will have to remember to ask you to teach him this spell. He would right now but he didn't want you to know that he was spying into your mind.

The next few hours felt like a blur and a fever dream at the same time. Severus was introduced to several people all at once. He noticed the strange looks he got but those faces quickly turned away as your cold icy gaze landed on them.

"I thought you said this would be a 'small' dinner." He whispered harshly into your ear.

"It is.. for the Malfoys" you say coolly. You grab a flute of champagne and motion for Severus to do the same. You trace the rim of the glass with your pinky and then stick your finger in your mouth while casting your eyes around the room.

"Everything alright?" He whispers in your ear. You nod but then grab his hand suddenly and pull him a little fast into the next room, then down a hall, then into a closet before shutting you both in the dark.

Catching your breath you grab onto Severus's shoulders. I don't want to alarm you but I feel I should warn you. I thought that this was going to be a small gathering but more... influential members have come and Mr. Malfoy is serving very high end champagne. Which unfortunately means HE is coming." you hiss quickly to him.

"He? He who?"

"Voldemort" you let the name fall like air but it hits Severus like a boulder.

"Him! He is coming tonight?"

"Yes, I think so. Are you still okay staying here?"

Severus breaths in your scent, was this a test? Dumbledore would want you to stay... was she seeing if you would truly commit to being a death eater like her?

"Yes." He says firmly. You silently curse in your head. You wished he would have said no and you could get him back home safe in his own bed... away from all this mess. You force a cool smile and nod.

"Good, then lets go back." Before she could reach the door handle the whole thing flies open.

"If you are quite finished snogging your little boyfriend in the closet" A tall broad shouldered man said coldly. "Dinner is served."

Severus blushed and stared down at his shoes but you held your head high.

"Oh daddy, we just wanted some time to ourselves. You know how I don't like busy crowds."

The man pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Melyra can you please behave tonight. I want everything to go as planned."

"Of course father. It will all be... perfect." you quipped. Pushing past him you drag Severus along with you.

"Sorry, sir" he says as he passes.

"Don't apologies to him," you hiss. "He interrupted us!" you sneer.

Severus glances back at your father who just shakes his head and rolls his eyes. Severus wasn't too sure why you were acting so different but it must be a habit you uphold in certain company.

At the table he pulls out your chair for you and then sits to your left. You father unfortunately sits beside him and a woman who looks very similar to you sits on your right.

"Mother."

"Melyra"

You both sounds cold to one another but Severus saw how she squeezed your hand under the table and how you squeezed back.

You lean towards Severus your lips brushing his ear, "love is seen as weakness to those who can not feel it"

He furrows his brow at you and begins to ask what you mean when the clinking of a glass catches his attention.

The grand double doors at the end of the great dinning room glide open and several buff and mean looking wizards stomp through before parting to allow a single man. Tall, thin, and looking a pale grey with snake like eyes floated into the room. Everyone stood, he sat at the head of the table, everyone sat after him.

"Friends..." his voice was hollow and echoed in the otherwise silent room. "... let us eat." Lucius raised a hand and food appeared on the table top just like back at Hogwarts.

Much to Severus's disappointment nothing crucial was said during dinner but he had kept a mental tab on all the names he learned that night. That would be at least something to tell Dumbledore.

.......

The warm summery weather had gave way to the bitter cold fall and then the freezing winter. Snow fell freely along the Scottish hillsides. You loved the snow and curiously Severus did not.

You found him bundled up in his office a steaming cup of tea on his desk as he scribbled away over some parchment.

"Severus it's snowing! Let's go for a walk."

He closed his eyes in exasperation and then looked up at you, "we've been over this before, Lyra, I do not care for the outdoors and least of all the cold."

You sigh dramatically and flop down in the chair across from him. "Ssseeevvveeerrrruuuussss" you whined.

Severus had to push his lips together to stop from smiling. He loved the way you said his name, especially when you were trying to get your way. He also loved how you refused to sit anywhere "normally". You had one leg over the arm rest and your shoulders and head hanging off the other side in a dramatic faint. He promised Dumbledore he would get close to you and he was very grateful that it was so easy to like you. Leaning back in his chair he rested his elbows on the armrests and steepled his fingers.

"Miss Burke. Is this really how you will be conducting yourself?"

You peeked one eye open, "yes!" And closed it again.

Severus sighed, "let me get my coat."

"Yes!" You shouted jumping up and pumping both arms in the air.

Severus rolled his eyes but when he turned to go upstairs he couldn't help but smile to himself.

...

You walked next to Severus, snow flakes falling around you guys. He tucked his chin into his scarf and gave an exaggerated shiver.

"I don't know why you insist on walking outside. We can walk just as easily inside the halls... where it is warm!" he said pointedly.

You giggled, "Oh Severus, the outside air is good for you! And besides its not that cold out! AND look how pretty it is when it snows!" You held your arms out and did a twirl almost slipping on an icy patch. Severus gave you an unimpressed look.

"My point exactly, not only is it cold, you almost slipped! Who knows what would have happened." He started walking ahead of you. "Could have hit your silly little head on the ground and then what? You start having to teach muggles studies because you've lost so many brain cells."

You roll your eyes and tuck your hands into your pockets and speed walk to catch up to him, his long legs carrying him further faster than your shorter ones. You watch his soft curls bounce as he walks and get an idea. Running ahead you cut him off and stop in front of him making him stop too.

"Kiss me."

He startles and a soft choking sound, "www.hat?" he stuttered.

You took a bold step closer, "you heard me, kiss me" you stared straight into his eyes until he looked away.

"You don't wanna kiss me" he said bitterly his eyes cast down and to the side avoiding you all together. He tried to shoulder past you angerly his hands buried in his pockets.

You caught his cloak and pulled him closer to you, your foggy breath curling around him, you are a foot away from him one strong tug would pull him into your space.

Severus was breathing heavily, you didn't mean it, you were teasing him, trying to humiliate him. You didn't mean it, you were teasing. he repeated in his mind. He wouldn't look at you. You didn't mean it, you didn't mean it....

"Severus." Your tone pulled him out of his trance and he felt his body forced to look at you, but the look in your eyes made him turn away immediately.

"Sev, kiss me."

"First of all, don't call me that. Secondly, you don't want to kiss me" he said. He sounded like he was scolding one of his students.

"Do you not want to kiss me?" You said giving your best sorrowful voice.

"No!" he said in a panic. "no," he said softer. "you don't want to kiss me Lyra, just stop"

You pouted, "I understand, if you don't want to kiss me please just say so..."

"It's not that... persay.. Lyra please..." You closed the distance between you two. Sharing his air you fixed the collar of his cloak and his scarf, you felt his breath catch. "Lyra" his whispered in a heavy breath. "you don't..."

"I want you, Severus." you said firmly and giving his lapels a hard pull. You two were nose to nose now. You traced your nose along his jaw, your breath was hot and quick. "If you don't want to kiss me, tell me." you say into his ear. Your lips are ghosting against his cheek his breath is coming out fast now. You pull back to look into his eyes.

"I've never..." He starts

"Me either." you cut in, that surprised him. His eyebrows disappearing into his bangs.

"you don't want..."

"Don't tell me what I want Severus!" You say firmly. "Do.You.Want.To.Kiss.Me?" you enunciate every word.

Nodding his head he hisses so softly, "yes"

"Then kiss me" you say as you press your temple against his. His body responds and he leans into you. His hands are still balled into fists in his pockets. His breath is ragged and he presses his head into yours. "kiss me" you whisper again nuzzling against him. He nuzzles back, "I.." he chokes out but you are looking at him now. Your cheeks pink from the cold your eyes looking directly at him. He licks his lips, and then licks them again.

Then all at once he rushes forward, you are startled by the sudden movement, but then he stops right before his lips meet yours. Your hand cups his cheek, you forgot your gloves, you look one more time into his eyes and then close the breath of space between you two. Severus puckers his lips to kiss you and you move your hand along his cheek to the back of his head and put a little pressure there. You don't want to scare him away but you want him to know that you want this just as much, or even more, than he does.

You lick along his bottom lip, a small moan escapes the back of his throat and you use that to explore his mouth with your tongue. His tongue responds in kind. The kiss deepens. You gasp against his lips and then his along his cheek. He is gasping and trying to calm himself when you whisper in his ear,

"Do you want to touch me?"

He nods furiously, his hands coming out of his pockets finally and one cupping your chin the other diving into your hair. He steers your lips back to his and kisses you again and again. You are giggling now as he kisses all over your face. One final kiss on the tip of your nose and he finally pulls away. You see the fog of tears welling in his eyes.

"You are so beautiful." You say, Severus blushes .

"Stop. I am a pathetic mess." He pushes you away and shoves his hands back into his pockets.

You grab onto his cloak and pull him back to you, "don't you dare push me away. You always do this, Sev, as soon as I get closer you try and shove me out. I am not leaving just because everyone else has. Let me like you, let me kiss you, let me be with you! I think I've earned at least a little benefit of the doubt." You have a little bite to your tone.

Severus won't meet your eyes. You grab his chin and make him face you. His eyes are still down cast, you kiss him anyways. His body responds to you, leaning in kissing you back.

"You are so beautiful like this" you kiss him your tongue begging for entrance from his lower lip. He lets you in, "I like you like this."

He pulls away, "I'm weak" he snarls. You grab both sides of his collar and pull him in a little rougher than you originally intended. "You are NOT weak." You press your forehead into his.

"I like you like this because you are finally being yourself. I like Severus as his is. He doesn't need to hide or filter himself for me." You rub your cheek against his. He finally looks at you, tears still threatening to spill out of his eyes.

"Do you mean that?"

"Of course I do" You kiss him again. "You are so good" you kiss him more. You felt like you could kiss him forever. At first it was awkward and clumsy but now you both had found a rhythm. You moan against his lips, "You feel so good"

He sucks in a breath, his hands are back on you now. Gripping at your cloak and pulling you in.

"mmhmph," you grunt against his lips. He is holding you tight against him now and you feel something pressing against your thigh.

"Such a strong man" you huff in his ear, his hips jerk and he pulls away embarrassed. You didn't know he could get pinker!

You smile at him, "want to show me how much you like me?" you giggle. He gives a half smile and tries to turn away.

"Please don't," You say and pull him closer.

He shrugs you off, "No we better stop..."

"Why? Do you not like me?"

"NO!" He yells then corrects himself. "I'm sorry, I just.. I like.. like you .. a lot. I just don't want you to ... I don't want you to find out.... I don't want you to think..." He can't get a full sentence out. He feels like he is going to start crying again. You feel your eyes get misty too.

"Severus, I've never done anything like this before... with anyone." You say firmly and step into his space again, he doesn't pull away. "But this," you gesture to the both of you. "Feels right. I want you." He melts against you at those words. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in. He won't look at you again, "You don't mean that!" He hisses.

"Severus Snape, Stop pushing me away! I want you. All of you. I want to hold you, I want to kiss you, I want to fuc.." You cut off. His head snaps up and he locks eyes with you.

"What?" He whispers

"I mean.. eventually.. when you are ready .. I would like.. like my first ... time..." Now you are sputtering.

He searches your face and even peaks into your mind and all he can see, all he can feel, is himself kissing you over and over again. He doesn't know what to do with all these feelings and suddenly a panic rises in his chest.

You see the panic in his eyes, "don't feel like you have to! Say the word and I'll back off.. I just thought.. you know.. with the way things are.. that YOU might want to.. and if you did.. I want you to also know... that I also... want to..." You are rambling and stuttering and a complete mess now.

Severus touches your lips, they have started to look puffy from the kissing and a little redder. Then he holds the back of your head and pulls you into him to kiss you. His other hand wraps around your waist and pulls your body against his, you fit together so perfectly. You gasp and then moan, a whimper escapes his lips.

"Come on," you say as you pull him along with you.

"Where are we going?"

"To my flat, we are going to clean up and then we are going to snuggle in my bed!"

Severus's eyes go wide but he doesn't feel like there is really a choice here even though he would choose you again and again. If you gave him the choice his shame and trauma might tell him to go away to his own room and sulk but you wouldn't let him. If he really didn't want you he would have made that perfectly clear. You knew he was just pushing you away because he was afraid of letting anyone close to him. But you would get close to him even if you had to do all the work yourself!

Back in your home you take turns showering. You go first and Severus sits awkwardly perched on your coach until you are done. You come out in just a towel to tell him its his turn.

He nods wordlessly and goes into the bathroom. You go to your room and quickly cast a cleaning spell and put on a pair of comfy pajamas. You lay out some for Severus too.

He asks you to close your eyes again and you do. You pull the covers up over your head and wait until you feel him sit on the edge of the bed.

"Good?" you ask as you peak out. He is smiling "yes" he says exasperated

"Good! Come here." You pat the bed next to you. Severus reluctantly climbs over and sits on top of the covers.

You roll your eyes and climb out from under the covers. You settle down next to him your body turned to him and you pull at his shirt, guiding him to lay turned to you as well.

You trace your finger along his face. Down his nose, along his jaw, over his hairline, and across each cheek.

"You are so beautiful." You say again and kiss his nose.

"Whatever" he mumbles under his breath. "I am disgusting" He hisses and turns away from you.

You huff. "Sev! For all the magic in the world could you just please once enjoy a moment with me! I know it's hard to believe that you are cared for and you are important to me and that I'll never hurt you but I don't know what to do!" You feel tears prick your cheeks.

"Please" you whisper defeated.

He turns back to you, "Don't cry" he holds you against his chest.

"Then stop pushing me away. I want you, all of you, all the time. I want you in my heart and in my head." He just stares at you dumbly.

"I love you" he breaths and kisses you. You are afraid if you acknowledge it it will scare him away so you just keep kissing him. Pulling him closer to you, feeling the outline of his body against yours.

"Severus" you moan and his body jerks towards you. Your chest pressing against him and suddenly the burning in your tummy moves south and you feel a lot of your own wetness. The very pronounced outline of his cock pressed against your clit. His hips start stuttering against you. You pull him in closer, whimpers and moans escape his lips without a care in the world.

"My beautiful man, so strong, mmmph you feel so good, I want you, more Severus, ugh please" You breathe against his lips and then into his ear as he ruts against your thigh. You pull his hips tight and kiss his neck, this seems to be very sensitive as his hips sputter and regain the rhythm they had before. He cries out and then jerks away but you were ready for this and your grip on him tightens and you thrust your thigh between his leg and let him dry hump against you until he is spent. You hold him close to your body.

You moan in his ear and sigh "Severus." You kiss along his jaw and then down his neck. His hips thrust against you again causing him to cry out. His neck was very sensitive.

He catches his breath finally, "I... I'm sorry" he says softly.

"Don't be" you insist and pull him in for another kiss but this time he pulls back in earnest.

"I told you I am disgusting." He tries to get up but you push him back on the bed. You straddle his waist and rest your hands on his chest.

"You are beautiful to me." You pull your wand from the bun in your hair and let it tumble down your shoulders. A small flick and you had dried his pants and then tossed it onto the bedside table.

You leaned to kiss him but he turned away.

"Severus..." you whined. With a sigh he turned back to you, his eyebrows knitted together.

"You don't have to do anything right now." You kiss his lips even though his own don't meet yours. "But I will be here. If you wanna do something like this again." You nose against his neck and a shiver goes down his spine. "Or something more..." You roll your hips over his and he awards your efforts with soft whimper.

You smile, climb off of him, and snuggle yourself into him. One leg hooked onto his and your head on his chest. The soft beat of his heart settles you.

"Stay with me tonight." you mumble against his side. Severus put one hand behind his head and the other hesitated trying to find a comfortable place to rest before he let it touch lightly on your hip. His fingers danced along your waistband and then settled over your hips.

"Tonight?" he whispered. "Anything for you." He kissed the top of your head and heard your breathing slow and become even. He felt so relaxed and at peace. He reached for your mind then and felt completely at ease. He let the feeling surround him and drifted off to sleep holding you close to him.

[seleneprince]

So, I was searching for a good face claim for female Severus Snape (Sevrina or Severina, still deciding) and now I'm stuck between two great options and I can't decide:

Amita Suman (known as Inej aka knife wife aka love of my life, from Shadow and Bone)

I can't be the only one, right? Just look.at.her. She's perfect! The profile, the nose, the hair, the expression, the vibes. There are times when I'm picturing my Fem! Snape scenarios that her face just comes up to me, and she fits so well.

It also fits wonderfully in my headcanon that Snape is POC coded.

In here she's a badass. Strong minded and brave, but with a coveted warmness that few see. She doesn't let anyone, specially men, talk her down.

(and the green clothes, for fuck's sake. She's that girl)

Aaand

Mikey Madison (Amber in Scream, also known as Mommy, my queen and beautiful psycho)

I recently saw a tiktok claiming she would have been the perfect fem! Snape, and honestly, now I can't unsee it.

Canonically, Snape had very pale skin, almost sickly, and a big nose, so she's closer to the original source, while Amita is closer to my own headcanons. But c'mon, don't tell me you don't see it either.

She has the dark, creepy vibes, but also hot snarky gothic witch vibes. The photos encapsulate her character perfectly. Look at her pouty lips, her unimpressed stare. She's surrounded by idiots and judging everyone's life choices (spoiler: she's the least indicated person to do that)

Anyway, don't be too confused if I use both of them for my future fem! Snape posts. I can't pick, so I'll take them both.

[hazedwords]

I’m in the car rn and thinking and an idea came to mind:

Young Snape on the Hogwarts train for the first time and realizing he gets motion sick.

Imagine a young Severus very excited up for his first year at Hogwarts, he has a little skip in his step as he finds a compartment for him and Lily to sit in.

The train begins to move, pulling out of the station. Severus is fine for about four minutes, until he realizes his head is spinning and he feels a weird feeling crawl up his throat. Severus grips his clothes rather tightly as he breathes heavily out of his mouth.

Severus begins to silently freak, thinking he got some sort of food poisoning by a hotdog that he got back at the Muggle Shops around Kings Cross Station.

By the time Lily looks at him and realizes something is up, the trolley lady opens their compartment door.

The sweet trolley woman spots the little black haired boy breathing heavily and pieces it together that he is motion sick.

The lady hands him a small bright blue taffy from her pocket and makes him eat it. The taffy tastes tangy and salty, yet Severus still chews it and swallows it, his motion sickness beginning to go away.

Severus quietly uttered a ‘thank you’ to the woman as Lily bought treats from the woman’s cart.

(Check out my other posts if you like this Severus headcannon, I plan to add more headcannons)

[dufferpuffer]

Longbottoms boggart wasn't Snape.

I mean you'd think this would be obvious enough - but people who hate Snape bring it up as their sort of trump card. "He was so bad he was a 13yr olds biggest fear!" No. He wasn't. Boggarts don't quite work like that. Boggarts are not themselves your worst fear - they make you FEEL your worst fear. Hermione isn't actually scared of McGonagall. (I'm sure alot of first years are scared of her though I mean she is strict and stern and a little scary at first.) Did she have some irrational fear of suddenly failing all her classes? Yeah, maybe a little bit - but it is BECAUSE she is scared of not being good enough. From the first book we see her struggling to fit in with her peers. She is muggleborn, she learned she was a witch so suddenly that she poured herself into being the most perfect witch she could.

Professor McGonagall, a stern and strict witch she respects, telling her she isn't good enough despite all of her best efforts makes her FEEL her worst fear. It has nothing to do with Minerva personally - honestly it could probably be replaced with Dumbledore or someone... its just she has far more interaction with Minerva.

SO - Longbottom and Snape: How do I know that Snape isn't his absolute worst fear? Because he still attends Potions every fucking week!!! Do you think RON could attend Charms if it was run by a spider?!? He can pass Snape in the hall, he can sit in the same room as Snape, he can even be teased and bullied by Snape. His parents were tortured to insanity by Death Eaters. Severus Snape is NOT his worst fear, that's stupid. Snape just makes him FEEL his worst fear - like McGonagall makes Hermione feel hers. SO what is Neville worst fear? I think the clue comes with him quickly saying that he also wouldn't want the Boggart to turn into his grandma. Inadequacy. Neville has never been good enough. He has low self worth. The tiniest bits of praise overwhelm him. He never wins any house points and losing some devastates him. He got his magic late, his family kept trying to tease it out of him, thought he was maybe a squib. He has a proud legacy to uphold and he is terrified he cannot. He is the worst potions student Snape has ever had.

Snape makes Neville feel inadequate. His grandmother makes him feel inadequate. But mix them together... and suddenly these two very scary people that seem to have such control over his life... look a little ridiculous.

DO you think Lupin is LITERALLY scared of the moon...? Or does the moon make him feel powerless and dangerous and inhumane? DO you think Harry is LITERALLY scared of Dementors...? Or is he scared of how powerless he is against the horrible way they make him feel - the trauma they bring up from the deep recesses of his mind?

Snape was not so horrific, so awful, so scary, so mean - that he as a man became Nevile's worst fear. He, like his grandma, makes him feel inadequate.

[carolinelayne]

‘James Wouldn’t Have Stopped Us. But Lily Would’ve.’

Sirius & Remus Missing Moment in Order of Phoenix

“I don’t reckon my dad would’ve wanted his best friends to become killers.”

…

“James wouldn’t have stopped us,” muttered Sirius sullenly to Remus one day in Grimmauld Place.

Every day he was there in hiding, he bitterly regretted the moment of weakness where they had listened to Harry’s plea. He resented where it had gotten him.

“James would’ve understood,” Sirius continued. “He would’ve let us kill Pettigrew. He wouldn’t have wanted to spare him. Not after his betrayal.”

He looked at defiantly at Remus, expecting his old friend to challenge him… But he didn’t.

“I think you’re right Sirius,” said Remus quietly. “In my heart of hearts, I don’t think the James I knew would’ve done what Harry did. James wouldn’t have stopped us.”

Remus paused thoughtfully for a moment. He couldn’t hold back a small smile.

“But Lily would’ve. Sirius, there’s no doubt in my mind… Harry is as much of his mother on the inside as he is his father on the outside.”

Sirius suddenly felt a lump in his throat. He felt as though something had struck him. He nodded curtly, at a loss for words. He wasn’t expecting that.

Sirius thought of Lily’s fierce green eyes. The ruthless kindness and the unrelenting mercy. The absolute commitment to always do what was right. He’d never met anyone else with that kind of goodness inside of them… until he met her son.

He knew it was the truth, whether he liked it or not. He knew they had done the right thing that day, as much as he suffered now.

“Damn it Evans,” Sirius whispered.