#snape animation project

[himegureisu]

Expecto Patronum

Summary: Your lesson for the day is about the Patronus charm and after your demo, the students argue about Snape being unable to cast the spell. He proves them wrong.

Author's Note: I'm partially alive.

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“The Patronus is one of the most powerful defensive charms. If cast correctly, you conjure a guardian. A corporeal projection of your most positive feelings. It can be quite difficult the first time so don’t be discouraged if only wisps of mist form. That’s good progress,”

Your students’ cries of Expecto Patronum echoed throughout the room as you slowly walked by correcting their posture and pronunciation. There were few promising attempts, however, there was much work to be done before they could fend off Dementors on their own.

“Can we see your Patronus, professor?” Neville disarmed and tiredly asked. Further, Luna added, “Is it an incorporeal or corporeal patronus, professor?”

“I can cast both,” you offered, “However, which would everyone like to see first?”

The Corporeal Patronus! They chorused.

In a wave of your wand, your Patronus emerged playfully eluding them and departed the classroom in a trail of mist. Your students were amazed at the sight of such a beautiful animal before they wondered aloud.

“Does that mean Professor Snape can’t cast the charm?” the question met with silence, but you urged, “What does everyone think?"

“I don’t think he can,” Ron interjected from the crowd, then Malfoy followed, “He can,”

They started to argue as you conjured your Patronus to send Severus a message. They were supported by their friends who believed he couldn’t as a former death eater and those who thought the man had redeemed himself throughout the years which were few and far between.

“What seems to be the problem?” his voice ceased the arguments and his presence by your side further silenced the children, “Professor?”

“They would like to see your Patronus,” you simply answered, and he briefly gazed at the crowd, “My Patronus? Why not yours?”

“They’re settling a debate so,” you trailed off, eyes on his silently pleading he’d indulge you, and he sighed, “Very well,”

His Patronus wandered tentatively in the middle of class before yours appeared. That’s when they realized yours and his were partners. They mischievously passed through students before disappearing in thin air.

“The Patronus is cast using positive feelings,” Luna explained from Draco’s side, “Don’t you think marriage gives such an incentive given how smitten the Professors are with each other?”

Your cheeks flushed and his arm around your waist tightened at Luna’s words, suddenly aware of the depth of your bond. On his lips, a small proud smirk formed and your heart swelled in happiness.

“The things I do for you,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple as you both watched the students quarrel, “Thank you,”

[fl1pp1ngart1st]

¤Ticci Toby Hcs¤

This is coming from someone who mostly just remembers old stuff and hasn't re-read the stories. It's my opinions, you don't have to agree ^^ (TicciJack hcs btw)

Toby has Disorganized Schizophrenia (Hebephrenia) causing him to struggle to take care of himself and show his emotions properly

His mother and sister did try their best with Toby working on his social skills and independence, which in the end did help him express his emotions a bit better

Before Lrya died, she used to take care of Toby when he couldn't, but now a combination of Tim, Brain, and Jack take care of him

Toby's Motor Tics:

— jerking/banging his head

— twisting

— shrugging his shoulders

— snaping his fingers

— popping his joints

Toby's Vocal Tics

— Grunting

— Barking

— Humming

— "Bacon Pancakes, Bacon Bacon Pancakes"

— sniffing

Toby also has Autism, I'm definitely not projecting or anything

He sees Tim and Brain as parental figures, but he tends to butt heads with Tim

He likes to pull pranks with Jeff and Ben

Toby has an extremely bad habit of subconsciously bitting his hands to the point where his hands have to constantly be bandaged up

When he gets headaches, he'll search for Jack so he can cuddle with him

He's a terrible cook, and is not allowed to cook unsupervised. Last time he almost burned down the place

While on missions, he'll take cool things he finds in the houses

He likes to collect bones and dead bugs, he keeps the bugs in a shoebox and the bones on his shelves

Toby likes crunchy foods, like fried chicken and apples (Stop it I'm not projecting)

He also likes sour foods as the punch of it is the closest thing to pain he can feel

Texture means everything to him, and refuses to touch things that upset him

Toby can act very childish, and when stressed out he can have a fit. Tim and Brian mostly deal with his fits but Jack and Jane can help too

He enjoys it when Sally paints his nails since he's too shakey to do it himself

Toby is trans because I say so, it's just facts

Toby loves to talk, although it can be challenging for him sometimes

He hates sleeping alone, and tends to crawl into other people's beds. Mainly Jack's, Tim and Brian's, and sometimes Jane's

He likes to give butterfly kisses, as Lyra did with him when he was younger

Sometimes, he tries to harvest organs from his kills so he can give it to Jack and Seedeater, but he's really bad at it

He loves animals, and tries to bring any animal into the mansion. But it never works out

[sideprince]

Snape's Doe Patronus

'Well, when it works correctly, it conjures up a Patronus, which is a kind of anti-Dementor — a guardian which acts as a shield between you and the Dementor. The Patronus is a kind of positive force, a projection of the very things that the Dementor feeds upon — hope, happiness, the desire to survive — but it cannot feel despair, as real humans can, so the Dementors can't hurt it.'

Lupin explaining what a Patronus is to Harry, Prisoner of Azkaban, Ch. 12

The essence of a Patronus, as we see Lupin explain, is hope, happiness, and the desire to survive, though this last point may be specific to the use of Patronuses as a defense against Dementors. It's unclear whether a Patronus has any other use, or was specifically invented to protect against Dementors, and if Dumbledore and the Order's use of them to communicate was specific to them or part of a more general practice and purpose. While I don't necessarily think that extra-textual references have a reasonable place in meta discussions, the Harry Potter Wiki also has the following quote from the Wonderbook: Book of Spells video game that JK Rowling contributed to and is attributed to the fictional character of Miranda Goshawk, which offers a bit more insight:

"This ancient and mysterious charm conjures a magical guardian, a projection of all your most positive feelings. The Patronus Charm is difficult, and many witches and wizards are unable to produce a full, corporeal Patronus, a guardian which generally takes the shape of the animal with whom they share the deepest affinity. You may suspect, but you will never truly know what form your Patronus will take until you succeed in conjuring it."

The key points here are that a Patronus is a projection of a person's most positive feelings, and takes the shape of an animal with whom they share the deepest affinity.

Based on this information, it makes sense that Tonks' Patronus changed form when her unrequited love for Lupin became all consuming. We see how much it affected her because in all of HBP she's consistently described as sad, downcast, and unlike her usual cheery self. The change in her Patronus is specific to her personal emotional state and isn't necessarily a statement on whether Patronuses change form any time a person is in love. Therefore we can conclude that a person's Patronus changes based on their emotional or mental state, not based on whether or not they're in love. Whether a person is even able to conjur a Patronus is also dependent on these factors. This is supported by the way we see characters who had previously been able to produce corporeal Patronuses struggle to do so when under stress:

The air around them had frozen: Harry’s breath caught and solidified in his chest. Shapes moved out in the darkness, swirling figures of concentrated blackness, moving in a great wave towards the castle, their faces hooded and their breath rattling … Ron and Hermione closed in beside him as the sounds of fighting behind them grew suddenly muted, deadened, because a silence only Dementors could bring was falling thickly through the night … ‘Come on, Harry!’ said Hermione’s voice, from a very long way away, ‘Patronuses, Harry, come on!’ He raised his wand, but a dull hopelessness was spreading through him: Fred was gone, and Hagrid was surely dying or already dead; how many more lay dead that he did not yet know about; he felt as though his soul had already half left his body … ‘HARRY, COME ON!’ screamed Hermione. A hundred Dementors were advancing, gliding towards them, sucking their way closer to Harry’s despair, which was like a promise of a feast … He saw Ron’s silver terrier burst into the air, flicker feebly and expire; he saw Hermione’s otter twist in mid-air and fade, and his own wand trembled in his hand, and he almost welcomed the oncoming oblivion, the promise of nothing, of no feeling … And then a silver hare, a boar and a fox soared past Harry, Ron and Hermione’s heads: the Dementors fell back before the creatures’ approach. Three more people had arrived out of the darkness to stand beside them, their wands outstretched, continuing to cast their Patronuses: Luna, Ernie and Seamus. ‘That’s right,’ said Luna encouragingly, as if they were back in the Room of Requirement and this was simply spell practice for the DA. ‘That’s right, Harry … come on, think of something happy …’ ‘Something happy?’ he said, his voice cracked. ‘We’re all still here,’ she whispered, ‘we’re still fighting. Come on, now …’ There was a silver spark, then a wavering light, and then, with the greatest effort it had ever cost him, the stag burst from the end of Harry’s wand. It cantered forwards, and now the Dementors scattered in earnest, and immediately the night was mild again, but the sounds of the surrounding battle were loud in his ears. ‘Can’t thank you enough,’ said Ron shakily, turning to Luna, Ernie and Seamus, ‘you just saved -”

Deathly Hallows Ch. 32

We know Harry, Ron, and Hermione can conjur a Patronus, but it's their hopelessness and the trauma they've experienced in the battle so far after a year of isolation searching for Horcruxes that affect their ability to do so, or whether or not a Patronus is corporeal. There is a connection between how able a person is to conjur a Patronus based on their emotional state, and what shape their Patronus takes based on the same.

How does this, then, inform what we know about Snape's Patronus? We know it symbolizes Lily, because he conjurs it in a moment when he's trying to prove a point to Dumbledore:

‘But this is touching, Severus,’ said Dumbledore seriously. ‘Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?’ ‘For him?’ shouted Snape. ‘Expecto patronum!’ From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe: she landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears. ‘After all this time?’ ‘Always,’ said Snape.’

Deathly Hallows Ch. 33

We don't actually know if Lily could conjur a patronus, let alone if the shape it took was a doe. We don't know if James could either or what shape it would have taken, we only know that James' animagus form was a stag, and that we are meant to conclude as a result that his wife is therefore symbolized by a doe, and that Snape's Patronus reflects his love for her as a result.

At its core, based on the above definitions of what a Patronus is, we can conclude that Snape's source of hope and happiness was Lily. All we know for a fact, based on canon text, is that they were best friends until their fifth year at school. There are varying opinions on whether Snape also felt romantic love for Lily, but we know he definitely felt love for her as a close friend, and his Patronus alludes to him continuing to feel this way after she ended their friendship and they stopped talking, not to mention how much this was compounded by his guilt for his role in her death.

I would take this further, though, and argue that Snape's Patronus was a reflection of him, ie. that it wasn't a projection of his affection for Lily but rather of the hope and happiness that he felt in their friendship and that, if we're taking the Miranda Goshawk quote at face value, his Patronus reflected his "most positive feelings" and "the animal with whom [he] share[s] the deepest affinity."

This definition implies that Snape's doe Patronus reflects that he and Lily were kindred spirits. That's why they were best friends, and why the doe is both reflective of Snape and symbolic of Lily. This isn't surprising when you consider that they were the only magical children of their age in a small midlands factory town. They grew up in different classes, but the same culture, with the same isolating factor of being able to do magic while surrounded by muggles. Childhood friendships create a strong bond, and how much more so with such factors at play? As a result, I think Snape's doe Patronus doesn't just symbolize his attachment to Lily, but that he was like her in many ways. We see this in the glimpses we get of Lily - that she was a brilliant student as described by Slughorn, that she had a righteous temper as demonstrate in Snape's Worst Memory, and that she was not afraid of what others thought of her whether it was the best friend she was challenging unflinchingly or the popular jock bully who she told off when no one else was willing to. Though we only Snape and Lily's interactions at school as ones where they're at odds, their personalities share many similarities and it quickly becomes apparent why they became such fast, and close, friends.

We don't know if James had a Patronus, but we do know that he's represented by a stag since it was his animagus form. We're shown clearly by the text that Harry's stag patronus is a reflection of his father's spirit living on in him. While the author's intention, I think, was that as a stag and doe James and Lily were a pair, she may not have understood how these animals mate. I'm not concerned with her intentions, though, and the fact that stags and does don't spend their lives together actually offers a more interesting reading of the conclusions the reader is meant to draw from the symbolism of the doe Patronus.

After mating stags leave does to raise the offspring on their own. While this interpretation has been used by some people to circumscribe James as a negligent parent and partner, I'm not convinced of this. James demonstrated selfishness and immaturity in his tendency to sneak out under his invisibility cloak even while he and Lily were in hiding, but ultimately we learn almost as little about James as we do about Lily so it's difficult to define his whole character based on limited information. It's worth noting that he did also put himself between Voldemort and his wife and child, knowing he would be killed, and though he did so while foolishly having left his wand in the other room, this kind of self-sacrifice is antithetical to the reading of the stag/doe symbolism that highlights stags' tendency to abandon does after mating.

There is, nevertheless, an interesting metaphor for the way the two animals come together for a higher purpose - that of survival of the species and continuation of life. In this way Harry and Snape reflect James and Lily respectively. The two of them had more potential for friendship than either was willing to see, and though they were enemies (or at least they had a lot of animosity towards each other - I would argue Harry saw Snape as an enemy but not vice versa) they nevertheless they came together - at times aware of it, at times not - for the greater purpose of defeating Voldemort, ie. the survival and continuation of life in the wizarding world.

And this, the knowledge we gain by the end of the books, that Snape's main purpose in life as he saw it was to protect a child and help raise him safely while working to defeat an existential threat, is what best explains why his Patronus is a doe. In fact, he goes out of his way and risks his life for much more than Harry, fighting for the safety of all the students in his care, and anyone else he is able to save. As the text shows us, just before he reveals his Patronus to be the doe, he has the following infamous exchange with Dumbledore:

‘How many men and women have you watched die?’ ‘Lately, only those whom I could not save,’ said Snape.

Deathly Hallows Ch. 33

If we interpret the doe as symbolic of Lily, a self-sacrificing parent who put the life of her child before her own, how much more so does Snape embody that symbolism, having given his life after risking it repeatedly for the sake of countless people, including the very same child Lily gave hers for? Had Lily's Patronus also been a doe, it would have reflected who she was at her core, and those aspects of her character which gave her strength and hope - and which reflected all she had in common with Snape. Therefore I would argue that Snape's Patronus symbolizing only his unrequited love is a reductive reading, and that it was, in fact, reflective of him as an individual as well, and of the qualities he possessed that were the reason for his bond with Lily.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

what would tom riddle's patronus?

Okay, it took me some time to answer this ask since I needed to spend some time thinking. I didn't really have an answer in mind until your question. It's just something I apparently never thought about. So I was interested in finding the most canon-adjacent answer I can for if Tom Riddle/Voldemort could cast a patronus, what would it be.

So, my approach to finding the right animal was based on a few factors, the first of which:

How exactly is the form your Patronus takes determined?

Because we don't actually get a straight answer in the books. We know Patroni can change with a person, but we don't exactly get an answer on what their form represents and why some couples have matching Patroni.

Basically, I don't know what you expected, Anon, but what you're getting is some rambling about the magical theory behind the Patronus charm followed by why that means Tom gets a certain animal over another.

So, let's start with the basics, the incantation:

"Expecto Patronum"

This is in Latin and literally translates to: "I await/expect a defender"

And Remus Lupin explains what the Patronus charm is as:

“Well, when it works correctly, it conjures up a Patronus,” said Lupin, “which is a kind of anti-dementor — a guardian that acts as a shield between you and the dementor.” ... “The Patronus is a kind of positive force, a projection of the very things that the dementor feeds upon — hope, happiness, the desire to survive — but it cannot feel despair, as real humans can, so the dementors can’t hurt it. But I must warn you, Harry, that the charm might be too advanced for you. Many qualified wizards have difficulty with it.”

(POA, page 237)

We also know the patronus is cast by thinking of a happy memory — well, not really. The memory isn't really important; the emotion is. The memory is to help you have the right happy feelings that can fuel a Patronus. "You got to mean it" just like with an unforgivable.

So, what does it tell us about the Patronus:

We have a defender made out of happiness, literally.

This already sounds like something Tom Riddle would struggle with. I don't really see canon Tom Riddle/Voldemort being capable of producing one, but let's assume he can in some hypothetical AU. Let's take a look at a few patroni to see how their form is chosen and why.

Obviously, we have Harry's (and James') stag. A stag symbolizes many things in different cultures, but deer (both Stags and Does, like Lily and Snape) in general symbolize:

The cycle of life and death

Agility and grace

Bravery

Nobility

All this fits the Potters quite well. The nobility and bravery of Gryffindor and the cycle between life and death. Stags actually represent regeneration, as in a return from death, which fits with the Potters' connection to the Paverells and death perfectly.

Stags also symbolize authority, strength, leadership, and fatherhood, while does symbolize femininity, grace, intuition, and devotion. All in all, both animals fit James and Lily well. And while the stag does fit Harry (to a degree), I don't think his Patronus represents him.

I think Harry's patronus is a stag because James' patronus was a stag. Harry was actually convinced his father cast the Patronus when he first saw it in POA. And it makes sense.

I don't remember where I saw this theory, but it essentially was that your patrons would represent a person or an idea that you feel will defend you. It's why certain couples have matching Patroni, why a Patronus can change when you or your feelings about people change.

And Harry, when he casts his Patronus, the idea of his father who he never knew but would have protected him is the idea represented in Harry's Patronus. It's a stag like James' not because Harry and James are so similar (they have very different personalities actually) but because Harry's Patronus is James. It's a stag because James was a stag, and Harry is calling the concept of his father to defend him.

Following this logic, Lily's Patronus is a doe, because she is the doe. Lily's defender is herself. Courageous, noble, graceful and devoted. Lily's devotion to her son is what literally sets the series into motion. The reason she and James match is that they always have. He was always represented by the stag and she was always represented by the doe. Their Patroni aren't matching because of their relationship with each other, but because they are so compatible their Patroni matched from the get-go.

Snape's Patronus is a doe because of Lily. Lily is represented by the doe. As she was Snape's first friend and defender, whenever he calls for a protector, it's Lily.

Let's look at a few other Patroni, like Hermione's otter:

Playfulness

Joy

Family and close-knit friendships

Loyalty

All of this doesn't really sound like Hermione. Ron's Jack Russell Terrier on the other hand:

Loyalty

Courage

Playfulness

Cleverness

Protectiveness

Tanasity

Does sound very in line with who Ron is.

But then who does Hermione's otter represent? Well, an otter is from the weasel family and the list of characteristics looks closer to Ron's list of traits than Hermione's. I think Hermione's otter represents Ron who did step in to defend her since the troll incident in their first year multiple times.

So, where does that leave Tom Riddle?

Well, we established the Patronus becomes your defender, and in Tom's case, it'll be himself. Tom is distrustful and sees himself as more capable than anyone else. Not to mention he never had a real connection or person in his life he could call upon to defend him. So, whatever animal his Patronus is would represent himself as his own defender.

So, which animal represents Tom best?

The first animal I thought of, is of course: the serpent. Snakes are heavily associated with Tom (for obvious reasons) and is an animal we know he has a soft spot for. When looking at what snakes represent, you can see why he is associated with them:

Deceit

Transformation

Power

Regeneration and rebirth (shedding their skin)

Healing (Cadcadeus)

For the most part, the list seems to fit him well. Specifically their association with rebirth and the cycle of life and death by shedding their skin. Deceit and power are also right up Tom's alley. And even transformation considering he rewrote his entire identity to become Voldemort.

But, just "snake" wasn't good enough for me, I wanted to know which kind. And as I wanted his Patronus to be as rare as Harry's stag, I went to the list of official Pottermore possible Patroni to find a snake that is as hard to get in the test as the stag while not being magical.

(Magical Patroni are incredibly rare and to have yourself represented by a magical creature in your Patronus you need to be incredibly unique or incredibly full of yourself. At least, that's how I see it)

And low and behold, there was one on the aforementioned list:

The King Cobra

So I looked up if this snake has any interesting additional unique symbolism that would fit Tom. And, well, there was:

Authority and Leadership

Aggression and Fearlessness

Destruction and Creation

Intelligence and Cunning

Which all in all sounds fitting for Tom Riddle.

I also continued reading and apparently, snakes are associated with lightning by some Native American tribes. And when I saw that I was sold on the idea. Considering how the killing curse is represented by lightning (Harry's scar and the lightning-struck tower being the name of the chapter Dumbledore dies in). It feels appropriate with Tom's connection with snakes.

The King Cobra is actually not really a Cobra and is considered a unique breed of snake, which Tom would approve of. It's also the longest venomous snake and its venom can result in a rapid fatality, as soon as 30 minutes following a bite. It's also a cannibal snake that eats other snakes, including its own kind.

Overall it just fits perfectly, both in traits, symbolism, and how rare and dangerous it is. So, for your question, I think Tom Riddle's Patronus, if he could cast one, would be a King Cobra.

[maxdibert]

Sometimes I'll read posts people make about Snape and just be gobsmacked by the disconnect of anything that can be considered canon.

Everyone is free to their own hate fueled delusions, but I reckon some people need to start thinking about whether a character is implied to have done certain things or if they're just projecting their bad experiences on a blank canvas - if Snape was truly that vile of a friend, wouldn't anyone have said anything? Wouldn't Sirius have mentioned to Harry how Snape was awful to his mum when they were teens?

I think it's way more likely that their relationship turned into the regular kind of shitty - in passive aggression, in broken promises and the quiet unraveling of their bond. Of course, if you want to think of these characters in the shallowest way possible, I can see why suddenly Severus is the devil incarnate torturing poor Lily lol

People paint Severus as if he were abusive, but the reality is that, based on what we see in his memories, even from a very young age, if Lily remotely showed any annoyance with him or seemed defensive, Severus immediately backed down. He seemed absolutely terrified of upsetting her. Given this, and with it being explicitly in the canon, at what point do people conclude that he could have been aggressive, possessive, or dominant with her?

There’s literally a scene where he says something like, “I’m not going to let you—” and Lily cuts him off before he can even finish the sentence. She confronts him, makes it clear that he has no right to tell her anything, and he immediately folds, like a scared little animal. In that dynamic, it wasn’t Severus who held the power, it was Lily. She was the one with the stronger personality, and Severus clearly bent over backward to avoid upsetting her.

So, if this dynamic is established in the books, where on earth do people get the idea that Severus was dominant or abusive? It’s in the text, plain as day, that he wasn’t like that. It’s in the text that there’s a clear power imbalance where Lily holds the upper hand. It’s pure projection at this point, so much so that people feel the need to rewrite the story just to justify their hatred.

They have to invent these things because they need to believe that it’s not morally questionable to side with a group of privileged bullies who oppressed and tormented someone socially and economically beneath them. That’s where the cognitive dissonance comes from. Snaters need to make up whatever narrative they can to avoid acknowledging that Severus Snape was a victim of abuse, and that their favorite characters—or the ones they choose to defend—were the abusers. That’s their story, and if it doesn’t exist, they’ll fabricate it.

[serpenera]

One of the things that most irks me in the HP, and especially Snape discourse, is the misinterpretation of the meaning of the patronus. The general consensus seems to be that the shape of the patronus indicates one’s true love but that is a massive oversimplification that creates numerous inconsistencies. In other words, when we look at it like that, the patronus makes NO SENSE. Except the patronus makes PERFECT SENSE. Just let me explain.

The patronus, as we know, is a charm that repels Dementors - an anthropomorphized representation of clinical depression. Keep that in mind as this is important. You conjure it by focusing on a happy memory or should I rather say a happy thought.

Memory is the word Lupin uses when he first explains the patronus to Harry and I’d argue this is the reason why Harry initially fails at conjuring one. He remembers his first time on a broom and winning the house cup. Both happy memories to doubt but “not powerful enough” as Lupin puts it. So what makes a powerful memory?

Harry tries again and succeeds by focusing on the memory of finding out he was a wizard and would be leaving the Dursleys and going to Hogwarts. What makes this memory different than the other two is that it wasn’t just that of a fleeting moment of glee but of an event that marked a major change in Harry’s life, a change for the better. Yes, it was a moment from the PAST but one that influenced Harry’s PRESENT and FUTURE.

See, this is the key to understanding the patronus. The trick is not to remember a happy past long gone, it’s to find something in the past that gives you a reason to move forward. Anyone, who’s ever been depressed to the point of wanting to off themselves will know what I’m talking about here. And those who don’t, good for you.

Anyway, back to Harry. When he conjures his first fully corporeal patronus at the end of PoA, he thinks of going to live with Sirius. And when he uses the spell again in GoF he thinks of celebrating the end of the Tournament with Ron and Hermione. In both cases, he doesn’t even recall an event of the past but projects into the future. And note that regardless of whom or what he thinks of (and not once does he think of his dad), his patronus stays a stag. Even after his love and admiration for James falters due to the discovery of SWM, his patronus stays a stag. This is because the stag, while visually traceable back to James, does not represent James as a person but rather a concept that James himself is a representation of. The stag stands for family, legacy, and a sense of belonging. What keeps Harry moving forward despite all the obstacles is not the mere memory of having had a dad once, it’s the realization that he’s not alone in the world, that he has friends who care about him, and that he’s part of a community.

If we look at the patronus through this lens we can logically explain the shape and origin of all the major ones present in the books.

Snape is often accused of being a stalker incel and whatnot because (apparently) his doe patronus is the same as Lily’s.

First of all, did you pull that information out of your ass? ‘Cause I checked and nowhere in the book(s) does it say what shape her patronus was. The same goes for James. He was a stag animagus. We don’t know what shape his patronus was. That, assuming they both even knew the charm. Although, as Order members, they probably did. If they hadn’t learned it at school, Dumbledore or another Order member would’ve taught them.

Okay, for the sake of this argument, let’s assume that James’ patronus was in fact a stag and Lily’s was a doe and also that the animals represent them respectively. People will argue that the fact the patronuses match (they don’t actually cause they’re two different species of deer but never mind) implies they were each other’s soulmates. To back that argument they will cite Tonks’ patronus which changed into a wolf after she fell in love with Lupin. At the same time, they will argue that Snape’s doe indicates an unhealthy obsession with Lily. Can you spot the issue with this reasoning?

Snape’s and Tonks’ cases are analog: their patronuses turn into animals related to the other person. And yet in Snape’s case, it’s obsession, and in Tonks’, it’s love?

Lily/James and Tonks’ cases are opposite: Lily/James patronuses turn into animals related to themselves while Tonks’ turns into one related to her love interest. But in both cases, it’s true love?

If Snape’s obsessed with Lily then Tonks is obsessed with Lupin and Lily and James are just obsessed with themselves. Contrarily, if Tonks loves Lupin then Snape loves Lily, and Lily and James, again, just love themselves respectively. Moreover, if you follow either logic, Harry is obsessed / in love with James and Dumbledore with Fawkes.

See how none of that makes ANY SENSE whatsoever? Also, no, it’s not a plothole. Y’all are just looking at it wrong. Now let’s rewind and analyze all of these the same way we did with Harry’s at the beginning of this rant.

James’ case is very straightforward. Similarly to Harry, James finds meaning in the traditional idea of family, clan legacy, and belonging. Remember how on the train to Hogwarts he says he wants to be a Gryffindor just like his dad? That, in my opinion, is already very telling, and considering that right after school James marries the girl he decided would be the future mother of his children and promptly gets her pregnant we can easily deduce what he values and what he believes his higher purpose to be. When facing a Dementor and being consumed by despair, perhaps remembering the loss of his parents and perceived betrayal of his best friends, in order to push through he certainly focuses on his wife and especially his son.

Lily’s doe patronus has nothing to do with Snape. Or with James for that matter. Instead, it has everything to do with Harry. See, many real-life women who find themselves at the edge of despair for one reason or another declare they only push forward because of their children. I think Lily is no different. I mean, she did die trying to protect her child. So I think that facing a Dementor, she thinks of Harry. Her wish to be there for her son and protect him is what keeps her going forward despite everything. She has to be strong because she is needed and that is what her doe stands for.

The doe and the stag, somewhat complementary animals, both symbolize family-related but very different concepts. The stag carries a distinctly masculine meaning, that of the passing of legacy and prolonging the bloodline. The doe has a more feminine feel, that of nurturing and protecting.

Snape’s patronus is the same animal as Lily not because he loves her or is obsessed or even just friends with her. It’s the same because both these characters find purpose in the same thing: being needed.

While for Lily this mindset seems to stem from her motherhood, for Snape it seems to have always been there and for very a different reason. The severe neglect he experienced in his early childhood conditioned him to always seek external validation. It’s as if he couldn’t find value in himself unless someone else found it in him. This is why he was trying so hard to be useful to Lily when they first became friends. This is why he got himself groomed by the Death Eaters. This is also why he was so easily manipulated by Dumbledore.

Speaking of Dumbledore, he has to have taught Snape the patronus charm and it must have happened sometime between his defection and the Potters’ death. Now imagine what that might have looked like.

Dumbledore explains how the patronus works. Snape tries, recalling one of his happy childhood moments with Lily, and fails. He chooses another memory and fails again. Dumbledore tells him it has to be something really powerful. Snape is out of ideas, the only happy memories he has are of his childhood friendship with Lily but that friendship is over, it has been for a while, she’s married to his bully and having his child, and on top of that, she’s being targeted by Voldemort and it’s all his fault. Reminiscing their past together is nowhere near enough to fuel the patronus. Then Snape projects into the future in which thanks to him, Lily is safe, she forgives him for his past mistakes and they make up. This time he successfully conjures his trademark doe.

I imagine that, after Lily died, Snape would have had trouble producing a patronus. That would be until Dumbledore pointed out how even in death she still needed him to protect her child. He would then focus on a future in which Voldemort is defeated, Harry is safe, his debt with Lily is paid and his sins are redeemed.

Dumbledore knows that Snape’s doe patronus is related to Lily but it’s probably because he taught him the charm himself and in doing so he learned that it was thoughts and memories of her that fueled it. Not because it was (presumably, mind you) the same shape as hers.

That said, I’m firmly convinced that if Snape had survived the war he would again have had trouble producing a proper patronus, not because of any change in his feelings towards Lily but rather because with Harry safe and Voldemort gone, he’d find himself lacking a purpose. If, for example, he got himself involved with someone else, someone who would make him feel needed, he might be able to produce a patronus again but it would most certainly remain a doe.

Tonks’ patronus is an interesting one because it actually changes its shape in the course of the narrative. We know it became a wolf after Tonks fell in love with and started dating Lupin.

Yes, it’d be easy to assume that the wolf represents the character whose name is literally Wolfy McWolf and who’s also a werewolf but that would be both shallow and inaccurate.

Tonks’ wolf, not unlike Lily and James’ stag and dear, is symbolically tied to the concept of family and friendship. We don’t know what drove Tonks forward before she became involved with Lupin but we can easily deduce that what drives her afterward is the thought of being with him. When she conjures her patronus, she probably thinks of a future in which they have a proper relationship or perhaps start a family. When Snape makes a dab at her patronus he isn’t just being mean. Knowing Lupin, he probably expects him not to take responsibility for his actions towards Tonks and wiggle out of the relationship the moment things get a little bit too serious for his liking. In saying her patronus is weak he’s trying to warn her not to put her faith in Lupin.

In the end, I’d like to mention Dumbledore’s patronus. Just like a phoenix is reborn from its ashes, Dumbledore rises up from the pit of his troubled youth. When in the vicinity of a Dementor, he must be plagued by thoughts of his misplaced aspirations, of Ariana’s death, and his fall out with Grindelwald. The thought I believe he focuses on in those moments is that of having rehabilitated himself in the eyes of society, and having ultimately become a champion of the light.

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Wolfstar Microfics - Cuddle

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It didn’t mean anything.

At least that’s what Remus kept repeating in his head over and over. Like a mantra. Like a prayer.

It had been a bad moon, the worst since the Snape incident. James and Sirius had detention and Pete couldn’t go alone, so Remus was alone in the Shrieking Shack for the first time in years as he transformed. Nobody heard his screams. Nobody winced at the cracks of his bones. Nobody looked on, eyes full of… something Remus still couldn’t quite place.

He’d thought it was pity at first, but it was probably closer to concern, sympathy, or maybe even anguish. James and Pete would always look away as it happened, but Sirius would hold eye contact with him until it was time to turn into Padfoot.

He’d found it a little intrusive at first. As though Sirius saw him as a zoo animal, but after far too much fire whisky one Friday night, Sirius had told him that he did it to help Remus remember who he really was as he transformed. That he was Remus and not the wolf. Needless to say, the absence of that strangely intimate moment was incredibly hard, and the wolf tore himself apart more than he had ever done before.

He would usually wake up in the shack with the other three fussing over him until Madam Pomfrey arrived, but that particular morning, when he woke up, he was already in the hospital wing. He slowly got his bearings before he felt the warm breath on his neck.

He turned his head, wincing as the healing wounds pulled, and saw Sirius, asleep next to him in the hospital bed, with his head on Remus’ shoulder, his arm slung across Remus’ tender stomach, and his legs tangled with Remus’. Remus froze. Everything hurt, and he felt a lump in his throat as tears pricked his eyes viciously, but not because of the pain. He sniffled softly before resting his cheek on the top of Sirius’ head, and then he fell asleep again.

When he woke up the second time, he was alone. He’d have been able to convince himself that he dreamed it if it wasn’t for a damp patch on his shoulder, where Sirius had evidently drooled on him. He looked around and found Madam Pomfrey bustling towards him. He tried to sit up but pain radiated through his whole body that took his breath away.

“No, no. Don’t move, Mr Lupin.” Madam Pomfrey said as she reached his bedside. “I have some potions here for you that will help, and naturally, they taste awful.”

“Naturally.” Remus’ voice was hoarse, from all the howling, he assumed. “Was Sirius here?”

“You just missed him. Mr Potter came and dragged him to lunch. He wasn’t very happy about it at all, but I threatened to ban him for the rest of the day if he didn’t eat”

Remus chuckled softly. “A wise plan.” He opened his mouth and let her pour each of the five potions in, and only one made him gag, which wasn’t bad by his standards. “It was bad this time, wasn't it?”

“Worst you’ve been in a good while, certainly.” She looked down at him. “I won’t pretend that I don’t know why, but your secret is safe with me. I was very tempted to put a stop to it when I realised what your friends were doing, but you clearly have a handle on things, and anything that helps is a win in my book. The look on Mr Black’s face when he brought you here this morning was… well, he cares for you very much, Remus. You make a fine couple if you don’t mind me saying.”

“Oh, we’re not— No— He’s not— We’re not a couple,” Remus said, wide-eyed. “He’s just my friend.”

“Hmmm, we’ll see.” Madam Pomfrey said as she walked away from his bed.

It didn’t mean anything. It didn’t mean anything!

Less than five minutes later, the door creaked open and Sirius poked his head into the hospital wing and grinned when he saw Remus was awake. He crept over to his bed and sat on the edge of it.

“How are you feeling, Moons?” Sirius asked earnestly.

“Sore, but the potions should kick in soon.” He smiled softly at Sirius. “Thank you for staying with me this morning, Pads.”

Sirius frowned slightly, “How did you know it was me?”

“Besides waking up a few hours ago with your head on my shoulder and your arm…” He pressed his lips together, not daring to finish that sentence. “You drooled on my shoulder, you daft mutt.”

Sirius looked thoroughly offended until he spotted the dark spot on Remus’ shoulder, at which point he barked out a laugh, throwing his head back. “Fuck! Sorry. Blame Padfoot.”

“Padfoot didn’t fall asleep on me, you did,” Remus said. “It was… uh, nice, actually.”

“Best I’ve slept in ages,” Sirius admitted, as a blush bloomed along his cheekbones. “You’re like a Moony-sized hot water bottle.”

“Well if you need warming up over Christmas break…” Remus trailed off, suddenly looking away from Sirius, mortified that he’d said that. James and Peter were leaving for Christmas the following day, and he and Sirius would be alone in the dorm for two weeks, and now Remus was bringing up cuddling?

A slight smirk appeared on Sirius’ lips. “Yeah, I think I probably will.”

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Project Eve (Harry Potter x reader) part 2

Synopsis: When accidentally sent back in time fifty years, Y/n turns to the most famous wizards for help

Or

Y/n must attend her final years of school fighting for her life at Hogwarts while trying not to fall in love with one of the most famous wizards in the world

Authors note: omg thank you guys so much for actually enjoying the story like I just expected this to just float around. And I’m so sorry😭 like I can give a ton of excuses but I genuinely appreciate you guys reading it and patiently waiting

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“Lionel!” Y/n whisper shouted while catching the creature “You can’t do that” she tells him while pulling him close to her chest “They might send you back home if they catch you” but the small animal didn’t care, he still tried to wiggle out of her arms “What are you trying to get?” Y/n cautiously looked around the empty compartment “Lionel am I going to die?” She whispered while taking a small step forward. Wait… Y/n put the animal away in her pouch and knelt down to the ground no… I must be going crazy. She stood upright with a sigh, she’d miss the carriage ride to Hogwarts for her crazy pet for absolutely no reason. Well that was until she took another step and nearly tripped. Y/n knelt back down to feel the ground to see if her eyes truly deceived her, not daring to make a sound. Is this… Y/n grabbed a fistful of the invisible fabric and tugged on it to reveal a frozen Harry “We haven’t even arrived at Hogwarts and you’re already in trouble”

The two walked back to together Hogwarts in a comfortable silence, well not for Harry, he was embarrassed that Y/n found him in such a state

“Sorry you missed the carriage ride” he awkwardly spat out but she shrugged her shoulders

“I would’ve missed it anyway” she tells him while crossing her arms “At least now I have someone to walk with”

A smile forms on Harry’s lips but then a question begged to be answered “How did you find me?”

She then began to fidget “Well…my pet…must’ve smelt you” she looks over at him with a smile “Besides, I can recognize your smell anywhere”

Smell? Once Y/n turned back, Harry quickly sniffed his armpits “So…you have a pet?”

Y/n nodded “Lionel is a pain in the arse” she then turns back to him with a cheeky smile“But he’s my pain”

Harry smiles with her “I would love to meet him one day”

“Oh, about time” professor Flitwick sighs “I’ve been looking all over for you two” he opens his scrolls “Right, names?”

Harry frowns “Professor Flitwick, you’ve known me for five years”

The man shook his head “No exceptions Potter”

Y/n looked towards the group of unfamiliar people “Who are all of those people?”

“Aurors” Flitwick answered “For security”

The reality of the situation soon began to settle in Y/n’s stomach. This was real and they were going to war, this was truly life or death.

“Nice face Potter” Draco snarled but frowned once he looked over at you. Professor Snape hit the back of Draco’s head and urged him to continue his walk back to the castle.

“May I ask how you ended up with a broken nose?” She questioned while turning back to Harry

“Malfoy”

She nodded “I would’ve thought that after last year you would’ve left that family alone” as soon as the words left her lips, she regretted it. The painful thoughts of Sirius dying flooded both of their minds “Here” she pulls out her wand “Let me fix it for you”

Harry gives a greatful smile but was still lost in thought about Sirius, but not completely lost in thought to stop her from walking away “What? No kiss to make it better?”

Y/n gave the boy a surprised look “I thought you grew past this”

Harry shakes his head with a pout “It still really hurts”

With a playful roll of her eyes, she walks over to the boy did he grow a few inches? She holds onto his shoulders to jump onto her tip toes, and plants a gentle kiss onto his nose “All better now?” She barely whispers, afraid to move or breathe

“I think one more might help” Y/n’s face grew hot with embarrassment when did he become so…

“I think you need to learn to stay out of harms way” she moved away from him to continue their walk, trying to get her emotions in control “Well this is your stop” she tells him while stopping in front of the great hall

“You’re not coming to dinner?” He asked and she shook her head

“I’ve got to let Lionel out before he runs rampant again, but I’ll see you later” she turns to leave but Harry was eager to ask one last question

“Do I smell?”

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“Attention to detail is the prerequisite of all planning” Y/n did think she’d be learning a lot more spells in defense against the dark arts with Snape as professor, but her passion was in potions. There was absolutely nothing she had against Professor Slughorn, hell he seemed like a fun ditzy teacher, but Snape was the person who made her so passionate on potions “Ah” Slughorn whirls around “Harry my boy I was beginning to worry” Y/n’s eyes dart up to see Harry and Ron stumble into the room

I truly can’t escape him

“We don’t have any books” Harry tells the man

“Take what you need from the cupboard” Slughorn then turns back to the class “Now as I was saying, I prepared some concoctions this morning. Any ideas what they might be?” Hermione’s hand shot up “Miss L/n” all eyes fall on her “I hear from professor Snape that you’re a brilliant witch and incredibly talented in potions”

“Snape think highly of anyone?” Pansy snorts “She must be screwing him” a couple of students giggle but Y/n rolls her eyes and steps forward anyways

“That’s Veritaserum” she tells him “The truth telling serum” she looks over at the second pot “This is a polyjuice potion, tricky to make and disgusting to drink” Y/n paused as she watched as the two boys fought over the last book

What a dork

“And the last one is Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world”

“Ahh, and you must be miss Granger” Y/n quickly looks away once the boys finally turned around

“Yes sir, may I continue?”

Might as well

Y/n fell back in line with the others with a irritated huff

If Snape were here, we’d probably be making these potions

She then scoffs

Who needs a love potion anyway….

Y/n’s lips form into a tight line

A love potion is quite literally the reason I’m stuck here

“Sir, you haven’t told us what was in that one” Katie points out and Slughorn grabs it with a smile

“What you see before you ladies and gentlemen is a curious little potion known as Felix Felicis”

“Or your modern day liquid luck” Y/n muttered

“Yes miss L/n, liquid luck” he holds it up to show the class “Desperately tricky to make, disastrous if made wrong” now this caught her attention, a challenge, something worth her time. Who needs a small vial when you can craft the potion yourself? This could be her ticket home, maybe she just needed luck to be on her side to figure out what she was doing wrong.

Drought of living death?

Y/n scoffs

I could do that with my eyes closed

After all, it was a potion that hit close to home for her, almost like the domino effect. Y/n opened up the tattered book and tilted her head in confusion.

Property of the Half blood prince?

Y/n looked around to see if anyone was missing a book, she thought about taking it to the lost and found but quickly dismissed the idea once she seen that it was covered in notes. It was a curious thing, notes scribbled everywhere along the book, on every page explaining in great detail how to craft each potion.

Y/n looked around the room and watched as everyone struggled to cut their sopophorus bean “How did you do that?” Hermione demanded to know while the others looked over at her

“Try crushing it” she suggested while looking back down at the book

“No, it specifically says to cut it”

Y/n slowly looked back up “As long as you extract the juice, it shouldn’t matter how you get it” Hermione frowns but does as she says. However, Harry on the other hand struggled to read off of Ron’s book he’ll need liquid luck more than I will “Harry” the boy quickly looks up and she slides him her book

“Then how will you craft the potion?” She waved her hand in dismissal

“It’s easy enough to-”

“Easy?” Hermione then scoffs at her words

Y/n turns back to the boy “Trust me, you’ll want to read this book” the boy looks down at the desk with a curious gaze.

It took no time at all for Harry to quickly brew his potion but he wasn’t the only one who had eyes lingering on him “Well if it’s so easy, why aren’t you brewing it?”

Y/n looked up at the girl “Because I already know how to brew it” she tells her nonchalantly while crossing her arms “I don’t want the vial of liquid luck, I want to be able to craft it”

“Quite the ambition miss L/n” Slughorn chuckled while walking over to them

She shrugs her shoulders “Well I love a challenge” she then looks over “If I can brew some of the hardest potions in the world, what would I need luck for?” Slughorn loved that, a student that wanted to know more and had a passion for the subject he loved so dearly.

“How about you meet me after class Miss L/n” he tells her “Perhaps I could offer a potion that would be worth your while”

“So she’s got a thing for potion professors?” Pansy joked, causing half the class to laugh

“And you’ve got a thing for Draco even though he doesn’t even know your first name” the class ooo’ed “I mean I’d be so miserable all the time if the cute nickname he gave me was pug face Parkinson”

That was certainly enough to anger the girl enough to jump out of her seat “Settle down miss Parkinson” Slughorn tells her while hurrying over to her desk “We wouldn’t want you to do anything that could lead you into detention now would we?”

Once class was over, Slughorn congratulated Harry on creating the potion correctly, but Harry wasn’t satisfied “Here” Y/n looks up to see Harry handing her the vial “I wouldn’t have made it without your help”

She shakes her head “You made it, so you’ve earned it”

The boy frowns “You would’ve made the potion first if you made it”

“Allegedly” the two turn to Hermione who awkwardly looks down “She would’ve allegedly made it correctly”

“Why don’t you just play rock paper scissors?” Ron suggested and Hermione scoffs

“This is ridiculous, why don’t you just-”

“Seems fair to me” Harry tells her and Y/n puts her bag down with a sigh

“You’re going to win Harold, this is just a waste of time” Y/n held out her fist and waited for Ron to count them off

“Rock…paper…scissors………..SHOOT!”

Harry held out scissors while Y/n held out paper

“Right then” Hermione nods “It’s settled”

But Harry stubbornly shook his head “I want a rematch”

“Mate” Ron leans into his ear “You won”

“She knew what I was going to pick”

Y/n rolled her eyes ���Of course I did, I have good intuition”

“Shoot!” Y/n quickly held out rock while Harry threw paper. This went on for another thirty seconds until Hermione groaned in annoyance

“Harry she’s clearly going to let you win no matter what so just keep it!”

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“Well if you’re so curious to know, why don’t you ask Y/n?” Ron asked and Hermione frowned

“And why exactly would I do that?” She huffed

“Because she was the one to give Harry the book” Hermione stubbornly crossed her arms and stomped towards the girl who was currently making a snowman

“Where did you find the book Y/n?”

“Mione!”

Y/n slowly looked up to see the golden trio approach her “Oh hey guys”

“The book” she demanded “Where did you get it from?”

Y/n slowly stands up in confusion “What book?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know!”

“Hermione it’s not that serious!” Ron tells her and Harry turns to the girl covered in snow

“I’m sorry about Hermione” he apologized “She’s just a bit annoyed that I have the potions book you gave me”

“It’s practically cheating!”

Harry turned back to Y/n “We just wanted to know who the half blood prince was”

But Y/n just shrugged her shoulders “I haven’t got a clue in the world” she tells them honestly “I just found it in the cupboard” Within a blink of an eye, Katie Bell was strung up into the air as if she were possessed “HOLY SHIT!” The trio quickly whip around while her friend starts screaming.

I thought this only happened in horror movies

I might as well be living in a horror movie

“Everyone get back” Hagrid tells the bunch as he gently picks up the girl “And don’t you dare touch that” they all turn to Harry who was about to touch the necklace “Only pick it up with the cloth”

The five of them explained the entire situation to Mcgonagall, Snape, and Dumbledore while their hearts anxiously beat out their chest

“Why is it when something happens, it’s always you four?” Hermione gave Y/n a quick side eye, which she took as her memo to leave

“I actually have nothing to do with this, just came to give my statement” Y/n awkwardly held up finger guns as she slowly backed away “I’m…gonna take my leave now”

☾

“Again” Y/n let out a frustrated sigh

“It’s never going to happen!” She yells but the man in front of her felt no sympathy

“Again”

She throws her head back “Professor, we’ve been at this for HOURS”

“And yet you still can’t preform the simple spell” Snape tells her “Again”

She tries to preform the spell but inevitably fails “I’m good at potions! Why can’t you teach me potions? Why am I the only one who has to learn this?”

“Because this is war miss L/n��� he tells her “What good is brewing potions when you’re in a battle?”

With yet another failed attempt, Y/n shut the book in frustration “This is stupid!”

That earned her a smack upside the head “You have the ability to preform the spell but you refuse to rid your mind of any intruding thoughts” she rubs the back of her head with a frown “Focus miss L/n”

“Well I don’t want to kill anyone” she mumbled which earned another smack

“It’s either your life or theirs” he tells her “Again”With one last breath, she cleared her mind and aimed her wand at the dummy “Any day now” he drawls and the spell successfully hits the dummy

Y/n quickly whips around in excitement “I DID IT!” She practically jumps onto the man to hug him “We did it professor!” Snape visibly tensed under her touch, wanting to reject the embrace but also wanting to enjoy the slight happiness her excitement brought him

“Get…off of me” Y/n peels herself off of him and lets out a nervous chuckle

“Forgive my excitement professor” she quickly bows in respect “Sometimes I get too excited for my own good” she then puts her wand away “If you don’t mind me asking though, why do you keep teaching me these overly advanced spells?”

Snape takes this opportunity to distance himself from the clingy girl “I’m afraid you’ll need them more than you think”

She tilts her head in confusion “Do you plan on teaching everyone these complicated yet very dangerous spells?”

“No”

“Then why me?” He stops and turns to her

“Because you keep deciding to follow Potter and all of his expeditions despite my constant warnings”

A pout makes its way onto her face “Then you ought to be training Harry as well”

“Mr Potter doesn’t exactly see eye to eye with me the way you do”

“Then make him professor!” She begged “Show him that you’re not the bad guy he claims you to be!”

Snape then goes back over to his book “Believe it or not miss L/n, I simply do not care what Potter may think of me. You are my main priority”

“Why?” She questioned “I’m not the chosen one”

“Yes, however, you may be in just as much danger as him, if not more”

“If not more?” She slowly turns around and looks at the clock

“The next defensive spell you’re going to learn is-”

“IM LATE” Snape’s eyes snap up from his book “I’m late to Slughorn’s dinner” she quickly gathers her things

“You can not honestly believe some dinner with that bafoon is more important than this”

“Sorry professor!” She calls out while running out the door “Same time tomorrow?”

She was comical in his eyes, it was almost endearing how much he cared for her but refused to show it “You fool” but even his insults to her didn’t sound genuine

Shitshitshitshit

Y/n bursts through the doors and quickly bows “im so sorry for my tardiness” she made her way to the empty seat “I’m usually never late but it seems time got the best of me”

The pale yellow chiffon dress was ruffled yet somehow made the disastrous girl look elegant “It’s alright my dear” Slughorn tells her once she sits down but Harry quickly stands up, catching everyone’s attention “We we’re just talking about the occupations of everyone’s parents” once their eyes met, Harry took his seat but his gaze never fully left her

“Grangers parents clean teeth” Blaise Zabini chuckled which made everyone else laugh, everyone except Hermione

“What does your parents do Y/n? Since you’re such a mystery”

Y/n’s eyes faltered “Professor, why don’t you tell us about how you invented the cure for dragon pox?”

Slug horns eyes lit up “Yes! Of course, well it was 1967-”

“I’m sorry professor” Hermione interrupts “I’m just really curious about Y/n’s parents”

Y/n looked down at the huge bowl of ice cream in front of her and let out a soft sigh “Before they died, my father was a professor to some preppy wizard academy and my mother pursed her passion in inventing potions” that instantly killed the mood “She’s the reason I love brewing potions” she shrugged her shoulders “I plan on becoming the most successful potion brewer in the world” she then uses her spoon to play in her food “I know it sounds childish but I’m going to finish her work and have both of our names on shelves, in books, everywhere”

Slughorn claps his hands together “If only we had wizards that were just as ambitious as you!” Y/n sheepishly shrugged her shoulders “What’s the name we should be looking for my dear?”

“Eve” Y/n looks up at the man “My mums name was Eve”

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Harry searched the great hall for a familiar face, causing Hermione to scoff “Do I even need to ask who you’re looking for?”

Harry turns to the others “I haven’t seen Y/n all day”

“She always turns up eventually” she tells him before pointing to the door “Look, there she is now”

Y/n hauled herself into the hall with a picket sign dragging behind her, obviously exhausted from her previous endeavors “Y/n!” She looks over towards the Gryfindor table and gives a tired smile before making her way over.

“Hey guys” she greets as she plops down next to Ron

“We haven’t seen you all day” Harry speaks up “Where have you been?”

“Protesting” she casually replied while loading her plate with food

“Free house elves you lazy pigs” Ron reads off her sign and she nods

“Pretty cool huh?” She holds up the sign to show the others “The words change into a picture of Fudge as a pig, isn’t that wicked?”

“How mature” Hermione mumbles into her cup

“Absolutely brilliant”

“I’m sure Fudge wouldn’t be too happy to see that” Ron adds on and Y/n nods

“He wasn’t” she starts “Tried having the lot of us arrested, if I wasn’t taught how to apperate, I probably would’ve been sleeping in a cell”

Hermione scrunched her eyebrows “Who taught you how to apperate?” Dumbledore in attempts to get her back home safely but ultimately failed “Do you even have a license?”

Y/n gave a plain face but a hand landed on her shoulder before she could answer “L/n” they all turned to see Blaise Zabini “Malfoy would like to talk to you” they all turned to Y/n with curiosity

“Draco can wait, I’m trying to explain why house elves are essentially slaves and how we need to free them” she then turns to Ron “Do you guys have a house elf?” He shakes his head “See! Even with as many people living in one house, they still have no need to own a house elf”

Blaise snorts “Probably can’t afford one”

“Well at least I know how to wipe my own arse”

Blaise moves to attack the ginger and Y/n jumps up to get in between them “Hey!” She puts her hands on Blaise’s chest “Draco wanted to see me right?”

The intimidating glare he gave Ron lasted a while before he finally looked back up at the girl “Right…”

“Then let’s have a chat shall we?”

Blaise led Y/n to the Slytherin dungeons and up to his and Draco’s shared room. Blaise was a handsome young man, probably scarier than Draco in her eyes, but attractive nonetheless. Which is exactly why she kept the small talk to a minimal on the walk there “We’re here”

She opens the door but he doesn’t move from his spot “You’re not coming?” He shook his head

“Malfoy said you had private matters to discuss” that made Y/n’s heart sink. Something so private that you can’t tell your best friend?

Her stress level began to rise as the boy closed the door behind her and Draco finally turns to face her “Hello Draco” she cooly greets while observing the room, making sure to avoid eye contact “You wanted to speak with me?”

The blonde nods “You have something that I need”

“Oh?” She grabs a family picture on Blaise’s nightstand “And that is?”

“Information” she then quirks a brow “So tell me, do I kill him?” Y/n quickly whips around

“Kill who?” She shakes her head “Draco, what are you talking about?”

“Cut the shit L/n, I know you’re from the future” her heart instantly stops “I over heard McGonagall talking about it so don’t try to play stupid”

But all she can do is play dumb “Draco I-”

“I mean it L/n” Draco was frantic, acting as if this were his only option

“Draco…” she slowly walked towards him “Even if what you’re saying is true, why would I help you?” But the look in his eyes said it all, he was scared “Why would you want my help? How do you know I won’t just run off and tell Harry?”

Draco roughly grabbed her arm “Do you understand what’s at stake here?!” He yelled “My life is on the line!”

“So I’m supposed to trade your life for countless others?” She yanked her arm away from him “Draco it’s never too late to do the right thing”

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND” y/n flinched at his harsh voice “I don’t have a choice, I HAVE to do this”

She slowly backs away from him while shaking her head “Draco I hope when the time comes, you’re on the right side of the battle” she then takes this opportunity to run out of the room and out the dungeon.

☾

“A niffler?” Y/n quickly whipped around to see Harry standing in the doorway of her room

“Shut that!” She whisper shouted while jumping up

Harry smiled with curiosity “I thought they were going extinct?”

“They are” she huffed while grabbing the blue feathered demon “Poachers like their feathers and bills” Lionel gave an innocent smile “I rescued Lionel and his family from a group of them over the summer” she explained while sitting back down on the bed “Lionel decided to follow me back, I tried bringing him back to his family, I even left all my valuable items” she looked down at the stubborn animal “But he refused to leave my side, didn’t matter what I did, he saw me as his mother” Lionel wiggled out of her arms and ran to Harry “He’s great company though, I’d just hate if a teacher caught him and sent him back to the wild, he wouldn’t stand a chance against those poachers”

Harry stared fondly at the girl “You rescued him from poachers?”

“Hey!” Harry looked down to see Lionel reaching for his watch “I’ve been rescuing animals all summer, I get some sort of rush from it” she explained “Protecting these poor animals from monsters that they don’t stand a chance against, giving them a fighting chance” she needed something to do other than find a way back home

“That’s incredibly dangerous, yet so incredibly brave of you” Y/n sheepishly shrugged her shoulders

“Might as well get used to using these spells and charms right?”

Harry’s smile slowly fades “What did Malfoy want with you? If you don’t mind me asking”

A tired sigh emits from the girl “He wanted my help”

Harry eagerly looks up at her “With what?”

“With…homework” she tells him and he relaxes a bit “He basically wanted me to do all of the work for him and I told him no”

Harry scoffs “Lazy git”

Y/n tilts her head in confusion “What did you think he wanted?”

“Nothing I-” but one look at those big soft orbs and he knew he couldn’t lie to her “I think he’s cursed Katie and I think he’s trying to kill Dumbledore”

She then began to get nervous “Strong accusations”

“Please don’t think I’m crazy” he begged while grabbing her hands “Not you of all people” she looked down at their intertwined hands “I was worried that he might’ve cursed you as well” the words were sweet and genuine, everything to make the girl want to spill her heart to the boy

“Well here I am” she tells him “Unharmed and not cursed” her eyes almost met his but slight movement caused her to yank her hands away “LIONEL!” She jump’s across the bed and chased the creature around the room “GIVE ME THAT WATCH BACK!”

☾

Sudden knocks shook Y/n from her thoughts “Yes?” The knocks became more eager as if they had the intentions of breaking down the door “Alright alright” she jumps out of bed and yanks the door open. She was met with a familiar set of green eyes, causing her to let out a small huff “Should’ve known it was you”

Harry gently pushes past her and looks around “You’re studying?” She shrugs her shoulders “What could you be studying today of all days?”

Y/n rests her hand on her hip “Today of all days….”

Harry lets out an exasperated sigh “The quidditch championship game”

Well that explains the uniform… “oh”

“Oh?” He shakes his head “Y/n this is probably the most important game Hogwarts has had in the past fifty years”

“Well in that case, good luck” she turns back to the book on her nightstand but Harry wasn’t satisfied

“You’re not coming?”

She shakes her head “I haven’t gone to a game all season, no reason to start”

Harry grabs the book from her “How about a personal invite from the captain of the Gryfindor team?”

Y/n lets out a loud sigh “Harryyy” she whined “I don’t know anything about quidditch, and I won’t even know anyone there”

The boy deadpans “The entire school will be there, besides, Hermione can explain it to you” she’d probably prefer I call her a mudblood

“Harry I-”

“Well if you don’t go, I’m not going” Harry stubbornly sits on her bed “Clearly it’s not that big of a deal”

All she could do was roll her eyes “You can’t miss your own game Harold, you’re captain”

He shrugs his shoulders “They’ll be fine without me”

“Just like you will be fine without me there”

Harry opens the book he previously confiscated from her “How to properly time travel, the do’s and don’t’s on how to manipulate time” Her eyes widened, terrified of what conversations this book would bring, she lunged after the boy but he was faster “Must truly be fascinating for you to act like this” it was a tiresome battle for dominance that Y/n inevitably lost “Perhaps it’s enchanted and you don’t want me to read what it truly says” he thinks aloud while straddling her waist “Or maybe you want to time travel for a very specific reason”

“Harry give it back” she grunts but is met with a cheeky grin

“I’ll give it back if you come to the game” y/n yells in frustration but an idea pops into his head “You know what? You’re right” Harry drops the book, causing Y/n to quirk a brow at his sudden mood change “I shouldn’t hold your book hostage” he dismounts the girl and she sits up with confusion

“I’m…glad we’re on the same page” but this was Harry that they were talking about, he was equally as stubborn as her so there was no way he would give up without a fight

“Exactly, why keep a book hostage when you can just get another” and within an instant, Harry scoops her off the bed and throws her over his shoulder

“HARRY!”

“I’ll just take you hostage” Harry proceeds to exit the Hufflepuff common room with her beating against his back “We ought to be quick though, call time is in thirty”

“Harry I don’t think you understand how immature you’re being”

Harry tilts his head in confusion “oh I’m being immature?” He then spins her around, earning a loud scream in response “I thought I was being reasonable asking you to be in attendance of just one of my games”

“Harry…”

“Don’t you want to support your best friend at the biggest event of their life?”

“Best friend?”

Harry was greatful she couldn’t see how flustered he got, but that didn’t stop his stuttering “well- best mate-best-best Gryfindor”

“Best Gryfindor?” She questioned which only made him blush even more “I feel like this can’t be the biggest event of your life”

“The biggest non life threatening event, how about that?”

Once they made it to the locker room, Harry gently puts her back onto her feet. There was a brief moment where he couldn’t take his eyes off of her; the way the snow stuck to her messy hair, the way her face was dusted with a light rosy blush from the cold weather, the way her dark bushy eyebrows furrowed in frustration, if he had it his way, he would stare at her for hours.

“What?” She huffed while crossing her bare arms “I don’t get a private escort to my seat?”

A twinge of guilt hit Harry “ ‘m sorry darling” that comment easily made her flustered “I’ll be crucified if I’m late again, being team captain and all” that’s when he noticed her looking away and covered in goosebumps “Here” Harry strips himself of his coat and placed it over her shoulders “This oughta keep you warm”

A small smile formed on Y/n’s face “What about you?” She asked while pulling her arms through the holes “You’ll be even colder with the wind whipping by”

He simply shrugs his shoulders “We have uniforms, I promise I’ll be fine”

But with every bashful smile that was formed, a jealous scowl followed

“Harry” Ginny called out “Call time remember?” The entire interaction itself made her upset, but Harry giving her his coat was simply the straw that broke the camel’s back

Harry whipped his head back to look at Y/n with a cheesy grin “A kiss for good luck?”

Y/n rolls her eyes “As if you’ll need it”

“I know” he shrugs his shoulders “But it’s a big game, I’ll need all the luck I can get”

Y/n shakes her head in disbelief “How about you win the game, and I’ll THINK about it”

“You’ll think about it?”

“I’ll THINK about it Potter”

Harry’s eyes twinkled “I’ll just make sure we win then”

“Good” she zips up the coat with another smile “I would hate if you dragged me out here for no reason”

Once Y/n made her way to her seat it was only a matter of time before the game started and Harry began to show off.

Harry would often fly towards the hufflepuff stands to get Y/n’s attention which obviously worked. He would also do dangerous tricks in which she would shout ‘show off’

Between Harry’s cockiness and Ron’s new confidence, the game was easily won by Gryfindor, which didn’t surprise her in the least.

The victory meant she had a party to attend to, but that also meant she got to kiss Harry. A bashful smile formed across her face as she thought about how much she wanted to kiss him.

Y/n carefully maneuvered through the crowd of drunk teenagers that cheered for the team. It’s not like she was friends with many Gryfindors, but she figured after Harry’s win she should make a short appearance, maybe even give him a kiss or two.

For just a moment, Y/n was able to forget about the Great War, time traveling, and special assignments from other teachers. For once she felt like a normal teenager attending a party just to see their crush, heart beating out of her chest from the nerves. Well…that was until she noticed Ginny grab the green eyed boy and kiss him.

Her smile dropped and her heart shattered. For the first time in her time traveling experience, time had seemed to stop.

I mean they end up married with kids, what did you expect?

Y/n quickly turned on her heel and left the party before she was seen

Why would you even think you had a chance?

I don’t belong here, I can’t possibly date him

Why would you even believe he liked you like that? Harry’s nice to everyone

Y/n quickly shoved her way through the crowd and practically ran once she made it out of the common room

I’m so stupid

She ran into the empty classroom and slammed the door shut

Stupid stupid stupid

Tears clouded her eyes as she summoned her cauldron

You fell in love with a married man you IDIOT

But she couldn’t help the fact that it hurt. She never meant to fall in love with Harry, she never meant to travel back in time.

She could barely measure the ingredients she was grabbing as her mind clouded with anger. It wasn’t until she broke the jar of unicorn hair that she broke into gut wrenching sobs.

Y/n never expected to feel a pain like this, in fact, she couldn’t understand why it felt like this. She’d experience heartbreak before, hell, she watched everyone close to her die and yet…nothing hurt more than this.

“Wasting ingredients are we?”

Y/n jumps at the voice, nearly knocking over her potion “I’m sorry professor” she sniffled “ I can restock the ingredients I used”

Snape peers into the cauldron “Amortentia?”

“It’s one of the hardest potions to brew” she explains while adding the final ingredient “When I want to get my mind off of things, I try crafting incredibly difficult potions”

Snape wasn’t an idiot, but he definitely wasn’t the person to go to for comfort “What does it smell like?”

Y/n blinked in confusion “what do you mean?”

“If the potion is brewed correctly, you’ll be able to smell what attracts you” he drawls “Now what do you smell?”

It was stupid. The real reason for brewing the potion was to confirm what she had already knew “something dark…and citrusy…” She took another deep breath “a warm buttery…maple-y pie…” it didn’t matter how hard she tried to distinguish other smells, all she could smell was him

“It pains me to see such talent come from a student from the future” he finally speaks up in his monotonous voice “You would’ve been the smartest witch in your era”

Y/n looked down with sad eyes and a sheepish smile “Thank you professor” it was rare that Snape would play nice, let alone give a compliment. He must truly pity me

“I suppose you deserve a bottle of amortentia since you correctly brewed it” he hands her the small vial that he just ladled out “I would hope you weren’t dumb enough to use it”

She quickly shook her head “of course not professor” y/n was about to thank him and bid her farewell but a simple yet difficult question stopped her

“How do I die?”

Y/n looked up at the man in confusion “What do you-”

“I double cross the dark lord” he tells her “He’d be a fool not to kill me” he turns his back to her while she stared fondly at him

“Harry named his son after you” she tells him, not caring about the future in this moment “Albus Severus”

Snape seemed content enough with her answer that she was almost able to slip away “Fifty points from hufflepuff for brewing a dangerous potion unsupervised” a frown made its way to her face but it was to be expected

“Sorry professor” she goes to make her escape but was stopped yet again

“You’re aware that I double cross the dark lord…” he drawls “And yet you treat me as if I were a hero”

Y/n shook her head “Because you are and it’s been an absolute dream being able to mentor under you” this confused the man “My mum used to go on and on about how important your role was in the final battle and how no one could’ve executed it the way that you did” she then scoffed “I often thought she fancied you from the way she went on and on about you” she then gave a half smile “When she passed…I wanted to do anything I could to feel closer to her, which happened to be potion making. I figured if she loved you, you couldn’t be that bad”

Snape didn’t know what to say or how to feel, there was no way in hell he would give her a hug “Leave”

Y/n looks down and nods “Yes sir”

☾

Harry looked around the great hall in disappointment “Has anyone seen Y/n?”

Ginny let out a scoff “Probably in detention”Hermione watched in disgust as Ron fed Lavender “Some of us would like to eat”

Ron shrugged his shoulders “No one’s stopping you”

Unbeknownst to the group, Romilda poured a love potion into Harry’s drink while they were distracted

“Well we don’t want to vomit” Ginny argued

Ron looked between the two girls and over at Harry who quickly hid his face by taking a drink of his pumpkin juice.

The girl anxiously watched as he chugged the drink “Hey Harry” the boy quickly puts the cup down and wipes his mouth

“Good morning Romilda”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmead with me today” she looked down with a shy smile, completely expecting him to agree to her proposal but there was one thing she didn’t calculate

“Oh there’s Y/n” Hermione interrupted and Harry’s head quickly swiveled to the door

Y/n strolled into the great hall with her hands in her pockets of her sweatpants, her curly untamable hair looked wilder than usual, the last three buttons of her white dress shirt were unbuttoned, while her Hufflepuff tie hung loosely tied around her neck.

Ginny snorted “How classy” but in Harry’s eyes she looked gorgeous

“She looks like a missing angel from heaven” the group turned to the boy “I can’t believe Hogwarts would let someone so perfect attend”

Romilda however shook her head in disbelief “Harry!” She snapped her fingers in his face “Harry look at me” but the boy just watched as the girl made her way to the Hufflepuff table

“Excuse me” the boy stands up and they all give him a weird look

“Where are you going?” Hermione questioned

“I’m going to go speak with the most beautiful person in the room” both Ginny and Romilda frowned as the boy made his way to Y/n

“About time he’s gained a bit of confidence to ask her out” Ron piped in while the girls scolded him

“Good morning beautiful” Y/n looked around in confusion

“Hey Harry” she yawned

“Another sleepless night without me?” Everyone around them grew silent to eavesdrop “I hope it’s me running through your mind and not another”

Y/n tilted her head in confusion “Are you alright Harry?”

“Much better now that you’re here” she placed the back of her hand on his forehead and he closes his eyes with a dreamy smile

“Harry, you’re getting hotter and hotter by the second” she pulls her hand away and he pouts

“Must be the side effects from touching an ethereal beauty” it wasn’t very noticeable, but she did catch it

“Harry look at me” the boy happily complies to her order

“Anything for you darling” Y/n gently removed his glasses to hopefully get a better look at what she thought she saw, Heart shaped pupils,That made Y/n’s heart ache a little more “Where are you going love?” The boy pouted as she put his glasses back on and stood up

“I’m going to brew you a cure for this” Harry jumps up as well

“Sweetheart, there’s no cure for true love”

Y/n shook her head with disappointment “You don’t love me Harry”

“I do!” He yelled “I do love you Y/n! I’ll scream it at the top of my lungs if it’ll make you believe me!”

Y/n grabbed a daily prophet off the table and hit him on top of the head with it “Stop it Harry, you’re making a fool of yourself!” She whisper shouted as everyone in the hall watched

Harry took her hands in his own “If I’m a fool for being in love with the prettiest, the sweetest, the brightest witch Hogwarts has ever had then so be it”

Y/n yanked her hand away and wacked him again “Get a grip Harold” she looked over to the gryfindor table “I’m going to fix…whatever this is”

“You can’t make these feelings I have for you go away darling” she hated that she loved that he was saying these sweet things to her, she hated that she wished he meant these things and that it wasn’t a love potion.

Y/n just had to roll her eyes to act like the things he said didn’t affect her and yanked his arm to drag him out of the great hall.

“Why can’t you just accept that I’m in love with you?” Harry argued as they finally made their way to Y/n’s room

“Because you’re not Harry”

The boy frowned “you know I’m tired of people telling me what I can and can’t do, who I can and can’t be in love with, but you know what? I’m the chosen one” y/n rolls her eyes and continued to search her book but Harry gently lifts her chin up to look at her “Darling, you’re everything I wanted love to be”

Y/n’s eyes flicker back down “But this isn’t love Harry, just a cruel manipulative way to mess with someone’s view of love”

Harry shook his head “Just kiss me” her eyes quickly snapped to his “Let me prove to you how much I love you, let me show you that this isn’t some love potion, let me show you that it’s you and it’ll always be you”

For just a minute she wanted to believe his words, to think that he pretended to drink the juice with the potion and this is how he truly felt. That he would confess his love in front of everyone, no matter how embarrassing and call her such sweet names that would always make her heart flutter, but he wasn’t hers to love “I can’t kiss you in good sense like this Harry”

“But Y/n-”

“If you drink this potion and still want me to kiss you, I’ll suffocate you with endless kisses…but until then…” she sadly looks at the boy, knowing he wouldn’t “I’ve found a cure for this”

She quickly got off the bed to craft said cure Harry watched her like she was the only thing that mattered. He absolutely adored her, he loved the way her eyebrows furrowed when she concentrated, or how she would nibble on her fingers when lost in thought. He couldn’t possibly understand why she wouldn’t believe he loved her.

As Y/n finished brewing the potion, she noticed a small note towards the bottom of the page

For this multipurpose love spell cure to successfully work, the drinker must kiss the person they’re infatuated with

With wide eyes and now shaky hands, Y/n slowly put her spoon down to reread the sentence to make sure she read it correctly.

“Y/n my love, are you alright?” It’s no big deal, we’re friends, friends can kiss platonically…even if one of them fancies the other

Y/n slapped her hands over her face and let out a loud groan that only worried Harry more “Yeah…” she slides her hands down her face and shook her head “You win chosen one” the green eyes boy cutely tilts his head in confusion, making Y/n bite her tongue to stop herself from screaming in frustration. If it weren’t morally wrong, I’d use a love potion on him too.

Y/n ladles a cup out for him and gently sits next to him on the bed “You’re going to drink this potion and-”

“I don’t need some cure Y/n” he stubbornly pushed the cup away from her “I love you” he insisted “I may never find words beautiful enough to describe all that you mean to me, but I will spend the rest of my life searching for them if you just please…just listen to me” Y/n looked up at him with teary eyes, ultimately defeated knowing that no matter how hard she tried to hide her feelings for Harry, she was no Ginny Weasley. Harry on the other hand retreated once he saw the look on her face“Darling I’m sorry” but she just shakes her head and blinks away her tears “I didn’t mean to make you cry I-” he takes the cup from her hands and downs the potion to make her happy

“You know, maybe in another universe we end up happy together” she then pulls the boy into a long but needed kiss. Harry, desperate to show her just how much he loved her while Y/n knew this would be the first and only kiss she’d get from the boy so she had to savor the moment. Once she finally pulls away, she anxiously looked at the boy to see if it worked “How do you feel?”

“I told you I feel-” his heart shaped pupils reverted back to normal, his heartbeat was now at a normal rhythm, and his body temperature quickly lowered “I feel-” Harry then regurgitates all over her rug

“Harry!”

“I’m sorry” the boy apologized while she grabbed her wand to clean the now pink stained carpet “I’m so sorry, I don’t know why that happened” he then pulls out his wand “Here, let me”

“No” she huffed “You need to rest”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion “Rest? No I’m fine, just me-”

“Harry James Potter” the boy froze in his spot “Go to your room and get some rest….please” he could feel the irritation radiating off of her, but that didn’t stop him from giving her one last puppy dog pout. Once the vomit was gone, she threw her arms to her sides “I’ll see you later Harold”

Harry looks down with sad eyes and retreats to the door “I’m sorry about-”

“It’s okay, it’s nothing you could help” she offers a small smile “Now rest up”

☾

Y/n made it her mission to avoid Harry at all costs. Well….that was her mission all along, but now that she acknowledged her growing feelings for the boy, she knew she couldn’t jeopardize his future.

It worked for a couple of weeks; not idling around at the beginning of class, practically running through the halls to avoid the trio, studying in places no one would ever think to look. It was tiring, but it worked.

That was until one weekend she decided was the perfect time to save baby animals.

Y/n slid into the gryfindor common room, heart thudding as she eagerly looked around for Harry. She told herself that avoiding him altogether was the best way to get rid of her feelings for him, but time and time again she made an excuse to see him.

I shouldn’t even ask him, just use the potion

As soon as she turned on her heel “Y/n?”

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck “Heyyyy Harry” the boy greeted her with a warm smile that tugged on her heart

“What are you doing here?”

Y/n twiddled her thumbs as she tried to avoid eye contact “Well…I wanted to ask you a question…but then I thought it was stupid and- I was actually just leaving” you’re fidgeting, stop fidgeting

“What did you want to ask?” To Y/n, Harry seemed like the perfect golden retriever boy. Always happy to help, everyone loves being around him, and overall had good intentions.

“I just wanted to know if I could borrow your invisibility cloak” Harry’s eyebrows furrowed “It was a dumb thought, I know, I just thought it wouldn’t kill me to ask but now it seems so silly to ask for a personal item without any given explanation”

Harry needed a minute to process her rambling, but was soon met with questions “What exactly did you need it for?”

Y/n looked around the room to make sure no one was listening “I’m going to rescue another creature from poachers. I could just use a charm or potion but potions wear off too quickly and charms are sometimes a hit or miss” she explained but Harry already made up his mind

“I’m coming with you” Y/n quickly shook her head “It’s my cloak Y/n, besides, someone needs to be there so you don’t bite off more than you can chew”

“Harry I can’t ask you to come with me” she scoffs “I’d be asking you to put your life at risk for me”

Harry offers a small smile “I guess I owe you one from last summer”

But Y/n still wasn’t convinced “Would we both fit underneath the cloak?”

Harry shrugs his shoulders “It’s not like we can’t squeeze together” the thought alone was enough to warm her cheeks “Besides, I’m not that big” Y/n playfully rolls her eyes “When do we leave?”

Y/n’s breathing began to settle once her feet landed on the ground, blinking in the new scenery they’d arrived at “This should be far enough” she tells him while dismounting the broom “Any closer and we may be spotted”

“You’re still afraid of heights?” Y/n frowned as Harry tried to hide the smirk on his face

“Nearly falling to my death didn’t help that at all” leading the way to the camp, Y/n was determined to have her plan fall into place play by play

“So you’re afraid of heights but not poachers, dark wizards, or-”

“Why are you so sassy today Harry?” She asked while whirling around “I can’t go a minute without you giving me some smart ass comment”

Harry shoved his hands in his pockets “I just wanted to know why your mind thinks being tortured isn’t as terrifying as flying”

“Would you come off it already?” Y/n exasperatedly asked and Harry shrugs his shoulders

“Make me” his eyes darted from her lips and back to her eyes. She considered it, Merlin she hated that she considered kissing the boy to shut him up. There was no love potion, no other influence, just the two of them in the heat of the moment. It’s just playful banter, you’re reading too much into it

“You’re infuriating, you know that right?” She shook the thought out of her head before turning back to the poacher camp

“So I’ve been told” she can’t help but smirk “Hey, what are we rescuing anyway?”

Y/n’s eyebrows slightly raise “Oh you know, your typical endangered species that can’t fend for themselves” she carefully looks around “The cloak”

Harry then unraveled said cloak and wrapped it across the both of them “See, a snug fit” she almost grew dizzy from being so close to him, inhaling his comforting scent made her light headed enough to almost forget about their mission.

“Follow me” she whispered as the two snuck into the tent which turned into a large battling arena. Many people cheered as two Dragons fought each other to death, taking bets to see which one would win.

“Dragons?” Harry questioned with bewilderment “We’re rescuing dragons??”

“Oh come on Harry” Y/n turned to the boy “Dragons need protecting too, especially against dark wizards” the two watched as the dragon below was hit with the imperious curse “They’re forcing them to fight for their entertainment, stealing their children and breeding them into some sort of battle monster” she then looked back over to the boy “This is cruel, they deserve to be free Harry”

Oh but Harry couldn’t say no to those eyes “Right then, what’s your plan?”

Y/n jerked her head to the left “They keep more dragons in the chamber below us, we go in and free them and everything else should be self explanatory”

It did but of course her plan had a bit of gray area, however there was no good plan for this mission. The two crept over down the stairs, carefully avoiding any lingering bodies.

“What are you wearing?” Harry suddenly asked

“Why?” Y/n stops in her tracks and attempts to smell her armpits “Do I smell bad?” She looked up with a quirked brow

“Quite the opposite actually, I don’t think I’ve ever been so close to you to realize how nice you smell”

A smile dared to crawl onto her lips “Let’s focus before we get caught”

“You’re the one who stopped us in the middle of the hallway”

She gave Harry a quick but nasty side eye before continuing her way down the stairs “Alhomora” she whispered and slowly pushed the door open

“Rumor has it, it’s just a kid” a voice says and another scoffs

“You mean to tell me that we need to take extra precaution because someone doesn’t know how to fight against some kid?”

The other nods “They took down five camps, there’s no way it could be some kid”

“I don’t know, them kids at Hogwarts have balls”

He shook his head “They’ve got their hands full with he who shall not be named, there’s no way they’d willingly go out of their way to find trouble” Harry tilted his head and gave Y/n a look that she chose to ignore

“Petrificus totalus!” With both guards petrified, Y/n removed the cloak and looked around the room with awe. The room was filled with dragons, adult and babies strapped into cages, she felt sick to her stomach “Harry…there’s so many” the boy came up from behind and rubbed her shoulder in comfort

“I know”

Many were injured, some barely breathing from previous battles, this changed everything. Harry watched the sadness from her eyes change to anger which worried him

“We’re going to free them all” she tells him while running over to the cages

“Y/n maybe we should think about this” Harry tried talking sense into her but it was futile “Call for backup”

The dragons ran away as she neared the cages, causing her heart to ache even more “I’m not here to hurt you” she whispers while slowly putting her hand into the cage. The dragon, using its primal instincts, bit her which caused her to jump in pain

“Y/n!”

She calmed herself down, knowing it was just acting out of fear and tried again “I’m going to free you little buddy, I just need you to trust me” the tiny green dragon waddles towards her hand again and even opens its mouth as if it were going to bite her again, but rubs itself against her slightly bloodied hand. Y/n smiles with success and unlocks the cage for the baby dragon “I’m going to help all of you, but I need you to tell your buddies that I’m a good guy”

For the most part, it worked. Letting the baby dragons bite her and mending the wounds of the bigger ones, the beasts soon realized she wasn’t their enemy.

“Get the next batch” a voice from the hall called out and Y/n anxiously looked around

“Harry lead the dragons outside, the babies are more likely to get caught if they don’t have one of us there to protect them”

Harry quickly shook his head “I’m not leaving you” she looks over to the full size dragon on the other side of the room

“I can’t leave her”

“What the bloody hell?!”

Harry looks back over at her “We just might have to”

“No” he knew she was stubborn, which is exactly why it didn’t surprise him when she ran over to the red dragon “Look, I know you’ve been hurt by humans, but I need you to trust me” Y/n began unlocking the locks while Harry defended them

“Any day now” he calls out and she shakes her head

“Im going to get you and the others out of here” but by the time she earned the dragons trust, it was too late

“Y/nnnn” they were surrounded at all ends, at this rate the only way out was through them

“I need your help” she tells the dragon “Help me help you get out of here”

Using what strength it had left, the dragon stood up, now free from its chains, and lets out a threatening roar.

“She’s freed the beast!” One yells “Kill it!”

“NO!” Y/n did her best to deflect any spells hurdled at them but it became tiring and very evident that they might not make it

“We have to go!” Harry urged while tugging on her arm but again she resisted and turned to the dragon

“DO SOMETHING!” The dragon looked down at her and she could see the fire bubbling up her neck “Harry watch my back”

“That’s what I’ve been doing” he sasses but she lets the comment slide and focuses on the fire the dragon was about to conjure.

Once the fire was released, Y/n caught the fire and circled it around her to form a giant fire tornado, attacking everyone around them.

Poachers were being burnt alive left and right, yet it still wasn’t enough to cover their escape. They needed a clear way out, a way to make sure none of the dragons would be captured in the process.

“Crucio!”

Y/n falls to the ground and screams in excruciating pain. The tornado disappears and Harry’s heart seems to stop, absolutely nothing mattered in that moment other than her. It was agonizing to listen to, to watch her suffer, it made a switch flip inside of Harry.

The dragon then burned the roof of the tent down, causing it to slowly collapse on everyone and everything but it made sure to trap the remaining survivors inside.

The giant red dragon grabbed Y/n with its talons and began to fly towards an exit “Wait!” Harry calls out “Where are you taking her?” A blue dragon that Y/n allowed to bite her picks Harry up and flaps its giant wings towards the others

☾

When Y/n awoke, she loudly groaned when trying to sit up which signaled Harry to run over

“Y/n!” He pulls her into a tight hug

“What you did tonight was…unbelievably stupid” Snape drawls “I expected you of all people to have a bit more sense than Potter” Harry frowns at the comment but focused his attention to you

“How did I get here?” She questioned “Why is Snape here?”

“I figured Snape could whip up a potion for you, since that’s what you do for me”

Snape then turns to Harry “Leave” his hands linger on you for a bit but he does obey the command

“Professor-” Snape hits her with a folded daily prophet

“Can’t believe you’d be dumb enough to pull something like that” he hissed

“They needed help!” She defended while jumping off the table “I can’t sit and pray someone else will save these creatures! If you want something done right, you do it yourself”

“That only applies when your brain is fully developed” he drawls “This constant reckless behavior won’t do anything but get you killed. Whether it’s for Potters attention or for the fame and glory, I suggest you stop before you get hit with something worse than the cruciatis curse”

Y/n rolls her eyes “Oh come OFF it already” she shakes her head “Not everything I do revolves around Harry you know”

“Then stop acting like him”

“I’m not!” She yells in frustration “Why won’t you just listen to me?! I’m doing this for me! Not for attention, not for a boy, but because I want to! And I honestly don’t understand why you’re making a big deal out of this when my death doesn’t matter OR affect anyone” but that’s when it dawned upon her “You care about me”

Her eyes softened and Snape was almost at a loss for words “Please, you might actually make me laugh” for once he was caught off guard

“You were worried about me”

Snape gives her a side eye “Dare I say I might smile in amusement”

“Say what you want professor, but you can’t deny the truth”

But there was no fighting her, she was stubborn and he knew that “Three hundred and fifty points from Hufflepuff for reckless behavior and detention for the rest of the school year”

“Professor” she started as she walked towards him “The school year ends next week, and you and I both know I won’t be attending those detentions” she holds they eye contact with him, long enough for his glare to turn into a nasty scowl

Y/n was first to break the staring contest and pulled him into another hug “Unhand me” this time she clung to him tighter

“You’re everything I wanted and more professor” she relaxed against him and surprisingly enough, his body slowly eased up

“Remove yourself or I’ll tell professor McGonagall a thorough explanation on what you did this evening” Y/n instantly let go of him “You’re dismissed”

☾

It was Friday night, finals were over, end of the year parties were being thrown left and right and what did Y/n have planned that evening? A date with her bed.

She was beyond exhausted and finally happy that the day was over so she could finally go to bed. Well that was until eager knocks pounded on her door.

There was only one person that would bother her, especially this late at night. Y/n tiredly opened the door to see Harry practically vibrating with excitement “Yes Harold?”

Harry looks behind her “I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

She shakes her head “I’m finally about to go to bed” she then yawns “I’m exhausted”

The boy deflates “Oh” but his smile was quick to recover “Then I wont take up much time, I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to Hogsmead with me tomorrow”

Y/n just shrugs her shoulders “Sure”

“Hermione’s busy studying and Ron is occupied with Lavender” Harry would never lie to Y/n with no good reason, so he saw no harm in lying about the whereabouts of his best friends to be with her

“To be expected”

“If you’re busy, it’s okay, I just didn’t want to go alone, and I figured you didn’t want to be alone cooped up in the castle”

Y/n tilts her head in confusion “Are you okay Harry?” She questioned as Harry awaited her answer “Did you drink another love potion?”

He quickly shakes his head “I just wanted to shop around and thought you’d might like to join”

“Well, I already said yes before you began rambling”

His green eyes dart to hers “You did?” She slowly nods “Brilliant” he could see how drained she was and decided to push his luck “I’m feeling a bit tired myself” he faked a yawn and stretched “And it’s such a long way back to the Gryfindor tower, lots of stairs to climb”

Y/n watched as the boy rubbed his eyes, almost finding it amusing how fast his mood changed “Would you like to crash here for the night?” His eyes dart up to hers again

“I mean I would hate to be a bother”

She let go of the door and yanked him inside her cozy room. It smelled of Lemon, vanilla, and pumpkin, the curtains blocked the windows and covered the bright moonlight and replacing it with a soft orange light, she truly had every intention of sleeping “You’re not a bother if I’m inviting you in” she tells him while closing the door

Oh but Harry had every intention to bother her. He loved the way her eyebrows scrunched together when he irritated her, or the playful roll of her eyes when they would go back and forth with banter.

Y/n sits on the edge of the bed and plays with Lionel who also seemed to be sleepy “Is he okay?” Harry takes off his watch and dangles it around but received no reaction. The small animal let out a tired huff and pattered over to the boy, weakly grabbing for the watch.

“I was up until five am chasing him around the castle” she tells him “I didn’t realize he knew how to open the door” she pushes a stray hair out of her face “The things I do for that rodent” well that explains why she’s so tired

“If you’d like, I could watch him for you, maybe like a couple days out of the week”

She grabs Lionel by the nape of his neck and finally lays down “I don’t know how he would do with co parenting” Harry follows her lead and lays down next to her “Besides, it’s too many shiny things there, he’d never want to come back”

Harry shrugs his shoulder “I’m sure that’s not true”

“It’s his instinct”

“But he knows where home is” he gently breathes “It’s wherever you are”

Lionel then begins to stretch as if he took up the most room on the bed “Lionel” she grumbles as the animal kicks her “Ow! That hurts you little” another kick to her rib cage and she stubbornly scoots back to avoid his tiny feet. But it wasn’t enough, after maybe thirty seconds, he got restless again and rolled over to slap her face “Lionel” Y/n let out another huff while scooting back some more. As soon as Y/n closed her eyes, the niffler took this as a sign to roll over and kick her once more. Y/n let’s out a frustrated huff before scooting back again, this time bumping into Harry “I’m sorry” she apologized while turning to face him “I hope you don’t mind”

He actually couldn’t thank Lionel enough “You’ve spoiled him” Harry smiles and she covers her eyes

“Noooo” she groans “He usually likes to cuddle with me”

“Maybe he’s just waiting for you to fall asleep again to make his escape”

“You make it sound like I torture the poor thing”

Harry shrugs his shoulders “Maybe it’s just fun to annoy you”

Y/n sucks her teeth “Maybe that’s why you two get along so well”

“That’s probably why you love us so much” Harry tells her with a cheeky smile

Love

She scoffs “Love?” She the gently plucks the glasses off his face “Maybe you need new glasses because you clearly can’t tell the difference between love and disgust” with that, she received another swift kick from Lionel, sending her into Harry’s chest

“I think you’re absolutely right Lionel” Y/n rolls her eyes and gently placed his glasses onto her nightstand

“He doesn’t even need all of that room” she grumbled while trying to make herself comfortable

“What?” Harry questions “I promise I don’t have cooties” Y/n rolls her eyes again “Afraid of being too close to me?”

“No” she cranes her neck to look up at him “Just go to bed Potter”

“Oh, now we’re back on a last name basis”

Y/n frowns at his comment “I thought you were just as tired as I was” she mumbled “I’ll never be able to sleep with your constant sass” she goes to flip over but Harry was quick to wrap his arms around her and keep her trapped against his chest “Harry!” Her cheeks began to heat up and her heart rate fastened

“You know what? I think I’m finally comfortable”

“Harry let go!”

He stops to think for a moment “Mmmh….i don’t think I will”

There was no use fighting him, he had an iron grip on her, which took her by surprise because she never expected him to be so strong. This was probably the first time she’s noticed how toned Harry was, she never realized how strong he was until this very moment. So this is what you’ve been doing at quidditch practice. Y/n leaned her head against his chest in defeat, all she could do now was pray he couldn’t feel her heart beat through her chest.

It was around 2:30 when Y/n’s eyes fluttered opened. Legs intertwined with the boy lying next to her, her arms wrapped around him while his still wrapped around her as if he were afraid to lose her. How did I even end up in this situation?

She tries to pry herself away from Harry, but like before, it deemed useless “Harry” she whispered “Harry wake up” then the thought of what people might say began to scare her. It wasn’t so much the hufflepuffs, but the Gryfindors would definitely let the entire school know by six am tomorrow “Harry you need to wake up!” She let go of his rib cage and lightly tapped his face “Harold…” soon enough, she was greeted with sleepy eyes

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he finally answered in a groggy voice while she searched his eyes for any worry or concern but inevitably found nothing “That’s the best rest I’ve gotten in the past two years” I guess he did say he was having trouble sleeping. He loosened his grip on her to rub his eye and she took this opportunity to finally leave his side

“I didn’t think about it before but if we wake up tomorrow people will ask questions” she hands him his glasses, which he kindly accepts “The last thing I need is rumors spreading around that I slept with the chosen one”

“You make it sound like it’s such a bad thing” Harry looks over at the clock and lets out a tired sigh “You should’ve just let me sleep for the rest of the night”

She rolls her eyes “So the entire school can think we were sleeping together?”

He shrugs his shoulders “Well, we did”

Embarrassment spread across her face, causing her to hit him with a pillow “You need to leave”

But as she knew already, Harry was stubborn “Why can’t I just spend the rest of the night here?” He propped his head up on the pillow “It’s late and I’m already in bed. Besides, if Filtch catches me out, he’ll give me detention and we won’t be able to go to Hogsmead” as much as she hated to admit it, he was right. Harry made grabby hands at her which made her look away while trying not to smile, but ultimately ended up climbing back into bed with him.

“You’re infuriating” she grumbled while taking his glasses and setting them back down onto the table, Harry however took this opportunity to pull her back into his chest “What are you-”

“Saving you from a couple of kicks” although her back was against his chest, she could practically see the cheeky look on his face

“Yeah well you don’t need an iron grip on me” she huffed while trying to make herself comfortable “It’s like you’re trying to suffocate me”

Harry quickly let’s go of her “I’m not hurting you am I?”

She frowned when she realized his dramatics worried the boy “No, you just-” truth be told, she wanted to be wrapped in his strong arms, she wanted to be cuddled, she was being selfish for once and wanted one night without the constant reminder that he isn’t hers to have. Her fingers found his hands and gently pulled them back around her waist “Sleep, I’ll figure out a plan on how to sneak you out later” her hands lingered on his, it’s not that she didn’t want to let go, it felt like she couldn’t

Merlin what have I gotten myself into?

☾

“I can’t believe you spent that much on a broom” she scolded as they left quality quidditch supply’s “Isn’t quidditch season over?”

“Yes, but I’ll need a new one for next season” he insisted “Just wear and tear, but it’s definitely a notable difference in speed and how fast I’m able to stop”

“Your old broom seemed fine to me” she muttered under her breath as they continued walking

“Would you like to go for a trial run?” A smirk crawled its way onto his face and she rolls her eyes

“I’d rather die Potter”

The smirk then changed into a small genuine smile “I’ve missed the banter between us, I’ve missed you”

No, stop it

But she couldn’t help the butterflies in her stomach or her breath being caught in her throat “Well…I’ve just been so busy with…” trying to avoid you “Learning difficult potions and stopping poachers while you have been busy with….whatever you’ve been doing”

“I’ve been trying to convince professor Slughorn to give me his untampered memory of the conversation between him and Voldemort”

Y/n nods “And?”

“Apparently he explained to him about horocruxes”

“Which makes sense why he tried to hide it from everyone” Harry quirks a brow “I mean being responsible for making one of the most powerful wizards almost unstoppable would make me die from guilt”

“Unstoppable huh?”

She gives him a side eye “Almost unstoppable” she clarified “If anyone’s going to stop him, it’ll be the chosen one of course” she playfully nudged him with her elbow

“Speaking of which, I’m going with Dumbledore tonight to search for another horocrux”

A frown made its way to her face “Please be careful Harry, I know how reckless you tend to be”

“Are you worried about me? Worried that you’ll never see my handsome face ever again?” She rolled her eyes at his comment

“Yes Harry, I’m sure everyone would be disappointed to find out and miss you and your handsome face”

He then stops right in front of her “Would you miss me?” Her heart began thumping out of her chest “I mean would you miss me if I died?”

Those piercing green eyes made her want to crawl into a hole and scream, there was no way she could avoid this “Of course I would Harold” she was quick to break eye contact but Harry was faster. He slid over to the right to block her from continuing their walk back to Hogwarts

“Then may I have a kiss for good luck?” ohmygod “Since you’re so worried about me” he shrugs his shoulders while looking everywhere behind her except for her “Besides, I never got a good luck kiss for the quidditch game”

It was inevitable

There was absolutely no excuse to be made, just her and him in this moment “And you’ll promise not to be reckless on this mission?” She was so undeniably attracted to him that it almost physically hurt to stay away from him

Harry quickly nods “I’ll come right back to you once we’re finished”

Y/n takes a step closer “Wow, don’t you think you should tell your best friends first?”

Harry shakes his head while also taking a step towards her “I want to come back to you” he stops right in front of her and tilts her head up with his finger “I’ll always come back to you” he barely whispers while pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear “It’ll always be you first” his hand slid down to cup the side of her face. It felt like sparks were flying, both of their hearts beating out of their chest as they slowly leaned in to a kiss that both of them desired. She was drunk on his scent, ignorant to any observers or what consequences this might have on the future. Hell, she couldn’t even think about anything other than the boy in front of her and what his lips might feel like.

Their lips mere inches apart from each other’s with only a simply phrase to stop them “Harry my boy” Y/n quickly pulled away and gave a polite bow to their headmaster “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything”

Y/n was quick to shake her head “No sir” her face grew hot in embarrassment “Of course not”

Dumbledore smiles and turns to the boy “It is time” Harry nods, immediately understanding what he was talking about “Miss L/n” he turns back to the girl “Would you mind taking Mr Potters belongings back to his room?”

Y/n shakes her head while grabbing the items from Harry “I best be off then” she gives a tight lipped smile and scurried off

“What impeccable timing sir” Harry commented with a clenched jaw

“Please forgive me, but miss L/n will have to wait just a bit longer”

☾

Y/n would’ve never imagined that that would’ve been the last time she’d ever see professor Dumbledore. This is it, the start of the end

Y/n pushed through the crowd to see Harry kneeling beside his mentor, completely devastated at the sight. She took this as sign to comfort him, he needed her now more than ever right now, the future didn’t matter in this moment. She knelt beside the boy and hugged him to ground him, to give him the reassurance that he needed. Harry gladly leaned into her embrace, crying into her shoulder to finally release all pent up sadness he had.

Once everyone was sent back to their houses, no one dared to tell Harry he couldn’t spend the night in the Hufflepuff dormitories, nor did Y/n care of what others would say.

The green eyed boy spent the entire night attached to Y/n’s hip; head glued to her chest and arms latched around her waist while she lovingly caressed his hair to soothe his muffled sobs. Y/n wanted nothing more in the world than to be there for him, to be his rock, his forever, his absolute everything. It was completely worth all of the scolding she’d get from McGonagall later if it meant she could stay with the boy in this moment.

“Harry” she gently grabs his hand, trying to persuade him not to leave “You don’t have to face this by yourself” the next morning Harry was too eager to jump right back into the horrors of reality for Y/n’s liking

He looks down at their hands “I just need some time to be alone” when he looked up and saw the disappointment on her face, he lifted her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on it “I promise I’ll come back” his eyes never left hers “I’ll always come back to you, remember?”

Y/n smiles at the sweet words and let’s go of his hand “I’ll see you later Potter” she gives him a playful smile which he gladly returns.

Once Harry was out of eye distance, Y/n closed her door with a huff “Awww, how sweet” a familiar voice startled her as she let go of the door knob. Y/n slowly turned around, eyes widening in horror to see none other than Bellatrix Lestrange “Boo!”

[aurus-3d]

Snape animation project (WIPs)

I’m currently working on a pretty difficult and big Snape animation project (RIP to my PC in advance). Here are some WIPs (video: main scene and camera keyframes) and renders as the lighting sample production drafts for a couple of shots (a brief glance at how the final results would look like) just to keep you all updated ‘cause I feel you might be interested 👀 There’s a lot of animation work (objects and movements) and simulations left (mainly clothes, hair and smoke) but it’s surely going somewhere

[severussimp]

I made a short Snape animation in the Gravity Falls art style for a school project. 🫣 He looks so stiff 😭

[honora-antares]

That future scene in Of Foxtails and Antlers

In a world where your soulmark manifests in Soul Dreams. James Potter walks in a field of foxtails and comes to a stop. Up ahead runs a small animal. Gray and yellow in color with a pale belly and black legs. James doesn't know how exactly he is able to see the small creature so clearly, but he just can. A long fluffy tail follows its body, tip tinted in black, James takes a step and the creature stops in its track. It looks up. One would think its most noticeable feature would be its raccoon-like face markings, but James's attention was caught a bit more upwards. Its ears, just like its legs and tail, were edged in black; they were big. Bigger than its head. Like a bat.

It slowly treaded over the field of foxtails, coming closer to James, so he followed its movements; he can feel himself smiling. And just as he was about to reach the creature, a massive shadow loomed over it. James stood still in fear and watched in complete horror as the shadow took the creature by its throat with short-blunt teeth. The sound the creature made was harrowing and James could. not. move.

He wakes with a start. Cold sweat drips down damp hair, he's shaking. Then, he hears commotion outside his bedroom door. James lifts aside his covers with a trembling hand, stumbling through the darkness of his room. He wants out. He wants away from the shadows on the walls. Opening the door James walks out and catches the end signs of green flames from their fireplace.

"James? Love, everything alright?" His mother, lovely, wonderful, ever collected Euphemia Potter, looks distraught.

"Uh-huh - yeah, mom, I - you. . . Dad, where?" James is stammering. He is still in the dark hallway, he walks into the family room. Farther away from the shadows.

"Auror business, nothing to worry about, here," Euphemia takes is hand in hers. Its still shaking. He is still shaking. "Sit, James. Merlin, you're freezing!" She leaves him on the tan orange settee as she moves towards the fireplace to block the Floo channel and snaps it to life. A thick blanket is summoned from a cupboard, sinking over James's trembling shoulders. He grips the softness, willing himself to calm.

"Dad... he said Cokeworth... That's - Lily lives in Cokeworth." But its not Lily that's on James's mind. He remembers her words. When they were left alone after Snape's father had picked him up from Manchester Piccadilly Station.

"If a slap in public is all he got, just imagine what he does to his family behind closed doors."

James's father was head Auror of MAC. If Cokeworth was his destination then - could Severus have...?

Euphemia stills, eyes clenched shut, nose scrunched in distress. Then, she faces him, cold and collected, brown eyes shinning with frozen rage. "Lily is not the only one who lives in Cokeworth that you know of, is she James?"

He flinches at her glacial tone, swallows, and answers. "No."

A small creature with black legs, black tail, and black bat-like ears, attacked by a massive shadow... it couldn't be.

James's ribs burn and he screams. Euphemia runs to him and lifts his night shirt up revealing a leaping small creature. Black legs, black tail, and black bat-like ears.

It couldn't be.

Severus.

[sofiadragon]

Coming soon in Stripped Down and Rebuilt...

When the rat poked his head out, likely puzzled by not hearing the boys climb onto the bed adjacent to his hiding place, Severus dropped the web of spells he’d been weaving near the ceiling. A rainbow of revealing, negation, reversing, and stinging magic swirled down to envelop the rat. Pettigrew squealed in shock the same way he had at twelve years old as he returned to human form, his sudden bulk lifting the bed. Severus thought he was ready for this, he’d been anticipating it for months. It was a bit like popping the lid off of a pressurized system. All the boiling hot rage, his distilled grief and pain, and the liquid violence he kept a tight lid on in his day to day flashed into vapor in an instant, expanding to fill every corner of his mind and body and overwhelming him in its intensity. The shockwave moved through him, blasting formless magic across the room toward the frantically scrabbling man half-caught beneath the bed. “Snape, oof, Snape please, you know how dangerous Sirius is! I was scared for my life. Please, mercy,” the rat groveled. Severus had no mercy in him for this creature. Curses rolled off his tongue that could get him six months in Azkaban at best, but the deceptively agile man freed himself from the furniture Severus’ rage had helped tip over and escaped the sloppy spells Severus cast with shaking hands. “It’s your fault she’s dead,” Severus wailed. “You sold them to the Dark Lord! For what?” “No! No, that was Sirius!” “Then why are you still alive?” The words tore out of him like shrapnel from a bomb. Severus launched himself at Pettigrew, who was stocky and slightly shorter than Severus, a change from when they were young and Severus had always been the smallest in his year. Sectumcempra took off three more of the rat’s fingers, this time on his wand hand, and then Severus raised his left hand, holding his silver potion master’s knife. Pettigrew twisted, but Severus was faster. He slashed down to embed the blade in the stocky man’s shoulder. They grappled, and the knife came free. Accuracy honed from dissecting animals for potion ingredients guided the second stab into the joint, rendering the rat’s right arm useless, but Pettigrew was left-handed and had pulled a wand from somewhere. There wasn’t much room for spell casting, and he was dimly aware of the children screaming along with Pettigrew as warm blood coated Severus’ left hand. “You should have died protecting them.” “That’s the pot calling the cauldron, isn’t it?” Pettigrew said when he got his breath back. The rat raised his wand, but Severus didn’t give him enough room to cast. Pure-bloods knew nothing of the kind of brawls Severus had been in. Fights fought with teeth, elbows, and fists instead of wands on the streets of Cokeworth gave him an edge in close quarters that had ended several who’d seen more than Severus wanted them to during the war. Even muggle-born wizards were afraid of snapping their wands in a grapple, and few had the magical power or mental focus to cast at full strength when they didn’t have free movement of their wand arm. “You were a Death Eater in the inner circle! You wanted Lily for yourself after James and Harry were dead!” “I was protecting her the only way I could!” Severus screamed, managing to fire off a close-quarters blasting curse that punched into the rat’s side and exploded the side table behind him. “Of course I begged Him for mercy, just as I begged Dumbledore to protect her!”

Time for some revenge.

[dexkam]

As a claymore fan I'm really conflicted with my feelings about the live action whole thing, I'm utterly terrified and excited at the same time.

This can came out really good or terribly wrong, Claymore has a beautiful story and with how feminism has grown these last years I think it can get well received between the female and male community for equal, my big issue is not only about the poor CGI that it will surely be used, but seeing how many of my favorite characters have been treated by the Hollywood industry (Severus Snape coff coff) I'm afraid many of my baby girls will be utterly change just to fit some kind of agenda and that will totally change so many things about the story and why claymores are the way they are.

But if this is done good and Hollywood try to stick to the story and the characters as how they are really, then Claymore can arise and maybe we even can see a complete animation of our favorite manga. But they really need to be careful because Claymore has really loyal fan base who they can either exploit or make them drown this project.

I don't know, I think the only thing I can do for now is to see how this goes and hope for the best, we either can get some really good thing that makes Claymore to be in the eye of the world and we get more official merch or we can get some bullshit that will bury the story at least another 20 years.

[maxdibert]

The Marauders fandom would explode when I tell them that dying for your family is the least anyone can do. Like my mom went through the fire to save my sister and I (our house was on fire with us in it), she was still extremely abusive (physically, verbally AND emotionally). By the Marauders fandom's standards, I shouldn't be allowed to hate her because she risked her life for me (like Snape with James) lol

It’s literally a biological instinct. Animals instinctively protect their offspring because it’s a way to ensure the survival of the species. I’m not denying that there are shitty people who would ignore their kids in a situation like this, but that’s NOT THE NORM. I mean, the normal, statistically more likely thing is that you protect your kids. That’s the minimum. It’s like applauding a man for changing his baby’s diapers or treating it as something special that a guy has emotional responsibility and doesn’t ghost you. Sorry, but those aren’t exceptional acts, they’re what’s expected of any minimally functional person. I don’t see trying to stop a psychopath from killing your child as heroic, I see it as logical if you’re a parent. Sometimes I really think these people must have had terrible parents—like genuinely terrible—and they project that trauma and those deficiencies onto characters who seem to embody normative parenthood because their standards are so low. And it would make me really sad if I’m right because it means they’ve had or still have truly awful environments. I honestly can’t imagine any scenario where my dad or mom wouldn’t leap like wild animals on anyone trying to harm me, and my parents are mega dysfunctional adults, but it’s just normal behavior for parents??? I don’t know, it’s not like I have high family standards or anything.

[gigantomachy1916]

welcome to my aquarium

It has occurred to me that I should have some sort of introduction post on this blog. Hello, I am a weird little creature and I post a bunch of nonsense. If you try to engage me in discourse I will curl up into a ball like a pill bug and roll away. Otherwise, I'm friendly and rarely bite. Shoot me an ask or a DM if the spirit moves you.

I think most people follow me for my L/Misa Death Note content, but unfortunately for them, I have a lot of ships and a lot of interests. Under the cut is an incomplete list of ships or fandoms or other shit you might expect to see from me, plus links to some of my fics.

Assorted Death Note content

Lots of Buffy the Vampire Slayer gifsets (especially Spike/Buffy)

Worm, Ward, basically anything Parahumans related

Killing Eve (Eve/Villanelle)

Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon (especially Daemon/Rhaenyra)

Other random anime stuff (especially Junji Ito, Higurashi, and Sebastian/Ciel from Black Butler)

Occasionally MCU stuff, mostly Loki-centric

Occasional Harry Potter shit; I hate TERFs but I'm in the fandom regardless (primarily shipping Snape/Harry and Snape/fem!Harry)

Feminist shit, trans rights, fat liberation/anti-diet, that sort of thing

Whatever other stuff I think is cool or interesting

I write a lot of fanfiction, mostly (but not always) smutty, ranging from het to slash to femslash, genderswaps in all directions, and one pairing featuring a genderfluid shapeshifting trickster god and a bisexual idiot.

Currently, my big project is a million-word series continuing someone else's abandoned, niche Harry Potter genderswap, because that's what I like to do with my time. It's called Fuel to Fire and follows a Slytherin Girl Who Lived who's been adopted by Professor McGonagall and has a crush on her Head of House.

My completed longfics are:

Liability: L/Misa (Death Note) in an AU where Light never gives himself up to L's custody.

Oleander: L/Misa (Death Note) with minor L/Light, a much darker fic than Liability, featuring L purposefully taking advantage of Misa to try to defeat Kira.

Coral Fang: Loki/OC (Marvel), following a burned out, drug-abusing community college student and armchair anarchist philosopher named Avery as she makes friends with a god, does some crimes, and reads a lot of Kurt Vonnegut.

I have a handful of Death note oneshots, all of which are either L/Misa, L/Light, or L/Light/Misa. I've also written oneshots for other random ships, including:

Remus/Sirius (Harry Potter)

Kaylee/Inara (Firefly)

Fleabag/Hot Priest (Fleabag)

Loki/Clint (Marvel)

Haruhi/Honey (Ouran HSHC)

I'll be posting Fuel to Fire for the next few years, but I'll probably continue dropping oneshots here and there while I do, including more L/Misa content for the fans of that.

That's all, folks.

[slytherin-anklebiter]

Another OC introduction. Lilith Snape!

Lilith is the youngest child of Severus Snape and Ileana Munguia-Snape. Just like her mother, she was sorted into Ravenclaw. Though, just like her father when he was young, Lilith has a big interest in dark magic, along with other dark subjects. She's artistic, enjoying painting and drawing. She often mixes her hobbies and interests, sometimes using animal bones in her paintings to add textures, as well as sand, leafs and small rocks. She often works with textures, both because she genuinely enjoys it as well as so that her blind mother can enjoy her art as well. Lilith also has a bug collection that she is very proud of.

Lilith is not the social type. She prefers being on her own, either working on a creative project or studying. She knows a lot of curses and hexes, but rarely, if ever, uses them. She will, however, threaten anyone with them when she feels the need to. Lilith excels in Defense Against The Dark Arts and Transfiguration, and has shown interest at becoming an animagus, something quite plausible for her to become, as she is an excellent witch.

Other information in list-form under the cut!

Name : Lilith Septima Snape

Date of birth : May 4th, 1983

Gender : Female ( She/her )

Height : 142cm ( As of 1995 )

Hogwarts house : Ravenclaw

Blood status : Half-blood ( Father is a half-blood, mother is a muggleborn )

Patronus : Crow

Likes : Dark magic, bugs, painting

Dislikes : Crowds, swimming, being babied

Family : Avilius Snape ( Older brother ), Gaia Snape ( older sister ), Callisto Snape ( older sister ), Severus Snape ( Father ), Ileana Munguia-Snape ( Mother )

Character "theme" song : Sisters Of Mercy - Black Planet