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The Three Times You Almost Kissed. And The One Time You Did (Severus Snape x Reader)

Requested by anon

Summary: As title says

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: I love these kind of fics to write. If you have anymore requests like this I’m happy to write them. And as always please send in requests. Love you all 💜

You and Severus had been friends for a long time. You were friends when you were kids and you remained friends as Professors at Hogwarts. Both of you had feelings for each other but neither of you admitted your feelings

Severus certainly wouldn’t admit his feelings. Not for a long time at least. He was scared he wasn’t good enough for you. That he didnt deserve someone like you. That you would never feel the same way.

The first time you nearly kissed was the year the Chamber of Secrets was opened.

He was worried about you what with people being petrified. There was no way of knowing who would be next. One night another kid had been petrified. Severus went looking for you.

He was so relieved when he found you in your classroom. You had been marking some of the kids work.

“You’re ok.” He said as he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Of course I’m ok Severus. What’s wrong?” You asked getting up from your desk and making your way over to your colleague and friend.

“Another kid has been petrified. I just had to make sure you were ok.” He said pulling you in for a hug.

“Were you that worried about me?” You teased.

“Always.” He said.

He looked deep into your eyes. He tucked a strand of hair and caressed your cheek. His eyes kept flickering between your eyes and your lips. Your soft,glossed lips. He wanted to kiss you so bad.

You saw the look in his eyes, and you thought he might kiss you.

Then he said “I have to go. I’m glad you’re ok though. Please stay safe.”

And with that he was gone.

The second time you almost kissed was the following year.

Severus had been oddly distance for a few weeks so you decided to go and confront him.

You found him in his chambers that night. You knocked on the door and heard him groan.

“Give me a minute.” You heard him say.

You heard him rushing around, like he was trying to do something.

He opened the door not fully just enough for you to see his face, and when he saw you stood there he said “what are you doing here?”

He didn’t seem to be happy to see you.

“We need to talk.” You said.

“Right now? I’m kinda busy.”

“Yes right now Severus. So are you going to let me in?” You asked.

“As I said it’s not really a good time.”

“What got a woman in there with you?” You joked.

“Obviously not.” He said.

“Good.” You replied then pushed past him.

“I said I was busy.” He snapped shutting the door.

You turned around to see him in only his underwear. You gulped as you looked him up and down. A visible bulge in his underwear.

“Shit I’m sorry Sev.” You said.

“What do you want?” He said glaring at you.

“I wanted to talk about how you’ve been so distant. I can’t stand it anymore Sev. You’re my best friend but you’ve been so different with me.”

“I’ve just been busy with work.”

“Really Sev? Because it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. “

“I’m sorry. “ he said stalking closer to you until your back was against the wall and he was towering over you.

There was a darkness in his eyes, something you hadn’t seen before.

He caressed your face, his own inches from yours.

He hated that you had interrupted him while he was masturbating. He was of course masturbating to the thought of you. And in that moment he wanted you more than he cared to admit. But again he pulled away.

“You need to leave.” He said walking to the other side of the room.

“Severus.”

“No leave before I do something I’ll regret.” He snapped.

He watched as you walked away. He regretted snapping at you. He regretted making you leave. But it was better to keep you at arms length when he knew you’d never reciprocate his feelings for you.

The third time you almost kissed was the following year. The year of the Triwizard tournament.

It was the night of the Yule Ball. You watched as all the children danced with their partners. Even some teachers danced together.

Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around to see Severus stood there.

“Care to dance?” He asked a small smile on his face as he held his hand to you.

Smiling you took his hand and he led you to the dance floor.

“You look beautiful.” He said as he held your waist, his other hand in yours.

“Thank you. “ you said blushing.

“I mean it. You’re beautiful. You’re always beautiful.”

He rested his forehead against yours. Looking deep in your eyes as you both slowly danced together.

“Kiss me.” You blurted out.

“Don’t.” He said.

“Severus kiss me. I mean it.”

“I can’t. I can’t do this.” He said as he went to walk away.

“Severus. Please don’t walk away from me.” You begged.

“I’m sorry. I really am.” He said.

And then he was gone.

The time you actually kissed for the first time was after the final task in the Triwizard Tournament.

Cedric Diggory had been murdered. The Dark Lord was back.

Severus found you in your chambers later that night. You had been crying. An innocent boy had been killed.

Severus knocked on your door. But when you didn’t respond he just walked in.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him, wiping away your tears.

“I wanted to check you were ok?” He said.

“Of course I’m not. An innocent boy was killed Severus. Voldemort is back. I’m terrified.” You admitted.

“And I’ll protect you. You don’t have to be scared.”

“Protect me. You’re going to be working for him again. You know you’ll have to. He’ll need to think you’re on his side still. That you have always been his loyal servant.”

“Yes. I will. You know I do. You knew this day was going to come one day. But you know I’m still on the right side now. But I must keep up my performance it’s the only way to ultimately destroy him.”

“I know. I just don’t like the thought of you having to pretend like you’re still on his side.”

“I love you Y/N.” Severus suddenly blurted out.

“What?” You asked.

“You heard me. I love you. I always have. I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time. But I was scared. I knew I’d never be good enough for you. I know I’d never deserve someone as beautiful, and kind and caring as you. But a war will be coming, so I had to tell you before it was too late.” He admitted.

“And what about those times we almost kissed? What were those about?” You asked.

“I wanted to tell you then. I wanted so badly to kiss you all those times. To tell you how I felt. To hold you in my arms and never let go. To tell you I love you and have done since we were kids.”

“Well then I have something I need to tell you. I love you too Severus. I also have loved you since we were kids. And again I never told you out of fear of rejection. But I have to tell you Sev. You are good enough. You always have been. And you do deserve me.”

“You feel the same way?” He asked surprised.

“Of course I do you silly man. I always have. And I always will.”

He wrapped his arms around you. Holding you close. Both of your hearts racing.

And then he kissed you. Finally. It was soft and gentle. And then it got more heated. Desperate. As if the world was going to end tomorrow.

He held you close and said “I love you.”

“I love you too Severus.” You responded.

“I will protect you.” He said as he kissed you again.

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futurecorps3 · 2 years ago

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Hiii. This is my first time requesting so I don't know if I'm doing it correctly, but here it goes. It's about poly marauders

One in which the reader gets detention and the boys are wondering why and she does not tell them , and they get angry at her because they think she did a prank without them ar something

And then it turns out she like punched Snape , because he was talking bad about her boys and her. And like can you make it very very fluffy in the end

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Summary: Read the request baby Pairing: Poly!marauders x reader Warnings: physical violence but not too descriptive, Snape calls reader a slut ❤️ and some more mean stuff. Word Count: .9K Requested: Yes

A/N: Yes!!! I love love love the angst this gives<3 Thanks for requesting my love, you did it correctly, there's rarely a wrong way of doing it so please don't worry! Also, this turned out to be a drabble more than a fic, hope you don't mind <3

Eyes turned as the beloved quartet stormed through the common room and onto the stairs of the Gryffindor dorms. Sirius trying to catch Y/N's wrist so she wouldn't lock herself in her room while their boyfriends walked behind them, James with an upset look in his eyes and Remus sporting furrowed eyebrows that showed unease more than anything.

"Y/N just talk to me!" the raven haired boy grumbled, trying to catch up with his girlfriend, eventually doing so right before she shut the door on his face. "Thanks babe," mumbled Prongs as their boyfriend held the door open for them. The girl sat on her bed when all the others in the dorm quickly left so they could have some privacy, not wanting to snoop on whatever the matter was.

"Why are you even upset about this!? I got detention, big deal" Y/N sighs, cradling her head in her hands, a headache from all the commotion already settling in. Her boyfriends knew she was suppressing something, and Sirius was really pissed about it; she didn't make it to their date that day, and when they found her she was exiting McGonagall's classroom with Snape.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because we were stood up by our girlfriend and noticed she so happened to be in detention with our worst enemy!?" "That's a bit dramat-" James started but was soon interrupted by his boyfriend's cold stare and decided to keep his comment to himself.

"What are you hiding?" Said Prongs in a very defensive tone, making Y/N lose it. "Hiding!? Like I committed a crime or some shit... I got detention and Snivellus got detention! That's it, so j-just go." Remus shook his head and walked over to his girlfriend, his boyfriends shutting up when he did. He had kept quiet since they found her, but since that's exactly how the boy acted when he got mad, he really couldn't blame her for not approaching him.

Something told him there was way more to this whole deal than being in detention; Remus could read everyone like one of his novels, and Y/N's slightly red knuckles and shaky hands were definitely telling a story. He gently took her hands and searched for those beautiful brown eyes, finding them slightly glossed over.

"How are you not mad at all!?" The Potter boy asked, an approving nod coming from their boyfriend, who was now under his arms to calm himself down. "Something's up" Moony mumbled, audibly enough for them to hear. Y/N tensed up at that. Bingo.

He sat next to her, and she immediately crawled up on his lap, covering his sweater in salty tears. They knew Y/N short circuited when she was upset, so they all got very protective whenever she cried or got too angry; "She kind of freezes," Padfoot said once. "It's okay, keep breathing," Moony cooed as their boyfriends sat next to them, all anger forgotten and replaced by worry.

They waited for a couple of minutes until she calmed down, and when her breath steadied, she left her safe heaven Remus' chest. Y/N crawled down his lap and sat between James and him. "I punched Snape on the face because he was being mean again and I got sick of his shit..."

Prongs' gaze went directly to her knuckles in worry. Sirius laughed loudly and kissed her cheek while Remus smiled proudly at his girl; she was upset because they pushed her, not for whatever reason got her in detention. Y/N smiled, reassuring her boyfriend her hand was okay and letting the raven haired boy pepper her face in kisses.

They knew their girlfriend had a fire inside

"What did he say now? Wanna talk about it?" Prongs quizzed, knowing it was common for Y/N to get in her head about these types of things. "He called me a slut, said it must be some muggle stuff that I got you three involved in... and then said Jamie is compensating for not being able to be with Lily since she's with Mary"

"I'll hex the bastard" Said Sirius with his French accent seeping through as it so happened when he was upset, already getting up from the bed before Remus grabbed his wrist. "Calm down love, it's nothing he hasn't said before". James gave him a reassuring smile, agreeing with their boyfriend as Moony chuckled; "Plus, I think he got enough, courtesy of our bright girl".

Y/N laughed at that before noticing a certain glint in their boyfriend's eyes. "All good Jamie?" She asked, grabbing his face in both her hands, his pair of glasses partially hiding the pools of brown gazing at her lovingly. "M'sorry we were mean to you" he mumbled, pouting slightly as he looked into her eyes.

The girl's heart melted, hugging James tightly. "It's okay" "It's not though" said Sirius in a whine, hugging her from behind, making a sandwich of his boyfriend, girlfriend and him laying on the bed. Y/N giggled at the gesture, grabbing Pad's hand and looking over her shoulder at him. "You were very dramatic, but that's nothing new a-and I think it's a normal reaction. I do have to admit it was..." "...sketchy?" "...weird?" they completed.

"... rather unusual," she smiled, kissing them both on the mouth. "You're both forgiven". "Well, this is just mean. Make some space" Remus grumbled, settling between James and Y/N as they all giggled and Prongs kissed him softly.

They spent their afternoon there. With Christmas break approaching, teachers were more flexible when it came to assignments, so even Remus allowed himself to slack a little just to be with his loves. Nothing could hurt them, ever.

The scene was a portrait of their love; a warm bed, sweaty limbs and kisses all shared with the highest intimacy that spoke of a love that would endure the greatest test of all which is time.

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slythercub · 2 months ago

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Harry Potter characters that would most likely accept an age regressing S/O

Lupin: this is a no brainer. he’s kind, gentle, understanding, and knows how it feels when it comes to coping with trauma. he would be the BEST caregiver known to man. you want a stuffie? he’s got it. you want your paci? he’s got it. you want cookies? he’s got it. literally anything you want he’d do. because moony is just the sweetest boy <3

“Oh, is my little elf feeling small? Come on, let’s get you go eat something. It’ll make you feel better. Then, how about a movie? I heard carebears is nice.”

Snape: okay. now this one is tricky. at first, he’d be confused. since he’s not exactly the best when it comes to coping with his own trauma. he’d most likely think it’s childish and idiotic. BUUUT, the more he understands and learns about it, he’s wrapped around your finger. making sure your stuffies never fall off the bed, making you warm bubble baths when you’re not feeling well, brewing potions specifically for your wellbeing. he might not be as gentle and affectionate as Lupin, but he loves and takes care of you in his own way. he’s trying, that’s what matters.

“Are you feeling… regressed? Come here, let me tuck you in. I can’t have a little thing like yourself feeling exhausted, now can i?”

Luna: again. no surprise. whether as a caregiver or just someone to confide in, she’d COMPLETELY understand. matter of fact, id say Luna would be the best person to go too to explain your regression because she’d never judge you. she’d understand and help you with whatever you need. (she’d might even join in if it made you happy).

“Oh? Well that’s alright. We’re all different in our own way. I think it’s nice. If it makes you feel better, it’s worth it. Don’t you think?”

Neville: the sweetest boy. would do anything you asked him to if it meant it would make you feel safe and secure. he’d keep all of your little gear in a safe place where only you and him could find it, he’d always make sure the bed is nice and tidy for you, always has cartoons in for you, whatever you need, he’s on it.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. Take your time, I’m right here.”

Tonks: she’s fun loving, warm, and empathetic. a perfect person to feel comfortable enough to age regress in front of. i could see her painting your nails or bringing you your fav plushies just to make you smile or laugh.

“Don’t be embarrassed. This is your safe space, and I’m honored you’re letting me be apart of it. Don’t ever be ashamed.”

Sirius: this depends on the era (pre-or post-Azkaban) but i can see him as very nurturing, actually. but in a playful, joking kind of way. he’d definitely crack jokes, but never to hurt you. he’d try to make you laugh and feel better about regressing. he definitely has a childish side so i think it would be a good duo and could definitely work.

“Oh, you watching bluey? Get outta my way, I ain’t missing this.”

Harry: kinda like Snape except he’s much more quicker when it comes to understanding and more affectionate. at first, he is confused, but, knowing the childhood he had, it doesn’t take long for him to understand and quickly take care of you. he knows when to hold you when you’re anxious, and keeps your pacis and plushies in his bag just in case you ever need them.

“You’re regressing?.. right now? Okay, okay. Let me uh.. let me go grab your paci, right angel? be right back.”

first post ^_^ these are the ones i know for a fact would be completely okay with you regressing!! thanks for reading and enjoy this little Drabble i put together <33

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slothanime4 · 4 months ago

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Before Harry

(doechaser AU where Severus hasn't yet joined the death eaters and lives with his two lovers, Lily and James)

Lily is standing in the kitchen, stirring a saucepan absentmindedly when a pair of arms slithers round her waist and a feather light kiss is pressed to the back of her neck. Balancing the spoon on the side of the pan she spins round in the arms and looks up to meet her lovers face. Lily smile falters slightly as she takes in the tense body language of Severus Snape.

"what's wrong?" She immediately asks, they had been in this war long enough that every tense look or grim face could mean another missing, another dead, more destruction, more devastation and quite frankly she was sick of it. Sick of people walking around on eggshells, trying to break the news 'gently' as if there was such a way.

Severus was silent for a few moments before he answers, slowly, "I spoke with Dumbledore today. He had a proposition for me." His speech was quiet, mumbled and yet it still trailed off at the end. Lily could feel that this wasn't going to be good news.

Severus took a breath in and Lily's heart dropped into her stomach.

"He wants me to join the Death Eaters," he paused, "as a spy."

Lily just stares at him. Really really stares. The words are floating there in the space between them like dust in a sunbeam. They don't settle, they don't get processed.

Severus opens his mouth like he wants to repeat the words but they get stuck on his tongue, almost as if they don't quite want to disturb the heavy silence that was created the first time. It's Lily who breaks the silence, it always is.

"No," her voice croaks. It's not a statement. It's a whispered plea, a beg to the universe that this cannot be happening. "You didn't accept? Please Severus tell me you didn't accept."

Severus looks away and that tells Lily all she needs to know. The nausea rolling up inside her stomach rises to the back of her throat as she feels dread take its place. Severus is going to join the Death Eaters. Severus is going to die.

Severus watches closely as Lily's breath quickens and she blurts out, "I'm pregnant." ...

What?

She stares resolutely at Severus, refusing to back down or take back her words in response to his shock.

"You can't join the Death Eaters because I'm pregnant and- and I need you to help me raise this baby." Her bright green eyes fill with unshed tears as she lets in a quick breath, It getting caught on the tightness of her throat.

"You're not." Is what Severus manages to get out, his head spinning with possibilities and calculations, "You can't be, we used protection every-"

"Sirius' birthday"

Well fuck. They had come back very drunk from that party, the stress of the war causing them to be more careless than they usually would be.

"Sev," she grasps his arms, gaze burning into Severus' deep brown eyes, "you have to tell him you can't accept. This- this is suicide."

Severus' face pales but he doesn't say anything in response, he slowly slides out of Lily's grip and stands a few steps back. It's at that moment that Lily's sadness and desperation turns into anger.

"How could you be so- so- so selfish!?" She spits out, arms flying out and eyes blazing with pure fury, "you have a family here and you're just going to leave it behind because Dumbledore says so?"

"Selfish?" Severus' own voice raises as he scoffs out, "I'm doing this for my family Lils. I'm doing this to keep you safe!"

"I don't need your protection!" Lily screams, "what I need is for you to be here, with us-"

It's at that moment that James Potter walks in, dragging with him the harsh winter air before the door slams shut and he stares at the couple yelling in front of him.

"Uh? Am I interrupting something?" He tries for humour. It falls flat.

Severus and Lily just look at him before turning back to each other. Severus takes a long stride forwards and hisses out, "I am not raising a child in a world where it would be killed just for being alive. I have to do something about this." At his last word he swiftly turns around and stomps in front of James

"Move."

"Wh-what?" James' head looks between Severus and Lily before settling on Severus, "I'm not letting you leave like this, Lily is upset we need to-" He doesn't manage to finish his sentence as the body of Severus' shoves him out of the way and promptly slides out of the door.

James splutters, "well that was just rude. Lily what's going on?" He scoops her up in a hug as she shakes in rage.

"He's joining the Death Eaters"

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Part 2?

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chillinwithbyler · 10 days ago

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Okay WILL IS NOT GOING TO DIE. (Big ass theory below the cut).

I imagine a lot of people have already clocked this but I'm just a dumbass who wants to add my own theory on the topic because I can't help opening my trap and I can't stop yapping for the life of me.

We have quite a lot of parallels between Will Byers and Harry Potter. Which is crazy because I spent so long obsessing over the story of Harry Potter but anyway.

Harry Potter

He wasn't born with the ability to look into Voldemorts mind, only when he was caught up in the disastrous events that killed his Mother and Father did he gain the curse of housing part of Voldemorts soul inside of him.

He was CHOSEN.

Because of this, he knows when he's close. He feels it in his scar when something is about to go down. And somewhere along the way, he's able to actually hear Voldemorts thoughts and all that pizzazz.

"There's a reason Harry can speak with snakes. There's a reason he can look into Lord Voldemorts mind. A part of Voldemort lives inside him."

I imagine we're going to get a scene similar to this in season five where they figure out the exact reason Will can feel the Upside Down and Vecna.

Will Byers

Again, not born with the tingle. We're not given much time to see his life before he was taken into the UD, but I think it's safe to assume he didn't have the tingle before he was possessed.

And again, it seems like Will was chosen. For some unknown reason which I think will be revealed in season five.

Will VS Billy

I know their exorcisms were different (Billy with the sauna and Will with the radiators), but the MF seemed a lot more adamant about keeping Will than he was with keeping Billy. With Will, he held on for as long as he could, even staying when the tunnels were literally being burned to ash. He stayed until the last possible second.

Billy was loyal right from the start and didn't stand a chance against the possession. He was carrying out the MF's plans right from the get-go.

But the SECOND Billy showed signs of resistance, he was disposed of.

However, Will fought against it and even managed to keep the MF at bay for DAYS before the MF finally took over. So many times, Will stepped out of line, fought back, and even attempted to sabotage the plans. Yet the MF didn't dispose of him.

So what is my point here?

I'm going to say that..perhaps Will could still have part of the MF in him. A small enough part that could go unnoticed and wouldn't interfere with his body temperature, which could be why he can still feel the UD.

Perhaps the MF is just biding his time while he's waiting.

In season 3, he didn't NEED Will. He could have gone after him if he wanted. It would have been all too easy to go after Will in season 3 with him being cut off from his friends and feeling alone, but he didn't.

HE DIDN'T.

Because while he was flaying people, he was killing them.

Billy and all those other people were expendable. Will isn't. To the MF, Will is worth more than all of these people he killed. The MF needs him, so he kept him aside purposefully.

So how does this relate to Harry Potter?

Throughout the movies, we see Harry fighting the connection, with Snape trying to teach him how to gain control over his own mind so Voldemort can't control it. Even Hermoine advises not to let him in.

However, in Deathly Hallows, he's seen using the connection to locate where Voldemort is and even forms the plan to go and sacrifice himself. He goes to die.

I think we could get something like this from Will, as we know he's the self sacrificing type.

But we could probably see elements from A Wrinkle In Time as well, where Charles Wallace ALLOWS himself to be hypnotized.

Already, these two are linked by the fact that they're finding strength in what has cursed them. They're finding strength in the big bad. (Charles with IT and Harry with Voldemort).

Sound familiar?

Camazotz

In a Wrinkle In Time, their dad goes missing in the alternate dimension called Camazotz, which we can assume is similar to Max being trapped in Vecna's mind.

Using all this information, I think it could be very possible that Will is going to be fighting possession OR Vecna through the season but eventually gives in in order to use the connection to find Max and..

Escape from Camazotz.

In A Wrinkle In Time, when Charles Wallace allows the hypnosis to save their dad (Will allowing Vecna to possess him to save Max), Calvin and Meg try to save him.

"That's so like you to try to come to the rescue, isn't it, Calvin? Always so helpful, overly cheery. Trying to please everyone. Hoping that you're not just a burden. Pathetic." I can see Will saying this so clearly while he's deep in the possession.

"It's not why I do it." (This is just so Mike)

"Of course it is! Why else would you come on this ridiculous journey with people you barely know?" (Mike working with the new kids we've been shown in the trailer)

In response, Mike would have a reason to confess. He came on this journey to save Will. Because he loves him.

I've seen people saying Will is going to pull the "Ha I'm on the bad guys side now but OH WAIT it's just a trick and I'm actually the inside man and I was good all along."

This would be a good way for Will to call Vecna off while he "deals" with Mike, essentially leaving Will in charge. And because Vecna is confident he has Will, of course he steps back and leaves it up to him. Because he wants to see Will thrive on THEIR side.

"What has the IT done to you?"

"The IT has shown me my potential."

"Please. Charles Wallace, I'll do anything you want."

"Charles Wallace isn't here right now."

(These are scenes I can see happening in season five I CAN JUST SEE IT IN MY TINY BRAIN)

In In A Wrinkle In Time, Meg tells Charles how much she loves him and how much she cares about him in order to free him of the control. I think this could be the moment where Mike finally confesses to Will to break him out of the possession.

It would also make sense for Mike to confess his feelings in this episode because Camazotz is a place where people are forced to confront the norms.

If Mike and Will finally confess, they'd be escaping from Camazotz. So already, this episode is looking to be the ultimate byler episode.

Another similarity I noticed was the way he said "I thought you were like me, Charles Wallace. I thought you were special. And you are. You passed the test."

This sounds like something Vecna would say to Will.

But Vecna isn't the Big Bad.

In In A Wrinkle In Time, the man with the red eyes isn't the real Big Bad. As we can see, he's just a puppet on strings, which portrays what Vecna is to the MF. A puppet on strings.

But also..

What if...surviving in the UD was Will's test? To see if he could bear the stress of what the MF has planned for him.

And Will passed. We KNOW he was highly resourceful in the UD and survived longer than anyone else did.

Why does Will look like he's always dying in the teaser?

I think somewhere along the way, Will could learn to use the connection for his own gain, as we see Harry doing in Deathly Hallows. He could use the connection for HIS benefit instead of Vecna using it to torment him.

He flips the board.

Maybe that's why we keep seeing Will on his deathbed in the teaser. He could be practising using the connection.

There are so SO many connections between these three (Charles Wallace, Harry, and Will) that it's impossible to ignore just how much they parallel each other.

I can't see Will dying, not after everything that has happened. If anything, I think breaking Max free from Vecna's mind is going to play a key role in defeating him and the UD for good. Even after Harry LITERALLY went to die, he didn't. And Charles Wallace being hypnotized, he didn't die either.

And I can't see them killing Will since it would be lazy writing and so underwhelming. I expect they have some big plot twist that I can't wait to see.

This is just a fun little theory, and I couldn't help but point out the similarities between them all!

Please be aware my mind is..not good. ADHD is a bastard when it comes to putting my thoughts into words, so it's often clumpy and confusing (which is why I don't post about theories even though I've done quite a lot of them), so please forgive me.

This would be SUPER interesting to see and I can't wait to theorize with yall when the full trailer and volume 1 drops.

#will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things analysis #byler #stranger things #byler analysis #st 5 theory #st 5 #my brain is a messy place #GET OUT #I NEED TO GO TO MY MIND PALACE #This is JUST a theory and i expect we'll get some super cool plot twists and this was all just for fun

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charmed [18]: 'the finale: part 2' (remus lupin x reader)

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a/n: here it is ;'). the culmination of 3 years. before i say too much, there will be an epilogue so that is some consolation to me. because im in complete denial that its ending. i've never completed a piece of work of this magnitude before, and its completely thanks to the amazing love and feedback you have shown me that has kept me going. stay alert for the epilogue:) but without more waiting, here is the final part of charmed.

a/n: oh also, because i try to keep it as canon and tight as possible: unlike in the movie, remus doesnt transform OUT of his clothes. if not, he'd wake up naked lol. also, the book says hogsmeade station is not next to the village. i used the video game version where they're side-by-side for plot convenience.

18.

After hours of darkness, dawn’s first light etched its way through the thick trees of the Forest. Wolf shrunk back down into man, and heavy with exhaustion, he passed out onto the soft mossy floor.

A few trees away, high up in the branches, laid a watchful dove, who had fallen fast asleep with her head under her wing.

Moments passed, and the sky began to lighten with coats of yellow painting over the dark hues of black. They both awoke. Y/N floated down to where Remus was and transformed back.

“You okay?” She croaked, grabbing onto his robes that had brand new tears in it from last night.

Remus nodded. “And you?” He cradled her head in his two hands gently and looked down at her stomach.

She nodded back. They pulled each other into a silent hug, their heads pounding and their hearts tight with fear. They were both terrified of what had happened last night, but they didn’t speak on it. They needed the last of their energy to make it back to the Castle, where hopefully, everyone from last night laid safe and would be able to retell everything.

Finally, they reached the Whomping Willow. After grabbing Harry’s cloak and the map they had left there last night, they made their way into the castle. Fawkes was there to greet them, perched upon the railing of the staircase. Y/N and Remus took this as a sign, and followed the bird through the quiet, dim castle into Dumbledore’s office.

“Thank you Fawkes,” Dumbledore said softly as they entered his study, petting him on the head as it returned to its stand. “Professors, you have had a long night.” He gestured to his large divan, on top of which Y/N and Remus gladly crashed.

“Headmaster—“ Remus cried out softly, the word shakily exiting his mouth in desperation and weariness.

“Do not fret, I will explain everything.” Dumbledore waved his hand, and two steaming cups of tea appeared in front of them, as well as a plate of small cookies. “Please.”

Y/N and Remus gratefully brought the warm liquid to their mouths, and squeezed each other’s hand as Dumbledore began explaining everything. He told them that Ron, Harry and Hermione were currently safe and sleeping in the Hospital Wing. He is unsure of the details on what went down after them two had gone into the forest, but the three children were brought into the castle by Snape, passed out on stretchers.

Dumbledore proceeded to explain that Hermione had been in possession of a Time-Turner all year long to attend extra lessons.

“All it took was a word of them freaking out over Sirius and Peter for me to understand everything. But of course, no one would believe the word of three 13-year-old’s and even less mine who had witnessed nothing. I had to maintain neutrality in front of Fudge. That is when I proposed Miss Granger the plan to turn back time. You might forget that one more innocent life was falsely accused last night. And thank goodness, Hermione and Harry succeeded. They snuck back into a presumedly locked Hospital Wing and Sirius took off on Buckbeak right before midnight, with Fudge, Macnair and Snape completely in the dark.”

Remus and Y/N finally exhaled the breath they had been holding in for hours.

“Thank God.”

“So he’s free?” Remus asked. “Sirius?”

“Yes he is, Remus.” Albus responded.

Remus leaned back into his seat, pressing his fingers against pursed lips. The back of his eyes burned. He nodded. He shut his eyelids for a second. His friend was alive. He was out there.

“God, this is such a mess.” Y/N shook her head, burying her head in her hands. “Pettigrew got away.” She looked up at Dumbledore with worry in her eyes. “What will this mean..?”

Dumbledore shook his head wistfully. “There is no way to know.” He paused in deep reflection for a second. “There is no way to tell right now.”

The three sat together in silence for some time. There was gravity in the air as to what a now free Pettigrew might imply.

“Professors.” Albus smiled warmly. “You have done greatly. I suggest you two get some rest. Before the whole school wakes up. I need to finish writing this letter to the Minister.”

They nodded and left after thanking him for everything.

Remus and Y/N walked slowly, hand in hand.

“At least he’s alive.” Y/N managed to smile, looking up at Remus.

He returned the smile. “He is. He’s out there.” He said, bringing Y/N’s knuckles to his lips.

“Now, come on, into bed.” Remus said almost sternly once they entered their room. He sat Y/N on the edge of the bed and bent down on one knee, insisting on untying her shoes for her. “This much stress can not be good for the baby.”

Y/N laughed incredulously, watching as he proceeded to remove her socks for her, then massaging her feet gently. She knew that whatever fatigue she was feeling, Remus had it 100 times worse, but she saw him push through it in attempt to make her more comfortable.

“Remus?” She said softly.

“Yeah my love?” He said, lifting her arms to pull off her shirt.

“I love you.”

Remus paused with her shirt halfway off. “I love you too.”

Y/N giggled, as her head was stuck in the fabric, but Remus didn’t care and leaned down to kiss her.

Finally completely undressed, Y/N flopped onto her pillow. She ran her hands across her pelvis lovingly. “Our little cub.”

She was so tired that she drifted immediately off to sleep, not noticing how Remus had frozen on the spot. “Cub” set off an alarm in him, a panic that he couldn’t quite shake. He closed his eyes, clutching his blanket tightly to his chest.

Y/N felt Remus toss and turn in the bed beside her. She ignored it the first few times, until the last one finally brought her back to full consciousness.

“Are you awake?” She grumbled.

“… No.” He whispered back.

Y/N opened an eye to peek at him.

Remus took a deep sigh and sat up.

“What’s up?” Y/N joined him.

“This… might sound stupid,” Remus began, “but I don’t know, you said something earlier that just really triggered me.”

“Oh?”

“You referred to our baby-“ Remus smiled slightly at the word and the thought, “as a ‘cub’”. He grimaced.

“Oh…”

“It just sent me in a panic and I haven’t been able to quite shake it— and the thoughts, they’re paralyzing me.”

Y/N listened carefully as he continued.

“I just think about me potentially passing down my condition to an innocent child- our child- and having it have to suffer so much, all because of me.”

“Hmm.” Y/N said. “Can I speak— is that all you wanted to share?”

Remus nodded.

“Would you still love my child even if it had the same mental health issues as me?”

“Of course, that’s not even a question.” Remus said.

“So what’s the fundamental difference between that and lycanthropy?”

“Well, you cannot compare the two, they are simply not— being a werewolf is dangerous to others.“

Y/N shrugged, “I could argue that a bunch of conditions can make someone dangerous to others. But yeah, I understand. Fundamentally though, this is our child. Ours, Remus. You and me. I’m going to love this baby so much, because it will be part you. Not in spite of that. And it may inherit some of your worse traits, but it will also inherit the things that make you-” Y/N cupped his face. “the most wonderful man I’ve ever met. If it inherits lycanthropy, it will just be one gene out of 5 million other ones. It won’t change a thing in how much I will fucking love them.”

Remus remained silent.

“Yes, it’ll come with its own challenges. But having a kid was never gonna be easy right? And it’s nothing we can’t prepare for? It’s not like tracking the moon and handling transformations is completely new to us. We would just have two little furry friends every month instead of just the one. And they can come to Hogwarts, just like you have. And they’ll experience all the joys and laughs and cries at this castle as we have. Plus, they will get to grow up in a time where Wolfsbane is more accessible.”

Remus looked half-convinced.

“Plus, the baby will be half me. Will you not love something that is half me?” Y/N pouted.

Remus chuckled, finally breaking, throwing his head to the side. “Of course, I’ll love it. I love things that are 1% you, I love things that aren’t even you but remind me of you.”

Y/N cooed.

Remus put his arm around Y/N’s shoulder and brought her head to his lips. “I love you more than anything there is, and the only thing I would more is I fear, our baby.”

Y/N felt a tear creep up to her eyes. “Me too. So we’ll be okay, okay?”

Remus took a deep breath, feeling the air transition in and out of his body. “Okay”.

The fear wasn’t as strong. He kept holding onto Y/N, until the fear almost went away completely. And they fell back asleep.

Their time of respite was cut short by a knock on the door. Y/N stirred, rubbing her eyes. What time even was it? She turned to see Remus still deep in slumber. She smiled, and got up.

“Professor McGonagall!” She said in slight surprise to find her at their door.

“I’ve come to bring you breakfast,” Professor McGonagall said, carrying a tray with two plates on it.

“Oh, thank you! Come in, come in.” She ushered her in, letting her set the tray on the table.

“There is… something else I need to discuss.”

“Oh?” Y/N folder her arms across her chest.

Professor McGonagall sat down and ushered Y/N to take the chair next to her.

“Professor Snape, this morning… at breakfast… well— He told everyone about Lupin’s condition.”

Y/N swallowed. She took a deep breath. Then she began nodding slowly. “Everyone?”

“Well, he mostly said to the Slytherins, but you know the school: if one student knows, every one will know.”

Y/N nodded again, pursing her lips.

“I am really sorry, Y/N.” Professor McGonagall said regretfully. “He… he does not deserve this.”

Y/N merely continued to nod. “Thanks for coming to tell me this, Minerva.”

McGonagall stood, and laid a hand on her shoulder.

“And thank you for the food.”

Y/N watched the older witch leave and looked back at the bedroom door. She tapped her foot nervously. She checked the clock. Breakfast was still being served. She got up.

Most of the students were enjoying their meal quietly as the Great Hall was filled with a low buzz of morning chatter, cornflakes being poured into bowls and envelopes of morning mail being ripped open to read. Suddenly, the doors burst open, and Y/N came storming in.

“SNAPE!”

A hush fell over among the students, as they were slightly distraught to see their Charms teacher like this.

She spotted Snape at the teacher’s table, who had awkwardly set his goblet down. “SNAPE!” Her angry footsteps echoed off the walls of the Hall.

“WHERE do YOU get off, telling people about MY HUSBAND’s business?!!” She yelled.

There was a huge, collective gasp from the students.

“Are you this PATHETIC that you feel the need to stoop THIS LOW, and ruin Remus’ ENTIRE reputation? Based on WHAT? HUH? WHAT— are you mad that things, WHERE YOU HAD NO PLACE TO BE TO BEGIN WITH, didn’t go YOUR WAY? SOMETHING YOU WERE COMPLETELY WRONG ABOUT BY THE WAY— you didn’t even TRY to hear us out, but that’s just how you are, isn’t it? SO STUBBORN, I don’t know if you know this, SEVERUS, but we are ADULTS NOW. I COULD PULL THE SAME SHIT AS YOU AND EXPOSE SO MUCH OF WHAT YOU WERE— NO, ARE— but I won’t, I don’t want to waste my BREATH.”

Multiple professors had run down at this point to hold Y/N back, and were busy rushing her to the side and out of the room.

“I’d start with how you got that BUMP on your head, but that doesn’t even matter—“ Y/N fought, “and DON’T EVEN THINK of raising your wand at me, I am PREGNANT—“

The entire student population let out another gasp in unison.

“But again, it wouldn’t be unlike you to want to hurt A CHI-I-I-LD”.

The last word echoed through the doors as Y/N was pulled away by a swarm of teachers.

The Great Hall burst out into a swarm of loud, buzzing chatter as Snape quickly turned away and vanished from his seat.

“OH MY GOD?”

“WHAT JUST HAPPENED—“

“HER HUSBAND?!”

“AND SHE’S PREGNANT—“

“DID SHE REALLY MEAN TO LET SLIP THAT LUPIN IS HER HUSBAND OR—“

“I fucking KNEW IT! FINALLY!”

“BLOODY HELL, WE GOT A CONFIRMATION FOR REAL NOW THAT—“

“PROFESSOR Y/L/N AND LUPIN, I mean, it’s always been—“

“We BEEN knew—“

“HUSBAND?!!!!!!!!!”

Fred and George had risen to their feet on top of their seats with a large roll of parchment and began crying out: “Alright, listen up! Those who bet AGAINST Professors Y/L/N and Lupin, come pay up OR double or nothing— GENDER OF THE BABY! COME PLACE YOUR BETS, WILL IT BE A BOY OR GIRL, BOY. OR. GIRL?!”

It took Professor McGonagall 30 minutes to break up the hullabaloo of gossip-wired teens and dispatch the students into their respective common rooms where they could get ready for the Hosmeade visit scheduled that day.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the hospital wing at noon, and it was to find an almost deserted castle (courtesy of Professor McGonagall’s incredible crowd-herding skills). The students were all ushered out to the village and she hoped they would burn enough energy shopping and exploring.

Neither Ron nor Hermione felt like going, however, so they and Harry wandered onto the grounds, still talking about the extraordinary events of the previous night and wondering where Sirius and Buckbeak were now. Sitting near the lake, watching the giant squid waving its tentacles lazily above the water, Harry lost the thread of the conversation as he looked across to the opposite bank. The stag had galloped toward him from there just last night....

A shadow fell across them and they looked up to see a very bleary-eyed Hagrid, mopping his sweaty face with one of his tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs and beaming down at them.

"Know I shouldn' feel happy, after wha' happened las' night," he said. "I mean, Black escapin' again, an, everythin' -- but guess what?"

"What?" they said, pretending to look curious.

"Beaky! He escaped! He's free! Bin celebratin' all night!"

"That's wonderful!" said Hermione, giving Ron a reproving look because he looked as though he was close to laughing.

"Yeah... can't've tied him up properly," said Hagrid, gazing happily out over the grounds. "I was worried this mornin', mind... thought he mighta met Professor Lupin on the grounds, but Lupin says he never ate anythin' las' night...."

"What?" said Harry quickly.

"Blimey, haven' yeh heard?" said Hagrid, his smile fading a little. He lowered his voice, even though there was nobody in sight. "Er -- Snape told all the Slytherins this mornin'.... Thought everyone'd know by now... Professor Lupin's a werewolf, see. An' he was loose on the grounds las' night.... An’ then Professor Y/L/N came rushing in, cussing Snape out and all that, cause he’s her husband you see. Don’t know where she’s at but he’s packin' now, o' course.”

"He's packing?" said Harry, alarmed. "Why?"

"Leavin', isn' he?" said Hagrid, looking surprised that Harry had to ask. "Resigned firs' thing this mornin'. Says he can't risk it happenin again.”

Harry scrambled to his feet.

"I'm going to see him," he said to Ron and Hermione.

"But if he's resigned —"

“— doesn't sound like there's anything we can do —"

"I don't care. I still want to see him. I'll meet you back here."

Lupin's office door was open. He had already packed most of his things. The grindylow's empty tank stood next to his battered old suitcase, which was open and nearly full. Lupin was bending over something on his desk and looked up only when Harry knocked on the door.

"I saw you coming," said Lupin, smiling. He pointed to the parchment he had been poring over. It was the Marauder's Map.

"I just saw Hagrid," said Harry. "And he said you'd resigned. It's not true, is it?"

"I'm afraid it is," said Lupin. He started opening his desk drawers and taking out the contents.

"Why?" said Harry. "The Ministry of Magic don't think you were helping Sirius, do they?"

Lupin crossed to the door and closed it behind Harry.

"No. Professor Dumbledore managed to convince Fudge that I was trying to save your lives." He sighed. "That was the final straw for Severus. I think the loss of the Order of Merlin hit him hard. So he -- er -- accidentally let slip that I am a werewolf this morning at breakfast."

"You're not leaving just because of that!" said Harry.

Lupin smiled wryly.

"This time tomorrow, the owls will start arriving from parents.... They will not want a werewolf teaching their children, Harry. And after last night, I see their point. I could have bitten any of you.... That must never happen again."

"You're the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had!" said Harry. "Don't go!"

Lupin shook his head and didn't speak. He carried on emptying his drawers. Then, while Harry was trying to think of a good argument to make him stay, Lupin said, "From what the headmaster told me this morning, you saved a lot of lives last night, Harry. if I'm proud of anything I've done this year, it's how much you've learned.... Tell me about your Patronus."

"How d'you know about that?" said Harry, distracted.

"What else could have driven the dementors back?"

Harry told Lupin what had happened. When he'd finished, Lupin was smiling again.

"Yes, your father was always a stag when he transformed," he said. "You guessed right... that's why we called him Prongs."

Lupin threw his last few books into his case, closed the desk drawers, and turned to look at Harry.

"Here -- I brought this from the Shrieking Shack last night," he said, handing Harry back the Invisibility Cloak. "And..." He hesitated, then held out the Marauder's Map too. "I am no longer your teacher, so I don't feel guilty about giving you back this as well. It's no use to me, and I daresay you, Ron, and Hermione will find uses for it."

Harry took the map and grinned.

"You told me Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs would've wanted to lure me out of school... you said they'd have thought it was funny."

"And so we would have," said Lupin, now reaching down to close his case.

"I have no hesitation in saying that James would have been highly disappointed if his son had never found any of the secret passages out of the castle."

There was a knock on the door. Harry hastily stuffed the Marauder's Map and the Invisibility Cloak into his pocket.

It was Professor Dumbledore. He didn't look surprised to see Harry there.

"Your carriage is at the gates, Remus," he said.

"Thank You, Headmaster.”

Lupin picked up his old suitcase and the empty grindylow tank.

"Well — good-bye, Harry," he said, smiling. "It has been a real pleasure teaching you. I feel sure we'll meet again sometime. Headmaster, there is no need to see me to the gates, I can manage...."

Harry had the impression that Lupin wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

"Good-bye, then, Remus," said Dumbledore soberly. Lupin shifted the grindylow tank slightly so that he and Dumbledore could shake hands. Then, with a final nod to Harry and a swift smile, Lupin left the office.

“After you, darling.” Remus said, holding the carriage door open.

“Thank you.” She hummed, taking Remus’ outstretched hand and climbing into the carriage.

They settled into their seats and the Thestrals began to move. They looked out the window, watching the Castle grow smaller and smaller. Tears rolled down Y/N’s cheeks.

She turned to face forward, slumping into the back of her seat and sighed. She glanced at Remus, who was staring back at her. She pouted.

“You don’t have to come with me, you know.” He began.

She shook her head.

“You can finish the term properly, hand out grades, enjoy the end-of-year feast…”

“We’ve talked about this, Rem.” She cut him, placing her hand on his shoulder. “I wanna be with you. Don’t want you to be alone right now. Plus, if you think I didn’t ask the house-elves to cook up something for me…us…”

Remus laughed incredulously as Y/N showed him the contents of her bag, which included a few wrapped sandwiches, several pastries, a banana and an apple, and homemade candied almonds.

The two wistfully looked out the window.

“I want to tell you, Y/N, that—“ Remus looked down at his hands. “This year might have been the best year of my life. Of course there were other happy years in my life, like some at Hogwarts as a child, or when I met you, but…”

He pursed his lips together and looked back at the Castle. “There’s something about being back here… with you this time… Hogwarts was the first place I had ever found joy. And friendship. And being able to revisit it so many years down the line as a man, and experience it doing something I love with whom I love, also doing what she loves…”

His voice broke as he covered his eyes.

“Oh, Remus.” Y/N grabbed his hand. “I feel the same way. I didn’t really know you when we were first here. But being able to experience Hogwarts with you, it’s been… well, magical.”

Y/N looked at him intensely through glassy eyes. “Oh, and I hate that it has to end like this, I do, no I do—“ She reiterated as he began shaking his head. “Because, you don’t tell yourself this enough, but you have so much to be proud of this year. I’m so proud of you. You’ve accomplished something so special here, you might not see it but I do, I’ve been seeing it all year. You were so important to those students. I literally heard it everyday- in the hallways, in the classrooms, in the library- how much they loved you.”

Remus was full on crying now.

“You.” Y/N said, jamming a finger into his chest. “I have loved this year because of how much it has brought me back to, but it’s been everything to watch you shine. Because of simply who you are. You’ve gotten too used to hiding in the shadows. And I felt like falling in love with you all over again.”

They engulfed each other in a hug as they both cried into each other.

Finally, the carriage came to a halt. The two came apart, sniffling, wiping their wet faces on the sleeves of their robes.

“God, we’re such saps, aren’t we?” Remus let out a wet chortle.

Y/N did the same back.

They both stepped out, with their bags onto Hogsmeade Station. The train had just arrived for them, blowing steam in a loud whistle.

Remus took the bags and began climbing on with them.

Out of the corner of Y/N’s eye, she saw dozens of students on Hogsmeade’s main street, in the middle of their weekend visit. A few of them seemed to be looking back. Recognizing who they were, she gave a big wave with her entire arm. They all waved back. And suddenly, they began growing larger. They were running towards the train platform.

“Oh my God, they’re coming…” Y/N muttered as the mob of students trampled into the station.

A dozen “Professor Y/L/N!”s broke out in different voices.

“Where are you going?”

“We heard you’re pregnant!”

“Is it true?!”

“Will you be back to teach next year?”

Y/N beamed at them as she looked in each of their faces. There was a mix of all her students, from all years and all houses. She felt a pinch of sadness to see that Harry, Ron and Hermione were not present.

“You guys…” Y/N took a deep breath. She put her hand on the shoulders of the two students nearest her. “Yes, I am pregnant.”

There was a collective whoop.

“So, I don’t see myself coming back next year as I would be on maternity leave.”

There was a collective “aw” of disappointment.

“What about Professor Lupin?” said a timid 1st-year.

Y/N smiled sadly. “I… don’t know, sweetheart.”

A shared expression of sadness fell upon the group.

“You know, we’ve been really depressed after hearing about Professor Lupin.” Seamus said, kicking his feet. “He was the best Defence teacher we’ve ever had!”

Remus had his ear pressed against the train door. He felt his heart clench. Y/N looked back at him and cocked her head slightly. He stepped down onto the platform.

The group of students erupted in cheers. “Professor Lupin!” They broke out in a cacophony of praise and sadness about his departure.

Remus bowed his head down in humility. He was at a loss of what to say. “I… thank you everyone. I am most glad that you have learned this much with me.”

A first-year stepped forward hesitantly, then lunged to hug Remus. Taken aback for a second, Remus then chuckled kindly and returned the hug.

“WE’RE GONNA MISS BOTH OF YOU SO MUCH!”

They then divided into two groups, one to group-hug Remus and the other, to Y/N. The two couldn’t stop laughing of glee, watching the scene unfold.

“Can we write letters to you when you’re gone?!”

“Of course you can.”

Finally, the train whistled and it was time for Y/N and Remus to board officially.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us all year you two were married, by the way.” A student finally said.

Y/N laughed. “Yeah…” She took Remus’ hand. “But I hear you guys were quite keen on figuring it out.”

With one last goodbye, Y/N and Remus climbed up onto the train. They took their seats and waved back at the students through the window. The train tugged forward, and several of the students sprinted and ran across the train, tapping on the window.

Y/N and Remus laughed with tears in their eyes, watching them slow down and stop as finally the train turned out of the station and away from the platform. From afar, they could see a small McGonagall-shaped figure whisk all the students away and back into the village. The figure stopped for a moment and looked at the train. She nodded and waved.

The train picked up speed and within seconds, Hogsmeade was replaced with tall sets of trees on both sides.

Y/N looked at Remus. He smiled. Taking a deep breath, Y/N closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder.

Remus sat there wide awake. He watched etches of forest zoom past them in the window. The train turned a corner and the trees dissipated, freeing the view upon the other side of the lake. The sky was impossibly clear, as tones of light blue filled his vision. Sun glistened atop the water’s reflection. He watched the scenery and thought back to his year, with a bright golden ball of light glowing in his chest. He knew it was going to be difficult to predict when he’d see Hogwarts again. But once again, it had changed him for good. And his future shined impossibly bright ahead.

With this feeling of warmth and hope, he closed his eyes and joined Y/N in her slumber.

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A Light in the Dungeons

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When a new professor arrives at Hogwarts to teach healing magic, she expects potions, pupils, and maybe a few castle quirks—not the infamously prickly Severus Snape.

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Author's Note: This fic has been brewing - ha, get it? - in my mind for years. I finally sat down and put it on paper (? screen?). I don't know if anyone will ever see it - but if you do, I hope you feel how much went into it.

There are about 6 parts to this first year at Hogwarts. I plan to post each as I have time, but the full 6 parts are posted to AO3 Here.

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Chapter One - The Arrival

Rae

The darkness surrounds me. I hold my hands up, wiggling my fingers. Bring them so close I bump my nose but see nothing. Pitch black. It’s cold. I shiver. I call out but can’t hear my own voice. A panic starts to rise in me. Where am I? I try to take a step forward, I stumble on my own feet, or at least I think that’s what I stumble on. I can’t see them, either. I try to cry out again, panic rising, my heart beating faster.

Then I feel it. Something is moving, slowly, towards me. I can’t see it, but I can sense it. It’s just as dark as the blackness surrounding me, but it feels… safe? Not warm, but the chill shifts to something more like a cool breeze on a summer day, or cold drink of water after a run. Grounding. Calming. Comforting. Then I hear it.

“Esmerae,” it calls to me. “Esmerae.” My name on its wind is not alarming. It’s intriguing, captivating me, pulling me closer. I begin to move forward again, but I don’t stumble this time. As I get closer to the source, I feel calmer. Like I’m moving toward a place I’ve known all my life, toward home. I can sense it’s so much closer now, maybe I can touch it? I reach out my arm, my hand swaying as I search for something to grab onto. I sense it closer. A cool breath on my fingers, I think I can finally reach it, just a few more inches…

I am jolted awake as the train comes to a stop.

I hadn’t meant to fall asleep; I was enjoying the beautiful Scottish landscape as the train brought me closer to my new home. But it has been a long journey, the flight from my hometown in the United States to London was over 10 hours. The train ride several hours after that. I did not allow myself any time between the two rides. I’m afraid if I stop moving forward, I will turn around and run the other way. Part of me still wants to.

I blink several times, trying to shake the dream away. It’s a dream as familiar to me as my own name, I’ve had it since I was a child. The darkness calling to me, a comforting pull, but always slightly out of reach. The dreams have occurred more often in the last few weeks, once I decided to accept the teaching position at Hogwarts. I hope it means this is the right thing to do, though the clench in my stomach gives me doubt.

I gather my bags and exit the train. Standing on the platform in Hogsmeade station, I breathe deeply, trying to silence the nerves that are jittering all over me as I take in the large castle in the distance. My new home, where the only family I have left waits for me.

I wish my mom was here, she would know exactly what to say to push me forward. I can hear her voice in my head, saying something like, “how are you going to know what happens in the next chapter if you keep rereading the last one?” She was always quick to come up with some catchy phrase to make her point. My heart aches remembering it, an ache that sneaks up on me so quickly I couldn’t brace for it, and my chest feels like it might crack. A gale sweeps in at that moment, nearly knocking me down. I see signs on buildings barely hanging on with the force, and people’s hats blowing right off their heads and they stumble in the push. Crap. I’m doing that, I realize.

I close my eyes and take another steadying breath, remembering her holding my hand when my magic got out of my control, rubbing the back of it with her thumb as she whispered, “breathe. Just breathe.” The wind dies down as I regain composure.

I remove the letter from my pocket, needing something else to focus on. It is worn and tattered from reading it so many times on the way here. I could recite it from memory at this point, but I read it again anyway.

My dear Miss Wren, Our earlier conversations have lingered in my thoughts, as has the unique nature of your magical talents. You possess a gift that is not easily defined, and certainly not easily contained. That alone makes you well-suited for a particular kind of work. And perhaps, for a particular kind of place. With that in mind, I would like to formally invite you to join the faculty at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the coming academic year. Your role would be twofold: first, to assist Madam Pomfrey in matters of magical healing. I have no doubt your experience and instincts will be of great value to her. Second, to develop and teach a new course for our upper-year students, focused on advanced magical healing theory and practice. Beyond the professional opportunity, I believe this invitation may offer something more... a chance to explore the questions still unanswered between us. While letters serve their purpose, they are a poor substitute for real conversation, face to face. I do not expect your trust, only your time. I ask for neither your forgiveness nor your certainty, only the willingness to see what may be found. Your quarters, library access, and course structure will be arranged as you see fit. I trust you to build something worth learning. Should you accept, I would ask that you arrive by the third week of July to acclimate to the castle and your colleagues before the students return. Whatever your decision, know that the door remains open. With respect and quiet hope, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore Headmaster, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

I waited as long as I possibly could, not purchasing my flight until the day before. I’m still uncertain that this is a good idea. My mom kept him a secret my whole life for a reason. It almost feels like a betrayal of her memory to continue pulling this thread. She would never feel that way. She always saw what I needed before I did. And I think she would know I need this, too. Now more than ever.

I skim it again, the letter from my father. “A chance to explore the questions still unanswered between us.” I have so many.

It’s those questions that run through my head as I gather my bags - some pushed several feet away in the force of the wind - and start my trek to Hogwarts.

As I reach the courtyard of the main entrance, I am greeted by a thin, old man with missing teeth and wispy gray hair. He takes my bags from me and I introduce myself as the new Magical Healing teacher, offering him my brightest smile. The walk here calmed my nerves quite a bit, as I took in the astounding sight of the castle, the lake, the mountains. I can’t wait to explore it all.

My smile seems to startle him, and then he stammers out, “Name's Filch. Caretaker of Hogwarts. This is Mrs. Norris.” I’m confused at first, it is only the two of us in the courtyard, but then I hear a soft mew and look down to find a frayed old cat staring back at me with bulging eyes. “Oh, what a beautiful kitty!” I exclaim as I crouch and reach out a hand to pet her. She hesitates before reluctantly moving forward to allow my hand to touch her head. I scratch her ears, and she begins to purr.

“She’s taken to you, already,” Filch excitedly says, and I grin up at him.

“If you care for this school as well as you do this beautiful cat, then I know we are in good hands,” I say as I stand again.

I see him puff with pride at my words. He bashfully tells me I’m to wait here for an escort around the castle, while he scuttles off with my bags.

When I find myself alone again, I begin to take in the courtyard. The ancient stone archways, the looming towers overhead. My breath catches at the sight. It’s the most beautiful place I have ever seen, and the sunlight glinting off of stained-glass windows seem to make it twinkle. Like it’s alive and winking at me, telling me we will be great friends.

Just then, the large front doors open and I see a tall man, clothed in darkness from his shoes to his shoulder length dark hair, squinting against the sun. I am taken aback at his features. A hooked nose and deep, dark eyes. He is unique and I can’t help but smile at him.

He does not smile back. Okay, then.

I introduce myself and reach out for a handshake. He does not move. What is this guy’s problem? My smile feels plastered to my face now as I refuse to let him see how unnerved I am by this. My mom said I inherited her stubbornness. I lean into that.

He makes me ask his name, and when he says it, I almost step backwards. I don’t know what I say after that, trying to keep my calm facade, but my mind is racing. That sound. His voice. A cool breeze on a summer day. A calming darkness. “Esmerae,” it calls to me.

He turns without a word, leaving me standing in the sun, alone with a voice from my dreams. I shake my head, but it lingers, the sound of… him.

Snape

Severus Snape stalks through the castle toward the Great Hall, robes billowing behind him. He had enough to do today. His classeoom and lesson needed attention before the arrival of students in a few short weeks. Why Dumbledore had tasked him to escort the new professor around Hogwarts he did not know. This task should have fallen on Minerva, as deputy headmistress. People like her, she is good at first impressions. She likes people. He does not.

He clenches his fists as he makes his way to the large front doors, annoyed already. The especially warm weather of this July day only added to his foul mood. He pushes through the doors and has to stop a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the shift from the dim castle corridors to the sunlit courtyard.

When he can finally see again, the vision before him immediately sets him on edge. A glowing vision in… lavender.

He scoffs.

She stands a few yards away, eyes directly on him and a smile beaming broadly, showing too many teeth. The sunlight wraps around her like a second skin. In her pastel purple sundress, her eyes shining with the full effect of her smile, she is so bright.

“Hi!” She nearly squeals. “I’m Rae!” She jolts forward with her hand outstretched.

Ray. Of course, her name is Ray. Will her cartoon animal friends be arriving soon, too?

He does not reach to meet her handshake.

Her smile never falters as she realizes and drops her hand to her side.

“And you are?”

A pause. He contemplates seeing how far he could get in this interaction without speaking but remembers that Dumbledore seemed to find this woman important.

“Snape,” he finally replies curtly.

Her smile moves easily into a slight smirk.

“Is that your first or surname? I’m still getting used to the customs here.”

For the first time he notices her accent.

American. Great. Snape manages to suppress the temptation to roll his eyes. He does not answer her question.

At that moment he turns and strides back into the foyer of the Great Hall, ready to get this over with and put as much distance as possible between him and this overwhelmingly luminous woman.

She must hesitate a moment because it takes several seconds before he hears the sounds of her heels clicking on the stone behind her.

Snape moves to the large inner doors that stand open, giving them a full view of the massive Great Hall and the long House tables. He gestures brusquely at the room and says, “the Great Hall. Meals are served here.”

He begins to move away and continue the tour he has already decided will include the bare minimum. A quick glance at her face leaves him struck still.

She has moved to the doorway of the Great Hall and is standing with her chin tilted upward, an expression of awe putting a childlike expression on her features. It’s then that he notices that, despite being out of the sunlight and enveloped in the dimly lit stone building, she still seems to glow. Like the sunlight was not just a second skin, but within her. Her bright eyes find his, and he looks away quickly, embarrassed to have been caught staring at her.

A result of the stained-glass windows and enchanted ceiling, nothing more , he convinces himself.

“It’s beautiful,” she says, referring to the charmed ceiling she was admiring.

It takes him a moment to regain his composure, more annoyed now, before turning to continue down the hall. She follows him, her pace hurried to keep up with his long strides. He does not slow for her.

As he walks her through the different areas of the school (only the ones he knows he cannot avoid showing her), she attempts small talk. She starts asking questions about the history of the castle, making comments about the detailed stonework or various charms imbedded in the stone. They pass a few other professors as they move from area to area, Minerva nearly giddy at the sweet greetings the girl gives her. Flitwick seems ready to sprout wings and flit behind her the rest of the tour. Severus clenches his jaw at the easiness with which she seems to enchant the other staff. Even Filch seems eager to please her when he informs her that her bags were delivered safely to her rooms. She touches his arm and smiles warmly as she gives him her thanks. Severus is fairly certain he saw the man blush. Mrs. Norris purrs loudly as she rubs against the girl’s shins. He did not know the cat would touch a person other than Filch. His annoyance only seems to grow.

Her perky voice is giving him a headache, and he considers asking her to save all questions for someone else when they finally come to the headmaster’s office entrance. The end of their tour. Thank Merlin.

Snape is about to utter the password when the spiral stone staircase begins to move and Albus appears.

“Ah,” the old man’s voice expresses surprise, though Snape knows he timed this intentionally. “Our newest staff member, it is a pleasure to finally meet you!”

Snape does not let his surprise show. He hired a professor he had not met? He looks at the girl then and is again surprised. He sees a nervous smile and her hands fidgeting, a stark contrast to her easy introductions to everyone else she’d met. What is happening here?

He’s torn from his thoughts when Dumbledore speaks again.

“I hope Severus has been most accommodating in introducing you to our school?” He asks, a knowing glance aimed at Snape.

The girl looks at Severus then, meeting his eyes and that sly smirk appears again. “Yes. Severus has been very helpful. I couldn’t ask for a warmer welcoming committee,” she says, the look in her eyes conveying a shared joke between them. He nearly snarls in response. They are not familiar.

“Headmaster, if I may leave her in your capable hands, I do have other duties to attend to,” he turns to Albus, requesting permission to remove himself from this obnoxiously friendly woman.

As Dumbledore issues his thanks, Severus turns on his heels and strides away. Back to the comfort of the dark, hidden dungeons. Away from the unsettling and exposing warmth of the sunlight.

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forestdeath1 · 4 months ago

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you've cursed me with thoughts of sirius punishing severus for his bratty behavior <3

I mean... Yeah. He's such a brat here haha no wonder Sirius wanted to put him in his place. I mean Snape's not an idiot, he knows he's provoking Sirius, but he just keeps pushing it, almost enjoying getting under his skin and having Sirius push back. And the way he does it... Peak brat behaviour lmao

‘Oh yeah,’ said Sirius sarcastically. ‘Listening to Snape’s reports, having to take all his snide hints that he’s out there risking his life while I’m sat on my backside here having a nice comfortable time ... asking me how the cleaning’s going –’

***

‘Sit down, Potter.’

‘You know,’ said Sirius loudly, leaning back on his rear chair legs and speaking to the ceiling, ‘I think I’d prefer it if you didn’t give orders here, Snape. It’s my house, you see.’

‘I was supposed to see you alone, Potter,’ said Snape, the familiar sneer curling his mouth, ‘but Black –’

‘I’m his godfather,’ said Sirius, louder than ever.

‘I am here on Dumbledore’s orders,’ said Snape, whose voice, by contrast, was becoming more and more quietly waspish, ‘but by all means stay, Black, I know you like to feel ... involved.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ said Sirius, letting his chair fall back on to all four legs with a loud bang.

‘Merely that I am sure you must feel – ah – frustrated by the fact that you can do nothing useful,’ Snape laid a delicate stress on the word, ‘for the Order.’

***

‘Wait a moment,’ said Sirius, sitting up straighter in his chair. Snape turned back to face them, sneering. ‘I am in rather a hurry, Black. Unlike you, I do not have unlimited leisure time.’ ‘I’ll get to the point, then,’ said Sirius, standing up. <...> . ‘If I hear you’re using these Occlumency lessons to give Harry a hard time, you’ll have me to answer to.’

‘How touching,’ Snape sneered. ‘But surely you have noticed that Potter is very like his father?’

‘Yes, I have,’ said Sirius proudly.

‘Well then, you’ll know he’s so arrogant that criticism simply bounces off him,’ Snape said sleekly.

‘I’ve warned you, Snivellus,’ said Sirius, his face barely a foot from Snape’s, ‘I don’t care if Dumbledore thinks you’ve reformed, I know better –’

‘Oh, but why don’t you tell him so?’ whispered Snape. ‘Or are you afraid he might not take very seriously the advice of a man who has been hiding inside his mother’s house for six months?’

‘Tell me, how is Lucius Malfoy these days? I expect he’s delighted his lapdog’s working at Hogwarts, isn’t he?’

‘Speaking of dogs,’ said Snape softly, ‘did you know that Lucius Malfoy recognised you last time you risked a little jaunt outside? Clever idea, Black, getting yourself seen on a safe station platform ... gave you a cast-iron excuse not to leave your hidey-hole in future, didn’t it?’

Sirius raised his wand.

‘Are you calling me a coward?’ roared Sirius, trying to push Harry out of the way, but Harry would not budge.

‘Why, yes, I suppose I am,’ said Snape.

‘Harry – get – out – of – it!’ snarled Sirius, pushing him aside with his free hand.

#and it’s so funny how Snape keeps calling Sirius by his surname #severus snape #sirius black

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sorrowful-wallflower · 1 year ago

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Keep Talking and See What Happens

@struttingstag

April 26 Prompt: Keep talking and see what happens | 1943 words | Jegulus

CW: NSFW, Murder, graphic depictions of violence

"I'm on my way back now," James said into his Bluetooth headset.

"Did you get what I asked you to?" Regulus asked as he winced on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, I got it. Why aren't you in bed?"

James hiked the bag up on his shoulder and crossed the road. He ran to the shop to pick up some more medical supplies. Regulus was supposed to be in bed and James was only ten minutes away from the house.

"I'm fine, James."

"If you were fine then you wouldn't be wincing," James replied aggravated. "What was so important you couldn't wait ten more minutes?"

"Stop worrying. I just went to the bathroom." Regulus scoffed as James heard the bed squeak from the new weight. "Besides, it's not like I got shot or anything."

"No, you just got stabbed in the gut because you felt like taunting the Death Eaters."

"Worth it."

"Reg, you need to-" James paused when he realised where he was and who was headed straight for him.

James was five minutes away from his and Regulus' safe house and the Death Eaters were on their territory, which was reason enough for James to take them out. But considering he only had one pistol and a dagger that wasn't a viable option without them retaliating. He also wasn't going to lead them to Regulus. James turned down an alley that led him in the opposite direction and secured the backpack onto his back.

"James?" Regulus asked, clearly concerned based on his tone.

"It's gonna take a little longer, love, but I'll be there as soon as I can," James replied calmly as he slowed down his steps to a leisurely pace. He could feel them following him. "Just got a couple of visitors, that's all."

"Be careful, Jamie."

"Always am, love."

James hung up the phone before he dialled Sirius' number.

"What's up?" Sirius asked on the first ring.

"Might need a clean-up in a little bit."

"Got it. Is your location on?"

James pressed a button on his Bluetooth that sent Sirius his location.

"It is now."

"Got it. How many?" Sirius asked clinically as James heard some rustling in the background.

"Up to three."

"Where's Reg?"

"Safehouse."

"Good. I'll have Remus swing by in a minute."

Another couple of key details and James hung up the phone. He could see them in the mirrors of some of the buildings. It wouldn't take long before they caught up to him, not that he was really trying to get away from them. James started bobbing his head as if he was listening to music. He watched as they increased their pace.

"Well, what do we have here?" Snape taunted as he grabbed James's shoulder to stop him.

"You say that as if you aren't in our territory," James drawled in a bored tone as he pretended to pause his music.

"As if you can do anything without the infamous Black Brothers," Mulciber scoffed.

"I can do quite a lot actually," James smirked devilishly.

"Oh, he's so tough, isn't he?" Avery asked Snape.

"I'm surprised they haven't dropped your ass yet. It's not like you could provide them with anything."

James could feel his patience waning. He wanted to get back to Regulus and take care of his wound before it got any worse. But dealing with these assholes and getting them back to their own territory would have to come first. Sadly. James sighed as he watched the three attempt to rattle him.

"Say, how is dear Regulus? His cousin was wondering," Snape smirked as if he wasn't already on James' list.

"He's perfectly fine. Thanks for asking and you can tell dear Bella that we will decline her offer," James remarked evenly.

"You know, I knew I should have aimed a little higher but Little Reggie does have such a pretty mouth on him. Sharp tongue too. I'm sure we could find a use for it," Mulciber replied suggestively.

"Keep talking and see what happens," James gritted out as he unhooked the snap holding his pistol in place on his hip.

He had had enough of their bullshit.

"Oh, are you gonna call your little guard dog to do something about it?" Avery cooed.

"No." James shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as he cocked his hip.

"No?" Snape asked with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, poor little Potter thinks he can do something about it by himself," he mocked.

"And what are you going to possibly do?" Mulciber laughed but it died on his tongue as the bullet pierced his brain.

James had his pistol out and ready before he even started talking, not that any of them noticed. He was the picture of nonchalance as he returned his pistol to its holder. It didn't take long for the other two to realise what happened after his body fell to the ground. By that time, James had his dagger in hand and was waiting for them to make the next move.

It was Avery who charged at him with a knife of his own. James was surprised that neither of them thought to bring a fucking gun with them, not that he wasn't grateful. James preferred his dagger anyway. He preferred getting up close and personal with them. A firearm was too impersonal most of the time but it was effective when he wanted to make a quick point that couldn't be misinterpreted.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Avery shrieked.

James adjusted his stance and flipped the dagger in his hand so the blade was concealed by his forearm and made it easier to slice when needed. He smirked and beckoned them forward with his other hand in a 'Give me your best shot' motion. He let Avery get close enough to swipe his blade and nearly catch James in his side but James was quicker and sliced a long gash into his back as he stumbled past him.

Avery screamed and when James looked back to see him on the ground, Snape snuck up behind him and caught him in the side. It wasn't deep but it was enough to sting and bleed. James turned towards him with a glare two seconds before he connected his fist with Snape's nose, shattering it on impact.

James smirked while Snape grabbed his nose. James stalked towards him to punch him again but clearly, Avery didn't know how to stay down and punched James in the ribs. Two against one wasn't fair but it also wasn't anything James hadn't dealt with before. He growled as he grabbed Avery by the back of the neck and slammed his face into the building next to them, dragging it along until he was next to Snape. Snape was trying to stand up but James planted the sole of his boot into his back to keep him down.

"How's this for tough?" James asked calmly as he slit Avery's throat and watched the life drain from his eyes.

James tossed his limp body aside and focused his attention back on Snape, who was trying to crawl away from him.

"As for you," James bent down, grabbed him by his hair and yanked him back up. "You're going to deliver a little message for me."

"I'm not doing shit for you," Snape spat and James smiled devilishly.

That was exactly the response he was hoping for. James pinned him up against the wall and used his body as a punching bag, landing punch after punch until he was limp in James' hands. As much as he wanted to just kill all three, he needed to make a point. James was covered in blood and had a few scraps but nothing he couldn't take care of when he got back to the safe house.

"Let's try this again. You got your listening ears on now?" James asked as he slapped Snape until he fluttered his eyes open.

"You tell Bella that we decline her offer. There is nothing that they can offer for the Black Brothers to return to them and the next time she sends a weakling into my territory, she'll get the remains in pieces one by one until my point is made clear," James spoke in a tone that was so deadly calm that you could hear a pin drop on a pillow before Snape nodded slightly and James dropped him onto the ground and watched him scramble back to where he came from.

James was securing his dagger back into its holster on his arm when his Bluetooth rang.

"Did you enjoy that?" Sirius asked with a laugh in his ear.

"Is that even a question?" James countered as he picked up the casing off the ground.

He didn't need to since Sirius was nearby for cleanup but it was habit. He'll leave the bullet for Sirius to find though.

"Reggie is with Remus but he keeps trying to leave."

"Yeah, I'm on my way back now," James remarked as he headed out of the alley and back towards the safe house.

It didn't take him long to get there. When he walked inside, he could hear Regulus arguing with Remus to let him leave. Luckily, Remus was just as stubborn as Regulus. James shook his head as he took off his boots and the bag from his back before he walked to the bedroom.

"Love, stop arguing with Remus," James remarked from the door frame he was leaning against.

"Jamie," Regulus said with so much relief in his voice that it broke James' heart a little to make him worry. "You're bleeding."

"Yeah, you should see the other guy," James smirked and Regulus threw a pillow at him before he winced from the pain again. "Okay, that's enough of that. Lay back and let me take care of you."

"I can take care of myself," Regulus grumbled.

Remus quietly left the room after checking that James was okay. James brought the bag over to the bed and started laying out the supplies next to it. He lifted Regulus' shirt to see how his wound was healing. It still looked an angry red and would most likely scar. James removed the bandage before he cleaned the dried blood and applied a healing salve to soothe the redness and help the swelling go down before he placed a new bandage to keep out anything that would infect it.

While James was working, Regulus was trying not to flinch but no matter how many times you get shot or stabbed it still fucking hurts. When James was finished with Regulus, he took off his bloodied shirt and tossed it to the side before he looked in the mirror to assess the damage now that the adrenaline had worn off.

"Who the fuck cut you?" Regulus asked angrily.

James looked down at the cut right above his left hip and sighed, "Snape."

"I'm gonna kill him," Regulus spat as he tried to get out of bed again.

"If he's not dead already," James mused as he thought about how he should have killed him as well.

"You didn't kill him?"

"No, I sent him back with a message for your dear cousin, Bella."

"Why do you get to have all of the fun?" Regulus pouted.

"I don't have all the fun, baby. I just don't antagonise the rival gang for the hell of it."

James walked over to the bed to kiss the pout away. When he pulled away, Regulus reached out to trace the cut gently with a sad expression on his face.

"I still want to kill him."

"I know you do, baby."

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Chapter 1

Memory.

The night of the 1st of November 1981. Hogwarts.

“Very well. Very well. But never – never tell Dumbledore! This must be between us! Swear it! I cannot bear… especially Potter’s son… I want your word!” Snape exclaimed in a hoarse voice, beginning to regain control of himself from the shocking news of Lily's death.

“My word, Severus, that I shall never reveal the best of you?” Dumbledore sighed, looking into the young professor's angry, haggard face. “Well, if you insist...”

The potionist kept his attentive black eyes on the headmaster's face for a long time, and then lowered his head and ran his hands over his face, trying to finally calm down. But Dumbledore suddenly decided to break the silence.

“I have one more request for you, Severus,” he said quietly and calmly, looking at the young man carefully. Snape slowly raised his eyes to him, still red and swollen with tears.

“Which one?”

“Let's go,” the wizard turned round and headed for the exit of the office. The young potionist rose abruptly and followed his mentor.

The Headmaster led him down the corridor and then down the stairs. On the fifth floor, they entered a small, abandoned office. It was dark and quiet, and Snape looked around involuntarily, trying to figure out why he had been brought here.

Dumbledore had lit several candles, and their soft light illuminated a small crib-like device and a mat of toys. At the sight of it, Severus took a step back and shook his head.

“No, no... don't tell me...” he backed towards the door, hoping he could escape the responsibility the Headmaster wanted to place on him.

“Calm down, Severus, it's not him,” the wizard took quiet steps towards the cot and gestured for Snape to follow him. The young professor reluctantly obeyed. Leaning over the cot, he saw a small head framed by short dark brown hair peeking amusedly out from under the blanket. The baby was sleeping peacefully. “Did you know you had a third cousin?”

The potionist looked at the headmaster in surprise.

“What?”

“Does the name Alice Powell mean anything to you?” Dumbledore asked calmly, keeping his eyes on the sleeping girl.

Severus frowned, trying desperately to jog his memory. The name seemed vaguely familiar, but he didn't remember any of his relatives being called that. He'd never heard of them at all.

“I think she was the head girl when I was student.”

“Yes, and she was also your great aunt.”

“I didn't know that.”

“And this,” the headmaster pointed to the sleeping girl, “is your third cousin. Rachel Powell.”

“But why is she here?” Severus asked quietly, sensing that he hadn't just been brought here to meet relatives.

“Alice was killed by Death Eaters a week ago, but she had hidden the child safely before, and our agents found her hours later, crying in a cupboard,” Dumbledore paused, glancing at Snape, who stood motionless, looking at the child in confusion. “Her father is unknown, and all other relatives on her mother's side are dead or missing. There is only hope for you, Severus.”

“Raise her?” The young professor recoiled from the cot, looking at the headmaster in surprise. “But... I can't do it.”

“I don't think you have a choice. You're her only relative and we can only entrust her to you.”

“There are many good families...”

“But you're related to her,” Dumbledore insisted, burning Snape with a look of attentive blue eyes. “You can refuse her now, but in ten years she'll be your student, will you be able to look her in the eye?”

Severus hesitated, glancing at the child again confusedly.

“All right, I'll take her, but not tonight, I need time...”

“Of course, she's asleep now,” the wizard turned and headed quietly for the room, Snape following him. “You can pick her up at six o'clock tomorrow night, before Madam Pomfrey puts her to bed.”

#severus snape #fanfic #alternate universe #guardian rin phantom

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dufferpuffer · 1 year ago

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How do you feel about the theory that lupin was in on the prank? Or the hc that lupin was unaffected by the prank (like he didn’t really care that Snape was almost bit and that he wasn’t that upset about Sirius telling snape that)? I personally don’t really get that hc but I wanted to know your take

I think it goes against canon events and Remus' character in an unsatisfying way... for what reason? What does it add?

- Remus wouldn't fucking do that

Remus is uncontrollable as a werewolf. That's why his friends became animagi - to help shepherd him, as fellow animals. His greatest fear is spreading his Lycanthropy to others, like a lover or a child. Why would he take part in a prank that would risk that?

Cont. Approx 900 words

Yes, he did go on Full Moon walkabouts with the Marauders and it was reckless. He mentions even at the time feeling guilty and worried about it, but he did it anyway. That follows with his character: wanting acceptance and companionship even at the cost of doing what would be most responsible.

Remus is hardly considered human, legally. He isn't supposed to be at school. The Ministry can't decide whether Werewolves are 'Beings' or 'Creatures'. His parents were TERRIFIED of letting Dumbledore in their house because 'they thought he was there for Remus'. Thankfully he was there to play Gobstones, eat crumpets, and tell them he was willing to stick his neck ALL the way out to try and safely give Remus the education Werewolves are never allowed. There is a reason Remus worships the ground Albus walks on - and why he is so terrified of disappointing him.

He can justify walkabouts where the other marauders are keeping him, and other people, safe... how could he justify the risk of not only infecting Severus with Lycanthropy - but having his hiding place found out - and the possibility of his secret being spread...? Ruining every gift Albus set up for him - at his own risk?

Not only that - Remus is incredibly forgiving. He doesn't like Severus - but he doesn't hate him! He doesn't hate anyone, aside from himself. He doesn't even hate Fenrir Greyback for fucks sake. He wouldn't take part in such a brutal, risky, terrifying, self-endangering and Albus-endangering prank just because they didn't really like 'that Slytherin boy' much. He was a bully - but by being passive. By burying his nose in a book and being snarky and lying. NEVER with his claws.

- It takes away satisfying theories - adding nothing.

Sirius and Remus suspected each other of being the mole in the Order after school. It makes perfect sense for ANYONE to be suspicious of Remus:

He was spending long periods of time away from the Order, within secluded communities of 'his own kind', who have all faced deep discrimination and are being offered a potentially better world via Fenrir Greyback and Voldemort if they allow themselves to be used as tools. Remus himself was bitten by Fenrir Greyback - a man Remus has openly shown sympathy for.

Why was Sirius suspicious of Remus when they were friends...? Well... he wasn't as close to him as he was James. He was incredibly protective of James, his wife and his child. He should know Remus would never... but perhaps SOMETHING had STRAINED their relationship for awhile now, HMMM I WONDER WHAT IT COULD HAVE BEEN...

Why on earth would Remus be suspicious of Sirius...? Because he had a Pureblood family? The Blacks hadn't sided with Voldemort - only Regulus, if they even knew that about him - and Sirius had been against the whole concept for years. He was the black sheep, willing to risk his LIFE to become an animagus to spend time with a werewolf.

It would take something PRETTY HUGE to make Remus EVER suspect a member of the Marauders could be a spy, a mole... Hmm... Peter and Sirius both adore James... I wonder what sets them apart, what event could make one of them more suspicious... HHMMMM.... HHHMMMMMMM.... im REALLY thinkin' here...

Could it be... the willingness to use his most closely guarded secret, that could ruin his entire life or even get him killed... Something he is deeply ashamed of and FEARS ever making someone else suffer through.... ...As a TOOL for a PRANK - Just like the werewolves he spies amongst are being USED as TOOLS for Voldemort...????

Could that possibly have planted enough distrust in his heart that when he hears there is a mole amongst their ranks he turns directly to look at Sirius Black with suspicion...?

That is just a theory. But it has MEAT. It gives MORE REASON for the prank to have ever been shown to readers... rather than taking reason away.

- Why would you even want that...?

Why would you want Remus to have been a part of the prank...? Was James a part of the prank? I can imagine him being part of it - and getting cold feet. That still works with his character. In fact it works BETTER than if he had just heard of it and ran to stop it: Because he would have been part of its creation... and then decided his own actions were not good. Incredible growth.

Remus being a part of the prank, knowing he will be uncontrollable and might not even remember it... why? Why is this desired?!

It doesn't add to Severus' story - It takes away from him. If Remus was in on the prank, and then after the prank doesn't feel remorse and treats Severus as an ass... that takes away from the emotional complexity? It's flat and uninteresting!!!

At worst it HARMS Severus, that he might know that Remus was an active player of the event - and yet he tries to be civil. If he knows Remus MEANT to be part of that prank... he is willingly allowing him to teach students?!? He is giving him a potion that lets him keep his intelligence while a werewolf - knowing that intelligence CHOSE to PUT HIM IN DANGER?? It is juicer if he knows Remus didn't mean to... but still fears him. If he knows it isn't Remus' fault - yet Remus is still an ass to him. It makes his situation more complex. Right? Am I crazy...?

I am all for wacky HCs or alternate readings of events, even silly ones, that are fun and enjoyable or add some meat - but this one strips meat away and I'm not sure why you would want to do that???

I can only really think of the Wolfstar angle of having Sirius and Remus being close - and thus conspiring together... But it breaks who Remus is. If you need to break who Remus is just to engage with a ship... that's an AU, thats not Remus - thats an alternative boy who looks and acts a little like Remus. The Remus who would use his Lycanthropy flippantly is either a very different character or lives in a very different world.

#hp #remus lupin #love you remus #remus my beloved #sirius black #severus snape #headcannons

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joka13 · 2 years ago

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FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl - Part 20

WARNINGS: none

Throughout the day, even when they're not around, all you can think about are the twins. Memories of your most recent times spent with them cloud your mind. This is the first time you've ever struggled to focus in your classes and on your work. You really do try, but your thoughts always eventually drift off toward Fred and George.

While in his class, Snape notices that you are distracted. You startle when his voice sounds from right behind you.

"Miss y/l/n."

You slowly turn in your seat to face him with a smile. "Greetings, Professor," you chuckle gingerly.

"Staring at the cauldron isn't going to do you any good," he sniffs. A couple desks to your right, Malfoy snickers. Snape shoots him a glare, and Malfoy goes silent. Now you want to laugh, but control yourself as Snape turns to face you once again. "I want this potion finished by the end of class. I know you can do it."

You sigh quietly after Snape walks away. You make eye contact with Malfoy, who gives you a smug grin and nods at his own cauldron that has orange mist wafting out of it. He's halfway done with the potion. Though you haven't even started yours, you take it as a challenge and quickly get to work. Malfoy realizes what you're doing and also begins to rush, trying to be the one to finish first.

It isn't long before you easily beat Malfoy in the race, despite his head start on you. Before you can start celebrating, Professor Umbridge enters the room. The entire class, including Snape, freezes.

Snape's eyes dart down to the clipboard in Umbridge's hand. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asks her, though he appears far from pleased.

"Oh, don't worry about me! I'll only be a few minutes," she replies too happily. "I'm here for a class inspection." Before Snape can react, Umbridge starts to walk around the room.

She gives her attention to the students' potion brewing. She walks between the rows of desks, peering into cauldrons as she passes by. She comes to a halt by Malfoy's table.

Malfoy had not only failed to beat you in your unspoken race, but also, in his hurry, destroyed his potion entirely. Even from where you're sitting, you can see a strange, black concoction threatening to bubble over the brim of Malfoy's cauldron. Umbridge leans over it, then grimaces and plugs her nose, hastily taking a step back. Once she's a safe distance away, she scribbles something down on her clipboard.

You look over at Snape. He's staring down Malfoy with a murderous rage in his eyes. Malfoy shamefully sinks low in his chair. You start to smile, but stop when Umbridge approaches your table. She seems to admire the shimmering, red liquid in your cauldron.

"Professor, what have you instructed these children to brew?" Umbridge asks without looking up from your cauldron. You don't appreciate being called a child, but manage to keep your mouth shut.

"Common cold serum," Snape answers, still standing in the same place he was when Umbridge walked in. "Madam Pomfrey requested that we prepare more before the winter."

Umbridge nods and writes again on her clipboard. "Well, you've got at least one batch," she says. She gives Snape a sappy smile. "Good day to you, Professor."

Snape merely nods once in response. And with that, Umbridge exits the room.

The whole class immediately seems to relax. Even Snape exhales sharply as if he'd been holding his breath. He shuffles toward the front of the room.

"Malfoy," he says, sitting down behind his desk. Malfoy stiffens fearfully. "Detention in my classroom tonight. You will be packaging y/l/n's serum for the infirmary, and attempting to scrub the mess you made out of my cauldron. If you do not succeed, you will buy me a new cauldron."

Malfoy's shoulders slump forward in dismay, and you cup your hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing out loud. Your smile disappears when Snape looks at you, but he's not upset. If anything, his expression is almost thankful. Almost. He's frowning, but only a little bit, his brow less furrowed.

"And ten points to Slytherin," Snape finishes. He doesn't have to say why.

Malfoy scowls at you, and you return the smug grin he'd given you earlier.

After Snape's class, you're in a good mood. It's lunch time, so you head on up to the Great Hall. You are the first of your friend group to arrive, so you sit down by yourself and start eating.

Students file in through the Great Hall's large doors, but none of them are Fred or George. You notice Harry, Ron, and Hermione are also absent, and you begin to wonder if your missing out on something when Fred and George stumble into the room.

"Y/n!" they both pant, rushing over to you.

"Yes?" you reply in concern through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

"We've got to go!" says George. He lifts your bag and swiftly swings it over his shoulder.

You swallow thickly. "What? Why?"

Fred grabs your arm. "They'll be starting soon," says Fred.

"Who... What's starting?"

George grabs your other arm, and together the twins hoist you up out of your seat. You land unsteadily on your feet, but Fred and George hold you up. They start walking, practically carrying you along.

You squirm in their grasp. "Hey! You know I don't like being manhandled!"

Once you're outside of the Great Hall doors, the twins set you down. You notice a new educational decree on the wall, but don't get a chance to read it. Fred and George each take one of your hands into their own and gently encourage you to walk with them.

"Sorry about that," Fred apologizes.

"Yeah," says George. "Your size just makes it so easy." He chuckles.

You laugh. "No, I'm not small. You two are big."

"We used to do that sort of thing with Ginny... until she bit George on the arm for trying to pick her up," says Fred.

You gasp and laugh.

"She did warn me," George chuckles guiltily.

Fred and George pull you along through three hallways, two doors, and up one flight of stairs. It feels so nice to walk hand in hand with them both that you forgot you don't know where you're going.

"So, um, what is it that I'm sacrificing my lunchtime for?"

George laughs. "Oh, yeah..."

Fred leans in close to your ear. "The D.A.," he whispers. You look around for whomever he's trying to keep this information from, but the current hallway you're in is empty.

"D..." Realization hits you. "Oh...!" Dumbledore's Army. "Why didn't anyone tell me this was happening?"

"We didn't know about it either," says George. "Until Neville told us during our last class."

"Well, where is our first session being held?"

"In the Room of Requirement," Fred answers.

There's a moment of pause as you wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn't. "And... What is that?"

"It's a magically hidden room that changes according to whatever it is you may require," says Fred.

"This better not be like your 'I-Miss-You' box," you snort.

"No, no. This is for real," George assures you.

"So was the box!" Fred chuckles.

Before you can react, the twins come to a halt at the same time in front of a blank wall. You expected something similar to the common room entrances with a painting or something guarding the room, but there's nothing but cold, hard stone.

Then, right before your unbelieving eyes, a black, metallic door materializes inside the wall. You gasp in astonishment, and the twins smile.

Fred opens the door with one hand, still holding onto yours with the other, and guides you through the doorway with George following close behind you.

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melancholicreaper · 2 years ago

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Draco finds out

He knew something was wrong the minute he saw Harry, something was off about him. Weasley and Granger had no clue as they were bickering over something. He cast a slight charm and had Harry's head turn slightly. He nodded to the staircase and Harry got up and went there. Once he reached there he grabbed his hand and he took him to the Gryffindor common room.

"Draco, I'm not- I can't," Draco stopped him.

"I didn't bring you here to snog you Harry as much as I want to," He closed the door to theroom and cast a silencing charm. "Is this where you lot sleep, like a bunch of-” Harry shot him a look. “Well mannered people, er- remove your shirt let me see,"

"How did you-"

"I know the signs," Draco wanted to say that he had been in this position before. Except he hid it so well no one knew to ask, plus there were no visible marks. But Harry already knew

“Draco,” Harry said softly.

“Harry, shirt.” Harry sighed and took off his robes. Then his shirt. Draco didn’t even need to ask him to turn; he could see the beginnings on his shoulders and a couple marks on his arms. They were still angry red. “Harry…who did this to you,”

Harry chuckled, taking a seat on the bed. “The muggles I live with,”

“But they’re your mother’s- her sister, her brother in law, ho-”

“Draco, they hated my mother, they loathed my father, I can safely say compared to Snape, loved my dad and him were lovers,” Harry said as he fiddled with his fingers.

”They only took me in out of obligation, they never really loved me, because my mother was a witch and my father a wizard. In Fact they make sure to tell me everyday, in every language.” His fingers shook as he spoke.

“They never used to hit me, just scream, yell, neglect me, either only make me eat breakfast cause i made it and then not eat again for the rest of the day or make me do work around the house, no actually it was both, be my cousin’s punching bag, his outlet.’

“When did they start hitting you,” Draco asks, although he was still trying to wrap his head on what Harry had just said.

“When they found out I couldn’t use magic outside of Hogwarts, they got so angry I didn’t tell them that it set off the chain of events,” Harry hestrued to his back, “Which led to this, my uncle snapped.”

“Harry…” Draco stood behind him as he started casting healing charms all round. “Why don’t you tell someone you know the Minister of Freaking Magic for Merlin’s sake, he’ll hex them himself if you asked.”

“Dumbledore said I had to stay with them because of the magic that was keeping me safe,” Draco whipped his wand and a tiny bottle came flying out of his trunk.

“Harry, I say this without my usual voice of sarcasm, screw Dumbledore, screw your relatives,” Harry hissed as Draco’s wand grazed a rather recent wound. “At least now I know who to add to my hitlist.”

“I’m sorry,” Harryneeded to apologise, he had to apologise.

“Harry don’t apologise you did nothing wrong, it’s your family that needs to apologise and then be thrown in Azkaban” Harry chuckled but he knew Draco was being serious.

“Then for behaving the way I did towards you, you’re friends.”

“Draco,”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry too,”

Draco paused, wrapping Harry’s back. “What ever on earth are you possibly sorry for?”

“For not taking your hand that day,” that day.

~When his father and mother had taken him to go get fitted for new robes. His father had left him to go buy books and his mother dropped him off in the shop to get new robes. His mother started to look at wands in a nearby shop. He noticed a giant in the seat outside, he wanted to make a snide comment about how nothing in this shop might fit him when he heard chatter behind him.

“Hogwarts dear, got the lot here- another young man being fitted up just now, in fact.'' Then he suddenly met the eye of a green eyed black haired boy, his eyes were very pretty. For some reason his mouth flew open and he knew the moment he’d opened his mouth to talk about the gameskeeper he’d screwed up royally.

“Sorry about insulting Hagrid, I was a little stuck up back then,” Harry snorted.

“You still are but I like this stuck up, he’s a fancy kisser,” Draco rolled his eyes and shocked Harry with his wand.

“I’m sincerely apologising, Harry,” Harry reached behind him and pulled Draco’s hand in front of him.

“I’m sorry for not taking your apology seriously, thank you Draco,” He brought Draco’s hand to his lips. “Thank you,”

“I’m still gonna buy you a flat though,” Confusion painted Harry's face.

“Erm? What?”

“If you think you are leaving this school with the notion you’re going back, you are mistaken.” Harry just smiled.

“Wizarding laws-”

“Don’t matter,”

“Draco, was it, was it an unforgivable curse?” Harry noticed Draco's hands had stiffened in his. He got up and hugged him.

“I’m sorry,”

“It wasn’t your fault.,”

“I hate your father,”

“That makes both of us,” Draco chuckled and held him back. “This term is rather short, once we board the train and I’m hoping I get you all to myself,” Draco sounded like he was joking but Harry knew better.

“You’re dad hates me Draco, He was a Death Eater, Plus he’s gonna notice you buying a house”

“Harry, I can buy a random house somewhere, without the consent of my parents, I’m a bloody Malfoy, he with his thinking is gonna suspect that I’m pissed about something, or worse I was bitten by a werewolf” Harry chuckled Draco making him roll his eyes.

“Just say you wanna move in with me Harry, please, I wanna live with my boyfriend” Harry blushed at boyfriend.

“Okay,”

“I swear I’ll even get Dobby to- what?” Draco doubled over. “I thought i’d have to do a whole Sonnet,”

“A what?”

“Ironic how I know more about Muggle literature than you,” Draco said, rolling his eyes. Harry sensing a lecture due to hanging out with Hermione for so long, leaned in and kiss him.

“Thank you,”

“For you, anytime,”

Edits: @swymsuyt for the art 🎨 ✨️

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