#vampire!severus snape

[vampsnape]

The First Taste

vampire severus snape's first taste of blood

tw: mentions of vampirism & drinking blood

The room was small and dim, its only light a single lantern hung on a rusted hook. The flickering flame threw uneven shadows across the cracked stone walls, making the space feel smaller, like a cell. Severus Snape stood in the center, his shoulders hunched, his hands hidden in the folds of his robes. He was still wearing the mask of a man, but inside, he was something else entirely, something he loathed.

The man sitting before him was thin, his skin pale and greasy, as though he had been leeched of vitality long before this night. He reeked of desperation. A wizard who had once known better days, but now lived in the gutters of Knockturn Alley, offering his blood to monsters for coin. His voice was hoarse when he spoke, his words trembling as he tried to sound brave.

“Just… just make it quick, yeah?” He laughed, a brittle, humorless sound. “I don’t need to know what it’s like.”

Snape didn’t answer. His throat was tight, and his stomach churned. He had tried to resist this moment, clinging to the tattered remnants of his humanity, but resistance had become impossible. The hunger was a living thing inside him, writhing and clawing at the edges of his mind, whispering that he could delay no longer.

He stepped forward, his boots scraping against the stone. The man flinched, shrinking back, but didn’t move to leave. There was nowhere to go. The deal had been struck, the galleons exchanged.

Snape’s hand trembled as he reached out, the pale skin of his fingers brushing against the man’s neck. The pulse beneath was weak, uneven, but it was there. It thrummed against his fingertips, a rhythm that made his teeth ache. His mouth felt dry and wet at the same time, his tongue heavy, his jaw tight.

“Do it,” the man said, his voice breaking. “Just get it over with.”

Snape’s lips curled back in a grimace, exposing teeth that no longer felt like his own. His fangs scraped against his lower lip, sharp enough to draw blood. The smell hit him first: a metallic tang that filled his nostrils, sharp and intoxicating. His body reacted before his mind could stop it, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he bent down.

The first bite was agony. For both of them.

The man gasped, his body jerking, but Snape held him firm, his hands gripping his shoulders with a strength that felt monstrous. The skin gave way too easily beneath his teeth, the flesh parting with a sickening wetness. And then the blood came.

It flooded his mouth in a hot, coppery rush, coating his tongue, his throat, his teeth. The taste was overwhelming, rich and complex, a thousand sensations at once. Sweet and bitter. Thick and hot. Alive. He swallowed reflexively, and the hunger surged forward, obliterating everything else.

For a moment, there was no room for thought, no room for shame. Only the blood, pouring into him, filling the void that had been gnawing at him for days. It was ecstasy and revulsion intertwined, a pleasure so sharp it felt like pain. His hands tightened on the man’s shoulders, claws digging into flesh as he drank deeper, his body trembling with the force of it.

The man whimpered, his strength fading, his head lolling to the side. Snape could hear his heartbeat slowing, each beat weaker than the last. And then the shame came crashing down, drowning him in its cold, suffocating weight. He wrenched himself away, blood dripping from his mouth, his chest heaving.

The man slumped forward, his breaths shallow, his skin ashen. Snape stared at him, horrified by what he had done, by what he had become. His hands were slick with blood, his mouth stained red. He wanted to scream, to claw at his own flesh, to rip the monster out of himself. But it was too late. The monster was him.

“Take your gold,” Snape said, his voice hollow, barely above a whisper. He tossed the pouch onto the floor, the coins spilling out, clinking against the stone. The man didn’t move, his eyes glassy, his body trembling.

Snape turned away, his robes swirling around him as he fled into the shadows, the taste of blood still thick in his mouth. He didn’t bother to wipe it away. It would stay with him, no matter how much he tried to forget.

It was his first taste, and it would not be his last.

[danadiadea]

Plot twist: this is young Snape; Harry and Marauders are just very straight men.

[cassandrrian]

Oof, I forgot about this account.

Have a snape and Remus painting I did.

[flymetosnarryland]

St Mungo's.

A scene from 3B. I just... can't wait to get into that moment in writing, eh. (The person Severus is talking to is Ron.)

[bugsjpeg]

colored it idk. I can't tell if I like coloring the line art or not but I think it adds to the grey vibe I was going for

[capfanfiction]

Halloween 🐺 x 🦇

[ollywander]

Young Vampire Snape for Halloween

[httpvomitello]

Hii, I would like to request something for Severus Snape x VampireProfessor :D I have a headcanon with her becoming a teacher at Hogwarts, due to new laws discriminating Magical Creatures and since she's very knowledgeable and old, Dumbledore takes her in as a teacher. At Hogwarts Snape and her obviously meet for the first time and she's just immediately tries to get him bc what's to lose for someone a 1000 years old?

You can write in headcanon or fic style, whatever you like best and have more fun doing :) thank you so much for writing! :D

Ooooh, I loved writing this one! Mixing the Harry Potter universe with vampires is definitely one of my favorite things, and with that, came a long result 🙃 hope you like it ~ ♡

A Thousand Years to Love You *⁠.⁠✧

Summary: The world had never been kind to creatures like you. For centuries, you wandered, unseen and unwanted, your existence tolerated but never embraced. But times had changed—just not for the better. New laws forced magical creatures into the margins, stripping them of their rights, and you found yourself with little choice but to accept Dumbledore’s offer of refuge within Hogwarts as a professor. There, among the candlelit corridors and whispered rumors, you met him. Severus Snape.

severus snape x f!vampire reader

Hogwarts was as you remembered it. Cold stone walls, winding corridors, magic humming in the very air. You had passed through its halls before, but never like this—never as an official part of it.

The Great Hall was alive with chatter as Dumbledore introduced you, his voice calm but commanding. The students murmured among themselves, eyes flickering toward you in fascination and fear.

"A vampire?" you heard someone whisper. "Teaching?"

"Does she drink human blood?" another asked.

You resisted the urge to smirk. Let them wonder. Let them be afraid. Fear kept people at a distance, and distance made things easier.

But there was one pair of eyes that didn’t hold fear.

Severus Snape.

He sat at the far end of the faculty table, dressed in his usual black, eyes like polished obsidian. His expression was unreadable, his gaze sharp as it met yours.

Interesting.

You held his gaze longer than necessary, letting your lips curve ever so slightly. A silent challenge.

He didn’t look away.

Even more interesting.

You found him alone in the staff room later that evening, hunched over a steaming cup of tea, his fingers wrapped around the porcelain like he was absorbing the warmth.

He didn’t acknowledge you when you entered, not even when you deliberately moved closer, the air around you chilling slightly.

“You don’t frighten me,” he said suddenly, his voice low.

You smiled. “Good. That would be rather inconvenient.”

His dark eyes flicked toward you. “I assume Dumbledore thought it wise to bring a vampire into the castle?”

You shrugged. “Dumbledore thinks a great many things are wise.”

He scoffed. “And yet, he rarely is.”

You chuckled. “I think I like you, Professor Snape.”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “I assure you, the feeling is not mutual.”

You leaned against the chair opposite him, resting your chin on your hand. “Oh, but it will be.”

His scowl deepened.

You found it delightful.

Snape was a difficult man.

He avoided you when he could, answered in clipped sentences when he couldn’t, and yet—he was always watching.

In the dungeons, when your robes brushed against his as you passed too close.

In the Great Hall, where he seemed perpetually irritated that you found yourself beside him.

“You’re insufferable,” he muttered one evening as you slid into the seat next to him.

You merely smirked. “And yet, you never move.”

He glared but said nothing.

A victory.

The first crack appeared late one night in the library.

You found him hunched over a tome, a candle flickering beside him, the scent of ink and parchment thick in the air.

Without a word, you sat across from him, resting your chin on your palm.

He sighed. “Must you always linger?”

“I enjoy your company.”

He scoffed. “You enjoy tormenting me.”

“Can it not be both?”

For the first time, his lips twitched—almost a smile.

Oh, interesting indeed.

It happened after a particularly grueling staff meeting, one where the Ministry’s new restrictions on magical creatures had been discussed.

You left the meeting tense, jaw set, hands curled into fists beneath your robes. You hated feeling powerless. Hated remembering that no matter how long you had lived, to the Ministry, you were still nothing more than other.

Snape found you later, standing alone in the courtyard, staring up at the night sky.

“You look as if you might tear someone’s throat out,” he mused.

You exhaled sharply. “Not tonight.”

A pause. Then, softer—hesitant. “They’re fools.”

You turned to face him.

He was watching you, expression unreadable but eyes… softer.

“They fear what they do not understand,” he continued.

You let out a humorless laugh. “I have had a thousand years to hear that excuse.”

Silence stretched between you.

And then, after a long moment, he said, “I do not fear you.”

Your chest tightened.

“That,” you murmured, stepping closer, “is why I like you.”

He held his ground, his breath barely hitching as you reached out, your fingers ghosting over the sleeve of his robes.

And for the first time—he didn’t pull away.

It was slow. Subtle.

A lingering glance here. A hesitation there. The way his fingers brushed against yours when you passed him a potion vial.

Snape was not a man who allowed himself to want things.

But you? You had lived too long to deny yourself anything.

And so you pursued him, patiently, relentlessly.

Until, one night, as you stood in his quarters, the fire casting flickering shadows against the stone walls, he finally broke.

“I don’t know what you want from me,” he ground out, his voice rough, his hands clenched at his sides.

You stepped closer, eyes gleaming in the dim light. “I think you do.”

His breath was unsteady. “You shouldn’t.”

You tilted your head. “Why?”

He exhaled sharply. “Because I am not a good man.”

You smiled then, slow and knowing. “Severus,” you whispered, leaning in until your lips almost brushed his, “I have lived for a thousand years. Do you really think I would waste my time on someone unworthy?”

He swallowed hard.

And then—finally, finally—he closed the distance.

The kiss was rough, desperate, full of everything unsaid.

And as you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, you knew.

You had won.

Snape pulled away first.

You could feel his breath, warm against your lips, his hands still tangled in your robes as if he wasn’t sure whether to hold on or push you away.

His expression was unreadable, but you could see it—the conflict, the hesitation, the desperate urge to retreat.

So, naturally, you didn’t let him.

You traced a single finger down his arm, watching the way he tensed beneath your touch. “That wasn’t so terrible, was it?”

He exhaled sharply. “This is a mistake.”

You smirked. “Then why do you look like you want to do it again?”

Snape stiffened, his hands finally dropping away from you. He took a step back, putting space between you as if that would somehow erase what had just happened.

“This—” He gestured vaguely between the two of you. “—cannot happen.”

You arched a brow. “And yet, it already has.”

His jaw clenched. “You don’t understand.”

“I understand perfectly,” you interrupted, folding your arms. “You want me. You think you shouldn’t. You’re terrified of the idea that someone like me would waste my time on you.” You took a deliberate step forward. “But I am wasting my time on you, Severus. And you want to know why?”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, but he didn’t answer.

You leaned in, your voice a whisper against his ear. “Because you are worth it.”

The muscle in his jaw twitched. He looked at you then—really looked at you—and you could see it. The war raging inside him. The part of him that wanted to believe you.

But Snape had never allowed himself to believe in good things.

Which was why he turned on his heel and left without another word.

You sighed, watching him disappear down the corridor.

This is going to be fun.

Severus Snape was not an easy man to pursue.

He avoided you in the hallways. He stopped sitting next to you during meals. He barely acknowledged you in staff meetings.

You had expected this.

But you were old. Patient. Unrelenting.

So you found ways to corner him.

You lingered outside his classroom when his students had all left, standing in the doorway with a knowing smirk.

"You can't avoid me forever, you know."

"I can certainly try," he muttered, gathering his lesson plans.

You stepped inside, closing the door behind you. "You're acting like a child."

He looked up then, eyes flashing. "And you're acting like this is some sort of game."

You shrugged. "Maybe it is. But I play to win."

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don’t know what you expect from me."

“I expect nothing,” you admitted. “Except, perhaps, for you to stop lying to yourself.”

He didn’t have a response to that.

And you? You were perfectly content to wait.

It happened in the dead of night.

You found him in the astronomy tower, standing alone, looking out over the darkened grounds. He didn’t turn when you approached.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked, your voice softer than usual.

“I rarely do.”

You stepped beside him, gazing at the same moonlit landscape. “You should. You’ll wrinkle prematurely.”

A scoff. “I’m hardly concerned with vanity.”

You tilted your head, watching him carefully. “No. But you are concerned with pushing away things that might actually make you happy.”

His fingers curled over the stone railing. “Happiness is fleeting.”

“So is life,” you murmured. “But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t live it.”

Silence stretched between you.

Then, so quietly you almost didn’t hear it—

“I don’t know how to do this.”

You turned to face him fully, surprised by the raw honesty in his voice.

“Then let me show you.”

And this time, when you reached for him—he didn’t pull away.

Things changed after that night.

Snape was still Snape—grumpy, sarcastic, prone to brooding—but he no longer tried to pretend there was nothing between you.

He let you sit beside him at meals again.

He let you brush your fingers against his when you passed him things.

He let you press lingering kisses against his lips when no one was looking.

And, occasionally, when he thought you were asleep, he let himself watch you.

Like he still couldn’t believe you were real.

Like he still couldn’t believe you had chosen him.

And you?

You had lived a thousand years.

But somehow, with him, every moment felt new.

[reyrey-art]

I heard a theory about vampire Severus and it sounded fun. I think Lucius would be into it.

Regulus... not so much (O_O;)

[lepsikk]

page of pictures for AU snarry fics that I'm in love with

Riddle of the Midnight Sky by Arrisha

All You Need Is Love by TreggiDi

все же мыслю любовь а не смерть by whatififif

[kittyminion]

love at first bite, chapter three vampire!theo nott x black!f!reader

-theodore glues himself to your hip just to keep a closer eye on you, but as the days go on, a relationship buds -explicit 18+, flirting, teasing, blackmail, all characters are 18+, gryffindor reader, black reader -100 follower special!!! -word count: 5.1k masterlist here

Day One:

He'd been by your side since the moment you stepped out of the Gryffindor dormitories. An annoying smirk on his face, eyes brown but rimmed red, dark circles under his eyes revealing the state of his mind.

You knew he stayed by your side to keep an eye on you. He was still paranoid from the day before, still suspecting you of spreading his secret despite you telling him you didn't.

But throughout it all, you didn't complain when he sat next to you at breakfast, all your friends staring at the two of you with confusion, you didn't complain when he moved his seat to be right next to yours during your morning classes.

Surprisingly, you didn't complain when he started talking your ear off in potions class, nor did you complain when Theodore took your uneaten muffin off your plate at lunch without asking.

"Soo...what's up with him?" Ron questioned, sliding onto the bench next to you, immediately piling his plate up with snacks and sugary goods, sparing Theodore a sidelong glance in the process.

The boy in question was on your right side, a book resting beside his food as he ate (your muffin by the way), cheeks stuffed to all hell, tapping his fingers to a weird beat against the table.

Not trying to give up the nature of you and Theodore's relationship, you came up with a quick excuse, "he's tutoring me after this, so I invited him to sit with us for lunch." You elbowed Theodore in the side, and he directed a weak glare at you, "what the hell was that for?"

"Tell Ron about the tutoring." Theodore adapted quickly, nodding his head as he handed the book he was reading to Ron, "this here Weasley is all about star constellations. She's been struggling with Sinistra's quizzes, so I offered to help."

Ron was barely able to glance at the book before Theodore was snatching it back and stuffing it inside his bag.

"Since when do you offer to help anyone, Theodore? And what does Malfoy think of you ditching him all day?" All three of you glanced over to the Slytherin table, where Draco's face was red as he cursed up a storm.

As soon as he pointed in your direction, you turned around, exhaling deeply as you glared at Theodore, "do you see what you're causing?" He shook his head, "there's really nothing to worry about. We all know Draco is all bark no bite."

Ron hummed in agreement and you rolled your eyes at the two of them, grabbing your bag to leave the Great Hall, and Theodore immediately followed after you, keeping up with your quick stride easily.

"You look annoyed." You ignored his words, tugging at the ends of your hair as you continued towards the library. Usually, this was the perfect time for you to disappear, wander off into the depths of the castle and stay hidden until dinner time.

But with Theodore on your heels, that would be increasingly difficult. When you finally sat in a section in the library, you threw your stuff onto the table with a bang and rubbed your temples.

Theodore sat across from you, still munching on an apple. When his chewing was the only thing you could focus on, your eyes snapped up to meet his and you snatched the apple from his fingers and tossed it into the nearest trash.

Theodore flipped you off and you returned the gesture, "you are such an asshole, you know that?" You whispered and Theodore ignored you, pulling his book out from his bag and opening it.

As you continued hurling insults at him, he read his book, face twisting through a variety of emotions.

"You piece of shit, are you listening? You are ruining my life with your paranoia, I can't even live in peace with you acting like this!" Theodore finally glanced up at you and smirked, "I'm ruining your life?" You paused at his tone, your eyes narrowing as he closed his book gently.

"So dramatic you are. If I were my grandfather, you'd be dead the second I'd realized you were a witness. I'd make you disappear, make all your friends, family, and every fucking person on this Earth forget that you existed. You'd be nothing, so before you say I "ruined your life," remember that you're lucky it was me and no one else."

Day Two:

After yesterday's argument, Theodore didn't attempt to spare your feelings, nor make conversation. He kept mostly to himself, ignoring you when you struggled in your classes and not showing any remorse for what he'd said in the library.

You couldn't be too surprised though, because Theodore was a vampire and he held a little resentment for you for making his life much more difficult. if you were never in the picture, Theodore wouldn't be giving up his free time to make sure you were keeping your mouth shut.

But under that same logic, he didn't have to keep an eye on you. You'd kept your word for the last month, but with someone finding out his secret, that meant that someone had run their mouth, and the only person Theodore suspected was you.

"Theodore? Do you know what Aconite is used for?" You whispered, tapping his elbow as you slid your paper over to him. Theodore glanced over at you, studying your distressed expression.

It was the third quiz of the week in Potions, and although you'd been doing better, sometimes you still found yourself struggling to memorize which ingredients were which and how they were used in certain potions.

Theodore was there to assist you most times, lending you his notes to study or demonstrating how to concote potions when there was free time in class, but this time, all he did was scoff and turn away, arm blocking his paper so you had no chance to look.

When it was finally time to leave class and you were graded a sixty-seven percent on your quiz, you definitely realized you had to rely on Theodore less when it came to Potion's. And Theodore didn't attempt to hide his vain.

"Could've gotten a good grade if you really tried."

You scoffed, "I did fucking try! We can't all have great fucking memories, Theodore!"

"It has nothing to do with memory."

You propped your hands on your hips and raised your eyebrow, "then what is the godforsaken trick that I seem to lack?" Theodore leaned towards you and smiled, "effort."

Day Three:

It was chilly out in the courtyard, and you were bundled up in your winter coat, trying to keep your hands warm in your pockets. Your legs were especially chilly, but you ignored it, watching Theodore scribble in a small pocket sized journal. He showed no signs of being cold, but maybe that had something to do with his vampirism.

"Why are you staring?" He wondered aloud, unclicking his pen as he stuffed it in his pocket. You shrugged, "nothing."

"It's something." Theodore turned towards you and tilted his head mockingly, "a question or an insult perhaps?"

You scoffed, "you wouldn't answer it anyways." You pulled your legs up to your chest, rubbing at them to generate heat, but before you could blink, Theodore was removing his jacket and placing it on your knees.

"Thank you." Theodore ignored you, "just ask. Besides, if you don't, you'll regret it." You pursed your lips and huffed, "okay, since you're, you know, different, do you ever feel cold?"

Theodore hesitated to answer, face screwing up into an unpleasant frown, fingers thrusting into his hair as he opened his journal to distract himself.

It was obvious he didn't want to answer any questions related to his vampirism. His skin reddened into a cherry thrush, eyebrows furrowed and eyes flashing with reserve.

"Uh—" you interrupted him swiftly, "forget it. I'm going inside." You couldn't hide your disappointment as you tossed his jacket back to him. Despite the constant arguments you'd had with Theodore as of late, you'd at least wanted him to open up about something.

"So you're angry at me now?" He said, following you inside and you rolled your eyes, "no, I'm not angry." Theodore scoffed at your answer, grabbing your wrist to stop you.

"Then what is the fucking problem? Everything I do seems to bother you!" You ripped your wrist out of his grip and chuckled earnestly, "are you serious right now? Everytime I try and connect with you, your brush me off! Even a simple question you can't even answer!"

Theodore stared at you for a few seconds then his face broke out into a smile; something so genuine that it made you flinch, "you want to get to know me? How could that possibly benefit you?"

"Do you not understand the concept of friends, dumbass? You make this so hard, but I guarantee that if things were normal between us, this wouldn't be so miserable!"

"Okay, fine."

You stared at him with confusion, "what now?" "Let's try to be friends, and see what happens."

Day Four:

Theodore had offered to tutor you in Potions. It wasn't something you expected, but you were wholly grateful because the grades you'd been getting weren't going to cut it.

Both of you were sitting in Theodore's dormitory, a variety of potion ingredients spread out on the floor while Theodore labeled index cards with the names. On the other side was the major potion the ingredient was used in and its recipe.

"All you do is associate the ingredient with the potion and you'll be fine. Once you feel like you know it well, give me the index card." You spent thirty minutes examining each card and reviewing what they were used for, "Ground scarab beetles used in Wit-Sharpening potion, along with ginger, armadillo bile, and water."

It was a long, exhausting process, but Theodore insisted it was vital for memorizing the potions and their functions.

"Almost done?" He called from his bed, a book resting on his lap and you shrugged with a lazy hum, "I guess, but I'm having trouble memorizing what Galangal is used for."

Theodore hopped up from his bed and stooped to his knees next to you. He scratched at his neck absentmindedly, "the Deflating Draft, which is for reducing swelling. If you have trouble, just rewrite the potion and its ingredients on a seperate sheet of paper—that's the best way to remember."

You thanked him, pulling off your shoes and setting them aside as you flipped onto your belly. "Where are your dormmates?"

Theodore glanced over at the empty beds, "Blaise and Draco are probably out bullying someone and the other lad, I have no clue."

"And you don't know the third one's name, despite living with him for seven years?" Theodore shrugged, "don't care to." You chuckled, "Merlin's Beard, Theodore—"

"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be studying right now."

Day Seven:

It'd been three full days of studying with Theodore and you'd honestly grown to enjoy it. He was very witty when it came to helping you memorize the potions which was exactly what you needed when studying.

Theodore wasn't as closed off either and started answering your questions more. That didn't mean he wasn't private. He kept his family history a complete secret, and rarely stilted your curiosity on the origins of his vampirism.

It didn't bother you though, because it was progress, and just as you told him, it'd be easier to enjoy each others presence than be completely miserable.

Currently, you sat in Potions class, completing another quiz for Slughorn, and although you struggled last time, this time, it was much easier breezing through the questions.

When you came across a random potion ingredient, your mind immediately went back to the studying session you had with Theodore.

When class was finally over and your quizzes were handed back out, your heart was beating in anticipation. You had the confidence that you'd get a good grade, but part of you still believed you had room for improval.

So as you left Slughorn's class, Theodore behind you, you kept your paper hidden, worry evident in your brows.

"Come on, turn it over." Theodore said impatiently, leaning against the wall outside Slughorn's classroom. He'd gotten a one-hundred percent on his quiz, which made you a bit more optimistic.

Theodore crossed his fingers as you flipped it over, leaning over you to get a peak at the score.

"Ninety percent!" You shouted, jumping up and down and Theodore whooped along with you, drawing confused looks, but you both ignored them, latching onto each other in celebration.

"Merlin's Beard, I'm actually surprised you passed." Theodore muttered, pulling away from you as he grabbed your paper and glanced over your answers, trying to see which ones you got wrong.

You raised your eyebrow, "what do you mean by that?" Theodore shrugged, twisting you around by the arm so he could access your bag and stuff the paper inside, in the process, he untucked your curly hair from the straps and threw his arm over your shoulder, "I've never tutored someone before."

You hummed with a smile, "I'm actually surprised by that."

"Why?" Theodore glanced down at you, and his eyes raked over your facial features and glued to your lips, watching the way you enunciated your words, but you didn't notice his attention.

"'Cause you're smart, Theodore. You should tutor other people." When you finally looked over at him, Theodore was still staring and you gave him a look, "what? Is there something on my face?"

Week Two:

The week before Winter Break meant spending a bunch of time with your friends. With Hogwarts being so far from your home town, you decided to stay at the castle to save money.

That meant you could buy better gifts for your friends and family, but the unfortunate part was you'd have to endure Christmas alone. Hermione and Luna both left during most breaks, as well as the Weasley's and Harry.

Of course, some of the other students stayed for Winter Break, but they weren't your closest friends, and you definitely didn't want to leech onto others temporarily.

"And here's your gift." Luna said softly, standing up from her seat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, a gift bag poised in her hands.

Theodore was watching silently beside you, a book hanging loosely in his hands, but you were sure he was curious on what Luna got you. You grabbed the bag from her hands, pulling out the tissue paper and reaching inside the bag blindly.

When you pulled out a pet bowl and collar your eyebrows screwed up and you glanced up at Luna, "what is this for?" She smiled at your reaction, pale skin flushed red from the winter cold, "I got you a cat."

Hermione gaped beside her, eyes wide as Luna pulled a small polaroid picture out of her pocket and handed it to you. It was a small kitten in the picture, with an inky black coat and bright green eyes.

You let out a dramatic gasp, "you got me a cat?"

Luna nodded excitedly, "yep, I even asked your parents first." Ron was frowning as he nudged Harry against the arm, "why can't you gift as well as Luna?" Harry shrugged stuffing his face with fruit, "maybe because you don't deserve it."

"I remember you told me you wanted a cat and if you got one, you'd name it Chicken."

Theodore cringed next to you, grabbing the collar and squinting at the name engraved on it, "who in their right mind would name a cat 'Chicken?' You slapped his arm with a glare, "me, asshole. Where is Chicken, Luna?" You questioned, standing up and gathering all your stuff, including the other presents you'd exchanged with Hermione.

Luna stood up as well, "in our dormitory. Everyone's free to join." She sparred a quick glance at the boys and followed your quick steps out of the Great Hall.

Once you finally made it and heard a tiny little meow, you cooed, shoving your stuff in Theodore's hands as you walked over to Luna's bed, where the tiny black kitten sat.

As soon as he saw you, he pounced into your arms, rubbing his tiny, wet, pink nose against your face.

"At least it's not as ugly as Hermione's cat." Ron said, plopping onto her bed and Hermione glared at him, "Crookshanks is cuter than you, Ron!"

Theodore sat on your bed, touching each and every thing on your nightstand, including examining pictures of you and your family.

"Luna, you're the best!" You pulled her into a tight hug, pressing a kiss against her cheek, and she did the same to you, "I'll send you a letter every single day during break."

Hermione peeked up, sitting next to you and wrapping you in a hug, "so will I. Besides, I have to keep you updated on what these knuckleheads get into."

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It was a quiet Wednesday evening inside the Bell Tower while you and Theodore sat against the stone stairs at the base of the Tower.

Theodore was busy finishing homework for D.A.D.A, while you were coloring small drawing Theodore drew for you in his journal.

"And you're sure you have no homework? Perhaps you lost a paper in your bag, or simply chose to forget?" You nodded in response, "yep, did everything earlier in the week."

"Even Sinistra?" You rolled your eyes at his worry and nodded again, looking up at Theodore who sat a step above you. "Do you want to check my bag yourself?"

Theodore ignored you and finally set down his quill, stuffing his paper in his bag carelessly, and he turned to you, "you're making nasty work of that flower."

You scoffed, "I'm doing a perfect job, thank you very much." Theodore grabbed his journal from your hands, "nope. Everyone knows you outline in marker first then color it in with crayon." You snatched it back from him, "stop being so judgmental, Theodore."

He raised his hands in mock surrender, using his bag as a pillow, arm resting over his eyes.

It was silent for a while, but your eyes kept straying over to him.

"What is it?" He uncovered his eyes and squinted at you. You pursed your lips, "I have a question."

Theodore swatted his hand at you lazily, covering his ears when the bell struck ten, indicating that all students head back to their common rooms for curfew.

"Have at it, sweetheart."

You inhaled deeply, "why aren't you going home for break?" Theodore sighed, sitting up and stretching lazily, "since both of my parents are dead, I decide to save myself from my grandfather and just stay at Hogwarts."

His face was placid and cold, eyebrows pulled taunt as he ran a hand through his hair.

You'd known his parents had passed when he was younger, it made rounds in Hogwarts during the earlier years, but you knew nothing of his grandfather—just that he was a ruthless vampire that raised Theodore after his parents' death.

"So you and your grandfather—" Theodore interrupted you with a stiff shake of his head and you knew not to ask anything else. Whatever was going on between him and his grandfather wasn't particularly good and Theodore didn't want to tell you, or anyone for that matter.

Just as you and Theodore prepared to leave the Bell Tower, Draco and his gang walked through the doors, eyes locked on the pair of you. You let out a low huff, swinging your bag onto your shoulder, leaning against the banister, Theodore standing in front of you.

"Nott!" Draco called, walking over, Blaise and Pansy behind him. Pansy gave you a harsh glare and you scoffed, strolling past them to escape whatever drama they were about to unfold, but before you could, Theodore called your name, stopping you.

"Just wait for me." He said and you strongly wanted to leave, but you decided against it, crossing your arms as you waited near the door.

"Where have you been? We've been looking for you, but you've been hanging around those losers," Draco sparred you a glance and you rolled your eyes, grasping onto your wand just in case.

Theodore was poised as a fish, hands stuffed into his pockets, head angled downward to meet Draco's eyes, his gaze falling to you every so often.

"just busy is all. Can't spend all my time with you Draco."

Blaise snorted behind Draco, but Pansy punched him in the arm, mouthing for him to "zip it."

"I bet I know why." Pansy announced and she spun towards you, a hateful smirk on her face, eyes full of jealousy, "it's cause of that little bitch. Do you like her or something, Theodore?" She focused a accusatory look at him and Theodore scoffed.

"Don't call her that, and it's really none of your business, Parkinson." He moved passed the trio, shoulder knocking against Draco's, but Draco grabbed him by the wrist, "I didn't know you were a Mudblood lover, Theo."

It was a low dig at you specifically, but you also knew Theodore's family were Pure and hateful towards Muggles, which made it all the more dumb.

Theodore ripped away from Draco, "who gives a fuck, Draco? You and these childish games will be the death of you, and you'll pull these two idiots down with you!"

Blaise scoffed, "who are you calling an idiot, because the last time I checked, you followed after him too!"

Theodore continued walking, ignoring their hateful shouts, nodding at you, indicating he was ready to go.

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Friday night before break was party galore. Every House at Hogwarts had their own Winter parties before students departed for break, and you were anticipating Gryffindors.

You, Luna, and Hermione was standing in your dormitory, dressing in your casual clothes and putting makeup on each others faces. You hadn't heard from Theodore since he walked you to your dormitory after class, nor had he come looking for you, so you decided to focus on your friends.

"Look how beautiful you are!" Hermione said with a coo, turning your face towards the mirror as she applied the last swipe of eyeshadow to your eye.

"You might as well be a makeup artist." You said, examining your face and Hermione chuckled, "so is Theodore showing up tonight?" You shrugged at her question, "I didn't ask. I assumed he'd be busy with the Slytherin party."

Hermione gaped at you, "you already know Theodore cares little for things like this. You should go get him! I'm sure he'd rather be with you than alone."

You waved her off, about to argue, but Luna interrupted you, "I think he likes you."

Scoffing, you stood up to pull on your shoes, "and what tells you that?" Both your friends deadpanned you, "every time he's with you he's staring, he does anything you want to do with no complaints, and for Merlin's sake, you both are always touching each other!"

Luna nodded heavily in agreement and you rolled your eyes, "that is not true!"

Hermione jumped up from her bed, "okay then, how about you go ask Theodore to come with you, and if he says yes, then that proves our point."

You conceded, "fine! But, I promise he'll say no, because he doesn't like me."

On your way to the Slytherin common room, you couldn't help but be nervous. You couldn't deny being clueless on the tells of Theodore liking you, but it had become a complete norm to be so close with him.

Theodore was a naturally touchy person, which meant he did it unintentionally, but was that the truth?

Thankfully, when you arrived to the dungeons, there was a Slytherin standing near the entrance of the common room, and when you mentioned Theodores name, the student went inside to fetch him.

You were leaning against the stone walls of the dungeons, picking at your fingers nervously, wholeheartedly afraid if Theodore would accept your invitation or not.

As Theodore came out, dressed in a pair of loose fitted green plaid pants and no shirt, you blushed heavily, lips pursed when Theodore finally turned to you.

When he saw you he froze, eyebrows furrowed as he stared closely at your face. "What?" You whispered and Theodore grabbed your chin, angling your face left and right as a slow smile overcame his features.

"How stunning you are." He muttered, voice low and sultry in a way you knew was intentional. You smiled, "thank you, Theodore."

He pulled away, and leaned against the wall beside you and smirked weakly, eyes still drinking you up like a man deprived of water. "To what do I owe this visit?"

"Gryffindor is having a party—like all other Houses—and I wanted to invite you." You locked your fingers in front of you, staring at Theodore and anticipating his answer, eyes constantly trailing down to his chest.

It was a pale, mole colored chest, the lines of his abs etching down into that sharp v-line and lower and lower until you were staring at his crotch.

Your eyes popped back up to his face quickly and Theodore's eyes shined with humor, "sure, sweetheart."

Theodore dressed quickly in a pair of washed blue jeans and t-shirt then met you back at the entrance of his common room. His hands were stuffed deep in his pockets as the two of you walked back, but the silence was a bit tense and awkward.

But as soon as you stepped into Gryffindor common room, the loud bump of music and faint smell of Firewhisky ended the silence. You kept Theodore close, leading him through the thick groups of students to your friends, where Hermione, Ron, Luna and Harry were busy playing beer pong.

When your friends saw you and the tall boy trailing behind you, they smirked. Theodore greeted your friends, sticking close to your side while Hermione leaned towards you, nudging Luna.

"We told you so."

You ignored them, "can we play?" Harry smirked in response, "actually, we were just about to play truth or dare so you both can join in on that"

You accepted for the both of you and followed all your friends into the boys' dormitory, along with Lavender and Neville. All seven of you crowded into a jagged circle in the middle of the room, Theodore to your left while Luna was to your right.

"We all know how this works, pick someone, ask truth or dare, and if they refuse, they have to take a sip of Firewhisky."

Ron started and directed a question at Neville, "Longbottom, truth or dare?" Neville smiled shyly, "truth," and Harry groaned disdainfully, "boring!"

As the rest of your friends asked truth and dares, you and Theodore whispered to yourselves until it was your turn.

"You didn't have to come, you know." Theodore rolled his eyes at your words, "I wanted to come, that's why I accepted your offer." He glanced over at you, examining your freshly done box braids, lips quirked into a smile.

"Your hair is pretty."

"Thank you—"

Hermione shouted your name suddenly, clapping her hands together mischievously, "truth or dare?"

"Dare." The group oohed dramatically, "I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room right now."

"Don't pussy out." Ron said and you flipped him off, your cheeks hot as coals. You could feel the heat from Theodore's body, but you didn't even want to glance at him, but in truth, he was the first person who came to your mind, and there was no denying it.

You could already feel his stare on the side of your face, and when an undeniable smirk rose on your lips and you turned to him, he chuckled, cheeks cherry red.

"Can't deny the truth, that's a fine young lad." Ron muttered, but you ignored him, biting your lip nervously as you watched Theodore watch you, "can I kiss—" before you could even finish your question, Theodore's lips were locked onto yours.

It was like a dozen fireworks shot all at once, your heart bursting from your chest as Theodore gripped your chin and devoured you whole, tongue tangling with yours like two ribbons knotting together.

It was a wet, demanding kiss but long overdue and so addicting that you didn't want to let go of him, but when you heard your friends in the background, your eyes popped open and you pulled away, watching Theodore's low, devilish eyes flash golden, lips pressing against your cheek when you turned away from the group, flustered and embarrassed.

He didn't let go of you the rest of the night, gripping your fingers, touching the delicate skin of your neck, hovering over you like a ghost, but you loved it.

Loved the feeling of him there because it honestly made you feel safe, like he was your guardian angel who vowed to protect you.

The complete opposite of your feelings weeks ago.

Week Three:

You actually liked him.

It was a weird feeling; to go from attempting to tolerate someone to actually enjoying their presence. Theodore was very sweet, and now that it was only the two of you together during Winter Break, that meant spending so much time together that past you would've thought it was sickening.

It was half past noon and you and Theodore were sitting in your dormitory, next to your bed, the pot of marijuana in front of the two of you as you rolled the herb into a small blunt, enough for a simple high, but not too much so the room wouldn't smell.

Theodore was beside you, fingers twirling one of your braids as he watched you intently, "well don't let it fall out sweetheart." He said softly, scooping the wasted weed off the floor and shoving it back into the paper.

You rolled your eyes playfully, "let's see you do it then." You handed the blunt to him, smirking a bit because you were looking forward to watching Theodore, you always were at this point.

Theodore let out a chuckle, his legs stretching out him front of him as he inhaled, fingers rolling the blunt, his pink tongue sticking out to seal it.

You watched him intently, eyes focused on his soft lips and that look in his eyes when he saw you looking. "What?" He said with a chuckle, raising his eyebrows playfully.

You shrugged in return, a smirk on your lips when Theodore lit the end of the blunt and sucked on the end, his eyes red and a bit watery. He avoided your eyes, staring ahead at his feet, twiddling his toes inside his socks.

"Very high quality." You moved closer to him, accepting the blunt from his fingers and taking your own hit. Theodore watched you silently, eyes low, his fingers rubbing gently against your neck.

"Are you saying I'm a good gardener?" You shivered from his touch and Theodore chuckled with a lazy nod, "I guess I am."

@insideoutjulie

[danadiadea]

"The wardrobe burst open. Hook-nosed and menacing, Professor Snape stepped out, his eyes flashing at Neville. Neville backed away, his wand up, mouthing wordlessly. Snape was bearing down upon him, reaching inside his robes."

That's what Neville's boggart does when he transforms into Snape. So Neville isn't afraid of Snape insulting him, saying he's worthless or something. Neville isn't afraid of Snape harming him or Trevor. Boggart!Snape is "reaching inside his robes" – but if Neville was afraid of a particular action of Snape's, I think the boggart would perform it right away. It's not like it had actual pockets it'd need to pull things out of instead of just having them in Snape's hand initially.

Boggart!Snape is hook-nosed, menacing, with flashing eyes, bears down upon Neville (moves scarily), reaches inside his robes (does something shady). So Neville is afraid of Snape because Snape is scary. He just looks scary. Moves scary. It's not that Neville is afraid for himself in Snape's presence. It's not that he's afraid of Snape’s behaviour. He thinks that Snape is scary like a severed hand or a bloody eyeball are to other students.

Honestly, Snape's attitude and authority and mean comments and awfully challenging for Neville subject were all a part of Neville's fear, sure, but the fact that Snape was a very pale, tall (for Neville at least), hook-nosed man in black clothes in a dim dungeon with dubious ingredients was ALSO a part of Neville's fear of Snape.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Life Did Not Treat Us Well 🌙 | Harry Potter Imagine

set during the events of HP 3 & 7

HP Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: all platonic—Harry Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Severus Snape, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Minerva McGonnagal, Albus Dumbledore

Content Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, implied character death, cannon divergence | Female!reader (she/her) | wc: 6k

Premise:

When the dust clears at Hogwarts, Harry searchers for the one person who can relate to him, now that all close to his parents were dead. She was the last remanence of the family he could have had, if life had treated them well. Now they were two lost souls, carrying the weight of reality on their shoulders. But while Harry would one day greet death as an old friend, she was bound to the Earth forever.

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Harry found his Godmother in the Astronomy Tower. Or what was left of it really. Seated on the edge with feet hanging off, the cool breeze blowing through her hair. As he got closer, he saw the blank look in her eye, staring out to the distance at the river and trees. Smoke from the fires sizzling out until disappearing forever. 

He announced himself as he approached, although Harry knew she was aware of his presence. “Thought I might find you here.” Coming beside her, Harry crouched and swung his legs off the ledge to sit next to her. 

“This used to be my favorite spot in the castle,” She replied without looking at him, but Harry heard the small smile in her voice. The tone one has when recalling happy memories. “I loved coming up here after hours to admire the stars. It was the one place I found solace in, and what I missed most after….” 

Harry understood what she referred to, tilting his head down. The question left his lips without thinking, “Did you ever hate them? Dumbledore, Sirius….Remus. At any point?” He glanced up with curious eyes, “For what happened that night.” The boy received a sigh, emanating the exhaustion she felt after the long, devastating battle. It was laced with grief and sorrow. Making Harry regret asking. He went to apologize but she cut him off. 

“To say I didn’t want to would be a lie,” the confession hung in the air, a tightening in her chest despite the weightlifting off her shoulders. “Especially in the beginning, Harry. It’s why many years passed before I returned home. I was enraged.” Turning to him, she pressed her lips together, “I feared what I’d do, and it didn’t help that my emotions were not only all over the place, but heightened and made me uncontrollable.” 

A shiver migrated down her spine, the memory of her early years after the transformation resurfacing. Along with the fear, guilt, and despair. Sniffing, she panned back to the river, “But you must know, I do not-- did not, ” she corrected with a crack, “hate Remus. Nor did I harbor any blame for what he did. He wasn’t in his right mind, as you’ve witnessed when there’s a full moon.”

Harry shuddered, thinking back to his third year. The night of many revelations. Sirius’ innocence, Peter’s betrayal, Remus’s lycanthropy…and Y/n’s vampirism. 

“But Sirius and Dumbledore…..”

He heard her sharp intake of breath, her voice growing lower, “It pains me to admit it, Harry, but…..I wanted to kill them. ” Of course that feeling disappeared a long time ago. After a long journey of reflection, acceptance, and resilience. Y/n forgiving Sirius for his actions that led to her nearly dying at the hands of Remus when she saved Snape from falling into Sirius’ trap. Their reunion in 1993 was a bittersweet moment. Filled with apologies and hope for the future. 

As for Dumbledore, part of her--especially now after everything that’s happened, after everything she’s lost, deep down Y/n wishes he had let her succumb to the injuries. 

“What do we do, Albus!” Madam Pomprey shouted, on the verge of hyperventilating as she attempted to aid the girl in front of her. Blood poured from multiple parts of her body as she laid on the bed. Withering, shivering, turning paler by the second. 

James and Sirius stood frozen in the corner, covered in Y/n’s blood from hauling her to the infirmary, watching the scene unfold with horror. Snape, laying in his own bed, mirrored their expressions as Professor McGonnagal tried to block his view. The older woman had a hand covering her mouth, “God be with us.”

Y/n groaned, face becoming drowsy as her body desired sleep. Madam Pomprey’s dress painted deep red, pleading to the headmaster with her eyes. “This is beyond my reach, headmaster. We must take her to St. Mungos.”

Albus refused, “She’s in no condition to apparate, nor travel by Floo. She’ll die before we’d set foot inside.” He thought deeply, glancing between the girl and his colleagues with an unreadable expression. Then, as though fighting the thoughts in his head, Albus sighed in defeat. “There’s only one way to save the girl.” As he reached into his pocket, retrieving the vial he’d grabbed on his way out of his office in case of the worst possible outcome, Albus motioned for Filch. “Send an owl to the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Tell them they must send a representative to Hogwarts before the sun rises--it is a matter of the highest urgency.” 

With a nod, Filch makes haste out of the infirmary towards the owlery. Leaving the remaining members of the group confused and worried. Minerva approaches the man, “The Department of Magical Creatures? What in Heaven's name are you thinking, Dumbledore? Remus didn’t bite Y/n--.” She then notices the vial in his hand, face dropping, “What is that?”

Albus briefly glances at the boys before focusing back on Y/n. Preparing himself for the negative reaction he was sure to receive. “ Vampire venom .” Air catches in all their throats, Sirius looking like he wants to throw up. The women gasp, Minerva absolutely appalled. 

“Are you suggesting turning the girl into a vampire?!” her voice carries with an unfamiliar tone no one had ever seen from the professor. It was like she didn’t recognize the man in front of her. In disbelief he even possessed the venom when only three known vampires were alive and located away from England. 

“It’s the only way to save the girl, Minerva.”

“That is illegal!” She shouted, making even Pompfrey flinch. James and Sirius felt their stomachs drop, hearts pounding against their chest. Seeing their head of House look genuinely frightened on top of their best friend dying ignited a fury of anxiety. Minerva stepped closer to Albus, voice stern, “If the Ministry doesn’t see fit to kill her they will surely send her away. They will remove her from Hogwarts--and her family! To be alone for all eternity,” Minerva’s heart already broke for the girl. Her favorite student and protegee. “If you do this you are sentencing her to a fate worse than death, Albus.” 

He was quiet for a moment, as if debating what to do. But then brushed past the woman to move beside Y/n, uncorking the vial. “Likely so. But it is a risk worth taking.”

Minerva had to turn away, squeezing her eyes shut to not watch the man do the unthinkable. Meanwhile James steps forward, sweat still beading his forehead and yells, “You can’t do that, headmaster!” Albus’ hand pauses in the air before it could pour the liquid in Y/n’s mouth. Glancing up to find James’s horrified face. The young Potter had read a bit on vampires along with the stories his father told him. 

The most notable details being vampires were hunted all over the globe to the point only three were known to be alive. Living off the grid and nomadic. And that not every human bit survives the transformation. More often they die before the venom reaches the heart depending on their state. 

Knowing this, James feared for his friend. “What if she doesn’t survive the change?” Albus simply looked at him and replied, “And what if she does?” James said nothing, gulping as he took his place back beside Sirius. 

They watched intently as the headmaster leaned over Y/n, gently parting her lips to open her mouth. “I am truly sorry about this, my dear.” Pausing, he glanced up to Pompfrey, “Clear the room. Anyone with open wounds and covered in blood will be her target.” With urgency, Pompfrey had the boys help her lift Snape out of the infirmary. Leaving only Minerva and Albus with Y/n, who was moments away from death.

“Are you sure about this, Albus?” Minerva asked one last time. Her eyes glossed over, saying a mental prayer for Y/n and for herself in the case the transformation works and Y/n attacks them in a bloodlust. 

Though sure of himself, Albus felt his heart skip a beat the moment he let the venom fall into Y/n’s mouth, “Regardless if I am sure…there’s no turning back now.”

“I hated them,” she voiced with emotion, picturing the moment she awoke to a new reality, Harry noticing the way her eyes glossed over. “Dumbledore especially. Sirius I forgave because at the end of the day he was just being a stupid kid who didn’t think his actions had consequences. But Dumbledore…I never looked at him the same again. After all, he was the one who made the choice. Yes, he saved my life, and you’d think I’d be grateful,” she shook her head, turning back to Harry with sorrow filled eyes, “but how can I, when he sentenced me to walk the Earth for all eternity. Stuck with the same face I had at eighteen. Never to grow old while those around me live their lives until death comes to greet them.”

And now she was the last Marauder. All of her friends were dead, leaving her alone in the world. 

Harry’s heart broke for his Godmother. With his parents, Sirius, Remus--and even Snape--gone, Y/n was the last person close to his parents living. The only family he had left--save for his muggle aunt and uncle who really could care less about whether he lived or died in the war. 

It was just him and Y/n. The Boy Who Lived and the Lone Vampire.

Harry thought back to the first day of his third year. The day he and his friends met Lupin. Enjoying their dinner with their house in the Great Hall and how curious everyone became at the mention of another guest roaming the halls.

The Frog choir had just finished their song, the room erupting into applause as Dumbledore took to his podium. 

“Welcome, welcome to another year at Hogwarts!” He announced with raised arms, “Now I’d like to say a few words before we all become too befuddled by our excellent feast. First, I’m pleased to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin, who’d kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.” He motions to the man, who stands from his chair to smile and wave to the crowd. “Good luck, professor.”

Beside Lupin, Snape offers three simple claps while remaining stoic, while the other teachers beam at the newest edition to their faculty. 

Dumbledore continues, “Our Care of Magical Creatures teacher for many years has decided to retire, in order to spend more time with his remaining limbs. Fortunately, I’m delighted to announce that his place will be taken by none other than our own Rubeus Hagrid.” As the half-giant stands, shaking the table as he does, the Gryffindor table erupted into cheers. Some whistling and shouting with glee. 

“Finally,” The headmaster quiets the crowd, “on a more describing note. At the request of the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts will until further notice play host to the Dementors of Azkaban until such a time Sirius Black is captured.” Murmurs echo against the walls, students whispering in hushed voices. Faces painted with concern. Most notably Harry, who turns to his friends, also visibly worried. 

“The Dementors will be stationed at every entrance to the grounds. Now, whilst I’ve been assured that their presence will not disrupt our day-to-day activities…,” he pauses slightly, eyes catching a figure walking past the entrance of the Great Hall. Dressed head-to-toe in black leather, heels barely clicking against the pavement with how light her footsteps were. Behind Dumbledore, the demeanor of the entire faculty shifted. Lupin and Snape tensing, while Minerva visibly paled. 

The students, particularly the Golden Trio, took the change in behavior in regard to the Dementors & Sirius Black. Who could blame them really. Sirius Black was the talk of the town. Then there was the incident on the train with the Dementors. None were aware of the mysterious woman disappearing from sight as she passed the entrance to continue her journey throughout the castle.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, “A word of caution. Dementors are vicious creatures. They will not distinguish between the one they hunt and the one who gets in their way. Therefore, I must warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. It is not in the nature of a Dementor to be forgiving,” he pauses once more, lifting a finger, “but you know, happiness to be found even in the darkest of times.” His hand waves over a candle, distinguishing the flame, “One only remembers to turn on the light.” waving his hand again, the flame returns. 

“With that being said, we’ve taken the necessary precaution to further ensure your safety in the castle.” Albus glances over his shoulder and meets Minerva’s eyes, then quickly does the same to Remus and Severus before returning his attention to the crowds. All three appear nervous. Deep down, Albus feels the same, but puts on a fake smile. “We are pleased to welcome another guest to Hogwarts.” 

This piques the interest of everyone, and Harry straightens in his seat to look around the faculty for an unfamiliar face. However he falls up short, narrowing his brows in confusion. 

“A fellow alum, who’s recently returned to England after many years abroad. Miss. Y/n L/n…” murmurs once again fill the room, mostly laced with wonder when they notice Dumbledore had not motioned toward a woman to provide face to a name, like he did Lupin. Harry frowns, looking at Hermione who just shrugs in response. “Has graciously accepted the position of taking over nightly surveillance from Mr. Filch. She’ll be roaming the halls after curfew and is expected to report any and all suspicious activity. Including any students out of bed. Therefore, I advise you all to not leave your dormitories after hours,” Dumbledore’s voice suddenly turns serious, “unless you wish to receive the proper punishment.”

Off to the side Harry overheard the twins, Fred and George, mumble something along the lines of, “That’s rubbish. How are we supposed to see if she’s fit if she’s only in the castle at night?” A statement which had all the girls in proximity roll their eyes and glare. 

Ron leaned over to Harry, whispering loud enough for Hermione to hear, “that must suck. Imagine being the only one awake the entire night while everyone else is asleep. Quite a boring job if you ask me.” 

Dumbledore ended the announcement, expression slightly troubled, “Miss. L/n will not be joining us for day-to-day activities, her duty is required at night. 

While Ron and Hermoine fell into conversation as the feast began, Harry’s attention was rather occupied. Noticing something strange those around him failed to see. 

The guilty faces of his teachers. Including Dumbledore and Snape. 

It would be a few months into the term that Harry would first meet Y/n. Dumbledore wasn’t joking about her reporting all activity after hours. Several students had breached curfew. Some go to House parties, others to get a glimpse of Hogwarts mysterious security guard. Each was met with detention that week, and all were shocked having never spotted the woman lurking about the castle. 

It was as if she were a ghost. But even the ghosts of Hogwarts were lively. 

She was all but a mystery. 

It was a bad idea. He knew better than to sneak out of the dorms after hours. But seeing the name Peter Pettigrew, a man known to be dead on the Marauder’s map, Harry had to investigate. So, with his wand leading the light in front of him, he made his way into the halls toward ‘Pettigrew’s’ location. 

“Put that light out!”

“Sorry,” he apologized to the portrait, bringing the light in front of the map. There it showed Peter moving towards him. Harry paused, staying in his position while flicking his wand outward, but caught nothing in the darkness. 

His heart pumped faster, breathing heavily as he felt the anxiety rise. What was he supposed to do? Peter Pettigrew was supposed to be dead. What would it mean if he was alive? What did it mean for Sirius Black?

The footsteps on the map closed in on Harry, until they were right in front of him. Then Harry turned, lifting his gaze expecting to see the culprit but scared himself as he met his own reflection in a mirror. Confused, Harry looked back at the map to find Peter’s name scurrying away, turning the corner moving away from Harry. 

Then another name appeared.

Severus Snape approached the intersection of the opposite corridor, Harry mentally cursing as he waved his wand over the map, “Mischief managed. Nox,” the light went off, plunging him into darkness. 

Unfortunately he was a second too late. Severus non-verbally casts ‘Lumos’ and flashes the light in his face. “Potter,” he snarled. “What are you doing wandering the corridors at night?”

“I was sleepwalking,” was the first thing that popped into Harry's mind. A horrible excuse he was sure Snape wouldn’t believe but tried anyway. 

“Extraordinary like your father you are, Potter,” Snape muttered, tone laced with displeasure. “He, too, was exceedingly arrogant. Strutting about the castle.”

“My dad didn’t strut,” Harry sassed, “and nor do I.” Matching Snape’s hard stare, Harry never lost eye contact, “Now if you don’t mind, I would appreciate it if you lowered your wand.”

Almost like he was impressed with Harry’s attitude, Snape made a face, pointing his hand downward so his wand was directed at the floor. “Turn out your pockets.” When Harry didn’t move, Snape repeated the order sternly, “Turn out. Your pockets.”

Sighing through his nose, Harry removed the map from his hoodie, but did not offer it to Snape. 

“What’s this?”

“A bare bit of parchment.”

“Really,” Snape didn’t believe him. “Open it.” A second paused before Harry complied. Then Snape placed his wand directly over the parchment. “Reveal your secrets.” They watched as lettering appeared, revealing the names Harry already became familiar with but instead of a map, there was a message. “Read it.”

“Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs,” Harry began, briefly flicking his eyes up , “and Missus. Hops, offer their compliments to Professor Snape and--.” Harry cut himself off, unsure to continue as his eyes scanned over the next sentence. 

“Go on,” Snape drawled, and Harry lifted his head to look at him. 

“And request that he keep his abnormally large nose out of other people’s business.”

Snape saw red, “Why you insolent little--.”

“Professor,” Remus announced himself, Snape turning so fast Harry thought he ought to have whiplash. Black hair pretty much covers his eyes.

“Well, well. Lupin . Out for a little walk….in the moonlight. Are we?” 

Remus ignored Snape, offering only a smirk as he approached the two. “Harry. You alright?”

“That remains to be seen.” Snape, again, turned hastily and snatched the parchment out of Harry’s hands. Leaving the boy stunned. “I have just confiscated a rather curious artifact from Mr. Potter. Take a look, Lupin,” he extends his hand, allowing Remus to take it. “It’s supposed to be your area of expertise. Clearly, it is full of dark magic.”

Remus rolls his eyes at the accusation. “I seriously doubt it, Severus. It looks to me as though it’s merely a parchment designed to insult anyone who tries to read it.” His chuckle echoes. “I suspect it’s a Zonko product. Nevertheless,” he moves his hands away when Snape attempts to retrieve the parchment. “I should investigate any hidden qualities it may possess. “‘Tis after all, as you say, my area of expertise.” 

As Remus goes to have Harry follow him out, they are interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching, causing all three of them to freeze. Severus points his wand out, light emitting into the darkness. They follow the light as he points it in the opposite direction, where they see nothing. Then, as they turn back to the original direction they were facing, the three men stagger back when they’re greeted with the sight of a woman standing directly in front of them.

She was dressed in all black. Beneath her long trench coat, she wore a turtleneck, gloves, and heeled boots. Striking facial features. So youthful; skin clear and smooth like fine China, a jawline and cheekbones that could cut through wood and eyes void of color. They were a bright gray, nearly white. And the moment she spoke Harry noticed how white her teeth were. Reflecting against the light from Snape’s wand. 

“Gentlemen.” Her voice was feathery. Almost a whisper with a slight echo. Unlike anything Harry ever heard. She sounded far away despite being so close. 

Harry saw the way the men reacted to the arrival of their guest. Relaxed, but somewhat uneasy. Remus’s head slightly tipped down, “ Y/n.” Harry’s face contorted to shock, despite assuming the moment he saw the woman that it was Y/n. But what made the boy think otherwise was how young she appeared. As though she were a student and not faculty. Physically looking like she belonged with the seventh years. “Apologies for disturbing you this evening.”

Y/n’s expression was stoic, “Your apology should be directed to those hanging on the wall trying to sleep. Something you all should be doing as well.” Eyes flickered over to Snape, then to Harry, causing the boy to tense under her gaze. It lingered on him for a moment before returning to Remus, “It is not safe to be out at this hour.”

“Agreed,” Snape drawled, glaring at Lupin slightly. “We were all just leaving. Isn’t that right, Lupin?”

“Yes,” the DADA professor cleared his throat. “That’s right. I was actually going to request Harry’s company back to my office to answer a few questions regarding this item he came into possession of,” he waved the map in his hands. Casting a knowing look to Y/n, who merely raised a brow at the parchment. Then her lips curled up while lifting her hand. 

“Might I?”

At first he was hesitant, but then Remus slowly lowered the parchment into her palm, her delicate fingers taking grasp before analyzing the piece up close. “Well, well,” she hummed, a glint in her eyes. “What a peculiar thing. With a sense of humor.” She ignored the annoyed reaction from Snape, making Harry hold back a snicker. 

“Yes,” Remus murmurs with a small smile, but it’s filled with emotion as he looks down at her. When she met his eyes, the man straightened, clearing his throat. “Again, our apologies for the disturbance.” 

Y/n hands the map back, nodding sharply, “Quite alright. At least it was you all responsible for the noise.” She smirks, “I’d hate to report the Weasley twins again for the third time this week.” Remus chuckles and Harry smiles while Snape just rolls his eyes. 

“Been having your hands full, I take it?” 

A scoff escapes her, “Like you wouldn’t believe. These students are more rebellious than I imagined. Though I have to give it to them. They’ve become rather creative in their ways of sneaking out after curfew.”

Remus tilts his head, “More so than how we were,” he whispers so Harry doesn’t catch it, but knowing she would. Her nod confirms so, and Remus shakes his head with a chuckle. “Well I can only assume Filch is pleased to have the nights off now.”

“Oh, he makes it well known when we trade off at dusk.” They share another laugh, but she cuts it off when she spots Harry watching them with curious eyes. “I’ll leave you gentlemen to it then.” Her eyes traveled to Harry, making his breath catch as they lingered on him. Pinning him to his spot as he caught the way they softened. “It’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Harry Potter.” 

The boy stuttered out a response, “It--it’s nice to meet you too, Miss. L/n.” 

“Please, call me Y/n.” She approaches him, stopping short and before anyone could react, she was lifting a gloved hand to his face. Gently brushing a finger over his cheek, causing Harry’s heart to skip a beat. Even with gloves on, her touch was chilling. 

Behind her Harry saw the professors stiffen, meekly sharing a glance. Then Y/n’s voice echoed once more against the silent, almost a kiss of a whisper. “My, don’t you look like your father.” Harry swallowed, processing her words which were nothing but a shock to him that the woman knew his father. Then again as she, with a pained tone, added, “But those eyes… those eyes are all Lily .”

Harry wanted to know more about Y/n after that night. About her relationship with his parents. How she knew Lupin. And Snape when she appeared no older than Percy Weasley. Why was she confined to patrol the halls of Hogwarts at night and could not join them during the day. He tried asking Lupin questions when they got to his office but the man was reluctant to answer. 

Harry had told Hermione and Ron of his interaction with the woman the next day. Igniting surprise in friends as well as curiosity. Hermione particularly found Y/n’s predicament quite questionable. And all the more suspicious when Harry mentioned her youthful appearance. 

“I’m telling you she knew my parents,” He said, placing the goblet on the table. Glancing up he was met with her penetrating stare, brows furrowed.

“That’s impossible, Harry,” she leaned over after checking to see if anyone was listening. “If what you’re saying is true, she’d have to be the same age as Lupin--in her thirties. The only other thing I can think of is she was a child whose parents were friends with yours. Are you sure it wasn’t just your eyes playing tricks on you?”

He shook his head, crossing his arms over the table as he thought back to the night’s events. “No. The way she and Lupin interacted…it was friendly, but tense at the same time. Same with Snape--like they were old acquaintances.” He sighs, scratching the back of his neck. “Whatever, you’re probably right. She must’ve graduated the year before we came here--that would make sense why Snape knew her too.” 

Hermione felt like something was still off, “but…you said she didn’t look older than Percy.”

“So?” Ron cuts in.

“So,” Hermione repeats with an edge to her voice, “It doesn’t make sense for her to be the same age as Percy, but graduated three years ago and knew Harry’s parents the way he’s implying she did.”

“Then she might be twenty or something,” Ron swallows a mouthful of food. At their expressions he lifts his hands with a shrug, “Look all I’m saying is some people age differently. There’ve been times where I can’t tell if someone is eighteen or twenty-five.” 

Hermione slumped in her seat, no longer feeling the energy to argue. Ron did have a point, but her intuition was screaming at her there was more to the story. She’d have to do some digging.

The Golden trio discovered many revelations the night Sirius Black came to Hogwarts. After Sirius dragged Ron into the Shrieking Shack, where Hermione and Harry followed them too, they were stunned to their core upon the arrival of Remus and Y/n. Hermione nauseated at being in the same room as Y/n once more. Having met her the night after Harry when she snuck out of the dorms to the library. It led her to investigate the years Harry’s parents were at Hogwarts, at the same time Snape assigned an essay on werewolves . Resulting in Hermione to uncover two shocking discoveries. 

And seeing the two with Sirius brought an overwhelming fear to consume her. 

“No!” She shouted, still blocking Harry from the three. “I trusted you! He’s a werewolf!” She points to him, glancing over her shoulder to her friends. “That’s why he’s been missing classes.” She gulps, moving her gaze to the woman beside Lupin. Her voice went lower, “And she….she’s a vampire .” The boys’ stomach plummeted, shudders running up their spines as their mouths went agape. 

Lupin was a werewolf. And Y/n was a vampire.

Lupin creeps closer, removing his hand from Sirius shoulder while Y/n stays put. “How long have you known?”

“Since Professor Snape sent the essay,” she pauses again, a cold chill upon her by the way Y/n was staring at her. Intimidating her with those blank eyes. “And when I found the yearbook from when you were all at school. She’s looked the same for fifteen years!” Hermione took a step back as Y/n moved beside Lupin. “Minus the eyes. It’s why she only walks the castle at night. And why Dumbledore’s been having blood from blood banks donated to madam Pomprey.”

The adults are impressed, Y/n holding back a laugh as she mutters, “Clever girl.”

Remus smirks, “Well, well, well Hermione, you really are the brightest witch of your age I’ve ever met.” From behind, Sirius loses his patience.

“Enough talk, Remus, c’mon. Let’s kill him!”

“Wait--!”

“I did my waiting!” The words echo off the walls, bursting out of Sirius's chest like an explosion. “Twelve years of it! In Azkaban!”

The night had been full of so much chaos. Not only was their professor a werewolf and nightguard a vampire, but Peter Pettigrew was alive and Sirius was innocent. Then Sirius revealed to Harry once they left the Shack that Y/n had actually been named Harry’s Godmother. Filling in the blanks Harry conjured as he tried to piece together the relationship she had with his parents. 

Sirius didn’t want to talk about the night she turned, but informed Harry that she’d left England by order of the Ministry. They put her on their record of living vampires and told her she’d have to request permission to return each time she wanted to visit. Sentencing her to a nomadic life across the globe. The one time she did come home was shortly after Harry’s birth when Lily managed to track her down. Three years after becoming a vampire, her self-control had improved. 

Their conversation was interrupted when the group had the horrifying realization it was the night of a full moon. Lighting up the sky as it broke through the clouds. Casting down its curse on the man bound to it. 

Harry will never forget the image of watching Remus in full transformation going toe-to-toe with Y/n’s true form. The black veins under her bloodshot, blackened eyes. The gray disappeared from the dilation of her pupils. Fangs protruding from her gums, jaw practically dislocated and hissing like a wild animal out for the blood she craved. The two ripping at each other’s flesh, their strength inhuman. Y/n obviously holding back to not kill Remus by accident, who was fighting her with the intent to kill given his mind was lost to the moon. If either of them bit the other it would end in tragedy. 

And while at the time Y/n had 15 years of self-control under her belt, there was always the risk she could lose it.

Even Snape was terrified. Seeing the creature in replace of the girl who saved his life all those years prior. A painful reminder of what could have been his reality. In the years following the incident Snape felt guilt and remorse for Y/n--who’d been the only one in James Potter’s friend group to show him kindness. Often scolding the others for their behavior. She was close to Lily and even sat with her and Snape in class or the Great Hall.

After the clouds cleared and the sun replaced the moon, Harry found himself in Remus’s office, alongside Y/n. It was the first time she’d been out in the daylight, though her body was covered head-to-toe, and sunglasses masked her eyes. Staying along the walls where the shadows seek shelter from the sun. 

“What happened?” Harry asked her when Remus left the room, but not before giving Y/n a friendly hug with the promise to write to her. She would be returning to Hogwarts, continuing her position as night guard. The Golden trio added to the small list of people aware of her condition. “How did you…” he bit his lip, unsure of the right words. “Become what you are?”

If she was bothered by the question, she was good at hiding it. Face never wavering from its expression. “It’s not a pleasant story to the ears, Harry. And I don’t,” she gave a sad smile. “I don’t want to ruin the image you have of your Godfather and Dumbledore--and even Remus.” That had him confused. 

Why would it ruin his image of them? Especially Dumbledore?

“You’re my Godmother,” Harry defended, still reeling in the happiness of knowing he had some family besides his abusive aunt and uncle. People who cared for him. “I want us to not have secrets with each other. I want to understand you--and know how to help you.” 

Y/n chuckled, bringing a cold hand to push some hair from Harry’s face that fell between his eyes. Gently stroking the scar on his forehead as she did so. “I’d expect nothing less from a Gryffindor. You were very brave last night. Saving Sirius and coming between Remus and I.” He flushed, rosy cheeks painting his face. Y/n sighed, removing her glasses so Harry could see her gray eyes. “What I’m going to tell you is not a story for the faint of heart, Harry. Remus, Sirius, Snape, your father….” her sharp inhale lingered a moment. “Life did not treat us well. And we’re still dealing with the consequences.” 

By the end of the tragic story, Harry was at a loss for words. Disbelieved by the truth of Y/n’s origins of becoming a vampire. Initially he thought the group had stumbled upon a rogue one and it targeted her. No, it was deeper and more personal. 

Sirius tried pranking Snape during a full moon. Snape took the bait. His father and Y/n went to save Snape from being killed and Remus attacked her. Leaving her half-dead by the time they reached the infirmary. And Dumbledore made the life-changing decision to transform her into a vampire rather than let her die. 

Sentencing her to a life of eternity, feeding off the blood of humans and to watch her loved ones die while she remained. The same face of an eighteen-year-old girl walking the Earth forever. 

Harry’s heart shattered. 

“What now?” came the question minutes later. Wondering how Y/n managed to stay at Hogwarts, working for the man she clearly loathed by the way she talked about him. Still angry by his decision. “Why are you staying when Sirius is free? Don’t you want to get away from here?” 

‘Away from the painful memories?’ He wanted to add. 

All he got was a shrug and a small smile. “And leave you?” His chest burst with emotion. A statement so simple, but worth a thousand words. “You’re my Godson are you not? Other forces are a threat to you, Harry. And I will not let your parents down.” 

And she didn’t. 

Four years later after that fateful night and here the two were sitting on the edge of the half-destroyed Astronomy tower. Overlooking the river while a lone Phoenix flew across the sky. Embarking on the silence, honoring their loved ones. 

Unsure of what future laid ahead of them, but one thing was for sure. Life may not have treated them well, but the best they could do was move forward. Not let the deaths be for nothing. Make sure the peace withstood to prevent another war. 

The history books would go on to write about the Boy Who Lived and his Godmother, the Lone Vampire. Her name and face, however, are hidden from the public eye. And as the decades pass more and more of her friends join the souls lost in the castle. Leaving only those lucky enough to cross paths to have a glimpse in their memory.

For she would forever be a mystery, with the moon and stars as her companion. 

[flymetosnarryland]

Vulnerable?

My holiday started today and I'm feeling pretty good. Also trying to catch the proper mood for writing and of all things, my brain is coming back to the one story only, hehe.

[juderuo]

He is so vampire like

I’ve been watching so much vampire media for some reason. 2010s come back to me

[maya-morphosis]

Venting about the new casting decision for Snape

As some of y’all may know, I have several accounts dedicated entirely to Severus Snape. I’ve never connected so deeply with a fictional character before. There’s something about him that fascinates me endlessly—I love discovering new details about his personality, coming up with headcanons, drawing him, and just… living in his world. I relate to him on a really profound level. Honestly, I’m very much autistically obsessed with him.

But lately, I haven’t been able to find the same comfort in him as I used to. And it’s because of the new casting decision.

From the beginning, I hated the idea of this remake. I hate remakes in general, I hate J.K. Rowling, and I think this whole reboot is a massive waste of money and creativity. Still, the one thing that kept me mildly curious—maybe even a little excited—was the thought of seeing my favorite character brought to life in a fresh and possibly deeper way.

Then came the rumors. When I first heard people talking about a Black actor being cast as Severus, I scoffed. I told those around me it was probably just fake news meant to stir up engagement online. I even joked that if anything, he’d probably be Kingsley Shacklebolt, not Snape.

But then it was confirmed.

And I’m honestly embarrassed to admit how much it affected me. I haven’t been able to engage with anything Harry Potter-related since. I feel angry—not because of the actor’s race, but because of the blindness and laziness in these creative decisions. When are we going to understand that race is not just about skin color? It carries history, culture, trauma, and lived experience. As a brown woman, I know firsthand what racism feels like. I’ve been bullied—by friends and even family—for the color of my skin.

Changing Snape’s race changes his character entirely. The Harry Potter universe is already deeply flawed: it’s racist, misogynistic, and lacks meaningful representation. This isn’t new. But I truly thought we had moved forward.

I feel disturbed, and honestly kind of ashamed. I’ve had to remind myself over and over again that it’s just fiction.

Why Snape, though? His appearance is one of the most iconic in the whole series—his greasy black hair, his hooked nose, his pale skin. These aren’t just superficial traits; they symbolize who he is: a man shaped by poverty, trauma, neglect, and bullying at the hands of wealthy white purebloods.

Why not choose a character whose story wouldn’t be fundamentally altered by such a change? Why not build a new character, with new stories and experiences, instead of erasing the core of an existing one?

Fuck these series and fuck jk Rowling. What a fucking joke