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lauryri · 6 months

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Brother’s Best Friend

Sirius Black x reader

In which Sirius Black finds comfort in the person he least expects.

The same day that Sirius Black realized his parents were Slytherins was the same day that Sirius had sworn off all Slytherins forever. It started off as a childish thing, a one-sided, unspoken attempt to get back at his parents for all of their strict rules and exaggerated lectures about the importance of his pure-blood ancestry.

When he met James Potter on his first train ride to Hogwarts, the resentment towards Slytherins grew into a shared inside joke. Something that the two of them could continuously throw around. Never mind that James Potter was from a pure-blood family as well. The joke was just another feeble attempt to get back at his parents.

And then, he met Severus Snape. And then, he met the insults and snide remarks of his Slytherin classmates. And then, he had finally decided: there was no good that came out of Slytherin.

So it’s no surprise that when his little brother, Regulus, was sorted into Slytherin a year later, Sirius was devastated. Sirius was silent during the entirety of dinner and even remained silent as he arrived in his dorm. The other boys tried not to disturb him, but they had never seen him so quiet before, and it was starting to disturb them.

“Some evening,” Peter said awkwardly, a yawn emerging from him. Remus gave him a strict look before turning his attention back to Sirius, worry evident on his face.

The silence only seemed to grow thicker until finally Sirius sighed and his words rushed out, eager for release.

“I thought he was different. This whole time I thought he wasn’t like them,” Sirius began.

“I mean yeah, Slytherins can be awful, but he’s your brother,” James replied, attempting to soothe his best friend.

“Very insightful, James,” Remus said sarcastically from his side of the dorm. He leaned back against his bed frame. “But I agree. He’s your brother. You know him.”

“I don’t think I do anymore,” he replied solemnly, his eyes sullen yet harsh.

“Don’t be like that, Sirius,” said Remus, “just talk to him.”

Sirius doesn’t talk to him the next day. Or the rest of the year for that matter. He says what he has to during the summer but when school starts, he goes back to ignoring him.

It’s not easy to pretend that Regulus doesn’t exist. He started to play quidditch. He is one of the smartest in his year. And he’s always seen with a Slytherin girl that is in Sirius’ potions class. She’s reserved and intelligent. She seems polite enough. She talks with Lily Evans. She’s even pretty. But she’s also a Slytherin and Sirius believes that’s a good enough reason not to trust her.

She’s always with Regulus. They sit together in the Great Hall. They walk in the corridors together. Sirius spots her one day leaning against Regulus’ shoulder, laughing loudly at something he said. Sirius resents her for it. He hates her for knowing Regulus.

Later that day, Sirius is walking into Potions class when he spots her talking with Lily Evans. He tries to walk past unbothered, but then he hears her mention Regulus’ name.

“Regulus and I have a bet,” she says with a laugh. Sirius tries to ignore how sweet her laugh sounds.

“Is that right?” Lily chuckles and shakes her head.

“He’s the best seeker that’s ever been. Write it down. This Saturday. You’ll see.”

“He really doesn’t think he’ll catch the snitch?” Lily wonders curiously.

The girl responds back with a small pout. “He doubts himself a lot. I hate it. But I’ll win the bet, and he’ll see.”

Sirius rolls his eyes and continues walking. What does she know? Regulus is his brother after all.

Their conversation leaves him with an irritation that follows him the rest of the day and a worry that maybe he doesn’t know his brother anymore. James has tried cheering him up, but Sirius continues his sulking all day. He hardly eats anything when they sit down in the Great Hall. He goes to bed as soon as they make their way to the dorms. No one bothers him.

The next morning, the marauders don’t even have to ask Sirius what’s wrong. He wakes up determined and explains the whole situation to them.

“He doubts himself sometimes. I hate it,” Sirius says, mocking the girl as his story comes to an end. He shakes his head furiously.

“Are you talking about y/n?” asks Remus.

“Y/n? I don’t even know who that is. Did you hear anything that I even said?” Sirius looks as if Remus has just deeply betrayed him.

“The girl you keep complaining about. She’s Lily’s partner in potions,” says Remus as if this is common knowledge.

“A friend of Lily’s is a friend of mine,” says James, a teasing smile on his face.

Sirius thinks that maybe, given a different circumstance, he might have laughed. But James is supposed to always be on his side, so he makes a face of disgust instead. “You too? Peter?”

“She’s quite pretty,” He responds with a shrug of his shoulders.

“She’s a Slytherin,” Sirius mutters, but it’s loud enough for the rest of them to catch it.

“Really?” Remus rolls his eyes, “I thought we were past all of the house prejudice or whatever you’d like to call it.”

“That’s not why I don’t like her,” Sirius lies, quickly defending himself. He pauses as he struggles to come up with another valid reason. He continues on anyway, “she’s very… assuming. How can she possibly know how Regulus feels? I’m his brother. If anyone knows him it’s me.”

The three of the boys share a knowing look.

“Sirius,” Peter speaks up hesitantly “when’s the last time you even spoke to Regulus?”

Sirius isn’t sure why that question hits him as hard as it does, but it hurts. Surely it wasn’t that long ago. They spoke a little during last summer whenever he wasn’t at James’ house…

Sirius decides that he doesn’t owe any of them an explanation. He stands up quickly and mutters a faint, “excuse me.”

Sirius’ urge to run away leads him to the front of Hogwarts’ entrance. He finds it ironic that the first thing he notices as he exits Hogwarts’ front doors is the Slytherin girl, or Y/n as she sits alone near the Great Lake.

Sirius had no time to think about the reckless act he was about to make. He was fueled by the anger of Peter’s question and the fact that he really didn’t know when the last time he had spoken to his brother was. He figured the only obvious option was to blame her. The girl with soft eyes and a determined expression. The girl sitting with her back against the tree, seeming not to notice the ruckus of the other students around her, not even noticing Sirius’ haste steps towards her as she stares into her book.

“Y/n, is it?” he says finally as he comes to an abrupt stop in front of her. In a quick second, her eyebrows furrow and her gaze is on him. Her eyes even widen a little bit.

She takes a few seconds to respond, and in all of those few seconds, Sirius can feel himself growing impatient. Before she can even finish saying yes, Sirius cuts her off.

“It’s a bit cold out here to be reading don’t you think?” his tone is harsh.

“What?” she replies confused, and Sirius almost feels bad. Almost.

“It’s just that it’s cold, and you’re not even wearing a jacket and…” Sirius’ voice begins to falter. His pride doesn’t let him stop. “I’m Regulus’ brother.”

She nods. “I know that,” she says sharply.

Sirius is immediately taken aback.

“Fine. Who are you anyway, his girlfriend or something?” he replies back with the same sharpness in his tone.

She laughs loudly enough to surprise him. He looks at her in confusion, and she shakes her head. “Who are you to ask something like that? You won’t even look at him.”

Sirius tries not to let that hurt him, but it does. “I’m his brother.” He keeps saying this. He’s hoping that after saying it enough times this simple fact will make up for everything else.

“No. I’m not his girlfriend,” she replies.

“You just seem to always be with him,” Sirius presses on, and he knows he shouldn’t, but some pathetic part of him feels like by talking to her, he’s kind of talking to Regulus.

“He’s my best friend.” With those simple words, Sirius has the daunting feeling that he has completely lost his brother. He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and Y/n just stares up at him curiously.

“Why are you speaking to me, Sirius?” she asks after moments of silence.

“I don’t know,” he admits because isn’t it just the truth? He doesn’t know.

Y/n continues to stare at him, and it kind of annoys Sirius until she finally says, in a calm voice, “Talk to him before the match tomorrow.”

Sirius doesn’t really understand, but before he can ask, she’s adding on.

“ ‘Good luck’ or ‘you’re going down’ I don’t care what it is. Talk to him.” And with that, she goes back to her book.

Sirius is going to talk to him. The game is about to start, and Regulus is right there. He’s going to talk to him any minute now…

Regulus is already focused on the game. Most people have a hard time understanding Regulus, but to Sirius it comes naturally. He can see the way worry flickers across his face before immediately being pushed away. He feels the urge to reach out, to comfort him. And now he understands why Y/n had asked him to say something; he understands her conversation with Lily.

The whistle blows and Regulus is about to fly when Sirius blurts it out.

“Good luck,” he says to Regulus. Regulus is undoubtedly surprised. His eyebrows raise, and he’s quiet for a few seconds.

Then, he simply nods, “Sure, you too.”

Regulus doesn’t sound bitter. The interaction between them almost feels natural. Sirius smiles lightly. Although, it doesn’t take long for the brief happiness to subside into a feeling of guilt. He spent so much time resenting his brother for something outside of his control. He has a sinking feeling that he was wrong.

He tries to find Y/n in the stands, and when he does he breathes in sharply at the sight. She is smiling so brightly that he finds it difficult to look away. He hates to admit it, but he thinks he might have been wrong about her too.

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smilingbluetiger · 5 months

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Hogwarts Talks

(Severus x Y/N)

Y/N: *falls on the bed and screams into the pillow

Severus: What the hell is going on?

Y/N *with a muffled voice through the pillow: God, I finished reading the book and I don't know what to do with myself. I experienced catharsis and I don't know how to continue to function with the thought that this is the end of the story.... This end is good, but I don't want the end

Severus: ... *starts stroking her hair

Severus: Shall I read it aloud to you again?

Y/N: *looks at him with big eyes full of love

Y/N: I love you

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I made it based on my current feelings. Nothing can compare to that feeling when you finish reading a REALLY GOOD book

#harry potter #hp #pro snape #professor snape #severus snape #snape #severus x reader #pro severus #hogwarts talks #severus snape x reader #books #reading

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kidney9-9 · 10 months

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Sickness - Severus Snape

Anonymous asked: I had a idea where stepdad snape x reader. Where the reader faint and get a fever that make them mumble random thing and snape have to care for them while teaching

Hi anon I hope you enjoy! Thank you for sending this in :)

stepdad!Severus Snape x Reader [Platonic/Fluff] Warnings: sickness, some teasing, and cursing Word Count: 1.7k

You woke up sniffling and coughing into your blanket as your friend nudged you again. “Come on, seriously, you’re going to be late to breakfast.” She groaned at you, shaking her head as she saw the snot and drool stuck on your face.

You wiped it off with a sleepy sigh, pushing yourself to get up. “Miranda, just go without me, I’m too tired.” Your response made her irritated, as it was the third day you woke up sick and skipped breakfast. She didn’t like going alone, especially after one of the other girls pranked her earlier in the year and these past few days, your absence made breakfast a lonely ordeal.

“No, this is it, or I’m going to tell everyone you talk about Filch in your sleep.” Miranda retorted, pulling the blanket off your body, and then taking a hold of your arm. She tugged it at first, as if she was trying to wake you up more, but you groaned and moved away, burying your face into your pillow.

“Yeah? Go ‘head, I don’t care.” Your voice came out mumbled and Miranda rolled her eyes and started pulling your arm to get you out of bed. With a huff of air, she managed to pull you to the edge of your bed and instantly you started to feel goosebumps and you tried grabbing your blanket but failed. As you reached over to get the blanket, Miranda shoved it away from you, causing you to stumble out of the bed.

Surprisingly, she apologized after hearing your groan of pain and then chuckled as you looked around your surroundings, confused.

“Come on already, everyone’s left.” She spoke up again, poking you repeatedly on your nose as you closed your eyes again.

“No,” You responded slowly, dragging out the “o” sound. “I’m just going to sleep…” You drifted off, eyes fully closed, and you were still shivering but fell back to sleep.

Miranda left with a frustrated noise coming out, knowing you’d probably wake up within a few minutes, complaining to her and asking why she didn’t wake you up.

As soon as you did wake up, you added a few extra layers of clothing, feeling too cold. You knew you were sick, but it was probably just a small bug that other people had at the moment too. It would just go away, hopefully by the end of the day or the next since you’ve already on day 3 of sickness.

You rushed as fast as you could to get to the great hall in time, just hoping you had enough time to grab a piece of toast or something simple. Once you got there, it was completely ending and you squeezed your eyes shut with a heavy sigh, “Ugh, stupid,” You murmured to yourself, then turned to walk to your first class.

If you were late already, it didn’t matter how late you were, right? So, you slowed your walk to catch your breath and you yawned, feeling another set of chills hit you. It was a few minutes later in your walk that you finally got to the class.

You snuck in quickly, hoping to avoid the scrutiny of the teacher. You sat next to Ginny, who sent you a worried glance.

“Are you alright?” She whispered to you, as you pulled out one of your notebooks. You watched the teacher’s movements for a moment before you responded to her with a quick nod.

“Yeah, just got up late. Ya’know how it is.” You shrugged.

When your stepdad, Severus Snape, walked into the classroom, everyone was confused.

“I’ll be taking over this lesson since the teacher needs to finish grading your tests from last class.” He spoke up, clearing his throat. His eyes swept the entire classroom and ended on you, focusing on your figure.

You were slouched over in your seat, and you looked so pale and sickly. He couldn’t really tell what was wrong or if there was a problem from where he was looking from, but it seemed like you were slacking in the class.

“Y/n, sit up and pay attention or I’ll take 10 points from your house.”

You rolled your eyes to yourself before you sat up and nodded to him silently. You weren’t ready to deal with your stepdad, he was always harsh on you specifically. You knew it was because he expected you to be the best you could be, and he always supported you in your studying at home and in school.

You resisted a sigh and placed your elbow on the table and your head in your hand, leaning on it.

“We’re going to review the last three lessons for your final now. Get in pairs and pull out your wands.” He continued with the lesson, eyes leaving you. He scowled as a pair of students chuckled together at something and he slapped his hand on their desk.

“Would you like to repeat what you said to the class?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh, well… It’s just Y/n looks like shit right now.” The kid snickered again, and you scoffed loudly and tiredly.

“Well, you don’t look your best, Francis.” You spat back from across the room. Your stepdad sent both of you a glare.

“No talking. If you were truly concerned for your classmate’s appearance, you could have told me privately.” Snape snapped at the student. You bit back a smile from your stepdad defending you but then your smile dropped when he turned to look at you.

“And you, don’t think you can get away with talking back at people.” He told you with a frown. You pouted back at him, then coughed into your arm.

The next few minutes you started to feel worse. Your dizziness started to get out of control and your hearing went in and out, and you couldn’t hear what Snape was saying – or what your partner was trying to tell you.

Your eyes rolled back as you slumped back into the chair, fainting and then falling down to the ground from your chair.

The noise stopped everyone, and they all snapped their heads in your direction, on the floor. There you lay, still fully passed out. Ginny was the first one to react, getting up and rushing over to you.

“Y/n! Y/n, are you okay?” She asked, carefully placing her hands on your shoulders, and shaking you gently. You didn’t wake up, only shifted in her hold.

Snape finally walked over, concern written all over his face. “I’ll take it from here.” He told Ginny, who nodded back and hesitantly went back to her seat.

He picked you up slowly and walked to the front of the class, laying you on the desk. That was when you mumbled something and he didn’t hear it, he leaned closer to you, trying to hear what you were saying.

“Chicken nuggets…windows.”

He scrunched his face up in disbelief and amusement at your whispers, and firmly placed a hand on your arm.

“Y/n, wake up.” He said, leaning down to your ear. And within a minute or so you finally started to stir, saying something else again.

“Motor pigeon.” You murmured, coughing in your sleep. And with a squeeze of your arm, you finally woke up, confused.

“Huh?” You let out, looking around. Snape looked at you in concern, “You passed out. Keep laying down here, you’re excused from the lesson. I’ll take you to the infirmary when class is over. You’re not allowed to walk there by yourself.”

“Hm? Okay…dad.” You mumbled, slipping out the “dad” word. He stared at you with wide eyes in shock at the word, then glanced away, shaking his head.

“You should have let us know earlier when you were sick.” He told you before he went back to teaching. He tried his best not to react to the dad word in front of the class, but on the inside, he was totally surprised.

It was the first time you called him that seriously. You’ve said it before as a joke and each time you joked about it, it made Snape wish you called him that seriously because you would become a complete family that way – he would know that you accepted him as a father figure.

He continued the class and waited slightly impatiently for it to end.

When it ended, he didn’t wait for the students to leave. Instead, he picked you up and rushed you out of the classroom.

He didn’t care about others seeing him do this, he had to make sure you were okay.

“Y/n, we’re going to the infirmary now.” He whispered down to you, seeing that you were still in and out of it.

You mumbled back, “Thank you.”

He placed you on one of the beds and sighed deeply. Poppy Pomfrey walked up to the two of you and raised her eyebrows and set her hands on her hips.

“Now, what do we have here?” She asked softly, staring down at you in concern. Snape’s eyes left your form and stared up at Poppy.

“She fainted during class and has a fever. I’m not too sure how long she’s had the fever for.” He spoke truthfully.

“Aw dear, I’m sorry.” She whispered down to you and pet your head gently. You curled into her touch, feeling out of it.

“I’ll give her some potions and she should stay here for a day for observation. She’ll be okay tomorrow, would you like to come back tomorrow and pick her up?” Poppy asked, starting to prepare some potions to help your sickness.

“No, I’m staying here for a while.” He responded.

He needed to make sure you were okay. While you slept, he stayed by your side and alerted your mom about what happened, with a letter. He stayed there until you woke up the next day, feeling a lot better. He didn’t care that he missed a few classes, he had someone else cover for him.

“I’m glad you’re okay now.” He spoke up, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. You nodded back to him and smiled.

“Thank you for helping me.” You replied, sniffling slightly.

“By the way… did I call you dad?” You brought up, embarrassed.

“You did.” He nodded back to you.

“I’m sorry!” You squeaked out, sitting up straight, then laying back down, feeling a bit dizzy.

“No need to apologize, I’d like to be called that if you feel comfortable.” He sighed, and you smiled back at him.

“Okay, dad.”

#severus snape x reader #severus snape x you #snape x reader #snape x you #professor snape x reader #professor snape x you #harry potter fanfiction #thank you for reading

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noe-clara69 · 5 months

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Okay so hear me out: draco as a spy for the order.

He proves himself to the golden trio in fifth year, for reasons I have yet to explain but will figure out soon enough, and runs to Severus during the summer in between fifth and sixth year before he gets the dark mark. Snape calms him down and they figure out what draco wants to do moving forward and what would be the smartest thing to do while keeping his morals in tact. They figure out the spy solution.

So snape takes draco to the order and is like “he should be a spy” and everyone’s like “no 😠” at first but then dumbledore goes “yes 🤓” and everyone goes “yeah we were joking he can join our club 😁” (I’m being funny not serious. I am also seriously minimizing the amount of time all of this will take and the complexity of all of it, but follow along)

Does all of that make sense? You guys obviously can’t read my mind and have no idea what I’m going to do with the characters yet, but this solves a big plot hole that I was trying to figure out a way through.

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saintsenara · 10 months

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rare pair tag game

thanks for the tag, @said-snape-softly :)

i'm pretty sure everyone has done this by now, but if you'd like to, please consider this a blanket tag.

apart from all the tomarry and the odd dabble in remadora, i am a rare-pair enthusiast, so i am delighted to spread some propaganda here... the criterion i've used for a rare-pair is less than 2500 works on ao3.

pairs, little metas, fic recommendations, and some suggestions for authors to follow under the cut.

sirius black/severus snape

why i ship it:

this one can just about claim to be a rare-pair.

sirius and severus are narrative mirrors, whose complicated relationship to themselves and to each other is crucial for driving several of the most important arcs in the series.

in particular, sirius - constantly haunted by guilt and grief over his role in the death of the man he loved [you can decide if his love for james is platonic or not, but i definitely think the text thinks it isn't...], trapped in his childhood home, unable to have his real loyalties acknowledged before his death by the fact he's on the run - leads harry through his journey in hero-worshipping, then being disappointed in, then forgiving james. and then promptly dies.

this is one of harry's most significant areas of personal growth - it begins to chip away at his rather black-and-white morality, which is finally destroyed by his ability to confront the complexity of dumbledore in deathly hallows - but it is also key narratively: harry coming to understand james starts to hint to the reader that it is lily - otherwise absent from her son's conception of himself - who is the key to the mystery...

which brings us to severus - constantly haunted by guilt and grief over his role in the death of the woman he loved, trapped in his childhood home, unable to have his real loyalties acknowledged before his death by the fact he's a spy - who gives harry, and us, the final piece of the puzzle. and then promptly dies.

put them together, though? well, you get the delicious tension of two fundamentally broken people - who cannot comprehend the possibility of their own redemption - bound to each other. can they forgive each other and themselves? is it a disaster? the story can go either way.

and even in fluff there is so much potential for d r a m a between sirius' recklessness and severus' cunning, sirius' emotional control and severus' temper, the fact that sirius is canonically hot and severus is canonically not, how they react to harry and draco [i don't usually accept the fanon that severus is his godfather, except when it means snack can be fighting about it], and so on.

and i'm a sucker for two bitter old men getting a happy ending. sue me.

want to give it a read?

if you trust nothing else i say in my life [and why should you] you can trust this - second life by nwhiker and cassandra7 is one of the greatest pieces of writing i have ever seen, not only in this pairing but in this fandom full stop. it's a profound and solemn meditation on loving and grieving, choice and chance, and the great pain caused by the divide between the magical and the muggle worlds.

then, for gorgeous angst with a happy ending - two boys kissing by @writcraft and the merit in trying by brightened

albus dumbledore/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

the facetious answer is because they wouldn't be so obsessed with each other if there wasn't some sexual tension underneath it.

the facetious and nsfw answer is because it appeals to the part of me whose favourite book aged 11 was lolita

the serious answer is that they should be horrifying together: they're both liars; both incredibly self-righteous; both living behind masks which conceal their true emotions and motivations; dumbledore took one look at tom as an eleven-year-old, said "he reminds me of gellert", and then did nothing about it; tom thinks dumbledore's a hypocrite and is right, although not for the reasons he thinks; there is a colossal age gap; there is virtually no scenario in any timeline where they could be openly in a relationship unless one of them is concealing his identity; and - really, this seems quite minor in the grand scheme of things - they are constantly trying to destroy each other.

but.

intellectually, they are the only two characters in the series who could be the other's equal - i'm sure that violent arguments about the twelve uses of dragon's blood trigger the majority of their sexual encounters, and a man who's passionate about your research is hot.

if either of them ever fancy being honest - so, no - there is a shared cavernous [although, in tom's case, unacknowledged] grief in their lives which has shaped their not-as-divergent-as-the-text-thinks-they-are views on death, love, duty and so on. their active refusal to understand each other [i.e. dumbledore entirely misreading voldemort's motivations in the job interview scene] and commitment to constantly underestimating each other [i.e. voldemort bouncing around like an idiot in the chamber of secrets instead of using his brain and remembering what a phoenix is] could, in time, lead to something almost resembling acceptance. i mean, just imagine the hurt/comfort sex which happens when voldemort finds out about grindledore.

the way dumbledore describes the young riddle - "self-sufficient, secretive, and, apparently, friendless" - is also an exact description of him. that each sees himself in the other canonically drives their hatred of each other, but it could also appeal to two very vain men in a much racier way. after all, who doesn't want to bang their narrative mirror?

and being an orphan probably doesn't seem so bad when you realise your boyfriend's family is aberforth.

want to give it a read?

i can't recommend concordance by @laeveteinn enough, particularly for one of the best-written dumbledores i've ever seen. i find dumbledore is often written either as far more whimsical than i'd like, or far more fiery and radical [when one of his most interesting personality traits in canon is his tendency towards inaction], but this dumbledore is the perfect balance of contradictions, while tom is his canonical feral self, longing to perceived, rather than the emotionless sociopath of so many other stories.

i also recommend as an entire ocean in a drop by eldritcher, which really leans into just how similar these two are underneath all the artifice.

albus dumbledore/severus snape

why i ship it:

well, we've had dumbledore with one lost boy, let's have him with another [i haven't been brave enough to venture into dumbledore/harry yet, but i'll take recommendations...]

as with riddledore, we have the potential for horror here: a vast power imbalance; enormous age gap; the fact dumbledore sends snape out to potentially die every time he goes off to voldemort; and - this is the crucial one - the fact that dumbledore's recognition of himself in snape is pure self-loathing ["you disgust me"] manifested in punishment [allowing snape to be humiliated in front of fudge, not stopping the presumed-to-be-real moody searching his office, making him give harry occlumency lessons, not letting him teach defence against the dark arts].

but then this stops, when snape does the tremendously brave thing of agreeing to kill dumbledore, and their dynamic equalises, as dumbledore recognises that snape is courageous, steadfast, and redeemed. i'm always struck in half-blood prince by the fact that dumbledore has it with harry's sniping about snape and straight-up tells him to shut up, as well as by the fact that he very nearly gives the game away and confesses why snape switched sides [the thing he promised not to do] when harry finds out it was snape who gave voldemort the prophecy.

and within this equalised dynamic - so this hot geriatric sex is happening in the afterlife, i guess - we have two men who are intellectual close-to-equals, who understand grief and guilt, whose aesthetic senses are charmingly mismatched, who are rarely honest but might be for each other, and who have lots of profound similarities which might lead somewhere...

want to give it a read?

cheerfully disregarding everything i've just said about how snumbledore could work, i highly recommend in infinite remorse of soul by @perverse-idyll, which is a chilling look at how dumbledore uses the power imbalance between the two to assuage his own guilt through snape's humiliation.

for something much more wholesome, i'm a big fan of byzantium by eldritcher

petunia dursley/severus snape

why i ship it:

because vernon is a dick.

i'm fond of petunia, who i think is one of the most interesting characters in the series because of how full of contradictions she is, and who i think is also a victim in fandom spaces of how the adult cast was aged up for the films [in canon, she's only in her early twenties when lily dies, and the implication is that vernon is a good deal older than her)] which makes her inadequacies, such as her inability to truly care for either child in the household, seem much more nuanced than they do if she's pictured as a middle-aged woman with considerable life experience.

like snape, she teeters on a knife edge between various chasms: she is a working-class girl from the midlands made good in middle-class surrey, he is a working-class half-blood boy who spends most of his life in pureblood circles; she ends up with her whole life wrapped up in a square little house when she's barely out of her teens, he ends up with his whole life wrapped up in spying at the same age; she hates the wizarding world and yet covets it, he hates the muggle world and yet cannot escape it; she loves lily and she hates her and she loathes her for dying, he... well, you know the rest.

want to give it a read?

i was first convinced by this pairing by the lovely regretfully yours by @maria-de-salinas, which takes both snape and petunia's awkwardness and bitterness and moulds it into something really tender.

i also highly recommend barking at the moon by rinsbane, the summary of which speaks for itself.

merope gaunt/tom riddle sr.

why i ship it:

our first canon pairing, and probably the most problematic of the canon relationships, since the series never acknowledges that tom sr. is a rape victim.

but i have found myself recently in my merope era and, in particular, in an attempt to give her more nuance than she gets in canon. as i've said to anyone who'll listen in the three broomsticks discord server, i loathe the implication in canon that merope dies because she just cba to live [since it directly justifies voldemort's belief that her death was shameful] and prefer to see her as someone who was desperate to escape a truly horrifying life [the fact she's going to be forced into an incestuous relationship with morfin is right there in canon...] and so did something she didn't have the capacity to understand the implications of [this is not a woman who's ever heard of consent] because she thought it would give her the first chance to be happy in her life, watched it all crash and burn around her, and would have very much liked to have lived to raise her son.

i doubt there was anything real or tender in her relationship with tom sr., of course, and his escape - while merely a brief stay of execution from his son's perspective - is tremendously brave. it's impossible to write tom/merope fluff [although i respect you if you're inclined to try] but fanfiction gives a space to explore the intricacies of their relationship which canon doesn't allow, and i'm obsessed.

want to give it a read?

i'm recommending myself here, and assuring you that you will enjoy: enchanter's nightshade, which explores how merope's attempts to keep her husband enslaved fail; the snow child, which treats the relationship as folk-horror; and the shack at the end of the lane, in which there is redemption, in the end.

the best exploration of tom sr. dealing with the fallout of the relationship is @phantomato's exquisite ganymede, which feels so truly embodied that you can't pull yourself away from the page.

bellatrix lestrange/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

our second canon pairing, i am obsessed with these two and the tragedy and - to some extent - tenderness bound up in their relationship [which can be proven to be there because noted softy @whinlatter loves them].

i've written before about my conviction - in contrast to a lot of bellatrix fans - that her relationship with rodolphus is utterly miserable, and that voldemort is the only man in her life who can understand her desire to make a life for herself which is not constrained by the gendered expectations of her social class.

obviously, lord voldemort is not a shining paragon of a boyfriend [and he is an awful choice as a baby daddy, bella, get it together], but i think the enormous power imbalance is perhaps slightly less enormous than is sometimes assumed - certainly, she tells him to his face in half-blood prince that he's wrong to trust snape [she's a clever woman], voldemort never physically punishes her for anything [rip to lucius malfoy, who seems to get picked for this in her stead], and voldemort tolerates a surprising amount of nonsense from her which shatters his mystique.

all of which is to say... the scream when she dies isn't just because he's losing the war.

want to give it a read?

tee hee, i'm recommending myself again, and encouraging you to take a look at: atramentum, bellamort's last afternoon together before voldemort goes to the potters; nor all that glisters gold, bellatrix's life - including her relationship with voldemort - through sirius' eyes; and death (eaters) in paradise, because murderous psychopaths deserve crack fics too.

draco malfoy/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

because the ship name is taco.

these two are a pairing which i enjoy with my tongue firmly in my cheek [and tom's tongue firmly in draco's], as i do with most other things in which draco is a main character [do i want to read drarry angst? no! do i want to chuckle? absolutely!], although this should not be taken as saying that many of taco's fabulous authors don't manage to make the pairing entirely plausible.

in fact, consensual taco [non-con is, of course, its own beast] often has some of the best characterisation of both tom [fretful, mercurial, stubborn, and nowhere near as charming as he thinks he is] and draco [prissy, a very good judge of character, someone who likes being taken care of, and much braver than he appears if he absolutely has to be] i've seen in the fandom, largely because - unlike other voldemort-centric ships [especially tomarry, but also voldemort + any of the adult death eaters] - there's no sense of inevitability there. these two aren't connected by a shared bit of soul, or a prophecy, or having gone to school together, or having been hooked in by voldemort in the first war when he was unassailable.

they have to choose each other. or, more accurately, draco has to choose tom, and tom has to get chosen.

and the results have me entertained.

want to give it a read?

then you will want to have a look at the travelling cabinet by @the-paper-monkey [and its sequel, bluebeard], truly the gold standard of taco content with an absolutely brilliant draco, whose sheer capacity to cling on and make himself an irremovable part of tom's life may just end up changing the course of history.

narcissa malfoy/severus snape

why i ship it:

because i am in deep with the conspiracy theory that it's canon. i am absolutely certain that narcissa is the person that voldemort is referring to at the end of deathly hallows - "he desired her, that was all, but when she had gone, he agreed that there were other women, and of purer blood, worthier of him". it seems highly unlikely to me that the canonical voldemort would give a shit about snape fancying any random pureblood [although the snapemort version is, naturally, hugely jealous], but snape having had some sort of liaison with narcissa, and the ability knowing this gives voldemort to humiliate snape, narcissa, the memory of lily, bellatrix, lucius, and draco is definitely information he would go out of his way to remember...

plus, how do you know where he lives, babe? v suspicious.

want to give it a read?

if you want some fluff, you will very much enjoy the incredibly sweet the reformed man by gingertart50, which features narcissa nursing snape back to health post-nagini and is a favourite re-read for me when i'm drunk and it's christmas.

if you want some very-much-not-fluff, other women and of purer blood by yours truly will scratch the itch...

minerva mcgonagall/severus snape

why i ship it:

because i'm an equal-opportunity age-gap fan, and there is far too little older woman/younger man in the fandom.

and look, i'll admit it, i'm a fan of the fanon that snape and mcgonagall are friends prior to dumbledore's death - i'm not sure it's canonically plausible, but this sign can't stop me because i can't read - and i like the idea of that blossoming into something more, especially in fics where snape survives the second war. after all, he is a man who definitely needs to be treated quite strictly [and i don't just mean in the staff room], there is a shared loneliness and grief to them both, they're intellectual equals despite the age gap, and bickering about quidditch is absolutely fine as a method of foreplay.

plus, you can't tell me dumbledore's portrait doesn't ship it.

want to give it a read?

for a fic which shows minerva at her acerbic - and yet still sensual - best, always but not necessarily forever by gingertart50 is an old, fluffy, and very funny, favourite.

for something much more bittersweet, that good night by kelly_chambliss has my heart.

severus snape/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

because voldemort is canonically down bad for it - there is no need to believe snape's ridiculous cover story for not attending his resurrection, to try and spare lily as a treat for his man, and to give him a nice, painful death which allows the narrative to move on and harry to defeat him if the dark lord isn't firmly in his simp era.

more seriously, they obviously have an enormous amount in common, particularly in terms of their backgrounds [harry draws a connection between all three of them, but actually the fact that harry is rich in the wizarding world, not a slytherin, and with a muggle mother, therefore giving him a pureblood name, means he can't relate to the post-childhood experience of both halves of snapemort].

as a result, i think snape is the death eater who comes the closest to understanding voldemort's motivations - above all, the fact that he's not seeking an oligarchy, which the malfoys etc. obviously believe - while voldemort is someone snape feels understands his intellectual interests and his creativity.

want to give it a read?

boy, are you in luck, because i myself have a snapemort wip - scylla and charybdis. it is not wholesome.

tom riddle/myrtle warren

why i ship it:

because it started as crack and now i love them.

in particular, i just have so much respect for being incredibly annoying as a method of seduction, and i think myrtle's commitment to just following tom around chattering at him - and, therefore, without her realising it, preventing him from committing all sorts of crimes - is iconic.

want to give it a read?

then my unhinged rom-com - bookbinding - shall provide.

tom riddle | voldemort/ginny weasley

why i ship it:

because i enjoy seeing my dear friends who ship hinny shake and cry.

but also because ginny and tom have an enormous number of similarities, right down to the fact that they both have yew wands [if you're sick of people saying harry has an oedipus complex, you'll be delighted to be confronted with the mountain of evidence ginny reminds him of the villain who keeps trying to kill him instead].

they are both very good liars, quick thinking, remarkably resistant to shame, possessed of nerves of steel, predisposed to violence, brown-eyed, so hot they have harry gagged, and the profound enemy of someone whose surname is smith.

despite what he claims, tom was absolutely not just sat politely in that diary gritting his teeth while ginny complained about having second hand robes and idiot brothers. as he says, he opted "to start feeding [her] a few of my secrets", and i think it's justifiable from canon that they were at the very least half-truths [for example, i would not be shocked to discover he tells her he's a half-blood orphan brought up against his will in the muggle world - there's no other reason, i think, for him to successfully make her tell him these things about harry without it], which means that ginny has lots of lovely emotional leverage over him.

plus, as with tomarry, you have the element of "this is kind of inevitable" in the relationship, and the mysteries of fate are always sexy.

want to give it a read?

this is a tommary/hinny/tominny triad, but it has had me in a chokehold since the first time i read it - shameful company by merrivale, which, truly iconically, manages to be epilogue compliant.

#asenora fic recs #rare pair tag game #starprince #snirius #snack hp #riddledore #snumbledore #petunia dursley x severus snape #merope gaunt x tom riddle sr #bellamort #tom riddle x draco malfoy #snarcissa #minerva mcgonagall x severus snape #snapemort #tom riddle x myrtle warren #tom riddle x ginny weasley #lots to read

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snucius · 1 year

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Keep refreshing this tag is a full time job 🙄.

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sneepseverus · 6 months

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Does anyone have a Snape x reader/OC slow burn fic recs?

#want to read some good agnst #snape #snape x reader #snape fanfiction #snape fic #severus snape x reader #snape x oc #severus snape x oc #severus snape fic #severus snape fanfiction

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missmeasured · 2 years

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I made some fluff!

Severus Snape and The Chamber of Secret Growing Affections and Confusing Feelings

Word count :1200 ish

Severus Snape x Gender Neutral Object of Affection

Warnings: a swear word or two.

Summary: The new teacher's assistant is charming in a way that Severus can’t help but be affected by.

“Oh bollocks.” Snape muttered under his breath as he rounded the corner into his classroom and found the new teacher’s assistant hanging out of the cupboards on the far side of his classroom.

The new aid was something of a conundrum for Severus. They were irritatingly charming. And not in the usual way that charming people were irritating. They did not force their attentions on people, rather they had an annoying tendency of drawing them in and making them laugh when they least expected it.

Just yesterday in the staff room everyone was gathered around slagging off the new Defense against the Dark arts hire, Gilderoy Lockhart, and the sweet smiley thing had made him choke on his cup of tea with unexpected laughter when they had called him a “caped cunt”. Snape hated to admit it, but they really lit up a room, especially with unexpected vulgarities. Severus felt so uncomfortable with this newfound sensation of being grateful when the stranger arrived to join his normal comfortable group. It was contrary to his nature.

The other reason Severus was consistently made so uncomfortable by the teacher’s assistant was currently staring him in the face. The eager thing had purchased themselves several repeats of what they no doubt deemed a suitable aspiring teacher’s apparel. On its surface the clothes were guilty of nothing, plain white shirts, and several colours of the same set of tweed wool garments. It was the fit that was the problem. They had so nicely chosen a cut that suited their body and the wool clung then swept away in a manner most enticing.Their waistcoats truly drew the eye in, two rows of brass buttons on each one in a V shape. It was not good either way, look down the V and there was their waist, looking like it needed hands placed on either side and look up the V and their chest was there, so nicely encapsulated in wool and white shirt. Now this fresh hell of their rear end protruding from his cupboards when he had not expected to be so presented with it.

“Oh Severus! Is that you?” They exclaimed when they hear his approaching footsteps. They started wiggling out of there and the Potion’s Master forced himself to look away. “I don’t want you to think I’m snooping. I saw your list you left me on your desk and I saw no reason not to get started right away since you have a free period. So far I took out all the textbooks and cleaned them. I was just getting rid of some cobwebs before I put them back.” They announced cheerfully as they stood up.

Snape nodded. “Thank you.” He said tightly, for he could think of nothing else to say. He noticed today’s necktie was green with white dots. They had seventeen colours of necktie and counting. It bothered the dungeon bat that he knew how many neckties he had seen them wear. It bothered him more that they had a black snooty mark on their nose and it was disgustingly adorable.

“You have something on the end of your nose.” He informed dutifully. They fished for a handkerchief and wiped at their face.

“Did I get it?” They asked.

“No.” Severus answered and then, before he knew what was coming next they had taken their glasses off and were looking up at him with their surprisingly lovely eyes and wiping at their nose more, leaning in closer, asking for assurance that they have gotten it now. Worse, they hadn’t gotten it, leaving Severus no choice but to take the handkerchief from their outstretched hand and dab at the tip of their nose and now that their glasses were pushed up into their hair he could see there was more on their cheek. He followed the soot across the face of the annoyingly alluring aid.

“Thanks!” They smiled as he finished. “I have an appointment to help the golden blunder after you, and you know how foppish he is. Would probably send me off the scrub up before I was allowed to enter his rooms.” They laughed and magiced the books back into the newly clean selves. “What else can I help you with, Severus?”

Why did his name sound different in their mouth? Why did their voice colour it in that way? “Nothing really. Early in the school year I do not need much assistance. In a few weeks if you can help me run potions result testing, I find that the most useful.” Severus informed.

“Ah gotcha. Test the sleeping draughts and what not?” They ask, putting their glasses back on.

“Yes.” Snape answers, feeling the need to step away now that the cleaning of the smudge was complete but not wanting to make it uncomfortable.

“As long as you promise not to make fun of me if I snore!”

“I don’t make…fun…”

“I’ll make it fun. Don’t worry.” They winked at him. Actually winked at him. “If you don’t want to use me any more I guess I’ll go see Clocktart.” They rolled their eyes, which got so sparkly when they were smiling. Severus suddenly felt he must have tied his neckcloth too tightly.

“If you wish… I could scrounge up some more things to do if you would rather spend time down here than go up to see him.” Severus offered tentatively.

“Could you?” They asked, turning back from leaving and coming back over. “Gilderoy really has no trouble treating me like a lackey. I’d love to hang out down here if you have something for me.”

Severus didn’t really have anything for them to do, he suddenly realized. He had been about to brew an example potion for his 7th years. “How are you at chopping?”

“I’ve been told I’m quite good with my hands.” The little grin at the corner of their mouth always made Severus feel quite wary. Is that smirk friendly? Couldn’t possibly be anything more than friendly.

“Well if you’d like, you can help me prep ingredients. I will have to check your work, I’m very exacting when it comes to preparation. Just so you know what you’re getting yourself into.” The head of Slytherin warned.

“Oh I don’t mind you looking over my shoulder. I’ve always been glad when someone tells me what to do and exactly how to do it.”

There were a great deal of things Severus would like to show them exactly how to do. He had to shake them all out of his head. It was only September. There were a lot more months of having this tweed covered, bespectacled, smiley person under his nose and he knew he needed to stop mistaking their twinkly eyes for flirtation.

Still, later in the morning when they called him over and asked him to correct their form using his hands he had to wonder. When they walked behind him while he stirred, they placed a hand on his back. Just to let him know they were behind him? When they got them both a glass of water while Severus was in the middle of brewing without his asking for one.

When the potion was finished and they were on their way out, they stopped right beside Severus, rested their fingertips on his wrist and said “Thanks for saving me from spending all day with that self obsessed nightmare. You’re my hero.”

So many possible responses came to mind and none quite right so Severus just smiled and tried not to read into the lingering fingers. He went back to to the brew, preparing a vial, and he almost didn’t realise the lingering smile he wore on his lips. When he did, he whispered “Bullocks” under his breathe once more.

#fanfiction #severus snape fic #severus x reader #severus snape #severus snape fanfiction #snape #Severus #snape fluff #fluff #short reads #pro snape #snaddy #severus x oc #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral fanfic #gender neutral reader

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kkangkkangie · 1 year

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for all the readers out there,

Snape would 100% read your favorite books as a way to get to know you if he had a crush on you. I can imagine someone having the most nonsensical or garish book, and he’d carry it around to read.

#severus snape #snape x reader #tag what book he'd read #Harry Potter #young!severus

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nidamae-approvedhpfanfics · 2 months

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Fanfic: Serpentkind Ch 1, Harry Potter | FanFiction

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12556372/1/Serpentkind

Books » Harry Potter Rated: T, English, Humor & Drama, [Hermione G., Severus S.], Words: 79k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 1k+, Published: Jul 2, 2017 Updated: Nov 15, 2023

Summary: [HG/SS] AU: Neville's nervous twitch causes a really severe potions explosion that hits his lab partner, Hermione Granger. Her life is drastically changed forever. [Completely Crack]

Snakes are sometimes perceived as evil, but they are also perceived as medicine. If you look at an ambulance, there's the two snakes on the side of the ambulance. The caduceus, or the staff of Hermes, there's the two snakes going up it, which means that the venom can also be healing. - Nicolas Cage

If you need a smile or laugh this story is sure to leave you with one.

My favorite part is Hagrid running from tiny spiders...🤣

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desiprongsieee · 1 year

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2023 book #1: The Heir to the House of Prince by elph13 and A_LoveUnlaced (ao3)

Theo/Harry

87 chapters, 648,523 words

I found this fic through tiktok and it’s honestly one of the best ones I’ve ever read. It’s filled with darkness, angst, and trauma and I’ve been brought to tears so many times while reading it. 10/10 recommend.

Summary: The fic starts during the summer after 4th year and Harry's all alone, dealing with his grief and the sudden revelation that James Potter is not his father. Support comes in a strange form. The form of Theo Nott, son of a death Eater. A strange friend who says he'll help him find his true father, whoever this Lord Prince might be.

Quote: ‘He is the head of Slytherin. He sees more abuse cases than any other member of staff and he missed it. He missed Lily’s son.

I could not have known, Severus thinks, but then he catches sight of Granger’s face. She is staring at him fiercely and he feels a tremor of guilt.

“You all knew,” Granger snaps, her voice suddenly harsh. The younger Weasleys nod sagely. “You just didn’t see him. You never see him.”

#harry potter #severus snape #theo x harry #snape #slytherin #remus x severus #fuck dumbledore #poc harry potter #hermione granger #pro snape #heir to the house of prince #diverse harry potter #goodreads #booklr #book challenge #reading challenge

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chihoshisai · 11 months

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A Desire to Live

Pairing : Snape x you / genre : angst, fluff, hurt-(no)comfort (depends on the chapter), (dark) comedy

summary : Everyone knows not to defy a Death Eater for murder is all that awaits them. You found yourself treating one in the intimacy of your home. Severus Snape, recently injured. Thankfully he let you live out of gratitude yet ironically, you couldn't help but to cling to someone who brought death and disaster on their path in order to ensure your survival.

A/N : This is only a part of chapter 1 which is around 3.1K words and I felt it was a bit too long to post on tumblr and didn't want to break it down into parts like my other fic. If this sneak peak interests you, you can continue reading here on ao3 !! There are a couple of chapters uploaded already. If you're waiting for a lonely flower amidst a garden update no you did not see this

word count : 1738

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You had just finished a good reading session. This is what you liked the most about living in the countryside, endless fields, nature and most importantly a well deserved suspension of the usual buzzing sound that came from cities and human interactions. Even if everything was far from you, the peace and quiet from your surroundings made up for it. As you held your book loosely by your side, you saw a figure covered in dark clothing limp in the distance, clutching their lower abdomen. You slowed down, now hesitantly putting one foot before the other. Thanks to Voldemort, the entire wizarding world lived in darkness, fear and chaos now overtaking every citizen. Being wary of anyone outside of family members and close friends was now the norm. The fact that you were adventuring outside was already dangerous. Except that you lived in such a recluse area that it never crossed your mind that danger would come, until you saw that black figure hobble in the direction opposite yours.

The source of your worries collapsed on the ground. Rather than feeling relieved, you felt panic surge inside you. You rushed over the individual to see a puddle of blood forming around the body. Long black hair, as dark as the robe he wore, the figure indicated that of a man. You kneeled before him, careful not to soil yourself in the pool of blood.

“Are you alright?!” You raised your free hand towards him, as he groaned for an answer causing you to stop in your tracks. You could tell by the amount of blood spilling that it was only a matter of time before this man was at death’s door.

“Damn it.” Forget about the dark times and being wary of strangers, there was a person about to die in front of you and if anything, enough of them had died already. With enough luck, this might just be an Auror and you could be rewarded handsomely if you saved his life. You carefully threw your book a few feets away from you, making a mental note to come back for it later whilst you grabbed the now unconscious man by the arms before disapparating so as to appear in front of your house.

You struggled to open the door. In fact you struggled as you dragged him all the way to your room. Thankfully your little cottage only had one floor. With difficulty, you took off his robe and his shirt revealing the true nature of his wound and most importantly, the Death Eater mark on his arm. You backed away, an almost inaudible shriek escaping your lips. You stared at the man in pain with horror as you debated what the correct course of action was.

“Lily…”

The unexpected wailing brought you back to your senses. Having regained consciousness, you saw the eyes of the man fixated upon you, sweat dripping all over his face while his eyes reflected tenderness, seemingly at the thought of mistaking you for someone else. You remained motionless. Right, these people also have loved ones. And right now it seemed to you that your only chance of survival was to play it off as his while the misunderstanding lasted.

“I’m glad you’re here.” He panted, and winced in pain, making you feel bad for him. Slightly.

“I don’t think you should speak.” You could feel your palm getting sweaty by the second. Whatever happened to him, he probably deserved it being a Death Eater and all but still, seeing a man at death’s door in your room didn’t leave you indifferent.

“I know. I simply wanted to tell you–” He coughed, spitting blood. You twitched at the sight of yet more gore sullying your neatly polished room.

God no. It sounded like the last words of a man ready to die. “I told you not to speak. I won’t let you die.” You reluctantly said. Your mind had made a decision, but your body refused to cooperate.

“I see. If it’s not too much trouble then, I’m in your care.” He gave you a smile that seemed to cost him all his energy, before he turned his gaze to the ceiling.

You stood there for a while. It took a lot of willpower for your body to finally move. You knew you were heading to an early grave, yet you couldn’t find a way out of this. If you left him alone, his death would weigh on your mind for the rest of your life and if he lived well, at least you felt satisfied with the number of books you had the chance to read.

As you exited the room, you wondered if his wand was in his robe you just took off or hidden somewhere in his pants. You shuddered at the thought. You fetched a bucket of water along with multiple towels, alcohol, bandages and painkillers. You steeled your nerves as you were about to reenter the room, ready to lay hands on one of the most wanted criminals. If anyone were to learn of your forthcoming actions, Azkaban would most likely be the outcome.

You treated him with caution, thanks to your love for books, you had gathered knowledge on the matter. Yet, your hands remained uncertain and his simple movements were enough to make you whimper in fear. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to take notice of it.

“Do you remember the day we first met?”

Nope.

You clutched the bandages tightly in your hands as you wrapped them around his wound, having helped him into a sitting position with much difficulty. “Yeah.” You made sure not to meet his gaze, and prayed he didn’t ask for the exact circumstances. Dammit, why couldn’t he just stay silent?

“I feel like I’m meeting you again for the first time. Weird isn’t it.” His voice sounded less painful thanks to your medical attention yet was still that of a wounded man.

You gave a nervous laugh in response. What nonsense was this man saying? You wanted to run out of the room as quickly as possible. So you did.

“Alright, I’m done.” You helped him lay down before adding, “I’m gonna get these cleared out.” You grabbed the bucket and handful of other things you brought along with you. Walked to the door with such speed while saying just as quickly, “do call me if you need anything.” You shutted the door behind you knowing damn well he couldn’t properly call for you in the position he was in.

“I’m doomed.” The thought of death didn’t scare you, hence why you merely sighed as you made your way to the bathroom, before taking in the full impact of the blood trail this individual had left on your floor whilst you dragged him around. Suddenly death by the hands of a Death Eater seemed like the least of your concern as you quickly grabbed all you needed to disinfect your cottage.

Evening’s colors started creeping from the windows, soon announcing the dread and fear that nighttime now brought for everyone. This made you remember that one of those instigators of nightmares was now residing in your chamber. You grabbed a couple bandages on the way, thinking his might need a change. As you opened the door to your room, you found him in a sitting position. This will make things easier, you thought. Except that you noticed the gentle gaze he had before was now replaced by a dangerous glare.

You stood in the doorframe. “Your bandages need to be changed.” You mechanically said.

“Right.” He said in a manner just audible enough. “Do come over then.”

You carefully walked, taking notice of the wand that rested in his right hand, ready to attack at any given moment. You also noticed that his robe weren’t how you previously left them. So his wand was in his robe all this time. Nonetheless, you cursed yourself for not taking it back with you earlier. You consoled yourself by thinking that anyone gutsy enough who isn’t an Auror trying to defy a Death Eater is delusional. Better listen and execute their request than risk dying.

You took care of him with steady hands, now more careful than ever not to hurt him. He remained silent, simply doing motions with his thumb on his wand, as a reminder.

That you were at his mercy.

That you could die at any moment.

“You’re a bad person aren’t you?” A stupid question to ask really, but the silence was making you suffocate.

“It depends.” He said.

“On what?” Now you were starting to play with fire and you knew it.

“On you.” He gave you a glance and you instantly understood what he meant. He would let you go if you didn’t cross any line. What a relief.

“Oh. But do tell me your name then.” You ignored the warning look he gave you. “I’m not going to sell you out or something. If I wanted to do so I would've done it by now rather than save you. I’d just like to know the name of the Death Eater I had the fortune to save.” You introduced yourself first, thinking it would make him more eager to tell his name.

Yet, he remained silent as you finished treating his wound. He put his clothes back on with difficulty, refusing your help as you stepped away from him. You felt a sense of relief seeing that he was finally about to leave. He crossed the room to reach for the door. “You will speak of this to no one. Understand?”

You nodded in approval.

He gave you a last glance, just as he was about to close the door behind him. “The name’s Severus Snape.”

Your knees gave up and you stumbled on the floor. Severus Snape huh? You certainly would remember him for the rest of your life. You felt your heart pumping in your head, despite the reassurance that your life was now free of danger, while also taking deep breaths so as to calm yourself. You distracted yourself by an intense cleanout of your room, refusing to sleep in the eventuality that he might come back to claim your life. This was the biggest incident to ever happen in your existence after the death of your parents, as you hoped it would be the last anomaly in your little country girl life.

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