#Severitus fanfic

[dinarosie]

When I stumble on a Severitus fic with an amazing plot, but then the author just has to hit me with ‘greasy bat of the dungeons’ and ‘greasy git’ 3,556,560 times to make Harry’s hate feel canon:

PSA: Fun fact, a lot of fans don’t realize this, but all these descriptions—‘greasy bat of the dungeons,’ ‘greasy git,’ ‘slimy git,’ and ‘pile of grease’—are pure fanfic invention. No one actually calls Snape that in the books.

[nioumin-draw]

For @illisius and her wonderful Severitus fanfiction : Obscured

With a Slytherin Obscurial Harry

I suggest you her fanfiction if you like hurt/ comfort !

The fanfic is on AO3 ,Still wip but updating each Friday 👀!!

I missed traditional drawing and makers

[illisius]

WHAT IF… SEVERITUS (insp.)

but i looked to the sky  and said, ‘please’

— Taylor Swift, the prophecy

[crossthread]

The only HP fic I've read with a truly charismatic Voldy is the fic where Harry, from the start of the series, absolutely loves potions, and Snape's assholeness never stopped him from getting an apprenticeship with him. That's literally the only fic where I was from the back of my mind always hoping that somehow Voldy and the light side would somehow find some common ground. I liked his character in that fic to an insane amount. And he was still and evil racist murderer. That's literally the ONLY series with a charismatic Voldermort without it being a Harry/Voldy fic. Can't remember the fic name but it's a series, and honestly it's pretty unique that I'm sure someone will know the name. It's the fic where Voldermort has a daughter with Bellatrix.

This isn't really even a fic rec post. Or even a lost fic post. Not really. This is just a post I had to put out there cause of how creeped out I was by how much I was rooting for Voldy to not die all because of how much of a charismatic mf he was. Whoever the author to that fic is, they know their shit.

[mellarkandart]

would you believe me if I told you this

was inspired by this

[rosieshipper]

That Night in Godric’s Hollow

Summary: A retelling of the night that Severus visited Godric’s Hollow to see if the Potters had survived. But when finds that the only survivors is none other than the young Potter boy, he can’t bare to leave him

A/N: So for this fic I’m changing some major things canon wise because it’s my fic and I can do what I want. First off, it’s a Severitus fic obviously. Second of all, I’m changing canon where Severus was actually friends with James for a good few years and was in fact a Marauder at one point, but they had a falling out, leaving them not on speaking terms. Severus didn’t hate James and he wasn’t bullied by the Marauders, so he’s not gonna be glad to see James dead. With that all out of the way I hope you all enjoy this fic!

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60200869

Severus could feel his heart pounding wildly inside his chest as he had disapperated into the outskirts of Godric’s Hollow. He had to know. He had to know if the Potter family had managed to survive the Dark Lord’s attack. He had to know…if Lily was still alive. He had heard whispers from fellow death eaters that the Dark Lord was gone and they must scatter their troops. If he was gone, maybe there was a chance, a hope that they would be safe and alive

As Severus made his way through the dark and quiet neighborhood, he looked around desperately for the correct house. He had only been there once before when Lily had invited him and a few friends to see their newborn son, Harry. He only attended to see his closest friend and the people he once called his other friends

He had worried of course that the bad blood he and James had would prevent him from seeing their son, but the man Severus once called friend remained civil through the whole ordeal. Sirius and Remus were there as well, the two of them remaining civil as well. Even Petunia had shown up for her sister, which had surprised Severus. The only person who wasn’t there was Peter, which had struck James and Lily as odd, but they nevertheless had shrugged it off

The get together was a nice relief from the war that they had all been facing. Especially for Severus, given the fact he had been working as a spy not only for Dumbledore but for the Dark Lord as well. He couldn’t remember the last time he had had a moment of reprieve from the everyday chaos he had faced in his life. But when Lily had offered to let Severus hold her son for the first time, it all became so real to him. This single moment in the midst of all this chaos, would be a moment that Severus would never forget

The memory of the moment only fueled Severus more and spurred him onwards to find the house. But as he turned the corner and saw the remains of the place he had once known as the Potter house, all of his hopes were dashed. Part of the roof had caved in and the lights inside the house were all off as well as the front door hanging wide open. That wasn’t a good sign

With a wand at the ready, Severus approached the open door and peeked inside. “Lumos.” He had whispered, the tip of his wand glowing from the spell that lit his way. As soon as the room was illuminated, Severus saw that there were clear signs of a struggle. The living room was completely torn up, the couch destroyed and books and bricks scattered everywhere. The growing pit in Severus’s stomach only worsened as he continued through the house

Upon coming up to the stairs, Severus’s heart sank to his stomach when he noticed a pair of legs draped over the top few steps, unmoving. Climbing up a few steps, he came face to face with James’s lifeless body. His eyes were frozen in place, staring up at the ceiling as if he was in a daze. The features of his face seemed to hold the look of fear that he must have had in his final moments. Severus’s hands began to shake and his breathing became raspy

Suddenly a crack of lightning illuminated the house and Severus noticed the room at the end of the hallway, specifically a figure of something lying on the floor. “No..it can’t be..” He thought to himself, not wanting to believe it to be true. With each step he took towards the room, it felt like weights were added to his legs, keeping him from moving any faster. He didn’t want to see what he knew he would see. Didn’t want to comprehend that she could be gone. He didn’t want to believe it

But as soon as he entered the small room that he now knew to be Harry’s nursery, and the light of his wand fell upon Lily’s unmoving body, Severus felt himself stumble back, unable to stay standing. In the process he had dropped his wand as his back hit the wall and he slumped to the floor. “No no no no it can’t be true it can’t be.” All these words were playing over and over in his mind as he stared at the corpse of his best friend. Lily was gone

As soon as reality set in, Severus began to heave, tears filling his dark eyes as he found himself crawling over to Lily. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her, hoisting her up into a sitting position where he cradled her close in his arms. As he felt how cold she had become in his arms, Severus began to openly sob. He sobbed harder than he ever had sobbed before. No such a sound had ever come out of him ever since he was a young boy himself. The sounds that escaped him in this moment of pure despair were guttural and profound, sounds he would have never thought he would make at his age. And yet here he was

This continued for what felt like ages to Severus. He couldn’t let himself let go of Lily, not yet. To let go of her would be to accept the truth that she was gone and he couldn’t accept that just yet. But eventually, his sobs began to quiet down and it wasn’t until that his once loud and guttural sobs had quieted to nothing more than hiccups and sniffing that he realized he wasn’t the only one that had been crying

As soon as the sound registered in Severus’s head, he distinguished it as a baby’s cry. And sure enough when he followed the sound, he saw that it was coming from the nearby crib. With a heavy heart, Severus let go of Lily, carefully placing her back on the floor before standing up and moving towards the crib

There he was. Harry, the poor scared boy who was screaming his little lungs out. His face was screwed and red from crying for god knows how long. But even in the darkness of the room, Severus could see the freshly scarred flesh of his forehead from where Voldemort’s curse had hit him. Severus marveled at the sight. The boy who was no older than three months had survived the deadliest curse to wizard kind. How was this possible?

Severus was suddenly drawn out of his thoughts when Harry’s cries had suddenly begun to quiet a little to tiny whimpers as the baby had reached up to him with his small hands, desperately wanting comfort from anyone he could get it from and seeing as Severus was the only person capable of doing that, Harry would take his chances. But Severus only stared at him for a moment, his gaze fixated on Harry’s eyes. They were big and a beautiful emerald green. A shade of green that matched his mother’s

In that moment, something stirred inside Severus. A want..a need to protect Harry even if it cost him his own life. He couldn’t save James and Lily but he would make damn well sure he would save Harry if his life was on the line. Maybe he felt he owed it to the Potter’s. Maybe he knew that once the news of this spread, Harry would be shipped off to his Aunt Petunia's house. And if Severus knew anything about Petunia and her family, he knew well that that would not end well for Harry

With a newfound purpose in the meantime, Severus reached down into the crib and carefully scooped up the still sniffling infant. He remembered how awkward he felt holding Harry for the first time when Lily had invited him shortly after Harry was born. He didn’t know how to hold him properly and was worried that he would somehow mess it up. But now as he settled Harry into the crook of his arm, using a nearby blanket to wrap him up, it felt natural, like it came to him purely based on instinct

Severus knew it would be too dangerous to dissapperate with the infant in his arms, so he figured he would find the nearest Floo network entrance and Floo himself and Harry back to Hogwarts. He would figure out the rest from there

As Severus turned to leave, he looked back at Lily’s body one last time, letting out a shaky breath and holding Harry even closer against his chest. Once he knew when Harry’s parents would be buried, he would be sure to visit. And with time, take Harry to visit as well. But that was for another time. Now was the time to get Harry away from all this and to a safer home

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Hey so… haha… a new chapter of my fanfic has been posted. It’s still short, only 4.9k words so far. But I do have google docs so expect longer chapters verses me just writing them out on Ao3’s website.

It takes place the summer before Deathly Hallows, and focuses on both Harry and Snape’s strained relationship for each other.

Constructive criticism is always welcomed, please let me know what I can improve on.

Weekly updates, give or take.

(100% Severitus ONLY. Absolutely NO form of Snarry or any other ships of the same nature.)

[smilingformoney]

Happy 63rd Birthday to our favourite dungeon bat!

To celebrate, I’ve written a lil something about Snape’s 63rd birthday, which he definitely spent alone and not surrounded by love. Honest.

Even after so many years, Severus wasn’t sure he would ever get used to this.

The war had been over for a long time now. In fact, later that year would mark the 25th anniversary of the final battle against the Dark Lord, when he had been defeated at last and the wizarding world had begun to know some semblance of peace.

Despite Severus’ protestations, Harry Potter had made it his mission to let the world know what his grumpy old Potions teacher had done for the world. He had even gone so far as to name his second son after him. And ever since, the two men who had once been enemies now had something of a friendship. Severus had attended Potter’s wedding to Ginny Weasley, and occasionally allowed the odd Christmas visit.

After recovering from the near-fatal snake bite he had been inflicted during the battle, Severus had moved into a small house of his own, isolated from the world and with plenty of garden space, just how he liked it. He could grow his ingredients, brew his potions and write his books in peace.

It had been Potter who had suggested Severus publish his improved potion recipes, and Severus soon discovered he enjoyed writing books; it was a lot easier to teach when he couldn’t be interrupted. He could simply write the information, and dunderhead students could do with it as they wished without bothering him.

And so, despite his desire to stay hidden from the world, Severus had become something of a well-known writer, and somehow, even over ten years since his last publication, he still received well wishes on his birthday from fans of his work.

Most of the letters he awarded a cursory glance before being tossed aside. He was in the process of sifting through the letters when a knock came at the door. With a great sigh, Severus lifted himself from his armchair and made his way to the door as slowly as he could, hoping that if he took his time, the visitor would go away.

No such luck. On his doorstep was none other than Potter himself.

Severus sighed. “Yes?”

“Morning, Professor. Happy birthday.”

Over 25 years, and Potter still insisted on calling him Professor. To make up, he claimed, for all the years he spent disrespectfully dismissing his title.

“It was until you arrived. What do you want?”

Potter smiled, apparently blissfully unaware of Severus’ attitude.

“I just wanted to give you your birthday present.” Potter held up a neatly wrapped parcel, which his wife had almost certainly wrapped for him - Potter’s wrapping skills were about as proficient as that of potion-making.

Severus eyed the package suspiciously. Potter always sent his presents by owl, or delivered them along with a Christmas present in December.

“It won’t explode, I promise. Kept it away from George especially.”

With a reluctant sigh, Severus took the present. “Thank you, I suppose,” he grumbled. “Am I expected to invite you in?”

“Only if you want to.”

“Well, I don’t.”

Potter chuckled. “Well, alright then. Happy birthday, Professor.”

He turned and left to apparate away, leaving Severus in peace with a ridiculous box. He shut the door and returned to his well-worn armchair. He groaned when he saw the pile of letters still waiting to be opened.

Still, he supposed he should open Potter’s present. As he unwrapped the layer of paper, he began to realise that the box was cold from more than just the January air - it seemed to be under the effects of a cooling spell.

“What have you done, Potter?” Severus muttered as he waved his wand to open the box and lift out the contents. Frozen in suspended animation to prevent damage, in addition to the cooling spell to prevent melting, was a blancmange.

Severus stared at the dessert for a few moments, taken aback. He realised then that a note was floating alongside it, which read:

Dear Professor Snape,

A little birdie told me this was your favourite. Even after all these years, there’s always more to learn about you.

Stop by for tea soon, won’t you?

- Harry, Ginny, James, Albus and Lily

No, actually, he wasn’t getting emotional. He was irritated, and anyone who tells you otherwise is a liar attempting to sully the name of Severus Snape. He was a grumpy, irritable recluse. He wasn’t friends with Harry Potter, and he certainly wasn’t constantly taken aback by the kindness shown to him by a man who had every right to hate him.

Severus Snape spent his birthdays alone, just as he liked it, and on pain of death he would never swear otherwise.

…Oh, alright.

But don’t tell anyone.

[lia-writes-mostly]

Of bewitched brooms and careening down the Quidditch Stands

“Someone is jinxing his broom!” Hermione yelled in outrage.

They were sitting in a place where both Gryffindor and Slytherin converged.

At the same time, Lee Jordan spoke over the megaphone, “Another dirty trick from the Slytherins, eh? Sabotaging the Gryffindor seeker to claim the game, well that will be a foul up your ars–”

“JORDAN!” McGonagall yelled over his booming voice, in sync to the indignation in the voices of Slytherins as well as the Slytherin Quidditch Team, denying any sort of tampering. Lucian Bole, the Slytherin Team beater, rushed to check on Harry — his sight on the bludger long abandoned — followed by Angelina Johnson, another Gryffindor player.

But before he could come closer, Harry’s broom shot out from below him, and Harry slipped, and—

[peaches-and-tea-please]

I… I did a thing. Publishing my writing used to make me so nervous. Did a little oneshot…. I have a soft spot for severitus fanfic 🥲🙃😅

I made a step today!! :3

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Hooo please more Severitus from you dear 💞🥺 it's so awesome 💞😍❤️

Before I started my own "Sarah Snape" world I was a huge Severitus enthusiast, and the fanfics are still my favorite to read… so I felt the need to make this illustration as a tribute to the old days!

(I'm accepting fanfic recommendations btw)

[nioumin-draw]

I recently draw a new planel pages for @anonhpwriter

A scene from second chance part 2

I already made a planel of the same chapter last time , hope you’ll like the results.

Do you recognize the chapter’s scene ?

I’m tryinto found more idea of Severitus drawing we clearly need it here ! Too bad people don’t do more fanart of This fanfic or Severitus fanfics, there many of them that deserve to be illustratred.

You’ll them found on a list I write 😊

Yay Severitus !!

[mellarkandart]

okay but despite working on a 5th year fic all day, I did finally manage the next 2nd year fic in the Illicit Affairs series just before midnight 🙏 thank you and good night

[squid1442]

I live and breathe Severitus fics, so here is some Severitus fanart :)!!

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To trust such a beautiful fanfic…🥺🥺🥺😭😭

It deserve more art of it and I had a lot of pleasure to offer it some art for this masterpiece

Hello it's me again hope everything is okay on your side

I made some new sketchs of your story To trust

for you 🤗

(next time I'll try to draw some other characters of the story)

TW: blood ( based on chapter 11-12)

I hope you'll like it

Tell me if you want particular scene of your story 👀👀👀💕💕💕

Amazing once again! I'm so excited; these are some of my favorite scenes. If you're looking for more ideas, I'd love to see some illustrations of the visit to Remus' cottage in chapter 48, or anything from chapter 58. I've always envisioned those scenes in a very specific way, and I'm curious to see your take on it. Of course, if you have something else in mind, I'd be just as thrilled to see it. Thank you so, so much, you're making my day!

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Severitus one-shot time!