#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]

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 !!

[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.

[restingquill]

Safe Adults

During Harry’s third year after he’s blown up his aunt and he had been in Daigon for about a week, he decides to take a walk around muggle London, to try and get the “teenage experience” as adults call it. The Dursleys dropped Dudley and his friends off at London a couple times a year with some “pocket money” to have fun. Harry decides to try it out but after a bit of walking around he realises he’s most definitely ended up in some druggie area. He saw people peering at him from alleys and some had grabbed him to ask if he had the “good stuff”. He gets out of the area only to realise someone is definitely following him.

He had heard of this a couple times from some warning commercials on the telly and even Aunt Petunia had warned Dudley before he left for London to watch out for “Pee-doe-files” After hearing of it enough times anyone could understand what they are. Aunt Petunia always told Dudley if he was being followed to find a “Safe Adult” that he knew or a person who looks like they own a bike, because if he couldn’t find someone safe then find someone to scare them away. 

Harry knew he didn’t know anyone in Muggle London, so he started scanning the crowd for a “biker” as Aunt Petunia says. His eyes landed on a person who was wearing a leather jacket with a Skull and Roses stitched into the back. They were wearing those cool joggers with pockets down the sides and some leathery black boots. Harry looked behind him and back at the person trying to make a quick decision. When the “pee-doe-file” started inching closer as the crowd thinned out, Harry made the quick decision.

He ran through the crowd, zigging and zagging through people as quickly as he could. He was sure he heard some cursing him out but he didn’t care. He finally reached the person and ducked around them using the adult as a shield. But in his haste got too close and bumped into them knocking them slightly back.

“Sorry,” Harry whispered, “I need to hide, please help me” He ducked his head out to see the man still pursuing him through the crowd. He snapped his head back behind the person.

“Mr. Potter.” Harry couldn’t help but flinch back. He knew that voice, he hoped he was mistaken and it was just someone who had a voice similar. He looked up at the man, but alas it was him. Professor Snape, his potions professor who seems to hate him for no reason at all. “Why exactly are you using me as a human shield?” Snape’s eyebrow quirked at his inquiry. “Are you and your friends playing hide and seek? I refuse to take part in such a childish game” 

Harry opened his mouth but before Harry even got a chance to speak the assailant tapped Snape on the arm. Snape turned around and shoved Harry a bit to the side. ‘Rude’ Harry thought but turned his attention to the two adults.

“Have you seen a boy?” The assailant croaked, sounding like he smoked a pack a day for the last 20 years. Harry’s nose scrunched at his odor. Snape's face seemed to do the same, whether it was because of the odor or the situation, Harry didn’t know. The assailant continued, “He's about yeay high-” He gestured to his side to try and convey Harry’s height, “Brown hair?” 

Snape looked behind him at Harry and seemed consider giving him over. He clearly made a decision when he snatched Harry's upper arm and pulled him out from behind him. Harry immediately regretted this entire day, clearly nothing goes right for the boy who lived.

“This him?” Snape asked the man and didn’t let go of Harry’s upper arm. Harry clawed at the man's hand drawing the tiniest bit of blood with his nails. When that didn’t work he considered biting the man, that worked with most of his neighbors when he was little.

“Ah yes! Thanks for finding him! You know kids these days can’t stay with their parents for a second!” The man said, reaching for him. But Snape didn’t hand him over, instead he jerked him back behind him. Harry stopped struggling at that point, instead now wondering what the man was doing. 

“Strange,” Snape drawled, “the fact that your son-” He gestured to him, “-seems so intent on running away from you.” Snape’s voice was dripping with sarcasm as he eyed the assailant. “Tell me do you know his name? How about his birthday? As a parent you should know these things, just precaution you know.” 

As Snape kept questioning the man he seemed to grow more mad. The assailant's hands seemed to twitch while raising and lowering, as if he were debating if he could just snatch him and run. 

“Hahaha,” the man chuckled, “You know kids right? Well I have so many, they all just get mixed up in my head! Lemme think.” The man seemed to be trying to think of a convincing name, but was clearly thinking of ways to get to Harry. He looked up and had clearly decided on a name because he announced it. 

“Toby! Come on Toby let's go home! You promised to play monopoly with your Sister, Elanor, tonight!” Harry sneered at the man with hopefully enough vitriol that even Snape would be impressed. Harry was snapped out of his glaring when a hearty laugh came from the man who he was sure could not laugh. Snape composed himself quickly and glared at the man with his eyes but smiled sinisterly with his mouth.

“Well if you're truly going to try and steal my son then you’ll need to try better than that.” Snape said as if it were matter-of-fact. Harry’s head snapped towards the man so fast that he made himself slightly dizzy. Both Harry and the assailant’s faces matched with utter confusion and stunned looks. Before the assailant could say anything Snape grabbed his arm again leading him away saying, “Let's go son”

“Your son? NO, you're clearly lying! Give him to me!” The assailant screeched and leaped at Snape, who pushed Harry away in time so only Snape went down with the force of the man's charge. Snape rolled with the inertia and landed in a pose similar to Spider-Man. The man got up as fast as he fell though. Snape smirked and pushed the man away with enough force to land him on his back, his head hit the concrete hard enough that Harry was sure that he’d have a concussion.

“He may not be my son,” Snape said wiping some blood from his nose, “but he sure as hell isn’t yours fucker.” Had this been not a jarring situation he might have started laughing at the fact that his teacher was cursing at a man. 

Snape grabbed Harry’s lower arm this time and led him down the street and down a couple alleys. Harry was only a third sure that Snape wasn’t going to kill him. Before that spectacle he would have been a hundred percent sure that Snape would have killed him by now. But now, Harry wasn’t sure. 

After a couple more streets and alleys they emerged on a street Harry recognized as the street that the Leaky Cauldron was on. Snape let go of Harry’s arm but kept walking, tucking his now free hands into his jacket's pockets. Harry had to jog to keep up with the man. 

Not even five minutes later they were standing in the Leaky Cauldron. Snape whirled around to face Harry once they were in the back where no one could see them.

“What exactly were you doing in muggle London alone?!” The man hissed and paced back and forth. “Clearly any brain space in that skull of yours is filled with air! I’ve never seen anything so stupid in my life! Even the purebloods know to stay away from that area of town!” Snape stopped in front of him, hand dragging down his face. 

“I’m sorry-” Harry began but didn’t get to finish when Snape interrupted him.

“I would hope you would be! What would have happened had I not been there? You would have been abducted or worse!” Snape snarled getting closer to his face, a similar action that Uncle Vernon would do often.

“I know,” Harry replied, knowing that there was no reasoning with adults that are this angry. He bowed his head so he didn’t have to look at the man who would soon be giving his punishment. 

He knew Dumbledore probably wouldn’t condone whatever punishment he got, but this wasn’t school, this was the real world. Where punishments are harsh and hurt much more than being sore from detention. 

A sigh was heard from the man which made his head snap up in confusion. He eyed the now calm man, who was angry not even a second ago. This was weird, adults never just let go. They have to get their anger out somewhere right? That's why the punishment is correct, because he deserves it and it allows the adult to not be angry anymore. So why was the man calm now?

“Just go up to your room Potter.” He waves his hand in a ‘shoo’ motion. “I will be telling Dumbledore of your excursion. I hope you have learned your lesson and will stay in the safe parts of London.” Snape turned on a heel and started walking off. But before he could walk out the door Harry yelled,

“Professor Snape!” The man turned around with an eyebrow quirked, as if saying ‘what now’? 

“Thank you for saving me!” Harry called out. Snapes face contorted in confusion before shaking his head and calling out as he left, 

“Whatever Brat”

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If you have any cretiques I could use them! I don't write much lol

[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

[mellarkandart]

would you believe me if I told you this

was inspired by this

[dapper-suitor]

With the amount of vampire headcanon I am disappointed at the lack of vampire severitus

So ILL DO IT MYSELF

So without further ado, here is a vampire serverus snape and his human adopted son

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62406055

[archie-mp3]

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.)

[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

[dinarosie]

Well, so much for a 'productive' weekend. Looks like I’m adopting 2,289 Severitus instead. (And yes, where I live, it’s officially the weekend.)

[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

[nioumin-draw]

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)

[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

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Severitus one-shot time!