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We'll heal together: Chapter Seven

Not Strong Enough Boygenius

Sirius Black x Reader / Remus Lupin x Reader (Ambiguous-Past)

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Summary: Remus confiscates the map and sees a name he never thought he'd ever see again/how Remus lost the reader

Cw: Use of {Y/N}, Mean Remus, Jealous/Jerk Sirius, Harry with hurt feelings, mentions of death, mentions of character death, cusses, mild sensual content (please reach out if I missed something}

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If you were asked in school when was the first time you had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting the eldest Black brother, you probably would have told them your first year when you met with James to be sorted into your houses.

The Grand hall was magnificent, it looked as amazing as you had always guessed, with so many faces you had never seen before, and such a warm feeling that came with it. You looked around, eyes following the floating candles that cut down the middle aisle and tried to stop you before you could reach James.

You were bouncing on your heels, holding James’s arm, and swaying. Sirius didn't say anything to you, but he stared. Stared the whole time James introduced you to Peter and Remus, telling you the story of how they met, luggage mixed up after several of the suitcases on the platform had been knocked over.

You and Lily shared a look and amused snickers at that.

When James got to Sirius, you two shared a look but nothing else. There was a tension in the air, as you twisted your lips into a skilled and annoyed pout that James knew very well. Sirius just scoffed and looked away from you, stepping closer to James.

You gave a small huff, it felt like you were watching a dog lay claim on their favorite human. You grabbed James’ arm tighter and Sirius in turn wrapped his arm around his shoulder. You glared at Sirius while James stood there with a confused but content look.

“James Potter.” Professor McGonagall called to the front, and he wiggled himself out of your grasp, You and Sirius still remained tense. You looked up at James with a hopeful smile, and your jaw dropped as the hat announced ‘Gryffindor!’ and the kids adorn in red cheered.

You also cheered. Then when Lily was called, you gave her a thumbs up as she glanced at you. With your reassurance, she walked forward, nose upward and full of confidence. The hat hardly touched her head before it boomed out the same house. You lit up as Lily looked over to Snape. The boy slowly nodded, as she hurried off to the red table.

“Severus Snape!” She called forward and the boy climbed the steps. He sat down and his face twisted with determination, before the hat gave a scoff. “You can't just ask for a house, boy! There is more to it than that!”

Snape's face fell but his eyes remained closed.

“Slytherin!” The house called and you gave a worried look at how distressed that seemed to make him. You heard a pompous laugh beside you, turning to look at the gray eyes of Sirius Black.

“Don't be cruel.” You hissed at him and he simply stuck his tongue out at you. You gave a gasp and before you could retaliate, the assistant headmistress called you forward.

At the sound of your last name, a few students looked at you wide eyed. Ignoring the attention had become a useful skill you picked up on when you were younger. You walked up and sat on the stool. Closing your eyes tight, you listened. Praying for Gryffindor. The hat gave the best impression of rolling his eyes. “Hm.. A {L/N}, you have some legacy here. Brave, wise for such a young child. Loyal and ambitious.. Oh, very ambitious.” He muttered and you twisted your face. “You, small child, are an interesting one. Mind is nothing like your father’s years ago..”

You slowly peaked your eyes open, looking over at the red table and smiling as James and Lily met your gaze. By chance, you glanced over at the Slytherin table, eyes locking on Snape who seemed so awkward and out of place, People talking to him and he didn't respond, staring at Lily. You frowned and the hat seemed to notice something in you shift, before the rim curled and he bellowed. “Slytherin!”

Your face fell and your jaw unclenched in shock. Standing up you walked over to the Slytherin table, ignoring people as they tried to call out to you sitting by Snape. He snapped his head up as if he was about to snap at you, before he paused. You both held a look at each other before he huffed and laid his head on the desk. You were content with the silence.

You always told everyone that was the day you were cursed with the parasitic knowledge of Sirius Black. For the trained eye, however, like Lily Evan’s, you two clearly knew each other before that.

“So.” Lily mused as she laid in your bed, facing the canopy above her, and legs curled up. One thing you loved about being Prefects, was your dorms were not but a few yards away from each other. All it took was a silencing charm and James’s cloak to get you and the girls together.

Mary was on the floor facing your mirror, using the back end of your comb to line up her eyeliner while Marlene, her usual make up partner, was distracted.

Dorcus, your fellow Slytherin Prefect, was sitting on your bed by Lily, looking down at Marlene who was laying her head on her lap and biting her lip. Trying to flirt with the usually stoic girl. You raised your eyebrows in surprise when Dorcas actually smiled back. James is going to owe you so much money.

“So?” You asked, sitting on your desk and reordering your record collection Lily had slowly smuggled in for you over the years. As it was Lily’s gifts, it mostly consisted of ABBA and Queen, but all songs you adored.

“Well, I’ve been meaning to ask you, when did you meet Sirius?” Lily asked and your face twisted up in confusion. “What?”

“Don't ‘what’ me, there is clearly history there even before you met in the first year. There is so much hate in that boy's heart for you it's unrivaled. I sometimes wonder if James is the only thing keeping you away from meeting the other end of his wand.”

You gave a bitter laugh and rolled your eyes. “As a training Auror,” The girls collectively groaned and you giggled. “I could totally land him on his arse, thank you very much.”

“You're deflecting.” Mary sang from her seat on the floor and closed her makeup, turning to face you four. You bit your cheek as Marlene snickered. “And clearly there is something going on in that pretty head of yours.”

“I have to agree.” Dorcas called over and turned to face you, hands still on Marlene’s face. The glossy almost transparent lipstick stains all over Marlene’s face did NOT go unnoticed by you. You contemplated honesty, biting your cheek before you groaned.

“It's.. It's stupid, really. I know why he hates me, and it's not complete rubbish.” You sighed and set one of the records on to play with a wave of your wand. “He is just a child. Still thinks he's the only one suffering regardless of the situation. Narcissistic and cruel.”

The room was quiet for a moment before Lily gestured you over to your satin green sheets. You sat down and turned to look at her, as she squashed your cheeks together and Mary, feeling left out, hurried over to practically shove you across the bed. You guys fell down, head to head, looking up at the ceiling, and with another glance at Lily you caved. “Well, I may have met him one other time.”

“Where?” Mary prodded as she shifted to her stomach.

“At our engagement party?” You winced out as you cautiously looked at the girls who were all giving you serious looks of appalled shock.

“You're what!?” Lily finally shouted.

~~~

You couldn't have been more than five, maybe six, when you were told by your father that you were engaged. You were sitting in your room, having just finished your cleaning and making sure there were no blemishes to be seen. Your father and mother came in for their nightly overlook.

You stood in the center of the room, head held up, back straight, and your nose turned so you looked like a presentable young lady. Your hands clasped behind your back as your father walked around you and ran his finger along one of the tops of your bookshelf.

“We are going to the Blacks tomorrow, do you understand?” Your mother’s piercing bird-like voice filled the quiet dark room. “The house elf will dress you, but after your next birthday we expect you to be able to do it yourself. Understand?”

“Yes mother.” You mumbled. You hated the Blacks’, Mrs. Black was always so.. cruel. You couldn't imagine her home would be much better.

“What is the occasion, mother?” You asked in a faint voice.

Your father went to stand by her and began to lead her out. “Your engagement to Sirius Black, her oldest son.”

You had to fight to keep your expression even. Oh.

“You will be on your best behavior, understand?”

“Yes sir.”

As promised, mid afternoon next day, you were dressed in a complicated black dress, with frills and feathers to match the Black’s matriarch. You stood at the door, hands in front of you as you presented your full self, as your father always said. You had to fight back the tears as the door opened and it revealed a rather cruel looking house elf.

“{L/N}s, we welcome you to the noble house of Black.” He drew in a slimy way. You pouted and followed him in, your parents following close behind. Your father took off his coat as Kreacher took off your mothers, then yours.

The first thing you noticed when you entered the house was the smell. It was awful. It was a burning rotten stench, like when your father would come back from his meetings with the dark lord. You would speak more on it if you knew more than the hushed whispers between him and your mother. Everything around you was so dreary, so depressing. All black and dark colors, it made you feel smaller,

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts, you didn't notice as the Black family made themselves visible at the entrance of a rather large ballroom.

“Mr. and Mrs. {L/N}, how lovely to see you.” Mrs. Black called out to the three of you dripping in fake honey. Looking at your parents, your mother nudges you with her plastic smile, moving you both forward. “Mrs. Black, lovely to see you again.”

Their little interaction fell on deaf ears as you looked at the boys across from you. The taller one, who you assumed to be Sirius, was standing in front of a shorter boy, Regulus. The younger black was clinging to his brothers tailcoat and half behind him

Sirius was glaring at you, as much as a seven year old could glare. The look made you slowly lower your gaze down to your feet. What have you done? Only two minutes in and your future husband already seemed to hate your guts.

You winced as your father gave you a firm pat to the back of your head when he noticed your head down. You quickly raised it and looked towards the boys. Slowly, you offered your hand. “{Y-Y/N} {L/N}. It's a pleasure to meet you. You waited for Sirius to offer his hand in return, but it never happened,

Your father sent Walaburga a look, and she twisted her lip and smacked Sirius rather hard, and the boy hissed out in pain, rubbing the spot before he took and shook your hand.

That night was spent mostly clinging to your mothers leg as Sirius avoided you. Getting congratulations and proud looks from people you didn't know, and frankly, didn't want to know. Even Beatrix, Narcissa, and Andromeda Black came to congratulate you. Though, the eldest, Andromeda seemed more sympathetic than actually happy for you. The other two didn't have a truly readable look, but Narcissa kept her eye on you for the rest of the party.

When it was time to go, you were at the door waiting for a proper farewell from Sirius, but even at his mothers insistence, he refused to meet your eyes. You didn't really want this to work, you didn't want to marry someone as mean as Sirius. All you could think was that you wanted to see James and hide away at the Potters. They were the only truly comforting family you knew.

“He just kind of.. Hated me ever since. As a kid, I think I can see it. He has associated me with his family since that night. I don't know much about them, but I could make a few guesses.” You rattled on and sniffed, you didn't even notice you began to cry until Lily ran her thumbs across your cheeks. You puffed up your bottom lip and Lily gave a faint laugh at that.

“Why didn't you tell me?” She whispered and you shrugged, moving to sit up. “I don't plan to marry him, you know that. I just have to push it, avoid it until my seventeenth birthday and I have left Hogwarts.” You declared, self assured.

“I will have access to my vault then, and when I move it to my own account I can go back to the Ministry as an Auror, my own person.” You sat up straight as your eyes landed on one of the many books you had read about your hero, Alastor Moody. You scrambled to your feet, past the girls and their sympathetic looks. “I learned not to hold onto it. Sirius will thank me eventually.”

You pulled out a book and flipped a few pages, down to the ‘dedicated to’ page that had Moody’s signature. The only gift your father ever gave you that wasn't about his preset image of your future. The one thing he ever gifted you that showed you he knew who you were. Even if he seemed to hate it.

Dorcas and Marlene shared a look before Mary laid down flat against the bed with a huff. “I never figured Sirius for that kind of person.” She mumbled into a pillow.

“Really?” You, Lily, Marlene and Dorcas asked in shock, making you guys sputter out a laugh. Easily diffusing the tension of the room.

~~~

It had been a few days now, of you sneaking away from the Weasleys to go and watch Harry simply… live. It was the best feeling, watching him exist in the walls you once called home. It was nostalgic, gave you a bit of pride to watch him make choices you knew James never would, and acted with so much of his mothers patience and bleeding heart.

His friends, Merlin his friends, that Hermione girl behaved so much like Lily you caught yourself doing doubletakes whenever she would say something that sounded a bit too much like the red head. Ron, he was like a balancing act, shy like Peter, but his personality reminded you of his uncles. Particularly like Fabian.

You were quite fond of them, following them around almost everywhere you could. Eventually you cut the visits to every other day, you needed rest at some point. So, here you were, following after Harry with his two friends, listening to their complaints about a rat of some kind. The simple reminder of the animal had you huffing.

Apparently, you were a bit too loud. Harry, who was behind his friends, turned his head to look into the forest. He spotted you again, and you simply stared. This time, he smiled at you, and you gave a happy shrill. Your entire body wiggling, from your nose to the tip of your tail. He gave a laugh, and mumbled. “Hello again.”

“What was that?” Ron shouted from down the trail, and Harry only looked away for a moment, but when he looked back, you were gone. He frowned a bit before he hurried down the trail to catch up with his friends.

You followed them all the way down to the river, your ears rotating around as you watched them meet with Hagrid. You tilted your head, curious about the impromptu meeting. You remembered Hagrid vaguely, he was a charming man, but you didn’t have much time to spend with teachers casually. Like… well, a normal student. Hagrid was probably the only exception to this in your eyes. You admired the guy, but he was basically an overgrown child. Didn’t make him any less appealing.

You slipped past a few sticks and twigs to keep your volume to a minimum. That was, until you heard a few snaps behind you. You quickly turned to hide under a bush. You had run into too many wolves and other creatures who were looking to make a meal of you to take any chance.

Your thoughts were derailed when you saw it, however. A muggle dog, larger than average, black and matted, he looked like a stray riddled with mange. You lowered yourself closer to the earth, but then, something clicked. No… truly? That silky fur you knew from his constant pampering, his full coat and frame had been whittled away to nothing, but you knew him. You knew that mutt anywhere.

You took the chance. You ran from cover and bit down on his tail. He gave a yelp and whipped around with a snarl. You held his eyes, it felt like he was moments away from pouncing. You took a shaky breath before you turned sharply and dashed off deeper into the forest. It wasn't long before you heard his heavy footsteps behind you. You ran for a while, until you were positive no one else could see you. You jumped down into a miniature cliff that was once a rushing river that had run dry. The second you jumped down, you transformed back. You raised your wand to the dog before you.

Sirius, those eyes, they were his. He stared at you, and you returned the blank sentiment. He slowly shifted back and you saw him in all his tortured beauty.

He didn't look much better than he did as a dog. Hair patchy, you assumed from neglect, He did always have a hair pulling problem when you were younger, you couldn't imagine what that did for him in Azkaban. “{Y/N}...”

Your name sounded broken coming from his lips like that. He walked closer and you stepped back, He didn't relent, walking you straight against the dirt walls that encased you. He only stopped when your wand hit his chest. He looked from your wand, looking up your arm, and to your face. He gave an almost crazed smile. “Scared of me, pretty girl?”

His voice was haunting. It put a weight down your throat, even in this state he had an effect on you that you could never understand. Your hand began to shake, and he took your wrist, lowering it and stepping forward. His dirty hands took your head so gently. You both stared into eachothers eyes and he gave a crazed and desperate laugh. His grip on your cheeks growing harsher. The dirt that was on his palms and under his fingers stained your skin, “Sirius-”

“Again.”

“What?”

“My name, say it again.”

You stared at him. His voice was so strangled, likely from under use. He wet his lips and you took a shuttered breath.

“Sirius.”

He let out a sound that you were sure only a dog could make. Grinding his teeth, he dug his nails into your cheek and jaw as he forced you to look completely up. Into his eyes. “Where have you been, vixen?”

You raised your hand to grab his wrist in warning, but the crazed man seemed to have come to terms with it. “I have.. Quite the tale for you, Sirius.” You breathed, and he slowly nodded, Hands lowering to your sides and you bit your bottom lip. Looking away from him. Giving him the chance to lean into your ear to speak. “Better make it quick, Vix.”

You almost forgot how to breathe. Struggling to hang onto your anger. This man had gone after Peter alone, told no one, not even thinking about how he was abandoning your godson in the process. Your mind was suddenly fogging once more when his thumbs pushed hard against your waist and his nose found its way to your neck.

You pushed him back just a few inches, turning to face him again, “Let me start from the beginning.”

~~ Harry’s POV~~

He saw the name, he knows he did. Peter Pettigrew. He knew something was off, walking down the hall alone. The steps were getting closer, but the name tag had disappeared. He ran his thumb over the sheet as he stood still in the hall. There was a tense moment, where he was sure Peter was getting closer. He flinched at his own reflection.

He was going mad, looking at this old parchment. Surely, it was mistaken. He had gone on a wild goose chase this whole time. Oh great, now Snape is coming? “Mischief Managed, Nox”

As if he was just waiting for him to hide, a blinding light took over his peripherals.

“Potter.” Snape drawls, his lips curled up in a permanent scowl. “And what are you doing, wandering the corridors at night?”

“Uhm,” Harry stated and began to look around for any excuse he could muster. “Uh, sleep walking?”

He cursed himself as it came out as more of a question than a statement.

Snape scoffed. “You are so extraordinarily like your father, strutting around the castle.”

“My father didn't strut.” Harry snapped back and Snape narrowed his eyes at him. “And nor do I. Now, if you would be so kind as to lower your wand from my face.”

Snape lowered his wand and rolled his wrist. “Turn out your pockets.”

Harry sighed and pulled out the parchments and his wand. “Open it, now.”

He thumbed over the paper and unfolded the map. Snape lowered his wand to utter an incantation, before gesturing to the words. “Read it.”

“...” Harry sighed and lifted the page to his face. “Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Vulpes, Padfoot and Prongs offer their compliments to Professor Snape and..”

“Go on.” Snape insisted and Harry glanced up at him before sighing and looking back down.

“And request that he keeps his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.” Harry remarked as he snapped his eyes up to Snapes, looking him dead in his dark pupils.

“Why you insolent little-”

“Professor?” Lupin called down the hall, turning the nearest corner and narrowing in on the two.

Snape turned sharply and slowly smirked at the fellow professor. “Ah, Lupin. Taking a stroll out in the moonlight are we?”

Lupin resisted the urge to scoff, and looked around him. “Harry? Are you alright?” He called over in a gentle tone. Harry nodded but Snape snapped his hand forward and snatched the parchment from him before he could stop him.

“That remains to be seen. I have just now confiscated a rather curious artifact.” Snape remarked as he looked it over. Lupin felt his heart fall to his feet. He hadn't seen that map since Finch confiscated it, Lupin quickly recovered,as Snape handed it over.

“I believe this is your area of expertise.”

Lupin looked it over with a firm sigh, threw his nose, rolling his tongue to try and stifle a laugh at the words. “Looks to be a parchment designed to insult whoever reads it. Likely a Zonkos product. Severus, but.” He lifted the paper higher as Snape tried to grab it back. “I will look it over. As you said, it is my area of expertise. Now!”

Lupin turned on his heels and gestured to his side. “Harry, a word of you'd please?”

Harry nodded and quickly passed Snape, head down as if in shame.

Once they made it to the classroom, Harry followed Lupin to his desk. The professor was clearly upset, so Harry stayed quiet. He spoke calmly, but his tone was anything but, like he was holding himself back from rage he didn't recognize.

“Now I haven't the faintest idea how this map came to be in your possession, I would say I am shocked you didn't hand it in, if I didn't see James doing the same thing. I am, however, incredibly disappointed in this behavior. Did you stop to think of it? For a moment?” Lupin raised his voice steadily before he took a pause and a deep breath, turning to face Harry fully. “That if Sirius Black got his hands on this map, that this would lead straight to you?”

Harry’s eyebrows raised. It wasn't that he was unused to people's rage being directed at him, or their disappointment for that matter. But something about it being Remus looking at him like that, it broke a bit of his heart. He was just so used to Lupin’s warmth. “... No.” He admitted.

“No. Of course not.” Lupin hissed. “I understand the thrill of it all, I was a student in these halls once too, but it is time to stop looking at this like a game. You are in danger Harry. Danger that your father and your mother lost their lives trying to keep you from. Danger that the people dearest to me were killed and maimed to protect you from! And wondering about the castle with a killer on the loose seems to be a pretty poor way to repay them.”

The professor waved the paper around like it had done some horrible offense. He tossed it on his desk with a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I don't mean-” Harry tried to explain and Remus didn't want to hear it, raising his hand to tell him to be quiet.

“Didn't mean what? To sneak out? Endanger yourself and in turn, this school?”

“I didn't think it was-” He began in bewilderment and Lupin simply raised his voice.

“Do you know how many people were affected by this war? How many people were on the front lines to ensure your safety?”

“No..”

“Fabian Prewett, do you know that name?” Lupin walked up to a letter that rested on his desk. He flicked it open. Harry frowned, hard.

“No-”

“Molly Weasley’s older brother, dead. Do you know Gideon Prewett?”

“No, I-”

“Fabian's twin brother, he was splinched and lost his left arm, moved to America. Marlene McKinnon?” He prodded. Harry looked down at his shoes. “Dead, death eaters killed her entire family. Dorcus Meadows? Voldemort killed her himself after she snapped and went rogue, looking to avenge Marlene. Mary McDonnell?”

“No-”

“She was killed in her safe house days after your parents death. {Y/N} {L/N}?” His voice cracked at the name.

“Yes, that name I-”

“You don't have a clue about that woman! About your Godmother, because she was killed. Killed trying to protect you and saving lives. All of these people put themselves on the line. Not just for your parents, but for you. For the concept of what we believed was our family. Peter Pettigrew faced Sirius Black for you! And to you that means nothing but for a boy like Peter that meant the world.”

There was a thick and tense silence.”Do you know what that means? Family means we look after eachother. In order to do that, you have to look after yourself first.” He tutted as Harry sniffed and looked away. He hated to be this intense about it, but Harry needed to wake up at some point.

“I will not cover up for you again, Harry. Do you understand me?”

“Yes sir.” He whispered low and Remus huffed. “Go to your dormitory.”

Harry had never run quicker from Remus, before he paused and cleared his throat. “Professor?”

Lupin gave a deep sigh and slowly turned to look up at Harry. “Yes?”

“I think it may be broken. It's uhm.. It’s been showing me Peter Pettigrew.” He spoke carefully and Remus narrowed his eyes. Harry gave an awkward nod, muttering a good night before running off.

Remus was left alone with his thoughts, eyes wandering up to the window behind his desk. He thinned his lips as he let his mind wander next. Those names, Maybe it was the date that led him to be so hard, even close to the full moons he had learned to manage his temper for the most part. The date was getting closer and closer to when he made one of the stupidest mistakes he has made in his life.

~~~

The spring formal, in lue of the triwizard tournament in the winter. He remembered when Lily suggested it to the other prefects then to the professors. They hadn’t held the tournament in years, and the kids were close to their last years at Hogwarts.

He thought it was a cute idea at first, having been one of the many students Lily had referenced to get the whole thing reviewed by the professors. Then, he started getting those bloody questions. It started when you were all sitting together in the library, the boys, you, Lily, and Mary.

You were talking Mary threw the process of making liquid luck, when a hufflepuff boy walked up to the table. He cleared his throat and looked at you in a way that made Remus want to pull you closer. His lip twitched and the boy didn't even seem to see him there. You two always sat together, no matter where it was.

You sat up straighter and your knee pulled from his, he almost whined at the loss of your warmth. Merlin, he was a mess.

“{Y/N} {L/N}?” He called over to you and you looked up at him with your beautiful eyes. He saw the boy take a nervous breath and you sat there so patiently, eyes fluttering. “I was wondering, if you had a date yet? To the Formal, I mean.”

Your mouth shaped an ‘o’ and you gave him the sweetest look you could, avoiding pity or sympathy. “Sorry hun, you're very cute, but I am actually waiting on someone.” You remarked, Remus glanced at you to see you were already looking at him with this cheeky look. Didn't know if his blood was rushing to his face or leaving it, but he suddenly felt dizzy. You gave a giggle at his look before you turned back to Mary and got back to helping her. The curly haired girl was staring at you with a slack jaw. “Did you really just say that?” She whispered to you before Lily spoke up next. “Did you really just do that?”

He turned to face the boys and they were staring at him with wide and cheeky looks, all but Sirius who seemed annoyed by the whole thing.

“Well, he knows what I want.” You remarked and he just about fainted on the spot.

You damned Vixen.

That's how he got here, sitting in his dorm room with the boys, as they interrogated him.

“You're not going to ask her? The girl you've been mooning over for years says she wants you infront of everyone and you're not going to ask her?” James sounded like Remus had personally offended him.

“First of all, I resent that. Second, it's only been a year.” Remus muttered the last part, remembering the day he fell for you fondly. Waking up to your warmth after one of the worst nights of his life. You had found out about his condition months ago, he had been avoiding you. You always had a playful and flirty friendship. But when he woke up to you in the chair beside him, sound asleep. He thought he could see that for the rest of his life, and he fell even harder when you let out the most embarrassingly loud snore.

“You flirt with her all the time! What’s so unappealing about doing that for an entire night?” Peter, ever bold when it came to you challenged and Remus sighed.

“When the full moon is close, she can't possibly think I'm serious, and! it's hard to think the same of her when she flirts with Lily and Marlene all the same.”

“She does what now-” James sat up straight like a rocket and that made Sirius cackle.

“It's easier when it's not serious. But, a spring formal? That's like.. asking her to be my girlfriend!” Remus declared in offense and Sirius scoffed, looking over his book as Remus struggled.

“Do you not want that?” James asked and Sirius chuckled. “Must have realized how vile she truly is.”

“Watch it Sirius.” Remus huffed before he looked back at James and Peter. “Of bloody course I want that. I just can't have it.”

James gave him a confused look before he groaned. “This shit again-”

“I will ruin her life! She'll be an Auror the second we cross that lake after graduation! Then what will people think? It won't be cute anymore. A werewolf husband can't keep a job, and I can never have kids. That's the one thing she wants the most. A family.” He mumbled and James sighed. Sirius winced and sunk into his bed a bit more as Remus spoke about his betrothed without knowing it.

He was going to tell them, but you had never made it known if you wanted him to share it or not. Not that you willingly interacted with him after how he treated him. Then you started this fling with Reamus. He figured at first it was to make him jealous, and it worked. Though, the way you looked at him was chilling. He quickly realized he had gone too far, but there wasn't much he could do now. So he stayed quiet.

“Do you think maybe you would be enough for her?” Peter offered and James nodded along.

“I think knowing she settled for me would be worse.”

Remus Lupin, despite his best efforts to prove otherwise, was not stupid. He saw the way you looked at him, the tone you took with him and no one else. You were wild. fun, but responsible and respectful. You were the coolest witch he ever met, and when he first said that out loud Lily gushed like a schoolgirl. Well, as a school girl. He knew that the remark in the Library was true,

He wanted to know what loving you meant. The feel of your hand in his. He wanted to know what it was like being your number one, you already had a way of making people seem special, but to be special to you was something he wanted all to himself. He wanted you all to himself.

He couldn't have that, he couldn't do that to you. To anyone. So, he made a choice that would haunt him for the rest of his life. He would let you go, and let you down easily. Before it got too real.

Remus shoved away the memory as he sighed, pulling open the map and looking it over. “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.” He whispered to it, looking it over with a frown. He curled back the pages, looking over the forest and the names around. It was oddly stimulating, watching the prefects doing their rounds and the occasional professor here and there.

His eyes wandered all over the map, looking to see if Harry was being truthful about it having Peter’s name. He didn't see it, but his nearly dropped the map when he saw his name. Sirius Black.

And he wasn't alone.

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ashdreams2023 · 1 year ago

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Hello! Can u do one where Snape and student reader has a platonic bantering relationship? Like Snape favors them a lot and students and teachers clearly notices but Snape and Student likes to go back and forth with petty insults. Kinda like making the other students and professors confused if Snape actually favors them or not. But when someone insults the other they would passionately defend them. Something along the lines of "only I can insult Snape/Student" It can be like Snape is complaining abt Student to McGonagall then suddenly McGonagall agrees and adds her complaints making Severus defend student suddenly. Or when Student is complaining to her friends abt how awful Snape is but when her friends insult him she also defends him. HAHAHAHA i don't know if it makes sense so I understand if u can't make it lol.

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Platonic severus snape x reader

Severus didn’t like when students disrespected him, just because he’s young didn’t mean he wasn’t worthy out it.

That’s one of many reasons he’s so strict, students just learn to stay out of his way like that but then again there we’re always the ones who just didn’t get the hint.

And one of them was you.

Honestly you were bound to be trouble the second you opened your mouth in his classroom, left him gritting his teeth and furiously angry at the house you were from.

You were blunt, annoying and hotheaded.

"But Professor just one last chance! You need too you know this was not my best performance!"

"Sounds like a you problem."

It would be like that then after some more nagging he would give in because you we’re starting to give him a headache and he couldn’t give you detention for asking for help.

At one point he just gave up with your tactics all together and what made it worse was that you kept your promises, you did your work, participated in class, and regardless of the back talk and half assed comments at each other you were not, dare he say…insufferable but just more tolerable than most.

Although minerva likes to say you’re his favorite but he denies it every time, he doesn’t have favorites and he merely tolerates you.

"Severus due give this to young miss [——] when you go to the great hall"

"Do I look like an owl Minerva?" He said irritated.

The older professor gave him a look before he groaned and took the textbook and went on his way to the great hall where students were starting to gather in for lunch.

The great hall was buzzing with chatter, students were too busy to notice him enter and he liked it that way, he looked around then landed his eyes on you sitting on the gryffindor table to his pleasure, chatting with potter and granger.

He approached you slowly but stopped when he heard potter mentioning him.

"I swear I can’t do it anymore! If I get another troll on my next assignment I’m gonna try convincing Dumbledore that it’s not necessary in the curriculum"

"Don’t be dramatic, potions just need some focusing and if you tried not picking fight with snape things would be easier, I know he’s an ass but come on" you replied.

Hermione cleared her throat "it’s Professor Dumbledore Harry and professor snape to you!" She pointed at you but you just shrugged "moral of the story she’s right Harry you just need to focus, try to pay attention in class instead of neglecting your grades just to spite professor snape"

Harry crossed his arms "easy for her to say, she’s his favorite, it’s honestly starting to piss me off! He’s a git who only cares about his own house and I hope he does get that dark arts position at least then he would leave hogwarts one way or another!"

Harry regretted his words the second they left his mouth, the look you gave him was a mix of shock and angry.

"What is wrong with you?! I know he’s a git, he’s unfair and sometimes plain unreasonable when he feels like it but wishing death on him just because you dislike him!"

"[——] calm down Harry didn’t mean it like that!"

"That’s not-"

"That’s exactly what you meant Harry! He’s mean but he’s not a monster" you said all of that while not realizing snape was standing right there, watching and observing the whole thing.

It made his chest a tad tight, he hated the feeling but the look of absolute shame on Harry’s face made him satisfied.

Maybe he does have favorites.

"Snape? What are you doing with my textbook!" You said finally noticing him standing there with you transfigurations textbook. He scoffed and handed you the textbook.

"You brats would lose your head if it they weren’t attached to your body"

You frowned and took your textbook from him.

"I remember important stuff…like washing my hair" you smirked

Snape glared at you, screw what he just thought, you were still annoying.

#imagine #severus x y/n #severus snape #pro severus #severus x reader #platonic severus snape x reader #severus snape x reader #snapedom #snape fandom #severussnape #severus snape headcanon #severus snape x you #severus #severus snape fanfiction #snape

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snail-pot · 5 months ago

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So. I don't know bout you guys, but I get excited when I reach these "bookmark milestones" (ex. I've bookmarked 200 fics, I've bookmarked 300 fics, etc etc). ANYWAY, I was thinking, to celebrate my 400th bookmark, why not make a list of Harry Potter fics I've bookmarked throughout my time on Ao3?

Gen: [AKA General Relationships, Little to No Romance]

"riding up the wrong path" by ashen_key [Lily Luna Potter, Character Study, Oneshot]

When Lily is eighteen, she cuts her hair and joins the army. The British Army. The British Muggle Army. Despite what the gossip papers say, she leaves her wand at home. She's not a complete idiot. – – Oh, right. Maybe take a few steps back.

"The Statute of Secrecy" by Shairanna [Muggle POV, Muggles, Crack Treated Seriously, Oneshot]

They were, of course, just Muggles, and as such had no idea that magic was real, and that wizards and witches lived hidden among them. Or so the witches and wizards thought.

"The Time That Wood Didn't Play" by HPfanatic12 [Oliver Wood, Percy Weasley, Humor, Oneshot]

Due to an injury, Oliver has to stay off the field for a bit and Lee Jordan offers him the opportunity to be the quidditch commentator. Professor McGonagall allows it Only to discover that Wood is much worse than Jordan ever was

"In Which Lucy Despises Sundays" by HPfanatic12 [Lucy Weasley, Percy Weasley, Next Gen, Family Issues]

Lucy didn't like Sundays all that much And it all has to do with how people treat her dad

"Home Alone: The Battle of Hogwarts" by Kosaji [Crossover, Kevin McCallister, Crack Treated Seriously, Multi-chapter, Completed]

Based off this prompt from writing-prompt.tumblr.com: Harry, Hermione, and Ron are killed interrupted early in their search for Horcruxes. Voldemort orders a full invasion of Hogwarts to find the remaining ones. In a panic, Hogwarts is evacuated. One student slept through the evacuation order: 4th year American transfer student Kevin McCallister.

"'Hope' is a Thing With Feathers" by PeachyKeener [Percy Weasley, Weasley Family, Family Issues, No Bashing, Oneshot]

A coward in the eyes of his family he may be but if he had the chance to save even one life he would take it. What Percy Weasley did during the war, in brief moments, and the reconciliation of his family.

"Ron Weasley, Dad of the Gryffindor Tower" by likes_koolaid [Ron Weasley, Gryffindor Boys, Fatherly Advice, Oneshot]

5 times Ron acted like a dad. Aka 5 times the boys in the dorm (minus Ron) didn't have fathers

"Consanguinity" by StygiasCanes [Percy Weasley, Weasley Family, Angst, Content Warning: Sexual Assault, Multi-chapter, Ongoing]

The Second Wizarding War ends, but Percy is nowhere to be found. Six months later, a traumatized Percy is rescued from a Death Eater hideout. How do the Weasleys put their family back together when Percy never had the chance to redeem himself at the final battle, and will they be able to help Percy recover?

"You're Not Supposed to be Here?" by pretty_scary_vampire [Muggle Shenanigans, Crack Treated Seriously]

Muggles can't see Hogwarts in all its glory. Instead, they see smoking, crumbling ruins that they avoid at all costs in fear of being crushed to death. What happens when a young woman decides that she's going to explore Hogwarts? Chaos, an annoyed Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall being ignored, and never ending giggling, that's what.

Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood: [Romance]

"Oliver's Obsession" by orphan_account [Teen]

The Gryffindor Quidditch team is fed up with Oliver constantly pestering them. They decide to do something about it.

"Still think he's the weakest" by Hhhhhheeeeeelloo1 [Not Rated]

Based on that b99 scene where Jake jumps into Terry’s arms when he was holding coffee. You know the one. But with Percy and Oliver.

"Strip poker (and other dangers" by SquaresAreNotCircles [Teen]

“Strip poker?” Oliver offered with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, just as the compartment door slid open. “Er,” Percy said. Or: Oliver and his best friend are bored, Percy has incredible timing and everybody keeps their clothes on.

"The Hottest Weasley" by orphan_account [Teen]

A notice appears in the Gryffindor common room, asking a very important question: Who Is The Hottest Weasley?

"Preparing" by orphan_account [Teen]

The Gryffindor quidditch team prepare their captain for one of the most important events of his life.

"It's the truth" by SquaresAreNotCircles [Teen]

Fred and George refuse to believe Percy has a girlfriend. Oliver seems to know more. It's all very mysterious, until it isn't.

"good old-fashioned loverboy" by aeoneskova [Teen]

Due to a slight mix-up in calculations, Percy Weasley ends up sharing his dorm with only one other person. Unfortunately, that person just so happens to be the complete opposite of Percy himself. In order to avoid the inevitability of strangling Oliver Wood by seventh year, Percy moves their beds to opposite sides of the dorm. However, over their years at school, circumstances gradually bring them closer together. or; Percy Weasley being irritated for 7 years straight. Ironically, it’s very gay.

"In Which Fred and George Weasley Go Through the 5 Stages of Grief Because their Brother is Dating Their Quidditch Captain" by apollospec [Teen]

[NO SUMMARY AVAILABLE]

"At least he has great abs" by Irisen [Teen]

There's nothing quite like waking up to your mother texting you a picture of your soulmate's abs.

"Burn Across the Sky" by MoonytheMarauder1 (beforethemoon) [Teen]

Suddenly, Oliver stopped speaking. His brown eyes had locked onto something on the other end of the Quidditch Pitch, and a grin overtook his features—completely unlike the serious scowl that had been sitting there before. Wide-eyed with shock, the Gryffindor Quidditch team turned as one to find the source of Oliver's distraction. The only thing that could have caused it, however, was the person walking briskly past the stands, a stack of books in his arms and a worn Gryffindor scarf wrapped snugly around his neck: Percy Weasley. Harry turned around just in time to watch Fred, George, and Ron's jaws drop as one. The three Weasleys glanced from their captain to their brother, then back again. Fred was the first to speak. "You're shitting me," he breathed. o.o.o Or, When Oliver Wood stops talking about Quidditch to stare at Percy Weasley, Ron, Fred, and George know something is up.

"The Exploding Charm" by perilouspursuits [Teen]

It's funny the things that come back to hurt and help you. In the end Percy chooses a side and it doesn't take long for him to know he's chosen right.

Seamus Finnigan/Dean Thomas: [ROMANCE]

"It's Tough to Have a Crush" by obliviateme [Teen]

Dean Thomas has had a crush on Seamus Finnigan since second year. Four years later, Seamus kisses him on the way back from a Hogsmeade trip. A week after that, they still haven't spoken about it. Dean struggles to bring up his feelings, and he's not sure if Seamus will let him down about this.

"The Perfect Vows" by KillianJones32 [Gen]

“You’re okay with writing our own vows right?” Dean had asked him over three months ago. Dean had looked at him with those big brown eyes and wide grin and really how was Seamus supposed to say no? But now the time had actually come to writing those vows and Seamus was struggling, quite a bit actually.

"Painting Seamus" by KillianJones32 [Teen]

Dean is an artist who hasn’t submitted anything for his portfolio in weeks and he ends up doing a painting of his roommate Seamus who he's had a crush on for over a year.

"Breakfast in Company" by Anemone_nemerosa [Teen]

Prompt: I run a bed & breakfast and you showed up for your reservation alone. Do you understand what the purpose of a b&b is? It's a bright and sunny day mid-October when Dean meets the most peculiar person to ever enter his life.

"Doodles" by fandomgalore [Gen]

Dean likes to doodle to keep his hands occupied. Over the years, his doodling subject range narrows down to one.

"(Star)Gazing at You" by Three Guesses (Thr3eGuess3s) [Gen]

It's Christmas and all Seamus wants to do is get Dean alone under the mistletoe, but Hogwarts and it's mysteries may just get in the way of that. (Yes, btw, I am indeed aware that I'm posting a Christmas fic in July don't @ me)

"A Slight Pyromaniac's Guide to Love and Potions Class" by Anonymous [Gen]

Seamus Finnigan is Potions partners with Dean Thomas. They're making Amortentia. What an inconvenient time to be in love with your best friend. // Inspired by a tiktok by @mariuslee! It's where I got the dialogue for the actual Amortentia scene from, and it inspired me to write this whole fic in the first place!

"Write on Me" by orphan_account [Gen]

At the age of 17 everyone gets a tattoo of their soulmates name in their hand writing. Or the one where Dean won't tell Seamus who his soulmate is until Seamus's birthday.

"ní bhíonn toit gan tine" by fallthroughtimelikeme [Explicit]

Dean is staying over in Séamus's house for part of the summer holidays. Stormy nights, cuddling in bed, awkwardness, and sex ensues.

"Lost Bed, Found Love" by NearlyHeadlessNicci [Explicit]

A Prank War amongst the Gryffindor Eighth Year Boys gets slightly out of hand. Dean ends up suffering some undeserved consequences, but does he really suffer?

"Hiding Scrawl, Licking Freckles, and Other Average Wizard Things" by tamerofdarkstars [Gen]

Someone out there is obsessed with his freckles, and damn it, Seamus Finnigan wants to know who. - Uselessly fluffy Soulmate AU where the thoughts of your soulmate inscribe themselves on your skin in an shifting magic tattoo

"The Truth in Black and White" by brokenbottleaurora [Teen]

Seamus and Dean are already best mates- but could they be soulmates? After the first 6th year potions class, the answer is clear. Pure Deamus fluff. Not canon compliant (shifted timeline).

"watch the stars burst into light" by anonymous_koala [Gen]

After Dean's 18th birthday, he's finally able to communicate with his soulmate. Who are they? Will he ever get to meet them? A soulmates can see everything written on the other's skin AU.

Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood: [ROMANCE]

"darling, the mess is half the fun" by slyther_ing [Teen]

In retrospect, the twins probably could've gotten their answer by just asking Oliver whether he and Flint were a thing - but when have they done anything the easy way? (In which the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams attempt to get their captains together, and Marcus' reputation suffers.)

"Your feet above the ground" by Phantomato [Explicit]

And if he’d attended potions, and couldn’t remember anything, and was now groggy and prone in front of multiple professors in the Hogwarts infirmary, that could only mean one thing: potions accident.

"Come a little closer" by MInnie0503 [Teen]

Marcus Flint gets engaged. Oliver Wood starts a fight. They both end up with ten shared detentions and it all goes tits up from there. Or: How many detentions does it take for two boys to admit they like each other?

"The Inked Snitch" by your_token_trophy_wife [Teen]

While Oliver’s quidditch days may be over, his quidditch supply shop is near perfection. Perhaps he’s a little lonely and a tad sheltered too, but Oliver would much rather keep to himself than have his heart broken. That’s not too much to ask for is it? Though when a magical tattoo shop opens up next door, Oliver’s in for a lot of surprises, including bad flirting, third-wheeling and the return of an old rival. Alternatively: A shop!AU where both shopkeepers are hopeless at flirting, great at drawing conclusions and absolutely inept at talking about their feelings.

"Adversary" by RoemaencePartnaerr [Teen]

Oliver was pretty sure he had shaken hands with every other person in the school, yet he still hadn't met his soulmate.

"chalk this one up as a win" by tamerofdarkstars [Teen]

Oliver Wood wakes up in the Hospital Wing a week after his first Quidditch game ever with a head injury and his soulmate's thoughts wound around his left wrist. Frankly, he's more concerned about missing the Quidditch game.

"rolling with the punches" by sadie18 (orphan_account) [Gen]

no matter what- the era, the age, the universe, muggle or wizard- oliver wood was always there - alternatively, marcus has a long dream, he wakes up in a different reality every day, and he just can't get away from oliver wood note: the plot isn't apparent from the very beginning, so stick with it please! it clicks into place

"you're good at quidditch" by ramathorne [Not Rated; FANART]

A 4 page comic interpretation of a scene from chalk this one up as a win. slightly unfinished. still made with love.

"Does it smell like bleach to you?" by Surperb [Teen]

Oliver Wood overhears a private conversation while cleaning the broom shed.

"what my hands were made for" by hexiewrites [Teen]

There had been a small silver Quaffle inked into the skin on Oliver’s right hipbone since before he knew how to walk. His mother had gasped delightedly the day it had appeared, shimmering onto his skin as if by magic.

OTHER FICS: [The ones that don't really fit into a specific category, but I love and appreciate them regardless]

"Ottery St. Catchpole" by Erisah_Mae [Teen]

Tumblr Prompt from accio shitpost: "i wanna see a muggle who goes stealth among wizards purely by having a ridiculous aesthetic" A muggle moves to Ottery St Catchpole a few months after the Battle of Hogwarts, and there's a slight misunderstanding.

"A Touch of Mystery" by Edie_K [Teen]

At their weekly lunch, the Weasley brothers learn some surprising new information and the balance of power shifts. Canon compliant, set two years after DH.

"A Crown of Lilac Fingertips" by wickersnap [Teen, Harry Potter/Ron Weasley]

When they’d shaken hands on the train and Harry had pulled back with a bright, grass green imprint on his hand, he had gasped, excited, and asked Ron what it was. At thirteen years old green becomes lilac, and at fourteen lilac becomes red. At seventeen it's both, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

"The Sign" by Hang_In_There_Baby_Crookshanks [Gen, Justin Finch-Fletchley/Ernie Macmillan]

Justin Finch-Fletchley thinks he has zero chance of being asked out for Valentine's Day. Is he about to be pleasantly surprised? Or will the irritating muggle song that he seems to be the only one able to hear drive him crazy first?

"why not both" by varnes [Mature, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley/Viktor Krum]

“Small baby,” Krum diagnosed, sounding delighted by this. “World too big, yes? Wants back in small, warm place, yes?” Ron realized that he was holding his breath. He glanced over at Hermione, who was looking at Krum like she was definitely, absolutely going to leave Ron for him, and honestly, at this moment, Ron felt that was fair. Ron was going to leave himself for Krum. Ron was going to rob all the banks in the world to get Viktor Krum back his money as long as it meant he’d keep their beautiful, perfect, angelic monster of a screaming baby quiet. “I want to be in a small, warm place,” Hermione muttered, and then squeaked a little realizing she’d said it out loud. Rose giggled. “Shidole,” she whispered, looking pleased and interested, smacking at Krum’s chest. “Rose, don’t call our guests shitholes,” Hermione scolded, and then said, “Viktor, you can stay as long as you like.” - Or: The Ron/Hermione/Krum fic that absolutely nobody was hankering for in the year of our Lord 2020.

"can take the sting (if you heal my bruises)" by oliverwvvd [Teen, Cormac McLaggen/Ron Weasley, Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood]

Prompted by peachpety for Quidditch Fest 2021. I hope this fulfils what you hoped for to some degree! Cormac McLaggen and Oliver Wood hold the record for the two Keepers in the Quidditch league with the most injuries to date respectively. Oliver plays it risky and ends up in the hands of an exasperated Marcus Flint, ex-Montrose Magpies player turned Healer. Cormac, on the other hand, has a persistent crush on Ron that everyone knows about...except for Ron, who is oblivious, right up until the moment that he isn't. [Original prompt/request: Person A plays professional Quidditch and is prone to injury. All the more reason to see the team physician, his secret crush. Person B is the exasperated team physician at his wit's end with the only player for whom he pines. UST OUT THE WAZOO & happy endings, please.]

"Petunia Evans, a Retelling" by HouseElfMagic [Teen]

Petunia remembered magic. Being young and making things happen--strange things, impossible things--and then the pain when that man took it all away, locked it inside her. She doesn't get it back until Lily's started Hogwarts already and by then she's old enough to decide she wants to keep her own magic a secret. She didn't know that this would ultimately lead her on a quest to raise her nephew and defeat an evil megalomaniac calling himself Voldemort. But, well, here she is. She will do whatever it takes to keep her nephew safe. And hey, if she gets a pseudo father, rescues a convict, makes friends, becomes an almost permanent babysitter to two additional children, and writes books along the way, then that's a definite bonus.

"Like a Dream" by orphan_account [Teen, Viktor Krum/Ron Weasley]

Ron's life had been in a routine for so long. He did his job as an Auror even though he didn't love it, he lived alone but decided he was okay with it, and he ignored that his soulmate was a person who felt more like a fantasy than a reality.

"Loopholes" by orphan_account [Gen, Fred Weasley/Lee Jordan]

To prank his well despised DADA professor, Umbridge, after she put up a decree that prohibits boys from being too close to girls, George Weasley ingeniously finds a loophole and eventually gets his twin brother and his best friend to fake date. Which, however, wasn't going to last long in the first place, especially due to Lee's annoying crush on Fred.

"the art of bending rules" by orphan_account [Gen, Fred Weasley/Lee Jordan]

Umbridge thinks the only way to control the rebels at Hogwarts is to put up rules — and more rules, and then a few more rules after that. Unfortunately, what she doesn’t understand is that there is nothing most rebels are better at than bending the rules. It’s an art to perfect, as Fred says.

Happy reading! Don't be afraid to ask for recs and I'll do my best to answer them :))

#hp fanfic recs #fanfiction recommendation #fanfic rec #ao3 fanfic #harry potter #percy weasley #perciver #flintwood #deamus #romance #gen fic #muggle oc #muggles #okay but seriously we need more muggle oc povs #i love them so much #happy reading!!#fanfiction

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althaeifolia · 7 months ago

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For @snarrymicrofics June prompts, day 1: Teddy Bear Summary: Harry's not used to having their child away from home. Severus really wants to go back to bed. Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape Rating: T Warnings: No warnings apply Word count: 600 (oops)

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Severus woke up with a sense of something missing. He reached out in the complete darkness – the streetlights were out yet again, apparently, damn this blasted town – and found only a cold, empty spot where another body should be. He groaned quietly, trying to sit up; lately, his back was protesting the years spent hunched over a cauldron louder than usual.

Not bothering to look for his wand he left the bedroom and wandered the house for a good moment, until his trained ear caught a quiet sniffle in one of the rooms. As quietly as possible he pushed the door open to find Harry on the floor; eyes red and puffy, hands mindlessly stroking the soft fur of the teddy bear lying abandoned on the bed.

Sighing and internally apologizing to his poor bones he sat down and embraced his husband, warm body immediately melting against his. They sat in silence for a long time.

“She’s too young to be so far away from home” Harry whispered eventually, voice cracking halfway through the sentence and Severus found himself pulling him closer, protectively. “What if something happens and we won’t be there?”

“Minerva would contact us immediately” he answered in what he hoped was a soothing tone. It was too early for this. “And as incompetent as Longbottom can be, he takes his duties as Head of House seriously. He won’t let anything happen.”

“But what if he doesn’t know?!” Severus was unprepared for the sudden yell, or for the influx of new tears in green eyes. As level-headed Harry has grown up to be in his years as an auror, apparently their child leaving for Hogwarts was his breaking point. “We got into so much dangerous shit in school and nearly died multiple times and Dumbledore only looked and did nothing and Minerva didn’t even know half the time-”

“You were a special case!” The strict tone, a reminder of his years as a teacher seemed to work, as Harry turned back to look at him surprised, tears momentarily forgotten. “You ran into danger head first, without thinking, every time. There are no Dark Lords to chase and no precious artifacts to destroy anymore. She will be fine.”

“But what if-”

“Besides” Severus continued, not letting his husband butt in, “Lily is a smart girl. Definitely smarter than you were at her age, Snape. And with how much she likes to talk, you will know everything that happens to every inhabitant of the castle, within hours, if her poor owl doesn’t die from exhaustion flying back and forth”

That got a weak giggle, at least.

“You’re one to talk, Potter” Harry mumbled, shifting so he could hide his face against his husband’s shoulder. “You were the one that floo’d Minevra when you didn’t get Lily’s letter two hours after Sorting”

“That was a perfectly reasonable action!” Severus snorted, “I had to make sure my daughter isn’t a Gryffindor.”

“You married one, you wanker” The insult would hold a bit more power if it wasn’t followed by a yawn and two arms wrapping themselves around Severus’ neck. The birds outside seemed to be waking up, if the increasingly annoying noise was to be trusted. Not much of the night left, and plenty of sleep they still needed.

“You’re taking a sick leave today” Two sets of knees cracked painfully, as they rose from the floor. “We’re staying in bed. And if you behave, I will send a letter to Minerva and see if we can visit over the weekend.”

The smile Harry sent him did weird things to Severus’ heart.

#snarry microfics 2024 #snarry #harry potter

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therealroselovejoy · 8 days ago

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Pranking the Prince

Fandom: Harry Potter Marauders Era

Annabex Collins remembered the day her hatred of Severus Snape began: Day two of her first year at Hogwarts. She assumed everyone would start out at the same education level, regardless if they are muggle-born or not. Unfortunately, she was very wrong.

"You haven't stirred enough," the long-nosed, dark-haired boy told her with a sneer. "You're supposed to wait until it turns yellow."

The blonde eleven-year-old looks down at her potion, squinting and realizing it was still pretty orange. Even if she didn't stir enough, it wasn't any of his business. "Maybe you're colored blind or maybe it's that scraggly hair you can't see around. This is obviously yellow." Of course, she failed the Wiggenweld Potion while the insufferable raven-top aced the assignment, which he quickly gloated silently her way.

Fast forward six years, and their feud hasn't cooled since then, despite her being neck-to-neck in potions now, the urge to beat her enemy being a strong driving force to study.

"I wonder what Headmaster Dumbledore is announcing," her friend, Embry says, taking a bite of her tart. Severus glowers at them from further down the table, as if the question ruined his whole day.

Well, he's the eavesdropper, she thinks to herself, sending him an equally scathing look back to her fellow Slytherin. Since his split with Lily Evans, he has grown even meaner. Now no one can as much look his way without being hexed.

"Attention, students," Dumbledore says, gathering the attention of the room to the podium where he stands. "I have a special event for all of you that I do hope you participate in." Annabex didn't miss the mischievous twinkle in the older man's eye and felt some dread at the thought of what's to be announced.

"Starting tomorrow, we will be having Prank Wars! Each of you will have a badge that will calculate each prank you successfully pulled, but if you're pranked or caught by a staff member, your badge will turn black and you're out of the competition. The student at the end of the two month period with the highest points will be crowned Prank King or Queen!" There's excited murmurs through the crowd, the loudest being from the four annoying Gryffindor boys that seemed to be at the heart of every prank.

"Just prank me with something easy so I can be out and have peace," Embry mutters, picking at her food before it disappears. Severus scoffs, maybe at Annabex's friend or just the whole Prank Wars concept in general.

"I feel bad for him, you know," her brunette friend says, looking over at Annabex, who raises her eyebrow in question. "Oh come on, you have to see how the Gryffindors pick on him, and now his best friend is dating one of them. That's just harsh."

She had to admit that Severus was borderline tortured by the group, their nickname "Snivellus" wafting through the air wherever the skinny boy was. Then there was the incident last year...

"Do not make me pity that bloody oaf," she grinds out, standing up from the Great Hall bench in annoyance before stalking out, her black uniform robe squishing behind her. She knew who her first victim would be in Prank Wars and the revenge will be sweet.

It took a month to come up with, trying to dodge random pranks sitting around that discriminated none so she could remain in the competition. Only problem is, her target had become strangely scarce, probably to avoid the pranks from the Gryffindor four. So that's where she went for answers.

"Hey Black, do you know where Snape is?" she asks, surprised to see the long-haired boy alone.

"Snivellus? Well, actually, I do, as a matter-of-fact!" he says, an unsettling grin spreading across his face. "If you're going to prank him, it's too late. Right now, he's on his way to the Whomping Willow to encounter my surprise. After that, his badge will be black and you'll not gain any points."

"The Whomping Willow? How did you convince him to go there?" she questions, remembering the temperamental tree when she walked too close to it in her first year.

"Curiosity kills the cat for Snivellus. I told him the answer to his puzzle is there. I wouldn't go there, though, it's very dangerous," he adds the last part as if he read her mind about her next actions.

"Sure, I won't go there. I'll find a new target," she says in her most convincing tone, turning on her heels. She goes in a different direction of the tree until she's out of sight from Sirius Black, before changing trajectory.

"Well, this full moon makes this even more creepy," she says, approaching the moving Willow, her wand now out and being used for light. Her eyes make out a cloaked figure moving towards the tree.

"Snape!" she calls out, sprinting until she catches up with him.

"Get out of here, Collins!" He shoves her back with a silent spell for emphasis.

"No. I just talked to Black and this is a prank. Whatever they told you is in there, probably isn't. You know they get away with murder from Dumbledore, and this time it might be literally."

He peers at her with distrust, probably wondering if she was playing a prank on him now. "Why do you care?"

She rolls her eyes, taking a step closer. "Honestly, I don't, but they don't get to prank you before me."

"Please," he scoffs. "A confusing concoction? How were you going to get me to drink that? Slip it into my pumpkin juice?" Her hand goes into her pocket, her fingers brushing over the potion she worked hard on. "I bet it's not thick enough and you'll just poison me, like how most of your potions end up."

"Don't go in there!" They both turn to see an out-of-breath James Potter, another from the Gryffindor four. "It's dangerous. Black is trying to get you killed."

"Yeah, well, Snape might kill you so great plan," she mutters under her breath, but both hear it, turning to glare at her. Her shoulders go up in a shrug.

"You're just trying to keep me away from whatever secret you're keeping!" Severus replies, turning back to the tree.

Annabex grabs his wrist, pulling him back to face her and Potter. "I talked to Black too, remember? He's trying to get you killed."

"I know what he is, Potter. I'm not daft. The disappearances always around the full moon?"

Annabex looks between the glaring boys, her mouth dropping in shock. "There's a werewolf in there?"

"You can't tell anyone, Collins. Dumbledore knows and Remus isn't a threat when he's contained in there."

"It's Remus?" She takes a step back, looking between the two wide-eyed. "I just always thought he needed more sleep, not...that."

"Well, you are quite dense," Severus quips back, looking away when their eyes meet.

"Seriously, mate, you can't go in there," Potter says, surprising the other two that he didn't use the nasty nickname.

"You're doing this to prove to Lily that you aren't an arse. I'm not fooled."

Annabex was tired of the argument, especially now that it was going into fighting over a girl, Lily no less. She looks back at the Whomping Willow, an idea forming.

"Oh Merlin! He got out!" she screams, pointing at the tree. Both men turn towards it in alarm, wands coming out.

Before either can register, she shouts "Confundo!", hoping her pronunciation is clear and correct or she might've killed the lanky boy.

"I—wait, what were we talking about?" He looks from Potter to Annabex.

"You were talking about going inside, remember? Because you're wet and cold." She looks to Potter, waiting for him to catch on. When he finally does, he does a non-verbal aguamenti, drenching Severus in water.

"Oh, right, I am wet. How did that happen?" Snape looks down at his clothes in confusion. Annabex grabs his hand, pulling him alongside her, knowing the clever boy would overcome the spell shortly and she needed to get him out of here.

"Here, I'll help you but we have to go back to the Slytherin Commons." Potter and her share a nod of understanding, as she leads the drenched potion prodigy inside. No one is in the dungeons when they arrive, probably due to the hour.

Her hands push him against the couch before she goes for the vial in her pocket. "Here, drink this. It's a calming draught," she lies, his confunded state allows him to be convinced. When the vial is finished, his eyes glaze over and she knows he'll definitely be out of it long enough for the sun to come up.

"Snape? Severus?" When he doesn't respond, just looks at her confused, she grins, reaching into his pocket. His Prank Wars badge. Annabex pulls out her own, putting it side-by-side, watching as his turns black and hers gains a point.

Mischief managed.

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momo-t-daye · 1 year ago

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9, 13, 24 - for both Sirius and Severus!

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character (in canon)

For Sirius, I think the scene in OotP where he, as Padfoot, accompanies Harry et al. to King’s Cross Station and tries to cheer Harry up by chasing his tail and pigeons and cats really stands out. I like how much Sirius can cheer Harry up and the efforts Sirius went to in order to see Harry (even if his early Grim-esque appearances seemed ominous on the first read), and how much they both really would’ve liked to be a proper family.

For Severus, golly, he’s got more scenes and many of them excellent! Showing up behind Ron and Harry after they crash into the Whomping Willow is great, as is disarming Lockhart in the Dueling Club. Showing Fudge the Dark Mark, that’s also a major favorite scene and glimpse of Severus’ character (rather than his act).

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done (in canon)

Sirius’ attempts to get into Gryffindor in pursuit of Peter (slashing the Fat Lady and showing up over Ron’s bed with a knife) were pretty badly thought out, he did not behave at all like an innocent man, he really leaned into the “escaped mass murderer” role there.

For Severus, hm… in some ways I think how he reacted to the Marauder’s Map insulting him by bringing Lupin in was not well thought out on Sev’s part. Not only does Lupin get away with the map, Remus manages to get the better of him in front of Harry AND manages to get Harry to feel bad about going to Hogsmeade (which was what Severus was trying to do).

24. Most annoying habit (headcanon; not based on past roommates)

Sirius Black is a morning person.

He is also a trained flautist (he couldn’t be trusted not to hit his brother with a violin, but a musical education is expected for a son of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black). It took him all of five minutes to coax the sounds of liquid flatulence out of a trumpet in his first year at Hogwarts. Even when his friends schemed to dispose of the trumpet (the only times James Potter purposefully conspired against Sirius Black), Sirius comes from a family with resources and procuring another instrument was simplicity itself.

No amount of careful reasoning, desperate pleading, hexing, destruction of instruments, threats of bodily harm, etc. has yet managed to convince him that 4:32 AM is NOT a good time to unleash the noise pretzel upon the still slumbering.

This is not because Sirius is dense or incapable of seeing sense or insensitive to other points of view. No, rather, it is because tooting the bad cone at ungodly hours has become a bit, a comedy routine, a running joke. If he has a good bit going, he’s never letting it go.

Severus Snape drinks directly from the milk bottle/orange juice carton/etc. (he also eats potions ingredients from the jar but those, at least, aren’t for shared consumption).

He excuses himself in the name of brutal efficiency and time optimization (dishes are a futile and Sisyphean task).

Worst of all?

He puts the container that is 99.49% empty back in the fridge.

#Ask game #Severus Snape #Sirius Black

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burynr08 · 2 years ago

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Blood Ties and Betrayal: A Severus Snape/OC love story

Chapter 61: The Bronze Noctule

Severus was in a sour mood as he worked in his potions lab. It was the one room in his and Cassie's little cottage that could almost guarantee him a sense of serenity, and yet he was unable to shake his querulous feelings.

A bronze cauldron filled with bubbling red liquid did not succeed in distracting him. His black eyes flitted between the viscous potion and the open text that floated at just the right height so he would not have to crane his neck. He tried in vain to concentrate and let no other thought in as he poured the measured amount of bovine bile at the precise moment. He added the purulent ingredient correctly, and the scarlet liquid hissed and promptly turned to a sunny shade of yellow. But brewing Colchinian Draught was not something he needed to expend much brain power on, especially now that Arthur Weasley required doses of it every other month. So his thoughts continued to stew as the potion in his care was slowly brought up to the proper temperature.

The quiet of the house was punctured when the front door opened. Multiple voices announced the arrival of more than just his girlfriend, and his eyes narrowed as he squinted at his handwriting in the margins of the text. He was in no mood for visitors.

He gripped the ladle a bit too tightly as he began to stir clockwise, almost losing count as loud laughter pierced through his concentration. If he had not been in the middle of a crucial step, he would have stormed out to the kitchen to demand that the offending pests either shut up or take their annoying titterings elsewhere.

As if on cue, the door to the lab opened. Even though the room had many windows, Severus preferred to cover most of the natural light with heavy curtains and keep it dim. The sudden illumination caused him to squint, adding to his perturbation.

"Sev," said Cassie breathlessly. Her cheeks were flushed and the remnants of a smile were on her features.

"Close the door."

She did without question. She was used to obeying his every demand when she was in his lab or risk being swiftly turned out. "Would you like some lemonade? Just made some."

"No."

She nodded as she leaned in to catch a glimpse of what he was brewing. "Arthur offered to pay again - "

"He will not."

"I told him the same," she said with a satisfied smile. "I can bring this batch to him later today. We're going with Sirius, Remus, and Harry to see the new house."

Severus grimaced. It was the source of his melancholy, the fact that Potter would be moving in with two of his childhood bullies. He and Cassie had gone round and round on the matter in the two weeks since the term had ended. She had repeated so many times that Black was in fact, Potter's Godfather. There was no other decision to make if the boy wanted to live with him. And yet, to Severus, the idea had not warmed. It had barely even thawed.

"Must you be involved?" he asked coldly.

She shot him a disapproving look. "I want Harry to feel like he's supported."

"Indeed." His tone was icy and dismissive.

She left him to rejoin whoever had dared to traipse across his threshold. He wasn't sure when his home had become welcome for visitors to come and go as they pleased, but this new reality displeased him. He returned to his draught, but a thought never left him as the minutes passed. He dragged himself from the workstation to quiet the persistent nagging in his head.

"Potter." He had been correct in assuming that one of the voices had belonged to the Boy Wonder. "A word in private."

Countless pairs of Weasley eyes stared as Harry followed Severus into the potions lab that was usually off-limits to visitors. The young Gryffindor stood silently as his professor closed the door, standing carefully still and just far enough away from all of the tables and shelves full of ingredients so nothing would be accidentally bumped.

"Your living situation," Severus began. "You are...comfortable with the arrangements?"

Potter looked suddenly perplexed, an expression that Severus was not unused to seeing on the boy's face. "I have to share a bed with Ron, but I suppose it's comfortable enough."

Severus huffed irritably as he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. This already was a topic he did not want to discuss, why did this bespectacled thorn in his side always have to make things ten times more annoying? "I am not referring to the Weasley household."

The confusion on Potter's face didn't lessen. "Oh."

"I am referring to you staying with the werewolf and the mutt," Severus nearly spat at the mention of his former classmates.

The boy's eyes narrowed at Severus's snide assessment. "What about them?"

He could sense the defensive tone in Potter's voice. Those green eyes were glaring into his face now, challenging him, begging him to say anything worse. Severus would be reluctant to admit that he was growing steadily more aggravated as the seconds passed.

He had to say something, anything at this point. He could barely stand another moment of Lily's eyes staring at him as they stood alone in silence, the mutual dislike for each other palpable and thick. "Should you feel the need to live elsewhere - "

"I'll be fine," Potter interjected swiftly.

"Black is unstable," Severus tried to remind him.

"He's my Godfather."

"That does not negate the fact that he has been living in Azkaban for over a decade."

"May I be dismissed?" Potter grumbled, finally looking away to focus his attention on a large jar of preserved jewel wasps.

"In a moment," Severus drawled, feeling like he could regather some of his poise now that those emerald eyes no longer assessed him so thoroughly. "Should you ever feel unsafe under their guardianship - "

"I would stay with Ron. Besides, I won't feel unsafe."

That stubbornness. It was infinitely irritating.

There was no use in arguing the point further. Severus let him return to Cassie and the Weasleys, leaving him alone once again to finish his brews. Hours later, when the Colchinian Draught was the acceptable shade of pale yellow and siphoned carefully into individually-dosed bottles, Severus emerged. The cottage was empty. Cassie had left to tour Black and Lupin's new den with her gaggle of red-heads.

He started to make himself some black tea. As he moved through the motions, his black eyes flitted to where today's mail sat. A tan envelope with a familiar seal sat on top of the small pile, and he let out a growl of frustration.

In two long strides, he reached the table and snatched up the offending letter. The noctule on the seal appeared to smirk at him. Rather than let the shining bronze wax cause him further strife, he grabbed the letter opener that lay unassumingly nearby and stabbed it into the thick envelope.

He read over the neatly scrawled words hastily, not studying them in detail but seeing enough to know that the general message was the same as the three previous letters he had received. He threw the parchment back on the table and returned to the stove to finish tending to his tea.

Cassie returned that evening to find Severus in the study with his nose buried in a text on primordial antidotes. His drink of choice had changed from tea to wine, and his lover was, at first, oblivious to the fact that he was now on his third goblet. She greeted him cheerfully. When he didn't respond, she dropped to her knees in front of where he sat in his armchair.

"Particularly intriguing chapter?" she asked him, placing her splayed hands on his knees. She pushed his legs apart slowly, scooting forward and closing the space between them. He looked up from the book. Satisfied, she took it from his hands, closed it gently, and set it beside her on the floor.

Severus could sense that she was feeling frisky. She had misread his silence as playing hard to get, instead of avoidance to discuss anything of importance. Or perhaps she had seen right through him from the second she had crossed the threshold and was wasting no time in piercing a hole in his evasive wall.

"Will I ever find reprieve from your pestering?" he asked her quietly. Shivers ran through him as her hands slowly moved up his thighs.

"Never."

She rubbed him slowly, her fingers now dangerously close to his clothed groin. Her blue eyes were locked on his face, studying every nuance of his reactions. Her touch was tantalizing, the skin under her hands on fire with every movement. And yet, he was distracted, even as she leaned in to nuzzle her face into his chest.

She leaned back on her heels so she could see his face again, her hands sliding back to his knees. Even when he was indifferent to her advances, she was unwilling to sever their connection. He swore he would never take that for granted.

"Sev, what's wrong?" He looked away from her. The letter was at the forefront of his mind, but another reason he was feeling tormented was the fact that Potter's eyes had such an effect on him today. Lily's eyes.

"Will Black and Lupin's house suffice?" he asked instead of answering her.

"It's a charming little home. Molly is going back tomorrow to hang curtains and stock the pantry."

"Does it have adequate containment for Lupin's transformation?"

"Not yet."

"The full moon is in ten days," he growled.

"They'll have something in place by then," she tried to reassure him, but it wasn't enough. Cassie stood as he stiffened, giving him space as panic ran through him.

"Not they. They are not responsible enough to take care of it. We - no - I - will ensure there is a cage installed well before the wolf even sprouts a single hair!"

"Sev," Cassie countered crossly, "You're already brewing Wolfsbane for Remus, that alone is enough to keep Harry safe - "

"You dare repeat idiotic reassurances from those mutts to me?" he snapped.

Cassie glared down her nose at him as she ruminated over his prickly words. He expected anger in her response, or perhaps for her to storm out of the room to cool off. She chose the latter. When she had left the room, he let out a long sigh, irritated with his treatment of her. Why she continued to put up with his surliness, he was sure he would never understand.

"I knew it!" Cassie exclaimed, returning to the study a minute later. The letter was in her hand as returned to him.

"What did you know?"

"You read the letter that came this morning, that's why you're so cheesed off." She read it over carefully before looking at him again.

"You hadn't read it until now. How could you possibly assume that had anything to do with my mood?"

"Oh, stop," she said, tossing it onto the coffee table and taking a seat on the couch. "I think I should be able to remember the Prince family sigil by now." With a smooth wave of her hand, she refilled his goblet of sweet honeysuckle wine. "Drink," she commanded, pushing it into his hands.

He obeyed her, sucking down half the wine before setting the goblet down again. "They are relentless."

"Will you respond this time?"

"No."

"It might stop the endless supply of letters for a bit."

"Or they will grow even more hopeful for a visit and double down on their efforts," he said, standing. She was at his side instantly and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"A visit might not be so bad." She was looking up at him with her sparkling blue eyes through thick lashes. In his increasingly inebriated state, he knew his resolve would be nearly nonexistent and he would agree to nearly anything she suggested. "After all, it's not like your great aunt was the one that disinherited your mother."

Severus snorted. "As if that absolves them of any depravity. The Princes are notoriously proud of having a pureblood family tree." His mind was foggy. He hadn't realized that she had led him to their bedroom until they were nearly there. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes as she inched him closer to their cushy bed. An undignified grunt escaped his throat as she shoved him backward and climbed atop his waist.

"I'll do whatever you want, Severus Snape," she said, and he believed her. At that moment, he was not entirely sure of the context of her meaning, as she was grinding herself on his crotch. The delicious friction she was creating was effectively distracting him from the anguish he had been feeling only minutes earlier.

"Anything?" he asked softly. He watched as she bit her bottom lip and he found that he could no longer deprive her of the intimacy she had been seeking since she had returned home that night. His hands moved from her thighs to her buttocks and he squeezed, encouraging her to keep moving while she was on top of him.

Cassie lowered her face to his, her long black locks falling over her shoulder and brushing his cheeks. He kept one hand on her arse as the other pushed her hair behind her ear. She was looking at him so mischievously, and he wanted to be able to study her.

"Just say the word," she purred before she kissed him. But the racing thoughts were chased from his tormented mind just then. He didn't need to tell her a thing.

~*~ ~*~

Cassie and Severus were standing outside of The Three Broomsticks. It was early on a Saturday, and Hogsmeade was filled with shopping witches and wizards. Cassie kept standing on her tiptoes, trying to see over the crowd, and Severus snorted amusement as he caught her from nearly toppling over.

"She won't get lost," he reminded her, and not for the first time that morning. "She is not a child."

"I know. I just don't want her to walk past us," Cassie said, craning her neck to see around a portly witch guiding a floating cart stacked full of cauldrons. Severus was eyeing some of the shiny silver ones, nearly missing when Cassie lost her balance again. She caught herself by grabbing onto his arm, and he steadied her by pulling her against his chest. She threw him a sheepish grin before he could even think about glaring at her.

"Look at you two, always the love birds," said a familiar voice.

"Romily!" Cassie threw her arms around her friend. "It's so good to see you!" When the two young witches pulled apart, Romily made a point to hug Severus. The Potions Master froze in place and sneered in revulsion.

After their strained greeting, the three of them set off in the direction of Madam Puddifoot's. Cassie and Romily walked arm in arm, chatting about the French witch's graduation from Master Machado's academy. Severus trailed two steps behind them, and the pair entered the tea shop without him to retrieve the key to Romily's new flat above. He had no desire to step foot in that cesspool of lace and ribbons. He was thankful that Cassie had never asked him to take her on a date there. The very idea made him shudder.

A narrow white staircase behind the building led up to Romily's flat. Madam Puddifoot had given her a shiny golden key with an obnoxious pink ribbon tied on the end, and she used it to unlock the door. Romily appeared to be just as disgusted as Severus felt after they stepped inside.

"I will 'ave to spend some time redecorating," Romily mused, eyeing the bubblegum pink walls as she set her charmed luggage on the floor.

"Madam Puddifoot seems to enjoy a certain aesthetic," Cassie agreed, tapping a large painting of a pearly unicorn. It whinnied in delight.

They spent little time getting Romily settled in. Having just come from Academia de Luta, she had brought very few personal items and planned on entering Hogsmeade again to buy food and new robes.

"I assume that you are intending to purchase an owl?" Severus asked her as she was mentioning her shopping list.

"Would it not be easier to connect my fireplace to Floo?"

"Absolutely not," he answered swiftly.

"I would be able to speak with Cassie more quickly - "

"And put Hogwarts at risk in the process!" Severus snapped.

Romily folded her arms over her chest as she eyed the Head of Slytherin. "'ow funny, I did not think you 'ad a final say in the matter." She turned to look at Cassie, and Severus did the same.

Cassie sighed. "Must we have a row already?"

"Cassie, if I am to be your proxy, I need to be able to communicate with you at all times," Romily replied matter-of-factly.

"An owl will be able to reach Hogwarts in a matter of minutes!"

"Versus the Floo network, which would take seconds - "

"Enough!" Cassie interjected. "Between your spat and the putrid color of this room, I'm getting a headache." Neither of them looked amused. She sighed before continuing. "Mily, you should get an owl. They're efficient enough."

"You agree with 'im because 'e is your boyfriend," Romily said through gritted teeth. "Yet I have committed myself to serve you, as 'e 'as not!"

"I agree with the point he's making." Cassie's answer didn't seem to satisfy the other witch, who was still glaring at her. She could feel her own temper flaring up, and before she could stop herself, more words flew out of her. "Fine. You've committed yourself to me? Then do as I tell you. Get a bloody owl."

The air was tense when they parted. Nonetheless, Romily had ultimately agreed to Cassie's request, even going so far as to apologize for her behavior.

Cassie wanted to discuss what had happened as she and her lover made their way through Hogsmeade. She wanted to complain about Romily's audacity, as she knew he would agree with her. She wanted to declare that she was not cut out for this leadership business, that it was not for her and she should back out before she got in too deep. But Severus had other things on his mind, and she could hardly blame him.

The couple barely spoke as they made their way to the edge of the small wizarding village. When they were standing in front of the Shrieking Shack, Cassie grabbed her boyfriend's hand and give it a firm squeeze to pull him from his thoughts. His onyx eyes flickered down at her. It was hard to miss the turmoil that had settled behind the usual stoic gaze.

"We don't have to do this," she reminded him.

"It's been decided."

"You're sure?" she pressed. The line between his eyes deepened as he glowered at her. He remained silent, and she sighed in defeat.

"Shall we get on with it, Cassiopeia?" Severus offered the younger witch his arm. She shot him a coy smile as she linked hers through. With a loud crack, they Disapparated.

They reappeared in the middle of a small thatch of trees on the outskirts of Wolverhampton. According to the most recent letter that Severus had received, they only had to walk through a small village before they would reach the Prince estate.

No one seemed to pay them any mind at first. They walked down one of the cobbled streets, weaving their way through a group of Muggle tourists that were taking pictures of a large white church. It was only when they neared the edge of the business district that someone spoke to them.

"Cassiopeia Black!" a middle-aged woman squeaked as she openly pointed. Her companion, a silver-haired witch that seemed just as astounded to see her, had her hand over her throat.

"What are ya doing 'ere?" she asked as if her presence in the village was positively the most unexpected thing imaginable.

"Just visiting," Cassie replied evenly.

"There's nothin' the matter, is there?" The silver-haired witch started looking all around her as if something would jump out and attack her at any second.

"Of course, nothing is the matter!" her friend scolded. "The Ministry would keep us informed, now wouldn't they?" She smiled at Cassie and Severus. "Don't mind my friend Nancy. You two enjoy your time here in Bilston."

It was another situation that Cassie wished to discuss. She knew that Severus's thoughts were focused on the fact that in mere minutes, they would be reaching his mother's family home. It would have to wait for a later time.

At first glance, the Prince estate was not what Cassie expected. The wrought iron fence that surrounded the grounds was crooked and had thick vines growing over it. The matching gates were dull and chipped as if they had been mistreated for years and no one had thought to perform a simple spell to tend to them. Severus's hand gripping Cassie's tightly, they stood just outside of them for about a minute before she spoke.

"Do you think they know we're here?" she asked. "Maybe we should send a Patronus."

"Perhaps," he responded softly, obviously in thought, and then he reached out to touch one of the large noctules that had been carved into the gates. Cassie jumped as they began to creak open.

"That's not very good security."

"It's blood magic. It only opened because my mother was a Prince."

The outside of the mansion, like the gate, seemed neglected. As they got closer, Cassie noticed the holes in the stone siding and the windows were a sickly grey color. Even the chimneys, expelling swirls of smoke, seemed to droop under the weight of disrepair. Severus seemed to have newfound confidence as he slammed the large bronze knocker on the front door.

This time, they were met with a swift response. The door swung open and they were greeted by a bowing house-elf, whose nose was quite literally touching the dark brown wooden floor.

"Come in, come in!" she squeaked when she straightened out. "Mistress Moira's is so happy to have Master Severus and Mistress Cassiopeia in her homes!"

"Please call me Cassie."

"Yessus, of course! Whatever you would want, Mistress Cassie!"

They were led through a dark, narrow entrance hall. The walls were covered in paintings of various witches and wizards, many of whom were snoozing. "I smell dirty blood," one with sharp eyes and a large jaw hissed as the couple walked by.

"Seems friendly," Cassie mused. Severus locked eyes with her briefly. The change in his expression was slight and wouldn't have been noticed by someone that did not know him intimately, but she saw the slight upturn of the corner of his mouth.

"Mistress Moira," the house-elf announced as they entered a large room. It was full of macabre artwork and knickknacks and the low ceiling gave Cassie an instant feeling of claustrophobia. In the center of the room was a thin, sour-faced woman with a shock of white hair and piercing black eyes. The large, throne-like chair that she sat upon made it very much seem like she was some sort of royalty, although her ruse was easy to see through. Her cream-colored gown was starting to yellow in random areas and there was an obvious rip in the lace collar.

"Nippy, see to it that the rest of the household knows our visitors are here," she said to the house-elf, who nodded and left the room without another word. Moira's eyes locked on Severus, who stood with his hands folded neatly behind his back. "Closer, lad. I'm an old woman. Can't expect me to come to you, not with these aching bones."

Cassie stayed in her spot as Severus approached his great aunt. Her gaze was so hard to read that Cassie wasn't sure if she was going to spit in Severus's face or shake his hand, but she stood ready to intervene if necessary.

Moira stood when Severus reached her. A toothy smile broke on her weathered mouth, and being much shorter than him, she had to reach up to place her hands on either side of his face. "Ah, Severus. It is good to finally meet you, dear boy." She pulled him down and placed pecks on both cheeks. When she released him, he took a step back so he was out of her reach.

"And this must be the famed Cassiopeia Black," she said, those black eyes turning to Cassie. "Don't be shy, dear girl." Cassie joined Severus at his side, and Moira grabbed one of her hands. Her grip was cold and firm. "When I heard rumors of Eileen's son courting you, I could hardly believe my ears. It does not bother you that his father was a Muggle?"

"Does it bother you?" Cassie countered icily, yanking her hand away from the old witch. She could feel Severus's disapproving glance.

Moira clicked her tongue. "My, my, you are a feisty witch. Not to say that I am surprised. I suppose you think the worst of us."

A door creaked open and three people entered. "Masters Darragh and Donal, and Mistress Corinna," Nippy announced.

"Come, come," Moira beckoned to the newcomers. "My grandsons," she explained to Severus and Cassie, "and Donal's darling wife."

The Prince genes were strong in Darragh and Donal. Both wizards shared Severus's skin tone and his black hair and eyes. That was where the resemblances seemed to end at surface level. Donal was stout and sported short hair and a neatly trimmed beard, and his cheeks and nose were rosy pink. Darragh was much taller, even taller than Severus, and his shoulder-length hair was slicked back and out of his face. He seemed to put a lot of fuss in his appearance, as his navy robes were decorated with shiny silver clasps, and his hands were covered in matching dragon-hide gloves.

Nippy snapped her fingers and a tray of drinks started to make its way around the room. Donal double-fisted the goblets of wine, openly declaring that this was a celebration. Corinna looked mortified.

"My father always talked about finding Eileen and you so we could meet," Donal was telling Severus a few drinks later. His words were starting to slur and his cheeks were even rosier. "He said that Aunt Helen would have none of it. Too ashamed having a Muggle for a son-in-law, you see."

"You needn't explain the dynamics," Severus said icily, taking a long drink from his goblet.

"A shame, isn't it?" Donal continued. "Could have been mates. We didn't meet a lot of other kids, being home-schooled."

"You have plenty of mates now," Corinna interrupted dully. "You see them every night at the pub, don't you?"

Donal chuckled, nudging his blonde wife playfully as she scowled.

"Rumor has it that you are quite skilled at brewing potions," Darragh sniffed, sounding quite bored. "Efficient way to make a fair share of galleons, I suppose."

Severus was about to respond when the matriarch's voice pierced through the room.

"Corinna," Moira called from her throne, having just shooed Nippy away. "Why don't you show Cassiopeia to the gardens?"

It was an abrupt request, one that Corinna obliged with enthusiastically. She gripped Cassie's shoulder and showed her out, leaving Severus to deal with his estranged family alone.

"Severus, how long have you and Cassiopeia been together?" Moira asked pointedly, now that the younger witches had left.

Severus shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He wished he had consumed more wine more quickly to deal with these people. The dark and dreary room was making it feel like the walls were closing in on him. "Three years."

A smile cracked the old witch's face. "And yet you are not betrothed?"

"No."

"Why is that?"

"Mimi, that is not appropriate to ask on the first day you've met," Donal declared jovially.

"Come now, dear Donal. You proposed to Corinna after a month. Do three years not seem like an eternity to you?" Moira retorted. Severus emptied his goblet. Moira's gaze was burning holes into his soul.

"More wine, if I may," Severus said thickly. Nippy was at his side in a split second and refilled his goblet.

"But you will propose to her eventually, won't you? She is a remarkable witch," his great aunt pressed. In the intensity of the conversation, no one noticed that Darragh had slipped from the room.

"That is in the foreseeable future, yes." Severus looked around the room for an obvious escape plan. There was nothing, only low ceilings and closed doors.

"Then that's all I need to know for now, I suppose," Moira said. With a flick of her wrist, a small velvet box appeared in her hand. "This was my grandmother Aoife's wedding ring. I would love for you to give it to our Cassiopeia." She flipped the box open, gesturing for Severus to look inside. "And the sooner the better, of course," she added with a wink.

The ring was thin and gold and had Celtic trinity knots decorating the surface. Unlike the rest of the Prince household, the ring was polished and cared for. It shined in the little bit of light that the large room had to offer.

"Mimi," Donal said in surprise as Moira closed the box and pushed it into Severus's hands. "You're giving that to him? You promised that ring to my daughter - "

"You have yet to have a daughter," Moira snapped, her swift change in demeanor catching Severus off guard, "and it's not every day that you have the opportunity to welcome the Dark Lord's daughter into the family. This is a magnificent occasion, now isn't it?"

Her ancient face had twisted into a snarl as she dared her grandson to argue with her. Severus's heart fell. For a few moments, he had allowed himself to feel a small twinge of hope that somehow, he had a family that would accept him. Now, he had swiftly learned that they were only interested in him because of Cassie. It seemed Great Aunt Moira was just as bad as his own grandmother, who had disowned his mother.

Meanwhile, Cassie sat on a garden bench with Corinna. The blonde witch had very little to say and seemed to be basking in the fact that she was no longer in her husband's presence. Cassie didn't mind allowing her that peace and sat staring at an unkempt patch of crassula ovata, when Darragh suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Miss Black," he said, extending his gloved hand to Cassie, "would you like a tour of the grounds?"

Corinna all but rolled her eyes as Cassie accepted the proffered hand and followed Dorragh away from the gardens. "She is a surly one, my sister-in-law," mused Dorragh when they were further away. The pitch of his voice nearly matched Severus's, although Cassie felt he lacked the same eloquence.

"She didn't say much," Cassie said truthfully.

"She was not that excited about your visit."

Cassie raised an eyebrow at the tall wizard as they slowly walked past a large piranha-shaped fountain. "And you were?"

"I am still excited," he said, shooting her a small smile. "You are rumored to be very powerful." Cassie stayed silent. "And you are very beautiful." His eyes traveled over her light pink dress, and he noticeably paused on her collarbone.

Cassie swallowed thickly, doing her best to contain her annoyance at the wizard's brazenness. "Thank you."

"You are happy with my cousin?"

"Yes."

"Truly satisfied?" Darragh pressed. They had stopped walking and he turned to face her fully. She fought the urge to back up as he stepped closer to her.

"What did you have in mind?" Cassie asked quietly. Darragh placed a finger under her chin and forced her to look up at him.

"You can have a pureblood wizard," he said, his voice nearly a whisper. "Only say the word." He leaned in, his eyes closing as his face drew closer to hers.

Cassie backed away from him, startling him out of his attempt to kiss her. "I've only just met you today," she reminded him, hoping that the words were nonchalant enough. She walked away from him. He quickly caught up to her.

"Of course, Miss Black. Forgive me." They had almost reached the mansion, and he placed a hand on her arm to stop her. "I have a gift for you." He pulled a gold necklace with a large oval pendant from his pocket. "So you don't forget me."

"Oh, you don't have to - "

"It's been in the family for generations," he said, stepping behind her. "It belonged to my great-great-great grandmother Roisin."

Cassie let him put it on her. She didn't grimace in disgust as he admired the pendant that sat perfectly centered in her cleavage. And she didn't yank her hand away and slap him after he kissed it. By the time she returned to Severus so they could Apparate to Ottery St. Catchpole, she was ready to burst with the indignation of it all.

She ripped the necklace off her and threw it on the kitchen table as soon as they were home.

"You've broken the clasp," Severus scolded her.

"Does it matter?"

He shot her an annoyed look. "No, it shouldn't affect the potion." He had found a recipe for a powerful, complex elixir he had never brewed before, one that required heirlooms of the brewer's to be sacrificed. He knew that Cassie was aggravated by how his extended family had treated them. He would have to spend the next few days making it up to her.

Cassie plopped down on the couch, eager to relax with her lover after that ordeal. "How did it go for you, Sev? Did they give you an heirloom?"

"Yes."

"What was it?" she asked, combing her fingers through her long black locks. In her fatigue, she missed Severus's minor hesitation.

"A ring. It belonged to Moira's grandmother Aoife." He didn't tell her that it had been a wedding ring, and he was relieved that she didn't ask to see it. He didn't want to repeat the interrogation he had suffered regarding their relationship status. He didn't want to speak of them getting engaged at all.

In minutes, Cassie fell asleep on the couch. Severus moved silently in the small cottage, making sure the ring and necklace that they had worked so hard to get were in a safe, secure place. He ended up putting them in the small trap door he had charmed into existence in one of their dresser drawers. So far, it had been a passable hiding place. Severus had been storing Cassie's engagement ring there for over two weeks, and she was none the wiser.

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dhr-ao3 · 9 months ago

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An Impossible Task

An Impossible Task https://ift.tt/y50ZtY2 by nurantarenendurath In his sixth Hogwarts year, Draco Malfoy finds himself confronted with the seemingly impossible task of killing Albus Dumbledore and also letting the Death Eaters infiltrate the school. For this he has to use the Room of Requirements, but unfortunately it is up on the sixth floor, where there are always annoying warding spirits ensuring the silence on the floor for the Arithmancy students on the same floor. He has no choice but to pick up the subject as well to get access to the floor. But of course one certain Gryffindor takes the subject as well and to Dracos displeasure, she also might be his only way to hold his position in the higher class of Arithmancy. Words: 1619, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Regret and Redemption Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: Gen, Multi Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort (Harry Potter) Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/WaKTv6d March 29, 2024 at 12:18AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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phoenixs-fandoms-and-writings · 1 year ago

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5 + 1

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: James Potter/Lily Evans

Summary: five times James surprises Lily and one time she surprises him

Notes: This was written for Flufftober 2023 with Day 5’s prompt X+1. @flufftober

I don’t own Harry Potter to any of its characters.

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Read on AO3 here.

Lily hadn’t been having a great day. She had seen her ex friend Severus Snape who now openly called her a mudblood and had been doing so since fifth year. She really hoped she could find something to get her mind off how much people like him annoyed her.

She walked into the Gryffindor Common Room to see a group of students of all years watching something on the other side of the room. She walked more into the room to see the one and only James Potter.

She thought to herself as she huffed, ‘what is he doing now?’

She watched him for a moment when she realised all the students looking at him were completely silent, which wasn’t surprising. James Potter could hold a lot of people's attention, but had never truly held Lily’s before.

She heard him talking. He was telling a story and entertaining the first years with Sirius and Remus helping him.

She made sure to stay at the back of the room as she kept watching. She was surprised by how he cared about those around him and making sure they were all entertained.

Lily had been walking through the halls when she heard the sounds of someone crying. She followed the sound, wanting to help whoever it was. When she was close enough to see who it was, she saw it was a first year, but they weren’t alone.

No, sitting with them was James Potter.

He sat quietly as the student was talking to him.

She wanted to move but James was facing the way she would walk in. She really wanted to help, but was in awe of watching him with the child. He was so tender and sweet.

He gave the child some really good advice. Watching all of this unfold, she was pleasantly surprised to see how good he was with children and making sure they were happy. He was very understanding towards them.

Lily felt the need to study and the best place to do so was in the library, where it was quiet and the perfect atmosphere for studying. She walked in there and over to where she normally studied.

When she got to her usual table, she saw James Potter sitting there looking a bit stressed about something.

“James,” she said quietly to try and get his attention. No luck, didn’t move at all.

“James,” she tried again a little louder, but got the same result.

“Potter,” she used the same volume as just before, and this time he looked up at her.

“Evans, what are you doing here?”

“I came here to study, but you seem to be having trouble. What are you studying?”

He nodded to what she was saying before responding, “Potions. I’m horrible at it and I don’t understand this current assignment.”

Lily’s eyes lit up. “I came down here to do that assignment. Would you like some help? I can help you as I do mine too.”

He let out a sigh of relief. “Really? You’re a lifesaver. I don’t understand any of it.”

She sat down in the seat next to him as she looked over what he had.

That’s how they spent the morning and that was the day that Lily was surprised about how studious James actually was. She helped him with any assignments and he helped her with any assignments or spells that she couldn’t understand or get the hang of.

“Oi, Snivellus,” Lily heard James yell one day. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size? You know, instead of third years who’re smaller than you.”

This got Lily’s attention and she went towards the commotion, when she got there James, Sirius and Remus were all standing in front of a third year, protecting them from not just Snape but other Slytherins as well, who seemed to be the one who was being bullied. She took a step closer and beckoned the third year over.

As the student ran over, she made sure that when Remus turned around that he knew the student was safe.

“Go to Professor McGonagall and tell her what’s happened,” she told them quietly. “And that Lily Evans sent you to her.”

With that, the student ran off and Lily joined next to Remus.

“Really? Four seventh years against one third year? How is that fair?”

She stood her ground alongside the three Marauders and against the seventh year Slytherins. The four Slytherins ended up with a months worth of detentions all to be had with Professor McGonagall.

That was the day Lily was surprised by James’ willingness to risk his own life to protect those in need and those who were being treated badly.

Lily was rushing to class with her books and she ran into someone; meaning she dropped everything she’d been carrying.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she bent down to gather her things. “I’m running late to class and I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

She looked up as someone held two books she hadn’t picked up yet. She looked up and saw the face of James Potter smiling at her

“We have the same class, Evans,” he said. “So why don’t we walk together? I’ll carry the books and if anyone asks, I’ll take the blame for you being late, if it helps.”

He kept hold of the books and helped her up. This was the day she was surprised by how kind and helpful James Potter really is.

+1.

Lily had this all planned out.

Lily and her friends: Marlene, Dorcas and Mary had engaged the Marauders in conversation.

After a few minutes, she asked, “James, do you mind if I talk to you alone for a few minutes?”

When he responded with yes, she glanced over at Marlene, who winked at her before she walked alongside James until they were a little further away.

“James, I’ve noticed how much you’ve changed this year, or maybe you’ve always been this way and I’ve never been able to see it properly, but either way, I have something I wanted to ask.” As she kept talking, she started speaking faster because of her nerves.

“Lily, deep breaths and slow down, please,” James said, before he guided her in this. “Now, what is it you wanted?”

“James, I’ve noticed how much you’ve matured and how you care about others and I think I can safely ask, will you go out with me?”

“On a date?” He sounded surprised, which she guessed was going to be because he thought she didn’t like him, which had not been true. She just didn’t want to be with someone who was arrogant and treated people badly.

“Yes?”

“You want to go on a date with me?”

“Yes, James,” at this point her voice got a bit louder. “Will you, James Potter, go out on a date with me?”

“Yes. I’d love to.” He paused. “Is it alright if I kiss you now?”

“Yes.”

The moment he got that answer, he kissed Lily softly, before pulling away, and saying, “I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

She laughed before playfully pushing his shoulder, before they walked back to their friends together.

That was the day James was surprised by Lily asking him out. He had been completely oblivious to how her attitude towards him changed. He vowed to make sure she knew she made the right choice with him.

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depressed-sugar-baby · 1 year ago

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I JUST POSTED CHAPTER 4 PART 1

#sshpatag #severus snape harry potter and the annoying gryffindors #pro snape #pro severus snape #severitus #young severus #snupin #marauders x severus snape #jeverus #hp snack #wolfprince #starprince #snames

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shamyfanficfeed · 6 months ago

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Wip

by iHaveACrushOnPrincessDiana Words: 340, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English * Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, British Royalty RPF, Diary of a Wimpy Kid Series - Jeff Kinney, Young Sheldon (TV) * Rating: General Audiences * Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings * Categories: F/F, F/M * Characters: Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Diana Princess of Wales, Greg Heffley, Rowley Jefferson, Fregley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid), Sheldon Cooper, Draco Malfoy, Rubeus Hagrid, Mary Cooper (Young Sheldon), Meemaw (Young Sheldon), Holly Hills, Missy Cooper, Amy Farrah Fowler, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall * Relationships: Diana Princess of Wales/Reader, Greg Heffley/Holly Hills, Sheldon Cooper/Amy Farrah Fowler, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley * Additional Tags: Hufflepuff Original Character(s), Hufflepuff Reader, Hufflepuff Common Room, George Cooper lives, Bad Parenting, Annoying Sheldon Cooper, Mary Cooper bashing, Good Parent George Cooper, Bad Parent Mary Cooper, Gryffindor, Gryffindor Common Room, hufflepuff pov, Ravenclaw Sheldon Cooper, Hufflepuff Diana, Good Slytherins, BAMF Minerva McGonagall http://dlvr.it/T94LLB

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my-blind-album · 2 years ago

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"Whoa"

Requests : OPEN

Warnings : Swearing

Category : Fluff, Little/Or no Smut

Ship/Pairing : Harry Potter x Female Reader

-START HERE-

"Hey Hermione, Ron" Y/n says as she takes a seat with them at the great hall at the Gryffindor Table even-though she's a Ravenclaw. "Hey" Ron says with a bunch of food in his mouth "For god's sake, Ron" He stops chewing and looks at Hermione with a confusing look crawling on his face "What?" "Chew your food before you speak or done even speak at all" she says with an annoyed look on her face. "Alright, sorry" Ron says as he goes back to eating. "Tough Morning huh?" Y/n says trying to cool down the tension "Clearly" "Where Harry?" Y/n says realizing that the so called 'Chosen One' wasn't present in his usual seat. "I thought you knew" Hermione says while looking around for the troublemaker. "No" just then, the great hall doors open and Harry walks in with the Weasley twins, Seamus, Oliver, Neville, Cedric and a few other guys....but something was wrong....they weren't wearing uniform but instead full on suits with a red rose pin on the pocket side which was also accompanied by a handkerchief which was red as well. In Harry's hands was a bouquet of lavender flowers, your favorite kind of flowers. Before any of you had time to react Harry was already in front of you and knelt on one knee as he said something you weren't ever expecting him to do...

"Y/n Y/L/N, may I have the pleasure of taking you to the Yule Ball as my date?"

All the students in the great hall started to whisper and gossip but you didn't care, all you cared about was your closest friend since his arrival to the school was actually asking you out to be his partner to the Yule Ball and of course you said...

"Yes"

Screams and shouts were all heard through out the entire hall and even Professor Dumbledore himself was clapping his hands as so were the other teachers although Snape wasn't really that happy, I mean who would blame him, the most troublemaking student was asking out his daughter to the Yule Ball and even-though Severus despised Harry Potter and his well-being existence he knew that his daughter was as well feeling the same way Harry does for her and so, as a parent separating that special connection would just be down right wrong.

~3 DAYS LATER~

"Luna, hello" Harry said as he entered the empty Ravenclaw Common Room. "Harry, Welcome, you really early, waiting for Y/n?" Luna says as she finishes up the last few touches on her outfit. "Yes, and you stunning by the way"

"Thank you, this used to be mother's she always said it helped to keep away the Nargles" "Um, yes, and sorry about your mother's...you know" he says as he rubs the back of his neck in nervousness of saying something disrespectful "Don't be, death is a natural cycle in life and losing someone you love dearly towards death is something we should all learn to move on from, because they will forever truly be in our hearts and that matters the most.

Harry nodded his head and Luna was about to leaving heading towards the door but wished Harry a goodnight before exiting. "Luna, can you please help me" Y/n said screaming in the hallways. "Uh, hey Y/n it's Harry and Luna already left" "Oh shit, oh uh- hey Harry, could you do me a favor?" "Yeah sure anything, what is it?" "Just come and I'll tell you" "Ok, where are you?" "In the bedroom on the left side of the common room with a door that has the name Ravens on it" "Okay on it" Harry made his way towards your room and knocked on the door and you allowed him to enter. "Harry!" Y/n said with a faint grin on her face. "Hey Y/n is everything alrig-" Harry turned around from facing the door, and saw how astonishing you looked before silently cursing under his breath. "Whoa" "Wha- Harry!" Y/n says snapping her fingers in front of his face waking him up from his trance. "Shit, I'm so sorry Y/n uh, you look mesmerizing by the way"

A visible red hot steam of blush spread widely through out Y/n's face as she push a strand of hair away from their face. "Thank you Harry, you not too shabby yourself.

Now it was Harry's turn to blush as he looked down at the floor hoping you didn't see the obvious red all over his face. "T-thank you Y/n" silence fell as you both looked at almost everything in the entire room except each other. "Oh what did you want me to help you with?" "Oh um, m-my dress, you see I can't really reach the zipper on my own so I was hoping Luna could do it for me but since she left could you?" "Uh, of course, but why don't you just use magic?" he said making his way towards you "We tried that yesterday but it turns out that magic can't be used for everything as it squashing me tightly really hard so I decided to just use the odd fashioned way" "The odd fashioned way?" "Yea" "I'm pretty sure it's old-fashioned not odd" he said now right in front of you but there was still a distance between you both. "Wow, who are you? Hermione?" you both bursted out into laughter and eventually managed to cool down.

"Okay, so will you do it?" "Sure" he made his way behind you, looking down he could see your wearing a black lingerie and he instantly began to swallow hard a loud yet audible gallon of saliva down his throat, enough for Y/n to hear. "Harry, you good?" she said with a bit of worry in her voice. "Mhmm yeah, all good" he said. He gripped on Y/n's waist gently and pulled her back a bit to rough and fast which made Y/n's voice hitch but lucky Harry didn't hear because he was too distracted by your well structured back to even hear or see anything happening around him. Without thinking he started to rub Y/n's back smoothly making her moan quietly under her breath as it started to increase the more Harry had his hands on her back. Y/n arched her head back onto Harry's shoulder, eyes closed as Harry started to place soft peaks and kisses on her neck and shoulder. He eventually pulled her on his chest and Y/n couldn't help but moan loudly at the connection of their bodies. Lucky the whole Ravenclaw common room and all rooms were empty or else you would've been caught in such a sinister act and if Snape ever found out, they both would have been dead meat.

"H-Harry~" Y/n moaned. Harry hummed in response as he started to place his free hand on Y/n's clothed clit, rubbing it smoothly. "We have to go, m-my f-father w-will b-e suspicious of o-our absence" Y/n barely managed to speak due to all the pleasure and teasing she was receiving. "Okay" Harry finally agreed and stopped what he was doing and zipped Y/n dress and they both left the bedroom exiting the Ravenclaw house and arriving at where the Yule Ball was being held but Harry didn't let her enter without placing a delicate and passionate kiss on her lips after Y/n had granted him permission and with that they, entered receiving ooh and aahs from everyone. Making both of their faces as red as Snape's face was after he noticed small purple spots on Y/n's shoulder that nobody else knew and saw but decided to keep it to himself because he knew that he could trust Y/n and they wouldn't do it due to the fact that Y/n plagued to her father to only do it after she isn't a minor and for now she and Harry were only 15...

-THE END-

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fandom-imagines · 3 years ago

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Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Professor!Snape x Student!Lupin!Reader

Warnings: Teacher x Student relationship

Words: 1.7k

Note: Waddup it’s 5am and I wrote a Snape fanfiction after months of being incredibly unmotivated.

Despite the immense age gap and house difference, Y/N had felt a pull towards the trio ever since they joined Hogwarts a few years earlier. Although it caused an annoying amount of hate from her house, Y/N didn’t care; protecting the three Gryffindor’s felt like her life purpose, even if her boyfriend, secret boyfriend at that, appeared to hate them all.

“Severus, you can’t just bully the poor kids. They’re only thirteen!” She said with an exasperated sigh. “Come on… for me?” The witch continued, a pleading look on her face, one which the potions master simply rolled his eyes at.

“Don’t try that with me, Y/N.”

With one small huff, she admitted defeat. “At least be nicer?”

“I suppose I can agree to that.”

To her, the younger students were like family; her younger siblings, even if one of them did have a huge, and obvious, crush on her. It was sweet, truly.

“Seriously, Y/N/N, I’ll be fine.” Harry smiled softly, a light blush dusting his cheeks when she ruffled his hair.

“I’ll keep an eye out for you, Harry.” She said with a wink before picking up her potions book, having been studying at the table with the trio during their lesson – as approved by Snape himself, and left, blissfully unaware of the eyes following her.

Harry let out a longing sigh. “She looks just like a dream, doesn’t she? I mean, come on, she must be the prettiest girl that I’ve ever seen.” Harry himself was also unaware of the eyes staring at him, someone who couldn’t say anything due to his agreement with Y/N: Severus Snape.

“She is quite pretty,” Hermione nodded in agreement, “but be real, Harry, she’s in her last year here and is four years older than you!” She continued, her words being something Snape agreed with for once in her time at the school.

“Yeah, she is,” Ron also agreed with his friends.

With a roll of his eyes, the professor strolled towards the talking trio, shoving the boys’ heads down in a silent warning to be quiet or they would face one of his awful detentions.

The four of them - Y/N, Ron, Hermione, and Harry – were seated in the grounds. A book was in Hermione’s hand, probably studying for the upcoming potions exam, whilst Harry and Ron were chatting about something probably unimportant as per usual, and Y/N’s eyes were resting on a group of students, ones which reminded her of her father and his friends: the marauders as they were commonly known back in the days, not that she knew that, of course. She only knew the stories that her father had told her; she didn’t even know their names, yet somehow this group reminded her of her father in his younger years.

“Good afternoon, Professor Lupin,” Hermione greeted with a smile, finally looking up from her book.

“Hello, Hermione,” he also greeted the third year, worriedly glancing over towards his daughter. Not that he would say anything considering nobody but Dumbledore knew of their relationship, as expected.

“Oh, hi, Professor.” Y/N said upon noticing him. “How are you today?”

“I’m quite alright, Y/N. How are you?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

The five of them sat in silence for a moment before a familiar dark-haired man walked past them, desperately avoiding their gazes, particularly Y/N’s which left her confused and worried that she had done something.

“I’ll be back soon,” were her finals words before rushing to catch up with her lover, leaving behind confused friends and father.

The dungeons were cold, goosebumps rising on the Slytherins arms, and she internally cursed herself for not wearing a jacket this weekend.

She lightly knocked on the dungeon door, gently opening the door to the empty classroom where Snape sat, marking essays.

“Hey,” Y/N said softly, an almost whisper. “You okay?”

He looked up at the girl, a smile almost forming on his lips at the sight of her, but not yet visible.

“Hello,” he replied, ignoring her second question whilst watching her pull up a stool opposite him at the desk.

“What’s up?”

“I didn’t realise you were so close to the Dark Art’s teacher,” came his simple response as he began marking the paper in front of him.

“Wait,” the witch paused for a moment, “are you jealous?”

Snape rolled his eyes at her question yet avoided her gaze which gave away his answer considering he wasn’t one to typically do that.

“You are! Oh, Merlin, I’m sorry. I uh-” Hesitation was evident in her voice, earning a confused look from the man. “I probably shouldn’t tell you this but, he’s my father.”

She watched him closely for any sort of reaction, worrying when his entire body tensed.

“I see,” came his blunt response.

The two sat in silence for a few moments, a silence which was both comfortable yet uncomfortable at the same time. It was almost as though he was deep in thought; perhaps too deep to even acknowledge her presence. The look on his face made her feel somewhat afraid to speak up. She wasn’t afraid of him, not at all, but she feared rejection from the man she loves so ardently. So, instead of speaking, she decided to enter her own thoughts.

She wasn’t entirely sure if he reciprocated her feelings. Sure, he liked her, but she wasn’t sure if he loved her, despite being together for almost a year now which was why she didn’t want to say anything that could potentially scare him away.

“Are you okay?” He asked, finally noticing her being deep in her own thoughts.

“Do you love me?” Came her unexpected words, shocking both of them and causing a blush to run up her cheeks.

He hesitated for a moment, despite knowing that the answer was definitely yes.

“I think you should leave,” he said bluntly out of mere panic at the thought of expressing his true emotions.

She swallowed harshly, silently nodding and exiting the room, leaving behind a frustrated – only at himself – Severus behind, too afraid to go after her out of pure fear. He couldn’t express his emotions, that would be a weakness, especially now he knows that her father is a man he hates.

“If you’re going then I’m coming with you guys!” Y/N stated as Harry and Hermione tried to convince her to go back to the castle and let them help Ron.

There wasn’t time for debate, the duo simply nodding before the three of them rushed after Ron, desperate to save him.

“Peter Pettigrew!” Sirius Black yelled, pointing towards Scabbers who was being held tightly by Ron.

Y/N was stood in front of the trio in a vain attempt at protecting them, although it was becoming crystal clear that Sirius had no intent of hurting Harry; she trusted her father with all her heart, so if he trusted Sirius with Harry then she did too.

The door to the room swung open, revealing Severus, the man who had been ignoring Y/N for the past week. He was worried, an expected reaction for a man who had figured out his girlfriend had followed the Golden Trio to find Sirius Black.

“Well, well, look who we have here.” He snarled, pointing his wand towards Sirius and Remus who, in his mind, were a threat to the four students, although his primary focus was protecting Y/N. “Sirius Black and his husband. Helping an old friend into the castle, are we, Remus?”

Y/N’s eyes darted between the three men, worry forming on her face, still trying to protect the trio.

“It isn’t like that, Severus,” Remus attempted to calm the potions teacher, having noticed this stress on everybody’s faces. “He’s innocent!”

Without Hermione realising, Harry had taken her wand and pointed it at Sirius.

“Expelliamus,” he spoke, switching the wands focus to Snape who flew backwards.

“Severus!” Y/N yelled, rushing towards the unconscious raven-haired man leaving everyone confused besides Remus who understood immediately, eyes widening but not saying anything just yet.

The reveal of Scabbers’ true identity went through the girl’s head without a second thought, her main focus being the unaware man. When the rest of the crew ran off, she stayed. She always would stay.

When his eyes shot open, a groan leaving his lips Y/N was quick to ask if he was okay, earning a simple nod from him.

“Come on,” she muttered, helping him to his feet. “We need to find them.”

Exhaustion took over Y/N’s body the following day as she sat in the Slytherin common room with a few friends, dark circles beneath her eyes and a splitting headache running through her head. The conversation with her friends was too interesting that she didn’t notice the portrait swing open and the head of house enter to room, strolling up to the group and clearing his throat to gain their attention.

“Can I speak to you, Y/N?” He asked, an unnoticeable nervous look in his eyes.

“Sure, Professor,” she said, following him through the portrait he had previously entered through.

“What is it?” Were her first words as she took a seat beside him by his command.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine…?”

He shook his head in somewhat of an annoyance.

“It was a tough night, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Are you? You took quite the hit to the head.” She said, dodging the question much like he had an earlier day when she asked if he was okay.

“I am,” he said, deciding to let her avoidance slide, knowing that she most likely didn’t want to talk about it right now, and that was okay. He would always be there for her.

A silence formed between them, Severus choosing his next words carefully.

“You asked me a question,” he stated.

“Did I?”

He hesitated. “You asked if I love you.”

A bright red blush formed on Y/N’s cheeks, and she simply shrugged.

“I do love you, quite dearly at that.”

Her eyes widened, blush darkening at his words. He could never understand how much that meant to her.

“I love you too, Severus. Even if my dad knows about us now, he can’t change that.”

“I’m glad,” he said, a small smile on his lips at her words.

“Yeah, you better be.” While her words were teasing, which he knew, he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

His rough hand reached out for hers, grasping it with such gentleness one couldn’t picture him being capable of.

“I love you, Y/N.”

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