#Severus Snape biography

[roseburning]

The Fairytale of Severus Snape

I made a video based on the song: “Fairytale„ by Alexander Rybak on The Sims 4 featuring the life of Severus Snape, mainly his tumultuous relationship with Lily Evans Potter and how his relationship with mr. Harry Potter is a continuation of that turmoil.

This explores from their childhood friendship, passing through the rough adolescence and bullying, her death, his hard years as the Potions Master in Hogwarts and, finally, his death.

I do believe that his song was perfect for him, only surpassed by “Always„ by Bon Jovi, perhaps.

This video means a lot to me, as it took me about an entire month to finish it. Besides, when I took the decision of making this video I only had I rough idea of what was the Harry Potter saga, so I decided to actually check the source material for a better understanding of what I was doing. During the month I spent doing this project, I watched eight (8) films and read two (2) books. I'm currently reading Prisoner of Azkaban.

I must thank this video for bringing me, definitively, to the Harry Potter fandom.

With all my love and dedication, Rose.

P.S.: Here's all the Custom Content I used in this video with links.

[eileenprideprince]

Biography

1st part

IDENTITY CARD

Name : Prince

First name(s : Eileen Pride

Nickname(s): -

Date of birth : January 24, 1983

Place of birth : Glasgow, Scotland, UK Gende r: Female

House : Slytherin

Occupation : Student at Hogwarts

2nd part

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

General impression of the character (on others):

Eileen is tall compared to other girls her age. She has a pale complexion, as if she has never seen the daylight, and her skin is thin, revealing her veins that appear bluish in some places. Her hair is black as ink, cut into a bob, straight with a fringe that she sometimes cuts a bit too short. Being naturally slender, she has a hollow face and dark circles are often marked under her eyes. Her eyes are green, a sage green that seems to pierce through when she looks at us. She does not have a very expressive face, she is rather pretty, but she does not fit the "general" beauty standards.

Morphology (body, face) : Slender, lean, tall

Height : 1m71 (5'7 ft)

Skin color : White

Eye color : Green

Hair : Straight, bob cut, black

Style of clothing : Mostly in uniform, otherwise always dressed in dark colors

3rd part

CHARACTER

Eileen is of impassive nature, very inexpressive, often going unnoticed among other students. She rarely speaks, participates little during lessons, and is often alone in public. She seems insensitive to teasing, pays little attention to rules, and often prefers to avoid crowded corridors. She is also very mysterious about her origins, childhood, and family, but can be good company if one takes the time to scratch the shell of stoicism she has built.

4th part

MEDICAL/PSYCHOLOGY

HEALTH/HYGIENE :

General health condition: Good

Sleep: She is often awake at night due to her insomnia and takes advantage of it to wander the corridors.

PSYCHOLOGY :

Variable. Despite her detached air, she internalizes a lot and is actually someone who is very stressed and very aware of the surrounding danger (the context in which she was raised, especially seeing her father regularly risking his life playing a double role, makes her one of the indirect witnesses of all the attempts by the Dark Lord to bring down Harry Potter.).

Behavioral disorder(s) : Anxiety, insomnia, selective mutism during traumatic events (especially if someone yells at her, she easily loses her composure)

General level of nervousness : 8/10 General level of violence : 2/10

Phobia(s) : It's paradoxical, but she is extremely anxious about sleeping, being alone, and especially not seeing her father come back after each mission.

Other : She is a good Occlumens, but a very average Legilimens.

5th part

FAMILY BACKGROUND

Father : Severus Snape

Mother : ?

Siblings : -

6th part

RELATIONSHIP

General behavior towards others : When facing strangers, Eileen is naturally suspicious and very discreet. Once she gets to know a person, she can reveal a part of herself that is very carefree and even appears to be somewhat immodest compared to her usual behavior.

Sexual orientation : To be defined

Ease of attachment level : 2/10

7th part

LIFESTYLE AND LIVING ENVIRONMENT

Patronus : Her patronus is a spider whose body distorts strangely when she moves.

Hobby, occupation(s) : Since she was little, her father improvised potions lessons in their living room when she couldn't sleep, and as she grew older, she developed a taste for it. Even before she could read properly, Eileen could distinguish any flower by its smell, recognize the leaves of plants by their shape, and adapt the ingredients according to the effect the potion should have. She excels in this subject and even reached a university level in her 5th year, although during class she simply does what is required with brilliance.

8th part

BIOGRAPHY

Eileen Pride Prince was born on January 24, 1983, the only daughter of Severus Snape and a witch whose name is not mentioned. She carries the first and middle name of her father's mother, thus avoiding direct association with him while paying homage to their family history.

Her second name, "Pride," was given to her by Minerva, who, along with Dumbledore and Severus, is the only one aware of her origins.

During her childhood, and up until the war broke out in 1997, her father's true identity was kept secret to protect his role as a spy and Death Eater in service to Dumbledore. Eileen then grew up at Hogwarts, tossed between the forbidden ingredient reserves where she spent hours learning while her father took inventory, late-night potions lessons improvised in their living room, and the dark corridors where Mrs. Norris was sometimes her only company.

She excels in many subjects but stands out especially in potions, which she had mastered even before learning to read properly. Her entire childhood was filled with the scents of cauldrons, the vapors of macerating plants, and the bottling of potions that her father prepared, which she took care to label to help him.

A member of the Slytherin house, Eileen is known for being very intelligent, confident, and extremely cunning. Despite her cold nature, expressionless face, and imperturbable demeanor, she suffers from anxiety that often prevents her from sleeping, condemning her to wander the castle corridors in search of rest.

She has an unconditional love for her father, who raised and protected her despite the circumstances in which she was born and who continues to prioritize her whenever he can. Their relationship is unusual in that they rarely see each other during the day, contenting themselves with a teacher/student relationship when necessary. In the evenings, however, she takes advantage of the opportunity to slip into his office while Severus corrects his students' work, speaking rarely during these moments when she prefers to simply listen to him complain about his mediocre students.

As she grew older, her striking resemblance to Severus often made her the target of ridicule by other students. Her bony face, black hair, and drawn features reminded many of the Potions Master, who had never denied their relationship. In reality, the probability that they were linked in any way was so absurd that no one had ever gone beyond the mockery, thus preserving the secret that represents for Eileen the story of her life.

[lily-evxns]

Biography 🫶

Born in Cokeworth, England, Lily Evans is the youngest daughter of her Muggle parents, George and Rose Evans. The Evans aren’t an extremely wealthy family, but Lily enjoyed a comfortable childhood alongside her older sister, Petunia, with whom she was quite close to during those years. The neighbours often spotted the sisters chasing each other across the fields or racing their bicycles down the countryside roads. It was rare to see one of them without the other. 

Lily’s world was forever changed when she was nine years old, and met a young boy from Spinner’s End. Severus Snape, or Sev, as she called him. He had been the person who told her that she was a witch, and taught her all he knew about the wizarding world before she had received her letter. It should have been a time in her childhood that she remembered fondly, but her new abilities and her friendship with Severus strained Lily’s relationship with her sister, so much that it never truly recovered.

As did all magical children, Lily received her Hogwarts letter on her 11th birthday, much to the joy of her parents. She could hardly contain her excitement when her family accompanied her to Diagon Alley to buy her school supplies, even though it had taken a while to figure out how the different currency worked there. The following September, Lily began her attendance at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She met other students on the train and on the way to the Great Hall, where she was sorted into Gryffindor House. She went on to share a dormitory with three other Gryffindors; Mary, Marlene and Dorcas.

It hadn’t taken long for Lily to make her mark in Hogwarts, both inside and outside of the classroom. She found it surprisingly easy to make friends with the other students, at least compared to the children in her Muggle primary school. Now, she knew there was a reason as to why she always felt different to them. Now, she knew there was a place where she could feel like she belonged.

As the months went by, Lily soon began to excel in her studies, displaying a particular proficiency for Charms and Potions. Her skills eventually led to Professor Slughorn inviting her to join his Slug Club in fourth-year, which became a milestone for her. Throughout the years, she continued to excel in her studies, to such an extent that she was given the roles of Prefect and later Head Girl.

With such a busy life, Lily sometimes struggles with balancing it all. She relies on her friends and housemates for support, although she was a little hesitant at first as she was usually the one who supported the people around her. Now, she's not so afraid to ask for help, though she will have the occasional breakdown if she's coming back late from the library late and can't remember the goddamn password after ten tries.

[maxdibert]

Rumor has it that Severus Snape will be a black man in the new series thing and snapedom seems to have a problem with this, which I'm genuinely shocked becuz the number of black people who have faced realities incredibly similar to Severus Snape's it's insane.

I attended a wealthy Christian school for most of my life and I was one of the only black girls in my class. comments about my "potato" nose and my hair, which at that time I didn't know how to take care of so I chose not to wash it during the school week, it was a thing.

My financial situation was not favorable either and I honestly felt horrible in that place where all the children had a cell phone and I didn't even have a television. I did everything to fit in, I pretended to like subjects like Kpop or whatever just to have something in common with someone.

Since the school was Christian, all the children were forced to pray in the morning before classes, I didn't like it, I didn't even know what was christianity and I had never been to church before that. And despite that, I made an effort to participate in my school's religious club every week literally to be part of something and escape a little from my house, which was a horrible and suffocating place back then.

sorry to write a literal biography, I just wanted to make my point clear. like, Severus Snape being black is not absurd, I didn't like the choice of actor so much because he's too much of handsome, but like, Severus Snape being black isn't the problem.

I'm going crazy, I thought this was kind of obvious, I've never been so disappointed with this fandom.

[amcrtentias]

breathless laughter. dark hair, flecked with snow. a lazy smile. the crunch of boots on frosty grass. feeling your heart in your throat. charging headfirst into danger. never backing down. unshakable confidence. brothers, not in blood but in bond. a flash of brilliance. standing up for what you believe in. a collage of polaroids, held up by fridge magnets. holding court at the kitchen table. fighting for a better future. giving everything you have, or nothing at all.

statistics.

full name:  james fleamont potter nickname(s): prongs name meaning:  supplanter age: twenty-three date of birth:  march 31st star sign:  aries place of birth:  godric's hollow, devonshire current location:  whitehall, london  gender:  non-binary pronouns:  he/they sexual orientation:  bisexual occupation:  junior auror family: fleamont "monty" potter (father, deceased), euphemia "effie" potter (née greengrass, mother, deceased) education:  gryffindor alumnus, head boy for the graduating class of 1973 living arrangements:  lives in a flat in whitehall, not far from the ministry building wand: eleven inches, mahogany and dragon heartstring patronus:  stag boggart: himself, frozen in fear, powerless to save anyone

biography. (death tw)

Miracle. There was really no other way to describe the unexpected arrival of James Potter, born on a particularly windy evening in March to parents who were already well into their fifties. Fleamont and Euphemia Potter had long-since accepted how unlikely it was they would ever conceive - first due to Euphemia's continued ill health, and then because of their advanced age - so when it became apparent that, in spite of everything, their family was about to grow, they were nothing short of delighted.

Growing up, James wanted for nothing. He was the only child the Potters would ever have, and to them, he was the most precious thing in the world. His happiness was paramount, and he was happy - his parents' attentions may have made him spoilt and conceited, but they also made him invincible. James has never once doubted his ability to do anything he set his mind to, and his charm and precociousness endeared him to practically everyone he came into contact with. He was set for life in a way that pureblood children rarely are.

When the time came for them to go off to Hogwarts, James approached their new environment with the same kind of lazy confidence they applied to everything else. It never crossed their mind to be nervous, so sure were they of their place in the world and the path they were on - they would just be themselves, and everything else would follow, as it always did.

He was sorted into Gryffindor house, the same as his father before him, and it was there that his reputation was made. James loved to be the center of attention, and by now he was excellent at putting himself there, each stunt designed to show off how clever and funny he was. Only his best friends - Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew - were allowed a glimpse of the boy that existed beneath James' constant theatrics. A caring boy. A loyal boy. The boy that refused to abandon Remus when his lycanthropy became obvious, the boy that transformed himself into a stag so his friend wouldn't have to suffer alone.

Years passed, and the Marauders (as they had begun to call themselves) became well known throughout the school. James's perpetual swagger had only worsened with age, and the pranks they and their friends were notorious for got bigger and more elaborate... sometimes downright spiteful. It was a game, to see just how much they could get away with. The only one that never seemed to fall for James’s tricks was Lily Evans, so naturally they became obsessed with impressing her, never missing an opportunity to show off for her benefit. It all came to a head the summer after they completed their OWLs, where a stupid prank almost cost Severus Snape his life.

This near-miss was exactly the wake up call James needed. When he returned for his sixth year at Hogwarts, he was a different man - still mischievous and outgoing, but without much of the arrogance that governed his actions until that point. He was resolved to be better, and so he was. This version of James actually had a chance at a friendship with Lily, and in seventh year, when they were named head boy and head girl, that's exactly what happened. James began to appreciate her for all she was, rather than the simple prize he'd treated her as before. But it was too late to ask for more, wasn't it? Two years of good behaviour didn't seem like enough to make up for five years of being a complete prick.

Since leaving Hogwarts, James has joined up with the auror office, finding themselves more suited to field work than being stuck behind a desk. The training has been difficult, but they’re confident they’ll see it through to the end - and they're all skills they can apply to their extra-curriculars for the Order of the Phoenix. James lost both of their parents to dragon pox last year, their father passing within days of their mother. It devastated them, but they’ve been putting on a brave face for months.

other things.

Since the passing of his parents, James has not returned to his family home in Godric's Hollow. The Potting Shed was left to him in their estate, of course, but he can't bear the thought of living there without them.

James is a dedicated follower of the Holyhead Harpies. This has nothing to do with the fact that they think Gwenog Jones is really fit.

The frames of his current glasses were chosen as an homage to muggle singer-songwriter John Lennon. He privately thinks of himself as the Lennon of the Marauders (which is hilarious, because he's obviously McCartney).

James has spent the better part of two years growing out their moustache. It will remain on their face, regardless of any teasing from their friends, until such a time that Lily Evans asks them to shave it off.

James and his parents are the only pureblood Potters. His mother was a Greengrass before marriage, and his father's original surname was Kumhar.

[sunstaiined]

wasn’t that ISOLDE DRAGOVA walking the cobbled roads of coňstanja? it’s nice to see the COUSIN TO THE KING, LIEUTENANT out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they are notoriously BRUTAL, whilst also managing to be quite ASSIDUOUS. the THIRTY-TWO year old is eager to explore bran keep. i heard that they themselves AREN'T divine. it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of FRACTURE PATTERNS IN PORCELAIN EXPOSED KNUCKLES, WOOD WHERE IT ROTS IN THE HOLLOW CARCASS OF A HOME LONG SINCE ABANDONED, PASSION PASSION PASSION IN THE DIARY OF AN OXYGEN THIEF.

BASICS.

FULL NAME.   isolde draya dragova PREFERRED NAME.   no nicknames if you want to keep your head; isolde only AGE.   thirty-two GENDER / PRONOUNS.   non-binary, they+them SEXUAL ORIENTATION.   queer PLACE OF BIRTH.   coňstanja SPECIES. non-divine, human STATUS.   unmarried TITLE / ROLE.   cousin to king stefan, lieutenant in the army

PERSONALITY.

POSITIVE TRAITS.  self-assured, assiduous, calculating, determined NEGATIVE TRAITS.   taunting, obstinate, impulsive, competitive MBTI.   istp TROPES.   blood knight, the ace, anti-hero, deadpan snarker, ineffectual loner INSPIRATION.   levi ackermann (attack on titan), tywin lannister (game of thrones), carolyn martens (killing eve),severus snape (harry potter), miranda hobbes (satc), taissa (yellowjackets), johanna mason (the hunger games)

BIOGRAPHY.

you were nine years old when your family was slaughtered. your father the uncle to the king, your mother a noblewoman who had grown in court with him. all you know is that they were rebels, a band of insurgents who spat upon the dragova rule, descended upon your family’s estate like vultures. there were no warnings, no negotiations -- just steel and fire, just screams and the wet sound of blades carving through flesh. earlier that day you had just come back from your first hunting session with your father, the excitement still rampant as you tried to sleep only to be woken by the sounds of commotion below you. the next -- you remember the heat of the blood soaking through your clothes, the iron tang of it in the air as you hid beneath your mother’s body, her arms still wrapped around you, stiffening with death.

the rebels did not kill for strategy that night -- they killed for spectacle. they wanted a message written in dragova blood: your bloodline is not untouchable. your rule is not absolute. but they made a mistake. they left you alive.

king stefan, your cousin, took you into the palace, raised you within the royal court as a ward of the crown, like a stray dog brought in from the cold. but you were never truly one of them; a ghost in gilded halls, your presence a reminder of the fragility of power and the cost of weakness. while others whispered condolences and empty sympathies, nobles watching you carefully with pity or fear, you burned with a hatred you did not know how to control. none of them knew what it meant to lose everything and live with it. they whispered behind their jeweled hands about how your grief would break you, how the tragedy would swallow you whole. grief did not break you -- it reforged you into something of steel. you did not become soft; you became sharp. you did not seek comfort; you sought purpose.

by the time you were old enough to hold a blade, you already knew how you would die -- not cowering like your family, not as a corpse left for a message, but on your feet, with your enemy’s throat crushed in your hands. you trained long past exhaustion, long past pain determined to carve your place in the divine army, even without divine power. you learned that to stand among the divine, you would have to be twice as brutal, twice as relentless. If they struck once, you struck three times. if they killed cleanly, you made sure your enemies suffered. you could not burn your foes alive or call the light of the gods to smite them, so instead, you fought with tactical precision and merciless efficiency.

you did not make friends among your brothers-in-arms. you did not share drinks in the barracks or join in their laughter. you trained and fought and bled. you kept your distance because you knew loss too well -- because attachments only meant weakness, only meant more bodies in the dirt. on the battlefield you were a force of nature -- you might not have been close with your men, but you looked out for them anyway, put your life on the line just like the rest of them. regardless of personal opinion, there is a baseline of respect that comes from sharing a battlefield, sharing blood in that way.

you were the shadow of the dragova line -- the soldier who never hesitated, never relented. when your superiors saw your brutality, your tactical mind, your unshakable discipline, they had no choice but to promote you to lieutenant. not because they liked you or had the favor of the gods, but because you got the job done.

you are still dragova by blood. The court cannot ignore you, but they cannot control you either. you attend banquets in silence, listen to politics unfold, let the nobles underestimate you. they see your scars, your distant stare, and they forget that a starving wolf is more dangerous than a fattened one. even as a lieutenant, you remained a ghost among your own ranks -- always present, always watching, but never truly one of them. you spent yours sharpening your sword, perfecting your technique, studying your enemies.

you were not here for comradeship. you were here for revenge. and when the rebellion rises again, when the traitors show their faces once more -- you will be waiting. this time, you will not be the survivor, you will be the executioner.

[severusbsnape]

BASICS:

Name: Severus Benjamin Snape Age & Birthday: 22, 9th of January Gender & Pronouns: Cis-male & he/him Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Potion Maker Blood Status: Half-blood House: Slytherin Affiliation: Death Eater Family: Only Child Languages: English and French Residence: Lives in a concealed flat in muggle London

MAGICAL:

Boggart: Lily Dying Patronus: Doe Amortenia: tbd OWLs: Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Astronomy, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, Potions, Transfiguration, Divination NEWTs: Defence Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, Dinvination.

PERSONALITY: 

+ honest, loyal & practical - unforgiving, greedy & cynical

BIOGRAPHY:

Severus Snape is an only child, born to a muggle father, Tobias and pureblood witch, Eileen Snape. He was raised in the poor area of Spinner's End, a muggle dwelling, that was close to Lily and Petunia Evans. He met them when he was nine years old and instantly fell in love with Lily Evans, though only a friendship would be formed.

It was together they would attend Hogwarts, though the excitement was short lived when he was placed into Slytherin and she was put into Gryffindor. He rather excelled in his studies, potions and defense against the dark arts became his passion. This is also when he formed a hatred for the likes of James Potter and Sirius Black, tired of their constant bullying. Though over the years it did put a strain on his friendship with Lily, having them falling out in his fifth year when he took to a group of Slytherins who believed in a pure society. He was part of Slughorn's group for his talent's in potion-making.

The hardest part for Severus was losing Lily and he found himself going through a downward spiral where he would seek out the physical touch of others, but unable to form any meaningful connections, his heart still belonging to a certain redhead.

Shortly out of Hogwarts, Snape was recruited to be a Death Eater, soon after regretting his choices, unable to fully believe in what they had to offer. Though, he kept his head down and did what was needed of him, not wanting to draw attention to himself.

One had paid attention to his struggles and approached him one day about potentially moving to the side where he belongs. It was the years of conditioning and fear, that he refused the offer, finding that he drew more away from society and a bitterness took over his soul, even more so when he sees Lily with James Potter.

[slytherintragedy]

♡ FULL NAME: Felix Jackson Rosier ♡ KNOWN AS: Eli ♡ BIRTHDAY: October 21, 1968 ♡ GENDER & PRONOUNS: Male - He /Him ♡ ORIENTATION: Biromantic, Pansexual ♡ BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood ♡ HEIGHT: 5'10” ♡ WEIGHT: 154 lbs ♡ EYE COLOR: Brown ♡ HAIR COLOR: Brunette ♡ SPECIES: Wizard (Human) ♡ PLACE OF RESIDENCE: London, England, Great Britain, Hogwarts ♡ OCCUPATION: Student, Dragonologist ♡ HOUSE: Slytherin ♡ PATRONUS: Ocicat ♡ WAND: 10", Rowan, Phoenix feather ♡ FACECLAIM: Ashby Gentry

BIOGRAPHY

Felix was born to Elias and Rosemary Rosier, younger brother of Evan Rosier. He was born into a well-known and respected old pure-blood line. During his time at Hogwarts his father, became friends with Tom Riddle, due to that became one of the first to become a Death Eater when the Dark Lord started rising. And which given the fact his grandmother Vinda Rosier was arguably Gellert Grindelwald's most trusted and loyal Acolyte, it's safe to say his family had a pattern of becoming loyal subjects to whomever they deemed worthy. Even his aunt, Druella Rosier, achieved power and position when she married into the ancient and most noble House of Black, a pureblood family with roots every bit as deep, and coffers even fuller, than those of the Rosiers. However unlike many other members of his family, Felix did not want to become a Dark Wizard, and was instead interested in dragons.

Felix started attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in 1980 and was sorted into Slytherin. His Head of House at the time was Horace Slughorn, though Severus Snape took over the position in Felix's second year after Slughorn left. In his third year, Felix took at least Care of Magical Creatures as an elective.

In his fifth year, Felix was chosen as the male prefect on his house, and was responsible for watching over first-year students of his house. He told them about the importance of the House Cup and often told his fellow Slytherins to earn as many house points as possible.

On the first day of education that year, Felix found out that first-year Elena Jenkins, younger sister of the infamous Jacob Jenkins who had previously been in Slytherin and expelled from Hogwarts, had managed to lose ten house points in a Potions class. Over time, Felix and Elena began to have a more positive relationship as Elena proved to be a very successful house point earner. Felix eventually taught Elena how to duel, even if it was against a fellow Slytherin Merula Snyde.

In his sixth year, Felix lead his fellow Slytherins to prank Gryffindors whose behavior after the latter house's Quidditch victory against the former started annoying Slytherins. This act, however, lead to Slytherin losing 50 points at the end of the year.

Before graduating Hogwarts, Felix taught Elena about the Freezing Charm, the Babbling Beverage and the Snargaluff, as well as made sure to tell Snape that Elena would make a good future prefect.

After graduation, Felix became a Dragonologist, specializing in the Peruvian Vipertooth. He worked at the Swedish dragon reservation.

In September 1988, Gryffindor Prefect and Head Boy William Weasley contacted Felix and invited him to join a meeting at the Three Broomsticks Inn along with other former prefects Chester Davies, Angelica Cole and Jane Court, as well as newly appointed prefects Elena Jenkins and Charles Weasley. At the meeting, Felix told the two about his job, which made Charlie excited, as he was also trying to be a Dragonologist.

[severussnapeconfessions]

I need a chaotic scenario where Severus and 7th year reader are locked in the chamber of secrets and 7th year reader just starts sharing awkward , emotional , and drama filled secrets with him . She also sings muggle songs to kill time and all of it just gets snapes nerves to the point where he just tells them to shut the fuck up and that he isn't a therapist . But then 7th year reader is like "well based on how you act , you definitely have secrets too". Then Severus just trauma dumps and then reader pulls out a random notebook and he's like what the hell are you doing and she tells him she is "helping him resolve and his reorganize his thoughts" but she writing a biography on him and he does not find out till her book is published . Teehee it's so chaotic .

My imagination is running thin, you have all worn me out today. I've never had so much interaction. Let's try.

Shit this is awfully long. I apologize.

It was a Hogsmeade day (yes, again) meaning that most of the students were blissfully out of the castle, which gave Severus plenty of time to wander. Most of his 5th year house mates were out, and Severus heard a particular conversation in the common room that spiked his interest.

"Did you know we have a secret room at Hogwarts?" one of the Slytherin boys said.

"Yeah it's the room of requirement. You have to-" - a girl said, but was interrupted.

"Not that one, everyone knows about that room" the boy said. "It's totally secret no one knows where it is. It's Salazar Slytherins' secret chamber. Merlin knows what he is hiding in there."

"My grandmother told me there was a creature inside. She told me that only the true heir of Slytherin would be able to open the Chamber, and use the creature to kill mudbloods. To purge the school of filth." - you said, joining the conversation.

"That's barbaric" the first boy added. "And I'd appreciate if you didn't use those words."

Severus interest peaked, and he needed to find that room. When the rest of the group scattered around, he approached you. You looked older than he was.

"Hello." he said awkwardly "I heard the conversation you were having over there. Do you know where the chamber is?"

"Hey you. No, the only thing I know is that the access is through one of the bathrooms. My grandmother never got into details."

"Can't you ask her?" he sounded wishful

"She's dead." you said dryly.

"Oh. Sorry. Well..." awkwardly he continued "I'm going to check on the bathrooms. Do you want to come with me?"

"I have an idea where it could be, but we have to be careful not to be caught." you smirked and elbowed him, leaving his side and motioning him to follow.

"Here. I think it is this one. The only question is, how do we open the door? And where the hell is the door?" - you sighed

"Only the heir of Slytherin could open the door. Does it need blood?" Severus asked

"It could be. Any idea where to smear the blood?" you asked.

"No, but neither of us are heirs of Slytherin." Severus pointed

"No, but it is worth a try. I am pure-blooded, who knows?" you said, pulling out your wand from your robes and dabbing at your palm to cut it just enough to have droplets of blood.

"Great, now smear the blood anywhere you can. We have no idea where the entrance is... try the toilets." Severus said

"I am absolutely not going to rub an open wound on a toilet."

"Fine, try... the faucets. It's right in the middle, looks as impossible as any other option here." Severus said, sounding defeated.

You complied, and rubbed your palm over the faucets. A loud churning sound of pipes and stone began to fill the room, and what felt like an earthquake followed.

"Bloody hell you're actually the heir!" - Severus was gobsmacked and tried to stay steady, grabbing her robes and pulling her backwards, away from the opening that was forming.

"I didn't know that either!" you said, truthfully, staring between the faucets and your hand.

When the motion stopped, you approached the opening. It looked like a well.

"I'll go first, if I don't get back, take my Potions book and give it to Lily Evans please." Severus said, putting his wand between his teeth, grabbing the handle nearby the stairs and began descending the well.

After assuring you that the perimeter was safe, you descended and joined him. Some minutes later, both of you were in the very middle chamber of secrets, staring at it's enormity and emptiness.

"My grandmother never told me about this part." you admitted.

Severus stood silent.

"I wish she were here with me" you said gloomily.

Unable to remain silent and not make it more awkward, Severus made small talk.

"For how long has she been gone?"

"Two years. I was your age when I lost her. She was almost like my mother. I grew up without my true mother. She died as well when I was a baby. My father was never in the picture. Pure-blooded but a weasel." you sniffled after replying.

"I am sorry about your loss. I am sure she is very proud of you, both of them, actually." Severus offered, smiling softly at her.

"Right. Now, how do we get out of here?" you were getting too open with a boy you barely knew.

"I don't know. The entrance is no longer visible. Do you think it has a timer of sorts?" Severus asked, eyeing the room

"It could have... If I am the heir of Slytherin it should allow me to leave but at the moment there is no exit visible. Let's wait for a bit."

"Alright."

To his annoyance, your idea of passing time was different than his own. You began to sing.

"Love hurts, love scars Love wounds and marks Any heart Not tough or strong enough To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain Love is like a cloud Holds a lot of rain Love hurts Ooh, ooh, love hurts"

Severus' hair was already prickled in annoyance.

"Must you sing? I was trying to think in a way of getting us both out of here." Severus said between clenched teeth. It didn't help that the bloody room was empty and echoed loudly.

"Sorry. It is my way of coping." you said miserably.

"I understand, but you are not alone in this room." Severus said, annoyed.

"I just miss my grandmother." you pressed, rather offended at his annoyance.

After some minutes of blissful silence, the singing continued.

"It seemed so hard for me to share It's even harder now that you're not there (Now baby) I'm losing sleep over the secrets that you keep (Oh baby) I'm losing sleep over the secrets that you keep"

"Are you serious?" Severus barked "Please submit yourself to the 4th floor of St.Mungo's as soon as we are out of here if you think that singing off key is a healthy way of coping."

"Don't be a prat. And by the way, everyone has secrets. And if the way you act is any hint, I'd say you have a ton of secrets too"

"If I do, I will not share them with you." Severus said, under his breath.

You pull out your notebook and begin scribbling.

"What's, that, what are you doing?" Severus asked, eyeing the notebook from a distance

"Nothing, just organizing my thoughts. You should do it too. You're always so angry. You're just a kid, what reason do you have to be always so angry with everyone?"

"I'm not always angry at everyone, just with a specific group of people." Severus said.

"Why is that'?" you asked, and continued scribbling.

Severus sighed in defeat and slumped to the floor, not really looking at you but staring blankly at the open mouthed wall behind you.

"There's this girl, Lily. She used to be my best friend even before Hogwarts... And you see..."

Severus poured his heart out to you, and you took notes of almost everything he said.

Eventually the chamber shook, and both of you motioned to get up and smeared your blood on the wall that held the previous entrance and exited the chamber.

22 years later, Voldemort had fallen, and a barely alive Severus was declared a war hero, convicted of the murder of Albus Dumbledore, sentenced to a domiciliary prison regime for two years. To his dismay, one of the owls he received on the afternoon after his trial, was heavy and voluminous.

A book.

He unwrapped the parcel and saw his own face, and the title

"Severus Snape, the war hero's love story. by Y/N Y/L/N"

Finite.

notes : no, the chamber doesn't open with blood. lot's of canon inaccuracies to accommodate the requestor's demands.

PHEW

[grimmplacehq]

CHARACTER INFO:

Character name: Severus Snape Age & Birthday: 22 & January 9th Gender & Pronouns: Cismale & He/Him Occupation: Owner, Potent Potables Blood Status: Halfblood Previous House: Slytherin Previous Affiliation: Double Agent Face Claim: Alexander Koch

Severus is taken by Charlie

BIOGRAPHY:

His childhood was far from ideal - it was really no surprise that the dimly lit rooms and surly grounds of his early home in Cokeworth produced a man that was in many ways a reflection. But as a child, Severus knew little more than the sharp tongue of his mother, and the wicked backhand of his father. He kept his nose to his books, helping his mother, Eileen and avoiding Tobias when he could, and for a while, it wasn’t so bad. His father only lashed out when he made mistakes, or when he misbehaved - although both were few and far between - the boy was smarter than that. But it all took a turn for the worse when he started showing his magic in earnest, and that was when he started to come to loathe his father. After all, Severus couldn’t help what he was - he had been born this way, whether he’d wanted to be or not. If Tobias wanted to blame someone, he should have blamed his wife - or himself, for marrying a witch in the first place. But even taking his father into account, he wouldn’t trade his magic for anything, relishing the small moments where his mother would show him more magic, teaching him tricks as they did the chores before Tobias came back home, although those moments were rare. His mother seemed to largely ignore Severus because it was what Tobias expected of her - but it didn’t keep them from fighting regardless, and their misplaced anger and unhappiness often found itself aimed at their son. Magic was Severus' escape - it was what made him unlike his father. It was what made him better. 

So, when he found Lily Evans, it wasn’t hard to imagine his excitement. She was like him. She was magical, and not only did she understand, but she was actually interested in what he had to say. She listened to him, actually wanted to spend time with him - not like the other kids in town that called him names and made fun of him for being poor. Lily was different, and Severus quickly came to care for her a great deal. In truth, she was the first person in his life to give him the time of day. He spent as much time with her as he could, even though largely it meant having to deal with her annoying, non-magical older sister Petunia. Her sister who treated Severus exactly how the other muggle children did. Her sister who was like his father - not understanding, and cruel. She would never understand, she wasn’t like them - and Severus doubted even then that she would ever treat any of them any better. None of them did, why should she be any different?

The boy thought it might get better when he got his Hogwarts letter, but if anything, it got worse as his father tried to keep him in submission in spite of his growing power - his fear coming out in the same usual ways. But it didn’t matter - because come September 1st, he was gone. From the moment he sat down at the long Slytherin table, Hogwarts was more than he could have ever imagined. Finally, he was home. A place he wouldn’t have to hide who he was - where there were nothing but his own kind, people who understood him. His clothes might still be more worn than the rest, but they were always clean and his meals were always hot, and he thought there couldn’t possibly be any place better than here, and just the thought of coming back every year helped him make it through the long summers with his parents back at Spinner’s End. He was finally able to use his intelligence in a way he had yearned to for years, and from the very beginning he was one of the best in his class, excelling in particular in Potions and the Dark Arts - the latter being of particular interest to him. 

But being in Slytherin had started to drive a wedge between Lily and himself, at first simply because their time together was now much more limited. But as she became closer to her housemates, and him to his, they drifted further and further apart, a fact that weighed heavily on Severus. It was clear that she wasn't a fan of his new friends, and he, in turn, would never understand her tolerance of her own housemates - especially the annoying boy James Potter who played ringleader, along with Sirius Black and his ragtag team of idiots. They treated him as poorly as the muggles had - if not worse - and his hatred toward them was nearly even stronger, but it only thickened the tension between himself and Lily, until finally, he lashed out at the one person he'd promised himself he would never hurt. Mudblood. He'd never said it before, and it slipped through his lips in misplaced anger - perhaps he was more like his father than he thought. As he watched Lily turn from him, he knew he had cast the last shadow onto their friendship. A desperate and angry Severus took the Dark Mark not long into his seventh year, shedding the last remnants of the man he once could have been. 

Once graduated, he decided to start in on perfecting his craft, relishing the feeling of being better than almost everyone in the subject of potions. He quickly grew the business of the small shop in Knockturn Alley, and his reputation allowed him to drop the pleasant facade when dealing with customers (not that he was ever very good at it to begin with), as they would come to him regardless, since his product wasn't easily rivaled. But still, he spent as much time away from people as he could, and when Dumbledore himself showed up one day to offer him a post of Potions Master, he surprised both of them by conceding. He had never had a huge desire to work with children, let alone teach them for that matter, but he knew the post would bring great joy to his master, and Severus wanted to be worthy.

He found himself in a dark spiral, growing more and more secluded, bitter, angry and separated from the world as he was - and then somehow, he still couldn't quite pin exactly how - Dumbledore wormed his way into his mind. If Severus hadn’t already taught himself Occlumency he would have sworn it was some underhanded trick. Leave it to the old fool to prey on the one shred of decency the man had never been able to give up. But suddenly, there he was, working for the Order. At first, he had told himself it was to spy and feed back to the Death Eaters - but even he couldn’t hide from the fact that what he was actually doing was the opposite: he was leaking information back to the Order. He was helping them fight against Voldemort - and what was even more shocking was that it gave Severus back a sense of purpose he hadn’t felt in a very long time. And with that, he found himself fighting harder and harder, willing to give his life for his cause (which was not saying very much, if you asked Severus: purpose or not, he still didn’t think very much of his own value).

And it seemed as if he had somehow, maybe, become one of Dumbledore’s most trusted allies - to the point where when Severus saw an odd looking diary on a shelf in Lucius Malfoy's home, he stole it. And when he discovered all the secrets this diary held, putting it together with the knowledge he'd gained from Dumbledore and Regulus about the locket - he handed it over to be destroyed. Severus Snape, a war hero. He'd have cursed you for just suggesting it before.

When the war ended, however, it was hard to convince people of what had really happened - especially with Dumbledore and Voldemort gone. There was no one to vouch for him but his friends, and though they tried, they didn’t have much sway.  People would see the mark on his arm, and figured they knew everything they needed to know about him, and that was fine with Severus. Even the ones he had fought alongside in the Order didn’t trust him, and he didn’t do anything to change their mind. He put in a letter of resignation for his post at Hogwarts, and waited for the Aurors to come collect him - but they never came. Either way, he was content to purchase a small flat and live out his life in the seclusion of his own home with a mail order Potions business under someone else’s name.

However, Severus surprisingly grew bored after a while, and decided to open a small shop in the furthest reaches of Hogsmeade village. After all, the castle had been his home for so long - his first real home, and even for someone like him that was hard to give up. He opened his doors right next to Aberforth, and while the foot traffic is slow, it’s enough. And that’s all he ever wanted: enough.

[placeholdfm]

♙      ⸻      ·   。…      [      ben  barnes  +  forty  one  +  cis-male  +  he/him      ]      the  city  of  new  york  welcomes  alastair  arundel  to  the  social  season  of  1887.  known  to  be  diligent  and  virtuous,  their  rumored  distant  and apathetic  tendencies  might  prove  to  be  their  unmaking.  the  street  musicians  often  string  along  a  tune  that  sounds  like  take  me  back  to  eden  by  sleep  token  whenever  they  are  near,  hoping  for  a  coin  or  two  as  a  reward.  unbeknown  to  their  peers,  alastair  views  the  social  season  as  business  opportunities  but  when  holding  a  secret  such  as  being  engaged  but  in  love  with  someone  else,  it  would  be  best  to  keep  their  opinions  to  themselves.      ⸻   

ABOUT

full name: alastair arundel nickname: none which he responds to, but a certain few says al. position: landed gentry of house arundel.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

age: fourty one. eye color: dark brown distinguishing features: sharp cheekbones, a light stubble and tall figure. hair color: black. sexual orientation: heterosexual. jewelry or accessories: carries his fathers old pocket watch.

PERSONALITY

good personality traits: diligent & virtuous bad personality traits: distant & apathetic character inspiration: severus snape, anthony bridgerton & the darkling the greatest joy in life: to see his family prosper. greatest fear: having to watch the one he loves abandon him forever.

BIOGRAPHY

born the eldest son of the Arundel family Alastair was given a name from their heritage. in truth, they wished to name him Alasdair, but considering they no longer lived in the Scottish highlands where their line originated from they decided to go with Alastair - the meaning of the name ever present as "man's defender". growing up Alastair was a very quiet child, he was the complete opposite of his younger siblings, and was often looked upon as the one with his head in the game, not in the clouds. As he got older Alastair understood his responsibility as the oldest of the Arundel children and was often tutored by scholars on taking over the mantle from his father when the time came. In truth he did not mind it, the ever-looming responsibility and position he one day would hold - he somewhat reveled in it.

instead of wishing to play alongside his siblings, he would be found with a book in hand, often about the great battle leaders and in the meetings his father held regarding business. often the head of the family would bring Alastair along on his travels to make him understand the vast riches they held with their land and the ever-eager-to-learn child loved it.

In his youth, there was one individual who caught the attention of the Arundel child, a flower amongst the thorns which made the young man fall instantly. there was no denying the affection he held for her and a certain spark had ignited a rather playful side even to the introverted young man. His dreams however got shattered when an engagement was announced and Alastair went back into his own being, never wishing to let another enter his heart ever again.

in his late thirties when he'd come into himself as a man, Alastair took in his closest best friend's daughter. not because he wished to, but because he didn't have the heart to watch them wither away without her parents who had perished in a rather horrific way. At this point in life, Alastair had become the head of the family, his parents died at sea, leaving their children behind and thankfully in states where they had all become somewhat of age. Alastair took the role of gentry and since he had prepared for such a role all his life, he found himself being content with it.

However, the trip to New York gives the gentry new ideas, new territory to explore and since the whole family has A new life and a new beginning is on the rise and Alastair is both excited and cautious about this new adventure, yet he believes there to be more they can achieve here even if it seems rather difficult.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

the fiancee: someone Alastair either met when coming to New York or someone he brought along from England. he doesn't love this individual, it's simply to preserve his family line and he holds no emotions but the one of a safe haven towards them. the business partner: they given Alastair an interesting offer and he is without a doubt considering it (could be someone trying to trick him, or an actual business proposal)

[ravenclawloverofseverussnape]

Biography

First generation Latin America, specialized in problems such as corruption in my country, classism, racism, among others.

assuming that I am brown because I am Latina is racist.

Pro Snape and pro Michael Afton, (This character DID change for the better, it has been shown during the timeline) and pro Nymphadora Tonks.

I am a woman

your ancestors do not define that you are Latino, the complete experience is when you live in Mexico, Chile, Argentina, Brazil, Peru among many other Latino countries, just as I criticize foreigners, I also criticize those from my own country, so don't take it personally.

Here we don't use the word Latinx,

book lover.

I'm multifandom

Im Ravenclaw

making random headcanons

inactive ao3 writer.

I'm pukwudgie

I'm going to expand my blog with other topics, I want to try it.

Anti Sirius Black, anti Lily Evans (I had a friend who is just as hypocritical as this character) anti Albus Dumbledore, anti Minerva Mcgonagall you know what? all the teachers (except sprout) were disgraced by 90s education, anti Remus Lupin, anti James Potter, anti Peter Pettigrew .

couples I don't like for canonical reasons/age differences: wolfstar, jily, bleur,remadora, jegulus, snupin.

for whoever reads my blog in Spanish.

Hola, espero no te moleste que publique en inglés este blog es Pro Severus Snape, si te gusta este personaje te invito a leer mi blog.

[maxdibert]

Re: the ask about Lily being Snape's "attachment figure" and him confusing that for love. Based on the people you work with experiencing similar... how well can people manage to move beyond that with the correct support/therapy/environment/other interventions, and form healthier relationships and have a better quality of life? Like, best case scenario

I'm imagining Sev leaves Hogwarts and Spinner's End, gets some peace and quiet and maybe some therapy(?) - although Sev doesn't seem the type to me to naturally step away from an unhealthy place or engage with any sort of treatment, at least at first, and in any case the wizarding world has a very "get over it" attitude and like 0 awareness of mental health lol (and his next big problem if he survived ofc would probably be being mobbed by fans and haters alike, and Rita Skeeter turning up in his floorboards to write a colourful biography).

BUT in an ideal world, how (and how well) could he perhaps move on from being overly attached to Lily and her memory, and form new, healthier relationships and prioritise himself?

And only if you care to write about it because i know this has gotten long, but how about on the flip side of if he survived, his purpose fulfilled (Harry lived and is safe; his debt to Lily repaid) - and he received no support or new friends/community, how would he cope? Without that goal/focus? Without the structure of Hogwarts? With the tumult of the end of the war, more attention, but no purpose, and probably no job teaching? I've seen a few fics where he turns to drink but I can't really see it myself, and would love to hear your thoughts!! Love seeing that you've posted 💕

It depends on whether it's driven by mere emotional deprivation or part of a clinical diagnosis. For example, having attachment figures is quite common in people with bipolar disorder or borderline personality disorder—most of them experience it regularly. It's also the case for those of us who suffer from anxiety or have an anxious attachment style; we tend to have attachment figures as well, but that’s more of a clinical issue.

From what I've learned and what people who work directly to improve people's daily lives (I'm in the legal field, after all) like psychologists or social caregivers have told me, it all depends on the case, the severity, and the person themselves. Generally, younger people have more success with recovery than those in middle age, which makes sense because the younger you are, the more adaptable you are and the easier it is to develop tools and ways to self-manage. The older you get, the harder it becomes, because these behaviors have been established over many years, and it's quite difficult to change them. But for younger people, especially teenagers and those under 30, the prognosis is generally good, especially if the person is intervened, receives good therapy, and is properly supported. BUT ABOVE ALL ELSE, if that person wants it, because no matter how many resources you give someone, if they don't want to make use of them, there's nothing you can do. One of the first things you learn when you work in social services and community work, lolololololol.

Now, it's a bit like what you said. I can't imagine Severus just leaving Spinner's End like that because, personally, I think he never left because it was a self-imposed prison for him when he wasn't at Hogwarts. His penance as a professor was something Dumbledore had given him, but when he wasn't teaching, he had another penance: going back to that house, which was tied to his childhood and all the bad memories. So, I find it hard to picture him leaving easily... but, well, let's pretend we live in La-La Land. If a 21-year-old Severus hadn't gotten stuck in that spiral of suffering and guilt, selling his soul to Dumbledore after already selling it to Voldemort (those daddy issues, my dear Sev, I love you but it's true), and if he'd managed to find some rehabilitation, I think he'd have had a decent prognosis. Being so young, with good therapists and professionals? Sure. Especially because good therapy also involves learning to relate socially and emotionally in a healthy way, but we’re talking about very modern therapy concepts, not the 80s where they just handed out Prozac and antipsychotics for everything, lololol. I don’t think Severus was a lost cause back then. I think circumstances made him a lost cause. And yes, I believe he could have learned to relate to others (maybe not perfectly because, socially awkward to the max), maybe even have friends, and potentially even a partner. Absolutely. But not in the 80s and not in the wizarding world where mental health issues seem less important than in medieval times.

Regarding the AU where Severus survives, that's something I really like and read a lot of (I even wrote an SSxReader with that premise). I honestly think that if he had survived after completing his mission—settling his debt to Lily by ensuring Harry survived, making sure Voldemort was dead, and achieving his goals—he would have fallen into a severe depression. That’s how I portray him, essentially as someone very depressed who doesn't know what to do with a life he never asked for, because he always thought he’d die in the war or be killed at some point, so he never had a plan for survival. And also someone deeply ashamed for Harry knowing everything about his past (imagine surviving knowing Harry Potter knows EVERYTHING about your past—just thinking about it would blow your mind) and at the same time knowing that to some, he’s a hero, to others, he’s a jerk, and to some, he’s a traitor, but the thing is, he’s never indifferent to anyone, and he just wants to be left alone. Without being a professor because he’s always hated kids, but not really knowing what else to do because, well, that's the only thing he's ever done. In general, he’s someone who doesn’t know what to do with his life because he’s never had one, so he doesn’t know how to handle it. That’s my general vision.

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE GOSSIP get what she deserves?” She is NEUTRAL & OPEN to finding out.“

— she walks through the world as ;

name → rita skeeter pronouns → she/her identification → cis-female year of birth → september 1955 - september 1956 face claim → chloe bridges blood status → half-blood sexual orientation → bisexual occupation → columnist for society and scandals at the daily prophet future information → court reporter during the death eater trials, renown published author of multiple biographies including albus dumbledore, newt scamander, severus snape and harry potter

— she is best described as ;

The scent of INK & FRESH PARCHMENT spritzed with FRENCH PERFUME. She’s as DELICATE as the FEATHER of a QUILL and as SHARP as the nib at the end. Her words CUT, SHARP and QUICK, leaving your REPUTATION in RIBBONS with just a flick of her ELEGANT WRIST.

— her story starts with ;

tw: death

One of the most famous names in wizarding press, Rita Skeeter is the sharpest tongue in London no one wants to be cut by, although she can be a brilliant friend to you… for the right price. Rita came from good stock, with a father who was head of Public Information Services for the Ministry and a mother who was a top stylist for Witch Weekly. She was raised in a privileged household, watching from the bannister as her parents hosted beautiful parties in their obscenely tall townhouse. From an early age Rita longed for a life just like theirs, filled with beauty, travel, notoriety and respect. It fuelled her from the minute she woke up to the moment she rested her head. With her father constantly at work or away on business trips, and her mother consumed by her small social circle of gossips, Rita’s childhood soon became lonely. She spent most days by herself, exploring her parents personal library of articles and pouring over The Daily Prophet each day as it arrived, and her mother’s Witch Weekly on Sundays. Rita knew what her calling in life was. She was to be a journalist. The most famous journalist in the wizarding world of her generation. 

Rita learned that if she hovered in the shadows while her parents chatted away, she’d learn about many secrets and rumours, a technique she would perfect whilst away at school. By the time Rita had received her letter to Hogwarts she had already read biographies or articles of most of the professors and had researched as much as she could about the school, in order to ensure where she stood with faculty. She saw Hogwarts as an opportunity to finally practise her journalism skills on stories that slipped from the mouths of the students. Rita was sorted into Ravenclaw instantly, without hesitation, she began to sort through her fellow Ravenclaw students, unafraid of hurting feelings or causing disgruntlement as she searched for friends she deemed tasteful. EMMA SQUIGGLE [rival/former best friend/colleague] and ADRIAN CAVERLY [best friend/colleague] quickly became her closest friends, whilst DAISY HOOKUM [close friend/colleague], GILDEROY LOCKHART [colleauge/close friend] and XENOPHILLIUS LOVEGOOD [friend] quickly became good friends she enjoyed chatting news stories with. In her fourth year, Rita began The Hogwarts Gazette, under the careful gaze of Professor McGonagall, hiring herself as the newspaper's editor. 

The paper published a variety of articles focusing on school political issues, sports coverage, a gossip column and a fashion section. With a knack for finding things out and a clever way of spinning a tale, Rita ran the gossip column and had developed quite the habit of uncovering other’s dirty laundry and leaving it to dry for everyone to see. This, of course, did not sit well with everyone and Rita gained a negative reputation amongst her fellow students as someone to be wary of. The boys in her year group, HARRISON BAGNOLD [acquaintance/person of interest], KALEB JOHNSON [acquaintance], ELEZAR SMITH [acquaintance/person of interest], MICHAEL THOMAS [acquaintance] and CRISTIANO PARKINSON [acquaintance] were not her biggest fans, whilst younger students PETER PETTIGREW [person of interest], JAMES POTTER [person of interest], REMUS LUPIN [person of interest] and SIRIUS BLACK [person of interest] also found her constant prying into their personal lives just as invasive. Other people saw the light and wanted her on side.

Rita found she enjoyed the power of being feared and appeased by the likes of ANDRESSA PARKINSON [friend], ISOLDE CROUCH [friend], LUCILLE JONES [friend], FLORENCE JONES [friend] and BERTHA JORKINS [close friend]. By her seventh year, she was able to transform into a beetle and with this, was able to listen into many more conversations. She also learned that with a seductive smile and a wink here and there she could get anyone to tell her just about anything. Thanks to her continuous summer internships at Witch Weekly, through her mother’s connections and a good word here and there from her father, Rita eventually landed a job at The Daily Prophet as an intern. Peeking through her father’s files and transforming herself into a beatle to access events, meant that she began to get one scoop after the other. It was a lot of hard work, long hours and the lack of a social life but eventually Rita was awarded her own column and Rita Skeeter’s Scandal Sheets was born. At just twenty-five she was something of a prodigy, a major celebrity everyone loved and feared. 

Having similar interests, most of Rita’s friends at the paper also established themselves at The Daily Prophet, becoming fantastic journalists and photographers in their own right. But not everyone was happy about her success. Emma had been like a sister to Rita, her best friend- she trusted her with everything. With an absent family at home, Emma was her family, which made their falling out all the more harder. As Rita rose to fame, she watched as Emma tried to wriggle out of her shadow, Rita had never thought of Emma as in her shadow- though she could see why others would think so. The conversations became more brief, she noticed as her expression soured and then at a party that was held in celebration of her new column, Rita watched as Emma kissed the man she’d been seeing, AUGUSTUS ROOKWOOD [former romantic liaison] and disappeared out the door. Rita would never let anyone know how much it hurt her. She cried in private, winged her eyeliner and wore a brave face for work. It stung harder when Emma and Augustus made things official, but she’d never let it show. Rita had her column and her fame and not even Emma could take that from her. 

The disappearances and the eventual murders of BOOKER BAGNOLD [person of interest] and AMELIA BONES [person of interest] were more than just tabloid gossip. Rita was desperate to figure out who was behind the murders. The werewolf angle didn’t fit, so under the guise of her column, Rita attended exclusive events trying to find out information. A face in the crowd that had changed after the death of Booker. Harrison Bagnold and his girlfriend ROSALINE DAVIS [person of interest] had a knack for being around everyone who went missing, though it could just be coincidence. Alongside her photographer BENEDICT MISSLETHORPE [colleague], Rita has been following him to various events, including the most recent wedding of her former adversary GENEVIEVE AVERY-WILKES [adversary/person of interest]. Rita didn’t expect Genevieve’s husband to drop down dead at the wedding and divert her focus, although Rita is exploring the story on the killer bride, Rita has not yet exhausted the idea Harrison is in some way connected to what’s happened, and she is determined to get to the bottom of it before anyone else. Especially Emma.

— she is a LEVEL 6 WITCH & readied for war ;

[augureysfeather]

"Harry Potter and the Werewolves' Den" - Chapter 2.3

Chapter 2.3

New Hogwarts Professor Neville Longbottom receives a book that he's been waiting for a long time and takes a deep dive into the psyche of his former Potions' teacher, Severus Snape. But what has Rita Skeeter really written - an authentic biography or absolute bullshit?

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♡ FULL NAME: Evan Atticus Rosier ♡ KNOWN AS: Envy - Regulus, Evie -Barty ♡ BIRTHDAY: June 17, 1960 ♡ GENDER & PRONOUNS: Male - He /Him ♡ ORIENTATION: Biromantic, Pansexual ♡ BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood ♡ HEIGHT: 6'1” ♡ WEIGHT: 174 lbs ♡ EYE COLOR: Green ♡ HAIR COLOR: Blonde ♡ SPECIES: Wizard (Human) ♡ PLACE OF RESIDENCE: London, England, Great Britain, Hogwarts ♡ OCCUPATION: Student, Death Eater, Hit Wizard ♡ HOUSE: Slytherin ♡ PATRONUS: White Stallion ♡ WAND: 12", Blackthorn, Dragon Heartstring ♡ FACECLAIM: Noah LaLonde|

BIOGRAPHY

Evan was born to Elias and Rosemary Rosier, older brother to Felix Rosier. He was born into a well-known and respected old pure-blood line. During his time at Hogwarts his father, became friends with Tom Riddle, due to that became one of the first to become a Death Eater when the Dark Lord started rising. Which given the fact his grandmother Vinda Rosier was arguably Gellert Grindelwald's most trusted and loyal Acolyte, it's safe to say his family had a pattern of becoming loyal subjects to whomever they deemed worthy. Even his aunt, Druella Rosier, achieved power and position when she married into the ancient and most noble House of Black, a pureblood family with roots every bit as deep, and coffers even fuller, than those of the Rosiers.

Which deeply effected the way that Evan was raised, never have any other choice but to follow Voldemort. Not that he minded due to being raised to strongly believe in the importance of blood purity and what better cause to support than that of pure-blood supremacy; of purging their society of all the taint that Muggles had brought to it over the years?

Evan attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was sorted into Slytherin House. It was there that he had meet his best friends Regulus Black and Bartemius Crouch Junior, due to them being roommates. He was made friends with his other roommates and fellow death eaters, Florian Greengrass and Alexios Nott. Also becoming quick friends with Gaige Mulciber, Caius Avery, Enoch Wilkes, and occasionally Severus Snape.