#Snape/Harry

[ac1d6urn]

Doe-Eyed Encounters

Publishing the original which was used as a banner for the SnarryBang Gift Exchange earlier this year. My working title for this was "Happy Birthday, Harry" and I kept imagining Severus trying to figure out a gift for The Chosen One Who Has It All and at the end just summoning up his Patronus and watching with amusement as Harry is mesmerized for a long, long time. "Hold up, I want to tell her one more thing..."

[sneppu]

My Fanart for a Snarry fic called “For you, and No One Else” by Fuglife on a03! (18+)

I meant to make this ages ago, before i got so sick, so I’m glad I finally got around to finishing it.

I think It’s a bit poetic that this fic gave me something to look forward to during that time, and that it’s end also marked the end of my artblock!

Its a very cute and cozy fic, very self indulgent. Its Dark!Harry in the background, taking place 6 years after the second war, and Sneep is VERY soft.

This is my very first Snape art! Still figuring out how I wanna draw him, aaaaa

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@hprecfest Day 18: A Fic That Makes You Laugh

Andrew, 38 by hippocrates460 [Harry/Severus, E, 25k]

Harry is divorced, two-thirds of his children are at Hogwarts, and he's ready to start dating again. Ideally, someone who has no idea who he is. Lily suggests he should try Tinder and Harry is not a coward. This is the story of how Severus and Harry meet again after 20 years

This was one of the funniest fics I have read in a long while. Harry's dynamic with his kids is really great and his dynamic with Severus, both before and after they find out who the other is, is endearing and funny and real. It is a really funny and refreshing read.

[perverse-idyll]

Wow, okay, I'm bouncing around with delight! Notearchiver (an excellent writer, in case you haven't encountered their work) surprised me with a podfic of my serenade to Snape/Harry from 2008, The White Road! This tremendous undertaking (the fic is 48K words long) is one of Note's contributions to Battleship 2024, a fanworks game that has just gone live on AO3 with over 2000 new entries covering more than 500 fandoms.

I've barely started listening, and it will be a while before I have a chance to sit down with the whole recording - partly because I need to get over my secondhand embarrassment at hearing my own lines read out loud. I know my inner critic is on the clock 24/7, but I didn't know I'd start squirming and judging my word choices and images, etc. I have a bad habit of compulsively editing every time I even look at my own writing, but feeling the same urge to revise while merely listening is ridiculous.

Anyway, please hop over and give it a try! It's Notearchiver's first podfic attempt, so they warn it's not perfect - but we do this for fun and the love of it. That's why the fic exists in the first place. I look forward to experiencing TWR from an entirely new angle, made fresh by Note's voice and interpretation. 💖🤩

[nym-wibbly]

Snape/Harry fic MIA - Balance Point by Nym (Sins of Omission series)

Someone on AO3 asked me for a copy of a "Snarry" fanfiction that I a) don't appear to have saved anywhere and b) honestly don't remember writing or posting at all!

It'd be about 20 years old, so circa 2004 (when my father died, possibly explaining the memory void.) It would've been published under my current Nym pseud; would've been archived on hp.pfen.net and maybe amplexus.org too; it's "NC-17"; and it's called Balance Point. It's a part of the Sins of Omission series that, for some reason I don't remember now, I evidently took out of the series and never put back? One contemporary reviewer mentions it being short and having Snape/Harry smut, and another places it as story #5 in the series, so after Relative.

Does anyone from ye olden days of HP fandom have a copy of Balance Point squirreled away? Or know of an alternate title I might've used? Apart from a couple of vague impressions of the setting, I am drawing a complete blank on this. Any help appreciated!

[reap-what-you-sew]

So I am a Snarry shipper and sorry in advance to anyone who icks that but boy are you missing out.

Anyway. I watched the show 'A Young Doctors Notebook' with Dan in it and omg the way the older doctor (Jon Hamm) is with him, particularly a few cute scenes like the bath and waking up in bed with him, just fulfilled my Snarry shipping heart. So I thought I'd share if anyone else was interested or thought the same.

But be warned. It's a gory and miserable show. O_O

[arielgobuss]

62.The Truth

I'm a liar It's my secret no one knows I'm a liar Yeah, I know it doesn't show No, I don't miss you anymore No, I don't think of you It's such a game to seem adored No, I don't love you anymore

Part1

It went dark for a split second, and then Harry felt as if he was in the middle of a hurricane. Thousands of images, thousands of thoughts surrounded him, layered on top of each other in an endless cacophony, but before he could realize it, he felt himself falling, being sucked into the vortex of a random memory, and as he regained his balance, his ears were filled with desperate screams and cries.

The image sharpened and - despite the darkness - Harry saw several silhouettes huddled against the wall. They were teenage boys no older than thirteen. The fierceness on their faces was definitely outweighed by the fear. But they weren't the ones screaming. The sounds of screaming and crying were coming from the next room, which was accessed by a wide open door hanging on one hinge. The glow of a lamp swinging from the ceiling was the only illumination, gliding across the blood-covered floor and splattered walls. For a split second, broken and overturned furniture and... bodies lying on the floor emerged from the darkness. Blood was seeping from still open wounds, limbs twisted at strange angles looked as if something had broken them like matches. The wailing and sobbing of several children's voices were coming from the dark place under one of the walls, but the light did not reach there. However, it slipped over the table placed in the middle of the room and over the fair hair of the young boy pinned to it... and over the powerful silhouette of a man with a thick mane of tousled hair leaning over him, who was tearing into this small, naked body with quick, ruthless thrusts, causing spasmodic screams of endless pain.

Severus raised his wand, pointing it at the door, which rose, fixed, and slammed shut, muffling the screams. Without hesitation, he cast another spell on the door, causing it to glow red. His previously motionless face changed. A look of disgust appeared on his face, and something... terrifying lit up in the black eyes. He slowly turned to the boys, giving them an icy glare. In his left hand he held a white mask covered with red drops. His dark green robe was covered with many dark stains, and even if it was impossible to see their color, it was obvious where they came from.

He casually tossed the mask into the corner and took a step toward the boys. His lips pressed into a pale, thin line. The black eyes turned into the dark slits. He raised his wand, pointing it at the oldest boy.

Severus frowned and after a moment a rough voice came out of his mouth:

"Imperio."

The boy's face changed. A slightly surprised, dispassionate expression appeared on his face.

"Scream," Severus said, staring at him intently. "Scream and beg for mercy as loud as you can."

The boy complied. The screams, moans and begging began to escape from his mouth. The rest of the boys moved as far away from him as possible, looking at him with fear and a certain amount of intrigue.

"No no no! Please! No!"

"Severus," a happy voice came from behind the door. "I hear you're having even more fun there than I am. You know, if you'd let me in, the two of us could teach those little brats a lesson. After some time, playing alone starts to get boring. What do you think?"

Snape didn't move, didn't even turn his head. Only in his eyes there was a flame that froze everything.

"You know I value my privacy, Blackwood," he replied icily. He frowned even more.

The boy let out a spine-chilling scream "Nooo! It hurts!"

A hoarse laughter came from behind the door - the laugh that began to recede, as if something was trying to push Harry out of the memory. However, before it disappeared completely, he heard a quiet, distant voice:

"Avada Kedavra."

The scream stopped. Everything went quiet. Darkness surrounded him. He felt like he was in a locked room, but he knew it wasn't true; that it was just an illusion. Severus tried to fight back.

Harry remembered what he had read about this spell. Visualization. He must choose some visualization. Otherwise he'll never get out of here.

He remembered the dream... and the windows... The windows through which Severus had peered into his memories... He had to imagine something similar, something that would guide him, that would allow him to cross the threshold.

Door! Yes. That was it.

The moment he thought about it, a corridor appeared before him. An endless corridor filled with doors on both sides. The same doors that led to the Potions Master's chambers. Thousands of doors. No, millions of doors. He saw them all together and each separately. They overlapped and interpenetrated each other like an extremely sophisticated kaleidoscope, creating an endless maze of passages.

Key. He must find the key to them. The password. Otherwise, he will be left searching in the darkness, and the chance that he will find the right one is one in a million.

He closed his eyes.

The password... No, it should be two passwords. One indicating the range of memories, and the other - their topic.

Where did it all start? He knew perfectly well. But it wasn't about the potion, it was about... desire. Snape's desire.

Desiderium Intimum

The number of doors has decreased. He felt less and less of them left.

Now the topic - he was the one.

Pott...

No.

He opened his eyes.

Harry

He watched with satisfaction as part of the door disappeared and the rest became much more real.

He knew it was all just an illusion, lasting no more than a few seconds. And that he had as much time as he wanted before Severus found him again. Because here time was a relative value and he was the only one that could determine it.

He looked at the long row of doors. He approached the first of them and raised his hand, brushing his fingers against the dark wood. The door began to open, revealing to Harry a world that had always remained one big mystery filled with lies.

The world of Severus Snape.

***

Severus was sitting in the privacy of his chambers, examining the remnant of amber liquid remaining at the bottom of the glass. From time to time he moved his wrist, slightly stirring the drink and watching the play of light reflecting in the glass and the flames falling from the crackling fire in the fireplace.

He didn't think he would be so angry about the information provided by McGonagall. Potter dared to ask permission to leave his classes? Now, when Severus finally had him in his grasp? Now, that he was gifted with such... power? The power that allowed him to do anything to him? Oh no, he definitely won't agree to that.

He still remembered the taste of that moment - the moment when those green eyes had stared at him with the utmost adoration. A moment that tasted like... victory. For as long as he could remember, Potter had always looked at him with nothing but hatred, defiance, or fear. Sometimes he could almost feel that hatred, feel it burning his skin, clinging to it, almost turning into something physical. He liked to fuel it, leaning over him and insulting him in every possible way, pressing on his most sensitive spots and watching his tensed face while Potter pretended not to care. And then Severus walked over to the desk, sat down, and watched him... watched those anger-filled eyes, clenched fists, trembling jaw, and he knew he had nailed it again. Once again he managed to ignite that burning hatred and make it burn even more. And he reveled in it.

Sometimes he even managed to break him. He managed to break through the boy's defenses and force him to lose control, to bark back at him... and then, oh, only then did he triumph, either by giving him a detention or deducting points. No other student in his dozen years of teaching had looked at him the way Potter did - with hatred as pure and sharp as a dagger carved from ice. No other student turned into a burning torch of loathing and hostility... just at the sight of him. It was... intriguing.

And now he found out that this same student... desired him. That what he always took for an aversion turned out to be a deeply hidden, uncontrollable desire. A desire so strong, so unimaginable, that the only way to deal with it was to transform it into an equally intense emotion, but at the opposite extreme. He'd be a fool to try to tell himself he wasn't flattered. Even if he thought it only proved one thing - that Potter was crazy.

Severus lifted the glass to his lips, drank the rest of the whiskey, and set it down on the table with a crash. He leaned back in his chair, frowned, and stared into the flames.

He felt the hint of change coming. It wasn't something that could be ignored. No, this was definitely something that was begging to be used... and he was sure that would be the case soon. But whatever happens, he will be the one who reaps the biggest harvest and will get everything he wants from this opportunity.

***

Snape paced back and forth in front of the fireplace. There was a terrifying smile on his face, a storm raging in his eyes.

At last! His chance had finally come.

He didn't expect that the meeting with the Dark Lord would turn out to be so... fruitful. That the information he would give him - the information that young Potter had a weakness for his Professor - would open a passage for him and show him the path to freedom. He suspected that the Dark Lord would want to use it in some way, but... using Admorsusexcetra? One of the most powerful potions of sacrifice, created dozens of centuries ago, before Hogwarts was even built? What an extravagance of the Dark Lord... and what a great chance to get rid of him once and for all...

In a lightning-fast movement, he rolled up his sleeve and looked with hatred at the Dark Mark on his forearm. A mark that was cut by a deep furrow, like a knife cut, as if someone wanted to cut it out.

He still remembered how he almost cut off his hand after drinking Desideria Intima. And now he finally has a chance to fulfill his greatest desire - he can finally make the Dark Lord die. And it's all thanks to Potter... thanks to this suddenly awakened, incomprehensible fascination. He knew perfectly well that this irresponsible little brat would never be able to defeat the Dark Lord. There's no chance against him. And Dumbledore is too stupid to understand it. It's the only way. He has no other choice, he will have to sacrifice Potter. He would sacrifice anything just to kill the Dark Lord. He had waited too long for this opportunity to slip through his fingers now. The Dark Lord will disappear from his life once and for all. And if he's lucky, he'll get rid of Dumbledore, too. No one will give him orders anymore. Never again.

Snape stopped and sank heavily into his chair.

He will have to play on two fronts... Dumbledore is an excellent Legilimens, and he cannot find out about this plan. His "trusted servant" plans to destroy his secret weapon and the hope of the entire Wizarding World? He probably wouldn't like it.

Snape sneered.

He will have to use Legilimens Evocis. He will have to hide all his thoughts in the Pensieve, even the smallest ones, because any detail, even the slightest one, can reveal him. He will have to manipulate them, change them, distort them and replace them with different ones; to shuffle them like the cards, then pull out the right ones and show both sides what they want to see. It's the only way he can hide it; the only way to hide everything from both Dumbledore and the Dark Lord. He didn't think it would be an easy task, but he was willing to pay any price. Of course, he was well aware of the danger of constantly juggling memories and thoughts, but after all, he was one of the best Occlumens among living wizards. He had been training his mind for thirty years, filing and sharpening it until it became like a razor. And he was very good at using it...

Something dangerous appeared in Snape's eyes. For a while he just sat motionless, staring into space.

Seducing Potter... It shouldn't be difficult since he was his "greatest desire". But it certainly won't make it easy for him. He had no intention of suddenly becoming "nice" or even "approachable" to him. He had no intention of having any more contact with him than necessary. Potter was just a tool. A tool that he will have to train well to achieve his intended goal. He certainly won't show him any mercy. He will be hurting him if the boy tries to disobey. He will be tormenting and hurting him for any sign of insubordination, and then pulling him back if he tries to move away. For a moment he even thought about how wonderful it would be to take revenge on him for all the humiliations he had suffered at the hands of his father, but he quickly got rid of such thoughts. He will have to tame his nature and keep the boy by his side. Not too close, though - on a leash long enough for the boy to feel free, and at the same time short enough so that he won't lose the sight of him and can pull it at any time and call him to order. It really shouldn't be difficult...

The only drawback is that he will have to report to the Dark Lord, show him everything...

A look of disgust appeared on the man's face.

But this price was worth paying if in return he'd gain his freedom back.

And Potter--

A crooked smile appeared on Snape's lips.

--He would be able to force the boy to do anything. He could force him to serve himself on the knees if he desired. He's going to humiliate him as much as possible. Too bad, he'll have to show him a little... hmm... 'commitment' from time to time. Not too much, though. Only as much as needed. The bare minimum. Yes, he was perfectly aware that Potter would expect much more, that - like every teenager - he dreams of the tenderness, of... the closeness.

But he won't get it. Certainly not from him.

He will only allow him to enter his chambers once in a while. That should be enough for him. He had never invited any student to his private chambers before. But he wasn't going to tolerate the intrusion. From the very beginning, he will have to show him his place and set the rules for this... deal. He can't let anything get in the way of his plan. Let anything cover it for him. He will have to cut down every branch, decisively trample and break every shoot that may appear in his path. That's why he knew that at the very beginning of the expedition he would have to equip himself with something sharp, something that would be able to cut and hurt perfectly before any stray thorns of these weak shoots could catch on his robe and stop him. And since he was a Death Eater and a Legiliments... he knew he had the ultimate arsenal of weapons that could cut through absolutely anything.

He closed his eyes and sighed.

Admorsusexcetra... It's fiendishly complicated to brew, and to modify... It'll take months. But there is no way that he could fail. Potter will be a walking poison. A walking venom. The potion will drain not only his power, but the Dark Lord's power as well. And it will kill them both.

Snape opened his eyes. An icy fire burned within them.

[perverse-idyll]

I understand being a perfectionist, but sometimes it's not realism that matters, it's the emotional journey. Just look at how you've captured their expressions. This is one of my favorites pieces of yours because of their wonderful faces - and the tender way Harry smooths Severus's hair back. ❤️

sketches, sketches...

(ノ-_-)ノ ミ ┴┴ Not happy today, I suck with anatomy and proportions, but gonna swallow it.

[trappezoider]

Thank you, professor.

[iniquitousyearning]

jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons

author’s note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men🥵 please enjoy.

-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.

Draco Malfoy.

Sees you from down the hall as he’s walking with his friends.

“You know what, guys, I’ll catch up with you after.”

Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.

Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, he’d shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.

“What’re we talking about?” He’d sneer.

His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.

He’d simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.

“Wonderful. let’s head to class, yeah?”

He’d pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.

Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.

“Who the fuck was that, hm?”, “he was practically eye-fucking you…give me five good reasons why i shouldn’t have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.”

He’d be furious, but he’d also know that you’d never choose some other guy over him, so he’d soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.

“You’re mine, princess,” he’d loosen his grip, kissing you softly. “Say it.”

Blaise Zabini.

Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesn’t know.

He doesn’t necessarily stop walking, but he’d definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.

When the guy doesn’t leave, he’d tired of waiting, saying “fuck it”, before marching over naturally.

This man is so fucking cool calm and collected he’d just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.

He’d practically take over the conversation because he’s literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.

You’d kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.

After the dude leaves he’d just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.

“Ain’t no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.” He’d murmur against your lips. “let that be known, right now, forever, always.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

Would literally stop everything. The second he’d see you laughing and smiling he’d be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.

Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.

Wouldn’t want to intrude so he’d just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.

His adorable little cheeks would flush, and he’d know he seemed utterly ridiculous so he’d try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.

You’d quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that he’s overthinking.

He’d smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.

“Who was that guy, darling?”

You’d tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.

“Don’t worry enz, no one could ever take your place.”

He’d blush, trying to play it off. “Sorry love, I know you’re my girl.”

You’d take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. “Only yours baby, forever.”

Mattheo Riddle.

“Who the fuck-“

Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.

You wouldn’t even have to turn around to know he’s there, you’d be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.

You’d already know exactly where this was heading, but you’d also know there was no attempting to stop him because it’s pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.

Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.

You’d simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,

“Is this fucker bothering you?”

Unable to help it, you’d smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.

“No Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-“

He’d heard more than enough.

“Study notes? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so,”

Without giving the guy a chance to react, he’d reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as he’d hiss:

“Bother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes you’ll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?”

Not interested in the response, he’d shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like it’d been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.

And judging by the intensity in his grip, you’d already know, later that night, he’d be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while he’s fucking you.

When he finally pulled back, he’d smirk at you. “Some bloody nerve on that guy, huh?”

You’d just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.

Theodore Nott.

He’d spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.

Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? There’s no fucking way that he’s-

Doesn’t bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.

Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.

Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight you’d know exactly what he was trying to do.

His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then that’s when you’d attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.

He’d just shrug, smirking down at you before he’d finally acknowledge the guys’ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.

“Move along,” he’d say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. “This one’s fucking taken.”

As soon as he got you alone he’d be damn sure to remind you that you’re his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.

Tom Riddle.

“AVADA KEDA-“

Lowkey kidding but not really.

No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.

[ac1d6urn]

War Effort

"Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany That's why I'm in such exquisite agony My soul is on fire It's aflame with desire Which is why I perspire when we tango" - Tom Lehrer, The Masochism Tango Inspired by that one meme pic of Superman and Batman.

[ebysse]

hogwarts staff gift exchange

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@hprecfest Day 9: a WIP

Evernight by LilRinnieB [Harry/Severus, E, 341k, WIP]

It's Harry's seventh year at Hogwarts and the new strategy in the war against Voldemort is "Fight darkness with darkness." Harry goes through a series of changes that has him questioning everything he thought he ever knew about magic, darkness, destiny ... and a certain snarky Potions professor. [Creature!fic]

The day I stop recommending this fic is the day I die! (Seriously, if I’m not mentioning this fic when asked for a Snarry/Fav/WIP/Any excuse I can find, please assume I’m either a pod person or dead). It balances original characters and concepts with canon in such an amazingly seamless way that I sometimes forget that some of the bits of this story aren’t canon. It was the first fic where I really felt endeared to original characters, and it has some of the most compelling characters and world building I have ever read in any fiction—fan or otherwise—full stop. The dynamics between characters is perfect, the characterizations are amazing, and the story has a fascinating direction and plot. I have read this fic probably upwards of ten times and I freak out every time it gets updated. There’s never enough love for this fic. Genuinely my favorite, possibly of all time. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[perverse-idyll]

My Snape/Harry WIP! (One of four.) This chapter's focused on Harry, and Snape will reappear in the next one, although he does insinuate his presence into Harry's thoughts in the usual way.

A kiss 😘 and a bouquet of roses 💐 to @danpuff-ao3 for giving me the incentive to get this posted. And I took pity on myself and everyone else by breaking the chapter in two (thus Snape becoming Sir Not Appearing on Your Screen this time around). 10K+ words are certainly enough for one chapter, though, don't you think?

[toorumlk]

oh to get wine drunk with your childhood best friend

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