#What are you doing Pomona?

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video editing is turning my brain into mush, take a wip of lae and my deep gnome druid pomona

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pocket - December 10 - wolfstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 347

Sirius Black sat in a rather squishy chair in Minerva McGonagall's office wondering, not for the first time, why the hell he was in trouble.

But, for the first time, he actually hadn't done anything recently to deserve getting in trouble for.

And, to add to his confusion, McGonagall looked decidedly uncomfortable.

"Listen, Sirius," she said stiffly, causing Sirius's interest to heighten greatly. What could this possibly be about? "I have to ask you something."

"Whatever it is, you know that I'm not going to say anything to incriminate myself, Minnie," he responded teasingly, leaning back and grinning.

McGonagall grimaced. "Oh, I know. But strangely, this has nothing to do with any....mischief."

Sirius tilted his and raised his eyebrows. "What is it, then?"

"Well...I wouldn't ask, but....I have a quite a lot of money riding on this," McGonagall said, a strange tone to her voice, "and apparently the other professors feel you and I have the most amicable relationship. So..."

"Money?" Sirius echoed, very confused.

"Oh, bugger it," McGonagall muttered in a very uncharacteristic manner before speaking in a confident tone. "Are you and Mister Lupin finally an item or not? Because I bet both Pomona and Fillius you would be by Christmas, and a bonus would be nice around the holidays."

Sirius gaped for several moments before breaking into a huge grin. "Minnie. Betting on students? What would Dumbledore think?"

She just scoffed. "Oh, come now. He bet you two would be together by the beginning of this school year. He's already out."

Sirius burst into a fit of laughter. "Then I'm sorry to say he's actually the winner. Moony and I have been dating since August. You couldn't tell?"

A string of curse words that would have made Sirius's mother blush fell from McGonagall's mouth. "No. You two have always been affectionate, Sirius. Forgive me for saying this, but we've all seen it coming for over three years."

Sirius could only blink as he took that in.

"Now, if you'll excuse me. Albus is going to be insufferable," McGonagall sighed, showing Sirius to the door.

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A Chabad synagogue in Pomona, New York, burned to the ground on April 17th, along with its three Torah scrolls.

Torah scrolls are hand-written, hand-made, and kept in elaborately decorated cases or wrappings.

Many of them have long histories; my synagogue has two, I think, that were smuggled out of villages being destroyed in pogroms or in Nazi attacks. One of them is the only remaining piece of that village on earth.

Sometimes, the Torah scroll doesn't even belong to the synagogue, but is on loan from a place like the Memorial Scrolls Trust:

There's an entire Jewish holiday just for taking them out and dancing with them: Simchat Torah, "The Joy of Torah."

In fact, that was the holiday on which Hamas's invasion took place.

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So it's a particular tragedy when a Torah is destroyed.

Chabad itself has a page about what goes into making just one Torah scroll:

"An authentic Torah scroll is a mind-boggling masterpiece of labor and skill. Comprising between 62 and 84 sheets of parchment -- cured, tanned, scraped and prepared according to exacting Torah law specifications -- and containing exactly 304,805 letters, the resulting handwritten scroll takes many months to complete.

"An expert pious scribe carefully inks each letter with a feather quill, under the intricate calligraphic guidelines of Ktav Ashurit (Ashurite Script). The sheets of parchment are then sewn together with sinews to form one long scroll. While most Torah scrolls stand around two feet in height and weigh 20-25 pounds, some are huge and quite heavy, while others are doll-sized and lightweight."

I learned all of this on Tumblr.

Once upon time, in people's "punch Nazis" days, I would've been able to find some mention on Tumblr of this synagogue burning.

There is none, so I'm posting about it.

And I'm going to quote Daniel Weiner, Rabbi of Temple de Hirsch Sinai in Bellevue, Washington, when his own synagogue was vandalized last November:

"It’s horrific and heartbreaking.... [Taking out your feelings about] what's going on in the Middle East by defacing a sacred space of a synagogue -- that’s the very definition of antisemitism."

I'm also posting about the Kehillat Shaarei Torah Synagogue in Toronto, whose windows were broken on Friday, April 19th, by someone who also tried to break the front door down.

And the April 15 graffiti outside a Bangor, Maine synagogue that said, "Nazi Israel 30K murdered," next to a crossed-out Star of David. The same synagogue faced pro-Hamas flyers plastered around it in November.

I was going to include all the synagogues vandalized over the past six months. But there are way too many. Several every week. Lots are swastikas.

I'll go back to just doing attacks on and near synagogues.

Someone has to talk about the 1-year-old who was stabbed outside Temple Beth Zion-Beth Israel (BZBI) synagogue, in Philadelphia, on April 13th.

The foiled terrorist attack on a Moscow synagogue on April 11th.

The man who, on April 9th, screamed at the rabbi at Moldova's Great Synagogue, "What are you doing here? How come no one has finished you off for everything you are doing to the Palestinians?" Just one week after people had vandalized a Holocaust memorial in nearby Soroka, and sprayed "Free Palestine" on it.

The Oldenburg, Germany synagogue that was firebombed on April 5th.

The Florida Las Olas Chabad Jewish Center, which on March 16 burned, but not to the ground. The Torah scrolls were safe, and no one was hurt, but the back of the building was severely damaged.

The planned-but-thwarted-on-March-7th ISIS massacre in a Moscow synagogue.

The stabbing of an Orthodox Jew in Switzerland on March 5th. (He was badly injured, but expected to survive.)

A man leaving a synagogue in Paris was beaten on March 3rd.

People set the courtyard of a synagogue in Sfax, Tunisia on fire on February 27th. Firefighters managed to put the fire out before it consumed the inside of the building.

The synagogue is no longer used; there are no Jews left in its area, and fewer than 1,000 Jews left in Tunisia overall.

(Thousands of Tunisian Jews were sent to work camps during the Holocaust. Antisemitism across the Middle East continued to increase rapidly for decades. By the 1970s, 90% of Tunisian Jews had fled to France or Israel.)

On February 18, an Orthodox Jew leaving Synagogue of Inverrary-Chabad in Lauderhill, Florida, was beaten by an attacker yelling racial slurs.

Someone deliberately chose International Holocaust Remembrance Day, January 27, to smash all the windows in the front of Sgoolai Israel Synagogue in downtown Fredericton, New Brunswick.

On December 29, Turkey arrested 32 people linked to ISIS who were planning attacks on synagogues and churches.

On December 17, a man drove a U-Haul truck up onto the sidewalk between a barrier and the front door of the Kesher Israel Congregation in Washington D.C., got out, and started yelling "Gas the Jews." He also sprayed a foul-smelling substance on two people leaving the synagogue.

December 17 also saw 400 synagogues across the United States receive bomb threats.

On December 11, a man attacked an elderly couple on their way into a synagogue in Los Angeles, screaming, "Give me your earrings, Jew!!" and beating one of them bloody with a belt. (Happily, he chased the guy down the street, and caught him when his pants fell down.)

On December 10, a 16-year-old was arrested in Vienna for planning an attack on a synagogue.

On December 8, on the first night of Hanukkah, 15 synagogues in New York State received bomb threats. And someone screamed, "Free Palestine," and fired shots outside of Temple Israel in Albany, NY. Which has a preschool that was in session.

Meanwhile, the five Jews left in Egypt were canceling public Hanukkah candle-lighting at their synagogue out of fear of reprisals. Particularly after two Israelis in Alexandria had been gunned down by terrorists on October 8. (While Israel was still fighting Hamas in Israel.)

On November 15, a terrorist group set the only synagogue in Armenia on fire.

Armenian Secret Army for the Liberation of Armenia (ASALA) has a history of working with the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine (PFLP).

(PFLP is part of Hamas's network of groups. Samidoun is their nonprofit arm - which is why Germany banned Samidoun last year, although it's still active in many other countries.

PFLP is also actively supported by the Palestinian Youth Movement (PYM), a diaspora nonprofit group, and Within Our Lifetime (WOL), an SJP spinoff in NYC.)

On November 11, halfway through Shabbat services, police asked Central Shul in Melbourne, Australia to evacuate "as a precaution" due to a "pro-Palestinian" protest that had chosen the neighboring park as its gathering place. Australia has seen some very outspoken antisemitism at protests, including the march shortly after October 7 that chanted "Gas the Jews."

Also on November 11, protesters targeted a synagogue along a march route. They sat in their cars, spraying green smoke and shouting at people leaving the synagogue. The march itself featured a record number of horrifying signs and chants.

On November 7th, Congregation Beth Tikvah in Montreal was firebombed, and the back door of the Jewish organization across the street (Federation CJA) was set on fire.

On November 4, protesters chanted "Bomb Israel," and burned an Israeli flag outside the only synagogue in Malmo, Sweden.

During October, there were 501 antisemitic acts under investigation in France in just three weeks, including groups gathering in front of synagogues shouting threats, and graffiti such as the words “killing Jews is a duty” sprayed outside a stadium.

On October 18, people firebombed a synagogue in Berlin after homes all over the neighborhood were graffitied with stars of David.

And also on October 18, hundreds of "pro-Palestine" rioters attacked the Or Zaruah Synagogue, in the Spanish enclave of Melilla in North Africa, while worshippers were inside.

Based on the video, they seem to have blocked the synagogue entrance completely, while screaming "Murderous Israel" and waving Palestinian flags. (Melilla is an autonomous zone belonging to Spain. It borders Morocco.)

On October 17, during pro-Palestinian protests, hundreds of rioters set fire to Al Hammah synagogue, an abandoned house of prayer in central Tunisia. They hammered down the building’s walls and raised a Palestinian flag on the building. Police did not intervene.

The Facebook page "Tunigate", which has around 88 thousand followers, published a video of the assault. So did "Radio Bousalem”, with 83 thousand users. The vast majority of comments on these videos welcome these acts. The building was severely damaged and almost completely razed to the ground.

On October 15, bomb threats were sent to many East Coast synagogues. Attleboro synagogue Congregation Agudas-Achim received one of the emails, which read, "The bombs will blow up in a few hours. A lot of people will die. You all deserve to die."

On October 8 -- again, while Hamas was still in Israel -- Madrid’s main synagogue was defaced with graffiti that read “Free Palestine” next to a crossed-out Star of David.

And on October 7, an assailant in Rockland, NY fired a BB gun at two women entering a synagogue. Later in the month, a banner at the Stephen Wise Free Synagogue in the area was vandalized with the words, “Fuckin kikes."

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Professors and Plants

Severus Snape x Herbology!Reader Wordcount: ~2.4k Summary: You're the new replacement for Professor Sprout and one day you require someone to plant-sit for you.

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Severus was struck the first time he saw you enter the Great Hall for breakfast at the start of the new term. You were Professor Sprout’s replacement as well as her cousin, but most people wouldn’t have thought the latter due to your appearance. Your dark robes resembled his and you donned a pair of boots with yellow thread sewn into the tops of the soles. What really stood out was your hair. It was snow white, transitioning into black at the bottom third of your hair length like a gradient. Your eyes met his and held his gaze for no more than a second as you took the last available seat that happened to be at the opposite end of the head table.

Despite your dark appearance, you were perfectly amicable and polite with the other teachers, even Lockhart, but you weren’t one to ever start conversations with any of them, preferring to keep more to yourself unless someone wished to converse with you. 

The first time he talked to you was that same day before classes would start tomorrow to get a proper read on you. 

“Hello, Professor Snape,” you greeted mildly, turning away from a Sopophorous Bean plant to face him as he barely clicked the door to the greenhouse behind him.

“How do you know my name?” His eyebrows furrowed and his soft baritone voice floated through the air.

“I know your first name, too. We went to school together, but you were older. I graduated just before you took over for Professor Slughorn.”

“I see…”

“Is there something you need from me?”

“Dittany leaves. Surely, Pomona left a plant or two in your care.”

“She most definitely did. Will a standard 16 oz jar’s worth do?”

“Yes.”

You smiled softly, retrieving a mason jar and a pair of snippers, and began trimming the fuzzy green leaves of one of the tall dittany plants that sat in the corner. “Did you and Pomona have any arrangements?” you called back to him.

“Arrangements?” Snape repeated, his eyes flicking over a decorative succulent whose pot was shaped like a mushroom before looking back at you. 

“Given our positions, I imagine you and I will be supplying each other with inventory and remedies or what have you. I was just wondering if you and Pomona had any arrangements that made each other's lives easier or more efficient work-wise. Do you like your ingredients bottled a certain way? Are there certain things you find yourself running out of more often than others?”

“We didn’t have any specific protocols established. Pomona was annoyingly protective of her plants,” he stated coolly. “But…now that you mention it, my store of wormwood tends to fluctuate. The younger years can be…unapologetically wasteful.”

“Noted. I will try to remain well-stocked on wormwood. And by the way,” you screwed on the jar lid, the glass filled to the brim with leaves—not so compactly that they were squashed inside, but certainly not leaving much wiggle room either, “I’m not as crazy a plant lady as my cousin is. Minerva tells me you're quite competent at your job and it sounds like I can trust you so…if you ever need to grab something feel free to come and go through the greenhouses as you please. I just ask that if I happen to not be present to leave a note citing what you took and the quantity. Y’know, for proper record keeping ‘n all. If I know what I have then I know what I can still provide you with.”

Snape nodded lightly. “Yes… That sounds practical enough.”

“Good,” you hummed, handing him the mason jar, your fingertips just barely brushing as he took it from you. “Glad we understand each other."

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Duties aside, you and Professor Snape got along rather well. He respected your need for notes and wrote what he took crystal clear, signing them off with “S.S”. You delivered ingredients he’d sent for in a timely manner, ensuring they weren’t overly compacted or bottled improperly. He returned the courtesy when it came to any potion meant to help your plants’ growth, sometimes brewing them fresh rather than giving you a bottle that had sat on the shelf for months at a time. Sometimes he’d add a sarcastic little comment on the notes about a student or a certain DADA teacher who you’d both found to be pretentious. 

From the notes blossomed more sociable interactions. Despite being separated by multiple floors, your classes were within the same vicinity of the castle’s layout, which meant, more often than not, you’d run into him when descending down to meals as he ascended up. You’d walk with each other, and talk a little bit, whether it be about incidents in the classroom or happenings informed to the both of you from the Prophet. The conversations would continue at meals where you’d start sitting next to one another. You didn’t get to know each other beyond a collegial level until around early November when the temperature started to get colder every day and the leaves were a vibrant wash of yellow, orange, and red. Your open-door policy on your greenhouses remained the same, but you had clarified that if he ever wanted to have tea or escape the chill of the dungeons, that open-door policy extended to your warm and cozy office. One day he knocked and when you opened the door he simply stated, “It’s cold,” before you promptly held the door back further, allowing him entry. 

You’d drink tea often, sometimes while the both of you graded, passively enjoying one another’s company as you did so, sometimes sitting on the couch or chairs and having direct conversations with one another. You compared each other's schooling experience with one another, gaping at the fact that he knew so many curses and had even invented a few spells. He confessed that it was actually Lockhart’s position he wanted, not to teach potions. 

“I didn’t take you for a Hufflepuff when I first saw you,” he admitted one afternoon.

“Was there anything else to take me as, Severus? My being here was not only to satisfy the Herbology teacher role, but also to fill the Head of Hufflepuff spot.”

“Of course, just outwardly…you didn’t seem the type. And the students have joked that your creatively witty chiding ought to have landed you in Slytherin.”

You exhaled quietly. “My whole family is mostly Hufflepuff with a few Gryffindors sprinkled in, but even so I understand my general dark attire and reticence made me a bit of a black sheep amongst my peers. I can’t really disagree with you much on that second point. All I can say in my defense is that my loyalty is sharper than my tongue. If you ever need a reminder that I am indeed a Hufflepuff, know that I am always wearing this.” You rolled up the left sleeve of your dark robe to reveal a beaded bracelet around your wrist, each bead yellow with black text stamped in on the sides, spelling out “HUFFLEPUFF.”

An unexpected, incredulous smirk tugged on Severus’s lips. “You really wear that all the time?”

“Only when I’m not bathing or sleeping. My sister made it for me after we got sorted. We, unfortunately, were not placed in the same house… Don’t look at me like that!” you chuckled at the mostly feigned repulsed expression regarding your sibling's sickly sweet behavior. “I happen to like this bracelet, thank you very much!”

“Who knew under your robes was something so garishly bright,” he sneered playfully.

“You’re not as slick as you think either, Severus. Don’t think I didn’t see that Slytherin scarf beneath your cloak at the last Quidditch match,” you eyed him knowingly. He parted his lips to refute but found he had no argument and grumbled while blushing against his tea cup.

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“Pardon me, Professor Lockhart, but could I speak to you for a moment?” 

The DADA teacher replied with an “Of course, dear” as he followed you to a spot off to the side from the entrance of the Great Hall after you had finished lunch one Friday afternoon. Severus eyed the both of you as he himself was slowly exiting the Great Hall as well. He slowed his pace down significantly as he floated through the corridor so he could pick up on what you two were saying. You had never willingly started a conversation with Lockhart before.

“...going to be gone this weekend. Leaving tonight, actually…

…take care of a few plants…? I left instructions in Greenhouse 4…”

“...ourse I can! Watering a few plants should be easier than defeating a vampire or two…”

You wanted Lockhart to plant-sit for you this weekend? That actually stung him a bit. Why wouldn’t you ask him to plant-sit for you? He was perfectly capable of doing so and he knew your greenhouses like the back of his hand. Did you not actually trust him like you claimed to?

He kept silent on the matter, his expression remaining impassive as he saw you off to the midnight train in Hogsmeade that same night. 

“See you Monday, Severus,” you bid softly, lightly patting his upper arm before stepping off the platform and disappearing into the night on the train until it was no more than a dot in the distance.

Severus didn’t trust Lockhart to do what was asked of him. Not one bit. Unless it was DADA-related or stroked his ego directly, the man couldn’t be bothered to accomplish what was asked of him. He imagined the fool would pass off the task to a student. Severus unlocked Greenhouse 4 the next morning and found the instructions you had left behind for Lockhart. They were simple and bullet-pointed, detailing exactly what to do and where he could find what. All that was asked of him was to spray a batch of Alihotsy plants with a germinating solution that sat on the third shelf in the supply cabinet, rotate them out of the sun at three o’clock each day, place them back at dawn, trim the matured leaves and store them in a jar. “Eventually to be delivered to our amazing potion master,” it noted, making him smile.

Severus kept a watchful eye on Lockhart that first day. Lockhart remained in his office until lunch, and after that made a trip down to Hogsmeade, no doubt to drink and find some entertaining company. At 2:45, Snape went up to Greenhouse 4 and confirmed that nothing had been moved from when he entered there this morning, the germinating solution still sitting in the exact same spot. He sprayed them all heartily and shifted the plants to a shelf away from the sun’s sight. A few leaves had matured so he gingerly snipped them from the stem and placed them in a standard mason jar. He also noticed several snails trying to sneak their way into some Potted Mandrake and disposed of them as well as repaired some worn netting protecting the Shrivelfig that was meant to keep out aphids.

He came by Sunday morning and treated the Alihotsy the same, making sure to place them in the sun at dawn so they had absorbed plenty of light by mid-afternoon. Once again, Lockhart hadn’t even bothered. 

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You returned Monday morning while everyone was at breakfast. Upon stepping into Greenhouse 4, you sighed in relief when it looked as though your plants had indeed been taken care of in your absence. You smiled pleasantly when you noticed some protective netting had been repaired, a task you planned on getting to when you had returned, but your smile broadened even more when you noticed a muddy boot print on the ground, one that did not at all belong to Professor Lockhart.

“Thank you for taking care of the Alihotsy this weekend,” you said to Lockhart who happened to be passing by the door that led down to the kitchen as you had come back from retrieving a snack that would substitute breakfast.

“Huh? Oh!” The man quickly recovered. The look of confusion lasted not even a second before plastering on a smile. “Yes, it was nothing! You can always count on me, Y/N!” he winked. You nodded once, drifting away from the man in favor of walking alongside the potion master who was breezing by in the same corridor.

“Hi,” you greeted. 

“Welcome back,” he replied, hiding his delight at your return. 

“Did anything interesting happen while I was gone?”

“Not particularly, though I was tempted to push Lockhart down a flight of stairs multiple times.” 

“Aren’t we all,” you laughed.

He walked with you all the way back to your office, select words hanging on the tip of his tongue until finally, he couldn’t hold them back anymore as you pushed on the handle of the door.

“Lockhart didn’t take care of your plants,” Severus blurted. 

“Oh?” Your hand slipped from the handle to face him with feigned curiosity.

“I didn’t trust him and…was proven correct when he ignored the task and instead spent his time in Hogsmeade, so I took care of them,” he explained carefully.

You smiled sweetly at him, lacing your fingers together in front of you. “I know, Severus.”

His breath caught in his throat. “You do?”

“Mhm. Truthfully it wouldn't have been the end of the world had those plants gone a couple of days without treatment, but I wanted to see what Lockhart would do and how he’d react to receiving false praise. I can’t say I’m surprised by the results, really. He’s as phony as ever.”

The potion master smirked. “Quite.”

You took a small step forward, stood on your tippy toes, and pressed a kiss to his forehead, making him flush pink when you pulled back and looked at him with twinkling eyes. “Thank you for taking care of my plants, Severus,” you murmured, affectionately squeezing his shoulders, before slipping inside of your office. Severus stood frozen in shock, his heart drumming in his chest before he managed to stop his brain from short-circuiting further. Without warning, he entered your office as well—you did have an open door policy after all—where he received another kiss. And another. And another…

He should plant-sit for you more often.

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Secret Keepers (Severus Snape x Y/n)

Pt.2 -> Secret Keepers

Severus Snape x fem!pregnant!wife!professor

Main Masterlist here -> DracoLilHoe

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Warnings - Female reader, use of Y/n, mild swearing, Professor reader, mentions of mensurating

Words: +1.5k

Summary: Severus & Y/n have been secretly married for the last few years. Y/n has a hunch that something big is happening, but isn't sure if she should trust her instincts.

If you find mistakes please tell me! I'm not a perfect writer so please just let me know. Happy reading! :)

Just breathe, Y/n. Everything is perfectly fine. I say to myself as I pace around my classroom. You're freaking out over nothing. It's normal for everyone to miss their period sometimes, but two weeks? Maybe I should see Poppy just to be sure. I let out a shaky breath and made my way to the hospital wing, my footsteps echoing in the empty corridors.

"Poppy?" I call as I walk into the Hospital wing. "Hello? Oh! Y/n dear lovely to see you! Is something the matter? You seem distressed." Merlin, this is going to be awkward. "Um… I was wondering if you happened to have a pregnancy test?" Her eyebrows shoot up slightly as she stares at me. "Yes. Yes, I do. Do you need one?" "Yes. That would be great." "Alright, give me a moment." She walks over to her office to fetch the test as I rock back and forth nervously.

The clicking of the heels can be heard a few moments later as she comes back with the test in hand. "The bathroom is just over there," She points over to a door on the far end of the wing. "take all the time you need." She gives me a comforting pat on the back and a soft push forward.

After I do my business I place the test on the bathroom counter face down and wash my hands. I lean against the wall of the bathroom as I gaze at the test. I sigh heavily and rub my eyes. "It's now or never…" I mutter picking up the small stick. I look down and stare at the single pink word.

Positive

"Holy shit. Holy shit," I whisper as the test falls to the floor and my hands fly to my tear-filled eyes. "I'm gonna be a mom… I'm gonna be a mom!" A soft knocking can be heard as a soft voice calls, "Y/n… is everything alright?" I open the door and stare at the older woman in front of me. She glances at my tear-stained cheeks and the test now on the floor. She bends down, picks up the test, and her eyes widen as her mouth falls open. "Dear Merlin," she whispers, "you're pregnant!" I nod as she pulls me into a tight hug. "Congratulations!" She says excitedly as we pull away and she rubs my shoulders softly. "Thank you."

"If you don't mind me asking… who's the father?" I sigh. "Promise me you'll keep it a secret. We'd like to keep our marriage private." "Marriage!?" "Poppy! Promise me!" "Okay, okay I promise." "It's Severus." "What!?" "Keep your voice down will ya! Someone could be walking by." Poppy sighs, "Damnit, I owe Minerva and Pomona 10 galleons." "Excuse me? What do you mean you owe them galleons!?" "Um… well me, Albus, Minnie, Fillius, Hagrid, and Pomona bet on whether you and Severus would end up together. Minnie and Pomona said you would and the rest of us said you wouldn't. We were clearly wrong."

"Poppy!" A voice calls from the entrance to the hospital wing. Poppy turns around to find Minerva with a puzzled expression on her face. Minerva glances at my tear-stained face and then the test in Poppy's hand. "Y/n, are you alright?" "Never better, Minnie." Minerva walks over and takes the test from Poppy's hand. "Y/n, you're pregnant?! Who's the father? When did this happen?" "Minnie!" "What! I'm just curious!" "Okay, first off the father is Sev," she gasps and I roll my eyes, "Second, I know you guys bet on us." She laughs nervously. "No hard feelings, right?" I sigh and shake my head. "No hard feelings," she lets out a breath and laughs nervously, "But I want 20%."

"Y/nnn," she whines "Pleaseee don't do this" "Hand it over girl." I giggle as she pouts her lip but hands me some money from her pocket. "Thank you." I place the money in my back pocket as well as the test Minerva handed back to me. "When are you going to tell Severus?" Poppy asks as the three of us walk toward the entrance to the wing. My face falls slightly as I fidget with my fingers. "Probably after dinner," I whisper nervously. "Don't be nervous! Everything will be fine!" Minerva says as she pulls me into a motherly embrace. I sigh and hug her back. "Thank you, Minnie." "I should probably get going. My next class starts soon," I glance down at my watch. "I'll see you two at dinner." "Good luck, Y/n!" They say as I make my way back to my classroom.

**Dinner**

I head to the Great Hall and enter through the large doors. Walking up to the broad table at the far end of the hall taking a seat next to Severus. "Hello, love," I whisper. A smile appears on his face as he gives me a quick glance. I hear giggling and glance to my left to see Minerva and Poppy smirking at me. I roll my eyes as I place some food on my plate. "So, how was your day, Severus?" Severus gives me a confused look as he side-eyes the girls. "The usual. Gave Potter a detention this evening" I nod not really paying attention to what he is saying, "Severus, I was wondering if I could speak to you after dinner. It's urgent." His eyebrows furrow in confusion, but he nods.

Once dinner is finished Severus stands up and heads towards his office. I watch him as he goes and feel my body heat up from the nerves. "So, have you told him yet?" A voice asks from behind me. I jump and let out a small squeal. "Minnie! What the bloody hell!" "Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! I was just curious." "No. I haven't told him yet. I'm going to go tell him right now." "Okay! Good luck, Y/n!" I nod as I stand up and begin walking to his office. "You better name it after me!" She calls. I laugh and answer back, "You wish!" A few students and staff members who are still present in the hall exchange glances with each other as they stare at me and Minerva.

I begin heading down the stairs toward the dungeons. The cold atmosphere making me shiver. I reach the door to Sev's office and softly tap my knuckles against the dark wood. "Severus?" "Enter." Says the cold monotone voice of my dear husband. I open the door leaving it slightly ajar and am met with the familiar smell of parchment and books. I glance up to see my husband sitting at his desk with a quill in hand and papers scattered on his desk. His cold eyes meet mine but soften instantly. "Hey, love. You wanted to talk about something?" I nod. He pushes his chair back and pats his lap. "Come."

I walk over and straddle him my hands moving to play with his hair. (Something he will never admit to liking out loud.) He moves his hands to draw small circles on my thighs. "Speak." "Well, I went to see Poppy this morning and-" "What? Why? Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He asks as he caresses my cheek. "Sev! Let me finish," He sighs, "Go on." "To answer your question I'm perfectly fine. I just haven't um… well… I haven't gotten my period for almost three weeks. I just got worried so I went to Poppy," He raises his eyebrows slightly but doesn't interrupt. "I asked her for a test and she gave me one," I reach into my back pocket and pull out the test handing it to him.

He takes the test from my hands and turns it around to stare at the pink word against the small screen. "You're… You're pregnant?" He whispers as he looks up at me. I nod as tears fill my eyes. He pulls me into a tight hug as he kisses my head. "I can't believe it… we're gonna have a baby." I look up at his shocked face and giggle as we pull apart. "Is that why Minerva and Poppy were acting weird?" I lay my head on his shoulder. "Yeah. They both found out about us this morning. Did you know they placed a bet on us?" "They did, did they," he says as he kisses my forehead and begins running his fingers through my hair. "As much as I would love to hold you for the rest of the evening… Mr. Potter has a detention… and should be arriving soon." I sigh and get off his lap as he stands up and pulls me into his chest. "I love you, darling, I'll come see you tonight." He leans down for a loving kiss. I smile and walk over to the door as he sits back down at his desk. "Love you!" I say as I begin to make my way back to my chambers.

Unbeknownst to both of us Harry had been listening through the crack in the door and knew everything. He wouldn't tell anyone, right?

It's the bloody dungeon bat for crying out loud!

Of course, he would!

Breakfast should be interesting tomorrow…

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Always - S.Snape

Summary - She thought her husband was dead after the battle at Hogwarts after not being able to find him until the boathouse.

Pairings - Husband!Snape x Wife!Reader

Warnings - Talks of blood, death, worry, female reader, use of Y/N

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The amount of worry she felt was like no other. Her heart stopped when she didn’t see Severus after Voldemort was defeated. She frantically searched the crowd to no avail. “Harry! Where’s Severus? Where is he?!” She shouted at the boy.

“He was in the boathouse, Nagini attacked hi-”

She didn’t even let the boy finish before she took off running to the boathouse, nearly falling down the plethora of stairs going down. Her heart was beating out of her chest, breathless as she approached the docks. She threw open the doors, the putrid metallic smell of blood hit her nose like a ton of bricks. The sight was no better, a mix of dark red and dried brown scattered around, pooling under the man’s body.

“Severus! Severus please!” She cried out as she fell to her knees in the pool, she didn’t even feel the scraping of her skin on the concrete, only focused on the man she called her husband. She looked at him as tears streamed down her face, inspecting the bite on his neck and his chest, hoping to see it rise with a breath. 

Immediate relief washed over her as she watched his chest rise weakly. “Sev, open your eyes, please. I can’t do this without you, please,” She begged the man.

Slowly and weakly, his eyes fluttered open, a small smile gracing his pale lips, “Hi lovely,” He rasped.

“What do you need? How can I help you? I don’t know what to do!”

“Relax. I have antivenom in my pocket, can you grab it?”

“Which one?” 

“The left.”

She frantically dug into his disgusting amount of pockets before finally feeling the vile in the last one. She shakily opened it before pouring the contents into his mouth. As he was swallowing she ripped her already torn cloak and put pressure on the still bleeding wound on his neck. She couldn’t remember the spell to heal wounds for the life of her, her brain was scattered, her heart still racing. She couldn’t hear the footsteps approaching the boathouse until the door swung open, grabbing her wand and standing in front of Severus, a spell on her tongue, anything to protect him.

A red blast wrecked the side of the door before she heard a familiar voice, “It’s Minerva and Pomona!”

“Help me! He’s bleeding and I don’t know what to do!”

Madame Pomphrey rushed into the boathouse, her wand at the ready to heal the man in front of her. Minerva was quick to take Y/N out as Madame Pomphrey did her best to heal the potions master. It was only then that she felt like she could break down, collapsing to the ground in a fit of sobs.

“I can’t lose him Minnie!”

“You won’t, Pomona knows what to do. You need to let it out, feel your emotions, talk me through it,” Minerva guided her.

“All I could smell was his blood and that’s the only thing I could see. I thought he was dead, he wasn’t breathing when I got to him but then he started after a minute. I was so scared, I am scared,” She rambled to the older professor, “Then he’s telling me that I need to relax! Who can relax when they see the love of their life knocking on death’s door? Then he’s telling me he had antivenom in his pocket and he has so many damn pockets that I couldn’t find it!”

“He’s a smart man.”

“I know that but he’s so stupid at times! Why would he meet Voldemort in the boathouse by himself?! That was so stupid!”

“He was playing his role, granted it nearly got him killed but he helped get rid of Voldemort for good.”

“You know calling your husband stupid isn’t a very nice thing, lovely,” Severus’ voice rang out. She scrambled to her feet before tripping her way to her husband, the man who was now standing at the doorway with the help of Pomona, engulfing him in a tight hug and staying there, holding the man.

“Shut up,” She whimpered into chest. 

“I’m okay, the antivenom worked and Pomona healed my wounds. I’m okay,” He assured her, hugging her back just as tight. 

“I thought you were gonna die.”

“Never, not when I have you to get back to. I’ll always come back to you.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

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Sex Pollen Part Two || Severus Snape

Synopsis - You hadn't seen your old potions Professor since that day and you were becoming increasingly worried for him. You go to his classroom one evening to make sure he was okay. You certainly didn't expect what was to come.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - Reader is 18+!

Word Count - 2.1k.

Part One Here.

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It had been a few days since your ‘incident’ with the potions Professor. Pomona had told you exactly what Severus had told her later that evening after he had ‘run his tests’ - that the clear liquid inside the vial was a sex pollen. You pretended to be surprised, exclaiming that you didn’t know such a thing existed. Pomona was stunned and equally as confused as to how such a thing managed to find its way into her greenhouses. A thorough investigation was to be held with Headmaster Dumbledore, but that didn’t concern you. 

You were currently sitting in the Great Hall for the evening feast. Your eyes wandered around the room, scanning the students and colleagues that you had come to know so well when your eyes settled on an empty chair. Severus’ empty chair. You hadn’t seen him since that day and to say you were becoming slightly concerned was an understatement. You made a mental note to go to his classroom after the feast for a welfare check. Until then, you joined in the festivities and leaned into the gossip taking place at the Professor’s table. When the feast was over you waited for all of the students to leave for their common rooms before taking your leave. With a polite nod and a smile, you excused yourself from the other Professor's company and made haste for the dungeons. 

You wrapped your robes around you as you walked into the dungeons. The air was so cold and the atmosphere was so gloomy that you wondered why Severus spent all of his time down here away from everyone else. It was no surprise that he was as stoic as he was. You walked swiftly to the potions classroom door and knocked. When there was no response in the form of a droning ‘come in’ from the other side, you peaked your head around the door. It appeared to be empty. You frowned and stepped into the room, looking around at the dimly lit space. “Severus?” You asked quietly, walking further into the room. You waited patiently for a response but none came. You walked towards Severus’ desk as if he would appear out of thin air, when you noticed parchment scattered amongst the tabletop. You knew you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help but snoop. Your hands reached out to touch the brown parchment, gently rubbing the corner between your thumbs as you read the contents: 

My dearest, 

Since that day, I’ve not stopped thinking about you. I cannot get you out of my head. Every night before I go to sleep, I think about you. Every morning when I wake up, I think about you. 

I fear that I am falling in love with you. 

Your eyes widened. Severus was in love with someone? You felt your heart clench slightly at the thought. Since that fateful day, your feelings for him had grown. Your desire for him developed into something you had never known before and you didn’t think it could ever be quenched. Feeling yourself stumble backwards slightly, you grasped the chair that was pushed under the desk to keep yourself upright as countless thoughts spun around your mind. You were so preoccupied with the parchment in your hand that you failed to notice the classroom door had slammed shut and a figure was walking furiously towards you. The parchment was yanked out of your hand before you even had time to realise what was going on and you looked up to see Severus looming over you. “What are you doing here?” He asked coldly, looking you up and down with an apparent disdain. 

You shuffled awkwardly on the spot before wrapping your robes further around your freezing body. “I-I came to see if you were okay. I haven’t seen you since…” Your voice trailed off. He knew what you meant. 

“I’m fine,” he snapped, pointing at the classroom door. “Now leave.” 

“You’re in love with someone,” you mumble, motioning towards the parchment in his hand that he was gripping so tightly it had crumpled around the middle. “Who is it?” 

“None of your business,” Severus hissed. “You shouldn’t be poking your nose in things that are not yours.”  

“I-I’m sorry,” you stuttered. Suddenly, you felt as if you were his pupil once again. It was as if you were getting chastised for not doing your homework or missing an essential ingredient in a potion. You certainly didn’t feel like his equal. 

“Did you hear what I said? Leave.” Before you could even find it in you to move, you shook your head. Severus was surprised by your defiance and growled at you, “excuse me?” 

You gulped the lump down your throat and spoke up, feigning confidence. “I’m not leaving. I came to see if you were okay and I don’t think you are. Therefore, no. I’m not leaving.” 

“You’re insufferable,” he spat. 

“You weren’t complaining the other day,” you said cockily, rolling your eyes. As soon as the words left your lips, you regretted it. 

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing!” You said immediately, hoping he really hadn’t heard you. But he had. He slammed his hand down onto his desk and leaned into your face.

“Say. That. Again.” 

You felt your bottom lip tremble slightly and, despite the anger in his voice that should have had tears welling in your eyes, an arousal stir in your stomach. Your face inched closer to his, “I said; you weren’t complaining the other day.” Without a warning, Severus slammed his lips onto yours. A squeal of surprise left your mouth, but you quickly relaxed into the kiss, kissing back with equal amounts of fever. You let go of the chair to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. For a moment you both forgot where you were. When you pulled away, you were breathless and allowed your eyes to scan the room. “You kept it?” You asked, gazing into his eyes.

Severus looked away quickly and glanced towards the shelf. Sitting behind countless potions he had made was the sex pollen you had brought to him the other day. He looked back at you with an open mouth and began to explain, “I kept it… to use it.” 

“To use it?” You asked, tilting your head in confusion.

Severus nodded, brushing his lips over yours once more. “I thought it gave me the best orgasm of my life, but it turns out that what it really was, was your tight pussy around my cock.”

His words had your brain melting and the ache between your legs became unbearable. “Really?” You asked, eyes wide with lust. 

Severus simply nodded, kissing you once again. His lips glided over yours with ease and his tongue poked out to lick your bottom lip. You gladly let his tongue into your mouth, moaning at the sensation of his muscle fighting your own. “I want to feel you again,” came his words against your lips. You didn’t even hesitate, just nodded pathetically. At your consent, Severus pressed you firmly against his desk, pulling his lips away from yours momentarily so he could work to undress you quicker. You heard him mutter something under his breath about your Professor’s robes being in his way, but you didn’t get the chance to give a smart reply because he was kissing you again almost instantaneously. The bottom half of your body was bare before you could even blink and Severus was already tugging his hardened cock out of the fly of his trousers. His tip was an angry colour of red, oozing pre-cum that made your mouth water and pussy drip shamefully. “Lay on your back, on the desk,” Severus mumbled to you softly, pointing at his desk. 

“But your parchment-”

“I don’t give a fuck about my parchments right now Y/N,” he said, making you flinch slightly at his tone. You nodded quickly and lay on top of the parchments that covered the tabletop, spreading your legs wide for the potions Professor to marvel at your exposed cunt. He slicked his tip between your folds to lubricate himself before slowly pushing into you, a desperate moan falling from his lips as he fully sheathed himself inside of you.

“Oh,” came your voice, hushed and quiet as you closed your eyes to adjust yourself to his length once again. You let out a shaky breath as Severus began to move his hips against yours slowly, hands grasping at your covered chest for something to hold on to.  

“You - ah - you feel so good,” Severus groaned. His comment had your pussy clenching around his cock, grip like a vice. 

“Do you think so?” You asked. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his cock reached the deeper parts of you that you never imagined would be touched. 

“I know so,” he growled, hands trailing your body to grip your hips. Severus pressed a long, slender thumb against your clit and began to make circular motions forcing a surprised gasp to leave your lips. The last time he fucked you, all he could think about was his own release as a result of the sex pollen, but now he was fully focused on your pleasure. He raised your hips slightly off the desk so he could angle his cock deeper inside you while circling your clit expertly. You wondered where he had learned to do all of this because you didn’t peg him as a man of much experience, but your stomach churned at the thought of asking, so you kept your mouth shut and allowed yourself to feel his painfully hard cock moving inside of you. 

You cried out as your orgasm came crashing over you like waves in the sea. Your legs shook slightly as you wrapped them tightly around Severus’s waist, pulling his bottom half as far into yours as he could go. Your mouth opened into an ‘o’ shape and you let out moan after shameless moan. The sight pushed Severus over the edge and he sped up his movements ever-so-slightly so he could reach his orgasm at the same time. You realised he was about to cum, and so, you begged him, “please Severus. Please cum inside of me.”

Severus nodded and let himself go. His hands gripped your hips tighter as he came, painting your insides a milky-white and letting your name fall from his lips like a prayer. “Oh fuck, Y/N,” he groaned loudly, hips still rutting against yours as your cunt milked him dry. Once he had finally stopped cumming, Severus let his head drop to your chest as he attempted to catch his breath. Post orgasm clarity began kicking in for you. You pushed Severus off of your chest and grabbed your long skirt. “What’s wrong?” Severus asked, watching as you dressed yourself. 

“I’m sorry,” you said, wrapping your Professor's robes around your body, suddenly self-conscious. “I refuse to be the other woman.” 

“The other woman?” Severus asked. He was confused as to what you meant. 

“Your parchment. You’re in love with someone, I can’t come between that-”

“Y/N.”

“Severus I can’t!” You cried, tears welling in your eyes thinking he was going to try and convince you otherwise. 

“Y/N,” he said again, more sternly this time. “There is no other woman.” You picked up the crumpled parchment off the table and shoved it in his face. Severus took it from you and let out a soft sigh. “You are the woman.” 

You felt your heart skip a few beats as soon as the words left his lips. Your face burned red from an emotion you weren’t entirely sure of; it wasn’t exactly embarrassment and it wasn’t exactly self-consciousness. It was somewhere in between the two. You took a step towards Severus and wrapped your arms around his neck before crashing your lips onto his. He kissed back happily, his own arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. When you pulled away you were breathless. “You mean it?” 

“I mean it,” he gazed into your eyes and gave you a soft smile. You buried your head into his chest and inhaled his scent.

After a few seconds in his loving embrace, you finally spoke up. “So… What does this make us?” 

“Lovers?” Severus asked, eagerly awaiting your response. 

“I like the sound of that,” you said with a smirk, standing on your tiptoes to kiss the tip of his nose. “I should get going, Professor.”

“Are you sure, Professor?” He asked you. “You’re more than welcome to stay and help me grade some papers.”  

“Potion’s isn’t my forte,” you replied, smiling sheepishly. 

“Maybe I can teach you some more,” he suggested, his voice holding a hint of seductiveness. You nodded and plopped down opposite his chair at the desk and placed your hands on your chin. Severus grinned and took his seat before grabbing a pile of parchment out of his desk drawer. It was certainly going to be a long and interesting night.

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"Shhh"

Severus Snape x professor!slytherin!reader

Chapter 1, part 1

Word counter: 1.1k

Warnings: alcohol?

Movie/book: Philosopher/Sorcerer’s stone

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You were excited to come back to Hogwarts for teaching History of Magic. You were excited to meet your teachers, most of all your favourite, Professor Slughorn, the Potions Master and head of the Slytherin house.

On your first day you came to sit on the table with other professors, you saw familiar faces: Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, Madam Pomfrey and others. But you didn’t see Professor Slughorn. You asked Dumbledore:

"Where’s professor Slughorn? Did he quit?"

"yes, like ten years ago, right after your graduation".

Oh, that’s really sad, you thought. "Who is the Potion Master now then?"

"Severus Snape, he is a Slytherin too. Maybe you would hear about him when you were in school, he is four years older than you, maybe there were some school rumours about him that you’ve heard of".

"I can barely remember my same-years’ names, i don’t think i would remember him even if i did hear stuff".

"Severus is a great person deep inside, he just doesn’t show it so often. I would suggest you to keep a good relationship with him. You may be going on some events together as the youngest teachers here."

You looked at the Potions Master. He had long black hair, dark eyes and pale skin. You turned back to Dumbledore. "Okay then, I’ll try."

At the lunch, you sat next to Severus. Unexpectedly, he talked to you. "So, you happen to be the new professor of History of Magic, am i right?"

"Yes, and you are professor Snape, if i’ve been told correct.". He hummed. "Dumbledore said that you are four years older than me so… you’re 31 and we happen to be the youn-"

Snape interrupted you. "well, so you’re 27. I thought you were older than me by your… appearance". You decided to not pay attention to his tease, because you’ll be working together and you didn’t wanna get in trouble.

The next day after lunch, Minerva asked all the professors to go to The Three Broomsticks to drink frozen butterbeer.

You were discussing with professor Flitwick and Snape about some work stuff, when Minerva approached you.

"Hello, would you like to go for some butterbeer on Saturday?"

You answered "Yeah, for sure, that’ll be lovely".

"Filius, Severus, what about you?".

"I’m sorry, Minerva, but I have to do a lot of grading till next week." answered Flitwick.

Severus mumbled: "Drinking butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks Inn… disgusting thing to do as a professor.."

McGonagall replied "Oh, well, taking sluts at the Knockturn Alley is definitely better".

"Shut up! Alright..".

You tried hard not to laugh, but a light giggle escaped your mouth.

On Saturday, you came to the Three Broomsticks where you found professors McGonagall, Dumbledore and Sprout. They greeted you and you joined them. You were drinking and talking about some stuff. After a hour and a half, Snape came up to your table. "Sorry for coming late, i was.. choosing what to wear." Minerva looked at Severus and laughed silently. "You’re wearing the same black suit that you wear everyday, Severus." He took a seat next to Albus and Pomona.

"Uhm so I began to say that when Minerva and me used to be young…" continued Dumbledore.

You get drunk quickly, so you got drunk from few cups of butterbeer. You began to fall asleep on the table.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Minerva asked concerned. You have already fell asleep.

"Albus, what should we do?" Dumbledore looked at you for few seconds, then said "Severus, can you please help miss Y/L/N get to her chambers? They are in the dungeon too."

Snape looked at the headmaster, happy on the inside that he could finally leave that place. "Yeah." Severus casted "Wingardium Leviosa" and lifted you in the air, going with you to the dungeon. Minerva mumbled "i tell you, someday this man will give mr. Filch trauma"

Soon you got in the dungeon, Severus unlocked the door to your chambers with the Alohomora spell and entered you bedroom. He slowly put you in your bed and covered you with a blanket, murmuring "hope you won’t remember that I have ever done this." and headed to his chambers.

In the morning, you woke up with a terrible headache, drank a glass of water and sat on your couch. You heard someone knocking on the door, and said "come in". Snape entered.

"is everything alright? Minerva asked me to check on you."

"yes, i think so. Uhm.. why are you checking on me if McGonagall could done this herself?"

Severus rolled his eyes and said "Because “I should keep a good relationship with you and be nice” and stuff."

"Got it."

"Also, in the evening Dumbledore asked you to come to his office." Snape was heading to the door.

"Why? Did something bad happen?"

He turned back to you and replied: "I’m not sure i can tell you, professor Y/L/N"

Severus left your chambers.

Later that day, you were going to Dumbledore’s office. You heard Albus, Severus and Minerva talking:

"Albus, trust me, we should ask her to help us! She is a powerful witch that could protect it!"

"I agree with professor Dumbledore. She is too young for that, we could manage it ourselves."

"Severus, right now we need any defence possible. It is stupid to say that everything will be alright if we won’t increase the Stone’s protection."

"SILENCE!" Shouted Dumbledore.

"She is here, professor." said Snape.

You entered Dumbledore’s office. "Good evening. I came a bit earlier but didn’t want to interrupt you."

Minerva smiled at you. "Hello, my dear. You should be wondering why you’re here."

"Yeah, kind of."

Albus said: "well, you already know that the third floor corridor on the right hand is out of bounds. Let me tell you now why. Did you heard about the Philosopher’s Stone?"

"Yes. Turns any metal into pure gold and produces the Elixir of Life"

"So, to protect it we have put it in a chamber guarded by six enchantments and creatures, provided by the professors at Hogwarts: Pomona's web of Devil's Snare; Winged Keys, charmed by Filius Flitwick; a life-size board of Wizard's Chess, transfigured and animated by Minerva McGonagall; professor Quirrell's mountain troll; professor Snape's potion riddle and Hagrid's massive three-headed dog, Fluffy, defending the trap door through which the chamber is accessed."

"And why would that stone suddenly need that protection?" You asked.

Minerva answered you before Dumbledore could say anything. "We are afraid that The Dark Lord wants to rise again."

"And that’s why he wants the Stone.."

"Yes."

Dumbledore said: "and we want you to help us protect it."

"Okay. I will think what i could do."

"Thank you so much, Y/N"

You left the office and headed to the library to do some research.

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love and mandrakes

sirius black x gn!reader

word count: 5,220

warnings: swearing, fluff, i think that's literally it, but let me know if it's not

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The greenhouse windows are frosty this morning, and you can feel the chill seeping in through the thin glass panes. You fight the urge to lift your finger, using the tip to draw a face in the condensation gathering on the one nearest you. 

You’re stood at the back of the greenhouse, like always. You’ve never liked to be very close to Professor Sprout–certainly not because of any disdain towards the woman–but for the fear that she’d have something negative to say about your work. This is despite the fact that she’s been nothing but kind to you regarding every plant that’s ever been in your care.

Really it’s just that you’d beat yourself up if you killed a plant that makes you so determined to do well.

You’re twenty minutes early for class today. Early enough that it’s just you and Professor Sprout in the greenhouse. Everyone else likes to stumble in within the five minutes before class begins.

But clearly, that’s not quite the case this morning. The greenhouse doors open, both rather than just one, and Professor Sprout turns to greet whoever it is.

“Good morning, Mr. Black.”

You look up. Sirius Black is never early to class. If anything, he’s usually either not there at all, or the absolute last one to find his way in, perhaps a half hour late, if not more. He sidles up to Remus Lupin, and suddenly they've got a lovely little group project on their hands.

“Remus won’t be in today, Professor.” Sirius gives her a look that you assume is supposed to induce sympathy on her part. “Seems he’s got a cold.”

Pomona has never found it in herself to be frustrated with the boy, unlike the majority of her colleagues. She’s one of the few professors at the school to not harbor particularly malicious feelings towards the boy. He might be a troublemaker, but who isn’t at that age? 

She’s been briefed on what his home life is like, too, and who he has to put up with. And since she was a young girl, Pomona has been determined to give everyone a fair chance.

"Thank you for letting me know," she tells him.

You watch as Professor Sprout heads to a supply closet and begins to pull out heaps of gloves and what look to be earmuffs, messily tossing away the things she doesn’t need. You're lost in observing her, so consequently the voice sounding a few inches from your ear startles you.

"You always in this early?" Sirius has materialized next to you, the beginnings of a smirk playing at the edges of his mouth. 

You glance at his hand where it lingers over the stem of a plant you’re not sure he should dare to touch. He’s got a ring on every finger excepting his thumb.

“Usually,” you say. It occurs to you that these are some of the first words you've ever spoken to the boy, if you don’t count bare minimum exchanges in the odd class. “I like it back here.”

You like it back there because less people can look at you. Because having to sit somewhere else stresses you out, not to mention throws you off. You feel safe in your little corner. 

Sirius withdraws his hand from the questionable plant and raises his head. His eyes bore into yours. They’re the strangest shade of blue. It seems to shift in the light, and sometimes they look almost gray. He grins, and then begins to scan the area around the both of you.

“Suppose it is nice. Maybe I’ll stay back here with you. Wouldn’t want you to be lonely, you know.” 

You snort at that and he quirks a brow at your amusement. Sirius pushes his hair behind his ear and you realize he’s got a silver industrial piercing.

“That hurt too bad?” You ask, gesturing towards the jewelry and hoping he knows what you mean. He does.

His thumb skips over the metal ball at one end, coming back to fiddle with a section of his robes. He leans forward, grinning at you. His smile is wide. The corners of his mouth tick up mischievously, smile lines conveying layers of mischief you know he must have hidden in that mind of his. 

“Probably wouldn’t have as much if I’d gone to a shop.”

You gasp lightly, thinking about it getting infected and Sirius having a bloody mess on his hands.

“You did it yourself?” You ask, eyes wide and full of concern.

He laughs. It’s a gorgeous sound, deep and friendly. Warm.

“I was prohibited,” he says, pressing a scandalized hand to his chest. “Remus did it for me over break, while my brother played nurse.”

“Well it looks nice,” you tell him, palms beginning to sweat. You find his presence to be slightly overwhelming. “I mean I think so.”

“Thank you, sweets.” He bends slightly at the waist, hand over his stomach, and it’s a gesture you might take as being that of an asshole, if it weren’t for his voice being so kind.

You hum in place of a you’re welcome, trying to will away the swarm of butterflies in your tummy. They’re being rather aggressive. 

“And for the record,” he adds, “Remus was very strict with my cleaning regimen, so I did not get any infections if that’s what you’ve been contemplating.”

“That’s good.” You smile. You’re not sure it’s anywhere near as pretty as his.

Professor Sprout claps her hands, startling you. Today is really not your day. Sirius snorts at your jolt, but when you glance at him he’s pretending to be intensely focused on your instructor.

“Morning, everyone!” she begins. “Today, as you may have guessed, we will start our lessons on Mandrakes. This particular lesson will focus on basic knowledge, as well as care, but come next class, your actual project will begin.”

“You’re going to need a partner, so I’ll give you a few minutes now to choose, that way you can prepare with one another prior to the main exercise.”

All at once, everyone turns to this person and that, chattering and deliberating. It seems everyone has someone.

Your heart starts to pound, and you wonder if maybe Professor Sprout might let you work independently. Pairs are forming, and you can feel yourself being left out, pushed to the edges of society. Maybe that’s dramatic, but it’s how you feel. 

You lean against the table behind you, hoping that she won’t call you out for not having a partner. That is until there’s a figure in front of you.

“What’d you think, huh? Shall we work together?” Sirius stands so that you have no other choice but to look back at him. It’d come off rude to not maintain eye contact at this distance. 

You feel yourself burn and can’t help but wonder if this is some sort of cruel joke.

“Wouldn’t you rather wait and join Remus?” You ask, fingernails picking at the wooden underside of the table.

“You think I’m using you as a fill-in?”

You shrug, rubbing your nose. “We’ve quite literally never spoken an actual conversation before today. I just thought you’d want to work with your friend and not some stranger.”

“Well there’s a first for everything, isn’t there? And you’re not a stranger. I see you all the time.” 

You sigh. He grins, ever pleased with himself. 

“You don’t want to be friends with me?” He teases.

“I—”

“No, it’s quite alright. I’ll see if good ‘ol Mona will help me out.” He turns like he’s going to march away, though his feet barely move. He’s not going anywhere and you both know it. 

“Holy shit,” you start. “Just shut up. Go and get the gloves then.”

Sirius grins. “Demanding, aren’t we?”

He does go and get them though, returning with two sets of gloves and a pair of shears, as Professor Sprout had instructed.

“Today, we will focus on tending to your Mandrakes. I want you, in your pairs, to check the soil and water as needed. I also want you to trim the leaves, as these have been left to run amok for a while. To work!”

Chatter erupts around you, bouncing against the glass walls of the greenhouse.

You fetch a watering can while the area is still free, and Sirius fills it up for you. You notice that your Mandrake is severely lacking the soil it needs. It’s not very well off at all.

“Do you see this?” You ask him, gesturing towards where the roots are showing, clearly dehydrated and with nowhere to sprawl out and grow. “She’s got us treating the wounded.”

Sirius crosses his arms. “That’s a damn shame now, isn’t it? Guess we better heal this thing then.”

“Are you fucking with me?” You ask, eyes darting up to meet his.

“No, I swear. I can tell you’re into this. It’s not my best subject.”

“Well you know what they say.”

“What do they say?” His eyes are gleaming. That’s the best word you can think to use for it. 

“Teamwork makes the dream work.”

He rolls the very same eyes. “I’d like a new partner after that one.”

You laugh, and Sirius feels a pang in his chest. Like he’s taken a blade to the heart, and he can’t do anything but let it happen. Your laugh is such a sweet sound and he worries it might be the death of him.

You slip your gloves on and start trimming the leaves that have to go. There’s quite a few of them, but luckily they seem to be towards the bottom of the stem, and you think once you’re able to water it, the Mandrake might have a chance.

You finish with the shears, and set them down. You look up at Sirius, and your eyes catch a group of buttons on the shoulder of his robes. His hair had been covering them before. You find yourself feeling warm inside, as one in particular tickles your fancy.

“I like your pin,” you say.

His brows shoot up, “Which?”

You use your pinky and tap the glossy finish. He watches. “That one.”

“The Queen one?”

You nod, shoving some more soil into your pot to try and save the roots.

“You listen to them?” Sirius leans down so that his face is next to the Mandrake and in your line of sight. He’s got this brilliant grin. It’s worrying you. For a moment you think he might say something cruel, but the look in his eye is almost boyish.

“Yeah,” you say. “My mom is a muggle. Fell for a dorky wizard boy. So she’s raised me on loads of good stuff.”

“Lucky duck, you.”

You snort and then look up at him, though he's already been looking at you. His eyes haven't left you the whole time you've been working. He finds the way you treat the plant as if it has feelings to be charming. He wonders if you take care of everyone like that. Or maybe even yourself.

You move the soil pouch towards him. "You gonna help me?"

He slips his gloves back on. They really don't match anything he's wearing, and frankly it bothers him a bit. "Of course, of course."

He starts tending to the plant and you watch, noticing the bumps left in the gloves where his rings are hiding underneath.

"Feed her, Seymour," you say, and Sirius whips his head towards you.

"Who the fuck is Seymour?"

"Muggle film. Musical actually. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry for exposing your nerdiness. What's the film about? Talk to me," he proclaims, wincing at the state of his soil work.

“This guy, Seymour, finds a plant, and he tries to take care of it, you know, as you do, but he figures out it only wants blood and meat to eat and that’s what he feeds it, so it keeps growing and growing until it’s big enough that it starts eating people.”

Sirius looks at you with wonder in his eyes, and starts to laugh. "Are you fucking with me, love?"

You start to smile, one that you at first try to suppress, but it ends up spreading across your face, softening your features. Sirius thinks maybe it's the prettiest smile he's ever seen. He can't get over the way the lines around your mouth form, or the way your cheeks bunch and your eyes light up.

"No, I promise."

The boy tugs his gloves off, having finished salvaging the soil for your plant. "Killer plants, huh?"

"Indeed," you say. "You know Mandrakes are killer too, right?"

"Stop."

You start to water the plant, trying your best not to drown the damn thing. "What do you think the earmuffs are for, dumbass?"

You immediately regret calling him a dumbass, thinking you may have crossed a line--it's not like you know him all that well, you've only been speaking for this one class period--but he only smiles at you.

For some reason, you find him easy to be around. He doesn't scare you.

"It's cold."

"Because it's cold? No. After we save the plants we have to re-pot them, and when we take them out they're going to scream. Their cries are fatal, Sirius."

He stares at you. Remus did not tell him this. Technically he could've read his textbook, but clearly he didn't.

"That seems highly uncalled for."

You chuckle and he grins again.

"I agree,” you say. “Have you got the time?”

Sirius pushes his sleeve up, glancing at the watch tight around his left wrist. “We’ve got five minutes left.”

You look up, and notice Professor Sprout removing her gloves. If you’d waited to ask for just a moment longer, she would’ve begun her everyone-get-your-shit-together-and-get-out-of-here speech. 

“Students, your attention please!” Professor Sprout’s cheeks are rosy, tufts of curls sticking out from under the brim of her hat. 

“Next class we’ll try and get the Mandrakes repotted, so that they may grow to their full potential and can then be used as needed for Madam Pomphrey. You’ll need to come and water your plants periodically throughout the week, as these tend to drink rather quickly, so I suggest you alternate days with your companion.”

When you’ve finished and you’re outside once again, it’s misty, your skin dampening with each step you take. 

You feel a hand on your elbow, and Sirius has appeared next to you. Frankly, you hadn’t expected him to continue contact with you. 

The both of you had discussed what days you’d water you plant, and you assumed that was that. 

“I’ve realized we’re co-parenting a Mandrake,” he starts, “and I feel as though I should at least know a little something about the mother of my child.” You raise your eyebrows at him. “You know, to ensure that they don’t grow up lacking proper guardianship.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you say, hopping over a puddle. 

He tosses his head back, laughing, and you feel your insides go all warm and gooey at how his hair moves with the motion. You can’t help but wonder what it feels like. 

“First, you don’t want to be friends, and now, you want our child to be one of divorce.”

You stop, resting your forehead against the cool stone of one of the courtyard walls. 

“Sirius, we haven’t even been married.”

He presses his forehead against the stone next to you, and you turn to look at him. “I’m pretty sure there are a good bit of people who’ve been married and know less about each other than we do,” he says. 

You smile at the wall and he catches it. 

“Besides, we’ve got the same music taste, and that means I’ve got to keep you around.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, that’s how this works. Didn’t you know?”

You brush at the side of your robes where you’ve now gotten moss remains on them. “I was not aware, no.”

“Haven’t you got class or something?” You ask him. His cheeks are pink from the cold, a stark contrast from the chill of his eyes, the sharp black of his hair. 

“Not for another hour. You?” 

“Yeah, actually.”

“So tell me something quick.” He spins a ring around his finger, a chunky silver one with something set into the center. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Seriously?”

He smiles. It’s gorgeous and full-fledged. You can’t believe he’s looking at you like that. It feels like some big error. 

“Sorry I set myself up for that one,” you say. “Um, it’s green.”

“Lovely. Now what shade of green are we talking?”

“Sirius.” You pout. 

“Come on now, chop chop.” He snaps his fingers. “Thought you had an excuse to ditch me or something?”

You roll your eyes. It seems that cocky ass grin never leaves his face. “Like a forest green. Trees and such.”

Sirius claps his hands together, metal clinking. “That’s fantastic. I’ll be sure to remember it. Mine’s purple, by the way, thank you for asking.”

“I bet you look stunning in purple, Sirius.”

He blushes. He actually blushes. You grab for his wrist and push his sleeve up to peer at his watch. 

“I’ll see you around, okay?”

For the first time in a long time, Sirius Black hasn’t got shit to say. No one ever makes him blush. 

————

“I don’t come to class one day, and you’ve made a new friend? Why couldn’t you have made a new one any other day? I think I need some time off. Maybe even early retirement.” 

Sirius smacks Remus on the shoulder where the latter lays stretched out in bed. The curtains are drawn one one side so that the only person they’re visible to is James, who is half asleep in the neighboring bed, glasses askew and tie on the brink of choking him. 

“It’s rude to abuse the wounded.” 

“You’re off your rocker, Lupin.”

Remus rubs his face, though he winces, his arms much too sore for any sort of activity. “Tell me about it.” 

“Feeling any better today?” 

“Yes, Sirius. I’m feeling fucking wonderful.”

“He’s being sarcastic.” James’ voice is muffled by the pillow he’s collapsed into. 

Sirius turns to look at his friend. “Yeah, no shit, Prongs. Thank you so much for enlightening me.”

James raises a weak arm, flipping him off. “Eat me.”

“You say that as if I won’t do it.”

James sits up, but only enough so that he may rearrange himself into a poorly structured child’s pose. “Stop being such fucking tease and do it then, babe.”

Remus rubs his eyes aggressively, like it might somehow rid him of his ever permanent longing for sleep. “Shove it, you two.” He peeks out from between his fingers at Sirius. “I thought you were saying how you’ve made someone else miserable with the joys of your friendship.” 

“Fuck you,” Sirius says.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I did make a new friend. In herbology, since you decided to have a go with the moon and left me to perish.” Remus rolls his eyes. “They’re very kind, if you must know. We are co-parenting a Mandrake.”

James snorts into the mattress. 

“Is it really co-parenting if you’ll make them do all of the work?” Remus asks. 

James snorts again and Sirius leans over to smack him against the back. He lets out a pathetic cry that both of the other boys ignore. 

“I’m helping, asshole,” Sirius begins. “I’m supposed to go water the fucking thing in a bit if either of you need proof of life.” 

“Of your friend or of your child?” Remus reaches his arm out to grab hold of one of the bedposts and heave himself up. 

“Both.”

James slides off of his bed and starts to stretch, and a cacophony of cracking sounds follows, which is slightly concerning considering his age. “Sorry. I’m supposed to go and see Lils. But I expect a full report back, Moons.” He strips off his tie and pulls on a coat. The other two boys watch him bound across the room like they’re at a tennis match.  

James is gone so quickly you’d be amazed that he was half-asleep minutes before. 

“What a prick,” Sirius says from where he sits at the foot of Remus’ bed. He looks away from the door and at his friend. 

Sirius sets his hand on Remus’ knee. “You get any sleep this morning?” 

“Some. Not enough. Though it’s never enough, or whatever.” Sirius gets a pang in his chest. He wishes he could make it all better. 

“You want to get some fresh air? You can come with me to the greenhouses if you want, but you can stay here too. I’ll sneak down to the kitchens and get you something.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll go with you. Sun’s not out, is it? It’ll kill my head.”

Sirius stands and peers beneath the drawn curtains. It’s cloudy, like it might storm, a thick layer of cloud lying over the grounds. “Nope. She’s hiding from you today.”

Remus nods and his friend walks back over to his bedside. “Come on, Rem.” 

He removes the blankets from over his lap and scoots to the edge of his mattress. Sirius holds out his hands for Remus to take. Sometimes he gets really woozy when he has to stand after nights like the last. His knees shake, but he’s steady once he’s up. Sirius keeps an arm around his back when there isn’t anyone in the halls to question Remus’ condition, but has to settle for watching his friends footing otherwise. 

Sirius gets Remus on a bench and makes a stop by Madam Pomphrey on the way, feigning a headache. She gives him a little bottle of these chewable tablets with instructions on how often to take them and tells him to come back if the ache persists. 

He hands the bottle to Remus when he’s finished, and the boy’s had the medicine for an entire four seconds before he’s chewing. It’s one of those headaches that stays dull, but any sudden movement and your entire skull is throbbing and he thinks he might just die. Remus thinks this every full moon. He is not dead. 

The trip to the greenhouse takes longer than usual, mainly because of Sirius’ tendency to baby Remus during his moon hangovers. He claims it’s because he doesn’t want a death on his hands, something about living up to the Black name, but Remus knows it’s really because Sirius is much more caring than he’d ever admit. 

“See? Look at this fucker. My child.” Sirius gestures dramatically at the potted plant. Remus leans up against one of the tables, only slightly amused, much more out of breath. 

He’s only just gone digging for a watering can when he hears the door open and glances up, assuming it’s another student having to monitor their own dirt ball. 

But it’s you. 

“What’s up, love?”

Remus’ eyebrows shoot up. He hadn’t realized when Sirius said he made a friend he actually meant friend. He’s never really seen Sirius look at someone that way. 

You stand by the doors, kicking the one you came through shut behind you. Sirius pretends like he’s not attracted to the movement. 

“Hi,” you say. You step a little further into the room. “I know it’s not my day to water, but frankly I was kind of worried you’d forget to do it.”

Remus turns to face you and laughs, full on. You grin at him. He’s never really looked at you before, but there’s no denying how sweet you look. He bets you could kick Sirius’ ass if you wanted. He also thinks Sirius might let you do it. 

Sirius straightens and flips his hair back as he does so. “You wound me.”

You shrug. “I was also slightly panicked you’d drown the thing, so there’s that.” 

Sirius walks over to the sinks, filling up his watering can, though you both know he could easily use a spell to do it instead. “So you came to supervise?”

“‘Fraid so.” You chew on the inside of your lip. 

“I don’t blame you,” Remus says. “He’s kind of a flake.”

“Fuck you, Rem.”

“Yeah, sure.” Remus pushes off of the table, moving in the direction of you and the doors. His head is starting to feel better. He leans in next to you, though his voice is anything but a whisper. “I don’t know why you’re putting up with him. Would’ve asked for a different partner myself.”

“She picked me!” You laugh, seeing Sirius put his hands on his hips out of the corner of your eye. 

Remus raises a brow at you. “Oh yeah?” He smiles at you. It’s a knowing expression, an understanding one. He keeps his eyes on you, but speaks to Sirius. “I’m gonna go for a walk, Pads. Come and retrieve me when you’re finished.” 

The squeeze Remus gives to your shoulder is kind. It tells you you’re safe with Sirius. With him. That you’re welcome. The glass door rattles as it shuts. 

“You really have no faith in me?” Sirius asks, spritzing the Mandrakes leaves. You peer into the pot, noticing he’s watered it just right. It’s not going to drown after all. 

“No, I’ve got plenty. Maybe I just wanted to see you again.” 

Sirius sets the bottle he’s holding down. “No shit.”

“Well you see, last time you asked me a question, and I didn’t get to ask you one of my own, and I figured I’d better do that if I want to keep the friendship alive, you know?”

Sirius is smiling at you. He can’t believe this��your teasing. 

He runs the pad of his thumb along your cheekbone. “So what’s the question?”

“Do you like pie?” you question.

“I do.”

“That’s good. Because I feel the same way, and rumor has it you can get into the kitchens, so I thought we could work together on this...and get pie. It’s like a reward. I put up with you and you put up with me kind of thing, so we get something to eat.”

Sirius tosses his head back, letting out a bark of a laugh. Your eyes linger on his neck for a second longer than they should. 

“Well the rumors are indeed true,” he says. “Guess we’ll have to ditch Remus, then. Make it a proper date and whatnot.”

“That seems unkind,” you chuckle.

“He’ll live.”

————

“What’s happening here?” Sirius throws himself into one of the chairs on the other side of the table where you and Remus sit. 

“We’re reading,” Remus tells him. “Go away.”

Remus had shown you to this table. Said it was his favorite. There are a small group of them in the very back of the library, behind one of the last rows of shelves. You wouldn’t know they were there unless you went looking. 

He said it’s where he goes to hide when James and Sirius won’t shut up and let him work, which is more often than not. 

“You whined about me making new friends,” Sirius says, “so that I’d leave you alone, and now you’ve taken it upon yourself to steal said friend from me?” 

You cover your face with your book, sliding deeper into your chair and trying your very best to fight off a giggle. 

Sirius reaches across the table and snatches the book from your hands. He wants to see the shit-eating grin you’re hiding. He stands and moves in front of you just when you bury your face in your sleeve. 

He tugs on the fabric of your shirt. “Traded me out then, have you?”

You snort into your sweater, and Sirius watched the way your shoulders shake. Remus eyes his friend’s hand, trying to make sure he didn’t lose your page with his frenzied antics. He didn’t though, pale thumb tucked into the paper.

Remus sets his own book down, stretching over the back of the chair. He’s thinking about going to bed. 

Instead of looking at Sirius like you know he wants, you turn to Remus.

“Leavin’ me, Rem?”

Sirius scoffs. Rem his ass. 

Remus lowers his head so that it’s level with yours. “Sleepy,” he says, squeezing his eyes shut. You look at the scar that runs through his brow and across his eyelid. There’s another by his ear. You wonder if he’ll tell you about them someday. 

He bumps his forehead—the gentlest of taps—with yours, and then he’s standing. Sometimes you forget how lanky he is when he’s always so hunched over. 

“Goodnight, Lupin,” you say. 

“Goodnight, you two. Don’t get too wild. This is still a library.”

Sirius takes the chair Remus had been occupying. You look at him, and reach for his hand. He wouldn’t even think about denying you taking it, even if he is being a grump. 

“I have not traded you out, Sirius.” He glares at you, though his eyes are still much too soft for it to be anything malicious. He’s not sure he could ever look at you in a hateful way. 

“You could’ve read with me,” he argues, tickling your palm. You try and wriggle your hand away, but he only presses his fingers firmly into your skin, keeping you there. 

“Come on.”

“No, you could have,” he continues. “I can be very well behaved, if need be.”

“Oh yeah?” You’re the one smirking now. Sirius is afraid he might never get this image of you out of his head. 

“Yeah.” He leans in, nuzzling his nose against your temple. When he pulls away, you realize he has a smattering of freckles under one eye. You have the urge to touch them, and so you do. 

He relaxes against your hand. “You’re very pretty, Sirius.”

“Thank you.” He kisses your knuckle. “You’re very pretty, too, sweets.”

“Thank you.”

In the weeks since your Mandrake project has finished—and the plant did indeed survive—Sirius has grown increasingly attached to you. Frankly he finds himself shocked that you’re willing to deal with him at all, let alone that his friends like you so much. He wasn’t even a little upset that you’re spending time with Remus. You have a lot in common, actually. 

He just likes to tease you. And he’s very good at it. 

“So you come looking for me because you need something? Or are you perhaps attention starved?” You question, taking your hand away from his face, though your other is still within his grasp. 

“Most definitely the latter.”

“What do you want me to do about it?”

He speaks close to your ear as if he’s about to spill the world’s most confidential information. “Is this a safe space?”

“Absolutely,” you assure him. 

“I want you to play with my hair,” Sirius says. 

You gasp, clutching at your nonexistent pearls. 

Your moment's pause makes him a little nervous. “Well let’s get on with it then,” you tell him.

You take Sirius up to your common room, it being much too late for anyone to be up. You slip your fingers into his hair, scratching at his scalp until he’s falling asleep and you’ve made promises of braiding it sooner or later. Eventually, you have to wake him, send him off to bed.

And he pouts. God, does he pout. But it’s okay. He’ll get you to do it again tomorrow.

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Pomona; "I’ve figured out why you’re so cranky. You have updog."

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Prompt 15 - Breathing Room

@wolfstarmicrofic June 15, word count 742

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McGonagall ushered them over to the gardens where Pomona Sprout was waiting for her. She was a plump older woman who spent her retirement tending to the vegetable patch and exotic flowers she kept in a little greenhouse. 

“Good morning boys,” She announced as they carefully walked around her plants. “Gather round, gather round. Come on Mr Pettigrew, I won’t bite. Ah, good. Right then, today you’ll be helping me plant these seedlings.” She pointed at two dozen trays filled with tiny sprouting plants. “Now watch me very closely. You dig a little hole for them in the earth I have already prepared for you and you gently, and I mean gently, remove a plant from the tray and transfer it into its new home. Make sure to leave them enough breathing room. If they’re too close together, they won’t flourish. Right let’s get started then,” She clapped her soil-caked hands together and set them to their task. 

Remus was still sore from the previous day’s task of painting fences. He could hear the rest of the campers down by the lake, splashing and shrieking, clearly having a lot of fun. 

“It’s only 6 trays each, we’ll have it done in no time,” James said cheerily. James was wrong. 

Remus ended up sitting on the ground and planting as far as he could reach before crawling forward and repeating the previous step. They’d been at it for two hours and managed two trays each. 

“There has to be an easier way to do this,” He grumbled. Pomona had disappeared behind her greenhouse, and they hadn’t seen her since.

Remus lay on the ground, stretching out his sore back and neck muscles. He was fine if he could keep moving, but repetitive movements and being hunched over made him ache far quicker than anything else. 

The sun was warm on his face and the light breeze made it almost pleasant. A shadow fell across him, blocking the warmth. He shielded his eyes with his hand and opened them. Sirius grinned back at him. 

“I’ve had an idea,” He said as he held up a small plant pot. He knelt beside Remus and shoved it into the earth. When he pulled it out, there was a perfect hole ready for the seedlings to be deposited in. 

“Sirius, you absolute genius,” Remus said, amazed. Sirius leaned over and stole a kiss. Remus’s eyes darted to the other two, but they hadn’t noticed. 

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Sirius winked at him. “Oh, they know by the way, so no need to hide,” He jabbed his thumb in James and Peter’s direction. Remus couldn't quite believe it, but as James and Peter hadn't said anything, clearly they didn't have a problem with him. “Oi, you two use the plant pots,” Sirius showed them what he’d done and the planting went so much faster. Sirius and James ran up and down the vegetable patch jabbing the little plant pots into the ground while Remus and Peter followed more slowly behind them, burying the plants in the holes left behind. They were done in no time. 

Pomona found them all stretched out on the grass, Sirius, James and Peter telling Remus about the mischief they got up to over previous summers spent at the camp. 

“Boys, I gave you a job to do,” She said sternly, hands moving to her hips, “Do I have to go get Minerva?”

“But we’ve finished,” Peter complained as they all sat up. 

“Finished?” She asked incredulously. She peered behind them and her eyes widened in shock at the neat rows of plants. “Well I never,” She muttered under her breath. She shook her head and checked her watch. “Well done, boys. Might as well take an early lunch before the rest of the rabble get back. Thanks for your help,” She called after them as they walked back to their cabin to get cleaned up. 

“I need to wash my hands, badly,” Remus moaned, scrapping at the soil coating his nails. 

“I wonder what Minnie’s got planned for us this afternoon,” James pondered aloud. 

“Oh plenty, Mr Potter. Don’t you worry about that,” McGonagall said, emerging from the store cupboard. The four of them jumped out of their skins. “Mr Lupin, you may want to apply more sunscreen, you’re looking a little red dear,” She crinkled her eyes in a smile as they hurried away in case she gave them another job before lunch.  

Next part

[aspens-apothecary]

Mabon Celebration Ideas!

As some of you know, this Saturday is Mabon, the celebration of the Autumn Equinox. Some also refer to it as the "Pagan Thanksgiving", as you celebrate the bountiful harvest and are thankful for the earth and its many gifts.

Mabon marks the time of equilibrium, where the days and nights are of equal length. During this time, it is good to set intentions that involve decrease, such as ending unhealthy habits, self-destructive behaviors, or bad relationships.

Decorating for Autumn

This a great time to decorate for the coming autumn and spooky seasons leading up to Samhain! I like to open the windows and then cleanse my space(usually a simmer pot and smoke cleanse) and after, i actually physically clean the house.I then close the windows and stir my simmer pot, while setting new intentions for the household until the spring equinox. I then collect the things I want to decorate with(the usual fall decor; pumpkins, pine cones, leaf garlands, gourds and an autumn wreath on the door) and then decorate to my hearts content!

Release and Move Forward

Another thing I usually spend time on is meditation, centering myself, letting go of past baggage from the year and setting new personal goals and intentions until spring.

Find a nice spot outside, where you feel connected to the world around you. Take a journal with you, and meditate. Write down what you want the next few months to bring into your life. Set those intentions in any way you choose.

Have a nice Hearty Meal

Who doesn't love a good meal with great people? You can make a roast, hold a potluck Mabon dinner ect, I usually host a bonfire night and everyone brings their own dishes to feel the group. During covid, I made a pot roast for my fiance and I! You could also do a picnic!

Fall Activities

Apple Picking, Corn Mazes, going to a Pumpkin Patch, all fall activities that are fun for the whole family, as a cute date, or great solo fun!

Honor Persephone and Demeter

If you are one to honor deities/spirits during the holidays, Persephone and Demeter are two that will definitely fall into Mabon.

According to the myth, Autumn is the time where Persephone must leave her beloved mother and travel to Hades, to fulfill her role as the Queen of the Underworld. Each year she lets go of the concerns of the upper world, and willingly descends to guide the souls of the dead over the threshold of Life and Death.

Creating an altar, and leaving offerings for them in honor of their sacrifice is an amazing way to celebrate.

Other

Other things you can do include cleansing ritual baths, Divination for the new few months, hiking, offerings for the local nature spirits, make a gratitude list for the last few months and thank the earth for her gifts

Mabon Symbols:

Cornucopia (horn of plenty), pinecones, seeds

Colors: Orange, red, yellow, brown, copper, dark yellow, dark green

Foods: Corn, beans, squash, apples, pumpkins, cider, root vegetables, pomegranate, wine

Herbs: Yarrow, rosemary, sage, mugwort, rosehips,

Stones: Amber, citrine, cat’s eye, aventurine, sapphire, jasper

Flowers: Sunflowers, thistle, marigolds

Deities: Mabon, Green Man, Demeter, Persephone, Morgan, Pomona, Inanna

Animals: Owl, stag, blackbird, salmon

I hope this gives you a few ideas! Add your own ideas to this list! These are just the ways I like to celebrate!

[starchaserdreams]

Jegulus Instagram AU part 2

Part 1

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Regulus stared at James across the courtyard of the Potter mansion, willing him to look over. James, though, was too busy wrapped up in a conversation with Sirius and Pomona Sprout to even register Regulus' presence.

They were at the Potters' annual Christmas party. Regulus had turned the invitation down every other year Sirius had mentioned it - Regulus had never really been close to James, so it hadn't made sense to go - but he'd accepted this year.

No, he'd asked about it.

Perhaps Sirius hadn't even intended to invite him this year, after Regulus had turned him down so many times before. Regulus and James certainly still weren't close. But Regulus had brought it up, asked the date, and cleared his calendar.

In the last four weeks, James had posted eleven thirst traps on Instagram. Only one of them had gotten likes and comments from his followers. The other ten had been suspiciously invisible to everyone else.

Regulus had the suspicion that this was on purpose.

He hadn't had an actual conversation with James in over a year. He hadn't had a one on one conversation with him in- maybe never. But he was going to start now.

So he'd invited himself, and here he was.

But James hadn't even had the courtesy to be on time to his own family's party, which had left Regulus standing around waiting for him for fifteen minutes. He didn't have any friends here (it wasn't hard to imagine why Crouch or Rosier wouldn't have gotten an invitation) so he'd mostly kept to himself.

A number of older pureblood wizards had stopped to talk to Regulus because they knew his parents (who also definitely had not gotten an invitation). He did his best not to be rude, but he didn't like small talk and he was distracted, so his speech was clipped at best.

Eventually, after laughing at something Professor Sprout had said, James finally turned away from her and his eyes found Regulus immediately.

He winked.

That bastard.

"Excuse me," Regulus said to whoever was talking to him. He had already forgotten and didn't care enough to check.

James' eyes were still on Regulus as Regulus walked towards him.

Without looking away, James said something to Sirius. Sirius' eyes found Regulus too, and he frowned.

Professor Sprout must have been pulled away into some other conversation, because she was gone by the time Regulus paid attention to her again. He'd had tunnel vision all the way across the courtyard until he'd reached his destination. All he could see was James.

"Potter," Regulus said flatly when he arrived.

James was grinning like a maniac, looking altogether too pleased with himself.

"Regulus, you made it," Sirius said in an even tone. He didn't sound happy. If anything, he seemed wary, but that could have been because of Regulus' expression.

"So glad you're here!" James said cheerfully, "Can I get you a drink?"

"No," Regulus said firmly, "Explain yourself."

James and Sirius blinked back at him wordlessly, but their expressions could not have been more different. Sirius looked confused, and James looked thrilled.

"Can't imagine what you mean," James said cheerfully, "but let me get you that-"

"No," Regulus repeated. "Explain."

This time, it was James whom Sirius stared at in confusion.

"What did you do?" He asked. James blinked at him innocently. Sirius' eyes widened in surprise and his jaw dropped open. "No!" He said wildly, "No, no, no!" James just laughed. "It was him?? You made me take- You told me they were for Lily!" Sirius' face was scarlet from both rage and embarrassment. "That is my baby brother!"

Regulus looked from one to the other.

"You did not make him take those pictures," Regulus said, echoing Sirius' rage, "you're despicable."

Sirius and Regulus looked at James with matching expressions, but James just shrugged, looking unbothered.

"I needed the help, and you're my best friend through thick and thin, right?" He asked Sirius.

"Yeah!" Sirius said, gearing up for an argument, "but not-"

"What about what I've done for you?" James asked, "Moony's like a brother to me, and I've done much more-"

"Enough, that's not the same thing!" Sirius said, but his words had less heat in them, and Regulus could tell James was getting to him.

"Yes, but that's his boyfriend," Regulus argued, "who wanted those pictures! You shouldn't have made him take them because I didn't want them!"

James just shook his head.

"Yes you did," James said. His voice was smooth like velvet. "Know how I know that?" Regulus didn't respond, just kept his face fierce. "Because you wouldn't be here if you didn't like it. You would have just blocked me and moved on. That's your style." Regulus' eyes widened. He hated that James was completely right. "I know you, Regulus. I knew that it would either get your attention or it wouldn't. And I got your attention. Plus, you were undressing me with your eyes from the second I walked in." And he had the audacity to wink.

Regulus' eyes widened. For a long moment, both Black brothers just stared at him in silence.

"That's- I wasn't-" Regulus started before giving up. "How would you even know that if you weren't looking at me?"

James raised an eyebrow.

"I always see you, Regulus." His voice was smooth again, deliberately flirty. "And if you've never noticed it before, I'm sure you're going to now."

Sirius put a hand on his own hip.

"Prongs," he said icily, "a word?"

"No!" Regulus objected before he could stop himself.

"Relax, little brother," Sirius said, "you'll get what you want, I just need a minute with him."

"That's not- I don't want-" Regulus started, but he had no idea how to finish that sentence. He didn't know what he wanted. His brain had gone offline while James had been speaking and hadn't totally rebooted yet.

James clapped him on the shoulder.

"Be right back."

And then they walked off, leaving Regulus staring after them.

"Black, how good to-" a woman's voice said to his left.

"No," Regulus said without looking at her, just walking away instead. He could hear her gasp of indignation, but he didn't care.

-

It took six and a half minutes before Sirius and James finished their conversation and found Regulus again. Not that Regulus was counting.

"Okay here's how this is going to go," Sirius said firmly. "Neither of you is going to hurt them other one, okay, because I don't want to have to pick up the pieces." He looked back and forth between them. "Got it?"

"Of course," James said immediately, looking like he'd win a prize.

Regulus couldn't make sense of it. He hadn't even been a part of the conversation.

"Don't I get a say in this?" He asked angrily, "Seems like a shovel talk shouldn't be necessary if we aren't actually dating-" he coughed to cover how awkward he felt to have used a word that was just an assumption, "or anything else."

Sirius looked at him wearily.

"Reg, I know you better than James does." He glanced at James briefly. "And I know that everything he said was right. You looked ready to drag him into a spare room and lock the door behind you."

Regulus' eyes widened to hear his brother say that so unashamedly.

"It's my parents' house," James began with a laugh, "I have an actual bedroom, there's no need for-"

"Do you want me on your side or not?" Sirius asked dryly.

James mimed zipping his lips like a child.

"I was angry," Regulus argued, "it wasn't bedroom-" he cut off at Sirius' expression, "or broom closet eyes. It was none of that. I was angry."

"How many of those pictures do you have saved to your phone?" Sirius asked. Regulus could feel a blush spread across his face and he closed his eyes, mortified. "Because I know how hot those photos are. I took the bloody pictures." He was silent for a moment and Regulus opened his eyes to watch him. "If you have less than three of them saved, I'll believe you."

Regulus closed his eyes again.

"It's more than that," he said so quietly it was a whisper.

"How many of them?" James asked curiosity.

Regulus shook his head. His eyes found James' and he shrugged helplessly.

"It's all of them, obviously," he said. His voice came out sounding bitter, but that was his embarrassment talking.

"Right then," Sirius said, "I'm off. Have fun, Reg."

"Not me?" James asked with a laugh.

"You don't need to be told," Sirius said. But his voice softened when he turned back to Regulus. "Just- relax a little bit, okay? James is a good guy."

"How are you so okay with this?" Regulus blurted out, "Shouldn't you still be shocked and angry?"

"He wasn't all that caught off guard by it," James interrupted, smiling sheepishly. "I had a thing for you for a while my last year of school and he know about it."

"You-" Regulus stammered, "you did?"

"Yup," James said confidently, "Big time. Wasn't ready to tell you then. But I am now."

"Those pictures certainly said it," Regulus muttered.

"Want some more?" James asked, "I've got some outtakes, or we could always take new ones."

"That's my cue!" Sirius said, turning on his heel and leaving.

"Take new-" Regulus repeated, stuck on that and ignoring his brother entirely, "take new pictures, of-"

"Oh yeah," James said with a wink, "let's find somewhere more private and we can experiment a bit with what you want to see."

"Okay," Regulus said, wide eyed.

He didn't say a word as James led him up the stairs, but his brain was moving a mile a minute with ideas.

James in the shower with the water spraying down on him. James on a broomstick in tight shorts and nothing else. James holding his wand between his teeth while he-

Regulus thoughts were cut off once he was inside the room and James pushed him gently back against the closed door.

"Can I-" he asked. Regulus nodded feverishly. The rest of it could wait.

This part was going to be so fun too.

[esoteric-chaos]

Lughnasadh Masterpost - Spoonie Witch Friendly

Lughnasadh, this holiday typically lands on August 1st in the Northern Hemisphere (February 1st in the Southern Hemisphere). 

Lughnasadh celebrates the arrival of the late summer season and the abundance of the first harvest.

Usually it a harvest of grain and corn, but in other areas it’s a fruit and vegetables for harvest. You’ll see the days begin to shorten from here.

This is a holiday that is more easy to feel disconnect from as most aren’t out there Stardew Valley style on their grandfathers farm. We either have a small garden of our own or everything is store bought. Or those who are gluten intolerant they also may find it harder to connect.

Celebrating and honoring the harvest is important. Even if we are not personally gardening we are offering thanks for natures prosperity in keeping us fed and healthy with each bountiful harvest.

But after this correspondence list I will give you a list of ideas of how everyone can celebrate.

Correspondences

Colours

Yellow

Orange

Gold

Green

Light Brown

Dark Purple

Tan

Herbal

Rosemary

Cinnamon

Mint

Basil

Garlic

Flowers

Sunflowers

Marigolds

Hydrangeas

Daisy

Dahlia

Zinnias

Yarrow

Roses

Honeysuckle

Oaktree

Apple tree

Edibles

(Anything within season)

Wheat, grains, bread

Corn

Apples

Berries

Peaches

Pears

Squash & zucchini

Tomatoes

Mead

Animals

Calves

Crow 

Pig 

Rooster

Salmon

Eagle

Lion

Squirrel

Stag

Lamb/ Sheep

Crystals

Citrine

Quartz

Amber

Malachite

Carnelian

Aventurine

Garnet

Tiger’s Eye

Metals

Symbols

The Sun

Wine & mead

Pentagram

Sunflowers

Corn

Wheat

Berries

Spiritual meanings & intentions

Prosperity

Success 

Gathering, harvesting

Giving, donating, sharing, charity

Thankful & grateful

Ancestors & heritage

Offerings

Blessings

The folk

Health

Career

Scents

Rose

Apple

Lavender

Cinnamon

Mint

Frankincense

Sandalwood

Coconut

Patchouli

Gods / Goddesses / Spirits

Demeter – (Greek)

Ceres – (Roman)

Isis – (Egyptian)

Luna – (Roman)

Dana – (Celtic)

Tailtiu – (Celtic) 

Cerridwen – (Celtic)

Parvati (Hindu)

Pomona (Roman)

Lugh – (Celtic)

Taranis – (Celtic)

Adonis (Assyrian/Greek)

Attis (Phrygian)

Mercury (Roman)

Osiris (Egyptian)

And many other harvest Gods/Goddesses

Need some suggestions to celebrate? I got you covered.

High energy celebrations

Abundance rituals

Visit a harvest festival

Harvest your garden

Bake bread

Baking pastries

Make jam or preserves 

Visit a farmer’s market

Create a large meal for the folk

Deity offerings

Create a money bowl (try rice in it just trust me)

Low energy celebrations

Healing bath ritual

Light a candle in honor

Prayer to Gods/Goddesses

Journal

Eat some fresh vegetables 

No spoons celebrations

Create a digital manifestation board (Try Pinterest) 

Eating fall themed pastries

Drinking apple juice or cider

Thank the harvest when you are able to fuel your body for taking care of you

Remember that it’s okay if you cant do much while you are unwell. That you come first and you simply existing is a blessing.

How you celebrate the holiday does not matter. You can choose to do any activity that feels right. These are only suggestions and remember that you're enough no matter what.

[smilingbluetiger]

Hogwarts talks

(Severus x You)

Minerva: What do you think about Severus?

You: I have mixed feelings about him....

Minerva: What do you mean?

You: I feel like kissing him and murdering him at the same time.

Minerva: ...

Pomona: Some people call it love.

[snapedomawards]

VOTING IS NOW OPEN and these are your nominations in the Art category. Please check them out in the links below, as they can't be fully appreciated in the snapshots above!

Favourite Funny Art

@dranna - I Hate People

@ari-leah-arts - Severus Snape is a Teacher

@keister-meister - Severus Snape death scene (Family Guy)

@beebox-illustrations - Someone ought to tell Harry

Favourite NSFW Art

JIUdiee - Snape on His Back

@chipartwork - Do You Dream, Severus?

@chipartwork - What Have You Done?

@simper-maximus - Young Snape Smut

Funniest Meme

@zealouspickleeggdragon - Snape’s Animagus

@somesnapefan2 - Harry under the cloak

@moonlightdancer26 - Snape as a Tweet

@smilingformoney - Do It For Him

Favourite Angsty Art

@ham-tuitui - A Wound That Can Never Heal

@ebysse - The Martyr

@sneverussape - Burnout

@ari-leah-arts - Harry Was Not James

Favourite Fluffy Art

@gulingyin - On Christmas Eve

@dingqianerer - Snape & His Little Cauldron & Their Adventures

@roytaiyo - Thank You, Pomona

@thetalesofprince - Don’t You Dare

Favourite Young Snape Art

@wookiecookiesfactory - All Grown Up

@myobscureimaginarium - The Ugly Duckling

@alinearthp - Snape and Lily

@gawaincomic - Doctor Who

Favourite Professor Snape Art

@madfantasy - The Doe Man

@ebysse - The Spy

@swallow-the-bird - An Imperceptible Smile

@thetalesofprince - A Little Walk in the Moonlight

Favourite Post-War Snape Art

@snapes-shadow - Snape with Twins

@ebysse - Scars

@thetalesofprince - A Terrible Patient

@aurus-3d - Good Morning

Favourite Snape x OC Art

@chipartwork - May I See?

@serpenera - His Assistant

@aurus-3d - The Beginning of the End

@thetalesofprince - A Prince and His Goddess

Favourite Snape x Canon Character Art

@foxyx - Gone Home

@thedevildoesnotjest - Before the 70s Died

@dranna - Ad Infinitum

@rubusart - Professa Pottah 

Favourite Miscellaneous Art

Bisexual Harry - Snape Lives

@serenaew - Nocturne

@smilingformoney - How the Story Goes