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Dungeon Bats

Animagus!Snape x Animagus!Professor!Reader Wordcount: ~1000 Summary: Severus Snape thinks the Muggle Studies professor is strange only to find out she is an animagus with an awfully familiar form.

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The Muggle Studies professor was strange.

Hogwarts always had its fair share of odd characters occupying teaching positions. Even a ghost, evidently, was capable of teaching. But he couldn’t place what it was about you that made him so suspicious. 

You were human, not like Firenze or Professor Binns. You weren’t kooky like Hagrid or Professor Trelawney. Outwardly, you appeared perfectly normal. However, there were oddities if one looked closely.

You ate fruit. Lots of it. Every day at breakfast, instead of toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, things the other teachers would partake in, your breakfast consisted of fruit and only fruit, including a cup of pumpkin juice. Your plate appeared almost like a small pyramid, stacked with cubes of cantaloupe, pineapple, strawberries, honeydew, and grapes, leaving behind a pool of sweet juices when consumed. 

You also had a tendency to pop up and disappear seemingly out of nowhere. One time he went into your classroom to talk to you about moving a couple of detentions around only to find it empty, having swept his gaze around it. Just as he approached your office door to knock on it, you uttered a soft “hello” as you stood in the middle of the classroom, making him jump out of his skin. 

Furthermore, Filch had brought up to him once that he could hear some perplexing screeching noises echoing from random parts of the castle at night and even what sounded like right outside the windows. What was strange about it is he only brought them up the morning after you were scheduled to perform rounds.

This wasn’t to say he disliked you. Quite the opposite. Out of everyone in the castle, he’d say he preferred your company. Who he'd rather sit next to at Quidditch games? Probably you. Even though you were the Muggle Studies teacher, you had plenty of knowledge about Care for Magical Creatures and DADA. Potions weren’t your forte, but you’d happily let him ramble about the subject, even when he’d realize too late that he was rambling. 

“Why do you eat so much fruit?” he asked one day when you came into his classroom eating a sliced-up apple.

“Oh, uh, that’s just my animagus urges. Sorry, am I dripping juice on the ground again?”

He blinked dumbly at you. “You’re an animagus?”

You chuckled, “You didn’t know, Severus? I thought Minerva would’ve told you. Yes, I am an animagus.”

“What animal?” he asked. You smirked and set down the apple slices on a nearby table before shifting. Your robes moved with you, swishing up and shrinking until you took the form of a fruit bat. You flapped and swooped about the air in a few circles before landing on the flat surface of the table, using your talons and thumbs hooks to wriggle toward your sweet fruit.

“You’re a fruit bat,” he observed. You screeched at him in confirmation and began to gingerly gnaw on the flesh of the nearest apple slice. Severus remained quiet for a little, seemingly thinking to himself as his fingers flexed and his jaw clenched slightly. Much to your curiosity, he wordlessly set his wand down and took a deep breath. Within a flash, his robes swooped around him, and in his place was a fruit bat, just like you, but bigger. He flapped his wings just hard enough to get him onto the table as he landed with an audible thud. It was pretty much impossible for bats to take flight without launching from a tree or a high-up place.

[Woah! You’re a bat too? That’s awesome! Is that why students call you a “dungeon bat?”]

[Yes, I am an animagus whose form is also a bat, and no, that’s just a coincidence.]

[How come you’re so much bigger than me?]

[You don’t exactly tower over me, Y/N.]

From then on, the two of you would sometimes go on day flights if both of you had some free time. While both of you wished to fly at nights, you still needed time to sleep and perform your teaching duties during the day. However, your favorite times were when the both of you were scheduled to do rounds. Your classrooms were on opposite sides of the castle so it was almost like a game to use echolocation to find each other in the dark and meet up. It was a little fun considering the dungeons were almost maze-like. If the two of you were sure that no students were out and about, you’d ditch your duties, ascend up the Astronomy tower, and take off into the night sky, playfully chasing one another or showing off flying moves. 

Severus hardly used his form unless it was necessary. It’s not like one got to choose which animal they could shift into. Admittedly, he was a bit let down when he first shifted all those years ago, but with you he learned to embrace his batiness, though he still resisted such urges when it came to eating a castle’s worth of fruit. He liked flying, of course, but he found that he quite liked hanging upside down too, especially when he needed a break from grading or just wanted a change of scenery. Sometimes he’d come hang around your office when you were grading and vice versa.

Dumbledore came to visit his classroom one late afternoon to talk about a particularly unruly Slytherin, but could not find the potion master anywhere, not even in his office. It was rather dark, all the lamps extinguished and curtains drawn. What he did notice, however, was two wands haphazardly tossed onto the stone ground near Snape’s desk, one of which he recognized as your wand. Dumbledore craned his neck up towards the ceiling where an old chandelier hung and sure enough, hanging from one of the rungs was a large fruit bat, and swaddled in its wings being held close to its fur, a smaller fruit bat. The both of you were napping. The old wizard smiled at the sight and slowly receded back through the doorway, happy that Severus had finally found a little bat of his own.

[noo-ox]

The Secret is Out Dear

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Pairing: Severus Snape x Professor!Animagus!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Established relationship, Animagus Reader, Female Reader, Cat Animagus, Soft Severus Snape, Secret Relationship/Marriage, Reader is the Herbology Professor

Summary: A seemingly normal day in Potions class is about to begin, but unexpected events unfold, revealing a secret no one saw coming. Just how well do they really know Professor (L/N) and Professor Snape? Do they even know them at all?

Author's Note: This is my very first fanfic, and it's been sitting in my drafts for over a year now. If I forget to tag anything or if some of the grammar is off, I apologize! BTW, all photos found on Pinterest and this is posted on AO3. Thank you so much for reading this; it truly means a lot. Feel free to comment; I would love to hear your thoughts!

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Word Count: 5232

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Morning rays poured through the windows across Hogwarts. Yawns echoed through the dormitories, along with the rustling of bedsheets from the previous day of classes. Footsteps-light at first, then began to grow louder as time passed-echoed through the corridors. A variety of food was placed on the tables, wafting the smell around. As students ventured into the hall, chatter among one another and the clinking of cutlery buzzed with life.

Even though the room felt alive, one student noticed how someone wasn't in their normal spot.

“Hey Charlotte, have you seen Professor (L/N) this morning?” commented Ember, taking a seat in front of her friend. Her gaze swept over the teachers’ table. “Usually, she’s here by now.”

Charlotte glanced over with a croissant in her hand. “Now that you mention it, she isn’t here.” She took a bite. "Professor Snape isn't here either."

“Usually, Professor Snape isn’t here anyway, Char,” Ember mentioned, serving herself some breakfast. "Even if he were here, he probably would have left by now to do whatever he normally does by himself," she added.

“You don’t have to be rude,” Charlotte pointed out, her voice lowered while looking cautiously at the girl in front of her.

A long sigh escaped Ember's lips just as her eyes rolled. “But it’s Professor Snape.”

“Even if you don’t like him, you don’t have to be mean,” Charlotte responded.

“Fine, fine, whatever you say, Char,” Ember acknowledged, while she began to eat.

“Professor Snape probably left already. Though, if Professor (L/N) were here, he'd usually linger a bit longer before heading off to prepare for his classes or something else,” Charlotte notified her best friend.

Charlotte and Ember weren’t the only students to notice the herbology professor missing. A ripple of quiet chatter began to spread through the Great Hall as students from other tables scanned the teachers' table for the famous herbology professor. No matter the day, Professor (L/N) was always present during breakfast. She was always at the table, smiling and chatting with the rest of the professors, but today the table was quieter without her.

The Potions professor was another story entirely. His presence was unpredictable most of the time. He would appear and then vanish as if he was never there to begin with. If he happened to see the herbology professor, he would stay, as Charlotte mentioned, but he would leave a little later than normal to prepare for his morning classes.

While the castle slept, the Potion Professor had been up before the first dawn touched the horizon. Potion cabinets flew open as Snape rummaged through different ingredients. With each ingredient, he pulled out an audible grumble left his mouth. For every grumble the quill wrote on a piece of parchment, off to the side, noting the ingredients he needed. After he inspected every cabinet, he was left with ingredients on every surface, a piece of parchment, along with a scowl present on his face. He grabbed the parchment, waving his wand around with a command, and left the room without batting an eye.

The cool air from the morning breeze hit Snape in the face. A sigh escaped his lips, washing away the comfortable warmth from the castle. He walked along the path leading toward different areas for ingredients.

If students-or anyone for that matter-walked by the stern, intimidating professor, they would realize his walk was different. Rather than his long strides, he had a slight spring in his step.

On his walk, he was deep within his mind. He could feel something odd about himself, but could not place why. Every year, he taught the same potions, depending on what class he had to teach. He never really felt excited-after all, he was used to teaching potions-until he figured out why. His morning class was going to learn about Amortentia.

His life changed in the last few years, even though he didn't need to smell the potion. This time-this time was different. He felt as though he needed it like a dying flame craving oxygen. Unconsciously, he didn't notice, but when he thought about it, something within him screamed at him to smell it.

Time flew by, and a soft, pale gold light began to spread across the sky. After several stops, he made his way to the Herbology classroom. Hoping the person who occupied the class was there.

He raised his fist and knocking on the door. A few seconds go by, no sound or movement could be heard from beyond the door. A word escaped under his breath. Then a soft click echoed from the door. He gently opened it, hoping not to disturb anyone who might be inside.

“(Y/N), are you here?” he called out, glancing around the room, but realized she wasn’t here.

‘I wonder where she is right now?’ he thought, walking into the room towards the back, where her office was.

A chime filled the room, gaining Severus' attention. He glanced up, taking note of the time. ‘She’s probably at breakfast right now,’ he sighed, then quickly made his way to the room that housed all the ingredients and other plants.

He pulled out the parchment, which had a few strikes through different ingredients. He searched around the room for the remaining ingredients. Several minutes later, he walked out of the room, heading towards her desk. His eyes glanced over all of her belongings until he found what he needed, a piece of paper. He grabbed a quill, dipped it in ink, then wrote what he took. Before placing the quill back-at the bottom of the note-he wrote a small message, leaving him with a small smile on his face. Soon after, he left the room, venturing out into the familiar breeze.

A thought circulated, 'Before class starts, I will come see her.'

Snape rushed back to his classroom. He swung the door open, then waving his wand, lighting the candles scattered around the room. The candles cast shadows onto the floor, illuminating different potion bottles along with other miscellaneous items. Severus did not bother going towards his office but instead walked straight to his desk at the front of the class. He disposed all of the ingredients and began to prepare for his morning class.

In the Great Hall, students began to filter out, making their way towards their classes. Potions students made their way into the dark, cold dungeon. Most people dreaded going down there; after all, who wants to learn about potions first thing in the morning and wake up to the smell of different potions?

Snape, on the other hand, did not notice the time. He was too caught up in preparing all the ingredients. Out of the corner of his eye, students started to roll into the classroom. Luckily for him, he finished up what he needed for this class. He waved his wand in the air, and suddenly, his station was spotless, besides the ingredients.

He sighed, realizing he didn't have time to stop by and make sure (Y/N) was okay, but the class was about to start, so that thought went to the back of his mind. After a few more minutes passed, the sound of chairs screeching across the floor, along with materials being placed on the tables, filled the room.

The Potions professor glanced around to room, noticing some students glancing behind him and careless whispers floating around the room.

'This is odd,' he thought to himself. After all, this wasn't normal, the room was usually silent. He shook the thought away, focusing on his lesson for the class.

“Today, class, we will be brewing the potion called Amortentia. Does anyone know what that potion is?” he questioned, his stern voice filled the room.

He looked around the room, expecting at least one hand to be raised-especially from a certain student-but was left disappointed. He waited a few more seconds, his eyes scanning around the room to see if anyone wasn't paying attention.

“Mr. Potter, what is Amortentia?” he called out, putting his hands behind his back. His foot tapped on the floor.

“Ummm…I’m not sure, Professor,” Harry admitted, looking everywhere except for the man.

A faint sneer touched Snape's lips. "As expected. Ten points from Gryffindor."

He moved his hand from behind his back, placing it on the table. “Does anyone in this classroom know what Amortentia is or what it looks like?”

As Snape was standing in front of everyone, a piece of metal caught in the candlelight flared with a powerful bond represented by the shiny metal. The object was a gold band with black accents and engravings.

A few students' eyes flickered to the band, but their gaze quickly slid away,, focusing on what Snape was saying. After all, the stern, cold Potions professor wearing a piece of jewelry-let alone a wedding ring? The thought was ignored as quickly as it arose.

One of the students, Christian, noticed the ring. For a second, he ignored it, but he couldn't contain himself. He just had to tell someone, so he leaned over to his desk mate.

"Professor Snape has a wedding band on his ring finger," he muttered into his partner's ear.

“He has a what?!” The partner shouted quietly, or at least he tried to.

Before Christian could respond, Snape interrupted their conversation.

"Is there something the matter, Mr. Thomas and Mr. Wilson?" Snape looked directly at the two boys.

“No, Professor Snape," both of them said simultaneously, looking at the professor.

"Are you sure? Both of you seem surprised-or rather, shocked-at something you saw," suggested Snape.

"It was nothing, Professor," replied Christian.

Out of the corner of his eyes, a girl with brown hair raised her hand. A quiet exhale escaped him, and his shoulders relaxed.

"Yes, Miss Granger," he said, his voice flat, but without the usual cutting edge.

"Umm… Professor, there seems to be a cat lying on your chair," Hermione glancing past him to the corner of the room.

Snape looked toward Hermione, narrowing his eyes at the poor girl. 'Why would she lie?' he thought, but shook it off, looking behind him instead. A chair placed in the corner of the room.

“When did I have a chair in here?” he questioned aloud, though he thought he’d said it quietly.

‘I thought I put this chair back last night after grading paper with (Y/N),' he thought, rubbing his brow with his hand. 'Actually, now that I think about it… I didn’t,' he thought to himself.

He walked over; even though the distance wasn't that far, he still felt like he had walked a mile. A rare and unexpected tug at the corner of Snape's mouth. He recognized the fluffy, white, and gray cat curled up on his chair.

With Snape's attention elsewhere, a soft buzzing of hushed chatter filled the room.

One student whispered, glancing toward the person beside them, “Did you see the ring on his finger? If I’m going to be completely honest with you… the ring is nice.”

“I feel bad for whoever is wearing the other ring,” someone else commented.

“Maybe whoever is wearing the other ring was forced to marry him,” another added with a laugh.

“Don’t say that. I don’t think Professor Snape would do such a thing to anyone,” Charlotte defended, eyes narrowed at the group.

“Why are you defending him, Charlotte? He probably poured Amortentia into the drink or something,” the person replied with a smirk.

"I agree with Charlotte on this one. Even though Snape is strict and cold, I don't think he would do such a thing; after all, he knows a lot about the effects of potions," Ember said, helping defend the potion master.

“Is anyone going to talk about the fact that there is a cat in the room? I didn’t even know Professor Snape had a cat, or if he even liked cats in the first place,” another student observed but was quickly ignored.

“Would all of you be quiet before all of get in trouble,” a student hissed, glancing between Snape and the group, whispering to each other.

The last whisper died in the classroom, leaving only the rustle of robes and the flickering of flames, before Snape's voice cut through the stillness. Heads turned, eyes focused on the Professor.

“Why might you be in here, especially at this time?” he questioned, with a hint of disappointment in his tone. He gently placed his hand on the cat and crouched down to meet its head. While Snape was petting and rubbing the cat, he felt a twitch beneath his hand.

The cat yawned, opening its eyes, looking right at Snape. He noted the cat's head being tilted leading him to reciprocate the motion. Both of them stared at each other, eyes locked on eyes, heads tilted identically-challenging the other.

Severus pulled away, standing up in his stop, letting the cat wake up fully. His hands fell onto his hips. The cat stood up and stretched its limbs, but quickly sat back down, staring at him with curious, (E/C) eyes.

“Darling, you shouldn’t be in here right now.” One of his hands fell off his hips than placed it on top of the cat's head. He began to scratch the top of its head. The cat pushed its head against the palm of his hand. Snape's gaze sharpened, and a hint of the corners of his lips turning upwards as his attention locked onto the small feline. Purring filled every corner of the room but quickly died down. Snape removed his hand, staring into the depths of (E/C) colored irises. The cat stared into his eyes, letting out a meow.

"My dear, you really ought to be preparing for class," Severus stated, his voice a low, almost tender murmur. "Yet here you are, occupying my chair when I have class to teach. I love you like a moth to a flame… but why exactly are you here?" He looked down, narrowing his eyes slightly, but filled with love. The cat stared right back. A silent conversation passes between the two, a language understood only by them.

Students glanced at each other, leaning in close to their friends, whispering questions about what they just heard, making sure this was real. The Potion Master's usual stern facade seemed to soften.  Whispers spread throughout the classroom as they hoped not to disturb the moment for the man.

“Did I just hear that, Ron?” said Harry, confused but with a hint of surprise in his voice, leaning towards his best friend. The boy nodded; his eyes were saucers. Ron could only nod, never breaking his gaze from the professor.

Snape had called the cat ‘dear’ along with using the word 'love' several times. Questions erupted in several students' minds. These terms were known for showing endearment and affection, but why exactly is the Head of Slytherin, the Potions Professor, using it now-especially towards a cat? Then a question that was brought up earlier appeared. Did Snape even have a pet cat in the first place or rather does he even like cats? Questions upon questions appeared, but never spoken out, rather dismissing them since this has to be some sort of dream.

The fluffy cat stood up from the chair, perched on the edge, ready to launch itself.

"So... now you decided to jump down.” Snape's lips thinned slightly as he looked down at the cat. He crossed his arms across his chest.

The fluffy, white, and gray cat shook its head and rolled its eyes before hopping down, but before its paws touched the ground, the candles flickered on and off until a figure appeared out of nowhere, replacing the cat. None of the students witnessed the transformation, only noticing Snape's wide frame blocking whoever appeared. The candles flickering were noticed, but no one said anything about it rather focused on Snape.

Severus turned around, lost in his thoughts, completely forgetting about how he was supposed to be teaching. Right behind him, the sound of heels hitting the ground echoed through the room. Snape paid no mind to anything else, instead focused on what had occurred. He continued to walk towards his station.

"I'm sorry, darling, I didn't notice the time. Plus, I missed seeing you this morning before you left," a voice, a little soft and apologetic, said from behind him. Severus, already halfway to the table, paused mid-stride, slowly turning to face the sound.

Snape and whoever he was talking to moved closer to him. Snape's frame still hid her away, but students could hear her along with they saw a glimpse of her. The identity of the mysterious woman was still a mystery to them.

“You know you could have come into my office to rest, yes?” Snape's words infused with concern but love. He tilted his head slightly, one eyebrow raised slightly. As he looked at her, waiting patiently, as if in bold letters would appear telling him.

“I know... but your office door was locked, and I noticed that your chair was also out here from the other day when I was helping you grade papers,” she said, pausing. "I wanted to see you before class started, but I fell asleep in your chair waiting for you, dear," she finished, meeting his dark eyes like a starless night, but a flicker of deep warmth softened in their depths.

Snape's gaze fixated onto hers, and for a moment every other presence in the cold room faded into the corners, but welcoming arms surrounded the two. An unfamiliar, unguarded smile spread across his face. He spoke without any hesitation, "You look beautiful, my love."

A soft, red hue appeared on her cheeks. "Well, I hope I do," she teased with an affectionate smile. She stepped closer to him, closing the distance between them until she stood directly in front of him.

Severus reached down, taking her hands into his. His shoulder relaxed, letting go of the build-up of tension. Students couldn’t see the interaction, but the Professor from the start of class was completely different from the man, standing with his back turned, in front of them. The man who stood before them, known for being cold, stern, and commanding, was not softer, the way he spoke drenched in a quiet tenderness none of them could have imagined.

All the information and interactions between the two hit the students in the face. From the gold band on Snape's finger, to the cat in the chair, and now a woman blocked by Snape. Everything just felt…odd. Different. Questions began to swarm the room like hornets wanting answers.

Snape and this mysterious woman were still talking-no, flirting-with each other. Their eyes lingered, hands intertwined in a way that left for no questions.The Potion Master moved slightly, letting everyone in the room to see the woman a little more.

What stood out the most wasn’t her face, or how close she was to the man, it was her outfit. A certain famous professor in the castle wore similar outfits to the woman Snape was hiding.

The woman was wearing a black robe with white details, along with a white blouse and a black skirt that touched the floor. She was also shorter than Snape.

“YOU’RE PROFESSOR (L/N)!” yelled Ron, his eyes widened.

Heads turned towards the boy. He looked around the room, realizing all eyes were on him, students and both professors. He gulped and trembled. His eyes met the obsidian eyes waiting for him to get in trouble but he was alive, but the glare spoke unspoken words directed at him.

The woman in question was pale. Her entire face was noticeable now. (E/C) eyes dilated, utterly still at this boy.

A heavy silence settled in the room. A minute goes by, Professor (L/N) swallowed but looked up at Severus noticing his head is turned towards the students. She moved her head looking at them, a soft smile appeared on her face.

She replied, slightly stuttering, “Yes… yes, I am.”

“I kind of forgot you had students in here, and I’m going to guess you did as well, dear,” said Professor (L/N) murmured, her voice low, meant only for his ears alone. She slowly moved to the side, walking past him towards the table. Before she made it to the table, she heard his reply.

“Yes, I did forget about the students in here,” he replied with a deep sigh.

Realization landed on Snape's face. Severus whipped around, facing away from the questions and the looks of students. He rubbed his hands on his face. Soon enough, a blush crept up to his neck and onto his face. After a few seconds of composing himself, the heat from his face faded away like a potion effect wearing off. A sigh escaped his lips, his hands lowered. He turned around joining (Y/N) behind his workstation, both of them facing the judgmental gazes of their students.

“Well, I guess the cat is out of the bag unless-" she began, but was cut off.

“You also have a wedding band!” gasped Luke, looking straight at her hand with wide eyes. (Y/N) noticed Luke looking at her ring finger.

"Could you please clarify what you're implying with ‘also,’ Mr. Thomas?" Professor (L/N) inquired, her brows furrowing slightly. Unconsciously, she reached for her ring finger, feeling the cold, metal, gemstone of her wedding and engagement ring. Her gaze drifted, and she noticed another detail; Severus, too, was wearing his wedding band.

‘I guess both of us forgot to take off our rings this morning,’ thought (Y/N) to herself, a sigh escaped her lips.

During the conversation, Snape noticed she glanced down at his hands. Severus heard her sigh and followed her gaze. His eyes noticed the gold band shiny back at him, mocking him. He quickly glanced at her hand, noticing the same bands were twinkling at him. He sighed, a flicker of dread passed through him, wishing he could take his wife with him back to their shared room and hide away from the world. Every ounce of him wished his students wouldn't realize what was between him and (Y/N). After all, this was a secret not many people knew about, and that's how it was supposed to be-kept away from prying eyes. He noticed Mr. Thomas was speaking again.

"Well, you see, Professor (L/N)…" Luke gulped down a quick breath, then continuing. “Professor Snape is also wearing a wedding band on his finger. And I think most of my classmates will agree with me, but we've never seen Professor Snape or you wear those rings to class before. Not to mention how you, Professor (L/N), are in here as well. Along with why would you be here sleeping, and the discussion you and Professor Snape were having a while ago?” He rushed the words out, barely pausing for air. "So, if the evidence is correct, you two are married," he concluded with a smile.

Silence descended on the two professors and the class. Both (Y/N) and Severus froze, their faces pale, eyes wide with the sudden, undeniable truth that was let out. (Y/N) recovered quickly; her gaze found Severus, whose own stunned expression mirrored hers a second ago. Severus remained still in his spot, speechless. Despite knowing this was going to happen eventually, it's still surprising when the truth was laid out on the table for everyone to see.

“I knew this was going to happen one of these days. I guess the cat is out of the bag then,” she murmured to her husband. Both of them staring into each other’s eyes. The corners of (Y/N)'s lips curved upwards in a sincere and warm smile. He returned the gesture but his actual smile, one only she sees in private, appeared.

“So...am I correct?” said Luke, smirking.

"(Y/N)... just tell them," muttered Severus. His shoulders slumped, and a defeated look was featured on his face. He slowly reached her hand, his fingers finding hers, unconsciously drawing comfort from the metal bands on her finger. As their hands clasped, his shoulders relaxed and he could finally breath.

“Ok, umm… yes, you are correct; the two of us are married,” (Y/N) said, a soft smile touching her lips as she felt Severus gently take her hand in his while she spoke.

Gasps all around echoed through the room. Conformation about the two left questions circulating. This kept secret left everyone in the room in shock along with Draco hearing the news.

One student whispered to their friend, “I can't believe he married her. Like, she is the complete opposite of him.”

Another student said, “I think it's cute that both of them are total opposites of each other.”

The married couple looked at each other, sharing a soft smile on their faces. The weight of this secret lifted off of them, realizing neither one of them needs to hide their affection for one another anymore. Even though (Y/N) would favor this while Severus, not so much ,at least not in public. Gasps filled the room. (Y/N) hears a familiar voice that piqued her interest.

One student spoke up, “That explains so much.”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. "Like what, exactly, might I ask?" she questioned, looking away from Severus and now fully looking at the student. She recognized the student as Lizzy, one of the many students who would come to her class to talk or hang out.

“Well, I noticed that you have potion ingredients in your office placed on the desk, along with Professor Snape's graded papers stacked on your desk as well from one of his classes,” Lizzy rambled, but paused, taking a deep breath before speaking again.

(Y/N) heard her husband muttered under his breath, “That’s where I put those bloody papers." She smiled, a spark of amusement danced in her eyes. Her focus went back to Lizzy.

"Oh, did I mention that sometimes there's a robe similar to Professor Snape’s hanging behind your chair? Along with just other things in your classroom and office, Professor (L/N). Don’t even get me started on what I noticed in here!” She took another breath, ready to continue on, until Severus cut in.

"I believe that my wife and I understand what you're saying,” Severus interrupted, his voice sharp. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, noticing how much time had passed. The class was about to be finished, and he needed to make a quick decision, but it was right in front of him in bold letters. He heard a tick; his decision was set in stone.

"Class is dismissed, and do not ask any more questions,” he demanded, looking at all the students. He released his wife's hand.

Some students got up and left, but others hesitated, eager to ask more questions, but decided to leave those questions behind for now. Their burning questions would have to wait; none dared to risk getting detention or losing house points. These questions wouldn't be answered by the Potions Professor, but the Herbology Professor was a whole other can of worms.

A group of students began to walk towards the door, but all of their voices were loud and noticeable. Both Professors turned their attention to them, eager to hear the conversation.

One student said, “When was Professor (L/N) an Animagus, especially a cat? I don’t remember her speaking about being one in the first place. Did anyone notice that, or was it just me?”

“Now you say that, I did notice that,” another student confirmed.

“Eh… we can just ask Professor (L/N) after all; she's our next class anyway, so it works out,” a third student mused, shrugging as they walked out of the classroom.

When the last group of students left, Severus looked at his wife beside him. She was giggling softly at what she overheard from the students. He offered her a gentle smile, his gaze lingering on her face, taking in every aspect of her as if she was going to disappear.

(Y/N), still shocked from everything the happened, hadn't noticed her husband's gaze until her eyes met his. A soft smile appeared on her face. Caught in the action, Severus smiled back. Silence filled the room, the only sound being the flames from candles and footsteps outside the classroom. The couple held each one another's gaze, a quiet understanding passing between them. Moments later, the stillness was broken.

“I love you, my love,” (Y/N) murmured, the words carefully breaking the silence.

“I love you too,” Severus replied, slowly leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

(Y/N) hesitantly broke the kiss, realizing her class would start soon. They were disappointed, but both understood they'd continue what they started later, within the comfort of each other's arms in their quiet, hidden-away chamber.

"I have to go, my love," (Y/N) said, grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him down for a quick peck on his lips and then his cheek.

“I told you to stop doing that,” Severus chuckled, his fingers automatically went up to his collar, straightening it. A faint flush crept up his neck and onto his face.

(Y/N) let out a giggle. “I can’t help it; sometimes you just look cute when you blush," she said, slowly walking backward towards the door. She just wanted to see his reaction-after all, this was a rare moment sometimes. Severus stood there, stunned by her words. A soft smile touched his lips, which she returned.

“Don’t trip, I don’t want you to end up in the medical wing,” Severus called out, his voice filled with worry and care, as he watched her walk backwards toward the door. Every move she made, his eyes followed.

“I won’t, love, I promise. After all, I’m always careful,” she said confidently, hands on her hips, a bright smile on her face. Severus rolled his eyes as he shook his head, but a faint smile playing on his own lips.

“Whatever you say, darling, just don’t come crying to me when you fall,” Severus retorted, but laced with sarcasm. She shook her head, smiling back at him.

“I'll see you at lunch,” (Y/N) said, pointing at him before turning around and walking out the door.

Severus just smiled, shook his head, and said, “Why did I marry her?"

He looked down at his ring, a soft smile gracing his lips as he recalled her. Shaking his head, he began to prepare for his next class, knowing students would soon arrive.

Severus knew the questions about their relationship would be asked. He could not wait until it died down, so his life could go back to normal. Even though, deep within his mind, he knew this information would change some aspects of their life. At least there was an upside to this situation, but he could see his wife without any worry of being caught, and the same goes for her.

After the class ended, the news spread like wildfire throughout the castle. The cold, stern Potions Master married to the one and only Professor (L/N), his complete opposite! Who would have thought those two would be married to each other?

[anzioraa0]

“Animagus”

Severus - Fox 🦊

As smart, curious, and loyal as a Fox)

[bythepen98]

Doodle || Severus 🐍

Sketch from last week. Bought a new sketch pad and the first character I wanted to draw was him.

[girl-loves-travel45]

So, I saw a picture of one of these the other day and realized just how much I need Pallas’s Cat animagus!Snape. Just look at the RBF on this grumpy little guy!

So unimpressed with everything, bless ‘em.

[livingxxdeadxxb0y]

Regulus and Severus after a meeting: ...

Regulus: was that Wormtail?

Severus: yes...

Regulus: ... I guess he just letting anyone in here🫩

[half-blood-prince-throne]

Your patronus could sometimes matched your animal form. So I thought if Sev was animagus he would be a doe. It led on Snames headcanon

Tw. Mpeg . Beastility (animagus have sex with an animagus that he thought was really an animal)

1 Prongs see a beautiful doe and mate with her.

2 Snape act weird and James followed him to hospital wing

3 James found out Snape was pregnant 

[severus-simp]

Did some digital drawings of Harrie Potter (female Harry Potter) snuggling the animagus form of Severus Snape (or My Meow Meow as he may be affectionately called) lol This was inspired by Harrie's Cat the ao3 fic by lone amaryllis. :)

[darkcrowprincess]

Regulus Black to James Potter:

Regulus Black to Severus Snape:

Regulus Black to Lily, Pandora and Dorcas:

Regulus Black to Albus Dumbledore:

Regulus Black to his brother Sirius:

Regulus Black to Barty and Evan:

[jmwdoesthings]

Hogwarts Professors Shenanigans: Unravelling Umbridge (Part One)

Snape and McGonagall have enough of Umbridge's garbage and team up with each other to end it. Featuring: Snape's temper, Minerva's short-bread and quite a lot of conspiracy and 'hem hem'. Part One.

***

“This is killing me. Very slowly and very thoroughly.”

Minerva glanced up from her list of assignments as Severus collapsed into the chair next to her and began to massage his temples. His face was twice as hard as she had ever seen it, and his dark eyes were absolutely seething. If it was anybody else but the current Head of the Gryffindor House, armed with her gaze of steel and unfailing sense of justice and loyalty and tartan under her black robes, sat beside him, they would have averted their gaze and muttered something out to appease him, but Minerva just spared him a glance, then returned to her assignments.

“You’re being melodramatic.”

He scoffed, then made a noise of deep fatigue. McGonagall tried to drown out the babble of the students gathered in the great hall and sighed. It was breakfast-time and, like practically every teacher in the castle, the students were thoroughly outraged. Harry Potter was talking loudly to the gathered at the Gryffindor table, gesturing and slamming his hands on its surface, and he wasn’t the only one; up and down the other tables, the sense of harmony was dishevelled and something fiery reverberated up and down the hall, not only the snide shouting of Fred and George Weasley; unrest hung in the air, disturbance raged through the houses, and it was all caused by the pink, fluffy toad which was yet to arrive at the breakfast table and who had the audacity to interrupt Dumbledore’s speech the day before.

“No, you’re not being melodramatic,” Minerva begrudgingly corrected herself, though she still didn’t take her eyes away from the parchment. “I’m just as upset as you are, Severus.”

The Potion’s Master snorted again. “From what I’ve gathered thus far, you’re taking it remarkably well.”

“One of us has to keep their trousers intact and free from raging fire.”

She received his look without blinking, then glanced at him over the steel rim of her glasses. 

“Well, what do you propose I do? I’m just as powerless as you are against the ministry and you know it.”

“Not quite,” he muttered back, then glanced at the obstinate Weasley twins and raised his eyebrows. “As much as I disapprove of my own words right now… we could take a leaf out of that blasted pair’s book.”

McGonagall watched Fred making strangling motions with his hands whilst George blew out his cheeks and made toad-like noises and made a sound of intrigue. 

“Or we can simply wait until they do the job for us,” she murmured. “Of course, that is, if you pause tearing down the points which my students build up during the lessons which are not yours, Severus. For the greater good.”

Severus poised his hand near his face and frowned, but he looked appeased. 

“Perhaps I will consider pulling at the reins to my fiery chariots, under present circumstances. Though I cannot promise.”

That’s all he managed to say, before a grim silence fell upon the gathered and their heads were drawn to the left - McGonagall barely suppressed a shudder as a ‘hem hem’ echoed through the hall and its propeller arrived in a pink, fluffy cardigan and a puffy, pink bow in her hair. She heard Severus make a very discreet noise of revolt under his breath and her lip twitched. 

“That’s much better,” Umbridge said into the electrified silence, seemingly not noticing any hostility at all in anybody before her. “Now, that is what we will be doing during breakfast and meal times. Eating. No talking. There will be a nice, lovely silence.”

McGonagall wondered what thoughts she would have seen if she browsed through some student’s minds at that moment with the use of occlumency - judging from their facial expressions, perhaps some of them would have made her brain wither. Snape ended up digging his fingers into his face which he had leaned on his hand for the moment as she spoke.

“After you have finished eating, you will depart to your classes in a single file,” Umbridge pronounced, nodding slowly. “Single file. No talking. You will make your way to your lessons. Also,” she added, before anybody could voice their opinions upon the matter, “Mr Filch has asked me to inform you that there will be no loitering on the corridors during break and lunch. If you want to talk, you will do it outside in the yard, or in your common rooms.”

There were a few whispers at this, but not for long, for another ‘hem, hem’ was issued.

McGonagall saw Snape’s fingers make scratch marks on the arm of the chair. Before the despicable woman began to talk again, however, he leaned in towards her and whispered in a very low voice:

“Hogsmeade, Professor.”

She made a sound of approbation. “I don’t think we’ll be overheard there.”

“And I will lay down my neck if both of us don’t need a drink after today,” he muttered, rubbing at his left forearm and grimacing. “You can monitor my execution, if you wish, or be the one executing me, if I’m wrong.”

“With pleasure.”

“Thank you.”

They both picked up their goblet of coffee and cup of malt tea at the same moment and began to sip at them.

“Mark my words, Severus,” Minerva murmured, keeping her voice low behind her drink. “This year is going to be a very long one.”

He scoffed, looking dark. “Perhaps for the ones who make it through alive.”

“Inside these castle walls, at least.” She glanced at Rubeus Hagrid, who was frowning into his goblet, then at Filius, who was squirming uncomfortably in his chair, his fingers tapping on the table as he waited for the little pink toad to stop croaking. “Perhaps let this stay between us, Professor, for the time being… we don’t want any complications.”

Complications there were, without the two Heads giving any strange suggestions to their colleagues. Posters stamped with the ministry symbol and signed off in sickeningly pretty, curly writing appeared in the staff rooms, and even hung up in their offices - Minerva had just managed to pick up a biscuit during the first half-hour break before she was frowning at the notice pinned to her door. Fortunately for her, she didn’t have a chance to peruse it in full alone; there was a noise like someone sucking crumbs out a glass tube and Severus Snape appeared in the middle of her office, looking livid and clutching at a similar piece of parchment.

“That is it,” he seethed, lifting up the parchment so that she could read it, though it was so distorted it was impossible to do so. “The last straw. If someone does not stop me, I do not guarantee I will be able to keep my hands clean.”

He paused, took in the poster pinned to her door which she was standing before, then emitted a rather discomforting snarl and tore it off her door.

“Severus, control yourself, please,” McGonagall said with a frown, though made no move to stop him as he whipped out his wand and set the paper on fire with his eyes black as coal and his teeth gritted. “I haven’t read it yet.”

“Here,” he spat, though not at her, as he watched the last of the parchment shrivel up, then held up the crumpled poster he brought. “Read this clump of dragon spittle, if you so desire.”

Minerva took it from him after a moment and smoothed out its creases, wrinkling her nose at the smell of burning parchment and perused it through narrowed eyes behind her glasses.

Greetings, dear colleagues. I am enraptured to be working with all of your wonderful selves this year. I know that there will be a great understanding between us, because we all have our dear students’ best interests and safety at heart. 

Due to the increase in hostility in public and the rumours you have all undoubtedly heard about, I will be popping in and out of lessons to monitor the situations and grade your suitability for the jobs you have been assigned by the headmaster. That aside, I do hope that we can all forge a bond of agreement, friendship and banish any unrest and disruption from Hogwarts, our beloved School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and keep our students safe from both scandal and harm. 

Signed, Dolores Umbridge.

“This is…” She paused, searching for the right words, feeling disgust and silent anger stirring in her breast. Severus filled in her pause with several dark expletives muttered under his breath, then cut himself off with some difficulty, under her frown. 

“Vile,” he summed up, still shaking with fury. “How dare she, the foolish braggart!”

“It could have been worse.”

“I’m not talking about this,” he spat, pointing at the offensive piece of parchment, then hissed out on a lowered voice. “It’s about what she is doing in the Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons. She has banned wands.”

He laughed dryly at her incredulous expression. 

“Yes, Professor,” he drawled. “She’s going only and exclusively off textbooks. We both know what sort of bunkum doing so is.”

“That’s absurd,” Minerva stammered, her mind whirring, before she regained herself and straightened her glasses. “She must be mad.”

“Oh, no. She’s not mad. She’s far from mad.”

She watched him stalking back and forth in her office like an overgrown bat, hissing and clenching his fists in silence, before making her way over to her desk.

“This is Cornelius’ little ploy,” he continued with vehemence. “I know people like him. Ignorant and empty as a tin-can. An empty jar. Full of nothing but their own over-blown selves. Toads. Vultures. Headless bats.”

McGonagall sighed.

“Would you like a biscuit, Severus?” She held up her shortbread tin in one hand whilst searching for some parchment in her desk with the other.

“I would love a biscuit,” he muttered, clenching his fists so hard they cracked. “I’d love to feed it down her throat, into her lungs. It would crumble along the way, and we would watch her choke. Slowly. Thoroughly-”

“Yes,” she interrupted him, scribbling away. “This one I’m offering is exclusively for your consumption, as opposed to choking Dolores Umbridge.”

He turned to her, then approached the desk, grabbed the tin and set it back down on her desk with a thud, then splayed his hands over the wooden surface and lowered his voice as he leaned towards her.

“A biscuit exclusively for my consumption?” he whispered, shards of ice in his voice. “This woman is overturning everything she touches, professor. She blatantly denies the Dark Lord’s rise to power. This-”

He pulled up his sleeve for a flash, just long enough for Minerva to catch a glimpse of the terrible mark on his left forearm, and sneered.

“-has been flashing like a Christmas tree since July. And you’re offering me biscuits exclusively for my consumption, Minerva?”

McGonagall looked at him over the rim of her glasses for one long moment. Snape held her gaze, expectantly, looking rather triumphant.

She didn’t as much as sniff.

 “What about a cup of tea?”

Snape looked baffled. After a moment, he breathed out a sigh so great his head hung for a moment, then pushed himself off her desk and straightened. He breathed in, out, placed two fingers to his temples, then walked over to one of her stiff armchairs and lowered himself into it.

“Very well, I understand,” he said coolly, placing his hands on his knees and sitting as though he was an attentive student. “Bring on the refreshments. Let’s have a little picnic, while we’re at it, with pretzels, little muffins and garnished sandwiches, hm? Then, after that, we can make daisy chains in the fields and calmly talk about our damned feelings!”

Perhaps Severus would have completely lost his temper again if the a second whooshing sound hadn’t reverberated across Minerva’s office, followed by the chunky figure of Pomona Sprout. She looked perplexed, her hair almost standing on end, as she stood there, ruffled.

She looked from the glowering Snape to Minerva scribbling calmly though with a frown, then held up a piece of parchment.

“Should have knocked, but… Have you seen this?”

Snape said nothing, pursing his lips, though his expression was answer enough. Minerva didn’t stop writing as she took up her shortbread tin and held it up.

“Biscuit, Pomona?”

Severus turned and shot her a long, sharp look. Pomona shrugged, then approached her desk.

“Why, yes, thank you,” she said, taking the tin from her. “But what do you think about this? I daren’t address the headmaster about this yet.”

“The headmaster has most likely received one of these beauties himself,” Snape murmured. “She has no regard for him, as we all witnessed yesterday evening.”

“Most unfortunately,” Minerva said, then: “Shall we all have a cup of tea?”

“Very well, then,” Pomona said after a slight pause during which she swallowed the last of her shortbread. “We can’t all get our knickers in a twist.”

Minerva nodded, still writing. 

“No, we can’t.”

She rose, flicked her wand and three cups appeared on the tray on the table. There was a rather awkward pause in which they all watched the kettle boiling over McGonagall’s fireplace: Snape in his black and his form rigid, his gaze capable of setting fire to something and his jaw fastened tightly; the ample person of Pomona in her ragged hat and muddy leaves plastered over her apron; McGonagall silent, prim and frowning as she stood with a scrutinous look, lost in thought, looking at the flames, eyes hidden behind the glint of her glasses.

“The only course of action for now,” she murmured, after the kettle whistled and she began pouring water into the teacups, “is to wait and see what happens. Anything else would be far too hasty and downright foolish.”

Snape glanced at her. She met his look head-on.

“Well, what do you propose we do, Severus?” she snapped, hovering her teacup over to her desk. “I believe I have the right to think that everything you have in your head as of now is completely out of the question.”

He drew his black cloak around himself tighter and chuckled darkly, though his face stayed grim. “I suppose that you knowing me so well by now is only to be expected, professor.”

“Minerva is right.” Pomona sighed, then took the tea from McGonagall. “Thank you. I think we’re all being a little too heated up with the current state of affairs. Now that I’m here, it doesn’t seem at all that pressing-”

At that moment, there was a pop and Filius Flitwick apparated into Minerva’s office, looking very nervous and out of breath. He adjusted his glasses, then pulled out a blue polka-dot handkerchief out of his pocket and began to wipe his brow.

“I’m so sorry to intrude, professor,” he breathed, flapping another piece of parchment at them, “but this was stuck to the leg of my desk. It was rather rude, although I am quite shorter than average, still, I’m fully capable of reading anything that is placed at normal height… and the contents, well, it’s slightly unnerving to say the least… that is to say, well… I don’t know what to expect anymore.”

This time, Severus Snape spoke first, his tone dry enough for the Sahara to pale in comparison.

“Would you like a biscuit, Filius?”

“Biscuit?” Filius looked perplexed, then sighed. “Why, yes, that would be nice, thank you.”

Severus pursed his lips at him (Filius looked nervous); Minerva offered him the tin, then flicked her wand and another cup appeared on the tray.

She turned to them as they stared at her, waiting. She turned.

“While we are mostly all together, then-”

There was a sudden loud knock on the door and they all jumped, for it rattled on its hinges as though someone was throwing furniture at it. Minerva adjusted her glasses and glanced at the others, who looked back with different degrees of wariness on their faces.

“Who is it?”

The door creaked open, and the huge face of Rubeus Hagrid appeared. His beard was bedraggled and he didn’t look like he was in a very good mood, for his beetle-eyes were narrowed in suspicion and contempt before he set eyes on Minerva; he opened his mouth to speak, but then saw them all gathered as though they were conspiring and hesitated.

“Sorry to interrupt, Professor, er, Professors…”

Filius lifted his parchment. “It’s not this, by any chance, is it, Hagrid?”

The half-giant looked relieved. “It is, actually, yeh.”

He squeezed through the door (there was a pop as he entered), then noticed the cups of tea and biscuit in Filius’ hand and paused again.

“Would you like some tea and a biscuit, Hagrid?” McGonagall asked, before glancing at Severus, who simply rolled his eyes and folded his arms without comment.

“Won’ say no, Professor,” Hagrid said with some enthusiasm, taking up the tin from her. “I didn’t think I ought to bother Professor Dumbledore, with this, but, between all of us…”

He leaned down and lowered his voice, “I don’t like this one bit.”

“Neither do we,” Snape provided, still looking disturbed. “But apparently, the decision has been made that we currently sit and wait until something happens.”

“What else do you propose, then?” Minerva said.

“Nothing,” Severus replied coolly. “I agree with you, I’m just not happy about the current state of affairs.”

“Neither am I,” Pomona said, pouring herself more tea. “I don’t like this whole monitoring business.”

“Neither do I,” Flitwick said. “But she doesn’t have the authority to do anything about it, does she?”

“That’s right,” Pomona said. “She hasn’t. She’s just the DADA teacher. Not a very good one, if I may add, if what the students are saying is true…”

Then, they all froze, because there was a tap on the door and something which resembled a very loud, ‘hem, hem’ sounded through them.

They froze, mid action: eating, mouth open to speak, sipping on their malt tea. There was a split second during which they all looked at one another, then another upon cups were hurriedly returned to the tray and wands were whipped out. Pomona grabbed Hagrid’s arm and apparated out of the office, along with Flitwick; Severus remained where he was, his eyes black as obsidian, his wand in his hand, whilst Minerva vanished the excess cups and, after hesitating one second, approached the door.

They both intercepted a very unwelcome and very pink figure when the door opened, with thick lips and a very dainty bow sitting on top of her brown hair. Minerva could hear Severus’ sleeve fabric creaking as he folded his arms and gripped them.

Umbridge smiled. “Good morning, Professor McGonagall.”

McGonagall didn’t smile. “Good morning, Dolores.”

The pink-blobbed figure pushed past her into her office, then her gaze settled on the black, ominous figure of Snape, who hadn’t moved and clearly had little intention of doing so. He had faced Death Eaters and Voldemort and he wasn’t intimidated by this ridiculous source of disturbance. Minerva wasn’t either; she was far too old and had seen far too much to be intimidated by confrontation which didn’t involve illegal spells. 

“Oh, Professor Snape,” Umbridge quipped with a small smile. “I didn’t think I’d see you here.”

Under any other circumstances, Minerva would have been quite amused to witness Snape mustering civility with such difficulty - his pupils were constricted and it looked like he had trouble with unfastening his jaw (even his eyelid was twitching, Minerva marvelled) - but circumstances were rather different and so she merely tried to convey reassurement with her eyes from behind the little pink toad.

“The world is full of surprises,” he managed very dryly after tearing his eyes away from the Gryffindor Head, then inclined his head at Umbridge with some difficulty. She made a little ‘hem’ sound.

“I see you and Professor McGonagall are very good friends.”

Snape glanced at Minerva, then said, “Hardly.”

Minerva’s lip twitched. Umbridge looked surprised. “Really? And yet you are spending breaktime together.”

“We teach the same students, Professor Umbridge,” Snape replied coolly. “It’s natural we have common things to discuss. This job requires collaboration for it to be successful.”

“Indeed,” Umbridge said, then glanced at the door, upon which her little letter had been hanging a moment before and was currently scattered around the classroom floor in the form of ash and Snape’s rage. “Did you not receive my letter, Professor McGonagall?”

“Of course I did, Dolores,” came the breezy reply, as McGonagall approached her desk and sat down to organise some papers. “I have already put it away in my desk. I must say that I am pleased that we share common goals. Student health and best interests are, of course, not something to trifle with.”

“I’m very pleased that we agree on those grounds,” she smiled sweetly, then turned to Severus. “I’m sure your opinion doesn’t differ from ours, Professor.”

Snape’s eyelid began to twitch again and he seemed to be made out of marble. 

“Not at all.”

“Hm.” Umbridge observed him. “Have you been teaching long at this school, Professor?”

“Eleven years.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

“There is nothing I like doing more.”

“You must possess an exemplary skill of potion-making, to be Potion-Master for so long.”

“I’m sure others can provide an account on them.”

“Do you stay at Hogwarts during the school holidays?”

“I do as circumstances call for.”

Minerva watched him, barely able to keep a straight face. She hid her curling lips in her cup of tea, which was empty, but nobody but her knew that. Severus caught her glinting eye and his scowl darkened.

Umbridge seemed to get the gist that both were unwilling to keep up a conversation with her, so she merely glanced around at McGonagall’s walls as though she had come to inquire about renting or buying the place, then shrugged to herself. 

“Well, I will see you both during lunch. By the by, I find it quite surprising that the students aren’t used to silence during meals, by now… but, no matter. Faults are there to be polished, aren’t they? What would the world be without those little things to work on. Nobody, after all, is perfect.”

With that, she inclined her head sweetly, then headed out.

The second the doors were closed, McGonagall turned to face Snape with some trepidation, who looked as though he was about to explode. His eyes were almost volcanic, his skin became pale, his face contorted and his fingers were twitching as though he was imagining them tight around Umbridge’s flabby neck.

“Faults… polished…” he choked out, too out of it to even begin pacing, “I’ll show her polished… I’ll show her silence… Nobody is perfect indeed… Potions Master…”

McGonagall sighed through her nose, crossed the room, opened a cupboard door, withdrew a glass bottle from it, then poured some fiery liquid into a glass she took out from another.

“Damned toad…” Snape shook, clenching his fists and drawing out his wand, “Porcupine-hide… impervious, crazed, sanctimonious-”

“Here,” she said, thrusting the glass into his hand. “Drink this. And sit down. As much as it would do some of us a favour, you having a stroke as of this moment, Severus, wouldn't be very helpful.”

He started, glanced at her, at the glass, then breathed out a sigh and collapsed onto an armchair. McGonagall gave him a sharp nod.

“Drink it.”

Severus Snape took a look at the Ogden’s and rubbed his eyes.

“This is going to be the death of me,” he muttered, then emptied the glass in one quick movement. “One of us is going to die. Either me, or her. Not counting damage control.”

“That would be quite a grim thing to witness.”

“Perhaps I should invite Cornelius for a moment or two. He’d act as a nice little buffer.”

The bottle of Ogdens was sent for, but Minerva intercepted it.

“I know I suggested this,” she said, her voice firm and slightly disapproving, “but it’s still morning and we both do not have a free period today.”

Snape scowled, then shut his eyes for a moment. “I have two first-year classes today.”

“Then I suggest you get your temper under control.” 

“Two accursed classes filled with little piping voices and brats.”

“Oh, get a grip on yourself.”

The glass cracked from under the impact of Severus' grip, shards raining down around him and onto his lap. McGonagall stared as he he stared at what remained in his fist, at the blood slowly making its way down the bottom of his fist and wrist, then threw back his head on the headrest and groaned.

“Life is splendour,” he muttered, making no move to clean up himself or the glass. “Oh, absolutely and utterly. I’m looking forward to tomorrow. And the day after that. Because, oh, ho, ha!”

Minerva watched him raise the broken glass in his fist and toast her, thinking that her interjection would only make things worse.

“Professor McGonagall, paradise awaits us,” he declared, something mad in his black eyes. “I’m going to go on holiday during the Christmas break. To Majorca. I’m going to open my bloody Gringotts bank and let the galleons pour, live while I’m young. The war can wait. So can the Dark Lord. In fact, you can come along too. Thank you for your cooperation, professor. Twenty points to Gryffindor.”

“Severus, why don’t you actually calm down?”

“I’M AT THE END OF MY TETHER, MINERVA!” he cried and shot up, shaking the glass at nobody in particular. “Either way, there’s no way out for me! Whether we destroy that pink toad and bring back order to Hogwarts, in all the available and plausible senses we can, it doesn’t really matter in the long run!”

“So you believe Potter,” she remarked after a pause, for once uncertain of what else to say as she watched her younger counterpart letting out bursts of steam.

“Believe him? Of course I do,” he scoffed. “Any fool would. Any fool with at least a sliver of perception. And especially me.”

He looked at the crimson staining his hands and running down his elbow, then rose, reaching for his wand with his left hand, and vanished the shards of glass. His voice was low when he spoke next.

“I can feel it throbbing even now,” he muttered, ignoring his injury. “It flames. Burns. Like acid.”

His voice was bitter, as he clutched at his wrist and blood oozed down into his sleeve and started dripping onto the carpets, but Minerva didn’t comment on it. He was looking away, hesitant to meet her eyes. She watched him with pursed lips, then sighed and resumed scribbling and compiling her list upon the parchment.

“I believe Albus,” she remarked after a moment. “He knows what he’s talking about.”

Severus looked up. He hesitated before he spoke. 

“You trust me.”

It was spoken dryly and accompanied by a scoff, but Minerva knew that tone well enough to be affronted. 

“I do.”

He didn’t answer. He opened his mouth, caught her eye, then shut it, tight.

“Madame Pomfrey,” she suggested primly, as he searched for words and blood started pooling on her floor. “And don’t let Dolores burn your heart out without your consent. It will give her the triumph of having control over your temper… I doubt that’s something you want.”

Severus nodded, something bubbling in his eyes, obviously wrestling with the emotions he dubbed weak, then happened to glance at the parchment she was working at and won the battle, assuming scrutinous curiosity which overpowered his other expressions.

“What is that?” he muttered, glancing over her shoulder.

“Something which is going to be burned as soon as we return from Hogsmeade,” she murmured. “Quite frankly, I’ve little good feelings about this woman myself, and I’m not going to stand for tolerating whatever it is she is bringing with her from the ministry.”

Severus was silent, though she knew he was rather stunned as he looked at what she had penned upon the parchment during the kerfuffle which had occurred a few minutes before.

“Is that a plan of action?” he murmured. “You’ve drawn up her classes… what most likely affronts her… potential hexes.”

McGonagall glanced up at him.

“You sound surprised, Severus.”

It took him a few seconds to reply. His mouth opened, shut, then opened again.

“I am,” he admitted, his voice low as he studied the parchment, still clutching at his wrist whilst blood dropped onto her tartan carpets. “I have never been so abruptly stunned and �� disappointed, Professor McGonagall. I’m considering passing this along to the Headmaster.”

“Are you, now.”

“Yes. The Head of the Gryffindor house, plotting against another employee? And such a ravishing and charming one, too?”

“You have a gift with your tone presenting the exact opposite of what comes out of your mouth, Severus.”

“I do.”

“As you have one for dripping blood all over my carpets.”

He glanced down at his crimson hand, then drew out a shaky sigh.

“I am feeling rather faint, in all honesty,” he muttered, then grasped his wand with a trembling hand. 

“Hurry up, and get yourself cleaned up,” she said, placing a dot on the parchment with a final flourish. “I’m going to need you this afternoon at Three Broomsticks, my fellow Slytherin counterpart.”

[fannedandflawless]

Sirius Black Vs The Wards: Why Death Eaters Weren’t Invited To Tea

We’ve all heard it: “Hogwarts is the safest place in the wizarding world.” But who actually set those protections? How do they work? And more importantly—why do they fail in such spectacular fashion when a certain Animagus wants to drop in for a visit? Let’s take a look at the foundations of these fabled defences—and why they might be more aesthetic than foolproof?

🏰 Who Set the Wards on Hogwarts?

✔️ Hogwarts is protected by centuries-old enchantments laid by the Founders and reinforced by successive Headmasters—currently, Dumbledore.

These wards include:

Anti-Apparition barriers

Muggle-repelling charms

Detection wards for dark magic

Protective enchantments layered into the very stone

Sounds airtight? Hold that thought.

🐺 So How Did Sirius Black Break In?

✔️ He was an unregistered Animagus. The wards don’t detect animals the same way they detect humans. ✔️ He had intimate knowledge of the school grounds from his time as a Marauder. ✔️ He had access to:

The Marauder’s Map (the blueprint of Hogwarts mischief)

Secret passageways hidden even from the staff

Decades of experience evading authority

📌 The Ministry’s Dementors were stationed around Hogwarts—but they couldn’t detect him in his Animagus form. And if they did? They still needed direct proximity.

Sirius snuck in multiple times. Into the castle. Into the Gryffindor dormitories. And what was the school’s response?

“Board up the Fat Lady’s portrait. That’ll fix it.”

🐍 Meanwhile… THE DEATH EATERS

Here’s where the logic falls apart spectacularly:

Death Eaters—many of them former students—can’t get in.

We’re talking Bellatrix, Lucius, Narcissa, Travers, Rookwood, Yaxley, Dolohov, and other former Slytherin alumni—even Voldemort himself. These were witches and wizards with significant magical ability and extensive history at Hogwarts. And yet... not one of them could find a way in without relying on a teenager and a piece of broken furniture? Suspiciously neglected. Strategically nonsensical.

They knew the castle. They lived there. Yet none of them could break in?

So what does Voldemort do?

Assigns Draco Malfoy, a sixteen-year-old schoolboy, the impossible mission of assassinating Dumbledore—as punishment for Lucius' failure at the Ministry.

Under immense pressure and with no adult help, Draco devises his own plan: fix a broken Vanishing Cabinet—which had been rotting in a corner like a half-assembled IKEA wardrobe—to sneak Death Eaters into the castle.

A dusty, half-forgotten wardrobe becomes the cornerstone of a death squad invasion—like someone planned a high-risk coup using magical flat-pack furniture and crossed their fingers it wouldn't collapse mid-assembly.

Let that sink in:

Full-grown Death Eaters couldn’t manage what a teenage fugitive dog animagus did three times over.

And here’s the kicker—Peter Pettigrew, the very Death Eater who faked his own death and lived as a rat for over a decade, knew about the secret tunnel between the Shrieking Shack and Hogwarts via the Whomping Willow. He had used it himself. So why didn’t he lead the Death Eaters through it?

Even if it was partially sealed or risky, surely it could’ve been reinforced faster than restoring a Vanishing Cabinet. Was Voldemort unaware of it? Or did he not trust a path once tied to the Marauders?

If speed and surprise were the goal, the Whomping Willow route seems a baffling omission. Dubious, darling. Deeply dubious.

🤯 THE IMPLICATIONS:

🔥 Sirius Black > Death Eaters in Hogwarts Infiltration

Sirius had deeper magical intuition, resourcefulness, and a working knowledge of the school’s blind spots.

The Marauders, collectively, understood Hogwarts better than most of the staff.

The Death Eaters, despite their power, relied on brute force and bypassing rather than subtlety.

And let’s not forget—his Animagus form was a dog. While it's never explicitly stated how the wards classify Animagi, it’s reasonable to assume that Sirius’ form allowed him to bypass the usual detection spells. Perhaps Hogwarts is accidentally pet-friendly—but not evil-detection efficient. Just ask Rita Skeeter, who snuck into places as a beetle without setting off a single alarm. So maybe the rule is: if you don’t look magical, you’re fine. You can sneak in if you look like a lovable stray—or an unremarkable insect. Good luck if you’re in full Death Eater robes, though.

🤨 Or… The Wards Are Dubiously Selective

Hogwarts’ security flexes depending on plot demands.

If Voldemort needed in, there’s always some reason he couldn’t—until Dumbledore was dead.

Are the wards magically intelligent? Or just wildly inconsistent?

Hogwarts: “No evil may enter—unless it’s disguised as a dog.”

🪞 Lingering Reflections:

This raises a serious (Sirius) question:

Was Sirius Black secretly one of the most magically competent characters in the series?

If so—why didn’t the Order use him better? Why wasn’t he teaching stealth? Why wasn’t he training students?

And perhaps more pressingly—why didn’t Dumbledore clear his name?

He knew Sirius was innocent. He had strong reason to believe the truth about Peter Pettigrew—ever since the events in the Shrieking Shack. Though he claimed he lacked proof after Pettigrew escaped, one must wonder why a wizard of Dumbledore’s stature couldn’t sway the Ministry or rally support. Instead, he let Sirius remain a fugitive, locked in Grimmauld Place, haunted and hunted.

Was it fear of public backlash? Political games? Or simply another case of Dumbledore trusting that “the greater good” would work itself out?

Or was it simply another oversight by the narrative so focused on the Chosen One that they forgot the Black sheep genius in the corner?

⸻

Previously: Hogwarts Security Issues: The Safest Place? Really?

[liv2post]

Late Night Zoomies

Word Count: 500 Summary: Animagus!Reader get the zoomies while Severus is grading.

Read here or on ao3

The quill in Severus’s hand had been scratching away at potion papers now for the past couple of hours, a recent delay in his schedule costing him what could’ve been a relaxing evening. His gaze was fixed on a line when he heard the sounds of something scraping stone and a blur of orange run by his peripheral. The writing tool ceased, his eyes flicking up to the couch where he swore he saw the shape disappear behind. No sounds, no movement. He returned his attention down to the paper. 

The shape entered his sights once again, retreating back to the bedroom. He turned his gaze up again, this time looking at the clock on the wall. Ah. 1AM. He cast a quick protective spell on his legs before turning his eyes towards the bedroom.

You came sprinting out of his room again in your animagus form, an orange cat. This time you had opted to use the coffee table as a platform to leap onto the couch, your claws gripping into the upholstery as if prey as your gaze darted around the ceiling like you were seeing ghosts. He should’ve known the second he heard the scratching of your claws against the stone. You were having what you had told him were called “zoomies.” They usually struck around or past midnight. Even in sleep you’d awake restless and go to the living room to shift into your animagus form to burn off energy before returning to the potion master’s side in bed. One too many drive-by swipes at his legs were enough to make the professor cast a spell on himself when they occurred.

“Are you having fun tearing up my couch?” he drawled teasingly. 

You snapped your blown out eyes to him, raising from your pounced position so that you were crab-walking along the top of the couch, your back arched like a croissant, ears splayed back and tail poofed up and flailing around wildly as you angled your head downwards while your pupils made direct eye contact with him; like he was a mere mortal who dared to challenge you.

While you were very smart as a human, he suspected you lacked a few brain cells when in such a form. Out of nowhere, as if someone snuck up behind you and scared you, you jumped a foot or so in the air, limbs flailing about as you fell down the front of the couch onto cushions, the stimulation riling you up more and prompting you to attack the corner of the rug and batter it with your hind legs.

After a good five minutes of chewing on it, you suddenly stopped and shifted back into your human form, cheeks blushed with embarrassment as you got up from the floor and made your way back to the bedroom.

“Shut up,” you huffed, having caught the amused expression on his face. The potion master simply chuckled to himself under his breath and returned to the papers at hand.

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[asteroid-gardens]

all the marauders era characters animagi *my opinion*

James Potter: stag

Sirius Black: black dog

Peter Petigrew: Rat

Remus Lupin: Wolf pup

Regulus Black: Black cat

Barty Crouch Jr.: Raccoon

Pandora Rosier: Dove

Evan Rosier: Fainting goat

Dorcas Meadows: Duck

Marlene McKinnon: Orange cat

Mary MacDonald: Ermine

Lily Evans: Doe

Alice Fortescue: Sheep

Frank Longbottom: Ardvark

Bellatrix Black: Black Mamba

Narsicca Black: Swan

Andromeda Black: Rottweiler

Lucius Malfoy: Peacock

Severus Snape: Bald faced hornet 

Ted Tonks: Elephant

Gilderoy Lockhart: Himalayan cat



[petrerpkr]

OK but kitty severus is so real

Is this not sev!

[hiidkwhatimdoing7525]

Severus’ animagus is a cat. Don’t. Try. To. Change. My. Mind.

Snucius with a bonus point to Sev for looking like a loaf of bread.

[severussnapealways]

Okay— let’s talk sevvie’s animagus.

HES EITHER A BLACK CAT OR A FRUIT BAT. NOTHING ELSE. AHHHHHHHHHHH THE THOUGHT OF HIM BEING A FRUIT BAT I CANT