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ilove-cedricdiggory · 4 years ago

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No, y/n, no

Sirius x Reader

Requested - yes! sure was. The ask can be found here by @tay-mariee. They said either Sirius or Remus and I feel like I don't write for Sirius enough so I had to do him. It's kinda short and I'm sorry!

Summary - You, Lily, and Sirius attempt to infiltrate a death eater meeting, but are caught in the fire.

Trigger Warnings - Angst, death, sadness, I'm sorry!

You were walking down the road with Sirius and Lily, disguised as three death eaters you had successfully knocked out. The pollyjuice potion was a success, the three of you attempting to find where this meeting was being held.

"How could we not think to get that out of them before we knocked them all out?" You were frustrated with yourself, irritated that you three had been wandering about to be caught.

"It was the heat of the moment, love, it's okay." Sirius sounded weird with his voice changed to that of the death eater, but his sincerity was still there in full, wanting to comfort you.

"It's not okay! If anyone else sees us just walking around like this, they'll be suspicious. I hate this." Sirius placed a hand on your back, looking down on you. The height different a little different now that you two were completely different people - literally.

"Hey, were gonna figure it out. We'll recognize a few people and we're gonna get where we need to be." You nodded, calming down at his words.

You and Sirius had been together for three years now, having met through the Order and his confidence fading at the sight of you. He suddenly understood why James had been so caught up on Lily, being so caught up in you.

When he finally asked you out, it had been a year, making you think that he definitely didn't like you the way you did him. But, as soon as his request to take you out was slipped from his lips, you jumped at the opportunity. Now, you guys were as cute as James and Lily, stuck at each other's hips.

"Look, there's Malfoy." Lily's voice was higher than usual, slightly surprising you before you all followed the blonde, not afraid to catch up to him in your disguise. "There you three are! Where is the book you went to get?" He looked at Sirius, his look angered. "Oh, uh, we couldn't find it." Lucius growled, his anger growing. "That stupid order probably got their hands on it. Snape will enjoy attacking them even more now." Your eyes grew slightly, apparently walking right into a meeting about an attack on well, you guys.

"Come on, we'll make do without it." You three followed the man, walking back through an alley before coming to a door that formed at the sense of you.

"Pure blood." He spoke, letting the latch pop open and swing to allow you all to enter. "Really? That simple?" Sirius mumbled, walking behind you. Your hand reached behind you to smack his chest discreetly, laughing softly.

You four walked into a room with 6 more death eaters, Snape sitting at the head of a table. "Those stupid order people got to the book first." Snape sunk further into his seat, shaking his head. "Well find it when we raid them tomorrow. From my information, they will be at Diagon Alley tomorrow."

Their information had been correct, Molly and a few of the other Order members had plans to go into Diagon to restock on things needed for the house.

"We'll corner them there." Lucius spoke over, causing everyone to nod in agreement. "Now, let's go over the plans."

As you three took as much notes in your head about their plans, you lost track of time, forgetting about the dissolvement of your disguises. That was, until you glanced back at Lily to see the black hair she was shown in for the past hour changing into the vibrant red you knew. Then, Sirius' chubby face was shaping back into his sculpted one. "Guys, guys, were changing back." The voice you carried cracked, attempting to form yours once more.

"Shit." Sirius grabbed yours and Lily's hands, attempting to shuffle back and out of the room. But, it didn't help that the three you knocked out to get your disguises now bust the door down and searched the room. "They're here."

The room turned to find the three of you running through a back hallway, attempting to find a different way out of the building.

You grasped your wand, shooting a spell behind you as you quickly ran through the halls and out a random door with Sirius and Lily. Once the three of you were out of the confinement of the hallways, you turned to face the death eaters quickly approaching.

The three of you shot off defensive spells, attempting to get far enough away from them to apparate safely, not wanting to miss a spell as you flew away.

The three of you turned a corner, quickly preparing to apparate before you heard Sirius shout, "Y/n, watch out!" He sent off a spell behind you, but your back was hit with a deep green light, your breath leaving your body as your eyes met the love of your lives.

You blinked quickly, your body giving out as you fell face forward, your body being caught by Sirius and Lily screamed. She grabbed onto Sirius' arm before he apparated the three of you back to the safe house, landing firmly on the hard wood flooring.

"What's going on, what happened?" Molly was quick to approach the bodies, Lily falling into James' hold as she cried.

"Molly, Molly you've gotta save her." Sirius kept a strong hold on your body, his own shaking in fear. "You've - you have to do something. This can't be happening."

Molly approached your body, but took a shakey breath as she glanced back at Sirius, shaking her head. The blonde slowly moved to Sirius, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Sirius, they're gone." He shook his head, clutching your body to his own tighter, feeling the warmth slowly leaving you.

"No, no, they're fine. They are. They're just asleep. They're just exhausted. They're okay." His tears fell from his eyes, his head falling to rest on your own, praying he'd feel your breath fanning on his face.

But as tears fell, soaking your pale cheeks, he felt nothing coming from your frame. No movement.

His sobs fell louder, his grip tightening somehow on your empty body, falling to the floor.

"No, y/n, no." Remus held onto his friend, listening to his sobs as tears filled his own eyes, having lost you himself.

As you opened your eyes to find a white room, you almost heard the echoing of his voice surrounding you once more, "no, y/n, no."

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maraudersftw · 4 years ago

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Mirror (Jily Drabble)

Note - This was originally supposed to be a proper fic, but then I got lazy and turned it into a semi-long drabble. The writing might be rubbish since it’s 1 AM and I haven’t had time to properly format anything, but I hope you enjoy!.

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Lily Evans and mirrors have always had an intriguing relationship. She’s shared many intimate, and sometimes, several foolish moments of her life with the reflective surfaces.

“The mirror is my best friend, because when I cry, it never laughs.”

There’s something to be said about the human psychology that one can’t help staring at mirrors or reflections whenever an opportunity arises, and yet, the rarity of finding one who is truly content with one’s appearance is madly astounding.

Lily Evans was no different.

Being a redhead with startling green eyes and pale, freckle-dotted skin meant that Lily spent an inordinate amount of time in front of mirrors throughout her life, both as a child and as an adult. The reasons for it often tended to vary over the years, however.

At age five, Lily can’t fathom why she has been cursed this way and wonders why she looks so different from her friends and sister, who has shiny blond hair and blue eyes. She pouts unhappily, crying in front of her tiny bedroom mirror as she pulls on her red pigtails with distaste.

“But why do I look like this, Tuney?”

“I don’t know, Lily,” her elder sister sighs in irritation from the bed, blowing on her brightly colored fingernails to dry them. Her eyes lift up to Lily and she cocks her head to the side. “You know Mum says you got it from Aunt Lucinda.”

“But Aunt Lucinda is beautiful,” Lily turns around, chubby cheeks streaked with tears, “Will I ever be as beautiful as her, Tuney?”

“Unlikely,” Petunia says, and Lily deflates, more tears leaking out. “You should’ve just been blonde like me and Mum.”

“I didn’t mean to be this way!” Lily cries, “All the kids at school tease me for it.”

Petunia sighs deeply, looking very much like a patient adult to Lily, and finally puts aside her tube of nail paint before coming up to her little sister.

“Honestly, you’re such a cry-baby!” she wipes away Lily’s tears, “You’ve gotta be strong, you know. Even if you have weird hair, you shouldn’t let the other kids tease you for it. Remember that you’re better at quizzes than them.”

“I am,” Lily smiles wide then, her lips pulling apart to reveal a missing tooth, “I scored highest on the spelling test today.”

“There you go,” Petunia pats her on the head, and Lily looks up at her with admiration. “You must become successful enough that it’ll make up for how you look. And then someone will agree to marry you.”

“Like a prince!”

“Princes aren’t real, Lily! Grow up.”

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At age ten, Lily rushes up to her room, forehead gleaming with sweat, and closes the door behind her with a shaky hand. She quickly runs up to stand in front of the body-length mirror inside and looks down at her clenched palm with uncontained giddiness.

Bouncing on the balls of her feet, excitement barely contained, Lily opens her palm to reveal a withered flower resting there sadly.

“You can do this, Lily,” she whispers to herself seriously, eyebrows pulled together in concentration. “Severus said you could.”

She scrunches up her face, as if she hasn’t done this several times already, but her apprehensive little heart doesn’t want to sore too high with hope. And yet, the flower revives easily, too easily, the petals blooming again with a bright yellow color that open up to illuminate Lily’s face, as if to sing ‘thank you for saving me’.

Her green eyes lift up to the mirror then, and she finds herself smiling radiantly, wide enough that it hurts her face, but Lily can’t help it.

“You’re a witch, Lily Evans,” she says, and then promptly dissolves into a bout of mad giggles.

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At age eleven, Lily Evans stands in the bathroom she shares with her Gryffindor dorm mates at one in the morning, feeling quite wide awake.

It’s only her first night at Hogwarts, and she can barely believe her luck. Truth be told, up until this point, Lily had half expected this to be some elaborate dream cooked up by her overactive imagination. But it isn’t, and somehow, all she can do is cover her mouth with her hands and squeal into them excitedly as she jumps around, legs flailing wildly.

She is a witch. Hogwarts is real. Magic exists.

She wonders if the world will ever feel the same way to her again or not. She doesn’t really mind the idea of it changing.

She takes a deep breath to calm her racing heart and says, “You’ve got this, Lily. You’re going to be the best witch this world has ever seen. And you’ll have the power to help Severus. And then Tuney will have to acknowledge you, too.”

Satisfied with her pep-talk and with hope blooming in her chest, Lily returns to her bed.

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At age fifteen, Lily realizes the pain of shattered hope.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she sobs quietly, glaring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She furiously wipes at her eyes, leaving the skin underneath them red and raw. “You knew it. You already knew what he was getting into, then why—”

But she knows why. Of course, she does.

Mudblood.

The word rattles around her head again and again, piercing her heart and soul in ways she hasn’t ever let it before. She knows it’s not just the humiliation and the utterly degrading sentiment behind the word that makes it difficult for her to breathe.

It’s the person who said it. The person who she’d foolishly thought she could change, who had long ago stopped being Lily’s friend and seemed more ashamed to be seen around her than around his little Death Eater buddies—

No.

Lily shakes her head, grips the sink beneath her fingers until they shake and glares at her reflection some more.

“Severus is gone,” she tells herself firmly, not entirely able to stop the pit in her heart from enlarging. “He is no different from his disgusting mates who want you dead. Get. That. Through. Your. Head.”

When one traitorous tear still leaks out and makes a trail down her cheek, Lily decides it’s the last one she will ever shed for her lost friend.

“Lily?” She hears Mary’s cautious rapping of knuckles against the bathroom door. “Are you—are you okay?”

Lily quickly splashes some cold water on her face and pats it dry before opening the door with a small smile. “I’m okay.”

“Okay,” Mary nods, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s just—”

“What?”

“Snape’s downstairs. Outside the portrait hole,” Mary grimaces. It’s almost a reflex for Lily to defend the boy, but she clamps down on the urge vehemently. “He says he’s going to sleep out there until you talk to him.”

Somehow, this only makes her anger boil over. How typical of Severus to treat her like trash and then blackmail her into being friends with him again at his own convenience.

She sighs. “I’ll take care of it.”

“You don’t have to go down there, Lily,” Mary implores immediately, stopping her with a hand on her shoulder. “I—After what happened down by the lake today…”

“So what? Are you saying I should just hide up in here forever?”

“Merlin, no, of course not. I just ran into James while coming up here and—”

“Potter?” She frowns, her heart jumping at the mention of that particular name despite herself. Stupid bloody James Potter and his stupid mates and just…she couldn’t deal with him right now. “What’s he got to do with anything?”

“Well, Snape’s making quite some commotion down there, and James is all too willing to do something about it, so you don’t have to—”

“Mary,” Lily cuts her off, “Hell hasn’t yet frozen over. I don’t need James Potter coming to my rescue.”

With that said, she strides past Mary and out of the dormitory.

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At age sixteen, Lily finds herself in front of the Prefect’s Bathroom mirror on the fifth floor, not entirely sure that she’s not completely lost her mind.

Her fingers hurriedly comb through her auburn strands, pulling them out of the braid she’d had earlier. They fall in gentle waves over her shoulders and Lily quickly reaches into her purse to pull out a clear lip gloss.

“Lily?” Mary walks into the bathroom right as she starts applying the gloss. “What are you—Merlin, are you getting dolled up?”

Lily’s cheeks burn a telling red and she almost drops the tube in alarm. “Mary! How did you get inside?”

“Just overheard you saying the password,” Mary rolls her eyes, walking up to her with a fiendish grin, “But never mind that. Are you dressing up for James Potter?”

“What?” Lily squawks, face heating up even more, “That’s not—no, of course not. Why would you—it’s Hogsmeade. It’s okay to look a little better than your usual days on Hogsmeade outings.”

“No one’s denying that,” Mary continues to grin, “Except you didn’t seem to think so just ten minutes ago before we ran into Remus on the staircase and he told us that the lads would be joining us since all of us were date-less.”

“I—well, that’s not—” Lily sputters, lost for words. She finally huffs, tossing the gloss back into her purse and hiking the strap higher on her shoulder. “I wasn’t dressing up for James. How can you even assume it’s for him, besides? Maybe I just felt like looking prettier. James and I are mates, Mary. Barely that, even.”

“Sure, sure. All I’m asking is for you to inform me when you decide that you’ve suffocated enough under the burden of your own blinding denial.”

“Oh, shut up,” Lily says, ignoring her friend’s laughter as she walks past her. “Let’s go or we’ll be late.”

“I’m sure Potter won’t mind a couple of minutes. You know, considering the bloke’s been waiting for you for years.”

“Merlin help me, I will push you down the stairs, Mary.”

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At age seventeen, Lily feels like she’s pretty much on top of the world.

Or as ‘at top of the world’ as a witch who’s been asked out by her ridiculous, dashing best-mate gets.

She stares at her reflection in the mirror, grinning madly as she plops down on her soft bed. Being the head girl at Hogwarts has brought more than a few benefits with it in Lily’s life, the head’s dormitory being one of them.

Though perhaps snogging the head boy for a good half hour on their common room couch had not been the primary expectation that her title required of her.

But Lily decides there are worse things in life. Like not snogging James Potter.

She doesn’t know how he managed to completely wriggle his way into her life and her heart, but he has. There’s barely any moment in her days now when Lily is not obsessively thinking about the boy who lives in the room across from hers.

She supposes she should start referring to him as her boyfriend now.

The thought makes her giggle, an alarmingly large-sized bubble of giddiness expanding in her chest. She trails her fingers up to her thoroughly snogged lips and feels her stomach swoop. There’s a bright telling light in her green eyes and Lily is sorely tempted to go check whether the same emotion is reflected in James’s eyes or not, but stops herself because Merlin knows it had been difficult enough to leave the bloody couch in the first place.

But it’s soon clear that she has the stronger willpower between the two of them when there is a sharp knock against the door and then James’s messy-haired head pokes in.

“Can’t sleep,” He says, a shameless smirk eating up his face. “I’m scared of the dark.”

“Keep the lights on then,” Lily says, raising an eyebrow when he steps inside her room.

“And loneliness. I’m scared of loneliness.”

She laughs at his expression. “That really is a pity.”

“I reckon you can be of some help. Care to try?”

And though she knows that it goes entirely against her recent decision of staying away for the night…well, there’s only so much that a witch can resist.

So when James offers her his hand and Lily notices that his eyes are decidedly bright behind his glasses, she stops trying to fight the battle that she’s already lost and allows him to pull her away.

The End.

#Jily #jily fic #jily drabble #james potter #lily evans #claudia writes #claudiawrites #jily rec #romance #harry potter #fluff #angst #fanfic #hp #drabble #i can never keep the tone serious for too long #i live for james and his craziness #sorry about the typos if you find any

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felixfeliciswriterblog · 4 years ago

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Snapetober 2020 - Day 30: Self Hatred

Warnings: mentions of death, angst.

Length: 1414 words.

This is a missing scene from my main Severitus Snape x OC fic. Severus is married to Skyrah. They have a son (Corbin) who is about 1.

A MAGNIFICENT SPY

“Lumos,” whispered Severus.

He ascended the stairs slowly, making sure they didn’t creak under his feet and awaken anybody from their slumber. In the crib was his son, unaware of the pure evil and injustice in the world. Whenever Corbin smiled in his sleep, as he was doing now that his father was caressing his chubby cheeks, Severus would smile back. Not that night, though. He kissed Corbin on the forehead, making up for the goodnight kiss he had missed, and walked towards his own bedroom. The dim light coming through the half-open bedroom door told him that Skyrah, unlike her sister, Harry, and Corbin, wasn’t sleeping. He peeped through the door.

She was seated on the bed, with his pillow positioned on her back and head. A History book – the one she read whenever she was anxious – lay on her flexed knees. His first thought was that the light the old lamp from the nightstand emitted made her skin glow.

Beautiful, she was beautiful.

Everything about the Death Eaters meeting had been hideous.

Malfoy Manor had been dark, cold. One look at his wife and he felt warmer. It still wasn’t enough. He wanted her to look at him. Only then might he be able to forget Charity’s eyes before she…

Don’t go there, he told himself.

At the creaking door, Skyrah shot her head up. His name tripped off her tongue, breathy. Her eyes were tender, inviting. She tossed the book onto the nightstand and leaped out of the bed.

Cupping his chin to inspect his face, she asked, “Are you wounded?”

Yes. Not physically. “No.”

“Are you okay?”

Not at all. “Yes.”

“Liar.”

Despite having promised they wouldn’t lie to each other, she did not sound incriminating but merely concerned. If there was something Severus disliked, that was worrying his wife.

“Did Corbin wake you up? Is that why you are awake?”

She took a step back, withdrawing her hands from his face, hurt.

"Is this what you think of me? That I’m incapable of staying awake for my husband?” Severus was about to reply when she held up her palm. “Corbin’s been sleeping like a log.”

He gulped at her cutting tone. “It is late. You should be resting.”

“I can’t rest when I’m worried.”

“I do not want you to worry so much about me. It is not healthy.”

She snorted. “I couldn’t agree more. Ease my worries. You could start by telling me what happened in the meeting in which my father thought my presence and his heir’s weren’t needed.” He drew in an intake of air and averted her gaze. More softly, she whispered, “Please.”

Severus… Please… Please… Help me!

His face contorted in pain.

When Skyrah took his hand, he locked their gazes. Her eyes were full of love, begging. Merlin. How was he supposed to tell her? Would she hate him as much as he hated himself if she found out? He walked past her and sat on the edge of the bed, lowering his head. His hair might have covered his distressed face like a curtain, but it did nothing to muffle Voldemort’s sibilant voice in his head.

Dinner, Nagini.

Severus gripped the edges of the bed, biting his lip to keep from screaming. Skyrah’s arm slithered around his waist. A kiss landed on the corner of his eye. It was then he noticed he had let a tear fall. She kissed his cheekbone, the corner of his mouth, his jaw, and rested her head on his shoulder. After that, his heart did not ache so much.

“You don’t have to tell me now… Just tell me what I can do for you for the time being. I just… I hate seeing you like this. I want to help you feel better, and I don’t know how if I don’t know what’s going on.”

He let out a shaky breath and leaned into her. Getting the hint, she tightened her grip on him and cuddled him in silence, waiting for him to make the next move.

“She said…” He trailed off. Skyrah raised her head, looking at him. “She said we were friends. She viewed me as her friend. I had to see her die.”

Friends?

His circle of acquaintances was limited to say the least. Skyrah considered the people who could have died in that reunion. Whoever she was, she used to work at Hogwarts. All his friends worked there, except the Malfoys, if they could be considered friends.

“Narcissa?”

“No. No, Narcissa is fine. A bit sick after witnessing the scene, like her son, but Lucius will take care of his family.”

“If the person isn’t a Malfoy then…” He shut his eyes. His silence spoke volumes. With a sinking heart, Skyrah cupped his face, forcing him to make eye contact. “Who?”

He shook his head. “I don’t want you to suffer more because of this damned war.”

“I work at Hogwarts, too. I will find out sooner or later. I want to know it now.”

He swallowed hard. “Professor Burbage… Charity.”

Skyrah gasped, blinking back tears. Although they weren’t close friends, Charity was passionate about her subject, terribly kind and tolerant, the kind of person that gave the desolate faith in humanity. She had appeared genuinely happy to find out about the Snapes’ marriage, and had once babysat Corbin.

“Charity died thinking I was on the Dark Lord’s side, a Death Eater.”

“But you aren’t,” she whispered, squeezing his waist. “You are a good man.”

“I sentenced her to death. Is that your definition of ‘a good man’?”

His sarcasm didn’t scare her. Nor did his self-loathing. She was used to them and knew how to combat them.

“Don’t you dare blame yourself for her death. If you’d saved her, your loyalties would be exposed, and we’d be doomed. You saved hundreds of lives. This war would be lost without you. Most wouldn’t have been able to keep their covers under such pressure. You fooled them all. You did your job as a spy, a magnificent job.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be a spy anymore!” He stood up to get away from her touch, breathing hard. “I don’t! I hate it. I have to see innocent people being tortured, murdered in cold blood, and there is nothing I can do about it.”

She rose to her feet and clutched his trembling hand in hers, waiting until his breathing returned back to normal. He didn’t push her away nor snap at her.

Taking it as a positive sign, she said, “I wish you didn’t have to do this. Your life's on the line all the time. It frightens me, but we are in too deep. We can only make the best of this horrible situation so that, one day, we believe the sacrifices you made as a spy were worth it.” He gulped soundly. Skyrah brought his hand to her mouth and gave it a chaste kiss. “Her death won’t be in vain. Not hers. Not Albus’s. Not our daughter’s. Not Lily’s or Daniel’s… Not a single death caused by my father. We’ll help Harry fight him.”

Skyrah changed Severus’s attire to his sleepwear with a flick of her wand. The lights went out next. She yanked him down to bed and spooned him from behind, nuzzling his hair.

“As your friend, Charity wouldn’t like to know you hate yourself so much for something that was out of your control. You’ll turn your pain into the motivation that keeps moving you. You’re so brave, so admirable and loveable,” she crooned, eliciting a sound from him that resembled a sob. “Shh. I love you. I love you even if you hate yourself.”

She dropped kisses on his nape and shoulder until his breathing became regular and deep. Although his body appeared calm, his mind kept reeling. Charity’s cries drilled his brain, as did Bellatrix’s maniac laugh alongside the sound Nagini’s fangs made when they sank into her skin. He could still smell the blood.

Skyrah drifted off to sleep thinking that, by the time he fell asleep in the comfort of her embrace, he would not feel so guilty. She had said it herself.

You fooled them all.

Even her.

Even himself.

He’d convince himself that Charity had to die for the greater good, and he would believe his own lie like Voldemort believed his fake loyalty. He’d move on. He was, after all, a magnificent spy.

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A/N: For some reason, my posts don’t appear in the snapetober search tag even if I tag it correctly. Hopefully, you see this one @snapetober. There’s another post in my blog for this fest (day 18: falling)

I wouldn’t have been able to post this on time if it had been betaed, so I apologize for any mistakes you may have encountered. I did my best.

If you liked it, you can read the main fic here: AO3, FFN.

#snapetober #snapetober2020 #snape fanfiction #pro snape #severus snape x oc #severus snape #charity burbage

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bush-viper-cutie · 4 years ago

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“Aunt Marge Visits” || YEAR 3 – Ch.2 (HP au)

Chapter List

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Day posted: 7/14/2020

Word count: 3,063

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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Heather let Hedwig and Errol out of their cages, not wanted them to hoot or screech while Aunt Marge was over, “Go to the Burrow for a week. You’ll have a much better week than we will.” Heather opened the window for them.

Harry was making sure all their stuff was in the floorboards, when he remembered the growling book under the dresser, “What do we do about that?”

Heather moved one of the boxes slightly to see if it’d come out and to her horror, it had chewed through into the very box she had pulled away, “It’s in here!”

Harry opened the box flaps and looked inside, “It’s asleep,” he whispered, “Hand me my belt.”

She handed it over and watched him make a loop and lean inside. There was a growl and a quick yelp from Harry followed by a sigh of relief. He took out the growling book, bound together by the belt, and placed it under the floorboard as well with the other one.

“COME DOWN NOW!” Aunt Petunia called from bellow.

“Why do we have to greet her? She hates us.”

“Because she loves making fun of us,” Heather held the door open for Harry and they both made their way downstairs.

Heather stood next to Dudley and snorted trying to hold in a laugh at his stupid necktie. Dudley turned to her and stomped on her foot suddenly.

“OW!”

“Quiet! She’s coming,” Aunt Petunia opened the door and smiled, “Welcome!”

There was a CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH of the gravel and then Aunt Marge was in full view as she walked through the open door, looking as if she smelled something foul and sour in the air. She gave a polite smile to Aunt Petunia and set her chunky dog down on the ground, opening her arms wide to hug Dudley.

“MY DUDDERS!” she scooped him up with both arms and squeezed very tight.

Dudley’s feet dangled and it was amazing watching Dudely’s self-restraint. Heather knew he wanted to yell and scream to be put down, but he had a mission, and the reward for it was dessert, no doubt. Aunt Marge finally set him down and turned to Heather and Harry, frowning like she’d found what smelled so awful.

“Marge, there’s some tea in the kitchen,” Aunt Petunia quickly led her away from them.

Uncle Vernon came through the door next, carrying all her cases. “Carry these to your room,” he pushed the luggage at them.

“Our room?” Heather looked at Harry urgently.

“Isn’t she staying – ”

Uncle Vernon closed the door and grinned, “It must have SLIPped my mind. There’s a tent set up for you two in the back.” He made his hand into a chubby walking man motion, “So walk these on up and do as you’re told for the week. Then it won’t SLIP my mind what our deal was.” He left them in hall and closed the door to the living room.

Heather kicked one of the cases, “We should have known.”

They split the workload and dragged everything upstairs and set it in the corner of the room. Luckily, they didn’t get their brooms out and the loose floorboard was right under the bed. Ripper – the favorite bulldog Aunt Mare took everywhere – hopped right onto the floor mattress and growled when she tried to kick him off.

“We get to keep our pillows. At least.” Harry grabbed them both and they headed back downstairs to set up the tent.

After the last rod was in place and all the spiders were kindly removed by Harry, they washed their hands and sat for dinner, across the table from Aunt Marge and Dudley. At first she pretended not to notice them, until Heather decided to go for seconds.

“I see that school of yours hasn’t taught you a thing,” she moved the bowl of cooked greens towards her. “Gluttons and freeloaders. The pair of you.”

It was hilarious, watching Aunt Marge yell at them about eating too much as she spooned a mountain of gravy into her mouth. All while Dudley laughed with his mouth open at them.

“Petunia, you should write to them – obviously their lessons aren’t sticking. Maybe it’s time for a more aggressive approach.”

The rest of the week went more or less like how it always went. Once a day she offered to beat them to “really show them who’s in charge,” or would comment on their appearance. Despite complaining about them eating every time they did so – which was only twice a day – she commented on how weak they looked and how it had to do with their genes.

Twice she had to stop Harry from talking back. She knew every time Aunt Marge bordered on bashing their parents, Harry was ready to giver her a piece of his mind. She often times looked at Aunt Petunia, to see how she reacted to almost being insulted since she was the one actually related to them. If she was bothered by it, she never showed it, nodding and agreeing with everything Aunt Marge said about them.

“In breeding they take those things very seriously,” she was saying to Uncle Vernon over dinner that night, “You can’t make any old mut a dam or a sire, or the whelp will turn out ill-tempered and bad-mannered.” She looked at them, “Which must have been the case. Just compare these two to my sweet Dudders over here – ”

Just then Aunt Marge’s whine glass exploded, covering her in red wine and staining her overly embroidered suit jacket and brown top. Everyone but Aunt Marge looked at Heather and Harry – though mostly Harry since he’s always the one to lose his cool first.

“I’m so sorry, Petunia. Sometimes I forget my own strength,” she laughed. “One of those two can get me something. I’m sure they’re capable of at least that.”

Heather and Harry walked into the kitchen together, gave her a couple of napkins, and excused themselves from the table. They walked out of the room and ran outside. Heather made sure the glass door was closed shut and dove into the tent after Harry.

He was curled up in the corner with his arms crossed, “I know. The forms. I’m sorry.”

“Harry…” she sat down close to him, “I hate when she says that stuff too… But you shouldn’t care what she thinks or says about… about them. Even if she calls them muts.”

“You only don’t like it ‘cause you hate hearing about them! You don’t even care what anyone says, good or bad.”

Heather clenched her jaw, knowing they were bordering on an uncomfortable subject for her. “I just… We have to live our life now. And that means going to Hogsmeade. The past is the past and nothing anyone says now or ever will change that.”

“It does change things!” he sat up and smacked his hand on his pillow, “You act like they left us on purpose – ”

“Harry!”

“But they didn’t! They were taken from us! They didn’t leave you – ”

“Harry I SWEAR – ”

“But you have no problem leaving them!” Harry frowned and wiped tears from his eyes, letting silence fall on them for several minutes. “You’re the one whose leaving them.”

Heather punched his shoulder as hard as she could and ripped the tent flap open, “I’m sleeping outside tonight. Until you APPOLOGIZE.”

She stood up and stepped out, zipping the flap as fast as she could and walked over to the far left of the house, away from all the windows and from view of the tent. She fell onto the dirt and started sobbing, kicking the fence as hard as she could until a crack appeared in the perfectly white picket fence.

“I’m not leaving them,” she growled into the wind.

There was a rock to her left and she imagined angrily flinging the rock over the fence and hearing it smash to pieces onto the street and before her eyes she watched it follow her exact imagined trajectory. She heard it hit the street on the other side and skid a few feet before hitting something hard. Her anxiety about being caught doing magic ruined the moment, knowing two accounts of underage magic would be showing up for the evening. Two more than what was allowed.

It only took an hour for Harry to apologize for what he said. Heather nodded but kept quiet the rest of the night and some of the morning. It was during breakfast that Harry finally made amends by offering up his slice of bacon to her, which she cheerfully accepted, despite the disgusted looks Aunt Marge was giving her.

“You’ll be lucky to find any kind of husband willing to put up with you,” she shook her head, “And if you want a wife you’ll fix that mop of yours atop your head!”

The twins nodded, not really knowing how else to respond to that kind of attack on their future selves. The day felt like a copy of the last, having to sit around the room near Aunt Marge while she barked orders and spit out insults.

Heather excused herself to the bathroom for the fourth time that day and headed upstairs. She was walking past their bedroom door when she heard a familiar clicking. She looked over the railing quickly before opening their door to a large majestic owl pecking at the closed window with a light green scroll tied to its leg.

She crossed the room and pulled the window open to allow for the owl to enter. It stretched it’s leg out and the second the rolled up letter was pulled free, it swept away, as if unable to be in the vicinity for much longer.

“WHERE IS SHE? You know drugs can be done at any age? I’d check the tank if I were you…”

Heather rolled her eyes at Aunt Marge and stuffed the letter in her pocket. She left the room quickly, closing the door behind her quietly and made her way back into the room where Aunt Marge was now commenting on Harry’s “glassy” eyes.

She could hear Harry muttering under his breath, “Focus on the form,” over and over to keep his cool. The only thing getter HER through it all was the fact today was Aunt Marge’s last day here. They would get their room back, she could study some more, take a long shower… and she’d get to clean that gross mattress Ripper had been sleeping in all week.

Heather and Harry were drawn back to reality by the snapping Aunt Petunia was doing to get their attention.

“Maybe they were dropped on their heads,” Aunt Marge howled with laughter.

“Go set the table,” Aunt Petunia called from the kitchen.

While Dudley entertained Aunt Marge – who had been slipping him twenties every so often throughout the week – and Uncle Vernon uncorked several whine bottles, they set the table and got it ready for Aunt Petunia’s fancy dinner. They all sat down and Heather and Harry watched everyone dig into the meal before they served themselves.

Sometimes Heather wished Aunt Petunia had been nicer to them, she admired her cooking and thought it would have been nice to learn from her, though she knew the reality was they wouldn’t be able to stand each other for even a second. If Heather complimented her cooking right then, she would have been sent away for mocking her somehow. In the end, their relationship is best left well alone, along with the rest of the Dursleys.

“Fancy some more, Marge?” Uncle Vernon held up the last bottle of red wine.

“A tiny bit more won’t hurt,” she pushed the glass and kept motioning for him to keep pouring until there was no more coming out. “That’s alright, then.”

Would it be so bad if they disappeared during dessert? She kept eyeing the door with Harry but Uncle Vernon made it incredibly clear they were not to move an inch, quietly slamming his fist down while his sister downed the wine.

“That hits the spot,” Aunt Marge set down her wine glass and pet Ripper under the table and looked at Dudley on his third cream cake serving, “Dudder’s you’ll be a healthy beast-of-a-man when you grow up, just you wait,” she winked at him. “But you two,” she started.

Heather noticed Harry start to mumble again, something about the broom servicing kits.

Aunt Marge pointed her cream-covered spoon at Heather, “Gotta watch out for ones like her in their teenage years. My horrid neighbor – the one I was telling you about, Petunia – she had a bitch once – she kept seeing all sorts of strays in the neighborhood, wondered why – well I knew just why. It was only a shock to her when her bitch gave birth to a dozen mutts – and who knows what dog was to blame.”

Heather clenched her jaw and squeezed her fork tight. They were all lucky Harry and her were going to Hogwarts, or she would’ve had nothing to lose just then.

Marge spooned some more cake into her mouth and turned to Harry next, “And this runty-one – what kind of boy is shorter than his sister – It must be to do with THAT blood.”

She was starting to jumble her words, but Harry understood her perfectly.

“What blood,” Harry asked, setting down his fork.

Heather looked at him with wide eyes, wishing she could flick his nose or ears or anything to keep him from starting something everyone at the table would regret, but mostly him. Dudley had now looked up from his cake again, grinning and happy to hear about how awful his cousins were.

Marge squinted her eyes at Harry, “That sister of yours, Petunia, was clearly a bad egg, but the rotten egg was obviously that Potter boy she ran off with. You’ve got the results of bad blood mixed with rotten blood right here, and you can see it in him.”

Harry shook his head and pushed the small cream lumps around his plate. Heather’s heart was beating out of her chest and sighed with relief at his calm reaction. She kicked his foot under the table and nodded her head slightly when he glanced over, trying to convey her approval.

“What was it this rotten Potter boy did, again?”

Aunt Petunia hesitated for a second, “Nothing, he had no job – ”

“Of course he didn’t, why would he. That layabout was nothing but a filthy bum – a pimple by societal standards – and good riddance. I’d say be thankful there’s no chance for them to be coming around begging for money but now look what they left behind. That Potter boy was filth – ”

“No. He wasn’t!” Harry slammed his fist down.

“MORE WINE, MARGE?” Uncle Vernon quickly stood and ran to the wine cabinet.

Marge ignored her brother, “What else would you call a good-for-nothing moocher who goes and kills himself and his wife and leaves you two accidents on the doorstep of two hardworking people too good and decent to kick you off their property, hmm?”

“He didn’t get anyone killed!” Harry stood, knocking his chair back.

“Oh, going to get all tough on me, are you boy?” Marge sneered and stabbed her spoon into her cake, “You and your sister are both ungrateful little RUNTS – ”

Heather looked up from her hands – previously pressed against her face in horror – and stared at Marge the same as everyone. She had suddenly stopped speaking and the red from her face was spreading down her neck and onto her hands. Everywhere she turned red, it looked like she was swelling like a great big balloon until her buttons all popped off her clothes and her belt buckle broke in two, allowing what little waist she had before to disappear entirely.

Heather stood as Marge began to lift from the table, grasping at the corners and looking around utterly confused.

“NO! MARGE!” Uncle Vernon came running back to the table and tried to sit her down into her seat.

She looked like a hot air balloon now, rising up out of her seat despite Uncle Vernon’s attempts at keeping her down – Aunt Petunia only looked on in horror with Dudley cowering behind her, looking at Harry and Heather.

Harry grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the table and out into the hall. She made to run upstairs for the lock pick kit but just as Harry reached for the knob, the door burst open and all their things fell out.

The living room door was rattling as if someone was trying to get out – likely Uncle Vernon ready to yell at them – but despite there being no locks, it would not open. She couldn’t help but stare at Harry as he stuffed all his things in his trunk and then Heather’s. Did he know what he was doing? Did he mean to do it? She hadn’t seen anyone else use all that magic without a wand at school… and she hated to think it… but was he really the powerful wizard everyone claimed he was?

“Are you going to help?” Harry hissed at her.

“Wh-what are you doing? Why are you packing? We should get a hold of Mr. Weasley and ask how to reverse whatever spell you used – ”

“We’re LEAVING, Heather. Why would we stay here?”

She blinked and turned back to the door being pounded on heavily. Even the kitchen door was jammed shut with something.

“Leave where? Where would we go? We have no one!”

She pulled him up but he pushed passed her and ran up the stairs. She stood frozen in place as Harry collected their things from under the floorboard and came back, pouring their belongings into their trunks. He shoved her broom into her hands and dragged his trunk to the door, flinging it open – this time manually – and exited the house.

Just then the kitchen door flew open and Heather jumped, grabbing her case and following Harry out the door as Uncle Vernon yelled for them to come back and fix Marge. She ran to catch up to Harry, who now had his wand out and ready.

“Why do you have that out!”

“In case they try to stop us leaving. We aren’t ever coming back.”

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thewilddreamerrr · 6 years ago

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A Werewolf Telling

Remus entrance in Hogwarts after more of a decade was... awkward to say the least. Dumbledore requested him to become a DADA teacher 3 months ago. Seeing him after all that had happened... well, let's say it wasn't the best display of all time. Not longer a teenager nor a young whole and happy man, it was too much for Dumbledore and for Remus to bear. Too many memories, too many tears and desperate cries, too many broken dreams... a broken heart too. The young man was now a man but there was so many things missing in him. The sparkle once in his eyes, that sparkle only present in company of his friends... in company of-

Dumbledore stopped himself there. He, better than any other could understand the pain Remus felt. Losing not only his friends, his family, but also losing the love of a man he knew... he thought he knew.

After hours of quite intense discussion, Remus accepted. He managed to say yes because Dumbledore promised (again) to do everything in his power to help him with his transformations. Plus, Severus Snape was now a Potions teacher and he could manage to prepare him Wolfbane Potion (under Dumbledore's orders, of course) so... that was an improvement Remus couldn't deny.

***

The day he arrived at King's Cross and saw the scarlet train, he felt like an eleven year old all over again. He swallowed hard because those memories always came along with other three kids in it. A bespectacled boy with messy hair, another chubby and witty one and-

Remus sighed. After all these years, after all the hurt and pain. The hate. His heart still beat like a fucking drum at the mere thought of that kid with mischievous grey eyes and a smirk worth to make his knees go weak. He didn't want to think, not in those kids, not in what happened 13 years ago, not in anything.

However, he hadn't expected what came after he fell asleep in the compartment he choose for his ride. Harry. James and Lilly's Harry. His "nephew", there with other two friends. The last time he saw him was on James' birthday. He was still wearing diapers. Harry, this 13 year old Harry, was so much like his father. The same messy hair, complexions and even the height. Now, his eyes were another thing. Lily's eyes. But not only that, he inherited his mom's eye shape and fierce gaze, the one that leaves no room for discussion.

It felt like years of repressed emotions melt away as soon as Harry laid his eyes on him. He no longer called him 'ncle Mo'oy, but Professor Lupin. Remus hoped a tiny part of Harry could recognize him but he was happy to be part of his life again.

***

Once he entered the castle and establish himself in his new dorm, he went downstairs to the Great Hall. He took no more than two steps down, when a voice behind him stopped him in his tracks

'Remus?'

He froze. And very slowly he turned around. There were already tears in his eyes.

'Poppy?'

The medi-witch whimpered and approached to him till there was only her arms around him. Remus was shocked and speechless.

'I thought I'll never see you again' she sobbed in his chest 'I was worried sick about you and what might had happened to you after-'

Remus caught off her mumbling and embrace the other woman tightly against him. Madam Pomfrey was probably the only other person who treated him like a son while in school. He never stopped himself to think how much he missed her until that moment.

'Oh, dear' Poppy mumbled taking a step back and scanning the werewolf 'look at you'. She gently placed a hand in Remus' cheek and smiled softly 'you promised to contact me... and you didn't, you silly boy'

Remus felt the heat of his cheeks grow a little after those words. He wanted to say he was no longer a boy, that he did pretty well all these years. But he knew he couldn't lie to her (he suck at lying too).

'I know, I'm sorry. I'm here now, am I?'

Pomfrey's gave a disapproving look and quickly smiled back.

'Why don't we go to dinner now, dear?'

***

'Sirius Black has escaped from Askaban' Dumbledore said in a usual neutral voice. Remus knew quite well the meaning behind those words.

'Why should I care?'

'I just thought you should know' the headmaster narrowed his eyes just a slightly bit. Remus wouldn't fall for it.

'I'm sorry, Professor, but I suppose the only concern we all should have right now is how we can protect the students and-'

'You think he might want to break into the school?'

'I- I'm not... I just-' Remus passed a hand through his hair and sighed in frustration 'Maybe he'll come after Harry'

Both men stayed in silence for what felt like an eternity.

'We'll take the precautions needed' said Dumbledore at least.

Remus couldn't reply, not even if he wanted to.

***

'Spotted in Hosgmeade'

Remus read the sentence over and over again. He was close, so close... and so far away.

'Fuck' the tears were coming. Why now? What did he wanted? Harry? Him? Everyone to just die? He threw the paper away and screamed in the isolated dorm.

'No, no, no, nO, NO, NO, FUCK NO'

His heart ached; he repeated to himself that he hated Black, that his very existence was a waste of space, that he didn't need him in his life. He didn't need those fucking gorgeous eyes or that stupid smirk. He definitely didn't love him. Not anymore. Not since he was 21.

'...fuck’

And Remus laughed. A weak and dull laugh. He was alone in that room, no other than him. He could lie to himself all the wanted but he knew that if that man walked through that same door at that same moment... he'll throw himself in the flames of hell for a second with Sirius. And he hated himself for that.

***

'He broke into school. He was here, for Merlin's sake!' Remus exploded.

Minerva Mcgonagall and Madam Pomfrey shared a concern look. Remus Lupin wasn't the kind of person who would... break down. But knowing the past Sirius and Remus shared so many years ago...

'Remus Lupin, you need to calm down now' Mcgonagall said with a sharp command. That was not the way to deal with this situation.

He stopped passing around the empty classroom and looked at the two women.

'Remus?' Pomfrey tried with a less aggressive approach 'Remus, dear, I know this must be difficult for you...'

'Difficult?' Snapped Remus 'Just difficult? Yeah, because for the past 13 years my life has been a fucking dream'

'Remus!' Mcgonagall's voice echoed all through the classroom to Remus' core 'There's no need for such... colorful... language' she cleared her throat in a attempt to recompose herself 'We are aware that your life has not been that simple' Remus snorted lowly but Mcgonagall ignored it 'Now, is not the time for meltdowns. We must take responsibility over our students and protect each one of them' she saw how Remus' was starting to fidge again and sighed 'Remus, we can't change the past not the horrible things that happened. However, we can improve our future and make the best out of it. You have the power to keep looking forward or getting stuck in your past'

Remus hadn't notice she approached to him until he felt a gentle hand over his shoulder.

Our decisions define us. Well, that's some fucked up philosophy to be honest.

***

That night he couldn't sleep at all. His mind kept bringing him memories about simpler times. Times full of color and joy. Despite living in such a dark time, he got his friends and lover by his side. They really thought they'd be able to make it. How innocent one can be at such a young age. That was until the bad seed was planted. Everything went downhill after that. The simpler times were gone, as well as the trust and confidence. He couldn't blame them for not trusting him (he wouldn't either). Because it had been Sirius after all.

Remus' heart skipped a beat at the thought of him.

'Really? After all these years...' he whispered to himself.

***

It hadn't been him. It hadn't been him, it had been Peter. Fucking Pettigrew.

Sirius laid in the floor beneath him looking desperate and somehow relieved Remus figured it out. He wanted to cry and laugh and curse and fucking scream but now it wasn't the time. The intensity of Sirius grey eyes, ranking him from head to toe was burning him alive.

And in that moment, Remus decided that yeah, if he already scorched quite a bit for Sirius in his youth, he'll fucking die in flames again for him.

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ALL RIGHT!! Hey, there I'm Julie. So, I wanna say a couple of things now that I have your attention:

First of all, this is my first time posting something I write on my own so you probably feel the stress too,huh and to make things worse English isn't even my first language *finger guns* What I'm trying to say is sorry if there're mistakes and all that because this whole situation gave me a lot of anxiety lol

Second, imma wolfstar trash, bitch. Lol Alright, so this whole idea started as some weird day dream I had about Remus and Madam Pomfrey (completely inspired btw by @captofthesswolfstar and her 💖A-MA-ZING💖 fic WWI) and well, let's say I carried away. I love to think how Remus must had felt in his return to Hogwarts and also dealing with Sirius all over again. He's a chill dude but Mcgonagall and Pomfrey know him very well and I know he trusted them enough to y'know break down.

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reinedangoisse · 6 years ago

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Prompt: 7. Snape leaves the Death Eaters for a reason other than saving the Potters, but hides this fact from Dumbledore.

Word Count: 2,283

Warnings: Murder

Cold was the night, the wind howling harshly, but it was not what had woken Severus up that night. A harsh knock came from downstairs, and it seemed that it would not stop. The tired man groaned, throwing the duvet off of his chilled body and walking barefoot down the stairs of his lonely home.

By the time he had reached the last step, the knocking had stopped. the twenty year old was ready to climbed the steps again, mumbling something about “annoying children and their stupid pranks” when he heard something.

‘It can’t be’, he thought to himself as he reached the door, but it was.

Severus looked around, hoping that they were still around, for lying on the floor, wrapped in a blanket, was a baby. Severus cursed when he saw no one around , picking up the sleeping child and bringing it inside, away from the cold.

The sleeping baby laid at the center of the bed, still sleeping and hopefully warm, Severus had cast a warming charm on them. He was sat on an armchair he can transfigured from a rickety old wooden chair, holding a crumpled note in his hand.

The baby was his, the elegant cursive words had said. From a woman he did not remember, but he knew he had met. How had she found his home? He had no idea.

I leave to you, our daughter. Give to her what I cannot. I beg for you to please care for her. I am sorry.

What was he to do now? He knew nothing about being a parent, he was not prepared for this. He has lived alone since he left Hogwarts, only staying a few days with his parents, then packing up and leaving. His home was old and terribly flawed. The wooden floors creaked, the ceiling did little to protect him when it rained, the kitchen was no better. Not to mention the bathroom had its own issues, horrid plumbing and lack of hot water. This, this was no place to raise a child. Screw the note! Maybe he could take the baby to an orphanage, or find a couple-

He was interrupted from his thoughts when he heard soft gurgling noises from the child. He tentatively walked to the bed, hoping she was still asleep. Her eyes were wide open, looking around in curiosity, then stopping when they met his own. He knew right away he could not get rid of her, he just could not.

She gave her father a dimpled smile, making cooing noises at him. Severus hesitantly picked up the smiling babe, sitting on the bed and resting his back against the propped pillows. She continued to stare at the man holding her, a chubby hand coming out from under the loosed blanket she was wrapped in and resting it against his face.

Severus squinted his eye when her little finger poked his eye, he hissed softly but did not shove her hand away.

“What am I going to do with you?” He whispered softly, “I can barely take care of myself, how will I take care of you?”

She cooed up at him, then let out the cutest laugh Severus has ever heard.

Yes, he was definitely not going to give her up, how will he care for her? He did not know, but he knew someone who might.

Eileen Prince never thought she would ever see her son again, to say she was shocked at seeing Severus was an understatement. He was holding a little someone in his arms, wrapped in a blanket and he looked at her with a nervous smile.

“Oh, Severus.” She tutted

“Hi ma.” He mumbled quietly, the little one was sleeping, and would wake up soon, hungry. The woman forgot to give him any kind of baby supplies (food, clothes, diapers), but a few cleaning charms helped.

“And who is this?” She asked him, closing the door after he had walked in. The sleeping tot had shifted in her father’s arms, but remained asleep.

“She left ‘er on my doorstep, ma.” Severus replied, probably not the best way to tell your mother this is her granddaughter you are olding, but he had no other approach.

“She?”

“Just knocked and left.” He then tried to balance the sleeping infant on one arm, reaching into his pocket with the other for the note. Eileen took it.

“Are you sure she’s yours?” She asked after reading, Irresponsible children!

“I sure hope she is.” Severus replied immediately, looking down at the child.

Eileen looked up in shock, not really expecting those words. Her face softening when seeing how her son looked at the little baby. “Only one night with her and she’s already got you wrapped around her little finger, does she?”

The young parent let out a soft laugh, going to answer, when the thudding of footsteps came from the other room.

“‘Leen, ‘ave you seen-” Tobias Stopped dead in his tracks, his face turning dark, “What ‘re yer doin’ ‘ere boy?”

“Da! I just-”

“Leave us in the night without a word. ‘Nd now yer think we’ll welcome yer back with open arms?” Tobias yelled

Before he could answer his father, the loud cries of despair ring from the tiny bundle in his arms. “Yer woke ‘er up da!”

Tobias, just now noticing the baby in his son’s arms, takes a small step back. “What ‘ave ye done boy?”

“She’s mine ‘kay! I-I just-”

“Just wanted to drop ‘er ‘ere, escape yer responsibilities-”

“That is not it da!” Severus declared, rocking his daughter gently back and forth. “Please da, I jus-” Severus let out a strangled cry, startling his daughter and almost dropping her in the process.

“Severus!”

Panic started to course through Severus’ entire body. This was the first time he has ever summoned them during the early hours of the day. Mostly he calls them at the dark of night

He shoves his daughter into the arms of his father

“I- I’m sorry!” he shrieked, running out the back door

“Where are you going! Eileen yelled over the loud cries of her granddaughter

“I’ll be back!” And with that, he disappeared.

“That irresponsible son of a-!”

“ Enough Tobias! You’re scaring her!” she walked back into the kitchen, leaving Tobias with the crying baby

“‘leen! Wait! What der I do with ‘er?!”

Severus had never wished to go home more than he did now. Not to mention he really wanted to hold his daughter, after today’s events, he really needed reassurance that his little flower was okay.

He knew the dark lord was vile, he knew the man had no heart, but he hoped he would have a little mercy for his victims.

Severus did not even know how he got to the front door of his parents home, all he knew was that his daughter was inside and probably so were a pair of angry parents. He quietly opened the door, the living room was dark and vacant, but light shined from the the kitchen. As he approached, he could hear the loud giggling of his daughter and the soft cooing noises of his father.

A small spark of jealousy went through Sev, as far as he could remember, his father had never blown raspberries or even looked in his direction as a child. Now his daughter was getting all the attention he ever yearned from his father. The jealousy quickly vanished, it was better that he treated her so sweetly and played with her instead of hating her and neglect any kind of affection.

He stood at the entrance, not announcing yet his presence. Tobias Snape sat on a stool, with the baby on his lap. They stared at each other, the grandfather making silly faces and noises while the little granddaughter laughed at him. Silly grandfather!

Eileen stood at the sink, probably cleaning dinner’s dishes. Severus could hear her humming softly, something she only did when she was in high spirits

He cleared his throat, finally.

Severus had zoned out whatever his father had started to yell at him and took his daughter when the man placed her in his arms. “Hi love, didja miss me?”

The warmest and happiest laugh was sent in his direction, along with the brightest eyes.

“Where have you been? You left her here the entire day!”

“It’s a long story Ma.”

“We still have the entire night,” Eileen sat down on the stool Tobias had been on, “tell me.”

Even after Severus had confessed, even after showing her the mark on his arm, she could not believe. She refused to believe.

“Out of all the idiotic things you have done, this is the worst!”

“I know.”

“You joined the same man who started his entire war! You joined a group of psychopaths who kill innocent families!”

“I know.”

“Well apparently you don’t, Severus!” she shook her head, rubbing her temples in annoyance, “We did everything! We did our best, to give everything to you! To make sure you had food in your stomach! A roof over your head! A bed to sleep in! The clothes on your back! Whether it was the best or not, we gave you what we could!

“I gave you what I could. My knowledge. My support. My proteccion.My love.” She sobbed into her hands, “I know we could have done better, we could have tried harder. But we did our best to make sure you had what you needed. And this is how you repay us?” Her eyes, red and cold stared directly at his, “By throwing away your life, being that man’s slave. A criminal?

“You have a daughter now Severus, if you really want to keep her, if you really want to have her in your life, and you in hers, then tell me. Is this really the life she deserves?”

No, no it isn’t

“No.”

“Then what are you going to do now Severus?”

This could work. He could use this! God thank his lucky stars! And thank his Dark Lord for this!

He patted down the dirt from his robes and set course for home.

Eileen and Tobias babysat again. Severus had never seen the ‘kind’ side of his father, so it was odd to see the man once again make cooing noises at his granddaughter while tickling her tummy.

“What will you be naming her?” Eileen continued to clean the kitchen, her son sat at the table with his daughter sleeping in his arms

“I haven’t got a clue.”

“That’s a really long name don’t you think?” Eileen snorted, “What would be her nickname?”

He let out a soft laugh and looked down at the sleeping baby

“Layla” he answered

“Interesting name, can I ask why though?”

“They left her to me during the night. It fits.”

“Ah, very pretty name for a very pretty girl” Eileen smiled

“Layla.” Severus singsonged. Immediately the baby’s attention switched from her grandpa to her father. She kicked her legs excitedly and made motions towards Severus. “Did you miss me?” he cooed, taking the baby from his father

She made little baby noises, slapping at his face

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Incredible, Severus would of never believed it if someone had told him a week ago that he would be completely wrapped around the tiny finger of a baby. His daughter. Severus would of hexed them to the next universe and hope they’d die for even suggesting he was weak.

But it was the truth. He was so completely wrapped around her tiny finger. He would move mountains and rivers for his little Layla. He would do anything for her. Even leave Voldemort and everyone else behind, just so she would be safe.

Instantly, the image of a few days ago returned.

The family had screamed in pain. Screamed until their hearts stopped beating. But it wasn’t over, no. He had saved the barely two month old baby for last. Crucio’d the poor child before feeding the still alive baby to Nagini.

However, this was not the first time he has experienced an infant being killed at the hands of the Dark Lord. There had been so many more. It just proved, the man had no heart, no mercy, even for the youngest of his victims.

He had not realized he was shaking, nor he felt the tears drip down his face until his father placed a hand onto his shoulder.

“Alright there lad?”

Severus turned around, making eye contact with his father and seeing the worry in his eyes.

“Yes da, remembered somethin’.”

“Yer sure? Yer practically holding onto ‘er for ‘ear life.”

He looked back down at Layla, who had sensed the sudden change in her father’s mood and stared with wide, curious eyes.

“Yeah we’ll be okay da.”

“So what will you do Severus?” Eileen leaned against the door frame, looking after her son and granddaughter as the walked away.”

“Do ‘bout what ma?”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly not amused, “Ya know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout.”

“He asked me to take part in a interview Dumbledore was havin’ down in Hog’s Head. Something one of the others mentioned durin’ a meeting. I heard somethin’ between ‘im ‘nd a woman.” Layla was sleeping soundly in his arms, “I can’t tell ‘im ‘bout ‘er, but if I use this against ‘im, he could help me keep ‘er safe.”

“How will he do that if he won’t know about Layla?”

“Yer married a Muggle ma. Sooner or lat’r he will go after you and da. ‘Nd I want yer two in Layla’s life.”

“So you will tell ‘im yer want us protected?”

“Yes, somethin’ like that.”

#snapeloveposts #severus snape #eileen prince #tobias snape #THIS IS TERRIBLE #AND TERRIBLY LATE #By one month #THE SHAME #THE EMBARRASSMENT #UGH #AND IT IS TERRIBLR WRITING TOO #I AM SO SORRY #Now I must go hide in a hole for 10000 years #Byeeeee

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