#maybe not Snape but SOMEONE

[pearlynia]

Jegulus but make it Achilles and Patroclus with regulus as Patroclus who died and James as Achilles who's a sunshine ruined by war,

Orr ORR regulus as Achilles who's so morally gray and ruthless but in James' eyes, he's a sunshine and prefect

Anddd "what has hector ever done to me?" But as "what has Snape (?) ever done to me?"

[shrimpalbuspotter]

"James matured, Snape didnt" on god? Keep one eye open tonight

[comradekarin]

ngl jily gang- why am I seeing little to no fics on archive that’s actually about them? and why am i seeing so much snape sympathy shit in the archive tag? snape has a heart? lily forgives snape au? snape cares about harry? lily and james bashing in JILY fics for bitchass snape of all people? don’t get me started of all this newfound jegulus- do not piss me off gang like what the fuck are we doing-

[soraya-snape]

There was this HP creator on TikTok that I was starting to really like. But then she said that “Snape is not a good guy (OK kinda agree but the way she said it sounded more like “he is a bad or even really bad guy” which is obviously not true) and that he only tried to save Harry which was the least he could do” and this is the part where I was like?!?!?!

He might have started off only trying to save Harry (actually Lily at first) but then he actually tries to save the whole wizarding world. Like remember that time he told Dumbledore “Lately only those I couldn't save.” or when he tried to save Lupin at the beginning of DHp1 or told Phineas Niggelus Black to not call Hermione a mud blood. And let's not forget how he spied for Dumbledore during the first and second war, which is definitely more than the least he could do. I could go on but I think people with enough braincells get that he was not just trying to save that one boy but actively going against Voldemort's values and also kinda his own (or at least the once he was taught as a kid/teen). And like the example with Lupin shows also protecting those who, from his perspective might not deserve his help (considering Remus was a bystander at his bullying who actually had the power and the duty to stop it and also while mostly being civil towards Snape in later years still made his life extremely hard [I still love Remus but let's not ignore his flaws]).

Yes maybe he was a cruel teacher even bully to some of his students (we actually canonically only know of the trio and Neville) but at the same time also beloved and admired by some (mainly Slytherin but considering how badly they were treated by almost everyone else I actually think it's good of Snape to favour them especially considering what he went through during school simply because he was Slytherin. If you have a problem with that, perhaps you should complain first about everyone mistreating the Slytherins before complaining about someone treating them nicely, even if it is unfair). 

But besides that his position in the second war (and also the end of the first one) on the good side is clear and not only to save Harry but also everyone he simply could save. And if you don't see it, maybe you should get your eyes checked, or I don't know...

[kalkaros-is-the-boss]

So I made recently a post on my main (hannaxjo) about the ages of the marauders era characters in the movies, which led to me creating this side account. But I should’ve known better than to think about their canon ages in the books, because I noticed something that doesn’t make sense to me, and I can’t stop thinking about it. That is the timeline between Severus hearing the prophecy and Voldemort killing James and Lily. What the fuck happened between that?

So, in the prophecy is this line: the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies. Meaning, that at that time, Harry has not been born yet. Which means, at the very least over a year is going to play out before that Halloween.

And that does not make sense to me. How can it take over a year, after this? In that (unspecific) time, the following things happen; Voldemort decides that the prophecy is talking about the Potter’s baby. Severus deflects, and begins spying on Voldemort. Due to Severus’ warning, Potter’s go into hiding. Dumbledore suggests a fidelius charm. Instead of Sirius, Peter is made into the secret keeper. Peter reveals the location to Voldemort and Voldemort kills Lily and James.

These things happen like a domino. There cannot be that much time between each of these actions. Severus isn’t going to wait around to defect once he knows Voldemort is targeting the Potter, because Voldemort is definitely not going to wait around to kill them. And I don’t think it took over a year for Voldemort to decide who the prophecy was talking about. Isn’t he supposed to be smart? Like I can buy him only deciding after Harry’d been born, but it still takes over a year after that for him to kill James and Lily.

But okay, let's say Voldemort was just really slow, and couldn’t make his mind. That would make the time between Severus’ deflection and the death of Lily and James incredibly short, and that makes no sense either. Because I don’t see Dumbledore trusting Severus after such a short while. And when would he then have had the time to spy on Voldemort? In the Goblet of Fire, when Harry goes into the pencieve he sees the trial of Karkaroff. And he lists the names of Death Eaters, one of those names being Severus Snape. Dumbledore then says, that he himself has witnessed for Severus’, and he tells that Snape joined them prior to Voldemorts downfall and that he risked his life spying on him. That means that Severus had to be a spy for at least a while.

So what the hell was happening while Severus was spying? Did they not use the fidelius as fast as possible? How did Voldemort not find them? See it would make sense if Sirius was the secret keeper for a while, and then they switched it, but Sirius was never the secret keeper. So did Peter actually keep the secret for months? Because that also seems unlikely. Then, there’s the letter Lily wrote to Sirius that Harry finds in Deathly Hallows. In that letter Lily mentions that ‘James is getting a bit frustrated shut up here’, so they must be already hiding. And they must be already under the fidelius because they must be in Godric’s Hollow because why else would Bathilda have visited. She also mentions that Wormy had seemed down, which I assumed was actually because he is going to/has betrayed them. That letter was about Harry’s one-year birthday! It was written in July/beginning of August. Voldemort didn’t attack until Halloween. What happened? Did Peter not betray them until October? Or had he already told Voldemort and Voldy just wasn’t feeling it. Was he waiting until Halloween for aesthetics?

Honestly, I have no point here, except that I don’t understand the timeline. Did I miss something? If you know how this timeline goes, please tell me, because I think about this too much. Istg if I’m gonna end up re-reading the books again just because this bothers me...

[sideprince]

I resent getting dragged into the discourse but it's wild to me that there are people out there who read the HP books and laud Harry for being brave and having a big heart and redeeming the wizarding world with his unusually great ability to love, yet can't comprehend how he could learn to appreciate Snape's sacrifice.

I'm very specifically thinking of the fact that Harry watches Snape die. Snape, who is lying on the floor, gripping Harry's robes, and whose eyes Harry is looking into and seeing the life leave. I don't understand how people can humanize some fictional characters and treat them as if they were real and completely dehumanize another. Not even for Snape's sake, but for Harry's sake, do these people not understand what it is to watch someone die? What's the expectation, that the Capacity For Love Posterchild protagonist steps out of character and doesn't care about the guy he watches bleed out and die suffering because you, as a reader, don't like him?

Which is it? Does Harry have a huge capacity to love or not? Pick a lane. Either you value this character trait in Harry or you don't. But you have to take or leave everything it comes with, otherwise you're a hypocrite. Or maybe illiterate.

I just don't GET it.

[severus-snaps]

potions master @snapecentric

[morsmordream]

something so funny about the thought of an AU where severus snape joins the death eaters as a teenager to prove himself as being just as worthy as all his fancy pureblood peers

… only to be met with his arch-nemesis sirius black on the same fucking side

[seriousbrat]

sirius style moodboard/inspo

I was asked by an anon to do little moodboards for marauders era characters- ive previously done petunia and lily. some notes below!

Notes: firstly, I think Sirius would have adapted quite well to dressing like a Muggle, and would have preferred that to wearing robes, deliberately opting for Muggle clothing when his parents specifically asked him to dress in wizarding garb for dinner or other occasions. His style would have been pretty casual and careless, mostly just tees, open-collar shirts, and jeans/tight-fitting trousers, a lot of it probably found in charity shops and jumble sales once he moved into his own flat, but because it's Sirius his clothing would somehow have come together with that effortless rockstar quality to it anyway. He might have added some accessories like the bandana neckties or the necklaces in some of the photos above, but still in a very cool, casual, kind of grungy way.

Imo Sirius mostly would have worn dark clothing but wouldn't have minded some colour also, simply because he didn't give his clothing much thought-- I do fall on the "Sirius probably had a leather jacket" side of things but it was probably just one, and it was probably fairly weathered and crusty lol. The thing that defines Sirius is that he looks good when he isn't even trying, and that definitely comes through in his clothing as well.

Obviously all of the people in these photos are famous musicians from the time-- I don't think he'd dress quite as radically as Marc Bolan or the Stones are famous for doing onstage etc, but in many photos they share a certain air imo.

[tascha-schwarz]

One Last Chance for the Two

Imagine… meeting Severus Snape a few years after the Battle of Hogwarts

Warnings: more crying here

Part II (Part I >>>)

“So, how’s the school?” he asked reservedly, looking at you across the small kitchen table as you took a sip from the cup that he gave you.

Talking to you again felt so odd and unusual, Snape didn’t know what to say. It’s been way too long – too much time’s been wasted. Too much time’s been spent blaming himself for the terrible things he’s done to be easily reassured it was not his fault. It was, and nothing could change that. Over the years, he convinced himself he deserved nothing but hatred and contempt, and now it was so hard to accept that you were not despising him. Snape thought he’s become a stranger to you, there was nothing left from the man you used to know, so he believed, and if you haven’t realized it yet, you’d certainly do.

“I quitted,” you answered grimly. “Couldn’t stay there. Everything reminded me of you, everything!” your voice quavered. “Neither could I take it in the Ministry. They’re still haunting some of the Death Eaters, you know. Still haven’t caught them all. And your name, it sounded from everywhere, in every investigation there was a mention of you! I just couldn’t, that was way too much…”

He stretched out his hand and rested it on top of yours. Poor consolation. Unfortunately, that was all he could offer. If only he had known how much his life might mean to you...

“When they said you were a double agent...” you paused in attempt to pull yourself together. You could no longer breath, so you had to exhale through your mouth. “You have no idea what I’ve been through...”

Tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why, Severus? Everything could be different…”

“I had to protect you. Keeping you uninvolved was the best I could do.”

“But at what cost!” you exclaimed in a fit of wild emotion.

“Your life was worth any price.”

“Really?” you shook your head in disagreement. “For such a life as mine has become, it wasn’t worth a grain of effort!” you shouted. “My life ended that very moment they said you were dead!” You pulled your hand out of his grip and covered your face. The pain that overflowed your heart was now pouring out in uncontrollable howls and sobs.

Snape left his seat and rushed over to you. He knelt down before you and rubbed your thighs, desperate to comfort you, but actually having no idea how to do it. You had no more power to manage your feelings, so you just sagged on the floor next to him and let him hold you.

“If you decide to protect me again… maybe from yourself, I don’t know… if you say you’re unworthy, that I better not mess with you, or whatever shit you come up with,” you swallowed tears, “maybe you’d ask me first? If I want this at all?”

He stroked your back, your head, clenching you tight in his arms and hating himself for hurting you again.

“Because all I want is you, Severus!” you whined, mumbling into his collar. “All I need is you, all I’ve ever needed…”

Suddenly, you felt his shoulders shudder as his weight pressed upon you, and it stunned you. You held your breath and froze, entirely forgotten about the tears you were shading.

No one’s ever known what a severe heartache was torturing his soul and his mind, what a violent disturbance was raging within his chest – he’s always made an impression of a strong man, there seemed to be nothing to put him out of control. But he was just a human, and yet he broke down. The stone his heart had become, hardened against hatred and misunderstanding over decades, crumbled to dust, exposing a knot of flaring feelings. For this to happen, he just had to hear that he was needed! If you had told him you were leaving, he wouldn’t have flinched, but confession coming from the bottom of a bleeding heart shattered the wall he’d put up between himself and the rest of the world to protect a vulnerable soul longing for love.

Crying silently, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, squeezing you tighter, as if he was afraid you’d slip out of his hands. He shuddered harder, no longer trying to hold back, because he just could not. His tears were your relief, your solace, your assurance that from now on everything was going to be all right.

You didn’t try to stop him, giving him as much time as he needed to cry his pain away, to free himself from the heavy burden he’s been carrying for an eternity. It should’ve happened long ago, before you’d accused him in all earthly sins, before you’d left him, and then you’d probably wouldn’t have to go separately through the hell your lives had become.  

When there were no more tears left, he breathed heavily, still holding you firm in his arms, unwilling to pull away, ashamed to look you in the eyes, embarrassed by his weakness. But you took it gratefully, with tenderness, compassion and sympathy. You softly stroked his head, gasping for air once in a while, but with ease at your soul. Your palms still preserved the memory of so much missed sensation of his skin against yours, and now feeling the warmth of his body seemed like going back in those days when you believed you could hardly be happier.

Without breaking apart, you moved aside ever so slightly just to see his face. He reluctantly allowed you, keeping his eyes low to avoid your glance. Not a single person has ever seen him like this. Revealing his true self for your judgement wasn’t easy, but he found the courage to look you in the eyes, open and honest. He had nothing to lose anymore – he’s already lost your respect, your trust, your love – losing the remnants of his dignity was nothing in comparison to all that.

He looked so lost, so confused, and you pitied him with sincerity and commitment, wholeheartedly wishing to console him, to assure him that from now on he was not alone. There were still traces of tears on his cheeks, same as on yours. You cupped his face and pressed your forehead against his. You smiled, still sobbing, and reached out to kiss him. Your swollen lips brushed sloppily against his, but he accepted it with infinite gratitude and answered your kiss selflessly.

When you broke off, the silence filled the air, but it wasn’t awkward, in this silence there was a harmony of unity, understanding and acceptance. Snape lowered his head, rose to his feet with little effort and helped you up. He turned away, and you heard him sniff quietly as he rubbed his nose. He didn’t know what to do next, how to behave.

“Why would you need me?” he shook his head in disbelief. “Look what I’ve become...”

He turned around dejected by guiltiness and self-contempt, but met your loving gaze.

You approached him. “Just don’t say anything,” you whispered, stroking the strands of hair from his face, and he instinctively placed his hands on your waist. “I don’t want to hear any more reasons why you think you’re unworthy. I just found you and I’m not going to lose you again!” you softly kissed his lips, and he couldn’t resist.

“I’m exhausted…” you let out a sigh feeling your eyelids get heavier. The last few hours were overwhelming.

“No wonder,” there still was bitterness in his tone. Getting rid of guilt that rooted into him during the years wasn’t easy. Snape knew it was him to blame you were in such condition. “Come now, you really need some rest.”

He led you to his bedroom. Tiny it was, just as the rest of the house.

You sat on the edge of the bed and softly ran your hand over the mattress, thinking about numerous nights you were crying your eyes out, while he was lying here, on this very spot, left on his own, abandoned by everyone he knew. You looked up at him. He stood at the door and watched you. Tired, his eyes still red. You knew you looked no better, but you were not ashamed of your appearance. You pursed your lips into a faint smile.

“Will you stay with me? Please?”

He made a step forward, and you shifted to give him some space. Snape came up and sat next to you. You tilted your head to rest on his shoulder. He wrapped you into his hold and leaned against the headboard, where the two of you nestled comfortably on his only pillow. He squeezed you tighter, and you closed your eyes, finally finding peace on his chest.

“I missed you so much,” you admitted quietly.

“Me too,” he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “It’s been not a single day that I wouldn’t think about you…”

“Don’t let me go, Severus, never again, will you?”

“I won’t,” he promised, tightening his grip. “Never.”

You nuzzled into his robes, taking in the sense of his proximity, his warmth, his scent, the beating of his heart. Cradled in his embrace, you felt safe again, you felt alive.  

Snape didn’t say anything; all the words had been spoken, all the feelings had been exposed. He just held you tight, relishing the feel of your body in his arms. A whirlpool of emotions still raging in his soul, he couldn’t believe you were beside. All this time he yearned to see you, but never expected this to happen. Everything seemed like a dream, too good to be true, one of those that brings pain and disappointment after waking up. But he wasn’t sleeping.

“Do you know that you were proclaimed a hero?” you broke the silence.

“I do,” he sighed. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m also a murderer.”

“Why didn’t you report yourself? Nobody would judge you.”

“My name’s already made too much noise. I don’t want any more attention. No, I’ve had enough. There’s no more Severus Snape.”

“But not for me, right?” you looked up at him.

He squeezed your hand, that rested on his chest –

“No, not for you.”

You rubbed your head against his shoulder, curling up closer. Drained emotionally and physically, you yawned and closed your eyes. So many more questions were spinning in your head, but you will ask them later. Everything shall wait. Just one thing mattered now – he was alive, and he was yours.

You drifted to sleep in no time. To the beating of his heart, you slept so well like you haven’t for ages.

[faggylittleleatherboy]

Being haunted by jegulus and moonwater 😔😔

[zephahhhh]

"You can touch me, if you want to," Harry whispered, his hand slowly reaching out to Severus. The light of the neon signs outside sneaking in from the window, covering their silhouette with a violet glow.

"I will touch you, but if you don't like it, just say no, and I will stop."

Severus let out a shivering sigh, how long had it been when someone was so gentle with him? Has anyone ever been like this?

[eatanorange]

I’ve never related to Lily Evans too much until now. Think I just had my snape canon event.

(There was love there, of course there was, but it devolved so messily because why the fuck do you choose to be this way? Why do you act like it isn’t a choice? Why would you tell me you want everything with me only to be incapable of stating values, morals, direction of your own? Why would you believe my love for you, for others, is a mechanism for which to lose myself? The arrogance, the callous disregard for others while maintaining no internal security/compass is truly impressive. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, even atlas needed a spine to hold up the sky. Otherwise good riddance, and I hope you find peace within the self fulfilling prophecy you’ve created; only practicing surface level connections, in your lack of belief of deeper ones, in the name of convenience, status, the perspective of others without including oneself. And ultimately, if and when you crawl back because you feel alone, I will already be surrounded by people who are as disgusted with your lack of vigor, your perversion of it, as I am. And you know what? You have every right to choose the pain of staying the same over the pain of growth.)

[soraya-snape]

Why do people keep saying Snape should be over Lily by now?

I really don't get it. Especially when I think about myself. I lost two of my grandparents when I was 8/10 and even though I'm already in my 20s I'm still not over this loss and I don't think I will ever. Their deaths also does impact my life in some ways like (trying not to get too personal, but) it has negatively impacted my relationship with death, I can't talk about them because I don't know how to handle this grieve... There are nights when I just start crying because I miss them so much, even now writing this already makes me tear up.

Some people might now say “This is different, they were your family, and you were only a child.” but even though I would agree to some extent it's probably not in the way they mean it.

Let me explain with one of my two examples: My grandpa (who died when I was 10) and I were pretty close. From what I remember and have been told he was wonderful with us kids or like my mother once put it: when we were at my “other grandfathers” house we still usually hung around our parents but when we were at my grandpas house we literally forgot that our parents existed. Even though I don't have many memories of him left, I simply remember feeling happy when he was around.

But still, I think this relationship was less important to me than Sev's relationship to Lily was to him. You have to remember that he came from an abusive and neglectful home and probably didn't have any (real) friends before meeting Lily and also later in life. I on the other hand had a pretty loving family, and even the not so good relationships (like with my other grandfather) were still better than Sev's relationship with his father and probably mother too.

So of course it's different.

On the one side you have me, whose relationship with her grandfather is one of many loving ones (yes, it might be the strongest, but that doesn't really change anything).

On the other side you have this boy who has never really received/felt love before, and now he meets this girl, and she makes him feel love(d). I'm not going to argue about what kind of love either of them felt for the other, but I'm pretty sure Sev never gave or got more love to/from anyone ever.

And while loosing my grandparents at such a young age was definitely bad, I could imagine that losing them later in life would be just as bad, maybe even worse. Because having more time with them would obviously be amazing, but at the same time could also make loosing them even worse. So the age difference between me and Sev really doesn't make that much of a difference also considering Snily had a similar amount of time together before their “breakup”.

And this leads me to another difference between Sev and me. Two, actually.

First his friendship with Lilx ended and really not on good terms. Even though I think both are partly at fault here it was Sev calling her a mudblood that ultimately ended it. And he tried to apologize, but Lily didn't accept it. And no matter how you feel about her decision, I think if she had accepted, even if they still hadn't become (good) friends again, it would have made it easier for Sev. I think it would give him some peace of mind and the feeling of her still loving him to some extent.

While the last year of my grandpa's life was let's say complicated, and I didn't meet him as often as usual (a bit similar to Snily) I wouldn't say our relationship was strained especially when you compare it to Snily (I don't want to go into more detail and I also don't remember much of this time).

And the other difference is that Sev is at least partly at fault for Lily's death. Which obviously makes it harder for him to move on, even more so after they ended on a bad note.

I wasn't at fault for my grandpas death and also couldn't have saved him (funny thing is now I have knowledge that maybe could). Yes, the complicated situation of his last year might make his loss a bit harder, but not much.

To conclude, I totally do not understand why people don't understand why Sev can't get over Lily (and her death). Not only was she the only light in his life, the only thing that was ever good about his life, but it was also his fault that first he lost her and later she died.

[batcavescolony]

I'm back talking about Harry Potter and Snape's worst memory because while I hate the author y'all bug me.

Snape worst memory isn't James bulling him or string him up in front of the school, (that was bad I'm not saying it wasn't) it was Lily ending her friendship with him because he called her a Mudblood. With evidence.

To prove my point we have to go read the Deathly Hallows when Snape gave Harry his memories! We get to see the scene again but this time the thing that sticks out the most is Snape calling Lily a Mudblood. Now if that's not enough proof the next memory goes like this.

*Outside Gryffindor Tower*

Snape: I'm sorry

Lily: I'm not interested

S: I'm sorry!

L: save your breath... I only came out here because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here.

S: I was. I would have done. I never ment to call you a Mudblood it just-

L: Slipped out? It's too late. I've made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends- you see, you don't even deny it! You don't even deny that's what you're all aiming to be! You can't wait to join You-Know-Who, can you? I can't pretend anymore. You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine.

S: No-listen, I didn't mean-

L:-to call me a Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?

*Lily leaves. Memory ends*

The next memory is Snape becoming a turn coat for Dumbledore so he could keep Lily safe because Voldemort wouldn't spare her.

Snape has had worse experiences then a teenage James Potter being a bully (even if it was shitty). so we look at the rest of the memory and lo and behold what do we see? The actual worst moment of Snape life, the moment he lost Lily forever.

[sideprince]

I feel the need to say this because of some posts I've seen lately in the Snapedom and ask that if you're discussing abuse to please consider the following:

If you haven't experienced abuse firsthand, you don't fully understand it. This is not a judgment on you as a person, it's the widely shared experience of people who have experienced abuse, which is a complicated, insidious interpersonal experience that looks very different from the inside than from the outside. So please just be mindful of whose toes you might be stepping on, whose experiences you assume to speak for, and what reaction you can reasonably expect from people whose trauma you're touching on without firsthand knowledge of it.

If you have experienced abuse and/or trauma, please remember everyone's experience is different. Trauma responses run a wide gamut and everyone is at a different stage of processing their own. (Even so, you're entitled to your own responses, but it's also worth considering whether it's good for your own mental health to give in to it or to take a breath or a walk around the block before going off on someone who isn't responsible for your trauma and may have their own.)

Intergenerational trauma is absolutely valid, and it is also not the same as or equatable to firsthand trauma. The psychological effect of both are comparable but very different in practical experience.

Abuse can be physical, emotional, or both. All forms of abuse are valid and while they exist on a spectrum, it's unconsctructive (and often destructive) to try to frame them in the context of one experience being better or worse than another.

Thank you, from someone who enjoys being in this fandom and also carries physical and emotional abuse trauma. Snape is a character who a lot of people with trauma and experiences of abuse are drawn to. While this is not exclusive to this fandom, nor are the only people in the fandom those with such experiences, understanding this does inform us that this is a space where respecting each other and not assuming bad faith is not only important, but also an act of self-care (ie. if you don't want someone to blow up at you then take basic steps of treating sensitive subjects respectfully as well as their authors because trauma triggers are a very real thing, and people are more likely to give way to their trigger responses in an anonymous online setting).