#pro minerva mcgonagall

[potterblog]

I think Snumbledore and Snagonagall both deserve to be popular ships, and it really makes me sad that it's not. 😭

LET'S MAKE SNUMBLEDORE GREAT AGAIN! (AND SNAGONAGALL TOO 🥰)

(And also everyone should become Ron fans because Ron Weasley is the best character.)

[jmscornerlibrary]

(staff room, afternoon)

McGonagall: ... Why does Filius keep looking at you in such a strange manner, Severus?

Snape: (sipping coffee whilst marking) I don't know what you mean.

McGonagall: Why, he keeps glancing at you, as though he's afraid you're about to drop dead any moment.

Snape:

Snape: ...I may or may not have informed Filius about the function of the liver and lungs yesterday evening.

McGonagall:

McGonagall: ...I don't see how that-

Snape: I told him that my organs must be practically decomposed from myself breathing in toxic fumes and testing potions since an adolescent. Then, of course, as Potion's Master. I suspect that from that moment onwards, Filius wholeheartedly believes that I am mortally ill.

McGonagall:

Snape: What? Did you really think repeatedly making poisons and draughts of living death isn't going to have consequences on my health?

Snape: *coughs loudly*

Flitwick: (watery sniffling from behind piles of marking at the other table)

Snape: *smirks*

McGonagall:

McGonagall: You are despicable.

Snape: I am completely and utterly hilarious, Minerva.

[tageerdo]

Severitus be like...

[sayssnape]

minerva: i love watching severus when I'm having a bad day because no matter what kind of day I'm having, severus is having a worse one.

[mori221c]

aw no

[severussnaperevived]

McGonagall: walking past Severus's chambers, suddenly stops to hear the conversation inside

Y/N: "for the last time it's just to big it ain't gonna fit, no matter how hard you try so stop forcing it"

Severus: "just stay still and let me try again"

Y/N and Severus: groan

Y/N: "see I told you, Oh MY GOD GET THAT THING OUT OF MY FACE"

McGonagall: stumbles down the hallway trying to erase what she just heard from her mind

Meanwhile in room

Severus: closes suitcase "see I told you it will fit"

Y/N: "fucken unbelievable"

[lilithofpenandbook]

To add to the Mcgonagall and Snape being mirrors of each other thing, they both literally have the same first lesson

They begin with an introduction, and then a warning about being dumb "anyone messing about will leave and not come back"/"if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads I usually have to teach", and by the the end of it only one student gets any praise (Hermione/Draco)

There's even a direct reference to Mcgonagall- "like Mcgonagall- Snape had the gift of keeping the class silent without any effort".

The two are very much mirrors of each other, and it's just so interesting how favourably Mcgonagall is painted in the narrative. Ron claims Mcgonagall doesn't favour the Gryffindors the way he heard Snape favours Slytherin, based on the amount of homework she gives, yet the funny thing is Snape gives the same amount of work and grades everything fairly. They just assume he favours Slytherin. There's how Draco seems to be the only one Snape likes, an implication that Snape does favour Slytherin, and another negative for Snape considering who Draco is supposed to be in the narrative, how we're supposed to dislike him.

Yet him praising Draco and telling everyone to look at how Draco did his work is no different to McGonagall telling everyone to look at Hermione's work.

McGonagall and Snape are literally the same as each other, it's just that Harry seems to decide Snape hates him and make his view of Snape based on that. And when you reread the scene, there's actually nothing to indicate that Snape actually hates Harry specifically. Teachers often pick on one of the students and make them answer questions, is it surprising that Snape picked the famous one? Of course we know that Snape really couldn't stand the sight of Harry, but he was actually a fairly normal teacher here. He wasn't abusive or bullying him, he was just strict. Probably the only one who was directly strict to Harry, actually.

It's just really interesting to me how similar Mcgonagall and Snape are yet they're presented as polar opposites. I guarantee you, if it had been Snape who asked an underage Draco to play quidditch because he was good at it, he would have been presented as a cheating scumbag who would do anything to win, yet this isn't presenting of Mcgonagall at all. Harry's bias truly is an incredible thing

[tiphprince]

old friends

[superfallingstars]

Snapetober Day 12: Victory

Slytherin was on a winning streak for the House Cup before Harry got there... Snape was certainly a sore loser, but I can't imagine he'd be a particularly gracious winner, either!

[ms-snape]

Severus snape x reader. She just find ou that she’s pregnant? And didn’t know how to say it to Severus.

Title: New Hope

Warning: none... exept stressed reader I guess...

Words Count: 2000+

Masterlist

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Y/N Snape had never imagined that standing amidst the lush greenhouses of Hogwarts, surrounded by the vibrant life of magical plants, she would feel so utterly lifeless herself. For weeks now, she had felt a gnawing sense of fatigue, the kind that no amount of rest could cure. Her usually nimble fingers, once adept at trimming and caring for the delicate blooms and exotic roots, felt heavy, sluggish. Nausea had become a familiar visitor, creeping up on her with increasing frequency.

At first, she dismissed it as overwork, perhaps an accidental inhalation of some stray pollen or spore. But when the dizziness grew so severe that she had to excuse herself from her third-year class, Y/N knew it was time to seek Madam Pomfrey’s guidance. She wasn’t one to visit the hospital wing lightly, but something was clearly wrong.

Now, sitting on the edge of a bed in the pristine, sterile room, she anxiously awaited Madam Pomfrey’s return. The soft hum of the enchanted ceiling above, designed to soothe patients with a gentle twilight glow, did little to calm the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind. Severus was busy in his dungeons, likely unaware that she had even left the greenhouse, and Y/N couldn't shake the nagging sense of dread building in her chest.

When Madam Pomfrey finally entered, her expression unreadable, Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat.

“Well, Professor Snape,” Madam Pomfrey began, her tone gentle but professional, “I’ve reviewed the results of the tests I performed.”

Y/N leaned forward slightly, her hands clenching in her lap. “Is it… is it serious?”

Pomfrey’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Not in the way you might think.” She paused for a moment, as if weighing her words carefully before continuing. “You’re pregnant, Y/N.”

For a heartbeat, Y/N didn’t react. The word hung in the air like a foreign concept, something distant and impossible. Pregnant? She blinked, confusion clouding her thoughts. Her mind raced through the possibilities, the implications.

“You’re sure?” she finally managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

Pomfrey nodded, her eyes warm with understanding. “Quite sure. Based on the symptoms you’ve described and the tests I ran, I’d estimate you’re about ten weeks along.”

Y/N felt the world tilt around her, as if the ground had shifted beneath her feet. Pregnant. She placed a trembling hand over her abdomen, where a tiny life was beginning to grow. This was real. This was happening.

“I… I didn’t expect this,” she murmured, more to herself than to Pomfrey. “I didn’t even think… Severus and I… we never talked about having children...”

The weight of those words settled heavily in her chest. Severus. How would she tell him? They had been married for nearly two years now, and though their bond was strong, they had never once discussed starting a family. In fact, she vividly recalled Severus’s past comments about children—his distaste for their unpredictability, his general discomfort around them. He had always preferred the solitude of his potions lab, the quiet precision of his work. A child would shatter that carefully constructed world.

Would he even want this? Would he be angry? Disappointed?

“I don’t know how to tell him,” Y/N whispered, her voice trembling. “What if… what if he doesn’t want this baby?”

Pomfrey’s gaze softened with sympathy. “Y/N, I can’t speak for Severus, but I do know that he loves you deeply. Whatever his feelings about children may have been in the past, this is different. This is your child. His child.”

Y/N nodded, but the anxiety still twisted tightly in her chest. She thanked Pomfrey quietly before slipping out of the hospital wing, her mind spinning with the weight of the news she now carried.

The following days passed in a blur. Y/N moved through her classes on autopilot, her mind always half-distracted, her heart heavy with the secret she held. Each evening, she would sit with Severus in their private quarters, sharing quiet meals, but the words she so desperately needed to say remained lodged in her throat. She couldn’t find the courage to tell him, not yet.

It was during one of these particularly restless days that Minerva McGonagall caught her lingering outside the Great Hall, her eyes distant as students bustled past her. Y/N had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed the Transfiguration professor approaching until Minerva’s voice broke through the haze.

“Y/N, dear, you look a bit peaky. Is everything all right?”

Y/N blinked and forced a smile, though she could tell by the narrowing of Minerva’s eyes that it wasn’t convincing. “I’m fine, really. Just… tired.”

Minerva’s lips pressed into a thin line, her sharp gaze piercing through Y/N’s weak facade. “You’ve been looking more than tired lately. I’ve seen you lost in thought during meals, and you’ve barely spoken to anyone. What’s going on?”

Y/N hesitated, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach. She trusted Minerva, perhaps more than anyone at Hogwarts aside from Severus. But saying the words aloud—admitting the truth—felt too terrifying.

Minerva, however, was not one to let things lie. She stepped closer, her voice softening. “Y/N, I’ve known you for many years as one of my student then as a colleague and friend. I can see that something is troubling you. You can tell me. Whatever it is, I’m here.”

Tears pricked at Y/N’s eyes before she could stop them. She hadn’t realized just how much she had been holding back, how much the weight of this secret had been wearing on her.

“I… I’m pregnant, Minerva,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

Minerva’s sharp intake of breath was immediate, her eyes widening in surprise. “Pregnant?” she repeated, her voice filled with astonishment. “That’s… well, that’s wonderful news, my dear!”

Y/N shook her head, wiping at her eyes with trembling hands. “I don’t know if it is. Severus… he doesn’t like children. We’ve never talked about having them. I’m terrified that he won’t want this baby.”

Minerva’s expression softened with understanding as she gently placed a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Oh, Y/N,” she said quietly. “I can understand why you’re afraid. But Severus loves you. And love has a way of changing even the most stubborn of minds.”

Y/N sniffled, but the knot of fear in her chest remained tight. “What if he doesn’t want it, Minerva? What if he resents me for this?”

Minerva squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. “Give him a chance. He may surprise you. You’ve brought so much light into his life already, Y/N, you've chnager him in so many ways. A child… it could be a new kind of hope for him.”

Though her words were kind, Y/N still couldn’t shake the lingering fear. She thanked Minerva for her support, but as the days passed, her anxiety only seemed to grow.

It was three days later when Y/N was summoned to Albus Dumbledore’s office. She had been sitting in the greenhouse, mindlessly trimming the leaves of a Flutterby Bush, when a house-elf appeared with a note requesting her presence. Her heart sank immediately. Had Dumbledore somehow found out? Did he know?Did Minerva told him?

When she entered the Headmaster’s office, the usual warm glow of the room seemed more oppressive than welcoming. Fawkes let out a soft trill from his perch, but Dumbledore himself was quiet, watching her with those piercing blue eyes from behind his desk.

“Y/N, please sit,” he said, his voice kind yet commanding.

She obeyed, her hands trembling slightly as she folded them in her lap. Dumbledore watched her for a moment, the silence stretching on before he finally spoke.

“There is something weighing heavily on your mind, my dear,” he said softly. “I have seen it in your eyes these past few days. Would you care to share what troubles you?”

Y/N bit her lip, her eyes fixed on the floor. She didn’t know how to explain the storm of emotions inside her. But this was Albus Dumbledore—he had a way of knowing, even when she didn’t want to say anything at all.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered, the confession falling from her lips like a weight she could no longer carry alone.

Dumbledore’s eyebrows lifted slightly, but his expression remained calm, thoughtful. “I see,” he said gently. “And this news troubles you.”

She nodded, unable to meet his eyes. “We all know that Severus doesn’t like children.Plus we’ve never talked about having them. I’m afraid… I’m afraid he won’t want this.”

Dumbledore leaned forward, his hands clasped together atop his desk. “Severus Snape is a man of many complexities, Y/N. But if there is one thing I know about him, it is that he values you above all else. This child may be unexpected, but love has a way of blossoming even in the most unlikely of places.”

Y/N’s throat tightened, her fears still gnawing at her heart. “What if he doesn’t want to be a father? What if this ruins everything between us, everything we've built during those last two years?”

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled with that familiar warmth as he spoke, his voice filled with the wisdom of someone who had seen more than most. “Severus has spent much of his life building walls around his heart, but you, my dear, have already found a way through those walls. This child will not tear you apart—it will bring you closer.”

Tears welled in Y/N’s eyes once again, and this time, she didn’t try to stop them. “I don’t know how to tell him,” she admitted, her voice thick with emotion.

Dumbledore rose from his seat and crossed the room to stand beside her, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Tell him the truth. Trust in the love you share. And remember, Y/N, that life is not a series of planned events, but rather a garden full of unexpected blooms. This child is a gift—a new beginning.”

That night, Y/N finally found the courage to tell Severus.

They were sitting by the fire in their quarters, the soft crackling of the flames filling the space between them. Severus was reading, his sharp eyes focused on the text before him, but Y/N could barely concentrate on the warmth of the room. Her heart pounded in her chest, her hands clammy with nerves.

“Severus” she began, her voice trembling slightly. He looked up from his book, his dark eyes immediately locking onto hers with concern.

“What is it love?” he asked, setting the book aside.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I… I have something to tell you.”

Severus’s brow furrowed, and for a moment, she saw a flicker of fear in his eyes. “Are you unwell?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.

She shook her head quickly. “No, it’s not that. It’s just…gosh this so hard to say.... I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, the words hung in the air between them, heavy and uncertain. Severus stared at her, his expression unreadable, and Y/N’s heart clenched painfully in her chest. She had expected him to say something, to react, but he was silent, his gaze fixed on her as if he were processing the information.

Then, slowly, Severus rose from his seat and crossed the room to her, kneeling down in front of her so that they were eye-level. His hands, usually so precise and controlled, were trembling slightly as he reached out to cup her face.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re pregnant?”

She nodded, tears welling in her eyes as she searched his face for any sign of rejection, any hint that he didn’t want this.

But instead, she saw something she hadn’t expected—joy.

Severus’s lips twitched into the smallest of smiles, his dark eyes softening as he looked at her. “You're carying....A child,” he murmured, almost in disbelief. “Our child.”

Y/N let out a choked sob, relief flooding her as she leaned into his touch.”I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sonner, I was so afraid you wouldn’t want this,” she confessed, her voice shaking. “I know you don’t like children, and I didn’t know how you’d feel about—”

Severus silenced her with a soft kiss, his hands cradling her face as if she were the most precious thing in the world. When he pulled back, his gaze was intense, filled with a depth of emotion that took her breath away.

“I don't like children who aren't when they are insufferable eleven years old students...I never thought I could have something like this,” he said quietly. “A family. With you.”

Y/N smiled through her tears, her heart swelling with love for the man who had once seemed so distant, so unreachable. “Are you… are you happy about this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Severus’s smile widened, and for the first time, she saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes—a hope she had never thought possible.

“I’m more than happy,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’m honored, I'm proud. I can’t wait to meet our child.”

Tears streamed down Y/N’s face as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as the fire crackled softly in the background. She had been so afraid, so certain that this news would drive a wedge between them, but instead, it had brought them closer than ever before.

In that moment, as Severus held her in his arms, Y/N knew that everything would be all right. They would face this new chapter of their lives together, hand in hand, ready to nurture the life growing between them.

[poitionsprince]

Firsr Richard Harris.

Then Alan Rickman.

Then Michael Gambon.

Now Maggie Smith.

I am NOT okay with the order being Dumbledore, Severus, McGonagall.

I CAN ALREADY SMELL THE SAD FANARTS OF THE PLATINUM TRIO, IF ANY OF Y'ALL MAKE ME CRY MORE THEN I ALREADY DID ISTG—

[aishahphead]

PoA Christmas

Dumbledore wearing a witch's hat with a stuffed vulture caused Severus discomfort due to the haunting memory of the boggart.

I really love how harry recalled this scene in DH..

[jmscornerlibrary]

(Snape missing at dinner, McGonagall goes to investigate and finds him in his classroom drinking firewhiskey out of potion flasks)

McGonagall:

McGonagall: Did you wash those before using them?

Snape:

Snape: *looks at the flask he's holding* Nope.

McGonagall:

McGonagall: What did you use those containers for previously?

Snape: (shrugging) Well the seventh years were experimenting with hemlock and aconite...

McGonagall:

Snape: *toasts her and swallows rest of what's in the vial* ...so I hope you've brought a notepad, because we are about to observe the inevitable consequences of my actions.

[snape-lover13]

Sev's Staff Meeting Headcannons

-physically can not show up on time

-only acknowledges Minerva with a small nod (everyone else is ignored)

-snarky comments under his breath the whole ass time

-eye rolls whenever a new weasley prank is mentioned as he is normally the victim

-whenever someone asks him anything he takes a condescending sip of his tea and raises his eyebrows before answer in THE MOST ANNOYED ASS TONE EVER

-speaking of tea, he has a ''world's best potions master'' mug given to him by draco

-it's his favourite thing ever

[sayssnape]

dumbledore: sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail.

snape: no, it was my fault. i shouldn't have used my one phone call to play a prank on minerva.

[bookwormangie]

I don’t think Snape liked his students but I do think he care about their wellbeing - another scene that comes to my mind is in DH when he’s headmaster. Students are being tortured and mutilated on the regular under the new Death Eater curriculum (Snape needs to let it happen to play his role as Voldemort’s servant). But when he catches Ginny and Neville trying to steal the sword from his room, their detention is… dun dun dun… going to the forest with Hagrid.

Yes, that’s a great scene. Though Snape had already promised Dumbledore before his death that he would do anything in his power to protect the students if Voldemort took over. Given his history of safeguarding students from danger, I believe he would’ve acted the same way regardless of Dumbledore's request.

Additionally, comparing McGonagall’s approach to detentions with Snape's under normal circumstances, sheds light on their differing methods. McGonagall sometimes assigns risky detentions—like when she sent four first years into the Forbidden Forest to search for a wounded unicorn, despite warnings to stay out given by the teachers themselves. Snape, on the other hand, tends to give detentions that are tedious and unpleasant, such as cleaning bedpans or disemboweling toads, but never risky.

The scene you brought up, where he sent Ginny and Neville into the forest with Hagrid, was a strategic move on Snape's part and a necessity. He had to give them a risky detention to appease the new regime and avoid suspicion, while covertly shielding them from brutal punishment by the Carrows. It exemplifies Snape’s ability to navigate his loyalty to Voldemort while subtly protecting the students.

I love Snape so much; he’s such a complex character, and I love delving into his motives. Thank you for bringing up this scene—it’s another compelling example of Snape’s concern for his students' physical well-being. 🫶🏻