#pure snape

[shostakobitchh]

Ariel: Can I climb that tree?

Snape: No.

Ariel: But Hermione and Ron climbed it!

Snape: They're an owl and a weasel!

Ariel: But—

Snape: NO!

Bahahaha

Crow Snape: *tries to fly away with fawn*

Hermione & Ron: Uh

[ebysse]

snape celebration 2023 week 3 - “the spy”

occlumency, before meeting the dark lord.

[yallthemwitches]

Playing Dirty

When Lily won against Potter during dueling practice, Snape couldn't think of a better way to finally rekindle their friendship. But Potter was a sore loser and Lily seemed far too willing to entertain him.

As promised. Some unadulterated jily smut, Snape torture for your Sunday. Ao3 Link

The classroom had been transformed so a platform criss-crossed its way from either corner, leaving the rest of the room empty for spectators to jam themselves in a mass. Professor Slothrop stood in the center of the stage’s nucleus, awaiting the dregs of his class to enter before swishing his wand to slam the heavy doors of the classroom shut. 

Snape counted the amount of heads in the room. Thirty-five students. An eleven percent chance he dueled with the worst people on the planet, a two percent chance he would be with the greatest.

He turned to see her huddled with a group of other Gryffindor girls. McKinnon leaned in and whispered something with a wiggle of an eyebrow and Lily shook with silent laughter. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun and she fiddled with the idle strands that completed the curtain of fringe around her face. Feeling his eyes on her, she jerked her head in the direction of the Slytherins and Snape quickly lowered his gaze. 

“This is a waste if he doesn’t let us use real offensive spells,” Mulciber hissed out through clenched teeth. “This school has really gone to shit—right Sev?” 

Mulciber clasped a hand on Severus’ shoulder who eyed it with malcontent. He looked back at Lily, whose group turned their attention to other things, notably a bellowing Sirius Black forcing the pathetic hand of Peter Pettigrew mid-air as a non-consensual dueling volunteer. 

Professor Slothrop didn’t mince words. He explained the rules very simply. No dark magic, no foul play. “This is more of an exercise in defense and strategy than it is of your spellwork,” he chided. He flourished his wand and the lights dimmed around the stage. 

“So, who will be our starting competitors?” 

A roar went through the room as bodies jostled, hands raised, and cries for attention spewed into the air. Despite his quibbles, Mulciber’s hand was one of the quickest to shoot up, and he eyed Severus to see that he followed suit. 

From behind, Severus could hear Black’s cajoling start up again with the dissenting squeaks of Pettigrew who struggled to lower his hand. A similar scenario occurred to his left with the group of Gryffindor girls. Lily and McKinnon pushed at each other with tinted cheeks, neither willing to volunteer.

The professor let out a defeated sigh and spun on his heel. 

“Potter, you’re up.” A hush passed through the crowd. He had been easy to miss since he was being so uncharacteristically quiet compared to his little cult. Potter puffed out his chest as the crowd parted for his ascent onto the stage. Black and Pettigrew led a round of whistles and well wishes from Gryffindor classmates. Lily, he noted, kept a straight and blank expression. 

Severus felt his hand shoot upwards again with vigor. He might have been lackluster in his desire to participate before, but now he felt nothing but a cataclysmic need to be up there with Potter. Professor Slothrop scanned the room again, then his eyes landed near the front. 

“--and Miss Evans?”

Another rumble quaked through the crowd. Black was beside himself in laughter with Lupin smacking his back rather violently to get him to cut out the dramatics. On stage, Potter let out a little yelp and his hand jumped into his hair. 

“Evans?” He echoed. The light of the stage put his features of shock on full display.

Severus’ heart found a quicker rhythm as Lily mounted the steps to stand alongside her nemesis. 

“Be gentle with him, Evans!” Black shouted and the whole room burst into snickers. On the platform, everyone could witness as Lily’s mouth twitched back a repressed smile. 

Potter’s expression was that of perfection. Eyes’ wide, not with fear but something closely resembling it. Severus immediately wondered how fair this fight could be—despite their constant rowing, it was no secret that Potter pined after her like an animal in heat. He would be just pathetic enough to not even grant her a fair fight—something Severus knew would irritate Lily more than losing. 

The competitors stood across from each other as Professor Slothrop reminded them of the regulations. Whispers vibrated from those below—it was a delectable treat to see them fight so openly. Severus already knew it would become the talk of the school regardless of the outcome just due to the level of infamy Potter and Lily held for their bickering. Even Mulciber, who spoke openly and violently against both parties, seemed to have straightened himself up and settled in for a good show. 

Severus shuffled a bit to get a better view of Lily’s face. Her eyes were fixed, lips rubbing together softly in anticipation while Potter’s previous shock melted into an arrogant twist of a smirk. The two reached out their hands and shook and Severus tried desperately to decipher the unspoken conversation that passed between them. Their hands lingered together longer than usual, Potter’s eyebrow cocked upwards, Lily’s eyes slanted. The room zeroed in on them now in a palpable anticipation. Behind him, he could hear Pettigrew whisper, “Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?”

Their hands broke apart and the trance along with it. Potter’s cocky grin found its rightful home on his face as he rolled up his sleeves and got into position. From a distant part of the room, a group of girls started bubbling up with comments that included words like chaser body, fit, and toned. From Lily’s corner, friends whooped as she retreated to her starting point, Lily cool as ever.

“Ready! And–”

Lily shot first. An orbiting blast of purple soared past a startled Potter who dodged out of the way. Her face, forever readable to Severus’ trained eye, was one of instigation. Lily never backed down from a challenge and certainly not when it came to defeating their biggest foe. Severus could feel his saliva caught in his throat, fingers itching to find hold of something for stability. In his mind a mantra started up fierce and relentless: beat Potter, beat Potter, beat Potter.

Instead of sending a reciprocatory hit, Potter’s free hand lashed through his hair and his brow furrowed. Lily sent another spell bounding his way, this time with more force, letting a small grunt of effort come out of her lips. Potter, ever the athlete, dodged it again with ease, his wand spinning between his fingers as a clear sign of confliction. 

They continued like this for a few more moments, Lily taking the full offensive with Potter sorting through whatever his thick skull was ruminating on. Inside Severus, a smoldering had begun. How pathetic, rude even, for Potter to treat her like this. Like someone who was unfit to even have a real competitor. 

Severus could see that Lily felt it too. Her movements became more jagged, her spells more biting, frustration pulling her brows closer and closer together. 

“Come ON, Potter,” Her voice echoed in the cavernous room. She tugged at her bun and let her hair spill out around her face and shoulders. “Give it to me.”

Potter’s face flushed for an instant before a smirk flashed into position. The two stared at each other for a moment and Severus could see a psychic conversation was continuing. Lily’s face flushed, then reddened and her hand gripped her wand harder in open invitation. 

Potter no longer held back. Despite the unreciprocated start, the rest of the duel became a rather eventful scene. Even Severus had to admit that Potter had a crude talent. His body surprisingly lithe, letting him trapeze his way around Lily’s hexes while doling them back as quick and steady as blinking. Now given a proper contender, Lily’s capabilities also shown through. She was quick, almost spritelike in her movements, fluttering across the stage and commanding her rival to keep a 360 view to ward off attack. In the crowd, the energy bounced from awe to excitement, heads swerving back and forth to not miss a step from each side. 

The tension in the room was taut like a strip of rubber pulled to its crisis. Severus wondered how long they had been dueling for, minutes? Hours? If Lily or Potter were aware they were still in a classroom surrounded by peers, neither of them showed it. They both were in a vacuum of their own determination, where time could not affect them. 

Sweat started to peak on both their brows. Lily’s chest moved with controlled breathing, skin flushed besides the peak of red cheeks. Severus couldn’t help but stare at her with unabashed awe. Very rarely did he get the chance to look at her so directly and in such a state. She was radiant, a picture of pure light. In his mind, that alone, should have let her win. 

Both dueling party’s bodies started to become heavy with fatigue. In their meticulous dance, they had gotten closer to one another and in an act of complete rebellion, Potter took his free arm to grasp Lily’s. Gasps erupted and before he could stop himself, Severus felt the words tumble from his mouth. 

“He’s not playing fair!”

Behind him, Black piped up and Severus didn't need to turn around to know the sniggering expression painted on his face.

“Looks like Snivelus fancies himself a referee!”

He let the words slide off of him, too invested in the response Lily would have for such an outrageous overstep of the rules. There it was again. The quiet conversation between two sets of eyes. The pursing of lips, the arching of eyebrows. Now even Severus couldn’t deny that the room felt sweltering hot. The proverbial band, taut still, was beginning its final snap.

If they blinked, they would have missed it. Lily hopped back out of Potter’s grasp. Taking advantage of their own little psychic war, her lips moved without sound and Potter’s wand, as easily as breathing, bounced out of his hand and onto the base of the stage. 

A collective silence, then deafening noise. 

Black started up the crowd, whistling and clapping, completely beside himself with joy at watching his own mate be bested. The Gryffindor girls whooped, reaching for their friend who remained still in place, her chest still rising and falling at rapid speed. 

Professor Slothrop tried to get some order in the room. Severus’ heart was soaring. He could have taken a photo it was so delicious: Potter, stock still, eyes glued to his own wand which laid solitary before him. His eyes jumped between the wand, Lily and Potter, all three in a frozen state of the winddown. 

At last, Lily ushered herself off the stage and Professor Slothrop permitted her to step out for some much needed air and water. As she passed Potter’s cronies, Black gestured like a footman attending to his queen and Lupin offered a warm congratulations. Severus followed her with his eyes for a moment, elated with a joy he knew was not his, but felt so nonetheless. How often had the two of them talked about besting the irksome James sodding Potter? He waited for the class to resume and Mulicber and the other Slytherins to become distracted by the next opponents before he pushed himself through the crowd and out into the hall. 

She did it! He knew he was being delirious—expressing a sensation that he had no right to but just this once he wanted to indulge in it. Of all the things Lily might break their silence for, perhaps it was the utter defeat of their worst enemy. 

He had the sensation of soaring down the hall, looking right and left for wherever Lily would have stepped out to get her bearings. Rounding a dead-end corridor towards a darkened turret, he stalled his feet at the sound of voices reverberating just enough to be legible from the small pathway.

“You beat me.” At the sound of Potter’s voice, Severus grabbed for his wand and sank against the wall. Sidling slowly towards the opening of the turret, he rounded his way behind a long forgotten tapestry which opened to a solid view of the space. 

Potter was standing a couple paces away from Lily. His jaw was set but his eyes glinted in the firelight from the torches which dimly lit the alcove. 

“Are you surprised?” He didn’t need to look at her to know that Lily held a taunting smile. 

“No–not at all.” Severus was surprised by the sensibility in Potter’s voice. “You have always been better than me.”

“Is that why you wouldn’t fight at first?” Lily bit it out, making Severus' blood pulse. He loved hearing her venom for him so openly. “Why you played dirty?”

“Dirty?” James growled. “Dirty she says!” Severus looked back at Potter. Now it was clear that it wasn’t the torchlight. Potter’s eyes were crazed, like an animal about to attack. He tightened his grip on his wand. 

“I seem to recall someone saying the words “Let me have it”—yet I’m the one playing dirty!”

The shift in the air was inescapable. Severus stalled his wand hand, peering between the two of them. Now, it was more clear that Lily’s eyes were just as ravenous as Potters. Both gazing like they had done during the duel, with unspoken words now becoming very loud. 

“What? Frustrated, Potter,” she taunted. “Feeling dissatisfied? Why don’t you just tell me what you want.”

The pull, the straining feeling from the classroom now seeped into the small turret. 

“You know what I want,” Potter whispered like it was a curse. He stepped forward toward her and she did not retreat. 

“No, I don’t.” 

“Yes, you do.” He was barely touching her now. She gave an unsteady exhale as he persisted on his encroachment. Severus’ mind raced, their psychic conversation had found a voice, yet was still completely lost to him. 

“So what is it then, Potter,” her voice just passed for audible, “you want to give it to me? You want to prove to me you aren’t a loser?”

He was on her then, hands grasping at her hips, her neck, any part of her that he could gain purchase. The force of his body pushed them both back against the wall of the turret. His motions were frantic, mad. He bent to kiss her but she beat him to it, grasping at him just as hungry as he seemed. She slid against the grimy stone of the wall, hips thrusting forward as she spread her legs to let him stand pressed between them. The ease of their connection, the complete melding of their bodies made it clear this had not been the first time they had succumbed to a baser need with each other. 

Severus had only seen Lily kiss someone once before: Adam Cornell, Ravenclaw seventh year. The image of it used to haunt him in his sleep. Cornell with his arm perched over her shoulders and her flushed with first date jitters. Snape had just been passing by on the path out of Hogsmeade when he saw them from just beyond the village, Cornell curling his fingers under her chin to catch her lips with his. At the time, it felt like an act of war—a complete attack on everything that Severus found dear. Now, standing behind the dusty tapestry, watching Potter’s hands disappear down the front of her shirt in a clear attempt to remove it, he felt stupid to have ever wasted anger on Cornell and that wintry day. 

Lily curled a hand into Potter’s hair and made a soft moaning sound as his lips greedily followed the path his hand was making in unbuttoning her uniform. His other hand roamed free, pushing her skirt up to astronomical levels before curling around the soft skin of her thigh and hiking it up around his waist. 

“I’m still waiting for an answer,” she purred out, her eyes trained on his lips which were busy making purple and blue marks on a swell of her breast that now was exposed from an opened uniform. He replaced his lips with his hand, tweaking gently at the soft flat nipple that peeked out in a matted red. His mouth moved back to her face, darting his tongue up her collar and tracing her jawline. 

“I want you.” He said before letting out a deep groan, becoming distracted by Lily’s hand between his legs.

“And?” It was clear she wanted to keep an upper hand, but her body betrayed her, melting like wax to a flame. Potter’s body took advantage of this, pressing her further into the wall, pulling her thigh higher around him, and grasping now at her neck as he kissed welts just below the ear. 

“I want to be rough with you—I am going to be rough with you.” 

Severus had to press his hand into his mouth to keep from making a sound. Wand still poised, his mind fell deep into a sunken place well beyond any depth he had experienced before. 

Instead of the disgust he expected from Lily, his Lily, the girl he thought up to this point he knew so well, she let her body submit to Potter’s words. Her hand halted its pattern against his growing bulge and now scrambled his pants to release him.

“Please.” 

Severus couldn’t turn away. Conflicted between the perverse thought of just the sight of Lily’s bare body and the utmost need to curse Potter out of oblivion for even touching her in the first place. Lily struggled with his belt while Potter all but ripped off her opened blouse, exposing her already taut nipples to the chill of the turret. His hands moved carnivorously around her body, flipping up her skirt in a swift movement to tuck it around her waist before suctioning his mouth back on her breast. Lily’s head fell back in return, letting out soft, catching sounds that felt lifted from fantasies Severus replayed to himself in the dark cocoon of his bed. 

“Merlin fuck, do you have any clue how fit you are—how much I wanted to grab you and shag you right in front of the whole class?” His pants are now pulled down, teeth scraping their way across her collar as she reached between them once more, now finding solid purchase on his released cock. Her hand began a steady rhythm and even from his small hiding spot of a personal hell, he could see that Potter was already dripping. 

Lily, forever stubborn, breathed out a mix between a scoff and a moan. “You would have liked that—showing everyone how good you can fuck me. Arrogant prick.” With the final word she gave a rather relentless tug, passing a thumb over his crown. Potter reeled his head back, before pushing into her tenfold, clawing now at the small strip of black knickers that were the only thing keeping the two apart. 

“Ah fuck. Fuck.” Potter was at a loss for coherent thought. Now, lining himself up with her center, he pushed into her folds with no further ado, eliciting a noise of cut air from Lily. There was no slow start. Potter was a feral animal, snapping his hips fast and quick into her, one hand steadying himself against the wall while the other kept her thigh firmly around his waist for deeper entry. 

Severus was skillful in many things. He had already mastered the art of legitimacy, concocted his own potions and developed new tactics in the craft. He was knowledgeable in the dark arts and was poised to become a pronounced figure alongside the Dark Lord—all by his sixth year. But this, what he was witnessing between his worst enemy and the love of his life, was something nothing could prepare him for. Like a moth to a flame he was propelled to his own demise, yet so fixated to let himself feel the burn of it all. He couldn’t decide what he wanted more: to feel death envelop him or worse, give in to the envy of wanting to be Potter in this moment, eliciting those exact sounds from the only person he ever desired.

Lily was babbling now. Chanting an endless string of christ, James, yes, please. Potter didn’t relent. Hands now pressing so hard into her thighs, they would surely leave bruises. If Lily was aware, she made no sign of it.

“Harder.“

James took the command to heart. She yelped as he swiftly exited and spun her body so her chest pressed against the cold stone. Without any guidance she arched her back, sticking her exposed bum out for better entry and Potter took a moment to commit the image to memory before dropping to his knees and flicking his tongue up into the center of her. She let out a cry but he was committed, now licking fully from the front of her clit all the way back and circling his tongue around her soft bud of an asshole, the latter eliciting a whine of oh oh oh’s from her lips. From the wall, Lily’s moans got deeper, more carnal and her nails clawed at the grooves in the stone. 

“Quit dawdling you prat. We have to get back to class.” She squealed out just before he made another wave with his tongue. 

“Oh yeah? dawdling?” Potter gave her clit one last suck, before standing up and gripping her hips. 

“I’ll remember that next time you beg me to dawdle during your patrols,” he growled into her ear. If she had a response, she became too distracted by his quick reentry to exclaim it. Back arching against the wall, she leaned her head backwards against Potter’s shoulder as he began his thrusting anew, each quick rotation of hips bouncing her body back against the stone. He held her against him, her body twisted so she could watch his face, slack jawed and rapt, push them both towards salvation. 

Severus hadn’t removed his hand from his mouth. Lily’s expression twisted between pure ecstasy and something resembling pain. He considered the scenario in which he would jump out from behind his spot and hex Potter to oblivion. In a perfect world, he would be her savior, but this was no utopia and Lily was in no need of saving. Even now, with Potter gasping around her neck, she groaned out a litany of harder, faster, deeper and in turn Potter spilled his own: baby I’m so deep, you’re so beautiful, you feel so good, oh fuck, oh Evans.

A strangled noise came from Potter’s lips and his thrusts became more jagged and messy. Lily’s eyes widened, clearly aware the crest of Potter’s pleasure was coming. Skillful, she craned her neck to look right into his eyes and without any prompting began to coax him. 

“Come inside me. Let me go to class filled with you—” 

Severus felt a choking noise escape from his mouth as he watched Potter release from her words. His voice rang out with a parade of curses, body shaking all while not slowing up on his relentless thrusts forward. Lily let out a shrill sound that resembled a sob and Potter silenced it with his mouth, catching her body as she too reached her pinnacle. 

After, they both slumped together against the wall. Potter cradled her, demanding reassurances: was he too hard, did it hurt, was she ok. He peppered kisses onto her shoulder, clavicle, neck as she softly dispelled all his worry: No it was perfect. 

Severus didn’t feel the gravity enter the room again. He remained floating, far away from the scene, far away from anything he ever recognized as the world as he knew it. Lily and Potter got dressed in a warm silence, interrupted by small breaks in which one’s hands found the other's body and they pressed together anew. Both feeling endlessly dedicated to a push-pull reaction between going back to their lives and staying in the turret forever. 

“You don’t think it was too obvious, the– uhm— tension, during the duel, do you?” Lily stammered while Potter pressed his wand gently to heal the blistering marks he left on her neck.

“Don’t worry Evans, I think our secret’s safe,” there was a catch in Potter’s tone that both Severus and Lily detected. A hint of disappointment. 

“Really, congratulations, Evans—on the win.” They were both dressed now, holding each other in a way that did not coincide with the absolute pornographic act they performed moments earlier. In some ways, Severus thought, this was the worst of all. It wasn’t just a carnal desire between them. They were holding each other softly, in a fondness only found in two people irrevocably in love. 

“We need to head back to class,” Lily whispered. Potter kissed her swollen lips, then again, then a few more times. Lily smiled under him and once he was finished, grabbed his chin and gave him one last peck on the nose. 

“I have patrols tonight, if you want to dawdle some more.” She offered with a smirk. Potter barked out a laugh and ran his hand through her hair, letting his thumbs rest on her temples. 

“Are we using the euphemism or the definition?” Lily swatted at his chest and he caught her palm before giving it a kiss. 

When the last sounds of their feet had dissipated, Severus finally stepped out from behind the tapestry. He leaned his body against the wall and turned his face upwards, willing the gods above to either smite or rebirth him anew as something less pathetic. He stared at the spot the couple had connected just moments before, rubbing his eyes and finally letting all the noises of disgust he had held back erupt from his shaking body. An hour could have passed, maybe days, he could no longer tell. He thought about all the ways he could murder Potter the next time he saw him. All the unforgivable curses he would gladly use to get redemption for what he just saw. Instead, his body caved in on itself. He leaned back against the wall and waited for some angel of destruction to show itself and set the world on fire. He wished to burn alongside it. 

[serosvit]

the Peach and Goma cat showing Snape some fluffy love! <3

This was my Christmas gift for @suffer-my-displeasure (aka peach cat enthusiast) in our Secret Santa event. I hope it brings you joy in these trying times.

[darkcrowprincess]

Controversial Harry Potter opinion:

I actually really hate the concept of turning/comparing death eaters and just the messed up tangled mess that is pure blood families/culture into nazis for several reasons. One because I feel like that is a cop out. But two and this is really really big, wizards and witches (especially when you add in half bloods and muggleborns and magical creatures) are really really complicated and their reasons for doing things are complicated. Especially when you take in muggles, and what muggles did to witches and wizards in the medieval times and salem witches trials. Add that with hogwarts and houses. That is why I see it less as that, and more so that this a culture that not only screams very old traditional community but also screams really old toxic religious community. This is why I see it as a cult. This is a dangours cult. A half blood(Tom) saw these old families with lots of money and connections and saw power. So yes it is a cult. A very religious, very traditional obessed and very complicated cult. With kids growing up with this stuff as propaganda and religion. Which why I feel bad for kids that find it very hard to escape this cult. Especially slytherin kids! This is just how I personally saw it growing up when reading the books. This just my opinion. Especially when I got to reading Books 5-7. Tom Riddle during book 6 gave me so many Manson/cult leaders vibes. Because to me I do not think Tom gives a shit about blood puirty. Yeah he hates muggles. But I think Tom only cares about Tom and getting as much power for himself as possible.

Main reasons why I see it as a cult:

Tom Riddle and mainly all of his backstory in book 6.

The concept of all the pure blood families/ the sacred 28 that relates to incest and arranged marriages. How everyone is related to each other in some way because of this. It's screams toxic religious cults.

How isolated pure blood families are and how they dont allow and outside knowledge of the muggle world into the very traditional world. It screams very lds/Mormons. Especially in school and in the ministry. Even the Weasleys who are bloody traitors do not have very much accurate knowledge on what muggles are really like.

Sirius leaving his family and staying with the Potters.

Regulus Black.

Draco Malfoy.

Just the whole concept of Wizardy world and Muggle world and the separation. And the using of the word muggle and no mage. It gives me very how Mormons see other people vibes.

Magical Creatures.

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you!)

[aurus-3d]

Snape animation project (WIPs)

I’m currently working on a pretty difficult and big Snape animation project (RIP to my PC in advance). Here are some WIPs (video: main scene and camera keyframes) and renders as the lighting sample production drafts for a couple of shots (a brief glance at how the final results would look like) just to keep you all updated ‘cause I feel you might be interested 👀 There’s a lot of animation work (objects and movements) and simulations left (mainly clothes, hair and smoke) but it’s surely going somewhere

[lilithofpenandbook]

au where when a Death Eater is killed, they can actually not die, on one condition:

Their heart must be pure.

This doesn't mean they never ever did anything wrong. That's impossible if you're human. No, this means that whatever they've done, it's for a selfless reason. That whatever bad they've done for selfish reasons, they've fully regretted, repented, and set out for redemption. That in their heart of hearts, they are no true Death Eater, because true Death Eater have no compassion, or selfless love. Selfless Love is a pure thing, and if that exists in the heart, then they may survive being killed.

And there's another thing: they return to the physical state they were in before taking the Dark Mark. It's all effectively "wiped clean", as it were. Of course, the actions remain, as do the mental scars, but the physical body is now back to when it was still pure of this evil as a little nod to the purity of their heart.

During the second war, then, there are a few Death Eaters who do not die. But only the fewest:

The most famous example? Severus Snape, who is all but a mere child, barely touching adulthood. Who's small and underweight, whose body is still riddled with scars from the Good Guys. Who's so young it's frightening to think he became a death eater at this age because there's something so broken and fragile about him. How did he manage to survive through that?

And then... And then there's Bellatrix. Bellatrix Black.

Who... Who's a literal child.

[smilingformoney]

every snape moment ever: goblet of fire (23/23)

[lessnowon]

anyways, i'm just dropping by to say fuck jk rowling and that snape being romantically in love with lily is really stupid when it would be more narratively and thematically consistent (and, frankly, more compelling) if his love for her was familial

[maxdibert]

Hola :))

Estoy discutiendo con alguien que insiste que el puriso de sangre es racismo (relacionado con snape ya que dice que severus es canonicamente racista), le trate de explicar porque no es asi, pero no tendras algun resumen o explicacion simplificada sobre porque claramente no es lo mismo? En mi opinion es obvio pero como quiero ganar la discusion como una persona decente recurro a gente mas versada en el tema y con mejor vocabulario que el mio.Porfa ayuda :))?

Ahhh pero qué puta maravilla poder responder en español jajajajaja Estoy acostumbrada al inglés pero jolín, así se me hace bastante más sencillo.

Esto va a ser largo y es posible que luego lo traduzca y lo ponga en un post aparte o algo porque creo que es importante analizar la problemática desde la base. Así que vamos allá con un ensayo sobre por qué la gente es tontísima a veces sin saberlo.

Empecemos: el concepto de pureza de sangre en Harry Potter no es comparable con el racismo en la vida real por varias razones fundamentales, especialmente porque el racismo tiene raíces en dinámicas históricas, sociales y económicas que no están presentes en la ideología del purismo de sangre en el universo mágico. Y ahora vamos con varios puntos que son importantes para argumentar esto:

1. El racismo tiene una base material e histórica

El racismo en la vida real no surge de la nada. Está profundamente conectado con la colonización, la esclavitud y el imperialismo. Durante siglos, los países europeos justificaron la explotación y el sometimiento de poblaciones enteras (principalmente en África, Asia y América Latina) con la idea de que las personas de piel oscura eran inferiores y debían ser “civilizadas”. Esta jerarquía racial no solo justificó masacres y despojos, sino que creó sistemas económicos enteros basados en la esclavitud y el trabajo forzado, dejando a esas comunidades en desventaja social y económica hasta el día de hoy.

En cambio, en el mundo mágico, los sangre pura no parecen tener una ventaja material directa. No hay un sistema económico basado en la explotación de los mestizos o los hijos de muggles. Tampoco hay evidencia de que los magos de sangre pura hayan colonizado comunidades mágicas no puras ni que se hayan enriquecido a costa de ellos. Voldemort y sus seguidores tienen prejuicios ideológicos, sí, pero estos no se sostienen en una estructura económica o social que beneficie exclusivamente a los sangre pura a largo plazo.

2. La falta de una jerarquía funcional en el purismo de sangre

En el racismo del mundo real, la discriminación racial opera bajo una jerarquía bien definida, con los blancos en la cima y los demás grupos subordinados a diferentes niveles. Esto tiene implicaciones reales: acceso desigual a la educación, la salud, el empleo, la vivienda y más. Por ejemplo, en Estados Unidos, las comunidades negras enfrentan tasas mucho más altas de pobreza y encarcelamiento debido a siglos de opresión sistémica.

En Harry Potter, los sangre pura no parecen ejercer un control social absoluto sobre los mestizos o los hijos de muggles. Por ejemplo, el Ministerio de Magia está compuesto por magos y brujas de diversos orígenes, y personajes como Hermione (una hija de muggles) tienen acceso a las mismas oportunidades educativas que Draco Malfoy, un sangre pura. Esto es algo impensable en un sistema de racismo real, donde la exclusión está institucionalizada y diseñada para mantener a ciertos grupos en la base de la pirámide.

3. Voldemort no tiene el trasfondo de un racista histórico

Voldemort es el líder de una ideología purista, pero su personaje carece de las características que definirían a un líder racista real. Los racistas históricos, como Hitler, basaban sus ideologías en la necesidad de crear imperios, justificar conquistas y estructurar sociedades. Voldemort, por otro lado, no busca conquistar a los hijos de muggles ni explotarlos: simplemente quiere eliminarlos. Esto lo hace más un genocida al estilo de una limpieza étnica que un racista que se beneficia de las estructuras sociales que el racismo perpetúa.

Además, Voldemort mismo es mestizo. Su desprecio por los hijos de muggles no se basa en una superioridad histórica, sino en un odio personal derivado de su propio trauma y complejo de inferioridad. Es decir, no hay una razón cultural, social o material por la que Voldemort quiera eliminar a los hijos de muggles, se basa exclusivamente en un odio derivado de sus experiencias personales y del rechazo que siente ante su propia parte muggle por pensar que lo hace más débil o incluso indigno. Es una mera proyección de sus propias inseguridades personales, no una idea que se le haya transmitido de forma estructural. Esto se aleja mucho de los racistas históricos que usaban pseudociencia y teorías sociales para justificar su poder. Si nos fijamos, Voldemort ni siquiera cae en populismos propios del fascismo, no apela a una población de masas ni a la mayoría, no se sirve de propagandismo sino que alude a las minorías previamente alienadas y refuerza conceptos y teorías que estas ya manejaban de antemano. Son dinámicas muy distintas a las de discursos racistas o fascistas tradicionales.

4. Ejemplos históricos que desmontan la equivalencia

Si analizamos movimientos históricos de supremacía racial, como el Apartheid en Sudáfrica o las leyes de segregación racial en Estados Unidos, vemos que estaban diseñados para garantizar el dominio político, social y económico de los blancos sobre los demás grupos. Había leyes, instituciones y hasta pseudociencias que sustentaban estas jerarquías.

En Harry Potter, no hay nada que indique que los hijos de muggles estén legal o económicamente subordinados a los sangre pura antes de la llegada de Voldemort al poder. No hay una estructura que garantice privilegios permanentes a los sangre pura, como sí existió con el racismo en la vida real. Incluso dentro del antisemitismo y pese a que los judíos podían acceder a las esferas sociales más altas, estos historicamente tenían que esconder su origen o no ostentarlo debido a los prejuicios y discriminación social. Los hijos de muggles nunca han tenido que hacer esto socialmente. De nuevo, ni siquiera casa con una comparativa ni racial ni del fascismo tradicional europeo basado en el antisemitismo. JK Rowling demuestra una falta absoluto de conocimiento sociopolítico y cultural respecto a los mecanismos y esteucturas de discriminación cuando intenta hacer un símil con este último concepto porque aunque a grandes rasgos pueda parecer similar, estructuralmente los Mortifagos tienen muchisimas diferencias tanto con las politicas racistas y sus origenes como con el antisemitismo en si.

En conclusión, comparar el purismo de sangre con el racismo es una simplificación peligrosa que ignora cómo funciona el racismo en el mundo real. Mientras que el racismo está enraizado en siglos de colonización, explotación y desigualdad sistemática, el purismo de sangre es una ideología más limitada, centrada en prejuicios mágicos sin el soporte de un sistema político, económico o social. Voldemort no busca construir un imperio, ni los sangre pura tienen una posición dominante sostenida por una estructura como la que el racismo ha creado en el mundo real. Es una narrativa ficticia que, aunque toma prestados ciertos elementos, no se corresponde con la complejidad y las consecuencias del racismo histórico en absoluto.

[thebunnybabyblog]

I just stayed up all night, It’s literally 8 AM because I have just written the longest smut One Shot for our lord and savior Severus snape I have ever written in my life. once I sleep I will edit over the glaring grammatical errors and post it for the world to see on here 😮‍💨🐍

[remus-poopin]

lily and sev in cokeworth (1975)

This is basically a mix of what I feel both their tastes would be. Bit of glam rock, bit of proto-punk, bit of folk(y) rock. The vibe is somewhat melancholic but still slightly fun and youthful.

Tracklist:

1. All Tomorrow’s Parties - The Velvet Underground

2. Break It Up - Patti Smith

3. Andy’s Chest - Lou Reed

4. Strictly Confidential - Roxy Music

5. No Good Trying - Syd Barrett

6. Amateur Hour - Sparks

7. Road - Nick Drake

8. Everything Merges With The Night - Brian Eno

9. A Child’s Guide to Good and Evil - The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band

10. What’s The Ugliest Part Of Your Body? - The Mothers of Invention

(+more!)

[ginevraweasley-potter]

It has been years since I have engaged in the Marauders fandom. I’m trying to get back more into the “classic” Marauder fanfics such as All The Young Dudes and The Life and Times but they all missed a certain element of “something” for me this go around. Anyways, I’ll try and read through them again to see if I’m being unfair. I do like their premises.

But none has captivated my imagination and interest as CH Darling’s series The Last Enemy (TLE). It’s currently ongoing but I admire the nuanced take on Lily, how she’s not portrayed as this wholly perfect character. She’s got flaws. She’s got ambition. She’s so well written that I am so in love with her. No one’s Lily Evans has captivated me as much as CH Darling’s Lily.

Additionally, the fact that CH Darling started the narrative on the 5th year, meant that the story didn’t shy away from the arrogant toe-rag James Potter and I believe that CH Darling brought justice to Severus Snape’s character. Genuinely, I hate Snape but the multiple perspectives of TLE story - which does include Snape - has provided me with a far better understanding of his character than any internet annotation or analysis has done.

The characterization and growth of both James Potter and Sirius Black was handled well and not unrealistically. They were described as brilliant students and chronic pranksters, which CH Darling highlights and integrates into this series (something that I find is greatly missed by a lot of the earlier fanfics that depicts them as pranksters solely and not academically inclined which I disagree with). I love it! James still holds his prejudices towards Snape and Sirius toes that line between what he has been taught and what he has learned.

Remus and Peter are also given their own spotlight. I love how CH Darling explored the ramifications of Sirius’s betrayal and that it’s not just an “I’m sorry” and it is all better. I suspect that, if the author continues this series until the inevitably tragic ending, they will utilize that event as an important inflection point. I do hope they go on to write till that point because I want my heart to be thoroughly crushed. Peter’s character exploration borders on uncomfortable and resigned pity because dramatic irony understands where his character will go on to be and so you try to read between the lines of his perspective, waiting for that inevitable shift of his character.

What I believe really sets this series apart is the way CH Darling portrays the geopolitical climate of the Wizarding World as Voldemort comes into power. It’s all too familiar with our current state. The author makes the story relatable beyond the romantic themes and intrapersonal relationship dynamics.

I do have my fair share of criticism but for now, I must recommend this series because (while a WIP) it is sure to become one of the Marauder “classics.”

You can follow the author @chdarling and @chdarling-tle

The Last Enemy: The Howling Nights by CH Darling (complete)

It’s 1975 and war is simmering beneath the surface of the Wizarding world...but at Hogwarts, it’s magic as usual as the fifth years prepare for their O.W.L.s amidst politics, pranks, and other poor choices.

Severus Snape wants to prove his worth.

Lily Evans wants a fresh start.

James Potter wants Lily Evans, though no one is more surprised by this than him.

Sirius Black wants to write himself a new story.

Remus Lupin wants to survive the next moon.

Peter Pettigrew just wants to keep up.

But as tensions bubble over, sides will be chosen, friendships destroyed, families parted, and paths forever altered.

The Last Enemy: Dark Marks by CH Darling (on going)

It’s 1976 and the events of the past term at Hogwarts have left their mark on all involved. But it’s a new school year now, with new teachers, new rules, and new regrets. Yet as the war clamoring outside the castle walls grows ever louder, the students inside will learn that some marks are impossible to wash away.

[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.

[seleneprince]

Saw this on Pinterest and I couldn't agree more.

[sofiadragon]

Lily wasn’t a prefect, and she didn’t expect Snape to stand up to Mulciber and Avery - she was frustrated and angry that he hung out with people that hexed muggleborns with dark magic and called them mudbloods. Lily had her flaws but Snape didn’t respect her values and morals which is why their friendship ended.

I got a little mixed up with fannon in this post and I apologize, but Remus was a prefect for certain and Lily didn't seem to think he had a responsibility to stop the marauders from assaulting Snape in that moment. So, it's still hypocritical that Potter and Black are allowed to do real tangible harm to others while Snape is expected not only to be the bigger man and act better than they do, but also to either shun the people he lives with 10 months out of the year or somehow not be roommates with racists. The same roommates who are, supposedly, being at least civil to him which is the best he can get outside of Lily due to his poverty. We know Snape tries to defend himself and we see in the flashbacks that he isn't very effective at it despite knowing a lot of dark spells. Is it right for Lily to condemn the victim of serious bullying because he isn't a completely helpless doormat? Is it alright for the reader to ignore that she thinks Snape's suffering is funny? Is it alright that she doesn't try to counter the spells that are torturing her friend? Can the reader reasonably assume that she's seen simular things happen before and is blaming Snape and the Marauders equally?

Must we use retroactive guilt to blame Slytherin children for the actions they will eventually take as adults, but absolve those Gryffindors who act deplorably because one out of the four of them eventually cleans up his act? Sirius and Remus are bullying and baiting Snape up to their deaths, and the less said about Peter the better. Meanwhile Snape does seem to smother his desire to hex Lupin with professionalism and gently carries Sirius' unconscious body back to the castle in PoA where Sirius had been bumping Snape's head into the tunnel walls earlier. You must remember that while we know the future, the characters in those scenes only experienced time in regular linear fashion. Snape's morals first degrade, but then improve over time. The same can not be said for Remus Lupin. [Just every scene he's in for book 7 as evidence there. All of it.]

Are you under the entirely incorrect impression that I think either Lily or Snape must be 100% to blame for the friendship between them failing, and the other must be 100% pure and innocent? My post earlier today points out the ways in which Lily contributed to the break between them, but I have never said Snape was blameless. Only that Lily's expectations were unreasonable given Severus’s situation and that she contributed to their falling out.

I think having some flaws makes Lily a better character than the flat, featureless image of a selfless mother many fans depict her as. She clearly wasn't sainted, but that doesn't make her evil either. It makes her human. What a wretched thing they both are, to be human and 16 and unsatisfied with the world.

As for if she was a prefect: We do know Lily was Head Girl, and it seems as though being Head Boy or Girl requires having a leadership role of aome kind like Quidditch captain or prefect, but it is never confirmed in the books that she was a prefect (it also doesn't say she wasn't.) She could have been president of some club and that would satisfy the requirement. This is, of course, based on how real boarding schools do it and interviews JKR gave that are not "Alpha Canon." (Alpha canon being a common way many fandoms seperate the officially published books and movies from Beta canon which is all the other stuff online and in interviews.) Hogwarts could have no rules besides "the headmaster likes the cut of your jib" for who gets the honor, so yeah. Lily the prefect is not confirmed.