#severus Snape fan fiction

[redroses694]

Me writing my Snily fanfic lol

[weird-obsessed-girl]

Severitus Fic Rec/TBR

Here is a list of my Severitus TBR and fic recommendations, this will mostly have Severus adopting/taking care of Harry. Many of these will include Harry’s abuse from the Dursley’s so please keep that in mind as you look at this list.

This list will also require an open mind as I’ve included a few ships including Severus and other adult characters (and absolutely excluding any of the students I’m looking at you Snape/Hermione freaks)

Master list for fic TBR/rec

Organised by word count.

Resolution - DancingInTheSilverGlow

G | 1.4K # hopeful ending, angst, sev adopts baby harry

To be Loved - ladyofsilverdawn

T | 1.4K # A/B/O dynamics, angst with happy ending, fluff, adoption

Is it just you and me (in the wreckage of the world) - becarefulcontentspriceless

G | 2k | 2/2 chapters # found family, Minerva raises harry, sev turned against DE before lily’s death, still spy

Coming Out - JessalynMichele

G | 2k | Drarry # gay panic, fluff, coming out, humour, good Draco, sirius lives, good parent sev

Soulmate to the Mutt - Jelaine92

G | 9k | Severus/Sirius # soulmate au, fluff and angst

A House on Stilts - Boyvoids

11k | 1/1 chapters # suicidal thoughts, adoption, guardian sev, sev takes harry to the ocean

Severus Snape and the Burden of Responsibility - ThatGirlWithASquid

T | 16k | 5/5 chapters # found family, bedtime stories, harry gets love he deserves, light angst, adoption, kid fic

The adventures of Snape slowly adopting Harry Potter series by Flumet

G | 23k | 10 works/? # kid harry, fluff, domestic fluff, happy ending, accidental shenanigans

To Make A Home, From Shadows And Flowers And Love (Severitus For The Soul) series by Otaku6337

T | 27k | 6 works/? # hurt/comfort, smart harry, sev has a heart, family bonding, domestic fluff, good sev

Unsaid - Dianaartemis16

G | 35k | 10/10 chapters # father-son relationship, hurt/comfort, child neglect, pre-hogwarts

Calamity - MellarkandArt

T | 40k | 15/15 chapters # child abuse, third year, healer sev, courtroom drama, food issues, good friends romione, hurt/comfort

Bruised Words series by starknjarvis

G | 50k | 2/2 works # traumatised harry, harry has to live with Snape, sickfic, pre-third year, misunderstandings, found family, adoption

The Potion Master’s Second Chance - Thinksy

T | 620k | 85/100 chapters # time travel fix-it, mentor sev, canon divergence, sev adopts harry, slow build, wolf star bashing

[mitsuki91]

I updated the translation of my silly Severus/Lily Luna story 💖 the chapter was loooong and my time is always so short 😭😭😭

Well, enjoy 💖 let me know if you want. Please remember that this story has a huge element of silliness and that Lily is unhinged.

Tomorrow

Summary:

Lily was about to retort, when a sparkle above her head distracted her. The sparkle became a crackle, a flash, and then a dark shape.

"What the fuck...?" began Hugo, rising sharply with his upper body. Lily was about to imitate him when the sky exploded with a roar, and as she too screamed, something fell on her, crushing her back to the ground and knocking the breath from her lungs.

In a tangle of expletives, clothes and limbs, the stranger flinched enough to look at her, inches from her face.

Black eyes, wide and frightened. Raven hair tickling one cheek and short, quick breath.

Salazar. He looked familiar to her.

Link:

[spaz8550]

Daylight a Severus Snape fan fic

Previoous chapters:

1   2  3  4 

Ch 5 

The week leading up to Halloween Sinead was busy with decorations and setting up the festivities in the Great Hall. Severus only saw Sinead at meals and at night when they were together.

"Sev, have you picked out a costume?” Sinead asked coming into Severus’s room. 

“Costume?” He asked as she put her hands on her hips. 

“For Halloween? There is going to be feast and a celebration.” Severus looked up from his book with a scowl. 

“I don’t wear costumes. I’m sure other professors will not be joining in-“  

“Everyone else is wearing a costume. I have personally checked.”  

“Sinead, as much as your enthusiasm is well received by the other staff and the students I will not be wearing a costume.”  

“Oh, ok.” She said clearly showing her disappointment. “Well… I’ll leave you to your book.”  

“Your not staying?” He asked closing the book. 

“I should go work on my costume.” She said with a smirk before disappearing back into her room. 

The day before Halloween Sinead spent all day at the shop in Hogsmeade. She had released a new line of products and everything was flying off the shelves between orders from all over the world and witches making the trek to the shop in hopes of meeting her. Trent found it funny she was becoming a celebrity but that day a few Death Eaters appeared in the shop he began to fear for Sinead’s safety. 

“Hello, how can I help you?”  The shop was about to close. 

“Just looking around.” The taller man all but growled. Trent who was getting ready to leave the shop paused. 

“Oh forgot those notes I need to review.” He said walking back further into the shop and back towards the workspace. 

“All of the products over there are for the women’s line. The men’s line is over here and all general purpose items are in the middle of the shop.” Sinead said forcing herself to smile. 

“Not to many shops are open here. A young witch like you shouldn’t be left alone.”  

“I’m here all the time.” Trent said coming out of the back. 

“Hmm… why not pack things up and return to America? It would be safer for a mudblood like yourself.” The taller name sneered. Trent was about to draw his wand when Sinead mouthed no. 

“Sorry you feel that way. If you don’t like mixed blood wizards then maybe my shop isn’t for you.” Sinead said crossing her arms. 

“Wouldn’t want anything here anyway.” The shorter man said opening the door and slamming it shut as the walls rattled. The taller man sneered. 

“Watch yourself, mudblood. It would be a shame if something happened to you or this shop.”  Trent was about to open his mouth as the man stalked out the door. 

“Sinead, you really had to push them-"  

“They were going to have a problem no matter what we said or did. We need to up our protection spells.” Trent followed her lead setting an even more complicated spell on the shop. Sinead flooed back to the castle and Trent flooed home. When Sinead walked through the flood Severus was pacing. 

“Why didn’t you send a Patronus for help? Where were the Aurors? They are supposed to be protecting Hogsmeade?” Sinead frowned and let out a sigh. 

“Sev, this was going to happen. I’m honestly surprised it’s the first time they showed up and tried to intimidate me. Trent was there and everything is fine.”  

“Sinead, they would do horrible things to you if they could.” Severus said wrapping his arms around her shaking. “I was about to go there myself-“  

“Sev, it’s ok. I’m fine and maybe I need to close the shop earlier if it would make you feel better.”  

“Your safety is a priority. Even if Trent is there he wouldn’t be able to stop them. I doubt some of the Aurors would be able to stop them if they wanted to hurt or take you.”  

“Shhh…let’s not worry about that.”  

“Sinead, all I do is worry. Every time you leave this castle I worry.” He whispered as she rubbed his back. 

“I will be more careful. I promise.”  

“If anything ever happened to you I don’t know what I would do.” He said softly. 

“I worry every time you leave too.” 

That night Severus couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he saw Death Eaters torturing Sinead and he was forced to watch. After not being able to sleep he made his way out to Hogsmeade using an invisibility spell. He checked on the defenses of the shop and when he felt satisfied with his improvements he went back to the castle and worked in his study till the early hours of the morning and he made sure he returned to bed so Sinead didn’t wake up alone. 

Sinead’s fluttered open a small smile on her face and it faded when she saw how tired Severus looked. 

“You didn’t sleep again.” She said softly. 

“It’s fine. I’ll be fine.” 

“Severus, you need to sleep. Tonight you should take a sleeping draught. You need your rest.” He forced a nod. 

“Today is your big day. The whole school is excited for the costume ball.” Severus said changing the subject. 

“Yes, did you changed your mind about a costume?” He shook his head and Sinead grinned. “Ok, I made you something incase you did. It’s hanging in your closet.”  A rare smile crossed Severus’s face as he chuckled. 

“Don’t you know I need to keep my reputation as the most hated and feared professor at Hogwarts?” He said pulling her close. Sinead frowned. She hated when he spoke badly about himself. 

“Everyone does not hate you. Slytherin House respects you as do your peers.”  

“Sinead, I learned long ago I cannot care about who hates or likes me.” He said with a sigh. 

“Well… I love you. I have seen the real you, Severus and if more people saw that-“  

“No, that is not something I want to share with the world. I am not a people person, I never have and I doubt I ever will be. The world has not been kind to everyone, Sinead. You have led a charmed life where things have happened easier for you and people love you. Just walking into the room and smiling you win most people over.”  

“Oh, Sev. It’s not that always that easy-“  

“It’s getting late and we should get ready for the day.” 

Sinead nodded knowing that was his way of “ending” their discussion. It was a discussion she had tried to have several times before and it had always ended in a similar fashion. 

[celestialseawitch-ff]

Turncoats

🌟 New Story! 🌟

Rating: M Characters: Hermione Granger/Harry Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Past Minerva McGonagall/Tom Riddle Warnings: sex, mentions of past child abuse Summary: Lord Voldemort is resurrected at the end of the Triwizard Tournament. With his return, several long-held secrets are about to be revealed and Hermione finds that she is at the centre of many of them. In the face of so many horrible truths, the unlikely combination of Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Severus Snape rally together to keep her safe. Links: Blog | Ao3

[thesongthesoulsings]

I had to...

[siklo]

The only wip I have is the next chapter of my severity fic so here you go:

Narcissa fights to keep a smile from her lips as she watches half the occupants of the spacious elevator squirm in place.

Severus, the Goblin King Jared and his two royal knights; Lucius and herself stand perfectly still as the cage of gold and forged iron descends through the dark stoned belly of Gringott's caves and tunnels.

But Remus Lupin,Minerva McGonagall and Harry Potter can't hide their nerves, especially the boy.

He looks nervous and so eager,it really makes Narcissa happy for Severus. Here is this boy, the son Severus had fathered with the love of his life, and said son is almost vibrating in his skin with the eagerness to officially be Severus'

Narcissa looks to Lucius and he returns her stare with a warmth in his eyes only she can read. They too know how precious a child is when you have lost hope of ever having one of your own. She knows Lucius is just as happy as she, that Severus has someone to call family now.

Although the boy is not the only one, she smirks as she looks at the nervous Lupin.

The werewolf is barely containing his fidgeting better than the boy, but that is just the way with Griffyndors. Everything is all written over their faces.

Even McGonagall, who is infamous for her strict stoicism among the house of lions, worries her fingers into the front of her robes, a sign of her anxiety.

I tag @asikubi-soda

WIP 7 lines game

Rule: Share 7 or more lines of a WIP you've been working on.

@danpuff-ao3 thanks for the tag. Oh my. Does it count if it's not a WIP anymore, but finished?

Apart from the worldbuilding, I find myself really liking the snark in my most recent reveal, Repertum (Harry and Severus here):

"And it seems you have finally learnt some Occlumency," Snape continued, slowly dropping his hands, smirking at Harry. "How many jars of cockroaches did it take to knock that into your head?" Yes. That was Snape, alright, down to the biting humour, the hooked nose, the straight, greasy - feathery! – hair and the imposing stance in his heavy black robes. The collar was lowered, though, revealing slightly raised, keloid bite marks on the right side of his neck. And - the expression on the man's face was less malicious, as Harry had known, than triumphant - and was that - was that a hint of pride in these glittering black eyes? Well. Snape did ask. "None, considering that you managed to miss me even from that short distance," Harry snarked back. "A Healer without mental defences can't truly be trusted with confidential patient information, can they?"

Tagging, with no pressure, @renee561, @echoofawind @sniperjade @bluesundaycake @ttime42 @bintemuhammad <3

[iamnotthenewwriter]

A Second Chance

Prompt suggested by @maelove1819

Part One

Harry didn’t know when those feelings had started exactly, he didn’t know when he stared feeling bad for Draco, when he started sympathizing with him, when he started making up all those excuses for the blond acting that way, when he wanted to forgive Draco because he truly didn’t care about anything that had happened before that day.

He didn’t care about what Draco did, Harry knew it wasn’t the male’s fault, he knew that it was just because of his family, because of his father and he had been stuck in that situation with no way of being able to escape his fate.

Draco was just a victim like the rest of them, he would have never chosen to do what he had to if he had been free to do so but things happen and he came to the conclusion that he could forgive Draco because it wasn’t his own fault and because even though he didn’t want to admit it to himself he had feelings for Draco.

Harry didn’t know when he started felling that way towards Draco but he couldn’t change that, he could only try and speak to Draco and hopefully the blond would resonate with him and they could end up being both on the right side before the war that he knew was imminent.

He didn’t want Draco to be on Voldemort’s side, he wanted to save him before saving himself and the rest of the wizarding world.

For the rest of the story search #a second chance on my blog

[drnecolii]

targeting my fellow snape simps/fans/apologists/supporters yet again (I love yall)

PLEASEEEEEJHDHSHSVSVS DO YOU GUYS KNOW OF ANY GOOD SEVERUS SNAPE X READER FANFICTIONS??? PREFERABLY ON QUOTEV OR WATTPAD??? AO3 IS GOOD TOO BTW I JUST USE THOSE TWO OTHER SITES MORE!!!

[mitsuki91]

Thank you for the tag! 🥰🥰🥰

Last line I think was from "Tomorrow", a Severus/Lily Luna story only in italian for now... I translate for you all:

Lily smiled at him, delighted, and the two of them began to study without distraction.

As I said in the other tag game, please link me your fic because I don't know who write what 😂

Last sentence tag game (not matter if fanfic/fandom or original work). I got tagged by @sanguine-tenshi @dragonflylady77 @lorifragolina. Thank you,guys! &lt;3

Post your last sentence, then tag as many people as there are words.

"His gut tells him Cherry Lane hides something ugly behind its door - and Jim already met it."

I'm not tagging that many people, only a few, because I'm lazy right now. Tagging, without any pressure but with hugs: @ihni @bigdumbbambieyes @thissortofsorcery @aeon-of-neon @chrisbitchtree @callieb @suometar @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger @passivenovember @strangerqueerthings

[starrylayle]

Regulus’ character in fanon is so funny coz — guy who gets abused by his parents? Gets peer pressured to join the death eaters? Highly intelligent? An excellent potions master? Like babe ur describing kid Snape u can come out of the closet as a snapie I promise u are still loved (maybe)

[mitsuki91]

Also... If I start to translate my Severus/Lily Luna long fics? Someone would be interested? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 I have the monster one with 80+ chapter and also I have another little silly long one... All wips... But maaaaaybe if I see someone read them I could find a way to continue to write (in august maybe since... Work)... Mmmmh... Let me know 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

[spaz8550]

Daylight- A Severus Snape fan fic

Previous chapters: 1   2   3

Ch 4 

The weeks leading up to Halloween were filled with excitement for both the students and faculty except Severus who seemed to be dreading the ball. Sinead was spending hours planning the ball. When she wasn’t teaching, her apprentices were coming to the castle to work with her in her study so she could plan the ball. Albus was in a pleasant mood humming and the free elf Dobby who was helping plan the menu for the feast was in out and out of the rooms bringing dishes to try. Minerva and Filius offered to help decorate the Great Hall and some hallways freeing up some of Sinead’s time. Sinead’s plans were full scale and Dumbledore was impressed with the student drawings and costumes he had seen at the workshops he had walked through. Each costume workshop was full and Sinead held an information session that almost every student attended. 

Severus was walking the halls when he heard a group of girls whispering about surprise guests at the ball he was about to start deducting points when he spotted Maggie and Caleb entering the castle. He didn’t have the patience to deal with the woman and quickly disappeared before they saw him. Maggie glanced around the hallways Caleb holding her hand tight. An Auror who worked with Tonks had walked them up from Hogsmeade before they needed to return to their post. 

“Mommy, I love it. I want to go to school here.” He said looking around. 

“Let’s see if I remember the way…”  Maggie stopped and looked around. She noticed a short man that she assumed must be a Professor. “Hello, sorry to bother you. I’m looking for Sinead O’Neil. I’m her friend Maggie.”  The man nodded and smiled a bit. 

“I’m Professor Flitwick.”  

“You teach Charms.”  Caleb said excitedly as the man grinned. 

“You must be Caleb. Sinead speaks about you all of the time. I’ll show you to her office. Hogwarts can be difficult to navigate.”  The professor lead the way chatting about the castle and pointing things out. Caleb was in awe at the decorations and Maggie smiled knowing her friend must have loved setting this up for the students. “Well, this is the hallway to her classroom. I have a lesson I need to be teach in about 10 minutes or I would bring you to the door. It is the third door on the left. I sent my patronus along. It was nice to finally meet both of you and I hope to see you at the ball.”  With that he hurried off. 

“Mommy, let’s go!” Caleb said running down the hall mixing in with the students that were now in the hallway. 

“Caleb!” Maggie started to panic not seeing her son. “Caleb!”  Maggie tried to move through the crowd of students to see Caleb scamper into the office without knocking. Maggie made it to the doorway several moments later to see Caleb perched in Sinead’s arms while Sarah and Max worked in the adjacent classroom. 

“Mommy, I found her! Auntie, I have missed you so much. Bill has been reading me to every night but he doesn’t make the silly voices like you do.”  Max snickered a bit as Sarah chuckled. “Auntie, we met Professor Flitwick. He was telling us about Hogwarts but he had to teach his class. Can I stay and see you teach a class?”  

“Oh, Cal… I taught a class this morning. But I have a tutoring session later if you stay for dinner. Maybe if you stay for dinner in the Great Hall you can stay and help me tutor.”  

“Mommy, can I? Can I have a sleep over? I want to sleep over in the castle! I want to sleep over in Gryffindor tower, maybe can I stay with Harry and Ron.”  

“Cal, that is a lot to ask. Yes, you can stay for dinner but no to a sleep over and I’m sure Harry and Ron will not want you up in Gryffindor Tower and I’m sure that’s not allowed. Come give me a kiss and a hug, I guess I’ll go and get ready for a date night. Sinead, are you sure-“  

“Professor O’Neil, I hear you had some guests.” Professor Dumbledore said from the doorway as Caleb gave his mother a quick kiss and hug. 

“Professor Dumbledore, you’re famous!” Caleb said half in awe. 

“Maggie, I can walk you out. I’m sure Caleb will enjoy his time here.”  

“Excuse me, Sir. I have a question.”  Sinead bit her lip trying not to laugh. “If I come back for the Halloween ball do you think I could maybe have a sleepover in the Gryffindor Tower if Harry and Ron let me?”  Albus chuckled as Maggie frowned a bit. 

“I’ll talk to your mother and Harry while I think it over. Enjoy the time in the castle.”  

“Thank you, Sir.” Caleb said with a wave. Sinead chuckled as Maggie was ushered out of the door by Albus. Sinead kept Caleb entertained in the classroom for the remainder of the school day. When it was time for dinner Caleb walked up to the Great Hall with Sinead. As they entered the Great Hall Harry and Ron came over. 

“Hi, Caleb. Professor Dumbledore said you would be here. Would you like to sit at the Gryffindor table?” Caleb looked to Sinead who nodded. 

“Go ahead.” Caleb followed Ron and Harry to the Gryffindor table as Sinead walked to the head table. Sinead chatted with the other professors and they all commented on how quickly Caleb was fitting in at the Gryffindor table. 

“If he stays here with his mother. I’m sure he will be sorted into my house.”  Minerva said as Filius frowned. 

“Maybe he would be sorted into Ravenclaw.”  

“From what I see he could be a Gryffindor but he may be more of a Ravenclaw like his aunt.”  Albus said as Sinead smirked. 

“I had almost forgotten you tried on the Sorting hat.”  Minerva said with a chuckle. “I imagine you would have made a decent Gryffindor too.”  

[ensnapemysenses]

Bittersweet Beginnings

This is the highly requested part 2 to The New Potions Professor! I highly suggest you read part 1 before you read this one as it is a continuation! I apologize that it took so long, but it's finally done!

Minors DNI 18+ Only

Synopsis: With your impending graduation date soon approaching Severus Snape breaks your heart once again. Years later you see him again in the least place you'd expect, a meeting of The Order of the Phoenix. You enact a plan to get revenge, but it soon goes south and you fall head over heels for the heavily guarded man once again.

Notes: Reader is 18 years old and a 7th year student at the start of the fic and Snape is her Professor (he's 21 at the start of the fic), Preestablished relationship (See part 1), reader has a vagina, use of she/her pronouns and references to the reader with feminine terms such as lady etc.

Warnings: NSFW, questionable morals, age gap (two and half years), student x professor, pet names, master kink, unprotected sex, fingering, semi-public sex, arguments/yelling, overprotective Sev, if I missed anything let me know!

Genre: Smut, a bit of angst, happy ending though!

Word count: 4,948

Tagging: @smilingformoney because she requested this the most lol I really hope I did it justice!

Each of your detentions with Severus had been better than the last and still, you continued to act like a brat in his classes and he happily continued to dish out the devilish punishments. The only problem that faced you both was your ultimate graduation in a few weeks' time. You’d had several job offers, but none of them felt right, not yet. You were holding out hope for anything that would allow you to continue having your secret meetups with Severus. Hope has been running rather thin lately and both of your nerves were rather shot. You’d been fighting more than normal and you were beginning to question if Severus was worth all of this. Sure, the sneaking around was fun, but what would it become when it was no longer something deemed worthy of concealment and questionable morals? You had been of age the entire time, but still, seeing a professor behind the backs of everyone was nothing short of a rush of adrenaline. Would that feeling go away after your graduate? Would Severus break your heart again, or would you break his this time?

“You need to learn to behave, little slut. What are you going to do when you graduate and your master’s not here to punish you?” Severus tuts, ramming into your hole with delicious force threatening to split you in two as you snap back to reality.

Your eyes roll back in your head and the only thing that tumbles out of your mouth is incoherent nonsense. The ball of pressure swells in your stomach, you’re right there on the edge again and you need release so badly, but Severus refuses to give it to you. Groaning your hips snap up searching for anything to get you off quickly before he can deny you your high for the third time tonight.

“Words or I’ll make you use them,” he demands. 

“I — don’t — know!” You screech through his thrusts. “I need you, Sev! Please let me come!”

“I think you’ve performed well enough, pet. Come for me, darling,” Severus demands.

Back arching off the desk, your hips meet in one last thrust as your high pulses through you like lightning. Fireworks explode through you and your breathing stills as you work your way through the pleasure, finally gasping for a breath of air as you come down, your face contorts as one last ripple pulses through you as you feel Severus come with a guttural grunt. Several moans reverberate through the room as he paints your walls with his come.

Severus chuckles and slows his assault on your hole, a whimper escaping your lips at the overstimulation as he withdraws and lays beside you on his desk casting a cleaning spell and redressing you both. As he gazes up at the ceiling of the cold, dimly lit potions classroom, he conjures an image of the night sky outside. Throughout his life, the stars have always provided him with comfort and strength. The strength that he so desperately needs right now to do what he knows is the only way forward. The only way that things will work out for you in the end.  “You need me, huh? Well, I don’t need you,” he says finally, cringing at how harsh it sounds.

“What?” you question, tears brimming your eyes. “You don’t need me?”

“No. I have to have you,” Severus says, wiping your tears away. “I simply cannot live without you but I think I’m going to have to learn how to again.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to hold you here, I want you to find your own path. I want you to follow your dreams and your passions. You can’t do that if you are attached to me. I’m bad news. Bad things are coming. It’s faint, but my mark is returning.”

“The fuck?” you whisper, your eyes falling on his left forearm. Sure enough, you can make out the remnants of a black smudge on his arm. It doesn’t wipe away when you touch it.

“He’s not dead,” Severus whispers. “He can’t be or this would be gone completely. He’s still out there and you can’t be associated with me. He will return.”

“I don’t care –”

“I know, but let’s just enjoy the time we have left together, okay?” Severus says softly. “Please, promise me after you graduate, you won’t come looking for me and you won’t get hung up on me.”

Swallowing down everything screaming at you to stay by his side, to protect him, to hold him close and say he’s being ridiculous, but you don’t. “Let’s enjoy the time we have left,” you agree, a feeling of dread growing in your gut.

~~~

“Remus, Sirius,” you say in greeting, grasping each of their hands in a firm shake. “It’s nice to see you two again.” You hadn’t seen either of them since your school days and even then it was only in passing, you knew of each other, but never really knew each other.

“You as well,” Remus smiles, leaning down to kiss your hand gently bringing a blush to your cheeks. He had always been quite the gentleman and fairly handsome. You’d had a crush on him once upon a time during your first few years at Hogwarts, before – no you refused to think of that bitch. Fuck him.

“Kreature!” Sirius calls. “Take these bags up to the guest room. So, your first Order meeting?” Sirius asks presumably. 

“Yes, I just recently joined though I’ve always been very adamant about my views. Dumbledore persuaded me, said my new position at the Ministry could prove to make me very useful.”

“He’s quite good at that,” Remus chuckles, placing an arm over your shoulder. “Here, let me give you a tour while Sirius here gets back to cleaning his pigsty of a home with the rest of the ladies in the meeting room.”

“Hey!” Sirius says, jabbing Remus in the side. “Fuck you, mate! When you’re done playing house how about both of you come to help us out.”

Remus and Sirius throw around a few more lighthearted insults and you giggle along. It’s nice to feel welcome and included after spending so many years in isolation focusing on your career. You wish this meeting could be for happier reasons, but with You Know Who having returned, it really puts a damper on things knowing that a war is coming anytime.

“So what have you been up to after graduating from Hogwarts?” Remus asks. “You were three years behind us in school weren’t you?”

“Uh yeah, I was,” you say counting the years back in your head. “I went off to work at the Ministry immediately. I took a temp job at first and worked my way up to my current position in the Department of Mysteries. What about you?”

“Oh,” Remus starts, his gaze lowering to the floor. “I’ve been unemployed most of the time due to my – illness. I taught at Hogwarts for a school term, but my illness got the better of me. Enough about me, though. What exactly do you do at the Ministry?” Remus jokes with a smile.

“Can’t say,” you laugh. “But, of course, you already knew that.”

“Caught red-handed,” he belly laughs, his hands thrown up in the air in defense. “Ah, here we are. This is where you’ll be staying while you’re here,” he says pushing open the large mahogany door. “I’m the door to your right if you ever need me… for anything,” he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I better be off. Gotta go help get everything ready for tonight. See you later?”

“Yeah, see you later,” you smile, deciding to use your spare time before dinner to shower and freshen up. Remus has only gotten cuter with age, perhaps it’s time you allow yourself the chance to move on from him. Given his current allegiance you are positive you’ll never see or hear from him again. Good riddance.

It turns out you were wrong. So very wrong. 

As soon as you walk into the kitchen downstairs, you feel his dark orbs following your every movement, but you refuse to even spare him a glance. Instead, you throw yourself on Remus, laughing, joking, and flirting with him the entire meal. Fuck him. He deserves to rot in hell. You’re going to make him regret ever letting you go.

“Snivellus, you old lap dog,” Sirius jeers, taunting him during the meeting after the children and other non-members cleared out after dinner. “How is your master?” he sneers, spitting in his direction.

“I am loyal to Dumbledore,” Snape says emotionlessly. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

“Report in Snape,” Remus demands, ignoring the rising tension in the room. “What new information do you have for us?”

“I hate to come here empty handed but unfortunately I don’t have anything new to share.”

“Hiding something are ya, Snivellus?” Sirius demands, his voice snaking around the room.

“No,” Snape responds, his hand twitching, ready to grab his wand and fight to the death if it comes to it.

“Alright you two, stop fighting like ex-lovers,” you scoff, placing your hand over Remus’s and rubbing his thumb gently with yours. “Do continue with your reports.”

“O- of course,” Remus stutters, continuing on with the meeting.

You listen half-heartedly, trying to focus on what Remus is saying, but really, your attention is fixed on Severus. You can see him out of the corner of your eye, squirming in his seat, and you can't help but smirk to yourself. You had been so wrapped up in him, so sure that he was the one, only to be left heartbroken and alone. Now, you thought it was time to show him that you could move on, that you had not one ounce of love left for him.

Seeing him doubled over in the corner in an attempt to make himself small and disappear you have no doubts that he will scurry away the first chance he gets. He’s always been nothing but a coward and you can’t help but feel a bit of satisfaction seeing him like this; nothing wrong with pretending Remus is your boyfriend for a few hours, right? After all, he deserves nothing less than seeing you happy and in love with someone else. So, you scoot closer and closer to Remus until your bodies are as close as possible in your separate chairs. Severus’s dark orbs never leave you, his gaze constantly burning your skin.

As the meeting draws to its close, you begin formulating your escape plan, deciding to rush back to your room as quickly as possible. Remus has other plans though, pulling you to the side and away from the crowd.

“How was your first meeting?”

“It was fine, I suppose. A bit overwhelming. I’m actually pretty tired, I was thinking I would head back to my room for the night.”

“Mind if I join you for a bit? It’s a bit crowded and loud down here. I - I enjoy talking to you,” he says a blush creeping up his ears.

“Sure,” you smile, gripping his arm. “Lead the way.”

Remus begins to lead you through the crowd but abruptly stops when Severus blocks his way. 

“Mind if I have a chat with the lady?” he sneers.

“You two know each other?” Remus questions, his eyes wide as he senses the ever-growing tension. 

“Yes,” Severus says, “and I would love to catch up with her.”

“Of course, I’ll see you later then.”

“Fuck off,” you say, pushing past him and up the stairs to your room, attempting to shut the door behind you but Severus sticks his foot in the doorway.

“It’s been a while,” Severus says. “Please, just let me in. I want to chat somewhere in private.”

“Fine,” you huff, crossing your arms as you let him inside and shut the door behind him. “Five minutes that’s all you get.”

“I’m sorry, I was so wrong to let you go again. I’ve regretted it every single day.” Severus stares at you, waiting for you to speak, when you don’t he tries again. “I’ve followed your every movement since you graduated but I’ve been too cowardly to attempt contact until now.”

“Stalker now, huh? Four minutes.”

Severus starts talking faster, he knows you weren’t kidding now when you said he only had five minutes. “No, no. It’s not like that. I wanted to make sure you were safe. I wanted to apologize. I wanted to make things right. I am truly sorry.”

“Two minutes.”

“You know what! Fuck you!” Severus screeches. “I don’t even know why I thought I’d get anywhere with you. You’ve always been such a stubborn brat. That must be your middle name, huh? Or maybe it’s ‘ruin Severus’s life’ cause that’s all you’ve done since I’ve known you!”

“Oh really! I’ve done nothing but ruin your life! You’re the one who has pushed me away not once but twice! No, fuck you, Severus!”

“I know! And I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Both times have been to protect you from me! I don’t deserve love, I don’t deserve you. You’re right. You’ve always been right! I’m nothing but a traitor and a coward and now I’m giving my life making up for my mistakes!”

“What do you mean you’re giving your life?” you ask, eyebrows furling.

“I gave my life to Dumbledore,” he whispers. “In exchange to protect you, to keep you out of this shit! But he got to you too! You shouldn’t be here, this war doesn’t concern you. I fucked up, I fucked up so bad when I was a kid. I can never right those wrongs. People died because of me, fuck he’s back partly because of me too! I just wanted to keep you safe –”

You don't know what possessed you, but before you know it, you're kissing him with an intensity you thought you had lost forever. His lips feel soft and inviting against yours, and you get lost in the moment, feeling a warmth and happiness that you thought was lost in the past. You feel a deep connection to him that you never knew existed, and you revel in the sensation of being in his arms. As you deepen the kiss, you feel as though you're coming back to life and out of the darkness you’ve been trapped in for years.

“Fuck, I hate you, Severus Snape,” you pant. “Isn't it strange that we keep returning to this place of love and hate?”

He stands there, his gaze imploring you to hate him. His voice is soft yet desperate. "I'm asking you to really mean it," he continues, "to take out all of your frustrations on me. I deserve it for what I have done." His eyes are wide, his expression a mixture of sadness and guilt. He takes a deep breath, his chest heaving with emotion. "Please," he whispers, "I need you to hate me. It's the only way.”

“I can’t,” you admit.

“Please, try.”

“I’ve tried and I can’t.”

“We can’t be together.”

“Who said that other than you?”

Severus stops, his lips pursued together. “No one,” he says finally after a long silence.

“Exactly. Stop overthinking everything, Severus. What do you want? I want you to listen to your heart,” you plead, poking him hard in the chest. “What does your heart say?”

“My… heart?” Severus asks, clutching his chest. “I can’t hear my heart over the screaming in my head that tells me I need to stay as far away from you as possible to keep you safe.”

“Enough!” you shout. “Just get out if you want nothing to do with me.”

Severus stands, his fingers lingering on the doorknob as he hesitates. He knows he should turn it and leave the room, but something inside him can't make himself do it. He pauses for a moment, weighing his options, before finally giving in and turning the knob. He takes one last look around the room before taking a deep breath and stepping out into the hallway. His heart plummets in his stomach and he turns around. “No, I can’t leave you like this,” he mutters, shutting the door behind him again and standing in front of it, unsure of what to do with his body. “I was right before, I can’t live without you. I have to have you.”

He could feel his heart racing as he stepped closer to you, the voice in his head telling him to stop and turn away pushed further and further away until it was barely a whisper. He was drawn to you, captivated by your beauty and grace, and he could no longer resist the temptation. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and brushed his fingers lightly across your cheek. His touch was gentle, like a feather, and he felt you leaning into it. He smiled softly and bent down to kiss you. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do, brat,” he taunts, his words lighting a fire deep within you.

“Show me all we’ve missed then.” Your eyes sparkle with promise, but your cheeks blush a little at the implication behind your words. You start walking back towards the door, taking a few steps before stopping and turning back around to face Severus, your eyes flashing dangerously.

Severus watches you saunter towards him. His cock has never been more ready for this moment. The blood rushes through his body as if his body is actually feeling the force of his arousal. He grabs you roughly and pulls you close, pressing you up against the wall, just short of where you can reach him. Your arms come around his neck, holding on tight as you press your lips hard against his. You kiss him deeply, your tongue exploring his mouth as your hips begin to grind harder against him. Severus groans and starts grinding against you, driving himself closer to you. His hands slide under your skirt, squeezing your ass. You bite his lip as you continue kissing him. You want so badly to rip off your clothes and throw them across the room; to strip yourself naked and beg him to ravish you.

You slowly release your hold on him and push him away, breaking the kiss. A wave of sadness crashes over you as you feel the warmth and passion leave him, leaving him cold and alone again.

“Let’s go downstairs and make some noise, Severus.”

He looks at you, astonished. "But what about the Order? They are still down there!"

"Trust me," you say taking his hand and leading him down the stairs.

The whole time, Severus stares wide-eyed at you, mesmerized by the change that’s happening in front of him. You don’t even look at him. Instead, you stare straight ahead, like prey keeping a watchful eye out for their predator. You know that if anyone spots the two of you together, the jig is up and you won't get to have your fun. Luckily, you manage to maneuver your way around the crowd thanks to the tour of the house Remus gave you earlier. 

“In here,” you whisper ushering Severus into the broom closet that just so happens to share two walls with the meeting room where everyone is blissfully unaware of them.

Severus catches on quickly, muttering a silencing and concealment charm to further hide your whereabouts. “You want to fuck me in a broom closet? In Sirius Black's house? With him just a room over?”

“Yes,” you breathe. “And I need you to help me do it without anyone finding out.”

That gets his attention. It doesn't take long before he moves closer, kissing you hungrily. His hands wander down, seeking you out. You aren't sure if it was a part of his charm or simply because he wanted to fuck you and make up for all the lost time as fast as possible. Either way, you didn't stop him when he pushed you against the wall, the brooms clanking to the floor in the small space as he tore off your underwear and stuck a finger between your legs. It did nothing for a moment, allowing you time to adjust to his thick finger but soon he began curling it, searching for that gummy spot that would have you writhing in pleasure.

It was heaven. Everything about this felt right. The cinnamon and herbal smell on his clothes; the frantic pounding of his heart; the sultry sounds escaping from his throat. The hot intensity of his skin pressing against yours; the feel of his still-clothed cock rubbing against your thigh. His hand moved slowly up your body, lingering on your breasts as his fingers caressed your nipples. Your toes curled as pleasure shot through your whole body.

His hand continued to travel upwards. You tilted your head back, welcoming him to gently squeeze your throat, wearing his hand like a necklace proudly. 

You had never experienced anything like this. Never had a man taste, touch, and kiss like Severus Snape. Never experienced how everything inside you reacted to his touch. How it quivered through your body with each soft brush of his fingertips driving you mad.

You closed your eyes and arched your hips, grinding on him. Moaning softly into his mouth, your nails dug into his shoulders. It was almost too much, his warmth invading your very soul. And then another finger pressed into your entrance, slick and warm, making you whimper and squirm beneath him. His other hand left your throat and cupped your breast, teasing your nipple.

The waves built and broke, becoming more intense than ever before. Severus started moaning your name into your ear. There wasn't any thought in your mind, no care for what might happen if you were discovered. All you can think about is the pleasure you are currently experiencing, nothing else matters.

Your hands claw at the shelves, searching for any sort of leverage to hold yourself upright on shaky legs. He snakes his hand behind your back, holding you in place and giving you the support you were seeking moments earlier, allowing you to fully focus on your climax. Which comes hard and fast, your juices flowing out thick and staining Severus’s pants as you continue to grind down on his thigh. “Fuck, give me a minute, Sev. It’s too much,” you cry out and Severus slows his movements before removing his fingers from you. The absence leaves you feeling empty and cold. “I need you, Sev. Please fuck me.”

“Needy brat,” Severus huffs, dispelling both of your clothes with a simple spell. His hard cock is red and leaking already as he lines himself up with your entrance. “Okay?” he asks as he slowly slips into you.

“Mhmm,” you whine as he slowly starts moving, his pace increasing bit by bit.

It didn't matter who knew about this, if you were caught, or if they saw what you were doing. It didn't matter. This was everything. When Severus wrapped one leg around yours, driving himself deeper inside you, thrusting and squeezing as hard as he could, it all became meaningless.

His body bucked against yours, driving deep and fast. His muscles flexed as his legs tensed and drew you in tight. You started shaking, shuddering beneath him as your second climax approached fast. It didn't seem to affect him at all. If anything, he tightened his hold and sucked your neck harder.

Then he was shaking uncontrollably as well, both of you on the edge, seeking relief. He lowered his forehead to press it against yours. "I love you. I love you forever and always,” he whispers, grunting as he continues to fuck you.

“I love you too, Sev.”

The rumble coming from his chest and throat was enough to make your insides go wild. Your fingernails left red lines on his shoulders as you held onto him for dear life. Gripping your ass, he slammed into you again and again. Filling you with so much lust and passion, you would've done anything for him. No one else in the world mattered except Severus, taking you with all the ferocity of someone who was scared of losing you.

With a screech you both come at the same time, Severus gloriously painting your walls with his come as you tighten around him. He pulls out and his slick and yours run down your legs. It’s a beautiful sticky mess showcasing all of the passion you’ve both been keeping buried and locked away for years.

“Maybe the sounds coming from here,” you hear Remus saying from outside the broom closet.

“Fuck! I thought you put up a silencing charm,” you whisper, hitting Severus in the side.

“I did.”

“Then why isn’t it working?”

“Because I set it up so that Remus and Sirius could still hear us a bit, but no one else. Don’t worry, the concealment charm was set for everyone, no one will see us even if they open the door.”

“Severus Snape!” you exclaim, slapping him. A gasp escapes your lips as the broom closet is opened, light seeping in.

“Hhmm,” Remus says. “It’s empty, Sirius. You must have another boggart somewhere we are hearing but something has definitely been in here. Look at that shit on the ground.”

“Ew,” Sirius says. “Looks like come. That is disgusting,” he gags. “I’ll get Kreature in here to clean it up and go hunt for a boggart I guess.”

Remus slams the door shut and the two men’s voices outside fade away.

“Severus! Oh my god! That was so close!” you shout. “How naughty of you!”

“Hey, you’re the one who said we should come downstairs and make some noise. Or have you forgotten?”

“Fuck you, Sev,” you grumble, kissing him on the cheek. “Now clean up this mess, please.”

~~~

“Oh, Severus! What are you doing here so early?” Molly asks, finishing up breakfast and passing out the plates.

“I slept over.”

“I didn’t know you were staying last night, dear! Where on earth did you sleep?”

“Oh, um…” Severus’s eyes search for yours for help.

“He slept in my room,” you say with a shrug. “We’ve been together for… a while.”

Remus chokes on his tea and he and Sirius exchange a glance, their expressions unreadable.

“Oh really! Congratulations! You make such a cute couple!”

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Weasley!”

Severus grumbles some thank yous and sips his coffee. 

“You’re dating Snivellus? You could do way better than him,” Sirius scoffs, resting a hand on Remus’s shoulder. Remus brushes his hand off as he stands.

“May I have a word really quick?”

“Sure.”

“What was the deal with last night? Why were you leading me on? That was a low blow,” Remus says softly.

“I - I know and I’m sorry. Severus and I had a fight, I was trying to make him jealous. It was wrong of me to do that to you. Please forgive me.”

“No worries. I always had a crush on you when we were in school, by the way,” Remus smiles. “I wish you two the best.”

~~~

“Honey, what are you doing here?” Severus asks, looking up from grading papers in his classroom late one night.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh really?” he hums, placing his quill down. “Do share.”

“I think this will suffice,” you say handing him a parchment which he unrolls to read.

“You withdrew from your position at the Ministry? Why on earth would you do such a thing? I thought you loved your job.”

“I did, but I don’t see a future there for myself anymore.”

“Why is that? What changed?”

“Well, Sev. I - I’m pregnant.”

“What? Are you really?” Severus jumps to his feet when you nod and scoops you up into a hug. “I must hide you. No one can know,” he says suddenly very solemnly.

“Why not?”

“I’ve got to protect you and my unborn child now. No one must find you.”

“Sev, we aren’t doing this again. I’m staying with you, I’m staying here at Hogwarts.”

“What?”

“I’ve already talked to Dumbledore. He’s getting us a bigger living area set up and he’s offered me a job as Minerva’s assistant. It’s all taken care of.”

“Of course, he wouldn’t tell me any of this,” he grumbles.

“This was all on me, Sev. I wanted to tell you.” 

“So when do you begin?” 

“Monday.”

“So we’ve got approximately two days before the whole castle knows I have a girlfriend and that she’s pregnant? Great. I can sense all the rumors already.”

“Hey don’t think about that right now, Sev. Just think about us starting our family. You’re going to be a great dad.”

“I sure hope so.”

“You know, it’s a bit bittersweet,” you say softly, staring out into the night sky from one of the small windows.

“How so?”

“To bring a child into the world when it’s in such turmoil. I’m happy, but we are in for a wild ride.”

“We’ll face it together, honey. I promise. I’m done being a coward. I’m done running.”

“Good, 'cause if you pull that ‘I’m protecting you’ shit again, I won’t come back this time. Got it?”

“Got it.”

You lied. You know that you lied so very hard. No matter what, you’ll always be pulled back to Severus like the ocean gets pulled back into itself as the waves crash upon the shore. You’re connected, intertwined, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Who knew banging your professor could turn out so good?

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Sneak Peak on a WIP 👀

Hermione’s eyes were heavy and her chin resting in her hands, her elbows on top of the book in her lap, when the basement door slammed open. She jumped up as Walburga began shrieking. Professor Snape whipped his wand towards the portrait and it was immediately silenciod.

“Professor!” Hermione exclaimed and hurried after him as he made his way to the floo in the drawing room.

“Go to bed, Miss Granger.”

“Wait! Professor, please, I need to ask you something.”

“How unfortunate for you since it is summer and I am not in any way required to listen to your incessant-”

“-Professor, please!” she cried.

Professor Snape came to a stop. He released a long, loud breath of air and then spun around. “Quickly.”

Hermione gasped, stunned she managed to sway him so quickly. “I just- I need to know if it was a warning. Are you- am I becoming evil?”

Professor Snape blinked slowly. “What?”

“Professor, please-”

“-Be direct, Miss Granger. I am not going to stand here and puzzle together your thoughts.”

“The book!” she all but shouted at him. “The book you sent me! I read it! Because of course I read it. Am I a dark witch? Is that why my magic feels this way? Why I’m angry and mean and awful?”

“What. Book.”

Hermione blinked quickly. She held it out for him. Professor Snape looked alarmed as he took the book on dark magic.

“Where the blazes did you get this?”

Hermione stared at him. “It- did you not send it to me?”

He stared at her in wide-eyed horror. “Why on earth would I send you a book?”

She frowned. “Who else would send me a book like that for my studies?”

“Studies?”

She gestured. “That’s what it says on the inside.”

Professor Snape opened the book and his face paled dramatically at the words inscribed there.

Hermione stared at him. She’d never seen so much expression on her professor’s face. Just as the thought crossed her mind, his expression fell away. He was occluding, she thought. 

“Professor… did you not send me this book?”

[marriso1]

A very much deserved first real christmas

Snapes POV:

The malfoys had revoked his gift giving rights to Draco the moment he’d been born, claiming that he wouldn’t be able to match a gift to their standards. This didn’t bother Severus as they were most definitely right and thus didn’t mind once they forged his name down on a present they picked themselves.

So, there stood Severus in the middle of Hogsmeade without the slightest idea of what to do. Severus needed to make sure the gift he got for Harry made up for the many years he went without. He refused to return home without securing the best for him. Severus decided to think about the things Harry had taken an interest in, DADA, magical history, art, and unfortunately quidditch. He had gotten some books pertaining to the first two. Two focused on the research to be studied surrounding the subjects while another set he had bought were more childlike flip books, including nicely drawn illustrations and glittery pages. Severus decided on buying Harry a sketchbook with graphite and watercolor supplies. He ended up buying several different sketchbooks as they came in different sizes and had particular uses. The art supplies were the best he could find, nothing professional as Harry was very much a child, but nice nonetheless. Severus decided on getting Harry a broom, nothing too complicated, but with add ons to provide Harry with more safety. Harry was ten after all. Severus mainly just hated seeing him in any kind of pain, so he was naturally nervous about him being so infatuated with quidditch.

Severus had felt quite satisfied with what he had gotten Harry, and yet he hadn’t felt as if his duty was complete. He felt as there was something else he needed to get for him. Something that surpassed the gifts according to his likes, he needed to buy something of greater sentimental value. Severus was more practical, relying on ethics and such rather than emotion, especially in his later adult years. Yet, he knew exactly what he should get for Harry.

Severus found himself wandering down a toy isle, and there lie the perfect option. A stuffed bat that smelt of rosemary, by the looks of the stuffed animal it had been handmade, it was beautifully crafted. As the two had grown closer, Harry had begun to tease Severus, remarking that he was like a giant bat. He found himself fondly thinking of Harry’s progress so far. When he had first been introduced, he had been quite quiet, flinching at every raised hand, tiptoeing through the house. Harry had worn a solemn expression. An expression that had quickly faded as he got used to Severus. He had become quite loud, which Severus hadn’t minded and would only not mind if it was Harry. You could hear his footsteps from a mile away. He’d practically climb on Severus now, as Harry saw him as his outlet for comfort. Again, Severus didn’t mind that Harry’s main love language seemed to be physical touch, nor that it had been him to receive it. Of course, it would only be Harry who would be allowed to hug him, or lie next to him as a storm raged on outside. He thought of the bat as the perfect present, as it was symbolic of how far he had come and how much he’s grown into his own person, not the shell he was molded into. He had also taken into an account that Harry was quite clingy, so the stuffed animal also serving as a reminder of Severus would serve as extra comfort. Although Harry had become comfortable with Severus, he had still ways to go with others, particularly adults. Most kids had tormented or avoided him, seeing him as what the adults would whisper about him. Adults however, were far more harmful. It took a lot of self control not to deal with Harry’s relatives himself.

Suddenly, on top of all his previous gifts, Severus had found himself shoveling a treacle tart, a fine selection of winter sweaters and jackets, a variety of wizarding toys, and a gingerbread house kit into his inventory, along with several types of wrapping paper. He found that he wasn’t frustrated with the hole the venture had left in his wallet.

He was however, appalled with himself, especially the night he set the gifts out. He had gone into the trip with getting a singular gift in mind. The christmas tree which he and Harry had picked and decorated had what looked like a mountain of gifts piled under it. He wasn’t regretful of the gift amount of course, as he couldn’t see Harry’s first real christmas going any other way. Or any future ones for that matter. The warm feeling brought upon him couldn’t smother the desolate feeling when thinking about Harry’s past christmas experiences. He had been forced to watch his relatives open their luxurious gifts while he’d been gifted the likes of tissues. No matter what it took, Severus would make sure to always have gifts prepared for Harry. It hurt him to know that Harry would never enjoy the belief of Santa claus. Petunia had him wrap his cousins presents since his was quite young.

It was early christmas morning and Severus heard Harry’s footsteps come downstairs and freeze as he made it to the living room. He turned to see the child’s mouth wide open, his face portraying a state of shock. Severus had waited until the night before christmas to put the gifts under the tree.

“What’s all of this doing here?” Harry questioned.

“It’s for you, Harry. You didn’t think you’d go without some gifts today could you?” Severus answered.

If it was humanly possible, Harry’s jaw dropped even lower. He walked over and stood in front of the tree, taking in the sight before him.

“Some?” Harry teased.

“All of this. All of this is for me?”

“Yes, every single last one.”

He watched fondly as Harry opened every single gift, gasping at the unveil of each present. Severus watched his smile grow even bigger once he mentioned the treacle tart in the kitchen. You couldn’t imagine his surprise when Harry had went upstairs to return with exactly eight different christmas cards. Each with their own unique designs and individual passages of writing. He was wished about several Merry Christmases. Harry explained that he couldn’t choose just one. Severus had his favorite of the cards, of course. It had been the one featuring himself and Harry. It had detailed how much Harry’s life had changed since moving in with Severus, and how happy he was to have him. It remarked adventures the two had gone on, and some of their favorite memories made together. He could feel his expression soften once more, a smile forming on his lips. He gently thanked Harry and went to grab a purposely hidden present under the tree.

Severus watched as Harry had unwrapped it. There was no reason to explain the gift as the moment Harry had seen the stuffed bat it was as if he understood immediately. He watched a little notice escape from Harry’s mouth before his eyes began to fill with tears. Severus reached for Harry, who had welcomed the embrace immediately. Severus tightly held Harry, knowing that if he’s done anything right, it would’ve been this. He had realized nothing had made him Happier than seeing his boys face light up the way it did today. It was as if the sun itself been in the same room as him.

As they both grew older, Severus found the people he needed to christmas shop for increase. He’d been granted gift giving rights by the Malfoy’s again. He’d couldn’t also help getting trinkets for each of Harry’s friends besides Draco. Books for Hermione, chess sets and candies for Ron, trinkets for Luna, herbology equipment for Neville, wizarding robes for both Draco and Blaise. Being a parent sure had made severus soft. No matter whose presents had entered the area under his tree, the majority would always contain things for his son.

Harrys POV:

Harry groaned in a fit of frustration as he racked his brain over what he could possibly gift Sev for christmas. I mean, he was ten after all, it wasn’t like he had money lying around to buy Severus something. He also doesn’t have the free range he used to have with the Dursleys, so he couldn’t exactly leave to go find something on his own. Harry would rather not find someone else to accompany him to the shops either, as he didn’t really trust anyone, let alone another adult, that wasn’t Sev. After all, no other adult had truly proved themselves to be quite trustworthy to Harry, and he wasn’t sure if anyone other than him ever would. Harry had planned to make pastries but decided against it as Severus didn’t like for him to be in the kitchen unsupervised. Despite Harry’s insistence that he was skilled in the food industry, Sev had downright refused to let him cook like he used too on behalf of his safety. This left Harry feeling frustrated because he wasn’t trusted. He was a child but he was a mature one at that. He could handle a few burns. Yet, a part of him feels warm when thinking about new rules like these being in place, as it meant Severus cares about his safety.

The week of christmas Harry had finally came to a decision, he was going to make Sev a christmas card. He thought of it as a lousy gift compared to everything Sev has done for him, but Harry would find a way to make it up to him. Although, he couldn’t exactly do much housework as payment as Severus forbid him from doing basically anything. It was as if he was quite the opposite of the Dursleys and their expectations, which had proven to be both a blessing and a curse. He was incredibly thankful to not be forced to do extreme labor, but Harry found himself missing certain aspects of freedom he had once had. If he wasn’t completing the chores Vernon or Petunia assigned to him he was often left to his own devices. He was basically allowed to go anywhere he wanted without supervision as long as he wasn’t interfering with the Dursleys. Now that Severus had custody over him Harry wasn’t allowed to leave the house without him. Although, Harry found his time spent outside to be a lot nicer with Sev around, and again, it was nice to be a priority in someone’s life for once.

Despite the card being the gift Harry had decided to go with, he was quite anxious about Sevs reaction. He had tried giving cards to his relatives once, it hadn’t ended well. Petunia had let out a laugh at what she called a pathetic excuse for a birthday card and had thrown it out in front of him. Vernon had gotten angry, taking his own card as a joke, which ended in Harry picking up what was left of the paper while sporting a new mark on his chin. Thus, Harry was even more motivated to make Severus the perfect card. A card that wouldn’t be described as pathetic and such. The first design he made contained a christmas tree with green and silver ornaments decorating it. Harry wrote it off as too basic and restarted. The second was centered around potions, having a cauldron as the main illustration at the front of the card. Harry dismissed this card too, Sev quite enjoyed potions but not as much as he did defense, so Harry decided to focus on that. The third card consisted of wizards fighting off a cloaked bad guy. Harry thought this was too off topic. The fourth combined defense and christmas, replacing the wands with candy canes and the wizards being decked out in holiday gear. Harry didn’t fully like the card, as he felt it was too much. The fifth through seventh cards consisted of combinations of defense, potions, and christmas. The eighth however, depicted two poorly drawn illustrations of Harry and Severus decorating the christmas tree together, the art inspired by the two decorating earlier on. After finishing that one, he laid each card out on the rug of his room, taking in and judging each one. After much consideration, Harry knew he couldn’t choose just one, rather he must choose them all. Each card had aspects the others missed out on, and thus multiple cards had in a way, made the perfect card. He couldn’t shake the nervousness that came with the last card as he thought Severus would think it to be too sentimental, it included memories the two had shared and described funny moments the two had experienced with one another. Harry would just remove the card from the stack once he gave it to him.

Harry felt a twinge of guilt for not being able to gift Severus anything more extravagant. His measly cards didn’t compare to the house and attention Sev had given Harry the privilege of. There wasn’t anything he could do about it now though. He just hoped the cards made Severus happy enough.

Finally, it was christmas morning. Harry woke up with a start, excited to give Severus the cards he crafted for him. He opened his door as quietly as he could and listened in for Severus, unsure on whether or not he was awake yet. He figured Sev was up once he heard the shuffling of dishes in the kitchen and decided to head downstairs. Harry stopped in his tracks once he arrived at the living room. He felt his jaw drop. What stood before him were mounds of presents under his tree. Who were these even for? Harry had never felt so confused. He turned towards Snape who had been awkwardly standing on to the side of the couch.

“What’s all of this doing here?” Harry questioned.

“It’s for you, Harry. You didn’t think you’d go without some gifts today could you?” Severus answered.

If this wasn’t some sick joke, this may be the first time Harry would be getting presents on christmas. He strode over towards their tree, taking in what was in front of him. It was as if there was a never ending amount of presents, more than even Dudley had been gifted.

“Some?” Harry teased as he had no idea how to even respond.

“All of this? All of this is for me?”

“Yes, every single last one.” Severus responded.

Harry had recieved several books surrounding DADA and the history of hogwarts. He had gotten books full of writing and others with pretty pages and exciting drawings. Sev had also gotten him sketchbooks which he was most thankful for, he used up the last of the paper he had making the cards for Severus. They came with art supplies that had Harry gawking, he never got the chance to use anything other than a pencil. Even at school no teachers had trusted him enough with anything fun. He audibly gasped at the sight of the broom he unwrapped, stoked that he’d have the chance to learn how to fly before enrolling in Hogwarts. It was perfect. The next gifts he opened turned out to be a plethora of clothing, all being sweaters and jackets. Harry had found himself being the type to be awfully cold no matter where he had been, so more warm clothing was much appreciated. He was also gifted several cool magical toys that had soared, screamed, and glowed. Even the gingerbread kit he got seemed to have magical touches as the box explained it would come alive once it had been constructed. Harry felt himself light up even more, which he hadn’t thought to be possible, at Sevs mention of the treacle tart waiting for him in the kitchen.

Harry had almost forgotten about the christmas cards he had made! He went upstairs without a word and quickly snagged the cards from his dresser upstairs. Once he came down and gave the cards to severus, he anxiously watched the man go through and read each and every one. Harry hadn’t expected the man to read through each card, but was greatly appreciative and partly embarrassed that he didn’t. Harry felt himself freeze once he watched Severus take in the last card. Due to all of the excitement, he must’ve forgotten to separate that one from the rest of the batch. Harry held his breath, expecting a negative reaction from him, whether that be a good laugh at Harry’s feelings or awkward silence. What if Harry had overestimated how close they were? What if the card overstepped his boundaries?

All of the fear Harry had felt initially dissolved once he saw Sevs gaze soften, a gaze completed with a true smile that made Harry far happier than the gifts had. He resisted the urge to immediately jump into his arms and cry out of sheer happiness, he was too old for that. He was too old to cry.

Despite Harry thinking he got through all of the gifts, Severus brought out another from the back of the tree. He guessed he had just missed it. Harry untied the ribbon that had closed the box and taken off the lid. It was as if there was a river trapped behind his eyes, only to be let out at the sight in front of him. He held a handmade stuffed animal, a bat. Harry knew that ever since Severus had taken him in, he had become quite clingy, which was quite the opposite of how he had behaved before. He knew this bat had meant to be a symbol for how much he’s changed and how close the two had become. Harry felt as if the bat served as a reminder of Severus, as he had previously teased him about his extreme resemblance towards the animal. Harry couldn’t help the tears that were now streaming down his face. In the corner of his eye he noticed Severus gesturing for him to come over and Harry immediately obliged, sinking into his side. Harry had never felt happier, for once someone had cared about him just as much as he did them. He finally had his person. Someone he’d come to for comfort and help, a parent to hold him through a rainy day.

Harry hummed to himself as he poured the chocolate cake batter into the pan. He and Sev had been relocated to the order headquarters for the time being. This new arrangement wasn’t that great, and Sirius and Sev had been at each others throats every other day, but things worked out. Sev was leaning against a wall in the corner, watching Harry bake and sipping coffee. The morning was still fresh, as the two were early risers, enjoying the quietness the dawn had brought them before the others were to come too. They coexisted in comfortable silence, opened gifts and cards lying on the free space of the counter. Harry had already made Sev his own pastry, a coffee cake, which had been next their things. He was gifted his own food instead of sharing it with the rest of the order. Their once quiet holiday had spread over to many others, and although that quietness was more limited, the extra company was most enjoyed by them both. The two made their way to the sitting room as they heard shuffling coming from upstairs, chances are they would be opening even more presents very soon.

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