#severusXoc

[r0yalqueen]

Younger Severus

[celeste-aura]

Mood board for my OC Samara in my Severus X OC post war story.

Read it now on AO3 and Wattpad

[nyxakraria]

Narcissa Black is Pearl Grindelwald's lady-in-waiting and best friend! She and Lucius are the ones who encourage Pearl and Severus to have a relationship!

[randomcreator-09]

I'll need it for the next idea I got for another SeverusxOC

[cooking-manna]

Joven Severus Snape x Reader - Comida de piedra y alguien pide un deseo (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/G1nvbJwTnab

Este es el segundo capítulo pero antes de este hay un prólogo que no resubo aquí. En él aclaro cosas actuales y futuras de la historia para enterarte de todo mejor. Créeme, no tiene pérdida x’’D Byebye Petter~

Introducción: ¿Qué pasaría si una tercera chica se hubiera encontrado con Lily y Severus de niños antes de Hogwarts? ¿Habría influenciado en algo a sus vidas? ¿Y si esa chica es una Hufflepuff mas callada que una piedra? La historia inicia poco antes del primer año escolar de esta generación, en el 1971 Como el título dice es un Snape x Lector, pero... ¿Cómo si es un hufflepuff? Si quieres ver que les lleva a unirse a pesar de sus diferencias sigue leyendo ;3

[sad-bastard-art]

Nature Boy Ch. 1.

(- This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic, so please bare with me. Al the chapters will be based lightly on a Nick Cave song, ths chapter will be ‘nature boy,’:). Ellington Sprout is a sixth year Gryffindor, she tries to befriend Severus Snape, a gloomy sixth year Slytherin.--Will be updated weekly, asks are open, please leave a comment or a like, I would love to hear from you guys!._)

"Hey Nature Boy! Are you looking at me with some unrighteous intention?" Ellington Sprout waved at Severus Snape, a sixth year whom she had advanced Potions with. The boy shrunk  and scowled at her, "Me? I wasn't even looking at you." He spat. Ellington ignored his tone and walked over to him, they were standing in a calm corner in the great hall, where a grand Spring Ball was going on. Something that Dumbledore had organised as a way of granting some chill time for his students, since it was a very busy period of the year. The stress levels rose by those who had upcoming NEWTs and OWLS, nights were spend in the library or in the practice rooms, the students fought more and more and more landed in the infimary due to hexes. "Severus, please, I was merely asking you a question." She smiled kindly at him, he looked at her, confused to why the Gryffindor witch was still talking to him. "Why did you call me, and I quote,  'Nature Boy' ?" he tried to sound distant, trying to affect her behaviour. "Because you are standing up against the Pink and Purple wisteria, the Ball decorations, you see?" She explained, pointing at the plant behind him. "Oh" he sighed, "I'm sorry then." Ellington noticed he had let his guards down a little, which she was glad for. Severus on the other hand still couldn't understand why she would come up to him, he had known her for a long time, but never really spoke to her, she was a gryffindor after all.   "So were you?" she asked him again, handing him a glass filled with Pumkinjuice punch, he sniffed it looking at it as if it was poison. "It's just Punch, Nature Boy, If I wanted to poison you I would have done it more subtle." Severus nodded, sipping his drink carefully, "I was indeed looking at you, although it wasn't with unrighteous intention." He answered finally, think to himself: I was having thoughts That were not in my best interests to mention. "Then what was your intention?" she poked his arm, in a teasing way, curling the corner of his lips upward. Noting in her mind that he felt a bit scrawny,s urely she would take a look if he ate enough. "I was merely looking if you were enjoying yourself. Please, do excuse me, I have had enough of this Ball."  With that he left the room, leaving a grinning Ellington behind, this had been her longest conversation with the vicious Slytherin so far. As for the Slytherin himself he got lost in his thoughts, had she known that he was imagining himself next to her and Lilly at the ball? He had been looking at the friends the whole night, trying to dissolve in his surroundings. He hated the way he still felt drawn to Lilly, but it didn't escape his notice that Ellington was a fine witch herself. The complete opposite of Lilly to be clear, she had white hair which was shortly cut, framing her thin face. He had seen her running on the schoolfields in the mornings to keep in shape for her quidditch games and he had seen her studying at night with Lilly and the marauders in the library, her reading glasses at the tip of her nose. He couldn't figure out why she had come up to him, they hadn't talked at all, only the occasional nods or little grin she gave him in the hallways. Maybe it was all a prank, perhaps Sirius Black made her do it, or maybe she lost a bet? Surely she would have her reasons. ° "Please do explain, Ellington, why you have been looking at that greasy git the whole morning." Sirius pinched her side softly. "Sirius, my dear, that's none of your business." Remus chuckled and looked at them with an amused glint in his eyes. "You've gotten me curious too…" he inquired. She sighed, knowing that they wouldn't let it go unless she told them. "I've been trying to befriend him for the past months." Sirius burst out laughing, while Remus choked on his food. "You've what?" "Don't act like that! Just because you never liked him doesn't mean that I don't like him. I've been working with him in potions for about a year now." "But he's greasy…" "Is not." "Is," replied Sirius. "Look, I really don't care what you think, I'll be nice to Severus as long as I can, and you will not have any say in that."   With that the small but fierce Gryffindor left the Great Hall, getting on her way for her first class. What she hadn't noticed was that Snape had listened along to everything she'd just said. He was confused, didn't understand her at all and questioned her actions now even more than he had ever done before. Luckily his first period was potions, and since they had to work in pairs, he would try to pair up with her and get his much needed answers.

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Taglist: @obviously-best-potions-master :) 

[ambiguoussorceress]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Severus Snape/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Original Black Family Characters (Harry Potter), Black Family (Harry Potter), Regulus Black, Kreacher (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Severus Snape Has a Heart, Good Severus Snape, Young Severus Snape, POV Severus Snape, Severus Snape-centric Series: Part 4 of The rewritten tales of Severus Snape and Alhena Black Summary:

Severus Snape/Alhena Black (Black Family OC)

Nothing lasts forever. Clutch at dying leaves and they will crumble between your fingers.

[mysnarkyslytherinsecret]

Headcanon: Cuddling with Snape

“Today was haaaaaard.” You allow yourself a whine as you flop down beside him.

“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow. You’re not looking at him, but you can practically hear that eyebrow go up out of long-practiced habit.

“Don’t give me that.  Tell me a worse story about your day to make me feel better,” you moan, nuzzling into the folds of his teaching robes. Your fingers find purchase underneath them and your slip them around his slim waist.

“Well,” he starts, clearing his throat as he feels your grip tighten.  You can tell from the sound of his voice that he’s fighting a smile at having been hug-tackled. “To start out, I had at least three concurrent potions explosions in my first class of the day. Two children had grabbed the completely wrong ingredients and a third had nicked some of the wrong ingredient from one of the children.  Needless to say, a few children were sent to the Infirmary and I gave out no less than ten detentions in order to settle the class down after I’d finally gotten the unstable concoctions under control.  Would you like to hear more, or are you just trying to distract me from what you’re doing to my earlobe?”

You blush, caught at nibbling at the soft fold of skin that dangles down at the bottom of his ear.  For some reason, it feels so soft and comforting between your lips and you like the hum of satisfaction that you get when you trail kisses down his neck afterwards.

His arm is around you, then, and he is pulling you closer. “Don’t let me stop you,” he whispers huskily.  

You continue, rising up on your knees and brushing back his hair to reach the sweet spot around the back of his neck that makes him go all wobbly on you.  He moans, then, but it’s the good sort of moan, and then turns his head breathing heavily against the nape of your neck.  His lips are warm and firm as they press against your tired skin, and all thoughts of your stressful day seem to vanish into thin air.

His kisses are a promise of things to come, as are yours, but neither of you are in a hurry.  After all, it’s the end of a long, stressful day.

There is plenty of time to linger.

[nahoney22]

[septemberfire]

IT RAINS

Summary:

Severus Snape couldn't get over his shock when he heard his name being spoken by that muggle. Severus? Are you Severus Snape? Laurel knows about his childhood, she knows about his family, thanks to the stories of the old Tobias Snape. A Muggle caught in the midst of a war, in a world where her blood is considered worthy of total extermination. Severus will meet the only person who understands his past and is willing to stay by his side regardless of the consequences. Set during the events of Half-Blood Prince. SeverusxOC

Chapter 1

 

The Nursing Home

 

It was almost 8 am, Laurel was walking fast, trying to avoid the puddles of water that had formed on the sidewalk after the storm the night before. That summer had been unusually cold and cloudy, and that late July morning brought with it a particularly humid wind.

In one hand she held an umbrella and in the other a small bag with her lunch that that day also included a piece of chocolate cake that she would try to smuggle into the nursing home where she worked. Her most beloved patient was turning 68 today and she wanted to give him a little reason to smile, even if it was against the strict rules of the nursing home (no sugars, no junk food) She was also carrying a copy of the book The Twelve Caesars that she had begun to read to him a few days ago. Laurel was never particularly good in history class back at school; she had difficulty remembering dates and the names of empires and emperors were always confusing in her head. However, she never thought that after meeting old Tobias Snape she was going to spend the dead hours of the day reading him history treatises on the Roman Empire. He was obsessed with Roman history and Laurel wanted to please him.

Sometimes she doubted that the poor old man realized that he was living in the 20th century, Dr. Rosen had diagnosed him with early Alzheimer's and considering his history of depression and schizophrenia, Laurel believed that Tobias did not really realize that he had ended up in a government nursing home for more than a year.

Heavy drops began to wet the street again and Laurel protected herself with her umbrella just as she began to climb the long stone stairs that led to the huge grey-walled house on the top of a hill. Despite its gloomy appearance, the Guildhall Care Home had large windows that offered a wonderful view of the city and the River Thames as well as letting in during milder climates a fresh and clean breeze, perfect for the health of the elderly which spent the end of their days in the care of idealistic and candid young women like Laurel.

She had started working there two years earlier, after graduating as a nursing aid and moving to London from her native village of Hackleton. She missed her mother a lot, as well as the humble house where she had grown up with her younger sister Fern, but her work and the immense need to send money to her family did not allow her much time to go visiting. She sent half of her salary to her arthritic mother and her sister, who by now must be in her sixth month of pregnancy. The rest of it went to the rent of a small apartment she shared with two other girls. One of them, Rebecca, worked with her in the nursing home. Laurel giggled as she imagined her friend snoring in bed after her night shift ended. Their work was hard and exhausting, but Laurel was always smiling at the end of the day and she was always able to fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.

She shook off the umbrella once she entered through the massive oak doors and placed it on the umbrella stand in the hall where half a dozen of them were already piling up. She cheerfully greeted Edward, the head nurse in charge of her shift, and took her worksheet, checking it while she dropped her bag in her locker. She stared at her reflection in the tiny mirror attached to the inside of the door, her brown eyes quickly scanning her round, olive-coloured face as she rearranged the unruly strands of hair that escaped from her tight bun. She always wore her long dark hair in a braid that she then tried very hard to keep in a simple bun, however, she could not avoid Mrs. Caster's constant nagging about the importance of maintaining a hairstyle according to what a nurse's must be, immaculate and properly glued to the scalp. Laurel barely grumbled that she was not a nurse, and she was merely there to do all the work the immaculate Mrs. Caster did not deign to do: feed, bathe and keep company to the poor old folk that had been abandoned by their families. All this she grumbled to herself since she was the type of person who avoided any kind of confrontation and always preferred to lower her head and keep quiet. Rebecca always laughed whenever that happened.

- "One day you will explode and spill all that poison you have been piling up.”

The truth was that Laurel had learned early to control her impulses and hold back her resentments. Being the older sister, she had assumed the responsibility of taking care of her sister Fern while her mother worked and in a short time, she realized that complaining and getting bitter about little things were not going to make her life easier at all. Her escape route was physical labour and having the feeling of being useful to everyone around her. She went out of her way to please and many times, as Rebecca said, she forgot to put her needs before those of others.

She let out a resigned sigh when she saw her hair adamantly opposing her efforts to push it away from her face, so she crept out into the hall, taking care not to meet Mrs. Caster's disapproving face.

 

…

 

The timid rays of the afternoon sun flooded room number 14. The remains of a cake rested on a table next to a bed and a young woman was reading aloud.

- "And his beloved Agrippina gave him a son, named Drusus and he professed deep affection for her but despite this, he was forced to repudiate her ..."

- "Severus ..." - Tobias whispered, opening his eyes suddenly. Laurel stopped the reading and looked worriedly at Tobias's contorted face. She knew that sharp gaze that sometimes made her think that the old man was much more aware of reality than the doctors admitted. His eyes moistened and a few tears fell onto his pillow. Laurel put the book aside and took his hand as she did so many times before, comforting the poor old man when he remembered that son he had abandoned so long ago.

- "Shhh ..." - She whispered back patting him on the shoulder and squeezing his callused hands - "It's me, Laurel. Severus is not here, but if you want, we can see the photos from the album together.”

Several times a week this happened, a sudden awakening in Tobias's memory made him mourn uncontrollably over the loss of his family. She felt sorry for him, he was found sleeping next to some trash containers in the middle of the winter and taken to the care home where despite many attempts it was impossible to find the whereabouts of any relative. Laurel was already used to hearing the story of the Snape family, of how Tobias had one day met a sweet and shy young woman who had agreed to elope with him and leave her wealthy family behind. How he worked tirelessly to keep his wife and son afloat in a sea of poverty and how schizophrenia and alcoholism eventually led him to commit violent acts against those he loved the most.

Laurel went to the white closet that kept Tobias's few belongings, searched among the shoeboxes that, like old chests, kept letters, diaries and photographs, all of them vestiges of Tobias Snape's life, which kept his memories alive even when his mind was slowly fading due to time and disease. She found what she was looking for: a distressed black leather photo album. She took it to his owner and opened the first page. There in black and white a photograph of a couple: a tall man with broad shoulders next to a very thin woman, with huge black eyes and heavy brows. They were standing smiling by a river, waving at the camera.

- “Eileen, how young! How old you reckon she was there, Tobias? Twenty years?"

He was looking at the photo as if seeing it for the first time, with his plump thumb caressing the face of his young wife.

-“Cokeworth.”

- “Yes, Cokeworth. Some weekend we must go. I will speak with the director to organize a field day. " - Laurel said with a hint of sadness. If it were up to her, she wouldn't hesitate to take him to visit his old town, but she understood very well that Tobias would probably never set foot outside the care home ever again.

The next photograph was also in black and white. Young Eileen was sitting in front of a humble brick house. This time her smile seemed more languid; she rested her hand on her belly. She still could not discern any pregnancy, but Laurel assumed that she was already pregnant with her little child.

- "Is your Severus there?" She asked smiling at Tobias. He barely took his eyes off the photo.

- "Summer, Eileen."

- "You loved her very much, didn't you Tobias?"

Tobias's ability to hold long conversations had faded over time, yet the intensity of his gaze made it clear that he recognized and missed his wife. Slowly he turned to the next page, where he appeared, smiling and carrying a baby wrapped in blankets. Laurel had always been amused by that photo as little Severus, no more than a year old, sported a thick mane of dark hair.

- “Look how cute! The same hair as her mother. Hopefully he has more luck than you in that area”- she said laughing as she playfully rubbed his incipient bald head.

- “He's a wizard. Severus can do magic, just like his mother. "

Laurel studied Tobias's face carefully, surprised to hear him say an articulate phrase. His amber eyes were still fixed on the photograph. That had been the same story from the beginning: his wife and son were sorcerers, they could transform or disappear objects with magic wands, and they could fly on brooms. Dr. Rosen had concluded that this fantastic narrative was part of his hallucinations and despite the therapy and medications he took daily it seemed impossible to return him to a stable mental state. Despite being tempted to ask him why he believed his son could do magic, she decided to follow the medical advice and ignored Tobias's delusional comment. She turned to the next page where the first colour photo appeared and curiously the first one in which there were signs that something was beginning to go wrong in the family. The three Snapes were standing in their living room, behind them an old, faded sofa and a rather dilapidated wall. Laurel noticed the person in the middle, Severus was around 10 years old, with his pale skin and taciturn expression he was the spitting image of his mother; from his father he had only inherited his hooked nose. He was dressed in an old shirt that clearly belonged to his father since it was quite large, and his trousers were full of patches. Eileen was thinner than ever, and her black hair no longer had the shine it used to. Her smile had completely disappeared, and her eyes barely reflected a sad and sullen expression. Tobias was not even looking at the camera, his hand resting on Severus's shoulder in a menacing way. Laurel stared at the photo, absorbed. She always found different details every time she looked at it. She hoped to find some answer to Tobias's sudden awakening of schizophrenia. She could feel the sad bitterness in Eileen and Severus. Severus, his cold black eyes staring back at her and Laurel felt a sense of helplessness grow in her. That look conveyed great despair to her, the same despair she felt the day her father abandoned them when she was seven years old.

Tobias's hand stroked her cheek, brushing away the single tear that had escaped inadvertently. Laurel smiled sweetly and apologized to Tobias as she reached for some tissues.

- "Sorry, I don't know where that came from."

Tobias smiled back at her and looked back at the photo.

- “I won't see Severus again. I do not deserve it. You could not find them either. We are muggles, Laurel. "

- "Muggles? Non-magic people?" She asked as she blew her nose. It had seemed extremely strange that even when searching police files, it was impossible to locate Eileen or Severus but the administration had concluded that they had probably changed their name and emigrated or maybe Tobias had simply made up those names. Laurel knew that Tobias himself had named his son Severus, after the Roman Emperor. "Eileen wanted to call him Vespertilius, can you believe it?" He had told her once.

- "Yes, they call us muggles."

- "Tell me about the magic school, Tobias." – Laurel had decided that since Tobias was very willing to talk, it would be much better to go along with him.

- “Hogwarts! A castle where they go every year to study. I don't really know where it is, I've never seen it, but Eileen said it was gigantic… Severus went for the first time at age 11 with a neighbour girl… I don't remember her name… "

Tobias searched through the remaining empty pages of the album without success.

- “Here it was. I photographed it. The summer before they left for Hogwarts. Have you taken it? "

-"I didn’t. Maybe it got lost, Tobias, it's been a long time. " - Laurel answered.

-"Yes. A long, long time. I don't want anything else to get lost, Laurel. That is all I have left. " - He said pointing to the closet.

- "Do not worry, Tobias. I promise you that I will take care of all your belongings.” - She replied as she took the album delicately and carried it back to its respective shoe box. - “And what do they teach at the school? I would love to learn to fly on a broom ... "

She got startled when she realized that Tobias had gotten out of bed and walked over to her. His knobby knees made a lot of noise as he knelt beside her. With his shaking hands he began to search through the boxes until he found a pair of rolled-up socks. He carefully took out a small velvet bag from them. Laurel's jaw dropped as she saw a silver pendant emerge from inside it. The medallion looked quite old and was engraved with a family crest. Tobias adjusted it delicately around her neck with a smile.

- “It is the crest of the Prince family. It belonged to Eileen. Now it is yours. "

- "Tobias, I can't accept this. It is an antique." Laurel looked closely at the pendant and noticed the small emeralds that adorned the eyes of a snake coiled around the coat of arms; tiny carved letters formed the phrase:

“Ut Luceant in Tenebris. What does it mean?"

- "We shine in the Dark."

-"No, I am sorry." -She said trying to get the necklace off her. - “It seems quite valuable. I can't have it, Tobias, it’s yours, it belongs to your family. "

- "I lost my family, Laurel." - He answered - “You are the closest thing I have to a family. I want you to have it."

Laurel sighed and nodded, feeling very honoured by those words.

- “Thank you, Tobias, I'll take good care of it. Now, it is better to go back to bed. Let me help you."

…

That night, Laurel was getting ready to go to sleep. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she stared at the beautiful medallion Tobias had given her. The bright green eyes of the snake watched her, and she again felt that feeling of despair. She wondered where the Snapes had gone, where had her own father gone? She resignedly left the pendant on her nightstand and closed her eyes. It did not take long for the sleep to come.

…

It was early morning when Severus Snape finally sat on the edge of his bed. The small room was crammed with shelves piled high with books. The light from a single candle cast gloomy shadows on the decaying ceiling. His long black cape was tossed on an old armchair and he was removing his coat leaving only his white shirt and black trousers. The dark mark still stung after the meeting with his Dark Lord, but he was barely aware of it. His mind was entrenched in the depths of an oclumantic ocean that even Lord Voldemort was not able to penetrate.

He lay back on the bed staring apathetically at the dancing shadows in his room. He had already spent many days immersed in the depths of his mind and he knew that he must come out of that state, he must rest and return to being Severus Snape. The process would not be easy but certainly necessary. He slowly slid his hand under the pillow pulling out an old photograph. Lily's green eyes were smiling at him. They were both sitting next to each other in the old Cokeworth playground. Little Severus had an arm around Lily, and she rested her head on his shoulder. That was Severus' favourite photograph. The first they had ever taken together with a muggle camera and even though it couldn't move, the light in Lily's eyes was enough to give it a life of its own. Slowly he began to resurface from his oclumantic shelter. He allowed himself to feel and think freely again. Lily was his guide, the light in the darkness. He finally reached the surface.

- "Lily ... forgive me Lily."

The remorse with which he had learned to live for many years reached him first. His guilt spiralled out of control during the silent nights of sleeplessness and plagued him with sinister visions of Lily's lifeless body accompanied by the uncontrollable crying of her baby Harry. The night of October 31, 1981 had been etched in Severus' memory and was an indelible mark on his soul, much more painful than the dark mark on his arm. Severus closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but the memory of Lily's piercing gaze and his hatred of himself for betraying her were like a sharp dagger, stabbing him over and over again.

The fatigue was such that he was tempted to take a swig from the draught of living death, but before he could even reach for it, a silver light illuminated the room with blinding brilliance.

- "It's time Severus. In my office, if you don’t mind. "

Albus Dumbledore's voice trailed off as the silver phoenix faded into darkness. Severus Snape got up quickly and dressed with a slight wand movement. His long black robes swishing slightly as he disappeared.

[severus-please]

Chapter 6 of my SeverusxReader (kind of a SeverusxOC) fic is out, if anyone wants to read it! A little fluff, a little angst, and eventual smut 💚🖤

[r0yalqueen]

Inktober- Drip

[celeste-aura]

Hey! New chapter of my new Snape X OC is up on both Ao3 and Wattpad. Check it out guys.

[nyxakraria]

I made this drawing while writing another chapter of my severusXoc fanfic! Her name is Pearl Grindelwald! She is Gellert Grindelwald's only daughter and Severus's girlfriend! Her hobby is playing with Lily and the Marauders' sanity!

[amaryllisxseverus-blog]

Severus continued to walk at a steady pace, still in thought, when a small force pushed in to him.

“Ouch” cried a soft voice. Severus looked in front of him, a woman, who was now on the ground. Her luggage was sprawled over the ground, and amid everything that had just happened, she was struggling to get up. Great, another Nymphadora, Severus thought with a groan. Severus held out his hand to her and she took it clumsily. With significant effort on her part, she finally stood up and Severus was able to look at her more closely. The woman looked to be quite young, she was at least a foot shorter than Severus, with wavy honey coloured hair. She had an extremely beautiful face which made Severus wonder if she was a Veela and her skin was fair. His eyes travelled up to her eyes, the most striking feature on her face, they were golden brown.

“I am so, so sorry!” exclaimed the woman, “I think I packed too much…it’s just…sort of everywhere”. She looked hopelessly at the ground.

“Students are not to arrive until 7pm” said Severus shortly.

“Oh! I’m not a student! Though thank you for the compliment!” she laughed, “I’m actually going to be teaching Muggle Studies this year…I’m trying to find the staff common room”.

“I see” said Severus flatly. He tried not to let his thoughts wander to Charity Burbage, the previous Muggle Studies Professor, whose unfortunate death Severus witnessed.

“I’m Amaryllis Swan”, she smiled warmly at him, “Or Milly – I know Amaryllis can be a mouthful”. She laughed awkwardly.

“I am Professor Severus Snape,” said Severus, I teach –”

“Defence Against the Dark Arts” interjected Amaryllis quickly, she looked bashful, “I did my research on all the staff before I got here”. Severus inwardly groaned.

[cooking-manna]

Joven Severus Snape x Reader - Una niña en mi puerta (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/HceOnmyCnab ¿Qué pasaría si una tercera chica se hubiera encontrado con Lily y Severus de niños antes de Hogwarts? ¿Habría influenciado en algo a sus vidas? ¿Y si esa chica es una Hufflepuff mas callada que una piedra? La historia inicia poco antes del primer año escolar de esta generación, en el 1971 Como el título dice es un Snape x Lector, pero... ¿Cómo si es un hufflepuff? Si quieres ver que les lleva a unirse a pesar de sus diferencias sigue leyendo ;3