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[fannedandflawless]

Snape’s Tuesday Resentment Schedule

(Because bitterness carries over.) “Meals are not for joy. They’re for survival—and scowling through it.” —Snape, probably

6:00 AM – Wake up. Remember it’s only Tuesday. Resent that.

7:30 AM – Breakfast: toast. Burnt. Just like his hope.

8:00 AM – Pass a Gryffindor in the corridor. Deduct points silently.

10:00 AM – Mark homework with contempt and a sharpened quill.

12:00 PM – Lunch: something beige. Consumed in silence.

1:00 PM – Attend staff meeting. Regret existence.

4:00 PM – Brew something complicated. Refuse to explain it.

6:30 PM – Dinner: tea and unresolved feelings.

9:00 PM – Sit in silence. Catalogue disappointments. Sleep scowling.

He eats. He grades. He regrets. Repeat.

[dranna]

The Half blood prince

‘Take it… take ..it . Something more than blood was leaking from Snape. Silvery blue, neither gas nor liquid, it gushed from his mouth and ears and his eyes.’

a quick, 1 hour long sketch ~ line arts and doodles are available on my Kofi <3

~ commissions open | prints | links ~

[pr-olvdr]

damaged

i need some snape friends. anyone wanna be mutuals ? snutuals ? that doesn't sound quite right

[anaki-boo]

If I draw het, it's usually something sentimental or dramatic. So, I present to you the Snagers on their golden wedding anniversary.

My dear old insufferable know-it-alls

[eastons-creations]

Any one else not understand why the whole hbo snaps casting is such a big deal? I’m confused. Obviously I would be behind Adam driver in the role, but I’m not like mad about the casting?

Is it a race thing? Or is there an actual reason why people are upset other than he’s black now?

[psdrawsthings]

why snapegang if we have death eaters literally🧎‍♀️🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

[afterdark777]

He looked at me emotionless with his dark aburn eyes and his blank mouth.

"Thank you professor?-" I hope he takes the bait.

"Snape. You may call me professor Snape."

After dark // Chapter I :

This is a small Severus Snape fan-fiction I’m working on. I have a lot of chapters drafted and I’m hoping for constructive criticism and feedback <3 Includes slow burn smut and heavy romanticism.

*disclaimer: My character is of age, there will not be heavy triggers or abuse depicted in this story. This is from the viewpoint of an INFP character. I do not own any of the original characters. All rights can suck my d*ck because JK is a pos.(for legal reasons I could be joking) (/nj) *also how does on do italics on tumblr? My story is much better with italics*

Readers POV:

It was a cold late summer night. Earlier I had received news I was being transferred to Hogwarts, English school of witchcraft and wizardry. Previously, I had attended the Beauxbatons academy of magic, it was quite pleasant. Many beautiful females, entrancing magic acts, and wonderful support from professors and peers. It was much needed treatment after all I had been through the previous years. It felt nice to be in a place where the points on my ears were socially acceptable.

Late spring

  Screeeeech! The train was painfully loud. God this is so unlike me, I can't believe I missed the other train! I thought to myself as I was sitting impatiently. The train was quite quiet and dim at this time of night. It was amusingly peaceful, the soft horn blaring in the short distance, the noises of the engine and the wheels hitting the steel mixed with a sort of melancholy energy floating through the cabin I was sitting in. The room was quite spacious with a big. beautiful window, the seats were faux leather and redwood. My suitcase was also a redwood finish, it looked nice against the olive color carpet underneath my feet.

I could get used to this.

   Screeeeech! "Aherm- ladies and, well.. lady. This is the final and last stop. Doors are located to your left." Here I go. My familiar, Natas, stretched and awoke from their slumber, grabbed my suitcase with their tail and followed me down the steps. "I can get that my love." I whispered to Natas as I lightly tugged the handle from the grasp of their long soft tail.

   Natas was a wonderful gift to me. Literally and metaphorically. I found them hurt under a blackberry bush in the middle of a rain storm near Oregon. I had no idea that I could find their species back in my hometown, so I was a bit confused with how to properly nurse Natas back to health. I had called up and old friend who gave me a couple books based on fantastic beasts. Luckily, with some miracle, Natas survived and I was blessed with a loyal companion for many years. I don't think I would've survived without them.

  I stepped lightly down the steps of the wood carved station, and dismally acknowledged the fact that I had also missed the last carriage.

"It looks like it's time to practice my Apparition, you in?"

I looked at Natas with a small grin on my face. They purred in response and curled themselves between my legs. "Here we go."

"Apparatus"

I landed peacefully infront of a crooked bridge with an even more crooked awning. It was weirdly liminal. I was infatuated. As I crossed each plank of wood beneath my feet, it creaked louder and louder. The moon was out full, and the smell of rain lingered on each blade of grass. The wind howled for a moment, as if it was calling out to someone. I had walked halfway over this dense bridge when small warm lights appeared in my vision.

Oh my, this is more enchanting that I would have imagined.

The mountain parted and a stone structure was peeking out from behind. As I walked with the twisted and curved boards, the building was starting to take shape and transform. Beautiful stained glass windows, stone gargoyles flying high to guard the castle -

Oh shit, I totally forgot.

I grabbed a potion from my satchel. I had been working on this one to sneak into public libraries after hours without being detected by cctv and other muggles walking about. When I realized I was leaving late from home I snatched it in hopes it would become useful against my arrival becoming impaired by any persistent guards.

I drank my potion and continued to walk past the gate into the main court of Hogwarts lightly, my anxious thoughts were interrupted by a dark smooth voice.

"You must be the late student. Do spare me with your name, Follow me."

This man turned towards the stairs and flicked his long black cape behind him.

"Yes sir."

I replied lightly. I felt a tension in the room get a bit smaller. As he led the way, we were passing beautiful mosaics with moving parts, I couldn't tell if they were real or enchanted. Paintings from the 16th century, artists such as Leonardo da Vinci, Salvador DalI, Rembrant and so many more I didn't recognize covered the walls. The candelabras were absolutely astonishing, I adore a good candelabra. The cold breeze snuck in through the empty windows between the stone arches, climbing around the pillars, it smelt like cold fresh flowers. Lavender. The stars were shinning bright, reflecting off of the stone paths outside. Again, my thoughts were interrupted.

"I can see you are preoccupied with the scenery. I do hope you remembered your way to your dorm. Since you have missed the dinner as well as the beginning of the year house placement for your year, you will be shacked up here; in this single room. Do be mindful of Moaning Murtle. The first years will be sorted into their houses tomorrow morning. Professor Dumbledore will reach out regarding your house.. status."

He looked at me emotionless with his dark aburn eyes and his blank mouth.

"Thank you professor?-" I hope he takes the bait.

"Snape. You may call me professor Snape."

I lightly grinned. "Thank you snape. I assure you I am grateful for the wonderful tour." I said with a smirk and light hearted sense of encouragement. "Have a wonderful evening."

   He nodded slowly and turned around, once again flicking his cape but more delicately. I politely shut my door and threw my case onto the floor, and my body onto the queen sized bed.

   "Natas. Come on out now" I murmured. They stretched from my pocket and became their average size. "Hope no one saw you, they'd be so terrified no students would want to talk to me." I said with a smile. Natas rolled their eyes and nudged my head, then nudging my pillow. I understood what she was telling me. I turned off my back and onto my stomach, reaching over the soft satin sheets and past the red wooden bed frame to grab my case, I struggled for a second wiggling my fingers at it like that would help. I felt my wand poke my lower back and it dawned on me where I was, so I reached for it and forced the case to come to me. I slipped into my silk nightgown, I traced the lace delicately as I laid my head upon the golden pillow with tassels. Natas started purring and I faded into my dreamscape.

           This will do.

[dancerinthesky]

Drilling canon Harry Potter content into my head so that I can stay sane and sensible at my graveyard shifts in the Marauders fandom.

Warning: the tags got genuinely stupid im sorry i'm so sleepy

[fannedandflawless]

Snape’s Morning Routine

6:00 AM – Wake up 6:01 AM – Glare at the ceiling 6:05 AM – Brew disdain 6:30 AM – Iron robes using sheer spite 7:00 AM – Mentally prepare to tolerate Gryffindors

[dranna]

What heart does such eyes hide?

“O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show! Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, A damned saint, an honourable villain! O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell; When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh? Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace!”

― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

~~~ Hello hello hello! I’ve successfully passed my diploma (wheee!). So I’ll be back with regular drawings soon <3

[marauroon]

𝟏 𝐭𝐨 𝟏𝟎𝟎 — 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃-𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 (𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜).

your second year at hogwarts is filled with expanding friendships, established routines, and… oh, right. they’re still here.

eventual james x fem!reader | 5.8k | series masterlist.

main masterlist.

CW | the marauders are arrogant twats bc they’re 13 years old, snape gets bullied, remus is a werewolf (surprise)

The summer had been peaceful. You, Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas had kept in touch through letters, swapping stories about your holidays, complaining about homework assignments set before term had even begun, and, in Lily’s case, venting about how her sister was acting now she was home. It had been nice—quiet, even.

Now, as you step onto Platform 9¾, the familiar rush of excitement settles in. The scarlet Hogwarts Express looms ahead, steam curling into the air, and the chatter of students fills your ears.

You spot Lily first, her red hair unmistakable even in the crowd. Marlene isn’t far behind, already pulling Dorcas into a hug. Within minutes, the four of you are together again, grinning and catching up as though no time has passed at all.

The train ride itself is blissfully uneventful. You find an empty compartment, settle in, and spend the first half of the journey munching on Pumpkin Pasties while Dorcas recounts her disastrous attempt at brewing a Forgetfulness Potion over the summer.

Lily nearly chokes on her Chocolate Frog laughing, and you lean back against the seat, content.

But, of course, it can’t last forever.

A loud, echoing bang erupts from somewhere further down the train, followed by a shriek and an explosion of laughter. Familiar laughter.

You don’t even need to look at the others to know you’re all thinking the same thing.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” Lily groans, rubbing her temples.

“They’re back,” you say grimly, as if announcing the return of an ancient evil.

“Did you think they wouldn’t be?” Marlene snorts.

Dorcas sighs. “I was just hoping for one peaceful train ride,”

Another round of raucous laughter shakes the carriage, and you swear you hear James Potter’s voice carrying over the chaos.

You close your eyes. You knew the peace was too good to last.

—

By the time you reach the Great Hall, you’re feeling optimistic again. The train ride was one thing, but surely, in a room packed with students, the boys’ presence would be more bearable.

You settle at the Gryffindor table between Lily and Dorcas, Marlene across from you, and let the warm, golden glow of the floating candles and enchanted ceiling soothe you.

The hum of conversation fills the air as students chat about their summers, first-years eye their surroundings in nervous awe, and plates begin magically filling with food.

And then—they arrive.

The doors to the Great Hall swing open with a bang, and James Potter and Sirius Black stride in as if they own the place.

You swear they’ve grown at least two inches over the summer—not just in height, but in ego. James has his hands shoved into his pockets, exuding a level of confidence that can only mean he’s about to make a scene.

Sirius, grinning like he’s just heard the funniest joke in the world, nudges him and mutters something under his breath. Whatever it is, it makes James throw his head back and cackle.

“Oh, fantastic,” you mutter, stabbing a potato with your fork.

Remus Lupin follows behind them, looking distinctly like he would rather be anywhere else. His shoulders are slightly hunched, and when James nudges him playfully, he merely sighs. Peter Pettigrew scurries after them, laughing a little too enthusiastically at whatever joke has just been made.

The four of them sweep through the hall, James and Sirius pausing every so often to ruffle someone’s hair, slap a shoulder, or—Merlin help you—wink at people they barely know. They act like they’re greeting adoring fans rather than fellow students who mostly look unimpressed or mildly irritated.

As they approach the Gryffindor table, you exchange a knowing glance with Lily. She looks about three seconds away from rolling her eyes so hard they might never return to their proper place.

“They still exist,” you say flatly.

Marlene snorts. “And they’ve somehow got worse,”

James slides onto the bench across from you, utterly unbothered by the unimpressed looks he’s receiving. Sirius drops into the seat beside him, flipping his hair dramatically as if he’s just stepped off the cover of Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Wizards issue.

“Ladies,” James says smoothly, giving a charming grin that is immediately ruined when he shovels an entire Yorkshire pudding into his mouth.

Lily fixes him with a deadpan stare. “Potter.”

“Evans,” he replies through a mouthful of food.

Sirius claps a hand over his chest, feigning offence. “Not even a hello for me, Evans? I’m wounded.”

“You’ll live,” she says dryly.

You glance at Remus, who is watching the interaction with an expression of mild exasperation. He offers you a small, knowing smile, and you get the distinct impression that he’s just as tired of James and Sirius as you are.

The Marauders have only been back for five minutes, and you’re already bracing yourself for a very long year.

—

The first few weeks of term pass by in a relatively normal fashion—lessons, homework, and the occasional prank from the Marauders that inevitably lands them in trouble. You do your best to avoid their antics, but it proves impossible when James Potter and Sirius Black seem determined to make their presence known everywhere.

Then, Quidditch tryouts happen.

You don’t attend—why would you? Watching James preen around on a broomstick sounds like a spectacular waste of time—but Marlene does. She’s been desperate to make the team since last year, and despite your lack of personal interest in the sport, you cross your fingers for her.

That evening, when she returns to the common room, she’s breathless and livid.

“You will not believe what’s happened,” she says, dropping into the seat beside you. Dorcas looks up from her Transfiguration essay with mild interest, while Lily—who has been rereading Advanced Potion-Making for fun, because of course she has—raises an eyebrow.

“You got on the team,” you guess, hoping to get the good news out of the way before whatever’s caused her fury.

Marlene nods. “Yes! As a Chaser,”

You grin. “That’s brilliant, Marls—”

“But,” she cuts in, eyes darkening, “so did Potter.”

You groan, and Dorcas winces in sympathy.

“Oh, it gets worse,” Marlene continues, leaning forward as if sharing some dark secret. “Black made it, too. Beater.”

The collective groan that echoes between the three of you is probably loud enough to shake the foundations of the castle.

Lily slams her book shut. “That’s it. I’m switching houses.”

—

Within hours, the news spreads like wildfire. By the next morning, James and Sirius are walking through the castle as if they’ve personally won the Quidditch Cup already.

And it’s not just their usual levels of arrogance—no, this is something else entirely.

They strut through the halls with their Gryffindor scarves thrown dramatically over their shoulders, as if they’ve earned them in battle rather than just being handed one at the Sorting.

James can’t seem to go five minutes without ruffling his hair like he’s been caught in a hurricane, and Sirius has perfected the art of leaning against doorframes with a casual smirk that, unfortunately, some younger students seem to find charming.

But worst of all is the way they act as though everyone is their adoring fan.

It’s one thing to be obnoxious in their usual way. You’ve suffered through their theatrics before. But now, they’ve developed a habit of stopping in corridors to wave graciously at random students, as if they’re some sort of celebrities.

“Morning, lads,” James calls to a group of fourth-years as he passes by them on the way to breakfast. They blink at him in confusion.

Sirius claps a random second-year on the shoulder. “Great to see you, mate. Hope you’re keeping well.”

The second-year looks vaguely horrified.

By the time they approach your table at breakfast, you’re already bracing yourself.

“Ladies,” James greets, sliding into the seat beside Lily without an invitation. She immediately scowls at him. “How are you this fine morning?”

You glance at Lily, who looks like she’s mentally calculating whether a murder charge is worth it. Dorcas continues buttering her toast, blissfully ignoring them. Marlene, meanwhile, has already started eating, clearly determined to not let them ruin her mood.

“We were great until you showed up,” you reply dryly.

Sirius gasps, pressing a hand to his chest in mock offence. “That hurts.”

James shakes his head, as if deeply disappointed. “I just think it’s a real shame that you can’t appreciate history when it’s happening right in front of you.”

Lily slowly sets down her fork. “What history?”

“This!” James gestures broadly between himself and Sirius. “The dawn of Gryffindor’s greatest Quidditch duo!”

Marlene snorts. “I think you’ll find I’m part of that ‘duo’, Potter.”

“You’re right,” he concedes with a smirk. “Trio, then.”

“You’re insufferable,” you tell him.

James grins. “And incredibly talented.”

Sirius winks. “Don’t forget devastatingly handsome.”

Dorcas doesn’t even look up from her breakfast. “Devastating is right.”

Marlene, at least, has the advantage of venting her frustrations on the pitch. You, however, are left to suffer through James and Sirius’s newfound fame as they continue treating the entire castle like their own personal fan club.

And it only gets worse.

—

It reaches its height a week later, when they begin personally blessing people with their presence.

You’re walking down the corridor to Charms when you hear it.

“Ah! If it isn’t my best mate!”

For one, horrifying second, you pray James is talking to someone else. But when you turn your head, he’s looking directly at you, grinning like an idiot.

“Oh, absolutely not,” you say immediately.

James throws an arm around your shoulders, seemingly unbothered by the way you tense. “Come on, now, don’t be shy! We are best mates, aren’t we?”

Sirius appears on your other side, smirking. “Obviously. It’s an honour, really. Being friends with us.”

You glance at Lily for help, but she’s just standing there, arms crossed, looking like she’s about to start hexing people. Dorcas and Marlene, meanwhile, have stopped walking entirely, too entertained to step in.

“I loathe you both,” you inform them.

“See?” Sirius nudges James. “That’s love, that is.”

“It really is,” James agrees solemnly. “I’m touched, truly.”

You shove them off and stalk ahead, hoping to escape before they can torment you further. Unfortunately, they seem to consider this a challenge, because the next thing you know, they’re doing it to everyone.

A first-year passing by? “My best mate!” James declares, clapping the poor boy on the back.

A Ravenclaw girl minding her own business? “So good to see you, friend!” Sirius calls, grinning.

A Hufflepuff prefect? “Hey, pal!” James shouts, before getting immediately deducted five points.

By the time you reach Charms, you’ve come to a horrible realisation.

This isn’t temporary.

This is their new personality.

Lily, beside you, sighs heavily. “I can’t do this for a whole year.”

“Do you think we can get McGonagall to expel them?” you ask.

“She’s got patience.”

“Damn.”

At the front of the classroom, Professor Flitwick arrives and the lesson begins. But even as you turn your attention to practicing new spells, you know this isn’t the last you’ll be seeing of James and Sirius’ ridiculous behaviour.

If anything, this is just the beginning.

—

The months pass in a whirlwind of classes, Quidditch practices, and endless drama, most of it stemming from the ongoing tension between the Gryffindors and Slytherins. While the rivalry has always been there, something about this year feels different.

Perhaps it’s the new, more brazen confidence of James and Sirius, now that they’ve made it onto the Quidditch team. Or perhaps it’s the fact that Severus Snape, despite all odds, is still your friend.

It starts subtly at first—just a few sneers, the occasional sarcastic comment thrown Snape’s way—but it quickly escalates. Every time James or Sirius walks by Severus in the hallways, one of them can’t resist making a snide remark.

“Oi, Snivellus!” Sirius calls one day, loud enough for half the corridor to hear. Severus, who’s been walking along quietly, flinches but doesn’t turn around. He knows better by now. “Do you always look like you’ve just crawled out from under a rock, or is that a new look?”

James lets out a burst of obnoxious laughter beside him. “What’s wrong, Snivellus? Afraid someone’s gonna hex you? I wouldn’t blame them, mate, looking at you is enough to make anyone want to—”

Lily’s head whips around, her eyes narrowing. You can feel her anger boiling over, and you know exactly what’s coming next.

“Potter,” Lily snaps, her voice sharp and unwavering. “Do you seriously think this is funny?”

James pauses, taken aback by her sudden interruption, but his smirk doesn’t falter. “What’s the matter, Evans? Don’t like a bit of fun? C’mon, it’s just Snivellus being—”

“You don’t get to call him that,” Lily interrupts, her tone icy. “He’s not your punching bag, Potter. You’re acting like a child.”

“Who, me?” James arches a brow, obviously trying to appear unaffected. But you can tell it stings—just a little. He’s used to being the one in control, the one everyone laughs at his jokes. When Lily stands up to him like this, it’s a shift in the power dynamic, and he doesn’t like it one bit.

“Yeah, you,” she snaps, her eyes flashing with anger.

You step forward, your hand brushing Lily’s shoulder. “Leave him alone, James,” you add, voice firm. “You’ve had your fun. Grow up.”

James’s grin falters, but it’s only for a moment. He seems to realise that this is different—he’s never had to deal with you and Lily turning on him like this. But instead of backing down, he doubles down, his expression twisting into something just shy of a sneer.

“I’m not the one making a scene here,” he says, his voice turning mockingly sweet. “If you don’t want to be involved, maybe you should’ve thought about that before you started hanging around with him in the first place.”

Lily’s face goes pale with fury. You can see the hurt flash in her eyes, though she tries to mask it with a scowl. It’s one thing to put up with James’s teasing—it’s another for him to attack her choice of friends.

And Severus is still her friend. No matter what anyone else says about him, Lily refuses to let them tear apart the friendship that’s still there, even if it’s hanging by a thin thread.

Severus is your friend too, even if you don’t always agree with him. You’ve known him for over a year now, long before he started hanging around with Slytherins who couldn’t care less about anyone other than themselves. He may be awkward, he may be prickly, but he’s not the person James and Sirius make him out to be.

“You are the problem, Potter,” you say, stepping in front of Lily, your voice low but firm. “You think you can just push people around because you’re on the Quidditch team. But this—this is just mean.”

James opens his mouth to say something else, but before he can, Lily whirls on him again, her voice sharp and full of authority. “Don’t talk about Severus like that again, Potter. I mean it.”

The entire corridor seems to go quiet, as though everyone is waiting for James’s reaction.

He stares at Lily, a strange flicker of something crossing his face—surprise, maybe even confusion. No one has ever spoken to him like this, especially not a girl. Certainly not someone like Lily Evans.

But instead of backing down, he huffs out a laugh. “You’re pathetic,” he mutters under his breath, turning his back on them both. “Snivellus is your problem, not mine.”

With that, he strides off, Sirius trailing behind him like a shadow, though you can see the tiny, barely-there smile playing on Sirius’s lips as if he’s somehow won. But you know better. They haven’t won a thing.

You turn back to Severus, who’s standing a few paces away. His face is as pale as ever, but his lips are pressed into a thin line. He’s trying to pretend that he didn’t hear the exchange, but you know he did. And you know, too, that it’s not the first time this kind of thing has happened.

“You alright?” you ask softly, glancing at him.

Severus doesn’t look at you, his voice tight when he responds. “Why do you bother?”

Lily steps closer, her voice gentle now, the sharp edge gone. “Because we’re your friends, Severus. And we’re not going to let them pick on you.”

For a long moment, Severus doesn’t say anything, and you can tell he’s conflicted. Part of him probably thinks it’s better to just keep his head down and let it pass. But the other part—the part that’s been wounded by the Marauders’ taunts for so long—wants to fight back.

Finally, he looks at you, his expression softening just a little. “Thanks,” he mutters. “But they’ll never stop.”

Lily and you exchange a glance. “Maybe not,” you reply. “But we’ll keep standing up for you. And eventually, they’ll get bored. Or they’ll find someone else to pick on.”

Severus snorts, though there’s a trace of a smile on his lips now. “Maybe. But until then, I’ll just have to put up with it, won’t I?”

Lily shrugs, her tone light. “You’re not the only one who’s had to put up with them, Severus. Just ask anyone in Gryffindor.”

You both manage to coax a laugh out of him, and for the first time in a while, Severus seems to relax. The weight on his shoulders eases slightly. Maybe the Marauders aren’t going to stop their tormenting anytime soon, but at least he’s not alone.

As the three of you walk off toward the next class, the air between you is slightly less tense. But in the back of your mind, you know the battle is far from over. Every time the Marauders catch sight of Severus, you know they’ll find a new way to humiliate him. But you and Lily are determined to make it as difficult for them as possible.

The rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin has always been bitter, but this year, it’s personal. And with both of you standing firmly on Severus’s side, you’re ready to fight fire with fire. Even if it means going head-to-head with James and Sirius.

—

The boys—James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus—are hanging out in the Gryffindor common room after dinner, laughing about some prank they’d pulled earlier that day. Everything seems perfectly normal, which, of course, makes it even more surreal when it all unravels.

The next day, James and Sirius are at breakfast when the owl post delivers a letter. It’s addressed to none of them directly but intended for Remus, and the moment James sees it, he knows something’s wrong.

Remus is nowhere to be found in the Great Hall. He hasn’t been since last night. His absence isn’t particularly unusual—he’s sometimes a bit secretive, disappearing from the dorm for a night every so often—but it is the first time he’s missed breakfast the day after, and that sends a ripple of unease through the group.

Then the first whisper begins, catching Sirius’ ear.

“Did you hear? Lupin’s in the infirmary. Madame Pomfrey’s already fussing over him. Got himself battered apparently,”

James’s stomach drops. He and Sirius exchange a glance, both of them instinctively pushing their plates aside and rising from their seats.

“That’s—” Sirius begins, but James interrupts him.

“Come on, we need to go,”

By the time they make it to the infirmary, they find Remus lying in a bed, pale and weak, his face drawn with exhaustion. He’s covered in bandages—some aleady darkened with blood—and he’s clearly trying to hide the exhaustion, the shame, and the fear in his eyes.

For a moment, no one speaks. James and Sirius hover awkwardly in the doorway, both of them unsure what to do or say. They’ve never seen Remus in this state before—not like this, anyway.

Remus is still in his school robes, though his tie is hanging loosely around his neck. His usual reserved demeanor is gone, replaced by a thin veil of vulnerability that’s impossible to ignore.

It’s Peter, who is always the least likely to speak up, who breaks the silence. “Remus…” He trails off, his voice barely above a whisper. “Are you—are you okay?”

Remus turns his head towards them, the corners of his mouth tugging into a tight, forced smile. He tries to sit up, wincing as he does so. “I’ll be fine,” he mutters, though it’s clear that he isn’t. His voice cracks on the last syllable. “Just need some rest.”

There’s a tension in the room that none of the boys can shake off. They’ve never seen Remus like this—weak, afraid, vulnerable. It’s one thing to see him acting off; it’s another thing entirely to see him broken.

Sirius steps forward first. “Remus if someone buggered with you—”

“No,” Remus cuts him off, his voice sharp, though it quickly falters as he struggles to sit up straighter. “No, no. It’s not that. I did it myself,”

James narrows his eyes. “What do you mean by that?”

Remus swallows, his gaze darting from one Marauder to the next. He can’t meet their eyes—not yet. It’s like he’s afraid that if he does, everything will come crashing down. “It’s not what you think,” he says quietly. “You don’t—”

“You’ve got nothing to be afraid of,” James says, his voice steady, though a hint of worry lingers beneath it. “We’re your friends, Remus. We know you’ve been through something before, and we never asked questions,” He hesitates before adding, “But if you’re hurting yourself you have to tell us,”

Remus is quiet for a long moment, his lips pressed together tightly as though the words are locked inside him. He seems to be weighing his options—whether to finally let them in on the secret or to keep lying, pretending like everything’s okay.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Remus sighs, closing his eyes in resignation. “I’m a werewolf,” he admits, barely above a whisper. His voice shakes slightly, as though he’s afraid of the words that have just left his mouth.

James, Sirius, and Peter stand frozen, staring at him as though they’ve just been hit by a lightning bolt.

“You—what?” Sirius manages, his voice thick with disbelief. “Remus… are you—”

“It’s true,” Remus interrupts quietly, his hands trembling slightly. “That’s why I’m not always… myself. Why I go away every month, why I’m sick afterwards. I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t want to burden you with this. I thought you’d turn on me like everyone else,”

His voice cracks at the last words, and he looks away, staring at the wall as though he’s trying to hide the tears that well up in his eyes.

James and Sirius exchange a look—one that says everything and nothing at once. The silence between them is thick, charged with the weight of the revelation. They’ve never once considered that Remus might be hiding something so dangerous, so out of their control.

Peter, the least likely to be a source of comfort, steps forward slowly. His voice is soft but genuine. “We’re not going to turn on you, Remus. You’ve been our friend from the start. This doesn’t change that,”

Sirius nods in agreement. “What do you think, mate? You think we’re going to throw you out just because of something you can’t control? You’re one of us.”

Remus flinches, his head lowering slightly as he absorbs their words. He looks at each of them, trying to gauge the sincerity in their eyes. “But it’s dangerous,” he says, his voice trembling. “You don’t know what it’s like, and I… I can’t control myself when I change. I hurt people, I—”

“Don’t talk like that,” James says firmly, cutting him off. “We don’t care about that. We’re with you, Remus. You don’t have to go through this alone,”

The warmth in his voice is genuine, and for the first time since he revealed his secret, Remus’s shoulders slump with relief. He doesn’t seem to fully believe it yet, but the reassurance is enough to ease some of the tension in his body.

Remus gives a slight, pained smile. “Thanks. But I still don’t want you to be involved in my… my transformation. I can’t let you see that side of me,”

“You don’t get to decide that for us,” Sirius says with a wink. “We’re sticking with you no matter what,”

Peter, surprisingly, is the next to speak. “You’re our mate, Remus. You always have been.” He pauses, looking slightly uncomfortable. “We’re just glad you trust us with this. It’s a lot to take in, but you don’t have to hide anymore,”

Remus takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, his eyes softening. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” he mutters. “I didn’t want to risk losing everything, but I don’t want to hide anymore, either. It’s just…”

Sirius, ever the optimist, grins. “It’s just that you’re one of us. And we don’t leave people behind. No matter what,”

Despite the gravity of the situation, the tension in the room lifts a little, and Remus manages a small smile. “Thanks. For not… running away,”

James clasps him on the shoulder, and though there’s still a lingering weight in the air, it’s clear that they’ve all crossed a new threshold in their friendship.

But even as they assure him that they’ll never leave him, Remus remains quiet, his eyes drifting toward the window, his mind clearly a million miles away. He’s grateful, sure, but the truth still gnaws at him: the Marauders, for all their loyalty and good intentions, still don’t understand what it’s like to be him. To be the monster.

And that, Remus knows, is a struggle he’ll always have to face alone.

—

The months roll by, and despite everything that’s happened—despite the tension with Severus, the revelation about Remus, and the growing rift between Lily, you, and the boys—the school year carries on.

The boys remain their usual selves, cocky, irreverent, and mischievous. But the air around them, particularly in relation to you and Lily, feels different. There's an ever-present undercurrent of tension that lingers just below the surface, and it’s as if everyone is waiting for something to break.

It’s not just the teasing of Severus that riles you both up; it’s the sheer lack of any real self-awareness from them. The boys are still acting like they run the school, like they own the place now that James and Sirius are on the Quidditch team.

They parade through the hallways with ridiculous confidence, treating every student they pass like they're their best friend, yet somehow always managing to make it feel patronising.

You catch them laughing at some offhand joke they make at someone else’s expense, and it burns. It burns because you know they’ve become increasingly arrogant with their newfound sense of power. It’s not just about the Quidditch, it’s about the way they treat people. The way they treat Severus. And you know Lily feels it, too. She’s no longer as tolerant of their antics as she once was.

“Honestly,” Lily mutters one afternoon as she watches James try to high-five every person he passes on his way to class, “when did he become the bloody king of the school?”

You can’t help but agree, the discomfort bubbling in your chest as James and Sirius continue to bask in the attention, showing off in the middle of the corridor. “They’ve gotten worse since they made the team, haven’t they?” you say, shaking your head. “It’s really like their egos have doubled in size overnight,”

“They’re insufferable,” Lily says, crossing her arms over her chest. “And Severus—he’s still their favourite target. And you know what? I’m done with it. He’s not the one being cruel, and neither are we. We don’t have to put up with their idiocy just because they think they're untouchable,”

But while you and Lily are in agreement about the boys’ arrogance, there’s also a new shift in the dynamic, one that you can’t entirely ignore. Remus begins to integrate more fully into the group.

It’s gradual at first, with him still trying to keep a distance, unsure of his place now that his secret is out in the open. But over time, he starts showing up more at their antics, laughing along, joining in on the pranks, and sometimes even offering suggestions on how to make them even more elaborate.

At first, you and Lily both try to get used to the change, but it feels weird, watching Remus—the one member you thought had promise to be a genuinely okay guy—laughing alongside James and Sirius, plotting their next ridiculous scheme like it’s all in good fun.

It's not that you're upset with him for joining in, but you can’t help but feel like he’s shifted in ways that lengthens gap between them and normal student life. There’s something about him now that feels just a little more in tune with their world, just a little more in sync with their mischievousness.

“Don’t tell me Remus is getting in on this now, too,” you mutter one day, watching him smirk as he hands James a roll of parchment with what looks like a scribbled map of the second floor of the castle.

Lily watches, her expression darkening as she takes in the scene. “I don’t know,” she says slowly, “he’s different now. It’s like something’s changed in him since… he was in the infirmary.”

You can’t deny that, but the unease lingers. It’s a strange feeling to watch Remus embrace their reckless antics, even if he’s not quite as cruel as the others. He’s not the one making the jokes or pulling the pranks himself, but he’s laughing along, offering sly comments, and adding fuel to their fire.

The Remus you knew last year always had a moral compass, a quiet, brooding sense of right and wrong. It seemed that he used to draw the line, but now... Now, that line is blurred.

In a way, it’s almost like he’s hiding behind the same mask the others wear. He’s accepted their friendship, their loyalty, but at the cost of everything he used to stand for. You and Lily aren’t sure how to feel about that. It’s not just the pranks. It’s the subtle shifts—the way he’s become just a little more like them and a little less like the Remus he was.

“Maybe it’s just that he’s trying to fit in,” Lily says quietly one night, as you both stare out the window of the common room, watching the wind rustle through the trees outside. “I get it. But... I used to think he was alright, you know?”

“I know,” you reply softly, your heart heavy. “I don’t like it either,”

“I’m so over them,” Lily mutters, her face set in determination. “But what are we supposed to do? We can’t keep fighting with them. We’re already on thin ice,”

And that’s the crux of the problem. Every time the two of you stand up to the boys, whether it’s over Severus or the endless, grating taunts, the tension between the two groups increases. It’s as if every conversation, every interaction, is a game of brinkmanship, one where someone has to blink first.

The year ends in this odd limbo, the unresolved conflicts hanging in the air, neither fully addressed nor pushed aside. But even though the issues are still there, you can’t help but feel that something is changing beneath the surface.

Remus, for all his quiet discomfort, seems more settled in his place within the Marauders’ fold. He’s become more of a participant in their world—though not without his internal struggle.

James and Sirius, despite their show of bravado, seem to be kindling a genuine friendship with each other and the other two members of their little ‘group’.

And you and Lily? You’ve grown closer in your shared desire to protect Severus, to stand up against the boys’ relentless taunts, and to make sure that you don’t lose sight of what’s important.

As the school year wraps up, you can’t help but feel that this year is different. It’s not just about Quidditch or petty pranks or feigned friendships. There’s something more at play now—something beneath the surface that no one quite knows how to deal with. And though there are still unresolved conflicts, there’s a growing sense that things won’t stay this way forever.

Something is going to change.

You’re not sure exactly what it is, or when it’ll happen, but you’re certain it’s coming.

[dinarosie]

The Rise of Snape Hate: Marauders' Rebranding and Snape's Villainization (Part 1)

I often hear people wonder why Severus Snape has become more hated in recent years, to the extent that even Voldemort faces less criticism and vitriol from fans. In the early days of the book’s release and even long after the final Harry Potter film was screened, the "Marauders" fandom hardly existed. James Potter was seen as a background character, best known as Harry's father, and did not play an important role among fans. Sirius and Lupin were mostly regarded as Harry's mentors, and their time as Marauders during their teenage years wasn't a focal point of fan attention. In the Canon, the Marauders didn’t hold much significance either, there were few details about them. They were mentioned in just a handful of small flashbacks, mainly depicting bullying, and their friendships were portrayed as rather toxic and disappointing. Naturally, these flashbacks were not only unappealing but could also be disheartening for readers. However, a new generation of fans wanted to bring something new to the Harry Potter universe that better matched their fantasies and imaginations (especially after the failure of "The Cursed Child" and the controversy surrounding J.K. Rowling). As a result, a new story emerged: "Harry Potter and the World of the Marauders," inspired by Generation Z's fantasies.

They were given the attractive looks of actors like Ben Barnes, Timothée Chalamet, and Aaron Taylor-Johnson, and were morally very different from their canon versions. They became a group of charming, wealthy, and popular school heroes with dynamic, platonic, and romantic relationships that captivated fans. Since there weren't many details about them in the original books, fans freely created tragic backstories and fascinating dramas (for example, the Black family using a "Cruciatus curse" on their children!!!). These factors quickly increased their popularity and caught the attention of content creators on the internet.

But what happened to Severus Snape?

These newly reimagined, charming, and beloved Marauders needed an antagonist to heighten the school drama and make their adventures more exciting. Who better to fill this role than Severus Snape—broken, lonely, and completely different from them, with none of the looks, wealth, or popularity?

"The more they improved the Marauders to make them more likable, the more they vilified and distorted Snape to make him easier to hate."

It's clear that when Snape is portrayed as a powerful, dark, and evil wizard (even at the age of 11), James Potter and Sirius Black are turned into justice-seeking heroes, making all their bullying and cruelty towards Snape seem justified and even heroic.

Now, ask yourself: Is it easier to like the James Potter from the books—Arrogant and a bully—or the James Potter who is handsome and kind, punishing an evil villain worse than Voldemort named Severus Snape to save other students and his girlfriend? This is how the Marauders became charming and popular heroes, and Snape became a evil.

Many fans don’t even know Snape. From the moment they enter the Marauders fandom, they learn that they must hate Snape, and this trend continues. They only read the books with the intent of magnifying Snape's flaws, which is why his faults are highlighted even more than Voldemort's, and wherever Snape’s name is mentioned, they feel obligated to display their blind hatred to prove their loyalty to the ideals of their beloved Marauders.

[crazyyluvr]

Dealing With the Problem = Breaking the Problem’s Nose

pairing: remus lupin x slytherin!reader

summary: You punched another student because he was annoying. Not because you were defending Remus Lupin. Totally not.

genre: crushing, fluff?, kind of enemies to lovers but not really (reader hates Remus but Remus likes reader), sunshine x grumpy trope?

wc: 2.1k

content: reader can throw a punch, gn!reader, there’s a fight, a lot of cursing, remus gets insulted, remus is a simp fr, reader is very... salty? idk how to describe them.

note: woah, two posts in one day? so rare. I wrote this without any particular idea in mind, but I want to show my appreciation for Remus, because we love Remus <3

oneshot under the cut :: not proofread

Remus Lupin was interesting.

He was not like his other friends; he was quiet, more reserved than them. The Marauders were the heartthrobs of Hogwarts, and Remus Lupin had his own group of “fans” that found his certain allure appealing.

You hated him.

The times when you would had the unfortunate requirement to talk to him, he was infuriating. He would send that damned smirk of his your way even when you were obviously about to blow a fuse. He would use those annoyingly smooth pickup lines on you when you were literally insulting him. He compliments you and uses pet names on you that makes other people do a double take on you from how he treated you like you two were dating.

He may have been the quieter one among his friends (besides Peter of course), but he could act as embarrassingly as Potter and Black do.

You were going to kill him someday. If he doesn’t kill you first with his smooth words and soft gaze.

As much as you hate him, your body betrays you. All the time.

Your cheeks flush when he compliments you. Your knees go weak when he calls you dove. Your brain lags when he uses one of his pickup lines that you never seem to predict.

The reactions were out of your control. I mean, if anyone else treated you the way Lupin treated you, you’d probably act the same.

Right?

Wrong, because you hate everyone besides your friends in Slytherin, no matter how kind they act towards you. Lupin just happened to take a page out of your house’s mascot and slither through your walls to become an exception.

Wrong, because you never would have punched someone purely out of instinct after a particularly horrible insult.

You were disappointed in yourself. You were doing well in restraining your anger during the past few years in Hogwarts, so why did you have to snap now out of all times?

No matter how annoyed you were at yourself, it couldn’t overpower the satisfaction you got from finally shutting Avery up.

So, how did it happen?

Let’s rewind.

—————

You were taking a stroll in the grass with Barty, who was always willing to accompany you on your spontaneous walks. The two of you were just talking about people you particularly hated in Hogwarts until you came across the two that placed particularly high on both your lists: Avery and Snape.

Being in the same house as the two vermin didn’t make you or Barty dislike them any less, especially you. You were one of the precious few halfbloods in Slytherin, and they never failed to insult you about it.

You didn’t care about blood statuses, though. But that didn’t matter do them.

They targeted you constantly, picking on you, tripping you in the hallway, spilling drinks on your back, and other petty things.

You always bit back with your words. You knew that if you tried to deal with it physically, you might be expelled from the school for violence.

Thank goodness Pandora, Barty, and Regulus ere always there to restrain you. Especially Barty. He was your closest friend, and although he wanted to beat them up himself, he didn’t want you getting in trouble.

Today seemed to be an exception.

“Oh, speaking of,” you cut Barty off, your gaze souring as you caught sight of the two you were just ranting about.

Barty followed your gaze, his lip curling in disgust. They were crowded over someone, but the tree beside them obscured your view of the victim. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, laughing wickedly and pushing the person.

“Are we going?” Barty knew you well. He knew you were going to do something about it. He just hoped that you were going to use your words instead of your fists, because he hasn't finished his strategy on how to hide bodies in school just yet.

“Unfortunately,” you sighed, picking up your pace, Barty a few feet behind you to give you space. You may hate everyone in school, but not enough to leave them in the clutches of people like Snape and Avery.

“What kind of fucked up entertainment did you two idiots decide to do today?” You called, making the two turn your way.

“Ah, just the person we were talking about,” Avery sneered. “What do you want now? You here to check up on your boyfriend?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. You stepped to the side a little and groaned internally when you saw who Snape and Avery’s target was today: Remus Lupin.

His face was contorted in anger, his clenched fists peeking out from his slightly oversized sweater. Whatever Snape and Avery were teasing him about must have really struck a nerve in him.

“Leave them out of this,” he warned.

“What’re you going to do about it, huh?” Snape taunted him, approaching you. “C’mon loverboy. Not so strong now that your bodyguards aren’t here, ain’t that right?”

“Why don’t you boys take a break from being dickheads, yeah?” You said, testing out the chance of a diplomatic ending. “Go find some other place to dump your bullshit on, preferably the greenhouses. They could use the fertilizer.”

Avery made a beeline towards you, partially shoving Snape out of his way to grab your collar and pull you toward him. He was practically steaming.

Diplomacy was out the window, I suppose.

Barty a step towards you, as did Remus, but Snape stopped the lanky boy and you put your hand up to make Barty pause. You could handle yourself.

“You wanna say that again, bitch?” Avery seethed.

You had to restrain yourself from puking in his face after you felt drops of his saliva hit your cheeks, but you stood your ground. “I said you’re full of shit. Did some of it get in your ears or something?”

Avery looked like he wanted to hit you, but instead he leaned in your ear. You cringed at the lack of distance, but it quickly morphed into something else as he whispered, “You wouldn’t be barking as much if you let your ugly ass boytoy do the talking for you. He’s the one better with words, eh? Bet he uses them so you would want to fuck him. Tell me, is his dick as deformed as his face is?”

Avery never got his response as you reeled your fist back and let it fly, making direct contact with his nose with a satisfying crack.

—————

“I don’t believe it,” Madame Pomfrey tsked in disappointment, dabbing a paste on the bruise around your eye. You had to suppress a wince, since the rest of your body was too sore. “You should know better than to start a brawl in the courtyard.”

“They had it coming,” you muttered, making the nurse dab with a little more force than necessary. “Ouch.”

"You could have sustained worse injuries than this, stupid child!" She scolded, like a mother reprimanding a disobedient child. And like a disappointed child, you stayed silent and hung your head in slight guilt.

Only slight guilt because you still firmly believed that the two idiots had it coming to them.

You heard a moan of pain, and you could have sworn that you saw Madame Pomfrey roll her eyes. "You don't have that much severe injuries, so I'll check up on you in a while after I treat Mr. Snape and Mr. Avery."

You nodded. Before leaving, the nurse turned to Remus Lupin, who was icing a bruise on his cheek on the cot beside yours. "Watch over them, and after a few minutes, apply ice to their bruises," she instructed, and the Gryffindor nodded.

"Treasure, how're you doing?" Barty called from his cot across from you. He had sprained his ankle from kicking Snape hard in the nuts, and although he winced in pain occasionally when he moved, his grin told you that he didn't regret what he did.

"I'm okay B," you replied, grimacing slightly as one of the pulled muscles on your back acted up.

Remus noticed your flinch, and approached you worriedly. He was better off than you and Barty, the bruise on his face the only thing that he obtained from the fight. "Are you sure?" He asked, concerned. You didn't like how soft his eyes were as he gazed at you, or how your chest squeezed slightly at his worry.

"I'm fine, Lupin," you quipped, although your voice lacked its usual venom.

Remus hummed, unconvinced. He turned to the bedside and grabbed the ice that Madame Pomfrey left for you and held it out for you to grab.

You scoffed. "I said I'm fine. No need to baby me."

Remus rolled his eyes slightly. "And I don't believe you. Besides, the nurse said to ice your bruise after a few minutes. A few minutes has already passed, and frankly, she can do more damage to me than you can in this state."

You grumbled, turning your head. Your pride made you stubborn, as it did to many, but thank goodness Remus Lupin has had training in dealing with prideful companions.

He closed in on you, holding your face by the chin and tilting it towards him. You tried to fight back, but his grip was firm, so you simply sighed and resigned your fate. You could only hope that the observant boy didn't notice the warmth on your cheeks.

He gently placed the ice on your eye.

"Sorry," He murmured when you hissed at the sudden cold.

You purposefully averted your gaze from him, eyes fixated on the wheels of another cot.

That didn't stop you from spotting Remus's fixated stare on you from your periphery.

"Stop looking at me like that, Lupin," You spat, still refusing to make direct eye contact with him. "What do you want?"

"Why did you punch Avery?" He asked, finally making your eyes snap up to him. "He said something that provoked you. What did he say?"

You scoffed. "The usual bullshit that comes out of his mouth."

"I heard that."

"Fuck off," you called to the curtained cot where Avery currently resided. Madame Pomfrey hushed you disapprovingly form behind the curtains.

"I don't think that's true," Remus said, eyes narrowed as he studied you like a problem he couldn't solve, an enigma he wanted to understand.

You looked at him in silence for a moment, before heaving a sigh and looking away again. "He insulted you," you mumbled, words faint and hard to decipher, but Remus got the general meaning.

Well, judging from his grin, he got the general meaning.

"What did you say?" He asked. You looked at him, offended. Remus Lupin was teasing you.

"Clean your ears next time, Lupin," you shot a glare at him, but it didn't have as much heat behind it as you would have wanted.

"Nope, don't try to escape from this," he chuckled, using his hand on your chin to make your visible eye make contact with his brown ones again. "What did you say, dove?"

You groaned. You absolutely loved hated the effect this boy had on you.

"He insulted you, Lupin," You snapped, cheeks blazing at this point. "Happy?"

Remus's playful expression melted into one of disbelief. "You punched him because... he insulted me?"

"Salazar, you really are deaf," you rolled your eyes. "That's what I said, isn't it?"

Remus seemed to still not be able to wrap his head around the idea. You, the person he's been pining over the past few months, defended him. And got hurt because of it.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice sincere.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "What are you apologizing for? I started that fight with my own free will, and they deserved every cut and bruise they received."

"Amen," Barty replied. He was obviously eavesdropping on your conversation, and you couldn't say that you were surprised.

"But still." His lips tilted downwards along with his gaze. Salazar give me strength, he's pouting. "You were dragged into it when they were picking on me. I could have —"

"Yes, there are many things that you could have done, but you can't reverse time to do them now, Lupin," You said severely. "I don't need you apologizing for things I don't regret doing."

Remus looked up at you hopefully. "You don't regret defending me?"

You blinked, realizing the implications your words gave off. You played it off with a huff. "Whatever."

"You didn't deny it," Remus teased, a small smile on his face. He still felt guilty that you were hurt because you were defending him, but you didn't regret it. That had to count for something.

"Whatever, Lupin."

"Call me Remus."

"No."

"Please."

"Absolutely not."

"Dove?"

"... Fine, Remus."

"Heh, I knew you liked me."

"What — I never said I did!"

"But you never said you didn't."

"I —"

A retching noise was heard. "Ugh, your lovey-doveyness is making me sick."

"Shut up, Barty!"

[sorcave]

After spending some time thinking about Peter Pettigrew, I’ve realized there’s a huge disconnect between how he’s portrayed in canon and how the fandom—especially within Marauders fanon—handles him. Let me preface this by saying, I get it. The Marauders era is filled with beloved, tragic characters like Sirius, Remus, and James, who are all charismatic in their own ways. It’s easy to frame Peter as the villain, the weak link in the group, because, well, he is the one who betrays them. But I can’t help feeling like fanon’s interpretation of him has become deeply flawed and even unfair in its simplification of his character.

Peter Pettigrew, as written in the books, is actually a much more complex figure than the rat-betrayer caricature that fanon often makes him out to be. He’s not some mustache-twirling villain, nor is he just a pathetic hanger-on who was lucky to be in the Marauders’ circle. If you really pay attention to the way his character is written, he’s someone who’s constantly underestimated by the people around him, including the very friends he ends up betraying. He’s not powerful in the traditional sense, but his cunning is what allows him to survive the chaos of two wizarding wars. He’s not a mastermind, sure, but he’s resourceful in a way that deserves more recognition than he gets. Canonically, it’s clear that he isn’t just bumbling around until he stumbles into Voldemort’s arms—he’s making calculated choices, and we need to give those choices the weight they deserve.

This brings me to why I think fanon’s insistence on reducing Peter to a one-dimensional villain is so misguided. There's this huge trend in Marauders fandom where Peter is either villainized beyond recognition or, worse, completely written out of the story. He’s often replaced in fanon with a random “better” Marauder, or he’s ignored entirely, as if his betrayal somehow disqualifies him from being part of the story. And here’s the thing: canon compliance isn’t a crime! In fact, canon gives us a far more interesting story. The tragedy of Peter’s betrayal is that he was their friend—he shared their dorm, their secrets, and their history. His actions were not driven by some inherent evil but by fear, survival instincts, and yes, cowardice. It’s a much richer narrative than reducing him to a monster.

In the fandom, there’s often this hyperfocus on moral purity when it comes to the Marauders, especially when it comes to ships and rewriting dynamics. Peter, however, disrupts that neat narrative, so fanon tries to erase him to preserve the integrity of the fan-created relationships. But that oversimplifies everything. Why should we villainize people for sticking to canon when canon is, arguably, what makes the Marauders’ story so compelling in the first place? The fall of the Marauders—this group of young, talented, promising boys—hinges on Peter’s betrayal. You can't just ignore that without losing a fundamental piece of what makes their story so tragic. He’s not a random character you can swap out. He’s the pivot point.

Peter’s character also raises some interesting discussions about how we view heroism and villainy in fandom spaces. For instance, we’re often quick to forgive other characters—Sirius, for all his bravado, is reckless and cruel to people like Snape, but we don’t hold it against him in the same way. We empathize with his trauma, his tragic backstory. So why is it that Peter, who is also a product of his circumstances, is written off? He wasn’t born evil; he was shaped by the same war that shaped all of them, but his path led him to make different choices. There’s something so fascinating about exploring how someone who was once a friend could betray everything. It’s a conversation about human flaws, not just villainy.

And yes, in a world full of Marauders fan content, it’s fine to like your AUs or write your fix-its. But let’s not pretend that sticking to canon, and appreciating Peter for the complex character he is, is somehow less valid. The fandom would benefit from looking at Peter as more than just “the betrayer” and instead as someone who, like everyone else in the story, is a deeply flawed person whose mistakes have devastating consequences. That makes the story richer, more painful, and ultimately, more meaningful.

forgive me for the ramble but Im going insane with my term paper and my thesis, unfortunately I've been diving too deep into the marauders again

[maxdibert]

The post: You can’t say Lily Evans was a feminist because a person with feminist awareness wouldn’t marry a privileged cishet man who abused his power by being a bully right in front of her.

The Snaters: LILY WAS FREE TO CHOOSE JAMES, DID YOU EXPECT HER TO CHOOSE SNAPE?

Me: At what point did I say she had to choose someone? At what point did I say I ship her with Snape? At what point does questioning a character’s political mindset turn into reducing her to an object of desire between two men?

Of course Lily was free to marry whoever she wanted; I have no problem with that. My issue is with people trying to portray her as some kind of feminist icon of the 70s when there is nothing in the canon to suggest that, and when that theory is contradicted by her life choices. A feminist woman from the 70s wouldn’t marry the class’s rich bully, wouldn’t end up with a hyper-toxic white guy who spent his time abusing classmates, wouldn’t end up with a spoiled and obnoxious brat who publicly stripped a working-class classmate against his will. And this has nothing to do with whether Lily should have ended up with someone else. Lily should end up with whoever she wants—no one is debating that. What’s being debated is the attempt to portray her as a feminist icon when she simply wasn’t.

Lily was a white girl from the 70s who was completely alienated from the patriarchal structures of her time, only cared about social issues that directly affected her, and chose a traditional life that was entirely in line with the patriarchal expectations for women of her era. She was not a revolutionary, she was not a feminist—she was a teenage mother who married her high school boyfriend, who happened to be a rich jerk. And saying that does not imply in any way that she should have chosen another man. The fact that Snaters are so obsessed with this just proves that all their so-called progressive rhetoric online is pure performance, because anyone with even a minimal understanding of the subject would never assume that criticizing a female character’s political stance means she has to pick one man over another.

Honestly, what a drag. But what’s even more exhausting is how all these people attack not only by twisting your words and making completely irrelevant statements but also by trying to argue their points with nothing but fan theories and assumptions based on their own biases or whatever fandom content they consume as if it were gospel. And the moment you counter them with canon-based arguments, suddenly, they decide the conversation is over and that they’re going to "leave it at that." Because, of course, the moment canon gets thrown in their faces, it turns out they have no ground to stand on, and their arguments are invalid because they’re built on nothing but the pillars of their imagination—so they have to retreat to avoid embarrassing themselves further.

I’ve said it over and over: I don’t care if people come to throw hate my way, and I don’t care if people come to debate. But if they do, at least have the guts and the dignity not to run away with their tails between their legs when I completely dismantle their cheap hate-filled discourse—because, honestly, it’s as embarrassing as it is disappointing.

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I saw someone on tik tok that made a video saying that book Harry would be disgusted by being shipped with Draco. And people in the comments were saying fr and saying that we are crazy for shipping drarry and someone even said that drarry was the most disgusting ship ever made in the Harry Potter fandom.

And what you think it would be Lucius and Narcissa reaction to find out that Draco and Harry are dating??? Love your blog

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First of all, making content like that with the intent of shaming/bullying other fans is silly, immature and just plain unkind. So what if people are shipping something you don't like? Or that a fictional character wouldn't like if they were real? Just let other people do their thing and have fun and curate your own content.

Second of all, drarry is the most disgusting ship ever made in Harry Potter fandom? Drarry? Really? Lol. Lmao even. *Insert the 'oh my sweet summer child' speech here*

Third of all, in the case of drarry there is actually a lot of canon evidence, so while that certainly doesn't mean people who don't want to have to ship or enjoy or be comfortable with it, based on canon it's rather unlikely that Harry would be disgusted by it... (Not that it mattes either way. But just saying...).

What Lucius and Narcissa's reaction would be is an interesting question. I think they probably wouldn't be that pleased, but would be kind of resigned. Post-war Lucius just wants to stay out of jail (or, failing that, he wants to get out as fast as possible and then avoid going back). The last thing he wants to do is be openly hostile to Harry Potter, hero of the hour, The Boy Who Lived Twice, Savior of the wizarding world etcetera, etcetera. He probably plays reasonably nice - though I doubt he and Harry will ever like each other.

Harry is certainly not who Narcissa would have chosen, but the fact that Draco does seem genuinely happy with him and that Harry truly cares about Draco and goes out of his way to help him and, just by being with him, rehabilitates his image, certainly makes her want to be cordial. Though again, while she probably pretends otherwise, I doubt she ever really changes her attitudes as much as she pretends. Though perhaps over time she does develop some grudging respect for Hermione (and this perhaps admits, if only to herself, that muggleborns aren't as inferior as she once believed). And well, she and Harry do have their love for Draco in common so that helps them get along even if the relationship is never an easy or entirely comfortable one.

I think there's a plausible argument that by book 7 Narcissa already suspected something was going on with Harry and Draco. In the end of book 7, not only does Voldemort think that Draco has run off to "befriend" Harry, but Narcissa immediately assumes Harry will know where Draco is and if he's ok. So she seems to also think that Draco has gone off to find Harry and she doesn't seem to think that he was looking for a fight. She asks Harry about Draco as though Harry not only will know what's become of him, but will care. Not as though she expects that any meeting between them would end in them fighting to the death like you'd expect given they are on opposite sides of the war. I think maybe she always planned to help Harry, and she just wanted to ascertain what her next steps should be once they got back to the caste - whether she needed to go in and find Draco or if he was already safely away or dead and beyond help. She thinks she and Harry are united in caring about the same person.

After all, she did see Draco lie for Harry at the Manor. And she saw Harry pull a wand from Draco's hand while Draco let him, and then not even stun Draco after. And later she found Wormtail's body in the cell that Draco went into alone and left entirely unharmed. Not to mention, after book 6 she would have read about how Harry named Snape but not Draco as being involved in Dumbledore's death (at first she probably dismissed it as Harry just not having seen everything, but later she puts it together with everything else and she starts to wonder...)