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rosie-love98 · 3 months

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A Version Of Eileen's Life:

It must all begin from the beginning; 1931 to be precise. For four years, Aurelius Dumbledore (a.k.a “Credence Barebone”), had been working for the supreme Dark Wizard, Gellert Grindelwald. As an Obscurial who managed to live to adulthood, Aurelius was an extreme rarity in the Wizarding World. Unfortunately, because of the parasitic Obscurus, Aurelius’s life still waned. Naturally, Grindelwald knew this sad fact and needed a plan, an “heir” to his weapon.

While Grindelwald sent his numerous minions to find more Obscurials, the searches had proven to be futile for one reason or another. Eventually, Grindelwald began to come up with another idea; Obscurial or not, Aurelius was still the son of Aberforth. Thus, Aurelius was not just the last of the Dumbledore clan, but he was the nephew of Aberforth’s brother, Albus Dumbledore-Grindelwald’s main foe. Nothing could hurt Albus more than his own relative-present or future-joining Grindelwald. So it was decided, a new Dumbledore must come forth.

After much consideration, Grindelwald settled on the once-prestigious Prince family. It was said that Sacar Prince was a famous potioneer about two centuries ago. But, upon numerous competitors, betrayals and bad deals, Silvanus’s descendents struggled greatly. The latest of the lineage, Silvanus Prince and his wife, Melinoe Suspirio, was no different. Because of this, Grindelwald thought it easy to persuade the Princes’ to let their daughter, Eleousa, work for him.

In time, Aurelius and Eleousa would meet. Slowly, the two would become acquainted with each other. This was mainly due to their skills; Eleousa was impressed with Aurelius’s Obscurus, along with his romantic side. For Aurelius, he was impressed with Eleousa’s intellect, and her fascination with resurrecting the dead. Long story short, the two young wizards shared a passionate love for eachother. As a result, a baby was on the way.

Unfortunately, Aurelius would be completely unaware of his upcoming child. Shortly after a failed mission in Bhutan, Aurelius would reconcile with his father, Aberforth, and succumb to the Obscurus only a few days later.

Sometime later, little Eileen came into the world. Unfortunately, Eleousa would die not long after her daughter was born. As a result, Eileen would be raised by Silvanus and Melinoe as if she was their daughter. Even going by “Prince” rather than “Barebone” or “Dumbledore”.

As Eileen grew up, the Prince family would see her as a disappointment. Especially as Grindelwald would reach his final downfall. In spite of her cold environment, Eileen tried making the best of things. For instance, she was loyal to her Slytherin House, was skillful in gobstones, potion-making along with spell-casting. She would often try to form a connection with her late mother by researching spells for reviving the dead. However, by the time she turned 21, she felt something absent in her life. Then, when in the Muggle World, she met Tobias Snape…

As a rough-and-tumble Teddy Boy, Tobias Snape was part of a group known as “The Web-Spinners”. Another member was Tobias’s best friend “Severe Seymour”, along with Seymor’s girlfriend, Lydia. However, The Web-Spinners weren’t the only gangs in Cokeworth as they were fiercely rivaled by the “Sweet Deaths”. During one altercation, a naive Eileen was in the gauntlet and would’ve been killed had Tobias and Seymor not stepped in. Eventually, Tobias and Eileen hit it off.

Yet, while Eileen saw Tobias as a potential husband, Tobias saw Eileen as more of a “fling”. Disgusted, Seymour and Lydia often confronted Tobias about such a mindset. Urging him to either marry Eileen or break things off better the relationship gets even more serious. Events later took a turn when Tobias, Seymour and Lydia were at a pub-the same pub the Sweet Deaths were visiting. Thanks to his drunken boasting, Tobias had started a fight that escalated into a major catastrophe. In the end, Seymour and Lydia would be killed by the Sweet Deaths.

Remorseful and horrified, Tobias was at a loss on what to do next until he’d learn that Eileen was an witch. He begged her to bring back his lost friends but Eileen told him that resurrection isn’t what the Wizarding World does. So, Tobias made up his mind; he’ll marry her and, in turn, she’ll find a way to bring back the dead. Eileen knew not to make promises she couldn’t keep, but she could never say “No” to such a magical potential as reviving the deceased. So, in 1953, Tobias Snape and Eileen Prince would marry to the horror of the latter’s family. Silvanus and Melinoe would loathe their granddaughter for choosing a Muggle over her enchanted pure-blood; ultimately cutting her off altogether.

In time, Tobias would quit being a Teddy Boy, move himself and Eileen to the last house at Spinner’s End along with becoming the reluctant father to a raven-haired boy, Severus. Yet, alcoholism and fruitless job-hunting would take a toll over the years. With these factors and Eileen’s failed experiments, Tobias grew more aggressive than ever before. At the expense of her own son, Eileen kept hanging on until Tobias and Eileen would eventually face Death themselves. Leaving Severus in the cold.

Well...what do you think for a theory/headcanon?

#eileen prince #tobias snape #severus snape #credence barebone #aurelius dumbledore #harry potter #harry potter movies #fantastic beasts

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gabriellewebb · 3 years

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The Half-blood Fairy Prince(ss) Titania - IV

Chapter I - Chapter II - Chapter III

IV – The start of second year

"Could you at least cast a Feather-light charm on my trunk, mother?" Titania asked with clenched teeth.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, I didn't bring my wand with me." Eileen Snape smiled apologetically at her. She was completely different from Titania, tiny, blonde and blue-eyed. Eileen could be considered beautiful if she dressed in better clothes and didn't look so tired and unhappy. But Titania didn't took any pity on her mother, she was a grown-up witch who decided to live like a muggle and work like a house-elf, after all. Instead of focusing on her daughter's happiness and taking better care of her, Eileen made lots of sacrifices for a person who only mistreated her and didn't accept the true nature of her being a witch.

Titania wanted to cry, her father beat her quite a lot along the summer and now she couldn't lift her trunk by herself into the Hogwarts Express. Her mother was useless as a witch and was probably in more pain than Titania, who felt impotent being a minor, if she made magic outside school she could be expelled and she couldn't risk her best escape route from a miserable muggle life. She knew some young students did magic inside the train, but most of them were from pure-blood families and had people to watch their back if they had any problems with the Ministry of Magic.

Titania was so proud now about being a witch student, that one summer was enough to make her despise grown for her mother each day passing day. Tobias Snape was a mere muggle who beat both of them almost daily, and Eileen didn't lift a finger to protect her own daughter. Titania was only twelve years old and would be perfectly able to protect herself with magic but she was more scared of being expelled than to be hurt by her own father. Titania promised herself to never let any man control her life or raise a hand towards her, specially if she had kids. The last thing she wanted was to be a bad mother like Eileen Snape.

It was good she had plans of her own to avoid enduring mistreatment and neglect from her parents until achieving majority. Titania planned to owl her witch grandmother Elizabeth Prince and explain her awful situation. She was pretty sure the matriarch of the Prince family had no idea about her existence, and even though her mother was disowned, Elizabeth Prince would welcome her own granddaughter with open arms. Titania could already see her new signature as 'Titania Eileen Prince', much better than 'Snape', as much as being loved and pampered by a lovely grandma.

The train would leave in fifteen minutes or so and Titania was thinking how she was going to enter with her heavy luggage, she only had two friends to help her, Lily and Remus, but she didn't see any of them. Her mother acted before Titania.

"Hello, pretty boy. Can you help my daughter? She strained her back a few moments ago and can't carry her trunk." Eileen asked with a sweet voice, the lie coming out of her lips natural as a breath.

Titania paled when set her eyes at the 'pretty boy' her mother called. It was none other than Sirius Black himself, the boy who tormented quite a lot inside Hogwarts. He heard Eileen with attention and a neutral expression and just after Eileen finished, he opened a large smile, charming and full of teeth.

"It will be my pleasure!" He took Titania's trunk and put inside the train easily. He extended his hand towards Titania as a silent offer to help her embark the train. She felt nervous seeing Sirius acting so chivalrous, but accepted his help anyway, wanting to end all that fake display as soon as possible. Sirius Black didn't release her hand when she stepped near him inside the train. "Don't worry, ma'am, I'll take good care of your daughter." Titania had no reaction when Sirius kissed the back of her hand in front of her mother, who widened her eyes in surprise and then let out a giggle. Eileen smiled fondly at the young couple who looked really cute together. Sirius glanced to a spot just behind Eileen and Titania followed his gaze. A tall woman with aristocratic looks stood by, glaring Sirius with icy gray eyes, very displeased with the scene happening in front of her. It was obviously Sirius' mother and her sneer made Titania suddenly grew conscious of her outfit, an old stained dress that made pretty clear she wasn't just poor, but had muggle origins, and she knew how a witch like her was considered inside pure-blood circles. Eileen had a similar look and could pass easily as a common muggle. Titania wanted to bury her face inside the ground, completely ashamed of herself and she knew Sirius well enough to know he used her to annoy his own mother. His hand had a strong grip around her hande while he dragged her inside the Hogwarts Express, carrying her trunk with the other hand. Titania had no reaction at all and had no idea what he planned to do, she was under the impression he wanted to humiliate her even further.

Sirius turned on his heels to speak to her face-to-face. "I'm sharing a cabin with my younger brother and my cousin. I didn't find James, can you keep me company?" Titania frowned and opened her mouth to deny his request, but he quickly add. "I made you a favor now, I owe me one."

Titania huffed in annoyance. "Fine."

Sirius flashed a grin before opening a cabin where two younger kids sat down beside each other. A blonde girl and a black-haired boy. They both dressed in fancy pure-blood clothes and had the same piercing gray eyes as Sirius. Titania felt small and ashamed of her own poverty, but covered all her feelings behind a neutral mask. Being a Slytherin with a muggle surname, she knew pretty well that showing fear would only made the pure-bloods more inclined to chew her alive. It was a notorious fact almost all Blacks were sorted into Slytherin and the two kids in front of her would be for sure new hatchlings in her House. Sirius was a Grindylow out of water just like herself, being a Black sorted in Gryffindor. Titania only nodded at them as a greeting while Sirius put her trunk in a compartment above their seats. He offered her the seat at the window and she sat down quietly there, feeling the weight of the gaze of the two other Blacks. Titania looked outside the window, trying to avoid eye contact with them. The witch was so tense about the situation she almost forgot all the pain in her body inflicted by her father. An awkward silence followed while Sirius searched for something inside his own trunk placed next to hers.

Sirius sat down lazily by her side. "Here, I hope this works for your back." He stretched his arm to give Titania a small vial. She was able to identify it as generic healing potion that would be more than enough to relieve her pain. Instead of taking it, she stared suspiciously at Sirius. "This one will be free of charge, because I'm a fine gentleman." He winked and the boy in front of him snorted.

"Thank you, Black." Titania took the vial and drank it with one gulp, feeling the effects almost instantly. Her eyes met the gray ones of the boy sitting in front of her. Unlike Sirius at their first year, this boy wasn't so tall and his features were much more delicate than his brother's. He observed with curiosity her interaction with Sirius.

"So, you are Titania," The boy affirmed with conviction. "I'm Regulus Black, Sirius' brother, nice to meet you!" He opened a gentle smile at her.

"And I'm Narcissa Black. I'm very sorry about what my older sister did to you." The blonde girl spoke apologetically, she looked beautiful and frail like a porcelain doll, the opposite of Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Nice to meet you too." Titania said politely and stared outside the window again, the Hogwarts Express already moving at a high speed. She had no interest to prolong a conversation with anyone from the House Black, she was only there following Sirius' request and was too tired to search for another cabin. The small boy still wanted chat, though.

"I knew who you are the moment I settled my eyes on you. You are indeed very pretty, my brother couldn't stop talking about you all summer."

"Stop lying, Reg!" Sirius snarled and Titania felt her face turning hot by Regulus' words, it didn't matter if they were true or not.

"You know I'm not lying! Ouch!" Regulus was silenced by a kick in his shin. "I'll tell mother about this!" Regulus rubbed the afflicted area with a pout.

"Like I care!" Sirius shrugged.

Titania let out a humorless laugh. "Is this your new scheme, Black?" She frowned at Sirius who stared at her in confusion. "Being nice to me and using your brother to convince me you are interested in me somehow. Is this a new sort of prank you invented with James?"

Sirius only gaped at her, dumbly and speechless. Regulus chuckled in amusement.

"Using me? That's a far too complex plot for a Gryffindor to make," Regulus stated with a smirk. "And I doubt my moronic brother would play with a girl's feelings just to prank her. Or are you afraid of that because you have feelings for him too?"

Titania narrowed her eyes at the boy in front of her, suppressing the urge to stand up, take her things and storm out of the cabin, because that would only give fuel to his insinuations. She schooled her emotions and opened a sardonic smirk. "Oh yes, I have feelings for your brother," Titania made a dramatic pause before continuing."Disgust, anger..." She trailed off, making Regulus laugh and Narcissa giggle. Sirius clenched his jaw and huffed, trying to feign indifference.

"Oh Merlin! I had no idea you were so delightful, Titania. Now I understand why my brother is so obsessed about you."

Sirius scoffed, crossing his arms. "You snakes are a bunch of liars."

"I only see one liar here, and he is a Gryffindor. Or maybe you lions are just a bunch of cowards in the matters of heart?" Regulus teased. Titania was surprised seeing the boy awfully calm while defying the explosive Sirius Black. Narcissa was clearly nervous, looking up at Sirius with a fearful expression, all the blood drained out of her face.

"You are lucky I don't like to punch weaklings, brother!" Sirius took his trunk and stormed out of the cabin, leaving the three of them alone. Titania never expected this reaction of Sirius. Regulus flashed her a victorious smile while his cousin seemed about to thrown up. An awkward silence followed Sirius' absence.

Thank mother magic Lily appeared the next minute to rescue Titania, dragging her out of the cabin. She expend the rest of the trip with Lily, Remus and skinny first year boy with a straw-blonde hair. He glanced a lot at Titania's direction and after a while Lily tried to include him in their conversation. His name was Bartemius Crouch Junior and was too shy to chat with strangers. Titania couldn't bother less, too eager to know how was the summer of her friends.

Regulus and Narcissa were sorted inside the Slytherin and sat near Bellatrix, Andromeda and Lucius Malfoy. Titania was sitting far away from them, at the end of the table like the outcast she was. The boy who was with her, Lily and Remus in the train was sorted in Slytherin too and sat across from her at the table. They didn't speak, but he glanced at her lots of times, like wanting to chat.

The morning of the next day Titania woke up earlier than everyone else to write a letter for her grandmother, asking if she could live with her, because her father was always drunk and didn't accept the fact she was a witch like her mother. Titania highlighted the fact she had the best grades of her year and would made her grandmother very proud.

Titania was very optimistic about the turn her life was about to take and was impatient to read her grandma's reply.

It took a few days for that to happen, but she remained hopeful. On a Saturday morning, at breakfast, an elegant eagle owl landed in front of Titania on the breakfast table. It was the first time she received a letter and she felt important for the first time in her entire life. She was aware the animal drew the attention of some students, so beautiful and pompous it was clear it belonged to someone wealthy. As soon as Titania took the letter, the owl flew away gracefully.

All joy and hope Titania felt the previous days fade away, like dust in the wind, as soon as she read the contents.

"The House Prince is proud of never staining our bloodline with filthyness coming from muggles or mudbloods. I have no granddaughter."

It had the signature of Elizabeth Prince and Titania reread the piece of paper four or five times in disbelief, feeling utterly stupid and naive for never considering a negative reply from her grandmother. She was feeling a turmoil of emotions inside of her and wouldn't be able to keep them all for herself so much longer. She stood up from the breakfast table leaving her food untouched and walked calmly out the Great Hall. When alone she run as fast as she could towards the Owlery, the letter still on her hand. But she didn't go there to send an owl to anyone, but to find a place near there to cry as much as she wanted without being disturbed. She thought the flapping of wings and the screech of the owls would be enough to muffle the sound of her sobs.

Sirius Black was the one who find her after five or ten minutes. Titania was sitting down on the ground hugging her knees while she cried. He called her name and she looked up at him, startled at first, and then her heart was filled with anger. She couldn't believe Black followed her there. She searched for Potter and Pettigrew following behind him, but Sirius was alone.

"What happened?" He asked softly, looking genuinely concerned.

"That's none of your business, Black! Leave me alone!" She buried her face between her knees again, trying to ignore the annoying presence and not caring too much if he was going to mock her or not.

Titania heard when Sirius sat on the ground by her side and kept still. "My father send me chocolate frogs today. Do you like them?" He asked in a casual tone, like he was talking to Potter instead of her.

Titania turned her face to stare at him, he didn't look hostile or with second intentions, but she wouldn't let her guard down in front of him. "Does it matter if I like or not?" She sniffed.

Sirius clicked his tongue and pushed a box on her palm with a frown. "Here. This one is for you, but I have more, you can eat as much as you want." Sirius had a short temper, but was able to control himself to act as gently as he could.

"Well, then I will eat all of them and you'll have nothing!" She defied, distrustful, and he barked out a laugh.

"How about we see who can eat more?" He offered, making Titania flash a smirk.

The witch only managed to eat five or six chocolate frogs while Sirius ate eight or nine and while they did it, they looked at the cards they got and he explained about them to Titania. Sirius was able to distract Titania and even made her laugh a few times. It was the first time she realized Sirius Black could be a very entertaining company when he wasn't acting like a jerk. It was also the first time they kept more than an hour next to each other without fighting. Sirius already had the cards they got inside the boxes, so he gave them to Titania along with the remaining few boxes he had with him. He only needed a few cards to complete his collection and made Titania promise she would hand them to him if she got any from the boxes he gave her.

Titania spend the afternoon with Lily and Remus studying at the library. The boy had an awful appearance, like he was sick or in pain, maybe both, he was almost blacking out on the desk. Titania offered calling Madam Pomfrey, but Lily explained Remus was at the Hospital Wing since morning and was still recovering from a stomach ache crisis. (It was the excuse Remus Lupin gave them to cover he was a werewolf recovering from the prior night transformation. It was a painful process, with bones growing, breaking and rearranging to make his body take the wolfish form, a similar process happening with his muscles and organs, and then back in the morning to his human form. As a werewolf, the recovery of the first transformation was much quicker, thanks to the regeneration ability granted in that form, but his human body was weaker and took a day or two to recover from all muscular pain and tiredness of the process.)

Remus being sick was just another excuse she found to not share the chocolate frogs with them. She wanted to, but was too embarrassed to tell Lily she received the boxes from Black. Titania felt really moved with Sirius' behavior and actually enjoyed the time she spent in his company. It was more easy to pay attention at his charms and good looks when he wasn't behaving like a douchebag.

On Sunday Titania was standing by at the courtyard waiting Lily for a stroll near the Black Lake when her skirt suddenly lift up, showing her knickers and bare thighs. It wasn't caused by the wind, but by a spell, she turned her body to stare who was behind her, seeing James and Peter snickering while Sirius stared dumbly at her uncovered skin, completely entranced. Titania stormed at his direction while trying to adjust her clothes down, and gave a slap straight onto his cheek. Her reaction made James and Peter roll on the ground laughing.

Sirius blinked like waking up from a daze. "Hey, it wasn't me!" He shouted angrily, rubbing his cheek.

"Of course it wasn't you." Titania scoffed, finally able to put her skirt into its rightful place.

Sirius approached her, taking one of her hands into his own. "It wasn't me, I'm serious."

Titania pulled her hand out of his grasp with an expression of disgust. "And I am Titania, asshole."

Peter squeaked and James started to cackle thanks to her comment. Titania was extremely angry and ashamed for believing even for a moment that Sirius Black could be a good person and treat her well. It was obvious to her that Sirius just wanted to make a joke of her in front of his friends, but lifting up her skirt was too much.

"Fine, then! Go away, Snake!" It was the last thing she heard from Sirius while she strode away from his presence.

Sirius was actually innocent, but he had a short temper and he exploded by the fact Titania didn't give him the benefit of doubt, accusing him without even hearing his explanation. It was Peter who cast the spell to lift her skirt up and Sirius took the blame on his place, not for the last time in his life. He glared at Peter and James, but they were too entertained having fun at his expenses, both boys still laughing hard on the ground.

Sirius felt slightly betrayed by James, because his best friend was the one who wrote him all summer, saying he should be more genuine about his feelings towards Snape and how fun it would be if they could have double dates on the future, Sirius with Titania and James with Lily. They both agreed Remus Lupin was a threat, being too close with the two girls, but Sirius was pretty sure his tall classmate only had eyes for HIS fairy queen. Well, thanks to Peter now it would be so much harder to conquer her affections.

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potters-little-ferret · 5 years

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Biracial Snape Headcanons

Snape’s maternal grandparents were from Japan and studied at Mahoutokoro School of Magic. They moved to England in the early 1920s and changed their names to attenuate discrimination, but brought Eileen up to be proud of her cultural identity.

Eileen was raised bilingual and she made a point of ensuring Severus was as well. This often led to conflict with Tobias, who didn’t approve and would even punish his son if he heard him speaking Japanese. (“Don’t you ever let me hear you speaking that drivel again! We speak English in this house, do you hear me?”)

Racism and stereotyping was a problem for him at school. He more than often had to deal with offensive slurs and imitations from his classmates - not to mention the various teachers who also scolded him for not speaking English. (“The passion you have for your second language is commendable, Master Snape. However, I would appreciate it if you kept it out of the classroom, as it might make the other students uncomfortable.)

Severus soon learned that being able to speak two languages came with its perks though. He would often use it to counteract bullies by throwing insults they couldn’t understand, and conjured his spells in Japanese to catch his opponents off guard.

Lily’s fascination of his culture built the foundation of their friendship. Severus had grown so accustomed to people ridiculing his identity (even his own father,) that someone actually showing interest and respecting his roots was a pleasant surprise.

Despite the fact that they hated each other, James Potter once instinctively punched another student in the face for telling Severus to “go back to his country.”

When he started teaching at Hogwarts, Severus's grandmother sent him a Howler, which Severus made the mistake of opening in the middle of the Great Hall.

“WELL DONE, MY LITTLE DUCK! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU! I KNOW YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO SEND HOWLERS WHEN YOU’RE CROSS WITH SOMEONE, BUT I FELT THAT A LETTER WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO CONVEY MY FEELINGS AS EFFECTIVELY! NOW IF ONLY YOU’D GET MARRIED AND GIVE ME SOME GRANDCHILDREN! GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR WORK “PROFESSOR”! HUGS AND KISSES!”

Mcgonagall just stares at him like, “little duck???”

Nana Prince is an absolute legend though.

She’s 4″9 and acts like your cliché grandma, but she will kick your ass if you get her mad.

Whenever she scolds Severus, it’s always in Japanese, because then he knows she’s not fucking around.

She puts Molly Weasley to shame with her Christmas sweaters, though she has a bad habit of enchanting them with some added perks (like twinkling lights that will never burn out.) During the holidays, Severus is often seen brooding in the shadows, lit up like a Christmas tree.

His grandmother also has a slight obsession with Dumbledore. So much so that she occasionally “drops in” to visit Severus and “just so happens” to run into the headmaster at the same time. Severus just hasn’t got the heart to tell her that Albus is gay.

There was also that one time when Severus was forced to share his chambers with Remus for a night (*insert reason here*) and the DADA professor decided to take a bath the next morning. Cue Nana Prince turning up uninvited and knocking on Severus’s door, only to be greeted by a dripping wet stranger, wearing only a towel around his waist.

“Severus never told me he had a boyfriend! Oh, you’re adorable!” *cue lots of cheek pinching*

Remus is understandably confused.

Severus’s head almost explodes and he tries to convince his grandmother that, no, that is not his boyfriend, he’s just a work colleague, yada yada.

“There’s no need to be so bashful, Severus. He seems like a very nice young man - and so handsome! Just wait till I tell your mother, I think she’ll cry.”

“I don’t even like him!”

“You like him enough to let him use your facilities.”

“We can’t have children!”

“You can adopt some.”

“He’s a werewolf.”

“Well, no one’s perfect.”

#severus snape #snupin #headcanons #tw: racism

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laventadorn · 4 years

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Part 1/2 I was wondering if you had any ideas/headcanons wrt Eileen/Tobias? JK doesn't really go into how they met, but given the little info he gives us its pretty clear the type of marriage they had. But, I was wondering why Tobias acted the way he did. Not that he needs a reason, but I love backstories. Do u have one for the Snapes? Personally, I sawa bit of parallel with how Seamus described how his muggle dad didn't know his mom was a which until after the wedding. I can sort of see...

I wrote one for my first HP fic, in fact! Heavily influenced by Jane Austen lmao

I would change some aspects of this now, but this was the version I dug up from my Ancient Writings:

(readmore, y u no work)

Eileen’s parents’ marriage was arranged, as many pure-blood marriages are. The Princes were a very old, distinguished line, but impoverished, while her mother’s family was relatively new, in a pure-blood sense, but wealthy. Her parents set up the marriage with Mr. Prince, who was rather older than their daughter, but she agreed to it. However, within a short time she was unhappy, since her husband, raised to frugality, was rather miserly and she was spendthrift; and being younger, she wanted to do a great many things that it was not in his temperament to agree to. When Eileen was about five or six, her mother ran away, abandoning her child and her marriage, eloping to Europe with a lover. Her husband was so humiliated and enraged that he forbade anyone in the household to speak her name ever again. He destroyed all evidence of her existence in the house—the possessions she had left behind, the paintings they’d had commissioned, even renouncing her personal house-elf. Even when he learned, three years later, that she’d died in conditions of poverty and hardship, it didn’t soften him toward her; instead, he only believed she had got what she deserved.

When Eileen was seven, he remarried, this time to a widow, one of the Blacks, who had endured a childless marriage of some fifteen years until her husband was killed rather stupidly trying to learn how to ride a dragon. She had no wealth, but Mr. Prince still had his wife’s fortune, and Mrs. Black’s impeccable bloodline meant more to him in any case. She and Mr. Prince were rather meant for each other, however: both were nip-farthings, both joyless and cruel, and both rigidly traditional. They believed in duty, propriety, and unstinting obedience from their children.

Mrs. Black, now Mrs. Prince, thought worse of the former Mrs. Prince than even her husband did. To her, a woman’s infidelity was the worst of vile sins, and she pitied her new husband for having married such a filthy whore. She was sorry that the former Mrs. Prince had left behind a little girl, since naturally the daughter of such a whore would turn out just like her.

But Mrs. Prince was determined to do her duty by Eileen. She raised her to be a proper pure-blood wife—dutiful, obedient, graceful and silent. She beat into her the importance of propriety, telling Eileen how vital it was that she give no one any cause to say how like her mother she was, however much she would surely have the same sort of base, wicked urges as that slut. She also impressed upon Eileen the necessity of marrying into a pure-blood family of stature, since her mother was a fine example of the rubbish that rose to the surface of bad blood.

Within a few short years, the new Mrs. Prince had rewarded her second husband with twin sons. These boys had the benefit firstly of being boys, always a plus in pure-blood families, as well as the added bonus of not having a piece of trash for a mother. The practice of favoring the sons over the daughters was standard in pure-blood families, but the sins of Eileen’s mother worsened her lot. Nothing Eileen ever did was right enough or good enough or proper enough in the eyes of her family; and at school she had no friends, since the pure-blood daughters of Slytherin were fully aware of her mother’s story and had been forbidden from associating with her. Eileen was not pretty, and her home life was too miserable to make her good enough company to compensate for her other defects. Her father pretended she did not exist, her brothers teased and tormented her, and her stepmother ruled her whole life with a fist of iron.

Eileen retreated into her schoolwork, into books and knowledge. In second year she did make one friend, a Ravenclaw named Constance Marlowe. Constance was a very tranquil person. Her mother was Muggle-born, and she would tell Eileen about her Muggle grandparents. Eileen had never met Muggles. Her father and stepfather loathed them, but they loathed Eileen, too, and loved her brothers and the pure-blood families who treated Eileen as if their cruelty was simply preempting every nasty thing they suspected she would ever do.

Then in fifth year, while visiting the sea shore on summer holiday, Constance drowned. Eileen went to her funeral, to which many of Constance’s Muggle relatives had come. They looked like regular people, although they dressed funny. After that, Eileen hated the ocean, but realized that Muggles were capable of human thought and speech, which her family had always led her to believe they weren’t.

When school ended, she returned to live at her father’s house, since pure-blood women of her family’s stature did not get jobs; they got married. But with Eileen’s reputation, her looks, and her father’s desire to spend as little money on her dowry as possible, she received no offers. Her blood was not even decent enough, balanced as it was by her mother’s betrayal. So for more than ten years, Eileen lived in her father’s home, a companion to her stepmother, an object of mockery to her brothers and the children they went on to have.

By the time she was thirty, everyone, even she, was certain she would never marry. Her stepmother even came to relax her restrictions, since she had kept Eileen wrapped so tightly out of a duty to maidenly propriety. A thin, unattractive thirty-year-old witch was not likely to be prey to any lascivious attentions or whims. Uncaring now of the reputation she had so viciously guarded, Mrs. Prince let Eileen out of the house for longer periods of time … although she might not have, had she known Eileen was visiting Muggle haunts.

On one of these jaunts, when she was about thirty-one, Eileen met Tobias. She had gone, in fact, to the seaside town where Constance drowned, perhaps out of a morbid desire to torture herself. He was there, too, trying to get away from his life for a bit, since he’d just gotten divorced.

He had married young when his girlfriend got pregnant unexpectedly. He’d done his duty by her, quitting school and going to work at the mill, but a few months before the day he met Eileen, his wife had sat him down and said she’d fallen in love with some other bloke, but she wanted to do right by Tobias because he’d always done right by her. She and he weren’t in love, hadn’t been since the very early days, even if they’d rubbed along together easily enough, and he said as long as he could keep seeing his girl, they’d be all right. So they divorced amicably, and she married the other bloke, who was a bit older and balding and sort of fat, but a jolly sort, which Tobias had to admit he was not. Lorraine’s new husband looked a bit like Santa Claus to Tobias, and he knew his daughter would like her step-father, if she didn’t already. And although as a young man he’d agreed to the marriage of necessity and had never really been bitter about it, happy enough with his wife and daughter for company, he had wanted more from his life than he’d wound up with at thirty-five: divorced, uneducated, in a dreary, pointless job.

As she was talking with him, Eileen realized she wanted more than anything to get away from her family. She realized how purely she hated them, as if the hatred ran through her blood. She decided to scandalize them utterly: packed up her marriage chest and ran away, to live with Tobias without marrying him, hoping to drive her father and step-mother both to an apoplectic fit, but at least one or the other if she could manage it.

So she and Tobias simply lived together for a while, until Eileen got pregnant. She had been guarding against this, but the magical world had an old wives’ tale that wizarding babies wanted to be born so badly that sometimes, you couldn’t stop them. When she told Tobias, he wanted to get married, and although she didn’t really, she didn’t want her child to suffer the ignominy of being the bastard of a whore. So they were married, very quietly, only Tobias’ ex-wife in attendance with her family. Not wanting to give birth to a daughter that would live the life she’d had, Eileen mixed a very Dark potion to ensure the birth of a son.

So Severus was born. She put an ad in the Daily Prophet, hoping her family would see it, in case it would give them an aneurism.

Before Severus was born, but when she was close to due, Tobias asked her if the baby would have magic. Eileen said, “It is likely, but he may not.”

“What happens if he doesn’t?” Tobias asked.

Eileen shrugged. “Then he doesn’t.” She wanted her son to be a wizard, but she was no longer in the magical world; a Squib child would not matter to her now. She had brothers; she was not even the end of the line.

It was impossible to tell if babies had magic, so for several years after Severus’ birth it was a moot issue. Eileen continued to work spells, because Tobias said he didn’t mind, he actually thought it was pretty interesting. And then one day when Severus was about four or five, he worked magic, and out of nowhere Tobias blew up at the pair of them. Eileen was so shocked she actually flinched away, because although she knew Tobias had a temper, he’d never turned it on her. Severus burst into tears. And then Eileen pulled herself together and reacted, rage and hatred boiling up out of her through her wand, and she turned it on her husband, the way she’d always wanted to do to her brothers, her father, her step-mother, the children at school, and she blasted him across the room and into the bookshelf.

Severus screamed. Eileen stood frozen, looking at Tobias’ unconscious body slumped under an array of books. She blasted them off him and found he was bleeding from cuts all over his front. She hastily flooed them all to St. Mungo’s, where he was swiftly patched up. Although the Healers gave her funny looks, they did nothing to her because she was a witch and he was only a Muggle, and there weren’t legal protections in those days for the Muggle spouses of wizards and witches.

Tobias wasn’t the same after that. Eileen didn’t know whether it was the shock of her turning her magic on him, or Severus’ own magic manifesting, or even the trip to St. Mungo’s, because his face as he looked around the hospital as they left had been haunted. After that, he began to drink more. Although he’d always had a few on the weekends and even more on holidays, he was soon never seen without a drink in his hand or the scent of alcohol on his breath. He wouldn’t tell Eileen what was wrong, and it was impossible to get anything from the mind of a drunk person; even trying it made one disoriented.

She expected him to leave them; expected to wake up one morning and find him gone, but for some reason he never did. They settled into a life where Tobias would go for days avoiding her and Severus, hardly speaking to them when sober, muttering when inebriated, with occasional outbursts of temper that Eileen would sometimes curtail, but at others simply weather out. As a young child Severus was at first frightened, then hurt, and once he grew older, resentful.

Once, when Severus was about seven, she did wake up in the middle of the night and find Tobias in Severus’ room, watching him sleep. Tobias was just drunk enough to be honest. He looked up at her with haunted eyes and said, “Do you hate that I can’t do it?”

“Do what?” she asked, bewildered.

“What you can do. What he can do. Do you hate me because I can’t?”

Eileen just stared at him. “Is that why you act like this?” He didn’t say anything, just looked back at Severus. “No, I don’t hate you. That would be like hating the sky because it’s blue.”

When he spoke, she almost didn’t hear him. “Sometimes I hate you, though. Both of you.”

It took Eileen much longer than it should have to understand what Tobias was really telling her: that he hated them for being able to do something he never would. He hated them for having the power of magic when he was only a Muggle. That look on his face in St. Mungo’s had been shock at an entire world he’d never guessed existed; and now that he knew of it, he also knew he would only ever be on the outside looking in.

But she had not understood this in time. She resented his drinking; he resented her powers; they resented each other’s resentment. And at the heart of it, they came to hate the other for a second chance that had turned to ash, just as the first chance had.

Eventually Eileen realized that the same barrier that stood between her and Tobias had blocked him off from Severus, and she simply quit trying to bridge it. She drew Severus into the circle of her magic, eschewing any acknowledgment of the non-magical world he was half a part of. She had always meant Tobias to show him that part, and now Tobias would not. She taught Severus about his magical bloodline, the House of their family’s allegiance, the world he would enter once he was old enough, the powers he would wield. Although she punished him if he looked in her books without her permission, she taught him hexes and curses and spells that would get him respected among his Slytherin peers, that would receive him the notice of families he would need to impress in order to gain entrance into the society that should have been his—both of theirs, had her life gone much differently. She raised him more as she had been raised, in a manner typical for pure-blood daughters: with strictness and not much indulgence, because she’d loathed the men her brothers had become, alternately indulged and ruthlessly punished as they had been, as the beloved sons of two cruel, cold-hearted people.

In teaching Severus about the world she had left, sending him off into the future he ought to have, Eileen realized she had never been happy in the world of magic. She had known the truth of that, lived it all her life, but never articulated it to herself. But she was not happy in the Muggle world, either; she did not understand it, couldn’t navigate it. It was too vast and unfamiliar for her even to know where to start. As she prepared Severus for Hogwarts, Eileen realized the only time she had been anything close to happy was in that seaside town when she had met Tobias, and she had believed, for a handful of days, that the future would be different from the past.

But it hadn’t been. Now Tobias was gone, and only Severus was left. And even though she had tried her hardest to make it otherwise, she realized that Severus was just as out-of-place as she had ever been; she, the daughter of a whore, the pure-blood wife of a Muggle with a wizard for a son. Severus was the child of two people whose lives had been wasted for them by others; sent as hardly more than a baby into the world of pure-blood politics with such a tiny arsenal of anything they would see as promise, in love with a naïve Muggle-born Gryffindor. If Severus wanted the Muggle-born, he would cut all his chances of entering good society; and if he got the Muggle-born, he would find himself in the midst of people who regarded his magic with jealousy and suspicion.

That was the true curse of the half-blood, she thought. You were always trapped between worlds that didn’t know how to claim you.

*Snape doesn’t have those uncles anymore cuz they died off somehow, and he doesn’t have contact with his dad’s first family. He doesn’t strike me as someone who has a large extended family he pals around with, although I’m sure they exist. I have 1 jillion cousins I know absolutely nothing about, not even their names.

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obviously-best-potions-master · 5 years

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Ghosts of the Past

Chapter 50

Word count: 1269

A/N: credit to @aarmensfuglybutt and @maria-rivera-soto for the idea.

Snape was sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace, and you were laying on his lap, resting after a long walk. With your eyes closed, you enjoyed his gentle soothing touch. His fingers slowly and carefully made their way through your hair, which, to your surprise and pleasure, had a relaxing effect on your whole body. You felt his love pouring into you through his palms, when he tenderly caressed your face, your neck, your shoulders. His strong yet caring arms were the safest place in the world, where you wanted to spend the rest of your life.

Snape watched you with admiration. His once empty soul now overflowed with warmth and tenderness.

You sighed peacefully and opened your eyes. "I feel so good with you, Sev..."

"Me too, girl..." He whispered, and his lips stretched in a smile.

You snuggled to him, making yourself comfortable. Leisurely looking around the room, you suddenly caught a glimpse of an object you hadn’t noticed before. On the shelf over the fireplace there stood a golden statuette in the shape of a small ball.

“What is it over the fireplace?” You raised your head amused, pointing at the curious thing, which drew your attention.

“Gobstones Cup,” he answered indifferently.

“You played Gobstones?!” Your face twitched in surprise, as you returned your cheerful glance back at him.

“I didn’t,” he snapped with a heavy frown.

The smile faded from your face, you started up and sat next to him, worriedly looking into his eyes, trying to find the reason of such a sudden change in his mood.

He didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t want to recall a single day from his past, and this Cup really was something, that could revive a chain of unpleasant and painful memories. Seeing your concerned face, Snape felt ashamed for responding you that sharp. Scolding himself, he clenched his jaws and cupped your face, gently stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. He smiled apologetically, his glance full of regret.

“It’s my mother’s Cup,” he said softly.

Your heart raced, he never spoke about his family. Despite of numerous questions swarming in your head, motionless, you just sat, peering into his eyes, being afraid to ask. Giving him time to collect his thoughts, you tensed in anticipation. Would he be willing to tell you his story, or he’d consider this information enough for you?

“She was the Captain of the school team and the President of the Hogwarts Gobstones Club,” he continued after a pause.

You carefully rested your hand on his shoulder, rubbing gentle circles on his chest, encouraging him to go on.

“She also studied in Hogwarts?” Your quiet voice acted soothingly, as well as your tender touch.

Snape took your hand which held his face, kissed your palm and got up from the sofa. Confused, you remained sitting, following him with a wary glance. He walked slowly to the fireplace, grabbed the Cup and twirled it in his hands, resurrecting pictures of the gone days in his memory. The wrinkle between his brows deepened in a sullen frown, giving his serious face a thoughtful expression.

You regretted for unintentionally forcing him to return to his past and watched him silently, not daring to approach.

Snape stood as if venturing on something. After a moment, which seemed you an eternity, he sighed and pulled out an old leather-bound book, which was hidden behind the others. You were the only person he could entrust his deepest secrets, without fear of being condemned or misunderstood.

Eyes fixed on the things he held, Snape slowly returned to you and took a seat beside you. He handed you the Cup. There was not just one ball, as it first seemed to you, but three of them. Tracing your finger over a small tablet below, you read the inscription engraved on the pedestal. It said: Eileen Prince, Gobstones Tournament, 1945.

“Eileen Prince,” you repeated to yourself. That was his mother's name. Excited at the new feeling, which grew inside of you, you raised a grateful glance on Severus.

“She was very proud of it,” he said quietly. There was so much sadness in his voice, that your heart sank painfully.

Snape took the Cup from you and placed it aside, pushing the old book in your hands instead. You looked at him as if asking for permission to open it, although it was obvious he gave it to you for this purpose. He nodded approvingly, chasing your doubts away.

Turning the cover, you realized you were holding a photo album.

You got to know him better with each story he told you, with each experience he shared with you over these years. But this time everything was different, now he opened all the doors wide open before you, letting you into his world.

You stared at him again with a frightened, uncertain look. He smiled gently, touched by your advertence and delicacy. Pulling one half of the album to himself and leaving the other on your lap, he gently put his hand on your shoulder, drawing you into his hold, and turned the first page. A faded photo of a young skinny girl of approximately 15 years old was attached to the old shabby sheet. Unlike the usual happy smile, expected to be found on pictures, her look was cross and sullen. She wasn't attractive, but you noticed familiar features you loved so much in the man, sitting beside you. You couldn't help smiling at their similarity.

The corners of Snape’s lips raised, as he watched you.

“You are very much alike,” you gave him a kind glance.

He didn’t answer, only tightened his grip on you. You rested your head on his shoulder, and stroked his hand, which held the album. He turned the next page, and you saw his mother surrounded by her school friends, gloomy and surly. Just like him! You chuckled.

Another photo showed Eileen standing with a tall young man. It was probably his father, you thought, but decided not to ask questions entailing obvious answers.

“Tobias Snape,” Severus explained in a prickly voice, his upper lip twitched in disgust, “my bloody father.”

You slowly raised a questioning glance at him and saw a well-known contemptuous expression on his face, it was never meant for you, but you had to see it quite often. You understood at once, that the story wasn’t going to be pleasant.

Snape told you, how his father abused him and his mother, how he hated wizards, and how Snape hated him. Your heart was aching at the thought, that your only dearest person hadn’t known love and happiness since childhood. Determined to give him everything he lacked in his wretched life, you clung to him, letting him know, he wasn’t alone any more.

On the next picture there was a thin boy with huge black eyes. You couldn't believe it was Severus. Remarkable, how years alter people.

The following photos showed him as a student.

“Your hairstyle hasn't changed much,” smiling sadly, you paged further, trying not to focus on his unhappy appearance.

Snape didn’t pay attention to the album anymore. He was watching you and the way your face changed touchingly, when you looked through the pictures. Now he knew, that everything bad, that had ever happened to him, was left on the old pages. Overwhelmed with love for you, he realized, there was no space for grief and sadness left in his soul. Now that he had a reason to live, for the first time in his life he could happily look in the future.

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changeling-fae · 5 years

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HPHM Character Profile

Thanks @batgirl-87 for tagging me!

General Information.

Name : Melody Kairi Prince

Age : 16 (currently)

Gender : Female

Nickname(s) :

Mel (by Jae)

Pip (by Jacob apparently)

Little troll (by her eldest brother William)

Cuttlefish (by her grandfather)

Date of Birth : March 1st, 1973 at 6:30pm

Astrological/ Zodiac Sign : Here’s her chart,

Ethnicity : Irish, Siren

Nationality : Irish

Species : Witch, Siren

Blood Type : A

Blood Status : Half-breed (quarter?)

Family :

Father - Halwyn Orpheus Prince

Halwyn and Eileen Prince were cousins, sharing grandparents making Melody and Snape second cousins.

The Prince family are very much like the Gaunts in once being wealthy pure bloods but are now reduced to a shadow of once they were.

They weren’t as poor as the Gaunts but we’re nothing like the Malfoys or Blacks in terms of wealth.

They clung to pure blood ideals however and can also tie their lineage to Cadmus Peverell.

Before his sons were born, Halwyn was the youngest and last male Prince.

He had two older sisters and Eileen his only first cousin.

He was disowned when he married Odella Gale, since she’s half siren.

He was placed in Slytherin just like all the Prince’s and proud of it.

He had a talent for potions, herbology, and DADA.

He was a very stoic and reserved man who could pick people apart psychologically if he was feeling malicious. He was soft with his family however.

He is eventually murdered by R/Cabal when Melody is 10.

Mother - Odella Aislinn Gale

Odella is half siren with a siren mother.

She was raised by her father on land but her mother would come visit from time to time.

She was placed into Slytherin which is where she met Halwyn.

She was aware of her blood status during the rise of pure blood supremacy and so worked extra hard out of spite.

She ended up as both Prefect and Head Girl of Slytherin.

She was a member of the Frog Choir.

She had a talent for charms, transfiguration, CoMC, and divination.

She was deeply in love with Halwyn and his sudden death hit her hard.

Jacob’s fall from grace and sudden disappearance right only a few months after Halwyn’s death pushed her more into grief.

At first she was paranoid of Melody running away (hence not letting her have a broom) but then swung the opposite, hardly ever home and throwing herself into work.

Melody looking for the vaults angered her further and their relationship hasn’t recovered.

Eldest Brother - William Halwyn Prince

Melody’s eldest brother who is 11 years older than her.

He can give Snape a run for his money as a cranky, sarcastic, jerk.

He is a loner who on the whole doesn’t like people.

Thanks to being part siren he’s ridiculously attractive and draws people to him despite his prickly personality.

He does have a soft spot for his family and would protect them, even he is mean about it.

The only person he actively likes is his best friend/boyfriend, Faran, a Ravenclaw werewolf.

He has a talent for DADA and potions and makes his boyfriend’s wolfsbane potion.

He becomes a curse breaker for Gringotts along with his boyfriend.

Second Brother - Jacob Corentin Prince

He’s 6 years older than Melody and 5 younger than William.

He’s more hotheaded than William and Melody but he’s good at hiding it.

Only originally looked for the vaults for fun but then got sucked into the more serious side once R got involved.

Once Duncan dies he becomes obsessed with breaking the curse to give meaning to what they did.

Once his dad was murdered he felt it was his fault and left to protect his family and get revenge.

He and William fought a lot growing up but he’s protective of Melody.

Has the attitude that only he’s allowed to tease her.

He didn’t get along with Snape because he reminded him too much of his brother William.

His best subjects were flying, DADA, and transfiguration.

Grandfather - Corentin Cian Gale

Odella’s father and his home is where the family lives.

He’s one of the top experts in Merfolk studies and a renowned magizoologist.

He helped Newt Scamander’s section on water based magical creatures and is longtime friends with him.

He’s also good friends with Professor Kettleburn.

He was sorted into Ravenclaw in his youth.

He’s a very patient and caring man.

Due to his work he has to be away from home a lot but makes an effort to come home to Melody during summer when he can.

He writes to her often when she’s at Hogwarts, trying to compensate for Melody’s sense of abandonment.

His best subjects were CoMC, herbology, and charms.

Grandmother - Kairi

She’s a cold water siren whose colony lives between Iceland and the Faroe Islands.

She could only spend 7 years on land with Corentin before having to return to the sea.

The last 3 she was able to spend with Odella.

She’s much older than even Corentin since sirens age slowly and has children from previous matings.

So Odella has a few full siren half siblings.

Kairi visits her grandchildren during the summer sometimes and taught all of them how to hunt underwater.

She still very much loves Corentin even if she can’t be with him anymore.

Second Cousin - Severus Tobias Snape

Melody and Snape are aware of their relation to each other.

He’s technically welcome to their family but obviously he keeps his distance.

Because of this Melody and her brothers knew not to reveal their blood ties since Snape clearly doesn’t want it to be known.

Because of some of the similarities Snape holds with her father who had just died, she subconsciously latched on to him when they first met.

Snape is aware of this but is mercifully against mocking her for it.

He does get frustrated that none of his prickly barbs bother her.

Most of his animosity comes from not liking Jacob but some of it is from the fact that their backgrounds are similar (disowned parents) but her family clearly loves her, even with its problems.

Despite his acidic nature to her at times, he doesn’t actually want anything bad to happen to her.

Plus she does make the Slytherin house look really good and is the reason they win the House Cup every year.

Affiliation(s)/ Organization(s) :

Slytherin

The Frog Choir

The Potions Club

Charms Tutor

Assistant Curse-breaker

Magical Creatures Reserve Volunteer

Occupation(s) :

Future Healer for St Mungo’s

Future Healer for Hogwarts

Curse-breaker for Gringotts (William’s job)

Ministry of Magic (her parents)

Merfolk Diplomat (her grandfather)

Magical Characteristcs.

Form of Boggart : Emptiness, just silence.

Form of Patronus : Cuttlefish (though might become a sea serpent).

Form of Riddikulus : A surprise party.

What do they see in the Mirror of Erised? : Her family happy and whole.

Wand(s) :

-Length : 12 inches

-Flexibility : Surprisingly swishy

-Wood : Silver Lime

-Core : A scale from her grandmother’s tail

Description :

Animagus : Diving Petrel

Amortentia :

What she smells like to others; The very first hints of the sea, a summer storm, and honeysuckle.

What she smells; Parchment and ink, birdseed, and pine (Talbott).

Appearance.

Height : 5’3

Weight : 122 lbs

Complexion(skin tone/ conditions) :

Fair/pale skin that looks almost translucent in water.

Shimmering fish scales wherever water touches her.

If she hasn’t been in sea or lake water for over 3 days, her skin becomes red and patchy like a severe skin condition and she’ll start stinking like rotting fish.

Hair Color/ Style :

Silver white

Tight waves/loose curls

She almost always keep it long except during her 5th year where she cut it short as a way to cope with the trauma of watching Rakepick torture a random man.

She only needs sea or lake water to wash her hair and keep it healthy.

Eye Color :

A deep sea foam color in most cases.

When she’s pissed off it changes to almost a cold flat sea foam color and her pupils constrict to pins.

Hogwarts Information.

Worst Class(es) : She’s too much of a perfectionist to not do well but she does have least favorites.

History of Magic; Professor Binns has made it so boring for her that it makes it hard to pay attention.

Flying; ironic being that her animagus is a bird but she prefers using her own body as opposed to a broom.

DADA; she associates it with the death of her father since he worked in the hex removal department of the Ministry.

Best Class(es) :

Potions; she loves potions and has a natural talent for it. It also reminds her of her father.

Herbology; like potions it reminds her of her father and he taught her a lot in their family greenhouse before his death.

Charms; she really likes Professor Flitwick’s teaching method and has a natural talent for it.

CoMC; She’s good with creatures thanks to her grandfather and takes care of water based creatures back home during the summer since her home is a reserve.

Least Favorite Teacher(s) :

Professor Binns; he bores her to death and took the fun out of learning for her.

Professor Rakepick; her instinct always put her on edge around the woman and she never truly trusted her.

Favorite Teacher(s) :

Professor Snape; again, she subconsciously relates him to her father plus she just really loves potions.

Professor Flitwick; she loves his class and since she’s both a tutor and on the Frog Choir spends a lot of time with him. Plus she relates to him in that they’re both not fully human.

Quidditch :

She’s not all that interested in Quidditch if she were perfectly honest but Jacob was a huge a fan.

If she had to be a Quidditch player, she’d most likely be a seeker due to her strong hunting instinct.

Favourite Spell(s) :

Aguamenti

Lumos

Aqua Eructo Charm

Ebublio Jinx

Trivia.

(random facts about them, future job, face claim, theme song, etc.)

Her home is on the coast of Ireland and the area is a water creature reserve to protect wounded, sick, or endangered creatures.

There’s a female sea serpent that lives on it that she and her grandfather takes care of.

They also have 6 murtlaps and Melody is so used to taking care of them at a young age, that at Hogwarts she dives for the food for the ones under Kettleburn’s care.

Professor Kettleburn has known her since she was born thanks to his friendship with her grandfather.

Due to her siren heritage, she and her brothers and mother don’t use flirting or seduction if they actually are infatuated and instead will just come out and say it and are very blunt.

They only use seduction if they want something (like food).

Melody feels cold to the touch but her inner temperature is higher than a human’s, allowing her to remain in cold or freezing waters.

Melody, her brothers, and her mother are all exceptionally beautiful but don’t draw people in like part Veelas do, however once they’re in water they become almost supernaturally alluring and their voices become naturally seductive.

They can choose to hypnotize people with their song if they wish but it’s basically a death sentence for the affected person since they’ll become so obsessed they either drown themselves or try and kill the one who sang to them.

There is technically a cure and a way to become immune to siren songs but only the sirens know it.

Love potions don’t affect her and her brothers and mother the same way it does full humans. It basically makes them really drunk and frisky.

She witnessed her father die in front of her since he was poisoned so she can see thestrals.

She’s a Pisces, Jacob is a Cancer, and William is a Scorpio.

She really hates Rita Skeeter and Emily Tyler.

She has a huge crush on Talbott.

She was a hatstall between Slytherin and Ravenclaw but now if she wore the hat again, it would say Slytherin without a doubt.

You can find how I picture her home here.

You can find more siren headcanons here.

Ella Purnell is her face claim:

I can’t remember who all has done this yet so I’m tagging @persephone-chen @alsogolden-ana @skyline-timeturner and whoever else wants to do it!

#hogwarts mystery #Melody Prince #this took forever

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♔ MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, WE LIVE SOLELY TO TELL OUR STORY ♔

✤ Severus Snape. ✤ Slytherin / Seventh Year. ✤ Halfblood. ✤ Death Eaters. ✤ Taken character.

You never liked your father, hated being forced to wear his name. What you hated even more was your mother’s undying love for him, always allowing him to come back no matter what he had done. It made you think all Muggles were disgusting, like him. The only thing that colored up your life was moments spent with her. When you both went to school started out as the happiest day of your life, only to end as the worst. While you thrived at school, you and her were growing apart. It made you bitter and unkind. You lost the one light in your life, and fell into the darkness head-first.

BIOGRAPHY.

There was power in a name, just look at Lord Voldemort. Like the Dark Lord, Severus Snape had always hated his name. It was nothing, meant nothing. If there was power in a name, then Severus had none. He was born to Tobias and Eileen Snape on a viciously cold day in January and was unable to remember a time in his childhood where he truly ever felt happy. His mother was a pureblooded witch, hailing from the Prince family. Oh, how Severus longed to have her old last name. Now, that… that was a name that held command. It was the mark of an old, pureblooded family. It demanded respect, held authority. Severus longed for both of those things. His father, on the other hand, was a muggle– and an angry one at that. There was no power in his name. He couldn’t even do magic! Severus didn’t quite understand why his father was so irate all of the time, but it was a fact that he had to live with.

Severus didn’t like to compare himself to his father, but one day he would look back and realize that they had more in common than he had thought. Tobias, like Severus, also craved power, only he didn’t have the means to get it and this made him bitter. Tobias had loved having a witch for a wife, but as he grew up and was burdened with the responsibilities of marriage and fatherhood, he began to resent her, jealous of the freedoms she had to make life easier. The only way Tobias was able to feel in control was when he was tormenting his family. One of Severus’ earliest memories was seeing his father standing over his mother’s fallen form in the corridor of their shabby, two bedroom home. Tobias had asked Eileen to purchase milk before he was home from work and she had forgotten. Tobias considered it his husbandly duty to correct her mistake. Eileen tried to do better for him, she really did, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. Eileen finally realized this when Severus was approaching his fifth birthday, and from then, his mother had checked out for the most part. Eileen kept her head down, taking Tobias’s insults and fists in silence. Severus remembered her leaving once when he six, and then once again when he was eight, but she always came back. She took to alcohol to get through her life. Most of his later memories of his mother involved her being drunk. Tobias, to his credit, did not have alcoholism on his list of vices, but he did have gambling. Tobias already worked a job that didn’t pay much, and since he demanded that Eileen stay home, it was suffice to say that the Snape family was very poor.

It was because of his upbringing, that Severus grew to despise muggles the way that he did. His father was the one he knew best, and he was a terrible example. Severus found them weak and embittered because of that. Muggles had no means to achieve true power. They might not know that consciously, but somewhere deep inside, muggles knew that they weren’t powerful and this is why they were so awful. Everywhere he went in the muggle world, he encountered a high volume of unpleasant people. They judged him for his too shabby clothes, his hair that he wasn’t able to wash because Tobias had not paid the bill, and for the disheveled appearance of his constantly drunk mother. They made him feel small, and he hated feeling small.

One day, when he was nine years old, Severus met a girl that made him feel larger than life. He’d stumbled upon her one day, at a park near his house. She was with another girl and they seemed to be sisters. Severus didn’t spare her a glance upon first notice, thinking that she was a muggle. He went out of his way to avoid talking to muggles, he wasn’t about to make an exception, and he went back home. A few days later, Severus spotted the two girls again, only this time, she was doing something quite peculiar. Upon further inspection, he realized that it was magic! He would always remember that moment; the way his heart rate picked up and how his eyes widened. He’d never met another witch his own age. His father didn’t allow Eileen or Severus to be too involved in the magical world outside of their home. It was an out of body experience, almost, the way his legs brought him forward, away from the safety of the bush he had previously been hiding behind. It was the greatest decision he had ever made.

Lily Evans – he learned her name that day – quickly became Severus’ best, and only, friend. Her insufferable muggle sister, Petunia, was the bane of his existence back in those days, but he put up with her annoying muggle ways for Lily’s sake. At least, he tried to. There was that one time she was harping at him for explaining the ways of the wizard world to Lily, and he’d accidentally broken a tree branch over her head. It was an accident, truly, but he hadn’t been a bit sorry for it. Petunia Evans was a jealous, angry little girl. And that was coming from him. The moment he shared with Lily before they ever went to school are some of Severus’s most fond memories. It was, perhaps, the only time he felt at peace with himself. Lily Evans was his balm, to all of life’s wounds.

Each day of his life continued to flip away, like the pages of a book, until it was finally time to go to Hogwarts. Most of his school supplies were the same ones his mother had used when she herself was a child, but Severus was too excited to care. He would finally be going to school! He’d finally be away from his parents and the horrors of his home life. He would finally be at school, with Lily. Oh, he just couldn’t wait to be there with her. She didn’t know anybody there, except for him. He wouldn’t admit it if anyone asked, but he was happy about that. When he and Lily boarded the train, she was in a bad mood from a fight with her sister, and he desperately hoped he could find a way to make her smile again. After minutes of searching, they managed to find a compartment with two boys inside. Severus had preferred to sit alone, but it seemed that this was the best they could do. He’d begun to tell Lily all about Slytherin, clearly the greatest house of Hogwarts, and that was when he met James Potter. It only took one conversation for Severus to know that he didn’t, and would never, like this boy.

Later that night, when he was lying under the sheets of his new bed in the first year Slytherin boy’s dorm, Severus did not think about how happy he was to be there. He didn’t think of how nice his new bed felt compared to his old ones and he didn’t think about how peaceful it was to sleep without his father’s yelling making it hard. All he could think about, over and over on replay, was the sorting hall exclaiming “GRYFFINDOR” as soon as it was placed upon Lily Evans’ head. How could this be? Lily was no Gryffindor, she was better than that! She was Slytherin material, certainly. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do. Thankfully, he and Lily stayed close friends. Even more importantly, she seemed to dislike James Potter. He was so happy to have this in common with her.

School, though it wasn’t everything he had hoped it would be, was Severus’ safe haven, and he excelled. He quickly became the best Potions student of his year, and he wasn’t too far behind in his other classes. In his third year, he began to study Occlumency and Legilimency. These were extremelyadvanced areas of study for a boy his age, but that just goes to show how smart Severus Snape was. By his fourth year, he was moving steadily along in his training and decided to up the ante. He began to study magical theory, and the crafting of spells, hoping to one day create something of his own. By fifth year, he had done it. His first ever spell, Levicorpus, was a jinx that would hoist the victim up by their ankles. Somehow, through his nosy dorm mates no doubt, the spell was leaked to the other students in the school. This, inadvertently, led to the worst day of his entire life thus far. He’d been minding his own business, having just finished Defense Against the Dark Arts O.W., and was enjoying the nice weather underneath a shaded tree. All right, Snivellus? He knew the moment he heard those words that he needed to grab his wand, but he wasn’t quick enough. Potter beat him to the punch and the next thing he knew, he was being dangled in the air by a spell of his own invention, with pink soap bubbles coming from his mouth. It had all happened so fast, the entire thing, and then Lily was there trying to defend him.

The thing is, Severus didn’t want Lily to defend him. He wanted to be able to defend himself. Over the years, he had grown stronger and smarter, but Severus still, more than anything, wanted power. He’d aligned himself with people who sought the same thing– Mulciber, Dolohov, Black, Lestrange. They hated muggles too, and despite him being only a half-blood, he was still welcomed into the fold. His friends, they wanted to follow the Dark Lord, and Severus could see why. The Dark Lord held ultimate power, and if they followed him, perhaps it would trickle down to them too. This was very appealing to Severus, almost intoxicatingly so. He too, believed that the Dark Lord was the path to power, and his friends were his path to the Dark Lord. So, when Lily Evans stepped up to defend him, Severus lashed out. He didn’t mean to, but he’d been angry and upset and humiliated and it just tumbled out. He would give his life to take it back. He didn’t think that about her; that word. Mudblood. Lily Evans was no mudblood. She was beautiful, pure in every way. Nothing about her was muddy. He had made a mistake, choosing to save his reputation over his friendship. That night, he spent hours outside of the Gryffindor Common Room, hoping to fix things. When Lily emerged, she was still angry. When she asked if he would continue to spend time with the more sinister Slytherin boys, he’d remained quiet. Of course he was going to. It was his ticket to power. And that had been it. From that moment onward, Lily Evans was his friend no longer.

Severus slipped into a deep, dark depression. He’d been depressed for most of his life, really, but this was new… this was… terrifying. On more than one occasion, Severus had considered brewing a potion that would end it all. There was one time he had actually done it, but he had poured it out. Without Lily, his life was lonely. He had no one that knew him– that really knew him. He lived an entire year with this hopelessness, allowing it to nearly pull him under the surface. Somehow, he managed to not drown in it. The summer after his sixth year, more than a year since he’d lost Lily, Severus finally made the decision to join the Death Eaters. He isn’t a purist, per say. His only issue was with muggles themselves. The muggleborns weren’t a problem. What Severus wanted, was to be powerful. To make people feel the way he had been forced to feel for his entire life. The Dark Lord was the way for him to do that. Grindelwald's presence has sparked an interest within Severus. Grindelwald's beliefs line-up easily with Severus’, but he doesn’t have any clue how to even go about that side, but that’s fine. The Death Eaters were enough.

CONNECTIONS.

LILY EVANS ━ Former best friends, estranged, misses her company. JAMES POTTER ━ Blames him and the Marauders for losing Lily, despises. THORFINN ROWLE ━ Enjoys ridiculing him.

THIS CHARACTER’S FACECLAIM IS RICHARD HARMON.

#hp rp #harry potter rp #marauders rp #marauders era rp #severus snape #slytherin #m #taken #tm

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CONGRATULATIONS HALEY, YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED AS SEVERUS SNAPE WITH THE FACECLAIM OF RICHARD HARMON!

I normally try not to swear while I’m on the main, but holy fuck, Haley. This application literally left all of us on the admin team completely breathless, it was just that good. You managed to capture Snape so perfectly in a single biography, we were all completely blown away by it. We cannot wait to see him on the dash and plot with him!

Check out our acceptance checklist right here on what to do next!

♔ OUT OF CHARACTER INFO ♔

NAME/ALIAS:

Halsey

AGE:

PREFERRED PRONOUNS:

She/Her

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY:

CST 9/10 lol, I’m here all day

TRIGGERS:

REMOVED.

ANYTHING ELSE:

REMOVED.

♔ IN CHARACTER INFO ♔

FULL NAME:

Severus Tobias Snape

BIRTHDAY AND AGE:

January 9th, 17

PRONOUNS:

He/Him

SEXUALITY/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:

Heteromantic, Heterosexual

EXTRACURRICULARS:

Just Potions club is fine!

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

+ Intelligent, Logical, Independent

- Bitter, Depressed, Cynical

BIOGRAPHY:

Severus slipped into a deep, dark depression. He’d been depressed for most of his life, really, but this was new… this was… terrifying. On more than one occasion, Severus had considered brewing a potion that would end it all. There was one time he had actually done it, but he had poured it out. Without Lily, his life was lonely. He had no one that knew him– that really knew him. He lived an entire year with this hopelessness, allowing it to nearly pull him under the surface. Somehow, he managed to not drown in it. The summer after his sixth year, more than a year since he’d lost Lily, Severus finally made the decision to join the Death Eaters. He isn’t a purist, per say. His only issue was with muggles themselves. The muggleborns weren’t a problem. What Severus wanted, was to be powerful. To make people feel the way he had been forced to feel for his entire life. The Dark Lord was the way for him to do that. Grindewald’s presence has sparked an interest within Severus. Grindewald’s beliefs line-up easily with Severus’, but he doesn’t have any clue how to even go about that side, but that’s fine. The Death Eaters were enough.

ADDITIONAL INFO:

Severus is a Capricorn Sun, Aquarius Moon

#morsmordre accepted #severus snape #hp roleplay #hogwarts rp #marauders era roleplay

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