#let Snape do his job Albus

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POV: You’re Albus Dumbledore, and you just told your resident Ex-Death Eater that Harry Potter will be returning to his abusive relatives for his “protection”.

#severitus #severus snape #harry potter #professor snape #snape #snapedom #pro snape #Severitus will never get old #it’s just ripe with potential for angst and utter chaos #let Snape do his job Albus #I know I keep putting Albus at gunpoint #I do love him….sometimes #he can rub me wrong

[aureum-lepus]

Severus Snape x fem! OC Araminta Tobbat

by aureum-lepus

Warnings: none

Word count: 2065

Note: Hello and welcome! This is the start of my Severus Snape x OC fanfic and I am so excited to share this! Please forgive me any mistakes regarding writing or spelling or anything. English is not my first language and have no beta reader (if anyone is interested to help or to talk about anything regarding writing, don't hesitate on messaging me!)

But long story short, please have fun reading and please give me your honest feedback 💖

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Dear Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,

I hope you are in the best of health. I am pleased to inform you that I am. Breeding rabbits this year is a bit...troublesome. My little darlings are afraid of all the dogs and snakes that have been hanging around the neighborhood lately.

I heard that the famous Harry Potter will be spending his third year at Hogwarts this year. That sounds very exciting. How is the boy doing? I can still remember my time at Hogwarts very well. How I wish I could roam through those magnificent halls again.

But let's get to the point of why I'm sending you an owl. My work at one of the local Muggle hospitals around here is going well, but it is not the true fulfillment. I'm sure you've already filled all the professors' positions with some exquisite people. The circumstances mentioned above do not allow me to spend my life here any longer and I would be very happy if I could come back to Hogwarts. Could you possibly have a vacancy for me in the Hospital Wing or do any of the professors need an assistant?

I am very pleased to hear from you, Professor Dumbledore. 

With the very best and kindest regards,

Minty Delaney

The hand of the man holding the letter was bony and old. Older than it should be. Nevertheless, he read the letter with his lips curled and almost pulled into a smile. The paper on which the message was written looked worn and was slightly yellowish in color. It gave the impression that the owl that brought him these lines had flown an almost infinitely long distance. 

Professor Albus Dumbledore rolled the old piece of paper back up into a scroll and tied it back with the ribbon with which the letter had previously been sealed. The old wizard adjusted his crescent-shaped spectacles and cleared his throat briefly. He then sat down on his wooden chair and rested his hands on the solid desk in front of him. "Please." he said in a very friendly and welcoming tone as he pointed to a chair in front of him. A witch of the still young age of twenty nine years slid into his view, her hands restrained in her lap. She took a seat on the creaky chair. Her posture was very tense and her eyes looked anxious. 

"Lovley letter. I was very pleased to receive it." Dumbledore said as he tapped on the paper. "Even if I was a little surprised."

"Forgive me for this sudden outburst. The circumstances..." the woman began in a calm voice, but the headmaster interrupted her by placing his hand on his lips.

"You wanted a post in the hospital wing. You would fit in perfectly there, but I'm afraid Madame Pomfrey is already doing an excellent job there."

"I understand. But Professor, you didn't have to let me come here to tell me that. Why don't you write me this cancellation in a letter?" 

"I didn't say I didn't have a position for you. Hogwarts has always kept its doors open to those who have sought help and asked for it." the old man smiled. "In your letter, you mentioned that you would also work as an assistant to the professors?"

The woman with gray hair, which she wore in a loose braid, nodded. Her eyes had a pink, almost red glow and as it slowly dawned on her what Dumbledore wanted to tell her, they lit up with joy. The old wizard stood up and walked over to her. He placed his hand on her shoulder. "You will be working as a nurse in the hospital wing with Madame Pomfrey. I have a feeling that we will need someone like you at times like this. However, you will also help the professors with smaller tasks if they need it."

The young witch placed her hand gratefully on the headmaster's. A faint smile crossed her lips and a feeling of security and warmth rose up inside her, something she hadn't felt for a long time. "Thank you, Professor," she almost whispered.

"Use your time with the professors wisely, Minty. Someday I'll hire you as a professor for transfiguration." 

Minty Delaney giggled. "You don't really think I'm competition for Professor McGonagall, do you?"

Dumbledore patted her shoulder and took a step back. "Not at all, you are both important and valuable to Hogwarts in your own way." The old man placed his hands on his lower back and his gaze swiveled around the room. He suddenly seemed a little distant and absent. "You must be tired, Minty. I've already had your luggage taken away. You'll find your bedchamber near the Ravenclaw common room. I thought a little proximity to your old house couldn't hurt. I'll introduce you to the professors tomorrow. Luckily, we still have some time before the new school year starts." 

Minty stood up hastily. She didn't want to waste any more of Dumbledore's time, as he obviously had other plans for tonight. She tilted her head forwards slightly. "Thank you very much, Professor." 

She hurriedly made her way to the spiral staircase that led out of the Headmaster's office. A large eagle guarded the entrance and as soon as she got closer to the statue, it opened the exit. Her foot was just taking the first steps into the long corridor in front of her when she banged her nose against something black. She pulled her hands up quickly when she felt the impact. She felt a rough material under her hands. It seemed to be a mage's robe. 'The object' was not an object, but a man's chest rising and falling as he breathed in a little annoyed.

Unsure, Minty moved her head upwards so that her chin was now digging into the ribbed, thin chest. Her eyes became a little watery. 'What an awkward and embarrassing situation...' she thought.

Her eyes met a very tense, pale face. Dark, tired eyes looked down at her. The man was several heads taller than the small woman. Minty could barely get a whimper out of her throat. The man with black, somewhat stringy hair raised his equally black eyebrow. His already cold face didn't move an inch.

Minty was paralyzed with fear and panic. 'Move...' She felt her jaw tighten and her body tremble. Every muscle was tense. It felt almost impossible to break away from the man, who was probably one of the professors. Minty's eyes ran over the features of his face. Over the dark eyes, to the slightly gaunt cheeks, back to his thinly curled lips and finally to the large, crooked nose in the centre of his face. 

She wanted to say something, whisper some kind of apology for her clumsy behavior, but no matter how hard she tried to calm herself, the spasmodic panic spread through her stomach. She opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and the man grabbed her by the wrist. 

"And you are..?" the man cut her off before one single word cut escape her throat. His voice was cold and there was a hint of bitterness in it.

"I'm sorry..." Minty stuttered. She feared that the man was about to break her arm. 

The wizard quickly pushed Minty against the wall next to them and moved a little further away. He still had a firm grip on her wrist, while he had drawn his wand with the other and was now holding it to her chin. "Your name."

A whimper was all the witch uttered when she touched the cold wall. She squinted her eyes now. What a terrible confrontation. Minty's knees went weak and she took a deep breath. She felt dizzy. "A-a-ara..." she began softly and weakly as a familiar voice beside her interrupted her. 

"Severus." Dumbledore's voice cut through her whimpering.

The dark eyes of the man, who was probably called Severus, left Minty and focussed on the headmaster. When he saw Dumbledore put on a friendly smile, Severus knew that there was no danger from this woman and let her go. 

"There was no time to mention that I was expecting a guest. Why don't you go to my office, Severus?"

The professor nodded, but gave Minty one last, suspicious look before he went upstairs to the Headmaster's office. Dumbledore was now standing in front of Minty again, placing a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "Minty..." His voice seemed a little stern.

The young witch swallowed a heavy lump. She was painfully aware of the mistake she had almost made. She had almost told the professor her real name. "I...I'm sorry." Minty stroked her still watery eyes with her index finger. 

"No one should know. Do you understand that? You've kept it a secret for years, don't get careless now."

A nod. "I know, Professor."

Albus Dumbledore straightened up. "Now really go to sleep. Dark times are ahead of us. Use every minute you have to yourself." With these words, he left her alone and returned to his office.

Minty wasted no more time either and set off in the direction of the Ravenclaw tower. The way there was uneventful. Strangely enough, she knew exactly where to go without Dumbledore telling her which room was hers. 

She was just sure that the path was right and just before she arrived at the tower, she saw a room. A room with a marking. Minty was overcome with such incredible happiness. She felt safe and secure, despite the strange confrontation with Severus. She had felt at home after many years. She quickly opened the door and stepped into the room.  Her eyes lit up with joy, knowing full well that Dumbledore had this room set up for her. 

It wasn't a large room, but it was very cosy. Right on the other side was a wide window, through which the moonlight was currently shining. There was a large bed in the corner of the room below it. The bed linen was in pastel colours and, like everything else in the room, radiated a certain warmth and familiarity. The wall beside the bed was decorated with a number of dried flowers which where sorted around a mirror. To Minty's left were a pair of bookshelves filled with books on transformations, magical animals and potions. In the centre was a large white and very fluffy carpet. Minty's luggage was also there. A few candles were skilfully placed around the room to provide light. 

Minty pulled the scrunchie out of her hair and a broad grin lit up her face. She quickly closed the door behind her and stepped fully into her room. She turned around a few times, taking in every little detail that was hidden here. She finally plopped down on the bed and looked at the door again. The symbol she saw outside was also on the inside of the door. It was a rabbit, its ears hanging limply downwards. That was Minty's symbol. The rabbit with floppy ears. The animal she could transform herself into. 

She sighed with relief, stretched out her arms and let herself fall backwards. She bumped her wrist against the mattress a little too hard. A sharp pain shot through her and she hissed from the pain. A soft mattress shouldn't actually hurt. Minty looked at her wrist and saw a small bruise.

She immediately thought of the professor she had met earlier. She began to gently massage her wrist. There was something about this man's appearance that aroused her curiosity and interest. Still, he frightened her. Those dark eyes and that black hair...And then that nose...

He had been very slim, yet he was strong. 

Minty closed her eyes.

She visualised him a little more in her mind's eye. She now also remembered the man's scent. Old books, like a library. Candles that had just been blown out. There was more, but she couldn't remember it. As if the room had been tailored to her exact needs, all the candles went out at once. 

Minty Delaney's consciousness slowly slipped into a deep sleep. Her thoughts of the strange professor accompanied her into her dream world. There were some exciting days, weeks or even years ahead for her at Hogwarts.

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[elsart]

Severus Snape is such a wonderful and odd character. I know most don’t like him for his almost villainous anti-hero aspects, and there aren’t enough morally grey character explorations. But even within his character type, it’s rare that you’d find someone so hurt, so emotional (though he hides it mostly), yet loves so very deeply. Though his life has been absolute shite, he fights to his death for someone who won’t even acknowledge his loyalty and allegiance. He’s likely the most un-selfish person (character) that I’ve seen. Not a single thing he does out of selfishness, (that I can recall; if you can let me know ;)). There are lots of other anti-heroes and morally grey characters that I love, but all of them have at some point, for themselves, stepped back, or taken action, for their own sakes. So I suppose Severus isn’t un-selfish, but rather selfless, as he doesn’t ever take for himself what he needs. If it isn’t for “the greater good” or for Harry’s safety or on Albus’ orders, he doesn’t do it. He’s no vacation, no moment of rest, working three full time jobs, all of which he hates. He’s one of the most intelligent men in the Harry Potter series, so we know that at any time, he could’ve just, given up. Run away, formulated a plan to escape it all, but he doesn’t. It would’ve cost innocent lives. anyway, I’m still just in awe of the sheer depth of this man’s commitment. What a badass. I love him. I only wish that he’d survived the war, and had some to love and protect him for the rest of his days, so he’d never have to worry again.

#rant post #severus snape

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

That Dumbledore hired Lockhart purposefully to kill him - that wasn't mentioned in the books was it, that's heresy? I don't think you mentioned this before, so could you elaborate a bit?

Anon's referring to the latest episode of @rankheresy where @therealvinelle and I say uh controversial things as usual.

I guess it's heresy but it's not very heretical heresy given JKR openly admits to something very similar.

It's not mentioned directly in the books if I'm remembering right.

JKR mentioned it outside the books. Here's what the fandom wiki has to say (with a source being JKR's general interviews on Harry Potter):

Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster during Lockhart's time, happened to know two of the wizards whose memories Lockhart erased and easily deduced the truth behind Lockhart's fame and decided to make Lockhart pay for his crimes. He correctly believed that dragging Lockhart into a normal, school atmosphere would reveal his fraudulence, and with a vacancy in Defence Against the Dark Arts having opened up in June 1992, tracked down the author and offered Lockhart a job at Hogwarts (something Lockhart had not been too keen to do, as he saw how well his career as an author was progressing and because those who knew him from his time as a student like Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape were still there as well).[3]

Where the heresy comes in is the fact that Dumbledore knows very well the position is cursed. He's mentioned that within the book and explains the curse to Harry in HBP when he notes Voldemort's likely responsible. Here, what he does, is puts in a professor he severely dislikes into the position (and this part is in the books, we know Dumbledore doesn't like Lockhart) and waits for something bad to happen to him.

Lockhart may not die but something bad will happen to him. Either his career of fraud will be exposed or else he will somehow be rendered unable to teach the next year in Hogwarts as all other professors before him.

Let's just say that given death/extreme injury were on the table... Dumbledore chose this method to prove Lockhart's fraud.

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #albus dumbledore #anti albus dumbledore #gilderoy lockhart #meta #headcanon #opinion

[tastesbloody]

Me & The Devil - Prologue

(Severus Snape X Female Reader)

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Description: You're a naturally gifted Legilimens, leading to Dumbledore recruiting you to join the faculty at Hogwarts in order to help protect Harry Potter and defend Hogwarts, before eventually recruiting you into The Order of The Phoenix.

However the longer you spend at Hogwarts, the more your feelings for the cold brooding potions master grow, despite your attempt to push them aside.

Notice: Some events in the story play out differently in this fic due to you being at Hogwarts and you being a Legilimens and there's a 7 year age gap between you and Snape. Also this chapter is mostly to set the scene, so Snape is only included at the end but I a focus point for the other chapters (obviously).

Word Count: 3,740

Warnings: Age gap, possible mentions of anxiety/anxiousness.

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'take a moment to breathe' (Instrumental) - normal the kid

'The Beginning' - Madison Beer

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You unpacked your belongings, wand in hand as you levitated the items to their new designated places in your quarters, your last meeting with Dumbledore crossing your mind as you watched the raindrops pelting against your window.

 

“If what I believe is occurring is correct, it could change the course of our world forever, and not for the better”.

You finally met the gaze of the bespectacled wizard, your throat dry and your stomach churning with nauseating fear.

“I wouldn’t be asking this of you if I weren’t desperate. We need you at Hogwarts”.

 

The memory kept playing on repeat in your mind as you absentmindedly ran your fingers over the embossed ‘London School of Magic’ emblem upon the front of your old trunk as your mind continued to list the countless dangers that came in tow with accepting this job at Hogwarts, and consequentially involving yourself with Albus Dumbledore. Your other hand twiddled your wand between your cold fingers, your extremities still not having warmed up from your journey and tour of the school grounds.

Since you had agreed to the job, a gnawing anxiety had taken root in the pit of your stomach and hadn’t seemed to subside yet. Despite this, you had to put on a confident front. There were now others depending on you, students to protect and the greater good of your world on the line. You couldn’t help but wonder if you could cope with what was to come, but Dumbledore wouldn’t have recruited you if there had been a shadow of doubt in his mind.

 

“I understand how frightening this must be, but I know you’ll do the right thing”.

 

You shook your head and ran a hand through your hair as you let out a measured breath, releasing the tension you held in your shoulders as you attempted to talk yourself into relaxing. You had to relax, otherwise you’d drive yourself to the brink of insanity with stress before the end of first term.

You focus on your breathing, yearning for the tightness in your chest to leave so you could once again breathe easily. You supposed the waistcoat you wore wasn’t helping due to it’s tight fit and restrictive material and you unbuttoned it with numb fingers.

A knock resonated throughout your chamber, startling you from your thoughts. You scuttled over, pulling it open to reveal a witch in an emerald green robe and her dark hair pulled back into a tight bun. “Ah, I see you’ve settled in”, she smiled, peering over her glasses as she watched your last few items settle into place.

‘That was quick’.

She thought to herself as you stepped aside, allowing the other professor to step into your chambers. “I’m Minerva McGonagall.  We’ve exchanged owls”, she introduced herself, noting the mild look of confusion that had originally settled over your face as you attempted to put a name to the person standing before you.

“Yes, Minerva, it’s so good to meet you finally”, you managed to pull a grin onto your features, happy to meet someone you already knew besides Dumbledore, offering your hand to her before shaking hers firmly.  She reassuringly patted against your knuckles, probably sensing your unease, as she spoke.

“I’m assuming Albus has already given you a tour of the grounds?”.

“Yes”, you nodded before releasing your grasp. “Hogwarts is absolutely breath-taking”, you complimented sincerely, having Minerva with you now helping to put your nerves at ease somewhat. Upon first arriving you had to admit, you were a little awestruck. Hogwarts was very different to your old school. Hogwarts was a grand castle surrounded by a beautiful lake, whereas the London School of Magic was a lavish manor house with a rose garden that seemed to always be in bloom.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing compared to your old school”, she replied modestly. “I’ve heard wonderful things about L.S.M”.

‘I hope she’s not too nervous, the poor dear. Albus said she had been a little shaky this morning’.

“I’m okay, really, I just- ...”, you paused for a moment, cursing yourself as you realised you had responded to her thoughts; a mistake you would occasionally make, much to your dismay. Unable to take back your mistake, you continued on with your sentence. “I thought we’d be safe now, since we had ten years of peace, but being called here now... it seems as though that’s not the case”, you said, a small bitter, saddened laugh lacing your words. Minerva frowned at your response for only a brief moment, confused as to how you seemed to know exactly what she had been thinking, before recovering her composure.

“Albus had mentioned you were a  Legilimens”, she let out a small scoff of amazement before a saddened smile took over her features. “Yes... Well, we’re hoping we still are- safe, that is. But considering the events which occurred here last year, and now Sirius Black is on the loose...”. She trailed off, shaking her head in dismay, but the situation needed no further explanation. “All we can do is wait and hope for the best in these times of uncertainty. But we believed it best to take extra precaution and plan ahead this year”. You nodded in agreement before the professor placed her hand on your shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. “I know this decision wasn’t easy for you to make. Albus has told me everything. You’ve been through enough as it is and I’m sorry we’ve had to ask for your help. Truly I am. But we need all the help we can get. We can’t allow our world and our lives to be rule by fear, and we need your help to prevent that from happening”, she said solemnly.

You paused for a moment and considered your next response carefully. McGonagall was right. You had placed yourself in this situation. There was no turning back now. “Your one of the greatest Legilimens of our time. With you on our side, we may be able to protect more people than before”.

“I know I’ve made the right decision in coming here. The thought of what I’ve been through happening to others...”, you trail off for a moment as you buried the memories that threatened to rise to the surface. “I would never want that to happen again, or to anyone else for that matter... Besides-“, you took a breath to help regain your composure. “I’m sure my nerves will settle once classes begin. I’ll be able to bury my thoughts in my work. Honestly, you shouldn’t have to worry about me”, you brushed off your own worries as best as you could and flashed a warm grin at the professor in front of you. Put on a brave face. Even if you weren’t convincing yourself of your own bravery, you hoped you could at least convince those around you.

“It’ll be fine... Come, perhaps a cup of tea would help. Or if you need something stronger; a Draught of Peace for the time being?”, she suggested in a playful tone.

“That seems like the best option”, you attempted to laugh as Professor McGonagall ushered you out of your chambers and began to guide you down the many halls of Hogwarts.

“I shall have Severus brew you a Draught of Peace right away. Have you met any of the other professors?”, she asked, keeping the conversation as light as possible. You shook your head in response with a sheepish smile. “Well, we’ll have to introduce you to the rest of the staff once you’re ready. They truly are marvellous people. I’m sure you’ll fit right in”.

The stone walls of the many corridors surprisingly did not lack warmth, but they did seem harsh in comparison to the warm, deep, rich woods that you were used to in your old school. Although, the details calved into the stonework of the archways you past through were strikingly beautiful and the torches on the walls emitted a welcoming glow that filled the castle. You glanced around as you reached one of the main halls of the school, noting a few students flitting about before the first feast of the year, adorned in their house robes. Their voices, laughter, smiling faces and their thoughts flooding your senses as you walked along.

‘- I hope no one notices the spot on my cheek-‘, ‘- Said they’d meet me by now-‘, ‘ Who’s that?’, ‘ – Sirius Black-‘, ‘- Must be a new teacher-‘, ‘- I’m going to be in so much trouble-‘.

It was something you did unintentionally- using your legilimency skills. It originally offered you some form of comfort, being one step ahead of others and knowing their next move. Yet as you grew older, it became more of a burden, knowing exactly what everyone thought of you at every moment. It often took the fun out if socialising too. There was no mystery, no surprises, no secrets.

You couldn’t help but watched the few students around you, unable to help yourself from wondering what their futures held. Things were becoming so uncertain. The best option as of now was to surrender to fate and continue as normal; as though whatever occurred at the end of Harry Potter’s first year didn’t happen, and as though the Chamber of Secrets wasn’t opened and a student was held captive there, and as though Sirius Black- the man who assisted in the murder of Lily and James Potter- was not on the loose. And to think there were still some who managed to continue about their days so carefree- so blissfully unaware. Calm. Happy. You envied them somewhat, and yet at the same time, you wanted to protect that little bit of innocence they had. Allow them to live in the peace you currently craved so badly.

“You didn’t have houses at the London School of Magic, did you?”, Professor McGonagall’s voice snapped you from your thoughts as she attempted polite small talk. It was sweet really, how she attempted to make you feel welcome and put your mind at ease. She didn’t have to, but she chose to.

“No, we didn’t. I feel like I’ve missed out on something quite fun”, you confessed. “The houses here seem to bring an unspoken bond of unity between the students. At my school, it felt more like it was ‘the survival of the fittest’”.

“Perhaps we should have a private sorting ceremony for you”. The two of you giggled softly together at the idea, and with that, Minerva opened the door to one of the many rooms within the castle and led you into the staff room.

Inside, teachers chattered in small groups; some old, some short, some human, some not. Some eyes fell upon you as Minerva led you through the small crowd towards a quiet corner of the room.

“Remus!”, Minerva greeted a man warmly who sat on a sofa in the corner alone. He looked a little dishevelled, scars littering his face, yet he emitted such am inviting and pleasant aura that you couldn’t help but smile as your eyes met.

‘She’s gorgeous! Who is this?’.

“This is our other new staff member I was telling you about”, Minerva said before turning to you, adding “Professor Lupin has also just joined our faculty”. You couldn’t help but assume the two knew each other well, judging from how the witch used his first name so casually. You couldn’t help yourself from prying into Lupin’s memories just a little.

 

Laughter flooded the Gryffindor common room as the fire they sat by warmed Remus’ skin. Two boys- one with a mane of curly black hair and one with round spectacles, sat to his left, a girl with fiery red hair and pretty features sat cuddled up to the bespectacled boy, and a plump boy sat to Remus’ right. They were so happy.

The memory flickered to another, Minerva praising Remus on becoming prefect alongside Lily, the girl from the previous memory.

Another flicker and it’s a cold morning in the Great Hall. Remus is littered in small cuts, exhausted from a long night. Minerva places a hand on his shoulder as she asks if he’s okay. He insists that he’s fine before the memory flickers again to warped and disjointed visions of the previous night.

A large black dog, a deer, a rat and a...

 

As you withdraw from Lupin’s memories, you notice how he’s narrowed his eyes just a fraction in your direction and you feel your heart stop momentarily, worried that you have been caught peering into his memories like your own personal photo album.

“She’s a little nervous”, Professor McGonagall continues, her voice pulling you back to the conversation as she turned her attention back to the man on the sofa. “So I thought perhaps you could keep each other company while I have Severus brew her a Draught of Peace. Help her to feel more settled, won’t you? But first, let me get you some tea”, she smiles in your direction before strutting over to the tea table.

The man stood up and shook your hand as you introduced yourself, his rough calloused hand warm against your smaller one, his fingers and the back of his hands also having a scattering of cuts and scars.

“Remus Lupin. It’s a pleasure to meet you”, he greeted as he made space for you on the sofa. “I’ll be teaching Defence Against The Dark Arts this year. Yourself?”. It seemed as though he hadn’t noticed you peering into his private life just seconds before, or he was choosing not to speak on the matter.

“I’m shadowing Professor Sprout in Herbology. Dumbledore is hoping for me to take over from Professor Sprout one day. I’m also being used as a possible substitute for your class when needed since Defence Against The Dark Arts is my second strongest subject”, you explain, fiddling with your fingers awkwardly. You couldn’t help not feeling like a true professor amongst the others here in the staff room. You didn’t even feel as though you had the right to be called ‘Professor’. Not yet at least.

‘She’s covering my lessons? Did Dumbledore tell her of my condition?’.

You were careful to hold your tongue.

 

‘Try your best to not reveal you ability to anyone on the staff unless I say otherwise’, Dumbledore had warned. ‘Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape are the only members of staff I’ve told of your natural ability for Legilimency. They are the only two who need to be aware for now’.

 

“Here is that tea. Now, Lupin, take good care of her. Make sure she feels welcome here”, Minerva smiled before heading off to retrieve a Draught of Peace potion for you.

“Of course, Professor”, Lupin reassured her.

You thanked her and took a sip of the warm beverage, allowing yourself to relax into the soft upholstery of the sofa and squashy cushions. You then noticed out of the corner of your eye Remus slide something to you across the table. A bar of chocolate. You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of your lips.

“This tends to help me feel better. Perhaps it might help you to relax”, he offered sheepishly. You looked to the man, thankful for how comforting he was being toward you.

“Thank you. I guess starting a new job in a new school is more daunting than I anticipated”, you scoff at yourself in disbelief, breaking off a piece of chocolate for yourself.

“Which school did you attend?”, Lupin asked, his eyes gleaming with a mild curiosity.

“The London School of Magic”.

A smirk of amusement made its way onto the man’s face before asking, “Isn’t that the schools that has you enter using the London Underground?”.

“Yes it is”, you giggle at his enthusiasm for learning about your school. “It’s a suprise that none of the muggles ever noticed”.

 

Yourself and Lupin sat on the sofa for what seemed like ages, making small talk and discussing your work. Remus had explained how he had been very close with Harry Potter’s parents; James and Lily, spending all their years at Hogwarts together. He also said how he had been in Gryffindor house as well as attended school with another one of the professors here. You discovered that there was a seven year age gap between the two of you, which felt non-existent due to how casually you could speak to one another. While you spoke, a few teachers had also come over to introduce themselves; Professor Filius Flitwick, Sybill Trelawney, and Charity Burbage- all stating how excited they were to have a new member of the team. Fresh blood in the system.

 

Slowly but surely, Hogwarts seemed to be beginning to melt your anxieties. Your worries were slowly drifting to the back of your mind, gradually being replaced with a welcoming optimism that warmed you from the inside out.

As dinner grew nearer, you made your way to the Great Hall, Lupin strolling casually by your side and Flitwick now in tow, asking questions about your studies at your previous school and what brought you to select Hogwarts as the place you wanted pursue a teaching career at. You told him ‘who could resist teaching at a school with such a prestigious reputation?’, not mentioning how Professor Dumbledore himself had requested your presence at Hogwarts this year in order to help protect Harry Potter and the rest of the school.

Upon first entering the Great Hall, you found yourself staring up to the ceiling, mouth slightly agape in wonder as you stared at the bewitched ceiling. Thousands of stars twinkled brightly against hundreds of floating candles. “It never gets old”, Remus whispered over to you as you took in the overall image of the room before falling in step beside him once again. Two long tables lined each side of the room, currently barren of any students or food, and banners for each house were strung up displaying each houses colours and emblems.

One by one, each professor took their seat. You were about to take a seat next to Remus when you spotted a dark shadow moving towards you from the corner of your eye. You turned to meet the dark mass and came face to face with a tall, pale man. His dark eyes felt as though they were piercing into your very being. Thick black hair hung down to his shoulders and a prominent nose sat proudly in the centre of his face.

“Professor McGonagall requested I brew you a Draught of Peace”, he spoke in a cold tone, each word in his sentence precise and to the point as he drew the vile from a pocket within his robes, holding out the glowing blue liquid for you to take.

“Thank you so much”, you replied graciously, gently taking the vile from his hands.

“I suggest you don’t make this a habit. I do not have the time to be your personal brewer. You would also prove to be quite the liability if you should need a Draught of Peace to simply do your job”.

You couldn’t help but frown as his words cut you like a knife. You wondered where this sudden hostility was emanating from. What had caused him to greet you in such a bitter manner? Was he always this blunt? But then it slowly dawned on you, that you couldn’t read his thoughts. There was nothing. Pure silence. It was... actually somewhat of a relieve, yet anxiety inducing too.

This was one of the very few times, you could not tell what someone thought about you- What they were thinking in general. How they were feeling. The first had been your old headmaster, the second being Dumbledore himself, and now this man who stood before you- who you assumed was Severus Snape from what McGonagall had mentioned earlier.

“So, you’re the Legilimens Dumbledore has hired”, the man spoke in a voice so soft it came out just above a whisper. Like velvet. Yet he still managed to sound so harsh.

“Yes, I am”, you responded, still a little star struck at the silence of his thoughts that you had to make the effort to close your lips that were slightly parted from the shock. “And you are?”.

“Severus Snape. Head of Slytherin House”, he informed you, giving you a glance over which made you want to disappear under his scrutinising gaze. He was intimidating and stern, even without the students present. “Well, if Dumbledore has requested your presence here at Hogwarts, then you must be of some use”. You couldn’t help the pout that took over your face at this comment. Snape’s eyes studied you for a moment longer before he shot a glare just past your shoulder, you followed his gaze to Remus, now sat at the teachers table. You turned back to Snape just as his gaze fell back to you. “Then again, I’m not sure I would always trust the headmaster’s decisions. Especially after he hired that dim-witted Lockhart for last years Defence Against the Dark Arts position”.

A silence settled between the two of you, something appearing in the glint of his eyes as you stared at each other. “Let’s see if you can prove yourself. Shall we?”. With that, he stormed past you and made his way to his seat next to Remus and closest to Dumbledore, cape billowing out behind him, leaving you in a daze.

Slowly, you turned and made your way to take a seat the opposite side of Remus, a little shell-shocked from the conversation you just had with the potions master.

“I see you’ve met Snivellus”, Remus whispered, nudging your elbow gently with his as he glared from the corner of his eyes in Snape’s direction. “Don’t worry, he gives everyone a hard time”.

“You mean Severus?”, you corrected him quietly, watching the man cladded in black sit quietly as others around him chattered, before glancing down to the potion vile in your hand. You felt your heart begin to thud in frustration, his harsh words replaying in your mind. “Yeah... he was a little harsh for a first impression”.

“Just ignore him. He’s always been bitter and cruel”, Lupin rolled his eyes.

You simply nodded in response, yet you had a strong feeling that Severus Snape was not going to be the type of man you could ‘just ignore’.

#severus snape #professor snape #Hogwarts #harry potter #marauders #remus lupin #professor mcgonagall #minerva mcgonagall #professor dumbledore #albus dumbledore #x reader #fanfiction #slytherin #hufflepuff #gryffindor #ravenclaw

[goggles-mcgee]

Out of all of the main, secondary and background character's thoughts and feelings on PFO there is one you haven't mentioned yet.

The most logical of the main cast.

The one who is said to be "The Brightest Witch of Her Age".

The one, the only Hermione Granger.

Oh man Hermione at first tried to reason with Harry, because honestly his idea was so silly it couldn't possibly be true but then Snape's reactions made her pause. Now it could have been he was just thrown off by her best friend's question but the reaction was bigger than she expected. She didn't want to just believe in something, something an adult, her Professor, so adamantly denied but so many things followed after that somehow proved the opposite.

For a long time she didn't do much other than observe and make notes on everything she witnessed because she needed more evidence. She does become convinced that Snape and James Potter were bitter ex's and is so baffled that he would lie that it kind of shakes her perspective of adults and authority figures. She doesn't take what they say at face value and does more research. Honestly this whole thing was actually a blessing for her development. She didn't just have a blind faith in adults and authority figures anymore and that was slowly bleeding its way into her view of books as well.

Because if adults lied for no reason, and as she began to find out for nefarious reasons, then maybe books could be biased too???? This becomes more of a stable idea and thing she believes after 4th year and the whole Rita Skeeter nonsense.

She is a secret fan of all the drama but is the not so secret co-writer of The Potter Family Opera Bulletin. She works with the Patil Twins and once Luna gets involved in everything she joins the writers circle. They end up actually making a student staff for this and to the surprise of the students but not everyone else, they start getting subscriptions outside the castle and even start making money from it.

They all agree that the issue will be free for students and teachers. Hermione, Theo Nott and Padma were the ones to somehow charm the papers from being copied or sent out of the castle once they were in the hands of students or staff as they thought it would be unfair and bad business if the complimentary papers they gave to their fellow students were sent to family members without said family members having to pay for a subscription.

Surprisingly it was Padma who brought up the issue and Theo who pushed for them to do aomething so they didn't lose money as they (the students) used the money to make Hogwarts more homey. Money got donated towards making clubs, buying better brooms, guest speakers, more books for the library! (All things Albus said they didn't have the budget for.)

Because they do such a great job of relaying any PFO news out to people they end up making a Hogwarts Herald. A school paper by the students for the students. It included studying tips, a charm of the day, advertisements for clubs, latest gossip, just any news they think is important or entertaining!

Hermione thrives!

At this point she does believe the original rumor and a good chunk of info that follows but overall even if it wasn't true she would never say anything because this has done the school a world of good and she made a ton of friends!

Plus she finds it amusing when she hears the latest gossip of how many people have crushes on Harry and makes sure to tell him about them before an issue of the HH hits the stands.

And look...at first she thought Cedric and Harry could be cute. Ron was adamant about it....but then she found out Theo maybe had an interest in Harry and maybe she gives him encouragement and advice ut she does so in a way to not make it obvious. She just drops hints on what Harry's favorite treats were, maybe drop he was looking at something in the shops in Hogsmead. And let's just say she's not surprised when Harry gets a secret admirer who sends him all those things.

#hermione granger #theo nott #padma patil #luna lovegood #potter family opera #harry james potter #harry potter #hogwarts is united by gossip! shocking i know #I'm a multishipper what'd you expect? #implied nottpott #implied hedric #look there will probably be more ships to follow

[padfootastic]

I feel like I'm gonna combust.

James dies in fifth year.

What do his parents do? His father works in the DMLE and I have no idea if his mother has a job (can you tell me?). What is their course of action?

Are they going to sue the school for the loss of James or Snape personally? I feel like they have a pretty solid argument for sacking (punishing) dumbledore or sending Snape to Azkaban.

And I that which ever they choose, the would get easily.

Or do they have a big enough heart to forgive Snape, and Dumbledore? Ik Albus hasn't done much wrong, but if a dark curse has been made and used (killing a pureblood- even if it is a blood traitor), dumbledore will be blamed, or could be, right? And they (Potters) would have enough money and power to get their compensation, in whichever way they take it, wouldn't they?

I wonder about Sirius too, but I these are some, that, as far as I know, haven't been asked and it's intresting side for me. Like we know Sirius and lots quality from head to toe but all we know about his parents are that the are old, rich and loving. And that they have a big heart.

hello hello hello! can i just say,,,i love ur questions bc literally the same things go thru my mind lol it’s why i spend so long on worldbuilding (often the unnecessary kind too lol)

let’s take this one by one:

1. i…don’t know of flea was in the DMLE actually? 🤔 wasn’t he a potioneer? and no, i don’t think we have anything for effie but idk why, i like to think she’s a socialite with like. an enchanting business on the side? (v random ik lol but it’s fun) i’m also gonna plead the fifth on this one since i…might include it in the fic and i’ve got a few options i wanna go with there (depending on how i do the macro characterisation for the —are they ruthless, forgiving, more upset than angry etc etc)

2. definitely think they’ll take action against the school, tho, regardless of however they choose to deal w snape personally! they’re def the type to hold authorities responsible for their actions (and lack of) and i do think they’ll push for some outcome pretty hard. idk about getting dumbledore sacked bc,,,if he’s the only one who can keep the school safe during voldy’s rise… not sure that’ll happen.

3. i do err on the side of wealthy potters so i think they’ll have enough money for whichever route they take. i tend to think of them as like…new money types who’ve earned through inventing and travelling? so they earn a lot, and spend on fun things, and it’s a constant cycle. but they don’t have the kind of…historical prestige that the ‘old families’ do tho they enjoy a nice enough reputation.

i haven’t said a lot here, but i do think that a part of them will be diverted towards taking care of sirius as well, because i firmly believe they considered him a second son and they can see how much it’s affecting them and fhey’re the only other ones who get it, right, how devastating the loss of james potter can be. that being said, i find it very, very possible that they’ might ‘die of a broken heart’ and i don’t say that all that lightly. from what we get: james is a surprise child after years of trying to elderly parents. he enjoys a level of pampering and spoiling and unconditional adoration that’s far above the normal avg amount a child gets, imo, and i think after he was born, his parents poured everything of themselves into him. james was effie and flea’s entire world, and they never hesitated in showing it. i totally see them as the kind of overprotective, almost helicopter, parents who panic when their child gets even a scratch on their body—so for him to die? for them to bury their child they wished for so strongly and celebrated as much as they were able to? it’s the definition of heartbreaking. it’s so, so painful, and neither of them would be able to get out of the bed for days or even keep so much as a piece of toast down or do anything, really, for a while.

when they find out the news, effie lets out the most gut wrenching, grief-filled scream, falling to her knees. flea tries to hold onto her but he’s even weaker and both of them just. sink to the ground over their baby boy’s body. not one person had a dry eye around them. no one has seen such a level of shame on dumbledore or mcgonagall’s face before. it might be the first time snape realises the *magnitude* of his actions.

#james potter #prefacing this with: i have no idea about any info outside hp books #(or a lot within it either lol) #i don’t read potter more or the other articles or interviews #and i don’t care to atp #so whenever i don’t have canon material i’m just filling my own blanks in #when it comes to effie & flea- i’m much more interested in their grieving and emotional response than how they avenge/revenge #that part i wanna explore for sirius #but with james’ parents. they loved him SO MUCH #and losing a child is one of the most painful things ever #esp if it’s ur only child #esp if they’d already gotten sick by then #and dammit i did not have this in my notes but now i really wanna write a little oneshot talking about this #will someone grant me their angst writing skills for a while #just a lil drabble and then i’ll give it back promise #i’ve made my own heart hurt talking about effie and flea’s lol #pen’s asks #pen’s notes #and he was their entire purpose of living

[polarfog]

Truth Potion/ Truth Serum for Bad Things Happen Bingo. Harry Potter Fanfic: Truth Breakfast

Snape was tired of that Potter brat getting away with everything, entering a dangerous tournament, what was he thinking? And now his potion supplies were now dwindling in size, and Snape knew Potter and his friends stole from his store before, despite their foresight to keep quiet. 

Well, enough is enough! Snape grabbed some veritaserum, and placed it in his pocket. It was time for Potter to start telling the truth, and the very potion he had would force that brat to speak the truth and only the truth. Now, all Snape had to do was bribe a house elf, that's the hard part. 

Snape went to the kitchens hours after curfew was declared. He had to be careful. Hufflepuffs were known to raid the kitchen at night. They seemed to never not be hungry, Snape was always jealous of the easy access to food the Hufflepuffs had. No waiting for breakfast, if you want a midnight snack. Sure, Slytherins were close and their secret passages, but they had a tad longer walk, which equaled more risk of getting caught.  

Finally Snape was in the kitchen. A house elf saw him. "What does Mr. Snape want-" "I wish for you to pour this-'' Snape handed the house elf the potion that would expose Potter's lies to the elf. "Master Dumbies not allow potion in food." "I'll allow you to be my personal assistant this summer if you do this and say nothing." The elf nodded. "Assist Mr. Snape. Can't deny!" Snape smirked, "Make sure it is only in Potter's food. No one else's." Snape left with a job well done. 

The next morning, Snape kept an eye on Potter, who was eating his breakfast. Now, people would know he wasn't innocent. Potter's face blushed just as Hermonie screamed, "What! You slept where!?" Potter was running up the stairs faster than Snape knew anyone could. Oh no, he doesn't! 

Snape knew enough of the secret passages to block the fat lady's entrance to the common room, too bad Potter was too arrogant to look where he was going, as he ran straight into Snape. "Potter! What's wrong with you?" "I'm a freak." Potter placed his hand over his mouth, which let Snape hear a mumbled, "The school knows?" "About what?" Potter must have admitted going to the tournament on purpose, now that he didn't have a choice. "The cupboard." Snape wasn't a fan of listening through mumbles, but he was intruiged and had a duty as a teacher to keep all his students safe, even brats like Potter. "What about the cupboard?" ""It was my bedroom until the Hogwarts letter came. And it was used for punishments." Harry speedily replied, before Snape grabbed his arm and marched him to the staff table where Dumbledore was. "Albus, we have a problem." "Let's go upstairs." 

Snape, Dumbledore, and Potter were sitting in Dumbledore's office. "What seems to be the problem Severus?" "Potter was in a cupboard until his Hogwarts letter. Is there anything else Potter?" "I was beaten and starved for doing strange things. I owned nothing, even my clothes were Dudley's old ones. My glasses were broken by him repeatedly , so I used tape to tape them together. And I can't stop telling the truth." Snape figured it was a good time to ask, "Since you are being truthful, did you enter your name in the tournament." "No. Not that you'd believe me anyway." "Steal potion supplies?" "In seconed year." Harry clapped his hand over his mouth. "Severus." Dumbledore warned. "This is not the time ask many questions." 

Dumbledore looked at Harry over his moon spectacles, "Now, Harry, you say you can't stop telling the truth. When did this start?" "This morning." Harry glared at Snape. "Now, Harry, let's give Severus the benefit of the doubt, "Do you know of anything that triggered this?" "No, sir." Harry shook his head in annoyance. "Severus, can you make an antidote? Some things have came to light that I should take care of." 

Severus left the room and Dumbledore sighed, "Harry, Severus is an honest man, he would never harm his students." "He poisoned Neville's toad." Normally, Dumbledore would normally pass that off as an exaggeration, but Harry was under a truth potion. He needed to have a long talk with his potion's professor.

After Snape came back with the antidote, Dumbledore watched his student take it, before dismissing him. "Severus, please stay." Snape stayed seated. As soon as Harry closed the door, Dumbledore casted a silencing charm, knowing his students' tendency to eavesdrop, especially Harry Potter. This conversation was not for young ears. 

"Severus, Potter informs me you tried to poison a toad." "I just wanted Longbottom to do the potion correctly, so I said I'd feed the potion he made to his toad." Ugly and annoying thing at that. He wished it was poisoned, it would've been better that way. "So a student who lost his parents to insanity, you decide to take one of the last things remaining. Tell me Severus, why do you like torturing orphans?" "I do not target orphans!" "Longbottom and Harry both have no parents, that is the only thing they have in common." 

Dumbledore stood up, "I overlooked so much with Potter, but with Longbottom, you have no excuse. He doesn't look like your bully. He is not the child of the prophecy. You will not torture my students. You are now under probation. This entails a year with every single house point given or taken away checked for fairness, unable to give detentions, students will have to report me instead, and I'll determine if they have detention or not. Every single one this year. Some may even be taken away from record. Normally your actions are a fireable offense, and if you weren't my spy you would certainly be fired. Now get out before I change my mind!" Dumbledore had a lot to do, he has never been this angry, Potter was abused and Snape was corrupt with power, what was he going to do with this mess? 

Dumbledore did find a solution to the Potter situation, seeing as Snape owed him one for keeping him employed. When Snape walked up to Potter, he was near seething with rage, how dare the Potter brat cause this, and he couldn't believe Albus was making him do this. "Potter." Snape said through nearly gritted teeth. "Sir?" "Albus has informed me that due to your living situation, you need protection. I have been assigned as your bodyguard for the summer." "No! You'll make everything worse!" Harry yelled. Snape expected this so kept his calm and stated word for word what Dumbledore told him to say if and when Potter objected to his offer, "I will not be allowed to interfere unless you are in danger. I will be mostly as a prop to keep your aunt and uncle in line." "Whatever." Harry walked away angry at the situation, possibly not as angry as Snape was. A summer with Petunia, that sounded like a miserable time, especially when she can't be cursed!

#badthingshappenbingo #Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #Severus Snape #fanfic #writing #truth potion #food tampering #bad things happen bingo

[dhr-ao3]

Look Me In The Eyes

Look Me In The Eyes https://ift.tt/qlza1Fh by Erotica_Addict91 Harry Potter disappeared from the Wizarding World for 2 years, thinking everyone wanted nothing to do with him after he had served his purpose as the 'Killer of The Dark Lord' and savior. After finally having his fill of being lonely, Harry decided to go to Hogwarts to become the new Potion's Master for 1st and 2nd years. But who will teach him??? He never expected in a million years that it would be Severus Snape!!! Oh boy let the gay drama begin!!!! Words: 3015, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Crookshanks (Harry Potter), Horace Slughorn, Minerva McGonagall, Portrait Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts Students, Original Characters Relationships: Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Gay Sex, Gay Male Character, Bisexuality, Bisexual Male Character, Sub Harry Potter, Dom Harry Potter, Dom Severus Snape, Boys Kissing, Gentle Kissing, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, First Time Bottoming, First Time Topping, Neck Kissing, Rough Kissing, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Sex, Rough Body Play, Rape/Non-con Elements, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Severus Snape Being an Asshole, Angst and Hurt/Comfort via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/ehGif4z October 03, 2023 at 11:44PM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

[i-snitch-you-not]

With my PC down for a week and a retail job that’s pay is being sucked dry from said PC, all I have is time to think about “Master of Death Severus Snape”.

The getting the Hallows is still up in the air as far as probability goes but it’s what he would do after that would make or break this AU.

The death stick he’d know preemptivly would be a problem and he’d make sure he has it in his possession at least so he knows it’s not, ya know, making Bellatrix or whoever the next terror of the isles. (Because let’s be honest here, Tom is creepy but Bella would be terrifying). Severus likely wouldn’t do much with it beyond keeping it secret and safe. Making a dupe to lie with Albus would have been the smart and cunning thing to do anyway. Would he wield it though? No. He’d hide it under his robes at most in case he needed to go emergency ham on something. But he wouldn’t be swinging that wand around unless heavily disguised because he’s slytherin and knows to hide his aces. Potentially, he could do a disturbingly good amount of damage if he timed it right. It’s the equivalent of a nuke compared to a dart as far as power goes yeah?

The cloak he’d notice when he’d pick it up. He’s smart, like crazy smart. He’d be able to tell it wasn’t like other invisibility cloaks and you can bet your best boots he’d be using that to the max of it’s potential. If going the headmaster route it’s self explanatory. Hide a student from the Carrows? Smuggle students out? Sneak literally anywhere? Heck yes. If the marauder’s era… not fully sure, still piecing that timeline out but a young Snape sneaking around destroying horcruxes is hilarious to me. You die a hero or live long enough to become the villain that sneaks around after curfew breaking rules like a child in a porcelain shop

The stone I’d bet would catch him completely off guard but once he gets it guess which friend he’s phoning. That’s right, Mama Lily. Imagine having your dead ex bestie who you can actually apologize to and plot out how to circumvent said friend’s son’s death. Potential power duo. A lot of story potential. Also comedy because imagine like Neville or someone seeing Snape in a dark hallway talking animately to no one about Harry’s insane hair greying exploits.

Nev: He’s gone completely bonkers.

Luna: It’s nice to see him make amends. We should leave them be.

Nev: Luna, I love you, but…. fine.

#master of death severus #MoD!Sev #masterofdeath!sev #master of death #severus snape #snape community #harry potter au

[halfblood-princes-crown]

Dark snape au here again, this part is a little lighter I suppose so here we go

The new year starts and Harry is progressing slowly in spells, nothing serious but it’s something to keep himself sane.

And if you’re wondering how severus have all this money, Eileen has a muggle account that she kept all her inheritance money in, money she hid from her husband and saved up for her son. Severus also worked around while keeping an eye on Harry and didn’t spend anything much so now he’s left with enough savings for them both to go by until he lands a stable job.

The first year students are excited for the new year unaware of the anxiety everyone is experiencing with Harry missing.

The sort happens then and they have to erase Harry’s name but somebody {hermione} points out that the boy who lived is not there with them? The professors are put in a tight spot and the student body breaks into whispers.

The news quickly spreads because you can’t just erase the memory of every student.

Remus still didn’t tell anyone he found Harry and everyone thinks he just gave up.

Severus goes out to sell the potions he made in the market near by and buys groceries, he buys some pastries and comes back to the cottage.

He walks outside to where Harry is practicing alone, the boy stops immediately and backs away from him because let’s be real Harry is too fragile right now.

Severus ignores the annoying stinging in his chest and orders the boy to eat what he bought.

Severus keeps eyes on Harry for an uncomfortable amount of time then starts telling him random stories about his mother when she was young, Harry is gob smacked by this information and takes in everything he can.

Harry still doesn’t speak but continues with him using gestures, he points at a spell in the book, severus took it as an opportunity to fix something he broke and started showing him how to do simple spells.

Sirius now reached Switzerland and panics because he can smell both snape and Harry, meaning his dreams were true and snape kidnapped Harry but also, Remus is here too?

Now that whole of Britain knows Harry is nowhere to be found, people are scared, so no more than two weeks and parents started pulling their kids out of hogwarts because they don’t trust albus, only a few new students left and a hand full from older years.

With all of that chaos going on they seem to forget one important thing, Voldemort on the back of what’s his face.

More story time? Don’t mind if I do😌

Ok let’s do this!

Eileen secretly saving money for Sev is so mother.

Hermione being the first one to point out that Harry Potter wasn’t there is so accurate 😭

Remus found them…and HASNT said anything? Interesting 🧐 🍿

Sev and Harry seem to be bonding better 🥹 my broken heart is healing slowly. I love that he broke the silence by telling Harry about his mom. Cute

Sirius: *sniff sniff* Harry AND Snape!? This can only mean one thi- *sniff sniff* ReMuS!?

OOHH! Voldemort on…the professor…FUCK WHATS HIS NAME😭💀I refuse to look it up, I’d be a fake hp fan…gimme a min…omg this is tragic….

It rhymed with..

I’m gonna lock myself in a closet…

SQUIRREL

QUIRRELL

It took thirty mins to remember his name. Excuse me while I go DIE 😒

#i honestly got upset that I couldn’t remember 😭 #severitus #severus snape #pro severus snape #pro snape #snape community

[theburdenofresponsibility]

Severus Snape and the Burden of Responsibility - Chapter 3 - The Man Who Loved

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Severus Snape was not a particularly brave man. He was only too aware of this fact, although he refused to allow the extent of this to be known to the wider public. Sure, people called him a coward - those from both sides of the war; after all, he had run off and hidden in the disgustingly coloured skirts of Albus Dumbledore - but he didn’t let them see how much little things affected him. Not that this was anything new, Severus had refused to allow himself to break since he’d been a boy and the only wrath he had to endure was his own father’s. No, instead he now hid any fragility in a suit of fury, in a temple of apathy. 

Still, it did not change the fact that Severus was currently appalled by the prospect of going to the Ministry of Magic, but he had put it off rather long enough. Harry had turned three and so Severus would need to apply for him to go to Primary school next September. The only problem with this; Severus still hadn’t gotten the documents he would need to do this. Harry had been born into the Wizarding World, and that meant he didn’t have muggle documents - which wouldn’t be a problem if Severus wasn’t putting Harry into muggle Primary School, but he was.

Harry could have a better, more normal, life growing up away from his fame, and Severus’ connection to Harry wouldn’t become public knowledge in the Wizarding World. Dumbledore had gone to great lengths not only to convince the necessary people that Severus could be Harry’s guardian but to swear them to secrecy too. It had to be like this so that no unapprehended supporters of the Dark Lord could track them down in a bid to finish the job.

So, that left Severus now having to go into the Ministry of Magic’s Department of Muggle and Magical Contracts to actually obtain the correct paperwork. He had an appointment with a woman from the department, one who had already been sworn to secrecy, and Severus was not excited for it. He knew the woman could not tell anyone of his and Harry’s situation, but he still felt a sense of dread at having to put his trust in anyone over something so important. And that was without acknowledging the fact he would have to go to the Ministry where he would no doubt be welcomed by very few.

Unfortunately, though, Severus had very little choice in the matter so, after a quick glamour was thrown over Harry, Severus flooed into the Ministry with the child in his arms.

As expected, most people either sneered at him as he passed or kept their eyes firmly away in a blatant refusal to acknowledge his existence. Those he did not mind so much - the staring made him mildly uncomfortable, especially with Harry in his arms, identity hidden by a measly spell, but it was nothing he couldn’t manage. He could hold his head high as he passed them, letting them know just how little he cared about their opinion. The people who hissed words of disdain at him as he passed - or even tried to approach him to tell him exactly how they felt - were the problem. Each time someone made to stop him, his arms tightened reflexively around Harry in his arms. Some people seemed entirely flabbergasted at that - that Severus Snape had enough of a heart to be protective of (or maybe it was just because he was even holding) a child. That was good; usually when they saw that Severus was currently holding a small infant they would back away.

There were exceptions, of course. The worst of which was a witch - in her late thirties or early forties at a guess - who made her way over to him and began shrieking about how he was unfit to be looking after a child and demanding someone rescue the child from him. Severus glared at her, entirely unimpressed. Something which only worsened when Harry - who had been growing quite distressed by the volume and the strangers hurling abuse at Severus over his head - let out a pitiful whine, tears brimming in his eyes. Clutching Harry closer to his chest, Severus shouldered past the woman, throwing a sneer at her when she shouted in indignation. A few passersby seemed quite startled by the whole ordeal, some even gave him a sympathetic look as he passed them on his way to where he was needed so that he could get this over with, whispering comforting words into Harry’s hair.

“Alright?” a man who looked perhaps a few years older than Severus came over to him to ask.

“I will be once this is over with and we can go home,” he snapped at no one in particular.

The man nodded.

“Where are you going?”

“Department of Muggle and Magical Contracts,” he answered absently, leaning down to press a raspberry to Harry’s cheek in the hopes of cheering him up. The boy shrieked in delight, voice still slightly watery but markedly happier.

When Severus looked up he noticed that the man was still walking beside him, looking at him in a charmed sort of amusement at the display. Suddenly aware of how public he was being in his actions, Severus glanced about, noting with despair that a group of young witches were cooing at his actions and the way Harry was demanding.

“Again, again!” with his stupid, adorable little grin.

Severus cleared his throat, face flaming.

“I should-”

“I’ll walk you over,” the man told him with a grin, flashing his Auror identification briefly. “I doubt anyone will dare causing you trouble with me as your escort.”

“I hardly need-”

“I know,” the man told him, arms raised in surrender as they continued onwards. “I’m just going that way anyway and it’ll settle my conscience. I had an aunt who made some poor choices during the war - but she wasn’t an awful woman, mind - so it’d be like helping her.”

With a confused frown, Severus nodded his consent.

The walk was much shorter with the Auror - David - serving as their guide. He bid the pair goodbye at the door Severus needed, pausing to wave at Harry before he continued on his way.

After a steadying breath, Severus freed one of his hands and raised a fist to rap on the door. Almost as soon as he was lowering his fist, the door swung open and an older woman with greying hair and deep lines in her face beckoned Severus inside.

“Mister Snape,” she greeted in a rough voice as she closed and then warded the door. “And young Harry Potter, I presume.”

The office Severus had been beckoned into had three desks fit into the space, alongside doubtlessly enchanted and expanded filing cabinets. There was a padded two-seater sofa in the final corner, the fabric worn but in good enough condition. Severus set Harry down on one side of the sofa as the woman lowered herself into the seat behind the closest desk. Absently, Severus swept his eyes across the surface of it, noting the ink pots, both empty and full, and the littering of photo frames. There were two trays of paperwork on the desk and a third floating off to the side, each were practically overflowing with folders of sheets, some omitting a gentle glow.

The woman gathered some loose papers from the surface before her, before whacking them carelessly into a drawer to her side. Severus glanced at the other desks, they seemed similarly lived in and yet there was no one currently occupying them.

“Don’t worry, Mr Snape,” the woman told him, summoning a pair of folders with a flick of her wand to set on the now empty surface before her, “my colleagues know that the office is currently in my sole use for a confidential case. They will be returning to the office in a couple of hours, you needn’t worry about intrusion.”

Severus nodded, pulling a chair from one of the other desks to set beside the woman’s so that he could sit. Actually acquiring the documents he needed was fairly easy, the woman drew up some muggle documents and any relevant magical ones he had been lacking prior to his visit. Where needed, he signed his name and completed blood contracts where necessary. There was only one aspect of the whole visit that gave him any pause.

“And shall I leave the name as ‘Harry James Potter’?”

The option left him reeling. Severus hadn’t thought about Harry’s name. So far there had been no use for Severus to refer to Harry as anything other than just Harry. That’s who he was to him, now. It was almost odd to think. Severus had so loathed the boy’s father, and yet - when he looked at the child who was tracing a swirling pattern on one of the couch cushions - all he could see in Harry was the little boy who he read bedtime stories to and who made him answer telephone calls and chase him around the house just to get him to put trousers on some days.

Part of him almost recoiled at the reminder. James Potter. James Potter’s son. And Harry was in blood, but no longer in anything else. James Potter’s family magic may thrum beneath Harry’s skin, but- but he was Severus’ now, wasn’t he? Severus’ heart gave a rather hopeful thud at the thought. Harry was his - and Severus wouldn’t resent him for the bastard who might have raised him in another life, but he wouldn’t celebrate it.

Severus was shaking his head even before he realised he had come to a decision.

“No,” he voiced. “Harry Prince.”

Harry could hardly remain safe if he took a name so obviously linked to Severus like Snape was, after all. Besides, Severus’ father was a man not worthy of celebration and he didn’t want his name hovering over his relationship with Harry like a bad omen. Prince was a name Severus was proud of, was a name he was happy to share with the boy.

A stab of guilt struck his heart, making him glance over at Harry. He swept his gaze over him, each glamoured inch, before settling on his eyes. They looked hazel with the influence of the spell over him, but Severus knew all too well what startling shade of green was truly underneath.

“Harry Evan Prince,” he amended.

Evan in memory of Lily Evans - the kindest soul he had known, and the woman who had given her life to protect the boy who was turning a bored pout on Severus.

“I want to go,” Harry whined.

“It’ll just be another few minutes,” the woman answered him with a friendly smile, moving to change all the names on the documents to Harry’s new name. “We’ll need to prick his finger to make the change magically official for him - he can’t use a blood quill as you can, after all.”

Severus bristled at the thought of causing Harry any harm, but knew it was necessary in this case. He sighed, moving over to collect Harry from the sofa. Not wasting any time, the woman took a small knife from a case in one of her drawers.

“It’s perfectly sanitary,” she informed him as Severus held out Harry’s hand with clear reluctance. “We had these specifically for this purpose and we clean them thoroughly - the muggle way so no old traces of magic can interfere with the process or the developing child’s magic.”

Severus nodded, allowing her to nick the very tip of Harry’s right index finger. The knife’s edge was sharp, cutting the skin easily. For a moment, it seemed like nothing more than a papercut, but then blood welled up in the little cut and Harry began sobbing, squirming in Severus’ grasp. She quickly pressed the beads of red onto the contract. As soon as it was done, Severus cradled Harry’s hand to his face, kissing the palm and whispering a simple healing spell.

“All done, Harry,” he promised. “I’ve kissed it better, see?”

Harry continued to sniffle, but calmed ever so slightly. Knowing he would be okay, Severus glanced over at the contract in time to see the smudge of blood be absorbed by the contract. It flashed gold for a moment before returning to normal.

“And… you’re all done,” the woman told him, handing the paperwork over. “Have a good day, Mister Snape.”

“Thank you,” he said with a nod, awkwardly tucking the folder into his robes with one hand.

Now all that was left was to fight his way back to the floos.

–

After having navigated Severus disappearing every school day to work at Hogwarts, it came as something of a surprise when Harry stubbornly refused to release his iron grip on his leg when Severus had tried to drop him off at his first day of primary school.

For the past nearly two years, Severus and Harry had managed their routine. Monday through Thursday a babysitter came around to keep an eye on Harry - the woman was an elderly squibb who lived two streets down and who eternally smelled of dish-soap and lavender. Harry was besotted with the woman. Initially, he had been rather shy around her, hiding behind Severus’ legs whenever she came around, but about the fifth time he met the woman - whose name was Margaret Morris - he had asked her to play Hungry Hungry Hippos with him and had loved her ever since. Had loved her so much that he didn’t seem to mind too much when Severus went to work - though Margaret promised he missed him in the day, and Harry was always ecstatic to see him when he returned. So, really, things had been fine.

Even on Fridays, nothing was ever the matter. On Fridays, Harry would go around to Catherine’s next door and play with her youngest under her watch. Margaret sometimes stopped by anyways and would have a brew with Cath while Harry and little Christopher played, but she would just as often go out to play bingo. 

Severus would have thought this would mean that Harry wouldn’t mind going to school, being used to being apart from Severus in the days like he was. It seemed not, though. The more Severus tried to pry his little arms off of his legs, the tighter Harry held on, sobbing into the fabric of his trousers as the other children around them either filed inside or stuck to their own carers in a similar fashion.

“Harry,” Severus sighed. “You have to let go. Can you do that for me? Please?”

Watery eyes blinked up at him.

“Why do I have t’ go?” he whined. “Why can’t I stay home with Mickey, Chris and Mandy’s mummy, or Auntie Maggie?”

“Because you’re old enough to go to school now - do you know what that means?”

Harry shook his head.

“That means you get to go and play with other kids your age and make sooo many new friends. I’m very jealous. You’re going to have oh-so-much fun and I have to go to work!”

Harry sniffled.

“Friends like Chris, Mick and Mandy?”

Severus shrugged, “I don’t know, you’ll have to find out and tell me all about it.”

Harry shook his head.

“I don’t want you to go. Stay… please?”

His heart gave a sudden pang, sliced down the middle as if by a blade. Those shining green eyes threatening tears made him want to reach down, sweep Harry into his arms and just take him straight home so that they could watch Fraggle Rock together like they had in the holiday. Severus took a deep breath and reached down to tickle Harry under the arms.

“I wish I could,” he grinned as Harry erupted in giggles demanding;

“Stop. Stop! I’m not laughing - ‘s not funny!”

“I’ll be right here to pick you up after school, okay? Be good.”

Leaning in, he pressed a noisy raspberry to Harry’s cheek before he stood back up and stepped back, not taking his eyes off of Harry in his new uniform until he had vanished into the school building.

The day dragged on incredibly slowly after that, making Severus all the more agitated. The students in all of his classes wisely stayed silent, casting wary glances at each other that asked why their grouchy potions professor was more impatient than usual. None of them knew that he was checking the time even more frequently than themselves, worrying about a little boy wearing that little school jumper for the first time.

Was Harry okay? Was he making friends? Severus hoped that this worrying wouldn’t last forever, that as time passed he would be more and more used to Harry spending the day at school, out of Severus’ reach. After all, he had overcome a similar thing when he had started working and had entrusted Harry’s care to Margaret for the first time.

Severus tried to distract himself by recalling the… less than ideal way he had made Margaret’s acquaintance. It wasn’t exactly his fault. Or, well, it was - but who could blame him? 

It had been when Severus had just started realising that Harry’s tantrums were usually just at the lack of attention Severus paid him most of the day. The boy had been behaving incredibly better, but had begun to want Severus’ attention at all hours. He supposed it was his own fault, Harry was just looking to reassure himself that Severus wouldn’t suddenly retract his willingness to pay attention. But still, being woken up at two AM by a somehow alert and functioning child was not his favourite thing. Before Severus had learnt to put the Bagpuss VHSs he had purchased on and let Harry get sucked into that on his muggle TV, he had had no choice but to play with him, or read to him at whatever ungodly hour he had been awoken. It was after one of these nights, when he was dead to the world, that Margaret had been walking her Schnauzer - Taffy.

Now, as one might expect, Severus had been exhausted and not thinking clearly - if at all. So, when he stepped out of the door to call round to Catherine’s and ask her to keep an eye on Harry while he got a few hours rest before he passed out, he unthinkingly summoned his coat when he was already walking down the path, having forgotten it initially but not wanting to put up with the chill.

When he first caught Margaret’s stunned gaze, his exhaustion-fogged mind had thought nothing of it. But then rational thought caught up with him and he froze. In that moment, his breathing had stopped; he had truly thought he had messed up but then Margaret had burst out laughing - a whistley sound like that of a boiling kettle - and introduced herself. Honestly, Severus had been beyond lucky that she had been the only person around.

Still, even recalling that heart-stopping encounter could not distract him for long. All thinking about Margaret did was remind him that he was unreachable to the school while at Hogwarts since the magic messed with any muggle electronics. Instead, Margaret was Harry’s emergency contact - and Severus knew she would handle anything needed of her, but he still felt awful at the thought of not knowing if something had happened.

When Severus’ last lesson finally ended, he practically threw himself into his fireplace to floo home. He had plenty of time to get to the school before Harry would be released, but he rushed nevertheless. As expected, he arrived far too early so, rather than pacing pointlessly, he forced himself to walk over to the shops to grab some sweets for Harry. By the time he made it back to the school, the kids were just beginning to flow out from the door. He scanned the faces, looking for the one that belonged to him when-

“Dad!” came a cry from the doorway and a small body rushed forwards, barreling itself into Severus’ legs and clinging like a particularly friendly octopus.

Severus just stood there, utterly startled.

Dad. Harry had called him his dad. The feeling struck him so strongly, a fierce aching warmth in his chest, that tears made his vision blur very suddenly. Without a second thought, Severus reached down to heave an increasingly heavy Harry into his arms and press a kiss to his temple.

“Hello, you,” he choked. “Was school okay?”

“Mhmm!” Harry beamed, nodding furiously and jumping into a play-by-play of exactly what he had done that day. Severus had never listened more enthusiastically and refused to put Harry down for the whole walk home despite protest. Whenever he did so, Severus would swing him high or hang him upside down to hear the “Dad, stoooop!” amidst the shrieks of laughter.

#severitus #fic: ssatbor

[thebadgerclan]

Pressure

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: He’s under immense pressure...

It broke your heart to see your husband under such stress.  He was now Headmaster, answering to Voldemort while simultaneously doing his best to protect the students and aid Harry on whatever quest Albus had him on.  The toll was large, and the stress weighed heavy on your husband’s shoulders.  Severus was only one man, after all, and right now, he was tasked with protecting more than 1,000 students all while staying in the Dark Lord’s good graces.

Severus let out a long sigh as he entered your quarters, the clock on the mantle reading 1 o’clock in the morning.  But you weren’t asleep, you were wrapped in a blanket on the couch, a book open on your lap.  When you saw your husband enter, you leapt to your feet, striding over to him.  “Sev?” you asked, taking his hands in yours.  “Is everything alright?  How’d it go?”  He sighed again, walking over to slump on the couch, and you sat at his side, your hands still in his.

“I planted the sword like Albus asked,” Severus said, pinching the bridge of his nose.  “I have no idea why Potter even needs it, but I did it.  Y/N, they’re in the middle of the Forest of Dean, in the middle of winter!  What the bloody hell does that bastard have them doing?”  You shook your head, moving closer to your husband.  “I don’t know, Sev.  But we have to assume it’ll help take him down.”

Severus’ shoulders shook, and he bit back a sob.  “I don’t know how much longer I can do this,” he admitted, and you rested a hand on his shoulder.  “Severus, you don’t have to be strong all the time.  And I want-no, I need you to know that it’s okay to cry.”  Severus was never a man to bottle up his emotions, he wasn’t of the belief that it wasn’t “manly” to cry, but with his current position, he found himself keeping his feelings pent up.

But your words caused his fragile resolve to shatter.  Severus let the tears fall, and you took him into your arms, holding your husband against your chest as he sobbed.  The pressure he was under was crushing, crippling even, but he soldiered on, using every ounce of his strength to protect who he could.  But now, his guard was down, and all stress and fear Severus felt was pouring out.

“I know,” you soothed, rubbing his back gently.  “I know, my love.  It’s alright, I’ve got you.”  You didn’t try to make his worries go away, you knew that would only be accomplished by the end of the war, but you did your best to ease his mind and make your husband feel secure.  And after a while, you succeeded, as Severus calmed, his sobs changing to soft cries before fading entirely.

“I’m sorry,” Severus said, rubbing his eyes and wiping his nose.  “No, Sev.  You have nothing to apologize for.  You’re under a lot of pressure, anyone else would crumble, but you are strong, my love.  There is nobody else who could do the job that you’ve been tasked with, and I am so proud of you, Severus.  So, so proud, and I love you.”  “I love you too, Y/N,” your husband said, snuggling into your chest.  It was clear you’d be spending the night on the couch, but that didn’t matter.  What mattered was Severus, and that he was now dozing soundly.

#severus snape x reader #severus snape x you #harry potter fanfiction #snape x reader #snape x you #harry potter reader insert

[rayshippouuchiha]

Hey Ray are we still Dumbledore bashing because oh ho ho do I have some Thoughts on his abuses of power and general shittiness. 

1. Sirius - let us be our most generous to Dumbles here, and say that he had no idea Sirius wasn't the Potter's secret keeper anymore. Even so, he was Supreme Mugwump of the Wizengamot as well as the headmaster of hogwarts, it was his duty as a leader of the wizarding judiciary to make sure that the law was upheld. He failed to get Sirius a trial, he failed to get people with goddamned brands of allegiance on their arms arrested, he failed to preserve life and law where he could, which, wouldn't the 'greater good' be 'the greatest good for the greatest amount of people'? Not if you're Albus Manynames.

2. Trelawny - her entire interview smacks of a setup. She was Dumbledore's student once upon a time, like most of the other characters, I'm sure of it. I'm almost 100% certain Dumbles had heard that prophecy before and set her up to restate it at a strategically advantages location; or if not that prophesy, then another one while she was a student and capitalized on that for his own aggrandizement later. Why the hell else would he conduct job interviews in his estranged brother's seedy bar instead of, oh, I don't know, the heavily fortified magic castle? No, he 100% knew Snape was a spy and he %100 knew that he was there and he at least had a guess about what Trelawny would say. He kept her around and kept her in alcohol probably just in case she ever prophesied again so he could hear it and incorporate it into his plans.

3. Moving away to the castle for a bit: howmst the Fuck were there no Animagus wards on the grounds? Especially during 3rd year??? There is no universe in which Albus didn't know that the marauders were animagi, and even saying that would be unfair to Minerva, I'm pretty sure that she would be fine with not being able to come and go from the castle as a cat if it protected the students???? Also, kids play and skate on the Black Lake without any idea of the dangerous creatures that live in it other than the Giant Squid? And also calling it the Forbidden Forest? That name is basically a gilded, monogramed invitation for dumbass kids to dare their friends to go in. Who decided that having a pack of centaurs, intelligent creatures who dislike wizards, right next to a school full of wizard children was a good idea? Where the kids don't know that the centaurs are there, anything about their culture and how to not offend them, or how to defend themselves. 

4. As a school, Hogwarts is absolute shit. One of the  top magical academies my ass. There is a single teacher for each subject for seven different levels of education, 4 of them double as defacto parents for all the students, and one of them is a fucking ghost. And I lay all of this down at Dumbledore's feet. He wanted the adults to be too overworked to question the goings on in the school, he wanted the history class, specifically, to be useless so that no one would think to question how he runs things which further drives a wedge between the muggleborns he's (poorly, and stereotypically) catering to and the purebloods who know better because they were born into the culture, you know, like him. People forget that Dumbledore was raised as a wizard and spent his whole life in the wizarding world. Man doesn't know shit about muggles and he wants to keep these kids just as ignorant.

5. Dumbledore's collection - dumbledore is very much a collector, but like Sid from the first Toy Story movie. He'll pick up a toy and break it apart until it's useful to him. I fully believe that he realized that Sirius wasn't going to be a pawn or a follower so he let him rot in azkaban until it broke him enough to be useful, and then brought him on the Department of Mysteries raid knowing he was likely to die and give Harry something to fight for while taking away his hope. Think about it, why would he bring Sirius, a lanky, still strung out from wizard hell-prison, and definitely not firing on all cylinders wizard, into a fire fight where the dark lord himself was likely to show up if he didn't plan on having the man either die or be horribly injured to give harry fuel for martyrdom.

6. which brings me to my last bit: Harry Potter. Once I was old enough for critical thinking, this burned me to my core. We all know that Dumbles specifically set up the tasks in the first book to play to the strengths of Harry and his friends. He probably altered or completely scrapped the other professor's traps for that purpose (why actually have traps that you can pass if you are guarding something that you won't ever use? as a test, obviously). However, he set up Harry's entire life like that, which is even more unforgivable. He knew what Petunia was like since they interacted when she was a child. He knew she was the same because McGonagall told him. He had a spy living in Harry's neighborhood his entire life and not once did anything about the blatant abuse he suffered. No one checked on him, anytime someone tried to say something they had a change of heart. Dumbledore said in the  later books that he didn't want to tell Harry about wizards and prophesy because he wanted him to have a normal, happy childhood. Bull. Shit. He didn't want a happy child. Happy, normal children don't make for good martyrs. That's what he wanted. He wanted Harry to grow up poor and alone so that he would idealize the wizarding world and Dumbles himself enough to die for them. To cement Dumbledore's standing and his legend. Harry was the most golden of geese: a prophesized hero, a misfortunate child, an icon, a General to rally behind and hold up as a legacy of heroism when he died, following Dumbledore, just like his parents.

Dumbledore's plans only changed when he realized that he was going to die in book 6. He had 2 of the deathly hallows and he could get his hands on the cloak just by asking Harry to borrow it, but it wouldn't have worked, it wouldn't have made him the master of death. Because the cloak is the hallow with the hardest condition to meet: it must be given to you freely by someone who is about to die. He could probably have convinced Harry to will him the cloak and then killed him, but that would leave many questions and might not have worked to gain ownership anyway. He had held the cloak, borrowed it for use when James knew he would probably die soon, probably waiting for the cloak to recognize him as it's owner when James did die, and when it didn't, he realized what had gone wrong. The cloak has to be freely passed on without reservation, and there was no way he was going to get it away from Harry since he had told Harry about it's history and connection to his family. He would never be the master of death, so he turned to securing his reputation as the untouchable Hero of the Light. He orchestrated Harry becoming the MoD-- with the confusing wand chain, fully knowing that he was putting both Snape and Draco in the direct line of fire, as well as straight up giving Harry the stone-- so that when he faced Voldemort he wouldn't stay dead, and would be able to come back and declare victory for the Light and for Dumbledore himself. His legend would be secure and his name untouchable for a long time because of his connection to Harry.

#submission #RayRambles #Harry Potter #anti dumbledore #It's always Dumbledore slander hours here #all my homies hate Dumbledore

[dumbledore-and-grindelwald]

Fantastic Beasts only pushed McGonagall’s birth a few years earlier. Is it a subtle retcon? Yes. But it was never canon that Minerva was born in 1935. 

Do you know what IS against canon? Placing McGonagall’s birth in mid-twentieth century when she literally “grew up in the Highlands of Scotland in the early twentieth century”.

We have been told that “Minerva McGonagall did not teach the young Tom Riddle, but she was privy to Dumbledore’s fears and suspicions about him.” This can be interpreted in two ways: 1)Minerva had not teached at Hogwarts by then, or 2)she HAD started teaching a Hogwarts but she wasn’t teaching at the time.

Based on the stories from Hogwarts canon, Minerva originally returned to Hogwarts for “a job in the Transfiguration department, under Head of Department, Albus Dumbledore”.

Let’s combine these pieces of information:

Minerva got hired in the Transfiguration department. When she started teaching Transfiguration, Dumbledore would have to do something else; to teach a different subject. Based on Fantastic Beasts he changed to DADA, which is not unheard of. After all, Snape changed from potions to DADA. When Tom Riddle was a student, Minerva did not teach for some reason, let’s assume that she was on extended leave, and Transfiguration was again Albus’ subject.  This makes the remark about her not having taught Riddle make sense. It would have been unnecessary if she hadn’t ever been part of Hogwarts’ stuff by that time. 

It would also justify Albus confiding in her about his suspicions. When Tom and Dumbledore met for the DADA teaching position, he had already started going by ‘Voldemort’, so anything Albus said to Minerva would not have been a suspicion at the time. It would have been a fact. If we are talking about ‘sucipcions’ this confiding could only have happened when Riddle was a student. So it makes sense for Minerva to be an adult at the time, instead of her not even being a Hogwarts student, which would be the case if she was born in 1935. 

The fact that McGonagall had been teaching for 39 years by 1995 does not necessitate those yeats to be consecutive. If anything, piecing together the fragments we have, everything points out that they weren’t. 

#minerva mcgonagall #fantastic beasts #the crimes of grindelwald #the secrets of dumbledore

[hollybollybingbong]

Albus Dumbledore is the worst.

Albus Dumbledore was written to be a hero, and that's what makes him such a good villain. Almost everyone in the Wizarding World trusted him and thought he was so incredible and amazing, but in reality, he was playing a brilliant game of chess, using them all as his pawns.

How? Let's start from the beginning with Tom Riddle.

Dumbledore first met Tom when he was eleven, and even then, you could see the warning signs. Dumbledore did too. He saw that Tom was dangerous and unstable, and Dumbledore, being Dumbledore, wanted to give him a chance at Hogwarts.

But, Dumbledore, also, being Dumbledore, was the only one who saw who Tom really was, and only "kept an annoyingly close watch on him." He saw Tom Riddle, at the age of eleven saying "I can make bad things happen to people who annoy me. I can make them hurt if I want," and did not think to do anything about it.

He said to Harry in Chamber of Secrets that, "help will be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it," yet, here we have Tom Riddle, who desperately needed help, and did not get it. Could Dumbledore have prevented Tom Riddle from becoming who he was? I'm not sure. Could he have helped him more while he was at Hogwarts? 100%

Next up, Sirius (and a bit of Remus)

One thing I never understood while reading the books was why Sirius had to spend twelve years in Azkaban when there were literally potions that forced you to tell the truth.

The truth is, unsurprisingly, Dumbledore wanted him there. By keeping Sirius in Azkaban, there was no way he could adopt Harry (who was legally his), and ruin Dumbledore's perfectly thought out plan of manipulating Harry. Dumbledore was a high-ranking member of the Wizengamot, if he managed to get Snape off, he surely could've gotten Sirius free too.

But unlike Snape, and Remus, and Hagrid, and Harry, Dumbledore couldn't use Sirius. Remus was a werewolf with no job prospects in the Wizarding World, and no Muggle qualifications either. He spent twelve years alone, as he watched his friends die or get sent to Azkaban. But then here comes Dumbledore, who gives him a job and a home when no one else would. And suddenly, Remus is loyal to Dumbledore.

Hagrid, a half-giant, was kicked out of Hogwarts in his third year for something he didn't do. But Dumbledore comes along and suddenly Hagrid has a home and job, and owes it to Dumbledore, ensuring his loyalty.

Even Snape, Dumbledore saved him from a lifetime in Azkaban prison, securing his loyalty too.

But Sirius, Sirius was different. He saw right through Dumbledore and his manipulation. He was a rebel and chose his path. A path that didn't involve Dumbledore, which is why he was stuck in Azkaban for twelve years, despite him being innocent. Because him being around would've messed up Dumbledore's plan to raise Harry to die, because there is no way in hell that Sirius would've allowed that to happen.

Finally, Harry Potter, himself.

Harry escaped death at the age of one and then was essentially kidnapped by Hagrid on Dumbledore's orders. While there's no proof, surely James and Lily would've written a will, especially considering they were living through a war with their son being the target for the greatest dark wizard of all time. I believe that Dumbledore pulled some strings (because remember, he was a member of the Wizengamot, and despite not holding the title of Minister for Magic, he was as good as, especially considering how incompetent they were), so he could be in charge of Harry's living arrangements and manipulate him further. Sirius Black was his legal guardian, being godfather and all, and yet Hagrid had "orders from Dumbledore," so he got stuck with the Dursleys.

Harry grew up in this abusive home where he was unwanted, neglected, and bullied, so when he eventually finds out about the Wizarding World, he sees it as a home, a safe haven, away from the Dursleys. He feels grateful to the Wizarding World for saving him from them. And when he has to go back at the beginning of summer, it's a reminder that it can all be taken away, so when Harry has to sacrifice himself to save the world he's come to love so much, of course, he does! Because why wouldn't he? It's his home.

Dumbledore could've left Harry with Remus, or the Weasley's, or the Longbottom's, or literally any other family, but the Dursley's made Harry easiest to manipulate.

And before anyone mentions Lily's blood wards, Dumbledore says in Order of the Phoenix: "You need return there only once a year, but as long as you can still call it home, there he cannot hurt you."

There was no reason for Harry to grow up in an abusive household, isolated from the Wizarding World, but it made Harry an easier pawn to manipulate in Dumbledore's game.

Similarly, when Harry is in school, he rewards Harry's saviour complex through house points. In Philosopher's Stone, the trio very clearly go against McGonagall's orders and put themselves in dangerous situations to 'save the day.' But instead of facing any punishment, they are rewarded via the House Cup, and Dumbledore is buying Harry's loyalty.

It's always Harry being the one to put himself into dangerous situations, never Dumbledore. Chamber of Secrets, Harry and Ginny both nearly die, but oh, thanks to Dumbledore's phoenix the day is saved! But wait, wasn't Dumbledore there the first time the Chamber was opened? Was there nobody else in the entire Wizarding World who could fix this mess, without having to rely on a twelve-year-old???

Prisoner of Azkaban. Why were Harry and Hermione the ones to rescue Sirius? Why couldn't Dumbledore do it himself? Goblet of Fire. You're telling me the 'most powerful wizard in the world' couldn't break the magical contract? In all honesty, he probably could, but he said it himself, he wanted to see what would happen. He was using Harry as bait. McGonagall seems to be the only person who cares about this poor boy's life. And then we have Order of the Phoenix. Where Dumbledore isolates himself from Harry, gets Snape to teach him Occlumency instead of doing it himself, which leads to Sirius's death, which I believe was planned (to an extent).

And at the end of Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore comes 'clean,' saying that the reason he ghosted Harry for the entire year, was because 'he cared for him too much.' That he cared more about Harry's happiness than the safety of others, that he put Harry's life above the life of innocent people. He was telling Harry, who watched his godfather die in front of him, and blamed himself for it, that him being happy would lead to the deaths of others. Dumbledore's exact quote was, "What did I care if numbers of nameless and faceless people and creatures were slaughtered in the vague future, if in the here and now you were alive, and well, and happy." And of course, Dumbledore said this, because he knows Harry has a tendency to sacrifice himself for others, and as a result, he'll choose to die when the time comes.

Dumbledore kept Harry's inevitable death from him for sixteen years, five while he was at Hogwarts. And guess what? By this point, Harry was wrapped so tightly around Dumbledore's little finger, and wouldn't say no even if he could.

Harry Potter was raised like a pig for slaughter, by a man he trusted. And this makes me so angry. Harry Potter was seventeen when he walked into the forest alone, more than willing to die. He was seventeen when he and his friends fought in a war against people twice their age. He was seventeen when he saw some of those friends for the last time, watched them die fighting a war that none of them had seen the start of.

He was fifteen when he watched his godfather die before him, and blamed himself for it. He was fourteen when he watched Cedric Diggory die at the hand of Voldemort. He was twelve when he had to fight a basilisk and Tom Riddle single-handedly while trying to save himself and eleven-year-old Ginny Weasley. He was eleven and having to find and protect the Philosopher's Stone, the first 'test' of many. He was a child battling an adult's war, with no choice in the matter.

Dumbledore manipulated them all, so he could get children to fight his battles for him.

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