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saintsenara · 9 months

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rare pair tag game

thanks for the tag, @said-snape-softly :)

i'm pretty sure everyone has done this by now, but if you'd like to, please consider this a blanket tag.

apart from all the tomarry and the odd dabble in remadora, i am a rare-pair enthusiast, so i am delighted to spread some propaganda here... the criterion i've used for a rare-pair is less than 2500 works on ao3.

pairs, little metas, fic recommendations, and some suggestions for authors to follow under the cut.

sirius black/severus snape

why i ship it:

this one can just about claim to be a rare-pair.

sirius and severus are narrative mirrors, whose complicated relationship to themselves and to each other is crucial for driving several of the most important arcs in the series.

in particular, sirius - constantly haunted by guilt and grief over his role in the death of the man he loved [you can decide if his love for james is platonic or not, but i definitely think the text thinks it isn't...], trapped in his childhood home, unable to have his real loyalties acknowledged before his death by the fact he's on the run - leads harry through his journey in hero-worshipping, then being disappointed in, then forgiving james. and then promptly dies.

this is one of harry's most significant areas of personal growth - it begins to chip away at his rather black-and-white morality, which is finally destroyed by his ability to confront the complexity of dumbledore in deathly hallows - but it is also key narratively: harry coming to understand james starts to hint to the reader that it is lily - otherwise absent from her son's conception of himself - who is the key to the mystery...

which brings us to severus - constantly haunted by guilt and grief over his role in the death of the woman he loved, trapped in his childhood home, unable to have his real loyalties acknowledged before his death by the fact he's a spy - who gives harry, and us, the final piece of the puzzle. and then promptly dies.

put them together, though? well, you get the delicious tension of two fundamentally broken people - who cannot comprehend the possibility of their own redemption - bound to each other. can they forgive each other and themselves? is it a disaster? the story can go either way.

and even in fluff there is so much potential for d r a m a between sirius' recklessness and severus' cunning, sirius' emotional control and severus' temper, the fact that sirius is canonically hot and severus is canonically not, how they react to harry and draco [i don't usually accept the fanon that severus is his godfather, except when it means snack can be fighting about it], and so on.

and i'm a sucker for two bitter old men getting a happy ending. sue me.

want to give it a read?

if you trust nothing else i say in my life [and why should you] you can trust this - second life by nwhiker and cassandra7 is one of the greatest pieces of writing i have ever seen, not only in this pairing but in this fandom full stop. it's a profound and solemn meditation on loving and grieving, choice and chance, and the great pain caused by the divide between the magical and the muggle worlds.

then, for gorgeous angst with a happy ending - two boys kissing by @writcraft and the merit in trying by brightened

albus dumbledore/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

the facetious answer is because they wouldn't be so obsessed with each other if there wasn't some sexual tension underneath it.

the facetious and nsfw answer is because it appeals to the part of me whose favourite book aged 11 was lolita

the serious answer is that they should be horrifying together: they're both liars; both incredibly self-righteous; both living behind masks which conceal their true emotions and motivations; dumbledore took one look at tom as an eleven-year-old, said "he reminds me of gellert", and then did nothing about it; tom thinks dumbledore's a hypocrite and is right, although not for the reasons he thinks; there is a colossal age gap; there is virtually no scenario in any timeline where they could be openly in a relationship unless one of them is concealing his identity; and - really, this seems quite minor in the grand scheme of things - they are constantly trying to destroy each other.

but.

intellectually, they are the only two characters in the series who could be the other's equal - i'm sure that violent arguments about the twelve uses of dragon's blood trigger the majority of their sexual encounters, and a man who's passionate about your research is hot.

if either of them ever fancy being honest - so, no - there is a shared cavernous [although, in tom's case, unacknowledged] grief in their lives which has shaped their not-as-divergent-as-the-text-thinks-they-are views on death, love, duty and so on. their active refusal to understand each other [i.e. dumbledore entirely misreading voldemort's motivations in the job interview scene] and commitment to constantly underestimating each other [i.e. voldemort bouncing around like an idiot in the chamber of secrets instead of using his brain and remembering what a phoenix is] could, in time, lead to something almost resembling acceptance. i mean, just imagine the hurt/comfort sex which happens when voldemort finds out about grindledore.

the way dumbledore describes the young riddle - "self-sufficient, secretive, and, apparently, friendless" - is also an exact description of him. that each sees himself in the other canonically drives their hatred of each other, but it could also appeal to two very vain men in a much racier way. after all, who doesn't want to bang their narrative mirror?

and being an orphan probably doesn't seem so bad when you realise your boyfriend's family is aberforth.

want to give it a read?

i can't recommend concordance by @laeveteinn enough, particularly for one of the best-written dumbledores i've ever seen. i find dumbledore is often written either as far more whimsical than i'd like, or far more fiery and radical [when one of his most interesting personality traits in canon is his tendency towards inaction], but this dumbledore is the perfect balance of contradictions, while tom is his canonical feral self, longing to perceived, rather than the emotionless sociopath of so many other stories.

i also recommend as an entire ocean in a drop by eldritcher, which really leans into just how similar these two are underneath all the artifice.

albus dumbledore/severus snape

why i ship it:

well, we've had dumbledore with one lost boy, let's have him with another [i haven't been brave enough to venture into dumbledore/harry yet, but i'll take recommendations...]

as with riddledore, we have the potential for horror here: a vast power imbalance; enormous age gap; the fact dumbledore sends snape out to potentially die every time he goes off to voldemort; and - this is the crucial one - the fact that dumbledore's recognition of himself in snape is pure self-loathing ["you disgust me"] manifested in punishment [allowing snape to be humiliated in front of fudge, not stopping the presumed-to-be-real moody searching his office, making him give harry occlumency lessons, not letting him teach defence against the dark arts].

but then this stops, when snape does the tremendously brave thing of agreeing to kill dumbledore, and their dynamic equalises, as dumbledore recognises that snape is courageous, steadfast, and redeemed. i'm always struck in half-blood prince by the fact that dumbledore has it with harry's sniping about snape and straight-up tells him to shut up, as well as by the fact that he very nearly gives the game away and confesses why snape switched sides [the thing he promised not to do] when harry finds out it was snape who gave voldemort the prophecy.

and within this equalised dynamic - so this hot geriatric sex is happening in the afterlife, i guess - we have two men who are intellectual close-to-equals, who understand grief and guilt, whose aesthetic senses are charmingly mismatched, who are rarely honest but might be for each other, and who have lots of profound similarities which might lead somewhere...

want to give it a read?

cheerfully disregarding everything i've just said about how snumbledore could work, i highly recommend in infinite remorse of soul by @perverse-idyll, which is a chilling look at how dumbledore uses the power imbalance between the two to assuage his own guilt through snape's humiliation.

for something much more wholesome, i'm a big fan of byzantium by eldritcher

petunia dursley/severus snape

why i ship it:

because vernon is a dick.

i'm fond of petunia, who i think is one of the most interesting characters in the series because of how full of contradictions she is, and who i think is also a victim in fandom spaces of how the adult cast was aged up for the films [in canon, she's only in her early twenties when lily dies, and the implication is that vernon is a good deal older than her)] which makes her inadequacies, such as her inability to truly care for either child in the household, seem much more nuanced than they do if she's pictured as a middle-aged woman with considerable life experience.

like snape, she teeters on a knife edge between various chasms: she is a working-class girl from the midlands made good in middle-class surrey, he is a working-class half-blood boy who spends most of his life in pureblood circles; she ends up with her whole life wrapped up in a square little house when she's barely out of her teens, he ends up with his whole life wrapped up in spying at the same age; she hates the wizarding world and yet covets it, he hates the muggle world and yet cannot escape it; she loves lily and she hates her and she loathes her for dying, he... well, you know the rest.

want to give it a read?

i was first convinced by this pairing by the lovely regretfully yours by @maria-de-salinas, which takes both snape and petunia's awkwardness and bitterness and moulds it into something really tender.

i also highly recommend barking at the moon by rinsbane, the summary of which speaks for itself.

merope gaunt/tom riddle sr.

why i ship it:

our first canon pairing, and probably the most problematic of the canon relationships, since the series never acknowledges that tom sr. is a rape victim.

but i have found myself recently in my merope era and, in particular, in an attempt to give her more nuance than she gets in canon. as i've said to anyone who'll listen in the three broomsticks discord server, i loathe the implication in canon that merope dies because she just cba to live [since it directly justifies voldemort's belief that her death was shameful] and prefer to see her as someone who was desperate to escape a truly horrifying life [the fact she's going to be forced into an incestuous relationship with morfin is right there in canon...] and so did something she didn't have the capacity to understand the implications of [this is not a woman who's ever heard of consent] because she thought it would give her the first chance to be happy in her life, watched it all crash and burn around her, and would have very much liked to have lived to raise her son.

i doubt there was anything real or tender in her relationship with tom sr., of course, and his escape - while merely a brief stay of execution from his son's perspective - is tremendously brave. it's impossible to write tom/merope fluff [although i respect you if you're inclined to try] but fanfiction gives a space to explore the intricacies of their relationship which canon doesn't allow, and i'm obsessed.

want to give it a read?

i'm recommending myself here, and assuring you that you will enjoy: enchanter's nightshade, which explores how merope's attempts to keep her husband enslaved fail; the snow child, which treats the relationship as folk-horror; and the shack at the end of the lane, in which there is redemption, in the end.

the best exploration of tom sr. dealing with the fallout of the relationship is @phantomato's exquisite ganymede, which feels so truly embodied that you can't pull yourself away from the page.

bellatrix lestrange/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

our second canon pairing, i am obsessed with these two and the tragedy and - to some extent - tenderness bound up in their relationship [which can be proven to be there because noted softy @whinlatter loves them].

i've written before about my conviction - in contrast to a lot of bellatrix fans - that her relationship with rodolphus is utterly miserable, and that voldemort is the only man in her life who can understand her desire to make a life for herself which is not constrained by the gendered expectations of her social class.

obviously, lord voldemort is not a shining paragon of a boyfriend [and he is an awful choice as a baby daddy, bella, get it together], but i think the enormous power imbalance is perhaps slightly less enormous than is sometimes assumed - certainly, she tells him to his face in half-blood prince that he's wrong to trust snape [she's a clever woman], voldemort never physically punishes her for anything [rip to lucius malfoy, who seems to get picked for this in her stead], and voldemort tolerates a surprising amount of nonsense from her which shatters his mystique.

all of which is to say... the scream when she dies isn't just because he's losing the war.

want to give it a read?

tee hee, i'm recommending myself again, and encouraging you to take a look at: atramentum, bellamort's last afternoon together before voldemort goes to the potters; nor all that glisters gold, bellatrix's life - including her relationship with voldemort - through sirius' eyes; and death (eaters) in paradise, because murderous psychopaths deserve crack fics too.

draco malfoy/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

because the ship name is taco.

these two are a pairing which i enjoy with my tongue firmly in my cheek [and tom's tongue firmly in draco's], as i do with most other things in which draco is a main character [do i want to read drarry angst? no! do i want to chuckle? absolutely!], although this should not be taken as saying that many of taco's fabulous authors don't manage to make the pairing entirely plausible.

in fact, consensual taco [non-con is, of course, its own beast] often has some of the best characterisation of both tom [fretful, mercurial, stubborn, and nowhere near as charming as he thinks he is] and draco [prissy, a very good judge of character, someone who likes being taken care of, and much braver than he appears if he absolutely has to be] i've seen in the fandom, largely because - unlike other voldemort-centric ships [especially tomarry, but also voldemort + any of the adult death eaters] - there's no sense of inevitability there. these two aren't connected by a shared bit of soul, or a prophecy, or having gone to school together, or having been hooked in by voldemort in the first war when he was unassailable.

they have to choose each other. or, more accurately, draco has to choose tom, and tom has to get chosen.

and the results have me entertained.

want to give it a read?

then you will want to have a look at the travelling cabinet by @the-paper-monkey [and its sequel, bluebeard], truly the gold standard of taco content with an absolutely brilliant draco, whose sheer capacity to cling on and make himself an irremovable part of tom's life may just end up changing the course of history.

narcissa malfoy/severus snape

why i ship it:

because i am in deep with the conspiracy theory that it's canon. i am absolutely certain that narcissa is the person that voldemort is referring to at the end of deathly hallows - "he desired her, that was all, but when she had gone, he agreed that there were other women, and of purer blood, worthier of him". it seems highly unlikely to me that the canonical voldemort would give a shit about snape fancying any random pureblood [although the snapemort version is, naturally, hugely jealous], but snape having had some sort of liaison with narcissa, and the ability knowing this gives voldemort to humiliate snape, narcissa, the memory of lily, bellatrix, lucius, and draco is definitely information he would go out of his way to remember...

plus, how do you know where he lives, babe? v suspicious.

want to give it a read?

if you want some fluff, you will very much enjoy the incredibly sweet the reformed man by gingertart50, which features narcissa nursing snape back to health post-nagini and is a favourite re-read for me when i'm drunk and it's christmas.

if you want some very-much-not-fluff, other women and of purer blood by yours truly will scratch the itch...

minerva mcgonagall/severus snape

why i ship it:

because i'm an equal-opportunity age-gap fan, and there is far too little older woman/younger man in the fandom.

and look, i'll admit it, i'm a fan of the fanon that snape and mcgonagall are friends prior to dumbledore's death - i'm not sure it's canonically plausible, but this sign can't stop me because i can't read - and i like the idea of that blossoming into something more, especially in fics where snape survives the second war. after all, he is a man who definitely needs to be treated quite strictly [and i don't just mean in the staff room], there is a shared loneliness and grief to them both, they're intellectual equals despite the age gap, and bickering about quidditch is absolutely fine as a method of foreplay.

plus, you can't tell me dumbledore's portrait doesn't ship it.

want to give it a read?

for a fic which shows minerva at her acerbic - and yet still sensual - best, always but not necessarily forever by gingertart50 is an old, fluffy, and very funny, favourite.

for something much more bittersweet, that good night by kelly_chambliss has my heart.

severus snape/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

because voldemort is canonically down bad for it - there is no need to believe snape's ridiculous cover story for not attending his resurrection, to try and spare lily as a treat for his man, and to give him a nice, painful death which allows the narrative to move on and harry to defeat him if the dark lord isn't firmly in his simp era.

more seriously, they obviously have an enormous amount in common, particularly in terms of their backgrounds [harry draws a connection between all three of them, but actually the fact that harry is rich in the wizarding world, not a slytherin, and with a muggle mother, therefore giving him a pureblood name, means he can't relate to the post-childhood experience of both halves of snapemort].

as a result, i think snape is the death eater who comes the closest to understanding voldemort's motivations - above all, the fact that he's not seeking an oligarchy, which the malfoys etc. obviously believe - while voldemort is someone snape feels understands his intellectual interests and his creativity.

want to give it a read?

boy, are you in luck, because i myself have a snapemort wip - scylla and charybdis. it is not wholesome.

tom riddle/myrtle warren

why i ship it:

because it started as crack and now i love them.

in particular, i just have so much respect for being incredibly annoying as a method of seduction, and i think myrtle's commitment to just following tom around chattering at him - and, therefore, without her realising it, preventing him from committing all sorts of crimes - is iconic.

want to give it a read?

then my unhinged rom-com - bookbinding - shall provide.

tom riddle | voldemort/ginny weasley

why i ship it:

because i enjoy seeing my dear friends who ship hinny shake and cry.

but also because ginny and tom have an enormous number of similarities, right down to the fact that they both have yew wands [if you're sick of people saying harry has an oedipus complex, you'll be delighted to be confronted with the mountain of evidence ginny reminds him of the villain who keeps trying to kill him instead].

they are both very good liars, quick thinking, remarkably resistant to shame, possessed of nerves of steel, predisposed to violence, brown-eyed, so hot they have harry gagged, and the profound enemy of someone whose surname is smith.

despite what he claims, tom was absolutely not just sat politely in that diary gritting his teeth while ginny complained about having second hand robes and idiot brothers. as he says, he opted "to start feeding [her] a few of my secrets", and i think it's justifiable from canon that they were at the very least half-truths [for example, i would not be shocked to discover he tells her he's a half-blood orphan brought up against his will in the muggle world - there's no other reason, i think, for him to successfully make her tell him these things about harry without it], which means that ginny has lots of lovely emotional leverage over him.

plus, as with tomarry, you have the element of "this is kind of inevitable" in the relationship, and the mysteries of fate are always sexy.

want to give it a read?

this is a tommary/hinny/tominny triad, but it has had me in a chokehold since the first time i read it - shameful company by merrivale, which, truly iconically, manages to be epilogue compliant.

#asenora fic recs #rare pair tag game #starprince #snirius #snack hp #riddledore #snumbledore #petunia dursley x severus snape #merope gaunt x tom riddle sr #bellamort #tom riddle x draco malfoy #snarcissa #minerva mcgonagall x severus snape #snapemort #tom riddle x myrtle warren #tom riddle x ginny weasley #lots to read

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blankdblank · 1 year

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Protego Masterlist

(Expanded my prologue for my Anaticula story to focus on the Maruaders era.)

This is a tale of three sisters.

A tale of two cousins.

Remus has a tail too, secretly so do three of his friends.

Jewels can sprout a beak.

Minerva can grow whiskers.

So, really, if you’ve got fur or feathers Hogwarts is the school for you!

The kids had to learn it all from somewhere. Even the most stoic of adults bears a colorful past all their own.

…

On ao3

Ch 1 - Origin of Magic - Ch 2 - Introductions -

Ch 3 - Half - Ch 4 - Snakes and the Stage -

Ch 5 - Theater - Ch 6 - Riddle Family Massacre -

Ch 7 - Back to School - Ch 8 - Unknown -

Ch 9 - Gringotts in the Summertime - Ch 10 - No Apologies -

Ch 11 - Practice - Ch 12 - Vault of Ice - Ch 13 - OWLS & Tada -

Ch 14 - Dreams - Ch 15 - April Fools -

*.*.*

On tumblr version :

Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - Ch 5 - Ch 6 - Ch 7 - Ch 8 - Ch 9 - Ch 10 - Ch 11 - Ch 12 - Ch 13 - Ch 14 - Ch 15

Continued in Anaticula - Masterlist here

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halfblood-princes-crown · 2 years

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My petty ass want lily to absolutely hate Severus’s and petunia’s relationship, cuz they’re relationship would’ve definitely lasted longer

Lily being jealous of petunia>>>>>

We can be petty together because YES

What if Lily got with James to make Sev jealous and didn’t expect him to get over her

And then when she found out that he opted for the older sister she was like

And was salty asf about it

#severus snape #pro severus snape #snetunia #snape x petunia #anti lily evans

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readingisloving · 1 month

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Ongoing

“It’s 1976,” Petunia breathed as she brushed a finger at the date on the Woman’s Own magazine. "It’s 1976, a good 15 years before I was even conceived. I’m in the London Hospital, an ocean away from where I was born. And my soul is in the body of a woman named Petunia Evans. Does that mean Petunia’s soul is in my body? Or is she dormant, sleeping, inside this one?" A shiver of terror ran through her. "Or is she dead?"

Petunia Evans was her name now. And she had a sister that needed saving, and a future nephew that needed spoiling. Hopefully she could create a timeline which consisted of both?

#EmpressOfMaladies #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #oc #original character #petunia evans #severus snape #severus x oc #severus x petunia #hp fic

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hprecfest · 4 months

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DAY 28 RECS FROM DREAMWIDTH & ELSEWHERE

(These are the) Days of our Lives (17,785 words) by Lexin

Harry Potter/Severus Snape ||

Harry Evans thinks he has problems. He is wrong; until now, he's only had normal teenage angst. Other notes: The exact point where this AU diverged from the book universe may not be immediately apparent.

Every Saint Is An Accident (13,711 words) by TeddyRadiator

Petunia Evans Dursley/Severus Snape ||

Petunia Evans saw her sister as the the symbol of perfection she could never attain. Severus Snape saw her as the ultimate woman he could never win. They saw one another as the ultimate revenge for what they could never have.

Hyacinth Wild (5,403 words) by danpuff

Harry Potter/Severus Snape ||

Neville brings sex pollen to a inter-House party, and Harry wakes up in Professor Snape's bed.

Blink and You'll Miss It (2,035 words) by zalil

Harry Potter/Severus Snape ||

After the war, Harry is friendlier towards Severus, suspiciously friendly, in fact. Severus sees an opportunity and takes it.

#day 28 #hprecfest2023 #non-tumblr recs #ship: harry x severus #ship: petunia x severus #character: harry potter #character: severus snape #character: petunia evans dursley

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cerieluniverse · 9 months

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La vida rara vez da segundas oportunidades, y Petunia Evans jamas se habria creido merecedora a una de esas. Pero ahora, en la flor de su juventud nuevamente tendrá que ver cómo arreglárselas con los TIMOS acechando, embarcándose en una carrera contra el tiempo para salvar la vida de su hermana y, por fin, el destino del mundo mágico. Sin embargo, este también le juega en contra una carta difícil de ignorar: Se verá obligada a soportar la compañía del "encantador" Sirius Black, a quien deberá darle tutorías si quiere descubrir las respuestas que tanto anhela. Entre lecciones llenas de tensión y encuentros desafiantes, Petunia se adentrará en un mundo de secretos, redescubriendo algo que ya estaba dentro de su corazón.

¡Pruébalo y usa un traductor, por favor! :)

#harry potter #fanfic #ao3 #lily evans #petunia evans #remus lupin #severus snape #sirius black fic #sirius x petunia #hogwarts au #hogwarts oc #magic petunia evans #narcisa malfoy #oc #voldemort #lord voldemort #merodeadores #the maraunders map #marauders

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gabriellewebb · 2 years

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The Animagus Bride - V

Previous chapter: IV

This fic contains mature content, don’t read if you are under 18.

V – All things must pass

May 10, 1982

Sirius woke up with the brightness of the sunshine rays of early morning hitting his eyelids. His body sated and rested for the first time of what felt like ages. He finally slept like a baby and without any of his recurrent nightmares —not only the ones related with Azkaban but also with James, who frequently appeared to remind him of his own stupidity. Sirius preferred the bad dreams where he was about to receive the kiss of a Dementor rather than seeing James curse and blame him for everything that happened. He was a free man in flesh though still trapped inside his mind, being eaten alive by guilt on a daily basis.

All the bad thoughts of his mind suddenly vanished as he looked down and found a goddess entangled on his body, the face of his gorgeous wife pressed against his chest. Sirius felt a warm feeling spreading over his heart that made him want to laugh out loud like a madman. Instead, he ran his fingers through Titania's silky dark locks, now long like the first day they met at the Hogwarts Express, both just kids at the time and about to begin their first year at Hogwarts.

She was wearing only a thin night robe that at least would be easy enough to peel off of her body. His morning would have been truly a perfect day if Titania had nothing to cover her nakedness, but the way it was now was still better than anything he could ever wish for, right? At least the chemistry they had in bed was good enough to give him hope that their marriage could actually work for real.

It only took a few lazy kisses well placed on that beautiful neck of hers for Titania to stir in bed, soon waking up all wet and ready for him.

The gods were finally smiling upon Sirius Black.

Regulus took care of everything at the Ministry and an owl arrived that same morning carrying the permission that gave Harry's custody, allowing them to take him from the place he currently lived with his relatives. His brother would also deal with the fact that Albus Dumbledore was currently in possession of a few things inherit by Harry, like the key to his vault at Gringotts and James' invisibility cloak.

Sirius was preparing the flying motorcycle that Hagrid brought back so they could take his godson. Titania stared the vehicle with a frown, as if unsure about the safety of riding it. Sirius wanted to tranquilize his wife and gently put a lock of her hair behind her ear.

She slapped his hand. "Stop it!" She hissed and Sirius just stared at her with raised eyebrows. "Don't think you can touch me whenever you want just because I let you fuck me more than was needed for. This mistake won't happen again!"

"So cold," Sirius masked his surprise with her reaction in a mischievous grin. "Who sees you acting like this would never believe how easily I make you melt," He teased.

"You'd better shut this mouth of yours," She seethed. "I was just drunk,"

Sirius scoffed. "Were you drunk this morning too?" Titania sneered, her face in a bright tone of pink. She was livid and Sirius lifted his arms in mocking surrender, breathing out a laugh. "Okay, okay, I'll stop talking. Don't want to piss off my lovely wife!"

"Let me make something very clear as you might be too dense to realize a few things on your own," She drawled in an icy tone. "As I said before, I was drunk yesterday and this morning you just caught me off guard," She had a mask of cold indifference betrayed completely by the flush on her face and neck. "I won't allow the same mistake to happen anymore, I'll sleep in Harry's room from now on, so don't fool yourself thinking that we will ever share a bed again...this morning was the last time we had sex together,"

Sirius crossed his arms with a frown, his blood pumping hot in anger seeing Titania pushing him away after the special moments they had and couldn't control his tongue. "Oh, I've heard this before," He forced a smirk. "You enjoyed quite a lot all of our 'last times', right? You just can't endure me enough, can you?"

He realized his mistake when for a fraction of seconds a hurt expression appeared on Titania's face. She huffed in irritation and seated herself on the sidecar of his motorbike, her arms crossed and jaw clenched, averting her gaze from his. Sirius cursed himself inwardly, knowing how proud she was and how foolish it was confronting her directly. He wanted the witch on his bed again and not only to fuck her senseless, actually finding himself wanting a happy marriage more than anything, specially right now when they were about to take his godson to live with them. To make Titania receptive to his affections, he couldn't keep on pushing her buttons or enraging her. No matter how much he wanted to be close with her or to touch her, the best course of action was to give her space, he had to control his impulsiveness if he truly wanted that new dream to come true.

"Sorry," He muttered to her before they took their leave. "Don't worry, I won't talk about it anymore,"

As soon as they arrived at the street where the Dursleys' house was located, Titania felt a small relief from coming out that horrid enchanted vehicle of his. She never rode a motorcycle before and the first time had to be with one that could fly! And she knew that shitty day of hers was far from finishing yet.

He parked the motorbike at the end of the street to avoid unwanted attention. When they were in front of the number 4 of Privet Drive, Titania turned on her heels.

"Can you stay outside?" She looked up at Sirius, who narrowed his eyes at her. "Please?" She added, tense.

"Why?" He asked with a frown.

"Petunia can be difficult," Titania said sincerely without mentioning she was pretty sure her husband could be the same or even worse. "Let me deal with her," His stay in Azkaban was still recent and she was afraid that he could be too unstable to deal with whatever they could find inside Petunia's house. It could be problematic if Sirius lost control and attacked the muggles. Even in his best days he always had a problem to keep his temper on check.

He scratched his beard considering her request for a few seconds. "Fine," He said gruffly and gave a step back, watching her from the front garden.

Titania inhaled deeply before ringing the bell. Her heart clenched in anticipation, hoping that her intuition was wrong about the way Petunia was treating Harry.

Petunia opened the door and couldn't hide her astonishment seeing the witch. "Titania?"

She didn't wait for an invitation and entered the house as she handed a paper to Petunia who continued staring her as if seeing a ghost. "I'm here to take Harry, I'm his official guardian now," Titania ran her gaze through the house, noticing a big man sending her hostile looks and a chubby baby laughing in front of a TV. Probably Petunia's son. "Where is him?"

Petunia read quickly the letter and indicated a door under the stairs, still in shock from the unexpected visit.

Titania opened the door and there was a baby sitting down on a crib in the dark room, quietly watching her with wary eyes. Lily's green eyes. Her chest aching in pain as she felt the sting of tears burning at the back of her eyes. She refused to let herself cry in front of despicable muggles and steeled her heart as better as she could at the moment.

"A cupboard, Petunia?" Titania took the baby protectively on her arms and stared back at the tall woman. "You put Lily's son inside a cupboard??" She seethed in fury. It could be actually worse, but it was cruel anyway to isolate a toddler like that, alone in the darkness while there was another baby in the house who seemed pretty happy and well cared for. She checked Harry quickly to see the condition of his diapers and at least he was clean though his clothes were slightly oversized and obviously second-handed. She didn't notice any toys and just wanted to take him far away from that horrid place.

Petunia lifted her chin proudly with a sneer. "It's more than a freak like him deserves," A freak? "Be grateful I didn't shove this aberration inside an orphanage,"

Titania felt at loss of words about what she just heard coming from Petunia’s mouth, though not remotely surprised by the statement. Rage coiled inside her body. "How dare you mistreat Lily's son like this? If the tables were turned you know she would care for your baby as if her own,"

Petunia's pride looked hurt for a brief moment, her husband now standing from his chair and moving towards them menacingly. Harry's body tensed and he hid his face on the crook of her neck with a shiver as soon as the man shouted. "Who do you think you are to enter in MY house and speak to MY wife like that?"

Titania held the baby tightly and was prepared to use her wand as a bulky and taller figure appeared in front of her in the blink of an eye. "Speak to MY wife like that again and we'll see what will be left of you!" Sirius shouted back and Titania couldn't help but feel touched by the way he defended her.

The face of Petunia's husband turned into a furious red as if he was about to explode. He didn't recoil from Sirius and only stopped when Petunia intervened putting a hand on his chest. "You can't use magic against us, or I'll tell Dumbledore!" She said firmly, her nose raised defiantly.

Sirius scoffed. "Oh, I'm not considering using magic. I want to break the teeth of this pig with my bare fists," He snarled and Titania felt her face flush watching Sirius so enraged on her behalf. Though Harry was visibly scared from the loud voices, his tiny hands tugging on her clothes and still burying his face against her neck as if trying to disappear from there. Sirius was about to advance towards the big muggle when Titania took him by his wrist and dragged him back to her side. She felt like taking a huge dog by the leash so he wouldn't attack another dog who was barking at him, Petunia in a way mirroring her actions. Her husband didn't look afraid of magic, but Tuney knew better and wouldn't risk the safety of her family. Titania could hear the giggles of the other baby so drawn watching his cartoons that he seemed completely obtuse about the situation developing in his home.

"Let them be, Vernon. They're here to take Harry and I don't want that abomination another minute near my Diddykins," Petunia spoke with a tone of urgency in her voice.

A second of death silence dragged in the air before Sirius' voice exploded. "ABOMINATION???"

Sirius advanced and Titania had to use magic to drag him away from the muggles. His voice resonating loudly. "Release me, Titania, I'm gonna fucking kill these muggles!" Sirius was so furious that even without using his wand, his raw magic was fighting against hers and she was struggling to keep him on check at the same time she held a frightened baby. Sweat formed at her forehead as she moved towards the door, dragging him with difficulty.

Instead of feeling afraid, Petunia observed Titania with amusement in her face. The muggle straightened her back, confident. "You've married such a brute, Tany," She opened a devilish smile. "It makes me remember your mother, it seems the apple doesn't fall far off from the tree,"

Her comment hurt as if an arrow pierced Titania through her heart. This time she couldn't contain her tears, so she turned her back to Petunia and sniffed as she released Sirius from the spell containing him, without caring anymore about the consequences. She stormed out towards the door carrying the baby with her, walking as fast as she could towards Sirius' motorbike.

She caressed gently the back of Harry's head, soothingly. "Don't worry, Harry, everything will get better from now on, I promise," She felt calmer when he relaxed a little after hearing her words.

Sirius trailed behind her just a few seconds later. Titania was still holding Harry in a way that he couldn't see her face, patting gently his back as she schooled herself to stop her tears.

"You okay?" Sirius asked with a concerned expression.

Titania averted her eyes, ignoring him. She dried her face with the back of her hand and positioned Harry on her arms to look at him. She had to use every ounce of will power to not start crying again as Lily's eyes stared her back. "Here, Harry, why don't you say hi to your godfather?" Harry turned his head sheepishly to glance at the wizard in front of them and quickly hid his face in Titania’s hair. She insisted, giving the baby for Sirius to hold.

Harry started crying trying to reach her back with his tiny arms but Sirius didn't give him back, he hold him in front of his face and smiled. "Hey, Harry, it's me!"

Harry cried louder and started struggling, fighting his was back to Titania, his eyes screwed shut. A confused expression crossed Sirius' features until a realization struck Titania.

"I think is the beard," Titania said more to herself and with a wave of her wand she made the facial hair disappear from Sirius' face. "There, Harry, look at him," She said with a soothing voice, caressing Harry's back. He obeyed and opened his eyes. It only took him a second to recognize Sirius and he happy giggled at him.

"Padfoot!" He called in a sweet voice making Sirius chuckle. He leaned down to kiss Harry's cheek. The boy giggled louder and gave his godfather a tight hug, as much as his size permitted.

Titania found herself smirking as she watched the interaction between them. Lily's baby finally showing signs of true happiness all over his face. She wished that one day the baby would display such affection towards her as well, because she already loved Harry Potter with all her being and wanted to be loved back by him as well.

Sirius turned his face to her with a smile and pointed his finger in her direction to draw the baby's attention."See this beautiful witch, Harry?" The baby opened a shy smile at her and Sirius gave a peck on his cheek. "She's my wife, you'll live together with us,"

Then Harry turned his face to his godfather, a sad expression crossing his features. "Where's mummy and daddy?" He asked expectantly and Titania felt a cold hand clenching around her chest.

Sirius' face fell. "Sorry, pal," He swallowed thickly, clearly not knowing what else to say.

A sob broke from Harry's throat and at the same time Titania's heart broke in pieces all over again. Sirius hugged Harry, trying to soothe him with gentle words while patting his back. The baby crying loudly, burying his face against the wizard's neck.

The only reaction Titania could muster was to lift a few privacy spells around them, feeling her own cheeks hot and wet with fat tears. She did her best to cry as silently as she could, but Sirius noticed nonetheless and dragged her towards him. He made Titania rest her head against his shoulder while he threaded his fingers gently over her long locks. Titania didn't offer resistance this time, allowing herself the closeness against him and Harry, resting a hand on Sirius' waist while caressing Harry's back.

As soon as she regained her composure and Harry calmed down a little, Titania took her distance and dried the tears on her face with the back of her hands. Sirius had a pained expression, his eyes closed shut while he lulled Harry, tears rolling from his face as well no matter how much he tried stop them.

Titania had no idea of how much Harry could understand about what happened to his parents or even if he witnessed something before they were killed. It's been hard for her as an adult to accept their deaths, for a child it possibly was even worse the acceptance that his parents would never come back.

When Harry finally stopped, Sirius dried his tears with the back of his knuckles and checked on Harry. He kissed the baby on his forehead and placed him on Titania's lap after she adjusted herself on the sidecar of the motorcycle. Titania felt so sad that she even forgot her fear to be on that horrid flying vehicle with a baby. It also helped that Sirius drove carefully in a low speed towards his house. Their house, Titania corrected her own thoughts.

#hp fanfic #the animagus bride #sirius x severus #female severus snape #rule 63 #baby harry potter #angst #petunia dursley #vernon dursley #hp au #marauders era #harry potter fanfiction #fanfiction #titania snape #snape x black #the noble and most ancient house of black #arranged marriage

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val-creative · 1 year

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Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing(s): Petunia Evans/Severus Snape

Rating: G

Summary: Petunia insists that Severus, the boy she loves, stays during her silly candle game.

#harry potter #petunia evans #young severus #severus snape #petunia dursley #pro severus snape #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfic #HP FIC #HP #severus x petunia #pro snape #snape fanfiction #snape fic

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pixiedustandpetrichor · 2 years

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Chapter 5!!!

#hp fanfic #jegulus #wolfstar #mary macdonald x lily evans #seven marauders #my writing #shameless advertising #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #lily evans #petunia evans #severus snape #regulus black #pandora lovegood #marauders era

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snetunia-snosier-lover · 10 months

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I made two videos using this template one of snily and the other of snetunia.

Here's the snetunia one💕 The one of snily is posted on tik tok, I haven't decided if I'll post this one there too but I may post the one of snily on my slyther-bi acct.

#snetunia #severus x petunia #petunia x severus #petunia evans #severus snape #hp #hp shit #hp shitpost #hp text post #my shit #shit post #capcut #my edit

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beachylupin · 9 months

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Harvest Moon || Remus Lupin x Muggle!Fem!Reader

it's finally here! here’s the moodboard to go with it! i worked far too hard on this so please let me know if you like it or if you want to see more of her! <3 to preface: this part takes place in roughly september :-) pt. 2 here word count: 4.6k warnings: mention of alcohol and cigarettes, maybe like two swear words, fluffy, some pining, quickly edited

You and Lily went to primary school together. Your mum and dad loved her like she was their own, and even though she had loving parents, she would often spend a lot of her evenings after school and summers at your house, evading Petunia’s constant need to bully her. The two of you were like sisters: sharing secrets, having constant sleepovers, playing pretend.

However, there was something different about her that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Petunia incessantly told you that Lily was a witch, but you didn’t believe her. Why would you believe someone who hated the girl that you loved so dearly? Lily wasn’t green or wicked, and she didn’t have a wart growing on the end of her nose. That’s all witches were to you back then, and Lily was the opposite. She was radiant and kind, like sunlight on a dark day. She was your best friend, not some evil hag.

It wasn’t until a giggling Lily appeared on your doorstep the July before you turned eleven.

“Look!” She said, shoving an odd letter into your hand. “It’s for a place called Hogwarts! Go on! Read it!”

She eagerly watched you read it out loud. “Dear Miss Evans. You have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” You couldn’t believe it. Lily, the radiant girl, was actually a witch. Petunia was right all along, and that September, Lily left to go to this magical school.

When Lily came home, she had befriended the greasy haired boy from down the street that you had only known as “snipe” from the kids at school, saying he looked close to the little bird that shared the name. You were willing to share her, seeing as he had no other options for friends, but he tried to take Lily away from you completely, saying she was his kind. Of course, Lily didn’t stand for this and split her time with the two of you equally.

As the years went on, the more you grew to dislike Severus. It was almost like he had a vendetta against you because you were Lily’s friend before she was his, or something like that. Whatever it was, you kept your head high whenever you saw him, ignoring his constant “filthy muggle” comments, and greeting him with a nice, “Hi, Severus! It’s so wonderful to see you again!”

His possessiveness didn’t seem to matter in the long run because Lily came back from her fifth year at this magical school gushing to you about some bloke named James. He was all she ever talked about. James, James, James.

“He’s annoying, and kind of a prick, but God, I just love looking at him…”

You felt like her real sister as you cursed Lily under your breath the entire way to the reception tent next to Potter Manor. She didn’t invite anyone else in your family to her wedding except you.

Sure, you were the only one to really know Lily, but a quick explanation, and your mum wouldn’t have asked any questions.

It wouldn’t have been that simple, you decided, when you saw the actual wedding. James and Lily took part in what the pixie-haired girl sitting next to you called the “Unbreakable Vow” in which they used wands to seal their promise to marriage. If one of them were to break this vow, they would die, the girl explained. It sounded intense, but as a hopeless romantic, it was one of the most beautiful sentiments of love you had ever seen.

Their vow keepers were the best man and maid of honor. The best man wore flamboyant plum dress robes with jewels adoring the lapels. He had shoulder-length, raven-colored hair and the biggest smile you had ever seen. He didn’t let the smile drop once. The maid of honor wore a pretty sapphire blue dress that complemented her skin tone very well. She wore her curls in a high bun, curly bangs framing her face.

James and Lily looked magnificent. James had on maroon dress robes that nearly matched his best man’s, but they were more humble with gold accents rather than the gaudy jewels the other man chose. Lily wore an ivory dress that flowed off her body like it was made of water. It had lace cap sleeves, and a bodice that contoured to her small shape. Every step she took, the ground blossomed with small lilies.

The more you looked around, the more you realized that everyone dressed insanely nice. You felt self conscious seeing that other people around went “all out” for this wedding: beautiful gowns and tea-length dresses of all colors of the rainbow, and the fanciest dress-robes you had ever seen adorned with silver, gold, and jewels. Obviously, you thought, they had gotten their clothes enchanted, seeing a special tailor to look as amazing as they did.

You got to work with Primark and Harrods, and since you didn’t have the luxury of getting something custom made by a literal wizard, you looked simple. You wore your hair down your back in loose waves, a plunging rose colored dress, and nude heels. In any wizard’s eyes, you’d look plain, unwilling to flaunt your nonexistent wealth through fancy clothes.

While the other people were nice and smiled widely at you as you walked past, you could tell that they knew you were different. It was in the hushing of their voices as you passed, and the way they looked at you like you had something growing out of the top of your head.

As far as you could tell, you were the only outsider in a sea of people that seemed to know each other. They all mingled, hugging and kissing each other like none of them expected this type of occasion, which baffled you.

Lily and James were made for one another. Even though James was quite literally Lily’s opposite, they worked. They fit together like two fiery puzzle pieces. You couldn’t see why anyone wouldn’t be expecting their wedding.

You self-consciously raked a hand through your hair, taking extra care to not snag any of it on your fingers, and looked at the table spots on the board next to the giant tent, desperately searching for your name. When you found it at table nine, you walked, head down, into the tent to sit down.

You took your seat in the nearly empty tent, pouring yourself a generous amount of the table wine, and drank it down. You sighed, taking a breath for what felt like the first time in an hour.

You wouldn’t necessarily consider yourself shy, but in this specific scenario, you felt yourself clamming up. These people, the party; it was all overwhelming. It was so different from the normal, non-magical life you were used to. You were normally willing to talk to just about anyone, but feeling underdressed at a huge wedding where you thought you were the only outsider left you feeling less than worthy.

You poured yourself another glass of wine and took a butter mint, popping it into your mouth. You sucked on it, looking around the slow-to-fill tent to catch a man glancing at you.

He was tall, lanky, and just so happened to be one of the most normally dressed people you had seen all evening. He wore a creamy brown sweater, with darker brown slacks, and a jacket that matched. From where you sat, you could see the faintest stubble on his cheeks and around his mouth. He was leaning on a cane, but didn’t seem to look any older than you since he had sandy brown hair that was long and swept off to the side with not a grey in sight.

A chill ran through you, and you looked away, feeling your face flush. He was handsome, and you decided then and there that at one point during this strange reception, you would talk to him. Needing the eventual confidence, you took another sip, glancing to see if he was still standing there, but he wasn’t.

“So you were the name I didn’t recognize,” said a voice from behind you, followed by a mention of your name.

“Oh!” You nearly jumped out of your skin, setting your wine down before you dropped it on your lap.

“I’m sorry, love! I didn’t mean to startle you!” He gushed, patting your shoulder as he pulled out the chair next to you to sit.

Embarrassed at the way his hand made your shoulder burn, you huffed, “You didn’t startle-”

You turned to look at him, your mouth turning bone dry despite the mint you had been sucking on.

It was the same man that had been staring at you before. Closer up, you could see that he had jagged white lines covering his face. A fresh scratch worked its way down his cheek, sure to leave a scar to match the rest of them. If you looked closer, you could see the tip of a wand sticking out of his jacket pocket. You were wrong.

You blinked, realizing you had been trying to figure out how to melt inside the chocolate that his eyes resembled. You swallowed the mint thickly. “Sorry, um-” you said sheepishly, tucking hair behind your pink-tipped ears. “What did you say your name was?”

You suddenly felt drunk, butterflies filling your belly with tenacity, but your mouth was so dry that you had to take another sip of wine before saying anything else.

“I didn’t,” he said, sitting. “I’m Remus.” He stuck his hand out to capture yours in his with a quick shake. Your eyes flicked to his hand, seeing if it was on fire. He was looking too, your gaze captured in the middle when you both looked up at each other. You pulled your hands away at the same time, Remus making himself busy by hanging his coat and cane on the back of his chair, a smile lingering on his lips.

You stared at the plate in front of you, trying to mentally blame your flush on the amount of wine you had already consumed. “Do uh- Do you know everyone here?” You asked, glancing at him.

Remus blew a puff of air out of his nose, amused as he looked around. “Just about everyone. You?”

“Nobody except for Lily,” you said, grabbing another buttermint to try and sate your dry mouth. “I mean, I know of James, but I spent every summer with Lily when she was home from school.”

“Oh?” Remus said, sitting straighter. He cleared his throat like had gotten something stuck. “Where did you go to school?”

“Saint Grogory’s,” you answered him. You tried to ignore that he was staring at his lap instead of you, his posture still stiff. “Now I work at a cafe while I’m going to the University of London to get my Master’s in English Literature.”

“You can just study that?” He asked quietly, looking at you. Your eyebrows raised with amusement, gathering that he didn’t know you knew about any of them. “Sorry, that’s a daft question,” he said, exasperated. “I mean, that’s really… Um- That’s really neat.” You didn’t say anything, deciding to let the poor wizard flounder. “I’d go to school for… For um… For maths, but I hate maths, so it wouldn’t really-”

“I know that I’m the only muggle here,” you said, eyebrows still raised as your mouth tugged into a smile. “It’d be very hard to think this was a normal muggle wedding. There are candles floating mid air. That doesn’t happen in the muggle world. You know that right?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Yeah.” He visibly relaxed, sending his gaze skyward as his ears started to burn red. “Here I was thinking that I was about to spoil everything.”

“Lily told me the day she got the letter,” you said, smirking as you nudged him. “I sure got you though.”

The heat from Remus’ ears made its way to his face, his cheeks turning crimson as he nodded, looking back at you.

“Wine?” You asked, filling his cup without a response. “How do you know Lily then?”

Remus took his glass before you overfilled it, taking a sip. “We went to school together.”

“Is that where everyone is from?” You asked, and he nodded.

“Mainly,” he said, looking around. “A few from-”

“There you are!” The best man shouted, slapping Remus on the back. He rested his bottom on the table next to his friend. He peered over to you, his grey eyes sparkling. “Magnificent wedding, isn’t it? I heard the house elves did a real bang-up job on the feast too.” He grabbed the near empty bottle of wine, pouring what was maybe a sip into the glass next of him. “Merlin, Moons, you finished it all yourself? Nervous about sitting next to a pretty bird?”

“Sorry, that was me,” you admitted, flushing when the raven-haired man looked back at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“No worries,” he said, waving his hand nonchalantly over the bottle. It filled instantly, and he took it, pouring more into his glass.

You blinked hard, staring at the wine bottle. Grabbing it, you peered inside to make sure it was real. “How’d you do that?”

“Do what?” He asked incredulously. “Do you not know that spell or something?”

Remus took the bottle from you, setting it in front of his friend. He introduced you to his friend, finishing with, “Sirius, this is Lily’s friend from home.”

Sirius paled. “Oh… Fuck.” His hands met his face as he muttered something about James being upset. He looked at you, his face still alarmingly pale as he started taking out his wand. “I’m so sorry, love. Just sit still, and I can help you forget-”

“I just didn’t know that you could do magic with your hands,” you said, still staring at the wine bottle. “I thought you always needed a wand.”

Sirius shook his head, the color slightly returning to his face as he deadpanned, “What?”

“She knows we’re all wizards, you plank,” Remus sighed, drinking his wine. “Put your wand away.”

Sirius breathed a sigh of relief, a smile breaking his face. “Oh, good! Brilliant! Ignore that comment then.” He pocketed his wand then turned to his friend. “Have you got a light and a ciggy?”

Remus huffed, patting the table in front of you. “Excuse us for just a moment, will you?” He grabbed his cane, slipped on his coat, and he and Sirius went off to smoke.

Sirius was right. Dinner was magnificent, as well at the people who sat with you. Remus was back in time to introduce you to them all. Frank and Alice, who said they were going to have the next wedding, were the same people you sat next to during the ceremony. Next to them sat Marlene and Dorcas. Marlene had a bright smile and a head full of white blonde hair that hardly ever left Dorcas’ tanned shoulder. On the other side of Frank sat Peter, who looked to be the youngest of the group with his baby-faced cheeks.

The wine was passed and refilled a few more times as the night went on, as well as special cocktails, feuling riveting conversations amongst the wizards and witches. You decided to listen, taking in everything the boys were talking about. From the legalization of recreational boomslang to the crackdown on broom riding. Eventually, their conversation hushed down to mumbles and whispers.

Dorcas, Marlene, and Alice, however, were busily chatting about her wedding and how excited she was to finally marry Frank. They eventually roped you in on their conversation, asking your opinion about what would be better: live unicorns or a toad choir. Of course, you chose unicorns which had the girls roaring in laughter.

By the time that James and Lily danced their first dance, you felt good, and that wasn’t including the way you brushed up against Remus’s side as you stood alongside your newfound friends.

“We’re gettin’ drinks then goin’ to dance,” you slurred, the butterflies reemerging as he looked at you. “You want me t’ grab you somethin’? ‘M gettin’ water.”

He shook his head, pushing himself up from the chair. “I’ll come with you.”

“You sure?” You asked, watching him grab his cane and coat and nod a goodbye to Frank and Peter. “‘S not a big deal f’ me-”

“I insist,” Remus said, walking past you, slightly turning over his shoulder. “Come on then.”

You caught up, trying not to stumble alongside him. Focused on him, the two of you walked straight past the drink table.

As if Remus could sense your reminder, he said, “I want to show you something quick,” and led you out of the tent into the dusky lawn.

You didn’t protest, rather you felt bad for him, his nose scrunching every time he took a step. You lightly hooked your arm in his, your hand resting on his bicep.

“You ‘right?” You asked, feeling dumb as the words left your mouth. “‘M sorry. That was rude.”

“It’s a valid question,” he reassured you with a soft nudge of his elbow. “Hip just acts up sometimes. I’ll live,” he said, glancing at you as you pressed your cheek against his arm. “Are you okay?”

You sighed. “Yeah.” You moved off his arm, rubbing the side of your face that touched him, praying there wasn’t a burn mark. “I think I overshot.”

“You were drinking a lot of wine,” he snorted, opening a large manor door for you. “Do you need some water?” You entered, and he followed you, offering you his arm again. “A sober up potion?”

“The latter,” you said, desperate to feel the burning in your hand again as you hooked onto him. “‘M gonna hurl if I drink anymore.”

“We don’t want that.” Remus led you down a long hallway in the expansive manor. Marble floors and large columns made up the hallway, breaking off into the entryway and the living room. The two of you passed the huge, bustling kitchen and came to a double door.

“Here,” Remus said, nudging the door open slightly. “You go wait in there while I go find that potion, alright love?”

You nodded and the corner of his mouth tugged into a half smile. You watched him, entering the door he had nudged open.

You could’ve dropped dead on the spot, and you would’ve died the happiest lady on the planet. Books covered the walls up to the ceilings, lit by the large moon as it rose over the manor.

You stepped closer to the shelves, tickling the spines when you noticed that they weren’t just books. There were books on runes, books with fur, and books that were quietly whispering.

You picked up a shiny book, cracking it open. While nothing popped out, the book began shouting. You screamed and quickly slammed it shut, putting it back. Your heart beat out of your chest as you picked up another one, finding ice cold air blowing out of it as soon as you opened it. The third book you picked up had a plaid spine, and looked safe. The cover read, “Frankenstein's Monster: Did It Actually Happen?” You held it to your chest and sighed, breathing in the dusty, papery scent.

You could live here, and nobody would know. You could nestle in amongst the shelves, hiding in the hole until all the books were read. Feeling drunk and overwhelmingly happy, you sighed again, closing your eyes as you plopped down on the sofa.

“Do you like it?” Remus asked from the door.

“I think I’m in love,” you replied dreamily, turning to look at him. “Has anyone read all of ‘em?”

“James said his dad was working through them,” he said, sitting down on the sofa. He handed you the potion. “I think he got about halfway through before he gave up.”

“God,” you said, looking around. “I’d try to read ‘em all.” You smelled the potion, instantly recoiling with a gag. “‘M not drinkin’ this.”

“It just smells bad,” he said, an amused smile gracing his face. “Drink it and you’ll feel better.”

You sighed, grumbled, “Fine,” and downed the potion like a shot.

Remus lied to you. It tasted just as bad as it smelled, but it worked. You felt all the drunkenness leave you like it was being siphoned out of your body. You sat up straighter, pushing your hair out of your face.

“Better?” Remus asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Much,” you said, smiling as you looked at him. “Thank you.”

Despite not being drunk, you still felt the butterflies in your stomach as he matched your toothy grin, glancing at the book in your hands. “Are you going to steal that?” He teased.

“I’d like to,” you admitted, reading the first page to yourself. “It’s the first book that hasn’t done something.”

“I’m sure Fleamont wouldn’t care,” he said, his fingers dancing against yours as he took the book from you, pocketing it in his coat. “I can hold onto it for now. Until you leave, of course.”

“I suppose I should probably get back and say goodbye to everyone,” you said, standing and smoothing out your dress over your thighs. “The last bus leaves in an hour, and I still have to see Lily.”

Quietly, Remus nodded, standing alongside you. He offered you his arm again, and even though you weren't stumbling, you took his desperately, letting him lead you back out of the manor.

“Moon’s really big,” you said, looking up at the moon that shone orange in the sky. “Must be full.”

Remus winced, glancing at you to see if you noticed, finding you still staring. “There was a full harvest moon a few nights ago. If you look, you can see it waning.”

You narrowed your eyes trying to see what he was talking about. “Do you like the moon or something?”

“I-” He paused, catching you already looking up at him. “Sure.”

“I like the sun more,” you admitted, looking back at the moon. “The moon is fine, but without the sun, it’s just another dark rock.” You glanced at him to catch him staring at the moon, a grimace on his face.

Before you could say anything, a sharp squeal followed a flurry of red hair that was barreling toward you.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! I thought you left already!” Lily shouted, picking you up and spinning you around. She held you at arms length. “Look at you!”

“I wouldn’t have left without saying anything to my favorite girl!” You beamed, taking in your Lily. “You... you look radiant.”

“Oh, pish,” Lily said, waving her hand in the air. She looked at Remus, who was still staring at the sky as if to give you and Lily your space. “Hi, space man,” she cooed at him, causing Remus to look at her, a tight smile on his face. She reached up, squishing his cheek between her fingers. “I’m stealing her from you.”

“Be my guest,” he said, pulling cigarettes out of his pocket. “I’ll be in there in a minute,” he said more to you than to Lily.

“That’s a nasty habit, Lupin,” Lily sighed like she had said it about a million times.

“Really? That’s funny,” he said, lighting a cigarette and holding out the pack to the three other men coming toward him. “Seems as though the other Potter likes it.”

You smiled as Lily pulled you away toward the tent, grumbling about James being irresponsible and how she was going to have to have a little chat with him later.

“Oh, you love him,” you cooed, and Lily sighed heavily.

“Very much so.” She turned the two of you around, gazing at the group of four boys all smoking and chatting away. “I mean look at him,” she mumbled to you. “I just want to hit that cigarette out of his hand and scream at him until my throat bleeds, but God, I just want to kiss him until he chokes, and I love him, and I just wish I could-”

While Lily continued to tell you about all the things she loved about her new husband, you couldn’t help but to look at Remus whose face was pulled in a genuine smile as James and Sirius began loudly talking about God knows what. The way he threw his head back as he laughed had your cheeks flushing, and this time, you couldn’t blame the wine.

“He’s cute,” you blurted, sensing Lily following your gaze.

“Remus?” She asked, and you confirmed with a short nod.

“He took me into the library,” you said, looking at Lily. “He’s got a book in his pocket for me.”

“Really…” She said, sounding far off as she continued looking at the group of boys. “It makes a lot of sense…”

“What does?” You could hear your heartbeat in your ears watching the way she smiled, knowing she made eye contact with one of them.

“You and Remus,” she said, looking at you with the same smile. “You should give him your number.”

“Lily,” you groaned and she grabbed your arm, leaning in.

“He wouldn’t have looked over here at least four times if he didn’t want it,” she whispered, a fiery look in her eye when you began to protest with pink cheeks. “He lives in muggle London. He owns a phone.”

You huffed. “Fine.”

Lily’s smize turned giddy as she gave you a napkin, your number already written on it. “I’ve had this in my pocket since I saw you sitting next to him.”

“You’re a minx,” you hissed, taking the napkin. You checked your watch and sighed. “You planned this out so I couldn’t say no, didn’t you?”

The glint in Lily’s eye said it all as she threw her arms around you. “I’ll see you soon. I can come round your flat, and we can watch movies, and we can have a proper girl’s night, alright?”

You squeezed her tightly. “That sounds amazing, Lils. I love you.”

“Not as much as I love you!” She said, pulling away. A mischievous grin grew on her face as she pushed you forward. “Now go get ‘em, tiger!”

You stumbled forward, throwing Lily a scrunched nose over your shoulder. She met it with a thumbs up and a cheeky smile before James snuck up behind her, batting him away as he tried to kiss her.

You laughed to yourself, shaking your head. You could only hope to have a love like Lily and James one day.

The napkin in your hand grew increasingly damp the closer you got to Remus. He was still standing outside nursing a cider that one of his friends must’ve given him. You stepped outside of the tent, siding up to him.

“Hey, you!” Remus said, nudging you with his elbow. “Are you heading out?”

“I am!” You said, the napkin becoming damp in your hands. “Bus leaves soon, and I need to catch it before I’m stranded here.”

“Alright,” he said, grabbing the book from his pocket. “Here you are.”

You took it, smiling while you looked at it. “Thank you,” you mumbled.

The two of you became quiet, not knowing what to do next. A handshake would’ve been proper, you thought, considering you had just met him and he took you under his wing for the night.

You panicked and stuck out your napkin-filled hand without saying anything. He looked at you with furrowed brows then took your hand, the burning sensation filling you from the tips of your fingers straight to your chest.

“It was really nice to meet you, Remus,” you said, pulling away and leaving the napkin in his hand.

You turned around before he could say anything, head down as you walked quickly down the Manor drive, hoping the scorched feeling in your hands would never go away.

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Broken Souls - Severus Snape

Pairing: Severus Snape x Soulmate!Reader

When Harry Potter was four years old, Dudley Dursley demanded a sibling. A sister to be precise. Petunia and Vernon immediately fell in love with the idea of a daughter to spoil as much as their perfect son and headed off to the orphanage, Dudley in tow. And while Dudley got a new sister that day, Harry got a cousin that didn’t treat him like shit.

Then in one of life’s great ironies, shortly after your sixth birthday (which was the day before Harry’s) you proved to be just as much of a ‘freak’ as your cousin when Dudley wouldn’t stop picking on Harry. Your hands fisted at your sides and your brother found himself suddenly twenty feet away as you screamed at him to stop.

Of course, your new family refused to believe that you had been the cause and blamed poor Harry even when you told them it was you. When one too many unexplained things occurred when he wasn’t around, they were forced to admit the truth. You, their baby girl, their sissy, were a ‘freak’. When your so-called parents tried to treat you with the same level of love and affection they showed their nephew, Dudley forbade it. You were still his sissy even if you had caught Harry’s freakishness. And wasn’t that a fantastic theory? Harry was to blame for it all. As such, it only made sense that he pay the price for your freakishness.

It was no surprise then that by the time the two of you received your Hogwarts’ letters that Harry hated you almost as much as the rest of your family. All in all, it made life rather lonely. Even when you came to Hogwarts, Harry immediately became part of the trio while you remained a loner. Then in your second year Luna Lovegood joined you in Ravenclaw and the two of you became instant friends.

At the beginning of your fourth year, Harry had been particularly nasty to you one afternoon. His hatred of the fact you’d spent most of your summer with the Lovegoods’ seeping into his sharp words. As usual, you said nothing in response, simply standing there and taking his abuse. Suddenly, Harry’s tirade cut off and a heavy hand fell on your shoulder.

“Twenty-five points from Gryffindor for verbally attacking another student, Potter.” Professor Snape’s rumbling deep voice eased some of the tension from your shoulders. Potions was your favorite class and you’d always liked the prickly professor for some reason. “Fifteen more for your language.”

Harry glared and his mouth twisted as he prepared to argue, but Hermione tugging on his arm stopped him. Giving you one last nasty look, he turned and stomped away.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Thank you, professor.” Your voice was soft, barely there as you tried desperately not to give into the threatening tears.

He made a sound of agreement before squeezing your shoulder gently. “Come with me, Ms. Dursley.” He left his hand on your shoulder and steered you to his office in the dungeons. Once you’d made it inside, he led you to chair. “Sit. Are you comfortable with me shutting the door?”

You nodded your head. “Of course, professor.” Not only did you trust the man implicitly, there were wards on the castle that immediately alerted the headmaster if a student should be attacked. Not that they seemed to do much good half the time, you admitted to yourself.

As he took the seat behind his desk, a tea service appeared and he poured you a cup before passing it over for you to prepare it to your taste. “Now, explain to me, Ms. Dursley, where this animosity between you and Harry Potter comes from.”

That was the first of many meetings you would have with Severus Snape over the years. At first they were infrequent, once a month or so but by the time you returned to Hogwarts for your fifth year, it had become a weekly occurrence. Now you were three weeks into your final year and you were avoiding Severus like the plague. He was bound to notice, of course he was. He wasn’t an idiot. But you had no idea how to go about having the conversation you needed to have with him.

While your seventeenth birthday had brought the expected magical maturity, it had also brought an unexpected creature inheritance. It had taken the rest of the summer for you to learn how to hide your ears and tail. Just as you thought everything was going to be fine, school resumed and it took exactly one half of a potions class to realize Severus Snape was your mate. Merlin. Sometimes you swore Magic hated you.

He should have come to the same conclusion when you did, if not before, but he’d said nothing to you about it. Maybe he wanted to ignore it, to pretend you weren’t his mate. The thought hurt more than you thought it would.

You were cleaning up at the end of another potions lab when the professor passed by your desk. “Remain after class, Ms. Dursley.”

You sucked in a breath and his heady scent swamped your senses. “Of course, professor.”

Once the room emptied, Severus headed toward his office as he motioned you to follow. He didn’t spare a glance in your direction. You sat in your usual chair and watched him prepare your tea the way you liked it. It was only after he leaned back in his seat with his own cup that his gaze met yours.

“Now, why are you avoiding me?” That smooth, sultry voice wrapped around you offering a comfort you didn’t realize you needed.

You coughed a little on your drink and shook your head. Your cheeks heated as you denied his words. “I’m not.”

He snorted. “Bullocks.”

You crinkled your nose in distaste at the expression which made him smile ever so briefly. You sighed and sat your cup on the edge of his desk. “Do you really not know?”

His brows lifted at that. It was obvious he had no idea what you were referring to.

Your hands tangled together in your lap as you cleared your throat. You tore your gaze from him as you revealed your cat ears and tail. He came to stand beside you in the long stretch of silence that followed. “May I?” he asked quietly.

You nodded in agreement though you weren’t entirely sure what he was asking permission for. That question was answered when his long fingers ran over the tips of your ears. They twitched beneath his touch. In a swirl of robes, he was back in his seat and you risked a glance at him. There was nothing but curiosity in his gaze. You bit your lip, drawing his gaze before he met your eyes again.

“Neko?”

“Shadow neko,” you corrected.

He sucked in a breath in surprise. “Those are incredibly rare.”

The corner of your lips lifted slightly at the awed tone. “I’m aware.”

“What did Gringotts say?”

You leaned back in your seat and crossed your legs. This wasn’t a discussion you wished to have with him. With anyone. Eventually, yes, but not when you were still coming to grips with it yourself. “Those tests are incredibly expensive. Well beyond the ten pounds in my pocket.” The only way you had even been able to attend Hogwarts had been through their fund for indigent students.

His brow furrowed. “Why didn’t you say? I would have paid for it. You need only ask.”

Your cheeks heated again. “You know why.” You were too proud to beg or even ask for help from a friend. It was a trait shared with the professor so you knew he’d understand.

“Very well,” he agreed after a moment. “None of this explains why you are avoiding me, however.”

You took a deep breath and dug up the little Gryffindor bravado you kept buried under your Ravenclaw smarts. “You’re my mate.”

If you hadn’t been watching when you said the words you would have missed the brief flash of warm hope in his eyes. As fast as it came, it was gone to be replaced with cold hatred. Your chest grew tight and your stomach sank.

“Get out.” His voice was so soft you barely heard it.

Fear flooded through you. He couldn’t reject you. He just couldn’t. You had anticipated him being unhappy. After all, you were student even if you were of age. And you were just you. There was nothing special about you. But the two of you had the greatest conversations. You got along well. You had thought – hoped – he liked you at least a portion of how much you liked him.

“Sever—”

“It’s professor, Ms. Dursley. Now, get out.”

You were frozen in your shock. “But, professor, I don’t understand. Please.” You hated the plea in your voice, the tremor in your hands.

“I had a mate and lost her many years ago the same night your idiot cousin somehow survived.” He gave you a moment to process his words. It couldn’t be true. He was your mate. You knew he was. Your head spun in confusion.

He fisted his hands on the desk and pushed himself to his feet to scowl down at you. “I thought better of you than to resort to such cruelty. I am unsure what you hoped to gain other than your own entertainment at my pain at being reminded. I feel no connection to you. No bond. At this moment I can’t even say I like you. In fact, I wouldn’t be your mate for all the galleons in Gringotts after this little stunt.”

With that, he swept from the room, obviously too impatient to wait for you to leave. You sucked breaths into your tight chest hoping for some relief. Hot tears flowed down your cheeks and dripped into your lap as a sob wracked your body. You stumbled to your feet and into a shadowy corner of his office. With a thought you found yourself in your room where you immediately collapsed on the bed and cried yourself to sleep.

In the days that followed you became another specter in a castle full of them. Your quiet figure would move from class to class, keeping yourself pressed against the walls as you went doing your best to stay out of the way. Luna stayed your constant companion but you didn’t seem to be talking to her either. You sat at the table during meals but pushed the food around on the plate, eating the minimum required to keep you functioning.

After a week you no longer bothered to conceal your ears and tail. It took so much energy. So much more than you could spare. Your scent also changed to the sweet scent of an unmated submissive to signal to alphas you were available. Not that you would pick any of them. Snape may be certain you weren’t his mate, but he was yours. Your neko wanted no one else. Would accept no one else.

You were on your way to class when you found yourself surrounded by five Gryffindors. Two of them were alphas but you couldn’t place any of them. You didn’t care enough to. One of the alphas stepped closer while his friends hemmed you in. “Hello, little neko.”

You curled in on yourself even more than usual. Your shoulders hunched in an effort to make you seem smaller than you already were and your arms wrapped around your waist. “Hello. Please move. I’ll be late to class.”

“Oh, you’ve got plenty of time. Don’t be like that. We just want to get to know you.” He kept his voice sweet, coaxing but the vibes you picked up from him were anything but nice.

When you ignored him and tried to push past, he grabbed one of your wrists and tugged you into him. You pushed against him, but his grip was too firm. “Let go.”

Before he could respond, a deep voice interrupted. “I believe she told you to release her.” Severus Snape to the rescue.

The boy immediately released you and took a step back, his hands up in a gesture of faux innocence.

“Twenty points from Gryffindor for harassing another student. A submissive at that. Each.” They groaned but dare not say anything as Snape would only make it worse. “And a week’s detention with Filch. Two for you, Thomas. Go.”

The boys scattered as you wrapped your arms back around yourself. You kept your back turned to the professor, unable to look at him.

“You must know that as much as the use of magic in the halls is frowned upon, you are allowed to defend yourself,” he finally said.

You gave a nod though you still didn’t face him. “Yes, sir.”

“Next time I expect you to do so.”

“Yes, sir.” You hurried off then, needing to get to your class and away from the man that already haunted your every moment.

In your potions class that afternoon, you kept your head down and focused on your brewing. The potion, while complex, was one you had brewed before. Professor Snape moved through the students, checking their work and lecturing when needed. He came to stand by your desk and you did your best to ignore him until he’d been there for several minutes without saying anything. “Can I help you, sir?”

“What. Is. This?” he bit out as he tugged back the sleeve of your robe to reveal the dark bruising around your wrist from your earlier encounter.

Your face heated as you covered the mark. “It’s from before. It’s fine.”

“It is not fine.” He swept away from you in a twirl of his robes. “Detention tonight, Ms. Dursley. Immediately after supper.”

“Yes, sir.”

At the end of the class, Severus’ gaze followed you as you left the room. He was still furious that you’d been injured to the point of bruising. His reaction was out of proportion to the injury. He knew that but couldn’t seem to do anything about it. It was taking everything in him to not track down Dean Thomas and teach him a lesson about how to treat a submissive. Especially one as precious as you.

The potions master groaned and dropped his head into his hands. He hadn’t lied when he told you that he felt no bond with you. There was no connection there. There couldn’t be. While some creatures may get the opportunity for another mate should the first die, Vampires weren’t one of them. One life mate for the longest lived species of them all. Oh, the irony. Of course, once the bond was complete, one mate wouldn’t outlive the other anyway, their lives and souls intertwined completely.

He had been less than truthful about his feelings for you, however. He’d always had a soft spot for you from the moment you first walked into his class. As you grew and changed, so did his feelings for you. For a time, he’d thought about pursuing you after you left the school but then you’d turned out to have an inheritance which meant you had a mate. He wouldn’t rob you of that. He couldn’t be that selfish. Not with you.

When you’d told him that he was your mate, he’d had a brief moment of happiness before he remembered that was a possibility that was taken from him many years ago. You weren’t the first student that thought it would be amusing to tell the dungeon bat he was their mate. Ha, isn’t that funny? But you…Merlin, that had hurt more than he thought possible. At the very least, he’d imagined the two of you were friends. But friends weren’t cruel to one another. The didn’t play with one another’s feelings.

He sighed and cast a quick tempus realizing he’d been brooding longer than he intended. Realizing the meal was nearly over, Severus requested a light dinner from a house elf. Once he’d finished eating and started brewing a batch of pepper-up potions for the infirmary, he realized you were late.

Leaving the potion under a stasis spell, he started for Ravenclaw tower. He was interrupted by the arrival of Dumbledore’s patronus summoning him for a meeting. He clenched his jaw in irritation but headed for the old man’s office. He arrived to find the other three head of houses but no headmaster. Severus rolled his eyes. Albus would be late for his own meeting.

He shifted his gaze to the diminutive Charms master. “Filius, one of your eagles failed to show for detention.”

Flitwick frowned. “Who?”

Severus crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. He didn’t wish for you to be in trouble with your head of house, but he was concerned for your wellbeing after the incidents of the day. “Dursley.”

“Ah, just who we’re all here to discuss. Thank you for bringing her up, Severus,” Albus said as he swept into the room and took his seat. “Lemon drop?” he offered and everyone shook their heads.

The Ravenclaw head of house bounced in his seat a little. “What about Ms. Dursley?”

Albus hummed. “Ms. Dursley has left Hogwarts for the time being. Hopefully she will return before winter break.”

There was a stunned silence until McGonagall broke it. “Left? What do you mean she left? It’s her NEWTs year, Albus.”

He folded his hands together on his desk and peered over the top of his glasses. “I am aware, Minerva. However, it was brought to my attention by a concerned classmate that Ms. Dursley’s mate has rejected her. As she is a submissive neko, you are all aware of the issues this can cause. Myself and Ms. Pomfrey felt it in her best interest for her to take some time to recuperate.”

Severus snorted in disbelief.

Albus arched a brow. “Is there a problem, my boy?”

“Ms. Dursley is operating under the mistaken belief that I am her mate.”

“Are you certain you aren’t?” Pomona Sprout asked.

“Of course, I’m certain. Do you think I would risk refusing her if I wasn’t?” Really, did his colleagues think so little of him?

“Severus Snape, what did you do to that girl?” Minerva snapped at him, but Severus didn’t answer her.

His attention was currently locked on the old man behind his desk. The one who winced when Severus said he was certain. The man who now wore a look that was a cross between shame and calculation. Albus pursed his lips and stared at his desk rather than meet anyone’s gaze.

“What did you do?” Severus asked. His voice was low but lethal.

Dumbledore’s eyes jerked up to meet the potion master’s. “Now, my boy, you must realize that I was only trying to help.”

“What did you do?” he asked again, drawing the words out this time.

The headmaster licked his lips nervously. “You have to understand that you were so distraught by the time I found you after the attack. I did what I thought best.”

“Albus,” Minerva said with a sour expression, “answer the bloody question.”

Severus gave her a nod of thanks before turning his attention back to Dumbledore.

Albus sighed. “I placed a block on your mate bond.”

Everyone in the room was deathly silent as they stared at the man in fervent disbelief.

He rushed to explain himself. “You were devastated after Samhain. Weeks passed and you were barely functioning. I thought if I blocked the link so you couldn’t feel it, it would ease some of your pain. And it did. You weren’t yourself, but you were so much better.”

“My mate died! Of course I was devastated. I had every right! You had no right to take my grief from me. No right.” Severus had never felt more disgusted at this old coot than he did at that moment.

The other three heads of house made noises of surprise. “Lily was your mate?” Sprout asked.

He closed his eyes and shook his head before looking back at them. “No. Cassiopea Lestrange. Bella and Rodo’s daughter. Aurors attacked and burnt the cottage they were living in the same night the Potters died. Cassie was a babe. She was in her crib on the top floor, right where the fire started. They couldn’t get to her. It’s why they attacked the Longbottoms. They were part of the raid that killed their only child.”

Albus winced and dread filled Severus. He didn’t want to ask but he had to know. “What?”

The headmaster cringed and curled in on himself as he tried to hide. “We couldn’t allow the child to grow up on the Dark side. For the greater good, she couldn’t be allowed to remain in that house.”

Snape staggered back as a feeling of absolute betrayal swamped him. “You ordered them to kill my mate?”

Albus’ brows shot up and he held his hands up. “No, of course not, my boy.”

“I think you better explain, Albus,” Filius stated with a furrowed brow. None of them were liking what they were hearing from their headmaster.

The old man sighed again. “Alice and Frank were working with the order. They took the child to a safe location and started the fire to make the Dark believe she was dead. Unfortunately, they were driven insane before they told anyone where they placed the girl.”

Severus’ knees went weak and he fell into a chair some conjured up beneath him. His hands trembled as he felt true hope for the first time since he’d lost his mate. “Are you telling me she’s been alive this whole time? She’s been alive and alone for sixteen years?”

“Initially I believed your grief to be for Lily Potter. It was much later when I discovered your mate was someone else. By then, it had been much too long. There was no hope of finding the child. I felt it was better to allow you to continue to believe she was completely beyond your reach.”

Tears fell from onyx eyes. “That wasn’t your choice to make.”

“You would have obsessed over her,” Albus argued. “You had other matters you needed to focus on. It was for the greater good.”

Snape snarled. “Fuck you and your greater good, old man. I’m not your puppet anymore. I quit. And get this bloody block off of me.”

“My boy—”

He shoved himself back to his feet. “I am not your boy. Remove it or so help me I will have you up on charges with the Ministry and the vampire council for interfering with a mate bond.”

Albus’ sigh was completely defeated. “Of course.” He moved his wand in a complex pattern and muttered several phrases in Latin. After a moment, Severus suddenly felt lighter, freer. Whole. Even if he could feel that annoying persistent ache telling him his mate was too far away. But that meant she was alive. Alive and very much his. Merlin, he was going to kill this old fool.

“Where is she?” he asked.

Dumbledore furrowed his brow. “I told you, we don’t know.”

Severus rolled his eyes. “Dursley.”

“She went home.”

He shook his head immediately. “She wouldn’t. She hates it there.”

“Perhaps Miss Lovegood would know,” Filius suggested. “I’ll ask her and get back to you as soon as possible.”

“Thank you.” And in a flash, Severus was gone, using his enhanced speed to take him to his rooms. He wished to be packed and out of Hogwarts as soon as possible.

He was surprised to find your best friend sitting on the floor outside of his office. “Miss Lovegood?”

She gave him a dreamy smile as she got to her feet. “Hello, Professor. Or should I not call you that any longer?”

He had long ago ceased questioning how the blonde knew the things she did. “Where is she?”

Luna tilted her head and looked him over. Her eyes shone with a clarity she rarely possessed. “Why?”

“Please.” His voice broke with the word. He couldn’t explain this to her. Couldn’t get out the words through the knowledge that he may have irrevocably injured his mate. He just needed to find you. To confirm you were who he now thought you to be. He couldn’t let another day go by without you in his arms.

She hummed and shrugged. “She went home.”

He shook his head. “She wouldn’t return to the Dursleys.”

“That was never her home.”

“Your place then?” It had to be. There was nowhere else for her to go.

She gave another soft smile and shook her head. “She’s always welcome but daddy’s in South Africa looking for whumplesnuffles.”

Snape blinked. What in Merlin was a whumplesnuffle? “Then where?” He sounded desperate, he knew it, but he didn’t care.

“Daddy was most curious when her creature inheritance came through. Took her to Gringotts himself.”

His brow furrowed. “She told me she hadn’t been tested.”

“Did she?” she said before heading down the hallway. Severus could only watch her go as he tried to recall the conversation with you in his office but the exact words escaped him. Damn it. He huffed a breath and entered his rooms to pack. He had no desire to return here if he didn’t have to.

Mere hours had passed when Severus found himself standing in front of the gate to Lestrange manor. He hesitated, staring at the once familiar home. It had always been overly large in his opinion. Of course, Bella had thought so too. That’s why the family had been living in their cottage rather than here with Rodo’s father. Severus shook the thought away.

He hoped this is what Luna had been trying to tell him. That you were his Cassie and you’d come home. But what if he was wrong? That’s why he hesitated. What if you weren’t her? What if he never found her? But why else would you claim to be his mate? It was the only thing that made sense.

After taking a deep breath for courage, he laid his hand against the gates. Evidently, he was still keyed into the wards as the gate silently swung open to admit him. He made his way to the door which opened as he neared it. A familiar looking house elf watched him with a tilt of its head. “What cans Mopsy bes doings for you, Mr. Snapsey man?”

The corner of Severus’ mouth twitched. “Hello, Mopsy. I am hoping your mistress made her way home. I need to see her.”

The elf’s eyes narrowed. “They said Mistress Cassie was dead. Hows she come home if she dead?”

He hummed in agreement. “That is what they said. Is she here?”

“I thinks you better come in. Youse not well thinking dead peoples be here.” With that she stepped back to allow him in the house. “Youse waits here.” The elf disappeared with a pop.

Severus closed his eyes and tipped his head back with a groan. Mopsy hadn’t explicitly stated you weren’t here, but it wasn’t looking good. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. Maybe you were just another student and his mate would be forever lost to him.

“Why are you here, professor?” Your soft, sweet voice startled him from his contemplation.

His eyes flew open and his spine straightened. He looked you over from top to bottom. How was it you looked so much worse than you had even that afternoon? His heart ached at the knowledge that he was the cause of your unhealthy appearance. But now that you were here in front of him, there was no question that you were his mate, his Cassie.

When the silence stretched, you wrapped your arms across your stomach and hunched your shoulders as if that could protect you from the world around you. Protect you from this man in particular. You kept your gaze turned from him, not wanting to see that look of hatred and sadness he seemed to don whenever you were around lately. And it would probably be worse as he’d obviously been sent to “fix” you.

You rolled your eyes at the thought and took a step back. “There’s no reason for you to be here, professor. I assure you, I will be fine in time. You can return to your duties.”

“Wait,” he said, his voice sharp, quick.

You jerked your head up in surprise and met his gaze. You couldn’t place the emotion on his face as he gave you a crooked smile. “Why?” you asked with a tilt of your head. If he was feeling guilty, you didn’t want to hear it. You had no interest in making him feel better when you still felt like shit.

He ran a hand through his hair and took a step toward you. When you made to move again, he held his hands up in a placating gesture. “Why did you tell me you hadn’t been tested?”

“I didn’t. I merely stated that the tests were expensive. Xeno paid when he realized what sort of creature I was. I wasn’t exactly thrilled to discover who my parents were. As if Harry needed another reason to hate me.” You shrugged and turned to head toward the sitting room. Severus could either follow you or not. When you arrived you made a beeline for the small bar at the side of the room and poured yourself a healthy serving of Dragon Brandy. “Help yourself,” you told Snape as you took a seat.

He lifted the bottle you’d used and sniffed it. He nodded in appreciation and poured himself a glass before sitting in the chair across from you. His tongue traced his bottom lip as he studied you for a moment. “You had to know I wouldn’t care about your parentage.”

“I had a feeling you wouldn’t and I intended to tell you after we’d dealt with the issue of you being my mate, and…well, you know how that went. Why are you here, Sev—professor?”

He shook his head. “Not professor. Not anymore. I tendered my immediate resignation.”

You arched a brow at that. You knew he hated his job but were surprised he’d leave it so abruptly. “Why?”

Severus took a deep breath and licked his lips before launching into the story of his mate and Dumbledore’s unwanted, bumbling interference. You were horrified by the time he finished.

“You thought me dead for fifteen years?” You’d been suffering thinking he’d rejected you but you couldn’t fathom thinking he was gone forever. The heartbreak you would feel.

“Sixteen.” His voice nearly broke and he cleared his throat. “It’s been sixteen years.”

He crossed the room in long strides and knelt in front of you, taking your hand in his. “When you told me that I was your mate, I had a brief moment of happiness before I realized it was impossible. My mate was gone. And as much as I might wish for you to be her, I thought it impossible. If I could chose anyone to be tied to for eternity it would be you.”

He lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist before laying your hand against his cheek and closing his eyes. “I am so sorry for the things I said. For not finding you all those years ago. I can only hope to make it up to you.”

You studied him for a long moment. “You hurt me, Severus.”

He winced as if the words physically pained him. “I know.”

You lifted your free hand to cradle his face. “Don’t do it again.”

Then your lips found his. You smiled against his mouth as pure euphoria flooded through you. If there had been any lingering question as to your identity it was long gone. There was no doubt you were the potion master’s mate.

With the connection between you affirmed, all the broken pieces of your heart settled back into place. It was still tender, still fragile, but for the first time since his rejection, you believed it could be healed. Severus deepened the kiss as he pulled you from the chair and into his arms. A moment later he was sitting on the floor with you straddling his thighs as the two of you desperately tried to get closer.

Finally, you pulled back and rested your forehead against his. “You can’t hurt me again, Sev. Not like that. I won’t survive it a second time. I thought I’d lost you before I’d even had you.”

He leaned back and lifted your chin so you were looking in his eyes. “I will cherish you every day for the rest of our lives. Just love me and I will give you everything you desire.”

You grinned. “The only thing I need is you. Just you.”

He kissed you again, short and sweet. “And you have me, body and soul.”

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Protego Pt 2 - Introductions

Continuing the Protego Miniseries.

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Pt 1 - Origin of Magic

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The Potters.

One of the Sacred 28 families, equaled by few in wealth and stature amongst Wizarding Britain, now had one heir. Born late in life to his parents, James Potter stood a beacon of hope for their line to continue.

So proud, so vain, so entitled for all he had been given and was assumed destined to achieve. Given all he could ever desire and more. And all he wanted upon first sight was one of a redheaded duo tentatively entering the 9 3/4 platform. Future allies were made upon that same train, distant relations and strangers alike to help raise himself and his clan higher.

He saw who he wanted. Many would see the smug devastation dealt out in conquest of his prize, to the dismay of said prize herself and all around her.

*.*.*

The Snapes.

Downwind from a foul smelling mill nearby to a polluted river little Snape again found himself crouched inside a rotating tunnel built into the jungle gym on the playground in the park by his home. Somehow thunder overhead, while terrifying in itself, paled in comparison to how his parents’ contemptuous behavior made his heart pound in fright. And just like the wind to vanish and suddenly appear, one of his two red headed anchors appeared at his side. Not the one his heart yearned to belong to, who he feared to ever show this side to, but to a confusing diamond in the rough he equally never wished to be parted from.

Identical to a T in appearance alone the fiery tempered young girl who seemed as troubled as him inside adamantly seemed at odds with her picture perfect life. Shivering to the next explosion of thunder and lightning Severus glanced at his trembling friend he scooted a bit closer to, making use of his poorly sized clothes to share his tent of an outer coat which always seemed to do the trick. “Did your parents bake you too many pies?” he asked sarcastically, his only way to vent his confusion and frustration at her for why she had been recently talking about not wanting to go back to her parents’ haven of an abode.

“I had the dream again,” she whispered frailly on the cusp of tears. Stopping as she regretted saying even that much.

Her tone alone had him shift a bit closer and turn his head to look at her as face on as possible to ask in seer concern, “What dream?” She simply shook her head, now with tears pooling into her pink eyes he’d neglected to notice having not looked her way until now. “Tell me. You and Lily never expand on dream when it comes up.”

The force in his gaze was unnecessary as she simply finally felt herself ready to share this truth with him in particular. “I keep seeing this woman, she’s trapped, and alone,” a tear broke loose and before she could help it she had leaned into the hand of his that rose to wipe it away. A move that had him halt in his tracks, uncertain if like him she had been neglected of family contact and sought this clear innocent trusting comfort from him, someone who would understand having parents who truly didn’t care if he lived or died. Yet she straightened up and sniffled hard to keep from the failing means to stop a second tear and third soon to follow while she squeaked out, “She looks-,” her voice cracked and down into her propped up knees and legs now folding up to press to her chest her head burrowed to hide her face urging him in to loop an arm around her back and a hand on her shins to coax her out again.

“Looks what? Like what? Is she hurt?”

“Like me,” she squawked out in a pop of her head up if only to clasp hands over her mouth she felt his fight to pull away in the emergence of a beak out of her teeth and lips and blood red shade to cover the whites of her eyes now with golden pupils. Again she burrowed her head into her knees, clearly frightened of scaring him away. Pain, so he’d read often mingled in sadness came with the occasional rage, something he could attest to and now guessed that was why she was trembling, in rage and not fear. Though surely now that had faded as he heard her squeak out frightfully soft, “What if my parents lock me away too?”

Right away he folded around her as if the action could be a shield against that possibility to last for years to come until she was able to choose herself in legal age on what to do. “I heard them, they found me on a walk.” His eyes he had been clenching so tightly to enforce the wishful intentions snapped open in shock to let a tear of his own fall. “Like magic, they said, to, someone on the phone. That’s why, they don’t know what to do or say, when it happens, when I get angry. They treat it like it’s some sort of trick.” Sharply she drew in a breath to assure him, “No matter what, I swear I won’t hurt you.”

“I know,” he whispered back in reply and as she nodded he eased her back into his side uncertain of what else to say. She wasn’t his love’s twin, merely made to look like her, again most likely out of fear. She was one of his anchors and now he felt a stab deep in his chest she had never shown him her true self, shared her fears and nightmares when always when he had his own she would appear to console him. Now he knew, and now he would work hard to prove that she could trust him with anything, and he would never harm her in return for the oath she had given to him.

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The Evans.

Petunia Evans, daughter of a well respected couple, skipping at the side of the pram they pushed. All four lost to the bliss of their vacation and tour of the countryside they chose to vacation in. Passed beyond a veil somehow the sight of an infant, the same age as their youngest, held in the arms of a rather cross Nun. Inclusion of this out of place orphanage dulled this quaint town. Right through the bars an ache stirred. Parents of two daughters just moments ago would within the chime of the next hour have three.

A child found as if by magic. One Petunia would take solace in also being the lesser favorite of their begrudging and obstinate Great Aunt Gertrude who would impose herself and her opinions upon the Evans household whenever possible. Petunia never seemed to find out what the woman wanted from her exactly. Not like Lily. But this new sister soon would draw a special strain of reluctance from their guest. When she would throw her first tantrum and sprout a beak in doing so.

A shape shifter. A mimic. A freak. That last word slipped out when she was alone, but how her sister acted after that she had heard it being muttered from her older sister who didn’t like being mimicked. “I’m sorry,” Petunia repeated until it just about made her throat bleed for weeks when she got the chance. She didn’t want to hurt Jewels’ feelings, but no one in the family knew just what to make of this and school would start soon. So the youngest girl would have to do something about her ever changing appearance.

She wasn’t a freak. Could she be? How would she know? Jewelia Rose Evans, commonly called Jewels. A rarity in their little garden patch surrounded cottage haven. A child with eyes that dead on were a deep purple that from the side like a mystical creature appeared neon green.

A child inexplicably able to morph her hair and face and body to whatever she desired. Or one uncontrollable appearance when in a quick fit of rage. And she desired to not have her older sister call her a freak. So, like the beloved Lily she molded herself. To don steady brilliant green eyes and crimson hair, and still the chanted word persisted. This time from others who could sense something was off about the youngest girl hiding behind another’s face while not solely in the company of family.

In every hiss she whispered to the garden snakes in their garden she got to agree to keep from harming Mrs Evans. In every blossom she and Lily helped to return to full bloom. Freak would echo and sting, and burn like an acid that no one could scrub off of their skin and hearts. All she could the eldest sister tried to step in where possible, especially now the nightmares were growing more frequent and her baby sister was never a day without pretending she hadn’t woken hours before she should and wasn’t able to go back to sleep. Something was wrong, even safe at home Petunia saw that Jewels was scared of what was happening to her, so she tried to help. She wouldn’t let her mimic her, but she could offer simple distractions and copies of magazines borrowed from her own friends in school to fawn over. Small things, distractions really, all the young teen was capable of scouring up off her own imagination.

Eleven years would fly by and those sisters, close as any, now faced division like no other. Coming in the form of two letters, just two, not three.

“How wonderful, isn’t it, to have two witches in the family?!”

They loved their elder sister and cheered her on in every endeavor, as they would even from afar. Both found solace with the Half-Blood boy from down the lane. Who shared the moniker of Freak on top of a house of pain to hide from.

Together the trio shared all the magical things. A world their cherished Petunia would always, to them, wrongfully be forbidden.

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Toujours Pur. The words etched beneath The Black Family crest.

The most distinguished and expansive line descended from Salazaar Slytherin, the grey bearded Wizard beyond compare. With eyes just as distinguishable, a deep violet dead on and emerald from the side that had darkened in beauty and knowledge as he had aged.

This line bore its own fabled beginning in the wielded of its birth. Major Ursa Black, fabled Warrior of old and Keeper of the Stars. Every generation must have one. One to always be looking up and in his esteemed legacy was noted to have become a star in his passing.

Thus beginning the tradition of naming his heirs after stars, with whom all could hear when focused. Night or day through their blood bond their ancestors could always conference with the youngest of their line for guidance, and through the stars pass on the path to their nearest of kin for aid.

Sirius and Regulus had those words drilled into their heads between lessons. Always pure. Always something. Always in language lessons, instrument lessons, gymnastics, botany lessons, classical dance lessons. Always something. Never enough and pushed to achieve more than their parents.

Parents, Walburga and Orion, in a strive to inherit more when their patriarch passed, wed and conceived twice to a far from loving home, that in early days of their union had moved to the dark Grimmauld Place. One of numerous properties within the Black Family line, each magically linked to the coveted unplottable Black Family Mansion. A home their parents desired more than anything. Tucked safe in the top of far distant mountains that none could climb or pass over without coming to a grizzly end to protect the hidden haven. Every angle gave clear view of those treasured stars. Up where their ancestors rested for all eternity.

Sirius came to Hogwarts first, and by word of his first letter home knew come spring time he’d return a failure. Sorted wrong, and kept in said wrong place by order of the Headmaster. Albus Dumbledore who refused to see reason and move him to his proper place. Who was reluctant to take orders from his predecessor Phineas Black’s portrait in aim to please his living kin.

But the teen didn’t want to be proper.

One glimmer of hope for his parents came in an alliance with the Potter clan. An esteemed older relation by marriage, a silver lining. An alliance able to be boasted of during grim discussions amongst other relations, also with children attending Hogwarts. Often brought up in shared stories from their son who could easily reach his cousins in Slytherin if need be.

And with that Potter boy came need.

A bond to rival any brothers, a ferocity followed by fury that often had him turned out of his dormitory. With no place to sleep, that need sent him down to the dungeons. Down to his place in Slytherin’s dormitories. There he could find his cousin Narcissa, who would always take pity on the boy now bounced from one rough tide to the next. On those nights lent him a blanket to sleep on one of the couches in the common room, as long as he required it. Until James would let him back into their dorm.

He always would. Unknown to him this pattern would continue for years. Both pitted together against a dark haired Severus, their chosen rival who aimed to divide him from the identical sisters. Severus. Who never knew what to expect seeing Sirius, the teen now unthreatening in his presence when forced to take shelter in the Slytherin common room.

Severus, who never understood just like Sirius never could, why them? Why did they have to be targets of such pressure and expectation? And be magnets for such painful moments in their lives? James had chosen Lily. While magnificent as James had dubbed her, Sirius from the first moment of seeing her, instantly plummeted for Jewels.

Sirius had made so very many mistakes. But every time the usually divided houses would share a class he could see one glow in his future, the girl who held a million secrets in those rare eyes. The girl who whispered to animals, and always bore a forbidden sense of kindness and mystery. He loved her, but she loved Severus. The fact in that burned hotter than any flame ever could. But still, the young Ravenclaw powder blue and grey adorned girl, who flit in and out of his view, would be respected in her choice until he could one day earn her love.

Beyond flawed himself, and prone to tries and fails to move on he couldn't stop loving her or imagine anyone else. First dates were beyond easy to obtain. But his growing list of exes would have on average just minutes of his attention before he would flee to find her again.

A list that anyone, including her would give raise to doubt if he could be trusted with anyone's heart at all; the only real argument in time to hinder a try to accept his offer to give romance a shot. Once his prankster exterior was shown to not be his only side. But beyond his name and assumed failure who he would grow to be would stun even himself.

No matter the tries to hide it from the world a war was coming. People would have to choose their sides. And against everything burning in him to stupidly run head first at the first chance for a fight, something more important would offer him an impossible choice. One impossible choice of many he would tackle.

Who he should be. Who he wanted to be. And who those he loves would need him to be. His world, this world was about to change into something none had seen before. One to break him and his family, both chosen and blood born, in ways beyond repair.

Pt 3

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