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Me & The Devil P.2 🌘| Harry Potter Imagine

takes place during HBP & DH1

Part 1 here | HP Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Black!Sister reader x HP characters (platonic), Severus Snape x reader (platonic/semi-romantic)

Content Warnings: death, violence, profanity, angst, slight cannon divergence, mentions of torture and blood, set during the book timeline of the 1990s | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 6k

Requested yes/no

Premise: A dark storm is brewing over Hogwarts. The return of Voldemort and his Death Eaters spark unease in the Golden Trio. For a certain member of the Noble House of Black, she takes on a new role of double agent with the partnership between her and a certain Hogwarts professor. Will she survive the ordeal and get her freedom when it's all over? The odds are slim when acting as a loyal servant and hunted by aurors.

Note: Snape is 37 in this like the books and reader is 31. Part 3 will be the final chapter to this miniseries but I have no idea when it will be posted. Hope y’all like this one! Also near the end the final scenes are inspired by Wanda in MOM so yeah that belongs to Marvel

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Months went by. Waiting. Scheming. Y/n felt her mind deteriorate by the day. Between Bellatrix’s constant complaints of Draco’s failures and Narcissa’s moping, Y/n spent most of her time in the attic of Malfoy Manor. Hidden away to perfect her spells and create new ones. She even managed to successfully become an animagus.

A black crow.

How fitting.

At times Y/n found herself sitting in front of the window. Especially when it rained. The lightning in the distance, the crisp air filling the attic walls. Lost in her thoughts, Y/n would caress the silver jewelry laid on her left ring finger.

Once a month she’d receive a letter from Severus, unbeknownst to the others, detailing Draco’s attempts and all the times Snape’s had to cover for him. As part of their deal to keep quiet of the others' disloyalty and motives behind actions, Snape agreed to update her on Draco and keep the Order off Y/n’s trail. For Y/n’s side of the bargain, she agreed to deflect suspicion on him from their fellow Death Eaters. Specifically her sisters.

And what better way to do that then in holy matrimony.

“You want to get married?” she scoffed, placing her wine glass on the coaster. Having left with her sisters following the unbreakable vow, Y/n returned later that night after Severus sent an owl. Sitting in the same leather chair from before, “You humor me.”

“I can assure you I am everything but comical, Y/n,” he drawled, standing by the fireplace. The sound of wood crackling filled the room. “This is not an arrangement I suggest lightly.”

Seeing how serious he was, Y/n’s demeanor changed. “Wow,” her tone lowered, finger raising to tap her lips. Unable to read her mind since she was a gifted Occulmens like himself, Snape was left to wonder what Y/n was thinking. Truth be told the woman was more impressed than shocked by his proposal. “I think that’s the first time I’ve been rendered speechless, Severus.” Standing, Y/n grabbed her glass and approached the man. “You truly believe this would work? Proposing a marriage between us….” she trailed, glancing at the fire briefly, “is intriguing. Tell me more.”

Snape’s expression remained the same, “It is simply a matter of convenience.” No need to sugar coat it, “We want to keep our secrets hidden. So long as you can assure your sisters stay off my back…..I’ll make sure the Order stays off yours. We play the part of a happy married couple when operating business with the Dark Lord, and I will do everything in my power to get your freedom when this all ends.”

Y/n liked what she was hearing. The more she thought about it, the more engrossed she became. Marrying Snape wasn’t ideal--as the concept itself she did not care for--but Y/n could not deny the idea made her curious. Plus Severus was handsome, a talented wizard, and obviously, he knew her motives for following Voldemort. What her end goal was. She needed to keep him close.

“I think I’ll find playing the part of a smitten wife will be rather easy,” she rasped, stepping closer to Snape so their chests were nearly touching. Walking her fingertips up the length of his arm, Y/n leaned closer to Snape which ignited a sharp breath from the man. She smelled of expensive perfume. Their closeness allowed him to see how her eyes turned from their usual coldness to something more lustful. Almost sinister. His reaction made her smirk, “Confident you can manage the same….husband?”

Now, almost a year later, the two managed to successfully keep their union hidden from the Order. All while any suspicion the Death Eaters had of Snape seemed to disappear. Bellatrix, initially furious and doubtful of their ‘relationship’, soon began to trust him. Still, the witch grimaced each time the pair greeted the other with an affectionate kiss. Or when Y/n took claim to Snape’s lap during meetings. An action which surprised the man himself in the beginning.

Each letter Severus sent was met with one in return, however Y/n was careful to only send her owl in the late hours of the night. When her family was sound asleep. Signing the parchment with only her initials, but instead of B as the ending initial it was S. She’d never admit it aloud, but Y/n felt a sense of comfort with Severus. There was an overwhelming amount of hate in her heart, but the pinch of sanity left in her soul connected to him. Which is not a surprise. He is, of course, the only person who can relate to her.

Neither would call it love. Y/n possessed no love. And Snape lost his when Lily died. They had mutual respect and care for each other as their partnership grew. Finding the other’s presence calm despite the world around them going to shit.

The news of Draco’s success in connecting the two cabinets came from Bellatrix’s glee, the woman bursting into the attic with a loud, “It’s time, sister.” Reluctantly, Y/n trailed Bellatrix to Knockturn Alley, where they met several of their associates.

Dark clouds painted the sky. Thunder rumbling. It set the tone of the evening.

Y/n stayed stoic the entire journey. Hating every minute, yet doing nothing to escape. Where could she even go? The mark on her arm prevented her from doing so. Until Voldemort was defeated, the only way for her to stay alive was to continue the act of a loyal servant.

Draco was gone when the group breached the cabinet in a cloud of black smoke. The boy rushed to find Dumbledore and complete his task. He found the man on the observation deck of the Astronomy Tower. Unaware his longtime rival, Harry Potter, was below him, watching the scene play out.

The others arrived to witness Draco complete the task, however, in the end Snape was the one to administer the curse. And so the greatest wizard in history fell from the sky.

Y/n kept her eyes on Severus the entire time. Watching his reaction. When he went through with the unthinkable, Y/n wasted no time in rushing to his side. Cupping his face, she noticed the dissociative expression Snape wore. Mind processing what he had done. “Severus,” he didn’t respond, making her shake his shoulders, “look at me.” Finally he meets her eye and the woman matches his anxious demeanor. “We have to go. Now.”

Clutching his robe, the two push Draco in the direction of the Death Eaters. Bellatrix’s maniacal laughter rings as she shoots a spell into the sky to bring forth the Dark Lord’s symbol in the clouds. Not long after the tower was surrounded by members of the Order, ensuing a battle between the groups. Y/n tried to avoid dueling as much as possible. Not wanting to harm anyone, especially the kids in the school.

Cutting the corner after dodging a spell from her niece Nymphadora, Y/n spotted the wretched Fenrir Greyback attacking a man she didn’t recognize. Judging by the wild red hair he possessed, she assumed it was a Weasley. Greyback’s back was toward her, unaware she stood behind him. From the looks of it, the redhead was losing the fight.

Not sure what came over her at that moment, Y/n raised her wand and shouted, “Stupefy!” The werewolf was flung into the wall behind him, falling unconscious.

“Bill!” a voice screamed, Y/n turning to see a young woman running to where the Weasley laid. Bloodied and knocked out. Fluer dropped beside him, sobbing at the state of her fiance. She glanced up to see Y/n, immediately becoming frozen with fear while pleading with her to help. “Y-you--H-he’s been--.”

Cursing to herself, Y/n approached the two. “He wasn’t bit,” adjusting her dress skirt, she grabbed the cuffs of Bill’s jacket and gestured for Fluer to help. Together they moved him to a concealed area away from the battle. “He’s been scratched.” Having studied werewolves while in school, the woman was well educated on the subject. Muttering a healing spell, Y/n attempted to at least stop the bleeding, however, she knew the extent of his injuries were serious. “Nevertheless, the wounds are cursed. They’ll scar.”

Fluer watched her carefully, “W-why are you helping us?” Y/n gave no answer, instead casting a final healing spell before standing up to leave. In her peripheral vision, she noticed movement from Greyback, and sent a second stun his way to keep him unconscious. She always hated him, so it gave her great pleasure to pu thim down.

Truth be told Y/n didn’t know why she helped the injured Weasley. It would have best suited her to get the hell out of there and let whatever outcome happen. Whether that be Greyback killing the man or Bill successfully overpowering the werewolf. But instead, she cursed her associate. Saving the life of ‘the enemy’.

Several agonizing minutes passed before Y/n managed to escape the tower. At Snape’s order, she ran deep into the forest until she was far enough to apparate. Back at the manor she was immediately questioned by her sister.

“Is Draco okay,” Narcissa grabbed Y/n’s wrist to stop her from escaping to the attic. Eyes glossy with tears, “Did he--.”

“Your son is fine, Narcissa,” she roughly pulled away. “You have my husband to thank for that--he finished the job.” There was immediate relief from Narcissa, exhaling the breath she had been holding. Y/n went straight to the liquor cabinent, taking a glass and pouring a generous amount before downing it. She then refilled the glass, offering it to her sister without a word. Once Narcissa took it Y/n kept the bottle for herself, saying nothing more as she made her way to the attic.

It wasn’t long before the others arrived. Y/n heard Narcissa’s cry of relief upon seeing Draco. Bellatrix was busy scolding Greyback--something that brought a smile to her face. Other murmurs were made out, but hard to identify with all the noise. Moments later she heard the fast approaching sound of footsteps nearing her door. Jolting from her bed with her wand raised at whoever was about to breach it. Only when it was revealed to be Severus did Y/n lower her guard, rolling her eyes, “What have I told you about--.”

Snape slammed the door shut, muttering a silencing charm which caused Y/n to raise her brow. “We need to talk.” Her guarded expression returned, but Snape beat her before she could question him. “I know you stunned the werewolf to save Weasley.” All movement from the woment seized, frozen in shock.

“How do you know--.”

“I saw you with Miss. Delacour, Y/n,” Snape peers down at her with visible frustration. “Why would you risk such a thing? If you had been caught--.”

“But I wasn’t, Severus,” she interrupts, eyes flicking to the door in fear someone was listening, but then she remembered the spell he cast. “I was careful. You should know better than to underestimate me. And to answer your question….” she turned away from him, hands on her hips as she turned her focus to the woods beyond her window. “I don’t know what possessed me to do what I did--It just happened. Maybe it’s the fact the Weasley’s are distant family. Or because I fucking hate Greyback.” She throws her hands up in defeat, “Or I want the Order to have all its members to better their chances at winning this damn war. Maybe…” her hands fall back to her sides, “deep down there’s some humanity left in me.” The words were so low it was barely a whisper. Y/n shook her head, the speck of softness replaced with disinterest.

“Whatever it was,” turning back to him, Y/n narrows her eyes in warning. “It’s no longer our concern. Dumbledore is dead, you killed him.” footsteps echo against the wood as she approaches Snape, noticing his expression change at the mention of the headmaster. “He will be plotting his next move. We need to remain focused--I expect his attention will be on us more now given the circumstances.”

Snape knows she’s right. Killing Albus only shined a spotlight on him, and in turn on Y/n. He was now labeled public enemy #1 in the eyes of the Order. Voldemort himself will likely turn to Snape. They will have to up their game, continuing the act of a happy couple. Well happy as one can be in the middle of a war.

That summer was endless torture following the Headmaster’s death. Y/n not only had to deal with Voldemort growing stronger, but also the return of Lucius from Azkaban. It did bring the witch great joy to see the dark circles beneath his eyes and matted hair. One year in prison did a number on him.

Lucky for Lucius it was only one year. Had it been 15 like Y/n, he’d surely gone mad. Thankfully the two rarely saw each other. Not long after his release following Dumbledore’s death Y/n moved into Severus' home. Only returning to the mansion when necessary.

At every Death Eater meeting Y/n had to fight yawning with how bored she was, keeping her expression blank even when addressed by Voldermort from time to time. The man wasn’t blind. Well aware the youngest Black was not as forthcoming with her praises to him like Bellatrix. Never voicing her opinions, while also keeping any objections to herself like a smart person would do. He never fully trusted her. Even though she was married to one of his most trusted advisors, something in the back of his mind told Voldemort she’d be the first to turn on him. Without proof, Voldemort kept a close eye.

The meeting tonight was just like any other. Seated at the massive dining table in Malfoy Manor, Voldemort at the head while the Black’s and Malfoy’s flanked to the right. Y/n seated beside Draco, far from her sisters. Very telling of her attitude towards them.

Severus was the last to arrive, dark cloak tailing behind him. His entrance caught everyone’s attention, while his was on his colleague hanging in the air. Muggle studies professor Charity Burbage. The wounds on her body indicated she had been subjected to torture.

“Severus,” Voldemort greeted, “I was beginning to worry you had lost your way. Come. We’ve saved you a seat.” The headmaster took claim to the only free chair at the table, bidding a look to his wife, to which she slightly shook her head. Silently saying, “I had no part in this.”

Voldemort then said, “Do you bring news, I trust?”

“It will happen Saturday next, at nightfall.”

“I’ve heard differently, my Lord,” Yaxley interrupted at the other end of the table, then proceeds to say he believes Harry will be moved at the end of the month. The 30th of July. The day before his 17th birthday.

“This is a false trail,” Snape insists. “The auror office no longer plays any part in the protection of Harry Potter. “Those closest to him believe we have infiltrated the ministry.”

The Death Eater seated beside Y/n laughed, “Well, they got that right aren’t they.” Several at the table joined in the laughter. The youngest Black’s expression was tight, plastered with annoyance.

“What’s say you, Pius?” Voldemort addresses the man seated at the opposite head of the table.

Nagini curled herself next to the chair as he answered, “One hears many things, my Lord. Whether the truth is among them is not clear.” Voldemort chuckles.

“Spoken like a true politician. You will, I think, prove most useful, Pius.” The Death Eater appears pleased by the compliment. Voldemort turns back to Snape, “Where will he be taken, the boy?”

“To a safe house. Most likely the home of someone in the Order. I’m told it’s been given every manner of protection possible, once there it will be impractical to attack him.”

Suddenly the conversation is interrupted by Bellatrix. “My Lord, I’d like to volunteer myself for this task.” She leans against the table, voice dropping, “I want to kill the boy.”

“Of course you would,” Y/n thinks to herself, holding back the urge to roll her eyes. Frankly she found her sister to be stupid to ask such a thing. Considering Voldemort mentions his desire to kill Harry Potter everyday. And with the prophecy, there’s no way he’d allow anyone else the opportunity to do the deed.

In the back, Charity let out a haunting groan, causing Voldermort to shout, “Wormtail! Have I not spoken to you about keeping our guest’s quiet?”

“Yes, my Lord,” the man spoke with urgency. “Right away, my Lord.” As he scurried off, Voldemort returned his attention to Bellatrix.

“As inspiring as I find your bloodlust, Bellatrix,” the hope was clear in her eyes, disappearing with his next words. “I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.” With that she curled back into her seat, Y/n’s lips raising in a satisfied smirk.

“But,” he rises from his chair, “I face an unfortunate complication.” As much as Y/n wanted to tune out this conversation, the nature of it was hard to dismiss. Especiall when the man walked behind the chairs on her side of the table. Brushing past her sisters before ending beside Lucius. There was satisfaction seeing him visibly afraid of Voldemort. A smirk on her lips when he was to give up his wand, a wizard’s most prized possession.

Her expression shifted when Charity’s brought to the center of the table. Death Eaters laughing at her despair and cringing with disgust at her profession. Y/n moves her gaze to Severus, who’s emotionless to Charity’s pleas. Then when the woman’s killed and her body drops to the table, Y/n lifts her hand to grasp Draco’s wrist. Squeezing it in warning for him to control himself when she sees his distraught state in the corner of her eyes.

The action surprises the boy. Draco sucking in a breath and forcing himself to relax. Once he does, Y/n removes her touch and waits to be dismissed by Voldemort. As soon as the order is given she’s quick to leave the table, taking Snape’s outstretched hand where he apparates them back home.

“How do you plan--?” he doesn’t let her finish the question.

“I have it covered.” Moving to his study, he hears her footsteps behind him, Y/n slamming the door shut once they’ve entered. He looked annoyed, “This doesn’t concern you.”

“The hell it does!” she shouted, making him clench his jaw. Ever since the incident at the Astronomy tower the two had been on edge with each other. For one, the Order discovered their marriage causing Y/n to lose her shit. Now she was public enemy #2 in their eyes. Or 3 if you count Voldermort at the top. Her odds of the Order leaving her the fuck alone decreased immensly.

Second, Snape told her of his and Dumbledore’s arrangement. That the headmaster asked Snape to kill him. A secret Y/n had trouble wrapping her head around and prayed to a higher power no one, especially Bellatrix, found out about.

Crossing over to him where he stood at his desk, Y/n caught his wrist to make him look at her. “In case you have forgotten, dear husband, we are playing both sides right now. You say you want to protect Harry Potter…just how do you plan to do that during an ambush you helped orchestrate? What the hell are we supposed to do if Harry Potter dies at his hands Saturday next?” Y/n squeezed his wrist tighter, “I’m putting all my trust into Severus Snape. You promised me my freedom when this was all over.”

“I haven’t forgotten, Y/n,” he removes himself from her grip, “You say you trust me. Do so, and you won’t be let down.”

Y/n didn’t know where it all went wrong. One moment she was flying in the sky, the next she’s being rammed into by Bill Weasley’s Thestral. Pain erupted in her chest, likely from a broken rib and caught herself on the creature's satchel. Her hand is then grabbed by the imposter Harry seated behind Bill, keeping Y/n steady to prevent falling to her death. Using her talent of legitimins, Y/n identifies the imposter as Bill’s fiance Fluer.

“You’re not Harry Potter,” she whispers, causing Harry (Fluer) to widen her eyes. The accusation was confirmed when Fluer’s voice responded, “How did you know?” Before Y/n could answer, however, the world around her became black. Having been stunned by Bill who realized what was happening behind him.

Acting fast, Fluer reached with her other hand to further grasp Y/n’s now limp body onto the Thestral.

“What are you doing?” Bill shouted over the chaos, “She’s one of them!”

“And she saved your life in the Astronomy tower, William!” Fluer screamed back. Using all her might, she hauled Y/n over the bottom half of the creature. Gripping the material of her robes and dress while ducking at the incoming curses around them.

When they finally made it to the Burrow, the shaky landing caused Fluer to lose her hold. Y/n fell to the ground, still unconscious. Bruises were sure to form on her body. Bill leaped off the Thestral, helped Fluer off and rushed to Y/n. After confirming she was alive by pressing his fingers to her pulse, the oldest Weasley took the death eater into his arms and followed Fluer into the house. But not before telling Fluer to take her wand which had been discarded into a ditch.

“Wait here,” he said, placing Y/n in the care of Fluer by setting her on a bench outside the door, Bill entered to find the others gathered around an injured George. After the shock wore off of his brother’s state, Bill announced the death of Mad-eye and departure of Mundungus. Deepening the already intense mood.

“There’s something else,” he hesitated, eyes flickering to find everyone staring at him with unease. They watched Bill exit the house, only to return a second later dragging the last person they ever expected. Gasps rang out, wands drawn in Y/n’s direction. The witch barely conscious but fighting against Bill’s hold. Eventually succumbing to sleep once again due to the pounding in her head.

With the help of Remus, the two propped Y/n in a chair, casting a spell to bind her hands and legs. “Where’s her wand?” Remus urgently looked around, relieved to see the object in Fluer’s possession. He turned to Bill, “What the hell happened?”

As the oldest Weasley explained, Molly approached the woman, assessing her carefully. Y/n had dirt and grime in her hair. A small cut to her temple. Likely from a rock when she fell from the Threstral. Her breathing was shaky, pained groans escaping her mouth which Molly assumed was from trauma to her chest. Although the others were against it, Molly began performing healing spells on Y/n, “Had it not been for her my son would be dead! I do not care what side she is on--I shall offer the same courtesy.”

The group was alerted to Y/n’s consciousness twenty minutes later when she groaned. Shifting in the chair, her eyelids fluttered briefly before opening to bright lights. Moaning, Y/n straightened up aware of the audience in front of her, however she did not appear concerned. Even with several wands pointing at her. “Hmmmph,” she blinks a few times, settling her gaze on Remus, “what an unpleasant situation we have here. I hoped to be dead before experiencing this.”

It pained Remus to hear her words. Thinking back to that little girl he’d met on the corner of Diagon Alley with James, perched on Sirius’ hip. That little girl was gone. In her place was a woman with the Devil on her shoulder. “We don’t want to hurt you, Y/n.”

Tilting her head as though she found his statement funny, she replies “Is that supposed to make me feel at ease?” rolling her eyes she adds, “Surely you could’ve come up with something better.”

Remus sighed, realizing it was about to be a long night. “We’re willing to negotiate terms if you provide us with information. A lesser sentence if you will,” he chose his next words carefully, seeing her demenor shift, “so long as you are upfront and answer all of our questions with honesty.” Y/n’s face tightened, no longer humored. Remus felt his stomach lurch, not breaking the intense eye contact she set with him.

“You threaten me--.”

“It’s not a threat--,” he insists but Y/n continues.

“With a cell in Azkaban and expect me to comply? By being a snitch?” she shakes her head, eyes full of fury. “Go to hell, Remus Lupin.”

“It doesn’t have to be this way.”

“Oh?” She grumbles with a glare, “and how else do you suggest it be? I’m not stupid--a tad mad if we want to get technical, but you all have yourselves to blame for that.” Y/n was referring to the Order not taking her in during the First Wizarding War. Sirius warned them of his family and the Death Eaters recruiting her at a young age. Yet no attempt to protect Y/n was initiated.

The werewolf’s face fell, “Had we known--.”

“Known what?!” She jumped forward in her chair as the dam of pent up resentment and anger broke, making several flinch at the sudden movement. A few wands pointed up but she paid them no mind. “That I’d become a Death Eater against my will? That I’d be forced to use the Cruciatus Curse on the Longbottoms or face my sister’s wrath?” She spat with ferocity. Pupils nearly pitch black it made her appear demonic. “You knew what my family was like! Sirius knew--It’s why he left! And you did nothing to save me.” Leaning back in the chair, Y/n finished with, “Go ahead and kill me. I’m not telling you shit.”

Remus runs a hand through his hair, his patience running thin and stress levels rising. “Y/n, I’m trying to help you here. We’re giving you the opportunity to avoid a lifetime in jail if you help us--help us end this war.” When his efforts are exhausted Remus gestures to the man behind him, “Kingsley has Veritaserum and we will use it if necessary.” Now this has her smirking, chin raising in challenge.

“Go ahead,” her voice lowers an octave, sending chills along his arms, “I welcome you to.” Weary of her acceptance, the adult members of the Order all exchange looks before Kingsley approaches. Y/n tilts her head back, watching Kingsley unscrew the vial and pour the tiny amount of liquid onto her tongue. Once it’s entered her stream, the woman cracks her neck and returns her attention to Remus.

He clasped his hands in his lap, leaning in his chair. “How’d you know about tonight?”

Y/n pretends to think, “I think I saw an advertisement in the Daily Prophet. Yeah,” she nods her head, acting serious. “That was it.”

Remus’s own head falls to his chest, the others visibly confused. The potion was to make her tell the truth. Pretty much against her will. Thinking it may have not settled in yet, Remus asks another question. “Who told him we were moving Harry?”

Deciding to play along, Y/n shrugs her shoulders, “Yaxley.” Lie. She held back a chuckle at his confused reaction.

“How did he know?”

“Overheard it.” Lie.

“Where?”

“Diagon Alley I assume.” Lie.

“From who?”

“I don’t know.” Lie.

“But he’s the one who told Voldemort.” Y/n rolled her eyes at that, gesturing to her binded hands.

“Obviously since we’re sitting in this predicament.” She sees the frustration on Remus, as well as the others. Yet, the witch couldn’t help but feel entertained. “Anything else?”

“What’s your relationship to Severus Snape?”

“He’s my husband,” She didn’t miss the way the Order reacted to the news. Upset but not surprised. No point in lying. They already knew about their marriage from what Snape told her. The truth of why, however, was still a secret.

“Why did he kill Dumbledore?” Harry stepped forward, drawing her attention to him. Anger was written all over his face. Filled with absolute hatred. Something Y/n had expected when her husband murdered the man he looked up to.

“You were there, right?” she asked, head tilting with curiosity. “Snape mentioned you’d been below the observatory deck.” Tsking, Y/n surveyed him. She was getting under his skin. “Why do you think he did it?”

“I think he did it to save himself. He was a coward,” Harry saw the way her face tightened. Taking offense to his words. A mere speck of what someone could label as affection or respect to her spouse.

“Severus Snape is many things,” she sounded sinister, anger seeping off every word. “But a coward is not one of them.”

“Fat lot of good coming from you.” Harry antagonized her. “You hightailed it out of the ministry when Sirius died. He was your own cousin.”

“My cousin who left me a sitting duck for the wolves,” Y/n reminded the boy, temper rising. An indicator with how her voice was strained. “Let’s not forget you all thought he was responsible for betraying your parents. Didn’t even hesitate to believe he was guilty.” That cut them all deep. “And I adored Sirius at one point in life. Much like you, Harry Potter,” she let out a deep sigh, attempting to calm herself, “look at where it got me.” Exhaustion was beginning to take over the witch. Her body ached and there was a pounding in her head. Molly’s healing spells worked to patch any internal injuries Y/n had, but she still was drained from the whole ordeal.

They were getting off track. Having had enough of the tension, Remus butted in, “Answer the question, Y/n. Why did Snape kill Dumbledore?”

“I don’t know,” she simply stated. Lie. “He didn’t say. Although…I can only assume it was to spare my poor nephew.” Another shrug, “And survive the unbreakable vow. Which you already know of.”

Harry shook his head, “I don’t believe you.” His gut was telling him there was more to the story.

“Harry, she took the Veritaserum,” Hermoine pointed out gently, missing the flicker of amusement from Y/n. “She’s telling the truth.”

“Hermoine’s right, Harry,” Ron agreed, moving beside his friend. “There’s no way she could be lying.”

“How much did you give her, Kingsley?” Arthur questioned, also suspicious of Y/n’s answers. Kingsley held up the vial. More than half was consumed.

“Enough.”

“Something’s off,” he murmured, rubbing his chin. A bickering match ensued between members of the Order. Harry, Arthur, and even Y/n’s niece, Tonks, had difficulty believing Y/n told the truth. The majority, however, voiced opposition.

“Veritaserum is a very potent and strong potion, Harry,” Remus stood from his chair, but before he could say anything else, Y/n’s voice took over.

“Which you just wasted.”

Silence consumes the room. Processing what she said. That’s not possible.

Heads turning to the witch, Y/n starts to chuckle in delight. A sight unnerving to the Order as it becomes more deranged. Harry looked to his friends for an answer, but they were just as perplexed as him. Y/n’s voice turns taunting, “Oh my, you lot really are daft at times. Have you forgotten? Or did you believe it to be a rumor?” Her grin is wicked, finding the scene entertaining much to their dismay. “I’m a skilled Occulmens.”

It was as though the dementors arrived with how cold the air became. Everyone falters, stilling at the revelation. It could only mean one thing:

Everything Y/n said potentially was a lie.

The Death Eater tsked, “What do you think I did with all that time I had rotting in the middle of the ocean?” she laughs again, more menacingly. “Your little potion is useless! My mind is more protected than Azkaban. For all you know I fabricated everything I just told you.” Her taunting laugh continues, shredding the last ounce of patience the Order had for her.

Remus kneeled in front of her chair and smacked the table, causing everyone besides Y/n to flinch. “Enough of these games! I have tried to give you the benefit of the doubt knowing you’d been forced into this life, but you have proven to be not so different from your associates.” Now that was a nail to the coffin. Any and all of Remus’s hope for Y/n having some level of good in her gone. “This is your final warning--or we will throw you in Azkaban for the rest of your life for good!”

Never straying her stare, the Death Eater murmered cooly, “You have no idea how reasonable I’ve been.” This time it was Remus’s turn to scoff.

“Holding children hostage at the Ministry, attacking Hogwarts, marrying Snape, and sending assassins after the officials who locked you up,” He lists off, surprising the Order with the last detail. They had heard rumors of Azkaban guards and Ministry officials killed in the last few months, but assumed it was Bellatrix. “I don’t see how that’s being reasonable.”

Y/n gave a sound that was a mix of a chuckle and scoff, leaning forward in her chair. “Sending those assassins after them instead of myself was mercy.” A chill rose, Harry’s intuition telling him something was about to happen. “And despite your hypocrises and insults I have warned you time and time again to simply get out of my way.” Remus saw her hands fidget, tightening his grip on his wand.

“You’ve exhausted my patience,” Her voice lowered once more, almost to a whisper as her bottom lip quivered. “But I do hope you understand…that even now--with what’s about to happen…..” lips curled into a deathly smirk. “This is me being…reasonable.”

Faster than the speed of light, Y/n casts a non-verble, wandless spell that mimics a gust a powerful wind, ripping the binds off her hands and ankles. Remus flies onto his back, the lights flicker and burst. The windows and glass shatter. Papers fly. Hermoine screams, echoing amongst the shouts as Ron pulls her into his arms. Molly leaning over an injured George to protect him from shards.

Fluer gasps at the feeling of Y/n’s wand in her hand ripped from her. The death eater had snapped her fingers in the chaos with a non-verbal Accio.

With her wand now in her possession, Y/n unleashes another bout of wind, crippling the Order from attacking her. Once satisfied she makes her escape. Black smoke fills the room before flying out the window and into the night sky. The storm inside the burrow seizing.

“What the bloody hell was that?” Ron coughs, catching his breath.

“That,” Kingsley stands up straight, sore from colliding with the wall which knocked him down. “Was the closest thing to experiencing the Devil on Earth.”

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urfavsnia · 1 year

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cannot let you go

pairings : severus snape x fem! professor reader

summary : after hearing the news that lily is alive, you decide to break things up with him because you want him to be happy with her. however little do you know, lily is the last thing in his mind

warnings : angst, altruistic reader, jealousy

author's note : i seriously don't know what i did with this fic lmao

he was upset. you could tell that. and you could probably guess why he was so upset.

lily was alive. by now, everyone had come to know the fact that she was alive while her husband had actually died in that incident. she was being held captive by dumbledore and you could see that this fact upsetted him.

was. . was it the time to let him go? to let him go so that he could reconcile with the one he loves the most?

you knew that severus loved you. it had all started when you and he had to share your office when his got burnt due to an accident. and he did love you. but not the way he loved her.

you could attest to the fact that severus snape loved lily evans more than he loved you. this was how much you loved him. you could risk breaking your own heart just to see him happy.

"baby?" he croaked out once you hugged him from back, taking him by surprise. "are you okay?"

you nodded, allowing yourself to inhale his scent, the proximity because you knew he wouldn't be yours anymore soon.

"let's break up," you softly whispered and felt his body turn stiff.

"what did you just say?" he asked, letting go of your arms and looking into your eyes, "y/n, did i do something wrong?"

"no," you shook your head, wiping off the tears, "i just can't, sev. i-"

"please don't do this to me, baby," he pleaded, he actually looked like he would cry and your heart tore apart but then you reminded yourself that you're doing it for him. besides, lily was waiting for him. after your talk with her, you were surprised that she missed him too and wanted him back.

"severus please," you rubbed your forehead and looked away, "it was never meant to happen, anyway. we're worlds apart."

it was hard. so fucking hard for you to be there in front of him and not interact with him. to not hug him. to not touch him. and when you heard rumours of him reconciling with lily, your heart broke again. was it not what you had wanted? no point in crying anymore. you hated your altruistic self.

"y/n."

remus' voice caught you off your drift and you gave him a lazy smile as he sat down beside you. normally you avoided sitting with the rest of the teachers because of severus. but now that remus had come to your secluded corner, you couldn't possibly refute.

"you look shitty."

you rolled your eyes even though you knew he was right. you had not really been taking care of yourself much. truth to be told, you never did. it was your boyfr- your ex who used to do all of that for you.

"let's go for drinks tonight?" he asked, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

"not really," you picked up your food, "i am not in the mood, remus. why don't you ask anybody?"

"but i want to go with you!" he pouted, tugging the sleeve of your dress, "i don't know how you can refuse a pretty face like mine."

at his fake-cute expression, you couldn't help but burst out in laughter and suddenly you could feel his eyes on you. you blinked. there was no way he would be looking at you. not anymore.

"so tonight?"

"tonight," you agreed.

a little bit happy that you were back to normal human interaction, you walked to your chamber but unexpectedly, you found it open. mustering up all the courage you had, you entered only to find severus.

"w-what are you doing here?"

"why, you expected lupin to be there?" his jaw was ticked and he looked mad. but why?

"of course not," you answered, trying to make your voice sound steady.

"so now i understand why you broke up with me, y/n."

crap. did lily snitch on you?

"i- it was for your own good, severus."

"my own good?" he fake-laughed and grabbed your shoulders, the anger on his face looking scary yet making him look hotter, "how on earth is your flirting with lupin for my own good?"

you blinked your eyes.

"so you were talking about me agreeing to going out wi-"

"no way in hell are you going out with him!" he clenched his jaw, "i have had enough of you, y/n, enough of you! what did you think? you'll talk to lily behind my back and i won't find that out."

"i know you love her," your voice broke out, admitting it hurts and you turn away, "i know you still do. and i know that you'd have never broken up with me because you're far too noble for that. so i made the decision for you. i broke up with you so that you could be with lily."

he turned towards you and turning your face up kissed you. he kissed you. passionately. he was trying to memorise you. he was trying to make you understand that it's you whom he loved. not lily. you. just you.

"silly girl," he hugs you, placing your head near his chest, "i cannot believe you, y/n. all of this pain just because you thought i love lily? i cannot let you go, y/n. i love you. you. you. i love you."

you bit your lip, you want to cry, yet the tears won't come. you were oh so stupid.

a knock on the door interrupted you both and you realized who it must be.

"remus," you and severus both groaned. worst timing of the century.

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thetorturedpoetsintern · 2 months

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Severus and his constant internal fight with his father:

he will not make the same mistakes that Tobias did

he won't let himself cause his heart so much misery

he will not break the way Tobias did when Tobias fell so hard

he learned the hard way to never let it get that far

he lost his way and Tobias' voice kept pointing it out in his head

he cannot cry because he knows that's weakness in Tobias' eyes

he's forced to fake a smile or a laugh every day of his life

his heart cannot break as it wasn't ever whole to start with

he watch Tobias die, he heard him cry every night in his sleep

he was so young and Tobias should have known better than to lean on him

Tobias never thought of anyone else and just saw his own pain, never Severus, and now Severus cries in the middle of the night for the same damn thing

because of Tobias, Severus never strays too far from the sidewalk, he learned to play on the safe side so he doesn't get hurt, he finds it hard to trust not only himself but everyone around him and he's afraid

#kind of angsty i know #inspired from kelly clarkson's because of you #severus snape #snapedom #pro severus snape #severus snape angst

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lyraoftheevergreens · 3 months

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In The Morning

Chapter 5

Professor!Snape x Female Student Reader

Summary: What happens when Snape falls in love with a 7th year student at hogwarts just 8 years after the death of his first love. What will happen when she discovers the darkest sides of him and brings up trauma from her own past. Will she stay with him despite what she learns? Reader is of age.

Warnings: she/her pronouns. Mentions of eating, torture and murder

Age 13+

Word count: 1,600

Tag list: Open 🖤

Authors note: thank you to those of you who have waited years for this chapter, and welcome to those of you who are new.

For the sake of the story line Sinistra is not the Astronomy professor.

It was now the end of spring break and y/n found her self dreading the start of class after her blissful week in Severus is arms. There was no other place she ever wanted to be, she could have died and she would have been content as long as her death was in his arms. One week of just him, never having to leave his arms. She learned everything about him, his child hood. As she laid in his arms he caressed her gently and told her stories of his child hood. His talented mother and muggle father. She told him of her childhood. How it was growing up in manor. The disappearance of her sister Eloise. He held her every night into the day. The night terrors continued through the break, they were tolerable in Severus is arms. She woke up one night screaming and crying.

“I remember when Eloise left, she left a note on my bed. Dear sister, I love you but I must go, I hope you can find in your heart to forgive me, love Eloise.”

“I’m so sorry my dear.”

“That’s the issue though Sev, I don’t think she left. They did something to her. She has to be kept on the grounds someplace. She would have never left such a generic note. Love Eloise. Thats just not like her.”

“Where would they keep her.”

“The grounds are so large, deep underground. All the underground passages are connected, so large.”

“I believe I remember seeing them. How far do they go?”

“Far, all the way to grounds keeper’s shack. It’s the length of the house and then some. It’s all concrete, she would freeze to death down there.”

“Are you sure she could have just escaped.”

“Id love to believe that, but I know it in my heart, shes not safe. And it doesn’t help that I’m such a coward. I can’t go back Severus, I’ll be forced to marry, or worse.”

“You’re not a coward, you endured so much at that house.”

That was over now, it was a new week, back to courses, first class of the morning, potions. She put on her necklace from Severus and didn’t tuck it under her shirt she wore it out and proud. The man who loves her gave this to her and she loves him to. While they haven’t said it out loud to each other she knows deep inside that he loves her. As she entered the potions room and helped gather supplies for that mornings lesson as she always did Severus appeared behind her. He leaned down, lips to her ear,” are you sure you should be wearing that for everyone to see.”

“Yes, I’m certain.”

“You’re not worried about what people will say, question. Where you got it from.”

“Family heirloom.”

“Hmm.” The vibrations of his ‘hmm’ on her neck tickled, his lips kissed and nipped. His tongue soothed. She was ready for him to take her right then and there and that room but nonetheless, he adjusted her shirt for her and they went into the potions class room, she took her seat and others began to enter, Edith took her seat next to. “Nice hickey you have going on.”

“What?” Y/n questioned.

“Your hickey, it’s like you had a leach on your neck.”

“Oh my bad.”

“So who is the lucky lad you shagged over break.”

“Oh nobody. Just a strange reaction to something.”

“Oh alright, I suppose. Touch yourself to Snape plenty?”

“Ms. Y/l/n, Ms.Carrington am I interrupting something important.?” He said

“No, sorry professor.” Y/n replied quickly

“Professors pet.” Edith mumbled.

Class went on as usual. Y/n stayed behind and waited for the first years to arrive in class. She sat and watched as Severus made two first years leave the class crying.

“You’re so harsh on them.”

“I don’t see how, I shouldn’t have stuffer do to there idiocracy. You were so bright as a first year.”

“Yes because my parents wanted to make sure I wasn’t a reflection of their failures the way they saw Eloise.”

“I suppose so.”

She sat in his lap at his desk and ran her fingers through his hair, she loved his long black hair so much.

“I have something to tell you,”Severus began, “we won’t be able to meet in my quarters before dinner. I have things to discuss with Dumbledore.”

“Oh okay, I understand.” She responded, her hand now gently on his chest.

“I promise I rather be with you than that old fool.” She gently kissed his lips and said, “I know, I trust you.”

She carried on her day, lunch with Severus, herbology, defense against the dark arts, she studied for her OWLS with Edith and a few other girls in her sleeping quarters and walked with them to the great hall for dinner. She couldn’t take her eyes off Severus, scowling at Dumbledore the whole meal. Something’s happened and she knows it. She doesn’t even finish her meal and she’s off to Severus is living quarters, Edith is yelling for her and she doesn’t flinch, simply carries on. Once she enters it’s not long that Severus arrives as well.

“Tell me the truth Severus, what happened in your meeting with headmaster. I’m not an idiot, you were sat there scowling at him and not touching your meal.”

“I told him.”

“You told him what.”

“That I love you.”

“That’s lovely, you told him before you’ve told me.”

“Y/n-“

“Why would you do such a thing. You could have gotten your self fired. or worse sent to azkaban.”

“you have nothing to worry about, no such thing will happen, there are no laws in place about teachers and students and besides your of age.”

“I dont understand though Severus, why.”

“I wanted to learn more about your father. I never learned much of him even though I was in his home nearly once a week for meetings. Other than the fact that he has two daughters and a wife.”

“We have two house elves. My mother and father are both the last living relatives of their respective bloodlines. Besides Eloise, Lucy and I. So what else did you learn by visiting the headmaster.”

“I learned that Eloise is not your full sister. That your father killed his first wife.”

“I know. That’s why he has no problem marrying me off to someone who killed his own wife as well. My father is 15 years older than my mother. She was 16 when her father arranged for her marriage. Frankly they are match made in hell. They’re both just as cold and thats why my mother never cared to protect Eloise from my father. She always used to say that it was Eloise is mums fault that she got her self killed.”

“I swore to my self the first day you cried in my arms I would protect you till the day I die.”

“Severus, you simply can’t, believe me, i wish it was that simple.”

“Move in with me, if you’re with me at all times I can at least try.”

“Oh Severus, of course I will, but hold on we’re not finished discussing what happened between you and Dumbledore.”

“I had to find some way to protect you, after the school year, after the summer. I cant leave you alone at home unprotected. So I went to Dumbledore. He remembers your father from when he attended Hogwarts. Your father has begun training Lucy.”

“No, he couldn’t be, she’s only 9.”

“Now that you’re not returning home he needs to prepare her for the return of the dark lord.”

“Severus I have to do something, I have to protect her.”

“We will figure something out, together. For now you will stay here at Hogwarts where you are safe.”

“Why else did you tell Dumbledore about us?”

“He’s prepared to offer you a job, you will no longer be my assistant, the astronomy professor wishes to retire, you will take over for her in the next school year, but you must study under her from now on in preparation for the fall.”

“Severus, thank you.”

“Of course, I love you.”

“I love you too.” But she didn’t know how much Severus truly loved her, he would die for her if thats what it took to protect her. For now he knew she could go no where near y/l/n manor, who knows what torture they would inflict upon her.

~Severus’ meeting with Dumbledore ~

“Albus.” Severus began, as he entered Dumbledore office.

“How can I help you severus?”

“It’s Y/f/n.”

“Ah yes, her family is sending for her to be retrieved directly from the school the last day of term.”

“We need to protect her.”

“Severus.”

“Albus, they will kill her. I can’t loose her the way I lost Lilly.”

“Severus I warned you to be careful.”

“They will kill her, she doesn’t know it yet but they’ve killed her older sister Eloise.”

“I know, it’s a shame what happened to that poor girl. Does y/n know?”

“No she does not, and no one shall tell her. She has night terrors from what she witnessed in that house.”

“Severus.”

“Please, keep her safe.”

“It appears you are capable of doing that on your own.”

“She’s coming back with me to Hogwarts in the next school year then.”

“She’ll no longer be a student Severus. She can’t return.”

“Offer her a position here.”

“I suppose i could offer her the astronomy position, but she would need to study under professor Alveston and not you Severus.”

“That’s fine, I’ll discuss it with her. I’m certain she will accept.”

“In that case she begins in the morning, no time to waste I suppose.”

“No, I suppose not.”

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ms-snape · 9 months

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Hello

I never really tried to like the Harry Potter universe, until my best friend took an interest in it and dragged me into her obsession, and I think I'm in love with Severus Snape, actually I'm pretty sure of it. All this to say that if anyone is as obsessed with dungeon bats as I am, requests are open.

Why not

Please don't request Professor!Snape×Student reader It's kind of creepy for me.

btw: it could be any other character of hp I just like snape that's all

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yan-senna · 1 year

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I Used to Love You (Severus Snape)

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Severus Snape bumps into a childhood friend of his - Y/N Y/L/N. He has always had feelings for her, but was afraid to tell her. He learns that the feelings were mutual… But it’s too late now. Will they be able to move on?

This is a request from JeanTheBear on Wattpad. Thank you for your request!

I hope you enjoy!

Published: 5/3/2023

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I’m SO sorry about the delay! I just realised I haven’t posted anything in a month😩 Hopefully it was worth the wait!

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Word count: 1.5k

Warning: Angst - confessing one’s love too late

Severus Snape has a lot of memories he wishes he could remove from his mind. Most of them are from his childhood - his abusive father, Lily, his bullies… Though one memory appears more frequently than the others. It’s one of the very few pleasant ones - his time with his childhood friend, Y/N Y/L/N. They went to Hogwarts together, and she made his time there much more bearable, especially after what happened with Lily. Y/N was always there for him.

She wasn’t just a friend to him - in their last years of Hogwarts, he fell in love with her. He never confessed his feelings to her, though - he was afraid of her reaction if he told her. Besides, she would never love him back.

After they graduated, they unfortunately lost contact. Now, fifteen years later, he still thinks about her. He thinks about her every day and wonders how she is…

Right now, Severus is walking in Diagon Alley as he needs to get ready for the new school year. He needs to buy a new quill to grade the dunderheads’ papers…

As he’s too deep in thought, he realises too late that somebody is about to bump into him. He steadies himself before he can fall to the ground. He growls. “Watch where you are going-“ he snaps before he sees who just bumped into him. He widens his eyes. So does the other person.

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ensnapemysenses · 2 years

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i just want a sappy, angsty one shot where schoolboy!Sev has a crush on popular, pretty reader but he doesn’t feel like he deserves them and ends up confessing his feelings while having a breakdown in front of reader and they comfort him, confessing as well

(btw i love your writing style, you really are a gem to the community❤️)

Long Awaited Confession

Genre: Slight angst with a happy ending, fluff

Pairing: Student Snape x Student Reader

Warnings: some arguing, talking about bullying

Word Count: 999

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A/N: Thanks for liking my writing! It really means a lot! Lot's of love! <3

Severus has had a crush on (Y/N) since their first year at Hogwarts. They had befriended him on the train when they had sat beside him in the carriage, but their friendship quickly became – complicated. They had quickly risen in popularity and they were soon of the most popular students in the whole school. Severus, on the other hand, became as popular as a flobberworm the moment he set foot inside the castle. He had immediately been sought out as scum and was bullied profusely.

For some reason, they had not abandoned Severus, though their friendship became more distant with each growing year. They had their other popular friends, but they were the only friend Severus had and though he knows their friendship will always stay like this, a passing thought on their mind while meaning everything to him, he wishes they could see him as something more. He knows he doesn’t deserve them, but he wants them; more importantly, he wants them to want him as well. And so, he doesn’t know how he ended up here with them in the corridor, deciding that he is going to confess his true feelings to them and get it over with no matter what.

“Hey, Sev!” you say, spotting him huddled in the corner fiddling with the skin on his fingers. Severus looks at you and smiles, though you can tell it’s a nervous smile, not his usual happy smile, you decide to just ignore it.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he mutters, before taking a deep breath. “Could you walk with me for a bit?” he asks finally, cringing at his lack of social abilities.

“Sure! Where are we going?” you ask, curious to know what he has planned.

“Oh, I just wanted to go for a walk around,” he shrugs.

“Sounds fun! After you!” you say gesturing for him to lead the way.

Severus begins walking and (Y/N) falls in step beside him. They walk at a pretty slow pace, just taking in the sights of the castle. Instead of talking, it seems they are both just enjoying each other's company, as they walk in silence. Soon, they find themselves down by the lake and Severus sits down on the rocky shore, staring out at the water as the wind stirs it creating a rippling effect.

“(Y/N),” Severus starts, his mouth suddenly very dry, “I know I don’t deserve you as a friend –”

“Sev, don’t say that!” you plead.

“It’s true and you know it! You are so popular and I – I am nothing!” he says, his voice raised slightly. “Why do you even stay friends with me? You’ve got all your other more popular friends!”

“I – What?” you stammer, very confused at his sudden outburst of anger.

“Figures. You don’t even know what to say to me. Think about it, (Y/N). What do we even have in common?” he demands, his eyes suddenly wide and his teeth barred slightly. “You never even give me a second glance! Can’t you see that I – I like you and you probably don’t even give a damn about me!” he screeches, standing up and stomping over to the edge of the lake. He picks up a stone and chunks it in.

“Sev! Please don’t speak like that! You don’t understand!” you beg, willing your feet to move until you are standing next to him. He won’t even look at you, he just continues to stare off into the distance, seemingly lost in his own mind.

“I like you a lot and I am miserable having to hide it from you! I’m not hiding anymore, even if it means our friendship is over now that I’ve confessed. I don’t want to stay friends with someone who views me as disposable anyways,” he says his voice trailing off and tears falling down his face.

“Look at me!” you utter, firmly grasping his shoulders and turning his whole body so that he is facing you. “Severus Snape, you’re right. We don’t have much in common, hell, I don’t even know why I’ve stayed friends with you this long.”

At the end of your sentence, Severus’s eyes fall to the ground, and he hunches his back a bit in despair as his tears flow faster now. He is shaking and sniffling; he’s lost all control over his emotions. He struggles against the grip you have on his shoulders but he is unable to break your grasp.

“I KNEW IT –” he screeches before you place a hand over his mouth, effectively silencing him.

“Shut up for a moment! I’m not done speaking,” you say, glaring at him. “I was going to say that I don’t know why I’ve stayed friends with you for this long when for a long time, I’ve wanted to be more than friends… I like you too, Sev.”

The tears stop flowing in their tracks as Severus takes in your words. “Really?” he finally asks timidly, scared that you are just toying with him.

“Yes,” you reply with a nod, embracing him in a hug. His body melts into yours and as you pull back from the hug, you can’t help but glance at his lips. Taking a chance, you lean forward and hesitantly and gently kiss him. For a mere moment, he doesn’t return the kiss causing you to freak out a bit but just as you are panicking, he returns the kiss. It’s a soft and sweet one but it has your heart pounding against your chest.

“What will people say when they find out we are together? I can hear them now: Look at ugly Severus! Did he confund her? Perhaps he laced her drink with a love potion!” Severus mocks, a frown upon his face and his eyebrows scrunched together.

“I don’t care what anyone says!” you say, taking his hand in yours, and winking. “I will gladly show you off, my prince. With you by my side, I could take on the whole world!”

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strangesthirdeye · 3 months

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In The Afterlife (Severus Snape x Dead! Reader)

Summary: He welcomed his death like an old friend

Warning: It's Severus Snape, we love him. Heavy angst, he's dead, afterlife, death mentioned, blood, murder, Deathly Hallow part II, reader already dead, love, Peace

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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Severus is shaking as all his breath has been taken little by little, the pain is starting to sting and blood is pouring out of his neck. This is it, he's going to die leaving the wizardry world behind. Free from this heavy duty.

Severus let out a shaky breath and looked at Harry who was kneeling beside him while his hands stopped the bleeding on his neck.

"Look ... at ... me. ...” he whispered.

Harry stared at Severus solemnly.

"You have your mother's eyes" he whispered lowly but enough for Harry to hear what Severus said.

Harry was stunned and stared at Severus in shock. His mouth opened unexpectedly at what his old professor said. Now he feels guilty after all these years he hates Severus, how he accused Severus of being a traitor and everything.

The green eyes found the black, but after a second, something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank, and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more.

Harry leaned backwards and stared at the unalive eyes in front of him. Empty. No life in it. And he gave his condolences to Severus one last time before he and his friend left the boathouse.

Severus' dead body gradually turned pale as more blood and life came out of him. He didn't protest nor did he get angry but he let it go because he knew there was someone waiting for him on the other side.

"Severus" a feminine voice called him.

Severus opened his eyes slowly as a blinding white light shone in front of him. He groaned in pain and adjusted his eyes to match his surroundings. After a couple of blinking, he opened his eyes without any pain in his retina.

"Severus" a feminine voice called him again.

Severus looked around for the source of the voice and stopped when his attention was caught by a woman dressed in a simple white dress. You.

He was stunned and lost for words. It's been a long time since he met you after you died the same year as Lily Potter. You are still beautiful just like you are still alive only you look more mature just like him. He stiffened there. You always impressed him with various things, and that's made his heart skip a few beats when he was in school.

He didn't say anything about that. He tends to keep that to himself. He is afraid to admit that he has feelings for you. He is afraid that he will be rejected and insulted by you because who wants to be with Snivelius? Who in the right mindset wants to be with him? No one. That's why he kept it to himself.

"Severus" you called him again with that sweet smile that Severus adored.

He snapped out of his reverie and slowly approached you. He noticed that he was still wearing his black robe, only it looked clean and there were no traces of blood or dirt. He unconsciously reached out to his broken neck only to find that there was no blood or a big slit on his neck. He's clean and feels more alive than before. Severus' attention returned to you, and he finally got in front of you.

You looked upon his face with a gentle smile before reaching out to palmed his cheeks. "Hello, Sev"

Severus breath hitched in his throat when he heard your voice that he hadn't heard in a long time. His eyes tear up with tears as he leans his forehead against you and savoring your warmth that he misses.

He raised his hand and caressed your cheek with his thumb as he closed his eyes.

"Y/n...I'm sorry" Severus whispered somberly.

You stroked his cheeks and sighed lightly. "It's not your fault. I'm just in the wrong place at the wrong time, that's all."

"I was in the group that attacked Hogsmade, I didn't know you were there too" he whispered with a face wet with tears.

"it's not your fault, you didn't kill me but another Death Eater is. Besides, it happened a long time ago." you looked at his broken face.

He opened his eyes and backed away a little from your face. His eyes were red and his cheeks were wet and puffed with tears. He caressed your cheek unconsciously.

"I was stupid and young at that time.. I-" new tears started to fall. "I push you away from me even if you only want to help me.. I didn't get a chance to say my feelings to you" he hugged your small frames tightly.

"I know about that, Severus. I.. I also have feelings for you but I don't have the heart to tell you.. I feel so guilty for leaving you in that world while I am free from all problems. Not free from this feeling to you. Everytime I sit here I always think about you, your whereabouts and your safety. I always worry about you." you said in his ear.

Severus kept crying on your shoulder as you rubbed his back gently. Severus was not one to show his emotions to others. He always hides his emotions behind his stoic cold face. But then, he doesn't know why now all his emotions are clearly shown to you.

You sniffed and pulled away from Severus' arms to face his wet face. You smile watery. "now, we are together, nothing can stop us. No more Voldermort, no more Death Eater. Just us."

"just us" Severus muttered and then without a second thought, he leaned his face towards you and kissed you tenderly with a large amount of emotion inside one kiss.

You returned the kissed with more passion and put your hands on his shoulders. As your breath reached its limit, you both pulled away from each other and leaned your forehead against each other. Severus hands already on your waist.

Both of your eyes look at each other's faces with love in both of your eyes. This is it, your new world. And new feelings. Feelings that have been hidden for a long time finally come true at the end.

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heart-sized · 1 year

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daffodils — s. snape

★⺌◞ : severus snape x fem! wife reader

cw : fluff.

plot : fluff with no plot, basically.

masterlist // sev masterlist

“y/n, darling?” snape softly calls as he enters his room. he had promised you that he'll be home early that night to make up for all the sex that they had been missing out on just because of his workload. “forgive me, love. dumbledore wouldn't let me leave the meetings today.”

“y/n?”

it scared him. why were you not replying to him? you were one of the― fuck it ― you were the only good thing in his life and he'd rather die than lose you or make you unhappy.

“y/―”

there were you. asleep. and dressed in his cloak. he would not lie, the sight of you dressed in his cloak, made him unbearably hard. if only dumbledore had let him go home!

at least, he could kiss your forehead.

he leaned down to kiss your forehead when you blinked your eyes. “sev?” you mumbled in a hazy tone.

“yes, my love. sleep tight.”

“sleep?” you make a small protest, opening your eyes. “but i am dressed in this cloak just to fuck my husband."

“baby, you look tired,” snape kisses you lightly. “we can do it tomorrow. how about we just cuddle tonight?”

“you must be the first husband in the world to deny sex,” you roll your eyes but smile. “how was your day today?”

“awfully tired,” he responds as he undresses his cloak off and lies down beside you. “i kept on missing you. you should not be allowed to take leaves.”

“aw,” you turn to pinch his cheeks. “was my baby missing me?”

“y/n!”

“i love seeing you blush,” you confess, placing your hand on his chest.

“so do i,” he pecks your nose. “i don't know how i got so lucky with you.”

“we're so corny!” you laugh a little. “we sound like kindergarten kids.”

“baby, i don't know about you but i certainly don't act like one.”

“oh, of course,” you caress his face almost seductively. “yo―”

“―mommy! daddy!”

a small knock interrupts you both and you realize that it's your daughter outside. hurriedly, snape opens the door to see his little angel. “daddy, i couldn't sleep.”

“aw, my sweetheart, come. sleep with mommy and i.”

he lifts her up and places her beside you. “did you have nightmares, tulip?” you ask softly.

“yes, mommy! real bad!”

without a word, snape dutifully hugs her and cradles her in a lap, softly mumbling. you stifle a smile. you can never get tired of seeing him with her. it was so unlike of snape to act and yet he did. probably people with worse parents would be the best parents and he was the clear example of that.

“what? why are you looking at me like that?” he softly asks once tulip is asleep in his lap.

“you're the best, snape, the best. i love you so much! we love you so much.”

his eyes soften. probably these were the words he had always wanted to listen to.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆

give me your thoughts x the gif isn’t mine, divided by @newlips

warning - angst

You stand, arms folded in front of you. “I’m his wife, Albus.” You take a deep breath, staring at your husband from a distance. “I’m nothing more, not his love, not his partner, I’m just his wife, and in this situation, wife doesn’t mean we are a team and love each other.” You gulp, swallowing the lump in your throat as you turn to look at the older man. You give a pained smile. “I’ve been in love with him since we were kids, but he will always love her, and… I’m okay with that as long as he is safe. That was why we married… for his safety.” You quickly wipe the stray tear that falls down your cheek, and you look away from Albus, missing the sadness in his eyes.

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ay0nha · 1 year

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Newton's Laws of Potion | Severus Snape

Thank you anon for the request!

Pairing: Severus Snape x femme!reader (Ravenclaw)

Word Count: ~1.5K

Warnings: Not movie/book timeline accurate, slowburn, touch-starved Snape of sorts, etc. Unrelated title that I pulled out of my ass

A/N: I’ve strayed slightly from the original request, but I’ve officially done it lmaoooo...it’s on the shorter side, but this was a fun brain break to write. Might have to do a part two yule ball sm sm, but no promises. Enjoy and thank you for the encouragement! Especially @sempervenefica :))

Also if you have a better title name, lmk (my default is puns because I love them)

Her unrefinement showed in her teaching methods which only aided in how she got under Severus' skin with little effort. Most new hires he wasn't fond of, but her, she created her own, distinct category of bothersome. There was always a problem she presented him with a solution at the ready. It was all a ploy to remind Severus what she thought of him, something he never asked for, let alone desired.

Severus watched her polished finger move from left to right across the paper, repeating the recipe of the potion as if he hadn't come up with it himself, "...Here, this is where I'm confused..."

Reading it back himself, he saw how she questioned his key ingredient. The very thing that took him too long to discover. He earned his title rightfully and the muggle-born witch thought otherwise.

Only continuing to add to the onset headache he felt, she said, "By adding the live element of the plant, you leave too much room for error on part of the students."

"Good," He bit lightly, "It'll weed out the true talent."

"They are getting confused and with this," She presented yet again her premade solution, "It's the exact same outcome without your repercussions."

"You're creating a primitive potion."

"An age-appropriate one," She countered.

Rarely did she back down from his scowl. It became easier once she began tutoring the children that sought out her help, too afraid to approach the Slytherin. Rather, the Ravenclaw would use her personal time to make sure every student demonstrated the skills needed in order to face Snape yet again.

"Do you question my teaching methods?"

His eyes scanned her for honesty, eyes landed on the various patterns of ink that were collected on her skin. He realized now he'd never been able to make each image out as clearly as he could now. Her appearance now reflected how most thought of her when she was first introduced by Dumbledore a handful of months prior; callous, harsh, and adversarial. Soon enough, the stigma around her ink-littered skin broke due to her true demeanor which showed nothing but warmth and virtue.

Severus wanted to be disappointed, but vexation filled him instead. Especially since his eyes lingered on the art that spread across the top of her chest, just below her collar bones that reflected a snake being tormented by an eagle.

How fitting, he thought.

"I never posed a question."

Severus paused for a moment, running through their conversation quickly, then posing a question of his own to cover his blunder, "Then what do you propose as a solution?"

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The knock came before her question as she peered into Snape's office, "Now a bad time?"

Severus held his time alone dearly. It was the moment for reflection and for contemplation and making different concoctions was like his version of mediation. It was a safe haven that he rarely, if ever, shared with others.

Yet, as if knowing this, she entered after hearing silence as his response. She already went into talking, like she always had. She rambled on about something he hardly listened to as he continued on, but he stopped when he finally decided to glance up at her.

In her arms, she held various items all of which were clearly newly bought. There were vines hanging down to her waist while she balanced the spiced and dried goods. It was as if she'd come bearing gifts for him. He was quick to move and catch something that teetered on her forearm.

"Where did you find this?" He tried to hold back how impressed he was once he read the label of the opaque bottle. It was an expensive item, one that many would begrudgingly give away.

"Mr. Mulpepper's."

"That is a dark place." He frowned at the thought of her wandering Knockturn Alley. No doubt, she could protect herself, but she seemed to gravitate towards the mischief.

"They speak very highly of you there."

He hummed as he began to roll up his sleeves in preparation. It wasn't the first time Severus had heard or been told she spoke about him. His students were the first to whisper about it, wondering about the nature of the relationship besides the professional one they required all due to the rumors she spread.

They were kind comments, nothing explicit. She talked of his intelligence, but also his ridiculousness. It aided in humoring the students, but as the handful of weeks went on it became a usual conversation topic. It made Snape's skin prick.

Severus was methodical in the way he finely chopped each plant she had to offer, his earlier concoction entirely forgotten and put aside. He could make out now which potion she was attempting to amend. He wanted to replicate her idea to see how it worked for himself, but there was no seed of doubt.

She was the reason for the improvement in his classroom. There was less time spent on silent stares after he posed a question and actual answers, suggestions, and solutions. Her cleverness reflected her intelligence, but it made Snape feel as though she'd be better off suited next to him and his fellow Slytherins. But having her close like she was now was enough for him to realize that desire was purely selfish.

"This potion does not require you to stand so close," Snape's voice was low, betraying how it had actually felt to have company other than students.

"I'm simply observing."

Her stance was firm, peering over his shoulder and watching just how delicate he was with his movements.

"You don't need a book?" The question was rhetorical in a sense as she asked it. It was just a way to acknowledge how awestruck she was by his fluidness.

"No."

His responses were always simple, but they became more frequent which she valued. Although she wasn't sure if they could consider each other friends, she accepted the unorthodox progress they'd made. She never shied away from him, even at the start, but the progress helped her bold statements stick and her actions more spirited.

"May I?" She reached over another question that held no respect for a response.

Severus went to protest, but when he felt her fingers on his own take hold of the mortar and pestle, his words got caught in his throat. The world of witchcraft and wizardry was something Severus well understood, he needed to in order to exist and exceed within it. However, the feeling that traveled like a spark from his fingers to the pit in his chest couldn't be explained by the world around them.

"I heard you were chaperoning the Yule Ball," She started tentatively, hoping the two could carry a conversation longer than a few seconds.

"Correct."

He watched her every movement. He wanted to step in, and take over again as her eyes were on his as she measured by feeling. But as he was further learning she had an innate ability to pick things up. Just the other day Severus saw how the students invited her to a practice of quidditch and he noticed how it seemed like she was letting them win.

After a few rounds, though, students grew more confident and bold in their game, making her balance questionable. He told himself he wouldn't interfere, but it started to look dangerous. With the slight help of a spell he whispered, she hadn't landed as harshly as she was supposed to.

"I am as well," She gave him a soft smile that caused a quick swirl to appear in his chest, but it faded just as quickly when she added, "Lockhart invited me, told me how it's pointless to go without company.”

"You'd be better off going alone." It came out as a criticism, but it was meant as cordial advice.

Finally, though, he was able to hear her laugh directly. It was fleeting, more like a quick breath out the nose, but it was a laugh. His eyes broke from her tattoo covered hands to her face to see if there would be a remark otherwise.

"He's not all bad now, is he?" She joked lightly, the potion finally resembling a color the two recognized as correct, "He means well most of the time."

"I believe you are too kind to him."

"Perhaps." She mulled over the thought. She wasn't unfamiliar with the comment, it was one that followed her most of her life and offered her the most consequences.

However, Severus wasn't one to withhold his opinion. It was usually one that held validity. Meaning now, as she poured the mixture into the small glasses she'd set aside, it was something she'd take into consideration.

As expected, there was just enough for the two professors that collaborated to make it. She wafted the scent, making sure it was adequate enough to ingest. Severus was still taking a moment to catch up to how quickly the blend had been made and now left only one option before him.

"Come on, then," She instructed as she held the dark compound for him to accept, "You're going to have to learn to trust me at some point."

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