The “Snape should have gone to therapy and deal with his issues so he didn’t take them out on other people” thing annoys me so much! Because:
Even if therapy was available in the wizarding world…
Even if it was the traumatised person’s sole responsibility to make sure they are healed…
Even if the books were set in a time and in a country where therapy was readily available and something people just “got”…
…I still want to ask these privileged, pampered snaters one thing:
HOW?! How would someone who has been a double agent basically their whole adult life, guarding not just their secrets but even their thoughts and their mind from every other human being go to therapy? HOW!?
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Neurodivergent Snape Week: Coping
Summer was the worst. The hot, humid air clung to his skin, making the clothes he preferred--those that covered every inch of skin apart from his hands and face--unbearable. At 14, he couldn’t even do a cooling charm on himself at home. Just as the heat clung to him, so did his father’s eyes.
Whenever Tobias was home, he fixated on Severus. He didn’t like for his son to be alone in his room, claiming he might be up to something untoward, and whenever they were together, Tobias found things about Severus to criticise.
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How would Severus react to his s/o joining the Order?
How would Severus react to you joining the Order...
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You were weary about telling him in the first place. Severus' reactions to news was always up in the air. You thought back to the time you told him you wanted a cat, by bringing a cat home. He did not take that news very well. But the news this time wasn't lighthearted like adopting a new furry friend.
You took your time closing up your classroom for the day. Having dinner with Severus was the last thing you wanted to do right now. Lying was not your forte, and lying to Severus was even more difficult. You knew that you would crumble the second he asked you how your day was.
You had nothing left to do in your classroom, so you had no choice, but to make your journey to your shared chambers. You dragged your feet as you turned the corner to the hallway leading to your chambers. You clenched your fist with one hand as you turned the doorknob with the other. The door swung open and you were instantly hit with the scent of roasted chicken. Closing your eyes, you took in the scent.
After changing into your evening clothes, you walked into the kitchen. Severus was standing behind the counter preparing two plates of dinner. He greets you with a smile and a kiss on the forehead before setting the dinner plates on the dining table. The two of you sit on opposite ends of the table. You each relish the silence for a few moments, enjoying the first few bites of dinner.
Severus breaks the silence as you take another bite of food.
“How was your day, love?” He asks.
You look up from your food and think for a few moments. You clear your throat before speaking.
“It was good.” You begin “We began talking about why muggle’s need electricity today… It was an amusing topic.”
You took another bite of chicken as you thought carefully about your next words.
“There’s something else I've been wanting to speak to you about, dear.”
“Hm?” Severus’ eyebrow raised.
“I’ve been speaking with Minerva lately…” You took a deep breath “Things are getting scary again… and I think…”
Severus let you speak. He’s always let you speak. You watched him take a drink of his wine as he let you collect your thoughts.
“I’m joining the Order, Sev.”
He swallowed roughly as he looked at you with a confused face.
“The Order?”
Your breath hitched as you tried to read his expressions to understand how he was feeling. Severus stopped looking at you as millions of thoughts raced through his mind.
“I’m not going to just stand back when things go to hell, Severus.”
“But do you not understand what position that could put me in, Y/N.”
You were aware of the possible danger that came with joining the Order. Your husband was doing his duty by helping Albus, so why couldn’t you do your part?
“It’s not that I doubt your strength or your courage.” His hands grip his wine glass.
The room is silent for a few moments. You watch as his eyes dart across the room as he thinks about what to say next.
“I walk on shards of glass every day. If Voldemort suspects… If he even hints that my loyalties are divided–”
“Do you doubt me, Severus?” You interrupt him sharply.
Severus pauses, his expression changing to one of quick regret as he turns to you, his eyes softening. There’s a moment of silence as he chooses his words carefully.
“No, Y/N. It’s not you I doubt. My fear… it isn’t of your loyalty or your capability. It’s the thought of you in harm’s way that I cannot bear.”
You search his face, trying to understand the depth of his concern.
“Severus, I know the risks. But I cannot let fear dictate our actions. We do this together.”
You gripped onto his hand for reassurance. You understood that this decision would most likely have its consequences, but it was a choice you were willing to make. You watched Severus think through his thoughts before finally looking at you.
Severus finally let out a sigh, the tension easing from his shoulders as he allowed a small, resigned smile to grace his lips– a rare and precious sight.
“Somehow, you always manage to convince me,” he admits, his voice soft, laced with a mixture of admiration and affection. “Your determination… it’s impossible to argue against.”
He squeezed your hand gently, a silent acknowledgment of the path you’ve chosen. “Together, then.”
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The double standards of snaters isn’t new, but I felt this was on another level. Apparently if you’ve sacrificed everything, for a good cause, including your life and soul, you can still get an F if you decide to draw your last breath in an unapproved way. So prepare carefully, in case one of these people are at your bedside when the time comes.
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