#st severus and the post that never dies

[st-severus]

they're at it again

#st severus and the post that never dies

[kalainthecanoe]

Little Ficlet that I may or may not be pursuing once Trophy and Wolves are done:

Post-War, back to Harry Potter Universe, but an AU for obvious reasons.

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Remus doesn't know why he saved Albus's murderer.

He saw Harry and followed him, and he could smell the blood and sour rotting flesh from a venom infection from the doorway. Severus Snape was choking on his own blood and he acted before he could stop himself. Spells flew, one right after the other. Over and over again he casted even though he could see that Snape had already given up on his life. He released his memories for Harry to scramble to pick up, but Remus didn't let him go.

It's probably vindictive; he wants Snape to have to see his trial. He wants him to face what he's done and pay for it. Death is too good for him, too unfair for the man he had once trusted. He had felt personally betrayed by the news of Severus defecting to the dark side, because he had vouched for him far longer than anyone else. Everyone had given up on him, but Remus couldn't. Not until Albus died.

Keeping him alive is like a form of torture, but Remus doesn't stop to think about that. He stabilised him as much as he could before he aparated them away. He didn't think much about where he was going, just that he needed a place with a bed and a healer. Myrradin's Town would have to be good enough.

He startled the poor healer terribly when he demanded her strongest antivenin, but he refused to tell her who the patient was. Thankfully he had enough change in his pocket to pay her. The room above the bookstore used to be his, and the owner told him he was always welcome there. He couldn't take advantage of the owner's generosity for longer than a half a year, so he ended up leaving even though they urged him to stay. He was grateful that the offer still stood firm, otherwise he'd have no where to bring the half-dead Death Eater.

What was he doing? He should be back on the battlefield, helping the other order members. Instead he was playing nursemaid to someone whom anyone else would have left for dead. He should have contacted Dora and let her know, but he didn't want to risk it. If he took Snape to St. Mungo's, there was a chance they'd let him die. He wasn't about to harbour a fugitive for nothing.

He had to run out twice more for healing potions, and the healer was highly suspicious by the end of his second transaction. By the third she insisted she come with him to check on the patient. He told her it wasn't safe and she could get in a lot of trouble. He admitted it was a schoolmate of his, at least to garner some sympathy from her, before she stepped in the room and took stock of the pale, barely breathing, body of the Potion's Master.

"We need more than this." She looked shell shocked, but her training kicked in and she started to move as if on instinct.

"Please." Remus grabbed her arm as gently as he dared. "Don't tell anyone."

"I am a healer. I will not do anything to jeopardize the ill." She assured him, and then left to gather some more supplies.

Remus didn't even tell his wife where he disappeared to on most days. The war was over and no one knew he had left the battlefield. Only Harry, and he was too busy coming to terms with the fact that he'd finally killed Voldemort to really focus on anything else. It wasn't until Remus was called into an emergency meeting of the Order that his extracurricular activities came to light.

"The body of Severus Snape was never located." Kingsley admitted solemnly. "Given what we know now, it is difficult to know what to do with his trial."

Remus’s head had snapped up at the mention of the Potion Master's name. "'Given what we know now'?" He repeated cautiously.

"He gave his memories to Harry." Minerva spoke up with a brittle voice, looking hollowed out by the news. "He was loyal up until the very end. Albus knew he was dying and asked Severus to be the one to kill him. It was to trick the Death Eaters into thinking he was on their side."

Remus blinked at her rather stupidly, voice faint and echoing in his skull like it was coming from the end of a tunnel. "What are they going to do if they find him?"

"He's in grave danger." Kingsley confessed. "Both sides will probably want him dead. If he isn't already."

Remus was thankful his wife wasn't there, because he knew she was already losing trust in him. He didn't know why he was so willing to destroy his marriage for someone who probably would have never lifted a finger to help him if the tides were reversed. Was it remaining guilt from their childhood? Was it because they were the only two left alive from back then? Did he still have pathetic hopes to become friends, despite his epic failure during his time teaching at Hogwarts?

"I know it's a shock to hear." Minerva announced to the room at large. "It is… an unfortunate circumstance in a long line of problems we must now sort through. Any information you hear would be welcome."

Remus trusted a lot of these people with his life, but he only trusted Minerva McGonagall with this. He caught her after the meeting and immediately sequestered her away to a place they wouldn't be overheard. Harry hadn't attended this meeting, and Remus was concerned about him, too. He should be checking in on him; he was the last of his remaining guardian figures. He really was cocking this all up, wasn't he?

"I know where he is." He explained in a rush. "He's at-"

"-Show me." She cut him off gravely.

He nodded, mouth and throat dry as they left Grimmauld Place and he apparated her to Myrradin's Town.

"He's in a bad state." Remus warned her. "He has yet to regain consciousness."

"You've been looking after him yourself?" Minerva was in her Headmistress mode; tone firm and looking only to extract pertinent information.

"No. There's a healer here who I trust. Her name is Vervania Towry."

They ascended the stairs to the top of the library, the hum of magic and potions thick in the air. Minerva only hesitated for a moment to collect herself before she swung the door open to find Vervania hovering over Severus, who was very much awake, trying to kick and wriggle out of the restraints she'd placed him in.

"He's confused and combative." She looked at Remus with frustration in her eyes. He must have hit her hard in the cheek; it was red and bruised. "I don't know what he's trying to say. His throat still needs to heal more and he's making his wounds worse."

Minerva flew into motion, moving up to his side and grabbing hold of his face so he would look at her. "Severus! Calm yourself!"

He froze, but it was only for a moment before he wrenched his face away and glared into the wall away from all of them.

"Is he always this difficult?" Vervania asked in exasperation.

"Yes." Minerva and Remus agreed simultaneously.

"My name is Vervania Tawry." The healer introduced herself to Minerva, and then turned to Remus. "Do you trust her? Does he trust her?"

"I do." Remus nodded, and gave Severus a disapproving frown when he continued to ignore the three of them. "And he should."

"Then, I need to make you both aware of something very important and extremely delicate." She stepped back towards Severus and started to undo the buttons visible that she could get to under the magical restraints. He didn't do anything to stop her, but he turned to give her a particularly nasty glare.

She stepped back to reveal a large wound in his shoulder that was covered in gauze and taped onto him. That should have been his first clue; the wound wasn't healing. The second clue was the smell that had been hidden under the potent acrid scent of poison and infected flesh. The third, and most telling, was the fact that she carefully pulled back the bandages and showed them that the wound was a bite mark.

"The only reason why I think he survived is because of this." She told them seriously. "It must have been very shortly before his attempted murder. I fear he will turn on the next full moon, and if that happens I have no idea how his other wounds will fair…"

If Remus were holding something, it would have fallen from his frozen fingertips.

Severus Snape was a werewolf.

#remus x severus #kala writes #wolfprince #harry potter fandom #severus snape #remus lupin #snupin #ceoofsnupin #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfcition #werewolf #werewolf au

[ao3feed-scorbus]

Lost Without You

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by riddikulus_puff

Jeanie Hermione Potter-Malfoy was born into the large welcoming family to her parents, Scorpius and Albus Potter-Malfoy, and she was almost the exact spitting image of her Grandmother, Hermione Malfoy. It was as if all of the Potter and the Malfoy genes skipped over Jeanie and she inherited everything from her Grandmother Hermione. But regardless of who she looked like, her favourite family member would always be her Grandfather Draco.

Though from looking through all of the family photograph albums, Jeanie could tell that something was seriously wrong with her Grandfather. He looked different in all of the memories, and now he looked less like the person in all the photographs. He had been diagnosed with a Muggle illness called Alzheimer's Disease just a couple of years after Jeanie was born and it impacted his memories, every day, slowly taking Granddad away from all of his loved ones.

Jeanie never understood what was truly happening with her Grandfather's head but she knew that both herself and her Grandad would do anything to distract and pretend that he wasn't dying and that in fact, he was all okay.

Words: 765, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy, Lyra Malfoy, Original Malfoy Characters (Harry Potter), Malfoy Family (Harry Potter), Albus Severus Potter, Original Potter Family Characters (Harry Potter), Potter Family (Harry Potter)

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter

Additional Tags: Alzheimer's Disease, Death, Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Past Character Death, Sad, Angst, Sad Ending, Sad and Happy, Light Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Angst and Feels, Angst and Tragedy, Draco Malfoy Dies, Grandfather Draco Malfoy, Grandmother Hermione Granger, Dad Scorpius Malfoy, Gay Male Character, Dad Albus Severus Potter, Post-Canon, Post-Hogwarts, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Harry Potter Next Generation, Not Canon Compliant, Not Beta Read, Memory Loss, Memory Related, Hospitals, St Mungo's Hospital (Harry Potter), Childhood Trauma, Children, Children of Characters, Adult Hermione Granger, Adult Draco Malfoy, Adult Scorpius Malfoy, Adult Lyra Malfoy, Adult Albus Severus Potter, POV Female Character, Minor Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Minor Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, LGBTQ Character, Love, Family, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Friendship/Love, Friendship, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Best Friends, Parents Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Married Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Established Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Married Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, Parents Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, Grief/Mourning, not HEA, Not Happy, Not A Happy Ending, Trauma, Gay Scorpius Malfoy, Gay Albus Severus Potter

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#ao3feed #fanfic #scorbus #harrypotter #scorpius #albus

[ottogatto]

Is Snape evil for "outing" Lupin?

The HP fandom is divided on what is supposed to be an important crime. Snape haters argue that Snape outed Lupin because he was an evil bigot who wanted to ruin his life, while the Snapedom answers that Professor Lupin didn’t deserve to remain a Defense teacher anyway given the numerous ways he has failed his duties and proved he couldn’t be trusted with the lives of children.

However, one could point out that Snape never argues he exposed Lupin’s secret for those rightful reasons. Instead, all we got is Lupin’s opinion on it: he thinks his secret was exposed because Snape snapped (lol) when he didn’t get his Order of Merlin after all. Well, given all the constant defamation Lupin uses where Snape is concerned (coupled with gaslighting), it’s easy to know he twisted the truth yet again—although by all means, Snape should have gotten his Order of Merlin anyway.

The problem to both anti and pro arguments is that... we don’t know why Snape "outed" Lupin as a werewolf. He never tells us, and we can only guess based on the facts. So the big question we could ask is:

Is outing Lupin as a werewolf fundamentally evil?

In my opinion, that’s a no, and here’s why.

Lupin was a Defense teacher. Given Voldemort cursed the position, we know he was going to suffer the price of the Defense jinx at the end of the year—one way or another. Professor Snape has been a teacher for 12 years at this point, so he’s seen at the very least 12 teachers suffer the consequences of the jinx. In particular, Lupin’s most recent predecessors met a very gruesome fate: one was possessed and tortured by Voldemort until he died by Harry’s hand (Quirell), the other was dumped in St Mungo’s with extensive, incurable amnesia (Lockhart). So we know Lupin was doomed to suffer... potentially, a lot.

It’s by revealing Lupin’s secret lycanthropy that Snape channeled the curse of the Defense post in the safest way possible.

As Lupin says in HBP, it does not make a big difference that people know he’s a werewolf... as the news would have gotten out anyway. Many students before Harry have already learned how to recognize (and kill) a werewolf. I’m sure many already knew Lupin’s secret. In fact, we know Hermione knew he was a werewolf, and yet... nothing happened to Lupin. Just because people could suspect he was a one, does not mean he was bound to be yeeted out the doors.

Being able to leave Hogwarts unscathed after all the shit he’s done and assuming the role of Defense teacher? That’s a miracle.

Now, we could argue that it might not have been Snape’s intention to save Lupin from an especially gruesome consequence of the Defense curse. Nevertheless, how can you explain otherwise that he never revealed Lupin’s true, darkest secrets to the public?

Indeed, Snape learned that:

- Lupin used to roam Hogsmeade and the Hogwarts grounds as a werewolf for the last three years of his education, every month, having many near misses (= nearly killing/infecting people) just because he wanted to have fun + he hid this from Dumbledore out of selfishness and cowardice

- he withheld capital information that could have saved us lots of trouble for a year; even though, as he admits, he wholeheartedly believed Sirius to be James and Lily’s murderer and got evidence of his dangerosity (slashing the portrait of the Fat Lady, tearing Ron’s curtains apart and standing over him with a twelve-inches long knife, etc), Lupin never told Dumbledore that Sirius was a dog Animagus, or that he knew all the secret passages to Hogwarts, or even about the Marauder’s Map, all because of moral weakness (he didn’t want to admit a schoolboy mistake and wanted to look good in front of Dumbledore)

- his negligence over his lycanthropy management (not drinking Wolfsbane even though he had a whole week for that, not remaining in the Shack for his transformation) nearly had Harry, Hermione, Ron and Severus (three students and a Hogwarts professor) either mauled, infected or killed. Imagine the parents ever learned that Lupin the werewolf nearly killed the Boy Who Lived?

- he cancelled the homework on werewolves just to avoid getting spotted even though it could save kids from people like Greyback or Lupin himself in case forgot his Wolfsbane (+ it would have been an opportunity for Lupin to break down lycanthrophobic ideas by adressing them instead of perpetuating ignorance/fear, and as such, prejudices on werewolves)

Now, those are valid reasons to fire Lupin, or at least force him to resign. Snape totally had the capacity to tell the parents about it. Only, Lupin would probably have to worry far more than for a few angry owls.

The fact that Severus did not tell the parents the whole truth and effectively protected Lupin by keeping his darkest secrets shows that Snape is far more than a solely petty character.

When you couple that with the fact Snape basically allowed Lupin to escape the Defense curse as safe and sound as possible... you realize that Snape truly seemed to want the best for Lupin.

The craziest thing is that there’s evidence of Snape’s willingness to protect Lupin. Remember: in DH, even though Dumbledore has just told Snape to "play your part well", Snape risks his DE spy cover just to save Remus Lupin from a Death Eater’s wand during the Battle of the 7 Potters, even though Lupin would kill him on sight if he could. Granted, Snape misses and hits George’s ear instead (whoops), but that’s the true Snape there. Stupid, but incredibly brave (you Gryffindor).

TL:DR: Severus "outing" Lupin as a werewolf is an act of mercy and saved his life.

#severus snape #remus lupin #pro snape #werewolf lupin

[gaygryffindorgal]

► basics;

Full Name: August Drustan Macnair

Birthday: January 9th, 1960 (capricorn)

Pronouns: he/him

Sexual Orientation: bisexual

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Blood Status: Pureblood

Nationality: British

► magical info;

Wand: Sycamore and phoenix feather core, 14 and a half inches, unyielding

Patronus: Black Mamba

Patronus Memory: Memories of his girlfriend Libby

Boggart: His brother Walden berating him and calling him pathetic and useless.

Amortentia: (What do they smell like?): Forest, smoke, ink

Specialized/Favourite Spells:

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: E

Charms: O

DADA: O

Herbology: A

History of Magic: E

Potions: E

Transfiguration: E

Electives:

Arithmancy: E

Alchemy: O

► background;

Place of Birth: St Mungo’s, London

Home: The Macnair ancestral home

Pre-Hogwarts:

August spent his childhood at his family’s ancestral home. As a child, he was relatively close with his brother Walden, though later their relationship deteriorated. The boys’ father always favoured his elder son to August and it affected the brothers’ relationship. August was never close with his parents and grew to be independent and aloof.

► physical;

Faceclaim: Freddy Carter

Eye Color: Blue-ish

Hair Color: Brown

Height:  6′ (185cm)

► relatives;

Father: Arvilian Valdemar Macnair

The patriarch of the family and a supporter of Lord Voldemort. Arvilian dies when August is 14, leaving his eldest son Walden as the head of the family.

Mother: Clarice Nicoletta Macnair (née Rovere)

Clarice is from a pure-blood Wizarding family of Italian origins. She supports Lord Voldemort and wants her sons to join his cause. After the death of her husband, she continues to live in the Mannair ancestral home and help Walden run things.

Brother: Walden Arvilian Macnair

August is not close with his brother. Walden is eight years olden than August and the favourite of their parents. While he doesn’t excel academically, he shows great loyalty to his family and Lord Voldemort’s ideals. Walden becomes an executioner for the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, complimenting his violent disposition. He joins the Death Eaters sometime during the 1970s.

Faceclaim: Jack Farthing

► relationships;

Allegiances: The Macnair family, Slytherin House, The Death Eaters

Canon friends: Avery, Mulciber, Wilkes, Rodolphus Lestrange, Bellatrix Black, Evan Rosier, Severus Snape

Rivals: The Marauders

MC Friends: (hmu if you want your MCs to be friends with August)

Sybil Vixen by @endlessly-cursed​

Love Interest: Libby Clifford by @potionboy3

August and Libby have a tragic romance during the First Wizarding War.

Faceclaim: Madelyn Cline

► personality;

Positive Attributes: intelligent, effective, brave, independent

Negative Attributes: distant, calculating, untrustworthy, callous

► misc;

Hobbies: Duelling

Extracurriculars: Duelling club

Quidditch: n/a

Favourite Subject: Charms

Post-Hogwarts:

August joins the Death Eaters after Hogwarts and takes part in the war. He’s a talented duellist and ruthless in a fight. Unfortunately for Voldemort, August is not a fanatical believer of his cause. He only fights for Voldemort because that’s what he’s been raised to believe but begins to question his choices as the war drags on. He doesn’t have any interest in advancing in the ranks and he just wants to keep the few people he cares about safe. Before he can truly be redeemed though, he dies fighting the Order of Phoenix just months before Voldemort’s defeat and the ending of the war.

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#marauders era #marauders era oc #hp oc #harry potter oc #original character #august macnair #*mine #*profile

[vsilas]

Okay.... hear me out. T4T post-war Snarry where substance use starts them on the path to cracking their eggs and meeting as new people who are ready to give each other a second chance. A sickeningly self-indulgent fic idea, pure rambling. Target audience: me and me alone.

Transfemme Snape is on probation after the Death Eater trials and is stripped of her magic. It's temporary and much better than Azkaban but it also means that Snape is essentially a Squib for three years following the sentence. One of the things that happens as a result of this is that all of the subtle "notice-me-not" charms on the area around Spinner's End wear off and the local authorities finally decide it's time to get rid of that slum. Snape is forced to move, which is probably for the best, all things considered. Living with your abusive parents' ghosts isn't conducive to healing... and there's a lot that Snape needs to heal from. As things stand Snape really doesn't want to have anything to do with the wizarding world so she moves to a muggle town somewhere on the coast. What with not being able to do magic she also turns to muggle solutions for a lot of her problems. She makes a living tending bar (she's basically nocturnal, doesn't drink, and can quell unruly customers with a look, so it's a good fit). She starts taking medical marijuana for the chronic pain caused by her encounter with Nagini and it stops her from feeling mildly suicidal for the first time in ages. It's nothing like her life was before and so she slowly starts shedding some of the fear and pain that kept her in line and an effective tool... basically her whole life.

Trans guy Harry goes a bit wild after the whole "I died to save the wizarding world" thing. He feels like he's been robbed of his childhood, his adolescence, and basically all the experiences that "normal kids" should have, so he lets go of his remaining impulse control and starts to spiral. The summer of 1998 is rough. There's the funerals, the trials, everybody trying to pick up the pieces of their life. Harry doesn't think he has any pieces of himself left to pick up. He didn't really plan for a future after the war... he could never see himself grown up. Harry breaks up with Ginny because the way they are together makes his skin crawl, even if he can't put a finger on why that is. Ron gets really mad at Harry for dumping his sister and even more so when Harry says that he doesn't want to be an Auror anymore. He briefly goes back for his 8th year with Hermione but drops out in November when he only manages to turn in two assignments and spends most of his time finding ways to sneak off the grounds to get drunk in London clubs. Harry's friends worry about him but there's only so much they can do to help somebody who really doesn't want to be helped. Harry moves into Grimmauld Place, cuts his hair really short, and spends his nights "living" which mostly just means doing party drugs and having a few ill-advised one-night stands. When there is no one to party with, Harry gets drunk alone in Grimmauld Place and punches mirrors. He doesn’t see a future for himself so he decides to just live in the present, however long that's going to last him. He can feel a break coming, something terrifying but necessary. It feels like the only way to forward is to spiral down.

Snape, who has known something was off since she was a kid, finally lets herself accept what that thing is. It isn’t an earth-shattering revelation, just part of slipping off the masks of professor and spy and Death Eater until all that's left underneath is her. How the fuck did she fool everybody into thinking that she was a man for all these years? Maybe that’s why she was such a good spy. Started young. Hid it even from herself. It’s not really an easy thing to accept, but inevitable. Snape is already grieving everything else about her life so what's another lie, another chance at happiness that slipped away before she even knew what it was? She spends a lot of time in her shabby little flat getting stoned but she also walks along the beach and starts planning the rest of her life.

Harry cracks on another of his drunken nights out to some rather unpleasant consequences, including ministry officials having to obliviate dozens of muggles in a Camden club and a hangover so bad even potions don't help with it. Most of it gets hushed up but the yellow press takes the opportunity to start saying how the "Girl-Who-Lived" finally went off the rails, complete with an unflattering picture of Harry's new haircut (granted Harry was about to throw up when the picture was taken...). Harry lays low for a while but he is also a man of action and so he begins to research ways he could transition. St. Mungo's doesn't provide that kind of healthcare so if he wants to go the magical route he would have to figure it out himself or find an expert in gender magic... who doesn't seem to exist. There are references to a witch who brewed a potion to change her gender, but she lived in the 18th century. Being trans is stigmatized in the wizarding world so he assumes that wixen who have transitioned probably don't advertise the fact. Harry doesn't trust himself to do any magic or potion work that advanced without killing himself, so he decides to keep searching. He swears Madam Pomfrey to secrecy and asks her if she can help him. She's taken aback and tells him this kind of magic is not well studied and she doesn't know if there's a potioneer alive, other than Severus Snape maybe, who would even try working on something like that. However, even if Snape wasn't a squib and unable to brew anymore, Harry certainly isn't planning to have anything to do with his old potions professor. He decides that maybe he should just try muggle means.

Meanwhile Snape has been doing theoretical research on magical transition but hits a dead end. She needs access to a magical library, she needs to be able to actually experiment... Not to mention that she still has years of her probation left, which means years before she can even attempt transition. The only thing to do is turn to muggle means to both manage her dysphoria and maybe inspire the next stage of her research. It takes a while to secure an appointment, but one fateful day Snape walks into the reception area of a London clinic... right as Harry Potter is exiting the doctor's office after his check-in for being 3 months on T. To say that there is a moment of shocked silence would be an understatement.

They meet up for coffee and cautiously become a two-person support group for trans wixen who got fucked over by fate (and Dumbledore) and miraculously survived a war. Harry lets Snape use the library at Grimmauld Place and Snape promises to expand her research to try and develop something for him too. Harry apprentices to a curse-breaker and weathers the press dragging him through the mud every chance they get. Snape might have mellowed out a bit but she still gets on Harry's case about the drinking and not finishing school. They bicker a lot and sometimes Harry overcompensates on the machismo and acts like James, or Snape feeling a blinding rage that Harry is so fucking young and has his whole life ahead of him... but they end up coming around to each other every time. On some level, they are the only people in the world who can really understand each other.

Over the course of the next year and a half, they slowly get their lives sorted. And through that process, they become the most important people in each others' lives. What started out as reluctant solidarity grows until one day Harry can't imagine a future that doesn't have Snape in it, and Snape starts thinking of "home" as being wherever Harry is. It's not easy, considering how many issues both of them have, but it's the easiest thing in the world compared to the alternative. Cue resolution of them both magically transitioning, dealing with public perceptions, and leaning into being a scandalous power couple who doesn't take shit from anybody.

Now, if only I could write this as an actual story....

#the target audience for this is me #i feel like if i ever write a fanfic this would be it #except i can't make myself write #and if i ever do i will probably turn this into an original story #but here #i can think of maybe two people who will be into this #severus snape #serverus x harry #snarry #trans snape #trans harry potter #substance use cw #alcohol cw #self-harm cw #weed cw #idk #ask to tag

[ao3feed-snamione]

Like Moths To A Flame

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by MistakenAngel

Hermione Granger has come to an impasse in her life seven years after the Battle of Hogwarts. Her career as the Minister of Magic's Secretary has never been better. But the rest of her life is in shambles, because she cannot forget the one wizard she has loved since she was fifteen years old, Severus Snape. She starts going back to church, not knowing that her paths with the enigmatic dark wizard are about to cross once more...

Severus Snape has had enough of the wizarding world. What has it ever brought him but heartbreak and pain, physical and emotional? He decides that what he needs is to follow a higher power, and to cleanse himself of all of his past sins by taking Holy Vows. But when he is assigned to the diocese where St. Mary's is, because the former Priest died, he has no way of knowing that a part of his past comes calling in the form of a very familiar brunette witch...

Words: 26250, Chapters: 23/23, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Severus Snape, Death Eater Characters, Kingsley Shacklebolt

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape, Hermione Granger/Harry Potter

Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Drama, Crisis of Faith, Having Faith, Loss of Faith, Post-Hogwarts, Spy Severus Snape

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #snamione #snanger #hermione/snape #Severus Snape/Hermione Granger #sevmione

[severus-snape-apreciation-blog]

For 700 folllowers I am gonna write a head cannon list for Severus Snape

Omg I didn’t realize how long this would be!

- Before his dad found out they were magic he actually cared and treated them right. Finding out was around the same time he lost his job so formed a negative connotation in his mind

- His Dad used to work at the

- His mom used to sing him lullaby’s in Latin that her mother used to sing to her.

- His mother may not have treated him well but she did teach him magic and potions when his Dad was not around

- His parents are alive. They separated during his seventh year and left without telling him. His mom left a note. She lives in London his Dad used to live in Whales but has since moved to St. Andrews with his Girlfriend who he was cheating on his wife with. He’s spoken to his mother once at the beginning of the second was but have not seen his father since he left for 6th.

- He was very excited to go to hogwarts but was discouraged due to the Mauraders treatment of him

- He was slightly friends with Remus tho he would never use the word with him till the incident

- Has big depression

- Because of his parents neglect he grew up skinny even if he was tall

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-When he almost died and he was sworn to secrecy. He felt like his life meant nothing cause if the headmaster didn’t even care he was almost killed and choice to protect the ones that almost killed him why should he value his life. With no friends and knowing home was hell. He considered taking his own life. He felt tho that that would be giving in to the people who have hurt him and ended up not going through with it.

- He loved Lily. Platonically. Not Romanticly or in a creepy way. She was his first friend and he trusted her

- Despite what she said the attention he got from Avery and them was unwanted. He wasn’t their friend

- I believe that Lily did not want to be Severus’s friend but was more of one out of his knowledge of HOGWARTS and later felt obligated to. I also felt she liked James but her friendship with Severus caused her to want to stand up for Severus.

- He joined the death eaters because Lucius offered him a place to stay after school and drafted him in. Even helped him get a potions apprenticeship

- His hair only looks greasy cause he uses a potion to keep it from being damaged by potion fumes

- He wears a pony tail

- Is Dracos godfather but doesn’t see him much growing up

- He would actually enjoy teaching if he wasn’t teaching beginners. His 6th and 7th year classes are always shook

- He was a child genius so it’s hard for him to understand why the children do not understand

- He’s a asshole to most students. Even his own house you just don’t see it. His treatment of Neville and Harry is not okay but ( and I’m not saying I approve) for Neville it’s mostly cause he keeps melting Cauldrons and messing up potions and if you do just the correct wrong thing you can kill everyone in the room.

- The reason why he favours Slytherin so much is to make up for all the harsh treatment they get from the rest of the school and so that someone is standing up for them unlike when he was in school. He didn’t want to see someone harrassed or almost killed and have nothing done just cause they are Slytherin.

- He makes all his Slytherins get checkups cause most abused kids go to Slytherin and to make sure they are eating right

- When he first started at Hogwarts he kept to himself and didn’t even go to the staff room. The other teachers did not like him especially the other Heads of houses ( Except Pomona because she does not hate Slytherins. And Severus liked her class) McGonagall was not quiet about the fact she did not like him. Made it very vocal. However she and others slowly warmed up to him. She was one of his friends along with Flitwik and Pomona. They would all try to make him eat more but in subtle ways.

-While he was close with Albus it never really ran to a personal level like with the other teachers cause there would always be that power difference between them and that Albus was his boss and held his life in his hands. Severus still respected him though cause he saved him. But will never truly feel like Albus cares about him due to what happened in school ( One of Albus’s biggest regrets when he realized that was what pushed him to the dark)

- He lost some respect for Albus when he found out Harry Potter was being raised for the slaughter and when he found out he put Harry with Tunia

- During Harry’s Seventh year she was told before it started that Severus killed Dubledore and she felt personally betrayed. Her and the other Heads of houses tried to get rid of him using poisons or petty pranks. He got so paranoid he would barely eat and got even skinnier then he was. He got paranoid to even leave due to being hit with different spells or jinx’s. Once the armour even attacked him.

- When the truth came out The Head of Houses felt so much remorse and regrets.

- When McGonagall is drunk she will yell at Albus’s painting for making Severus do that and blaming Severus’s death on him ( see my post about how Dumbledore knew he was gonna get Severus killed) and apologize to Severus’s when it finally goes up in the office

- He rarely smiled the most McGonagall saw him smile was when during a staff part and they were playing poker and she and him were slaughtering Albus’s. He even laughed.

- She keeps pictures on a mantle in her home. One of them, from the party is next to the one of her deceased husband. On the other side Lily and James with baby Harry

- She spoils Albus Severus cause he reminds her of her two closest friends

- If he had a animagus it would be a black fox

- He died with many regrets dieing is not one of them

#Severus snape #head cannons #lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #albus dumbledore #james potter #mcgonagall #harry Potter

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dogfather update: realer talk

The penultimate update! Probably.

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“To Mr. Draco Malfoy, for having the good sense to ask for help when he needed it, I award ten points,” Dumbledore begins, nodding vaguely in the direction of not blatantly favoring Gryffindor in all things. He promptly gives up the pretense, and drags Gryffindor up from dead last to a first-place tie on the flimsiest of excuses.

Throughout all this, Severus is forced to sit at the high table and maintain a calm demeanor, while the Headmaster upends the point totals with total disregard for fairness or tradition. He is, therefore, in a foul mood by the end of the leaving feast, fleeing the Great Hall and its clashing decorations of red, gold, silver and green as soon as he can manage a decorous exit.

On his way to the dungeons, he has a brief but wildly unpleasant run-in with Black (who is at least dog-shaped for the duration), Lupin, Hagrid, and a pair of Muggles. They ought not be anywhere near Hogwarts at all, let alone be introduced to him with careful politeness, or shake his hand, or thank him for helping to look after their son with entirely too much heartfelt sincerity. By the time Severus manages to extract himself from the pleasantries, he’s sure Lupin is laughing at him from behind his mild expression.

Severus keeps to himself for the last few days of term, rarely venturing far from his rooms or office. He’s rewarded with blessedly little interaction with his students or colleagues. Having received their exam results, the children are too busy celebrating their mediocre achievements to notice the absence of a teacher. As for the adults, he supposes that planning for the reemergence of the Dark Lord is a higher priority than their usual time-wasting efforts at pretending to enjoy his company.

It can’t last, of course. The evening before the students depart, there is a knock at Severus’ door.

Sirius Black is standing in the corridor.

“What do you want,” says Severus. Black looks like he’d rather be absolutely anywhere else, and Severus doesn’t like the twinge of fellow-feeling this inspires.

“I need -- can I talk to you, for a moment?” Black asks. He adds, with apparent difficulty, “Please.”

It’s not as though he’d leave if Severus said “no.” He turns away from the door, leaving it open, and after a moment Black follows him in. Severus sits, and regards the stack of potions journals that had been his original plan for the evening a trifle wistfully.

“Well?” Severus says.

There’s a reason Severus only has one armchair in his private sitting-room, but Black just conjures another and flings himself down into it. “Right,” he says. “Look. I wanted to thank you.”

Severus freezes.

Black is staring down at his hands, and doesn’t notice. “I wasn’t here,” he says. “I wasn’t here, and Harry was in danger. You listened to Draco and you sent for the Headmaster, and if you hadn’t Harry might have died.”

Severus also accompanied Albus down through the trap-maze, and helped him to separate Quirrell from the boy, and carried him back up to the infirmary while Albus tried and failed to save what was left of their former colleague. Unconscious, the boy looked even more like his father than he did awake. But more than even that, he looked horrifically young.

In the days since, Severus found himself revisiting the memories of his benighted childhood with adult eyes. Without the vivid sting of rage and humiliation they carried at the time, everyone looks just as young. As unformed and foolish as his current students, who even now are preparing to leave the castle for a summer of poor decisions and minimal revising.

He can’t say he likes it any better.

Not that he would say as much, and certainly not to Black. “Very well,” he says, as levelly as he can. “Is that all? Your gratitude is very touching, I’m sure.”

“Hah,” says Black, perfectly toneless. “I expect you want my gratitude -- oh, about as much as the invitation to dinner with Harry’s parents I’m meant to pass on.”

Severus genuinely isn’t sure which of those he wants less.

Black reads it off his face, of course. “Yeah. I’ll tell them you politely declined.”

“You needn’t do me any favors,” says Severus.

This time, the sound Black makes is very nearly a real laugh. “I think I’d better, actually.” He stops staring at his hands, and looks up at Severus.

In Severus’ memories, Black never looks at him without some mixture of scorn, contempt, and incipient devilry. This -- is not that.

“Look,” Black says. “The Ministry’s finally remembered that they lost track of Harry once, and got his aunt and uncle killed. They didn’t bother doing anything to protect Tim and Caro while he was at Hogwarts, of course, but now that he’s going home they’ve decided to give a damn about his safety. So Remus and I can’t stay close, the way we ought to.”

Severus fails to see how this is his concern, and says so.

“We’re going after Pettigrew,” Black says. “Properly, this time, not stealing away for a day or two to follow a lead. If I can’t be Harry’s last line of defense, I’m damn well going to go out and find the biggest threat to his safety.”

“Wouldn’t that be the Dark Lord?” Severus asks.

“Dumbledore says he’s not strong enough, without followers,” says Black. “That if he’s just a scrap of disembodied spirit, he can’t hurt Harry.”

“Dumbledore has been wrong before,” says Severus.

“Which is why I’m asking you this,” says Black. “If we can’t finish it before Harry comes back to Hogwarts, I want to know you’re looking out for his safety.”

Ah. There it is. Black does want something from him, though Severus can’t imagine why it’s this, in particular.

“Why ask that of me, of all people?” Severus says. “Your godson thought I was the one after the Stone.”

“His friends did,” says Black, “and he panicked when I wasn’t there and they were sure it was you and not Quirrell. But you’ve been ignoring him all year, when I know damn well you look at him and see James standing there instead. Anyway. Dumbledore trusts you.”

Too close to the mark, on that shot about Potter. If it were Lupin, Severus might not be quite as surprised by that sort of insight, but from Black it feels unprecedented. Perhaps spending all that time as a dog has, somehow, rendered him less self-centered.

“And that’s all the recommendation you need?”

“No,” says Black. “Look. I know you and Lily cared about each other, once.”

Severus says nothing; there is nothing to say to that.

Black carries on talking. He does still love the sound of his own voice, it seems, so not everything has changed.

“It was my idea to switch Secret-Keepers at the last minute, you know. If I hadn’t been so impressed with my own cleverness, James and Lily might still be alive.” He looks up at Severus again, clear and level, nothing in it but but excruciating sincerity. “Do you really think I don’t know what guilt looks like?”

That is beyond the pale, entirely. Severus springs to his feet. “I have work to do,” he says, and immediately regrets it: he does not need to make excuses for himself. He has every right to order Black out if he wants to, which he very much does.

But Black is already retreating. “Sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry. It’s none of of my business.”

“I don’t need platitudes,” Severus spits out. Black has him off-balance, and scrambling for firmer ground. He dislikes it immensely. “Just because you think you’ve learned to act contrite -- I suppose Lupin’s managed to house-train you a bit over the years -- ”

Black’s expression hardens for the first time, a little of the old familiar anger appearing. “Leave him out of this,” he says. “Hate me all you like, but he never did anything to you.”

“I can think of one time he did,” says Severus. “Rather memorably.”

But the outburst Severus expects doesn’t come. Instead Black heaves a sigh, and the anger drains away. “Oh, all right,” he says. “We’re having this out, are we?”

“Oh, by all means,” says Severus. He feels foolish, standing there, and turns away to pace; at least if he’s moving he has an excuse to look at anything but Black. “Do you have a speech prepared? You will excuse me for my lack of counter-remarks, I hope.”

Rather than rise to the bait, Black very nearly smiles. “I do, I’m afraid,” he says. “Or something like one.”

“Plenty of time to rehearse in Azkaban, I suppose,” Severus says.

“Oh, no,” says Black. “That’s not a place you can string a sentence together, much less remember it later. I already had most of it before then, though, and worked the rest out after.”

“Well?” says Severus. “It had better be good, in that case, with so much practice.”

There’s that sincere look again. Severus dislikes it heartily. “I was selfish, at fifteen,” Black says. “Selfish and short-sighted and impulsive. I very nearly hurt you and Remus both, very badly, and I’ve regretted it since about ten minutes after I did it. But you know all of that.”

“Well before you ever did, I expect,” says Severus.

“Probably, yeah,” says Black. “So I’m sorry for it, and I’ve tried to be better than I was. You’re welcome to hate me, though, as long as you leave Remus and Harry out of it.”

This implies that Severus is also welcome to hate Potter. It’s intriguing, in a way, although it’s not as though he needs anyone’s permission to hate James Potter. Least of all Sirius Black’s.

Black never had any talent for Legilimency that Snape can recall, which makes it all the more disconcerting when he says, “And if you’ve got to hate James, go ahead; it can’t hurt him. But Harry isn’t James. You’ll need to remember that, if you’re willing to help protect him, because he’s not going to do the things that James would do.”

Severus has yet to see much evidence of that. But it’s true that he hasn’t been looking.

“Fine,” he says. “It’s not as though I would let any of my students wander into harm’s way, if I could help it. You needn’t have come begging a favor. Oughtn’t you Gryffindors have a bit more dignity than this, anyway?”

That attempt at a blow slides off, too. Black used to be much thinner-skinned, Severus is sure.

“I made James and Lily a promise, when they made me Harry’s godfather,” Black says. “It’s my job to keep him safe. It doesn’t matter if I have to do things I don’t like.”

He adds, as if it doesn’t cost him anything to say it, “I spent my first year with the MacIntyres pretending to be a dog. It’s a bit late to put my dignity ahead of Harry’s safety, don’t you think?”

Severus gives up. If nothing else, Black has apparently learned to hold his temper, and Severus is hardly going to let Black goad him into an outburst of his own.

“Oh, fine,” he says. “Very well. Consider it done.” He sits back down. There follows a long and very uncomfortable silence.

Severus isn’t fifteen anymore, either. He can manage a peace offering, even for the likes of Black.

Severus pulls a journal out of his stack and offers it to Black. “Damocles Belby thinks he’s close to perfecting his formula,” he says. “I expect he’ll have it within the year, if these results are accurate.”

Black takes it cautiously, as if it might bite. “He’s been saying that for well over a decade. You really think so?”

“Yes,” says Severus, and waits for the snide remark about his presumption of expertise.

It doesn’t come. Black flips to the relevant article, brow furrowed. “I’ve had to talk Remus out of joining the patient trials half a dozen times,” he says. “Told him to wait until they’d ironed out the side effects.”

“That… may have been for the best,” Severus admits. There were several fatalities in the early trials, he’s heard, though the details went unpublished.

“I hope so,” Black says. “A year, though. That’s something.”

Silence falls again, as Black puzzles over the article. It’s not anything you could call companionable, but the lack of overt hostility, in itself, is notable.

“You know, Lily was going to do an apprenticeship with him,” Black says. “Belby, I mean. After the war.”

Severus does know. He hadn’t realized anyone else did. He would rather face a phalanx of Death Eaters, wandless, than talk about it.

Mercifully, Black doesn’t press the issue. “I’d better go,” he says. “Thank you, Severus. I’ll owe you for this.”

He doesn’t even appear to be gritting his teeth as he says it. It’s fascinating, and a bit eerie. For a moment Severus suspects Polyjuice.

But Black changes into his Animagus form, which rules that out.

Before he can leave, though, Severus has a thought. “Wait.”

Black changes form again, and looks surprised once his shape settles back to human. “Yes?”

“Draco Malfoy sent for you, when he needed help,” Severus says. “If possible, you ought to encourage that tendency.”

“Offer him a sympathetic ear?” Black says.

“Certainly not. His parents already do that, and encourage all his worst impulses,” says Severus. “But the elder Malfoy is highly placed among the surviving Death Eaters. There may be some strategic value in offering his son an alternative path.”

Lucius has been one of Severus’ oldest and most loyal friends, in his way. He won’t be grateful if his son is turned against him. But it would be fitting, perhaps, if Severus has a hand in ensuring that Draco grows to be a better man than his father.

Given Black’s own family history, it’s not surprising that he seems to understand. “I’d be happy to,” he says.

“Very well,” says Severus. There. A favor for a favor, and nothing owed in any direction. He dislikes loose ends at the best of times, which this decidedly isn’t.

On his way out the door, Black says, “Oh, and by the way — thank you for giving Harry those photos. I won’t ask how you got them; I’m sure I don’t want to know.”

He leaves without waiting for a reply.

Severus remains ill at ease long after Black is gone. He feels better after Banishing the extra armchair, if only a very little.

But the students are leaving in the morning. He can regain his equilibrium far more easily in an empty castle, he’s sure. And Black won’t be coming back in the fall, in all likelihood. The thought is cheering.

Severus settles back into his reading, and doesn’t think of anything but potionmaking techniques and ingredient comparisons for the rest of the night. Anyone trying to prove otherwise would be unlikely to survive the Occlumentic backlash.

#the dogfather #dogfather story post

[belleslettres-love]

Self Promo Fic Meme

tI was tagged by @fleetofshippyships. Thank you so much! I love these!!! <3

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics, and tag 10 people.

1.  Normally, he thinks coffee shop normally smells amazing… bitter coffee and behind that sweetness—chocolate, of course, and vanilla, hazelnut, and raspberry—all held together with steamed milk. There is a gentle medley of perfume and cologne carried in and out by the patrons, the constant note being the spicy jasmine scent his boss, Adelle, wears. Then, subtle and almost unnoticeable, is the books—all used, littering the coffee tables and jammed on a rickety bookshelf, just waiting to be read again—with tastes of cigarette smoke and sunshine hidden between their covers. Unexpected Expectations -- Drarry; WIP at ~13,000 words.

2. Harry is walking.He’s been walking… since Ron pulled him off that other trainee—god, he can’t even remember what the other man had said that had infuriated him so, made him want to kill him; he almost had, if he’s honest—and told him to go for a walk.That was days ago. He’s been home to sleep, which isn’t quite the right word for it, and to shower and to eat a bit.But mostly he’s been walking. That Which Marks You -- Drarry; ~8,000 words

3.  Of all the chores Aunt Petunia used to make him do, Harry hated ironing the most. Iron -- Drarry; ~2,6000 words

4. My shoes make a disconcerting click on the cobbles as I walk towards St. Barnabas’s Primary School.There are roses blooming along the fence and the sounds of happy children coming from the schoolyard.And my hands are shaking.My hands are fucking shaking.I defeated Lord Fucking Voldemort when I was seventeen fucking years old… and I cannot retrieve an eight-year-old from school? Babysitting Victoire -- Drarry; ~6,000 words

5.  The Dark Lord is holding court in the drawing room and there are Death Eaters in the hall… loud and vulgar and, frankly, terrifying, but if Draco slips out of the drawing room through his mother’s parlor, and then up the back staircases, there are only three dark passageways between him and the safety of his bedroom. The Truth is a Beautiful and Terrible Thing -- Drarry; ~14,000 words

6.  The door is open, which never happens, and Draco has the vague impression that someone is standing there… someone who hands Harry a set of clean robes. In Plain Sight -- Drarry; sequel to Hidden in Plain Sight; ~18,000

7.  She called it a room. She called it his room, as if it gave him some sort of ownership of the space contained within the four white, windowless walls. But it isn’t a room at all… it is a cell. And the thing that is owned within the four white, windowless walls is Draco. Hidden in Plain Sight --  Drarry; ~3,000 words

8.  Severus watched the magical lash fall against the boy’s bare back… once, twice, three times… and he forced his breathing to remain even, his expression unaltered. To Utter a Loud, Sharp, Piercing Cry -- Drarry; ~ 9,000 words

9. If I had killed Dumbledore that night, I would have died too. I know that now. Maybe not right away. But not long either. But Dumbledore gave up his life, and Snape sacrificed his very soul to save me. Sometimes I wonder why they bothered.Now is one of those times. Bound Hearts -- Dramione; ~34,000 words

10.  I could probably forgive Moody for thinking that I am a Death Eater. The Fruits of Victory -- Dramione; ~ 1,000 words

As for the tagging bit... I am so out of the loop right now, so forgive me if you’ve done this a dozen times or have said sixteen times that you don’t want to do these things... @elly-dk, @dracohasmycat, @ohsodraco, @thestralhouseofblack, @lqtraintracks, @dracoismytrashson, and whoever else would like to play! Please tag me if you do!!! :)

#tag game #my writing #my fics #first lines #I was tagged

[hphorrorfest]

HP Horror Fest: REVEALS

Hello, everyone! We are pleased to announce the reveals for the 2018 Horror Fest. A HUGE thank you to everyone who participated this year, from the very beginning with prompters who left amazing inspiration for the creators, to the writers and artists, to our lovely readers and commenters. This has been so much fun for us mods and we have been blown away by the talent and creativity this fest has yielded. 

If you would like to see some fun stats on this year's fest, otherwise known as The DMLE Case Files, we will be posting those in a couple of days time.

xx

@writcraft & @heyitsamorette

When Death Comes (Harry/Draco | R | 4,600) by @kedavranox

There is little you can do to live when Death wants you all for his own…

Sirius' Nightmare (Sirius | G | ART) by @yumenouveau

In the Dark, Deep Woods (AU Genfic | T | 3,600) by @hiddenhibernian

Werewolves are howling outside the camp, and there is a stranger at the fire. Harry Potter died fourteen long years ago, but the Order is still fighting.

A Wand, Made of Bone (Draco/Hermione | M | 3,200) by @mykesprit

Break into the temple and collect the wand; that is their objective. For artifact hunters Draco and Hermione, the assignment quickly turns deadly as they face dark magic that has lain dormant for thousands of years.

House of Horrors (Next-Gen Genfic | M | 3,600) by LRThunder (AO3)

Despite being warned not to go, Scorpius persuades Albus and Rose to investigate a mysterious house with him. Soon, he realizes he had listened to his father and grandfather.

Sacrifices (Mandy Brocklehurst/Pansy Parkinson | T | 2,700) by Celinarose (AO3)

Wizards all over Britain start disappearing after the war, and no one can figure out why. Until Mandy finds out, the hard way.

The Murders at Hogwarts (Various Pairings | E | 4,750) by @zivandre

There's a killer on the loose at Hogwarts. Each time a body is found, they are no closer towards finding the killer, and honestly, Dumbledore's not that worried. The School Governors try to shut down the school, but Dumbledore won't have it. What happens when a Jack-The-Ripper-esque killer is on the loose and has no mercy or limits? Please, read the tags - this is seriously dark and demented, and I don't want anyone to sign up for something that they aren't prepared for or want to read.

Dress You Up (In My Love) (Harry/Draco | M | 2,150) by @nerdherderette

Draco had always been known for his beauty.

Found (Hermione Genfic | E | 9,700) by @misdemeanor1331

While flying back home from a friend’s baby shower, Hermione Granger gets caught in a fierce autumn storm and is forced to land in the middle of a forest. Eight months pregnant and desperate for shelter, she eventually finds refuge in the isolated cabin of Theodore Nott. She thinks she’s safe, but soon realizes that quiet, unassuming Theo is more dangerous to her life - and the life of her unborn child - than any storm.

Against the dying of the light (Harry/Draco | E | 17,380) by @bangyababy

The Rage is a rare dark creature that feeds off of its victims deepest fears. When Harry discovers one is attached to Draco Malfoy, he refuses to leave his side until they can defeat it, even if that means facing the Rage himself.

One By One (Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy | E | 9,724) by Dramioneinlove (AO3)

An unlikely group of witches and wizards come to be trapped in an abandoned mansion after a Portkey accident. But is said accident that unfortunate? Probably not in the eyes of the person who's killing them off one by one...

Down in the Ground (Harry Genfic | M | 7,950) by Coriaria (AO3)

“I’m not the only dead man in here, Harry. In fact, there’s so many of us, this place should be called a cemetery. Once you are here, generally your family doesn’t discuss you any more. No wizard wants to admit they have a relative who is insane. Easier to say we are dead.”

Count to Ten (Draco/Hermione | M | 4,000) by Carapace (LJ)

Sometimes life is all about timing.

The Apple Tree (Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter | E | 8,922) by @foularcadebanana

Harry’s breath caught in his throat as his wand automatically lit up. “Lumos,” a familiar female voice lightly whispered in his ear and then giggled, making Harry shut his eyes tightly. It was a dream, it was just a dream. It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. He was just having a nightmare, just imagining things that were happening inside his own head. “Of course it’s happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean it’s not real?”

Distortion (Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy | M | 8,937) by DorthyAnn (AO3)

Harry wakes in darkness. A darkness that goes on and on without end. He can't see or feel, he doesn't- know what's happened. All he can do is hold on, using his memories and pure determination.

Dysphoria by @Writcraft (Teddy Lupin | T | ART + POEM)

“Who is it that can tell me who I am?” (King Lear, Act 1: Scene 4)

Green (Harry Potter/Severus Snape | M | 17,373) by Antuhsa (AO3)

In St Mungo's, caught between the war and his trial, Snape has no idea how to proceed. Leave it to Potter to barge in and disrupt his musings. However, Potter's unusual demand may end up helping them both.

Flicker (Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter | E | 11,009) @drarrymylove

Harry has an argument with Draco but places a very high regard on his privacy. Instead of making a scene, thus feeding the vultures of the media, he stays calm and sits down for a drink in a bar. Harry never makes it home that night. He quickly loses control of the situation. With no access to his magic, he is left in the hands of a man he just met.

A Cold, Dark Room (Bellatrix Lestrange, Luna Lovegood | E | 1,142) by beaute_ephemere (AO3)

He comes to her every night when she's in the dungeon. She knows what he wants, but is powerless to resist.

Bubble-gum (Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Alice Longbottom | E | 4,473) by OTPshipper98 (AO3)

“You think you’re being funny, don’t you?” Bellatrix said. “Think I’m just going to Crucio you to death as I did with that piece of shit and end your suffering?" For a moment, it seemed as though the witch was going to bite Alice's throat off, but her expression suddenly softened into a wry smile and her eyebrows rose. “Ah, but you couldn’t be more wrong.”

Poetic Justice (Draco/Harry | E | 10,054) by @heyitsamorette

Someone is finding elaborate, poetic ways to murder people who went unpunished for their crimes in the second Voldemort war.

Some Sort of Monster (Fenrir Greyback/Nymphadora Tonks | E | 6,458) by @wl-erkling

One time— one time was enough to give Tonks the need for something Remus wasn’t willing to offer. How far will she go to lose herself, to find that intensity again?

Don't Ruin a Perfect Thing (Draco/Harry | M | 9,039) by @thepansypxrky

After the battle, everything seemed fine. Until Harry woke up one morning to find his scar a blooded mess upon his forehead, and growing with each day. This is what happens when a horcrux splinters inside of you. This is what happens when you want something so badly that everything becomes simple.

Skin Jar (Petunia, Lily, Severus | T | 7,931) by BirdieMing (AO3)

Who are we all, really? It’s superficial. Of course it is. No one’s going to crack their chest wide open at the lightest request, and if you do, then you’re an anomaly, something to be eradicated with clutched pearls and exchanged looks. High society never did favor the boldly bright. They preferred their men poised with power; their ladies beautiful and haughtily docile. It’s the unattainable lifestyle, one that you were either born or married into. It’s all what Petunia Evans of dirty, industrial Cokeworth ever wanted.

#hp horror fest 2018 #2018 reveals #2018 masterlist

[st-severus]

that one post finally hit 40k+!

#all on its own #lol #i sure didn't do anything special #pro snape #severus snape #snapedom #st severus and the post that never dies

[bookish-but-corruptible]

Look at what I found in my hard drive

(Remus/Severus, post Battle of Hogwarts)

Remus was sent to the Dae Llwellyn ward, it turned out, on accident.

Amid the stream of bodies being sent to St. Mungos after the battle at Hogwarts, they had seen yet another "werewolf" scrawled in his file and hastily redirected his unconscious body to the ward for serious bites.

By the time they had realized their error, they couldn't be arsed to care. He was a quiet, unobtrusive patient- more plainly, he didn't regain consciousness until his second week in the ward.

The Killing Curse, even one that a patient had not borne the full brunt of, was nothing to sneeze at.

When Remus did finally wake, alive and still mostly paralyzed, he wished he hadn't. In all his scenarios of the possible outcomes of this war, he had not imagined that Dora, young and quick to laugh, might die while he lived. He should have known better- hadn't it been him, sick, impoverished, mistrusted, who had lived while James and Lily Potter had died?

He realized, as he lay there day after day, fingers slowly beginning to twitch, to grasp spoons, that he hadn't had a contingency plan for living. The hospital bill alone would be more than he could pay off in a lifetime, and now that his face had been plastered across the Prophet the prospect of paid work was nearly impossible. He could attempt to make his way back to India if Umbridge's restrictions were repealed, but it seemed a bit cruel to Harry.

Nearly every day since he'd first been committed to the ward, Harry had come by to visit, at first simply to keep up a stream of words even though Remus could not speak. He told him about the demise of Voldemort, the rebuilding of the castle, and one day came in with a look of bewildered pride and announced Ginny had agreed to marry him.

Remus had managed a hoarse congratulations, even as he felt a stab of pain- he imagined he'd worn nearly the same expression when he had realized Dora loved him. The simultaneous sense of paternal pride was why he could not leave England- he was Harry's last link to his parents, and after so much loss he couldn't truly entertain the thought of buggering off as he had in 1981. He would stay. He would figure something out. He had plenty of time to worry himself sick in the meantime.

Naturally, it was Harry who told him of Snape's hand in the downfall of the Dark Lord, the vicious attack he'd endured and very nearly died from at the fangs of his serpent. Predictably, Severus had a contingency plan- after seeing so many who had betrayed the Dark Lord killed in this manner, he had found it prudent to carry a healthy dose of an antidote to the venom.

It was not until after the night of the full moon when he had been brought down to transform in the Ministry's cells and wheeled back to the ward afterwards that he first saw Severus.

Or, rather, heard him.

"You insufferable wretch," a deep voice croaked down the hall, "How dare you condescend to me, as if my mental faculties were not intact! That you are paid a full salary to force fingerpaints upon the crippled is galling. Yes, go! And in the future, find an occupation worth the air you breathe!"

Remus, muscles still shaking with the pain of the transformation and still feeling vaguely as if he might vomit, smiled.

Remus worked his painstaking way to having just enough control over his fingers to feed himself, urinate on his own (thank the gods), and finally to operate a charmed chair that would take him out of his room.

This afforded him only enough freedom to venture to the shared room where patients could socialize under the watchful eyes of medical professionals. In the afternoons, an aggressively compassionate witch named Hilda led them in small crafts. Several of the patients seemed to take comfort in her attentive interest as they struggled to make meaning of their suffering, and drew strength from her belief in their recovery.

Remus loathed her.

It wasn't entirely fair, he realized. It certainly wasn't something he was proud of. But on the fifth day that she coaxed him from his perch gazing out the charmed window currently opening to the depths of the ocean, he thought, call me honey again, and I will bite you.

Even Harry's visits had begun to exhaust him; he did not want to tell Harry that he was getting better, that yes, he would be out of here in no time, that he felt very grateful- he would nearly make a full recovery, after all. There were other words on the tip of his tongue that he could not possibly tell the boy- that sometimes, he thought he missed the war.

It was somewhere in the depths of this masturbatory angst, lingering in the doorway of his room, unsure if he might be more miserable staring at the bare walls of his room and navel gazing or socializing under the piercing stare of the crafts witch, that he heard the sharp clatter of a metal tray.

"Bancroft! Only Bancroft may make my potions, you imbecile! I will not accept this- oh, you're certain there are no poisons? Dimwit. Do you know how easily those tests are fooled? I betrayed the Dark Lord- has it not crossed your mind how many wish to see me suffer?"

A moment later, a young man emerged from the room, goblet in hand. "I wouldn't mind," he muttered to himself, then looked up to see Remus.

"Oh, hello Mr.Lupin," he smiled.

"Good afternoon, Bessel," Remus wheeled past him, silently thanking the mishap of paperwork that had brought him here- it was difficult to last on this ward with a phobia towards werewolves.

"You don't want to see ‘im," Bessel warned Remus, who had made his way to Severus' door.

"He's an old friend," Remus reassured him.

Bessel looked at him in disbelief.

"A coworker," Remus amended. "We went to school together."

"Your funeral, I s'pose," Bessel shook his head.

Severus' head was turned away from the door, and he ignored Remus as he wheeled slowly to his bedside.

"Is she sending in scouts now to coerce me into creating sculptures out of broomstick twigs?" Snape's baritone cut through his still torn throat like gravel.

"Hello, Severus," Remus greeted.

Snape whirled at this, and Remus controlled his reaction to the sight of him a moment too late. One eye was bloodshot all the way through, the other still swollen shut. In fact, entirely half of his face was grotesquely swollen; it was not difficult to imagine bones crunched beneath jaws and pieced together again.

"Lupin," Snape sneered, "I thought you were dead."

"Reports of my death were exaggerated, I'm afraid."

"I should have known," Snape pushed himself, shaking, onto his elbows. "Dark creatures are notoriously difficult to dispose of."

"Not up to your usual standard, Severus," Remus smiled. "And, as you yelled at Hilda the other day, your cognitive faculties are intact, so I shan't cut you any slack."

"That woman does not need nor deserve your pity."

"Perhaps not, " Remus allowed. "She is rather tenacious, isn't she?"

"She has the inexhaustible glee of the Demented given a victim to Kiss," Snape muttered.

"That's better," Remus wheeled himself to Severus' bedside.

"Leave, Lupin," Snape turned his head again, hiding his disfigured face. Remus could see that under the swathes of bandages, his chest and arms were a mass of swelling and purpling bruising.

"Do you know," Remus continued, "I think we may just be the last of our class? Certainly of the Gryffindors and Slytherins."

"You say that as if we have some shared history to fondly recollect, instead of the torment your dear friends inflicted upon me. We could, if you like, talk about that time you tried to rip me apart with your teeth, but I'm not sure you would remember that as well as I do."

Remus snorted. "As if you never gave back twice as good as you got."

"Well," Snape smiled fondly at that. "I do remember Potter and Black shouting their carnal love for one another at breakfast."

"That was inspired," Remus chuckled, remembering two boys standing atop the breakfast table, hooting audience gathered below. When Severus didn’t resort to retaliatory cruelty, he had a sarcastic streak that was nearly likeable. Unfortunately, it did not show itself often.

"We are not friends," Severus frowned at him.

"No," Remus agreed. "You are my captive audience. Hilda doesn't come for me when I'm speaking with someone else. And the other patients care that I lost my wife, my family, and all of my friends."

"I would rather be bitten again than listen to your sob story."

"Do you ever miss it?"

"The peace and quiet I enjoyed before you tried to foist your problems upon me?"

"The war," Remus said softly. "Having a sense of purpose to get you through. Feeling like you were needed."

Snape's single bloody eye widened. "You are insane, Lupin," he rasped. "Though perhaps that would make sense to a beast. Connected a bit too much with the inner animal, hmm?"

Remus watched him, silent.

Severus broke his gaze with a huff, and rolled away onto his side. “Leave. Spare me your nattering.”

"Get some rest, Severus," Remus replied, and wheeled himself back to his room.

*

Remus returned the next day with a chess set, which he unfolded onto a stainless steel medical tray.

"You only have to concentrate on where you'd like the pieces to move," Remus explained. "It's charmed."

"Explain to me why I would do that," Severus lifted a violently trembling hand to brush the hair from his eyes.

"Because you're bored," Remus shrugged. "You've got to be, sitting in here all day."

"Perhaps I enjoy the company of my own mind," Severus replied, "more than mentally unsound werewolves."

"Your stipulation was that I be silent," Remus gestured to the chessboard. "This doesn't require speech."

"Stipulation makes it sound as if I gave you terms under which you could visit me," Snape peered at the chessboard. "I'll take the black."

Severus seemed surprised when Remus held his own and nearly won. Remus thought he should be offended, but he found he didn't much have the energy to care.

"What will you do when you leave here?" Remus asked.

"I thought we had agreed not to speak," Snape frowned. The shattered chess pieces were realigning themselves, erstwhile arms scrabbling across the board to join their bodies.

"I thought you never actually gave me a stipulation."

"I will be free of both the Dark Lord and Albus Dumbledore. I will do what I wish."

"I don't know what I'll do either," Remus folded up the board, suddenly tired. "Thank you for the game, Severus."

*

Harry visited the next day, pacing the room the entire time with a barely contained nervous energy. Molly Weasley had decided that the wedding preparations should be underway, and Remus was adrift in a sea of talk about the appropriate flower to symbolize Harry's love for Ginny.

Remus tried to be the father Harry needed, but the more Harry paced, the more the room seemed strange and far away. Remus had a recollection of Dora admiring a sunflower in the field surrounding the Burrow, how appropriate that was, how open she was to life and to love, like Lily. Lilies, the flower of high summer, warm and vibrant.

"I'm sorry, Harry," Remus said softly, "I'm feeling very tired today."

*

"Harry and Ginny have scheduled a date for the wedding," Remus' white knight advanced.

"Pity. Ginerva was a passably clever student."

"They've invited you."

"Oh joy. Oh rapture unforeseen."

A black knight, after careful consideration, moved left.

"He asked me about flowers. I couldn't stop thinking about Lily."

At this, Severus stiffened.

"I wonder, sometimes, what advice she would give. She always knew what the right thing to do was. The right thing to say."

"She would tell you that your need to be liked is so pathological that you are recalling the memory of a woman some twenty years lost to ask how to best serve her son's needs. Your move, Lupin."

Remus moved his pawn forward, and Severus swiftly captured it.

"If you are not here for the game, I think you would be better served by the company of the other patients," Severus crossed his arms over his chest. Remus wondered when he might be able to leave his room unaided.

"You must check that tendency to shoot yourself in the foot."

"A muggle expression," Severus leaned forward to watch his queen take Remus' king.

"We were both raised half muggle," Remus leaned back.

"Yet another thing we can reminisce over," Snape's eyes narrowed. "Our incandescent childhoods."

"My childhood was fine," Remus became acutely aware of the fact the game had finished.

"Ah, yes,” Snape sneered. “I can picture it now. Gay romps through grassy fields, a healthy appetite for human flesh…”

Remus watched Snape quietly until the tirade petered out. "Same time tomorrow, then, Severus." Remus closed the board with a snap.

Snape did not contradict him.

*

"I thought we might try a rune riddle," Remus held the paper up. "Bit of a change of pace."

"Tired of being beaten?" Severus looked at the paper with interest.

"I beat you plenty," Remus passed the paper to Severus, who held it with a hand that only trembled slightly. "I beat you at least a third of the time."

"A quarter," Severus muttered. "This first rune is fire."

"Yes," Remus took the paper back, "the third line is the one I couldn't parse."

"Give me the quill," Severus demanded, and Remus handed it over without comment, watching him struggle to write with his non-dominant hand.

"Harry wants me to be part of the ceremony."

"Hmm," Severus squinted at the rune puzzle.

"I'm flattered," Remus sighed, "but when I'm around him, I feel like I'm trying to be the ghost of James."

Severus put the paper down. "Lupin," he rubbed his functional hand across his forehead, "you are miserable because you have spent your entire life attempting to anticipate and cater to the needs of others. You are not a house elf. You are a man."

"I don't think Hermione would appreciate that comparison."

"Granger is a-"

"Smart, compassionate young woman," Remus finished. "I can't just," he sighed. "Harry needs me. He deserves this. He's suffered enough."

"We've all suffered," Severus muttered. "Now be quiet and let me think."

*

"You didn't come yesterday," Severus said.

Remus blinked. "I- it was a full moon."

Severus' eyes closed briefly. "Of course."

Remus felt a grin break over his face. "You missed me."

Snape glared. "I don't have much choice for company."

“Oh, don’t martyr yourself,” Remus tossed the morning paper at him. “You’ve run off anyone who tried to show you kindness.”

Severus looked surprised, briefly, at his bluntness. "And yet you keep returning to be abused," he recovered quickly, pulling himself up to sit cross-legged. He hunched over the paper. "You've already done the interesting bit," Snape glared from beneath his lank hair.

"I missed you too."

*

“They’re releasing me tomorrow,” Remus said conversationally, stirring a godawful amount of sugar into Severus’ tea. The anti-wobble charm was not quite enough to counteract Severus’ tremor in any two-handed task, and they both pretended amnesia at the first episode of spilt tea and sugar all over the linens.

“I’m sure Hilda will find other victims,” Severus took the tea in his left hand. “Though none quite as compellingly pathetic as yourself, I’m sure.”

“You’ve only to ask, Severus,” Remus met his eyes. “I’ll come visit.”

“We’re not friends, Lupin,” Snape’s eyes narrowed. Both lids retracted smoothly now, the swelling faded to a sickly green and black mottle of bruises, two dark puncture marks beneath the right eye.

Remus watched him, quiet.

“What is it, wolf?” Severus sat up, infuriated at the judgement he felt in the silence. Lupin’s easy retreat gave him no satisfaction, his containment no victory. “Are you so desperate in your loneliness that you thought I might consort with you of my own free will?” He sneered. “Had you imagined I would drop by whatever den you’ve crawled into with tea and biscuits? Pathetic, crippled mongrel-“

Remus regarded him for a moment. The expression was brief, but Severus was a master of reading intention. This was not anger, or hurt. It was pity.

Remus stood with his tea, almost elegant despite the hospital robe and noticeable limp. He walked out, and without raising his wand the door swung and clicked shut behind him.

Sound cut out all at once, and Severus could hear only his own quick, enraged breaths, steadying over slow minutes.

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[ao3feed-snape]

Like Moths To A Flame

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by MistakenAngel

Hermione Granger has come to an impasse in her life seven years after the Battle of Hogwarts. Her career as the Minister of Magic's Secretary has never been better. But the rest of her life is in shambles, because she cannot forget the one wizard she has loved since she was fifteen years old, Severus Snape. She starts going back to church, not knowing that her paths with the enigmatic dark wizard are about to cross once more...

Severus Snape has had enough of the wizarding world. What has it ever brought him but heartbreak and pain, physical and emotional? He decides that what he needs is to follow a higher power, and to cleanse himself of all of his past sins by taking Holy Vows. But when he is assigned to the diocese where St. Mary's is, because the former Priest died, he has no way of knowing that a part of his past comes calling in the form of a very familiar brunette witch...

Words: 26250, Chapters: 23/23, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Severus Snape, Death Eater Characters, Kingsley Shacklebolt

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape, Hermione Granger/Harry Potter

Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Drama, Crisis of Faith, Having Faith, Loss of Faith, Post-Hogwarts, Spy Severus Snape

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Severus Snape #Snape #Professor Snape #SS

[belleslettres-love]

First line challenge

RULES: List the first lines of the last ten stories you published. Look to see if there are any patterns that you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any! Then tag some friends.

Thanks for tagging me, @gingertodgers! 

1. That Which Marks You (Draco/Harry; ~ 8,000 words; rated M)

Harry is walking. 

2. Iron (Draco/Harry; ~ 2,600 words; rated T)

Of all the chores Aunt Petunia used to make him do, Harry hated ironing the most.

3. Babysitting Victoire (Draco/Harry; ~ 6,000 words; rated T)

My shoes make a disconcerting click on the cobbles as I walk towards St. Barnabas’s Primary School.

4. The Truth is  Beautiful and Terrible Thing (Draco/Harry; ~ 14,000 words; rated M)

The Dark Lord is holding court in the drawing room and there are Death Eaters in the hall… loud and vulgar and, frankly, terrifying, but if Draco slips out of the drawing room through his mother’s parlor, and then up the back staircases, there are only three dark passageways between him and the safety of his bedroom.

5 & 6 Hidden in Plain Sight Series (Draco/Harry; ~ 21,000 words; rated M)

Hidden in Plain Sight (~ 3,000 words)

She called it a room.

In Plain Sight (~ 18,000 words)

The door is open, which never happens, and Draco has the vague impression that someone is standing there… someone who hands Harry a set of clean robes.

7. To Utter a Loud, Sharp, Piercing Cry (Draco/Harry; ~ 9,000 words; rated M)

Severus watched the magical lash fall against the boy’s bare back… once, twice, three times… and he forced his breathing to remain even, his expression unaltered.

8. Bound Hearts (Draco/Hermione; ~34,000 words; rated E)

If I had killed Dumbledore that night, I would have died too.

9. Fruits of Victory (Draco/Hermione; ~1,000 words; rated M)

I could probably forgive Moody for thinking that I am a Death Eater.

10. Not written yet. I have about a half-dozen thoughts running through my head that may or may not materialize into stories... but nothing that is even close to publishing. The first one you’re likely to see in “print” (Ha!) is likely to start something like this: When Harry came home the kitchen was hot and steamy and smelled like sugar and peaches.

Patterns and Thoughts 

-- My first sentences are usually quite short. Something you can’t tell from this post, but which I learned writing it, is that that first sentence is often the entire first paragraph.

-- There is often movement. Three stories begin with someone walking somewhere. Five out of nine begin with movement. I think even          She called it a room.  is a very dynamic sentence--of course, I know what the rest of the paragraph says, and what it, essentially, says is, there will be no more movement.

-- I am an in media res sort of writer. (I already knew this, but still.) Which means that if I’m not beginning my story with movement, I am probably beginning it with active emotion.

If anyone wants to leave thoughts, comments, concerns... whatever, please feel free! I actually love to talk about my writing! :)

As for the tagging people part... I’m not trying to hide from you guys... but I have been so busy lately that I feel like I haven’t “seen” any of you in ages. So if I’ve tagged someone who’s done this already, I’m very sorry! Anyway... @rose-grangerweasleyisbae @bixgirl1  @elly-dk @charlotte-bird @xx-thedarklord-xx

#about me #I was tagged #my writing #first lines

[st-severus]

how did they find that post again??

#lol #st severus and the post that never dies #pro snape #severus snape #still only 40k notes though