Harry Potter from the perspective of Severus Snape.

By reddit user /u/Mu-Nition

His home life left a lot to be wanted. Poverty in the sixties in England was no joke, especially in a mill town where alcoholism and beating the family was the norm, rather than the exception. Pre-Thatcher UK was a different place. Working class people did not get to hang around middle class or upper class ones. It was unheard of. And even though his father was worse than most, he still would have grown up fine if he wasn’t different.

Crooked teeth due to malnutrition causing his jaw to be underdeveloped. His nose had been broken by his father so many times that it would never have a semblance of normalcy. His mother didn’t do much. His father didn’t like much of anything. Always hungry, resorting to hand-me-downs not only from his father because they were too scarce, but from his mother as well. He was bullied relentlessly. He learned to steal, lie, cheat and fight very well by then.

He was nine years old. Both his curse and his hope could be summed up in one word: *magic*. And he had found someone he could share it with. Her name was Lily. They couldn’t meet in public, because she was middle class, and the scandal would cause both their parents to force them apart. But that would be fine, because once they went to Hogwarts, they could be seen together in public. And that made everything seem better.

Severus Snape got sorted into Slytherin. He heard good things about it from his mother, when she spoke of a time when she wasn’t so beaten down. Lily was in Gryffindor. His hope that they could be seen together in public vanished in that moment. His hope for acceptance from his peers got destroyed by the first night, when he was beaten for being a *mongrel*, a *half-breed*. His impure blood and his poverty made him a pariah in his own house.

Four Gryffindor students would hunt him down relentlessly. Still, his life on the street prepared him for it. Along with his talent to invent spells, he rarely came out wanting. But the staff were a problem. He was always blamed, because Horace Slughorn, his head of house, was surprisingly cold towards him. Many years later, he understood that being a brilliant half blood from an abusive background scared the old man, parallels to Voldemort running through his head. But as a child, he learned that he needed to make alliances with his loathsome dorm mates.

It wasn’t a choice, not really. He needed protection, and they needed someone to help them with potions and were afraid of his inventiveness with curses. Some of them were actually rather decent. Avery and Rosier didn’t sneer at him anymore. Sure, he had to learn a bit of their ideology so he could understand what they were talking about. He didn’t really agree with it, but they offered him something he didn’t know he wanted - a chance to belong.

He saw that Lily was listening to her friends. They all told her he was evil, disgusting, horrible, *dark*. And what was worse, he saw how she was attracted to James Potter, his main bully. It all came to a head when once again, Potter had humiliated him in front of the entire school. She came in and lashed out against James, but she was holding back a smile. She had found his humiliation funny. He had never felt so hurt, and so angry. So he said the most horrible thing he could think of to her. If she wouldn’t learn to respect him because he was weak, then she would never feel what he would like her to feel.

She never forgave him. She forgave Potter for everything though. The fact that he was a bully, treated her possessively, was arrogant beyond belief, that was forgivable. Because he was rich, handsome, and oh so popular. Severus knew he would never be any of those. But, he could be powerful. He could have a group of allies that would be even more impressive than schoolyard popularity. He may have not believed in what they believed, but he didn’t care.

They offered him everything he wanted. A higher education which he could never afford. Recognition for his brilliance. His own lab, with a couple of assistants. And really, as far as he knew, they weren’t so bad. There were rumors, yes, but they were mostly a group of Slytherins, and everyone hated them and thought they were pure evil anyways. He brushed those aside.

He went to Albus Dumbledore, to try and get the Defense Against Dark Arts position, as that was an acceptable reward from his superiors. He tried to sneak into get an advantage, and while he heard some bullshit “prophecy” from the other side of the door, he was kicked out by the owner of the establishment in short order. He returned and told everyone the story. For some reason, the Big Man took some interest in it.

He returned to his lab, enjoying his work, the high salary, and within a few years, he could finish paying off the huge debts his father ran up. Life was fine, all in all. That is, until he heard that Lily was being targeted. He asked the Big Man to spare her, but Voldemort was unwilling to commit to anything other than saying he would try. So, he went to Dumbledore.

He became a spy. While she wasn’t a friend, Lily had been the only person who had (for at a time) liked him for who he was. She became like everyone, who had just saw in him what he could offer. That meant more than she would ever understand. That was his most important memory - that at one time, someone actually cared.

Teaching was a nightmare. He loved Potions, but the students had no inclination, talent or respect for the subject. He had to be vicious in order to establish ground rules in the classroom. Some people remembered him as a beaten down runt. He had to disabuse them of that notion.

And then she died.

The next few years were a blur. Dumbledore and he knew that Voldemort would return. He learned to relax a bit with his sixth and seventh year students, who had some talent and respect for his subjects, but he could not drop his vicious monster persona. He favored the sons of his “comrades”, and despite his disgust with the fact, didn’t nurture the muggle-borns. He played up his loathing of Gryffindors. All to prepare for Voldemort’s inevitable return.

And then came Harry Potter. No doubt rich and pampered like his parents were. A celebrity for all the wrong reasons - he stole the credit for his mother’s sacrifice. And he looked just like James. When he first looked at the boy, he saw him looking back and wincing. The same instinctive hatred his father felt, no doubt. But he decided to give him one chance. If he had read to first chapter of the book, he’d know the answers. Just like Lily did. Perhaps he was her son even if he didn’t look it except for his eyes. Of course, he didn’t. James and his lazy arrogance all over again.

But those eyes haunted him. Every bad thing that happened in his life could be summed up with those eyes. And just like with Lily, all semblance of emotional control was lost whenever he looked at them. And protecting that little liar, who broke the rules over and again, lied (badly) to cover it up, and had his friends lie for him… and physically assault him for trying to defend the little shit. With the protection of everyone else in the staff, naturally. Of course they would. It was James Potter all over again.

And then, Dumbledore decided to reward the little idiot for his rule breaking. By humiliating Slytherin again. After all those years making Slytherin work together and understand that a single person couldn’t beat them united, the headmaster took that away. His house wouldn’t recover from this lesson in years to come.

Things got worse, as defense teacher after defense teacher were more incompetent, stupid, or plainly risked the students’ lives (Remus Lupin would never give information about Sirius Black, no matter if he could protect the students by doing so). He returned to spying. Of course by then, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin did all they could with their bountiful spare time to make him a pariah in the Order. Really, to expect them to change was too much.

And then Dumbledore went and got himself killed. He tried to save him, but only ended up extending his life. The vicious bastard of a headmaster commanded him to become a murderer. And excused Harry bloody Potter for trying to murder another student, because really, the rules were beneath a Potter. Just a slap on the wrist for him. Some things never change when a Gryffindor tries to murder a Slytherin. No doubt in a few years he would brag about his wonderful “prank”.

And then he became a killer. And the most hated man in the world. All to get a chance to protect the children of the school - because if he wouldn’t be running the glorified concentration camp the school had become, it would have been Bellatrix and it would become a charnel house. He saved them from the worst of it, and managed to help Potter and his friends from behind the scenes. Getting them the sword, keeping the Death Eaters off their backs, all he could with the information he got from Phineas.

And then, just as he had a chance to complete his mission, get the final bit of information to the ungrateful brat, the rest of the staff decided to revolt. He didn’t fight back. He just protected himself and ran. He’d find another chance to get Potter the final piece to Voldemort’s fall.

Then, as he had guessed would happen, he finally died. As he got the infomation to Harry, he mused about his life. He failed to protect Lily. He failed to protect her son, who had to die. He never moved out of his home. All of his relationships were disasters, as he could not tell anyone the most important things about his life. He had no family. No friends. His last one, Charity, had begged him to help and he couldn’t. He was the most hated man in the world. He would be remembered in history as the murderer of Albus Dumbledore. But finally, he didn’t need to prove anything to anyone. It wasn’t a happy end. But at least it was an end.


And that is the Harry Potter story, from the perspective of Severus Snape.

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This took me far too long to draw. No you’re not getting any explanation for what it is. It’s Ace from the /5N@F/ general styled as an Assault Marine from WH40K.

The purity seal, for those interested, reads:

"Let it be known: In recog- nition for his OC both in voice and in the drawfaging Brother Ace has given the general, he has been granted this seal of purity, that he might use to ward off the evil of those who would shitpost.

…despite his ventures into the lewds, he is to be venerated as a champion of comedy first and foremost. Also he lives with the rabbot.”

The Bible is not a book, it is a whole library of writings extending across two millennia. Despite its variety, however, there is a centre from which and toward which it must be interpreted. Luther’s definition of this centre was soon very popular among Evangelical theologians: ‘What proclaims Christ’ is the point of reference for exegesis. Luther himself clarified this eloquent formula: what impels you to Christ crucified is at the heart of the Scriptures. […] The precept that the Scriptures alone formed the foundation of theology was already familiar to medieval scholastics […] But the scriptural principle could become scriptural practice only once the Bible was discovered to be more than a collection of various kinds of truths and proofs, when it was recognized as having its own message, one which decided about life and death, and thus had to be interpreted out of itself, out of its centre.
—  Heiko A. Oberman, Luther: Man Between God and the Devil, pp.172f.
"The fundamentalist of Game Design" Ernest Adam practice questions ch1 Self Reflection

Design Practice QUESTIONS 

1. As a potential designer, do you see yourself as an artist, an engineer, a craftsman, or something else? Why do you see yourself that way? 

2. Do you agree or disagree with the defi nition of a game? If you disagree, what would you add, remove, or change? 

3. We have defi ned gameplay strictly in terms of challenges and actions, leaving out the game world or the story. Do you feel that this is appropriate? Why or why not? 

4. Why is it fair if one athlete trains to become better but not fair if he takes drugs to become better? What does this say about our notions of fairness? 

5. We’ve listed only the most important things that computers bring to gaming. What other things can you think of? 

6. The list of ways that video games entertain people is only a beginning. What else would you add?

1. I see myself as an artist/engineer. I love the game DarkSouls and how the game plays and feels. I also love animals and I want to incorporate my love for animals in my artistic designs, but I also want to make people feel the way I feel by expressing it not only to the art but by how the game plays. Much like DarkSouls.

2. Instead of “pretend reality” I would have changed it to a “form of reality”. However, the practical definition itself is good.

3. Unless the challenges and actions and actions are 11/10 mind blowingly good leaving Anything out like the world and story is a terrible idea for submersion and a good game.

4.  If an athlete were to take performance enhancing drugs he/she violated the rules and spirit of the game. It is not considered a game at that point. Because that person improved their skills via non traditional means as the rest of the players.

5. Important software that computers has brought to gaming is the fact that, like the Elder Scrolls Oblivion, and Skyrim (to name a few) has a community dedicated to mods of the game to give different experience, replay value and rules of the game to the user player.

6. Much like in the new shooter “Call of Duty Advanced Warfare”© Kevin spacey  a well known actor in the new “House of Cards” Advertised in the new game making people overly excited to play the game that has such a famous actor in the game. If I were to create my own game I want to portray my own story, my own thoughts and design into a game. Of course with a team of developers it would change. I just don’t want to make a game because of popularity. Then it become a repeated chore other than a fun worth while experience.

The investigation of community structures in networks is an important issue in many domains and disciplines. This problem is relevant for social tasks (objective analysis of relationships on the web), biological inquiries (functional studies in metabolic and protein networks), or technological problems (optimization of large infrastructures). Several types of algorithms exist for revealing the community structure in networks, but a general and quantitative definition of community is not implemented in the algorithms, leading to an intrinsic difficulty in the interpretation of the results without any additional non-topological information. In this article we deal with this problem by showing how quantitative definitions of community are implemented in practice in the existing algorithms. In this way the algorithms for the identification of the community structure become fully self-contained. Furthermore, we propose a local algorithm to detect communities which outperforms the existing algorithms with respect to computational cost, keeping the same level of reliability. The algorithm is tested on artificial and real-world graphs. In particular, we show how the algorithm applies to a network of scientific collaborations, which, for its size, cannot be attacked with the usual methods. This type of local algorithm could open the way to applications to large-scale technological and biological systems.