pensieve memories

Candy Hearts


Based on the word “Inevitable”

Draco’s eleven.

He’s gasping lungs and cracked open ribs as he clutches the acceptance letter in his pocket and glances up at the frost laced rooftops of Diagon Alley, realizes that there’s an entire world beyond the manor walls and he hadn’t even realized it.

He’s eleven and catching sight of her through shop window reflections like crystal balls. Dragging himself into Florish and Bots because there’s curiosity, no, interest, no, enchantment, maybe, ebbing like magic through the whorls of his fingertips. And she’s in his peripheral, schoolbooks clutched to her chest and smile soft, eyes wide and lashes fluttering. Luminescent in the light filtering through the window.

Draco watches as she rolls her sleeves up to her elbows and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, strains on her tiptoes to reach a book on one of the higher shelves and –

“Here,” he says, grabs the book and slips it into her hands. Ignores the spark that catches between their fingertips and tugs, oh yes, he’s close enough to see the color of her eyes like rainbows reflected through a prism, the butterfly soft smile that traps itself against her mouth as she meets his eyes –

Says her name, “Y/N,” like wind chimes or a symphony.

And Draco thinks that it might as well be a spell.


Draco’s twelve.

He’s glances cast across a classroom, over his shoulder, when he hopes that nobody is looking. Fingers brushing and elbows knocking and, “Excuse me, I didn’t watch where I was going.” He did, and he’d be lying if he said that touching her felt anything less than a charm.

He’s twelve and he’s the pride swelling in his chest at his first Quidditch match when he can hear her somewhere below him, cheering his name. He tells her that she’s his good luck charm the next day, doesn’t quite catch the blush that suffuses her cheeks before he turns away.

But it’s the last day of term and she’s slipping by him in the train corridor and, “Have a good summer, Draco,” she says, hesitates, brushes her lips against his cheek.

He hadn’t quite believed in magic, until then.


Draco’s thirteen.

He’s Blaise’s snickering and Pansy’s knowing looks and jealousy, hot and potent, bubbling like a potion he hadn’t managed to get right in his stomach as Cormac McLagen smirks and smiles and sidles up beside Y/N in the Great Hall during breakfast one day.

He’s thirteen and he’s fucking captivated as snowflakes dust Y/N’s lashes and the wind twirls the ends of her scarf, as she wipes butterbeer from her upper lip and giggles at something that one of her friends whispers into her ear.

“I’ll help you back,” he offers, seizes a chance, when her friends have run ahead of her on the path back to the castle.

And she smiles at him, tucks an arm through the crook of his elbow. Tells him about the trouble she’s been having in Transfiguration lately and if she can’t figure it out her parents will have her head for sure and –

“I can tutor you, if you’d like,” he says, wonders if Blaise had spiked his pumpkin juice with Felix Felicis that morning. Hopes that she can’t feel his heartbeat through the jut of his elbow.

“I’d love that,” she replies.

And he can’t quite believe his luck.


Draco’s fourteen.

He’s library desks cluttered with books and ink blotches, Madam Pince’s furious hushing when he and Y/N forget to be quite. The way light streaks and shimmers around her, distorted as though they’re drowning in the Black Lake.

He’s fourteen and strangely, oddly hopeful as he clasps her fingers, marvels at the fit of her hand in his, shows her the correct hand motion and heart stops, starts, stutters when she doesn’t quite pull away.

“I aced my last test,” she tells him, runs towards him in the corridor, throws her arms around his neck till he can feel her heartbeat crash against his.

“I guess you don’t need a tutor anymore then,” he says. A frown is burgeoning on the cusp of his mouth.

“No, no,” she says hurriedly. “I still do.”

And he isn’t sure why he hasn’t transfigured this, them into something else yet.


Draco’s fifteen.

He’s the firewhiskey on his lips and the castle floor on the palms of his hands as he reaches forward and spins the bottle yes, hopes, wonders, waits as it spins, spins, lands on her, oh yes.

He’s fifteen and he’s the lip-gloss on her lips, the way they crash head on like a train-wreck, a car crash and he doesn’t have an algorithm for this: him, her, the kiss.

Because her mouth fits neatly against his and she tastes like melted sugar, like cotton candy, all soft edges and fluttering pulse points. His eyes are closed and he can’t quite believe/ only he can, he’d rigged the game.

Afterwards, afterwards, afterwards:

He pulls her into a broom cupboard and threads his fingers through her hair, tastes butterbeer on her tongue and feels his tonsils glued together because this is a secret and he can’t quite find the right words to say.

But things are different, they’re different and he holds her hands as he walks her to class, kisses her across the tabletop in Honeydukes and grabs her, twirls her after Quidditch matches. He wraps his scarf around her neck and they pass notes in class, sit at the top of the astronomy tower at night and map out the handful of constellations that they know.

It’s this: him, her, and how he hadn’t anticipated that the winds would change.


Draco’s sixteen.

He’s late night kisses and early morning platitudes, worried questions and, “Draco, I know something’s wrong.” The mark on his arm and the worry that’s coiled tight in his gut as he attempts to keep it covered up.

He’s sixteen and he’s breaking, the world too heavy on Atlas’ shoulders. Because he has a noose around his neck and he can’t do it, can’t, can’t, can’t.

They lose their virginity to each other the night before he’s meant to kill Dumbledore. And it’s like falling through a pensieve to a memory he didn’t know he had; soft lips and rolling hips and gasps, teeth, fingers fit neatly in the groove of her waist.

Here’s how it goes:

A girl, a boy, a tragedy. He’s Icarus and she’s the sun and it’s not her that kills him, oh no, it’s the ocean and melted wax dripping down his back.

He tells her ‘I love you’ before he tells him ‘I have to kill you’.

And there’s a green light and he’s Gatsby and he’s never managed to reach what he wanted, no, has only ever been a cautionary tale.

He’s sixteen and he’s a mistake, a heartbreak, the boy who made all the wrong choices.


Draco’s seventeen.

He’s the shards of a broken chandelier stuck in his mouth, his hands, vocal chords torn to ribbons as lights flash green and screams echo through the hallowed corridors of the manor. The letters he’d sent her that don’t have a reply, the ragged stitches of a heart never meant to mend.

He’s seventeen and the room of requirement is burning around him, life flashing before his eyes, flames licking at his heels. It’s her, her, her. And Crabbe’s gone, the room is charred but it’s not over yet, is never over.

There’s blood on his hands and in his throat when he sees her again. When he grabs her, yells, watches as a Death Eater’s body crumbles to the floor.

Her palm is sweaty against his, breaths ragged and tears sooty.

There’s a war raging around them and he finds that he doesn’t quite care.


Draco’s eighteen.

He’s the faded mark on his arm and the ring in his pocket and the happiness – cautious, unsure, new – that permeates the walls of his new home with her. Because the war is over and the world is still turning.

He’s eighteen and he’s a happy ending, maybe, a fairytale that didn’t quite end with them riding off into the sunset but ended like this instead: him and her and he thinks that that’s all he ever really needed.

Inconsistencies in Harry Potter Movie Worldbuilding

Feel free to add to this post. :)


  • Books: Every spell has a specifically designed form and function. For example, Rictusempra is a Tickling Spell. Movies: Many spells - including Rictusempra, Expelliarmus, and the majority of spells cast at the Department of Mysteries in Order of the Phoenix - are indiscernible in effect beyond ‘FLASH-BANG-SOMEONE FLIES BACK TWENTY FEET.’
  • Movies: In the beginning of Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry performs underage magic in the from of Lumos. He is later expelled for performing… underage magic.
  • Books: Non-verbal spells are difficult and take a long time to learn. Movies: Everyone seems to do them often and with little difficulty.
  • Books: Wandless magic is almost never shown at all, unless cast by accident or by a very powerful wizard. Movies: Hermione (and possible other characters) is shown doing wandless magic.
  • Books: Expecto Patronum produces an animal shaped avatar, which can charge down Dementors and the like. Movies: Sometimes they’re just a big burst of light. Sometimes they take animal form. Sometimes they do something indistinct and leave trails behind.


  • Books: Avada Kedavra kills instantly and leaves an untouched corpse behind. Movies: Bellatrix Lestrange and Voldemort both appear to… explode. Despite the fact that previous victims of the same spell, in previous movies, did not explode.


  • Books: Unlike the younger generation during vacation time, many wizards are portrayed as completely oblivious of Muggle clothing. Robes are the norm for school and work. Movies: Children and adults, Pureblood and Muggleborn alike, wear Victorian-style or modern Muggle clothing.


  • Books: Apparition is simple teleportation from Point A to Point B. Movies: There is a lot of unexplained [EDIT] VFX and SFX involved. Shwoop. Fwoop. Doop.
  • Books: Voldemort flies without a broom, to the shock and horror of the Order. Movies: Apparently all the Death Eaters can fly, and do so while trailing copious… black smoke?
  • Books: Hermione states approximately nine thousand times that Apparition inside Hogwarts is impossible. Movies: Except for Snape, apparently.


  • Books: Animagi change in and out of their animal forms with all of their clothes. Consistently. Movies: In Chamber of Secrets and Prisoner of Azkaban, McGonagall, Sirius, and Peter change into human form with clothes on. Then Peter changes into Wormtail and leaves his clothes behind. After which Sirius changes into Padfoot and his clothes transform with him. Then in Order of the Phoenix Sirius changes into human form sans clothes again. -_-’


  • Books: Sirius knows that Lupin has no control over his transformation, and instantly tells the kids to run. Movies: Sirius very pointlessly urges Lupin to resist the change.
  • Books: A normal wolf with a few minor differences. Movies: Two-legged chihuahua of death.


  • Books: They wear hoods, glide across the ground, and cannot fly. Movies: They sometimes have hoods. Sometimes not. Sometimes they fly. Sometimes they do not.


  • Books: A Pensieve shows an individual’s memories and the surrounding setting. Movies: Snape’s memories in Deathly Hallows Part 2 somehow include events he was not present for.


  • Books: It’s a person’s head popping out of the fire. That’s it. A fire, and their head. Movies: They did it twice, and both closer resembled Calcifer from Howl’s Moving Castle than a fire-call.

Can we please stop blaming Tom Riddle’s descent into evil on Dumbledore? I don’t get why people do this, seriously.
Tom wasn’t abused at his orphanage. Seriously, he was not. Nothing in the books says he was. Even if he was, as Deputy Headmaster it wasn’t Dumbledore’s call to send him back. Admitting Tom into Hogwarts? Again, NOT his call. Admission is the Headmaster’s call and Dumbledore was not Headmaster yet. Dumbledore didn’t guide or nurture him? I see no other teacher get this shit, and Dumbledore was Tom’s teacher, not his babysitter. Nobody should have to hold your hand all the time in order for you to not commit murder.What makes Tom more important than every other child in that school? Yes, Tom needed care just like every other child deserves, he was a kid like everyone else, but it’s not just Dumbledore’s fault! He wasn’t mistreated, because the other teachers adored him. Dumbledore wasn’t the only teacher in the school guys.

Plus, Dumbledore not telling the teachers his suspicions is because he had no proof. He had a suspicion, that’s it. That’s literally all he had. Plus you really think they would’ve believed him?! Dippet didn’t even believe that Tom didn’t open the Chamber, come on now! Speaking of the Chamber, Dumbledore didn’t witness the murder take place. Dippet covered up the incident just like Dumbledore covered up the werewolf one, he had no Pensieve memories nor was he Chief Warlock yet, I’m sure he wasn’t until he defeated Grindelwald. What could he have done really? I have heard people literally say that it’s all on Dumbledore because he didn’t adopt or protect Tom from himself. Are you kidding me?! Dumbledore isn’t this kid’s daddy, peeps. He probably could’ve offered him all the “help” in the world, would it have made any difference?! Maybe, but there’s nothing that guarantees that! Slughorn offered his help to set up helpful connections with high ranking people who could have mentored him, we have proof of that. Tom didn’t want it. Dumbledore didn’t rob him of his free will, Tom could have turned from the dark any time he wanted. He CHOSE not to. Dumbledore didn’t create Voldemort, Voldemort created himself, he’s the way he is because he WANTED to be. It’s nobody’s fault but Tom’s, especially not Dumbledore’s. So stop. What’s next, are we going to blame him for the murders GG committed during the first war? Oh wait……

PS: Dumbledore fake setting Tom’s wardrobe on fire doesn’t mean anything. People lose their entire homes in real fires and don’t become mass murderers.

anonymous asked:

I am by no meas a hater, but it does puzzle me to see some fellow pros claim that Snape was only a verbal bully...did he not hurl a giant glass jar full of cockroaches at Harry's head?? Wouldn't that count as attempted physical abuse?

I think there is a difference between his routine behaviour as a teacher, and his behaviour in those specific circumstances with Harry.  This does not excuse Snape’s reaction that night; he is still the adult, still the teacher, and he remains in a position of power and authority over Harry.

However, his reaction in that moment is not that of a bully; it is raw emotion.  When you first read the scene, you assume it’s because he’s embarrassed and humiliated.  On later reads, it’s clear that Snape is furious because Harry - who is fully aware that Snape is a spy - risks Snape’s safety.  Importantly, Harry doesn’t realise the gravity of his actions - he’s just an inquisitive kid.

Whereas Snape is painfully aware that the Dark Lord has a direct connection to Harry’s brain, which is why he’s teaching Harry Occlumency - yet Harry can’t seem to grasp the art.  And although Snape wouldn’t want Harry to know his allegiance and motivations, that’s not the real danger; the real danger is a Harry who knows this information is able to unwittingly pass it on to the Dark Lord.

Snape knows that if Voldemort became aware of his true allegiance and motivations, Snape would be murdered.

So yes, he absolutely was physically violent in that scene towards Harry - but I wouldn’t class that as bullying.

Evidence that Harry James Potter is not unobservant like many people like to claim
  • Realized Hermione would not know about the troll because she was in the bathroom in PS
  • Keen enough eye to spot the winged key
  • Noticed Dobby’s eyes in the bush in CoS
  • Recognized that Lockhart was a fraud right off the bat at age 12 (Ron did too but Hermione, Miss Brightest Witch of Her Age, was distracted by the pretty and lots of other adults were fooled too)
  • Deduced that the girl who died in Tom Riddle’s memory was Myrtle
  • Recognized how tense/anxious Ginny looked and realized she knew something about the Chamber
  • Noticed the paper in Hermione’s hand when she was petrified
  • Recognized how weird it was that Fudge was being lenient on blowing up Aunt Marge and later connected it with them worrying about him and Sirius in PoA
  • Realized (before Hermione) that Dumbledore wanted them to save Buckbeak as well during their time turner shenanigans
  • Deduced that every champion besides Cedric would know about the dragons in GoF
  • Noticed Ron’s jealousy of Krum
  • Caught a reflection of light on the glass case of the Sword of Gryffindor and found the Pensieve
  • Connected the dots and realized the Pensieve showed memories because of his experience with Tom Riddle’s diary
  • Noticed that Dumbledore had been avoiding him in OotP
  • Picked up on Draco’s “dogging around” comment
  • Noticed that Daily Prophet article about Sturgis Podmore breaking into a secret in the Ministry and recalls that Podmore hadn’t shown up for guard duty
  • Recognized the difference between his actual dreams and the ‘visions’ which helped save Arthur Weasley’s life
  • Heard Kingsley whisper, felt something shoot past him, saw the blank expression in Marietta’s eyes and put two and two together, something Umbridge, Fudge and Dawlish couldn’t perceive
  • Noticed Draco giving his mother the slip in HBP
  • Deduced that Draco had become a Death Eater
  • Recognized that the ring on Dumbledore’s desk (and remembered Dumbledore was wearing this ring when they retrieved Slughorn) was the ring Marvolo showed Ogden
  • Realized that Tonks’ brief was probably heartbreak and figured out she was in love (even though he didn’t have enough context to realize it was Remus and not Sirius)
  • Noticed when Ginny didn’t seem enthusiastic about meeting up with Dean (this is very common when you have a crush, but still)
  • Noted how weird Slughorn’s tampered memory is with the dense fog
  • Noticed that Malfoy kept disappearing from the Marauder’s Map and eventually realized he was using the Room of Requirement
  • Put two and two together about Ron and the love potion
  • Caught Voldemort’s eyes flashing scarlet in Hokey’s memory
  • Deduced that Malfoy’s plan was coming into fruition based on the whooping and gave Hermione and Ron a warning plan before he and Dumbledore left
  • Noticed the blue eye in the mirror shard in DH
  • Realized Regulus was RAB
  • Perceptive enough to realize Ron had to be the one to destroy the locket
  • Also perceptive enough to realize he had to open it with Parseltongue
  • Recognized that his Invisibility Cloak matched the description of the cloak in the Deathly Hallows story
  • Noticed things about Luna’s room that made him realize Luna hadn’t been in her home in weeks, catching Xenophilius Lovegood’s lie
  • Connected the dots of The Grey Lady’s story from the “Albania” clue and realized Voldemort had found the diadem and had hidden it at Hogwarts when he tried to get the DADA job
  • Remembered he had seen the diadem in the Room of Requirement before
  • Realized that Draco had become the true master of the Elder Wand, not Snape, the night Dumbledore had died
  • Realized that this made him the true master of the Elder Wand after his skirmish with Draco at Malfoy Manor

There are probably other things I didn’t catch, but there you have it. Harry James Potter is a rather perceptive boy with a keen eye and a good mind for deductive reasoning

anonymous asked:

You know what I find amazing? That Snape didn't include the Lily memories in the pensieve during the occlumency lessons. Snape didn't want ANYONE to know of his true motivations. Yet the memory he guards most carefully against Harry's intrusion is SWM and not the scenes from The Prince's Tale. Why do you think that is? And alternatively how different would things have been if he had, and Harry saw all of them earlier?

I am fairly certain that it’s pure luck that Harry falls into Snape’s Worst Memory and not any others.  In Occlumency, Harry witnesses Snape removing three strands from his memory; in Snape’s Worst Memory (the chapter), Harry recognises that Snape is doing the ‘usual’ of placing certain thoughts into the pensieve.

So I think he did put the majority of the Prince’s Tale into the pensieve.

If Harry had come across those memories, then I think Snape and Dumbledore would’ve had to have sacrificed Snape’s position at Hogwarts in some manner.  Voldemort already had access to Harry’s mind, and the risk of Harry accidentally exposing Snape’s true allegiance would be too great.

I would assume that they would have to go someway to acknowledging the memories that Snape held, and then demonstrating that they were no longer relevant - which would be an almost impossible task.

Snape’s role is understandable; he has to keep a distance from Harry, else he’d struggle to return to the Death Eater fold - but it’s devastating for Harry.  There is a question of what would Harry have done had he discovered the truth about Snape and had managed to keep Snape and Dumbledore et al from finding out that he knew…

I think Harry would’ve been devastated, but I can’t see how that information would’ve particularly helped him to win the war; I think he’d have been too keen to talk to Snape and try and gain his favour - but Snape, busy playing the part of loyal Death Eater, wouldn’t understand…

Liquid Memories

Summary: Scorpius and Albus stumble upon Draco’s pensieve. 2.6K words.

I was thoroughly inspired by @bounding-heart‘s post about wanting to see Al and Scorp’s reactions to their father’s days in school together, so I decided to write this. I hope you enjoy it!

Also, massive thank you to @brightowl for being the most amazing beta. 

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Galavant Sorting

      Richard - Ravenclaw, Pureblood. Charms Professor. Unicorn Patronus.       Elder and Dragon Heartstring wand, 13¼ inches, Slightly Springy.


You’ve kept him alive so that he can die at the proper moment. You’ve been raising him like a pig for slaughter.
Don’t tell me now that you’ve grown to care for the boy.

Expecto Patronum

Love Letters


Based on the word “Nostalgia”

So @rikkachloechan has some Draco Malfoy on her birthday :)


The pensieve is the color of a faded autumn sky when it all begins, slipping through thick clouds of memories and onto a bustling platform.

There’s a boy and a girl, a scarf that flutters and catches on the billowing breeze.

Trepidation lodged in throats as fingers clasp at green threads and cheeks color pink.

“Here,” Draco says, thrusting the scarf into the young girl’s hands just as the train whistle splits the air. He doesn’t wait for a thank you. Doesn’t adhere to the conductor’s shrill shouts or his parent’s displeased tutting behind him.

Those things all seem spectacularly unimportant, really, when contrasted with the pair of cold hands and fluttering lashes, curved face and tentative smile before him.

“I’m Malfoy,” he says, extending a hand. “Draco Malfoy.”

The girl waits for a heartbeat of a moment before taking his hand, the smile on her face budding, blooming, blossoming into something that reminds him vaguely of his mother’s rose garden, of things he wants to pick and press and keep.

“Y/N,” she tells him.

And Draco had known, even then.


The scene changes like the tide, color whirring around him like ocean waves and settling into a cool pool of fall leaves, the outline of a castle stark against the sky, a girl and a boy and a year’s worth of memories stuck in between them.

The apprehension, though, hasn’t quite faded from the air, no, not when Y/N is holding a letter and Draco knows precisely what it says. Not when he’s striding towards her, crunching leaves under his boots to create a symphony and breath fogging a love song in the air.

“You came,” he says. Pauses. Wonders at the kaleidoscope of moments that have passed between them since the moment they met and this one.

It feels vaguely like a prophecy.

A celestial alignment and an ordainment of fucking history, all compiled for this very moment – when Y/N’s cheeks are coloring and her fingers are curling around the paper in her hand and her heart is stitched onto her elbow, beating in time to the rustle of the few leaves left on the trees.

“Did you mean what you said?” she asks. Squeezes the letter tighter, tighter, tighter, as though attempting to siphon a year’s worth of stolen moments and bated hope into her veins.

Draco nods. Runs his tongue along his teeth and clenches his fists in his pockets.

“Of course I meant it.”

And then he’s striding forward; one, two, three steps.

The kiss, when it inevitably comes, feels like tectonic plates shifting beneath their feet, a cause and an effect and a tidal wave tsunami of maybe, not yet, pennies thrown into a fountain and dandelion wishes catching on the breeze.


The world is shifting again, pensieve tilting and memory distorting.

Draco had said it first. On a spring ripe morning in the chilly alcove behind his bed curtains. It’s cupped cheeks and chapped lips, giggles that pop like bubbles and promises that embed themselves in flesh like teeth marks.

He says, “I love you,” and he means it. Down to the sponge-soft marrow of his bones and the drag, push, inhale, exhale of his lungs.

She waits, she always waits. The breadth of a stuttering heartbeat. Long enough for him to wonder –

But then there’s a dew drop dusting of tears clinging to her lashes and she’s laughing, gripping his arms and tipping her forehead against his.

“I love you too,” sounds like a cacophony of infinities, a record player loop of wide eyed fantasies and sweltering summer days.

And Draco knows, as he’s smiling and pressing his lips to her cheeks, her nose, her mouth that there’s a world burgeoning just outside the thick, green curtains. That this carefully crafted façade is fated to come crashing down.

For now, though, he’s not quite sure that he cares.


The set changes. An astronomy tower and a scared boy and a nightmare.

There’s a trembling arm and an offer that he can’t take.

A gasp as he’s buffeted to the side and green saturates the corners of his vision.

Because Y/N had seen and he doesn’t quite know where that leaves them.


The clock rewinds and the pensieve alters and he’s in Malfoy Manor, now.

Draco can only watch as a slur is carved into the pale skin of Hermione Granger’s arm, can only swallow bile as glances over at Y/N, wonders what’s going to happen to her.

It happens in an instant.

He’s lurching forward, looping his arms around Y/N’s waist and yanking them both backwards and the chandelier is falling, falling, falling.

The scene splinters.


Time’s almost caught up to him.

Because this scene he’d lived what seems like merely a moment ago.

An ash mottled courtyard, a battle to the death.

But Draco’s not sure that matters, anymore. Not when there’s so much death. Scattered haphazardly around him as if this isn’t the end of the world and he can wind back the clock, fix his mistakes, do it all over again.

He doesn’t know if Y/N is alive.

That’s the only thing that seems to matter.

There’s a fissure of green and red sparks, of defeat and victory and two sides dangled tantalizing on a tension wound tight rope that he hopes he’s toed carefully enough so he won’t fall, fall, fall.

And she’s there. Across the courtyard. Staring right back at him as he breathes a sigh of relief and hurries through the crowd –

He wraps his hand around hers and is relieved at the spark, snap awareness of his nerves. That he can still feel.

“Are you all right?” he asks, throat smoke scratched and words tremulous.

She nods. Sighs. Leans her forehead against his and lets the memory fade, dim, flicker.


The scene changes, and this time it melds into reality.

anonymous asked:

It makes me want to cry when people say that Snape's pensieve memories are subjective when they want to promote the argument that James changed in 7th Year. It really is one of the perfect examples of reaching for straws.

True. It makes me wonder if I should cry or bang my head against a hard surface. Especially because it’s canon that he did _not_ change. It’s not implied, it’s not hinted at - it’s written in the book. There isn’t any room for interpretation and definitely no need for fanon “counter arguments”. The Pensieve shows the events from a neutral POV so… sorry, dear Snaters/ Marauder stans, but the Marauders really were bullies. I know it’s hard. Especially for Severus.
People want to believe that James was not that bad and Severus’s POV is biased because otherwise they’d have to do what Snape supporters did from the start: accept that their favourite character has bad character traits as well, that they made mistakes and that they aren’t perfect.

anonymous asked:

so how do you feel about snape

y i k e s ! i should have been expecting this lmao

*prepares myself to be attacked by angry snape defenders*

I mean there’s no reason to draw it out or anything, I hate snape lol. I think he’s shitty and doesn’t deserve any redemption tbh.

BUT! I have no problem saying that he’s a good character. Snape has a lot of depth and he’s one of those characters that keeps you wondering. Like, you don’t immediately know what he’s all about right off the bat or throughout the entire series, really, until we see his memories. He’s interesting, if nothing else.

That being said, I do not think Snape is a good person. Like I said before, he’s shitty. He’s a bully. I don’t care about his 15 year old animosities with James Potter. If he’s not able to keep the bitterness at bay enough to not bully James’s son, who had no control of them not getting along during school and doesn’t even know why Snape hates him so much, then he shouldn’t be a teacher. And I know some people will try to defend his actions by saying “he had to act like that so he didn’t give away what he was really doing !!” but like ?? he literally didn’t ?? Most teachers try to treat all of their students respectfully ?? Or at the very least, they don’t try to make them feel like shit on the first day of school by yelling at them for taking notes and then asking them stuff about potions knowing full well that student had no knowledge of magic until just a month earlier. But even if people defend his actions with Harry, it still doesn’t excuse how he treats all the other students that aren’t in his house. “Haha Neville! you suck at potions !! You better do this one right or your toad is gonna die!!!” Teachers are people that are supposed to make you feel safe and welcome, yet Snape was Neville’s biggest fear. Here’s another good one: Snape literally refused to continue occlumency with harry because he was mad that harry looked into the pensieve and saw his memories. Like yeah, harry shouldn’t have done that, but he’s a kid. Snape is a grown man who knew full well that harry not learning occlumency could result in not only harry’s death, but the deaths of those close to him. And guess what!!! It did!!! Oh! And let’s not forget him asking voldy to kill james and harry but spare lily for his selfish ass. And then leaving crying baby harry in the crib while he cradles lily’s dead body! But Snape is totally a good guy, right? Give me a break lol.

Feel free to disagree with me!! Feel free to send me comments all about how horrible james was and how I’m a hypocrite for liking him and the rest of the marauders !! Feel free to let me know that Snape’s actions are totally justified and how his redemption is well deserved !! Feel free to tell me how wrong all my opinions are !! I honestly don’t care lol. You’re entitled to your opinion, but how I feel about him isn’t going change so don’t waste your time trying to convince me lmao