prince tobias

More Snily Headcanons

Lily’s not shy about being affectionate with Sev—liberally, genuinely, and spontaneously—and she’s perhaps the one person who’s allowed to be.

Snape can hotwire a car.

A mouse once escaped Lily’s bag and ran into Petunia’s room—the screams could be heard all the way to Spinner’s.

Snape never told Lily how he was treated at home; it was bad enough she saw what happened at school.

Lily was so delighted when she first opened a chocolate frog, Sev couldn’t help watching her with a smile.

Snape taught Lily how to play Gobstones, and even gave her tips—such as how to get the least bit of goo after a loss.

In contrast, Lily taught Sev how to play most Muggle games, such as “Hide and Seek” (which for some reason frightened him almost humorously at first—seems he thought she was making it up to get away from him).

While Snape visited Lily quite frequently, he never let her come to his house—not once.

One of Lily’s favorite places was the Astronomy Tower, and she’d stargaze whenever possible; Sev was invited more than once.

Snape knew things most—Wizard or Muggle—did not at age 9: where to get bootleg booze and cigarettes, what places held underground cock fights, and how much Amaranth was necessary to distract angry fathers.

Lily knew how to bake cookies by 9 and would often invite Sev over to try some, or bring them to share.

15-year-old Snape once overheard Regulus Black voice his impressed opinion with his skills to one Barty Crouch Jr. Apparently, “He can do incredible things, and he’s only a half-blood!”

Lily’s backyard had a huge flower garden, where she and Sev would share Butterbeer, biscuits, and tales of Merlin (a Slytherin) on lazy afternoons.

Both have the same favorite color: green.

Talking about Tobias Snape

Tobias Snape is depicted as an angry working class man in a poverty riddled Muggle neighbourhood.

For those who understand the class and cultural history of working class Britain in the 1950s and 1960s, the conclusions are clear:  Tobias rants and raves whilst his magical wife cowers (worthy of an essay in itself), and his tiny son sobs. 

The inference is that Tobias’ house – for it is his house in the ‘Muggle dungheap’– is one of misery and violence, of abuse and powerlessness, and of hunger and alcohol.

His son, Severus, epitomises this sorry state of affairs:  a neglected, unwashed boy – his hair overly long and unkempt, his clothes mismatched and ill-fitting; not only unsuitable for a child, but explicitly not specifically purchased for a child.  

It’s horrifically sad – but how did this state of affairs come about?  Well, we know a few things, and can infer a few others:

We know that Severus was born in 1960.  If you accept the dating of Eileen’s potions book as being canon, then it’s likely Eileen was born in the early 1930s.  Tobias could theoretically have been born as late as the early 1940s, but it’s possible he was born as early as the 1920s.

If Tobias was born in the 1930s, then he grew up under the dark shadow of war.  But more interestingly, if Tobias was born in the 1920s, then he was an active part of WWII.  Furthermore, being born in the 1920s would make him the son of a father who was part of WWI – and he’d have lived through years of poverty, and the sense of betrayal following WWI.

The conclusion of WWII wasn’t all that different; rationing continued well into the 1950s, and although various social welfare schemes were created, it was a time of worry – particularly for those in the cotton industry.  

And as for Eileen – well, the marriage itself seems slightly bizarre.  She’s described as being rather like Severus; thin, sour-faced, sullen and unattractive.  She clearly has no riches to bring, and Severus’ memories are those of parents who seemingly detest each other – so why would Tobias marry her?

Tobias headcanons:

Well, I like the idea of a Tobias who missed the boat.  A Tobias born in the early 1920s who signed up early and did his duty for the duration of the war.  A Tobias who was thrown back into society as a young 20something, unable to cope, wracked with the anxiety and stress that war brings – and faced with an uncompromising and unforgiving community who believed him selfish for not embracing life:  who wanted him to get on with living, given that men from other families – fathers, uncles, brothers and sons – didn’t return home at all.  

He ran from emotional relationships, but eventually found his place whilst toiling in the factory a few streets over. He joined the working men’s club and forged friendships with others who understood the horrors he’d been through. He played dominoes on a Monday, darts on a Wednesday, danced on a Friday, watched his local football team on a Saturday and played Sunday league after church but before lunch.  

All of the women his age were long married, and with his huge hooked nose and grumpy demeanour, Tobias wasn’t deemed a catch by those younger.  Until Eileen came along.  Eileen who had renounced her magical ways, and her magical family – Eileen who hadn’t grown up in the area, and knew nothing of Tobias’ troubled past.  

And whilst Eileen was no oil painting, she was younger and didn’t have children already – and she seemed to hang on his every word.  Tobias showed an interest, and flattered, she returned it.  They married, and for a long time, all was well.  Tobias kept up his social life – drinking with his friends, playing sport and being heavily involved in the community.  He watched as the sons of his mates turned up at the club, following in their father’s footsteps.

He lost a pace or two whilst playing football, but wasn’t quite ready to join his mates on the touchline, who were now cheering on their sons instead.

So their happy house became strained; torn between Tobias who wanted a child, and Eileen who was terrified of what that would mean.  Eventually, bolstered by Tobias’ professed love, Eileen acquiesced – and she fell pregnant a few months later.

Their marriage fell apart when Severus was 18 months old.  There had been signs – oh yes, there had been signs, but Tobias had shrugged them off as coincidences; a small toy moved from one side of the room to another, the radio changing channel, the window seemingly opening and closing itself.

But this was different. He was late for work, and he’d clattered down the stairs to collect the milk from the front step.  He charged through the house, colliding heavily with his wife in the kitchen – and the milk flew into the air.  Three sets of eyes watched in horror as the glass bottle descended, but before it hit the floor and smashed, it halted.  

There was a long pause as Tobias stared in horror at his wife, who was pale and stricken.  Her eyes rolled towards the ceiling, and her lips gently fluttered as she muttered under her breath.  Slowly, he turned to gaze at his son, whose black eyes were fixed on the bottle.

“Is he-“

“Let it down, Severus.”

Their son didn’t flinch.

Eileen strode across the kitchen and clamped her hands over her son’s face.  Eye contact broken, the bottle fell from its suspension in the air, and Severus howled in dismay as the glass smashed, echoing around the tiny kitchen.

Tobias looked in horror at the milk, and then at his wife and child – both of whom appeared terrified.

“What the fuck was that?”  

That’s what I love; I love the interpretation of Tobias being entirely unaware that Eileen was magical until Severus was born and suddenly displayed traits that couldn’t be hidden - and then Tobias’ simple world was pulled from beneath him.

Tobias resented his son – this scrawny, anaemic, studious, creepy kid.  He’d wanted a strapping lad who he could throw on his shoulders and take to the match. He’d wanted a kid who would go down to the club and play football with the other boys.  He’d wanted a kid who’d work in the mill with him during the summers because he wanted nothing more than to be like his father.

Yet his boy was his mother’s son.  Severus didn’t want any part of being a Muggle - he didn’t want to kick a football, or throw a cricket ball, or cast for a fish in the river. 

No, Severus wanted to wave a stick and mutter curses; he wanted to make sparks fly and create concoctions in the kitchen; he wanted to spend hours holed away in the attic pouring over ancient books from Eileen’s old suitcase.

Tobias had thought it was a phase; thought Severus would grow out of it.  So he waited.  But Severus never did, so Tobias’ temper frayed.  He’d finish work and head for the pub, drowning his sorrows as his mates’ boys crowded at the bar.  When he got home, he’d shout and rave at his wife, blaming her for the way his son had turned out.

Eventually, he’d collapse into bed in a drunken stupor, and the next morning, all would be forgotten.  He’d stand in the doorway of his son’s bedroom and will him to wake up and ask to go to the match. 

But Severus hadn’t forgotten.

Tobias’ boy just wanted to get away from him, and his stupid Muggle ways.

And that was just fine by Tobias. 



Severus Snape (b. 9th January 1960) was a half-blood wizard, the son of witch Eileen Prince and muggle Tobias Snape.

❝ I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride. ❞
                                                                                      Al Capone