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Snape Appreciation Month day 24: Favourite Moment

Scorpius: Thank you for being my light in the darkness.
Snape looks at him, every inch a hero, he softly smiles.
Snape: Tell Albus - tell Albus Severus - I’m proud he carries my name.
[Cursed Child - Part II Act 3, scene 9]

I’ve heard a lot of people saying Snape was really Ooc in Cursed Child, and Idk (and probably part of me doesn’t care too much, lol), but his appearance really hit me in the chest. I didn’t like a lot of things in CC, but…this one, I did.
I probably have too many favourite moments to count, but I wanted to use this occasion to mention this part, kind of a tribute (besides, I’ve already told ya my fav moment is the Half-Blood Prince one, hehe)

redhead

*Sectumsempra*

Lily: No! Harry! 

James: *panicking* I know that spell from somewhere, Blondie needs help immediately. Merlin’s pants Myrtle he’s not dead STOP shouting!

Lily: He’s about to be, it can’t be.. no. That bloody book, that is a very dark spell Jamie

Sirius: Trust me knows, he was hit by it.

Lily: WHAT?!

James: *through his teeth* Padfoot!

Sirius: We are all dead Prongs, it doesn’t matter if she knows or not really.

James: You son of a–

Sirius: Bitch. I know, I lived with her for sixteen years.

Lily: Who?

James: Doesn’t matter.

Lily: *fuming* I. said. WHO

James: *giving up* Snivellus. Dumbledore healed me pretty fast, I didn’t have many scars so I decided to keep it to myself than to hurt you.

Sirius: Speak of the devil

*Snape heals Draco and comes back to order Harry to bring his school bag*

Lily: He’s gonna have to give that stupid book to him eventually

Sirius: *smirking* Not necessarily

Lily: Sirius, I will drag you to hell myself and hand you over to Walburga if you don’t shut it.

James: He’s going to the Room of Requirements to hide his book, I can’t believe we didn’t include that in the Map.

Lily: Jamie, this is so not the time love.

James: Alright alright, got it.

*Snape checks Harry’s copy of Advanced Potion Making”

Sirius: Seriously Harry? Roonil Wazlib and the best you can come up with is “That’s my nickname”?

Lily: He’s in so much trouble, he’s done for–

James: Lily calm down a little.

Lily: He almost killed that boy!

Sirius: Well he’s up to something for Voldemort, didn’t you see his arm?

Lily: Doesn’t mean he has to die! Don’t you ever think of Regulus and how he was forced into all of this?

James: LILY!

Sirius: Don’t you dare talk about him again Evans.

Lily: I– I’m sorry.

*“Well, we shall see how you feel after your detentions,” said Snape. “Ten o’clock Saturday morning, Potter. My office.” “But sir…” said Harry, looking up desperately. “Quidditch… the last match of the…” “Ten o’clock,” whispered Snape, with a smile that showed his yellow teeth. “Poor Gryffindor, fourth place this year, I fear”* 

James: That fucking wanker, he did that on purpose. He’s gonna miss the final game. I miss the days with Charlie Weasley, he was one hell of a captain *both Sirius and Lily don’t talk* I will never understand why he went for dragons instead of eternal glory on the field.


*Day of the match and Harry’s detention*

Sirius: Snivellus didn’t just give him our detentions to go through.

James: Yes, yes he did.

Sirius: Merlin I hate him more than I did 20 years ago, I never thought that was possible.

Lily: *shyly* He does that to make sure he reads your name, Sirius. Harry is used to his comments about James but your absence is new to him. He’s just being his cruel self.

Sirius: Well fuck him, Jamie how is the game going? 

James: Not bad, not bad at all. Redhead is actually pretty good.

*Hour and a half later*

James: *cheering* THEY WON! 

Lily: *surprised* Really?

James: Redhead caught the snitch! I can’t believe this, they won!

*half an hour later*

Sirius: Harry’s off of detention and he’s going to the common room now.

James: Well, a pleasant surprise will be waiting for him.

Lily: Ah look at them, there’s Ginny oh.. OH! Well that’s a way to celebrate

Sirius: YES! LOOK AT THE LITTLE FAWN

James: *dancing* SHE’S A REDHEAD MY DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE

Sirius: *grinning* Resemblance is uncanny.

Lily: Harry, love maybe that’s enough, Ron is watching.

James: And she loves Quidditch

Lily: Molly’s gonna be happy

Sirius: Happy is a very underrated word but wait til the twins find out.

James: And have you seen one of her Bat-Bogey hexes? That girl is awesome.

Sirius: If you are done swooning over your future bride Prongs..

Lily: He secretly wanted them to be together since he rescued Ginny from the Chamber of Secrets, leave him be. It took Harry sometime to take his head out of his ass to see Ginny.

Sirius: *smirking* Evans! That’s your son you are talking about and that reminds me of someone.

Lily: *smiling* Oh shut it Black.

James: Nice one Pads, he’s right you know. Everyone knew you were swooning over me for a good six months before you finally accepted you liked me.

Lily: Except for you, Jamie.

James: Whatever. It’s like us but involving a lot less hexes.

Sirius: He’s like a teenager girl whose two favourite characters finally got together.

James: Fuck off Pads.

Lily: He was like that when you and Remus got together, too.

James: So what? Can’t I be happy for people I love?

Sirius: Sure you can but maybe be a little less enthusiastic?

James: *raising an eyebrow* You are one to talk

Sirius: Okay, got it. I’m out.

Lily: What just happened?

James: Nothing important. Ah! Look at them walking around in the castle talking, if her hair was a bit darker they would look exactly like us.

Lily: *putting his head on James’ shoulder* You are relentless.

James: Tell me you don’t like this.

Lily: I love it.

James: Exactly my point.

Contrasting Colours

Originally posted by imaginesofmostthings

Requested by anonymous:

“hi!! can you write an imagine about hermione? where the reader is a slytherin and she’s in love w hermione but hermione refuses to reciprocate her feelings because she’s a slytherin, but something happens to the reader which causes hermione to admit her love? thank u i love ur writing so much.”

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, reader gets injured, slytherin!reader, cocky!reader

Notes: this is a girl x girl fic, set in the 5th year but before Umbridge takes over and ruins everything :)) 


“Hey Malfoy what- hey would you quite eye fucking yourself in the mirror and listen to me?”

Draco let out a frustrated sigh as he reluctantly tore his eyes away from his reflection and turned to his friend as they walked side by side down the crowded hallways of Hogwarts. “What *yln*?” Draco drawled.

“What day is it today?”

“It’s Tuesday and if you didn’t spend every night working your way into every non-straight girls pants in our year you’d know that.” However, as Draco continued to rant to her about how she was a total wreck *yn* had tuned out almost instantly. 

“Brilliant.” *yn* muttered under her breath when she realised what Tuesday meant. 

“Brilliant? It’s most definitely not bloody brilliant, we still have four full days of torture before the weekend.” 

“It may not be brilliant for you, you git. But it is for me.” *yn* grinned as they turned a corner to make their way down a long spiralling staircase.

“And why is it brilliant for you exactly?” Draco huffed. 

“We have double potions.” *yn* smirked smugly. There were a few moments between the two and *yn* could practically hear the cogs in Draco’s head whirring as he tried to figure out why having double potions with the Gryffindors would be a good thing. Then it clicked.

“You’re not still fantasising about bloody Granger are you?” He groaned. 

“You say ‘fantasising’ like I don’t have a shot with her.” *yn* shot back hotly. 

“All I’m saying is that you’ve been her potions partner all year and the closest you’ve got to snogging her is that time you ‘accidentally’ glued your hand to her arse. Plus she’s totally wrapped around Potter’s finger, there’s no way she’d go for you.” Draco replied as the two neared the dungeon that Snape held his lessons.

“All part of my master plan Malfoy. Granger isn’t like the others, it was always going to take time to slither my way in. Pun intended.” *yn* replied.

“Good luck with that *yln*, that’s all I’m gonna say.” 

“Oh and Malfoy, I finished making my way through the non-straight girls months ago. Turns out when you’re well, me, even the heteros aren’t out of my reach.” *yn* spoke as he opened the dungeon door. “See you after class.” She continued before he could answer, shooting him a grin before stepping past him and into Snape’s classroom. 

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"The Upcoming Ball"

Summary: As a new professor at Hogwarts you can’t wait for the Yule Ball.

Note: I know this gif isn’t of Snape, but I really like it. Thinking of making a part two, but I’m not sure. Opinions are much appreciated.

Originally posted by blackfloralia

As a professor at Hogwarts you couldn’t wait for the Yule Ball. As a young girl you lived in America because of the work your father was in, thus attending Ilvermorny. However, once you graduated you moved to Scotland and sought work at Hogwarts as an Alchemy professor. When Dumbledore contacted you for the position you were beside yourself with joy.

“Professor Y/L/N?” Snape’s voice interrupted your reminiscing.

“Sorry. What?” You apologised and turned your attention to the tall man.

“Ugh, you’re as bad as the children.” He said as he sat down across from you.

You watched the mysterious man and couldn’t help but thingk he’d make an interesting date to the Yule Ball.

Since your start at Hogwarts he seemed to take a particular liking of taunting you and even talking with you. He often walked down the halls with you, he’d never miss a beat to say something sarcastic or try pushing your buttons a little.

To you it was a wonderful time and you’d always tell him how much you enjoyed his company as you parted. Minerva always found a way to tease you about your schoolgirl crush on the man.

“As I was saying,” he said dryly, one again taking you out of your thoughts, “The Yule Ball is coming up and I’d much rather not teach the children to dance, would you do it instead?”

You nearly lost your composure for a moment.

“Me? Teach the children to dance to a ball I’ve never even been to?” You scoffed, “I’d rather not.”

He huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Fine.” He said and in one swift movement he got up and left the small lounge.

You wished you had said something different to make him stay longer, you loved having him around.

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You were walking down to the professors’ lounge with Minerva laughing and talking about the upcoming ball. You entered the room and sat down in the armchair that was almost always empty.

The door swung open and in walked your crush.

“Hello Severus” Minerva greeted Snape with a smile and walked toward the door, “I forgot some things in my room.”

“Hello Minerva.” Snape said as she walked out.

“Y/L/N.” Snape’s cold greeting made you long to be greeted like Minerva.

“You know you can call me Y/N.” You said with a slight smile.

Snape made a sort of affirmative noise and cleared his throat.

“And if you’re mad at me for not teaching your students to dance I’m not sorry. They are your students, I would be willing to help if you needed it though.” You said without even looking at the man.

He made another grunting noise and sat down and huffed.

“Some of my female students are struggling with dancing, would you come to one of the class and show the dunderheads how to dance properly?” He asked, but it seemed more of a statement rather than a real question.

“Uh, um,” You were completely taken by surprise, “sure. What day?”

“Tomorrow, and please don’t be a stammering idiot.” He said and turned and left.

That man was such a mystery you wondered if you’d ever figure him out.

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You couldn’t sleep last night, your brain constantly thinking of how Severus’s hands would feel on your hips if he decided to demonstrate a dance to the children. You dressed quickly and walked down to his room in the dungeons, your stomach in knots and images of what may come in your head.

The door was slightly ajar and you knocked lightly as you didn’t want to anger Severus by interrupting his class.

“Enter.” He said, “Ah, Professor Y/L/N. She is here to help me demonstrate the correct way to dance.”

The students smiled wearily and you took your place in front of them. Snape moved forward and swung his wand and music started to play. He closed the gap between the two of you and lightly put his hand on your hip, in that moment you felt your face go red and you avoided his eyes. He then took your hand in his, his hand was bony and cold. He then began to lead in the dance.

“Alright now you all start.” Snape said not pausing the dance.

“Your hand is cold.” You stated, trying to make yourself feel less embarrassed.

He said nothing.

After a few moments he looked down at you and cleared his throat.

“Will you be attending the ball with anyone?” He asked in almost a whisper, as if he was scared one of the children would hear

“Well one of the students asked me to go with them, but I thought it’d be inappropriate, so no, I will be going alone.” You said in a lighthearted manner .

“Ah.” He paused, “would you like to go with me?” He said unsteadily.

A smile etched itself on your face and you blushed again, “I’d love to, but you have to promise me one thing.” You said.

“That is?” His voice now a little more confident now.

“You have to dance with me at least once, I’ve never been to a ball and want to experience it in full.” You confessed to him.

He nodded but didn’t say anything. He stopped dancing and signaled for the children to do the same. No more than a minute later the dismissal bell rang and the children filed out.

As you began to walk to the door Severus stopped you, “I think I can manage one dance.” He said as if it were a big deal.

Your smile widened, “Wonderful.”

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Thinking about writing a part 2, opinions?

anonymous asked:

A little fluffy sort of story where Snape gets a chance to meet his potential?

NOT ANGST.  I deserve a medal.  Or something.


At every meal, Albus Dumbledore looked out into the sea of faces, gently prodding his way into each and every child’s memories.  He didn’t like doing it; didn’t particularly want to do it – but he recognised that had he taken more care with Tom Riddle, then Myrtle Warren wouldn’t have died, and Rubeus Hagrid wouldn’t have been unfairly maligned for such a long period.

He couldn’t do much about Myrtle, the poor soul, but at least Hagrid had finally been allowed to resume his magical education.  For most teenage boys it would’ve been mortifying to be several years older than their classmates, towering high above them with plenty of facial hair and a far deeper voice…  But then, Hagrid did all of those things when he was in the right year, so it was of no real importance.  Hagrid was so pleased to have been exonerated, nothing could dampen his spirit.

And Tom?  Well, Albus Dumbledore had no tears left to shed for Tom. It was a pity that one with such rare and powerful talent was extinguished at such a young age – but Dumbledore and Fudge and Crouch had seen it all before; had witnessed the rise of Grindelwald on the continent, and they weren’t about to stand aside idly and watch as it happened in Britain.

Not by that slip of a boy.

Still, it hadn’t felt right to be part of the mission to hunt him down.  It hadn’t felt right to be the one to hold him whilst the aurors executed him.  It hadn’t felt right, but Dumbledore knew it was.  He’d promised himself never to let another dark wizard dominate the wizarding world again, and young Tom had come remarkably close.  

So now, every day, Dumbledore watched each child much more closely than he’d ever done before.

It wasn’t the only change at Hogwarts.  There were six tables, and not four – and the tables were mixed, forcing the houses to sit together for meals.  McGonagall had wisely suggested the removal of the house points completely and Flitwick was responsible for the intra-year competition, with each age group competing instead.  The lower years took it more seriously than those studying for OWLs and NEWTs, who were much more preoccupied with the attainment of Os and Es instead of rubies and diamonds.

For the most part, the school was gentler – kinder.  There were still divisions, but they weren’t drawn down house or blood lines.  The Black sisters, brothers and cousins had all been sorted across the houses.  Slughorn was certain that if the old regime had been in place, he’d have gained all of the talented youngsters into Slytherin, and after a drink or two in the staffroom, he’d spout as much – but then, he couldn’t deny his pride at seeing Muggleborns finally happily seated in the dungeons.  That Lily Evans really was something special, after all.


“Is it true?”  Lily cornered him breathlessly in the Ministry canteen.  “Really true? You’re leaving?”

“Who told you?” Severus brushed his long hair from his eyes.  “I wanted to tell you myself.”

“You know the rumour mill in this place, Sev,” she said.  “So it’s true?  Why?”

He nodded.  “I’m…”

“Bored?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought you’d just bought a house?” she asked, curiously.  “I thought you wanted to find someone special and get married?”

“…I have, and I do,” he said, blushing slightly.  “But there’s years yet.  We’ll probably live to 150, and I’m only 22.”  He caught the flinty look in her expression.  “That’s not a criticism,” he said, hastily.  “I know you and Potter are,” he almost choked on the word, “happy.”

“You’re not still broken hearted about Narcissa Black marrying Lucius Malfoy, are you?  You’re aiming too high, that’s your problem,” Lily said, snaking her arm into his.  “What about Marlene in the Magical Transportation Department?  Or, oh, I know!  How ab-”

“Lil,” he said, softly. “I’ve made up my mind.  I’m not really that bothered about a wife, or a family. All I know is that I don’t want to push papers around the Ministry.  I want to travel.  I want to collect potions ingredients from exotic places, and explode cauldrons in countries that I’ve never been to.  I want to be the name on the academic papers that we file, not the bloke with the nametag putting them into binders.”


He opened the door and grinned when he saw his old schoolfriend.  “Hello you.”

“Hello you back,” she laughed, prodding him in the chest and making her way in.  “Has Harry behaved?”

“I thought Potter was coming for him?”

She smiled.  “I figured he could do the dishes, and I could visit you instead.”

“Mum!”  Harry barrelled down the tight hallway, and Lily hugged her teenage son tightly.  After a moment Harry wriggled uncomfortably.  “All right, Mum, that’s enough.”

“Sorry love,” she said, kissing his brow and fiddling with his messy hair.  “Did you get what you needed?”

“Professor Slughorn is going to be so impressed with my paper,” Harry enthused, pulling his notes out. “And I can’t wait to show Hermione. She’s going to be ridiculously jealous!”

“Hmm,” she said, looking at his bundle of notes.  “And you’ve been behaving for Severus?”

“Yes Mum,” Harry whined, pulling his trainers on.

She shot Severus a sceptical look.  “And you’ve been behaving with Harry?  No teaching him dark curses once you’d finished with his Potions essay?”

“Just one or two,” Severus drawled, a smirk covering his face.  “No hexing in the corridors though, Harry.”

“He’s joking,” Harry said, hastily, seeing his mother’s expression.

“He always is,” Lily replied.  “Off outside for a minute, Harry.  I just want a word with Sev.”

Harry quietly complied, picking his bag and broom up, and stepping out into the warm sunshine.

“What’s up?”

“Are you definitely sticking around?  No urge to go flying off to the other side of the world again?”

“I’ve got the urge,” he said, smiling, “but not the body.  My hip’s not been right since I had that encounter on the beach in Rio.  I’m getting old.”

“You’re mid 30s, Severus.”

“Practically dead.  …ouch, speak of the devil.”  He twisted his hip, grimacing in pain.

“If it’s bothering you, you should go to St Mungo’s.”

“It’ll be fine.  It’s just a twinge.  I’ve got potions for a twinge.”

“…so if you’re definitely staying, did you give any more thought to McGonagall’s offer?”

He scoffed.  “I’m not a teacher, Lil.”

“Could’ve fooled me. Harry’s come on leaps and bounds since he’s been visiting.”

“That’s different.  He’s different…”  Severus wrung his hands.  “Come into the lab,” he said, softly.  He pushed the door open, where the dining room would ordinarily be, and Lily saw the splendid array of ingredients and instruments.  “I can’t leave this.  It’s my life’s work.”

“You could take it with you.  You need to share it.”

“Not by standing in front of a classroom of dunderheads,” he said.  “They wouldn’t appreciate it.  A bunch of spotty first years who don’t appreciate the beauty of a simmering cauldron, and the power of its shimmering fumes.”

“We did,” Lily said.  “Harry does.  Think about it, Sev.”


“I am sure that our guest speaker needs no introduction to all of those who have done your required reading,” Slughorn intoned.  

“Sir!”  Hermione Granger’s hand shot into the air.  “Please, sir?  Is it Severus Snape, sir?”

Slughorn looked pleased at the excited chattering that erupted when he nodded.  “Yes.  We are honoured that he has found time in his schedule to be here today.”

On the other side of the door, Snape gave a slight smile at the excitement he’d caused in the classroom. He wiped his slightly sweaty palms against his robes, and took a deep breath before pushing the door open.

“Professor Slughorn,” he greeted, shaking his old teacher’s hand warmly.  “Good afternoon, class.”

“Good afternoon, sir,” the class obediently chanted back.

“We shall begin this lesson with a practical demonstration,” he said, rolling up his sleeves and beckoning for a student to come to the front.  “You shall assist…?”

“Hermione,” the young woman answered, looking pleased that he’d chosen her.


“I can’t believe he chose me to demonstrate!” Hermione exclaimed as she, Ron and Draco walked back up to the Great Hall.

“I thought he’d have chosen Harry,” Ron mused.

Draco looked surprised. “Harry?  Harry Potter?”

“Yeah,” Hermione said. “Harry has private lessons with him. Harry’s mum is his best friend – they go way back.”

“I thought his potions had got better this year,” Draco said.  “Lucky beast.  Father’s been trying to get an appointment with Snape for weeks – I think they were passing acquaintances at school, but they lost touch years ago.”

“Do you think there’s anything in the rumour that he’ll teach permanently?”

Draco shook his head. “Not at all.  Hogwarts couldn’t afford him.”


“He wants to retire, Severus.  Soon.” McGonagall said, not looking up from her paperwork.  “Maybe this year, maybe next year.  I might be able to convince him to stay a little while longer – for the right candidate to take the vacant post.”

Severus nodded.  “I am aware of the rumours.”

“I am curious,” she said, finishing her letter with a flourish and putting the quill down.  “I was disappointed when you did not respond to my letter, and I rather assumed that you had no interest in the position.”

“Lily Potter keeps suggesting that I speak to you.  So here I am.”

McGonagall gave a tight smile.  “Ah.  …are you also aware that it was Lily Potter who suggested to me that I should write to you?”

“…no.”  He bit back a laugh.  “What I now fear, Professor, is that my friend has some hidden agenda which I have not yet determined.”

“Horace tells me that your guest spot over these past few months has been extremely successful.”

“Yes…  If we are to do this, I think I need to make three things clear,” he said.  “Firstly, you cannot afford me-”

“-really!  I-”

He held up his hand.  “It is a fact that Hogwarts could not be expected to pay my going rate.  But also, I do not have the patience to teach the lower years.”  He picked up the quill from the Headmistress’ desk and scribbled a figure on the parchment.  “I will accept this salary, on the understanding that you need to find another teacher for the lower years, and I will take the OWL and NEWT classes – fourth and fifth, sixth and seventh.”

McGonagall nodded.  “And the third thing?”

“The textbooks Slughorn uses are atrocious.  They need replacing.”

“Horace has lamented as such himself, but unfortunately, Severus, there’s no alternative.”


She chewed on the end of her quill as she looked down the instructions.  “Yes,” she said, ticking it off and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.  She smiled. “Nervous?”

“It’s always silly mistakes with things like this,” he said, pacing behind her sofa.  “I know what my own notes mean, but transcribing them, and making sure that someone else doesn’t misinterpret them…  I know the potions inside out, so even if the instructions were wrong, I’d just amend it on the fly without realising.”  He sighed again.  “It’s one thing putting your name to research, but if you get a first year potion wrong and send the kids to the infirmary with boils…”

“You’re worrying about nothing,” Lily said, turning the parchment over and inspecting the next page. “But if it puts your mind at rest, I’ll ask Molly to brew.”

“Molly?  Molly Weasley?”

“Very proficient witch,” Lily said, “and whilst I am certain she can brew, I think it’s been a while since she has.  She’s very methodical, and if I ask her not to, she won’t deviate from the recipe.”


Ginny walked into the Advanced NEWT class, flanked by Harry on one side, and Ron on the other.  “It’s weird being with your year,” she whispered.

“We thought it was strange last year,” Ron said, waving to Hermione who was engaged in an animated discussion with Draco at the back of the room.  “But it’s so he doesn’t have to do the same demonstration twice.  Uses up twice the ingredients, which costs Hogwarts money.  Makes sense, really.”

“And you can sit with us,” Harry said.  “This’ll do here – we don’t want to be too far back from the action.”  He pulled three chairs out for them all to sit on.

Ginny reached into her bag and pulled out her brand new textbook, smiling as she saw the printed dedication in the first page.  

Pioneering Potions by Severus Snape.

To my students – you will find that this book is far thicker than previous textbooks you may have used.  Each printed page is followed by a blank sheet.  This is not an error, but space for you to make your own notes.  I encourage you to experiment, to innovate, and to invent – for that is how we discover pioneering potions.

My deepest thanks to Molly Weasley, for her sound advice, and willingness to dedicate her kitchen to the cause.

And my eternal gratitude to my proofreader, editor, cheerleader, and friend – always – Lily Potter.

Studying

Title: Studying

Anonymous asked: “hey can I request a Draco x reader (female) one shot where the reader falls asleep in his bed even though they’re not together”

Characters: draco, snape and you

Pairing: Draco x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 654

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“hello Draco” you said, walking into the common room of Slytherin. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” he asked you surprised. “transfiguration got cut, Mcgonagoll had some trouble with Umbridge apparently” you said, falling down on the couch. “that’s not what I meant, you know you are not allowed to be here” Draco said, turning towards you. “yeah well, it’s not like Snape is going to check on us” you laughed. In truth Draco had been caught in the Ravenclaw common room a couple times when you had invited him over and the both of you knew it would be wise to meet in the Slytherin room rather than being caught again. “he’s always to busy with his potions” you laughed. “is that so, miss Y/N?” the two of you heard behind you. You slowly turned around, face pale as a ghost. In the door opening stood Snape, arms crossed with an expressionless face. “for a Ravenclaw you sure do mistake your own common room for this one a lot” he said slowly. “I’m sorry, sir, I was just leaving” you muttered, clearly ashamed. “indeed you were” Snape said, holding the door for you. “you’ll get away with a warning this time, miss Y/N. Don’t forget that” he said as he escorted you back to your common room.

Draco turned in his sleep, he kept hearing a faint noise and was soon awoken by it. When he sat up in his bed, he could hear the sound more clearly. Someone was knocking at his door. “who’s there?” he whispered. “thank god, I thought you would never wake up” he heard on the other side of the door. “Y/N?” he questioned. “are you going to let me in or what?” you asked.

“why are you here? Again?” he asked as he closed the door behind you. “I forgot about the potion recipes we had to know for tomorrow and if Snape found out I didn’t study because he found me here I’m screwed” you explained. “if he finds you now you’re even more screwed” Draco said. “relax, he isn’t coming into your room in the dead of the night, right?” you hushed. “I suppose you’re right” Draco replied. “anyway, I was hoping you could help me with studying since you ace potions, basically” you said. “I don’t have my books with me” Draco said. “luckily I do” you said, grabbing a book from your bag. “please?” you begged him. “alright, come on” he said, sitting back on the bed, making room for you to join him.

The two of you had studied most of the night so it was no surprise you had fallen asleep and slept through your morning lessons. You hadn’t planned to spend the night in Draco’s bed and had no intention of making it a habit. The two of you were best friends and you really had wanted it to stay that way but the way Draco always smiled at you suggested something different. If you had been awake you would have heard the knocking on the door. What you did hear was the familiar voice that woke you two. “I’ll see both of you in detention today!” Snape roared. Draco and you were both mortified. Only then did you notice his arm around your shoulders and the awkward position you were in, almost crawled against him. You quickly tried to get up, out of the bed. “this isn’t what it looks like, sir” you replied hastily. “I was just asking Draco for help with studying” you said, knowing it sounded like some stupid excuse. “of course you were, detention, now” Snape said, leaving the room. “I’m sorry” you said, looking at Draco. “don’t worry, I haven’t slept this good in ages” he smirked, ruffling your hair and following Snape. You sheepishly smiled to yourself. Perhaps you too were ready to be more than friends, you thought as you followed him.

Originally posted by the-goblet-of-slytherin

Snape Appreciation Month: Day #21 - Most Iconic Moment

So many moments to choose from, really. However, I’m aiming for being a bit original here.

SNAPE

I’m dead, presumably.

He looks at SCORPIUS. SCORPIUS’s face drops, SNAPE smiles thinly

You were a little too surprised to see me. How?

SCORPIUS
Bravely.

SNAPE
Who?

SCORPIUS
Voldemort.

SNAPE
How very irritating. (CC)

Yes, I’m probably the minority here, but I really like this one. There is a funny story behind my choice as well.

When the Cursed Child came out, there were many… fans who claimed Severus Snape to be so out of character in the play. Well, I shared the quote (the bolded part) with my friend and my sister (among the tree of us I’m the one who’s the biggest Severus’ fan; enough to say). A short moment of silence fell and this is what I heard after that.

“This is sooo Snape-like.”

Severus would agree, I think.

dat-imagine-tho  asked:

I just thought of something sad. I'm picturing a neglected child Severus and, well most children who are neglected (physically; who go without food) tend to hide food. Now all I'm thinking of is baby First Year Sev pocketing food from the Great Hall and hiding it under his pillow in his dorm.

Severus had never seen so much food in his entire life.  Even the meager grocery shop down the street (where he’d nicked more than a couple loaves of bread when there was no money and his stomach has won out over his sense of morality), was a pittance in comparison.

He ate as slowly as he dared, hiding bits of food in his napkin when he felt no eyes on him. Oddly enough, he had barely any appetite, though he gorged himself anyway.  Lucius Malfoy had known his name! Severus had swelled with pride at that.  Pureblooded families stuck together, even disgraced Pureblooded families it seemed.  Probably due to how few offspring there were.  He knew at once that his mother had called in a favor. Abraxas Malfoy, who his mother had spoken about in reverent tones, had come through.  But first thing first.  Food.  As much of it as he could carry back to his dorm room without being spotted.  Severus had already managed a halfway serviceable Stasis Charm earlier that evening while practicing spells with Lily.  They would show Hogwarts who the best first year students would be.  He was certain that Lily, with her knack for instinctive magic, would be a natural at charms.  She practically breathed magic.  Severus’ magic, however, was always so reactive- only when he’d been provoked to the breaking point, which sadly never took long.  The first time he’d tried the Stasis Charm, he’d burnt his subject (a discarded crisp) to ash.  However, with enough control over his emotions, he was able to get it to levitate in the Stasis Bubble quite well indeed.

Severus was glad that he’d set aside part of his trunk to be a pantry.

He’d read about the feasts at Hogwarts, of course. He’d dreamed of them while sitting on the roof and looking at the stars in the summer, his father thundering with drunken rage in the house below.  He’d imagined the flavors he’d sample when he’d forced himself to shove something putrid and boiled down his throat without any sauce to mask the earthy flavor of rot.  He’d seen pictures on the front page of the Prophet, the one that his father did not know his mother had a lifetime subscription for, as she burned them in the stove as soon as both she and Severus had read them.

But now, under the guise of wiping his mouth on his napkin, Severus instead ferreted away plenty of food, folding the napkin into his pockets (his mother had done the Undetectable Extension Charm work on them), and strode off to his dorm, hoping to get there before anything got too mashed up.

He did not see the outstretched foot on the ground.

Severus fell on his face, instantly feeling the wetness of various pilfered food items staining through his robes into his underthings.

“Hahahaha, looks like you’re already off to a terrible start as a wizard, Snivellus!” shouted the boy with the crazy black hair and Gryffindor robes- a boy who Severus recognized from the train.  His looks were unmistakeable- his thick, regal hair and nose were obviously inherited from the Black family, so he must be the black sheep of the family with some star name or other, as the Blacks were wont to do.  Another Gryffindor boy, who had flat, black hair, but who was apparently halfway through the motion of trying to make it look messy, joined in laughing, and Severus soon felt his face go scarlet with shame. He looked up to see that Lucius was looking back at him, his mouth half-curled into a sneer.  Severus could see his status going up in smoke after less than a day. 

His mother was going to be so disappointed in him.

He turned back to the jeering Gryffindors, his fury pouring from him in waves, and pointed his wand.

“STUPEFY!” he shouted, and both of the boys flew back so quickly that they slammed against the far wall and stuck there. Severus stood with his legs spread out, his head bent forward. He breathed in slowly, feeling his heartbeat going back to normal.

A hand rested on his shoulder and Severus looked through his greasy hair at the handsome seventh year Slytherin.

“Impressive,” Lucius said, his proud face still filled with mild surprise, “My father was right, you are one to look out for.  As for you two….ten points from Gryffindor…each.  I daresay that Gryffindor is starting out at a negative this year.”

With a chuckle, Lucius turned and let Severus catch up to him.

“My…robes,” Severus mumbled, still feeling a bit of humiliation as the mess dripped coldly down his leg.

“Do not worry,” Lucius said, waving his hand dismissively. “Use the House Elves. When you get back to your room, just call for Hogwarts House Elf Room Service, then tell them what you want. They also deliver midnight snacks if you find yourself peckish, though don’t overuse them or you’ll get scolded by the professors. Not Slughorn, though.  He’ll just take some of it if he catches you.”

Severus knew he was staring with his mouth agape, but Lucius seemed amused by this.

“You’re rather skinny, Snape,” he said with a soft chuckle that sounded undeniably cultured. “I should hope you take ample advantage.”

Snape smiled, then, and he could feel the joy growing in his heart, even if it was small and tentative and he did not know if it would last.  He would have food whenever he wished, and he had successfully convinced Malfoy that he was worth mentoring.  Plus, it didn’t hurt that those two Gryffindors were still stuck to the wall, their respective pride more bruised than anything else.

Severus had an entire hot fudge sundae before going to bed, his eyes only opening halfway through the night when a House Elf popped into the room with his clean and pressed school robes hanging on a cedar hanger.

Severus smiled as he drifted back to sleep.  Oh yes,  Slytherin truly was the best House after all.

Imagine watching a murder mystery with Severus.

Note: Sorry I haven’t been posting lately, I’m very busy with tennis and school exams, I will try to post as much as I can. I love you all, and thank you for your support, my message box is ALWAYS open.

Originally posted by nanananystrom

“It has to be the doctor. He was the only one without a solid alibi.” You told your new husband who was sitting on the other end of the couch with a newspaper in his hand as the murder mystery show went on break.

“Your wrong.” Was all he said as he flipped the newspaper down with a fake annoyed look on his usually scowling face.

“What?! No I’m not. He didn’t have an alibi. He must’ve don’t it. If he didn’t who did? Plus, you haven’t even been watching it like I have.” You said scooting closer to the tall man.

“Y/N, don’t fall for their tricks like a dunderhead, the doctor has a mistress, he was with her that night. The real culprits are the brothers. They are each others alibi and are the ones with the true motive.” He explained his thoughts as if it were so obvious anyone would know.

You narrowed your eyes at him but as you were starting to say something the show came on again. Sure enough, as the show came to a close the doctor admitted to having a mistress and the brothers were found guilty.

“I told you so.” Severus said smugly.

“Well wouldn’t you be a grand dettective.” You said crossing your arms and pouting.

“Don’t be such a dunderhead darling, I’m no detective, I’m the next Sherlock Holmes.” He said in a teasing manner with a hint of a smile.

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Name: I care for you
Pairing: Severus Snape x reader
Summary: the reader is one of the students that get back to Hogwarts after the war, and she asks Snape (for a few months) to teach her Legilimency until he agrees. So, during one of the classes, she accidentally enters his mind and ends up learning that the love for Lily Evans was not as eternal as everyone was told.
A/N: And it is a little drama, but I promise a happy end. And I may do series. But I have no idea if I should.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Snape greets you in the evening, once you enter the classroom with the heavy bag on your shoulder. “I see you still haven’t given up on the idea of studying Legilimency.”

“Why would I, sir? It is exciting to spend every evening here.”

“Now, I am doing you a favor, miss, but that is not a reason to keep cajoling me,” Snape smiles with a corner of his mouth, then takes his wand out. “If we are done with the courtesy, shall we begin?”

“Yes, sir,” you stand up and take your wand out, ready to have him rush through your thoughts again and again. Luckily, Snape didn’t mean to hurt you, so he never went deep enough to touch on the painful memories of the war and the tortures, but he does go through your dreams. Quite embarrassing every once in a while.

Legilimens!” and once again, you recent nightmare appears in front of you, and you feel that your legs start shaking from the repeating Crucio breaking your nerves. For some reason, recalling the Crucio does not hurt any less. A second later, Snape catches you, when you are about to fall on the floor, and helps you sit down. “Y/N? It is fine, I got you. I am sorry,” you breathe in, hissing something. Snape sits down next to you, looking at your face, frowning. “You still have this nightmare…”

“How did you guess?” you grumble, and momentarily regret it. “Excuse me, professor.”

“Y/N, I am not your Dean, but… Maybe you should see a professional to help you deal with these memories,” he hands you a glass of water, as you keep shaking your head, almost aggressively. “Y/N, you have same nightmare every night. Yet you keep coming here, so I keep making you live through it again. Do you care to explain why?”

“I want to be able to defend my mind,” you say dryly, standing up and taking your wand again. “Can we continue?” Snape raises his eyebrow, then stands up and points his wand at you.

Legilimens!” 

Protego!” you cast your spell, unconsciously using same spell as the one Harry said he used, even though he never said what happened after that. And he should have - a second later, you slip into Snape’s mind and regret it even too much. You try to pull back, but get totally stuck in his mind. You look around, trying to manage to get out of a dream. It is a dream - they feel more detached than usual memories, you’ve already memorized it from your own mind. The picture is mostly blurry, except for the two people, standing in front of you and holding hands. Before you see the faces of the people, you get pushed out of Snape’s mind and end up on the floor. Before Snape manages to murder you, you start apologizing. “Merlin, I am so, so sorry! Professor, I really didn’t mean to do that.”

“It is alright,” he helps you up, keeping his eyes away. “When you tried to pull out, you started panicing, instead of slowly slipping out. That is why you got stuck. If I didn’t push you out, you would lose yourself… Don’t use Protego when defending yourself in this situation.”

“I am still sorry…” you realize that he is not mad for some reason, so you allow yourself to go further. “Your dream… it felt lonely.”

“Because I am,” he answers calmly, either too tired or too deep in his thoughts to respond as usually.

“Aren’t you married?” Snape smiles, as if you said a funny joke. “What?”

“Discussing personal life of teachers, aren’t we, miss Y/L/N?”

“Sorry…” you look away, and he sighs before explaining.

“I am not a man that a girl would want to marry,” he sits on the table, the hands crossed on his chest. “My scars, my past… It is quite a burden.”

“Oh, I am sure a lot of girls would love to put up with it,” you grin, thinking of your classmates that have developed a crush on him. “And I know what I am talking about,” Snape hums, and you smile. “One more time?”

“I think you’ve had enough for today,” Snape declines the offer, putting his wand away and suddenly turning to you. “Would you like a cup of tea? It does help after going through the nightmares again… I would hate to disturb your mind and then abandon you for Peeves to annoy,” you smile and nod, as Snape leads you into his room, not magically turns the pot on, and puts the herbs in the teapot. You look around, realizing that it may be the one and only time when a student is allowed in Snape’s chambers. It’s usual - ordered, calm, no fried frogs on the walls or burnt human faces. “Surprised that it doesn’t look like a monster’s cave?” you realize that he is laughing at you. Funny, Severus Snape is laughing at a student for expecting his chambers to be so human.

“No, not at all,” you lie, as he pours the tea in two cup and puts one on the table in front of you.

“No poison whatsoever,” he says momentarily. “Only valerian. You have to calm down,” you nod and take a sip, then look at the table, understanding why you are here.

“I won’t talk about it,” everyone’s been convincing you to talk about how you felt, tortured with Cruciatus for hours. Neville was the only one who understood probably - he simply sat by your side, holding your shoulders when you were trying to breathe after a nightmare. At some point, you just started meeting on the Astronomy Tower every night, as you couldn’t sleep, and he was just there for you.

“I know,” Snape answers calmly, drinking his tea. “But I don’t want you sitting with Longbottom on the cold stones every night. You will get sick.”

“Neville helps me.”

“No,” Snape states coldly. “He supports you. You need a safe place. Definitely not your own room in Gryffindor tower, the exact place where you’ve been tortured,” you flinch, and Snape frowns. “It’s been a year and a half. It is time for you to be able to trust someone.”

“I trust…”

“Neville, I know,” he nods. “Is that why you never let go of your wand?”

“You’re stalking me,” you murmur.

“I care for you, you little idiot!” he exclaims finally. “You don’t sleep, you don’t eat… I wonder how you still function.”

“I am functioning fine,” you stand up, attempting to leave, but Snape sighs and locks the door in front of your face. “Professor?”

“Y/N, stop being a child. Sit down,” you obediently sit down, your fist holding onto the wand, as if it’s your only escape. Snape notices it. “Girl, I am saving you. You have to let it go. Your nightmares get more and more intense, I find you outside, freezing in the winter, almost every night,” he sighs again, looking you straight in the eye. “I am sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? It’s my blood, not yours.”

“I was the headmaster, I had to know that they were doing that to you. I was my responsibility. One of.”

“You saved everyone else,” you murmur. “Someone had to be… the spare.”

“You are not the spare,” Snape confronts you quietly. “Not one child in this school is,” you don’t say anything, finishing your tea. “I don’t want you to stay in the Gryffindor Tower,” you raise your eyebrow. “I have contacted your Dean, and she said that you can stay in my chambers until we find a room for you.”

“Your… chambers?”

“Yes. I have two spare rooms, as the chambers are always prepared for the married teachers that may want their families to live with them. You literally will have your own room,” you still stare at him, and Snape snaps. “For Merlin’s sake! Let me fix the mistake I made!”

“Oh… You think that this,” you point at your head. “Is because of you?”

“I was the headmaster, trusted by Dumbledore to take care of the children. Yet here is one that not only I couldn’t save, but the one that is still unable to have a normal life because of it,” Snape’s face becomes deadly serious, as he stares at you. “I will help you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know,” he nods and stands up, handing you a key. A usual key, just like ones in the muggle world. “The left door is yours. Lock it, make it your own place. No one can enter this room without your permission, but you should feel safe.”

“I… I don’t know what to say,” you murmur.

“Promise me to sleep well tonight,” he asks you. “Just sleep. Drink tea if you must. Read or do whatever you do to fall asleep, but I have to know that you will get better,” you nod obediently.

“Thank you, sir.”

“It is my responsibility, miss,” he smiles slightly. “Good night now.”

“Good night, sir.”