I love being the type of Severus stan that defends him while not justifying the bad things he did 🥰 Because ignoring and justifying being a death eater and his treatment of the students is mischaracterizing and dare i say underwhelming his role of a twist hero
The point of his character is that you're not SUPPOSED to like him until you finally put the pieces together and realize he's the good guy. The point of his character is to acknowledge his wrongs as much as his rights and love him for that. For his growth and development.
I love him so much. I love his flaws and I love how he grew from his past.
I feel like too many Snape apologists keep forgetting that he is a flawed character and that his traumas don't excuse or justify his past. I was one of those Snape apologists who treated him like a saint, but then the thing is- if he's a saint then how are you supposed to enjoy his complexity?
it never clicked in my brain that that’s what he is - a twist Hero. Because you only ever see that applied to a twist villain. In fact, in all the media I’ve consumed, Snape is probably the only twist hero I’ve ever seen. Not a bad guy that has character development over the series and turns out good by the end. A guy that you hated right along with the main character up until it was suddenly revealed that he was working WITH the mf all along. And then the pieces all fall into place.
I love him forever, and his horrendous actions are part of him. Without the terrible things he did in the past, he would not be the same character that he is today.
And this is the problem this fandom generally has: a lack of media literacy. With that, you’re basically confirming that if Severus Snape is the only “twist hero” this person has ever seen, then their level doesn’t go beyond Disney Channel because right now there are tons of shows with supposedly heroic characters who are morally complex and run circles around that kind of duality. I mean, The Boys is literally airing right now Mariana, what are you even talking about? Some of you need to stop consuming kids’ content and start engaging with adult fiction, because your perspective is extremely limited due to a lack of general cultural exposure, honestly.
For these people “horrendous actions” means being 17 and getting involved in a terrorist cult. I don’t know, if they ever watch Narcos they’ll probably have an aneurysm or something. Don’t even watch Breaking Bad, you might have twelve heart attacks in a row from the “horrendous actions” of the characters. It’s like talking to fucking Donald Duck when those people talks about morality.
Dude, even in other kids media, there are tons of twist heroes.
Think the old man from Home Alone. Sweetums in Muppet's Treasure Island. This is the entire premise of the movie Monster Squad.
Hell, even Sirius Black falls under this in Prisoner of Azkaban! Did yall forget the first thing we're told about Sirius is that he's a murderer who escaped the most dangerous wizarding prison to come kill Harry.
Everything Sirius does in POA is villainous if you lack the context. He breaks into the castle, slashes the Fat Lady when she refuses him entry to the Gryffindor common room (and I never see Marauders fans actually talk about this; the Fat Lady did nothing wrong and Sirius attacked her. I know she's just a painting but paintings are sentient in this universe!) and biting Ron. He absolutely could have just chased the trio into the Womping Willow in hindsight, but again - we are supposed to read his actions as malicious, because he's a red herring.
I think the difference is how much time we have to get used to Sirius as a 'good guy' after this; Snape dies before we really find out the truth, so all we're really left with is the revelation. It changes Snape's behaviour in hindsight, but we don't have any 'after' behaviour to compare to. We don't get to see Snape when he's not in a multiyear spying operation.
If Sirius had died after the Pettigrew reveal in POA (a fic where Remus accidentally kills him during his transformation would go hard imo), I think we'd have the same problem with him as we do with Snape in the fandom; people essentially getting lost in the sauce and extrapolating shit about about him based misunderstood/misremembered canon because the 'good' is tied up in what we're originally supposed to understand as 'evil'.
It makes me laugh, they say it like it’s something negative, as if fighting against darkness were a bad thing. They don’t even realize it, do they? They really don’t. Should we explain it to them? Explain why they’re being ridiculous or… nah.
Honestly, let’s just leave it, because you know what? There’s a saying in Spain: you can’t get something out of nothing. So if that’s all they’ve got in their head, it’s so little that no matter how much effort we put in, we’re not going to get the results we want, guys.
Os as we say in spanish:
La inteligencia le persigue pero ella es más rápida.
Girl where? He joined the Order but we literally hear nothing about what he did.
We see how Snape fought against the Dark. We see Snape turn away from Voldemort. We see him go to the Light side. We see him put the Potter's safety over his own.
And yes, he did sacrifice his own safety to betray Voldemort. Remember Voldemort was winning the war when Snape turned cloak. There was no guarantee the Order would win, even with Snape's forewarning. That's why Voldemort's downfall was so shocking to the wizarding world - he was at the height of his power. No one expected it.
Snape wasn't exactly a high level Death Eater either. And even when he was after Voldemort's return, he was still disposable. If Lily's sacrifice hadn't protected Harry, he could just as easily killed Snape long before his canon death.
Snape put his ass on the line for a woman who turned her back on him and a man who harassed him for most of his school years.
What did James do? Besides fucking die, of course.
Sorry that this is a random question, but I noticed that you mentioned Cobra Kai on here. What were your thoughts on John Kreese? If you don’t mind me asking. I never liked him which makes me feel a bit hypocritical, for becoming such a Snape lover.
What does Kreese—who was an abuser, a sociopath, and a groomer—have to do with Snape?
Kreese's job as a karate teacher was to teach his students balance, patience and justice - these things are literally in the core tenets of karate. As a teacher and a practitioner, he failed. Those things were directly tied to what he was supposed to teach them.
Snape was trying to teach his students competence around a cauldron, and the students who couldn't do that weeded themselves out. Being nice was not part of his job, nor was it to baby and pamper them. He was not trying to teach them a way of them. He was teaching a skill. Snape didn't put his hands on his students (in the books, and moreover, that scene in the fourth movie was not violent and did not cause harm.) Kreese physically and mentally abused his students. Even into adulthood, he abused his students.
ORIGINAL CHARACTER: Irene Snape
WORDS: 2027
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Not gonna lie, I’m iffy on the midlands slang. I tried my best, but if it’s too noticeably rough, let me know and I’ll go back to dial it back. I kinda just picked an old Greek name for Mulciber. Please like and reblog if you enjoy!
SEVERUS: ONE
Severus was already having a bad year.
Like, certifiably fucking bad year. The last thing he wanted to deal with was relationship bullshit. But Sirius Black had decided Severus’ year wasn’t already bad enough, because now the rich little bitch boy decided he wanted Severus’ sister, Irene. As if nearly sending him to his death in the Whomping Willow and partaking in the destruction of Severus’ friendship with Lily, on top of regularly harassing and assaulting him for fun wasn’t enough, no, now Sirius wanted to fuck what was at this point, the only good thing in Severus’ life.
Because nothing was sacred.
“Aw, come on, Snivellus! I’ll show her a great time!” Sirius called from across the court yard. He made a thrusting motion with his hips, while from behind him, James put on a falsetto.
“Oh Sirius, oh yes!”
Severus wanted to punch them both. But if the incident with Lupin and the Whomping Willow had taught him anything, it was that Potter and Black could do whatever they wanted, and no one cared. Especially if you were a Slytherin. The only people a Slytherin could count on was the other Slytherins.
At the start of term, Dumbledore had made some waffling speech about inter-house unity and jolly co-operation, but Severus knew the whole thing was a load. If the old bastard really believed any of that horseshite, he wouldn’t have sworn Severus to secrecy to protect The Gryffindor Golden Boys.
It wasn’t even about Lupin – the Gryffindor prefect was sycophantic and whiny, but otherwise unremarkable enough for Severus to not actually care about him being a werewolf. Besides, he would gain nothing from outing him anyway. Dumbledore had really only cared about making sure James and Sirius weren’t implicated. And, Severus supposed, to make sure Dumbledore himself didn’t get in trouble for allowing a werewolf at Hogwarts.
There was James Potter’s stupid voice again.
“Right there, Sirius, right there!” He fake moaned before laughing like it was the funniest thing in the goddamn world.
“Oi, no one wants to hear you two acting out your sexual fantasies in public!” Mulciber barked as he and Rosier entered the courtyard. Rosier made a face at the Gryffindors, like they were something particularly foul. He was good at that. At keeping his facial expression controlled even when he wanted to do something like roll his eyes or glower. He had that look that said everything he needed to convey with nothing more than a narrowing of his eyes and a quirk of his eyebrow. Severus supposed that was a skill you learned as a rich kid, because you couldn’t talk with your fists. Or sometimes, even with your words. He didn’t really understand that whole rich people society shit, but from what he’d heard from Mulciber, Rosier, Avery and the others, it was very restrictive. Don’t do this, don’t talk to them, smile even when you hate them.
It sounded pretty fucked, in his opinion.
“You want me to go knock Black upside the head?” Mulciber asking, snapping Severus out of his thoughts.
“What?”
“I mean if some fucking bastard was talking like that about my sister he wouldn’t have a cock to fuck with -”
“Mulciber, please, not everything has to be a wrestling match.” Severus groaned, shaking his head.
“Well excuuuuuuuuse me, Sevvy. Just trying to protect your sister’s honour.”
“Don’t call me Sevvy.”
“Forget it Mulciber. Severus is a man of pride, and very little else.” Rosier teased.
“Shut. Up.” Severus snapped. He took a deep breath to calm his irritation. Mulciber and Rosier could be annoying but they had nothing – nothing – on Potter and Black.
“Speaking of the girl herself.” Mulciber chuckled as Irene trudged into the courtyard. She looked annoyed, which wasn’t unusual for her these days. Lily had ended her friendship with Irene when she ended hers and Severus’ too, and Irene didn’t really get on with the Slytherin girls like he did the boys. It wasn’t that Irene was too rough for them – they actually liked that. They just talked down to her because the Snapes were poor and Irene took enough shit from kids at home about that.
“Mother. Fucking. McGonagall. Playing favourites as fucking usual. Oooh, I’m proper fumin’!” Where Severus worked very, very hard to keep that Midlands accent down, to keep the slang out of his vocabulary while at school, Irene couldn’t give a toss about it.
“Uh-oh, someone’s got a bee in her bonnet.” Mulciber laughed.
“Gunna clout you on the napper if you keep chewin’ us.” Irene warned, pointing her finger accusingly at Mulciber. The bigger boy simply laughed.
“Alright, alright, don’t get your knickers in a twist!”
“Leave my knickers out of it.”
“What’s McGonagall done now, Reeny?” Rosier asked, leaning against the tree behind him.
“Was doing my work and Mary Mc-fucking-Donald cocked ‘ers up and she starts booing that I did it! Went offit like I’d gone oggy raiding in her nan’s back yard.” Irene explained.
“Well what’d you expect from Mary McDonald? Little mudblood slag has always been an attention seeker.” Rosier scoffed.
“Probably pissed off Black wants you and not her.” Mulciber laughed. Irene’s expression shifted, somewhere between angry and surprised.
“Yer wha, mate?” Mulciber glanced between Irene and Severus, looking like it was his god damn birthday.
“You haven’t told her, Sevvy?”
“Mulciber.” Severus warned.
“Reeny, dear, Sirius Black has chosen your delightful self for his next conquest.” Mulciber chuckled, grinning like the cat who go the cream.
“Jokin arn ya?” Irene replied, glancing across the courtyard at Black, Potter, Lupin and Pettigrew, frowning as Black and Potter tossed around some rememberall they’d knicked from Pettigrew while the poor boy in question was desperately trying to grab it back. She frowned.
“Don’t tell me you’re actually thinking about it?” Rosier raised an eyebrow.
“Course not, Sirius Black is a proper munter! I’d sooner get the plague!” Irene retorted, head snapping back to face them.
“You looked, though.” Mulciber pointed out.
“Severus!” Irene rounded on her brother, silently hoping he’d provide some support.
“Well. You did look -” Severus knew he’d fucked up from the look on her face.
“Was making sure ‘e was still rammy.” She defended. Mulciber rolled his eyes.
“Irene, your vocabulary is truly adorable.” Irene blinked at him.
“Cuz I don’t like sound like I’ve a stick up my arse?”
“Hurtful.” The taller boy looked playfully offended.
“Ireeeeeeene!” Sirius Black suddenly called. The girl in question frowned and groaned.
“What d’ya want, you crank?” She turned to the Gryffindor.
“Thought you might want a piece of this. Friday, in Hogsmeade.”
“I would rather shit in my hands and clap.” Irene retorted, rolling her eyes and turning away.
“I’m talking to you!” Sirius snapped, grabbing her wrist to turn her back.
It Happened almost too quickly for her to follow.
Severus suddenly tugged her away and pounced at Sirius, his careful control snapping like a twig. His fist collided with Sirius’ face, Sirius shoved him, Severus shoved back and then they were on the ground. That midlands accent he always forced down came out like it was always there. He was yelling so loud and so fast it was almost impossible to make out what he was actually saying.
Naturally James attempted to intervene on Sirius’ behalf, only to get fully tackled by Mulciber. Rosier was having to hold Irene back from getting involved until Pettigrew drew his wand and then Rosier just let go, because bringing a wand to a fistfight was just poor sportsmanship.
Pettigrew shrieked like a banshee as Irene slammed into him, biting onto his hand to make him drop his wand.
“What is the meaning of this?” Came McGonagall’s posh tone into the courtyard.
“Bollocks.”
Albus Dumbledore was a man who rarely showed his anger or his disappointment. He worked quite hard to keep a calm facade – but at the moment, he was being severely tested.
Eight teenagers stood in his office, all squabbling (read: arguing in a manner that was dangerously close to once again becoming physically violent) and none of them even giving him or Professor McGonagall a second thought.
Sirius Black’s nose was dribbling blood, purple and probably broken.
James Potter had a black eye and a split lip.
Peter Pettigrew was hiding behind Remus Lupin nursing a bloody hand.
And then there were the Slytherins.
Severus Snape’s knuckles were bloody, though whether the blood was his or Sirius Black’s was still up in the air.
His sister Irene stood next to him, almost entirely unmarred save for the wild state of her robes and the blood in her teeth.
Orius Mulciber was covered in dirt.
And Evan Rosier was untouched, even in his expression.
By Merlin.
“Quiet!” Dumbledore’s voice was stern but not aggressive. Loud but not a yell.
The Gryffindors naturally snapped to attention, but the Slytherins all gave the man looks somewhere between disdain, boredom and outright contempt. That wasn’t unusual for them, of course. Not too many students in Salazar’s house openly liked the headmaster, even if their parents paid him basic lip service.
“Sorry headmaster.” Lupin replied, nervously straightening his robes though they didn’t need to be.
“Now. Fighting is not allowed on the castle grounds, you all know this. So why were you behaving like a band of territorial gorillas?” Dumbledore asked.
“Well, you see Professors,” James began in that irritating kiss-ass voice.
“Here we go.” Rosier muttered, shaking his head.
“Sirius was just trying to ask Irene on a date. He’s rather sweet on her, you see.” James continued, almost masterful in the way he twisted the truth to make himself and his friends look better.
“He’s right. I was finally to ask out the girl I liked, but the second I did, Severus just attacked me!” Sirius chimed in, his voice tinged with fake vulnerability.
“You’re leaving out the part where you grabbed her.” Rosier cut in flatly, already done with this whole charade.
“I was being romantic!” Sirius protested.
“Boys.” McGonagall warned. James cleared his throat.
“As you can imagine, I felt I had to defend my mate, and break up the fight, but then I was also attacked by Mulciber.”
“Yeah, well you see, I don’t like your face, Potter, and I will accept any opportunity to rearrange it.” Mulciber replied smugly repeating James’ earlier statement.
“Professor, you can’t expect us to allow a girl to be around such rowdy and violent boys!” James turned back to Dumbledore.
The headmaster looked at James, then at Irene, then at Peter. It was clear Irene didn’t need any protection whatsoever.
However.
He didn’t want to further encourage her behaviour.
“Mr. Potter, I understand your concern, but it is not as though it is within my power to move her to another house or indeed force her to relinquish her friendship with Mr. Mulciber or Mr. Rosier. Furthermore, Mr. Snape is her own flesh and blood, which I even less power to dictate. I do, however, have the power to discourage violent behaviour.”
Oh, great, Severus thought, rolling his eyes. Here comes the waffle.
“So, in that respect, I think it would be beneficial for you all to spend your next visit to Hogsmeade together.”
Eight voices spoke in unison:
“No way.”
As the eight students filed out of the headmaster’s office, Severus fell into step next to Rosier.
Evan glanced at him, already anticipating a request for a favour.
“What?”
“You’ve got History of Magic with Irene, yeah?” Severus began.
“Yeah.”
“And Black too?”
“You want me to keep an eye on her?”
“She doesn’t need to be babied -”
“But Sirius Black and James Potter aren’t the type to take ‘no’ the first time. Or the second. Or the fifteenth.” Rosier finished the thought. Severus huffed.
“I’m not asking to protect her, Rosier.”
“You’re asking me to back her up, I get that.” The boys stopped for a moment, watching Irene and Mulciber playfully shoving each other as they went down the stairs into the dungeons.
“Potter and Black never go one without the other. Just . . . Don’t let them gang up on her.”
This has never in the history of ever helped any country.
Believe me, anon, Britain has TRIED. Britain has tried SO MANY TIMES. Look up the Anglo-Spanish war. Or the Protectorate War. Or the 1727–1729 conflict. Or the 1762–1763 conflict. Or the 1796–1808 war. England wants Spain SO BADLY.
People in the Marauders fandom really think they’ve invented something. I genuinely don’t understand it. Like, they say, we created this fandom. You didn’t create anything. That fandom existed before you were even born. Your parents were still fucking with their’ exes when that fandom was created. They hadn’t even met yet, and the fandom already existed. So I don’t know what you’re talking about. You didn’t invent anything.
“We gave the characters interesting personalities.” No, you didn’t. First of all, you haven’t given them any personalities. You’ve copied personalities, tropes, clichés from other series and films you’ve watched and forced them onto characters who, by the way, already had personalities before you showed up. The problem is that you don’t understand those personalities because you don’t know how to handle characters who are even remotely complex, characters with light and shadow, who are flawed, who are problematic, who aren’t the heroes you think they are. Because they’re not. So instead of engaging with what was already there, you’ve stripped away everything interesting about them and replaced it with things you think are interesting, but aren’t, because you treat them like aesthetic accessories instead of serious traits.
For example, suddenly James is brown. And apparently being brown is a personality. Now James is Latino. What does “Latino” even mean? There are hundreds of countries in Latin America. Which one are you talking about? Because being from Mexico isn’t the same as being from Uruguay. And by the way, not all Latinos are brown, there are plenty of white Latinos. But you don’t seem to understand that either. Or suddenly a character is Asian, and that’s supposed to be a personality. Being from a certain continent is now a personality? Is that what you mean by making them more interesting? Do you realise how problematic and stereotypical that is? Or you decide Sirius is gay and, apparently, being gay is now a personality. Being gay is a sexual orientation. You can be gay in a thousand different ways. So when you say you’ve made the characters more interesting, what do you mean? That they have tattoos and piercings now? That’s a personality?
You haven’t made them more interesting. That’s a lie. You’ve turned them into walking stereotypes. You take serious social issues—issues people are still fighting and dying over in many parts of the world—and you treat them like aesthetics. It’s disrespectful. It’s genuinely disrespectful and deeply problematic.
You didn’t create anything. What you’ve done is ruin the fandom. It’s unbearable now because of you. It’s full of nonsense you call “headcanons” that aren’t headcanons at all, they’re random inventions you’ve pulled out of nowhere, projecting your own issues onto characters who already had established personalities long before you were born.
What you’re really doing is self-inserting. And because you don’t want to create OCs for some reason, you just slap the names of existing characters onto what are essentially your own self-inserts. But those characters aren’t the originals anymore. They’re just your self-inserts with your own shallow personalities. And then you act morally superior about it. You say things like, “I hate J.K. Rowling but I love the Marauders,” without even realising the contradiction. You don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re part of the problem. You use serious communities and real struggles as aesthetics, and then pretend you’re being progressive.
Honestly, you’ve turned the fandom into a meme. It’s exhausting.
You're acting like someone finding joy in something is personally offending you. Like you're so fucking privileged and your life is so fucking dull that you need to take issue with people just enjoying themselves.
We never did anything to you.
We never hurt you.
There was absolutely no reason to write this.
There was absolutely no reason to post this.
You just enjoy trying to make people as miserable as you.
And a year ago it probably would have worked on me. Hell, two years ago it absolutely would have. But I don't give a fuck about what some stranger on the internet decides to throw a tantrum about. Someone does though, and I'm posting this to tell them not to. Don't feel guilty about finding joy in something. Don't let someone diminish your happiness.
Don't let miserable people make you miserable too.
@lextrow-writes Love, well, for someone who “doesn’t care,” your poor little heart sure is very, very, very angry about what some stranger said online. A stranger on the internet just expressed an opinion, and you got so mad that you started crying in a post, telling people not to feel bad about fetishizing sexualities and using them as accessories, fetishizing races, ethnicities, and other people’s cultures, and treating them like some kind of—I don’t know—exotic coat to show off.
I mean, you’re really keen on telling them that, right? Telling them that being classist and shitty tokenists shouldn’t make them feel bad, even if it’s deeply problematic, and that they also shouldn’t feel bad for having ruined a fandom, making it impossible for people who once cared about the characters to enjoy it, turning the characters into unrecognizable versions, and making it a complete nightmare to navigate their tags because there’s no way to find anything about the original characters.
Instead, all that exists are these selfInsert projections they do, to whom—who knows—they put a piercing on because apparently wearing a piercing is so interesting, or suddenly, I don’t know, Barty Crouch Jr. gets a tattoo because apparently that makes him an interesting character. And instead of having personalities, they dye their hair, wear crop tops, and get tattoos.
Yeah, you’re very mad, huh? Sending kisses from here. Tell your mommy to put a little band-aid on you, poor thing, someone hurt your ego.
I can’t believe I’m getting rage baited by such snaps fans again, but alright.
I don’t care what you think about the marauders fandom. I don’t care that you think that we are using certain cultural identities and sexualities as ornaments when that’s not true.
Because the truth is every fandom, no matter what, deserves respect and love, you may not be part of it, and if you don’t like it, you stay away from it. That is rule number one of fandom etiquette.
I am not an anime girl, but you will not see me going into one piece fandom and comment bullshit about them and using the hashtags that they use to interact with other members of the fandom, you do not invade spaces like that.
So, even if you wanna talk crap about it, (which I don’t think you should considering you are a snape fan, and technically he’s of the marauders era just like every other death eater or People from the first wizarding war that we love, whether it be James, Sirius, Barth, anyone) I don’t think you should be talking about real people like that.
But if you do for the love of God, stop using our hashtags because I want to see good fanart, good fan fiction and good hcs for my favourite characters, and you do not get to invade our fucking space like that.
Wanna shit on the fandom? Create a GC with the rest of the assholes of your community and leave the rest of us alone. Some of us are here to enjoy and have fun with others and not take it as seriously.
You care a lot about this because you’re replying and nothing I’ve said is a lie, and that’s why it pisses you off, because I’m right. If you were actually one of the people who genuinely appreciate the original fandom and not the mess you’ve turned it into, you wouldn’t be getting angry, you’d just admit I have a point.
And precisely because I’m a Snape fan and a Harry Potter fan in general, I can use those hashtags and I can talk about that fandom, because those are spaces I’m part of too. And precisely because I move in those spaces, it’s incredibly annoying that when I use, for example, the Sirius Black hashtag, I have to wade through a bunch of crap that has nothing to do with Sirius Black, but with some OC you’ve invented and are trying to pass off as Sirius Black, even though it has nothing to do with the actual character. Or when you try to talk about that character, people like you show up with nonsense that has nothing to do with him and is just fanon stuff you’ve made up that doesn’t hold up in any way.
So I can say whatever I want, and you can rage all you want, but freedom of speech exists for a reason, that’s rule number one of any fandom and any online space. And if what you want is to never hear opinions different from your own, then you’re the one who should create a separate space with all the brainless idiots like you who want echo chambers and only want to talk about happy flower power and refuse to engage in any kind of critical thinking. You can lock yourselves in there and leave the rest of us alone.
In fact, if all of you disappeared and stopped using the original characters’ hashtags to talk about your fucking OCs, and stopped giving your fucking OCs the names of original characters, I think a lot, a lot, a lot of people would be very happy.
So I don’t know, maybe go cry to your mother, she’s the one who gave birth to you, so she’s stuck having to put up with your nonsense forever. I’m not, and nobody’s paying me to do it. So sorry, but I’m not going to.
Kisses.
BTW, I mean, it honestly makes me laugh, because all of you who defend those awful characters you’ve created and then slapped canon names onto are all fucking fans of that Stranger Things crap, and of the absolute worst ship in Stranger Things, that fucking byler shit. I swear, you’re all the same. It’s like one giant hive mind of horror. Is it actually forbidden to have a personality in your fandom? I’m asking, because you all seem to have the exact same one. It’s terrible. Honestly. Just… yikes.
very funny that these are the same people losing their minds over the actor for snape in the show being black because it'll make the marauders seem racist when they're totally fine making snape a racist in their 'desi james potter' aus like
I can't remember the name of the creator who said it but, Lucius Malfoy always has Draco's back. He is the first person to fight for his case. Be it the Hippogriff or come down to the school due if Draco needs support. Even argue about a library book being questionable. And while he was the reason for the Chamber of secerts he too pressed the issue.
And you don't see that in any-other-parent.
Even the Weasley's. A loving family. Neither parent really lifted a hand after Ginny spent a whole year being possessed. Not Neville's grandma with Snape threatening to kill his toad. None of the kids who got attacked by the snake, or the dementors, or the many other crap at hogwarts.
Of course that logic goes out the window when the parents learn of Lupin the werewolf.
Even Draco stands up for Scorpius. When Harry pulls the two boys apart. Draco pleads with his former foe. Even reasoning with him.
The Malfoy's while not gentle are their kids biggest fan.
That tells me Draco and Lucius are close, and Draco feels safe going to his father with his problems. Like that may seem strange to bring up, but think back to your school years, especially in your teens.
Did you feel like you could tell your parents your problems?
How many of Draco's peers could write to their parents to complain about another kid being rude to them? We're told the Weasleys are pretty close knit, but Ron's not writing letters to Molly or Arthur about his school problems. Hell, he doesn't even go to his brothers for help! Percy is a prefect and at no point does he ever use his position to protect Ron. Neither do Fred and George, and they are more aware of Ron's problems than Percy is.
But anytime things go wrong for Draco, Lucius is referenced as being involved in some way, or shows up directly to defend Draco.
It's no coincidence that when Voldemort hands down a punishment for Lucius' failure at the ministry, he chooses to do it through Draco.
the only time Sansa mentions Stannis is when she pleads for Ned's life just to say "YOUR GRACE MY DAD WAS HIGH OFF THE POPPY AND STANNIS AND RENLY LIED TO HIM ABOUT SOMETHING :(" and then Cersei tells her that it's easier to beguile a horse than him while he's about to fucking invade the city in a battle, and the only time Stannis mentions Sansa is when he's doing his used car salesman shtick with Jon to convince him to become lord of Winterfell, and Jon says "but what about Sansa Winterfell should be hers" and Stannis is like "Oh so you want LADY LANNISTER and her IMP HUSBAND at your papi's seat did you hit your head on the Wall and your brain freeze nobody LOOK AT MY 1 AND ONLY DAUGHTER THOUGH" and yet they have 1 gazillion fics on AO3 because the actor who plays him in the show I guess.
ORIGINAL CHARACTER: Irene Snape
WORDS: 2027
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Not gonna lie, I’m iffy on the midlands slang. I tried my best, but if it’s too noticeably rough, let me know and I’ll go back to dial it back. I kinda just picked an old Greek name for Mulciber. Please like and reblog if you enjoy!
SEVERUS: ONE
Severus was already having a bad year.
Like, certifiably fucking bad year. The last thing he wanted to deal with was relationship bullshit. But Sirius Black had decided Severus’ year wasn’t already bad enough, because now the rich little bitch boy decided he wanted Severus’ sister, Irene. As if nearly sending him to his death in the Whomping Willow and partaking in the destruction of Severus’ friendship with Lily, on top of regularly harassing and assaulting him for fun wasn’t enough, no, now Sirius wanted to fuck what was at this point, the only good thing in Severus’ life.
Because nothing was sacred.
“Aw, come on, Snivellus! I’ll show her a great time!” Sirius called from across the court yard. He made a thrusting motion with his hips, while from behind him, James put on a falsetto.
“Oh Sirius, oh yes!”
Severus wanted to punch them both. But if the incident with Lupin and the Whomping Willow had taught him anything, it was that Potter and Black could do whatever they wanted, and no one cared. Especially if you were a Slytherin. The only people a Slytherin could count on was the other Slytherins.
At the start of term, Dumbledore had made some waffling speech about inter-house unity and jolly co-operation, but Severus knew the whole thing was a load. If the old bastard really believed any of that horseshite, he wouldn’t have sworn Severus to secrecy to protect The Gryffindor Golden Boys.
It wasn’t even about Lupin – the Gryffindor prefect was sycophantic and whiny, but otherwise unremarkable enough for Severus to not actually care about him being a werewolf. Besides, he would gain nothing from outing him anyway. Dumbledore had really only cared about making sure James and Sirius weren’t implicated. And, Severus supposed, to make sure Dumbledore himself didn’t get in trouble for allowing a werewolf at Hogwarts.
There was James Potter’s stupid voice again.
“Right there, Sirius, right there!” He fake moaned before laughing like it was the funniest thing in the goddamn world.
“Oi, no one wants to hear you two acting out your sexual fantasies in public!” Mulciber barked as he and Rosier entered the courtyard. Rosier made a face at the Gryffindors, like they were something particularly foul. He was good at that. At keeping his facial expression controlled even when he wanted to do something like roll his eyes or glower. He had that look that said everything he needed to convey with nothing more than a narrowing of his eyes and a quirk of his eyebrow. Severus supposed that was a skill you learned as a rich kid, because you couldn’t talk with your fists. Or sometimes, even with your words. He didn’t really understand that whole rich people society shit, but from what he’d heard from Mulciber, Rosier, Avery and the others, it was very restrictive. Don’t do this, don’t talk to them, smile even when you hate them.
It sounded pretty fucked, in his opinion.
“You want me to go knock Black upside the head?” Mulciber asking, snapping Severus out of his thoughts.
“What?”
“I mean if some fucking bastard was talking like that about my sister he wouldn’t have a cock to fuck with -”
“Mulciber, please, not everything has to be a wrestling match.” Severus groaned, shaking his head.
“Well excuuuuuuuuse me, Sevvy. Just trying to protect your sister’s honour.”
“Don’t call me Sevvy.”
“Forget it Mulciber. Severus is a man of pride, and very little else.” Rosier teased.
“Shut. Up.” Severus snapped. He took a deep breath to calm his irritation. Mulciber and Rosier could be annoying but they had nothing – nothing – on Potter and Black.
“Speaking of the girl herself.” Mulciber chuckled as Irene trudged into the courtyard. She looked annoyed, which wasn’t unusual for her these days. Lily had ended her friendship with Irene when she ended hers and Severus’ too, and Irene didn’t really get on with the Slytherin girls like he did the boys. It wasn’t that Irene was too rough for them – they actually liked that. They just talked down to her because the Snapes were poor and Irene took enough shit from kids at home about that.
“Mother. Fucking. McGonagall. Playing favourites as fucking usual. Oooh, I’m proper fumin’!” Where Severus worked very, very hard to keep that Midlands accent down, to keep the slang out of his vocabulary while at school, Irene couldn’t give a toss about it.
“Uh-oh, someone’s got a bee in her bonnet.” Mulciber laughed.
“Gunna clout you on the napper if you keep chewin’ us.” Irene warned, pointing her finger accusingly at Mulciber. The bigger boy simply laughed.
“Alright, alright, don’t get your knickers in a twist!”
“Leave my knickers out of it.”
“What’s McGonagall done now, Reeny?” Rosier asked, leaning against the tree behind him.
“Was doing my work and Mary Mc-fucking-Donald cocked ‘ers up and she starts booing that I did it! Went offit like I’d gone oggy raiding in her nan’s back yard.” Irene explained.
“Well what’d you expect from Mary McDonald? Little mudblood slag has always been an attention seeker.” Rosier scoffed.
“Probably pissed off Black wants you and not her.” Mulciber laughed. Irene’s expression shifted, somewhere between angry and surprised.
“Yer wha, mate?” Mulciber glanced between Irene and Severus, looking like it was his god damn birthday.
“You haven’t told her, Sevvy?”
“Mulciber.” Severus warned.
“Reeny, dear, Sirius Black has chosen your delightful self for his next conquest.” Mulciber chuckled, grinning like the cat who go the cream.
“Jokin arn ya?” Irene replied, glancing across the courtyard at Black, Potter, Lupin and Pettigrew, frowning as Black and Potter tossed around some rememberall they’d knicked from Pettigrew while the poor boy in question was desperately trying to grab it back. She frowned.
“Don’t tell me you’re actually thinking about it?” Rosier raised an eyebrow.
“Course not, Sirius Black is a proper munter! I’d sooner get the plague!” Irene retorted, head snapping back to face them.
“You looked, though.” Mulciber pointed out.
“Severus!” Irene rounded on her brother, silently hoping he’d provide some support.
“Well. You did look -” Severus knew he’d fucked up from the look on her face.
“Was making sure ‘e was still rammy.” She defended. Mulciber rolled his eyes.
“Irene, your vocabulary is truly adorable.” Irene blinked at him.
“Cuz I don’t like sound like I’ve a stick up my arse?”
“Hurtful.” The taller boy looked playfully offended.
“Ireeeeeeene!” Sirius Black suddenly called. The girl in question frowned and groaned.
“What d’ya want, you crank?” She turned to the Gryffindor.
“Thought you might want a piece of this. Friday, in Hogsmeade.”
“I would rather shit in my hands and clap.” Irene retorted, rolling her eyes and turning away.
“I’m talking to you!” Sirius snapped, grabbing her wrist to turn her back.
It Happened almost too quickly for her to follow.
Severus suddenly tugged her away and pounced at Sirius, his careful control snapping like a twig. His fist collided with Sirius’ face, Sirius shoved him, Severus shoved back and then they were on the ground. That midlands accent he always forced down came out like it was always there. He was yelling so loud and so fast it was almost impossible to make out what he was actually saying.
Naturally James attempted to intervene on Sirius’ behalf, only to get fully tackled by Mulciber. Rosier was having to hold Irene back from getting involved until Pettigrew drew his wand and then Rosier just let go, because bringing a wand to a fistfight was just poor sportsmanship.
Pettigrew shrieked like a banshee as Irene slammed into him, biting onto his hand to make him drop his wand.
“What is the meaning of this?” Came McGonagall’s posh tone into the courtyard.
“Bollocks.”
Albus Dumbledore was a man who rarely showed his anger or his disappointment. He worked quite hard to keep a calm facade – but at the moment, he was being severely tested.
Eight teenagers stood in his office, all squabbling (read: arguing in a manner that was dangerously close to once again becoming physically violent) and none of them even giving him or Professor McGonagall a second thought.
Sirius Black’s nose was dribbling blood, purple and probably broken.
James Potter had a black eye and a split lip.
Peter Pettigrew was hiding behind Remus Lupin nursing a bloody hand.
And then there were the Slytherins.
Severus Snape’s knuckles were bloody, though whether the blood was his or Sirius Black’s was still up in the air.
His sister Irene stood next to him, almost entirely unmarred save for the wild state of her robes and the blood in her teeth.
Orius Mulciber was covered in dirt.
And Evan Rosier was untouched, even in his expression.
By Merlin.
“Quiet!” Dumbledore’s voice was stern but not aggressive. Loud but not a yell.
The Gryffindors naturally snapped to attention, but the Slytherins all gave the man looks somewhere between disdain, boredom and outright contempt. That wasn’t unusual for them, of course. Not too many students in Salazar’s house openly liked the headmaster, even if their parents paid him basic lip service.
“Sorry headmaster.” Lupin replied, nervously straightening his robes though they didn’t need to be.
“Now. Fighting is not allowed on the castle grounds, you all know this. So why were you behaving like a band of territorial gorillas?” Dumbledore asked.
“Well, you see Professors,” James began in that irritating kiss-ass voice.
“Here we go.” Rosier muttered, shaking his head.
“Sirius was just trying to ask Irene on a date. He’s rather sweet on her, you see.” James continued, almost masterful in the way he twisted the truth to make himself and his friends look better.
“He’s right. I was finally to ask out the girl I liked, but the second I did, Severus just attacked me!” Sirius chimed in, his voice tinged with fake vulnerability.
“You’re leaving out the part where you grabbed her.” Rosier cut in flatly, already done with this whole charade.
“I was being romantic!” Sirius protested.
“Boys.” McGonagall warned. James cleared his throat.
“As you can imagine, I felt I had to defend my mate, and break up the fight, but then I was also attacked by Mulciber.”
“Yeah, well you see, I don’t like your face, Potter, and I will accept any opportunity to rearrange it.” Mulciber replied smugly repeating James’ earlier statement.
“Professor, you can’t expect us to allow a girl to be around such rowdy and violent boys!” James turned back to Dumbledore.
The headmaster looked at James, then at Irene, then at Peter. It was clear Irene didn’t need any protection whatsoever.
However.
He didn’t want to further encourage her behaviour.
“Mr. Potter, I understand your concern, but it is not as though it is within my power to move her to another house or indeed force her to relinquish her friendship with Mr. Mulciber or Mr. Rosier. Furthermore, Mr. Snape is her own flesh and blood, which I even less power to dictate. I do, however, have the power to discourage violent behaviour.”
Oh, great, Severus thought, rolling his eyes. Here comes the waffle.
“So, in that respect, I think it would be beneficial for you all to spend your next visit to Hogsmeade together.”
Eight voices spoke in unison:
“No way.”
As the eight students filed out of the headmaster’s office, Severus fell into step next to Rosier.
Evan glanced at him, already anticipating a request for a favour.
“What?”
“You’ve got History of Magic with Irene, yeah?” Severus began.
“Yeah.”
“And Black too?”
“You want me to keep an eye on her?”
“She doesn’t need to be babied -”
“But Sirius Black and James Potter aren’t the type to take ‘no’ the first time. Or the second. Or the fifteenth.” Rosier finished the thought. Severus huffed.
“I’m not asking to protect her, Rosier.”
“You’re asking me to back her up, I get that.” The boys stopped for a moment, watching Irene and Mulciber playfully shoving each other as they went down the stairs into the dungeons.
“Potter and Black never go one without the other. Just . . . Don’t let them gang up on her.”
My bf just finished reading HP for the first time ever and he cannot get over the idea of Snape living in the muggle world when he wasn't at Hogwarts. He keeps picturing Snape doing random stuff, like popping into his local off-licence, and cracking himself up.
Where do we reckon he would've shopped? Was he an Iceland man? Or do you think he had a clubcard? Did he have a favourite meal deal combo?
I feel like Severus often shopped in second hand places because he thought it was less expensive and didn't like giving money to big corporations because of capitalism
And failing that, I think he'd shop at smaller places, family owned places. Shops that had been in the community for years and they knew his parents, you know?
Regulus wasn't disillusioned with ideology. He simply loved his elf.
Regulus was disillusioned with Voldemort because he realized that Voldemort did not serve any common interests, only his own. That does not mean he rejected Voldemort’s ideology; in fact, it was precisely because he embraced and believed in that ideology and in the supposed rights of pure-bloods that he began to question Voldemort. Voldemort was not fighting for any collective cause, he was fighting for himself and for his obsession with immortality.
It’s funny how people think Regulus betrayed Voldemort or equate what he did with Snape’s actions, when Regulus never changed sides nor intended to. He remained very loyal to his aristocratic roots, but he discovered that the leader of the movement he cared so deeply about was not actually interested in making the movement succeed, only himself. And the final straw was, indeed, that Voldemort claimed his property—his elf—and tried to do whatever he wanted with him without his consent. Regulus was the heir to one of the oldest magical aristocratic families; something like that was an outrage for someone like him.
No one can ever make me like Severus Snape, I mean I get that he betrayed voldemort and worked for the order and I admire his bravery but I will never like him as a person. Discriminating children on their house(I don't need to elaborate on this), downgrading them because they aren't skilled in his subject(Yes, I'm talking about Neville.) And of course bullying harry. I mean he could've seen harry as the son of the woman he loved, but rather he chose to see him as the son of the man who bullied him(I know he has helped protect him too, but he's humiliated him for too many times than that). This shows that his hatred for James is much greater than his love for Lily.
That’s a lot of words just to say you’re a classist who doesn’t understand how trauma works and can’t be bothered to use empathy to understand it. Good for you, girl, stick with your basic normie tastes. Why are you even telling us? If you’re as simple as a door, you don’t have to announce it to the world, but if you do, what do we do? Well, we tell you you’re basic with terrible taste. There’s no other option.
Blah blah Snape bad, blah blah bad attitude, blah blah he had trauma, blah blah. Babe, you know who’s annoying? You. For being stupid, classist, and functionally illiterate.
'This shows that his hatred for James is much greater than his love for Lily.'
She chose Snape's abuser over Snape. She chose to marry and have a child with the man who sexually assaulted Snape in public.
He would have been within his rights to let that woman die. And he still tried to save her.
Harry literally had Snape's abuser's face. Can you imagine.
Six years of having to look at what's practically a clone of the man who made your school years hell, who sexually assaulted you in public, who verbally and magically harassed you.
And that little clone is a smartass you have to keep from getting himself killed while trying not to look too protective of the kid, while trying to maintain double agent status.
Can you fucking imagine.
As for Nevile . . . All of his teachers bullied Neville.
"What about Trevor?" I hear you asking.
Let me ask you.
Did you ever see Ron bring Scabbers into potions? Did you ever see Hermione bring Crookshanks?
No. Because Potions is a dangerous class. And you cannot control what an animal will do around cauldrons and boiling liquids, never mind boiling liquids with magical properties.
Snape was teaching Neville a difficult lesson about caring for his pet. About why he shouldn't bring his fucking toad into potions class. Could he have been kinder about it? Maybe. But there's no guarantee Neville would really have taken the lesson to heart.
Neville instead got a firsthand demonstration of what could have happened to his beloved pet. That was not a lesson he'd soon forget. He kept Trevor safely out of Potions class after that, didn't he?
At the end of the day, you refuse to forgive Snape for being a ballbusting teacher, meanwhile he's a war hero who protected the child of his abuser.
how anyone is reading these books and thinking snape is not a totally shit teacher is beyond me. calling your student a know it all for answering your question? shitting on students for not knowing things they literally haven't got to in class? playing favorites constantly? THREATENING TO POISON A STUDENTS PET AND THEN GETTING MAD WHEN IT DOESN'T WORK?
1— When a student constantly interrupts classes because of her need for academic validation to the point of NOT LETTING HER CLASSMATES ANSWER, making them take a comfortable stance because they know there’s always someone who’ll jump in and answer so they don’t actually have to know it themselves, that is disruptive behaviour. It’s not a good thing for a student to be constantly trying to hog their teachers’ attention, much less monopolise the lessons. Quite the opposite: it’s not only interrupting learning, it’s also harming her classmates. Severus was well within his rights to take her down a peg, because Hermione was insufferable. And honestly, considering the kid burned his cloak and STOLE from his own office, I think he was being pretty indulgent with her. I would’ve kicked her out of class for disobeying my orders and for stealing, and failed her for the year.
2— The animals at Hogwarts aren’t pets, they’re used to practise magic. This is done to ALL of them, how many of them get transformed into objects constantly? Severus had the bloody antidote for the toad in his pocket, he clearly wasn’t going to kill it, and it was a fucking lesson about not bringing animals into a highly dangerous class where, if the creature freaks out, someone could get hurt by knocking over a cauldron.
3— Severus isn’t worse or harsher than the rest of the Hogwarts teachers. In fact, at least Severus actually cares about keeping his students safe and not getting them killed before the end of the school year. If it were up to most of them, more than half would’ve died before the end of the saga, so I don’t know what the fuck you’re all talking about.
i was going to respond to your points but starting off with saying it's fine for an adult to take a fourteen year old child down a peg kind of invalidates everything you said here. also you spelled analyzed wrong in the tags btw.
No, it doesn’t invalidate it. Because yes, an adult has the right to set limits for kids when they’re disrupting the class or interrupting their work. I’m sorry, but I completely disagree with the idea that an adult has to swallow every kind of crap just because they’re an adult. Hermione was disrespectful and didn’t contribute to the lesson; in fact, what she did was hinder the educational progress of her classmates. Besides, as I’ve already told you, she had committed several offences against Snape that he let slide, like attacking him or stealing from him. I would have expelled her for that; at the very least, he had the decency not to. And I would have thrown her out of my class after the third warning not to interrupt me; again, at least he had the decency not to do that.
Being strict is not the same as being a bad teacher, and I’ll say it again: Snape did NOT have any attitude that the rest of the teachers didn’t have, EXCEPT that he actually cared about the kids staying safe and sound. But it’s much easier to ignore what I’ve told you because it clearly doesn’t suit your argument. And yes, you have a very childish mindset — I’m sorry, but that’s how it is.
teachers generally don't like it when a single student is the only one answering questions. it allows the other students to become complacent because 'why should i engage with this? hermione has the answer anyway.'
also correcting people's grammar as a 'gotcha' is a dick move.
Reading your fanfic, in the POV of the characters who are future death eaters, it really got me thinking that Rowling didn't think it through about who we are meant to sympathize with. She tried to make the slytherins into the typical 'evil aristocracy trope' - privileged, rich, and close-minded -but instead, she ended up creating isolated children who were villanized from the age of 11, who were raised or radicalized by a cult and stayed there because that's all they know. Because where else would they go?
That, in comparison with our "heroes" in gryffindor, who received special treatment at school, committed many acts of violence, but never got punished for it... I mean, why am I supposed to think the gryffindors are morally superior? Why shouldn't I feel sorry for the slytherins? The moral compass here is all messed up.
If you take a group of people who are susceptible to group isolation and who have an excessively closed and hermetic cultural idiosyncrasy, and instead of contributing to their inclusion and integration you isolate them even further through prejudice or differential treatment, what you achieve is a clear case of a self-fulfilling prophecy. Slytherins are bad from the outset, but if from the very beginning you take a group of children and adolescents —at an age of cognitive and ideological development— who come from families that have already instilled certain ideas in them and have also told them that they are going to be made to feel different and discriminated against because of those ideas, and then you do exactly what their families told them you would do, the only thing you accomplish is reinforcing the idea that they are misunderstood, that the system is against them, that it’s them against the world, and that they have to defend themselves by attacking. As a result, all you do is make them close ranks even more, constantly feed off one another, and collectively reinforce the ideas they already had to begin with.
What you, as an educator, could achieve —taking advantage of the fact that they spend most of the year away from home— you not only fail to attempt, but you do it so badly and so negligently that instead of helping them leave the cult, all you do is further reinforce the idea that they must belong to it, because it is the only place where they are understood, accepted, and defended. And that, kids, is how block mentalities and extremist thinking are created. And since I honestly do not believe under any circumstances that a child or adolescent can be responsible for their ideology, because that ideology is still in the process of being formed, I blame all the irresponsible adults, but even more so those who then believe themselves to be in a position to give moral lessons about good and evil, about goodness and wickedness, because the truth is that they themselves have generated that “evil.” Which in reality isn’t evil at all, it’s pure rage. And it’s only natural for that rage to increase over the years; I’d want to kill Dumbledore too if I had gone to Slytherin.
This is why I never really cared about potential 'favouritism' Snape showed them (I don't think he did, but you know).
No one is on a Slytherin's side. No one is going to take their word over a kid from any other house. When you're treated with prejudice and disdain from the moment you're sorted, you don't exactly have a lot of positive role models. Which makes you susceptible to further radicalization and grooming.
That's why it was so easy for Voldemort to recruit them once they left school. He took their parents' ideology and twisted it just enough to make them feel like they had some form of real power.
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