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In a world where Voldemort is just a little more insane than cannon because of splitting his soul.

He doesn't hide his Hocruxes, they are displayed in plain sight, adorned by those who bring him honor.

It's merely a coincidence that young Severus seems to be the only one that earns them.

Basically a dark Severus Snape who is slowly losing his mind as he is forced to wear Hogwarts Artifacts that have been turned into Hocruxes.

And they do make him crazy strong.

Ravenclaws diadem let's him think 3 times as fast as a normal person and understand magical concepts just as fast.

Sword of Gryphindor gives him super strength. (This isn't a hocrux but he can't seem to get rid of it, Voldy finds this very funny)

Locket of Slytherin automatically alerts him to danger and can cast Protego in crucial moments.

Hufflepuffs cup gives him unlimited supply of any liquid he understands the makeup of. He can heal from most damage and ailments because the cup compells him to preserve his life and health.

The strength he always sought was in his grasp, being at the beck and call of one man occasionally seemed like a small price to pay.

Until he came face to face with her again, she looked terrified when she saw the animal he had become.

Too bad, what she thought no longer mattered, at least not enough to make him stop.

(She would be safe as long as the Hocruxes couldn't see through what little remained of his mind)

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The Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist Scene, but it's James and Severus

Remus stared at the scene before him, eyes filled with contempt. "What are we? A team? No... no, we're chaos. A potion brew full of volatile ingredients—already destroying the cauldron."

Dumbledore stepped forward cautiously. "Remus, my boy," he said gently, "you need to step away from the Horcrux."

But Severus only sneered, eyes flicking between the others. "It’s time everyone saw what happens when the wolf lets off a little steam. Wouldn’t want to keep all the fun to myself," he said, jabbing James subtly—just enough to conjure memories of fifth year.

James shoved him back, teeth clenched. "Back off."

Severus’s eyes darkened as his wand appeared in his hand like a reflex. "Oh, why don’t you make me, Potter?" he spat.

"Yeah, big man with his special wand and dark magic. Take that away—what are you, Snivellus?"

"Genius," Severus snapped back without hesitation, "Youngest Potions Master in British history. Youngest Head of House Hogwarts has ever had." A smug smirk curled his lip.

From the corner, Lily—despite herself—nodded faintly.

James's fists clenched. "Sirius has none of that, and he’s worth ten of you. I’ve seen the spells you cast. You don’t fight for anything but yourself. You’re not the kind of man who’d shield an innocent—you'd never throw yourself in front of a curse."

"No," Severus said coolly, "I’d just cast the counter-curse. It’s why I studied dark magic to begin with."

"Always slithering out," James muttered, voice laced with mockery. "You’re not evil, Snape—but you’d better stop pretending you’re some kind of hero."

Severus’s face twisted. "A hero? Like you? You’re a trust-fund baby, Potter. Everything special about you—you got from your father."

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*Knock Knock*

"Lily, could you see who it is?" Mary asked her, but she seemed to be busy working on an assignment. 'Isn't that due next week?'

Lily went and opened the door, and the sight that greeted her was... shocking. There stood her once-best friend, in brand-new robes with a small bouquet of roses in his hands. His hair was less greasy, neatly tied into a loose mullet.

He cleaned up well, too bad Lily wasn't interested in hearing him out anymore.

"I thought I told you to leave me alone!" Lily whisper shouted at him, not wanting to make a scene.

Severus looked at her, uninterested, leaned to the left as if to peek into her room and called out, "Mary?"

"Oh! Sorry Lily. That would be my date!"

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I appreciate that a lot of people liked the original idea, so I wrote a whole chapter of it. Here ya'll go :)

Link: HERE

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*Knock Knock*

"Lily, could you see who it is?" Mary asked her, but she seemed to be busy working on an assignment. 'Isn't that due next week?'

Lily went and opened the door, and the sight that greeted her was... shocking. There stood her once-best friend, in brand-new robes with a small bouquet of roses in his hands. His hair was less greasy, neatly tied into a loose mullet.

He cleaned up well, too bad Lily wasn't interested in hearing him out anymore.

"I thought I told you to leave me alone!" Lily whisper shouted at him, not wanting to make a scene.

Severus looked at her, uninterested, leaned to the left as if to peek into her room and called out, "Mary?"

"Oh! Sorry Lily. That would be my date!"

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Just imagining how Severus maintained Voldemort's trust and felt like, he probably never really lied to the man who can literally read minds through the dark mark.

Voldemort: Tell me Severus, am I a hard man to please?

Severus: At times yes, my lord.

*every death eater freaking out at the round table*

Voldemort: I see...Lucius, what about you? Do you think I am a hard man to please?

Lucius sweating profusely: N-No, of course not my lord!

Voldemort: Anyone else...think I am a hard man to please?

Every elite death eater at the table remained silent, avoiding eye contact.

Voldemort: And this is why Severus has and will always be my most trusted. I am a hard man to please, Lucius, my ambitions are great, my goals beyond the understanding of most. How could I possibly be easy to please? That would imply I am not aiming for heights unachieved in the past.

"So now, tell me.." Voldmeort's eyes grew a sinister red as he looked at the older Malfoy. "Am I a hard man to please, Lucius?"

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How do you think things would change if

While he was dying, instead of passing all his memories, he just shows Harry the scene where dumbledore asks Snape to kill him and the scene where dumbledore tells him Harry has to die.

And then instead of asking to look at Harry's eyes, Snape asks for his wand. And then uses it to cast his patronus one last time. He stares at it as his life slowly fades away.

Harry still knows what he must do, but now is very confused cause that's his mom's patronus.

After the battle he asks Dumbledore's portrait and he simply says he promised Snape to never tell anything.

And then, in the epilogue it's Harry who uncovers things in bits and pieces as he tries to find out more about his mother.

Like instead of it being just given to us, we go through a whole ass mini arc to find out the Snape Lily lore.

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A prophecy is made, a prophecy is heard, a prophecy is delivered.

But it's not Snape delivering a prophecy to Voldemort, but potions mistress Lily Delivering a prophecy to Dumbledore. One she heard while having a casual chat with the divination professor Trelanvey (or whatever her name is)

*"Born of shadow, bright yet doomed,

Not the first, but last entombed.

Tremble, Britain, weep and wane,

In her name, no magic shall remain."*

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Next thing she knows, Dumbledore leaves to prevent another Voldemort situation, he decides that this time he will nip it in the bud.

It pains him however, because he knows who it is, he is responsible for this child getting out of her abusive mother's clutches and finally meeting her father and now he must end her before she becomes the next Voldemort.

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Who was this child?

Severus Snape's daughter

Today is her 7th birthday

He does go in, he does end her. He does it gently, no pain at all. One moment she is smiling, the next, she is dead.

For the greater good.

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He didn't realize in his hubris that *in her name*

Can mean someone else may do it in her name. And not just people rallying under her banner.

Que dark lord Severus Snape.

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I was gonna sleep but then I hallucinated about a Prof of the dark arts Snape about to demonstrate the killing curse (on an animal) to fifth years

and the moment he calls on a student to volunteer (to cast a shielding spell on the animal to prove that it's unlockable) they all start crying cause he doesn't tell why he called this student so they all think this kids gonna die.

The whole class has a meltdown before he can explain and now I am laughing too much

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it must be really nice to be able to move through the world without being the actual target of violence you bigoted fuckhead. die

Hmm

I dunno man, I got lynched twice for the color of my skin so uh..I think I know what it means more than you. Considering you are too much of a pussy to not use anon for this.

I may not always have the best takes on a lot of things, but I am not afraid to voice them out to get into discussions. If that offends you, then be offended somewhere else, I got shit to do.

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So I was watching star and the forces of evil. And wrote this little thing:-

"You keep saying my father was a great man, but all I see is fear in the eyes of those who speak of him! And barely anyone does! Not to mention Professor Evans, who refuses to tell me anything even though she knew him best!"

Sevarina Snape glared at Dumbledore, frustration simmering beneath her sharp gaze. She despised being lied to, hated when people hid things from her—a trait she had apparently inherited from her father. She was tired of half-truths and riddles. She wanted to know about the man who had given his life for her.

Dumbledore studied her for a long moment before sighing, his usual twinkle dimmed with age and sorrow. "Dear child, I had hoped you would be older before you learned the full truth. But perhaps the time has come."

He folded his hands on his desk and fixed her with a somber gaze. "That night… the Dark Lord came for you, believing in a prophecy that foretold his downfall at the hands of a child. You."

Halloween Night-

"My Lord, please reconsider! The words of a false prophet should not sway you from your path. My child is powerless! Please, show mercy!"

Voldemort sneered down at the man before him, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. "You call me 'My Lord' even though you have never served me? At least you know your place, Severus. Unlike others of your kind." His voice turned almost mocking. "I shall let you live. Stand aside. You are a man—you could always make another."

Severus Snape stood firm, his fingers trembling around his wand. "My Lord, please—"

"Stand aside, Snape!"

"I beg you! Not my child! Please!"

With a flick of his wrist, Voldemort sent Severus crashing into the wall, a sharp crack splitting the silence as the breath was forced from his lungs. The Dark Lord turned his attention to the crib—when suddenly, he heard it.

A whisper, dark and seething with unbridled wrath.

"I set the darkness in me free,Gave my foe chances—three.Burn my heart, rend my soul,Let the abyss devour my foe!

Severa Sempra!"

A beam of pitch-black lightning erupted from Severus’s wand, striking the Dark Lord square in the chest. A guttural scream tore from Voldemort’s lips as his body convulsed—then, as if consumed from within, he turned to ash, his form collapsing into nothingness.

Had there been any other witnesses, they would have seen a wraith flee the Snape residence, howling in agony and fear as it vanished into the night.

Severa Sempra

One of the darkest spells ever conceived—born not from hatred, but from a father’s unrelenting love and desperate need to protect his child.

Unlike the Killing Curse, which severs life, Severa Sempra severs the connection between a soul and the material world. And though Voldemort had made himself immortal through his dark rituals, the spell ensured that he could never take physical form again.

Forever trapped between existence and oblivion, the Dark Lord would wander in torment, unable to touch the world, unable to be reborn—only to scream endlessly, rejected by reality itself.

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There was more stored in the pensieve than just his worst memory. The magical artifact among other memories, also harbored his worst nightmare.

A nightmare that had become so frequent and so horrifying- it etched inside his mind as a memory.

In this world, that is what ended up on the surface when Harry dipped his head into the pensieve.

The nightmare showed him, Eileen, talking to a younger Snape, telling him that he must love and attempt to stay in the good graces of his father no matter what. That it wasn't the man's fault when he raised his hands to hurt him.

It was in the middle of this discussion when Tobias entered the room and started to hurt Severus again, fists beating down on the young boy who glared at his father with all the vitriol he could muster.

There was a slight...problem with this dream memory. One second, the woman talking would look like Eileen, and the next...she would look like Lily.

Every other second, the face of Tobias would switch faces with that of ...his father, James Potter.

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Everyone worried about their wands snapping at some point if they end up in the HP universe

Me being helplessly paranoid about chewing up the back of my wand, like one would a pencil, and if the wand would still work

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Poetry Blog

So uh... I am starting a Poetry Blog I'll just leave it here:

On the Edge of Us

An Attempt to Use Words to Bridge the Gap in Our Hearts

Mostly posting romance poems every 3 days, check it out!

Don't worry, more Sev content soon.

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A Poem Severus Wrote for Petunia in my Fic

Don’t shed those precious tears,

Jealousy feels unlike you, dear.

Your warmth, like spring’s soft breeze,

Makes my heart sing with ease.

I once lacked certain pieces, it’s true—

But like Theseus, you made me anew.

You have nothing, love, to fear;

I’ll always want you near.

check it out now!

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(Fic Idea)Lily and Harry Survive But...

Lily and Harry survive, Lily throws Severus into Azkaban. She watches with gleeful pleasure as the dementors suck all the happy memories away from him. She hears him beg "Please don't take her away from me" and wonders who he could be talking about. A few days later she goes to him to gloat but he doesn't recognize her. The story could focus more on Lily finding out all the things Severus did in the first war since he switched sides. One could create a few dramatic and painful choices he would have had to make then as well.

Ending with the grim prospect of the dark lord rising soon on the horizon and no spy to keep the pace of the war in check. ----

Maybe make a few known and beloved characters attempt to spy only to fail miserably/go insane/ switch sides.

Those who fail of course get tortured and killed for information, making the war even harder.

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The entire focus of the fic would be to highlight how monumental Severus Snape's contribution to both wars was.

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Chapter 5 is out!

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It has been 10 years since Voldemort died at the hands of Harry Potter. Harry sat with his Aunt Petunia, they had sort of made up even though Petunia definitely still hated his mother.

She had a picture book in her hand, showing her photos of his mother when she was younger, if he already didn't know he would have found it quite jarring that most of the photos of his mother has Severus Snape accompanying her. The stood together, shoulder touching with his then 8 year old mother grinning from ear to ear while an equally young Severus looked shyly at the camera. His clothes tattered, coats (probably his father's) in some and outsight feminine in others. He did almost resemble a girl in those, a cute one. ( he would never admit this outloud).

"You know it's quite strange he didn't like you, you were her son. If anything he would have wished you were his own child, rather than loathe you. They were thick as thieves, always went everywhere hand in hand." Petunia muses.

Harry looks at his aunt, her gaze seemed to stretch somewhere far away, to simpler times perhaps. She wipes a tear that escapes her eyes and looks back at the picture book.

"Then one day, they just stopped, she said Severus joined some bad group of people and how he was far gone. I thought how impossible that was, he was smitten with her you know? All she had to do was tell him not to do whatever he was doing and he would have stopped. I told her the same at the time, she said how he should come to such a conclusion on his own rather than from her coercing. Which was bullshit by the way, I had seen her use his affections for far more selfish reasons. She would bat her poisonous green eyes at him and say *please* in a cutesy voice and her wish became his command."

Petunia shook her head in disgust while she recalled such a moment, Harry felt mildly uncomfortable at the thought of his mother acting cute in front of Snape.

"So much heartache could be avoided if your mother was selfish for the right reasons back then, but then again, she was always such a bitch. No one else would say so to you of course, she was much to beautiful and perfect for anyone to see her bullshit."

Harry believed he had heard enough, and just as he was about to get up he heard something unbelievable.

"I saw him first" petunia grumbled, "He was running, a loaf of stolen bread in one hand while he used to other to part the crowd in from of him. He had such a roughish smirk on his face, 10 year old me swooned at him. I wished he was my roughish prince, who'd climb up the window of my room to meet me at night, just like those old Disney shows. Alas, I didn't have magic and was never worth his notice. If I did...he would have looked at me, not her." Petunia finally caught herself, slammed the photo book shut and stormed off the living room, leaving a shocked Harry to wonder the implications of her words.