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au where Snape raises Harry and Black escapes from prison.
I always love this because one it's adorable and also I just really like Severus and Sirius slowly getting along.
theres a lot of things about dumbledore i dont like; but i do find portrayal of him as just as evil as voldemort but opposite, or as uncaring and cold, a little much; i think the reason dumbledore is so compelling is becuz he has so much knowledge and power, and yet, he continues to make mistakes, he does care about people, doesn't seem to want to harm others, especially those he considers allies, but does
he does love harry, but he sends him back to an abusive household over and over; he does love harry, but that love leaves him teetering between giving too much, ruining harry's already ruined childhood which ends up with harry not knowing enough after dumbledore died
he vouches for snape, but uses him as well---he'd help a slytherin student trying to escape the deatheaters, no doubts---but he's biased against them anyway, and they'd never come to him
hes leading a war, he's in charge of hundreds of students; he made mistakes he'll regret till he dies, but he continues to make mistakes, seems incapable of not making mistakes
i dont like dumbledore glaze, but i dont like bashing either; i like it when he's human; when he's flawed and fucked up; when he's trying and still isnt enough
but that being said, if evil!dumbledore works for ur fic, why not; id still read it lol
can you imagine how uncomfortable did Severus feel while he had to be a headmaster, eating on a fucking throne-like chair in the centre of the table, under the hateful eyes of hundreds of students and next to his former colleguesđđ i have a headcanon that he had lost a lot of weight at the time, because he could barely force himself to eat anything and felt immediately nauseous at entering the great hall.
Yesssss I like to think this is when he was at his weakest/most broken down mentally and physically. He appeared strong and got shit done as headmaster because he HAD to. Everything was finally coming to a point and if he fucked it up even a little, he could be found as a traitor and Harry (and probably a lot of others) would die.
He literally had to continuously show everyone that he was working for Voldemort and if he had any moments where he showed weakness or anything that wasn't essentially cruel death eater vibes, he would have been seen as suspicious. I mean Voldemort (the best legilimens) didn't even know Snape had actually been betraying him until Harry said something and even then, he didn't believe him.
Severus ate and left no crumbs with his acting skills ~
Unfortunately he was definitely a hot mess internally and likely welcomed his death after the YEARS of playing mindfuck chess against Tom the Riddler.
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Slytherin potter my beloved
I feel seen.
The way she looks at me, her eyes melt in my cold presence without giving me an opportunity to shield her from it.
To save her from my obnoxious and precarious existence.
Too late, she calls it âcompanyâ.
The thick fog that clouds my mind where nothing grows is impossible to dismiss.
Oh gods, why does she wander there?
The way my ghosts stalk her, how my unholy land cracks with every step taken in this forgotten place inside me.
Iâm a deserted valley, sheâs a hummingbird that deserves clear heavens.
Too late, she took my hand and called me âfriendâ as she danced through my hell.
I feel seen.
Life has thrown my happiness into the abyss, and has left me with no signage to where a safe harbor could accept my damaged soul. No compass points to sanctuary for one so fractured.
Indifference is my lullaby, apathy my night sky, and anxiety my oxygen as I bleed through spaces.
All that truth is a lie when she sees me. I transmute into an insect that venerates her essence like the sun.
I will travel far beyond any path of reason to be seen by her again.
Too late, I dared to surrendered to her touch, she blessed me with a kiss and called me âOmsâ.
I feel loved.
I'm no crying, you are đđđ