#snalentine

[adventure-waffles]

He hopes he isn't too late to give you a snalentine (snake valentine)

[reinekefoxart]

Be safe ….

@snapecelebration

[yearofthesnape]

An Antidote to Amortentia

Here's a sneak peek into the Lavender Brown & Snape fanfic I'm working on; this is a shorter chapter that works as a Valentine's one-shot. Snape helps Lavender learn safe dating in the wizarding world (it's kind of like Severitus, with Snape as a mentor/father figure, but with Lavender instead of Harry). Takes place a little after Snape and Lavender survive the Battle of Hogwarts; Snape isn't actually still a professor but Lavender calls him that out of habit.

Note that 1) Snape and Lavender are platonic 2) Lavender is not a full werewolf but still needs one dose of Wolfsbane a month to manage symptoms (this will all be explained in the main fic) 3) this fic is suitable for all audiences who read the Harry Potter books

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Snape looked up as the door jingled. “Miss Brown,” he said. “Wolfsbane Potion, I presume?”

“Yes, but never mind about that right now,” Lavender said. “Professor, I’ve found my soulmate!” Lavender’s eyes were shining strangely above her bright pink muffler, and Snape noted with annoyance that she had bounced in forcefully enough to knock askew the “Consulting Potion-Maker” sign on the door.

“Is that so,” remarked Snape drily, decanting some Wolfsbane Potion into a stone chalice. To his expert nose, it didn’t smell quite right. The usual ingredients were all there, but there was a faint note of something else.

His lack of enthusiasm was lost on Lavender, who went on, “Oberon is so tall and handsome — we’ve been writing by owl, I finally met him this morning, and we’re already engaged…”

Snape’s hands stilled on the chalice. Lilies. That was the intruding smell. It hadn’t been there before Miss Brown came in… engaged this morning, did she say? He got out another chalice and swiftly poured the whole contents of a small bottle into it. Lavender was saying, “…so I’ve really got to go, Oberon and I have a wedding to plan, so if I could just have that potion —”

“You should drink this first,” said Snape, holding out the second chalice.

Lavender looked at it suspiciously. “What’s this?” she asked.

“Antidote to Amortentia.”

Lavender recoiled slightly. “But — but I’m truly in love!”

“Then the antidote will not change anything,” Snape said smoothly.

Slowly, unwillingly, Lavender reached across the counter and took the chalice. She gulped down its contents. The next moment, her face crumpled. “I never thought he’d do this,” she whispered. “I did fancy him. Not the way I did five minutes ago, but… I thought he loved me. I would have loved him, too, if he hadn’t… if he hadn’t…”

Snape turned slightly so as not to see her tears and looked out the door instead, which he had had frosted with something akin to Foe-Glass so as to see new customers as they approached. His gaze sharpened. “Do you know the man coming down the corridor?”

Lavender, who had just finished drinking the Wolfsbane chalice in a bid to have something, at least, go to plan, looked over her shoulder and suddenly vaulted over the counter. Snape began filling a particularly evil-looking goblet with a clear liquid, as calmly as if Lavender had not just hidden behind a barrel of dried nettles. He took his time about it as the door jingled again.

The young man who entered glanced hastily around the room, but before he could turn to go, Snape advanced upon him, holding the foul-looking goblet. “Going so soon, Oberon?” he asked silkily.

“I — how did —”

“Perhaps you wish to have a taste.” Snape extended the goblet. Oberon stood rooted to the spot as Snape continued softly, “I think I would enjoy seeing you feel exactly as you ought for the thoughts with which you darkened my doors. Go on. Drink.”

Oberon shook his head violently.

“No? Then take my advice” — Snape was very close now, and his voice dipped into a low snarl — “never bother Lavender Brown again.”

As Oberon wrenched the door open and flung himself down the corridor, Snape raised the goblet he was still holding in a mocking toast. Then he drank deeply.

“What are you doing?” asked Lavender in shock. She had gotten out from behind the barrel.

Snape paused, and a rare look of mischief passed over his face. “This is water.” He took another sip.

“Oh,” said Lavender, and she started laughing rather giddily, stopping at last with a hiccup. “I’ve been so stupid, really… accidentally drinking love potion, honestly…”

Snape set the goblet down. He suddenly looked furious. “Miss Brown. I did not teach you to be so foolish as to think that being subjected to a potion against your will is in any way your fault. Did you pay no attention to potion theory? The power and the responsibility lie in the hands of the one who holds the bottle, do I make myself plain?”

“Yes, sir.” Lavender looked up. “Then — could I get a bottle of antidote? To carry with me?”

“That would be wise, I believe. Unfortunately, I have used the last of my stocks.”

Lavender’s face fell.

“That being said,” continued Snape, “I have some time before my next appointment, and the antidote comes together quickly. If you’ll crush these yellow sweetbriar leaves, we can begin work…”

Thus, for the first time since she had left school, Lavender found herself making a potion again. She was doing better at the work than she had usually done at Hogwarts. That might have been partially due to the way Snape had put himself in charge of actually combining ingredients. He gave Lavender all the tasks that required chopping things and grinding them into powder, and if that was because he knew she wanted an outlet for her anger towards Oberon, he gave no sign. They worked mostly in silence, Snape occasionally giving instructions or mentioning some way to detect love potions and their effects. He was not free from caustic remarks (“Thirds, Miss Brown. What part of thirds means a half and two quarters?”), but they seemed to burn less than they had in class. When the antidote was finished, he wrote the instructions on a scrap of parchment and gave it to Lavender with the bottle. “In case you should need to make more,” he said. She thanked him, and he continued, “I assume you’ll come by next month, then. Send an owl if Oberon gives you any trouble.”

“Yes, I will. And, sir? Thank you for telling me about love potions. With Mum being a Muggle and Dad not with us, no one told me about the wizarding versions of these things.”

Snape bent his head slightly in acknowledgement.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Professor,” Lavender said, and she hurried out. Snape sank into the chair behind the counter, leaned back, and shut his eyes. He let out a long breath.

Then he took out a fresh piece of parchment and began: To the Ministry of Magic. I am writing to request your support of a ban on the sale of love potions, such as Amortentia… He was still writing when the next customer arrived.

[chipartwork]

Amortentia.

[ronavorona]

[snapecelebration]

Just like last year, to encourage fans to create and enjoy Severus Snape content, we have some (albeit delayed) Valentine’s Day prompts!

The prompts we’ve thought of for this occasion are, in no particular order:

A Moment of Comfort

Sacrifice

Desire

Sweet & Spices

Solitude

Amortentia

As always, the prompts are meant strictly as a source of inspiration - feel free to use them however you want, and to send in any related content that you want to share with the Snapedom!

In order for us to reblog your works, please tag this blog, send us your content as a submission, or use the tags #snapecelebration2023 and #snalentine.

Older works are welcome as well, regardless of whether they fit the prompts or not!

If you post your works, old and new, on AO3, feel free to add them to the collections we’ve created: https://archiveofourown.org/users/snapecelebration/collections

We’re excited to see all of your creations, whether they be art, fanfic, headcanons, playlists, or meta!

[potion-papa]

💖He washed his hair for his snalentine💖

My snalentines this year are all of you who have been making the transition to this new blog so much easier. Your kind words and actions mean everything <3

[akumanie]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 1: Emerald green

Author: Alice O'Really

Fandom: Harry Potter

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depiction Of Violence, Underage

Relationships: Severus Snape/Harry Potter

Characters: Albus Dumbledore, Draco Malfoy, Poppy Pomfrey, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Sirius Black, Voldemort

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Blood and Violence, Fluff and Angst, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, BAMF Harry Potter, Torture, Idiots in Love, Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

It is the beginning of June 1996, Albus Dumbledore had just drunk the deadly potion protecting the horcrux. Severus Snape, bound by the Unbreakable Vow to Narcissa Malfoy, is rushing to the Astronomy tower, and Harry's sixteenth birthday is less than two months away…