#snape severus

[the-most-faithful]

«Was it scary… Was I scary?» «No. You were beautiful.»

(6th year, Hogwarts)

Caradoc had always had outbursts of anger, even as a child, so he sought refuge in what many called "over-the-top behavior." He feared that part of himself, feared losing control and fearing that people would see the monster inside him. But during his sixth year, as his condition worsened, along with that of his mother, Adira Dearborn, he was no longer able to control himself, at least not always.

When he exploded, after yet another Marauders attack on Snape, for the first time Severus saw with extreme clarity why Caradoc was repressing himself. It wasn't just furious rage, behind those screams and that desire to destroy was a deep pain. The knowledge that he couldn't put an end to injustice. Knowing that no matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he tried to fix situations, he couldn't change other people, he couldn't stop them, and he couldn't even save them, not completely. That's why, toward the end of his sixth year, when Caradoc had one of his worst explosive episodes, he curled up in a corner, holding his head in his hands. His look was frightened, his eyes dull and covered by a glossy veil. He wasn't afraid of the punishment that would follow, what terrified him was that Severus, his best friend, was starting to fear him, that he was seeing him differently. But Severus wasn't afraid. For the first time, he felt he'd truly seen who Caradoc was, and he found him, as much as he struggled to admit it even to himself, beautiful. Not out of a macabre fascination with violence, but out of the knowledge that someone could be so viscerally attached to him. That someone could care about him more than anything else. For the first time, he was someone's number one priority. And that someone was Caradoc. And he was beautiful

(I'm working on this moment that will happen in future chapters of The Story of the Prince, this is just a little preview)

[severusist]

Warm Christmas - Secret Snape 2025!

[💫] Art + Drabble for Moon <3

Christmas was always too, TOO loud for Severus’ liking. The students laughter bouncing off the walls, cutlery cluttering and scratching on plates, and the other faculty members talking about what they did as kids. Severus was not immune to sentimentality, he stood up from the table and left them all early even before the clock striked 12 for December 25th.

He retreated back to his own chamber, he sat by his table and sighed, his table was filled with parchments, inks that he’d use and of course, some potion books, but one stood out, something he knew by heart.

Flashback

Cold, cold Christmas morning. Severus was just in his room, staring out the window as he watched the snow fall from the sky, his thoughts broken when his mother called him. “Severus, come downstairs real quick.” Eileen’s voice soft and gentle.

Severus walked down the stairs, no tree, no decorations or whatever, the Christmas vibes weren’t present at all in their house but, there was something in the middle of the table, something wrapped in brown paper and twine around it.

“It’s for you, open it.” His mother spoke.

“For me?” Severus touched it and looked up at Eileen, she nods with a soft smile on her face.

Severus slowly untied the twine and unwrapped the brown paper, it was some kind of book, Advanced Potion Making. He looked up at his mother, “This…was yours.”

Eileen nodded, “Yes, and next year, you’ll be able to use it. Remember the magic school I told you about?” She smiled, “You’ll attend there next year. You’re smart Severus, you’re the same as me.”

Severus smiled widely, somehow, this year’s Christmas wasn’t so cold after all. He opened the book and flipped through the pages, something have underlines, some small notes and noticable folds. Severus looked up at Eileen again and he ran to her side to hug her, “Merry Christmas mommy.”

~~~~

Severus was caressing the cover of the book, he sighed and stood up.

Her mother was long gone, that house he used to live in was probably gone by now but his mother, always had a place in his heart. She did all she could to raise him, to love him, but every Christmas after that year felt the same again and again, cold.

He sat by the fireplace, a familiar warm feeling overcoming him as he opened the book, reading his own notes beside his mother’s old notes. The corrections he wrote, the improvements, the changes he made in the recipes and lessons. While reading them, he looked at the fire, what would his mother think of him now?

He is a professor, a death eater, a spy…he is always alone.

He closed the book and scoffed, theres no point in dwelling about the consequences of his own choices, no point in dwelling in sentimentality, it’s useless. He stood up and put the book on a random shelf. He poured himself a cup of tea, he raised it and he hesitated, out of acting in autopilot, he made the same tea his mother would make for him as a kid during Christmas. He sighed and he grabbed the book again, opening it again and reading it by the fire.

It was the only thing he knew to do during Christmas, why break a routine when you don’t have to?

Time passed, students couldn’t be heard in the corridors anymore, only the flickering sound of his candle and fire place could be heard, the paintings around the castle we’re now asleep, the snow outside was slowing down.

Professor Snape has fallen asleep, holding the book.

[severusist]

Late night doodle~

Doodled last night cause I wanted to, instead of doing my diary pffft.

Sevvy sev sev :3

[the-most-faithful]

THE GREAT BEATDOWN OF 75'

Lily did not understand where all of this had begun. She had gone to the bathroom only to catch her breath, to wash her face, to get away from the voices of her classmates who kept talking about Severus and what had happened by the lake. It felt as if every corridor whispered his name. Snape, Snape, Snape. As if everyone were judging her and not Potter, her and not Black. The first-floor bathroom was empty as usual. The taps dripped in the muffled silence. Lily looked at herself in the mirror, faint shadows under her green eyes, her hair messy, the sleeves of her shirt rolled up because of the heat. She ran her wet hands over her face. When she turned to leave, the door flew open. Charity Burbage stormed in. Her eyes shone with anger held back for far too long, her cheeks flushed, her fists tight. ‘We need to talk’ Lily froze, half-turned, her fingers still dripping. ‘About what’ She had never spoken much with Charity, and the Hufflepuff had never seemed to think much of her either. ‘About Severus’ She could not hold back a loud snort. ‘I do not feel like talking about him.’ ‘I do not care what you feel like’ Charity replied, unmistakably angry. ‘You do not treat friends like that.’ ‘And why are you telling me’ Lily turned fully, irritated. Why was everyone blaming her when she was the one who had been insulted ‘He was the one who…’ ‘Do not you dare’ Charity shouted, stepping towards her like a fury. ‘You did not defend him. You stood there laughing at him.’ ‘I did not…’ ‘You did You humiliated him. You, the one person who should have defended him, and instead…’ Lily stepped back. She had never seen Charity like this. Usually she was calm, intelligent, with that gentle way of speaking even when arguing for lost causes. Now she looked like a storm. ‘Severus… what they did to him…’ Charity hissed, her voice cracking ‘was disgusting. And you were there. You were there and you did nothing.’ ‘That is not true’ Lily shouted, her voice breaking. ‘I defended him. I stood between him and Potter…’ ‘And then you called him Snivellus. In front of everyone.’ The slap did not come first. There was a shove, quick and almost instinctive, and Lily hit the sink with her back. Then Charity’s hands were on her, grabbing her by the shirt. ‘Do not you ever dare speak badly of him again. Ever’ Lily reacted in confusion and panic. She tried to push the other girl away, to free herself. Charity’s fingers caught a handful of her hair, and the pull was so sharp Lily felt her scalp burn. ‘Ow Are you mad’ She finally managed to shove her away with force. Charity stumbled back but came at her again. And at that point there was no more logic, no more reason. The two girls grappled, with tugs, kicks, and repressed anger that had nothing magical or composed about it. Only shouts, short breaths, fear, confusion. Charity had actually ripped her hair. Lily saw a red lock caught between the other girl’s fingers, and her heart lurched. And then the door burst open again. ‘What is happening?’ Professor McGonagall’s sharp, alarmed voice filled the bathroom. The two girls froze at once, panting, their uniforms creased, sweat on their foreheads, a red smudge under Charity’s eye that was perhaps a scratch. McGonagall strode in, a deep crease between her brows giving her an expression halfway between confusion and fury. ‘Evans. Burbage. Explain to me immediately what is going on.’ Lily opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her hands were trembling. Her heart was beating far too fast, her throat was burning, and she felt tears threatening to fall. Charity, only a few steps from her, was still gripping that lock of hair in her fist.

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The fight between Lily and Charity called THE GREAT BEATDOWN OF 75' comes from a Headcanon @gaystergangster posted on Tumblr and I decided to include it in my story

[severusist]

Sigh of relief.

Another Severus, in a field of flowers.

[severusist]

Always.

Ive been meaning to draw Severus laying down on a field of flowers but have no motivation but I really wanted to draw him somewhere thats opposite of his color.

Yes, he’s surrounded by lilies.

[er-idkhehe]

I’ve heard many people speaking about how Severus’s national day should be his birthday.

pretty obvious right! And quite right.

WRONG.

It should be his death.

Him being born was by far the worst of his experiences.

his death was most definitely his favourite

[er-idkhehe]

okay, so…

does anyone else notice that Snaters always seem to 1. Love the marauders ofc but they are constantly talking about how he’s ugly.

Can you talk about anything else?

do you see Snape fans fucking fat-shaming Peter Pettigrew?

NO

so why the hell are you yapping about the size of his nose? The way his skin is? His hair? His teeth?

why the hell are you doing this.

we never are being like this to Remus Lupin? Peter Pettigrew?

what the fuckity fuck