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Story time with Snape in the astronomy tower
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I love the idea of Snape surviving the war, and continuing his life trajectory of falling upwards into ever more power despite caring about it less and less. Have him become the Minister of Magic, somehow. He’d suck at it, it’d be a dream come true. After a few years, have him become Emperor of the universe by accident.
lmao i’m reading this essay from the 1580s that mentions how if you were wearing a big elizabethan ruff and you got caught in the rain it would flip up in the wind and hit you in the face, and then you’d have to spend the rest of the day with your stupid soggy ruff all flaccid on your shoulders. can you imagine. whole new potentials for pathetic unlocked
I’m just gonna rant here cuz I have nowhere else to do it and TikTok is becoming too toxic:
I fucking hate the way people are hating on Rima Horton (Alan Rickmans wife).
People keep saying she was selfish for not wanting kids…?
I’m sorry, how the fuck is society STILL so fucking misogynistic that we’re saying the woman in the relationship should compromise?? He could have left her if he wanted them that badly.
What’s more selfish? Her accepting having kids, and learning to resent them, and possibly Alan for being the reason she had them? Or her not having kids and adoring her husband (and her husband still absolutely ADORING her)?
Spoilers, it’s the former. That would be more selfish.
Don’t sit and call yourself Alan’s fans, if you’re going to sit and hate on his wife. Because he would be disgusted by the hate she’s getting.
It's for two reasons. One, they're jealous she had him and they never did despite the fact that I bet most of them were kids or babies when he died and/or are kids now.
Two, whether they will ever admit it or not (maybe not if they have any self-awareness about how it makes them sound at all) they have a fantasy that if he had children then he would have had a son who looked like him and was just as amazing of an actor. A legacy actor that looks like Alan reincarnated who can thrust their Alan Rickman fantasies onto.
It's gross and it's also ridiculous with no basis in reality.
Rima is collateral damage to them and doesn't matter because she isn't their fantasy. If he had been gay a lot of these same fans, I'm willing to bet a lot of them are cishet afab (I am not saying they all are), would be throwing out corrective rape fantasies along the same vine as, "give him an hour alone with me and I can turn him." And they would be calling his committed, monogamous husband selfish for their lack of children because he should have let Alan have kids via surrogate.
It isn't just cishet afab fans who do things like this, but it is often them doing the majority of it.
Reducing Rima to nothing but a uterus who had the audacity to not do the one thing it was designed to do is the height of misogyny. Alan would be absolutely appalled that fans of his are treating his wife, the one person he loved and adored above all else, in such a disgusting way. He wouldn't appreciate it or the people who are doing it, he would hate it.
Rima isn't here to fulfill anyone's fantasies about a hot younger version of Alan for fans to swoon over. Rima is a full human being with her own full rights to her own autonomy. And her reproductive history and decisions are not the business of fans even if her husband was a handsome, talented actor in the public eye.
You can rest assured that the decision of whether or not to have children likely came about after extensive discussions between her and her husband, and they made the decision not to together as a couple. None of these fans who are angry about that decision now were part of that conversation precisely because it wasn't anyone else's business except hers and Alan's.
Acting like Rima has deprived Alan of children against his will and forced him to remain her childless slave is outrageous and patently ridiculous. As stated above, if Alan wanted children so badly that it was a deal breaker for him then he would have left and found someone who wanted to have children instead and allowed her to find someone who didn't want them.
Alan wasn't being held hostage. He showed no signs, not even micro indications, that he resented his wife for any reason. One can conclude by this that even if he had been able to see himself as a father and wanted children this desire was not so important to him that he felt cheated for not having had them.
And even if he had that wouldn't be any of our business, either. That would be between he and Rima and nobody else.
There are some decisions even in the lives of rich and famous public figures that are not our business and are not made with us in mind and, indeed, should not be. The decision of whether or not to have children is one of those.
And if you think you're doing Alan's memory a favor by mistreating the woman he loved because of a decision they made together about their personal lives, you aren't. And Alan wouldn't think you are, either. He wouldn't feel honored and loved. He would feel disrespected, because when you disrespect the person he loved above all else, you disrespect him whether that is what you mean to do or not.
I think flinching is such a hit or miss reflex. Like yea a tiny bit of boiling water touched my hand but i dont think reflexivly throwing the water everywhere is a good defensive measure perhaps. might be even worse actually
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Friendly reminder that James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter bullied HIM, assaulted HIM, and tried to kill HIM.
Out of pure boredom. For fun. Out of jealousy.
And every time these four bullies are praised, I’m taken right back to my school days.
I see myself sitting in the classroom, holding back tears because no one wanted to share a room with me on the class trip.
I hear their voices shouting, “Ew… she touched me! I’m infected! Now I’m going to die!”
I hear them planning to hurt me physically.
I hear them insulting me, mocking me, or laughing when I did something clumsy in gym class.
I feel my anger and despair at not being able to defend myself.
I can taste my tears when they tell me that nobody loves me.
I feel their kicks against my backside and legs, and I feel them tripping me again.
I feel them pelting me with paper balls again.
I feel the rage that my teachers ignored it all.
I feel the sorrow when they tore down my profile sheet — the one that had been hanging there with everyone else’s — and threw it away.
I feel the sorrow when I realized that once again, everyone was ignoring me.
I feel the anger when they stole my backpack and threw it across the bus.
I feel the fear on my way to school, knowing it would start all over again.
I feel the anger when people told me, “Maybe it’s your own fault,” or “What did you do to provoke it?”
I hadn’t done anything. Never. I was simply there.
I was a child who had actually been happy to go to school.
A child who was excited about the chance to learn.
A child who was proud to finally be allowed to walk to school alone.
I didn’t know that instead of being a dream, it would become a nightmare.
All of that was more than ten years ago, and it still hurts.
I don’t have to get over it or look past it just because my bullies could.
Their school lives weren’t destroyed.
They didn’t have to go to therapy.
They didn’t wonder whether it might be better to end everything.
Bullying kills.
Looking away kills.
Excusing bullying kills.
Protecting bullies kills.
Severus Snape - *fashion entrance* | *dramatic exit*
Eat me
Severitus. Snape to the rescue.
TW: Child abuse, physical assault, domestic abuse.
PROMPT.
Severus somehow witnessing Vernon in the middle of beating the absolute shit out of Harry. Like an absolutely horrific beating.
That's it. That's the prompt.
ohhh boy I do love this
and because it would take a lot of time to write out an actual oneshot (which I’m incapable of leaving as a oneshot) I’m going to write an outline
Vernon is beating the crap out of Harry during the summer of second year for ruining his big deal. He had never snapped like this before, but the ruining of everything and the knowledge that Harry can’t legally fight has made him feel as though he can finally beat the freakishness out of Harry
At the same time, Dumbledore decides that he needs someone to go check on Harry and see if he really had performed magic. Because if he hadn’t, the first strike on his record would be taken off. Plus, it could have been accidental.
Snape is the only one still in the castle besides him, finishing up stocking the hospital wing
Albus calls for Snape and sends him on his way, saying that he can handle the potions already simmering.
reluctantly, and with a lot of complaining, Snape goes.
When he gets to the house, he hears the loud screaming of a grown man. The man sounds unbelievably angry. Severus understands this, of course. He’s surely angry that Potter may be expelled all for a stupid charm he probably did out of convenience.
Severus knocks on the door. No one answers. He couldn’t be heard over the shouting.
so, he just unlocks the door and barges in
He moves towards the shouting, ready to reluctantly halt the man from continuing his lecture against Potter, when he finally catches what is being said
“You FREAK! I told you that a single NOISE out of you and you would regret it for the rest of your life! And you go and use that…that FREAKISHNESS to ruin Petunia’s whole pudding?!? And forgot to tell us about not being able to do magic outside of school?! Well, you’re a liar and a freak and you’re never going back! After I’m done I’m locking you up and you’re NEVER going back to that freak school!”
Severus bolts towards the voices. His mind doesn’t work anymore, but his body loves on instinct. A student is kind danger. A student is in danger. Help them.
the sight he comes across is brutal. Vernon, belt in hand, stands over the limp and battered body of Harry Potter, freshly age twelve.
Without thinking, Severus stuns and petrifies Vernon, then drops to his knees at Harry’s side
its bad. Really bad. Harry has so many cuts and bruises that he’s hardly recognizable. His glasses are shattered and glass is frighteningly close to his eyes. His shirt is torn and pieces of cloth stick to the open wounds in his back. His arm is at a terrible angle. His wrist is swollen and rapidly turning red. It’s absolutely terrible.
Severus doesn’t know where to begin. So he checks for a pulse. Weak. Thready. There.
he doesn’t even get a sigh of relief out before he feels something hard and heavy collide with his head. Sluggishly, he turns his gaze on his attacker. Petunia Evans, now an adult, now a Dursley, is standing over him, a cast iron frying pan in hand.
to be continued?
ok part two
Severus wakes up in an unfamiliar room, in the middle of the floor. Instantly, panic flares. A spy cannot afford to get caught. So, he immediately starts scanning the room for exits.
bars over the window (let’s pretend that Vernon had the bars put in sooner than in the book), a firmly locked door, and a small flap screwed in to the bottom.
he stops when his eyes land on something in the corner. A bird cage. One with a beautiful, white, stately owl sitting inside, looking weak and sad. Potter’s owl. Hedwig.
suddenly, Severus remembers. Potter. He’s hurt. Vernon tried to kill the boy. Petunia tried to kill Severus. She was probably trying to decide what to do with both their bodies at that very moment.
so, with a grunt of effort, Severus lifted himself into a sitting position. His head spun and throbbed, and spots danced before his eyes, but he blinked them away. Poppy would have him fixed in an instant. He just had to get Potter to her first.
First, he searched his robes, hoping that Petunia had been too stupid to search him and take his wand.
no such luck.
with a huff of frustration, Severus finally got to his feet.
his eyes once again met those of the bird in the corner. She hooted quietly, looking rather sad. So, Severus took a few staggering steps over to where she sat and gazed, a bit dazed, at her for a moment. Then, he saw the padlock.
”Wretched Muggles” he muttered as he flipped the u yielding metal block over and over again. It was cruel to lock up a bird like this.
then it hit him
Potter’s bird is in here. A small bed with a thin blanket. A wardrobe of old, ratty clothes. This was POTTER’S room.
anger overwhelmed Severus again, threatening to make his pounding head explode. Those muggles were going to pay if he had to rip down the door with his bare hands to get to them.
Then a thought penetrated his foggy mind. Wandless magic. Severus was a master of wandless magic.
he focused on the lock on the doorknob, focused on the magic flowing through him, sent it to his fingertips, then whispered “alohamora”
the lock clicked
triumphant, he turned the knob, wrenched the door, then watched in concussed befuddlement as the door remained firmly closed.
still locked.
how…?
ah, there must be more locks that are only on the outside.
the anger threatened to rise again, but Severus squashed it. Getting angry at Potter’s relatives would help neither of them at the moment. And Merlin his head hurt. Maybe a short rest would do him good…
in a blink he had slid down the door and now sat, leaning against it.
He was just about to let the throbbing, painful fog take over his mind when he heard something on the other side of the door.
it sounded like footsteps, but…wrong. The feet dragged. The person‘s breath sounded labored. A tiny thud sounded as whoever it was half collapsed against the door.
“H-hey, Professor.” The ragged voice of a beaten and starved twelve year old came through the wood. How did potter know he was awake? “I know you’re probably still sleeping…” ah. He didn’t know he was awake. “but I really need you to wake up soon. Aunt Petunia’s really convinced herself that you’re dead. But it doesn’t smell in there yet and it’s been four days so I know you’re not.”
the child swallowed wryly.
”please wake up soon. I know you hate me, but I really want to go home.”
home? The child was “home”, as terrible a place as that was. What other home could he be talking abou-
Hogwarts. Like many other abused children before him, he now viewed Hogwarts as his home
normally, that would just make Severus really sad, but now it’s giving him an idea
the blood wards around the house did not allow apparation. But they also relied on Harry viewing Privet Drive as home
bingo
”Potter.” Severus rasped, recoiling a bit at the sound of his own voice
a little squeak sounded from the other side, and the turning of numerous locks followed. then, the door opened
harry looked terrible. His face was swollen with mottled bruises. His right arm hung limply at his side. He was swaying a bit as well. The child looked as awful as Severus’ head felt.
”Professor!” The boy whisper-shouted, looking delighted to see him for the first time in either of their lives. “You’re alive!”
Severus quickly silenced the boy, then inquired about his wand.
”Aunt Petunia tried to burn it…” Potter whispered, turning his face away. Severus cursed. No use getting it now. He would have to return and try to salvage it later
instead he turned towards Harry
”Potter, I have one way to get us out of here. You feel as though Hogwarts is your only home, yes?” Potter nodded. “Then I need you to say it out loud. Denounce this wretched place as your home and give the title to Hogwarts.”
Harry looked a little confused, but complied, stuttering out a short but sincere statement about Privet Drive not being his home and Hogwarts being the place he would always call such a thing.
Immediately, Severus felt a special magic washing over him. A magic he had not felt in 16 long, dreadful years. Not since Lily had stopped being his friend.
the wards fell, but not without a final message. The warm magic, gentle and soft as a warm summer wind blowing through flowing red hair, lingered on his face for a moment. A touch. A plea. A command. Take care of him, Sev
Severus Snape was not going to ever fail in that task again. With a new determination and gritted teeth, he wrapped his arms around the still-confused boy in front of him and apparated them out of the disgusting illusion of normality in number 4, Privet drive
to be continued?
This is such an amazing continuation! I love it! Sev waking up in Harry's room and then we find out he's been unconscious for four days! Yikes!
I love the way he manages to get them out of there, and I love the little message from Lily. And the way Sev reacted to the feeling of her magic after so long.
Poor Hedwig. ☹️
I love the way Sev practically hugged Harry in order to apparate them both. I love how he figured out a way to make that possible, despite having just woken up after four days of unconsciousness and still dealing with a concussion and brain fog. If it were nearly anyone else I would think that was a terrible idea, even under the circumstances, but Sev is a pretty powerful wizard even if they don't say so outright in those words in the canon and his willpower is so strong. If anyone could pull that off it's be Sev.
Loving this. If you decide to do a part 3, I'm totally here for it.
guys, seriously. as a snape stan myself i KNOW theres no happy ending between a fucking student and him (student is 18 and in the seventh year ofc)
HOW THE FUCK DO YALL WANT A LONG FIC WITH A RELATIONSHIP LIKE THAT TO WORK?
if they date in secret, the moment the student graduate their relationship ends. how is he supposed to date someone he can’t see until christmass/summer break?
how is the student going to tell their family: “oh! actually i’m dating my potions professor and he’s more than 15 years older than me!” ????
i love him but yall need to understand that professor/student will only have good oneshots… this kind of relationship does not belong to a long fic + happy ending combo
Well, the hundreds of long fanfictions where this exact thing happen, and their level of popularity, would disagree.
Snape in any kind of romantic relationship is something that, to me, can only happen in long fics. I legit cannot read a story of less than 100k words because it's unbelievable and I need to believe in it to enjoy it.
I totally agree with the second paragraph!!!
But, in my opinion, long-term romantic relationships with Severus would only work with someone his own age or simply not one of his students / freshly graduated ones… If the student graduated a few years apart from when they start dating, then it makes more sense for the idealization I have of his character!
I have tried to read some of these severus/student long fics before (+100k), but I simply couldn’t bring myself to finish, I don’t like it because most of them mischaracterize him and I cringe… But maybe i have searched poorly, idk! and that’s fine!!
I made that post to express my angryness with the comments of the fic I recently read, only 55k words and a mind blowing plot twist that ended with Severus obliviating the reader to protect them from all the evil and villains of the plot… But everyone in the comments was hating the author, saying bad things about her writing and her choice not to write a happy ending for both… With this short amount of words and the lack of happy things happening during the whole fic, I was shocked that everyone actually thought they would end up together…
After all, it’s all opinions baseddd!!! I’m glad you enjoy these fics and I will continue to search for one that satisfies me as well! 🫶🏻🫶🏻
I disagree that these can't have happy endings, because while this isn't usually my cup of tea to read (teacher/student) I have read quite a few during my time in fandom in general spanning over a couple decades (in hp and elsewhere) and most of those don't support the idea happy endings can't work here.
But nobody HAS to write happy ending fics if they don't want to and NOBODY should be flaming and harassing an author for not writing one.
That said, it is generally considered a good idea to warn on the tags from the start if your story isn't going to have a happy ending. A lot of people filter for that specifically because they don't read fics that don't have a happy ending and it avoids a lot of this for the author. What they should have done instead was inform them they should put a tag to warn for this because I cannot trust their tagging system to curate my fandom experience as I don't read unhappy ending fics and find them triggering when I'm blindsided with them.
A lot of people use not wanting to spoil their fics as a reason but I really don't find that a good excuse and even if I did I would still block for not tagging it because if they did it once then they may do it again and I need to protect my mental health. I never ever harass or leave flames for authors who do this, though, no one should do that and I hope that author is doing okay. They should block those readers who are harassing them and turn guest comments off if they haven't already and consider moderating comments. That usually takes care of things.