Musings on the MuseIt isn't easy to explain why you love Severus Snape to other fans, let alone to the so-called 'normal' people you have to meet every day. To anyone who thinks the books are just for children, you run the risk of seeming emotionally immature, if not definitively insane. But there are lots of good reasons, if people would only open their minds, why Severus Snape obsession is a very understandable, and even logical, phenomenon.
This essay (mostly new work, but with some excerpts from my DA journal articles as well) is about why he appeals to me, and why he pretty much sums up every good experience I've had with reading in one glorious hook-nosed, greasy-haired package!
First of all, he is everything you admire about text-book villains, but without the unfortunate handicap of being mad or (particularly) murderous. He allows you to be sarcastic, despise the good guys, and still be right. He has all the stylish appeal of the bad guys the good lines, snappy put
Tragic ConsolationsAnd why Severus Snape's death-scene lacks all of them.Tragic Consolations5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
For a lot of the people who read The Deathly Hallows, Snape's death was the least of their worries.
At the time, we didn't even know he was on the side of good. As we open up The Prince's Tale, we're still reeling from the deaths of Lupin, Tonks and Fred Weasley. And then, by the end of the chapter, we find out that the hero of all seven books has to sacrifice his life in order to ensure Voldemort's downfall. Does that leave room for Severus Snape?
With The Prince's Tale, we're given a strange, wistful, childhood love story a bizarre eddy in the flow of the narrative. It starts in the muggle world. It centres around characters we've never been encouraged to sympathize with in fact, it justifies the actions of two of the story's (many) villains: Severus Snape and Petunia Dursley. The action slows down, and becomes poignant achingly sad, as opposed to just unremittingly horrific. And t
Days of Dunder"You look tired, Severus."Days of Dunder5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Snape raised his eyebrows. "You made me do this. It seems hypocritical to be concerned for my welfare now, don't you think?"
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with amusement, but he didn't smile. "Yes, I suppose it is."
They stood on the landing overlooking the Entrance Hall, watching the milling crowds of students down below. A lot of them were new, and had books clutched protectively to their chests. The older ones were shoving, yawning, or tripping each other up. Professor Flitwick was trying to land two Ravenclaw boys who were hanging, upside-down, beside the chandelier.
Snape's head was fizzing with fatigue, but he had found that insomnia, like hunger, sharpened his senses. And he took a bitter satisfaction in the fact that Levicorpus was just as popular with the moronic hordes as it had always been. He had known the little animals wouldn't disappoint him.
He turned to Dumbledore. "Heart-warming little things, aren't they?"
Dumbledore coughed, as though
Always Winter, Never ChristmasIt was winter in Spinners End - there were icy puddles in the pavement, with cigarette stubs frozen into them, and beaded spider-webs stretched over the grubby window-panes.Always Winter, Never Christmas6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Snape walked through the streets, with his hands plunged deeply in the pockets of his patched, greying, oversized coat, seeing none of it. He was dimly aware of the cold - he knew his extremities were numb - but this might have been simply due to anger. After the burning, and the blurry panic, came a spreading numbness - he was so familiar with it, it almost seemed like the natural state of things. He could hardly remember what it was like not to feel angry.
He had come to rest at a street on a hill that overlooked the hated red-grey city, with its smoking industrial chimneys, its cars, television aerials, and traffic lights - all the sickening paraphernalia of the muggle world. It never changed. Even when he was at Hogwarts, in the Slytherin common-room, poring over a two hundred year-old
PotionsIt was a hot, cloudy afternoon in Spinner's end, and the streets were stewing in the unseasonable warmth. Severus and his mother were sitting in the back garden a thin strip of yellowing grass between two red-brick walls, with a splintered wooden fence leading onto an alleyway at the back.Potions6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was a washing-line suspended between the two brick-walls, and Eileen Snape was pegging sheets, shirts and socks over it. She had draped a shawl across her bony shoulders, but it was trailing loose at one end. It always did. She didnt notice the world outside her head very much anymore.
Her forehead was furrowed with resentment, and she was gnawing on her lips. It was the expression she always wore when she was dredging up all her most painful memories and sometimes, she found it difficult to see her son through the resulting mud.
The past would never stay buried, not with Eileen Snape. It got up out of its grave and lurched around her, groaning and stinking, and clamoring fo
Care and Feeding of SeverusCare and Feeding of your Severus SnapeCare and Feeding of Severus4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Congratulations on the acquisition of your new Severus Snape! To achieve the best results, may we suggest you adhere to the following guidelines:
1. Do not taunt or otherwise provoke your Snape. He is equipped with the very finest in built-in sarcasm (also known as "the snark") and a sizable library of hexes, and we assume no liability for the sort of treatment you will receive in return.
If, however, you are a masochist, then Godspeed, and may you find the humiliation gratifying; but please be sure to write a lengthy report and distribute it afterwards. A list of suitable publishers, including liaisons to the Muggle "internet", may be obtained by owl despatch to the letterhead address on this brochure.
2. Provide your Snape with a cool, dark living space, plenty of black clothing, and daily mental exercise. He particularly enjoys reading, researching new potions, and a good argument, but even a game of chess would not go amiss. This
Ch. 1 "The Girl Next Door"Forever and AlwaysCh. 1 "The Girl Next Door"7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Severus and lily fanfic by lilynoelle 2008
Harry Potter characters belong to the brilliant J.K.Rowling.
You are the grave where buried love doth lie. ~ William Shakespeare
Chapter One ~ The Girl Next Door
Nine-year-old Petunia Evans was quite suspicious of the family that lived down the road. Awake at all hours, they were with their dark old house, the garden of oddly-scented herbs, and the leaning chimney with its curling grey smoke. Very out of place, Petunia thought of the Snapes. Spinners End had never known such a dysfunctional family. The woman, Eileen, seemed touched in the head; not only did she talk to her plants, but she always carried with her a long, smooth stick that she waved about at odd moments. Her husband, a drinker, had such a temper Petunia often heard his bellowing tirades from her room.
Strange things always seemed to
Severus Snape - Tragic HeroHarry Potter's Tragic Hero:Severus Snape - Tragic Hero5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
by Lilli Blackmore
Professor Severus Snape is one of the most complex characters in the Harry Potter series. He has been called a villain, a hero, an anti-hero, and "a very bad man," all with good reason. Each of these titles, however, depends upon one's definitions of a villain and a hero. In this essay, I offer another, slightly more objective definition, as well as a defense for it: the tragic hero.
Tragedy, the literary and dramatic genre frequently associated with theatre, is one of the world's oldest storytelling forms. The classical tragic hero is typically the protagonist of the drama, and includes figures like Oedipus, MacBeth, and Prince Hamlet. They generally possess a recurring set of qualities, including a fall from grace that is brought about, in part, by their own actions.
I've examined Snape as the tragic hero repeatedly, in different lights, and with several different interpretations of his chara
Severus Snape and J.K. Rowling's WordsHas the world of fantasy ever produced a character more provocatively mysterious more dramatic in appearance more morally ambiguous more downright compulsive than Severus Snape? Well, maybe, but it's easy to forget every other character when you're basking in the full glare of his sarcastic sense of humour, his dark, dramatic appearance, and his hard-line approach to classroom discipline.Severus Snape and J.K. Rowling's Words4 years ago in Art Features More Like This
That's how we came to launch the Spinners--End group. We'd had so much fun reading about this complex, contradictory character that we wanted to share all the images that J.K. Rowlings well-chosen words had created in our minds. We wanted to help fill in all the blanks shed left about his background and his motivation. And we knew from experience because we were die-hard lovers of fan-art and fan-fiction already that these arts (and, yes, we do think of them as "arts") could create a lively dialogue with the universe of J.K. Rowling
Return to Hogwarts Return to HogwartsReturn to Hogwarts7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As the crushing sensation of Apparition ceased abruptly, Severus Snape found himself on the road, not far from the great, wrought-iron gates of Hogwarts School. A brief memory of his last passage through the gates returned to him, pursued by Hagrids hippogriff, Potter beside himself with hatred, and accusations of murder.
They waited for him, full of that hatred and those accusations, inside the castle, he reflected darkly. Ruthlessly he shoved the thought aside and approached the entrance. He knew he needed them, and he would find, must find, a way to use them despite their hatred of him.
The tall pillars, topped by statues of winged boars, flanked the gates as they always had, and Snape saw that the chains, installed
Memos from PurgatoryLife didn't go on, that was the first thing we learned. Grudges went on; nightmares went on; paranoia went on and on and on, but life got snagged on the jagged edges of our memories, and unravelled as we walked away. There were ghostly holes in our everyday routines. You found yourself writing birthday cards to dead people, simply because you couldn't get out of the habit of thinking they were alive. When you invited friends round to dinner, you had to remember not to seat them next to the relatives of the people who had killed their relatives. Molly Weasley and Andromeda Tonks got into a bit of a fight that way.Memos from Purgatory4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And none of us were really sure what we'd been spared for.
There was the tidying-up, of course. We were kept alive by a desire to ensure this sort of thing would never happen again. We built monuments to the departed. I wrote a biography of Regulus Black, to ensure that his contribution to the victory over Voldemort would never be forgotten. It was top of the Dai
5 things - Severus in privateFive Things prompt from mimimanderly:5 things - Severus in private4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Five things that Severus Snape does only when he's absolutely certain that he's alone and unobserved (even by the portraits!) that he would be mortified if word got out about.
Don't you make that "old news" face at me. You only think you've seen him brooding, apprentice. O, how little you truly know of it! What you have glimpsed was merely light pondering, or if you were fortunate in your timing and commendably sneaky in your technique of spying observation, perhaps a spot of moody introspection.
No. We are speaking here of something that borders on its own occult phenomenon. Only when truly, silently, deathly alone will he give in to this urge which he regards as contemptible in its self-indulgence, disgusting in its pathos and weakness, and, worst of all, which plays into a stereotype without actually giving him any kickback he can bend to his advantage (unlike al
Spinners EndA loud crash rang through the bedroom as a book hit the wall, a small thin boy of twelve cowered further into the corner whimpering as another book soon followed, hitting the wall above his head before it fell down on him. The boy's father was standing in the doorway angrily shouting as he tore up yet another book before hurling it after the previous ones.Spinners End5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The man occupying the single bed in the room didn't move, he didn't even flinch when the little boy cried out as a particularly thick book connected with his frail body. Only when the alarm clock on the nightstand rang shrilly did the figure move.
Severus Snape reached out a tired hand and calmly shut the contraption off. He rubbed his eyes with sleep numbed hands before he swung his feet down onto the faded carpet on the floor. His only effort to make the bed was throwing the blanket up again to cover the pillow before he walked calmly passed the man in the doorway, down the hall and into the small bathroom.
Once there he relieved h