Tragic ConsolationsAnd why Severus Snape's death-scene lacks all of them.
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
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.Musings on the Muse6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
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
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 Christmas7 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
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 Purgatory5 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
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
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.Potions7 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 Severus5 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
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
The FallThe chimney was full of echoes and bats. It led from the fireplace in the fourth-floor corridor all the way up to the roof, and at night they disappeared in the day, for some reason there were metal rungs fixed into the brickwork so that, if you were reasonably thin, you could climb.The Fall6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Severus liked bats. He liked the way they careered and flapped, like mad scraps of silk in a storm. And they only ever made their homes in deserted places. Bats were a good guarantee that you wouldnt have to encounter any people.
He was half-way up the rungs that led to the roof. It was a long way to fall, and his hands were slippery with sweat. They wouldnt have been, if he was alone, but his companion had a tendency to make him feel hot and uncomfortable.
She was climbing the rungs beneath him, looking white-faced but determined. He knew that look. It meant: Dont even think about asking me if I want to go back. And that, in turn, meant: I really
Return to Hogwarts Return to HogwartsReturn to Hogwarts8 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
AnniversaryOne year had passed since Lily Evans was killed. A chilling breeze welcomed Severus as he stepped out from the Entrance Hall and into the foggy All Hallows' morning. He had managed one hour of sleep the night before, his mind constantly reminding him of the woman he loved and of the death that he had unwittingly caused. He could hear her screams and taste her fear until his entire body was shuddering. He had tried to cry, hoping it would provide release, but the needed tears would not come. He had finally admitted defeat, rising from his sweat-soaked bed with weary limbs.Anniversary6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The grounds were silent as he walked along wet grass and muddy turf. Images of Lily's serene face and bright eyes pierced through the dense fog until he felt she was all around him, almost strangling him with regret. He gasped, his lungs filling with icy air. His heart was pounding so fast that it seemed it was trying to beat his soul. He wished some angel would descend upon him now, pulling his soul from h
ScarsThis story is set during the events of The Order of the Phoenix, but in a universe where Lily Potter managed to survive Voldemorts attack on her family. Severus Snape, Lily Potter, Dolores Umbridge, Voldemort, and my eternal gratitude, belong to J. K. RowlingScars6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lily was crying when she heard the knock at her office door. It was Snapes knock. She knew, because it was as curt and impatient as his sentences. It was one knock away from barging in.
There was an urgency to everything he did these days. But it wasnt an urgency that made him nervous. He just gave off a feeling of rigidly controlled, focused energy. Those curt, clipped sentences; those measured footsteps; the way he swept round corners in his billowing black robes; even the way he curled his lip with contempt and told the students not to slouch everything had a point to it, suddenly. And the point was no longer to make everybody else suffer.
She sniffed and tried to tidy herself up a bit, be
Redemption: Spoilers DHGreen. The greenest most beautiful shades of green--green he had adored his entire life. Green he had loved, LOVED, dearly, every minute of every day, green, green, green...perfect circles, like virgin fields of the sweetest lilliest that had yet to bloom.Redemption: Spoilers DH8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had Lily's eyes. The last thing he had wanted to see before his sight became a dark tunnel, those vibrant eyes imprinting his ebony souless ones before all went black.
He was...floating. Drifting where it was no longer cold, no longer hot, it only -was-. It was dark. The darkest dark he had ever experienced. What's more, he could
-remember- experience...and he could remember dark. He remembered faces, embroideries, and sounds in the dark. He -remembered-. And like his memories, his body settled firmly on what he could only deduce as ground. And his limbs had yet to move. He had been attempting this for the past few seconds, when he realized how intact he was with the reality of himself.
Severus Snape was dead. That much he was sur
Comfort and JoyLily spotted Severus on the other side of the café, brooding over a mug of black coffee, and glaring suspiciously out through the steam. He had both hands wrapped around the sides of the mug, and it looked as though it was only the heat from his grip that was making the coffee steam. Perhaps it was. Perhaps he was passing a warming charm through the porcelain. She wouldn't have blamed him. They served the coffee so cold in this place, and Severus didn't often have a chance to let off steam.Comfort and Joy6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She sat beside him without saying a word, and blew on her own coffee. It hardly made a dent in the froth. She positioned the mug in front of her lips and breathed it in, letting her eyes drift closed. The room was so warm. It was like being in a Turkish bath. The café smelt of coffee, hot milk and spices fried fat, too, of course, but there was no avoiding that in a northern greasy spoon. And the whole place resonated with a feeling of barely suppressed excit
Severus Snape FeaturesId like to thank all the Snape and Harry Potter artists whose the dedication, vision and talent have inspired me for years: Snapesforte, MARiKaArt, TomScribble, Veronica-Art, perselus, inkvine, firefly-wp , katigerclaw, Patilda and many others. I unfortunately could not feature them all here ... I would like to have included hueco-mundo, gerre, carthasis, obfuscatesart, wandarer3, kissyushka, play-it-snufkin, protowilson, ildi, chicxulub, laerry, liquidscissors, lizard-spots and many different dedicated fans and artists...Severus Snape Features4 years ago in Art Features More Like This
Naturally, only a few Snape and HP fanartists have been DD'd, while so many others remain without much exposure. This is why I'm sorry not to have found the time a week ago, when there were more HP fans online, but better late than never... And its Potter Day on Sunday...
So, here are only a handful of the many fanarts that left a mark in my