Sectum NihilisThis happens during the first wizarding war. Severus is nineteen and a young Death Eater. He has asked Lily for a meeting. The idea came to me while musing about another novel-length fiction of mine, "The Last Secret of Dumbledore"; hence this oneshot can be read either stand alone or as a flashback in the foresaid story. I think it is canon-compatible.Sectum Nihilis5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Severus Snape and Lily Evans and the Harry Potter universe belong to J.K.Rowling.
Rating : PG13 or T, at most.
Betaed by Dronarron.
Summer was already drawing to its end. At this late hour of the night, the wind blowing on Severus' face was cold and thick with damp. He shivered and wrapped his cloak tighter around him while gravel ground under his boots. Today had been especially strenuous. The Dark Lord was hard to please and prompt to punish. Mulciber had just experienced the might of his master's wrath. However, Severus was con
The Tale of Severus SnapeThe Tale of Severus Snape4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I see you from a distance.
Your red hair is blowing in the wind.
You're discovering your magic
and seeing your powers grow
You watch your sister being afraid of the true you
I see you laughing at me
when we look at our letters from Hogwarts
I'll tell you my secrets
But I will never tell how I feel about you
I hope we'll be in the same House together
I see you in different colours than mine
It feels like we're growing apart, red and gold versus green and silver
You say you'll always be my friend
No matter what will happen
I can count on your lovely smile and friendship
I see how James Potter is liking you
How others seem to care about you, more than they did to me
The horror in your eyes when I call you a Mudblood
It was a mistake I will always regret.
And then we took different directions in our lives.
I see a future for you that isn't save
Risking my own life just to make sure you'll be ok
And you dont even have a clue
I wanna make sure you'll be save and happy
Even when its not with
Dumbledore's FarewellIt was a warm summer evening. Severus Snape was standing at the window looking into a fiery sunset when he heard someone at the door. He knew immediately who his visitor was, and what he had come for.Dumbledore's Farewell4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Is it time?" Snape asked, without averting his gaze.
"Yes, Severus. It is time," said Albus Dumbledore. "I am leaving soon, and if I return, I fear there will be little time for goodbyes." He spoke in a light and matter-of-fact voice that did not match the seriousness of his words, as if he might have been talking about a Quidditch match, or his favourite jelly bean flavour.
Snape turned around, despair and revulsion etched into his pale features. "Then I must do it?"
Dumbledore nodded. "It is the only way."
Snape looked at him for a long moment in silent defiance. The old man held his gaze firmly. His face was more lined than before, and the curse had taken a visible toll on his body, but he had lost none of his dignity and vigour. Finally, Snape caved in. "As you wish," he said flatly.
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
Youthful ReflectionsSnape stood outside the entrance of Gryffindor tower, a mirrored shadow of his youth, so many years ago. A nameless Gryffindor had entered the portrait hole as he rounded the corner. It meant nothing to his conscious mind but his feet ended up stopping just in front of the portrait, instead of continuing on towards other pressing endeavors. He hadn't realized he had stopped walking and his mind suddenly went blank. His eyes glazed over with sadness as he gazed up at the fat lady's face.Youthful Reflections4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At first she had raised her eyebrows contemptuously at him as he stopped in front of her just as she always had but the lines in her forehead smoothed and her own eyes became very misty as she peered back, not at the man, but at that boy, who many a night had so stubbornly camped out in front of her. He would always flee well before dawn so as to avoid any awkward confrontation but she knew who he was always waiting for in vain.
She had tried to stand up for him in the beginning (half out of annoyance)
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Severus stood very still as Dumbledore walked past him, out the door, and down the revolving staircase to the griffin three floors below.
Snape was alone in Dumbledore's office.
He glared around at the many shiny, and very delicate instruments that lay on the small, rickety tables, and shelves all around the room. His eyes had just passed over the dilluminator, and an old snitch, when they fell upon a gold ring with a small black stone cut in a diamond shape. There was a triangle, and circle, and line set into the top of the stone. He caught his breath.
It had been years since he had heard his mother's sweet voice telling him the ancient tales, but he could still recite them by heart. There sat the Resurrection Stone of Cadmus Peverell.
He took a step closer, and reached out to touch it. After the slightest hesitation, he lifted it from its resting place on the table and held it in his hand. He tilted it closer to the light, and noticed a very fine crack cut diagonally on the face of t
Why Severus Snape Never...Why Severus Snape Never...9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Why Severus Snape Never Answered Stupid Questions
It had been a smashing day so far. He had received a new crate of his favorite tea, a book he had reserved forever ago on theories involving bat spleen had finally become available and two first years had pissed themselves when he swept grandly round a corner.
Yes, a smashing day. And it was only getting better as Severus Snape perched himself behind his desk. Usually the seventh year Slytherin-Gryffindor Potions class was abominable at best. Coupled with the fact that it was DOUBLE Potions last thing on Fridays, the two hours rarely passed by amicably. But this Friday had been very splendid indeed.
He'd caught Macmillan and Granger passing a note between them, giggling like lovesick first years. Watching them from beneath thick lashes, he'd pretended he hadn't noticed right up until the note passed into Potter's fingers. That was when he swooped down magnificently and plucked the folded parchment right from under Potter's nose. The boy
Rules of Harry Potter Fandom Rules of Harry Potter FandomRules of Harry Potter Fandom8 years ago in Humor More Like This
1.NEVER say that you hate Harry Potter!
2.Read all of the Harry Potter books
3.See all of the movies
4.Even if the movies suck, you must still appreciate their attempt to reach the amazing-ness of the books
5.Go to midnight premiers
6.Dress up at the midnight premiers
7.Jump anyone who shouts out spoilers
8.Have a friend who you talk about Harry Potter with 24/7
9.Eat Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans
10.Always have your wand available
11.To poke people with
12.In the eye
13.Never tell spoilers to friends
14.Be a part of a Harry Potter fansite
16.Listen to Harry Potter podcasts
17.Read books about the books written by authors of other books not assciated with Harry Potter
18.Love J.K.R with all your heart
Snape's EpilogueIt was the purest white he had ever seen. Blinding, almost, yet he was not squinting. In fact, he was not scowling, either. Severus Snapes trademark expression had abandoned him, leaving behind one of tranquility and content. He felt as if the overwhelming gravity that used to pound on his head, furrow his brows, and slouch his shoulders was gone. He felt light, yet stable on what was now soft, dewy grass.Snape's Epilogue8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All around him the brilliant white was fading away to reveal a small clearing in a green and luminous forest. There was no sun. Every leaf, every blade of grass, every flower petal seemed to emit its own yellow light. Severus could feel the damp blades between his bare toes, making him aware of his own nakedness. He looked down on his bare arms to find that while he was still pale, his skin had lost its usual sickly pallor. He touched his face, almost surprised to find it still there. He was still a being, still a form. He half expected to be a cloud of dust.
It was complicated
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We teachers are rather good at magic, you know." - McGonagall
Harry: B..But Professer he spat at you!
"Oi! There's a war going on here!"-Harry
"I'd do your fly by hand, though," -Ron
"Wow-that's right. I forgot! I'm seventeen!"
Harry seized the wand lying bside his camp bed, pointed it at the cluttered desk where he had left his glasses and said, "Accio Glasses!" Although they were only about a foot away, there was something immensely satisfying about seeing them zoom toward him, at least until they poked him in the eye.
"Slick," snorted Ron.
Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry." -Hermione
"For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. That's a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it's safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that's still likely to be the
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He stopped to catch his breath, and, for the first time in over an hour, he thought about what had happened.
He had been walking with Sirius, he didn't remember what they were talking about, but they were talking… and, before he could understand it, they were kissing. He was kissing his friend! His male friend!
He closed his eyes and envisioned Sirius pulling back and seeing Remus' confusion. He could still feel Sirius running from him, still hear his muted sobs… still see the tears that welled in his friend's eyes. The only thing Sirius said was I'm sorry, before sprinting, face in hands, away.
Remus thought about the kiss. It was light and soft, but demanding and eager. Sirius had started it, by leaning in a planting a chaste kiss on Remus' lips, before trying to kiss him ha
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The Potions Master watched the students trickle slowly into the Great Hall for breakfast. There weren't that many arriving, but it was still early yet. Most of the students would come in later, scarf down some food, and then hurry off to their morning classes, their bags banging against their legs as they rushed up the stairs.
Snape took a bite of his toast, and saw a familiar head of untidy black hair enter the Hall. He was talking animatedly to one of his friends a red-headed boy with freckles on his nose. They sat down opposite the round-faced disaster child who had melted the cauldron last week, and began to eat breakfast.
He frowned slightly as he watched to boys across the room. The boy had many of James' mannerisms, in addition to his attitude. Snape shook his head slightly, and turned back to his breakfast.
It wasn't long, however, until the morning post arrived. Snape looked up expectantly he had ordered a large box of lacewing flies as his supplies had been runn
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Chapter One Inner Sanctum
The last few minutes of Transfiguration dragged on, but as James glanced up at the clock, he couldn't help but think, Just a few more minutes, please? He knew pleading with the clock was useless. It always was. Still, he couldn't help but wish that the class was a little longer. He desperately needed those few minutes to finish his drawing. He knew that he was never going to get another chance to draw Lily like that her cheek resting gently on her hand, her wand tucked behind her ear. The light wouldn't be right ever again in the way that it made her hair shine
He would never be able to finish in time.
Trying not to get frustrated, James set to quickly drawing as much as he could with the four minutes left in the class.
It wasn't that James didn't like Transfiguration. No, in fact it was his favourite class, and he respected Professor McGonagall highly.
Today, however, he had already sat through thr
How to Say Goodbye?All was well.How to Say Goodbye?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I've read these three words aloud and flipped through the remaining pages of the book, hoping that there will be another chapter. But the pages that followed it are empty and the last two pages are dedicated to the author and the illustrator.
"That's it?" I said. "That's it," said the boy who is sitting next to me. He just smiled and his green eyes gleamed at me (it gave me goose bumps). This boy have been with me since I was eleven We were both eleven. I could not imagine him leaving after all these years. But now, I have to accept that he really is leaving.
It seems like yesterday that he had been told by a giant named Hagrid that he was a wizard and now he finally defeated the Dark Lord. "Why so glum? I thought you will be happy for me now that I've defeated Voldemort," he said. "I know It's just I couldn't believe it is over," I said. "All stories have endings, you know that," he said "and it turned out to be a happy ending like you've expected, right?" I no
Remembrance Chapter 1Snape heard the nothing. The silence drifted through the battle-field night. Snape could remember everything of what happened before he closed his eyes, but the sudden shock of hearing his heart beat again was all too much for him.Remembrance Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What the hell?" he asked himself, as he looked around where he was. He was where Voldemort killed him with Nagini, but how was he alive? What had happened? Why was he hear? Was he a ghost even passed though Snape's mind. No of course not. He wasn't tinted unlike Nearly Headless Nick or any of the other ghosts. And ghosts don't have heart beats, unless it's a rotten illusion to fool them.
Snape slowly sat up and touched his neck, where Nagini has bitten into him five times. It was healed; there was no blood on his hand either when he moved it away. He could feel the blood on his stained clothes and some running down his chest as he sat up, but that was it. Snape looked around the room again and saw to his right hand side a dying phoenix. Of course, a phoenix
Hermione Can't Draw ...Sometimes Draco wondered what life would have been like if he'd stayed in the Forbidden Forest with Luna and the centaurs: could he have become as good a dancer as Bane had been (when it wasn't that time of the month when Saturn aligned with Jupiter which always made him abnormally grouchy), or perhaps he could have helped Luna found that Nargle sanctuary?Hermione Can't Draw ...4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But no, it was not to be, he knew. He had told his father that he would join the Wizard Cops, and so, after several happy years in the Forest, he had left. To be honest, the parting had been made easier by the fact that he kept running into a rumpled-looking Umbridge the thought of what had caused the rumpling inevitably made him feel quite ill.
And so he had signed up with the Wizard Cops.
Most of the time it wasn't the glamorous and glory-filled life he'd imagined, although it did have its moments. Just last week Draco had personally led a broomstick chase, hot on the heels of one of the remaining Death Eater s
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Despite Snape's many attempts, Quirrell was still eluding him. He had even moved his seat to the other end of the staff table in an effort to avoid the Potions Master. Also, Snape was still operating discreetly so as to avoid rousing the suspicions of the other professors. He knew perfectly well that he was not a favorite colleague, however that did not deter him from his job.
He was pacing the length of his office, mulling over a possible ambush plan, when Dumbledore appeared in the doorway.
"Come in, Headmaster." Snape said, pausing by his desk.
Dumbledore stepped inside, and shut the door behind him. He waved his wand, and cast the Muffliato spell.
"The mirror must be moved, my boy." The Headmaster said, once he was sure the room was secure.
"Why?" Snape asked, somewhat surprised. "Does that mean I don't have to patrol the fourth floor anymore?"
"The mirror has been discovered, and must be hidden again," Dumbledore answered simply. "And, yes. You may return to your previous r
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
A childhood in seven booksNearly eleven years ago, a little girl hung on her sister's arm, begging to be included in her game. Eventually one of her friends humoured me with the memorable role of "the old woman who lives in the chamber of secrets." It's not a great start to a relationship, but it was a beginning.A childhood in seven books4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A few months later I came home for the first time. Hogwarts with it's ceiling like the night sky , its singing suits of armour and high pointed towers came alive for me as no place on paper has ever done before or since. And in it lived the friends I had never had, the small intelligent girl with bushy hair like mine, the red haired boy who stared and laughed at her and who would one day show us the true power of friendship, and Harry; brave, funny, always fighting to do the right thing.
As they grew and changed and learned to love- I grew with them, shooting up like a star, filled with magic. But I always knew they would beat me to the adult world.
When I was twelve years old, I watched harry grow up,
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Rose sat in front of the common room fireplace. Her parents had said she would be so in love with Hogwarts that she would forget to write them, but she found herself writing to them every day, sometimes multiple times. Friends and classes didn't really occupy her time like they had said they would. She even found she missed her spastic little brother. She wanted to dive head-first into her childish stuffed animals and tell them all her secrets. It was not like she had any real friends to share secrets with.
It was December first, meaning she only had seventeen days to endure before going home. Having it be so close made it even harder put up with the waiting.
It was still dark outside. Lately she had been waking up before everyone else. She would stay in the common room until the clock chimed, and curfew was no longer enforced, be the first person to get her breakfast and first to her classes, never having spoken to a soul. No one but Al would talk to her or sit by her once in class. I
Feng Shui - Snape fanficThe little street was mostly empty, even in what was supposed to be the rush up to Christmas. A few middle class shoppers walked up and down, and the odd lost tourist, wondering how on earth they'd gotten onto this plain-looking road. It consisted of mostly retail businesses, a charity shop on the left, and a dingy little cafe on the right, moving down to a video game store and a second-hand bookstore and for those that could see it, there was a grubby little pub. Famous throughout Britain, in certain circles, at least. The sign hanging outside simply read; 'The Leaky Cauldron'.Feng Shui - Snape fanfic4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
An odd figure could be found walking decisively down towards the pub. He was sallow skinned, with dark eyes and a curtain of greasy black hair seemed to separate him from the rest of the world, his breath rising in clouds as he walked. Several people's eyes followed him as he walked, just out of pure curiosity. The muggles seemed to find Professor Severus Snape an extremely strange figure, though when he seemed
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October, 31, 2005
Severus didn´t want a child.
And yet...here it was...
Severus approached the cradle with feather light footsteps. It was a simple but elegant piece of furniture, made out of heavy and dark oak wood...an heirloom of Evelyn´s family, that her mother had insisted on giving them. A wealth of delicate white and blue covers and a veil of rich Irish lace protected it´s tiny occupant from the late October chill.
His long fingers drew back the covers to reveal the child to his sleep deprived eyes. A child who was no more than an hour old. A child that wasn´t expected. A mistake that shouldn´t have happened, as far as his father had been concerned.
He didn´t want a child...
Most people take parental instinct for granted...They imagine it´s only natural for parents to love their children. It just happened...But Severus knew better...In fact he knew from experience that it just wasn´t that simple...Nowhere near that simple...
And that was p
Dear Lily,All my life,Dear Lily,4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I did it for you.
Most can lead a normal one,
But I lead two.
A blur sometimes,
where my loyalties lied.
But every night I dream,
remember the night you died.
"If you truly loved her,
then your way forward is clear."
But I was lost in the darkness,
only wanting you, my dear.
My leader, my enemy,
needs me no more.
So he left me to die,
bleeding on the floor.
And now, my darling,
My time here is finally done.
I leave the fate to this world,
in the hands of your son.
"Look at me," I whisper,
And then I drop my hand.
I close my eyes,
And move on to a better land.
And now we're here,
face to face, once again.
My love for you,
no longer a sin.
They welcome me too,
unlike back in the day.
I'm finally accepted.
I think I shall stay.
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