SeverusSnapeFans

Part 1: The Early Years: Severus Snape and Constance Hardbroom first met back in 1977 as students. Constance’s school-Cackle’s Academy-was visiting Hogwarts for the Spring Term. Over time (and with the secret help of Lily Evans and James Potter), Severus and Constance began a bit of a romance. But, this was short lived. After Constance, Severus, James and Lily had to fight off a Death Eater attack at Hogwarts, Snape was confronted by his Slytherin peers-reminding him of his true loyalties. When Constance and the rest of Cackle’s students returned to their Overblown Castle, Severus continued to work with the Dark Arts. As for James and Lily, though they were upset about Severus still being into the Dark Arts, the two couldn’t help but sense the best in him. A feeling James and Lily kept to each other. Even in their last days. Then came September 1st, 1982. It has almost been a year since Lord Voldemort’s defeat at the cost of James and Lily Potter. The then 22-years-old, Snape

Sprawled face down on the single two-seater couch in an oversized tee and baggy yoga pants, Hermione traced circles on the carpeted floor with the half-empty wine bottle in her hand. The drone of the television in front of her filled the, otherwise silent, living room with some semblance of liveliness. Through half-lidded eyes, she watched the couple on the flat television screen bicker but their shouted words did little to penetrate her mind. Her gaze floated to the Steinway piano by the window, its empty seat yearning for her to sit at the instrument and run her fingers over the ivory keys to make it sing. She closed her eyes, blocking it from her vision. After the afternoon’s events, she had no room in her heart for music at this time. Only room for more booze. Her fingers closed over the neck of the bottle and she lifted it to her lips. The liquid burned its way down her throat, bringing a soothing warmth to her body and a lightness to her mind. Hermione shifted her weight on

As fate would have it, Ron was already seated near the front of Luna’s little restaurant, helping himself to a large plate of fried rice. So when Harry walked in with Marsha, a small bell by the door tinkling to announce their arrival, the young man beamed and waved Harry over. After a round of teasing from Luna and Marsha, Harry placed his order and headed over to where his friend was seating. Sidling into the plastic bench opposite Ron, Harry eyed the fast receding grains of rice on Ron’s place. “Hey slow down, man. I just got here,” he teased, following it up with a slap on Ron’s meaty bicep which bulged under the striped shirt.. Ron guffawed and took a gulp of water from his glass. “Alright then. There.” He placed his spoon and fork down. “I’ll wait until you get yours.” “Thanks.” Harry unbuttoned his uniform shirt a little more and rifled a hand through his hair. “How’s it going?” A grunt rumbled Ron’s chest. “Nothing much. Just Ma and Pa either hinting or directly

May 29 202X 20:45 @ herm4ever: Oh god guys! Some tabloid found out about Hermione’s parents. Like omg man. @ mr-drake: what they say? @ herm4ever: I only have the physical copy. So here’s a pic of the article. 20:50 @ mr-drake: holy shit so her ma was another piece of hot ass? a model? cool @ herm4ever: Yeah they say she was the second wife but the marriage didn’t last long?? Like wow. Poor Hermione. *cries* 20:52 @ kai: Her mum looks gorgeous. Although a bit too skinny. 21:00 @ herm4ever: But like look what they say after that. Her mum was like this super sexy slut?? So they’re saying Hermione took after her. What in the actual hell?? 21:02 @ modthebod: The motherfuckers. How dare they. They’ll pay for that, I swear. @ mr-drake: but Hermione sure got her ma’s beauty, sexy genes. that you gotta admit is true. and like who wouldn’t wanna tap that ass? @ modthebod: Okay that’s it. I’ve said it before but mr-drake, you’re a fucking bastard. You don’t deserve to be treated

My dear Hermione, I haven’t written to you in a while, I apologize. I saw your name in the papers and I got worried about you. You don’t need to worry about me, of course. I will always believe you. But I know you will be hurt by those ignorant tabloids. So I want you to know that I will be here for you. You are never alone. From your biggest fan. “God what the hell is wrong with these people?!” Harry exclaimed after he had finished reading the letter from Hermione’s fan for the umpteenth time. Seating across from him at her desk, Marsha sighed and pinched her forehead between thumb and forefinger. “Stop reading that again, Harry. It’s not going to help.” The chair creaked as Harry spun it to face his partner. He slammed the letter on his desk before leaning back, his arms folded across his chest. “I’m sorry. I just can’t believe how crazy these fans can get. They just don’t get it, do they?” “No they don’t.” Marsha said in a sing-song, matter-of-fact tone. Her fingers hit the

Hanging her pouch over her shoulder, Hermione looked towards the open front door. Partially blocked by a figure, the sun streamed into the house in slits. Lynn stepped aside, letting a young teen girl dressed in shorts and a spaghetti top. Hermione recognized her student and called out warmly, “Oh hi Valerie. You look even prettier outside of class.” The girl rolled her eyes and flipped her long hair over her shoulders. “Yeah whatever.” She turned to Lynn, her voice low and carrying a hint of respect. “Mum and Dad aren’t around as usual, so they sent me for Kyler.” “Sure.” Lynn placed a hand on Valerie’s shoulder and smiled. “I’ll go get her.” Hermione watched as Lynn bounded up the stairs and disappeared down the hallway. Alone with the teen, Hermione looked her over. She noted the girl’s clothes were from a trendy brand, along with the bracelet around her wrist. “Nice outfit. I like your bracelet,” she said conversationally. Valerie gave a curt nod. “Thanks.” The teen

The smell of well-cooked and seasoned meat wafted through the house, bringing a smile to Hermione’s lips as she moaned in delight. “Oh Lynn, I can’t wait to eat that now,” she exclaimed, looking over her friend’s shoulders at the sizzling meat. Lynn chuckled as she scooped the food out into two containers on the counter. “Knowing you, I guess you have been eating out everyday. It must get pretty boring.” Hermione groaned. “I’ve been yearning for a good homecooked meal for some time now. You’re my savior, Lynn.” Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Lynn hummed in thought. “I would have brought over some food earlier this week for you but I’ve been busy with my new job.” Hermione waved a hand in dismissal as she leaned back on the island counter. “No don’t trouble yourself too much, Lynn. I’m already happy to have such a wonderful meal from you today.” Thumbing the glass of water in her hand, Hermione tilted her head to one side. “But what is this new job that you

May 21 202X 12:02 @ herm4ever: Guys guys! Did you see today’s news?? Hermione got mentioned. It’s that thing with the politician? Like from months back?? @ mr-drake: that piece of old news? what kinda shit they say now? link pls @ herm4ever: Oh right lol. Forgot to send the link. Here you go: www.timestoday.com/politician-denies-allegations-with-singer-slut.html 12:05 @ mr-drake: man they calling all her sorts of shit. i kinda pity her. no wonder she ain’t in town anymore. @ herm4ever: I know right?? *cries* And that politician isn’t helping things at all. 12:13 @ kai: He’s covering his ass, protecting his job. Is it true though? About their affair? @ herm4ever: There were pictures but it’s hard to tell? Like with all these deep fakes and fake news? I don’t know. 12:16 @ modthebod: Hermione would not betray us like that. Those motherfucking reporters should go die. 12:17 @ herm4ever: *sobs* I just hope she’s doing okay now. @ modthebod: We’ll make sure she’s fine. @

The night was still young, so the pub was not very packed. A few tables were occupied by office workers wanting to destress after a long day. Light country music blared from the speakers, accompanying the clink of glasses and raucous laughter. Sitting across from Harry in the cosy corner booth, Hermione giggled as she sipped from her beer mug. “How long has it been since you were on a date?” Harry shifted in his seat and combed a hand through his hair. “It’s been a while,” he chuckled nervously. “Alcohol helps, you know,” Hermione said. Harry eyed his full beer mug and contemplated downing it. Thinking better of it given the nervous fluttering in his stomach, he shook his head. “I’ll wait for the food first.” Shrugging, Hermione took another sip. “Suit yourself.” As if on cue, a waitress materialized in front of their table carrying their plates. She placed it down on the table, gave a quick smile and left after murmuring “Enjoy your food”. Harry took a whiff of his burger and