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The twins intercepted a heart-a-flutter
been meant for the gilded haired prof
Its message attached was removed
intended for Potter's crush
So these were were combined
and sent to a potion master stoic.
Thinking he recognized the symbol
read the message unpoetic.
The damage had been done,
even the duel Weasley's felt remorse
But suddenly a miracle
as Snape felt Harry close
A bond was strengthened that day
in appearance may have once been lost.
One that would guide and inspire
as others saw in north growing moss.
Some would say he'd a heart of stone
maybe *just* like a Springtime peach.
But it was more like a pearl
for the right one to find and reach!
Severus Snape Fanfiction - Tear me apart 1 - SSHG
Tear me apart
Unerwartet oder auch Kanalratte
Hermine öffnete die Augen und blinzelte verschlafen. Die Ferien waren zu Ende und ihr Gepäck stand bereit für die Reise nach Hogwarts. Sie freute sich darauf, das Schloss, die Bibliothek und ihre besten Freunde wieder zu sehen. Die Welt schien in Ordnung zu sein - wenn da nur nicht dieses Geschrei gewesen wäre.
„Hermine“, rief ihre Mutter.
„HERMINE!“, nun schon zum dritten Mal.
„Ja, ich bin gleich da“, brüllte sie zurück. Widerwillig schlug sie die Bettdecke zur Seite und schlüpfte in ihre Pantoffel.
Auf der Treppe war lautes Getrampel zu hören.
Oh, Mutter im Anmarsch.
Schnell zog Hermine sich ihren Morgenmantel über und eilte zur Tür. Gerade im rechten Moment, denn schon streckte ihre Mutter wütend den Kopf durch den Spalt.
„Da unten steht ein Bett“, teilte sie ihr aufgebracht mit.
Hermine gähnte. „E
Burden of Impurity 1 - Severus Snape Fanfiction
Eine Bürde, so schwarz wie die Nacht,
endlos wie die Tiefen der See.
Ein Gefühl der Verzweiflung,
kalt wie die Schwingen des Todes.
Eine Stille, die alles durchdringt.
Willkommen in meiner Welt...
Burden of impurity
Unterhaltung in den Kerkern
Als Hermine an diesem Abend die Treppen von ihrem Turm hinabstieg, um in die Kerker zu gelangen, hatte sie ein eigenartiges Gefühl.
Noch nie war ihr wohl dabei gewesen, alleine mit Snape in seinem Büro zu sitzen, wenn sie nachsitzen sollte, was glücklicherweise nicht allzu oft vorkam.
Je näher sie dabei dem gefürchteten Territorium der Slytherins kam, umso schlimmer wirkte sich ihre innere Unruhe aus. Ihre Hände schwitzten und ihr Herz pochte, als könnte hinter jeder Biegung oder Rüstung etwas Unheilvolles lauern. Dabei war es kalt hier unten und das Schloss mit Hilfe von Dumbledores Sicherheitsmaßnahmen gut gegen Eindringlinge gewappnet.
Hogwarts Nineteenth Toast
'It has been so long -'some say -
"not long enough," reply the rest.
As a few muggles forgot...
the greatest of trial wasn't a test.
I am just a humble Hufflepuff;
by Pottermore I'd been sorted.
But that makes me no less unique
almost like chicory coffee imported.
I'll raise my golden glass...
pretending it's a butterbeer.
For those to be recalled
and the rest of us still here.
'Post-War' Part VII- 'The Pale Devil' Chapter VI
"I knew I had heard that name before" Evelyn muttered to herself, looking down at the papers scattered on her desk.
A few days after she had moved to Angela´s, Nathaniel, one of her students from Trinity, contacted her in regards to a doctorate thesis he was working on about William the conqueror the impact of the Norman Conquest and the flight of Anglo-Saxon nobility to Ireland that ensued on the British Isles. She had welcomed the distraction and asked him to send in his work as well as the bibliography he had been working with. She missed the process of researching, taking notes and reviewing work. Her last book had come out before her father had passed away and she had only worked on articles since then. She had a tacit agreement with Lewis that she would take some time off for herself and as soon as she felt like her life was back in order again they would start talking about her next work. So, in the meantime, helping a former student with his own research was a very ni
'Post-War' Part VII- 'The Pale Devil' Chapter V
Having a brother eight years older than you had quite a few ups and downs, as Tancey had found out over the years. Clement had always been like a third parent of sorts. Both their parents worked, so he had to babysit her often, and no matter how much older a sibling will always be more permissive than a parent, so she liked that. Clement let her get away with a lot when he was in charge. Sure he had always been a bit of a nerd, so he still made her do her homework and go to bed early on school days, but he still let her have pizza and cake for dinner and watch horror films on weekends. Maybe because he was that much older, Clem was always nice to her. She heard stories from her schoolmates who had older siblings, stories about how annoying they were, and the horrible things they did and how the got them in trouble with their parents. Clement never did any of that. He was too mature for this sort of thing. He actually covered for a lot of the bad things she did, so her parents wouldn
Snape x Reader: Reciprocate
Snape x Reader: Reciprocate
(F/n) (L/n) had always hated the competition between the Houses. She was unaffected by simple, friendly rivalry. Certain levels of aggression were needed in every situation that life presented; it was naive to believe otherwise. But the girl had never been able to excuse those who took their distinctions too far. It might have been the peaceful Hufflepuff in her, or it might have been her loving internal moral code. Whatever the case, (F/n) hated conflict.
Throughout her years at Hogwarts, (F/n) had observed all sorts of confrontations and conflicts. But none she had found, could compare to the bullying that Severus Snape endured. The young Slytherin was a year her senior, and came from a completely different social group. But the girl had found herself drawn to him, as the months passed.
He was quiet and kept to himself most times, but (F/n) had glimpsed moments where something else peaked past his cold
'Post-War' Part VII- 'The Pale Devil' Chapter IV
It was still early in the day. First period wouldn´t start for another hour. Tancey had decided to do her homework at the library, to make sure nothing would interrupt her. Her assignments had piled up. First there was happened to Ms. Black, then the police enquiries, then James´father found out about it and, of course, threw a fit. Anything was a reason for him to throw a fit. James had to spend a couple nights at her house on account of it, but then again what else was new...
She made her way to the library and found some other early arrivals. It was usual as the end of the year approached bringing final exams with it. But none of them seemed as interested in studying as they were in commenting the fact that there had been a break in of some sort into Mr. Nolan´s office and that Ms. Black was back to work. Nobody was expecting her to return so soon. Mr. Nolan had given her some days off after all, and she had been quite badly hurt. But it didn´t really surprise Ta
'Post-War' Part VII- 'The Pale Devil' Chapter III
It was the first time Severus entered her house and Evelyn hadn´t offered him a smile, a seat, a cup of tea or something to eat. She walked about for a while, sighing, as if planning what to say next but finding herself at a loss of words.That never happened. Evelyn rarely ever took too long to put her thoughts into sentences. Her mind was wickedly fast like that. It was one of the things that made her a terrible liar: she had no patience for even taking the time to contruct a lie before uttering it, so she simply didn´t. It was more than simple honesty, Severus imagined, she simply found it a waste of time. But now she seemed to be measuring her next words.
"I went back to the police station" she finally said.
"What you heard"
"What for, if I may ask?"
"To talk to that man."
"Have you lost your mind?"
"Aren´t we off to a good start here?” she chuckled in a way that didn´t become her “Yes, I lost my mind. It´s got nothing whatsoever to do
Snape x Reader: Huffle-Baby and the Matchmaker
Snape x Reader: Huffle-Baby and the Matchmaker
4 full years of waiting. . . and (F/n) knew she’d just as easily wait another 4 before it was all said and done. The young Hogwarts Professor sighed heavily, as she slumped against her chamber door. It had been a long day, and her own personal issues hadn’t made it go any smoother.
She had been late to her first class, she’d tripped and face planted in front of a group of First Year students, and then just now, the shrewish Colin Creevey had thrown up on her robes just as the final bell had rung. After dismissing everyone else and escorting the very ill Mr. Creevey to the hospital wing, (F/n) had rushed back to her quarters to change her soiled robes. It was a lucky thing she wasn’t squeamish, otherwise her own bile might have joined the child’s on the front of her frock. But this hadn’t been the first time that someone had lost their meal durin
'Post-War' Part VII- 'The Pale Devil' Chapter II
Cokeworth´s police station had operated for over a century from a small and unimpressive three storey red brick building close to the old commercial centre. The town grew as the small, square building became obsolete, more and more unfit to handle the criminal occurrences that inevitably increased along with the cycle of urban development and decay. As a result, papers piled up in complete chaos, archives and boxes had to be squeezed into tiny cramped spaces, and the staff laboured on tiny desks where reports and occurrences came in faster than they could be dispatched and dealt with.
Evelyn noticed the tendency towards maddeningly slow bureaucratic process from the moment she set foot in the place. Phones ringing non-stop, files and documents being stacked, moved, shuffled and passed around, people sitting around waiting for their own complaints or occurrences to be processed, people running amok trying to accomplish ten tasks at the same time. She wondered how such an understaff
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'Post-War' Part VII- 'The Pale Devil' Chapter 1
The attacks rained on them before they could get their bearings. Even as he was expecting something like this to happen, Severus was only barely able to deflect the fast succession of curses and hexes coming his way from all sides. From the corner of his eye he could see Dawlish doing no better, as one of his aurors was already on the ground and the other one nowhere he could see. It was impossible to tell how many wizards were attacking them, but from the sheer intensity and speed of the orchestrated hits Severus knew they had to be outnumbered.
Eventually, Dawlish managed to get his wits about him for long enough to cast a protective shield over himself and the wounded auror. As bolts of light ricocheted in the darkness, Severus moved to the back of the room. Dawlish needed the magical shield to make sure at least one of his men left alive, but that wouldn´t help them reach anything other than a stalemate, he thought. They had to fight back or their defenses wouldn´t last.
'Post-war'-Part VI- The Stalker- Chapter IX (END)
Dawlish nearly jumped out of his skin when a raven descended upon him in a dark alley close to Spinner´s End, only to swiftly reveal the form of none other than Severus Snape. He would never guess the former potions master was a (most likely unregistered) animagus, but it didn´t really surprise him,come to think of it. It was a valuable skill to have if you were a spy and Dawlish would have liked to have had enough talent for it himself, but alas, he was seemingly destined to be a bureaucrat.
"I hope I didn´t startle you" Severus offered with a sardonic smile.
"Snape." he scoffed "You really are intent of making everything more difficult for us all, aren´t you?"
"Quite the opposite, in reality."
"I thought you were going to keep a low profile. First you storm into the minister´s office and now this? Why don´t you just give them your location already?"
"I knew the minister would inform you of my visit. Is that why you´re scrambling to get to Spinner
A morning call from mam
Characters: Severus, Evelyn and Sophia (Evelyn´s mother)
Place: Lyn´s house
Time: June of 1999
The blaring sound of the telephone startled him awake. Severus had lived nearly all his life away from these annoying machines muggles used to communicate with each other. When he was a child his parents couldn´t afford one and as an adult he had no need for one, so the sound was still very foreign and unsettling for him.
"Lyn...Lyyyyn...Evelyn.?.." he stirred but Evelyn´s sleeping form barely moved an inch within his arms. He shook her lightly "...the phone"
He knew it had to be for her. It was HER phone, by HER bed, in HER house. But she didn´t look very interested on getting it. Severus felt half tempted to let it ring, but the sound was so grating he couldn´t. He shook her harder
"Bloody hell, are you dead, woman?" he grumbled softly "The soddin´phone...It has to be for...oh, nevermind...I´ll get it."
He struggled to untangle himself from the comfor
Magic Dance? Always!
Once enduring homesickness, rude comments from petty classmates and the odd regional climate - the homesick Hufflepuff had yet another challenge.
Sieving through the papers in her backpack; wondering how the other students didn't appear to need one.
A way to carry thier books that is...
But not everyone read for enjoyment did they?
Or celebrated their birthday alone.
Fanning the cocoa packet almost ensured some of the contents would shift - in addition to their already traveled state.
Some marshmallows for another time.
Feeling with her hand the new line of product, reminding herself to only use half.
Adding it to the gentle steaming of the milk and unwrapping a tiny triangular, peculiar named candy...
Supposedly named for the sound the machine that made it?
Or was that an urban legend?
Remembering the task at hand and thus using a wooden spoon to mix the powder until warm...
Since hot it would be -
"WHAT - is this?"