Hermione Granger: If you could meet anyone, living or dead, who would you meet?
Ron Weasley: What ice-cream flavours do you love/hate?
Hagrid: If you could breed two totally different animals together, what new animal would you create?
Dumbledore: What is your most treasured possession?
Voldemort: On the first day of ruling the world, what would you do?
Fred Weasley: If you were told you only had one week left to live, what would you do?
George Weasley: If you could read minds, whose would you want to read?
Draco Malfoy: Do you like yourself?
Ginny Weasley: What’s your favorite indoor/outdoor activity?
Neville Longbottom: What’s your fondest memory?
Luna Lovegood: What are your favorite lyrics?
Severus Snape: Of all your pet-peeves, which is the strangest?
Remus Lupin: What is your greatest fear?
James Potter: If you were reincarnated as an animal/drink/ice cream flavor, what would it be?
Lily Potter: Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?
Sirius Black: What are your views on sex?
Tonks: if you could be anyone else for a day, fictional or non-fictional who would you be any why?
McGonagall: What do you believe I am thinking right now?
Bellatrix: three words would others probably use to describe you?
Lucius Malfoy: Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?
Molly Weasley: What do you define as a family?
Arthur Weasley: If you could have any career possible, what would it be?
Peter Pettigrew: If you had to change your first name, what would you change it to?
Umbridge: If you could choose, how would you want to die?
Colin Creevey: Who inspires you?
Dean Thomas: Are you generally organised or messy?
Seamus Finnigan: What makes you laugh?
Dudley Dursley: Who is the person you despise the most, and why?
Vernon Dursley: Who is the most important person in your life, and why?
Petunia Dursley: How close are you to your family?
Victor Krum: What is your favorite form of exercise?
Dobby: Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?
I know these are kinda old but I’m bored and procrastinating when I should really be reading up on criminal trials so send me some asks if you want to know some random shit about me
The news of a just formed Dueling Club spread like fire in the common rooms of all Houses. Someone had pinned a piece of parchment announcing it on the notice boards, but it didn’t say who would be in charge of it. (Y/N) felt a little bit giddy, and a little bit nervous too.
Duels! That would certainly be a challenge; she was curious to see how a wizard duel worked, and if it resembled in any way a muggle sword duel, like the ones she saw in movies. She was also a little bit afraid of the outcome, as she was still getting used to her wand. She was confident it would produce some stable spells (at least), but what if she ended up hurting someone? Her biggest fear was hurting one of her friends, truth be told.
(Y/N) also reflected about why a dueling club. Perhaps, the attacker terrorising Hogwarts was a living person, after all? No monster, and no paranormal stuff. Just a person you could fight off.
But if that was the case, no attacker would challenge anyone to a duel, right? That wasn’t a smart idea if you want to be sneaky and roam around the castle. A duel could mean being uncovered, or being defeated and caught. (Y/N) concluded that an assaulter (an intelligent one) would choose a surprise attack over a combat, and that the idea of a dueling club as such would turn out rather useless for anyone lacking reflexes or simply sheer intuition.
Whose idea was this?!
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That same night, (Y/N) walked into the Great Hall at 8 pm sharp together with a handful of other Slytherins, although the place was already quite packed with students with their wands in hand. The long dining tables had vanished and a golden stage had appeared along one wall, lit by thousands of candles floating overhead, and the ceiling was velvety black.
‘Mione!’ (Y/N) greeted, making her way to her friend. The group also greeted the Slytherin, who asked:
‘Any idea of who’ll be teaching us?’
‘Someone told me Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young — maybe it’ll be him.’ The witch answered.
‘As long as it’s not —’ Harry began, but he ended on a groan: Gilderoy Lockhart was walking onto the stage, resplendent in robes of deep plum and accompanied by none other than Snape, wearing his usual black. Lockhart waved an arm for silence and called:
‘Gather round, gather round! Can everyone see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent!’
‘Now, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little dueling club, to train you all in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions — for full details, see my published works.’ He took a little pause to look pridefully at the crowd beneath him, and then continued:
‘Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape,’ said Lockhart, flashing a wide smile. ‘He tells me he knows a tiny little bit about dueling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration before we begin. Now, I don’t want any of you youngsters to worry — you’ll still have your Potions master when I’m through with him, never fear!’ ‘Wouldn’t it be good if they finished each other off?’ Ron muttered in Harry’s ear. (Y/N) heard it too and clenched her fist until her nails dug into her palm, but she said nothing.
How dare he?!
Snape’s upper lip was curling. (Y/N) had never seen Severus letting his thoughts slip so easily. He was looking as though he was planning on killing Lockhart before feeding him to the giant squid.
Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed; at least, Lockhart did, with much twirling of his hands, whereas Snape jerked his head irritably. Then they raised their wands like swords in front of them.
‘As you see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position,’ Lockhart told the silent crowd. ‘On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course.’
‘I wouldn’t bet on that,’ Harry murmured, watching Snape baring his teeth. (Y/N) giggled softly as she watched her mentor as well.
‘One — two — three —’ Both of them swung their wands above their heads and pointed them at their opponent; Snape cried:
‘Expelliarmus!’ There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted off his feet: He flew backward off the stage, smashed into the wall, and slid down it to sprawl on the floor.
Draco Malfoy and some of the other Slytherins cheered. (Y/N) didn’t, as she was staring too in awe to articulate a sound. She was aware of Severus’ wide knowledge about the Dark Arts, but she had never seen him really do anything with it, let alone cast such a powerful spell.
Hermione was dancing on tiptoes.
‘Do you think he’s all right?’ she squealed through her fingers.
‘Who cares?’ said Harry, (Y/N) and Ron together. Lockhart was getting unsteadily to his feet. His hat had fallen off and his wavy hair was standing on end.
‘Well, there you have it!’ he said, tottering back onto the platform. ‘That was a Disarming Charm — as you see, I’ve lost my wand — ah, thank you, Miss Brown — yes, an excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don’t mind my saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you it would have been only too easy — however, I felt it would be instructive to let them see…’
(Y/N) could hardly bear with how ridicously unbalanced both teachers were, and she had to do a titanic effort to avoid laughing loudly.
Severus Snape was looking murderous. Possibly Lockhart had noticed, because he said, ‘Enough demonstrating! I’m going to come amongst you now and put you all into pairs. Professor Snape, if you’d like to help me —’
They moved through the crowd, matching up partners. Lockhart teamed Neville with Justin Finch-Fletchley, but Snape reached Harry and Ron first.
‘Time to split up the dream team, I think,’ he sneered. ‘Weasley, you can partner Finnigan. Potter —’ Harry moved automatically toward Hermione. ‘I don’t think so,’ said Snape, smiling coldly. ‘Mr. Malfoy, come over here. Let’s see what you make of the famous Potter. And you, Miss Granger — you can partner Miss Bulstrode. Miss (Y/L/N)…’ he paused for a second, studying her features. ‘You go with Miss Parkinson.’
(Y/N) (Y/L/N)’s stomach dropped to her feet, watching her tormentor come closer sporting a cruel smile.
‘Face your partners!’ called Lockhart, back on the platform. ‘And bow!’
(Y/N) barely inclined her head, and so did Pansy, too full of herself to bow in front of (Y/L/N).
‘Wands at the ready!’ shouted Lockhart. ‘When I count to three, cast your charms to disarm your opponents — only to disarm them — we don’t want any accidents — one … two … three —’
(Y/N) tried to keep a steady pose, but she saw how the point of her wand shaked, unable to aim properly. Her feet couldn’t keep their balance, and her heart thumped hard against her ribcage, trying to escape from the danger. She was sure that Pansy wouldn’t just try to disarm her, that she would try to hurt her. It was difficult to draw air into her lungs, and her tongue felt leathery against her dried out palate.
Pansy attacked first, not waiting for the three. (Y/N) couldn’t quite make out which spell she pronounced through the buzzing inside her ears, but it sent her straight to the floor, landing painfully on her back.
Lockhart was running around and screaming like a headless chicken, trying to restore order in the middle of the havoc he himself had allowed to unleash.
‘I said disarm only!’ Lockhart shouted in alarm over the heads of the battling crowd, ‘Stop! Stop!’ He screamed, but nobody listened, or feared him enough to obey, until Severus’ voice raised:
‘Finite Incantatem!’ he shouted, and (Y/N) looked around.
A haze of greenish smoke was hovering over the scene. Both Neville and his partner were lying on the floor, panting; Hermione and Millicent Bulstrode were still moving; Millicent had Hermione in a headlock and Hermione was whimpering in pain; both their wands lay forgotten on the floor. (Y/N) tried to get up and aid her friend, but luckily, Harry, who was closer, leapt forward and pulled Millicent off with great effort. She then glanced up to look at Severus, who was watching from afar, looking utterly displeased.
‘Dear, dear,’ said Lockhart, skittering through the crowd, looking at the aftermath of the duels. ‘Up you go, Macmillan… . Careful there, Miss Fawcett… . Pinch it hard, it’ll stop bleeding in a second, Boot —’
‘I think I’d better teach you how to block unfriendly spells,’ said Lockhart, standing flustered in the midst of the hall. He glanced at Snape too, whose black eyes glinted, and looked quickly away. (Y/N), on the contrary, glared at the D.A.D.A professor with hatred as she got back up to her feet. Could there be a worse instructor? She didn’t think so.
Then, with Professor Snape’s intervention, Draco Malfoy and Harry were chosen to do a demonstration on whatever Lockhart wanted to teach next. The scene was just pathetic to watch from outside. Lockhart attempted a complicated sort of wiggling action while explaining Harry what he had to do, and dropped it. Snape smirked as Lockhart quickly picked it up.
‘Whoops — my wand is a little overexcited —’
(Y/N) thought it was rather polite of her Head to avoid laughing loudly at the lame exemplification of Lockhart.
Snape moved closer to Malfoy, bent down, and whispered something in his ear. Malfoy smirked, too.
Everyone gathered around the stage, watching the performance that was about to happen. (Y/N) was sure that Malfoy would win, for the sole reason that he had a competent teacher on his side.
‘Three — two — one — go!’ he shouted.
Malfoy raised his wand quickly.
‘Serpensortia!’ He bellowed.The end of his wand exploded. Harry watched, aghast, as a long black snake shot out of it, fell heavily onto the floor between them, and raised itself, ready to strike. There were screams as the crowd backed swiftly away, clearing the floor.
‘Don’t move, Potter,’ said Snape lazily, clearly enjoying the sight of Harry standing motionless, eye to eye with the angry snake.
‘I’ll get rid of it… .Allow me!’ shouted Lockhart. He brandished his wand at the snake and there was a loud bang; the snake, instead of vanishing, flew ten feet into the air and fell back to the floor with a loud smack. Enraged, hissing furiously, it slithered straight toward Justin Finch-Fletchley and raised itself again, fangs exposed, poised to strike.
Harry walked forward and his tongue flicked against his front teeth, producing soft hisses. The crowd watched in horror, and Harry grinned at Justin.
‘What do you think you’re playing at?!’ he shouted, and then turned and stormed out of the hall.
Snape stepped forward, waved his wand, and the snake vanished in a small puff of black smoke. Snape, too, was looking at Harry in an unexpected way: It was a shrewd and calculating look.
Murmurs began rising in the room, and then Ron steered Harry out of the Hall, and Hermione hurriedly accompanied them.
Severus managed to calm down the students, and the session went on for a while.
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As soon as (Y/N)’s eyes fluttered open the next morning, a smile crept to the corner of her lips, remembering the previous day. She turned around to look at her wand, which rested on the nightstand. In the end, she had been able to cast a potent Expelliarmus that nearly made Pansy backflip, right when Severus was looking.
She stirred her body and reached for it, holding it delicately between her fingers.
The dim light was barely enough to let her see the carvings of her wand, and she finally decided to get up.
First, she grabbed her clothes from the trunk and closed the curtains surrounding her bed for privacy, and then, she took off her pyjamas.
(Y/N) examined her naked skin; new bruises were starting to emerge in places they usually didn’t, probably due to the previous day’s duels.
Fantastic, she thought, observing the mixture of the yellowish older ones, the new blue ones and some of a burgundy tone that were still forming. Those were usually the most painful ones, so she avoided touching them. Once she had her robes on, (Y/N) flung open the curtains with both hands and sat on the bed, with her feet hanging. She had her stockings on already, and she only needed to put on her shoes now.
(Y/N) slid down just enough for her feet to touch the floor, but…
Eh?
Her shoes weren’t where she remembered leaving them last night.
Maybe I left them under the bed….
And she kneeled down, and checked under. There was a small bag with a stock of biscuits she had been hoarding, but no shoes at sight.
Strange… Maybe I put them in the trunk and forgot?
(Y/N) hurriedly crawled to the trunk and opened it…
Nope.
Just the few scattered clothes she still had from Severus and school stuff.
(Y/N) had been trying hard to suppress her uneasiness, but now it was really getting to her.
Under the bed, I need to check under the bed again.
But the biscuits bag laid in the same place, by itself. Still no shoes.
Perhaps I haven’t looked right.
And she turned around to look at where they should have been.
Maybe someone kicked them?
She proceeded to look under the neighbouring beds, feeling bad about snooping around, but nothing of hers was to be found there.
(Y/N) stood in the middle of the empty room for almost a minute with a blank stare, inmobile.
That is, until a burning rage switched something inside her brain, and she kicked her mattress with anger once, twice, three times, until it was displaced and her foot hurted.
Then, (Y/N) plopped down on the dismantled bed and felt her eyes swell quickly with tears.
Now what? She couldn’t just run around barefoot! People would notice!
She thought hard of something to obtain a new pair of shoes without anybody knowing.
Maybe… she could transfigure something else into a new pair of shoes?
That might work.
(Y/N) got up again, and searched the dorm for a pair of objects that resembled shoes.
Socks, perhaps? No… as silly as it may look, (Y/N) couldn’t visualise socks as anything else other than socks, which was quite necessary in order to transform something into something else. It was all about focusing, and creating the most detailed model in your mind you could achieve.
She was pacing around, groaning in frustration as she squeezed out her brain for a solution, when a face came to her mind.
It was a face framed by a frizzy mane, and it had a bossy air to it…
Hermione!
If there was anyone in the castle that could help her discreetly, that was Hermione Granger.
(Y/N) put on an extra pair of stockings to protect her feet from the cold stone floors and left the dormitories with renewed hopes.
The Slytherin first checked the Great Hall from outside; the long tables were back in their correspondent place, but Hermione was not there.
Then, (Y/N) proceeded to search through the hallways, but.. nothing.
Last night, a blizzard had started falling, so all classes taking place outdoors were cancelled. (Y/N) assumed that Hermione would be in the Library, catching up in her free time, but she was wrong. At least, Madam Pince seemed satisfied with (Y/N)’s extra muffled steps, because she gave her the tiniest of the smiles. (Y/N) somehow felt privileged, doubting anyone alive or dead in the castle had ever seen the librarian smile.
The girl walked back to the dorm in disappointment. The one time she really needed Hermione, and she was probably in the common room! She sped up her pace, wanting to arrive to arrive to her own common room before the students began emptying the classrooms.
She reflected on the situation; why had her shoes vanished?
She was sure to have left them by the bed’s side, and one does not just go and lose their shoes, right?
Could someone from the dorm have borrowed them? What kind of person borrows your shoes without leaving at least a note?!
Was this a prank for hanging out too much with the Gryffindors?
(Y/N) bumped right into her answer; turning around a corner in the dungeons, she ran into something big and bulky, but also soft.
When she looked up, she saw Millicent Bulstrode smiling with malice, and Pansy’s ugly pug face popped up from behind her.
‘Looking for something, (Y/L/N)?’
Then, it clicked in her brain.
Of course, who else would be willing to steal anyone’s shoes almost in winter?
Who would feel the imperative need to harass someone that never really wanted to have anything to do with her to begin with?
Who could be sore with (Y/N)?
Pansy Parkinson.
The answer to all of those questions was Pansy Parkinson.
(Y/N) glared with narrowed eyes at the girl,
‘You! It was you!’ She yelled, and Pansy and Bulstrode cackled in unison.
‘This isn’t funny Pansy!’ (Y/N) moved to the side in order to face Pansy. Bulstrode tried to grab her by the arm, but only grasped air. ‘Give them back! NOW!’
As a student, Severus Snape was actually fascinated by this class which was led by the head of Slytherin. His parents had never told him about it, so he viewed it from a scientific viewpoint and asked lots of questions. This resulted in lots of laughter and teasing from his peers. He quickly learned not to speak up and became incredibly embarrassed by anything and everything to do with puberty.
As a teacher, he now has to give the “birds and the bees & the sex talk”. He loathes it. He teaches the class very scientifically and sticks to facts and statistics. Occasionally a student like himself will innocently ask very personal questions. The students laugh…but mostly because Snape answers so dryly as he turns red FROM HEAD TO TOE.
After class, Snape will pull the child aside and give them a book with more information because it’s what he would have wanted.
So, I was having a fairly good day when realization struck hard! Just realized the man Severus Snape grew to become was not because of his choices and but merely the circumstances and how ‘bitterly unfair life was’to him.
What if…he did not have to grow up in poverty and in a broken family?
What if…his father was loving towards him?
What if…he wasn’t sorted too quickly and was put in Gryffindor?
What if…he had more friends at Hogwarts?
What if…he was not bullied by the Marauders?
What if…he never called Lily a 'mudblood’?
What if…he never joined the death-eaters?
What if…him and Lily were always together?
What if…Voldemort chose Neville instead of Harry?
What if...he did not have to spy for Dumbledore?
What if…he never had to make the Unbreakable Vow to protect Draco?
What if…he never had to kill Dumbledore?
WHAT IF LIFE WAS JUST A LITTLE KINDER TO HIM!?
This honestly just makes me cry. Thinking about the person he could have become if he never had to face any of the above, it just so depressing.
You stood paralyzed and frozen staring at the lifeless body that lay at your feet. Your eyes wide with your arms around your torso in an effort to cover your exposed body. All that clothed you were shreds of your robes with large rips. You shook violently with fear as silent tears streamed down you face.
Severus stood in horror and made his way to you. He had never seen you so engulfed in fear. It was evident in your widened eyes. A desperate need to protect you washed over him as he studied your small and bent frame. He examined the bruises and cuts that covered your face and arms. Taking notice of your tattered clothes, he moved closer to your quivering form and wrapped his warm cloak around your shoulders.
“y/n”
He spoke your name softly. Suddenly noticing his presence, you whipped your head to look up at the tall figure next to you and clutched the fabric of his cloak bringing it closer to your chest. The fear in your eyes faded as a sense of relief crept in.
“Severus”
You whispered and snuggled against him and away from the lifeless form on the floor. You wrapped your hands around his shoulders and clung to him as if your life depended on it. He brought his hands to you back and gently stroked your disheveled hair in an effort to calm you. You sobbed into his chest and stayed in that position for what seemed like hours.
“Shh…It’s alright love.”
The potions master tried to soothe you, not being able to see you so broken in his arms. Holding you closer to his heart he closed his eyes and placed a light kiss on your head.
“What have you done Severus?”
“He was hurting you y/n, I’d do anything to keep you safe.”
The only thing that mattered to the two of you now was that you were safe and both of you were in your favorite place, each others arms.
This is exactly how I imagine the scene.
Credits to the beautiful artwork goes to original owner :)
Summary: Years after Lily’s death, Severus falls in love with you, a fellow professor at Hogwarts. You understand him and heal his broken heart. You know all about his spy role and accept him for who he is. After Minerva chases Severus away from Hogwarts he needs to see you once for the last time.
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It had been months since the death of Dumbledore, and since your husband got the tags of a murderer and traitor. Death-eaters invaded and took over the entire school. The once bright halls and corridors, were now cold and dark. It broke your heart to see the staff and students shoot disgusted glares at your husband. But you had to remain silent and endure all the pain.
You and Severus have been married 8 years and it had been some of the best years of your life. You taught astronomy at Hogwarts for the past 11 years and the place was what you called home. Severus told you all about his double agent role and the task he was entrusted with by Dumbledore himself. He had to kill Albus. Knowing well enough of the consequences, he had to agree to do finish the task. And now a traitor and coward was what everyone called him. But for you, he was always the bravest person you’d ever met.
Today was the day Harry Potter returned to Hogwarts. Your husband had just fled the great hall after a short duel with Minerva, only defending her spells. The war had officially begun. You were confused and scared at the same time. The last time there was a war, thousand all across the country died. You had no idea weather or not you or Severus were going to survive this.
Without knowing where to go, you run outside and help the others set up protection charms, when a familiar looking bird lands on your shoulder. It was Severus’s owl. It held a letter in it’s beak and flew away as soon as you grabbed the letter. With clammy hands, you rip it open and read it.
My love,
The war has begun and the Dark Lord will surely demand my presence soon. I cannot assure you weather or not we will survive this, I trust you know that too. I will wait for you in Hogsmeade. Please be careful on your way. I love you.
S.S
The second you read the last word, you ran as fast as your legs could carry you heading to the village of Hogsmeade. Once you reached there, you looked around frantically for your husband. Hurriedly you searched all the streets.
Suddenly, someone gripped your arm and dragged you into a narrow dark alley. Just as you were about to scream, your mouth was covered tightly by a cold hand.
“It’s me dear.”
You stopped fighting the grip once you heard the soothing familiar voice. He let you go and you were staring at those familiar black pools of eyes.
“Severus!”
You fell into his safe arms as you relished the feeling of being held by your husband.
“It’s all right y/n.we’re safe for now.”
“I missed you.”
“I know, so did I.”
He gently stroked your hair as you closed you eyes and lost yourself in the warmth.
“What do we do now?”
You asked taking a step back so you could look at him.
“I need to go meet the dark lord. You need to go back to Hogwarts. Help them.”
You nodded and pressed your lips to his. He kissed you passionately and held you close. After an eternity, you broke apart.
“We need to go. I love you y/n.Always.”
“Always.”
With that you take a last look at the man you love and started walking back to Hogwarts.
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Lost in your thoughts, you don’t notice the dark figure following you.
“In a hurry you filthy mudblood?”
Said a high-pitched voice behind you. You look back and it’s the last person you wanted too see.
“Bellatrix.”
You spat, hatred heavy in your voice.
“What do you-”
Before you could finish, you were on the ground, squirming and whimpering, under the Cruciatus curse. Without being able to take it anymore you screamed until your throat was raw. Tears flowed down your face as the pain worsened. With a tap of the wand, the pain increased ten-fold as you screamed bloody hell.
Severus, who was making his way to the Shrieking Shack, was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard your voice screaming. His eyes widened as he raced towards the directed from where your voice echoed.
Once the curse stopped, the maniac witch climbed over you and pulled out her dagger. She traced your face with the tip.
“I’ve heard things about you. They say you’re beautiful. But i think not.”
She bent down to your ear and whispered.
“Not after this.”
With that she dug the dagger on your skin above your eye brow. Dragging it down toward you cheeks. The pain was unbearable as you felt your flesh ripping. Bloody screams were torn from your throat. Your cries broke Severus’s heart as he hurried trying to locate you.
Bellatrix’s mad cackles ceased suddenly as she looked at your now scarred face and grinned.
“That was fun!”
You tried pushing her off but you were too weak. She raised her wand and with a wide grin, sliced your throat. This happened just as Severus found you. He saw the crazy witch slice the throat of his wife. Sprinting towards you, he shot a killing curse at Bellatrix.
He kneeled next to you. And stared at your vandalized face in horror. He tried several healing spells on the large open wound on your neck but nothing helped. Blood oozed out and stained your robes, forming a pool beneath you. Tears rolled down your husbands cheeks as he gently pulled you into his lap trying his best not to hurt you more.
“y/n…I am so sorry. There’s nothing I can do.”
“It’s al-right Sev. I-I love yo-you…so much.”
You slowly raised a hand and placed it on his cheek. He placed his hand on top of your much smaller one and gripped it tight.
“It’s hi-hideous is it n-not? My face.”
His heart broke when you asked him. You were always beautiful to him, no matter what.
“No, no my love. You are beautiful. You will always be.”
He cupped your face and looked into your eyes fondly.
“Th-thank you Severus, f-for everything.”
“No,y/n,thank you, thank you for making my life so much better, so much brighter. I love you my dear.”
You wanted to say something but you began coughing and choking. Blood trickled down your lips. You spoke faintly though the coughs.
“I wil b-be with y-you. Al-always.”
You watched your husband nod and sob as he bent down until your lips met. Ignoring the blood that got on his lips, he placed a gentle kiss on your lips and on your scarred forehead.
And with that your vision blurred and faded into darkness. Severus watched as the life and light from your warm eyes faded. He cried out loudly and hugged your lifeless body.
“Alwaysy/n.”
He whispered through the cries and held you closer to his heart.
8 years ago he fell in love with you and you changed his world forever until this day where you left him in his arms.
Summary: The dark lord being the evil pure-blood maniac ordered all his death-eaters to capture half-bloods and muggle-borns and torture them to death. Severus being one of Voldemort’s most trusted follower was entrusted with something different. Out of the many methods of being immortal, one was to produce an heir. He wanted an heir. But him being incapable of producing an heir he gave the job to Severus who carries the blood of the Prince family. But the woman who shall carry the child is unwilling to give in.
Snape being the gentleman we know would never hurt anyone unless absolutely necessary. Especially with it being a woman. Instead, he put all effort into brewing a potion which will need just the blood of the father to produce a child.
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It was just another midnight death eater meeting. Muggle-borns being killed and tortured ruthlessly. The dark lord closed his eyes and was deep in though when he was pulled out by a familiar voice.
“You called for me, my lord?”
“Ah Severus, yes. You keep providing me with your loyal services and bring me valuable information but this time I need more. Much more.”
Seeing that he was waiting for an answer Snape replied.
“Of course my lord. Whatever you desire.”
“You know what I most desire Severus. You are a clever man. On my mission of being immortal stand several barriers. I have been trying various methods but one remains….an heir. I need you to deliver me one.”
The sociopath was trying various ways to achieving immortality but an heir was not something he had yet considered. Severus scanned through the risks and dangers of agreeing. While he also was reminded that if he denied, the dark lord’s suspicions would rise and his cover would be blown. Leaving him with no option, but to agree.
“Anything you order me to do my lord. May I request the details?”
“There is a woman about whom a prophecy has been stated. She possesses the power to destroy me, but we need to turn that against her. Although the blood that runs through her veins is muggle blood, the power needs to be put to my use.”
Severus could see this heading to nowhere good and he prepared himself for the worst that could happen.
“The woman shall be captured and brought here tomorrow by Bellatrix. And I will need you to impregnate her as soon as you can. Of course she will be unwilling to submit herself, but do what you will have to. Details of this task must remain between the Malfoys, Bellatrix, you and me, only. Do you understand, Severus?”
“Yes my lord. I will try my best.”
“Good, you may depart. I will meet you here tomorrow by 11.”
With a slight bow Snape disapparated back to his house on Spinner’s End. How was he going to do this? Forcing himself over a woman just for the need to producing an heir. There has to be another way.
Covered in a slight layer of cold sweat, he rushed to the fireplace and Floo called Dumbledore to convey the dreadful news.
***
In a few minutes, the headmaster was in Severus’s living room.
“What was so important, Severus?”
“Take a seat, you might as well need it.”
Albus did as told as Severus sucked in a deep breath and sunk down on the chair opposite the older man.
“There was a meeting and the dark lord has assigned me a task. Which apparently is a way of making him immortal.”
“What is the task.”
“A prophecy has been stated about a woman with the power to vanquish the dark lord and he wants an heir. An heir whose mother must be the said woman. He needs me to do the deed. With her being unwilling and possibly a muggle-born.”
A heavy and tense silence settled in as Albus was deep in thought about the news he’d just received.
“What do I do Albus?”
Severus asked with the look of a helpless and defeated man.
“You will have to do it Severus. If not, you will be exposed and all effort would be in vain. I will think of an alternative and let you know. When will you have to do it?”
“Tomorrow night. 11 pm.”
He whispered gravely and looked into Albus’ curious blue eyes.
“I am sorry my boy. I would offer my assistance if I could.”
“Sorry does not make it any better Albus.”
***
The time had arrived. He had no other option but to do as said. With clammy hands he put on his death-eater robes and mask and apparated to the Malfoy Manor.
The place was empty, cold and deserted. He scanned the hall for any sign of the dark lord but he was no where to be seen.
“Severus. Follow me.”
It was Lucius. Severus followed him down to the dungeons, passing cells with prisoners and house-elfs, and stopped in front of a wall at the end of the dingy corridor with cells on either side. With a wave of Lucius’s wand, the stone wall ahead vanished revealing a large room where he was met with a horrendous sight.
In front of him stood the dark lord, Narcissa and Bellatrix. The lunatic witch was knelt over a woman and carved the infamous slur ‘mudlood’ on her pale flesh. Shrill screams and cries echoed through the room and resonated across as Severus watched with his emotionless mask on.
His eyes widened by seeing who the woman was.
“Ah just in time Severus.”
Said the dark lord as they all turned his attention to him.
“The woman has been obliviated so she forgets her past and herself. You know what to do. You shall have your privacy. Lucius and Narcissa will be around if you must need anything.”
With that the 4 of them left of the room. Leaving Severus alone with the woman who was sobbing profusely.
“What are you going to do to me?”
She whimpered and stared up at Severus.
“I don’t want to hurt you. But I need your help for that. His orders are for me to impregnate you. But I cannot do that. There is another way.”
She stared at him with an unfathomable expression. Of course, who would want to bear the child of a filthy man like him. It was understandable.
“Are you not one of them?”
“I am. I cannot reveal anymore to you. I will try my best to create a potion which will not need us to do the deed, but will get you to bear a child.”
“You must not disclose this to anyone.”
With that Severus walked away to a corner of the room and pulled out a small leather pouch from his pocket and enlarged it.
It was a cauldron and several bottles and viles of ingredients. And with that he got to work and began brewing while the woman silently stared at him with respect.
***
After hours of work over the cauldron, Severus looked at the woman to see she was asleep on the floor. That was when he realized how long he had taken. He took slow steps towards her and gently shook her awake. Her eyes flew open as she realized where she was and bolted up.
“I’m sorry, I was tired.”
“The potion is ready. Would you like taking it now or at another time?”
“I’ll take it now.”
With a quick nod he walked to the steaming cauldron and dropped in a few drops of his blood in the potion after making a small cut with a kitchen knife. The potion boiled and turned a deep shade of crimson.
After pouring the liquid into a narrow small vile, he handed to the woman who stood opposite him.
“Will it work?”
“It will.”
She brought the vile to her lips and emptied it’s contents. Will a relieved expression she faced Severus and said.
“Thank you very much”
He averted his eyes and nodded.
“Anything for you Lily”
The red haired woman in front of him look up at him and smiled warmly at him. Those green eyes that bore into his soul.
***
THE END
Should I make a part 2?
**This idea just popped in my head over breakfast and also my very first imagine so it might not be the best**
Gift piece for a friend of mine as a thank you for buying me a Snape figurine off of Etsy! I lowkey hate how hard this popped off lmao.
But yooo nothing like meeting your colleague in the street of London and lighting his cigarette for him in a totally heterosexual way am I right fellas?
