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ensnapemysenses · 1 year

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I suffer from Chronic Insomnia, Anxiety, and paranoia so to ask you to request this is truly nervewracking.

I love the character Severus Snape so much because of the shared emotional damage and personality traits. I was wondering if you could by chance, perhaps, write an oc or y/n story with Snape. Maybe the oc (preferably a female) just graduated Hogwarts, top of her Slytherin house in Defence Against the Dark Arts and Potions. Snape and her are on an acquantiship level and Dumbledore asks the oc or y/n to join the Order of the Phoenix. She accepts and Dumbeldore organizes for her to 'join' the Death Eaters to spy on them like Severus does. Severus is outraged that Dumbledore would do such a thing to a young girl and helps the graduated girl like a mentor. I would especially love if there was a special scene where Snape calms the girl down after she receives the painful Dark Mark.

Sorry to intrude,

Anon

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Pairing: Snape x Gender-neutral Reader (Plantonic! Mentor Snape!)

Genre: SFW

Warnings: Kinda sad, kidnapping, light bondage, pain, insomnia, mention of anxiety, if I missed anything let me know

A/N: Though my requests are currently closed I decided to go ahead and write this anyway since I had a similiar scene in my abandoned? long fic that I could tweak to make work. I hope you like it!

Word Count: 1,157

You knew what you were getting into when you agreed on joining The Order, accepting Dumbledore’s offer. You knew the plans he had for you, to infiltrate the Death Eaters as a spy alongside Severus. After all, two spies are always better than one in case one gets discovered.

Severus had recommended you to join the ranks upon Dumbledore's orders. He had talked you up, spoke highly of your skills in potions and defense against the dark arts, and how you were top of Slytherin class. He told The Dark Lord of all of your accomplishments while in school and recommended you, pushing for your acceptance. But he did so with hatred in his heart, wishing that Dumbledore hadn’t ordered it. He had fought against the plan but eventually succumbed to it.

In order to help protect you, Severus began to mentor you in occlumency. He knew this was the one way to help keep your operations undercover and to also protect your mind from The Dark Lord’s prying. You had picked up the needed skills with ease and soon enough you were ready to implement the plan.

“It’s happening tonight,” Severus whispered in your ear, appearing at your side for a moment after The Order meeting, and then he disappeared, leaving you terrified and alone. You knew that he had no choice, he had to return to Voldemort's side before his absence was noticed but even the warning doesn’t calm your nerves in the slightest.

They come for you in the dead of the night, stirring you from sleep. Long flowing robes and masked faces surround your bed. They bind your arms and legs and then disapparate you to an unknown place, leaving you alone in a dark empty room. Severus comes for you shortly after and helps you to your feet, whispering a few words of encouragement into your ear.

As your eyes adjust to the low light of the room you can just make out the sight of a long corridor-like room with no windows, a few lit torches on the walls, and a throne-like chair at the end. Each step that you take on the hard shiny black tiles reverberates around the room, sending echoes everywhere. Your heart rate quickens, your mouth grows dry, and there are beads of sweat rolling down your face. Severus’s tight grip on your arm is the only thing keeping you standing.

The throne is now right in front of you but now you can see that it is turned around and facing the wall. Severus throws you down roughly in front of it, a look of sorrow on his face for a split second before it disappears.

“Kneel,” Severus demands coldly and you obediently do as he asks.

“My Lord, I have brought them to you,” Severus says. He is now standing several feet behind you, but you dare not look up as the chair in front of you swivels around to face you. Your eyes instantly dart to the floor and you bow your head in respect.

“So this is the fine specimen I have heard so much about,” Voldemort hisses. He reaches down and lifts your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him and you close off your mind instantly. “My, my,” he tuts. “It seems they are also very skilled at occlumency, how delightful.”

“Indeed, my Lord. I taught them myself,” Severus says in a low and calm voice. “After all, they were my favorite student. I have been preparing them for the day you were to rise.”

“How very good of you,” Voldemort tuts, as he lets go of your chin. “You have made me proud, dear Severus. I expected nothing less from my most esteemed servant while I was away. Now, are you ready to receive your dark mark, branding you as my own?” Voldemort drawls, grabbing your left arm. He pulls up your sleeve and runs the tip of his wand over your forearm slowly.

“I am, my Lord,” you respond.

Voldemort cuts you a devilish grin and mutters the spell to burn you with his mark. You bite down on your tongue to keep from screaming in agony and your eyes begin to water. Somehow you manage to keep the tears from falling.

“Good, my child. Welcome to my inner circle. Severus, please escort them back to their home. I will call upon them when I desire their attention again.”

Severus bows deeply and helps you up from your kneeling position. He holds out his arm and you place your hand on it and apparates the two of you back to your home. Once there, he drops his facade and you can clearly see the panic set in on his face.

“Are you okay?” he asks with wide eyes as he examines your dark mark.

“It stings a little still but I’ll be okay,” you wince at his touch. You’re trying to keep it together and stay calm but you know you are failing.

“I can tell you’re lying and I know from experience that the pain won’t go away for a few days. Here let me put some healing salve on it.” Severus reaches into his cloak and pulls out a little glass jar and he smears some of it on your mark. “There, that should help.”

The ointment takes a soothing cooling effect quickly and you let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Severus. That really helps.” Now that the pain has subsided, you can feel yourself coming down from your adrenaline high and panic starting to settle in. “I- I think you should go now,” you stammer, hot tears beginning to flow down your face.

“I can’t leave you like this,” Severus whispers. “You can talk to me. Come here.”

Sweeping you up into his arms, he holds you tight as your tears soak his clothing; but he doesn’t complain. In fact, he just lets you stutter your way through how you are feeling and he listens intently, offering you a comforting rub on your back every so often. He knows exactly how you feeling at the current moment, but he also knows that sleep will help tremendously.

“I can give you a sleeping draught if you desire,” he mutters, wiping the tears away from your face. “It’s also laced with a peaceful draught. It’ll calm your nerves and help you sleep.”

“I - I think that might help,” you respond, eye pleading with him for some relief.

He nods and removes a small glass vial from his jacket. “Here, take this.”

You down it in one gulp and immediately feel your eyes beginning to grow heavy and your anxiety ebbing away. Severus picks you up and carries you to your bed, tucking you in. The last thing you hear before you drift off to sleep is his gentle and caring words.

“Rest, child. For the hardest part of this is still to come.”

#snape fic #professor snape fic #snape drabble #professor snape drabble #mentor snape #ensnapemysenses

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enfinizatics · 11 months

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just thinking about an insufferable brat with emotional trauma and a savior complex, and his mentally damaged git of a mentor.

#severitus #god i love these two so much #they are so mentally deranged #severus who doesn’t know how to be a father figure and fails miserably while trying to be one #harry who doesn’t trust any adults #much less the dungeon bat #but they’re trying their best!!!!#im like so obsessed with these two #snape mentors harry #severus snape #harry potter #harry james potter #pro snape #snape community #pro severus snape

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severistia · 3 months

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ok but snape and luna with a some kind of mentor (???) dynamic

he would be so confused by her at first, but she's a strange kid that's being bullied and this is so painfully relatable.

and luna is just luna, she would definitely know that snape's keeping some kind of secret, but she also would never tell this to anyone. just notice that he's always sad for some reason.

#we actually need more mentor dynamics with girls being the student (?? is this the right word im not sure lol)#but I love them so much #still sad we never saw severus with hufflepuffs or ravenclaws #luna lovegood #severus snape #pro severus snape #hp

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snapeysister · 9 months

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Severus and Harry in Cokeworth. Watercolours.

#thank you art therapy #just some random severitus idea #severitus #mentor!snape #dad!snape #severus snape #harry potter #cokeworth #snart #wizarding world #watercolour

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snapesmorningcoffee · 3 months

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✨Rejoice not against me, O mine enemy: when I fall I shall arise✨

My first ever Severitus fanficbind is out! ⚡️

There is a LOT thing to say about this fiction. The fiction is start 2007 even before HBP and DH out and it completed in 2021. Also my first ever read Severitus fiction is this!

I think we all read fanfictions to replace the canon, and this NEEDED to be CANON.

The characterization is made perfectly. When i read it really feel i read Harry, Snape, Dumbledore and it makes in canon universe. So I think Kirby Lane really understands HP world so well.

And also it is thickest book i have ever bound so you might seem the mistakes that i made, but it is okay, because it is my first time! But i am happy how it turned out (except cover, God when i become good with covers?!) i made typesetting by myself and inspired from original HP books. Because i want this fic gives canon vibe. So i made cover with using ai and Mary Grandpre’s amazing works for it to gave canon vibes. 😌 so you see also the bookcloth is smaller than book 😵‍💫 i think about re-make the cover. But until then… it is finished! What you guys think? And also if you read Severitus what is your favorite fanfiction? Tell me about it *ready to taking notes*

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augment-techs · 2 years

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Hello, I found those commissions mentioned here where Harry Potter goes back in time. I really like them, but the links to Deviantart are broken. Where can I find them all because I am hooked!

This is all I have, I’m afraid. I never could get beyond the ideas in my head and the small summary board I’ve already posted. The commission work is lovely though, ain’t it?

#HP #Harry Potter #severus snape #remus lupin #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #regulus black #minerva mcgonagall #bellatrix black #andromeda black #ted tonks #lucius malfoy #mrs snape #time-travel AU #reverse severitus mentor AU #as always: FUCK JKR #desi harry potter

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hp-fanfic-archive · 4 months

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Hi! I’m looking for an old severitus fanfic on Ao3. The main idea was that snape got injured and was forced to hide at privet drive for recovery. I think there are a couple fics with this premise but finding any would be helpful!!

The fic that I can think of that best matches this description is In Care Of by Fangs_Fawn

#hp fic rec #lost and found #severitus #snape mentors harry #James speaks

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iamaboredpotatonugget · 2 years

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My Fav Severitis Fics Part 1

After Harry blows up Aunt Marge, Dumbledore decides it's not safe for Harry to spend the rest of the summer at the Leaky Cauldron, and instead sends him to stay at Spinner’s End with Professor Snape.

It's tense, awkward, and teeming with misunderstandings...but it might be the best thing that's happened to either of them. They're both been without a family for a very long time.

Severus thinks of the crack of his father’s belt across his back. He can’t send a child back to that. He can’t do it.

Every summer, Snape takes Harry to the ocean. It’s strange how much kindness can hurt when it reveals what you’ve been missing.

When Harry appears at the Welcoming Feast wearing a glamor only Snape notices, Snape decides to find out what the glamor is hiding.

He is your penance. Each time you watch him silently thrash in a nightmare, or watch his shoulders slump when you prevent him from cleaning something, you remind yourself that this is what you have wrought. Each mouthful of food that you coax him to swallow is a silent prayer of apology. Every flinch is a moment of purgatory, and you accept your due with stoicism.

“You aren’t afraid of me. Why?” He asked, head cocked to the side as he openly studied Harry.

Harry’s smile was brilliant.

“Because you aren’t scary.”

Harry’s occlumency reveals his disturbing home life which sets off a chain reaction that cannot be undone. Snape finds himself begrudgingly caring about the bespectacled boy, Harry discovers what it's like to have adults who care, and Hermione finds herself becoming an accidental crime lord. Draco Malfoy is very much along for the ride, in all senses of the word.

A letter from home? A letter from family? Well, Harry Potter knows he has neither, but all the same, it starts with a letter from Surrey. Whatever the Dursleys have to say, it can't be anything good, so Harry's determined to ignore it. But when the Potions Master forces him to read his letter, Harry gets sent down a path he'd never have walked on his own.

“I- I wasn’t trying to kill myself, Professor,” Harry said softly.

Snape glared at him, only slightly less cold than usual. “Then just what were you trying to do?”

“I was just going to… cut myself.”

Snape blinked and kept his eyes closed for a moment, rolling them as he opened them once more. “Obviously.”

Harry only defeated Voldemort because he wanted a good night’s sleep.

#fanfic #fanfic rec #pro severus #professor snape #severitis #snape content #ao3 recs #ao3 link #harry potter fandom #snape fanfiction #mentor Snape #fanfiction reccomendations #harry potter fanfic rec #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #potions and snitches #potterhead #hogwarts #harry potter fic

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automaticcroissantbatsludge · 1 year

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Fanfic idia

Snape became mentor/father figure for Slytherin student who came from non-slytherin family (preferred gryffindor)

Snape noticed that one of his second year student wore hand me down robe and used second hand book although when they were in first year thy had new ones. First Snape

Thought their parents were broke but he noticed that their non-slytherin sibling still wore new robe and used new books. Snape knew that their parents neglected them because they were Slytherin. Snape took them under his wing

#pro snape #snape defense #snape #severus snape #snapedefense #anti snaters #snapedefender #snape mentor

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realitybitesyouknowit · 1 year

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Summary: Salazar Slytherin bound Earth, Air, Fire and Water to himself and through him to his descendants. Now that Voldemort has been resurrected he shall assume his inheritance. But who are his elementals?

Warning: Slash (male/male), Sex Scenes, Violence, Gore, Character Deaths, Manipulative Dumbledore… You've been warned.

Pairing: Voldemort/Harry Potter

This one reminds me of another I can't remember not so much the dracken hybrids as they were all children of Voldy's followers. I believe Harry was a fire elemental that time rathe than Earth. On another note as fascinating as I find this story it is incomplete you have been warned. Also we never got around to anything to sexual more like possessive hugging and petting in dreams. Also the gore and violence levels were pretty neutral as Chapter 20 leaves off with the warning of War about to take place.

Spoiler tags as they are more to help me remember when I go hunting for things.

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soliloqueeer · 11 months

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Chapters: 8/30 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Remus Lupin & Harry Potter, Harry Potter & Severus Snape, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter, Harry Potter & Diary Tom Riddle, Marlene McKinnon & Harry Potter, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom & Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Weasley Family (Harry Potter), Other Character Tags to Be Added, Diary Tom Riddle, Neville Longbottom Additional Tags: Female Harry Potter, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Build, Parent Remus Lupin, Mentor Severus Snape, Hurt/Comfort, Family, Fluff, Friendship, Female Friendship, Parenthood, Werewolves, The Dark Arts (Harry Potter), Light Angst, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Grief/Mourning, Mystery, Drama, Tom Riddle's Diary, Eventual Romance, Mutual Pining, Past Child Abuse, Accidental Magic (Harry Potter), Childhood Summary:

When Emma Potter - the Girl-Who-Lived - is taken from the Dursleys by a mysterious man named Severus Snape, the course of her life is forever changed.

When Severus Snape rescued Lily Evans's daughter from the Dursleys, he didn’t plan for a 5-year-old girl to be in his care until Dumbledore found her a new home.

And when Dumbledore offers Remus Lupin the opportunity of a lifetime, there’s no way he can turn it down.

In which the Girl-Who-Lived is raised by a werewolf, sorted into Ravenclaw and mentored by a reluctant Potions Master (Fem!Harry, Alternative Universe).

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momo-t-daye · 2 years

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Hogwarts WW2 Gen thoughts

A few thoughts/headcanons that have been bopping about the inside of my skull like one of those old screensavers. Mostly about Eileen Prince, percolated after seeing this piece by @sneverussape and tracking down this post by @sneverussape and @owlzerness

(1)

Eileen was not the name her parents gave her

Eileen was the name used by her great-great-great aunt (or perhaps the terrible old lady was a cousin removed several times and ranked somewhere far from first, but the old woman insisted on “Aunt” as an honorific and the girl who wasn’t supposed to be Ileana anymore complied)

Her parents sent her away to England when she was seven.

They’d said there was a bad wizard, practically a monster, and that she would be safe in England. They couldn’t go with her, there was some complicated problem with past alliances and allegiances and pacts and family ties and protecting the dragons from Grindelwald and it would be dishonorable for them to flee to safety. But they could send her away. No one could blame them for sending her away.

They sent her away to England and told her there would be no bad wizards, no monsters with the face of a man, there. Hogwarts, they said, could provide a mostly acceptable education.

Aunt Agatha was not “a bad wizard” but she certainly wasn’t good. The old woman was a veritable hermit, shut-up in her sprawling, dusty, dilapidated house; bitterly parting with trinkets from her hoard to afford her daily bread and ruminating over her every misfortune.

Agatha Prince had no money, at least, no money she would deign to spend raising some child of distant relatives. She blamed her long-dead squib brother’s existence for her failure to secure a wealthy spouse and the life of leisure she deserved. Aunt Agatha often raged that neither the main branch of the Prince family nor the French line had the decency to provide for a poor spinster relation.

It offended Agatha’s every sensibility that the Prince family fortune should remain with little Gloriana, the last of the main branch in England, and then go to her daughter Augusta who wasn’t even born a Prince. Surely Agatha, as the eldest living Prince, should have control of the vault. Surely Agatha, as the eldest living Prince, should not be left destitute. Why, she’d sold the House Elf long ago, tearing out the very soul of her childhood home in the process. She needed her uncle’s gold if she was ever to leave the husk she’d made of her house.

Beneath Agatha Prince’s thumb was a not a very nice place for a child to grow up.

Eileen-no-longer-Ileana Prince personally would’ve preferred the distant terror of (and eventually death by-) Grindelwald and his forces over her life in the stranglehold of Aunt Agatha’s petty tyranny.

(2)

Ileana learned the English she needed to become Eileen by eavesdropping on muggle radio broadcasts.

Mimicking the radio voice was easier than trying to talk to one of the muggles in the village that still anchored Agatha’s home. Ileana, like her mother, had been born with her mind too open and external thoughts were always trying to get in through her eyes.

Aunt Agatha wasn’t interested in conversation. She told Eileen what chores to do (the chores a House Elf would’ve completed in a twinkle, had Agatha not been so foolish as to sell off her estate’s genius loci manifested) or she criticized Ileana for not being a sufficiently obedient Eileen.

Aunt Agatha demanded eye contact when it was time for a berating and Ileana-Eileen often went to bed with her head achingly full of Agatha Prince’s cruelest thoughts.

The radio was nice.

The radio didn’t have eyes.

(3)

Eileen Prince was sorted into Slytherin much to Aunt Agatha’s disgust.

Agatha assigned a malign influence to the Carpathians to explain why Eileen, unlike every properly English Prince, had fallen into Slytherin instead of rising up to one of the two tower Houses. It was then that Agatha realized how wise and right and justified she had been to refrain from offering any form of affection to the girl— for it was quite true that a serpent’s tooth was not as sharp as a thankless child.

(Long ago, Phineas Nigellus Black, by then engaged to Ursula Flint, had coldly rebuffed Agatha Prince’s attempts to secure his invitation to dance. She had nursed that grudge with more tenderness than she would ever show to a child in her care).

(4)

Gloriana Prince’s daughter Augusta, two years older than Eileen, was deeply suspicious of the girl claiming to be some third-cousin or something from the eastern branch of the Prince family. Augusta had met her Prince cousins from the French line, and Eileen didn’t look a thing like them (Augusta did not acknowledge just how much she looked like Eileen).

Eileen, very sensitive as she was, picked up on Augusta’s opinions before they were voiced and made a point of avoiding her cousin. It was easy enough, the Gryffindor tower was far from the Slytherin dungeon and there were only a few Inter-House clubs that might’ve encouraged students to mingle.

(5)

Abraxas Malfoy, prefect and co-captain of the Hogwarts Inter-House Gobstones Club with his Gryffindor friend Septimius, tended to come off as a bit of a pompous twit. But even if he was a pompous twit, he was a pompous twit that made a point of looking out for the awkward outsiders and the shy children and the students without the support system of a well-established family name. Maybe it was a Machiavellian move, collecting the lonely and obtaining their loyalty for the low price of a bit of attentiveness, but if that were truly the case then surely he should’ve aimed for a higher goal than the perpetuation of the school Gobstones Club.

Tom Riddle politely scorned Abraxas’ attempts at protection and informal adoption via enrollment in the Gobstones Club (Tom could appreciate the aesthetics of chess even if he didn’t like it when the pieces expressed their opinions but Gobstones were frankly disgusting) and so Abraxas Malfoy subsequently lost interest in the younger boy.

When Eileen Prince started school in the following year, Septimius was quick to spot the girl’s potential and Abraxas immediately designated her as his protégé and eventual successor.

This rather irked Walburga Black, who had already decided that Eileen Prince would attend on her in return for guidance and advice and an eventual introduction to polite society. Walburga made rather a habit of complaining to her cousin Cedrella, Abraxas’ fiancée by family agreement and arrangements, about Eileen’s involvement in the Gobstones Club.

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Eileen was impressed by Abraxas Malfoy’s enthusiasm about Gobstones and the unifying power of an Inter-House Club.

Eileen, who hadn’t played any games since she’d been sent to England, appreciated Abraxas Malfoy for teaching her how to play Gobstones.

Eileen was damn near preternaturally good at Gobstones.

Eileen rather enjoyed Gobstones.

She particularly liked the fact that she wasn’t expected or required to make eye contact with anyone else during a game.

Later on, Eileen would wonder if she should’ve said anything the day she walked into the club room and saw Cedrella in Septimius Weasley’s embrace. At the time, she’d mostly worried that speaking up might ruin the fun times in the Gobstones Club and was glad she’d managed to slip back out of the room unnoticed.

(7)

The story went that Cygnus and Walburga Black had come out of the womb each with their little hands around the other’s throat (Eileen believed it and privately wished that the unborn Walburga had had the sense to have used Cygnus’ umbilical cord as a garrote instead). Poor Professor Slughorn had been forced to name them both prefect to avoid granting either one power over the other and so suffered through their sly squabbling at every weekly meeting.

The only thing those siblings could share without complaint was a deep and abiding disdain for their little brother Alphard.

Alphard, for his part, meandered through life with a wistful and vague expression on his face and would prefer to take a twenty-mile detour of avoidance rather than go through half a foot of confrontation or conflict.

Walburga compared him, most unfavorably, to a spineless and brainless jellyfish. Cygnus, less poetically inclined, mostly berated Alphard for failing to live up the standard required for a member of the House of Black.

No one was terribly surprised when old Sluggy passed Alphard by and handed the prefect badge to the half-blood Tom Riddle.

(8)

Abraxas was delighted, no, really, delighted, that Eileen recruited Alphard Black for the Gobstones Club (recruited was a bit of an exaggeration, it had been more of a gentle buffeting in the general direction of the club room and holding the door open while the older boy drifted in).

It showed initiative, it showed that she was absolutely prime material for future Captain of the Gobstones Club.

He was so proud.

Walburga and Cygnus would probably appreciate any efforts made at giving Alphard some direction, something to do with his life.

Alphard, for his part, was absolutely terrible at Gobstones.

(9)

As one of her first acts as Captain of the Gobstones Club, an awkward attempt at emulating the graduated Abraxas’ accepting attitude, Eileen offered to teach one of the younger boys in her house how to play the game.

Rubeus Hagrid was massive, even at age 13.

With his impressive bulk he should’ve chosen to be a brute or a bully; it would’ve made his life so much easier if he could claim that he’d meant to break things and to step on the smaller students. Unfortunately, he had too much of a soft heart to ever intend to hurt anyone and a soft heart paired with an over-sized body had, thus, landed him firmly in the despised category of “clumsy oaf”.

Eileen didn’t mind Rubeus Hagrid too much, he was so tall it was hard to make accidental eye contact and he was always willing to help set up the club room and clean up afterwards.

Hagrid, unfortunately, was even worse than Alphard at Gobstones.

(10)

When the Daily Prophet printed a birth announcement for an Ignacio Weasley, it filled Eileen with such pity and she considered writing to her Gobstones mentor.

She wasn’t very good with kind words, she’d rather lacked in an early role model, and she wondered if Abraxas would even accept or appreciate her condolences.

Septimius Weasley’s reputation was quite tarnished and his vault was swiftly drained in an effort to make reparations to his new wife’s family. Cedrella Black was, of course, soon disowned for her breach of promise (after all, her prerogative could not override a contract made by the head of her family house).

The Transfiguration Professor, Head of Gryffindor and immensely biased in Septimius’ favor, said sad things about the difficult course of true love and Eileen loathed him for the twinkle in his eye and his willingness to overlook the double betrayal Abraxas had suffered. Professor Dumbledore’s class gave her a regular headache, even if she looked at his stupid, garish, ugly robes instead of meeting his too blue gaze. It was easy enough for her to hate the professor and his class.

Tom Riddle found the Malfoy-Weasley love-tangle situation immensely funny, and, because Tom Riddle thought Abraxas’ heartbreak and misfortune was a bit of a joke, Rosier and Mulciber and Avery and Nott and Lestrange all treated the situation as a great laugh.

Love, Riddle maintained, was a puerile waste of time and an unacceptably idiotic vulnerability.

Love, agreed Rosier and Mulciber and Avery and Nott and Lestrange, was for the losers of this world.

Alphard Black, who was quite fond of his cousin Cedrella (particularly when compared to his feelings for his siblings) and had some tepidly positive thoughts in Abraxas’ direction, tended to drift out of his dormitory at these times. He challenged Eileen Prince to quite a few games of Gobstones and lost, pathetically, every time. (He didn't mind, because there was very little he allowed himself to mind, and he was almost willing to admit to himself that he liked watching Eileen win).

Eileen put off writing to Abraxas, letting her doubts delay her day after day and week after week.

Then there was that business with the Chamber of Secrets opening, and Eileen was quite distracted and forgot all about writing to comfort and support Abraxas Malfoy.

(11)

Her parents had promised there would be no bad wizards, no monsters wearing a human face, in England.

They were wrong.

#Headcanons as story snippets #Eileen Prince #Eileen Snape #Tom Riddle #Abraxas Malfoy #Alphard Black #Walburga Black #Cygnus Black #Cedrella Black #Septimius Weasley #Augusta Longbottom #Abraxas Malfoy as a gung-ho team captain for an inspirational underdog sports anime makes me giggle #Walburga and Abraxas as rival mentors for Eileen is also kinda funny #Some days in Cokeworth Eileen wonders if her life is just a series of events in which she flees from one monster right into another #She's baffled by her son who keeps running towards the future rather than away from the past #Aunt Agatha and the long cycle sorrow cascading down the generations like a terrible slinky

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