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dranna · 1 year

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Sketch commission for @/Vee from Kofi <33

~ Commissions open ~

#snucius nation rise #snucius #snucius content #snart #snape x lucius #severus x lucius #lucius malfoy #severus snape #commission #commissions open #medusa x hades au #medusa severus

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theheartbrokenones · 2 years

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Okay so I had never wrote for the HP fandom until a little while again but my main pairing has been Snirius so so wrote three different stories and they have been doing pretty damn good so if anyone wants to read them and leave feedback that would be amazing I would appreciate that if not that is okay too!

Reset - If you could travel back in time to change everything would you take it? All you have to do is press this button.

Severus was trapped in a endless loop of resetting the clock trying to fix everything, to change the outcome the answer if he saved one the others died if he saved everyone of them it would be only for a short while before they died even more gruesome death. How long has he been doing this? A hundred years? Thousand year? Millions or Billions? He lost count but as he reach to reset it once again just as someone went to cast a curse at him he smiled looking at the haze before him that smiled back, showing sharp canine "I will win this fragmented life one day." The other laughed, "You can try little Medusa." With that Severus disappeared from sight the curse landing where he was.

Dark Paradise - Severus met Lily and Petunia earlier before the Darkness could corrupt his soul, the town banded together to help the abused child as best as they can. Severus flourish under Petunia and Lily light stopping Petunia from hating her sister and instead banding together to form a bound that would guide them but all things must have a opposite reaction as fate does not like to lose its pawn a new game begins what Happens if our belove child becomes the focal for one who bloodline is seeped with darkness, so dark they created their own special brand of magic named after them, the Heir will not lose its darling when he spots him sitting their like a wonderful prey for the beast within under his skin. Yes his Bride will be beautiful with his doe eyes that widen with the most delicious tears and the soft whimper of his name. All he has to do is keep the blasted meddling fool and those pathic D.E away from his bride well he is sure his family will help after all What a Black wants, a Black gets. After all Toujours Pur.

Are you my salvation or desolation - What was supposed to be Friday an average day of avoiding his bullies and running home and hanging out with Lily on the weekend while avoiding his parents if he is lucky while finding time to do his school work to maintain his A+ grade average to get into a good college. Turned into a nightmare, he was trapped in a abandon school from running from Jackson and his crew. He was running for his life, playing puzzles and hiding in lockers, crawling in vents. Thankfully he isn't alone it seemed like someone else is trapped here too.

Sirius was bored, sitting in his prison waiting for the next poor soul to explore the "Haunted" School, He sits up feeling someone step onto the school ground. Waving his hand he sees a boy slide down the door panting must have been running from something or someone as the game hasn't started. Sirius eyes glowed as he peered at the boys soul before a smirk appeared "How wonderful you finally appear my little coniūnx." He stands popping his neck before snapping his finger, "Let the Game begin."

#snirius #starprince #snack hp #Yandere Sirius #demon Sirius #dark sirius black #morally ambiguous #morally ambiguous sirius black #cute severus #beautiful severus #Medusa severus #Ouroboros Severus #creature severus #angst like a lot of angst #reset #dark fairytale #haunted school #mythology

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nidamae-approvedhpfanfics · 2 months

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Fanfic: Serpentkind Ch 1, Harry Potter | FanFiction

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12556372/1/Serpentkind

Books » Harry Potter Rated: T, English, Humor & Drama, [Hermione G., Severus S.], Words: 79k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 1k+, Published: Jul 2, 2017 Updated: Nov 15, 2023

Summary: [HG/SS] AU: Neville's nervous twitch causes a really severe potions explosion that hits his lab partner, Hermione Granger. Her life is drastically changed forever. [Completely Crack]

Snakes are sometimes perceived as evil, but they are also perceived as medicine. If you look at an ambulance, there's the two snakes on the side of the ambulance. The caduceus, or the staff of Hermes, there's the two snakes going up it, which means that the venom can also be healing. - Nicolas Cage

If you need a smile or laugh this story is sure to leave you with one.

My favorite part is Hagrid running from tiny spiders...🤣

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anime-deity · 7 months

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Random Headcanons for Drarry (which I'm going to include into my fanfiction)

Harry Potter

growing up at the Dursleys - disgusting muggles;

Abuse/Neglect/and all those good things...

at the age of 6, teleports in front of WolfStar; gets adopted, receiving a new name - Hades Perseus Black (the irony of him being called after Medusa's beheader) and being sorted in Slytherin, cuz he belooooong;

also he the Slytherin Princess cuz I say so

Draco Malfoy

Harry's boy- I mean best friend;

crushing on him since they met (god so cheesy) - his father will definitely hear about this;

smart boi who likes books and potions;

Slytherin's Prince

Fred & George Weasley

cuz we love the twins;

are also in Slytherin;

cunning & ambitious pranksters;

worthy Weasleys;

secretive and always together... very sus...

Hermione Granger

also goes to Slytherin;

Family Secrets are revealed;

very devious and Pansy Parkinson is there as well soooo you already know where I'm getting at

One of the Mother Hens of the group

Pansy Parkinson

knows all the gossip in the wizarding world

most likely knows your secrets too

Hermione's best friend and possible girlfriend

Fashionista and the other Mother Hen of the group

Theo Nott & Blaise Zabini

being the gay couple they are and we support;

don't call Theo 'Theodore' if you don't wanna wake up with nasty hexes;

Blaise is the cool and laid-back one compared to his partner

Cedric Diggory

lives cuz he deserves to and is the same age as the twins;

surprisingly gets resorted into Slytherin;

likes Luna a lot

the Twins' Best Friend and secret partner in crime

Luna Lovegood

we love and so does Cedric; shhh don't tell anyone, but Luna probs knows about it already...;

same age as Harry and the rest

her destiny leads her to be part of Slytherin~

Sirius & Remus Black

also known as Siri & Remy (or Moony);

best parents award;

teaching together and supporting Slytherin against Gryffindor;

everybody knew that they should have been in Slytherin but nobody could prove it

Severus Snape

called Sevy or Sev behind his back;

Regulus is his Soulmate - forget Lily;

being done with everyone, but has a soft heart for his snakes and supports Drarry;

WolfStar's Bestie~

Regulus Black

Reggie!!

lives and loves Severus Snape;

enough said..................

teaches History of Magic at Hogwarts;

enjoys playing pranks with Sirius, and the Weasley Twins

Lucius & Narcissa Malfoy

lovingly called Luc (Lucy - by Siri, Remy, Sevy & Reggie) & Cissa;

awesome parents

fighting the Potters

Voldy Moldy, I mean 'Tom' Marvolo Riddle

NOT the bad guy here (duh)

doesn't look like a snake hybrid whatever that was;

resembles his younger hot self;

don't call him Tom or Tommy - he will try to skin you alive and then torture you;

may have a thing for Bellatrix

Bellatrix Black (hopefully a Riddle soon)

the best Aunt even if she is a bit crazy.....

okay maybe a lot of crazy...

she's still crushing on Marvolo, which ain't a secret

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

head chicken of the flaming chickens

Chief Asshole of Wizengamot

Master fucking Manipulator

Daisy Potter

Harry's younger twinsister

supposed "Girl Who Lived"

nicknamed Lazy Daisy & Crazy Daisy

a fucking bitch, who has a crush on the very Slytherin and very gay Draco Malfoy

Lily & James Potter

the worst parents

suck badly and so do the rest of the Weasleys (of course with the exception of the twins, Charlie & Bill - tho the latter two don't really appear in my fanfic)

Molly & Arthur Weasley

can't tell their twins apart and disregard them

simply bad parents

it's all about the money

Percy Weasley

turns into an asshole after Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint got together;

actually fought Marcus, but sucks for him cuz Marcus became even more handsome

Ron Weasley

the worst friend one could have

likes fame and money

very jealous

major bully

Ginny Weasley

too obsessed with gay Harry, who rejects anything and everything the girl gives him

screeching voice

ridiculous personality

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dhr-ao3 · 28 days

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Medusa's Heir

Medusa's Heir https://ift.tt/nDaQt0i by treeson Before stepping onto the Hogwarts Express for the first time, Hermione made two promises to her mother: she would pretend to be a Muggleborn, and she would never, under any circumstances, kiss a boy from the wizarding world. Words: 1810, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger's Mother, Hermione Granger's Father, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Adrian Pucey, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott, Hermione Granger/Adrian Pucey, Hermione Granger/Blaise Zabini Additional Tags: Reverse Harem, Slytherin Hermione Granger, Hogwarts Era, Not Canon Compliant, Time Shenanigans, Morally Grey Hermione Granger via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/9zRhaFp March 31, 2024 at 05:38PM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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delta-pavonis · 2 months

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another get to know me meme

Tagged by @teejaystumbles and I am procrastinating so let's gooooo...

Who was your first fictional crush?

First ever? If you go back far enough that I didn't really realize it was a crush, probably Storm from X-Men. And Gambit. Tommy the Green Power Ranger. In terms of the first one I recognized as a crush? Probably Tobias from Animorphs (the book series).

What's the first colour you think of when I tell you to think of a colour?

First off I love the British English spelling of things, so I am not correcting it. Second, green.

Which fanfiction emotionally scarred you and still makes you shudder to this day?

None that I can think of...

I'm coming to your house for dinner, non-negotiable, what are you making me?

Don't do this to me, there is so much more to take into account... spicy preferences, allergens... everything being equal, probably Curry Doria, which is my favorite comfort food.

Do you prefer lions or kangaroos?

Of those? Lions. I'd rather say gryphon, thought.

Which fictional villain do you brush past the glaringly obvious issues for because you really like them?

Severus Snape because I am an absolute whore for Alan Rickman.

What would accompany your picture in the Burn Book in Mean Girls?

I know of the movie, but haven't seen it.

How many days would you last in the universe of your favourite fandom?

The vast majority of my top fandoms have plenty of regular old people running around, so I'd be fine. The Sandman, X-Men (comics), Ted Lasso, The Vampire Chronicles, The Dresden Files, Final Fantasy VII...

Have you heard of Mischief Theatre?

Nope.

Do you feel sorry for Medusa?

As sorry as I feel for most of the women in Greek mythology, which is a lot.

Which song makes you think of your OTP?

I just apply my OTP to almost every song I hear. Recently, Maneskin's The Loneliest has been peak Dreamling for me. But on the car ride home from work today I was thinking Dreamling during songs by Arctic Monkeys, Billie Eilish, Twenty One Pilots, and Maneskin. *shrug*

Which song makes you disassociate and daydream the fastest?

This changes a whole lot over time. Right now it is anything by Maneskin, but I also daydream with most songs, NGL. I also just daydream a lot. The fact that my inattentive ADHD went undiagnosed for so long is a goddamned wonder.

#learn about Pavonis

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myers-meadow · 10 months

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Severus Snape x Minoes moodboard

"Life is a tormented dream for me,

Mesmerise me, enchant me..."

First moodboard for him in green and blue.

Pictures found all over pinterest, picrew used by aukanemin on tumblr, flower png by moodboardpngs, art by Van Gogh, Stanislav Yulianovich Zhukovsky and John William Waterhouse.

#moodboard #pro severus snape #snape #snape posting #pro snape #severus snape #severus snape x oc #snape x oc #Spotify

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gaiawhisperwind · 3 months

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A morte de Lily Potter desestabilizou Severus Snape. Desesperado e procurando alguém em quem pudesse confiar, acaba encontrando em Narcissa Malfoy uma grande amiga e confidente, que não julgaria os seus sentimentos.

As conversas, a compreensão e os interesses em comum, acabam por despertar um novo sentimento. Será que se entregarão a ele?

🥇1º Lugar na Categoria Melhor Hot no Concurso Golden Butterfly (2021)

🥇1º Lugar na Categoria OneShot no Concurso Literário Medusa Project (2021)

Créditos da imagem: Rogelio de Egusquiza, Tristan and Isolde, 1910.

Plágio é crime!

Registrada no Avctoris.

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #ff.net #wattpad #narcissa malfoy #severus snape #snape fandom #snape fanfiction #narcissa black

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lovefrostbite711 · 5 years

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These images are all the second generation Transformers I’ve designed. Some are children of OCs, some are children of Cannon characters.

#transformers #ocs #secondgeneration #crosscircuit #cinderburn #avian #medusa #neonburst #shadowflash #amnesia #mindbreaker #cobra #severus #taipan

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avendell · 4 years

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Severus | Commission for @miss-medusa-1

Thank you! ☽

#severus snape #fanart #digital art #commission #my art

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symphonyofsilence · 3 years

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Don't judge people by their appearances

judge people by what they think of : Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, James Potter, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Boromir son of Denethor, Frodo Baggins,Tauriel, Feanor, sons of Feanor, Elwing the white, Maeglin, Daenerys Targaryen, Rhaegar Targaryen, Sansa Stark, who should have ended up ruling Westeros, Kylo Ren, Ray, Pam Beesly, Medusa

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dranna · 1 year

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Hey! Just wanted to say, love your artwork!!! It's soo good! Love the way you draw snape! His nose is so good!!😳😳

*blushing*

Thank you! For a long time, nose was the one feature I found the most difficult to draw on a face. especially a characteristic one. So I really appreciate it a lot!<3333

its from a messy page in my sketchbook, pls ignore that hand at the bottom ksksks

#sketches and doodles #lovely asks #snart #medusa au #medusa severus #snape #severus snape #snape art #queue the sneep

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world-of-aus · 3 years

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So it turns out I'm not allowed to name my snake Voldemort :(, do you have any suggestions?

you can’t name him voldemort?! What kind of madness is that!

If i had a snake I would probably use one of the following names.

Asmodeus

Basilisk

Diablo

Ebony

Medusa

Nagini

Severus

Slider

Slinky

Slithers

Slytherin

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martelldoran · 4 years

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i have too grieved a heart (redux)

Fandom: HP Characters: Lily/Narcissa, Snape, James, Mary, Dorcas

NSFW: no

Summary: After the incident at the lake, Lily realises that more than just her relationship with Severus Snape is doomed. She now must say goodbye to Narcissa.

Read on AO3

May 1976

Lily Evans was many things. She was a witch first and foremost, and currently – though not for very much longer – in her 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was a proud Gryffindor. She was muggleborn, the first witch in her family. She was a talented potion maker, often spending her free time down in the dungeons mixing her brews and revelling in the multicoloured fumes. She was a dab hand at her charm work and liked to summon little sparkling lights to brighten up her study spaces. She was a passionate friend. She was bright, loved nothing more than spending her afternoons listening to records in the sun, and adored being outdoors surrounded by nature. Yes, Lily Evans was many things.

But at that precise moment, on a sunny afternoon in May after having just sat her Defence Against the Dark Arts O.W.L, she was absolutely fucking furious.

“Evans!”

It was the bellowing voice of James Potter. He had not stayed to try and remove Severus’s underpants as he had said, instead choosing to charge after her. Reaching the steps to the main door with her breath rushing and chest tight, she didn’t pause.

But then a hand closed around her wrist.

She wrenched herself away. Her wand was lifted and a spell teetered on the edge of her snarling lips as she spun round.

“Do not touch me!”

The boy staggered back onto the grass, hands lifted with the palms facing her. His mouth was a small ‘o’ shape and his hazel eyes were wide.

“Okay, I won’t.”

Her wand did not lower and neither did his hands. White knuckle fury still beat through her.

“I’m sorry, Evans. I went too far. I always go too far,” he said, his voice was tight, restrained as he measured each word. “Not that it’ll make a difference but I’ll apologise to Snape too, though I think I burned that bridge a long time ago.”

This last part he added as an afterthought, saying it more to himself than her. He shifted from foot to foot before slowly lowering his hands. The normally perfectly tousled black hair had fallen flat and was falling into his eyes but he didn’t try to fix it. Instead he continued looking right at her. It made him look like a little boy again.

“I am sorry. Truly. I hope you can see that, Lily. If not now, then later.”

He had said his piece. With a stiff, defeated nod of the head, he turned and made his way back to the lake. The fury had lessened somewhat. She watched his retreating back for just a moment before beginning her ascent up the stairs once again.

Half way across the Entrance Hall he made himself known to her, calling her name. Somehow having detangled himself from the clutches of Sirius Black, he must have skulked in a bush until he’d seen James leaving. Severus Snape’s normally pale, sallow face was flushed and his eyes darted around the hall, never resting on her face for long.

It was as if she was seeing him for the first time. And she was repulsed.

“Lily,” he began, taking a step towards her.

She retreated and raised her wand once more.

“Stay away from me,” she growled, in no mood to hear his excuses.

She knew what he’d say. She was a vengeful, wrathful god, ready to smite down those who had wronged her. She was Artemis condemning Actaeon to die by the jaws of his own dogs.

“Lily, please, I’m sorry,” he pleaded. He had his hands up like James but he took another step towards her. “I didn’t mean it. It just slipped out.”

“And is that supposed to make me feel better?” she snapped, wand trained on his face. “How many times have I heard you say you’re not like them, Mulciber and Avery? Then heard you defend them in the same breath? You agree with what’s being said, don’t you, by the one they call the ‘Dark Lord’. Maybe not all of it but there’s something in there isn’t there, that calls to you.”

Severus, inching forward, shook his head vigorously, lank hair dancing on either side of his face.

“No!” he wailed. “I don’t, I don’t think that, Lily. You’re my friend.”

She wavered. He was her oldest friend. He’d introduced her to magic, told her she was special, been there for every rant and every time her sister rejected her. Emboldened by her indecision, he took yet another step towards her.

A warning shower of red sparks streamed from her wand and crackled at the boy’s feet. He yelped and jumped away.

“I told you. Stay. Back. I don’t want you anywhere near me.” Her voice rose, ringing in the empty Entrance Hall. It was deserted, everybody had surrendered themselves to the sunshine. She hardened herself. “I see it now Severus, you’re one of them or if you’re not, you want to be. You and that fucking chip on your shoulder.”

She gave a humourless laugh, staring him dead in the eye. Her rage had not cooled but she was steady, held up by steel and smouldering fire.

“You’ve made it clear where your loyalties lie. And let me tell you now, if we come across one another out there” -- she gestured vaguely around the Entrance Hall – “I will not hesitate to cut you down.”

At this, he lurched forward, a cry on his lips. He tried to reach for her.

‘Petrificus Totalus!’

The spell screamed within her mind hit him square in the face, freezing the boy’s pained expression to stone. He tumbled to the floor, landing frozen on his side. She was Medusa victorious

“I warned you. Come near me again and I won’t be so lenient.” In that moment with fire coursing through her veins, she meant every word of her threat.

Turning on her heel, Lily tore up the staircase. All in a rush, she could feel the weight of everything that had just happened come crashing down around her. Hot tears bulged in her eyes and a golf ball sized lump in her throat threatened to choke her. A bathroom, a bathroom was what she needed, somewhere nobody would disturb her. Without thinking she turned her course to the girls’ toilet on the second floor.

Bursting through the door with a loud, resonating bang, a painful, heavy sob wracked her body. She stumbled towards the nearest stall and locked herself in. Animalistic wails tore from her mouth and echoed off the tiled walls. It was like her grief had manifested into a physical form and was joining her for a macabre duet.

Hugging herself, she crumpled to the floor. With her back to the door, she leaned her head back against the wood and let the grief she felt come in waves. How had it come to this? All she’d wanted to do was help her friend and now here she was.

Lily had been called a Mudblood before. More times than she truly cared to count. But never had she imagined, even in her wildest dreams, that she’d hear that word come from the mouth of someone she considered her friend, let alone said with such venom.

Tears slid in a continuous stream down her flushed cheeks. They hung off the end of her chin and pooled in the hollows of her neck and collarbones. Slowly, a damp patch grew down the front of her robes but she paid it no mind. Lily was a raw, gaping wound and nothing else mattered but her pain. Her mind was a jumble. The scene by the lake replayed in a hideous loop. Then it was the argument in the Entrance Hall. Severus’s pained expression was seared onto the back of her eyelids and her words echoed in her ears.

How long did she sit there sobbing? She cried and she cried and then, when it seemed like she had no more tears left, she cried once again. Time had no meaning in that cramped toilet stall. It could have been seconds, it could have been days, she didn’t care. Noone would come in here and disturb her anyway. They would hear her howls, assume it was Moaning Myrtle off in one of her moods and steer well clear.

Eventually, however, she stilled and the tears dried up. There was a certain calmness to her now. With a dull realisation, she was unsurprised about Severus. Some dark part of her already knew that he was lost. He wanted to be the best, he always had. And if following this man got him what he wanted then so be it. He would do it.

Ever since they were children, there had been this urge to prove himself and to rise above everyone else. It came out when they raced across fields and threw stones into a lake. It came out during exams and every time there was a potion or poison to be brewed. Glory would be his one way or another.

“Lily? Lily, are you in here?” Dorcas Meadowes’s husky, mellow voice cut across her reverie. She hadn’t even heard the door open.

“Yeah, I’m here.” Her voice was thick and raspy with disuse.

“Will you come out? We’re worried about you.” She was closer now, right outside the door.

“I can’t. I never want to come out,” she moaned. Her face hurt. There was no need to look in a mirror to see how awful she looked, she could feel the swelling around her eyes and cheeks.

“Don’t say that, come on, open the door,” Dorcas reasoned, giving the handle a gentle shake.

When no answer came, there was a weary sigh and she murmured, “Alohamora.”

Lily shifted her weight off the door just enough so that she wouldn’t keel over when her friend opened it. Dorcas knelt next to her and put an arm around her shoulders. The redhead leaned in, the familiar scent of wood smoke and amber in her nose. Dorcas’ shirt was open at the collar - her blue Ravenclaw tie undone and hanging loose around her shoulders – exposing the dark skin of her throat.

“Let’s go.”

Not wasting any time, Dorcas pulled Lily up by her armpits and observed the damage. Her glittering black eyes skated over her from top to bottom. She pursed her full lips together and tsked loudly.

“Oh dear. You truly look awful, you know that,” she said, a sad but understanding smile on her face.

A sniffle and a half-hearted quirk of the lips was all the answer she received. With a sigh, Dorcas propelled her from the bathroom. Quick steps and a firm hand on the small of her back guided her through the corridors. They didn’t meet a soul, the castle was almost deserted. Through the fog clouding her brain, Lily registered this and was thankful. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to see her, a Prefect, like this.

“Oh, good heavens! Is everything alright Miss Evans?” It was the deep, plumy voice of the Fat Lady. She ignored the portrait’s question.

“Pygmy Puff,” she mumbled. Somehow, from somewhere, a new wave of tears rushed up and threatened to spill down her cheeks.

The portrait swung open but Lily didn’t move.

“Marlene is waiting for you, honey. Go on in,” murmured Dorcas, giving her a gentle push.

Silently, she climbed through the portrait hole, leaving Dorcas to make her way back to the Ravenclaw common room, and was immediately met by Marlene. She appeared in a whirlwind of blonde hair, ready to ferry Lily up to their dormitory. The common room was full, that much she knew, and she could tell that every single pair of eyes were trained on her as a heavy silence fell. But she was too tired to care. She wanted to go to bed.

“Is Remus here?” she rasped.

Marlene nodded and pointed to the cluster of armchairs by the fire where all four of the Marauders were staring at her. All but Peter Pettigrew were unnaturally still, caught in the spell of Lily’s dishevelled appearance. Peter couldn’t seem to stop himself from twitching, fidgeting with anything he could lay his chubby hands on.

In a daze, she approached the four boys. Although she could feel James’ eyes boring into her, taking in every single red blotch and the puffiness of her face, she refused to look at him. If she did then there was no way to stop the tears that were once more lingering right beneath the surface.

“Remus, I can’t do my rounds tonight. Can you cover?” Her voice was dead, a thick monotone that didn’t sound like her.

“Uh, yeah, yeah of course I can. Whatever you need.”

There was a slight pause before he asked, “What will I tell Cissa?”

But she had already turned away, Marlene her golden shadow.

“Whatever you want. I don’t care,” she sighed.

In that moment, she didn’t. She couldn’t bear to think of Narcissa, with her star bright eyes, gleaming hair and the purest of pureblood status. It hurt too much.

Never before had the walk up to her dorm seemed so long. Every step was an effort. It was like her bones had been replaced with lead and added weights had been strapped to her ankles and wrists for good measure.

The quiet of the dorm was a blessing. Not bothering to undress, Lily kicked off her shoes and collapsed into bed. Marlene perched on the edge. Her blue-grey eyes were stormy. Words pressed up against her lips, clamouring to be released but she kept her mouth shut tight. She simply stroked Lily’s hair, placed a gentle kiss on her forehead head, told her to get some sleep and bade her goodnight. With a flick of her wand the curtains to her four-poster shut, enclosing her in blessed darkness.

It didn’t take long for sleep to claim her.

When she awoke, the grey light of the pre-dawn leaked between the curtains of her bed and the familiar snuffles and even breathing of her roommates cradled her sleep addled mind. She was still in her robes from the day before, rumpled and creased. Her sleep though deep had clearly been plagued by ceaseless tossing and turning. Mouth dry and tasting stale, Lily sat up and pawed at her still puffy face. The damage of the day before a cruel mask she would have to wear for a few more hours yet.

Lily slid from bed as silently as she could, gathered her wash bag and towel, and slipped into the stone stairwell. Before the cold could seep from the flagstone through her socks to chill her feet, she flited upstairs to the wash room. Peeling off her soiled robes, she shivered as the cool air met slid over her bare skin.

The shower’s warm water was bliss. It beat the last of sleep’s cobwebs away, leaving her mind clear and focussed. Of course, all she could think about was the previous day’s events. If it hadn’t been clear to her before, it was now. For some witches and wizards, it didn’t matter what she did or who she became. It wouldn’t matter if she was the most powerful witch or the most talented. For those few people, she would be a Muggleborn before all else, a parasite siphoning off magic from those who they deemed needed, no, deserved it more.

Names flashed in her mind: Rodolphus Lestrange, Evan Rosier, and, of course, Bellatrix Black. Narcissa’s sister. Her sweet, darling Narcissa who she loved so dearly. Bellatrix’s name appeared in The Daily Prophet almost daily now. The young witch made no attempt to hide her name or her loyalties. The more chaos and misery she sowed the better. It was reported just yesterday that she was single-handedly responsible for over 80 muggle deaths and had seriously injured several muggleborn witches and wizards over the last few months. Details on the way she conducted her business were scant but gruesome. Torture was her art and her greatest pleasure. After all, what information could a muggle possibly give her? No, it was all a game.

As she pondered these thoughts, Lily scrubbed herself clean with care and precision. She dragged the sponge across her skin until she was pink and raw. A growing sense of dread grew in the pit of her stomach and settled there, rock hard and heavy. There was something she knew she had to do.

She couldn’t shake the feeling of dread for the rest of the morning. It was there while she dressed, and crowded her while she ate a solitary breakfast in the Great Hall. Her owl, Artemis, somehow knew she was there and brought her that morning’s copy of the Daily Prophet but she couldn’t bear to open it. She didn’t need to know about the latest terrors and growing anti-muggle sentiment that was growing in certain wizarding circles. Any other morning it wouldn’t be an issue, but after the previous afternoon’s excitement, she could live without it.

Th first of her friends to make their way to the Great Hall that morning was Mary MacDonald. Mary had not changed much in the five years she had known her. She was still small and slight and still wore her hair in a blunt bob with a heavy fringe that hung into her eyes. When she rose to meet her, the Hufflepuff embraced Lily without a word. They stood like that, intertwined, for several minutes.

“Yesterday was a bit shite, wasn’t it,” said Mary, stepping back from their hug.

Lily chuckled.

“That’s something of an understatement.”

Mary inclined her head and shrugged one shoulder.

“Look, I know that Severus has been your friend for a long time, but maybe it’ll do the two of you some good to have some distance? Let the dust settle. He can maybe get his priorities in order,” she offered.

Lily wasn’t so sure but she nodded anyway.

“I meant to ask,” she said, with the most unsubtle change of subject known to witchkind. “How did Dorcas find me?”

“Oh, well, we looked for a while but couldn’t find you so we asked Remus, who asked Sirius, who asked James and for some reason, he knew that you were in the bathrooms,” Mary explained. “I don’t know how he knew. He disappeared up into his dormitory and when he came back, he knew where you were.”

“Curiouser and curiouser,” Lily murmured, unable to work out how on earth James Potter could have worked out where she’d been hiding.

After a few more minutes, Lily left Mary in the Great Hall and hurried up to the owlery. She scratched out a quick note and sent Artemis out to find the addressee.

As she watched her owl swoop through the sky, she felt a tremor of trepidation through her body.

A rap on the door alerted Lily to her presence. She swept into the spare classroom with a flourish, her long, white blonde hair swishing as she twirled. Star bright eyes twinkled at her and a broad smile adorned her face. She was as brilliant as a winter’s day and just as beautiful. Lily’s heart wrenched and she longed to fall into her embrace, to lose herself to a thousand kisses.

Narcissa pulled her close before she could say a word. She cupped her face, one hand slipping through her hair, and kissed her deeply. Lily could feel her resolve weakening with every second. All too soon, Cissa pulled away with a coy smile.

“Hello darling.” Her voice was warm, an undercurrent of excitement running through her words.

Her head was cocked to the side and she ever so gently pushed a stray strand of hair away from Lily’s face. The redhead shifted out of the embrace needing to put space between them. If she felt her touch again then she knew any remaining resolve would leave her.

“We, uh, we need to talk,” Lily mumbled.

“Uh oh, that sounds ominous!” she laughed, her smile hadn’t faltered for even a second.

“This has to end.”

The words were out like a bullet train.

Narcissa let out a cold, humourless laugh.

“No. Don’t be ridiculous. This isn’t ending. Lily, come on, this is us,” she insisted, reaching to take her hands. But Lily avoided her touch.

Hurt flashed across Narcissa’s face. It was only for a second then a mask of cool collectedness covered it.

“Is this because of what happened at the lake?” she asked, very matter of fact. “Snape is an idiot. Mulciber and Avery are rubbing off on him.”

She was being dismissive. Of course she was. It was her go to defence mechanism.

“Well, yes. They are. That’s part of the problem. What he said, there are others who think that as well.”

“And they’re wrong.”

“Even when it’s the likes of your family saying it, Cissa?”

There was a beat where neither of them said anything.

“Oh, come on, Lily! Just because my family runs their mouths about Muggleborns and blood purity doesn’t mean I believe that nonsense.”

Lily wanted to stop this. She wanted forget about the lake, the war, and the man hellbent on securing pure blood supremacy but there was no turning back now. Even if she wished it with all her heart, she couldn’t go back to how it was before. If there had been such a thing as before.

“Bellatrix isn’t just running her mouth though is she. She’s killing people Cis. She’d kill me too.” The words faltered in her mouth, turning to ash.

She couldn’t keep looking at Narcissa. She shone too brightly.

The blonde shifted, stiffened.

“I wouldn’t let that happen.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. But you told me yourself what she did to Dromeda. Why wouldn’t she do the same to you?” Lily reasoned in a quiet voice. Her eyes were trained on the hem of her robes. “I don’t want to be the reason you get hurt. . . And I don’t want to get hurt.”

The pause was bloated, filling with unsaid words, waiting to burst open like a sore.

“That’s bullshit Lily and you know it. We could run away. I could protect you.”

“I know that you would try but your loyalty is to them, not to me, and I wouldn’t ask you to choose. But, I can’t be with you like this. Your family would never accept me, never accept us. It was always a fool’s game to think otherwise.”

“You know what, Lily, you could have been a Slytherin with that attitude,” Cissa snapped, lips pursed and jaw jutting.

“Yeah, well we both know why that didn’t happen.”

“There are Muggleborns in Slytherin!”

“Oh, and Elijah Robertson’s head just magically cracked itself open on the flagstone did it?”

Narcissa drew up short, whatever she was about to say died in her mouth. And whatever it was must have left a sour taste judging by the way her face twisted.

“N-nobody knows who did that.” She faltered, voice meek and unsure. It was an unsettling role to see her play.

“Yeah. Sure. But it’s an open secret. Everyone knows that it was Dolohov and his goons,” Lily scoffed. She could feel her ire beginning to rise, heart racing. Before she could argue any further, she added, “I’ve made up my mind. I can’t be with you anymore.”

With a huff, Narcissa slumped against a desk.

“I don’t want this to end.”

It was a whispered admission. Tears glimmered at the edges of her star-bright eyes and there was an almost imperceptible wobble to her bottom lip.

“I know. But it has to.”

Lily hated seeing her like this, hated the fact that it was her fault. She shifted, twisting her hands together. They sat in silence once more. There had been a seismic shift between them and now they stood on opposing sides of an endless ravine. There was nothing either of them could say that would bring the other back.

“So, that’s it,” murmured Narcissa. Her tears remained unshed and her light had dimmed. Their eyes met and Lily thought she saw the faint ghost of a smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth. “I don’t suppose I get one last kiss?”

There was no question. Pushing off the desk she had been leaning against, Lily closed the gap between them in two strides. The pull was as magnetic as it had always been. With gentle hands at her waist, she pulled the blonde girl into a standing position. The rich silk of her robes was slippery under her fingers; its familiarity calmed the fluttering of her pulse. The expensive perfume Narcissa so loved to wear tickled her nose as they drew closer.

Their lips brushed together like a sweet whisper. Again and again and again. They were all featherlight touches.

Until they weren’t.

They were a thunder storm breaking through a summer drought. Mouths hot and bruising, they drank each other up. Hands tangled in hair and grabbed at clothes; all Lily wanted to do was lose herself in this last fevered embrace. She gripped the girl tight, crushing her against her as if they might sink together and never be apart. Heart pounding and blood rushing in her ears, her mind was a tumultuous sea of everything Narcissa.

But, with time, as with all things, they slowed. Foreheads pressed together, still breathing each other, their eyes locked together. A pink flush had crept into the blonde’s cheeks and her lips were cherry red. They stayed that way until their breathing stilled and became even once more.

It was Narcissa that pulled away first, smoothing her hair and straightening her clothes. She now avoided Lily’s gaze, trying to compose herself.

Lily said nothing. What more could she say? Anything else would be an insult.

Cissa brushed and brushed and brushed down her robes but the wrinkles in the silvery silk would not disappear so easily. She paused, head bowed, and sighed. When she raised her chin once more her jaw was set and eyes tight, but that practised mask of cool collectedness was full of cracks.

“I will see you around, darling,” she said, squaring off her shoulders and drawing herself up to her full height.

With a flash of a smile and an airy wave of the hand, she spun on her heel and left. It was only as the door snicked shut that Lily allowed her tears to come. From some unknown reserve, the tears came and fell silently onto her cheeks. She had never felt more alone.

#hogwartsonline #hpfemslash #marauderseragang #hprarepairnet #lily evans #narcissa malfoy #usertessa #hp #marauders #my writing #angelblue007 #fics #narlily

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sympathetic-deception · 4 years

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How many snakes do you think Deceit has and what are their names?

Names I like:

• Percival

• Pascale

• Hawthorn

• Colt

• Riddle

• Pandora

• Dorothy

Colour reasons:

• Cyan

• Coral

• Opal

• Topaz

• Honey

Disney/pixar, Books, Movie, History, Puns and mythology reasons:

• Mushu

• Sir Hiss (robin hood)

• Boots

• Hans

• Severus Snake

• Prince Charming

• Romeo

• Crawly

• Medusa

• Pandora

• Cleopatra

• Spartacus

• Bellatrix

• Cassandra – a prophetess

• Delphi

• Ophelia

• Caesar

• Benedict Cobrabatch

• Hiss Hemsworth

• William Snakespeare

• Kaa

• Jafar

Monty python

Sydney

As for how many snakes up to imagination

#nebula answers asks #deceit sanders #sympathetic deceit #snakes

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askdruellarosierblack · 3 years

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Well, Nyx Snape/Carrow is the daughter of Alecto Carrow and Severus Snape. She's a parselmouth and in the same year as Delphi in Hogwarts. She's a Slytherin, of course.

Natalie Rosier is also in Slytherin and in the same year as Delphi and Nyx. She's a Prefect and Head girl. She is also currently learning Legilemency. (She's Delphi's second cousin, her grandma is your sister)

The three have been best friends since they were children. Currently they have 2 basilisks - Basil and Medusa.

Oh Natalie, I remember now. I don’t talk to her grandmother she tried to steal my husband.

As for Nyx snape/Carrow? Snape isn’t pure blood and isn’t that Severus snape’s last name the one man Bella detestes.

Also you girls have basilisks?! My god that school has gone down hill.

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