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severusish · 1 year
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Alone, in the dark, and surrounded by the howling blizzard, Severus felt more at peace than he had in weeks. The more he let himself be buffeted by the snow, the more the crease between his brows seemed to melt away. He walked for some time, enjoying the crunch of the snow beneath his feet and the twinkle of the stars above. After a while, when it began to grow too dark to see, Severus raised his wand to cast Lumos… but halted himself in the act, hesitating. Steadily, he lowered his arm again and changed his mind — preferring, as wanderers often do, not to know where he was going in the dead of night.
I drew this for @snapecelebration’s Snolidays, Day 1. Prompt: Blizzard.
ID: image of Severus Snape, holding his wand high above his head. His expression is calm. His cloak, black like his clothes, is billowing in the wind. There is snow all around him. /End ID.
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Snolidays - Week 1: Light Over Darkness
Professor Snape's finds it easier to sleep when the dungeons are freezing cold.
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ershebet · 2 years
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Snape: Are you afraid of fireworks?
🎆💘🐶
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sneverussape · 2 years
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betting on which couples are going to come together and which ones will be breaking up at the Yule ball. the winner gets to pass on their nightly rounds to the loser.
snapecelebration - week 2 - a warm drink
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snapecelebration · 2 years
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Attention Snapedom! The holiday season is almost upon us and we're inviting everyone to partake in a holiday fest! A perfect chance to revel in headcanons, have Severus demonstrate your favourite traditions, and share the holiday spirit with all of us! Winter holidays of all religions and nations are welcome and encouraged!
How it works:
Art, writing, headcanons, meta – we’d love to share all of your creations with the rest of the fandom. In order to help spark the inspiration, we’ve chosen a theme for each of the four weeks leading up to Christmas: ‘Light over Darkness’, ‘Snowfall’, ‘A Cosy Feeling’, and ‘Celebration’. We’ve also included 7 prompts for each week. You can combine several of them in one piece, skip the ones that don’t inspire you, or even create multiple works for a single prompt!
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Don’t worry about tackling the themes in order, or about being late. In fact, if you have older winter-related works you’d like to show the Snapedom again, go ahead and send them in! Either submit the post to our blog, or tag your own post using #snolidays2021 and #snapecelebration.
We know the holidays can be stressful, so we emphasise that we want this to be chill and fun!
Don’t be shy about sending us any questions or requests you might have regarding the event. Many thanks to @myobscureimaginarium​ for the beautiful graphic design and for co-running the fest, and to @suffer-my-displeasure​ for the festively grumpy avatar art! 💚 Happy Holidays!
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transificationbeem · 2 years
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I don't really celebrate christmas but I couldn't resist!
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wellpresseddaisy · 2 years
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Snape's Office, 1983
The package was a surprise.
It sat, loudly proclaiming its holiday cheer all over his desk blotter. The box and top had been individually wrapped, and there was a bow. Even the envelope propped against it had little sprigs of dancing holly pirouetting across the top and bottom.
The paper - deep green and silver - said it was from his Slytherins. Possibly. He slid his wand down into his hand and cast a few diagnostic charms.
They came up clean. Severus lifted the envelope and opened it carefully. He pulled out the card (thankfully without dancing greenery) and opened it.
Dear Professor Snape,
We know what you've done for us, how you've kept other professors and students from treating us all like pariahs. It was you who took a battered group of fifth years and taught them to look out for one another, to see that not everyone hated us. You taught us so many things in the last two years.
Your present is a testament to how well you teach when no one in charge is looking. You taught us to work together, and so we did.
We came up with the design together.
Maurice did the pottery work and mixed the glazes.
Annabeth and Howard designed the rune sequences (don't ask how many bits of parchment they set on fire in the process).
Amelia carved the runes since she has the steadiest hands.
Caradoc fired the kiln (with help from the House Elves...did you know they make the Hogwarts China?).
And we all activated them together.
This will keep your hot beverages hot and your cold ones cold, without overheating or chilling your hands. It will also warn you if anything has been added. Doc wanted to have it so the handle shot across the room, but he was voted down. If your drink has been tampered with, you'll hear a steady chime.
Gwendolyn compounded the drinking chocolate from a family recipe. Romulus blended the teas himself, although he made all of us do tastings until we could differentiate the notes he was talking about. Gwen just made us all lots of chocolate and fussed when we didn't drink up.
I did the extension charm on the box.
We hope you use it in good health, Professor.
A very Happy Christmas to you. (Niniane said to say God Jul as well).
Your 7th Year Slytherins
He blinked at the card. He hadn't expected this...especially not after he put them all in detention for a month for slacking on their assignments. When even Sprout complained, something had to be done.
But hadn't they kept surprising him, even from that first awful week he was house head? He picked up the package and lifted the top off. Inside, under a mound of tissue, sat a hand thrown pottery mug.
He lifted it out carefully. The heavy pottery felt right in his hand, with just enough heft to be comfortable. The glazes - soft and muted and all the colors of the Scottish Highlands in spring - made a calming combination. Touched, he set it on his desk and looked in the box again.
He pulled out a large cannister with a hand-printed label - The Hadley Family Drinking Chocolate. Four tea tins followed, all marked with their blends and notes on why Romulus had blended them that way.
He didn't deserve these children.
"Ellit!" he called.
A House Elf popped into his office.
"Yes, Professor Snape? What can Ellit be helping with?"
"I hate to ask this right when you're preparing for the holidays, but would the elves be able to send a proper Christmas tea to the Slytherin Common Room? With gratitude from Professor Snape?"
The elf hopped in delight. "Oh yes, Professor! We elves have been waiting for this! Fillip has trifle on standby!"
And popped back out.
He'd have to do something for the Hogwarts elves, as well, although he wasn't quite certain what. He appreciated that they kept his students from incinerating themselves making him a present.
And, well, it was about teatime, wasn't it? He picked up his new mug and a tin of tea and went to find his kettle.
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momo-t-daye · 2 years
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Snolidays Week 3 Prompt: Caroling
Severus had a beautiful singing voice, clear and trained for choir, and a prodigious memory for verses that most people usually skipped or had to mumble through.  Lily, for her part, was capable of truly remarkable volume and could improvise rude lyrics with ease.
Some mornings Petunia (who, at age 12, did not agree with for the existence of “6 AM”) just couldn’t wait until a talking animal or similar showed up and whisked Lily and Severus away to fairyland or wherever magical morning people like them really belonged.
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esotericsnape · 2 years
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The young wizard stood just out of reach and grasped a silky green scarf in trembling hands. Candlelight cast shadows across the flickering form of his face as he attempted several times to speak.
"I—I know I'm a Gryffindor, but could I be a Slytherin while I'm here with you?"
Severus turned to grace the boy with his full attention. He must've been worried about this for some time. Brave as he was, there were some personal matters that were more difficult to confront than madmen with wands. It wouldn't do to let him fret under the assumption that intimacy was not allowed.
"You can be a Slytherin whenever you like." he said softly. "It is you who makes the choice as you proved when you negotiated with the Sorting Hat."
Light was swallowed when Severus stood and took the scarf from Harry's hands and gently wound it around his neck, pulse fluttering nervously under his fingers.
"I will have you here under any color or House. It is you, Harry Potter, whom I wish to spend my time with. Not your designation according to some traits you are beholden to merely because you express them more than others." The words tapered into a hum as the man pulled his charge into his embrace. "Child. You are mine. And I care only that you are healthy and whole."
They could no longer see each other as Severus was blocking the candle and their hug was much too tight, but Harry's cheeks carried a heat which laid bare his pleased thoughts. The warmth between them was a shelter during the frigid winter and together they could survive the evil that loomed outside their door.
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lunap999 · 2 years
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A family photo just in time for the Snolidays! It was Crookshank’s idea 😹
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hbprophetie · 2 years
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EDIT: THE ENHANCED VERSION IS HERE 🤗❄
First - what is coming is a work in progress, and it's really rought,
Secondly - I post it nonethless, as..."Merry Christmas" ❄
(You have to read it from right to left. You owe it to my too japanised brain, I'm really sorry I just noticed afterwards that I wrote it as if it was a manga....)
25.12.1981, Hogwarts grounds.
It's a bit angsty, yet comforting. Hope you'll enjoy this little messy wip.
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Snape and Dumbledore just had an important conversation. I'm not a very good writter for dialogues, so what it was all about is very much up to you.
As the wizarding world painfully mends its wounds in the aftermath of the first war, Severus struggles to recover from the loss of Lily.
I have always liked to imagine how this period of Snape's life could have been like. I have tons of little thoughts and ideas that I would love to put on paper someday. I imagine it may have been an horribly hard time to get through. And it's interesting that Lily's murder happened only a few weeks before winter, which is both a season of silence and solitude, where days get colder and shorter and noises are covered by the snow, but also a moment of reunion and happiness with its celebrations - a mean for some to enlighten the darkness, especially in the aftermath of such cruel times. All of it gives me a lot of perspectives to wonder about. What a strange era it must have been for the wizarding word - so much peoples and families broken, so much to reconstruct. A time of sadness and mourning, yet hope for a brighter future.
I decided to go with a comforting Dumbledore for this snippet. I always consider different interpretations of his character when it comes to his behaviour towards Severus at this state of the story. I don't know how and if such a scene would take place in canon. Many find Dumbledore cruel in "The Prince's tale". All in all, Dumbledore still has a soul and Snape is obviously on edge and suffers from deep emotional grief. I simply don't think Dumbledore would outrightly ignore anyone who would be in such a state.
As for Snape, I don't really think he would display such vulnerability and indulge himself in crying in front of Dumbledore in any other circomstances, but he undoubtly was pretty depressed at the time. He surely wears his hood and his hair messy, black strands jumping in front of his eyes to conceal the turmoil, but he would certainly struggle to fight the tears if Dumbledore's words cut right to his soul.
I'm sorry that I couldn't clean up the whole thing on time - but I wanted to post it for Christmas. I focused a lot on the expressions instead of delivering very well constructed characters and backgrounds.
I'll put further work on it after Christmas and deliver a more polished version. Do not hesitate to give me your thoughts, I'm still not sure of how I want it to finally turn out. For now, I hope you'll like it.
And I wish a merry Christmas to anyone who will read those words, whoever you are and however you spend this day. ♡ A very, merry Christmas, my fellow Snape fans. ❄
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Snolidays (week 1) Prompt: Family
Pairing: Professor!Snape x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Rating: GA
Warnings: GN pronouns but reader is pregnant. Established relationship.
Word Count: 1K+
Summary: The sight of happy families made Severus angry that he never had that growing up but maybe, just maybe, you could help him see that none of that mattered anymore.
A/N: Per usual, late to everything in life including writing and posting these on time LOL. But I am so excited! This is my first time participating in Snolidays or any writing event period 😊
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With a wave of his wand, the rest of the leftover ingredients littering the students’ workstations went into the trash. His face fell into a sneer at how much was wasted. These students don’t bother to understand how wasteful they are being. Just using everything without care. He simply could not comprehend it. A quick scourgify was cast next to clean the surfaces before snatching a sheet of parchment and a quill to take to inventory. With each item he had to jot down, the more annoyed he became. This was going to cost a fortune to restock at the rate these monsters deplete the stocks. Thankfully, this was all on the school’s dime, but it also meant that he would be needing to make a trip to the apothecary down in Hogsmeade before he was able to return home. As if his mood wasn’t bad enough, all he wanted to do was spend the night with you curled up in front of the fire, not walk through town during the busiest time of the year.
Complaining about it wasn’t going to make things go faster so he rolled up the parchment and stuck it in his pocket. Making a quick trip to his office for his warmer coat and a scarf, he was soon walking down the snowy path from Hogwarts to the shops. His mood did not seem to improve as the noises and commotion of shoppers started to increase as he approached his destination. The air was brisk and cut into his cheeks. People were busy drinking something warm out of cups from the look of the steam rising out of the openings. Worst of all, the sheer volume of laughter and voices was so high, it nearly made it impossible for him to think. The scowl on his face surely contrasted the happy mood of everyone around him, but it seems like they could be bothered less by what was happening outside of their own little bubble. Good. All he wanted to do was to get what he needed and get out of there.
The sound of the shop bell rang through the space signalling his entrance to the shopkeeper. With a silent greeting to each other, he made quick work of getting what he needed and whatever he couldn’t find, he put in for a special order to be delivered. He was able to pay and complete his trip in less than 5 minutes. As he shrank everything to fit securely into his pouch, he noticed through the frosted glass of the apothecary the sign for Madam Puddifoot’s teashop. While he dreaded stepping foot in there, it was the only place close by to acquire tea and he figured he should pick up some of your favourite citrus blend as a surprise. Only the thought of you was able to soften his frown a touch, but as he opened the door to the pink covered store, it quickly returned in severity. He made quick to flag someone down and bark his order to try and get out of the cheer infested space. His luck just seemed to continue to worsen though as he was informed it will still take a few to wrap his tea with the number of customers present. Can anything go right today?
As he was waiting for the witch to return, he took a seat along a red velvet cushion by the storefront. He tried his best to ignore all that was going on around him, but the racket made it difficult. At the sound of an obnoxiously loud laugh, his gaze was turned to a table in the far right. There sat a child no more than five with two people who were no doubt the parents. Whatever had happened had made the father laugh in clear amusement. He could see how happy the mother was being with them. The child seemed as if they had no care in the world. How unfair and rare.
Watching how content and unaware of the world around them they were, triggered something in him. How could they be so joyful with all that goes on? Do they never fight? Do they actually love each other? Family. What a loaded word it was. The child never has a say in what kind of “family” they get. He certainly never had any sort of resemblance of family in his life. It definitely wasn’t his choice growing up, he was just dealt the worse hand. His train of self-loathing was cut off when the witch from before walked up with his order. He paid quickly wanting to get out of there as fast as he could.
The second he stepped out the door, he apparated away and landed in front of yours and his shared dwelling. Unfortunately, thoughts of his father and childhood, or rather thereof, still swirled in his mind. His shoes and coat joined yours on the hook before following the sound of your voice.
There you were in the living room, clad in nothing but his sweater, ornament in hand singing and dancing along to a Christmas song he’s heard a million times but has never learned the words of. He leaned against the frame just taking in the moment. The stress and frustrations of the day withering away the longer he stood there watching you. It wasn’t until you placed your delicate hands across your stomach that a large toothy smile broke across his face.
“Severus!” you startled. “I’m going to have to attach a little bell on you if you keep sneaking up on me like that!”
You rested your hands on your hips in a scolding manner but the grin on your face gave away the joy you felt now that he was home.
“I’m sorry darling. I just love watching you dance.”
Pushing himself off the wall, he circled his arms around you pulling you in for a kiss. And another one. Maybe just one more.
You laughed at his antics and gave in to the affection, not that you minded one bit.
“I’m sorry I didn’t wait for you to start decorating. I couldn’t help myself.”
“It’s alright. I know how much you love this time of year. Your impatience increases tenfold with anything relating to the holiday season.”
You swatted your hand playfully against his chest, but the man was correct. “If you know that already then what are you doing still standing there! Get into something cosy so you can help your love and child out decorating this tree.” You spun him around and gave his tush a tap to get him moving.
His glare was harmless, but the smile was sincere. He gave you one last kiss and bent down to give your belly one for good measure as well. Walking into the bedroom, he was quick to change into a warm pair of pyjamas.
As he walked back into the living room, realisation fell over him. There you sat, hands protectively against the swollen bump, singing along softly to the music. He had promised himself the second he found out you were pregnant that he will be the man and father his own was not. With that thought in mind, he took place on the opposite side of the sofa and pulled you to lay against him. Giving him a pleased sigh, you made yourself comfortable knowing that the man you loved more than anything was right here with you.
He may not have had a family growing up, but you, him, and your soon-to-be child is all the family he’ll ever need.
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Snolidays - Week 2: Snowfall - Starlight & Ball
As an older and more experienced wizard, Severus Snape now knows how to navigate the social circles at the Malfoys' annual Yule Ball. And it certainly helps that he now has the means to have adequate dress robes tailored for the occasion. He almost looks dashing - even next to Lucius Malfoy.
Severus Snape can put on such an impressive act that he nearly manages to deceive himself. He is actually enjoying the evening. Despite knowing that his friendship with the other guests is based on falsehood. He is, after all, only attending the ball to spy for the greater good.
Somewhat a sequel to my previous Snape-at-a-ball-drawing, The Charming Spy. I thought it would be fun to make a version with a more mature Snape. You can support me on Ko-fi if you’d like ^^ I'd really appreciate it!
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ofnightsndsongs · 2 years
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Snolidays ’21 - A Warm Drink
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sneverussape · 2 years
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in the bleak midwinter
the story of severus’ birth.
snapecelebration - week 1 - miracle
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shuaib1220 · 2 years
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To all of those who enjoyed my Raisin Snape 1.0, my magnificent artistic skills provide. I present to you - Raisin Snape 2.0 (new improved and suave as ever): festive edition. Bask in the glory of Raisin + Snape supremacy during these days ✨ 😌
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