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Wait What?! Snape’s Daughter Chapter 1

Note: So I started writing this a while ago but never got round to publishing it. A.k.A I forgot about it. Then I remembered about while reading a fanfic and thought you know... fuck it I’ll finish it and upload it. So that's where we are now! Also sorry for spelling a Grammar. Also I know Snape is kind of OC in some parts but it works better.

Title: Wait What?!

Fandom: Harry Potter Obviously 

Rating: M- Swears, Mentions of abuse.

Summary: Two years after Severus Snape started teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry he was in a relationship with a muggle trying to move on from Lily. Didn't work. Unfortunately the relationship only lasted a year before the two went their separate ways. All seemed normal for Snape after that. the only problem was that only days before the two split a child was conceived. Snape never knew he had a child. What happens when he discovers the truth the summer before her first year and her troubled childhood.

Isabelle Jones/Snape (I don't own the pic right to owner)

To say Severus was irritated would be an under statement. It was the summer between Gryffindor's Golden-Pain-In-The-Arse’s second and third year and all he wanted to do was relaxe, and do potions research, both things he couldn't do in the school year because he was either teaching or searching for Slytherins monster. But no! the old man wants to discuss something important Snape ranted in his head I swear to Merlin and back if it just that he has run out leman drops or Potter has some how gotten into trouble he is not going to like the consequences. 

“What is it Albus? Have you run out of those horrid muggle sweets?” Severus asked the headmaster of the school as he entered the office. 

“No Severus, I plenty thank you! Would you like one?” The old man offered the youngest professor. 

“No Albus, you know I don't like them.” Severus turned down the offer pinching the bridge of his nose “Why exactly am I here?”

“Well my boy, as you know around this time in the school holidays Minerva visits the Muggle-born student who will be joining us this year to answer their questions-” Albus started but was interrupted Severus.

“Spit out man! What does it have to do with me?” Severus snapped, his impatience clearly showing.

“You have never been very patent have you Severus”  Albus sighed “Minerva discovered something that should come to some interest to you” Albus explained indicating to the Head of Gryffindor House, who was standing by the  fire place, to take over. 

 “I was just about to visit a Muggle-born student by the name Isabelle Jones when I hear something very disturbing inside the house.” Minerva paused looking for the words the mother used “The mother was yelling at the child ‘you are just like your father a freak worthless piece of crap! Its because of him that you can do things you can. You look just like his you ugly bitch! You even have his huge arse nose! He hated you before you where even born! He left when he found out I was pregnant with you! He couldn't even stand you then and no one will ever be able to stand your presence-”

As Minerva recited the hateful words the mother was yelling at the child Severus felt his stomach drop. Please don't let it be true, Severus pleaded, the time fits the child could of been conceived shortly before we split, but Jones is a popular last name it could just be a coincidence... Besides I would never would of never of left the mother and child to fend for themselves I would of helped even if I was no longer with the mother.

“Then the yelling stopped and I heard the whimpers of a child followed by crack of a belt and a child's cry.” Minerva's voice showed her increasing anger “It was all I needed to hear to know I had to get the child out of that woman's care. I opened the door and quickly binded the mother and checked on the child to see if there were any injuries that needed to be healed on the spot. the poor thing was shaking like a leaf! I did my best to calm and sooth her as I could before bringing her to the infirmary. I remembered what the girls mother said about her father and asked Poppy to cast a spell to identify the girls parents.”  Minerva paused as she walked towards Severus her anger increasing. “Gust who’s name appeared. None other than our very own Severus. Tobias. Snape!” Minerva poked Severus chest as she said his name clearly angry with him.

Severus felt his hole world crumble down around him. I have a daughter... a daughter! Not only did I not know about her but she was abused by her own mother! “Shit” Severus whispered as he ran a hand down his face.

“Oh yes shit, young man! How dare you leave your own child! Not even-” Minerva started to scold Severus but he cut her off.

“Do you really think me so low Minerva? To leave a Pregnant woman to fend for herself! I didn't even know she was fucking Pregnant! Even if I was no longer with her and she told me I would of been there! I would take responsibility! I would of been there. Every. Single. Day. If I knew” Severus exclaimed pain evident in his voice. “You would think if I knew you two would be the first people I would turn to. I consider you two my parent, you care more than my real parents ever did... Imagine how it feels finding out that you have a child you never new about who was also abused, and in the same day having people who you consider your own parents accuses you of abandoning that child-” Severus’s voice cracked, the tears threatening to spill “you know what, forget it, I’m going to check on my daughter.” Severus said exiting the office to equally teary eyed professors behind. 

Love this

Gibbs x reader - You are you

Heyo Beautiful 💕 Could you please do a Gibbs x reader where reader is his child and comes out as ftm? I have bad dysphoria and nobody to talk about it so I could use some comfort 😅💖 - Anon❤️

Hey! I hope this is okay, I don’t have experience here so I’m sorry if anything is wrong ❤️ but remember that you are always beautiful no mater what and I support you ❤️❤️

(P/N) = Preffered name!

Scribbling out the line you just wrote you sighed heavily. How were you going to do this? How was he going to react?

“Why is this so hard…” you mumbled.

Slamming your head onto the table you groaned, chewing the end of your pen.

“Ahhhh!!!” You yelled jumping up.

Scrunching up the paper you threw it in the bin. Running a hand through your short hair, that’s the first thing he’d notice. The second being your new clothes.

Heading into the living room you dropped onto the couch, closing your eyes as you waited, accidentally falling asleep.

“(Y/N)?”

Bolting up you smiled slightly.

“Hey dad.”

Gibbs smiled, lifting your feet as he sat on the end of the couch. He pointed to your hair.

“New haircut?”

“Uhm… yeah… just trying something new…” you smiled sheepishly.

Gibbs didn’t look very convinced. With a heavy sigh, you sat up. Rubbing your hands between your legs as you focused on breathing.

“We need to talk…” you muttered.

“Okay?”

Turning to face him, you averted your eyes. Gibbs got more worried by the second, thinking you had done something wrong.

“Promise you won’t be mad at me?”

“Sweetheart I could never be mad at you.”

You winced at the pet name. You knew it was meant to be comforting but it just made everything so much harder.

“I… Uhm… well… I’m transgender…”

You quickly glanced up to see Gibbs’ slightly confused face.

“You don’t know what it means do you?”

He shook his head, waiting for you to continue.

“Well… Uhm… it’s basically where I don’t feel comfortable in my body? Like I was born as the wrong gender I guess… I may have been born a girl but I identify as a boy?”

You waited for harsh words to follow. For him to say that it was just phase or that he didn’t except it. Instead he just pulled you into his side.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“So… you don’t hate me?” You asked quietly.

“Why would I hate you for being you?”

Tears flooded your eyes, you begun to cry as you cling onto him. You thought he was going to say that it wasn’t acceptable but you also knew he wasn’t like that.

“I love you dad.”

“I love you too kiddo.”

Pulling away, you wiped your tears. Gibbs ruffled your hair with a small chuckle. Pulling at your shirt a little he pulled on of his very few zip up hoodies down from the back of he couch for you to wear.

“Guess we should get you some new clothes tomorrow huh?” He grinned.

“Please. Oh and dad? Can you call me (P/N)?

“Of course I can bud, now let’s go. I heard a new burger place opened up.”

“Nice!”

Fist pumping the air, you ran out the door. Missing the soft smile Gibbs sent your way. He turned out the light, looking at the picture of you from when you were a child.

“I’ll always support you.” He whispered as he closed the door

So true 😂😂😂

My Harry Potter character when I leave them to die in a Devil’s Snare because they ran out of energy:

I’m bisexual and I can’t believe some of the hypocrisy! Like people of the LGBT+ community should know that sexuality isn’t something you can chose! It’s something you discover and for a lot of people they have to learn that they aren’t disgusting or in the wrong! I’m proud it be Bi and if you don’t like that then un follow me!

This is why I don’t tell 99% people im bisexual

So me 😂😂

Ravenclaw: I’m cold.

Gryffindor: Here, have my jacket.

Hufflepuff: Hey, I’m cold too.

Slytherin: What?! *takes off jacket* I fucking told you to bring more fucking layers but of course you didn’t listen and now *piles scarves on Hufflepuff* I fucking have to makes sure you don’t fucking FREEZE TO DEATH, but you’re allergic to sweaters, so what the fuck did I expect, and *takes somebody else’s hat* how fucking long have you been cold? You should’ve said something sooner.

This is a brilliant idea

So if anyone is interested in participating to this project, reply to this or send me a message. I’ll put together a group chat or something (probably on discord) and we’ll see if we can get this idea anywhere.

I would definitely read the hole story

Reblog if you think J.K Rowling should write the full life story of Severus Snape.

This is so true

ENOUGH AREADY! WE GET IT - YOU THINK YOU *KNOW* SLYTHERIN...

We get that you think Slytherin girls are ‘winged eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man’. We get that you think our aesthetic is blood-red lipstick, the clack of stilettos on marble floors, and nails filed to a sharp point.

We get it.

We get that you think Slytherin boys are ‘jaw lines sharp enough to kill a man’ (perhaps we have that in common with the girls, you think?). We get that you think our mood is bitter black coffee, Shakespearean insults, and the burn of vodka as it cascades down your throat.

We get it. So enough already.

You think you know Slytherin? You think our girls are ‘bad-ass bitches’ and our boys are ‘refined gentlemen with wicked sharp tongues’?

Well, let us tell you what it really means to embody power, pride, fraternity, cunning, and ambition.

We’d be lying if we said Slytherin wasn’t that warm feeling of sinking deeper into your seat on the bus after you watch someone miss their stop. But, for all that, Slytherin is also when you were a child sitting on your dad’s shoulders - that feeling of being literally on top of the world, made all the more proud for knowing not only that the people who love you will raise you up but will be there to catch you if you fall.

That’s Slytherin - it’s what you wanted to be when you grew up, it’s your imaginary friend, and it’s getting an A on a test you studied damn fucking hard for.

And, sure, Slytherin is also silently thanking yourself that you looked your best on the days you ran into an ex partner. But Slytherin is the courage to end a going-nowhere relationship in the first place. Slytherin means willing to do what no one else can or will, to put aside desire, fear, and comfort and to just shed what doesn’t serve them; that means being cruel to be kind and knowing, in fact, that cruelty and kindness are not black and white concepts.

That’s Slytherin - it’s your little black dress, it’s self-help books, and it’s drunken chats with strangers in nightclub bathrooms.

We are so much more complex than men in suits or women in doc martens. If all you can think of is conceit when you think of cunning and if all you can think of is dominance when you think of power…then you do not know us. And we will not ask you to try harder next time because we would rather speak for ourselves.

So, enough already; we want ‘us’ done right, so we will do it ourselves.

That’s Slytherin.

This is me in a nutshell 😂

My brain: New story idea!! Must write now!

Me: okay… what’s the plot..?

My brain: Hmm, plot? No, no, no, none of that here, my good friend, my good sir, my good ma’am, but may I offer you an overall general Vibe, an aesthetic if you will, a vague feeling to convey, a-