Don’t Make Me Tap The Sign…

Love this I ship Wolfstar so much ❤️

Puppy Love.

Remus : Confringo

severitus fic

snape: i have turned over a new leaf and see harry as an individual

snape: we share an experience of unsatisfactory home lives

snape: i am present and willing to deal with the consequences of my past

snape: for him, harry, my one and only son

dumbledore: i am so proud of you, my boy

snape: literally fuck off

sirius and ron: i don’t recognize your capacity for love

snape: like fuck all the way off, all of you

mcgonagall: i doubt your maturity based on past experience

hermione: nothing in your public behavior inspires total confidence

snape: valid point

snape: but also go to hell

harry: okay stop all of this

harry: i believe in forgiveness bc i need to move on for my own sake

snape: mhm mhm

snape: no yes i agree and support that decision

snape: even if i don’t actually feel i deserve this level of trust

snape: you mystical creature you

snape: now brb while i torture your entire family on your behalf

snape: so that you might overcome your childhood

snape: but with cleaner air to breathe and like maybe a new house

harry: okay, so how about no

harry: torture is still wrong, even if you do it for me

snape:

snape:

snape: ????

harry: i mean, i’m pretty sure everyone knows this

snape: ????????

snape: how did i ever confuse you for your father

lupin: exactly

I love this it’s so adorable 😍😍

Could You write Severus imagine how he does simple things with his wife and little daughter? Such as going to shop for groceries or spending evening together after long, hard day? 😗

A/N: yOU BET I CAN! Hello! I promise I’m not dead, just busy. Anyways: Here’s a 4/20 gift from me to you <3 Enjoy! 

Severus Snape: Potions master, ex-death eater and… family man?

Word count: 1.325 

Warnings: So. much. FLUFF!

It’s a known truth that your life changes when you have children. Things that used to be less than unimportant suddenly become some of the biggest concerns of your life. You shed the irresponsible, young, awake person you used to be and become a newer, more mature and so much more tired version of yourself. You become responsible for a whole life, and it is, for most people, a most wonderful thing. It’s also known that sometimes, the softness and naive wonder in a child can soften adults who were too hardened and cold from the horrors of the world. Sometimes children make you stop and look away from all the worries and bad news the world brings you, and make you focus on something so small, yet so innocent and significant, and it changes you, bit by bit. From the flowers, pebbles and doodles they give you to the way their head weighs on your chest when they fall asleep on you whilst you read them a story.

This was the case of Severus Snape, who had become the father of a daughter only a mere three years ago, but already had seen himself become softer, something his much younger self would call weak. Now he just called himself more loving, more caring and kind. His wife saw it too, occasionally teasing him about it, saying that if he kept going like this he might start handing out E’s more generously, but he really didn’t mind as much as he pretended to. He couldn’t explain how it had happened, but as he had held his child for the first time, he’d listened to her cry and thought that perhaps this had been a huge mistake, panic rising inside him until the nurse in the room had advised him on how to hold the baby, which had made her stop. And then, as if surprised, his daughter had opened her eyes and looked straight into his own with the most magnificent gaze Severus had ever seen, hitting him with the tranquillising realisation that this child was his and that it was his responsibility to keep her safe from any harm. He’d tried so hard not to let tears fall as he quietly promised to be so much better than the father he had had, promising the newborn to take care of her, even if it meant he was hurt. From then on his daughter had continued to surprise him, melting his cold demeanour, day by day.

‘Should we get the green, yellow or black tea?’ Severus’ wife pointed at each box as she listed them, then looked back to their daughter, who had her small finger in her mouth, her brows slightly frowning as if considering a grave big decision. Her deep, almost black eyes scanned along the boxes, then went back to the first one, then to the last one before finally landing on the one in the middle. She put her finger forward and pointed. Severus heard his wife mumble ‘Excellent choice’ approvingly, smiling, as she picked the box off the shelf and put it in a basket. Severus smiled a little at the scene. Truth be told, no matter how much his daughter may change him, grocery shopping would never be his thing. He always felt sort of out of place amongst the brightly coloured boxes and sharp lights.

Still, his wife had dragged him along, insisting that if anything, it was his turn to do the grocery shopping. Severus looked down as he felt a tug at his robes. He met the large, dark eyes that his daughter had inherited from him. She stretched her arms upwards.

‘Up!’ She said. Severus smiled as he picked her up and put her on his shoulders. ‘Where’d your mother go?’ He asked her. She pointed and Severus took off, feeling strangely sentimental.

***

Maybe grocery shopping wasn’t Severus’ thing, but cooking dinner certainly was. After dinner, it was time to start working on the thousands of assignments that needed to be graded, whilst his wife read to their daughter. It was tough, concentrating on the lists of ingredients and their purposes when the sound of your daughter babbling on about her favourite of the farm animals in the book. Chuckling to himself, Severus wrote a note and a grade, put the assignment away and began on the next one. As the pile of parchment got smaller, the sound of babbling died down, as the telly was turned on and the sound of some family-friendly movie filled the room.

‘Alright, bedtime.’ Severus’ wife said, picking up the sleepy toddler, who had been dozing off on the sofa.

‘Maybe if you’re lucky,’ His wife said ‘Daddy’ll tell you a bedtime story?’ Both the woman and toddler looked hopefully at Severus, who smiled softly. ‘I’ll be with you in a minute.’ He answered. Putting down his quill and putting the remaining papers aside, Severus stood up and made his way to his daughter’s bedroom, where his daughter was waiting for him, already having been tucked in by his wife.  The little girl was holding a book.

‘You already picked one?’ Severus asked, sitting down beside the bed. The girl nodded making a determined ‘Mhmm’ sound. Severus smiled and picked up the book. Then he opened to the first page, cleared his throat and began reading:’Once upon a time…’

***

‘And the princess lived happily ever after. The end.’ Severus finished. He looked up to see his daughter fast asleep. He tilted his head as he adored the toddler. What on earth could he possibly have done to deserve such an amazing daughter? He stroked her hair gently, before turning off her bedside lamp. He let the door to her bedroom stay slightly open. Outside in the living room sat his wife with a book. She looked up at him with a smile.

‘Is she sleeping?’ She asked, extending her hand, gesturing him to come closer. He did. He nodded as he sat down beside her. ‘Yes, she is,’ He said ‘If not then she certainly has a knack for pretending.’ He added, chuckling. His wife laughed lightly, then sighed happily.

‘She’s wonderful.’ She said. Severus put an arm around her. ‘Of course, she is. She has you for a mother.’ He said, earning a laugh from his wife. ‘Oh please, you’re favourite!’ She chuckled. Severus frowned a little. ‘You really think so?’ He asked, his wife nodded. ‘Yeah, she loves you.’ She mumbled fondly, there was a pause as she caressed his cheek, then she added. ‘As do I.’ Severus pulled her into an embrace, stroking her back. ‘I love you too.’ He mumbled into her hair. For a moment there was silence, with the exception of their breaths and the crackling of the fire. ‘Gosh,’ Severus’ wife mumbled, ‘Who knew you of all people would become a family man?’ She said in a whisper. Grinning, Severus softly pushed her away. ‘I’m not a family man.’ He protested. His wife raised her brows. ‘Sure you’re not.’ She said with a sarcastic tone, ‘Wanna go to bed then, Mr I’m-not-a-family-man-I-just-cook-the-dinner?’ She asked, extending her hand. Chuckling, Severus took it. ‘Yes, I do, Mrs There’s-a-reason-I-cook-Because-I-value-my-pots-and-pans.’ He answered. ‘Oh be quiet, you!’ His wife answered, grinning. Severus pulled her in and kissed her softly, then looked into her eyes and said: ‘You started it.’

As his wife laughed softly, Severus vowed to himself, much like he had done several times before, not to ever turn out like his own father and to never ever let go of the family he had. And as his wife kissed him again, he closed his eyes and knew at that moment that it was a vow he was going to keep.

I like believing that Slytherins did fight in the battle, fought for their home, where they grew up. They probably dropped the cloaks and ties in order to not be a target.

Slytherins levitating rubble off of students

Slytherins sending the spiders flying out windows

Slytherins using hidden passages to evacuate students

Slytherins using hidden passages to sneak up on the enemy

Slytherins with no death eater affiliations, fighting death eaters to save their friends

Slytherins with death eater affiliations going through a mental turmoil as they have to make a decision on which home means more to them, and choosing Hogwarts.

Slytherins, fighting for Hogwarts because hogwarts is home. Where they had their first crush, kiss, ghost encounter. Where they learned how to read the stars and bottle fame. Where they met the people they now call brothers and sisters.

Slytherins man. Teenagers fighting in a war that they never should have to, but doing it anyway because they protect what is theirs.

This would be awesome

All I want is a FREE Harry Potter dating app so I can find my nerdy soulmate, OK. I want it to include houses and ships and potentially be called “Howlr.” Come on squad let’s make this happen!

Reblog if you actually give a shit about anyone who’s suicidal or depressed.

No one should scroll past this

Sirius: I love you, my beautiful moonykins

Remus: I love you Sirius, my sweet sugarpie

James: I love you, my incredible Lilypad

Lily: I love you, my wonderful Jamsiepoo

Peter: I love you, my lovely, delicious bagel

Peter: *kisses bagel*

AAAAAHHHHH I’m not crying! You are! 😭😭😭😭

snape being there when you died would include...

~enjoy :)

- snape hearing your blood curdling screams as you’re hit with the cruciatus curse and his heart immediately stopping.

- watching voldemort and hearing bellatrix’s laughs as voldemort tells Nagini to kill you. 

- closing your eyes as the humungous snake lunges toward you, biting into your side resulting in an unbearable pain beginning. 

- watching as voldemort and the death eaters leave. You realize that you are dying so you close your eyes once more and wait for your heart to stop beating.

- hearing footsteps running towards you very quickly. you open your eyes and see snape crouching down by your side. you look at him as tears start to build up in your eyes.

- Snape instantly pulling you into his lap, ignoring the fact that it caused you to hurt even more, and clutching onto your hands tightly.

- Your breathing begins to fasten and the pain increases in your side as you look into snapes eyes.

- “s-severus.. i love you so much… i- i’m sorry i went to meet him without you.. i just wanted to help.” 

- those words triggering snape as his tears finally flow down his face as he tightens his grip on your hands. 

- “y/n i love you so so much more. I’m so sorry. if i could trade places with you i would. you’re not going to be in pain anymore i promise.” he looked into your eyes as you begin to cry even more.

- the room beginning to spin and snapes voice beginning to fade out every once in awhile. your heartbeat speeding up and you realize this is it. you’re going to die.

- you begin to shake as you breathe quickly. “severus..i-im scared.” 

- snape not saying anything as he leans down and kisses you passionately on the lips. some blood getting on his lips in return because your blood had risen to your lungs. 

- Knowing that these were your last few seconds alive, you squeeze snapes hands and look into his dark black eyes. “I love you.. always..”

- The room beginning to fade as your heart suddenly stops and the love of your life’s face is no longer able to be seen.

- Snape beginning to sob as he feels your grip loosen and the usual sparkle in your eyes, disappear. 

- Dumbledore appearing in the room suddenly as he sees the sight in front of him. his heart beginning to ache for severus but also for you because he had liked you very much.

- Snapes sobs beginning to fade as he closes your eyelids and whispering “always”

some of y'all didnt grow up as the person nobody has a crush on and it really shows

When the Nazi concentration camps were liberated by the Allies, it was a time of great jubilation for the tens of thousands of people incarcerated in them. But an often forgotten fact of this time is that prisoners who happened to be wearing the pink triangle (the Nazis’ way of marking and identifying homosexuals) were forced to serve out the rest of their sentence. This was due to a part of German law simply known as “Paragraph 175” which criminalized homosexuality. The law wasn’t repealed until 1969.