The Half Blood Prince 👑

Still trying to figure out 'my art style' of Snape. I'll probably redraw this in the future to adjust the nose bc I swear I feel like I draw Sirius 😭

Commission for Luciole based on Deepshadows2 fic The Minister's Bodyguard

My contribution to the Potions & Parchment SSHG Holiday Prompt Fest! 🎄✨

Art for the Potions and Parchment @p-and-p-admin Holiday Prompt Fest 2024! My prompt was Hermione is on the naughty list and "Father Christmas" gives her a special gift.

The man, clad in deep forest green robes, his face obscured by a pitch-black mask, was a formidable presence. The only part of him that remained visible was his eyes—eyes that Lily would recognize anywhere. Those eyes had been a constant in her life, a connection that predated magic, Hogwarts, and even James. Her breath caught in her throat as she whispered his name in her mind: Sev.

The entire Order, save Dumbledore, reacted instinctively, wands drawn and trained on the mysterious figure. Dumbledore, however, raised his hand, urging them to lower their defenses. His gaze remained fixed on the figure, a mix of expectation and concern in his expression.

As Lily's shock subsided, she took in the full extent of the man's condition. The realization hit her like a curse—he was limping, blood soaking his robes from a deep wound in his lower torso, and, most horrifying of all, he was missing an arm. Her heart clenched painfully in her chest.

"Bellatrix and Rudolphus Lestrange are now dead," the man announced, his voice raspy but firm. "Along with the rest of the Lestrange family. While the latter was not requested, there were some... complications."

Dumbledore nodded solemnly, reaching into his robes to produce a large sack full of Galleons. He handed it to the man, who accepted it without hesitation.

"Your arm..." Dumbledore began, his voice heavy with unspoken concern.

"It's a work in progress," the man replied curtly, dismissing the concern as he reached into his robes and retrieved an envelope, sealed with the emblem of a Raven. "Here is the information you requested."

Dumbledore accepted the envelope, his eyes never leaving the figure before him. "Thank you, my boy," he said softly.

"Don't thank me," the man scoffed, his tone cold and detached. He briefly glanced at Lily, their eyes meeting for the briefest of moments. Her heart ached at the sight. "It's just business."

Panville 💕

Cause my love is mine, all mine

I love mine, mine, mine

Nothing in the world belongs to me