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Maybe in another life …

5th year. the marauders have just finished creating the map.

before this, severus can at least convince himself that running into james and sirius is bad luck. they’re bullies.

hogwarts is only so big. eventually your paths cross. they know where he is.

he skips dinner to hide in the library. they’re there.

he leaves potions early to take a route no one uses. they’re waiting.

he studies in an abandoned classroom three floors away from where he usually sits. somehow they “happen” to walk in five minutes later.

he starts changing his routines. doubling back. deliberately taking longer routes. hiding in broom cupboards just to see if they’re actually following him.

it doesn’t matter.

they always find him.

and severus’s paranoia is now boundless. because no one believes him? how could they? when he doesn’t even have proof. when they all think he’s just being like this because the marauders are always on his nerves.

so he decides to solve the problem himself.

is someone telling them where he is? is hogwarts enchanted? are they using some obscure tracking spell? he starts testing hypotheses because this is impossible. no fifteen-year-olds should be able to predict another person’s movements with this kind of accuracy.

while trying to figure out how they keep finding him, he starts noticing all the other things that don’t make sense. remus disappears every month. pomfrey escorts him off somewhere. the others get weirdly defensive whenever anyone asks where he’s been. there’s that bloody tree on the grounds no one’s allowed near.

in severus’s head, all of these clues become one giant mystery. he thinks if he figures out what they’re hiding, he’ll finally understand how they always know where he is.

and then sirius realizes exactly what’s happening. instead of just telling him how to get past the whomping willow, he says something like,

“you want to know how we keep finding you? go through the willow tonight.”

Pt. 3

Pt.2

Let’s name it “Late at night at the bar”

like, the lack of alertness and callousness of it all is ridiculous. ridiculous enough for you to know just how filthy privileged he was growing up.

the golden trio were whipping their wands out at the sound of ants crawling across floorboards during the second war, they were pretty much clutching their wands even when asleep. yeah that's what happens when you're in fight or flight mode your whole life, with nobody to hand you everything on a silver platter and everybody attacking your class of people.

now imagine what it must've been like for snape, risking his life to play double agent when he was already in a socially compromising position.

you've been warned.

God, i've just realised something. well, like, everyone knows that moment where...

Sirius’s head turned. He had become very still, like a dog that has scented a rabbit. “Excellent,” he said softly. “ Snivellus.”

so anyway, the Dangling Jinx = Levicorpus, that spell invented by Severus, the one that was used against him. /there's a slight difference, though, with my analogy in that it hoists a person up by one ankle. although, say, in the games it's sometimes shown as two/ but even so.

you know who else gets hoisted by the ankles and hung upside down? rabbits. before they're skinned.

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i'll say it again.

rabbits

like a dog that has scented a rabbit.

are hung upside down by their legs

There was another flash of light, and Snape was once again hanging upside down in the air.

before they're skinned.

Happy birthday, Dazai 💕 I usually don't draw anything for his birthday, so I wanted to do smth this year.