inkstainedsand

PROMPT.

TW: Horrific child abuse, hospital setting.

Severus is the senior nurse on duty in Resus when they get a call that they're bringing in a critically injured 4-year-old boy that supposedly fell down the stairs in their house. The ambulance team isn't so sure the story adds up.

Severus makes the announcement after getting off the phone and filling out a quick form, just the basics, and everyone rushes to get things ready for the child.

But when the child is quickly wheeled in and Severus and the med team begin their examinations and assessment, seeing that the boy is in far worse shape than they had expected.

When they got the blood off his face to check for the source of the head and facial injuries Severus felt as though he had almost seen a ghost.

He was looking into a copy of his old childhood bully's face, only much younger than he had ever known James. He knew in that moment who this boy was, though Harry Potter's parents had been dead for years.

He should excuse himself. Working on someone you know is usually against the rules unless there is no way to help it.

"Severus?" Someone said, jolting him out of his shocked thoughts.

"Yes, of course. I'm here. We need to check..."

This was, unfortunately, one of those times that there was no helping it. Resus was busier than usual today and no one could take his place on such a serious case.

By the time they had the boy stable, it was very apparent that while falls down stairs were extremely common this was not what had happened to the boy. These injuries could not have been gotten that way.

Suspecting child abuse, Severus made a phone call. He was a mandated reporter, after all. But he would have called even if he hadn't been. He came from an abusive home himself and he couldn't bear to look the other way when he knew a child was suffering as he once had.

No one had come for Severus. But someone would bloody well come for the children in Severus's care. Even the child of one of his childhood abusers. If he went back, Severus was afraid that next time an ambulance was called the boy would already be beyond help.

Home, peace, stuffed spider

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Harry isn’t interested on the books in the potion section and Severus is still unsure about how this whole parenting thing works

I think the quality went down considerably because of the size of the document..... so here are some close ups that hopefully look better:

Harry has been living with Snape as his legal guardian for a while, and whilst he hasn’t been punished, clear rules haven’t been set either. Harry has not a single instance of survival instincts in his body, so he decides to start pushing boundaries with pranks(rip Severus I’m so sorry)

Now, knowing what he knows about Severus and his background with bullying, alongside Harry’s own background with it, he doesn’t want to do anything truly mean spirited. He also knows that Severus really likes his space organized and clean, so nothing that creates loads of mess either. He kept running into dead ends until Hermione gets back from her summer holiday in America.

She has obviously told him all about her trip, including visiting a southern style barbecue restaurant. There she had something “that cannot and should not legally be considered tea and is a disgrace to the people who enjoy tea everywhere in the world.” It was apparently a cold tea(?!) with heaps of sugar(?!?!). It was perfect for Snape.

The next couple of days were spent planning. Sev had to start brewing for the infirmary restock before the term started, which means he would be pretty busy. Harry graciously and innocently offered to help with cooking meals so Severus could focus on his invaluable work that Severus provides to all of the students and staff.

His brewing was almost entirely complete, and working tirelessly for an entire week had him exhausted. He was grateful for Harry’s Potter’s continued help with housework, although he felt slightly guilty for essentially being exactly like the monsters who had housed him previously. He had also felt guilty for his continued suspicion of the boy. He had been slightly too helpful, not complaining once, but every so often he would catch Harry smirking while staring at him.

His final potion was done and just needed to cool. He felt the bone deep exhaustion creeping in more and more, no longer be held at bay by the laundry list of tasks he had to complete. Merlin’s hairy fucking balls he needs tea, a drink, and a nap in that order. The sound of a door opening makes his head snap up; he sees Potter enter with a barely concealed smirk.

Harry: “Hello sir I’ve brought you some tea and biscuits since your brewing is done.”

Snape is automatically suspicious, spy’s instincts and whatnot but he decides to say screw it and drink the tea. He earned it and he was about 80% sure that Potter was over the horrendous way Severus had treated him. He lifted the mug to his lips and reveled in how nice the warm, smooth, and slightly bitter the drink in front of him was about to feel.

He parts his lips and welcomes the taste of his favorite, except the taste was all wrong. Why was it cold? Why did it taste like it had enough sugar to give a horse type two diabetes??? He spit it out immediately and started coughing.

Harry had a shit eating grin plastered on his face. He was desperately holding back peels of laughter.

Harry: “What’s the matter sir? Is the tea not to your liking?”

Severus: “That! That should not be considered tea! It is awful I can feel my blood sugar elevating!”

Harry: “It a new style of tea I’m experimenting with, it’s from the southern United States.”

Severus started laughing, honest to god full bellied laughs. This was so ridiculous; he was so tired, but he couldn’t stop laughing. He wanted to be mad, but just couldn’t bring himself to get angry like he should’ve been.

Harry on the other hand was absolutely freaking to fuck out.

Harry: “Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, I broke Snape! What do I do??? HEDWIG, HELP I BROKE SEVERUS”

This obviously made Severus just laugh harder, and he was having indescribable amounts of joy seeing Harry freak out.

anyways this is really fucking cute i read all the way through!! this is such a fun scenario i like how harry freaked tf out ughhgvgh

Ifyou have any more ideas/input or are just interested in collabing with me on making a new event for the fandom, please let me know, i’m open to all forms of contact. Comments, reblogs, asks always open, and Dms too!!

So these are examples of what a fake art collab would look like. Fake art collabs are typically used for creators to boost community engagement. it’s they draw out bases/use free ones, draw their oc(s) as one of their character(s) on the template, and have their followers draw their own ocs on the unused base area on the template!! So since this is a communal thing, i was thinking of seeing if three-four artists (me included) would volunteer to make bases/draw on one they find and then post them on a specific day for others on the community to use and collab with. Instead of it being ocs however, since this is for the severitus fandom, it would be templates centered around snape and harry!! If you’re still confused i can answer questions in the comment section below.

James choked on his pumpkin juice. Lily, who had been lazily playing with the ends of James’s hair, froze. 

"You what?" James wheezed.

"It’s a pact," Sirius explained casually, reaching over to steal a piece of bacon off Remus’s plate. Remus didn't even look up from his book; he just automatically shifted his plate an inch closer to Sirius so it would be easier for him to reach. "If we hit thirty and neither of us has found a wife, we'll just tie the knot. For tax purposes. And because I can't cook."

Lily stared at them. She looked at Sirius, who was currently wearing one of Remus’s jumpers, and then at Remus, who was using Sirius’s knee as an armrest.

"Right," she snorted. "A pact."

"Yeah," Remus mumbled. "It’s practical. We already know we can tolerate each other."

"Tolerate," James repeated, incredulous. "Sirius, you literally threatened to hex a first-year yesterday because they bumped into Remus in the corridor."

"He was moving entirely too fast," Sirius defended, looking genuinely offended. "Moony has bad joints."

"And Remus," Lily continued. "You spent three hours last week mending a tear in Sirius's jacket by hand because he claimed the reparo charm makes the leather 'feel itchy.'"

"He has very sensitive skin, Lily," Remus defended. "You know he only sleeps on silk pillowcases."

James rubbed his face with both hands, looking like he was rapidly losing his grip on reality. 

"You two have lived in each other’s pockets for six years. You pushed your beds together since fourth year, you sign your Christmas cards together, Sirius only lets you cut his hair and refuses to study unless his feet are resting in your lap. Yesterday, I watched Sirius eat a piece of toast directly out of Remus's hand."

"My nails were drying," Sirius argued. "I couldn't risk smudging the polish." 

"You're already married!" James exclaimed, throwing his arms up. "You just haven't signed the paperwork! I feel like I'm third-wheeling a sixty-year marriage every time I sit in my own dormitory!" 

Sirius scoffed, rolling his eyes at Remus. "We are not inviting him to the wedding.”

He’s pretty used to making himself scarce whenever things with the dursleys turn south. The faster he can get out of the house, the better. It’s not uncommon for him to sleep at the park or wander around all night to give Vernon time to cool off.

Sometimes, when he’s really desperate, he tries to make it further, but the police always pick him up and bring him right back, making Vernon angrier than he was in the first place.

So the first time Harry messes up at Spinners End, he knows he has to book it out of there. He doesn’t know the area, so eventually he gets lost in Cokeworth. Snape finds him, of course, and drags him home with his lips pressed together so hard that they’re white.

“Stay. There,” he spits out as he deposits Harry in his room for the night.

This incident repeats several times over the following weeks, much to Snape’s fury. It’s disrespectful, it’s disobedient. It’s going to give Snape a heart attack.

But at the same time, he’s starting to realize that there’s more to Harry, and to Harry’s situation than he ever realized.

Harry, too, begins to understand that Snape isn’t the man his uncle is. And Snape hasn’t raised his voice at him in days. He has nothing to fear.

It makes him itchy.

So he leaves through the front door while Snape is brewing, walks to town, and finds a cab willing to drive a kid unaccompanied. Asks the driver to take him to Surrey.

It’s not until he’s standing in front of Number 4, chest heaving, that it occurs to Harry where he is. Why is he here? To drop the other shoe himself? To cut the tension, stop the waiting? Maybe he just needed to run, and see if Snape cared enough to hunt him down again.

Fuck. He can’t keep doing this. Eventually Snape will get sick of him and he’ll lose the best home he ever had. The thought jolts him and he feels his hands go burningly numb with adrenaline.

He doesn’t want to be here at all. He wants to be at Spinners End with Snape.

A sharp pop behind Harry startles him, and he whips around, nearly falling off the porch.

It’s Snape. His face is paper-white, and for the first time, Harry recognizes it not as anger, but as fear. He sees Snape take in the house and the yard, the bars on the second story window around the side.

Harry tries to stuff his hands in his pockets to hide how violently they’re shaking, but realizes that his shorts don’t have any.

Snape stalks up to him, hands already reaching to smooth over Harry’s hair, his shoulders, his arms, looking frantically for injuries. Harry lets him.

“You can’t— you can’t just disappear like that! Merlin, Harry, you could be kidnapped, or lost, or hurt—“

Harry doesn’t realize he’s crying until the salt touches his lips. When did he start crying?

“I’m sorry,” he says through numb lips. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—“

Snape does this funny thing. He wraps his arms around Harry and squeezes.

It knocks the wind right out of Harry’s lungs. He stands there, stiff as a board, thrums of emotion nearly demolishing him. Why is Snape… Maybe it’s to stop him from shaking so much.

“Don’t get rid of me,” Harry says. “I wasn’t— Don’t make me go.”

Snape squeezes even tighter, if possible. Harry tries to let some of the tension seep out of his shoulders, and only half succeeds.

“You foolish boy,” Snape says. “Of course I’m not getting rid of you. You’re stuck with me.”

“Okay,” Harry says, teeth chattering. “Okay.”

Close ups at the bottom ;)

I've gotta say, getting back to drawing after 10+ YEARS of not grabbing even a pencil is not as easy as I've thought lol. i wasn't pleased with the last drawing i made, it turned out weird :\ so i tried extra hard with this one aka watched a lot of videos on yt (f*ck color theory hate that b*tch) tho i still struggled a bit and had to search poses references lol crazy to think i used to draw using the trackpad on my laptop and that turned out somewhat okay (paint tool sai I miss u babe <\3 ibispaint it's okay tho i guess)

ANYWAYS

Hope someone enjoys this, i had fun making it :)

I have so many Severitus fic….but this one …I had to choose it came from : to trust ! @clairdeloon-abie

Only people who read it would understand

Ho there also a old sketch I made from : Obscured @illisius

With a obscurial Slytherin Harry