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Severus initially had an overwhelming feeling of disbelief and confusion when the Headmaster explained the situation. Surely he must have misunderstood the Headmaster? Surely the Headmaster knew that he was not a victim of a mere prank? They had tried to kill him. And he wanted Severus to swear to never speak of it?

The feeling of disbelief faded as he slowly realised and accepted that nobody cared about him. Eventually, he stopped listening. He felt himself becoming numb. At the time, Severus was oblivious to the fact that he was using underdeveloped, natural Occlumency to hide his true feeling and shield himself from what was happening. An ability that would benefit him greatly in the future.

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And after that I also made a rough sketch for a fun idea with a late night sneaking around that I l've got, so here's that as well

"Detention, Potter."

Severus started spying at 20. It's possible that the man we see in canon is similar to the man he would be when finally free to be himself, but this time around, I can't help but wonder how much of what we see of Severus Snape is a carefully constructed lie.

I took so much as true the first time around, and this time I'm questioning all of it. Maybe he hates the Malfoys. Maybe he hates Potions. Maybe Professor Snape is just a role for him, a living performance, and he'd act totally different once Voldemort was defeated.

Snape sketch

Severus Snape

Loser of my life

"So I heard this from Cissy who got it from Bingles, who heard it from Whumper, who heard it from Biffey that the Dark Lord planned a raid for dawn tomorrow."

Because of course, being Slytherin House, they'd have nicknames like Bertie Wooster's friends at the Drones Club.

Severus stopped in the entryway and turned from the troll leg umbrella stand. He hoped Sirius hadn't seen him move it two inches out. Tonks was due shortly after him.

"Look, I'm not going to be an arsehole. I mean, I might be but I'm not trying to be-"

"Would you please spit it out so I can leave your hovel?" Severus drawled. A gasp from behind the curtained portrait told him Walburga heard. Good. She should tell Kreacher to clean.

"Which Biffey are you talking about. Arbuthnot or Headlington?"

What that had to do with anything Severus would like to know.

"Headlington, why?" Severus sighed. He hadn't even had his tea yet.

"Ha!" Sirius crowed. Severus took a step back.

"I knew it! I knew that bastard was a sodding Death Eater!"

"Right. I'll just leave you to revel in your correctness." He edged toward the door.

Sirius ripped open the curtains over the portrait.

"Did you hear that, you old bag? Headlington was a Death Eater!"

Well, that was that, Severus needed to leave. Immediately. He wasn't about to hang about in a doorway listening to two nuts argue. He opened the door and started to ease out.

I want some thoroughly terrifying/amazing elderly women named things like Vera and Evelyn and Parthenope and Eleanora who breed Krups and Kneazels and do needlepoint and embroidery and play the piano and ride well and arrange flowers and take long, healthful walks and say things like "Well, in my day we didn't have nerves, Miss Brown" or "Albus, have you taken complete leave of your senses?" or "It seems to me a Wizard of your calibre could avoid looking geriatric. You don't see me going about creaking like an oak in a storm. It's unseemly."

Mostly I want this because I want Dumbledore to have a few terrifying elderly friends who immediately take to adult Severus. If you've read...many of the books published in the 20s and 30s...then you probably know the type. She seems to have been a stock character, especially in the Bertie Wooster and detective books.

Vera Dalrymple (Ravenclaw; wouldn't you like to know, nosy; prize Krup and Kneazel breeder) visits her old friend and Severus is tasked with escorting her on a tour (the problem with being the youngest professor). Being an alarming old busybody, she gets the entire tale of what brought him to teach at Hogwarts (mostly by staring at him like an annoyed owl).

By the end of the tour they're fast friends and she's ready to throttle Albus on Severus' behalf. Also, she told him some of the racier tales of what they got up to in the 1890s (sardines, she explained, can be quite...erotic...depending on who you're budged up against). Severus vows never to so much as touch the third floor utility closet with a bargepole and thinks she's wonderful.

She told him all about Dumbledore singeing his eyebrows off in third year and how he came to teach at Hogwarts.

(Albus, I know you blame yourself, and I'm not saying you shouldn't, but this moping is absolutely the last straw. You didn't see me trailing around like some kind of death omen when I found out Bill Featherington drank, did you? So you got taken in by some charismatic megalomaniac...could happen to anyone, really. Pull your socks up and get on with your life, man. You've always liked teachinng and Hogwarts is going to need a new Transfiguration professor soon. Yes, old Airedale is retiring. Stuff it, Albus. He was Airedale when we were passing notes in his class and Airedale he shall remain. You'll be perfect for it. That you don't look like a parrot in a bad moult is even better.)