Snultiverse

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Imagine it from Severus’s perspective: the bullying had always been relentless, humiliating, cruel—but this? This was different. This was calculated.

It was sometime in his fourth year, the year (unbeknownst to him) the Marauders began developing the map, when everything shifted. Before, they’d hexed him, shoved him, called him names—vile, humiliating names. But there were usually limits. Someone would intervene eventually: a teacher passing by, a prefect, even a handful of classmates, the same few every time, who knew exactly where the line was and weren’t afraid to say when it had been crossed. Severus always thought it had gone too far—but at least there had been a line.

Now there wasn’t.

Now it was like no one was ever around. Not one professor, not a single prefect, not the Head Boy or Girl. Not even Hagrid. Not anyone who somewhat cared. A school filled with staff and authority figures—and somehow, no one ever showed up. It felt deliberate. The Marauders didn’t even bother to check over their shoulders anymore. Their jeers, once whispered in corridors, now rang out boldly in front of classmates. The taunts were louder. The attacks more physical. And the worst part? Lupin had stopped looking guilty.

He used to glance around, tense when things escalated—ashamed, maybe, or just afraid of being scolded for standing by. But now? He didn’t even pretend to care. He’d sit nearby with a book open, eyes fixed on the pages like nothing was happening right in front of him. Like if he pretended hard enough, it wouldn’t be real.

It only got worse from there. The attacks weren’t just louder—they were bolder, crueler, more invasive. They stopped caring who saw like they knew whoever was around wouldn’t stop them, stopped pretending it was all just a joke. And eventually, it wasn’t just Severus they went after—it was everything he had.

That was when it broke Severus. Not just emotionally, but materially. He didn’t have much—everyone could see that. His worn robes, his patched bag, the way he held onto things like they were precious—because they were. His belongings were often the focus of their mockery, and when they started destroying them, he couldn’t afford to replace anything. They began throwing his things into the lake. His ink, his books, even his wand once.

That was when Severus gave up on pride. He reverted to the oldest strategy he knew—one forged in childhood fear: hide. He memorized their class schedules, their favorite hangouts. He adjusted his routes. Changed his routines.

But somehow, they always found him.

And they loved that. They loved knowing they’d scared him into hiding. That he flinched before their laughter. That his shoulders tensed when he turned corners. That’s when Severus knew: hiding wouldn’t be enough anymore.

He’d have to fight back.

He began hexing harder, crafting sharper spells—protective ones, retaliatory ones. Magic that bit deeper, burned longer. Magic that began to veer into darker places. He didn’t care.

They had something—he didn’t know what, but it gave them an edge. Some kind of advantage that let them corner him, track him, always stay one step ahead.

So he stopped hiding. If they had tools, he would build weapons.

Because if no one was coming to save him, then he’d become something they couldn’t touch.

I genuinely don’t understand how people argue that the Levicorpus scene in Snape’s Worst Memory isn’t at least sexual harassment — or even sexual assault, depending on how you view the context.

The common defense is that James didn’t physically use his hands to remove Snape’s clothing, but in the magical world, that logic doesn’t hold. Magic is an extension of the caster’s intent. Whether the act is done with hands, a wand, or a spell doesn’t change the nature of the violation. If someone forcibly manipulates your body, exposes you in public, and threatens to go further, the tool they use is irrelevant — the power dynamic and intent are what matter.

What often gets ignored is that the scene cuts out before we see what James does next. People assume Snape wasn’t further exposed because the story fades to black — but that’s just it: we don’t know. James threatens to remove Snape’s underwear in front of a crowd, and nothing in the text tells us definitively whether he stopped or followed through. That ambiguity should concern people, not comfort them.

Another argument people use is that Levicorpus became a popular joke spell later on. But the book specifies it was used among friends. There’s no reason to assume those later uses involved public exposure or humiliation, and definitely no reason to compare that kind of consensual teasing to the targeted bullying the Marauders inflicted on Snape. Context is everything — and this was not a prank between equals. This was a public attack meant to shame and humiliate someone the Marauders had already been tormenting for years.

The intent here is key. James didn’t just flip Snape upside down and leave it at that. He escalated it. He exposed him, mocked him, and threatened to strip him completely. If the goal hadn’t been humiliation, he would’ve stopped the moment Snape’s underwear was showing. Instead, he continued. There is no interpretation of threatening to forcibly strip someone in public that isn’t inherently abusive — and yes, sexually abusive. that point, we’re no longer in “boys will be boys” territory. We’re in a very real space of harassment — one that, if it happened in real life, most people would recognize immediately.

I find it telling that so many people minimize this moment simply because it involves a character they like. If it had happened to anyone else — especially a girl, or even a character who wasn’t already widely hated — the reaction would be very different. But because it’s Snape, and because it’s James, people twist themselves into knots trying to argue it wasn’t “that bad.”

You don’t need to pretend your favorite characters are morally perfect to enjoy them. It’s entirely valid to like flawed, even terrible characters. But pretending this wasn’t a serious violation — or arguing that it’s harmless because “magic isn’t physical” — is both intellectually dishonest and morally inconsistent.

And that’s the thing. I’ve asked people outside this fandom — real-world friends, family members — what they’d do if something like this happened to their 15-year-old child. Almost unanimously, they called it either sexual harassment or sexual assault. If this had happened to any other character — a girl, a fan-favorite, someone considered “good” — I honestly doubt the same people would be rushing to defend it or minimize it.

So it makes me wonder: is this really about how the scene was written? Or is it about how uncomfortable it is to admit that characters you love have done indefensible things?

Severus felt the icy water seeping through the cracks in his shoes and cursed. His impervious charm has failed, which meant that the leather was too old to hold any more magic. He was going to have to come up with a new pair from somewhere. 

Between searching for the plants he needed and worrying about finding new shoes, he was distracted enough that the voice behind him scared him nearly out of his skin. 

“What're ya doin’ in the Forbidden Forest?”

“Hagrid! I, uh-”

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these ideas are slightly fanon-aligned because canon makes me sad :(

1st: post hogwarts!severus decides to dress up as a sweet little lady to gift james potter with a hair potion. severus claims it's because she wants to work for fleamont and the potion is her newest invention. james accepts this easily as it's just another girl throwing herself at his feet. he uses it, and he becomes bald for a whole month. lily's considering breaking off the engagement while james is threatening to sue. but he doesn't know who because severus polyjuiced into a rando muggle woman :(

2nd: one time, severus stays over at lucius' house and he discovers a few plants in his garden that could be used for potions. he plucks a few and makes a few batches in the brewing room. by the time he's done, it's night time, and he wants to wash his hands and go to sleep. however, the malfoys have the insane rich people wash basins which severus doesn't know how to use. he doesn't want to be a bother and wake lucius, and he's downright terrified of abraxas. a scourgify doesn't get rid of the strong smell, and he ends up having to sleep the whole night with his hands smelling like formaldehyde.

3rd: evan is narcissa's favourite cousin, so he knows a lot about her. when lucius gets ready to court narcissa, he doesn't know much about the things she likes, so he uses severus as a mailperson to ask evan all about narcissa since he's not in hogwarts anymore. so he just knows a bunch of unnecessary facts about narcissa. all thanks to evan and lucius.

3rd: severus made fun of lily for reading thrashy romance novels, and as revenge, she wrote jeverus smut and owled it to him in the middle of breakfast at the great hall. and severus just had to act like he wasn't about to pass out from embarrassment while avery and mulciber demanded to know why he'd gone so red all of a sudden and what lily sent him.

4th: one time, severus spent 14 hours studying. like, straight up 14 hours.

5th: in 5th year, severus polyjuiced himself into sirius' fling/girlfriend at the time and snuck into the gryffindor tower. just to speak to james and then slap him really hard. it caused a fight between james and sirius and people started speculating that the reason james was so angry at sirius' new girlfriend was because he was in love with sirius.

"Sirius’s head turned. He had become very still, like a dog that has scented a rabbit."

He’s in every book. His story shapes the entire plot. and literally has a book named after him. And yet, when it comes to Marauders content, it’s like he’s been scrubbed out of the timeline completely.

You know when you’re absolutely convinced that someone is lying to you, or that the guy you’re seeing is taking you for a complete idiot, and you’ve got proof but you can’t actually use it because it’s all based on stuff you figured out from stalking way too many social media accounts? And that idea starts to obsess you because you know you’re right and you need to throw it in his face, because the bastard’s been gaslighting you the entire relationship so much so that you’ve had to go back to therapy? And you’re fully aware that if you confirm what you know, you’ll have to double your sessions and you’re going to be a total wreck, but you don’t care. Because you need to prove you’re right and you’re not crazy, and while you’re at it, expose that son of a bitch who’s ruined your life?

Well, that’s how I imagine Severus. With that same compulsive need.