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Like, they’ll sit there in their comfortable rooms and preach about how "nothing excuses his actions," but they will never, ever understand the view from the bottom. They see a bitter man; I see the kid who had nothing. I see the greasy hair and the mismatched, oversized clothes and I don't see a "villain"—I see the kid who didn't have enough money for soap. I see the kid whose parents were too busy drowning in their own war to notice he was being hunted in the hallways.

And the "bullying victims" who hate him? Those are the ones that hurt the most.

If you were a TRUE victim of that kind of soul-crushing bullying, you wouldn’t be able to stand the Marauders. You wouldn't be able to look at James Potter and see a "hero."

How can you say you were bullied and then turn around and justify the Marauders? You’re doing the exact same thing everyone did to you. You’re looking at a kid who was a scapegoat, a kid who was humiliated for his appearance and his poverty, and you’re saying "Well, James and Sirius had a rough life too, so it’s okay that they targeted him." You’re literally doing what your bullies did. You’re giving the "privileged" bullies a pass because they’re charming or because they "had it rough" in a way that’s easy to pity—like a strict family—while turning a blind eye to the raw, grinding survival of the kid they targeted.

And don’t even start with the "he bullied children when he got older" argument. You want to talk about how he turned out? Let’s talk about what happens when you spend your entire childhood being the punching bag for "golden boys." Let's talk about the bitterness that rots your soul when you realize the world will always prefer a charming bully over a poor, "scary" victim.

You think you and Snape went through the same thing? Then how can you forgive the people who broke him? You’re just proving my point. You’re choosing the side of the people who never had to dig in the trash for a "toy." You're choosing the people who have a safety net, while the rest of us are just trying not to drown in the silence.

It’s the absolute hypocrisy of the "SA victim" to card being used to silence anyone who defends Snape. How can you claim to care about consent and bodily autonomy, and then watch a scene where a boy is levitated, pinned, and stripped by force in front of a laughing crowd, and not call it exactly what it is?

It’s assault. Period.

But because it’s Severus, everyone suddenly develops selective amnesia. Because he’s "the weird kid," because he’s a Slytherin, because he’s "ugly" or "bitter," you decide his body doesn't belong to him. You justify James Potter and Sirius Black stripping him in public as "just a prank" or "schoolboy rivalry."

If that were any other character—if that were a girl, or if that were one of the "Golden Trio"—you would be screaming from the rooftops about the trauma of that moment. You would be talking about the lifelong psychological damage of having your privacy and your body violated for the entertainment of your peers.

But no. You’ll look a real survivor in the eye and say it’s different. You’ll say it’s okay because of who he became later. Since when does being a "bitter adult" retroactively make it okay for people to have assaulted you when you were a fifteen-year-old kid with no one to protect you?

How dare you.

How dare you use the language of survivors to protect the bullies and the predators just because they’re "charming" and "heroic." You’re not standing up for victims; you’re standing up for the people who think they have the right to touch and humiliate anyone they deem "lesser" than them just for EXISTING . If you can watch that scene and laugh, or even just shrug it off, you aren't a champion for victims—you’re just another person turning a blind eye to the reality of assault because the victim wasn't "likable" enough for you to care.

It’s the sheer isolation that follows that kind of trauma—the kind where you realize that your body isn't yours and your dignity can be erased in a single afternoon for the amusement of the "heroes."

How can you not see the psychological prison he lived in after that?

Imagine the next day. Imagine walking into the Great Hall and having to meet the eyes of every single student, wondering if they were there. Wondering if they saw everything. Wondering if they’re replaying the moment you were stripped and humiliated while you’re just trying to eat your breakfast. Every laugh in the corridor, every whisper behind a hand—it all becomes a weapon. You stop looking up. You stop making eye contact. You become a ghost in your own skin because it’s the only way to feel safe afraid of ripping your skin with your hands if you don't feel safe.

And the "house" that was supposed to be his family? He became a stranger there, too. When you’re the "poor kid" who got publicly shamed, your own housemates don't always rally around you; sometimes they distance themselves because they don't want the "loser" scent to rub off on them. He was isolated in the one place he was supposed to belong.

Then there’s Lily.

Everyone talks about how "he called her a name," but nobody talks about the context of a boy in the middle of a mental breakdown and physical assault. He was being violated, his adrenaline was red-lining, he was humiliated beyond repair—and in that moment of total powerlessness, he lashed out at the only person he cared about try to actually stop instead of just talking or hit the four boys who were actually hurting him.

That small detail—the flicker of a smile before she "caught herself"—is what makes the blood boil. It’s the ultimate betrayal.

Imagine being at your lowest point, being physically violated and publicly mocked, and looking to the one person in the world who is supposed to be your "safe place," only to see them enjoying it for even a split second. That smile confirms every dark thought a person in poverty has: Even the people who "love" me think my humiliation is funny. Even the people who know my heart think I’m a joke.

It’s that specific, cruel brand of "holier-than-thou" behavior. She gets to play the saint later by "defending" him, but that momentary smile proved she was just as entertained by the Marauders' cruelty as everyone else. She was a spectator to his assault before she was a protector, and you can’t just erase that.

It makes her "mercy" feel like pity, and her anger at his slur feel like an easy exit strategy—a way to stop being friends with the "poor, weird kid" without having to feel guilty about it. She used his mistake to justify abandoning him when he was at his most broken.

And she walked away. She refused his apology. She saw a boy being assaulted and focused on a word instead of the trauma. She left him to drown in the aftermath of the Marauders' "joke" because it was easier to be offended than to be a witness to his pain.

And the teachers? The adults? Total silence. They watched it happen. They knew the Marauders were relentless. They saw the "greasy," poor kid being targeted day after day and they did nothing. They validated the bullies by letting them get away with it. When the system that’s supposed to protect you decides your humiliation is "harmless fun," where else are you supposed to go?

You don't just "get over" that you don't tell a victim they should get over what screwed them up in their life like they're entitled you and time

Like, they’ll sit there in their comfortable rooms and preach about how "nothing excuses his actions," but they will never, ever understand the view from the bottom. They see a bitter man; I see the kid who had nothing. I see the greasy hair and the mismatched, oversized clothes and I don't see a "villain"—I see the kid who didn't have enough money for soap. I see the kid whose parents were too busy drowning in their own war to notice he was being hunted in the hallways.

And the "bullying victims" who hate him? Those are the ones that hurt the most.

If you were a TRUE victim of that kind of soul-crushing bullying, you wouldn’t be able to stand the Marauders. You wouldn't be able to look at James Potter and see a "hero."

How can you say you were bullied and then turn around and justify the Marauders? You’re doing the exact same thing everyone did to you. You’re looking at a kid who was a scapegoat, a kid who was humiliated for his appearance and his poverty, and you’re saying "Well, James and Sirius had a rough life too, so it’s okay that they targeted him." You’re literally doing what your bullies did. You’re giving the "privileged" bullies a pass because they’re charming or because they "had it rough" in a way that’s easy to pity—like a strict family—while turning a blind eye to the raw, grinding survival of the kid they targeted.

And don’t even start with the "he bullied children when he got older" argument. You want to talk about how he turned out? Let’s talk about what happens when you spend your entire childhood being the punching bag for "golden boys." Let's talk about the bitterness that rots your soul when you realize the world will always prefer a charming bully over a poor, "scary" victim.

You think you and Snape went through the same thing? Then how can you forgive the people who broke him? You’re just proving my point. You’re choosing the side of the people who never had to dig in the trash for a "toy." You're choosing the people who have a safety net, while the rest of us are just trying not to drown in the silence.

It’s the absolute hypocrisy of the "SA victim" to card being used to silence anyone who defends Snape. How can you claim to care about consent and bodily autonomy, and then watch a scene where a boy is levitated, pinned, and stripped by force in front of a laughing crowd, and not call it exactly what it is?

It’s assault. Period.

But because it’s Severus, everyone suddenly develops selective amnesia. Because he’s "the weird kid," because he’s a Slytherin, because he’s "ugly" or "bitter," you decide his body doesn't belong to him. You justify James Potter and Sirius Black stripping him in public as "just a prank" or "schoolboy rivalry."

If that were any other character—if that were a girl, or if that were one of the "Golden Trio"—you would be screaming from the rooftops about the trauma of that moment. You would be talking about the lifelong psychological damage of having your privacy and your body violated for the entertainment of your peers.

But no. You’ll look a real survivor in the eye and say it’s different. You’ll say it’s okay because of who he became later. Since when does being a "bitter adult" retroactively make it okay for people to have assaulted you when you were a fifteen-year-old kid with no one to protect you?

How dare you.

How dare you use the language of survivors to protect the bullies and the predators just because they’re "charming" and "heroic." You’re not standing up for victims; you’re standing up for the people who think they have the right to touch and humiliate anyone they deem "lesser" than them just for EXISTING . If you can watch that scene and laugh, or even just shrug it off, you aren't a champion for victims—you’re just another person turning a blind eye to the reality of assault because the victim wasn't "likable" enough for you to care.

It’s the sheer isolation that follows that kind of trauma—the kind where you realize that your body isn't yours and your dignity can be erased in a single afternoon for the amusement of the "heroes."

How can you not see the psychological prison he lived in after that?

Imagine the next day. Imagine walking into the Great Hall and having to meet the eyes of every single student, wondering if they were there. Wondering if they saw everything. Wondering if they’re replaying the moment you were stripped and humiliated while you’re just trying to eat your breakfast. Every laugh in the corridor, every whisper behind a hand—it all becomes a weapon. You stop looking up. You stop making eye contact. You become a ghost in your own skin because it’s the only way to feel safe afraid of ripping your skin with your hands if you don't feel safe.

And the "house" that was supposed to be his family? He became a stranger there, too. When you’re the "poor kid" who got publicly shamed, your own housemates don't always rally around you; sometimes they distance themselves because they don't want the "loser" scent to rub off on them. He was isolated in the one place he was supposed to belong.

Then there’s Lily.

Everyone talks about how "he called her a name," but nobody talks about the context of a boy in the middle of a mental breakdown and physical assault. He was being violated, his adrenaline was red-lining, he was humiliated beyond repair—and in that moment of total powerlessness, he lashed out at the only person he cared about try to actually stop instead of just talking or hit the four boys who were actually hurting him.

That small detail—the flicker of a smile before she "caught herself"—is what makes the blood boil. It’s the ultimate betrayal.

Imagine being at your lowest point, being physically violated and publicly mocked, and looking to the one person in the world who is supposed to be your "safe place," only to see them enjoying it for even a split second. That smile confirms every dark thought a person in poverty has: Even the people who "love" me think my humiliation is funny. Even the people who know my heart think I’m a joke.

It’s that specific, cruel brand of "holier-than-thou" behavior. She gets to play the saint later by "defending" him, but that momentary smile proved she was just as entertained by the Marauders' cruelty as everyone else. She was a spectator to his assault before she was a protector, and you can’t just erase that.

It makes her "mercy" feel like pity, and her anger at his slur feel like an easy exit strategy—a way to stop being friends with the "poor, weird kid" without having to feel guilty about it. She used his mistake to justify abandoning him when he was at his most broken.

And she walked away. She refused his apology. She saw a boy being assaulted and focused on a word instead of the trauma. She left him to drown in the aftermath of the Marauders' "joke" because it was easier to be offended than to be a witness to his pain.

And the teachers? The adults? Total silence. They watched it happen. They knew the Marauders were relentless. They saw the "greasy," poor kid being targeted day after day and they did nothing. They validated the bullies by letting them get away with it. When the system that’s supposed to protect you decides your humiliation is "harmless fun," where else are you supposed to go?

You don't just "get over" that you don't tell a victim they should get over what screwed them up in their life like they're entitled you and time

I’ve been assaulted, I’ve been laughed at for being “ugly,” and “poor,” and “weird” and “annoying.” I was “creepy” and I was “strange”. It’s such a crippling doubt that stays with you forever. I second guess every compliment. I doubt my friends whenever I’m alone too long. Do they actually like me? Did I do something wrong? Are they giving up on me, too? Deciding I’m not worth the trouble? That being my friend is too much of a hassle?

I’ve gotten in trouble for the bullies actions before. I’ve been cornered and harassed. You ever have bullies come up with a cover story to rally against you, and the teachers believe it because “majority rules”? And even the kids who weren’t involved side with the bullies because they think there’s something wrong with you so it’s easier for them to believe that you did something wrong rather than you were being framed. You get bullied and then you get in trouble for the bullies actions because they “tell on you” for the very thing they did.

Have you ever had a teacher watch another kid tell you to kill yourself and then look you in the eyes to tell you to grow tougher skin when you try to bring it to the teacher’s attention what happened? Have you ever had students threaten your life and your safety and the teacher ignore you? I have. So many goddamn times.

I’ve had people I thought were my friends throw me under the bus so they could have an in with a crowd of people they thought were better than me. MULTIPLE TIMES. They told them everything I ever said to them in confidence, they spread harmful rumors to ensure nobody ever got close to me again, and then they have the audacity to bully me for being alone.

You think Severus is bitter? You’ve never had to second guess everyone’s intentions when they interact with you. I flinch when people stand too close.

I don't play about him I'm pulling a Cynthia if any atyd or marauders come near him especially the freaking ainmatic videos(you know damn well who it piss me they call everyone by first name except sev I saw it on Pinterest)

“We gave the characters interesting personalities.” No, you didn’t. First of all, you haven’t given them any personalities. You’ve copied personalities, tropes, clichés from other series and films you’ve watched and forced them onto characters who, by the way, already had personalities before you showed up. The problem is that you don’t understand those personalities because you don’t know how to handle characters who are even remotely complex, characters with light and shadow, who are flawed, who are problematic, who aren’t the heroes you think they are. Because they’re not. So instead of engaging with what was already there, you’ve stripped away everything interesting about them and replaced it with things you think are interesting, but aren’t, because you treat them like aesthetic accessories instead of serious traits.

For example, suddenly James is brown. And apparently being brown is a personality. Now James is Latino. What does “Latino” even mean? There are hundreds of countries in Latin America. Which one are you talking about? Because being from Mexico isn’t the same as being from Uruguay. And by the way, not all Latinos are brown, there are plenty of white Latinos. But you don’t seem to understand that either. Or suddenly a character is Asian, and that’s supposed to be a personality. Being from a certain continent is now a personality? Is that what you mean by making them more interesting? Do you realise how problematic and stereotypical that is? Or you decide Sirius is gay and, apparently, being gay is now a personality. Being gay is a sexual orientation. You can be gay in a thousand different ways. So when you say you’ve made the characters more interesting, what do you mean? That they have tattoos and piercings now? That’s a personality?

You haven’t made them more interesting. That’s a lie. You’ve turned them into walking stereotypes. You take serious social issues—issues people are still fighting and dying over in many parts of the world—and you treat them like aesthetics. It’s disrespectful. It’s genuinely disrespectful and deeply problematic.

You didn’t create anything. What you’ve done is ruin the fandom. It’s unbearable now because of you. It’s full of nonsense you call “headcanons” that aren’t headcanons at all, they’re random inventions you’ve pulled out of nowhere, projecting your own issues onto characters who already had established personalities long before you were born.

What you’re really doing is self-inserting. And because you don’t want to create OCs for some reason, you just slap the names of existing characters onto what are essentially your own self-inserts. But those characters aren’t the originals anymore. They’re just your self-inserts with your own shallow personalities. And then you act morally superior about it. You say things like, “I hate J.K. Rowling but I love the Marauders,” without even realising the contradiction. You don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re part of the problem. You use serious communities and real struggles as aesthetics, and then pretend you’re being progressive.

I was just having another argument with an ATYD fan.

“You can’t criticise a fanfic! It’s given to you for free!”

When a fanfic is tagged as canon compliant but completely changes canon (including the characters’ personalities, backstories, physical traits, and dynamics) yes, we absolutely have the right to criticise it. Especially when huge portions of the fandom treat it as if it were canon.

“How would you feel if you were the author of ATYD?”

I would apologise for tagging it as canon compliant, remove the tag and probably turn it into an original work and make a lot of money out of it. I’d just have to invent new names, since the characters are not the same anyway.

“Oh, but change things for the sake of representation!”

I understand that. I truly do. As an asexual and autistic person, I’ve always seen myself in Remus: the self-control, the quiet distance, the fear of being judged for something he can’t control, the late discovery of love. That’s representation I connected with deeply.

But ATYD erased all of that. It stripped Remus of the traits that made me feel seen and turned him into someone unrecognisable. someone I don’t relate to at all. It didn’t add representation; it took it away. And most aroace people, neurodivergent people and people with chronic illnesses feel exactly the same.

And while we’re at it: it erased the closeness between James and Sirius (which always had a genuine homoafective subtext in canon), and completely changes their personalities (canon Sirius treated Remus and Peter like dirt but idolised James to an almost obsessive degree).

It also vilified Dumbledore (a canonically gay man with a tragic love story), mocked Snape (whose entire arc reads like queer and trans allegory), and reduced female to background noise.

So no, ATYD doesn’t “promote” representation. It erases every single trace of the subtle, meaningful representation that was already there.

And of course this can be just a personal interpretation. But at least it’s canon based, while ATYD is just… not.

“It’s just fanfiction! It’s supposed to be different from canon!”

Ah, yes. The new Marauders-fandom battle cry.

But babes… have you actually thought about what everything she hates even means?

Because if your idea of “everything she hates” is:

• dr*g dealers;

• walking time bombs;

• toxic, borderline abusive friendships;

• chaotic caricatures of queer people;

Honestly? Same. I hate those portrayals too. 😂

Here’s the thing: JKR’s only problem is with trans women. That’s it.

She also mocked asexual people on Twitter, which (newsflash!) makes it even MORE ironic that you took Remus Lupin, one of the most utterly aroace-coded character I’ve ever read about, and turned him into a hypersexual, bi Casanova.

If you truly want to protest JKR? Try doing the opposite of what she mocks.

But no.

You took the one canon character who:

• never dated;

• never fell in love until 35;

• struggles with intimacy;

• keeps himself at arm’s length;

• lives with trauma;

• has zero sexual subtext with anyone except for Tonks;

…and turned him into your fanon poster boy for “unhinged gay chaos.”

That’s not representation. That’s erasure.

And while you’re shouting “We’re making canon better than JKR!”, you’re not just flattening layered characters, you’re still using her names, her world, her timeline, and her characters… even though none of your versions resemble Harry Potter at all.

But let’s talk about inclusivity, since that’s the banner you’re waving:

• Dumbledore — canonically gay, deeply complex;

fanon: turned into an evil, homophobic puppet master.

• Remus Lupin — canon-adjacent aroace-coded;

— fanon: rewritten as a sexually chaotic bisexual/gay stereotype.

• Sirius Black — canonically obsessed with James, emotionally immature;

— fanon: perfect soft-boy boyfriend material! (???)

• Severus Snape — queer-coded + carries heavy trans vibes ;

— fanon: pure villain, no nuance, no depth.

• Women — Tonks, Lily, every girl ever;

— fanon: erased or demonised because they “get in the way.”

This isn’t rebellion.

This isn’t representation.

It’s just rewriting every character to fit a fandom aesthetic while insisting it’s “canon-adjacent” because admitting otherwise would break the illusion.

If you want to change things, go ahead. Fanfiction is beautiful for that.

But please… stop pretending the changes are an act of activism.

They’re not even headcanons, as you call them. Headcanons are something that could be canon, that makes sense in canon (headcanon = canon in our head)… and your ideas simply… don’t.

So, I am starting to realize, some of you'll do need some proper arguments when speaking on behalf of Severus Snape (or maybe I have not come across any posts explaining it). For the next few weeks, I shall be posting answers for every possible Severus- arguments one can come across. If you have any questions, feel free to sneak into my inbox and ask. I don't bite (okay, I might hiss a bit but I am quite nice as long as you'll don't awaken the snake in me). Alright, back to the topic. "B-b-but Neville's boggart/biggest fear was SnApE!".........🫩 Firstly, a boggart is not someone's "biggest" fear.

Boggart definition: a shapeshifter that can take the shape of whatever it THINKS will frighten us most. (source : Harry Potter wiki).

The boggart is whatever’s on your mind, not your true deepest, darkest fear. 1. Ron's sister was nearly murdered last year - his boggart was a spider 2. Hermione came across the basilisk and nearly died last year - her boggart was Minerva saying she failed an exam 3. Harry came across the man who killed his parents and half their peers and was after killing him - his boggart was a Dementor. Now, I am to sit here and nod along and say "Oh yeah dude, a spider is scarier than my sister getting almost killed"? PoA already introduces a creature that actually makes you relive your worst moments, which are dementors. Introducing two creatures that do essentially the same thing is redundant and doesn't make sense.

Not to mention, at that time of PoA, Neville hasn't met Bellatrix for his fear to be . Bellatrix was still in Azkaban when Neville was in his third year. He meets her, for the first time properly only a two years later, when he was in his fifth year (remember the taunting? or should call granny and buy yall  a remembrall?. He was a baby when it happened to remember what she looked like, just like Harry with Voldemort. I know now some idiot is going to argue; "B-b-bbut he surely must have seen Bellatrix on newspapers and all...."

Well Danny, I got news for you. My boy, Harry met his psychotic killer twice and my boy's fear was still a soul sucking, dih sucking floating man in a black veil. Neville hasn't personally encountered Bellatrix in the years, he could remember. My boy hasn't even fully completed the sensorimotor stage or has fully grasped the concept of object permanence when the torturing of his parents happened. And she was in prison. Harry's mom died in front of him and he still couldn't remember that. Fear usually comes from feeling inferior or powerless in a situation.

Harry’s boggart turned into a Dementor because, up to that point, it was the one thing he felt he couldn’t overcome or defend against as he has defeated Voldemort so far.

You can’t truly fear something deeply if you’ve never experienced it or encountered it in a meaningful way. Sure, Bellatrix might make Neville feel inferior in seconds, but for that kind of fear to take root, personal encounters matter. Snape, on the other hand, is someone Neville faces daily and fears him because he judges him harshly and mind I remind you of the fact that this lesson takes place right after the toad-scene, so of course when asked who scares him, he immediately would reply what scared him very recently (just like Harry who encountered Dementors for the first time in this book.) If this lesson was taken place right after McGonagall forced Neville to sleep in the hallway with an alleged mass murderer on the loose inside the school Neville’s boggart would have likely turned into McGonagall. He mentions his grandmother too here, by the way. She was a possible boggart for him.

Neville defeats his Snape boggart on his first attempt because it’s a trivial fear (Snape is listed among the meaningless boggarts the kids defeated with ease). If Snape had been abusive, other students would not have found this funny and Neville would not have smiled, nor would Remus have joked about it. If the fear had been overwhelming, Neville would not have defeated the boggart on his first try. Harry, who is canonically on average smarter than him, especially in DADA, couldn’t defeat his boggart. In OotP Molly couldn't defeat her boggart because there was nothing light about her losing her family. Molly, one of the most powerful witches who Abracadabra KABOOMed our beloved Bellatrix.

Snape boggart doesn’t necessarily mean Neville fears Snape himself; rather, Snape represents an authority figure and Neville’s fear of not measuring up. Snape never coddles him and openly highlights his mistakes. This is especially clear as Neville talks about his grandmother, another someone whose expectations already weigh heavily on him. His fear in itself would be; not measuring up. Its the constant thing that is in his head, so the boggart picks on that and reveals itself as such.

Just like Minerva appearing in Hermione's boggart saying she failed (I mean, it could have literally been just a piece of paper on a desk with failed results, there was no need for Minerva to do a shalalala-cameo) doesn't inherently mean she fears Minerva, but the fear of failure as judged by authority. She constantly over works herself to get good grades, so the boggart picks on that and reveals itself

For Hermione, it manifests as being told she has failed by Minerva, and for Neville, who is naturally timid and lacks confidence, it manifests as Snape, an authority figure who consistently criticizes him. I don't think it's going to be easier to fight it off when you constantly see him; in that case, it would have been harder, especially for someone in nature like Neville (then it's like seeing your worst fear every day), even when someone like Harry, who is much better in DADA than him, nor Molly could fight theirs off, showing if it was that serious, it wouldn't be that easy to fight off.

PS: I hope I made sense. I was two wine glases down when I typed this. Well I will edit if there is any error when I am sober. Special shout out to the elders in Snapedom and Severus Redditors who enlightened me on these topics yeaaaaaaaars back!

My reaction:

No one helped. Worse, they revelled in his pain. Laughed at him. Even Lily cracked a smile. Lily was heartless enough to be amused by the public humiliation done to her old friend. It got worse and worse and worse.

And it was completely unprompted. The bullying was because Sirius was bored and James wanted to grab attention by any means necessary. James even said himself that he's doing all this because Severus, well, "exists." These kind of statements are enough to plant suicidal ideas in Severus' head—if he wasn't already contemplating it after the Marauders made sure his life was a living hell since he was eleven years old.

No one was punished. Not even a detention. Not a fucking apology from either Sirius or Remus during the entire run of Harry Potter. And as grown adults, they still fucking called him Snivellus. The bullies got away scot free, the ring leader got the girl. And died a heralded hero.

Severus was dehumanised in every sense of the word. He was clearly already beaten down before they even touched him. But no, they wanted to crush him. For no reason. He was bound and helpless and stammering. Mocked for his looks and hygiene and his name. He was choked with soap. He was strung up like a lamb and stripped. And I legitimately could only sleep after I crafted a nice little revenge story in my head about how Severus gets back at James and Sirius for what they did to him.

I bet you come sixth year, nobody has forgotten what happened to Snivellus Snape on their last day of OWLs. The state of Severus' underpants are common knowledge. The shape and length of his prick—of his entire body—is common knowledge. The rumour mill must've done what they did best and skeeved the details to their liking to make Severus look even worse in front of the whole school population. He would walk down any hall, meet someone's eyes, and have to wonder if they knew—how much did they know—how much did they see.

Shit like that affects your job opportunities. Severus has good as lost any nice, respectable reputation. Lost connections he could've made with peers and sponsors. And don't get me started on the effect all this must've had on his mental state. It's no fucking wonder he turned to the Dark Arts if this is how the Light side treated everyone.

She just came, told them to stop, got mad at Severus for calling her a Mudblood— despite having previously defended James to Severus's face after years of James and his friends abusing Severus four against one—, was classist, aided assault, and left.

Something about her character as a whole just feels kinda privileged to me, like, the type of character that believes they're always right and won't accept things to go any way that isn't their way, like she thinks nothing can touch her.

A bit like Hermione when she first appeared. In a sense. A bit like Draco when he's taunting.