The Hidden Tragedy Of Snape's Sacrifice Is He Died At 20, Not 38

The Hidden Tragedy of Snape's Sacrifice is He Died at 20, Not 38

Where does the idea of selfish Severus Snape and his possessive love come from? Do people really believe that Snape died in the Shrieking Shack at 38, at the hands of Voldemort? Do they honestly think that, until he was 38, he lived a normal, happy life, full of hope and dreams, right up until that last minute when everything was suddenly ripped away from him?

Snape didn’t just die in that moment. His life ended 18 years earlier, when he was 20 years old, standing on a hill in front of Dumbledore. That’s when he gave up everything—his freedom, his future, and his life—in exchange for the safety of the Potter family: James, Lily, and Harry.

From that moment on, Snape no longer lived for himself. He had no control over his own fate; his life had been bargained away to protect others. Every step he took after that was part of a long, ongoing sacrifice.

People say they don’t like Snape because he didn’t make up for his mistakes the way he should have, that his redemption arc wasn’t complete. Excuse me? I’m not sure what more a person can give than their life. What’s more precious than their time and youth? What’s more important than their freedom? Snape sacrificed all of that—what else did he even have left to give?

He was barely out of his teenage years when he chose to give up everything—his youth, his dreams, his ambitions, even his loyalty—for people who didn’t care about him. Yet, Snape stayed on that path with unwavering courage for the next 18 years, never backing down.

In truth, Severus Snape was a boy who lost his life at 20. The only thing is, they didn’t bury him until he was 38.

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

Day One, Warmth

Drabble - Fluff

Warnings: shaving…?

Prompt List: @superfallingstars

“______”

His voice was tired, and even deeper than normal as he called to me from our bedroom.

I don’t think Severus realized how dramatic he was being. It was the first day of fall and he was acting like our chambers had been spelled to be as freezing as the North Pole.

“____.”

He called my name again, and I sighed softly, gently placing down the razor on the side of the tub, looking down at my half shaven leg. I inspected it for any mistakes.

“In the bathroom.”

I spoke, before sudsing up my leg more and grasping the razor again, feeling the bumps in the handle design before going to run it up my leg once again.

I heard soft footsteps, and looked to the bathroom door to see Severus standing there in his sleepwear, looking down at me with tired eyes.

I smiled softly at him, holding the razor up for him to see.

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

I replied, smiling at the man before turning my attention to my legs. I ran the razor up my leg once again.

I heard a sound from Severus, a grunt to be exact. I glanced towards the doorway at the corner of my eye. What I saw provoked a soft chuckle to escape my lips.

He was sliding down the side of the sink, and eventually his bottom made contact with the tiled floor of the bathroom, he glanced at me and shuffled his legs to his chest.

“Having fun?”

I asked him, concealing a grin as he glared at me.

“It is freezing in these bloody chambers.”

Severus spoke in response, running his hand on the white carpet on the floor.

“Good to know someone’s having fun.”

I replied with a giggle, making the man glare at me again, but his eyes sparkled with humor.

Eventually, I finished, and Severus handed me a towel as I stepped out of the bath. I thanked him as I wrapped it around my body.

“I do think you’re being a bit dramatic, Verus. It’s not that cold.”

I said with a cheeky smile. He narrowed his eyes at me, furrowing his eyebrows as he pulled his sleeves down his arms a bit further.

“I am not dramatic.”

He retorted, then standing up from his spot on the floor.

He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me, placing his face in the crook of my neck as his arms encased me.

“You feel warm.”

He muttered against my skin, his cold hand going to grasp my arm as he hugged me.

“And you are cold.”

I spoke, as he smirked and put his hand on the nape of my neck. I immediately squirmed out of his grasp, to move away from the freezing hand.

“Not funny.”

I said with a glare. He smirked and kissed me. I gently moved my hand to the side of his face as I reciprocated the kiss.

Severus moved his hand to card through my hair, gently feeling the slightly wet strands as he kissed me.

We parted our lips for a breath. I watched his lips curve into a smile that he seemed to reserve only for me.

He pecked my forehead and and walked out of the bathroom, most likely making his way to bed.

I stared into the bathroom mirror with a smile as I gently touched my lips.

Even though he was cold, his lips were still my favorite source of warmth.

another good time to post this

Chaos Club

Barty, teaching Bellatrix to drive: Okay, you're driving and Narcissa and Regulus walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?

Bellatrix: Oh, definitely Regulus. I could never hurt Cissy.

Barty, massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the bloody brakes.

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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(Severus Snape x Reader)

Day 1: Warmth

Day 2: Garden

Day 3: Haunt

Day 4: Torn

Day 5: Pillow (headcannon)

Day 6: Roots

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People don't like Snape because he's the most realistic person in the book. There, I said it.

Specifically, people who don't like Snape and think he deserved his bullying and claim that he's a completely evil man.

They don't like the fact that their worst behaviour is mirrored at them. That this is actually how they would be if they went through this sort of bullshit.

Humans aren't as good as we think we are. We all think we'd be the sassy, funny, ultimately good Harry Potter. We think 'Oh, I'd never be like Snape, I'm better than that'.

But truly? Humans can be serious assholes.

Hurt people hurt people. Even without trying.

Snape's not evil. He's a broken human, and if you don't understand that, then you probably don't understand humans