This Is Super Random, But I Saw You Posted A List Of Snarry Fic Recs And I Was Wondering If You Knew

This is super random, but I saw you posted a list of snarry fic recs and I was wondering if you knew of one I’ve been looking for for literally months—I don’t know who it’s by or what it’s called, but the plot is that Harry is trying to get pests out of grimmauld place after the war so he can live there and somehow he and snape bond over it? No worries if you have no idea lol I’m just following any possible leads—thanks!!

I’m so sorry, but I haven’t read this! If any of my Snarry friends know maybe they could help you out! I would also recommend trying the subreddit HPSlashFic if you haven’t asked there yet. I hope you find it. I know the frustration of a lost fic. v.v;

This is so cute!! I can't even.. 😭😭😭

Potions lesson back in 1971!

Reblog if your blog is Pro Snape and/or Snarry because I want to get a list together in case anyone wants to know where we’re @

Words I want from your lips whispered into my skin, flush and slick with our efforts.

You’ve never said them before, not to another soul.

I know you felt it once, but you won’t tell me about that either, an old pain.

You see her when you look at me now, more than him.

I’ve never felt like this, so consumed by another person; it’s almost like being reborn.

You tell me in other ways, long fingers careful, soft.

Afterward twined together, you stroking my hair as I mouth absently at your scars.

Just this once, I beg; please say that you love me.

Please say that you Love Me

I write the title, you write the poem! Reblog with your piece :D

When a Tumblr post makes you tear up out of nowhere! Damn.

A patronus, Harry tells Hermione, is acing a test and the warmth of a butterbeer between your hands. It is your friends holding you when you fall, and Ron’s sparkling eyes when you whisper hi. And there’s an otter, swimming, and Hermione is blushing.

A patronus, Harry tells Ron, is Ginny’s shaky smile lighting up the world at the end of second year. It is winning the Quidditch World Cup, unwrapping yet another knitted jumper, and your startled surprise at the sight of Hermione punching Draco in the face. And there’s a dog, chasing the otter, and Ron is laughing.

A patronus, Harry tells Luna, is the feeling of starlight on your skin and grass between your bare toes. It is snow melting through your fingers, the magic your mother used to make, something singing in your heart when you stare at the impossible. And there’s a hare, jumping, and Luna is shining.

A patronus, Harry tells Cho, is Marietta shouting the lyrics of her favourite song, dancing in the rain during a storm. It is the look on Cedric’s face when he saw you at the Yule Ball, his hand holding yours and never letting go. And there’s a swan, sliding, and Cho is crying.

A patronus, Harry tells Seamus, is Dean’s funny expression when he is about to burst into laughter and the sound of a explosion that turns out right. It is the fireworks, bright flowers blossoming in the night sky; and the fire burning in your lungs as you fly. And there’s a fox, running, and Seamus is smirking.

A patronus, Harry tells Ginny, is the world expanding underneath you and the wind playing with your hair. It is dancing and laughing until there are tears on your cheeks, Molly’s disapproving voice and Arthur’s amused eyes after one of the twins’ pranks. And there’s a horse, flying, and Ginny is grinning.

A patronus, Harry thinks, is that weird feeling that lives in his chest when the Room of Requirement glows silver, speaking of times when the world was golden.

Secondhand Rage

Hearing screams behind closed doors. Hearts locked away as surely as the violence kept within.

Remembered terror of the night, huddled in a darkened room. Pulling the covers up close, just as useless now as then.

The pain is different, a many splendored thing. Its core proves as cold in all the forms it takes.

Nothing forged can make it fade back, dissipate into unbeing. Time has only dulled the blade which cuts just as well as sharpened steel.