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Not for the first time, Severus cursed himself for falling for the evil Dark Lord.
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Disobedient omegas are made to sit on knots too big for them to remove attached to chairs
+ They’re told if they can get it out they’re free to leave. They keep trying without success
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Severus has to fuck his way through the Death Eaters, then fuck Harry.
It’s the only way they can win the war.
No, really.
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18 Jun 2026
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Severus Snape dies during the war except instead of rest he comes face to face with Harry Potter. The Master of Death himself. He is given an impossible mission in order to save magic. She is dying as consequence of winning the war.
He is asked to go back in time to deal with Voldemort and Dumbledore. Also to teach others that there is no real bad spells just bad intentions. That magic is magic there is no good and bad, it just is.
Severus goes and tries to save his relationship with Lily and save his mother while also dealing with his no good abusive father. Also dealing with James Potter who just won’t leave him alone. Plus his idiot friends, two of which just need to get together already!
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A fan comic of Sirius and Severus and their relationship. With some possible mpreg later on.
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James doesn’t understand what’s happening.
After the incident by the Black Lake, his red-haired angel had finally managed to break free from that sullen, greasy snake. He ought to have been relieved—yet he can’t stop paying attention to one thing:
That Slytherin… has changed.
The boy who always hunched over, who kept himself tucked into shadows as if he didn’t quite belong—now walks with a straight back, his former unease replaced by a sharp, steady focus. He ignores every gaze on him, striding down the corridors with quick, decisive steps, the hem of his robes sweeping behind him in dark, wave-like ripples.
Once, James even caught Snape standing by a window, watching a group of younger students roughhousing in the hall with a cold, assessing stare—as if he might deduct points any second, as if he had the authority to do that.
James can’t make sense of it.