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Darker Than Black

Posted on 2019.08.04 at 23:18



Posted on 2019.08.04 at 23:13

Image Credit: me, Pintarest, and Warner Bros.

The morning after is never kind to Severus. He feels its loss too much. He feels everything too much, which is why he limits his time with others. Harry dresses in the gray of dawn, taking for granted what Severus sees slipping away. Harry’s grin, the reflection in his glasses, speak of the next time. His green-fire gaze promises there will be a next time. Another night of stolen bliss, since this one has gone so well. What he looks forward to, Severus fears he, himself, will never have again. That’s the true difference between them.

When Harry leaves the Headmaster’s quarters, Severus replays the most sublime moments of their time together. By the window, he relives the boy’s insistence. How Harry pushed at his lips, pulled at his clothing, and demanded that Severus open his mouth, until there was no thought of their roles and Severus had to do what this beautiful, demanding young man wanted him to do.

There were perks to being reinstated as Headmaster and having Harry return to him as a teacher. Such nights were one of them. But not the mornings. The mornings were reserved for reverence, befitting what one night spent with Harry, naked in his arms, meant to him. If the nights were priceless, the mornings were sacred.



Postcard Proposition

Posted on 2019.08.04 at 21:54

Credit: Sexy Draco by hpfanatic97

There was something sacrilegious about a wizard of Harry’s abilities taking a day job in the muggle world, yet he did it. He wanted friends and he wanted to feel useful, needed. He didn’t have to work, but life after losing his son in a nasty divorce, made working a better alternative to sitting in a dark house feeling like a total failure. He illustrated greeting cards. Since his company used a digital platform, the job required an eye for detail more than it did artistic skill. He worked from a database of pre-made art and arranged each picture according to the assigned text given to him. His boss, Draco Malfoy seemed pleased by his efforts.

That would’ve been great, if Harry hadn’t also seen something quiet and intent in his boss’s eyes. He told himself he was just imagining it, until he got the dinner invitation. That startled him. He was pretty sure bosses did not go around dating their employees. He ignored the invitation, only to find himself cornered in the men’s bathroom after everyone had left for the day.

“I’m still waiting for my answer, Mr. Potter.” Mr. Malfoy made a pretense of washing his hands. He spoke to Harry over his shoulder.

Harry remained inside the stall, hesitant to come out and speak to a man who’d obviously made it a point to wait on him. He wasn’t sure what to say.

“Um, I’m not sure that’s considered ethical, Sir. Human Resources...”

“Oh, please. Don’t turn this into a sexual harassment case. You’re a grown man, Potter. If you don’t want to go out with me, just say so. Don’t hide behind Human Resources.”

Sighing, Harry came out of the stall. “It just seems really unprofessional for you to approach me like this. And I’m not gay.”

Draco snatched a paper towel and dried his hands. He kept his back to Harry. “You are as uptight as a virgin on a bullet train.”

Harry went through the motions of washing his hands. It was his way of showing that he wasn’t running away, he was walking away. Draco made a point to watch, folding his arms and leaning against the wall. It was obvious that he admired the view.

“I was looking over your resume. I noticed that you graduated from the Imperial in London.”


“And… I hired you anyway.” He smiled, and the thing about it was that it was as appealing as a child’s smile. Not a hint of animosity. But the way he blocked Harry’s access to the paper towels, assured Harry there was nothing innocent about him.

Harry went around him to the hand blower. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“I checked. There was never a student there by that name.”

He was reaching for the door, then stopped. He kept his back to Malfoy, who came up behind him.

“I always research my interests. I knew you were different the moment you stepped into this place.”

Harry stiffened at Mr. Malfoy’s hands on his back. Long fingers sliding up his jacket, stunned his defenses. He tried to turn, to shrug his boss off, but the other man pressed him into the door.

“Don’t panic, Mr. Potter. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to give you something.”

Harry felt his jacket being lifted and those warm fingers pulling his dress shirt from the back of his pants. “Leg go.

Even he didn’t sound convincing to himself. Malfoy’s body, so close to his, emitted something he hadn’t felt in two years. His blood heated in response. He’d been celibate that long, and it probably showed. Some people were predatory like that, only interested in the ones who wanted nothing to do with them.

Harry was caught between wanting to take a swing, and wanting to see where this was going. Malfoy surprised him by slipping something rough and cool down into the band of his underwear. It felt like paper. Harry could’ve kicked himself for liking it.

Malfoy whispered against his ear. “Tell me, where do you keep your wand, Harry?”

Alarm flooded his heart. No one was supposed to know that.

Malfoy pulled back. He let go, taking his warmth with him. The ache this produced in Harry, plummeted him into further confusion.

His boss nudged past him and opened the door. “And Harry, I don’t give a damn whether you’re gay or not.” His wink, was the last word on the matter.

Harry didn’t open the envelope until he got home. He expected something inappropriate and blackmailing, and finally ripped it open to get the worst over with. He’d just have to quit. If Malfoy didn’t leave him alone, he might have to do something more drastic.

The contents stopped all thought. It was a postcard. A wizard postcard. On it, Malfoy reclined in a selfie. Shirt open, hand down his pants, he posed in an outdoor setting. His stare targeted Harry. True to wizard style, his body breathed and his hand moved languidly inside his briefs. Hey lay on the bare ground with Magnolia blossoms scattered around him, and mouthed the words to Harry, ‘Fuck me.’

Offense had Harry’s lips tightening and his hands shaking. Malfoy was a wizard. He must’ve known that Harry was also, for a while now. Harry swallowed, not sure what to do with his rage, and too stunned to take his eyes off the moving photo. A note fell out with it.

‘Mr. Potter, I’m impressed with your work. Should you ever tire of our nonmagic line of cards and want a challenge, a senior position awaits you in our Adult, magical line.”

The thing about the card, was that it wasn’t just a photo. It was more like a video. A pornographic video. Malfoy didn’t just touch himself and writhe teasingly. He completed the act. It worked with Harry’s stare. If he looked away, the image stopped, paused indefinitely. If he continued to look, the image resumed it’s recorded message. In this case, Malfoy worked himself into a flushed, perspiring frenzy as his hand picked up the pace. He soundlessly spoke Harry’s name.

Malfoy’s skin was so fair, it was easy to see his blood rise to the surface of his skin. Harry’s eyes followed it as it moved up his abdomen, rolling up each muscle group until it splotched his chest. His eyes closed and his cheeks went scarlet as he rode out the flow of his climax.

Mouth open, Harry didn’t realize he was panting as he watched. He could practically feel the heat rolling off of Malfoy’s body. The hand moving beneath the denim, was going crazy, and Malfoy’s abdomen and jerking hips told the real story. Harry watched, hypnotically, as Malfoy’s crotch darkened. With his body still shaking, that spot of wetness spread through the fibers. Coin-sized, then going oblong as it drenched the fabric.

Malfoy’s eyes didn’t open until his spasms subsided.

It was 3:00 A.M. before Harry could put the card down without picking it up again. Offended, humiliated, disgusted and awed, his psyche went through a gambit of emotions. He couldn’t get through watching it twice, without joining in, but that was only because it was more sex than he’d had in two years and refused to feel guilty for giving in. All three times. Who was this wizard? And even if he did take the job, how was he going to keep the guy off of him? A wank in the privacy of his own home did not equate to wanting anything to do with person.

But it was too late. He knew that he was going to accept the promotion.


Not Talking

Posted on 2019.08.04 at 21:08

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The officer gave up. He'd seen this too many times before, and the case was too important. This young man was not going to press charges, and he was not going to admit to what had happened to him, though everyone in the precinct knew this distinct kind of shock when they saw it. There was even enough evidence to convict. But the guy stuck to his story, even though the truth spilled from his eyes. They felt sorry for him. Sorry, that he didn't seem to know they were within their rights to go after the proof. To go after a conviction. How to get the information out of him, without having a doctor put on gloves, hold him down, and rape him all over again?

Posted on 2019.08.03 at 01:08

He hadn't meant to spy on them, but he wasn't going to lose sleep over it. He'd paid for the damn wedding, the least he could do was enjoy a scotch by the fire, in the dark, in the comfort of his own home. It served them right for not taking a proper honeymoon, and behaving as if they had the mansion to themselves. From the shadows, Lucius watched his son in-law make love to his son. He had to give Harry credit for knowing what to do with that exquisit equipment of his.

credit: fanpop.com, Bluekait


A Toast

Posted on 2019.08.03 at 00:58

A toast. A marriage.

He maintained his poker face. His stare revealed nothing. He winked at the boy as if it were their little joke. As if he weren't really thinking how inexperienced Harry looked for a man of twenty-two, and how he wouldn't mind tugging those trousers down in a dark pantry and giving his arse a tonguing so indecent he'd have Jame's son dripping pearls over the canned goods. He was certain that Harry was still innocent enough to never have had anyone's mouth there. Such a sweet boy.

Yes, a toast to your lovely bride, Harry.

image credit: Warner Bros.



Posted on 2019.08.03 at 00:53

Credit: Sirius by XxNymphadoraTonksxX, deviantart. com

He knew that James's son was a grown man. But that didn't make it right. He simply couldn't stop himself from reaching under Harry's blanket. This was the third night, and still the boy pretended to sleep through it all. Even if he never penetrated, he needed the skin. He needed the contact. He needed the taste.

Afterwords, he bent to Harry's ear and whispered, "Thank you, Harry." He just prayed that James could forgive him.



Posted on 2019.08.03 at 00:38

The curse worked so well, they didn't know which side of Snape they wanted to try first. The front or the back. That sanctimonious, pompous Slytherin wasn't so tough now. Not with James holding one side of his body, and Peter the other. In the forest, both put all their weight on his arms and kept Snape's legs apart at the thighs. All he could do was tremble beneath the prodding of Sirius' tongue, as it lapped the length of him and into him. He gurgled helpless sounds of distress, unable to form solid words as Sirius gnawed like a dog and forced Snape's body to vibrate against his will.

Sirius licked, his mass of curls flopping and concealing what he feasted upon at the centermost point of Snape's body. He thought about doing exactly what James wanted. He wanted to. But he was still too human, and all too aware of what it would do to their friendships if they couldn't handle it.

"Do it, Sirius. Don't hold back, make the change. I wanna see this prick squirm."

Sirius couldn't get enough. The animal in him wanted to cover more surface area and to delve deeper. He wanted to make Snape produce the most shameful sounds he could pull from him. His canine instincts were already dominating his reasoning as his mouth salivated excessively, drenching Snape and sucking tender skin between his lips.

If he did it, he mused, it would officially be the worst thing he'd ever done. He trusted his friends with his life, but there was no going back if he let them see the dog version of himself doing this.

If he showed them what they were asking for, he knew they were likely to never look at him the same way again. He wanted to do it. He was going to do it. He risked a glance at Remus, who was no longer admonishing them, but had grown strangely quiet from his position under a tree. Remus stared, transfixed. And judging by the dangerous look in his' eyes, as he let his pack have the meat they wanted, Sirius knew, the wolf in Remus wanted some too.

Posted on 2019.08.03 at 00:32

Exhibit A, this photo is presented as evidence by Detective Ryan Kramer. It is presented as proof that Harry Potter did in fact know his stalker two years prior to the home invasion. Many more like this show Mr. Potter turning towards Mr. Cormac McLaggen's camera and deliberately initiating eye contact, which the defendant calls, 'baiting and teasing'.

"Harry knew I was taking pictures of him. As long as I stayed out of his way, it was cool. He let me. It became a thing. Over the course of two years, I felt more and more privileged and invited into his life. You can't tell it, but he was posing for me. It became our thing. I played a role for him. We both pretended that it was dangerous and exciting."

The defendants statement is supported by photos of the two of them at social functions, appearing on friendly terms.

"It was only when he stopped speaking to me, that I took pictures to get his attention. To rekindle what we had. For two years, I was his secret. I wanted it to be open. When he shut me out, I lost it. I didn't know how to handle that kind of rejection. He was this huge, adored person and nobody remembered me. I wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt me. So, on that night, I stopped playing a role and became the real thing. I broke in, and I got my revenge. What's the difference between being paid to do it, and doing it on my own? He knew me and that's all he wanted from me. He just didn't think he'd lose control of the situation."

Posted on 2019.08.03 at 00:24

James didn't give a damn. It was never about hurting Snape. It was about getting his goddamn attention. It was about not being ignored by him. This was a powerful fucking wizard, and all he wanted, was to shatter Snape's quiet control and make him see that he could be his equal. But no, Snape had to look down his nose at everyone. Snape had to keep his distance, like he didn't want to blemish those beautiful, spell-black robes with the likes of them.

Only James could see the power behind those pitch eyes. Only James knew that silence wasn't helplessness. It was judgement. And only James knew that in his torment of Severus, he was wrestling with an angel. He would get his blessing. He would get his annointment, if he had to rip that magic from Snape's veins. This wizard was going to take him seriously. This wizard was going to take every inch of him.



Posted on 2019.08.02 at 22:50

Creditto Warner Bros., JK Rowling, and Alan Rickman.

At seventeen, this is what Harry's hormones had to endure everyday. How could he be expected to look at this man, and not want to do more? No matter how much Snape pissed him off, he knew he'd return to Hogwarts one day as Snape's equal, and wear the man on his arm properly. He didn't know if he could handle that much wizard, but he wanted to try.


A Thousand Snapes

Posted on 2019.08.02 at 22:40

Posted on 2019.08.02 at 22:26


Why Mpreg? Great Therapy!

Posted on 2019.04.02 at 03:06
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No one likes to be judged for what they need to explore, and what others may not be ready for. In a place where individual tastes and experience levels are infinite, I'm in a place where my mpreg males never show physically like women. No big bellies. They always look and behave as males, and are classified distinctly from the female pregnancy experience. But I allow all versions, it's really the writing/characterization that determines if I can get into it.

That being said, I realized years ago that I use fantasies to let go of pain and to manage emotions that have no welcome place in the "real world." Because the imagination is lawless, it welcomes everything you can give it and is tremendous therapy in soothing issues that have no other way to voice themselves. I wrote a piece on noncon to try to understand this. Since fiction is a place where your personal issues and your fascinations can run wild together, they tend to marry and become your own way of healing yourself. Many women have issues with sex and pregnancy that is just too close to home, to get any enjoyment from self-inserted fantasies. But, use a male whose very anatomy removes him from the heaviness of the realistic factor, and use one that you love, and you've got the makings for the most satisfying drama on earth. It's one that deals with your private issues without throwing you and your problems in your face. A beloved male is running around being forced to think about all the things you won't let yourself think about, or receiving the love and attention that you'd like. He's taking the hits for you, and soothing you to a better feeling place about it all. It's basically a way to love something you might not love (for me). And the therapy is real, regardless of the fantasy setting. If you feel it, even through imaginary scenarios, then you are being led step by step through your own belief system and whatever emotions may have thrilled or frightened, or fascinated you.

There's more I could say, but a part of me loves that this is a mystery that has caught hold of a growing segment of people. It's happening for a reason and is not an accident. Fun heals serious pain, and people have issues that only mpregs speak to. If you have no compassion for what a woman goes through, who has to deal with the deeper decisions behind relationships, sex, and pregnancy, you might turn a cold shoulder to the concept of mpreg. But if you understand that the need to give those abilities to a man speaks of tremendous longing for equal respect and love, in an area where it isn't felt, then you might be forgiving of other people's tastes. Thanks for letting me speak on this. Here's some links if you're interested in exploring:  Masterpiece- Severus, Unbearable - Draco. Please recommend your favorite Mpregs below. I don't want to miss any great ones!

(credit to u/Fictional_Apologist on reddit for inspiring this answer)

And another thing:

People are being beaten up over the subject, so it's really hitting a nerve. If I can take up for somebody in need, I will. I felt ashamed for so many years when I didn't know anyone who had fantasies about M/M and the internet was not an option. Then I said to hell with it. What's so bad about giving yourself pleasure? It's not like we're hurting anyone and it's not like the publishers or movie-makers can give me what my mind can.

Do you see how people can readily accept house elves, magic of all kinds, and mega robot monsters, but you say something about a man having a baby and it's "absurd" and "unnatural". That speaks the truth about the hidden rejection/vulnerabilities that females are subjected to, but people pretend that it's not there and they're being perfectly normal. I say, "If you agree that childbirth is so wonderful and special, then let's give that job to a man and see if you still think it's sweet. Oh, that bothers you? Well it bothers me that that's really how you see it - a man should never be put into such a disgusting position, not even on an imaginary level. War, murder on CSI: Miami, and pedophilia on shows like Dateline, is preferable to that - but it's okay for women to suffer through it simply because that's what you're used to. Really? And we can't even pretend to let men do it too?" Now if men had to do it, that would be a different story. It'd be something terribly noble and highly respected, no greater prestige... you get the point.

Yeah, that's love and acceptance to every female child born into this world, and we say, 'No fucking thank you'. Who can blame us for amusing ourselves with watching males cope with all the chaos we're expected to be okay with? (credit to u/excruciasm on reddit for inspiring that answer)


Posted on 2018.08.21 at 02:29
I'm just going to put this here for safe keeping. It's awesome. <P>
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Masterpiece - Severus

Posted on 2018.07.29 at 19:45
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I have written more fanfiction in the past two months, than I have in 10 years! And I have this man to thank for all the fun writing practice. Love you, Severus!
Fic: Masterpiece - Severus (Non Con, Slash, Gender Issues, Harry Potter)

Thank you so much! I respect your choices. <3


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So this is where I'm at in 2018. In teaching myself to write small novels, while I still work on my epic, I've written a little fanfic called, Unbearable - Draco For some reason, I can't let the gender issues go and after all these years of wishing I could write a Harry Potter fic that feels "right" to me, I've arrived at this. And because the story has proven to be too much for some gentle souls, I've created a wonderful Disclaimer # 2 for people who plunge ahead without reading warnings and then blame me for hurting their feelings.

Disclaimer #2 (This is not a real link)

We, the imaginary characters in this writer's head, hereby consent to playing roles that depict all forms of happiness and unhappiness, peace and violence. We are not of age because we have no age. We're just some energy she named after her current favorite characters. We are thrilled to act out the most hidden of human emotions. May you enjoy our non-physical performance, guilt-free. We exist to help you cope with all the freaking rules in your world. We are the raw emotion that needs somewhere to go. Enjoy, and let it rip! Oh, and if you cry, you're welcome. You needed that.

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He's Still the Man of My Life: Sonny Preyer

Posted on 2018.06.12 at 18:08
Current Mood: gratefulgrateful
2018!!  It's been years and years, and I'm still in love with this guy.

I suggest that you read through the introduction before following the links below. The links are there for added information, but are not vital, since everything will unfold in the story. (The links contain definite SPOILERS). Header and Warning found here. Enjoy.
Original date (?) May 12, 2006.


He was born to keep a promise.

Not even death will let him break it.

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Sonny Preyer

A Fairy Tale

of a different Kind

Copyright 2002 Bridgette H.



Sonny is an Illumenae.

Only one can walk the Earth at a time.

The Illumenae came about because some wise souls believed that those who cherish peace should not have to suffer those who relish war. They are individuals bred for one purpose, to renew the Promise that gives peace to the people of the The Realm. It is a genetic Promise, kept through propagation. And Sonny Preyer does not yet know that he is one of them.

Sonny is an instrument of power. He cannot defend himself, for deliberately harming another goes against his own life-giving energy. But harm finds those who provoke him, who threaten him, for his own power is confined within an infallible human adolescence, and has ways of escaping him.

Sonny is a brilliant, if troubled, student at Silver Springs High. Stigmatized by his fragile health, and medical secrets, his only consolation among his peers is a singing voice that makes even his bullies stop and listen.

The people in Sonny’s life are not who they seem to be:
Dr. Sanders, a prudent physician, has taken a special interest in him since birth, and limits his home practice to Sonny's needs alone. His school friend Brecca, and her cousin Elden, appear to have a sudden and inexplicable need for Sonny’s companionship. Shore, the new school counselor, says very little to Sonny, but is careful to watch his every move. Cale is the friend Sonny cannot remember having. And even Sonny’s parents, Amber and Dom Preyer, haven’t been entirely honest with their son.

His dreams of going to college come to an end when he is violently recalled to a world he once knew. The Realm is a green and abundant land, long forgotten within the vaults of his soul's memory. It is a world of castles, of sorcery, and of deadly magic. Here, every stranger knows the intimate secret Sonny takes great pains to keep hidden, and either loves him or despises him for it. Here, warriors vow to protect him from an enemy whose desire for him is as powerful as Sonny himself.

It is up to Sonny to find his way home from this place, where so much is expected of him. But first he has to face the one entity who stands in his way. Dastas.

Chapter One:
Part one
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven

Friends can find Sonny here. Thanks

Go to sonnypreyer.com

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You're invited to my Snape party. We're all dressing up like Snape, but you can dress any way you want. There's Butch-Snape, Boyish Snape, Drary Snape, Trans-Snape, Androgynous Snape, Deatheater Snape, And Eternal Snape who survived the story and reluctantly, Het Snape. We're watching the movies and talking during them. We're gonna swap our best fan-fic.

Everyone has to retell the Snape story in their favorite way. Usually, I pair Snape with all the male characters, but I saw a video today and something new has got a hold on me. It's not new to fandom, but it's new to me. I wouldn't have given it a chance until I began to miss Alan Rickman/Snape so much, went looking for him, and found this vid. The energy and love I feel are proof that Alan Rickman is still giving, still alive, and his touch can still be felt. Eternal!


Oh, and I also ordered a life-size cut out of his awesomeness as Severus.

JK Rowling, I love you to pieces, but I can't limit myself to your parameters. You were a total genius when you made Snape. You shouldn't have made him so good. Once Alan Rickman added his deliciousness, my imagination had no intention of coming back or being told what to do.

Lily took her secret to the grave. Snape may or may not be into women. Snape may or may not be Harry's father. Snape was not emotionally ready for a child. He wasn't over his own traumas. It was bad enough that Lily chose James over him. Lily never confirmed it, but Snape's perception and intuition are superior. How bittersweet it might have been to realize the baby was his, yet Lily's silence remained proof of her regret. If she did not have confidence in his role as the father, how could he? Was it shame, or love for James Potter that kept her silent? She was Snape's friend. He was there for her. Maybe the conception happened when she needed comfort the most. Maybe James couldn't give her a child, who knows? I will never write this story, so I'm laying it here at this party. If you write it, I'll read it, but het isn't my first choice. Good writing can persuade me. :-)

James Potter, while fun and charming, could not provide the emotional depth, maturity, and genius that Lily found in friendship with Snape. In turn, Snape's brooding disposition was no basis for a romantic relationship. She knew that Snape had a problem with loving himself. How could he love another? A child? Maybe Lily sensed that Snape was the kind of person whose affections could not be limited to women or men, or family. But a stolen moment of comfort happened, whether it was meant to or not. Lily and Snape tried to put it behind them, but Lily learned shortly thereafter that she's pregnant. (If anyone knows where the quality fanfic is, tell me!)

With the threat of Voldemort's growing power, none of them had time to sort out their issues before Harry was born and a new story is told.

Snape never intended to have look into Harry's eyes and see him as anything more than just another student. Snape doesn't know how to accept and process love. He feels it, but he can't easily demonstrate and manage it. What he feels when he looks at Harry, is a storm of emotion. His defenses rise against it.

But he does look at Harry and he sees not only Lily, confused Lily. He sees the irony of besting James Potter and never being able to let the world know it. He sees the boy he is not allowed to claim as his own. The boy he doesn't deserve. The love he doesn't deserve. He sees the family that Lily was ready for, and he was unworthy of. The sight of Harry touches every insecurity within Snape. James Potter traumatized Snape, yet James was awarded the loveliest thing Snape had ever known. James was found worthy of Snape's child. Not Snape. And silence had to be kept, or forever tarnish Lily's perfect memory. Add that Snape kept Harry alive by being undercover for Dumbledoor and the Deatheaters, all while protecting Draco as well, and we cannot fathom the strength it took not to break under the pressure.

Oh, and another damn thing. This detail is so small and so great, I have to point it out here. I got this from
Im-wanderingaway: on youtube. In the wand fight between Snape and McGonigol, watch carefully:

Snape not only deflects McGonagall's attack but uses it to take down Alecto and Amycus in a single armwave behind his visual field. Like they both had their wand out too but BOY they did not see that coming. Snape knew that he needed to get rid of them before being driven out of the castle so that they wouldn't harm any of the students GOD what a baddass motherfucker.

So what happens when Harry wakes up to the truth?

NOW, watch this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3sYlbFXjog&index=27&list=PLfP3By3wYC51azxPUJj71cS4eaHJOIsvS&t=0s

Enjoy and thanks for reading.


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