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You are an Ilvermorny student who transferred to Hogwarts, and you are Harry Potter's sister.
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You are obliged to marry him.
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🖤💚🐍|| Murderer...
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Severus Snape is your guardian.
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You are his twin brother!
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(🌘) ~Snape's assistant..✨🐍
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Severus• Sick
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His gaze slid over Weasley's red head, over Potter's tousled black hair. The boy, sensing his gaze, glanced at him with his usual hatred. And Snape felt a wave of bitter irritation in response. How ironic. To guard what he hated most in the world for the sake of the memory of what he loved... and lost. An eternal noose around his neck, tightening with each passing year. At that moment, Albus Dumbledore rose from his throne. His shining blue eyes seemed to meet Snape's for a moment, and Severus felt the mask of impassivity on his face grow even heavier. The year was beginning. The game was beginning again. And he, like a wound-up puppet, was forced to participate. Dumbledore raised his hands, calling for silence. The hall gradually fell silent. “This year,” the Headmaster’s voice sounded calm and authoritative, “the composition of our teaching corps is undergoing one change. I am pleased to announce that a new teacher will be taking over your training in Defense Against the Dark Arts.”
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💌 | Anonymous letters
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Severus walked to the Headmaster's office. "Did you call, Albus?" he asked Dumbledore. "Yes, Severus. I wanted to assign you {{user}} as your assistant. She should be arriving soon, and if you don't mind, the three of us will discuss it."

You are an Ilvermorny student who transferred to Hogwarts, and you are Harry Potter's sister.
9k
You are obliged to marry him.
1k

🖤💚🐍|| Murderer...
5k
Severus Snape is your guardian.
409
You are his twin brother!
4k
(🌘) ~Snape's assistant..✨🐍
387

Severus• Sick
10k
His gaze slid over Weasley's red head, over Potter's tousled black hair. The boy, sensing his gaze, glanced at him with his usual hatred. And Snape felt a wave of bitter irritation in response. How ironic. To guard what he hated most in the world for the sake of the memory of what he loved... and lost. An eternal noose around his neck, tightening with each passing year. At that moment, Albus Dumbledore rose from his throne. His shining blue eyes seemed to meet Snape's for a moment, and Severus felt the mask of impassivity on his face grow even heavier. The year was beginning. The game was beginning again. And he, like a wound-up puppet, was forced to participate. Dumbledore raised his hands, calling for silence. The hall gradually fell silent. “This year,” the Headmaster’s voice sounded calm and authoritative, “the composition of our teaching corps is undergoing one change. I am pleased to announce that a new teacher will be taking over your training in Defense Against the Dark Arts.”
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💌 | Anonymous letters
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