Kind-hearted Glow (Snape x Reader)

Ch5- Apprising Witch

~Flashback~
"Enjoying your breakfast, Big sis?" Slytherin laughed at the fifth-year woman, who the first-years, Big sister had recently given a nickname. Slytherin House had been teasing her about it.

Some said that it was cute, but some said that it was stupid also. (Y/N) paid no mind to the teasing. She loved acting as a role model for the younger students, but it was also a struggle not to let them down.

(Y/N)'s most significant fear is a failure. Having ambition is one of the traits to be a Slytherin; after all; (Y/N) had consistently successfully achieved her goals. But failing something she's good at only makes her try harder.

(Y/N) was in the Hogwarts library studying for exams, which are practically months away. "Do you think you're overdoing it a little (Y/N)?" A deep squeaky voice came from behind (Y/N), but she ignored it.

One of (Y/N)'s friends from the Quidditch team, Flint, passed by and now sitting in front of (Y/N), watching her scribbling down notes like an insane maniac. "I know I am studying a bit too early, but I enjoy it."

Flint raised an eyebrow and smirked. (Y/N) glanced up at Flint and gave him a "what are you doing?" look. "You know, our Quidditch match against Ravenclaw is coming up. Shouldn't you be practicing?"

Flint barked at (Y/N), to which she rolled her eyes. "I have, you know, Regulus and I have been practicing together in our free time. Since he is in the Hospital Wing for unknown reasons, I'm reading the full Quidditch set."

(Y/N) lifted her book to show Flint the cover of what turned out to be Fowl Play of Witchcraft History. "Oh- wrong book!" (Y/N) giggled nervously and slipped the book back into her bag.

"But I can assure you that I am practicing, and I am ready for our next match against Ravenclaw. But it all depends on our Seeker to win us the game, you know. Shouldn't you be telling them to practice?"

Flint raised an eyebrow and stood up to go back to the Slytherin Common Room. (Y/N) followed after him and "accidentally" pushed down a Gryffindor who was picking on a Hufflepuff.

"Oh, sorry, that was my bad." Flint snickered and put a hand on (Y/N) and led her down the corridor. "You know, you could've just left them alone. Hufflepuff deserved that." (Y/N) rolled her eyes at Flint's remark and pushed his hand off her shoulder.

"You know me, Flint. Bullies don't deserve to get away with their acts. Even if they are Slytherin." Flint lifted his hands in defense and backed away from (Y/N). She could give off a bit of a fright to some others.

That included Slytherin. "Forget the bloody password. Open the door!" (Y/N) stomped her foot hard on the dungeon floor, making the hidden door to the Common Room open. Flint was taken back but nodded his head in respect.

"Now that my day has been disruptive, I'll be in my dorm until dinner." A few Slytherins shook in fear as they've watched (Y/N) walk towards her room. A specific black-haired fifth year looked up from his book and smiled at the girl.

~flashback ends~

Snape frowned when he heard he wasn't allowed to see (Y/N) anymore but was happy every time he would play back memories in his mind. Snape was still angry that he wasn't allowed to his friend.

He swung at his desk and knocked off everything. Shattered bottles of harmless potions, piles of student notebooks are all scattered across the floor of his dormitory. Snape opened a drawer that contained a glass case with a flower crown inside.

"I can't lose you, too. Not again..." Snape's lips quivered as he hugged the case close to his chest. Just like when he held (Y/N)'s body when she fell to the ground all those years ago. "I finally understand, (Y/N)."

Snape collapsed on his bed, but he never once let go of the case carrying the flower crown inside. He knew that (Y/N) used to give out different flowers to students and teachers when they were young, but he didn't understand why.

She could've just given everyone a rose, right. No. (Y/N) liked to take things in a different direction. She and (Y/N)'s mother, Natallia, had this gift; when they would look at a person, they quickly responded by blooming a flower from their hands.

This one time, Snape accidentally slipped out when (Y/N) gave a crown of White Carnations back when he was a student. Professor Sprout explained to him the true meaning behind each flower.

When she got to what Snape's flower meant, he ran to his dormitory in tears. "White Carnations: Innocence, pure love, and a women's good luck gift," Professor Sprout explained.

Snape looked up at the ceiling of his bedroom and charmed the crown to float over him. Snape had mixed feelings stirred up in his chest down to his stomach. He even felt like they were a swarm of butterflies inside of him.

But he ignored that feeling and pushed those thoughts aside. He realized what time it was and quickly put his robe on and walked out of his dormitory. He straightened himself up before kicking open the door to his classroom.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class," Snape stormed onto the platform near his desk and glared down at all of the students. He slipped out a small smile towards his godson before continuing.

"As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact after that is pushing making; however, for those select few--" Draco Malfoy smirked at Snape, to which he ignored.

"Who possesses in the predisposition of magic I can teach how to bewitch in mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame; brew glory, and even put a stopper in death." The first-years looked at each other and smiled at all of the advantages they could get in potions.

"Then again-- maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts for abilities so formidable, it'll feel confident enough not to PAY ATTENTION." Snape leaned on the wooden pillar as he glared at his late friend's child.

'Well, what do you know. Harry has her eyes.' Snape frowned before he started to humiliate the boy. Snape pushed himself off the pillar and kicked his robe behind his back. "Mr. Potter, our new celebrity."

Harry's friend, Ron Weasley, shivered from Professor Snape's glare, but Harry was more scared of making new enemies with his teacher. "Tell me: what would I get if I added Powdered Root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?"

The girl next to Harry shot her hand up in a flash. Ron rolled his eyes and glared at Hermione Granger for offering to answer a question that Snape directly asked towards Harry.

Harry shook his head and bowed his head down to avoid eye contact with Snape.
Snape almost smirked at young James for looking disappointed, but he kept his stoic expression and turned away in disgust.

"Enough dillydallying-- you should all be writing this down."