Ancient Magician (Severus x Reader)

Chapter 6: Detention and Wingardium leviosa

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𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 6: 𝐷𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 & 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑢𝑚 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑠𝑎

 "𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒"

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Snape's POV

The classroom was quiet now, just the faint ticking of the old wall clock and the occasional crackle from the fireplace. My eyes swept the room, but my mind wasn't focused on the present. Instead, it drifted—flooded by the memory of her. Y/N.

She was always the brightest light in a room, even when that light drove everyone mad. Full of mischief, yet brave beyond her years. And now, in her absence, the world seemed dimmer. I blamed James and Lily at first—angry at them for not keeping her safe—but the truth was, Y/N was never one to be controlled. She had made her choices, and she never once flinched in the face of danger. That was who she was.

I still remember the Sorting Ceremony. She and I had exchanged hopeful glances across the Great Hall, silently willing fate to put us together. But the hat had other plans. I was in Slytherin, and she'd gone to Hufflepuff. We were crushed. But in some strange twist of fate, that separation brought us closer to each other, and to the group that would come to be known as the Marauders.

For a while, we were just kids. Laughing. Scheming. Living. I smiled bitterly as I remembered one detention in particular—the one she dragged me into. We'd all been in trouble, the lot of us. But even in punishment, we found laughter. She had this way of turning even the worst moments into memories we cherished. I could still see her grin as she volunteered to take the blame when we were caught sneaking out. No hesitation. She never let any of us suffer alone.

I felt that old ache swell up in my chest—the one that had never truly left. She was gone but now she's back. I knew what she would want for us to keep going, to live with the same fire she had. So I made a quiet promise to do just that—for her.

A knock on the door jolted me back to the present.

"Professor, I'm here for my five-hour detention errr or was it six hour?" Y/N muttered as she walked in, her arms crossed, frown firmly in place.

Despite myself, I smiled. "Please, have a seat." I gestured to the chair across from mine, placing a plate of biscuits on the table between us. "Feel free to eat."

She eyed the cookies suspiciously at first, then shrugged and grabbed one. Watching her nibble at it, I couldn't help but see that same spark from before. Mischievous. Endearing.

"So, Professor Snape, what's the plan for this five-six-ish hour torture session?" she asked, mouth still full of cookie.

I leaned back slightly. "Don't call me Snape. 'Sev' will do."

She paused mid-bite. "Sev? Sev?" Her eyes squinted as if something stirred in her mind. Then she stood so quickly her chair scraped back. "You're Sev—from Diagon Alley!"

My brow furrowed. "Excuse me?"

"You really don't remember? I was there, with four annoying boys who kept teasing me. I remember you. You were... different then."

Her voice held a confused sort of urgency that made my pulse quicken. Dumbledore had warned me to watch her, to pay attention to what she recalled. But this—this was beyond what I'd expected.

She rambled about Hogwarts, her memories, but I wasn't fully listening. Instead, my thoughts spun back—

A memory—Seventh Year. The Shrieking Shack.