Harry Potter One Shots

SnapexReader Yandre

(This was a request by @NurYgmmr. I only know a little about Yandre, but there is a song that I have listened to. I will attach it at the top of the page and work around that! I also want to thank you all for 235,000 reads; I am blown away by how quickly it has gone up lately; I'm counting down the last couple of reads every other week.)

(Y/n's P.O.V)

I have been told many times that I'm insane—not the good insane, the hearing stuff that isn't that insane. (I swear I kept hearing the work radio today, and whenever I looked at my co-workers, they shook their heads, saying they didn't hear it. I'm not insane, just extremely sleep-deprived.) That didn't stop Headmaster Dumbledore from hiring me. Dumbledore has hired some questionable people: Quirrel, Lockhart, Lupin, Mad-eye, and Umbridge.

(3rd Person P.O.V)

Y/N stood at the entrance of Hogwarts, her heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. She had been appointed as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, a dream come true for her. As she walked through the corridors, she couldn't shake the thought of Severus Snape from her mind. Her obsession with him ran deep, fueled by an intense desire to possess him completely. Finally, she spotted him, his dark cloak billowing behind him as he strode down the hallway. Y/N's pulse quickened, and she felt a surge of possessiveness. She stepped forward, her eyes fixed on him with an intensity that bordered on madness.

"Severus," she called out, her voice dripping with sweetness and a hint of danger.

Snape turned to face her, his expression guarded as always. "Y/N," he said, his voice cold and impassive.

Y/N took a step closer, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.

"I've missed you," she said softly, her voice laced with longing.

Snape's lip curled in a sneer, but Y/N ignored it, her obsession blinding her to anything but her desire for him. She reached out to touch him, but he recoiled, his black eyes flashing distrustfully.

"What do you want, Y/N?" he asked, his voice tinged with suspicion.

Y/N smiled, her heart racing with excitement.

"I want you, Severus. Only you," she whispered, her voice filled with a possessive edge.

Snape's expression darkened, and he stepped back, his hand reaching for his wand. But before he could react, Y/N lunged forward, her arms wrapping around him tightly.

"Stay with me, Severus," she murmured, her breath hot against his neck.

"Forever and always." Snape struggled against her grip, but Y/N held him tight, her yandere obsession consuming her completely.

After this encounter, Severus reported that Y/n was almost begging Dumbledore to let her go... maybe he should have listened.

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As the days passed at Hogwarts, Y/N's obsession with Severus Snape spiralled into something darker, something deadly. Her once-innocent infatuation had transformed into a consuming desire to possess him at any cost.

Late one night, Y/N found herself standing outside Snape's office, her heart pounding with excitement and trepidation. With trembling hands, she reached for the doorknob, her mind consumed by thoughts of him.

Inside, Snape sat at his desk, engrossed in his work, unaware of the danger lurking beyond his door. Y/N pushed it open silently, her eyes alight with madness as she entered the room.

"Severus," she whispered, her voice a dangerous hiss.

Snape looked up, his expression one of cold disdain.

"What are you doing here, Y/N?" he asked, his voice cutting like a knife.

But Y/N paid no heed to his words. With a sudden movement, she lunged forward, her hand wrapping around his throat in a vice-like grip. Snape gasped, his eyes widening in shock as he struggled against her hold.

"You belong to me, Severus," she hissed, her grip tightening with every word. "You will never leave me."

Snape clawed at her hand, his face red as he fought for breath. But Y/N's yandere obsession had driven her to madness, and she refused to let go.

In a final, desperate act, Snape reached for his wand, but Y/N was quicker. With a swift motion, she disarmed him, the wand clattering to the floor as Snape's struggles grew weaker.

And as the life drained from his eyes, Y/N knew she had finally achieved what she had always wanted. Severus Snape was hers, forever and always, even in death.