(Y/N) (Y/MN) (Y/L), A substitute teacher for the Defence Against The Dark Arts subject in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. An Independent woman of many secrets. Severus Tobias Snape, The potions master. The most intimidating professor in Hogwarts who has dark secrets of his own. Two people with complicated past, Fated to meet....Fated to love.

In which 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝔂𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 tries to keep his brother out of trouble, but ends up finding trouble instead. a harry potter fanfiction oc x oc year one ✅ year two ✅ year three ✅ year four ✅ year five (coming soon)

Amilia Hubbard returns to Hogwarts! Harry Potter has begun his schooling! So not only does Severus Snape have to deal with the young wizard but he also must deal with the rumors and emotions that have arrived when Amilia did. Will they reconnect or will the wedge between them drive them further apart?

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞." #1 in hogwarts #2 in weasley #8 in harrypotter

"𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗."

"𝙷𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔." "𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎." "...𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝."

"People like him don't notice people like me" Highest rankings: #1 on Fred Weasley #1 on George Weasley #1 on Hogwarts #1 on harry Potter

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝? 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗?

Faye Scamander was never dangerous. She was the girl who handed out biscuits like blessings, chatted with portraits, rescued injured creatures, and left wildflowers on desks simply because it felt kind. And somehow, Draco Malfoy noticed her anyway. Draco had been raised in a castle of cold rules and colder expectations. Faye had grown up in a cottage overflowing with warmth and wonder. He had been taught that softness was weakness. She had been raised to believe that softness saved people. They should have stayed worlds apart. Instead, they kept colliding-his armour against her gentleness, his silence against her small-magic courage. And somewhere between a flower she gave him, a biscuit he pretended not to want, and the moments they lingered without meaning to- everything shifted. Because some spells were loud and destructive. But the ones that changed a life? They were always the small things no one saw coming

𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑎 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒... --------- A marauder's era fanfic. ¡tw! - panic attacks - depression - death --------- best ranks: #4 - maraudersfanfiction #11 - alicefortescue #10 - dorcasmeadowes - - - - - - - link in bio for personalised character letter!