Snapexbellatrix Stories

Y/N, daughter of Snape and Bellatrix, 3rd year, Slytherin, yet the bravest you'll ever meet. 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝? 𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎! 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗, 𝚍𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗. I do not own Harry Potter yadda yadda ya

Amid the chaos of Voldemort's war, Severus Snape and Bellatrix Lestrange circled each other like predators, mistrust thick between them. She hated his cold detachment, the way he slithered through the Dark Lord's favor without spilling blood as she did. He loathed her recklessness, her shrill zealotry masking deep insecurity. Yet, they were often thrown together in missions fraught with peril, their survival dependent on a reluctant partnership. One night, when meeting in hogsmeade and having a sweet moment in the share of Snape's cloak and a dark and annoyed look between them, there, beneath the hatred, something sparked-a recognition of shared exhaustion, of darkness they could never escape. As the war wore on, they began to see each other more clearly. Bellatrix noticed the pain in Snape's eyes when he thought no one was watching, the weight of secrets that seemed to crush him. Snape saw the cracks in her fanatical devotion, the fear she hid behind her vicious smile. In stolen moments-tending wounds after battle, trading barbed words over strategy-they began to connect, though neither would admit it. Their love was a dangerous, unspoken thing, built on a foundation of mutual disdain and grudging respect. In the end, it was not tenderness that bound them but the shared knowledge that, in this war, there was no salvation-only each other, fleeting and fragile amid the wreckage.