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This is a story of a bald Hufflepuff hopelessly in love with his Ravenclaw disciple. Determined to protect his friendship, he vowed to himself to keep his feelings hidden and carried to his grave.
That is how it is supposed to be, until a certain Slytherin comes into the picture.
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For one terrible, heart-stopping moment, Severus believed that she was dead. But then he saw the shallow rise and fall of her chest, the way her long lashes fluttered slightly in her unconscious slumber.
She was alive.
Lily was alive.
Lily was alive and breathing softly, cradled in the Dark Lord’s arms. The Dark Lord, who was now smiling at him, the look on his face amused, almost affectionate as he took in Severus’ expression of sheer disbelief.
"Did you not think I would spare her for you?" the Dark Lord said. "I'm a little offended by your lack of faith, Severus."
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After Draco's failure to kill Albus Dumbledore he must be punished. But Severus Snape made an Unbreakable Vow to protect him. And there are far worse punishments than the cruciatus curse when Fenrir Greyback is lurking at the Manor. Severus' reputation is already in tatters, what does it matter if it bears one more stain? And just how long can he carry on yet another deception?
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"Born as the seventh month dies," Voldemort murmured, his voice soft and contemplative. "Parents who have thrice defied me… that can only refer to the Potters, or the Longbottoms.”
Severus’ heart skipped a beat.
“Not the Potters,” he said quickly.
Voldemort turned to look at him, his gaze going sharp. “Not the Potters?”
“Their son was born on the first of August,” Severus said. “The prophecy cannot refer to him.”
Harry is born on the first of August. Voldemort targets the Longbottoms instead, kills them and wins.
Together with Severus, he remakes the wizarding world.
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"A name can be honored, a name can be feared—but never both."
Severus Snape never expected to wake up again. And certainly not in Prince Manor.
Death should have been easy. After the Marauders’ full moon prank, after the betrayal of the only friend who ever mattered, after years of knowing he would never truly belong—Severus saw only one way out. But fate, or perhaps blood, drags him back.
He awakens in Prince Manor, surrounded by a family that has never acknowledged him, faced with a name that has never been his to claim. They offer him something he has never had before: recognition, power, and a place among the elite. But everything comes at a cost.
As he is taught the art of pureblood politics, Severus realizes survival is not about strength alone—it is about control. Control of his words, his emotions, his loyalties. Control of who he must become to never be weak again. But the more he learns to play the game, the more he wonders if he is losing himself in it.
The Dark Lord’s war is coming, and Severus is running out of time. To be forgotten is to be powerless. To be remembered is to be hated, feared… or worse, owned.
If his name must be spoken, let it be hallowed. But at what price?