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THIS IS PEAK CINEMA.

This is exactly what R.L Stine has in mind every time he thinks about The Mahar Family

same shit, different fandom

This is the stuff I signed for 🥺💕

happy end

Pedophilia is bad should not be a radical statement.

*while in London*

Franz: Why would you give a knife to Woodrow?!

Kanduu: Chill, he felt unsafe.

Franz: Now I feel unsafe!

Kanduu:

Kanduu: Would you like a knife

This is one of the best harry potter fics I have read so far! Awesome work, dude!

(Sometimes you write the things you wish to read lol. ie you just want to write a ficlet where Snape punches a bully because you can't draw)

Today's prompt is:

James Hated Being This High

James Potter was many things. Popular, rich, handsome. The favourite subject of conversation at school and the leader of a group of friends that had earned their favour into even the school faculty.

James Potter was also saw what he wanted to see, heard what he wanted to hear and did what he wanted to do.

So when he met Snape, who was everything he wasn't and had the one thing he really wanted, James Potter was a bully.

A bully to everyone who was brave enough to listen to the dirty little Slytherin... There weren't that many.

Except for one day.

The one day that they did listen because they had to. To look because they had to.

Listen, never hear. Look, never see.

The one day the dirty little Slytherin got his well-earned revenge.

It's morning again somewhere in Scotland. The world is alive, Severus feels in his lungs. Alive, cruel with a shift so profound, he collapsed to the ground, a deep scrape on his arm.

There is laughter, after that. Laughter behind the busz in his ears. Feet under him, rattling the ground, inching closer and closer and closer. The world is alive, with Severus not in it.

And then there are no hands. Severus would have preferred hands, on some occasions. Particularly those where he's outnumbered 4 to 1 and he'd rather rely on things he still has control over.

The world is alive, when he's lidted to the air. The world is alive, when they laugh at his face and the world is alive when he's dropped to the ground, Lily a distraction and the world is alarmingly breathing when Severus, without a wand, opponents distracted, lifts his fist.

The world is silent save for the sound of a fist colliding with another's jaw.

It's a sickening sound, to all watching. It's a sickening sight, James Potter sprawled on the muddy ground, cradling a bleeding nose and a jaw already blossoming into dark bruises. It's revenge, his friends moving out of their trance to aid their fallen leader, glaring at Severus.

Severus can't find it in himself to be sorry. He picks up his wand, not bothering wiping it clean of the coat of dirt, and points it right towards his forehead, robes disheveled.

"For the last time, Potter. Leave me alone!" he screams the last part, turning on his hill and ready to get as far away as he can from that tree.

It doesn't take long for James Potter to attack back, nose still bleeding, anger accumulating. Just this once, however, he wasn't fast enough. Smart enough.

James hated being this high. Above the ground, people lifting their heads to catch a glimpse. Some laughing, some snighering and pointing, significantly so at the red of his cheeks. James hated being this high. He would hate it for many days to come, when Snape lifts the charm to drop him. Right on his back, in the mud, where he could be humiliated the most.

"Leave me alone," Severus said one last time, wand stashed it in robes, this time no one bothering to go after him.

It wasn't much, what he had today.

It was revenge, even if for one day.

And Severus didn't bother hiding his smile on the way back to Slytherin.