severity_softly

Title: Of Things Dead and Buried
Rating: R
Warnings: ***Click here to be spoiled for warnings***
Prompt: Epiphany (Gen) in the kinda_lush fest at LJ
Characters: Severus, Tobias and Eileen Snape, Alastor Moody
Word Count: 6,300ish
A/N: A million thanks to my wonderful BETAs, innerslytherin and lindy_grl123!
Summary: Severus returns home from Hogwarts over the summer between his sixth and seventh year to find his mother quickly becoming a shell of her former self. She might be willing to forget herself, but he won't.

( Severus stepped inside his parent's home, looking around at the familiar cramped sitting room. He felt ill, claustrophobic, to be returning. )

Title: Mum?
Rating: PG
WC: 659
Characters: Eileen and Severus Snape (Snape/Lupin discussed)
Summary: Eileen Snape is not dead. The Death Eaters and most of the Order only think she is. Severus visits her safe house over his winter break.
Warning: drugged!Snape
A/N: I don't know if the warm milk thing (supposedly it helps you sleep) is done in the UK. Just let me slide on it if it isn't, ok? *G*

( 'I don't sleep.' )

Title: Look At Me
Author: severity_softly
Characters: Eileen and Severus Snape, w/Tobias in the background.
Challenge: forgotten memory at Snape100
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100 x 3
Warning: implied domestic violence between adults, character death
Summary: Snape's childhood may have been worse than he remembers. (Severus is 5, 15, and 20 in these drabble respectively)

( He hadn't dreamt it; he knew that. )

Title: Hello, My Name is Irma
Rating: G
Characters: Severus and Eileen Snape, Dumbledore
Summary: For all the things that taking the mark had failed him in, it was the one thing it had succeeded in that made Severus hate it the most. It had succeeded in making him a thirty-three year old virgin who still lived with his mother.
Words: 1,157
A/N: Pre-GoF era. Written for e_prince_snape's Pure-blood Prince fest (on LJ). Prompt of "Dark Mark." Betad by Linda. Thanks!

( There were plenty of reasons that Severus Snape had come to hate the Dark Mark burned into his arm. )