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When a Death Eater raid kills the Dursleys, the Ministry decides Harry needs a responsible guardian.
He gets a husband instead.
Now trapped in a political marriage, Harry and Severus must learn to coexist as the world outside falls deeper into darkness. -
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The war ended. But something older woke in its silence.
A legacy not written in prophecy but in blood, memory, and breath.
Harry Potter, no longer the Boy Who Lived, stands at the threshold between names — between what was and what must become. At his side: Severus Snape, no longer just a shadow in the dark, but a constant. A vow unspoken.
As the world stirs with old magics, Tribunal secrets, and the forgotten truths of the Nex Umbrae, they must face what comes not just with wand or fire, but with memory, love, and the price of choice.
Seven thrones. One unclaimed. And a name — Rhaziel — that echoes across time.
This is not a story of power. This is the story of what remains after it is let go.
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Severus leads a simple life, but he lives under the shadow of a grave secret his mother refuses to tell him. Then there’s the mysterious boy from across the woods who seems to appear out of nowhere every few years, always in need of Severus’ help. Who is he really, and could he hold the answers to the questions Severus has never dared to ask?
This is an AU set in 17th-century France, but within the world of canon: Remus is a werewolf, magic follows the same rules, Beauxbatons exists somewhere in the background. Featuring a painfully naïve Severus and a rather cynical Remus, because they’ve led different lives — but then again, maybe they’re not all that different.
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In the interest of providing Severus Snape additional strength to withstand Voldemort's Legilimency, Remus Lupin is recruited to participate in a utilitarian marriage bond with him. Remus's distraction during the ceremony leads to an unexpected side effect of the bond.
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“That’s it?” Remus said, somewhat incredulously, as the light faded away. He’d expected more, somehow.
Severus nodded, lifting his hand to study the ring on his finger. “Congratulations, against all expectations, you succeeded in participating in the simplest of rituals.”
Remus felt a twinge of annoyance at his words, but it was overlaid confusingly with a sense of satisfaction. He frowned, trying to puzzle out why he would feel satisfied at Severus’s insult.
An expression of concern crossed Severus’s face, and he lowered his hand. He looked at Remus, his brows drawn together. Then his eyes widened, and surprise flooded Remus. It quickly turned to shocked anger.
“Albus, we may have a problem,” Severus growled.
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They were enemies, once. They still are—aren’t they?
But the magic binding them doesn’t care for old grudges. It whispers in dreams, pulls them close, stirs need where only contempt once lived. In the dead of night, Severus begins to unravel—and Sirius watches, wanting, waiting.
Severus turns—and collides with Sirius Black’s chest.
Heat, solid and unyielding, sears through the fabric of his robes, stealing the breath from his lungs. The forest looms, silent. The wind curls through the trees like whispered secrets. Every nerve screams run—but he cannot move.
"I have you," Sirius murmurs, voice low, dark, reverberating like a vow.
Severus shudders. Not in fear. Not in anything he can name.
Sirius’s hands are on him, branding, possessive, raking up his sides, curling into his waist, breath a ghost against his throat. His scent—smoke, sweat, something dark—coils in Severus’s lungs, heady and intoxicating.
He shouldn’t want this. He doesn’t want this.
And yet—
When Sirius presses him back against the bark, when lips find his skin—teasing, claiming—Severus’s breath stutters. His fingers tighten in Sirius’s hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.