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Snapesnarks [Contact] Better be Slytherin!
Call me: Meri (undisclosed) Member since: 20 Oct 2014
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About me:

Hello there, you can call me Meri. It's not my actual given name, but rather one I have adopted for myself. They/their pronouns suit me just fine. 

Currently, I am a Stenography student with the ambition of becoming a court reporter.  

I haven't written fic in quite a long time, so I can't really say much about updating schedules and whatnot. Reviews are definitely appreciated, and a Brit-picker would be lovely. I'm also willing to beta-read for others. 

There's a link to my art/writing blog here, where I post almost exclusively about my adventures in writing, reblog writing help and references, and become too emotional about fictional characters. There's a link to my personal blog there, which is much more varied.

I've Always Wanted a Neighbour Just Like You is a very personal project, and sharing it with all of you is doing wonders for my soul. 

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Stories by Snapesnarks
After a year away at Hogwarts, Harry expects his summer to be like all the rest. For better or for worse, there's a big difference this time.

Takes Place: 2nd summer, 2nd Year - Snape flavour: Canon Snape
Tags: Alternate Universe, Snape-meets-Dursleys, Spying on Harry! Snape
Categories: Healer Snape, Teacher Snape > Professor Snape
Rated: 16+ - Warnings: Abusive Dursleys, Neglect
Chapters: 5 - Completed: No - Updated: 05 Mar 2015 / 13 Dec 2014
Series: To Build a Home - Challenges: Harry's move

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