The Three Broomsticks 1975, Late December Evening

It was a cold evening, causing Hogwarts students to want a nice warm beverage, which so happened to be a Butterbeer, apparently everyone had the same idea and went to The Three Broomsticks. Ravenclaws were at a table near the window, Hufflepuffs by the entrance, only few Slytherins were there so they were scattered around and Gryffindors were sitting in the back corner, which just happened to be The Marauder’s, a nasty group who would play “pranks”, though it was really torment, on other students. Mostly Slytherins and their main target was Severus, because he was Slytherin and apparently weird. But behind the bar stood Ivor Gaunt in his full, pale blonde hair, blue-ish grey eyed and slender glory. Carrying two silver trays of butterbeers, his sleeves rolled up covered in flour.

The Gaunts were a pureblood fanatic family, tracing back generations and centuries, the Gaunt Family were also direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin which meant Ivor was a Parseltongue. Lucien Gaunt, Ivor’s grandfather, a man sterner than stern told him that he’ll “Make the Gaunt name greater and get all the filthy mudbloods and half bloods to leave the country”. Ivor never listened to the nonsense. Ivor’s mother was the only decent witch in the Gaunt Manor, trying to give Ivor a proper childhood until one day Ivor’s father, Marius Gaunt, told him that his mother left them and to never mention her name. Back to the present, Ivor sighed, finally getting a moment to breathe, dusting off the bar and hearing the bell jingling, letting out an audible sigh and looking up until he saw who it was.

Severus, Ivor’s demeanour softens, he’d been his boyfriend for a year or two now. Ivor poured a Butterbeer, setting it onto the bar as Severus walks up and sits down, taking the warm drink into his two hands. “I didn’t expect you to come this weekend… I thought you were working on an assignment for Potions..” Ivor muttered out, throwing his rag somewhere behind him. “Well I was but I decided to come down for a visit.” Severus responded, taking a sip of the warm liquid. “How sweet Sev, I’m blushing.” Ivor teases affectionately, pretending to fan himself. “Don’t push your luck.” Severus retorts.

Ivor sighs once more, rolling his eyes and pushing himself up from the bar once he hears the loud and chaotic laughter you hear coming from The Marauder’s. “Oh look who it is!” Sirius Black calls out “Little Snivellus came to The Three Broomsticks for a drink!” He mocks cruelly, making a face. “Still greasy, Snivellus?” James Potter teases, grinning at his own joke and the whole table bursts into laughter. “Who’s the pale freak you’ve got with you, Snivel?” Sirius drawls gesturing towards Ivor. Before Severus can answer, not that he was going to anyway, James whispers to Sirius. “Dude that’s Ivor Gaunt…” “You’ve got to be kidding me” Sirius responds “The creepy Slytherin with the Murder Manor bloodline?” “Yep.” James whispered back though Ivor could still hear them. “I didn’t peg you for the pureblood fanatic type, Snivellus!” Sirius says boldly. “Does he whisper sweet Parseltongue in your ear until you both fall asleep arm in arm?” James remarks, growing confident once more. “Good one, Prongs!” Peter Pettigrew shouted, chaotically laughing with the rest of their table.

Ivor rolls his blue-ish grey eyes and sneer in their direction, watching Severus’s shoulders tense after each comment The Marauder’s shouted out towards him. “Just ignore them, Severus, they don’t know what they’re talking about. Sirius is just a pathetic little boy who’s the only one in his little pureblood family that’s a Gryffindor.” Ivor murmurs, grabbing a bit of flour and smearing a tad of it on Severus’s nose, letting out a giggle that made Severus’s heart flutter.