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crack_van2007-09-01 07:27 pm
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The Road Less Travelled, by scoradh (PG13)
My last rec for the month. Thank you, all of you, for reading.
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: mostly gen (post-epilogue generation)
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scoradh
Author Website: Fic on LJ
Why this must be read: This is kid-fic, and I never meant to read it. My taste runs to grownups, and to drama, and to tragedy. And yet. This story is pretty irresistible. It's reminiscent of the books in the way that few fanfics are; it actually reads like a children's story, which is a pretty amazing accomplishment. It's well written, it's engaging, it's long and plotty and the characters in it are real kids who act like real kids.
The long squeal of the train's whistle jerked Albus out of his reverie. He'd been standing on one of the toilets, trying to peer through the two-inch square window for a last glimpse of his parents and little sister. His eyes felt hot and prickly, but he was determined not to cry. James could spot red-rimmed eyes from a mile off, and no sliver of sympathy for his brother's plight would stop him teasing Albus for the next month and a half.
All Parts, by Tag
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: mostly gen (post-epilogue generation)
Author on LJ:
scoradhAuthor Website: Fic on LJ
Why this must be read: This is kid-fic, and I never meant to read it. My taste runs to grownups, and to drama, and to tragedy. And yet. This story is pretty irresistible. It's reminiscent of the books in the way that few fanfics are; it actually reads like a children's story, which is a pretty amazing accomplishment. It's well written, it's engaging, it's long and plotty and the characters in it are real kids who act like real kids.
The long squeal of the train's whistle jerked Albus out of his reverie. He'd been standing on one of the toilets, trying to peer through the two-inch square window for a last glimpse of his parents and little sister. His eyes felt hot and prickly, but he was determined not to cry. James could spot red-rimmed eyes from a mile off, and no sliver of sympathy for his brother's plight would stop him teasing Albus for the next month and a half.
All Parts, by Tag