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Hello, I'm Vague and I am back for a second turn in the crack_van! This month you will hopefully get a good mix and may discover stories you didn't know about or rediscover old favourites!
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Sirius of a sort
Author on LJ:copperbadge
Author website:sam_storyteller
Why this must be read:
I don't think anyone who ever spend any time in this fandom does not know Sam Vimes aka.copperbadge, so I don't think I need to explain how great his writing and characterisation always is! Cartographer's Craft is one of my favourites and has an utterly interesting and novel idea at its core. It also has cleverly thought-out facts and background information, a great relationship story almost as an afterthought and is just altogether an amazing story!
It's been made fully canon-compliant recently which has changed the original quite a bit, so even if you have read it before, give it another go now!
"I trust you with this, Harry," Remus continued, finger still circling, drawing an invisible whirlpool on the top pages of the folded map. "Because you deserve to know your roots and because you are a man not just in name." He smiled at Harry. "Your father would have wanted you to know."
Harry nodded, then glanced back at the page.
"Remus," he said quietly. Remus looked down.
An inky mirror-finger had joined his on the page, and was following his movements. He pulled his hand back as if burned, and the finger on the page shattered into flecks of ink, then into words.
Wotcha, Moony.
Both of them stared at it.
"But it shouldn't..." Remus murmured. "Not without a wand touching it..."
Nothing to say to your old Padfoot?
Remus, perplexed, picked up his wand slowly, eyes never leaving the text.
"It's not supposed to do that, is it?" Harry asked worriedly.
"No, it's not..." he said, touching his wand to the page, avoiding the black ink. "I solemnly swear that I am Remus Lupin," he said, and the ink vanished; in its place four columns of text appeared, each in a different handwriting and a different colour: red, gold, blue, and black.
"These were our notes to each other..." Remus said, scanning the text. "Peter, myself, Sirius, and James. But..."
His eyes widened as he followed Sirius' handwriting. "Did you ever give Sirius your map?" he asked Harry abruptly.
"No -- well, we looked at it together once or twice, but he never had it when I wasn't there, not that I know of," Harry answered. "He didn't seem to like it, actually. You know how he got when people talked about history. He never told me about the notes...what's going on?"
"I'm not sure. Lean back a bit, Harry," Remus pushed him away, gently, and Harry was reminded of the supernatural strength in his underfed body. "I need to try something..."
He spread the map on the floor and knelt in front of it, touching his wand to the text of Sirius' notes. "I think Sirius may have done something to the map...reveal, Padfoot," he said.
Harry watched as the other journals swirled into each other, red and gold and black all pooling together and vanishing as row upon row of scrawling blue text filled the page. Remus, hands spread on the map, gasped and stiffened; there was a flash of blue light, and then Harry was moving, throwing himself forward into the older man and knocking him away from the map, rolling with Remus' shoulders in his arms as a blinding light filled the room.
He ended on top, Remus limp as a rag-doll beneath him, and he crouched over the unconscious man, brushing the hair out of his eyes and checking for a pulse with one hand while he tapped his cheek with the other, hard.
"Remus, wake up -- Remus, please...Remus, please wake up..."
There was a rustle behind him and Harry turned, realising the map was between them and his wand, still sitting on the desk. He was prepared for Voldemort or Wormtail or anything to come rising out of the map...
He was not prepared for a young man, pushing himself up off the floor, looking as confused as Harry felt.
Cartographer's Craft
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Sirius of a sort
Author on LJ:
copperbadge Author website:
sam_storyteller Why this must be read:
I don't think anyone who ever spend any time in this fandom does not know Sam Vimes aka.
copperbadge, so I don't think I need to explain how great his writing and characterisation always is! Cartographer's Craft is one of my favourites and has an utterly interesting and novel idea at its core. It also has cleverly thought-out facts and background information, a great relationship story almost as an afterthought and is just altogether an amazing story!It's been made fully canon-compliant recently which has changed the original quite a bit, so even if you have read it before, give it another go now!
"I trust you with this, Harry," Remus continued, finger still circling, drawing an invisible whirlpool on the top pages of the folded map. "Because you deserve to know your roots and because you are a man not just in name." He smiled at Harry. "Your father would have wanted you to know."
Harry nodded, then glanced back at the page.
"Remus," he said quietly. Remus looked down.
An inky mirror-finger had joined his on the page, and was following his movements. He pulled his hand back as if burned, and the finger on the page shattered into flecks of ink, then into words.
Wotcha, Moony.
Both of them stared at it.
"But it shouldn't..." Remus murmured. "Not without a wand touching it..."
Nothing to say to your old Padfoot?
Remus, perplexed, picked up his wand slowly, eyes never leaving the text.
"It's not supposed to do that, is it?" Harry asked worriedly.
"No, it's not..." he said, touching his wand to the page, avoiding the black ink. "I solemnly swear that I am Remus Lupin," he said, and the ink vanished; in its place four columns of text appeared, each in a different handwriting and a different colour: red, gold, blue, and black.
"These were our notes to each other..." Remus said, scanning the text. "Peter, myself, Sirius, and James. But..."
His eyes widened as he followed Sirius' handwriting. "Did you ever give Sirius your map?" he asked Harry abruptly.
"No -- well, we looked at it together once or twice, but he never had it when I wasn't there, not that I know of," Harry answered. "He didn't seem to like it, actually. You know how he got when people talked about history. He never told me about the notes...what's going on?"
"I'm not sure. Lean back a bit, Harry," Remus pushed him away, gently, and Harry was reminded of the supernatural strength in his underfed body. "I need to try something..."
He spread the map on the floor and knelt in front of it, touching his wand to the text of Sirius' notes. "I think Sirius may have done something to the map...reveal, Padfoot," he said.
Harry watched as the other journals swirled into each other, red and gold and black all pooling together and vanishing as row upon row of scrawling blue text filled the page. Remus, hands spread on the map, gasped and stiffened; there was a flash of blue light, and then Harry was moving, throwing himself forward into the older man and knocking him away from the map, rolling with Remus' shoulders in his arms as a blinding light filled the room.
He ended on top, Remus limp as a rag-doll beneath him, and he crouched over the unconscious man, brushing the hair out of his eyes and checking for a pulse with one hand while he tapped his cheek with the other, hard.
"Remus, wake up -- Remus, please...Remus, please wake up..."
There was a rustle behind him and Harry turned, realising the map was between them and his wand, still sitting on the desk. He was prepared for Voldemort or Wormtail or anything to come rising out of the map...
He was not prepared for a young man, pushing himself up off the floor, looking as confused as Harry felt.
Cartographer's Craft
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