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The Apple Tree by Philo (NC-17)
Hello! Am Helen or Stagie and I'll be flying driving the Harry Potter broom van this month.
Am a slasher by birth (and habit and other things), so my recs will be mostly slash, with a couple of gen stories thrown in. Snarry is my OTP, but I read other pairings as well as long as Snape or Harry or Bill Weasley are in them *g*
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape, other smaller pairings
Length: 293.039 words
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: Philo at HP Fandom
Why this must be read: Harry returns for his seventh year determined to change everything. This is a long tale of romance, betrayal, initiative and derring do! "The Apple Tree" is one of those hugely AU stories that can go and on and quite a few people are gay and Harry is the absolute master of everything and well... yeah. No, no, don't stop reading!! It might be one of those AU's, but it's extremely well put together *g*
I adore this story cause it's long and there's more than one plot. Not only Harry gets a different 7th year, he gets everything different. There's a lot of magic, but also the world of Muggles gets dragged into the war and trying to defeat Voldermort requires a heavy toll from Harry as well as the people around him. Severus is marvellous of course. Trying very hard to stop himself from creating a relationship, especially when he realises that someone is not who he says that he is and he has already fallen into the trap. Poor Severus or should that be poor Harry?
Be prepared for a lot of Harry!Hurting and of course the necessary comfort and quite a bit of manly idiocy at times.
He looked hard at Snape and then glanced away, his eyes scanning unseeing over the smoky bar. Of course Snape hadn’t accepted the drink! He was a Potions Master: he must know of every drug or potion that could be masked by alcohol – beer especially probably – its bitter taste would disguise a number of herbs or poisons. And people hated him; people on both sides of the political divide, even old pupils might enjoy the opportunity to slip him something embarrassing, even if not lethal. Snape would never accept a drink from a stranger – would probably never be able to, whatever the outcome of the war: there would always be people posing a threat to him, seeking vengeance. The thought absolutely shook Harry; he had enjoyed clubbing and drinking in the pub with his friends and workmates over the last couple of years, and the sudden realisations of the restrictions and indeed, the loneliness of Snape’s life, hit him like a bludger.
He turned and looked at Snape again, seeing him as a man for the first time in his life. His eyes roamed over him, taking in the familiar sallow skin, the thin cheeks, the dark shadow along his chin. His hair was lank rather than greasy, and really, he wore it in such an unflattering way! He could tie it back or cut it short, either would look a helluva lot better.
“I don’t pick up stray men, either,” Snape said from his book, not bothering to look up.
Harry had just taken a mouthful of ale and consequently sprayed it over the table.
“You did that on purpose!” he gasped, getting his breath back.
“Told you I was not available?” Snape sneered.
“Chose your moment for maximum affect!” Harry choked, just getting his head round that Snape thought he was trying to pick him up.
“It is an art,” the older wizard said smugly.
Harry stared at him. A hint of humour? From Snape? Who thought that he was interested in him? Did Snape attract that sort of attention? His eyes started looking again, noting the long, rather delicate hands as the man flipped a page over. He looked at his body, searched his memory of the shape of Snape. All he could think of was the commanding swoop of Snape in his robes, swirling down the corridors or coming into class. The man had Presence with a capital P. But his body? Well, he was tall and slim, and really, Harry had never thought anything more of it. He eyed Snape’s shoulders and chest.
“Still not available,” the man murmured, eyes never leaving the page.
The Apple Tree by Philo
Am a slasher by birth (and habit and other things), so my recs will be mostly slash, with a couple of gen stories thrown in. Snarry is my OTP, but I read other pairings as well as long as Snape or Harry or Bill Weasley are in them *g*
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape, other smaller pairings
Length: 293.039 words
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: Philo at HP Fandom
Why this must be read: Harry returns for his seventh year determined to change everything. This is a long tale of romance, betrayal, initiative and derring do! "The Apple Tree" is one of those hugely AU stories that can go and on and quite a few people are gay and Harry is the absolute master of everything and well... yeah. No, no, don't stop reading!! It might be one of those AU's, but it's extremely well put together *g*
I adore this story cause it's long and there's more than one plot. Not only Harry gets a different 7th year, he gets everything different. There's a lot of magic, but also the world of Muggles gets dragged into the war and trying to defeat Voldermort requires a heavy toll from Harry as well as the people around him. Severus is marvellous of course. Trying very hard to stop himself from creating a relationship, especially when he realises that someone is not who he says that he is and he has already fallen into the trap. Poor Severus or should that be poor Harry?
Be prepared for a lot of Harry!Hurting and of course the necessary comfort and quite a bit of manly idiocy at times.
He looked hard at Snape and then glanced away, his eyes scanning unseeing over the smoky bar. Of course Snape hadn’t accepted the drink! He was a Potions Master: he must know of every drug or potion that could be masked by alcohol – beer especially probably – its bitter taste would disguise a number of herbs or poisons. And people hated him; people on both sides of the political divide, even old pupils might enjoy the opportunity to slip him something embarrassing, even if not lethal. Snape would never accept a drink from a stranger – would probably never be able to, whatever the outcome of the war: there would always be people posing a threat to him, seeking vengeance. The thought absolutely shook Harry; he had enjoyed clubbing and drinking in the pub with his friends and workmates over the last couple of years, and the sudden realisations of the restrictions and indeed, the loneliness of Snape’s life, hit him like a bludger.
He turned and looked at Snape again, seeing him as a man for the first time in his life. His eyes roamed over him, taking in the familiar sallow skin, the thin cheeks, the dark shadow along his chin. His hair was lank rather than greasy, and really, he wore it in such an unflattering way! He could tie it back or cut it short, either would look a helluva lot better.
“I don’t pick up stray men, either,” Snape said from his book, not bothering to look up.
Harry had just taken a mouthful of ale and consequently sprayed it over the table.
“You did that on purpose!” he gasped, getting his breath back.
“Told you I was not available?” Snape sneered.
“Chose your moment for maximum affect!” Harry choked, just getting his head round that Snape thought he was trying to pick him up.
“It is an art,” the older wizard said smugly.
Harry stared at him. A hint of humour? From Snape? Who thought that he was interested in him? Did Snape attract that sort of attention? His eyes started looking again, noting the long, rather delicate hands as the man flipped a page over. He looked at his body, searched his memory of the shape of Snape. All he could think of was the commanding swoop of Snape in his robes, swirling down the corridors or coming into class. The man had Presence with a capital P. But his body? Well, he was tall and slim, and really, Harry had never thought anything more of it. He eyed Snape’s shoulders and chest.
“Still not available,” the man murmured, eyes never leaving the page.
The Apple Tree by Philo