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Once Upon a time, in Egypt by Josan (Gen)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: None
Length: 40.000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
josanpq or tales_of_josan
Author Website: Josan's page
Why this must be read:
Sorry for the absence, work is very distracting. And yes that rating over there is gen..... *looks at the sky* Nope, it's not fallen on my head yet *g*
Cause it is one of the very few gen stories that I have read in this fandom and I keep going back to it over and over again?
Bill Weasley is in it (always a bonus point)
Severus' punishment by the wizarding community at large is something that I can see as being done
The gobblins are cute and clever and quite honestly interesting
Egypt, I've always loved Egypt *g*
Quite honestly this is a wonderful story set upon examining the what ifs of Snape being punished for his actions in the War and the opportunity for change appearing through the form of Bill Weasley and the need for his expertise at potions.
It is as I mentioned gen, but should you feel inclined it can be read as pre-slash, which sometimes creates much stronger emotions than slash.
Excerpt from Once Upon a time, in Egypt
He opened his eyes.
And discovered he wasn't where he was supposed to be.
"It's all right," said a voice he knew. "It's not a dream or a nightmare. You're not in Britain. You're in my home, in Egypt."
Snape's head snapped around and he found himself staring at Bill Weasley, whom he'd last seen...when was it? A week earlier? He slowly propped himself up onto his elbows and had to admit that this was indeed not his room. He dragged himself up into a sitting position against the headboard. "Well, I must say my last hallucination was nothing like this."
The room was large and airy. There was darkness but it was of the screened variety. The walls were light coloured, possibly cream. The bed was much larger than his cot, far more comfortable, with cool, clean white sheets and a light cover. And instead of being dressed in whatever he'd been wearing when he'd taken his dose of medication, he was garbed in a white nightshirt of a fine, thin cotton.
"Breakfast, Professor?"
Snape turned his attention to the man watching him from the comfortable armchair by the bed. After a moment, he nodded. "Certainly, why not? I often dream of food. I wonder what it is I can hallucinate for breakfast."
Weasley called out a word Snape didn't recognize, but that someone did. A House Elf... Well, it had the general shape and size of a House Elf. But instead of greyish, it was brown. It wore a short white skirt of some kind. And that was all Snape noticed because the tray the elf was carrying was placed on his lap and the aromas of coffee and sweetened, creamed porridge overwhelmed his senses.
He placed both hands around the mug of the almost pitch black coffee – something long beyond his financial resources – and raised it reverently to his lips. "Oh, Merlin," he whispered, "please, let this be real."
Weasley said nothing as he watched Snape down the coffee ecstatically. He'd vented his anger at the treatment Snape had been getting to Gorkopol and Ashkentag, and thought he'd dealt with it well. But right now, he would have loved to get his hands on whomever was responsible for what had happened to this man.
Snape waited until he'd scrapped the bowl of the last of its contents to sit back with a sigh of pleasure and face Weasley. "All right, perhaps now you might care to explain just what is going on?"
Find the story here
Pairing: None
Length: 40.000 words
Author on LJ:
josanpq or tales_of_josanAuthor Website: Josan's page
Why this must be read:
Sorry for the absence, work is very distracting. And yes that rating over there is gen..... *looks at the sky* Nope, it's not fallen on my head yet *g*
Cause it is one of the very few gen stories that I have read in this fandom and I keep going back to it over and over again?
Quite honestly this is a wonderful story set upon examining the what ifs of Snape being punished for his actions in the War and the opportunity for change appearing through the form of Bill Weasley and the need for his expertise at potions.
It is as I mentioned gen, but should you feel inclined it can be read as pre-slash, which sometimes creates much stronger emotions than slash.
Excerpt from Once Upon a time, in Egypt
He opened his eyes.
And discovered he wasn't where he was supposed to be.
"It's all right," said a voice he knew. "It's not a dream or a nightmare. You're not in Britain. You're in my home, in Egypt."
Snape's head snapped around and he found himself staring at Bill Weasley, whom he'd last seen...when was it? A week earlier? He slowly propped himself up onto his elbows and had to admit that this was indeed not his room. He dragged himself up into a sitting position against the headboard. "Well, I must say my last hallucination was nothing like this."
The room was large and airy. There was darkness but it was of the screened variety. The walls were light coloured, possibly cream. The bed was much larger than his cot, far more comfortable, with cool, clean white sheets and a light cover. And instead of being dressed in whatever he'd been wearing when he'd taken his dose of medication, he was garbed in a white nightshirt of a fine, thin cotton.
"Breakfast, Professor?"
Snape turned his attention to the man watching him from the comfortable armchair by the bed. After a moment, he nodded. "Certainly, why not? I often dream of food. I wonder what it is I can hallucinate for breakfast."
Weasley called out a word Snape didn't recognize, but that someone did. A House Elf... Well, it had the general shape and size of a House Elf. But instead of greyish, it was brown. It wore a short white skirt of some kind. And that was all Snape noticed because the tray the elf was carrying was placed on his lap and the aromas of coffee and sweetened, creamed porridge overwhelmed his senses.
He placed both hands around the mug of the almost pitch black coffee – something long beyond his financial resources – and raised it reverently to his lips. "Oh, Merlin," he whispered, "please, let this be real."
Weasley said nothing as he watched Snape down the coffee ecstatically. He'd vented his anger at the treatment Snape had been getting to Gorkopol and Ashkentag, and thought he'd dealt with it well. But right now, he would have loved to get his hands on whomever was responsible for what had happened to this man.
Snape waited until he'd scrapped the bowl of the last of its contents to sit back with a sigh of pleasure and face Weasley. "All right, perhaps now you might care to explain just what is going on?"
Find the story here
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I've got another one of yours for later on *g*