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crack_van2008-10-27 11:01 pm
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Echoes by Gingertart (NC-17)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Length: 17,400 words
Author on LJ: gingertart50 on insanejournal
Author Website: stories on Walking the Plank or at HP Fandom
Why everyone should read this: It's post DH and look it's not an AU (not exactly, unless you know that thing in chapter 36), but there's no Ginny either :)
Everyone has been given perfume for Christmas, odd things happen as a result and Harry finds himself juggling match-making children, senile household appliances and two very fraught relationships. Eh this is not actually Ginny bashing, it's a lovely story, full of melancholy, but sweet at the same time. Yes Harry was married to Ginny, the children do exist (and they are wonderful), but Harry has to battle a house that is going slowly mad and a things that remind him of the past.
What I love most in this story, is the image flashes you get from the perfumes that Gingertart describes. It's like a ticket to something that you don't have access to usually and that makes you happy or melancholic or hot, depends. She takes time from story telling to show us the children and what is Ginny doing, but most of all, it makes you so much to find out who is making those perfumes. Which is of course is a dead give away, since we all know a certain potions masters from way back.
The Harry/Snape relationship and interaction in this story is quite close to what I would call canon, but that doesn't mean that Harry and or Snape cannot behave like human beings.
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Echoes by Gingertart
Harry sniffed warily.
Rather than the heavy, floral scent he had expected, the perfume was delicate; maybe based on lily of the valley. It stirred a memory; a vision of a young woman sitting on a fence as the sun turned her wayward auburn hair into a glorious blaze. She threw back her head and laughed, her green eyes dancing with amusement. Then she was gone, and Harry felt a chill. The memory was not his own, yet he knew her. She smiled at him out of wizarding photographs on a shelf in his bedroom. Somewhere, he still owned a sealed flask of memories that featured her. She was Lily Evans, his mother.
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Echoes by Gingertart (on the 2007 snarry_holidays)
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Length: 17,400 words
Author on LJ: gingertart50 on insanejournal
Author Website: stories on Walking the Plank or at HP Fandom
Why everyone should read this: It's post DH and look it's not an AU (not exactly, unless you know that thing in chapter 36), but there's no Ginny either :)
Everyone has been given perfume for Christmas, odd things happen as a result and Harry finds himself juggling match-making children, senile household appliances and two very fraught relationships. Eh this is not actually Ginny bashing, it's a lovely story, full of melancholy, but sweet at the same time. Yes Harry was married to Ginny, the children do exist (and they are wonderful), but Harry has to battle a house that is going slowly mad and a things that remind him of the past.
What I love most in this story, is the image flashes you get from the perfumes that Gingertart describes. It's like a ticket to something that you don't have access to usually and that makes you happy or melancholic or hot, depends. She takes time from story telling to show us the children and what is Ginny doing, but most of all, it makes you so much to find out who is making those perfumes. Which is of course is a dead give away, since we all know a certain potions masters from way back.
The Harry/Snape relationship and interaction in this story is quite close to what I would call canon, but that doesn't mean that Harry and or Snape cannot behave like human beings.
******
Echoes by Gingertart
Harry sniffed warily.
Rather than the heavy, floral scent he had expected, the perfume was delicate; maybe based on lily of the valley. It stirred a memory; a vision of a young woman sitting on a fence as the sun turned her wayward auburn hair into a glorious blaze. She threw back her head and laughed, her green eyes dancing with amusement. Then she was gone, and Harry felt a chill. The memory was not his own, yet he knew her. She smiled at him out of wizarding photographs on a shelf in his bedroom. Somewhere, he still owned a sealed flask of memories that featured her. She was Lily Evans, his mother.
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Echoes by Gingertart (on the 2007 snarry_holidays)