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Between the lines by DementorDelta (NC-17)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Length: 23.000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dementordelta and on insanejournal dementordelta
Author Website: Stories on Skyehawke and on Walking the Plank
Why everyone should read this: There are times that I forget that fics such as this exist *sigh* You know the type I mean, stories that can make you forget canon and your problems and just read them....
This is one, which you know, not surprising since it is one of DementorDelta's stories! *g* What we have here is a canon compliant story with just a little twist concerning the Half-Blood prince and hey look at that it doesn't really count the Epilogue :)
Go read! Good characterizations, lovely plot, wish it has been done like this really and cool things happening.
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Between the lines by Dementor Delta
"My name is Severus."
The words seemed to magnify themselves on the page as Harry stared at them in horror, sounding out the syllables as they were being written, his brain refusing to accept them until they formed the complete name. It couldn't be--
An old potions book. Brilliant if sarcastic comments scribbled in the margins. Jinxes and hexes that Hermione had warned him might be dark. Snape's book. And Harry had taken it to bed with him. He slammed the book shut and scuttled away from it like a crab left bereft by the sea. He came up fast against his own headboard, still staring at the battered old book lying in the center of his bed.
He felt worse than he'd felt when he'd found out the secrets lurking within Tom Riddle's diary. At least he'd never cherished the old diary the way he'd cherished this book. Never defended the author of the diary as he had the original owner of his potions text. God, he'd even--
Horror oozed into his gut, so thick he could nearly feel it filling his nostrils. Had even thought of the book's owner might be his father, someone he'd actually like. Harry hated Snape, and always would. Extending one leg, Harry pushed the book to the edge of the bed, but couldn't reach far enough to make it go over.
He thought about yelling for Ron to come over and yank the offending book off the bed, but then he imagined having to tell Ron that the prince was really Snape, and Ron would get that look and he probably wouldn't touch it either.
Nearly smacking himself in the forehead, Harry grabbed his wand. The first spell on his lips was Incendio, but he wasn't sure he could get the fire out before waking up his dorm mates or catching his own bed on fire. He settled for a simple Wingardium Leviosa to ease the horrid thing off his bed, then frantically swiped at the duvet to make sure no lingering bits of paper remained. Leaning over the bed he stared at the rubbishy old copy of Advanced Potion-Making before shoving it a few more inches under his bed with the tip of his wand.
When he did finally get to sleep he dreamed he was falling into Tom Riddle's diary again, only it was Snape in the Chamber of Secrets, hanging upside down by his ankle but still laughing at Harry for being so stupid.
Read it here
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Length: 23.000 words
Author on LJ:
dementordelta and on insanejournal dementordeltaAuthor Website: Stories on Skyehawke and on Walking the Plank
Why everyone should read this: There are times that I forget that fics such as this exist *sigh* You know the type I mean, stories that can make you forget canon and your problems and just read them....
This is one, which you know, not surprising since it is one of DementorDelta's stories! *g* What we have here is a canon compliant story with just a little twist concerning the Half-Blood prince and hey look at that it doesn't really count the Epilogue :)
Go read! Good characterizations, lovely plot, wish it has been done like this really and cool things happening.
********
Between the lines by Dementor Delta
"My name is Severus."
The words seemed to magnify themselves on the page as Harry stared at them in horror, sounding out the syllables as they were being written, his brain refusing to accept them until they formed the complete name. It couldn't be--
An old potions book. Brilliant if sarcastic comments scribbled in the margins. Jinxes and hexes that Hermione had warned him might be dark. Snape's book. And Harry had taken it to bed with him. He slammed the book shut and scuttled away from it like a crab left bereft by the sea. He came up fast against his own headboard, still staring at the battered old book lying in the center of his bed.
He felt worse than he'd felt when he'd found out the secrets lurking within Tom Riddle's diary. At least he'd never cherished the old diary the way he'd cherished this book. Never defended the author of the diary as he had the original owner of his potions text. God, he'd even--
Horror oozed into his gut, so thick he could nearly feel it filling his nostrils. Had even thought of the book's owner might be his father, someone he'd actually like. Harry hated Snape, and always would. Extending one leg, Harry pushed the book to the edge of the bed, but couldn't reach far enough to make it go over.
He thought about yelling for Ron to come over and yank the offending book off the bed, but then he imagined having to tell Ron that the prince was really Snape, and Ron would get that look and he probably wouldn't touch it either.
Nearly smacking himself in the forehead, Harry grabbed his wand. The first spell on his lips was Incendio, but he wasn't sure he could get the fire out before waking up his dorm mates or catching his own bed on fire. He settled for a simple Wingardium Leviosa to ease the horrid thing off his bed, then frantically swiped at the duvet to make sure no lingering bits of paper remained. Leaning over the bed he stared at the rubbishy old copy of Advanced Potion-Making before shoving it a few more inches under his bed with the tip of his wand.
When he did finally get to sleep he dreamed he was falling into Tom Riddle's diary again, only it was Snape in the Chamber of Secrets, hanging upside down by his ankle but still laughing at Harry for being so stupid.
Read it here