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The Soul Adores by maeglinyedi (NC-17)
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Harry/Snape/Tom
Length: ~41,000
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maeglinyedi (though she hasn't posted since 2007)
Author Website: Skyehawke (In the few weeks since I saved the link, Maeglin's website on slashcity.net has vanished)
Why this must be read:
So many reasons. The plot is mesmerizing. The mindfuck is exquisite. It's a kind of horror story and dark comedy combined, deftly written, with an unstoppable logic and momentum and plenty of room for appalled amusement at our hero's expense. The fic takes Riddle's charm and brilliance far more seriously than the series ever did, and shows what would happen if someone as naive as Harry really were to try pitting his own inexperienced wits against such a charismatic psychopath. The depiction of Riddle is fascinating, persuasive, impressive. Also weirdly appealing.
But for me the fic's most astonishing achievement is how utterly in character Harry is. His downfall is a direct result of certain qualities that are indulged in canon, even applauded: his rashness, his habit of assuming that whatever action he takes is right, his refusal to confide in adults, his total inability to plan ahead or consider the consequences. This fic is essentially a chronicle of the corruption of innocence. Excuse me, I'm going to quote from my own original comment: "…so endearing, so sympathetic, and yet so myopic about all the most important things… He never does quite twig to how he made it all possible. We know that he's being seduced and played for a fool, but he never once stops to realize. And it's scary to note that, despite all his good intentions, he has no moral compass, no way back… it's really a tale, in terms both literal and metaphorical, of how a decent, loving boy can lose his soul and become a monster."
The conversations between Tom, trapped in a locket, and Harry, who thinks he's pulled a fast one and passed himself off as Voldemort's supporter, are witty, tense, hypnotic, and snort-worthy. And the insidious quality of Tom's charm is palpable, affecting not only Harry but the reader as well.
Snape plays a secondary part here, but he's vivid and dark and morally elusive, the sort of version I've always favored, a Snape who, when push comes to shove, turns out to be first and foremost on his own side. As far as the contest between good and evil goes, well, things take a somewhat different turn than they do in the books, and yet Maeglin manages a happy ending of sorts. A disarming, disturbing, and conscience-free happy ending, and that may be the most alarming thing of all.
I could go on praising the intricacy and sly characterization and sheer creepy genius of the concept, but instead I'll simply urge you all to go read it now.
He shuffled towards the bathroom, and once inside he looked down at the locket. "Sorry, but I want some privacy," he said, and before Tom could respond, he clicked the locket shut. He relieved himself in the toilet, and stepped under the hot shower spray.
The familiar morning routine of washing his hair and body allowed him a few moments of peaceful thoughts, a chance to recollect himself after the last two turbulent days.
Everything was going fine. Tom was starting to trust him, and even if Harry was now forced to do magic he'd rather stay away from, it would all be worth it when he got his hands on those Horcruxes.
He rinsed his body and his hand automatically reached down. He had time for a quick wank. He needed to be relaxed to get through another day with Voldemort's soul. Just some tension relief. Harry closed his eyes and stroked his cock. It hardened at once - he was sixteen, after all - and he enjoyed the building sensations, pleasure coiling in his belly and balls.
"What on earth is taking you so long?"
Harry snapped his eyes open, released his dick, and glanced down. The locket hung opened against his chest, and Tom was staring up at him with one curved eyebrow.
"Jesus! Which part of I need a little privacy didn't you understand?"
"The part where you are wasting valuable time with masturbation, Harry."
Harry turned around in the shower, searching for a way to hide himself from Tom. Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable. He'd been caught wanking in the shower by Voldemort.
Cheeks burning and erection wilting at an alarming pace, Harry turned off the water and reached for the nearest towel. He wrapped it around his hips, and wiped the condensation off the mirror.
Tom smiled triumphantly at him in the damp surface of the mirror. Harry narrowed his eyes and reached for his toothbrush.
"You know, that was really very rude," he said, smearing toothpaste on the brush.
Tom's smile grew wider. Harry sighed. Telling Voldemort he was rude was about as effective as telling a snake it looked scaly. Harry brushed his teeth with a vengeance, and wondered, not for the first time, how the world had become such a surreal environment.
Right. The plan. Destroy Horcruxes, kill Voldemort, and enjoy a life of peaceful wanking in the shower.
"Am I allowed to have some breakfast, or do you plan on starving me like my bloody Muggle family?" he asked, glaring at Tom in the mirror.
"Honestly, Harry, you know I am not that cruel. Of course you're allowed to eat."
Harry decided not to comment on that and marched back to his bedroom in search of clothes.
The Soul Adores
Pairing: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Harry/Snape/Tom
Length: ~41,000
Author on LJ:
maeglinyedi (though she hasn't posted since 2007)Author Website: Skyehawke (In the few weeks since I saved the link, Maeglin's website on slashcity.net has vanished)
Why this must be read:
So many reasons. The plot is mesmerizing. The mindfuck is exquisite. It's a kind of horror story and dark comedy combined, deftly written, with an unstoppable logic and momentum and plenty of room for appalled amusement at our hero's expense. The fic takes Riddle's charm and brilliance far more seriously than the series ever did, and shows what would happen if someone as naive as Harry really were to try pitting his own inexperienced wits against such a charismatic psychopath. The depiction of Riddle is fascinating, persuasive, impressive. Also weirdly appealing.
But for me the fic's most astonishing achievement is how utterly in character Harry is. His downfall is a direct result of certain qualities that are indulged in canon, even applauded: his rashness, his habit of assuming that whatever action he takes is right, his refusal to confide in adults, his total inability to plan ahead or consider the consequences. This fic is essentially a chronicle of the corruption of innocence. Excuse me, I'm going to quote from my own original comment: "…so endearing, so sympathetic, and yet so myopic about all the most important things… He never does quite twig to how he made it all possible. We know that he's being seduced and played for a fool, but he never once stops to realize. And it's scary to note that, despite all his good intentions, he has no moral compass, no way back… it's really a tale, in terms both literal and metaphorical, of how a decent, loving boy can lose his soul and become a monster."
The conversations between Tom, trapped in a locket, and Harry, who thinks he's pulled a fast one and passed himself off as Voldemort's supporter, are witty, tense, hypnotic, and snort-worthy. And the insidious quality of Tom's charm is palpable, affecting not only Harry but the reader as well.
Snape plays a secondary part here, but he's vivid and dark and morally elusive, the sort of version I've always favored, a Snape who, when push comes to shove, turns out to be first and foremost on his own side. As far as the contest between good and evil goes, well, things take a somewhat different turn than they do in the books, and yet Maeglin manages a happy ending of sorts. A disarming, disturbing, and conscience-free happy ending, and that may be the most alarming thing of all.
I could go on praising the intricacy and sly characterization and sheer creepy genius of the concept, but instead I'll simply urge you all to go read it now.
He shuffled towards the bathroom, and once inside he looked down at the locket. "Sorry, but I want some privacy," he said, and before Tom could respond, he clicked the locket shut. He relieved himself in the toilet, and stepped under the hot shower spray.
The familiar morning routine of washing his hair and body allowed him a few moments of peaceful thoughts, a chance to recollect himself after the last two turbulent days.
Everything was going fine. Tom was starting to trust him, and even if Harry was now forced to do magic he'd rather stay away from, it would all be worth it when he got his hands on those Horcruxes.
He rinsed his body and his hand automatically reached down. He had time for a quick wank. He needed to be relaxed to get through another day with Voldemort's soul. Just some tension relief. Harry closed his eyes and stroked his cock. It hardened at once - he was sixteen, after all - and he enjoyed the building sensations, pleasure coiling in his belly and balls.
"What on earth is taking you so long?"
Harry snapped his eyes open, released his dick, and glanced down. The locket hung opened against his chest, and Tom was staring up at him with one curved eyebrow.
"Jesus! Which part of I need a little privacy didn't you understand?"
"The part where you are wasting valuable time with masturbation, Harry."
Harry turned around in the shower, searching for a way to hide himself from Tom. Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable. He'd been caught wanking in the shower by Voldemort.
Cheeks burning and erection wilting at an alarming pace, Harry turned off the water and reached for the nearest towel. He wrapped it around his hips, and wiped the condensation off the mirror.
Tom smiled triumphantly at him in the damp surface of the mirror. Harry narrowed his eyes and reached for his toothbrush.
"You know, that was really very rude," he said, smearing toothpaste on the brush.
Tom's smile grew wider. Harry sighed. Telling Voldemort he was rude was about as effective as telling a snake it looked scaly. Harry brushed his teeth with a vengeance, and wondered, not for the first time, how the world had become such a surreal environment.
Right. The plan. Destroy Horcruxes, kill Voldemort, and enjoy a life of peaceful wanking in the shower.
"Am I allowed to have some breakfast, or do you plan on starving me like my bloody Muggle family?" he asked, glaring at Tom in the mirror.
"Honestly, Harry, you know I am not that cruel. Of course you're allowed to eat."
Harry decided not to comment on that and marched back to his bedroom in search of clothes.
The Soul Adores