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crack_van2012-10-31 11:56 pm
The Love of a Good Wizard by SweetSorcery (NC17)
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Minerva McGonagall/Pansy Parkinson)
Length: (75,027 words)
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: SweetSorcery in AO3
Why this must be read: This is a known and loved story, but one I couldn't resist waxing poeticaly about. A lyrical love story about love and second chanses that could change the world. While it hasa dreamy sometimes almost fairytale it is also an adult story to the full meaning of the world with amazing characterisation and wicked humor. A true masterpiece to the fandom and pairing and at my humble opinion the best one to start exploring said pairing.
The greatest changes in history seem to occur in quick succession and are often set off by single, isolated incidents. Incidents such as a young witch's refusal to take the Dark Mark, one of Professor Binns' lessons in History of Magic given to a mixed sixth year class, and a very unlikely alliance based on courage and hope.
Harry spent the next week thinking about very little other than Pansy's scheme. It was completely insane. To somehow go back in time - with Pansy Parkinson of all people - and expect to slip effortlessly into Hogwarts classes in the 1940s, stop himself from killing Tom Riddle on sight, and hope against hope that Riddle would fall madly in love with Pansy and abandon his evil ways. How had this ever seemed like a feasible idea?
He finally confronted Pansy to ask this very question when he found her surrounded by two dozen books in the library.
She chuckled. "It's a terrible idea, Potter."
Harry looked flabbergasted. "So we're abandoning it?" He didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Sliding into a chair opposite her and reaching for the nearest book, he was aware that she looked very tired and exhausted.
"No. Absolutely not." Pansy rubbed at her right temple. "It's the only course of action that makes any sense. What's the worst thing that might happen?"
Harry had been going over those possibilities for days, so he had a ready answer. He pushed aside the frankly incomprehensible looking volume on temporal and spatial shifts as if it had burnt him. "We make a mess of it before we even go back and end up in Azkaban?"
"Possible," Pansy conceded. "But not likely." She proudly pointed to the books. "I have reason to believe I've just about cracked it."
Harry frowned. "Okay. Well, we might manage to go back, but Riddle gets suspicious and ends up killing us. Of course, he'll probably end up killing us right here in our own time if we don’t go back, so I'm not sure that's much of a point."
Pansy looked pleased at Harry's reasoning. "Exactly. Any other worst case scenarios?"
"He lures you in with his devastating charms and the two of you end up terrorising the wizarding world together?" Harry had no idea where that had come from; he looked at Pansy in shock.
She stared back at him, wide-eyed. "Bloody hell, Potter."
Harry chuckled uncomfortably at just how much like Ron she sounded, but decided not to point that out. "Just joking," he said unconvincingly.
"Uh huh." Her dark eyes narrowed at him. "Well, speaking of Riddle's devastating charms - how's your list coming along?"
"I've been carrying it around with me," Harry said, pulling a strip of parchment from his pocket and passing it to Pansy. "I'm adding to it as I think of things. As I said, it's not much."
Pansy scanned it, twirling a bang of dark hair at her ear as she did so. "Sounds like the poster boy for Slytherin." She grinned. "Sounds like the poster boy for everything, actually."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked uncomfortably.
She smirked at him. "It's good to know that before he became a snake-eyed, bald, slits-for-nostrils monstrosity, Voldemort was extremely hot."
"How do you know that?" Harry asked, tugging at his collar.
Pansy chuckled softly and read back Harry's description. "Black hair, intense dark eyes, high cheekbones, pale skin, tall, slim, kind of graceful, flaring nostrils - easy to piss off, rather up himself, full lips, unsettling smile… You know, Potter, if I didn't know better--" She stopped there, looking at Harry oddly.
"What?" he asked cagily, feeling himself blushing for no good reason.
"When did you see him? Second year, right?" she asked, still scrutinising him as if he was an interesting new species.
Harry didn't like it. "So what?"
"Nothing." She held up the parchment between her fingertips, looking as if she was fighting back a smirk. "Are you done with this?"
He shrugged, somehow convinced it was better if he didn't hold on to it. "Pretty sure. Keep it. I'll let you know if I think of anything else."
"Have you thought about what I asked you?" Pansy said quite suddenly.
Harry shifted in his seat. "Yes, I have."
"Come to a decision yet?"
"Yes." He looked at her without flinching. "I'm going with you."
Pansy gave him a genuine smile - the first one he'd ever seen on her face. It suited her. "I thought you might."
http://archiveofourown.org/works/266699
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