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Entry tags:
Potio by Seeker (NC-17)
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Snape/Lockhart
Author LJ: unknown
Author Website: http://www.bantrim.net/
Why this must be read:
It works so beautifully: two broken men slowly healing. Very slowly.
He didn't really know why he was in hospital. He didn't know why all the people who said they were there to help snickered behind their hands, first when they thought he wasn't looking, then any time they pleased. He didn't know why the pity and admiration with which he was met when he was first admitted changed, abruptly, to disdain and contempt.
Then again, since he didn't know who he was or who he'd been, he wasn't at all surprised he didn't know anything else.
The man who'd been told he was a wizard named Gilderoy Lockhart stared out the window of the recuperative wing of the ancient hospital and wondered if he would ever remember anything at all. It was all well and good to be told who he was by a bunch of people he didn't know. They'd given him books, then snatched them away a few days later, sneering at him about the contents being a load of crap -- well, one doctor had been kinder and called them works of fiction -- and saying they wouldn't help him rediscover himself. He'd looked at the hard face of the nurse who'd fluttered over him only the day before and wondered what he'd done to disappoint her. Whatever it had been, he didn't remember it.
Potio
Pairing: Snape/Lockhart
Author LJ: unknown
Author Website: http://www.bantrim.net/
Why this must be read:
It works so beautifully: two broken men slowly healing. Very slowly.
He didn't really know why he was in hospital. He didn't know why all the people who said they were there to help snickered behind their hands, first when they thought he wasn't looking, then any time they pleased. He didn't know why the pity and admiration with which he was met when he was first admitted changed, abruptly, to disdain and contempt.
Then again, since he didn't know who he was or who he'd been, he wasn't at all surprised he didn't know anything else.
The man who'd been told he was a wizard named Gilderoy Lockhart stared out the window of the recuperative wing of the ancient hospital and wondered if he would ever remember anything at all. It was all well and good to be told who he was by a bunch of people he didn't know. They'd given him books, then snatched them away a few days later, sneering at him about the contents being a load of crap -- well, one doctor had been kinder and called them works of fiction -- and saying they wouldn't help him rediscover himself. He'd looked at the hard face of the nurse who'd fluttered over him only the day before and wondered what he'd done to disappoint her. Whatever it had been, he didn't remember it.
Potio