OH. MY. GOD. This is the best thing I've read in ages. When I saw where you were going with the polyjuice, I worried that it might be hokey and contrived. Not so at all -- saved by your beautiful, artful writing. The first time Harry-Snape looked at himself in the mirror was like a moment from mythology, so deeply symbolic. When we love someone else, are we loving ourselves? Is loving a form of self-love? When we seek one who is missing, whom are we really seeking? There are so many gorgeous moments in this fic -- the encounter in which Harry knows it's really Snape, guilty Harry with Ginny in the kitchen, Harry and Snape's conversation in the living room, Harry's domestic fantasies -- it's just so fully realized. And the ending! It couldn't have had a better ending, yet I never saw it coming. It's perfect. I don't know who you are, Gingertart, but I want to read everything you've written. Wonderful job.