|snakeling (snakeling) wrote in snakelingsrecs,|
@ 2009-03-25 00:56:00
Title: Commonplace Magic
Author: ac1d6urn and sinick
Summary: No doom of the wizarding world hanging in the balance, no tragic premature deaths. Just Harry getting inside a solitary man's defences, by not really trying.
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
May Acid and Sinick go on writing such excellent fics forever. It's AU non-magic, a genre I normally hate, and yet I loved it to pieces.
Snape is suitably ugly and grumpy, and Harry is suitably thick. The writing is slow and beautiful, and London is as much a character as Harry and Snape.
“What do you want?”
Harry blinked and held the Onegin in front of him like a shield and tried to get his eyesight adjusted to the darkness of the flat. Luckily, it was the same man from the Cheshire Cheese and Lincoln’s Inn Fields. Harry twisted the book anxiously in his hands, then turned it over so that the title was visible, just in case. “Er. Here’s your book.”
“I see,” The reply sounded a bit surprised. Did he think I wouldn’t bring it back? Harry thought as he held out the book silently. But the man didn’t take it; instead he glanced up the stairwell — where high-pitched, accented voices and descending footsteps could be heard coming closer — before he frowned and stepped aside. “Come in.”
Harry hesitated and glanced up as well. “What? What’s the matter?”
“Now!” Severus insisted. The second Harry was in the flat the door slammed shut behind him, effectively cutting off the source of the noise. Harry jumped at the bang. “Gossiping old bats,” Severus muttered in place of explanation, or apology.
Harry just blinked. He’d never had any trouble with his neighbours. The lady in the flat to the left sometimes gave him a stern look if he turned up the telly after hours, and the newlyweds in the flat to the right were too busy yelling at each other to even notice him. Severus’ neighbours seemed like they had too much time on their hands. Either that or the man was paranoid, which was more likely.