|snarrymod (snarrymod) wrote in snarry_games,|
@ 2008-05-02 08:24:00
|Entry tags:||entry, team phoenix, venivincere|
TEAM PHOENIX ENTRY: Venivincere "A Superior Choice"
Title: A Superior Choice
Genres: Romance, angst
Prompt: Miles to go before I sleep
Ratings/Warning/Kinks: NC-17 *Implied het.*
Word Count: 5,413
Summary: "Tabula rasa," Harry says again, because it's the only thing he can think of with Snape's nose so close to his face, pushing everything else to the edge of his vision. He's tipped his head up slightly and can smell the institutional powdered soap on Snape's neck, the spicy, musky damp of his collar. Something boils through Harry's anger in a billowy roll, leaving him with a startling amount of desperation bubbling on top of it and a sudden awareness that he'd never been closer to Snape in his life. "Potter. My tabula will never be rasa."
Author's Note: Ziasudra, many thanks for the speedy and excellent beta. This story would not have the continuity it does without your expert guidance. Thank you so much for your hard work!
Also, heaps of thanks to Team Phoenix for guiding this fic when it was a fledgling idea. You're the best support anyone could ask for. :-)
Twenty-five hours after the Battle of Hogwarts, the final tally of the dead, injured and missing is released. When Harry holds up the Prophet the next day, the list is (mercifully) shorter than his arm.
"Snape's listed as missing," says Ron.
"They probably haven't found his body yet, is all," says Harry. "I'd better go tell them where to look, otherwise he'll lie there for years."
"Do you think he'll still be there?"
"Well, he isn't getting up and walking away on his own."