An excellent story! Most enjoyable! Wonderfully written!
The story conveyed such vivid imagery:
tiny dark house breathed of Snape, cold and dismissive, with the musty stink of the dungeons
The staircase led to a huge circular space where the plaster seemed to melt from the walls with the sheer hopelessness of staying stuck. The room stretched up for what looked like hundreds of metres of crushing misery, spiralling into the bleak upper quarters of Azkaban, where the Dementors were corralled
but the day was bright and sheer, and the sea glittered
Snape was standing looking out to sea. Robeless, he looked thinner. The sun shone through the cotton of his shirt lining his arms and the bones of his elbows.
in the face of her omniscient squint.
::snerks:: Ah yes, it was always Hermione who seemingly possessed all the smarts.
"Occlumency; antidotes, cupboardfuls of them, taken prophylactically; blood-charming spells, blood-clotting spells, blood-replicating spells; drafts – living death, dreamless sleep, confuddlement; lies – millions upon millions; aliases; false fucking passports." His nostrils flared. "Prepared to ensure my continued existence at whatever cost to my professional pride and quality of life, as you can see. Perhaps you would also like to hear in detail about plans B, C and D? Do let me show you my collection of wigs and my open ticket to Iceland!"
Wootwootwoot! Snape totally pwns in this story, writing up a concordance, holing up in an abandoned and Dementor-riddled Azkaban – having first rid himself of all his happy memories – and stealing lunches from the oil rig workers. Hehhh. I ♥ snarky, erudite Snape. Oh! And his new patronus was fantastic!
I liked Harry’s patient persistence in tracking down Snape despite all of Snape’s efforts at concealment. Good on him!
This was a great story with such rich details. Well done!