Part 1
Awesome. Poignant. Fierce. Heart-wrenching. Inspiring.
Madness! Absolute madness!
Snape! Harry! They Rulez!
Harry was courageous, incorrigible, and unquenchable through his madness and his struggle to save the wizarding world once again. He shone brightly throughout the story. Huzzah, Harry!
I admired Snape’s tenacity and strength of will throughout all the terrible ordeals he went through. His refusal to succumb to apathy and despair in the face of his outcast state and near-Squib status revealed his strong, unyielding spirit. ::sighs blissfully:: Snape really stood out in this unforgettable story.
Dolores Umbride as Minister for Magic – ugh. ::recoils::
The one mercy was that the agony was so intense he swiftly blacked out. … the ache of the new curse radiating from his wand hand up his forearm. The dull burn was so similar to the Dark Mark.
Poor Severus. :(
"Sorry I'm late," Potter murmured softly, as if they'd had an appointment. "I was a bit poorly. But," he beamed suddenly, "I'm all better today."
You did a great job of portraying Harry’s madness, making it both heart-aching and laugh-inducing.
Snape squeezed Potter's shoulders and released him, pulling back and standing tall once more. "Everything will be fine," he told Potter firmly. "I'll wait for you here. Go."
Snape handled Mad!Potter very well.
You want me to kill myself? You want me to starve? Potter wasn't the only one who saved the lot of you, and this is how you repay me? By branding me a criminal? Treating me like a leper? A Death Eater? If it wasn't for me, you'd know exactly what real Death Eaters do, you pathetic, miserable sods! You wouldn't be here to spit at me and hex me and whisper behind my back. You'd be Demented or dead or wishing you were! Fuck you. Fuck you all!
::roars:: Righteous, righteous! Never say die!! I love you, Severus! Wootwootwoot!
A bright red cape streamed heroically behind him, flapping on a wandless wind charm. Underneath it the brat wore nothing but scarlet long-johns covered in gaudy gold lightning bolts.
::jaw drops:: Er, nice outfit, Super!Harry. 8D
Harry’s periodic visits to Snape at Spinner’s End were so much fun to read. I loved Harry’s raiding Snape’s cupboards and his manic madness and Snape’s playing along with Harry and his air of long-suffering. And then later in the story, they had such good banter going on between them.
"I dub thee," The blade whooshed, almost slicing the curtain of Snape's hair, and his ear with it, before coming to rest on his other shoulder. "Sir Severus."
::blinks:: Cool.
"Here. Take 'em." Potter extended his weird little offerings. "I slew 'em for you."
Oh, Harry…that’s so, um...sweet?
a glimpse of a sober coherence. A sane, scared young man, so terrified of being a danger to everyone around him, that he assumed the role of a fool instead.
Hmm, that’s a very good description of poor Harry.
The advantage of inventing his own spells was that they were unknown to the Ministry, and therefore untraceable.
::nods:: Now that makes sense.
Inspiration was born of desperation, when circumstances drove you past fatigue and despair to clutch at the last available chance.
A good meaning for the word. The prose was peerless.
Until finally the magic was there again at his fingertips, fierce and familiar and his. It was a tingle at first, then a white crackle, stronger and stronger until it overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.
Yesss! Clever Snape is da bomb.
Potter was obviously trying to disclaim his curtain theft and add Fashion Criminal to the list of Snape's offences.
Nah, there’s a method to his madness.
"Madam Edgecombe," … "Assistant Obliviator." … she held up the hem of her sensible pink robes, a fashion favoured by the new Minister for Magic