Title: The Weight We Carry
Author: atypicalsnowman
Team: Snitch!
Genre: Alive and Kicking
Prompts: Dream a Little Dream, Can You Hear Me?
Rating/Warnings/Kinks: NC-17, Highlight if you wish to know: *Harry is 17*
Word Count: ~36,000
Author Notes/Disclaimers/Betas:
A/N: There are a handful of direct quotes taken from Harry Potter and the Death Hallows in the following fic. All credit for these lines, as well as the world and characters she has created, goes to JK Rowling. I own nothing. There is also a quote borrowed from Thorton Wilder's Our Town, which was just too perfect not to use. Many thanks to the mods, who put together such a wonderful fest, and to El Capitan for encouragement. This fic would never have been written if it were not for whitecotton, beta extraordinaire, who helped keep the commas in place, the infinitives from splitting, the smut anatomically correct, Severus snarky and Harry from being too much of a Gryffindor. Thank you, darling, for holding my hand when it seemed this fic would never be finished. Thanks to thesewarmstars for the 'final word' beta, nailing the commas down, and endless pep talks over messenger. Hugs and kisses also to accioslash for a read-through and to lovetoseverus for pointing out a major issue. I am profoundly grateful to you all.
Summary: The morning after the battle at Hogwarts, Harry wakes up to find himself alone and the task of defeating Voldemort uncompleted. Overwhelmed and suffering from strange nightmares, Harry finds the strength to finish it for the last time when Snape arrives to help.
( The Weight We Carry by AtypicalSnowman )
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Author: atypicalsnowman
Team: Snitch!
Genre: Alive and Kicking
Prompts: Dream a Little Dream, Can You Hear Me?
Rating/Warnings/Kinks: NC-17, Highlight if you wish to know: *Harry is 17*
Word Count: ~36,000
Author Notes/Disclaimers/Betas:
A/N: There are a handful of direct quotes taken from Harry Potter and the Death Hallows in the following fic. All credit for these lines, as well as the world and characters she has created, goes to JK Rowling. I own nothing. There is also a quote borrowed from Thorton Wilder's Our Town, which was just too perfect not to use. Many thanks to the mods, who put together such a wonderful fest, and to El Capitan for encouragement. This fic would never have been written if it were not for whitecotton, beta extraordinaire, who helped keep the commas in place, the infinitives from splitting, the smut anatomically correct, Severus snarky and Harry from being too much of a Gryffindor. Thank you, darling, for holding my hand when it seemed this fic would never be finished. Thanks to thesewarmstars for the 'final word' beta, nailing the commas down, and endless pep talks over messenger. Hugs and kisses also to accioslash for a read-through and to lovetoseverus for pointing out a major issue. I am profoundly grateful to you all.
Summary: The morning after the battle at Hogwarts, Harry wakes up to find himself alone and the task of defeating Voldemort uncompleted. Overwhelmed and suffering from strange nightmares, Harry finds the strength to finish it for the last time when Snape arrives to help.
( The Weight We Carry by AtypicalSnowman )
Mod note: If you rec this story, please link this POST, not the story url, or the author will not get her proper vote tally. Thank you!
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