Oh, thank God for procrastinating, because if it weren't for that I wouldn't have read this and I think it may have been one of those fics that runs in to your brain and scribbles beautifully over everything you think you know. I wish I could give an appropriately dazzling review to go with the dazzling fic, but reviews are hard to do with a blown mind.
I had to repeatedly remind myself to slow down and breathe when I started this, because I was instantly hooked. And everything about Lily's voice, her feelings, the interactions with the marauders and her voyeurism... they were all perfect. And Snape, and her seeing him and realising what she'd said no to (which felt good from a Snape-fan point of view) and that scene, that scene in the marsh just seemed so real and perfectly pitched and quite frankly familiar because I'm sure in the infinitely more drab real world I've felt like that, a self-absorbed, possessive, awkward, sexual teenager – and also an adult (mostly), reflecting on what I should have done, what I would have done had I not been the self-absorbed teenager that I was.
And of course, then there was the torture of watching Snape and Harry's life and wondering if you'd be so cruel as to let us have only a little voyeurism on a doomed future, and the brief flashes of Harry's other life, which rang so true and seemed so possible... and then at the end, somehow my music player came to a song that I hadn't even heard before which seemed so completely, perfectly pitched to the soaring, wonderful end that I have absolutely no idea why I didn't cry. Possibly I was beyond crying – I'm definitely shaking. I'm so profoundly happy, my boyfriend thinks I've gone insane.
So yeah. Amazing. This review does not do it justice.