Heh, never apologize for actually finding the time to read a fic! Plus, leaving a comment goes above and beyond the call. There's a particular zing in receiving feedback for a fic that's already fading into the past. It's like getting a present out of the blue, not for any special occasion, but just because.
I'm thrilled that the combination of faintly purplish prose and surreal plot worked for you. I have a history of being compulsive about trying to wring moods out of words and find images for every bloody thing, to the point that I could be fairly accused of never having met an adjective I didn't like. So I'm always ecstatic when readers enjoy that rather than feeling I'm beating them about the head and shoulders with my metaphors. I'm also still chuffed by the muse's mysterious ways, because I don't really think of myself as a plotty writer, yet I seem to have pulled it off here. Between the crackiness of the premise and the incestuous overtones, I was a little amazed that nobody complained.
Best of all, of course, is the fact that you loved the characters, because really, in the end, it's all about Snape them. And this fic turned out to be the place where I off-loaded a lot of my emotional reaction to Deathly Hallows; it kind of followed an imperative of its own. It really mattered to me to get it right. So, thank you.
Hee hee! Didn't know it was me, eh? That's fabulous! *jigs with you and swings you around*</ismall>