|snarryhols (snarryhols) wrote in snarry_holidays,|
@ 2009-12-19 19:59:00
|Entry tags:||fic, genre: drama/angst, genre: romance, rated: nc-17, round: 2009|
Fic: Speak Low If You Speak of Love - for thesewarmstars
Title: Speak Low if You Speak of Love
Author: Can owls write? Hedwig always seemed rather shifty.
Word Count: ~21,500
Warnings: *Not-Epilogue compliant, Alive!Severus, Top/Bottom!Snape, Virgin!Snape, Experienced!Harry, Top/Bottom!Harry, very minor blood-play*
Disclaimer: The world of HP and its characters belongs to Rowling. The author of this fic has borrowed them for the purposes of storytelling. No profit was or will be made.
Summary: When a secret is revealed during casual conversation, Harry sees Severus in a brand new light. Will he be able to convince Severus to take their friendship to a whole new level?
Author's Notes: Thanks to the brilliant whitecotton for all her spectacular beta work and Brit-picking. I seriously would not have finished this if not for her. Also, I would like to say thanks to atypicalsnowman for making certain I understood exactly what was desired in a fic. Last but not least, thanks to R, B and D for allowing me to pick their brains as I ironed out the plot. The title is a line from William Shakespeare’s ‘Much Ado About Nothing.’
Mod Note: This fic was originally posted here, but because the HTML on the offsite link was defying us, we're posting this the old-fashioned way. Enjoy!
You are, no doubt, desperately trying to figure out what this old man is
up to. Unlike past gifts, the card for this one has been penned in my own
hand. I assure you that I have no Seer’s blood in me, only hope. Hope, my
child, that you will one day see Harry for who he truly is. I have made
Minerva promise to impart this gift upon you at such a time as she was
certain it would be well received.
Harry has a great many faults, one of which is allowing others to dictate
his path in life. So when the war is over—and assuming, of course, that
he has survived—he may find himself at a great loss. I am confident that
you will (or have) guided him as best as possible while allowing him to
make his own choices. As someone who shares a strikingly similar past, I
am certain that you are the best for such a task.
Before you vent your anger, realize this: I never once asked this service
of you, my friend. You did that all on your own. I suspect that in this
process, you have also found a friend; a kinship that is both undeniable
and unavoidable. I am happy for you both in that regard.
To this end, I have only one last request to make of you, and I hope you
will find the fulfilling of it well enough worth your time that my asking
it does not detract. I wish you to open this bottle of wine and share it
with our young Harry on the eve of the New Year when you receive it. Drink
to a new future, a happier future.
However, if this bottle does not find its way to you, then my heart weeps
for the loss of a friend and the man who bore many responsibilities, some
more soul-wearying than others. Should it be young Harry who is no longer
there, then you may do with this bottle as you wish. Let not the bad
memories hold you down forever, Severus.
I would have been proud to call you ‘son,’ my boy. It is one of my greatest
regrets, the injustice I did you as a young man. May you find the peace and
happiness you so greatly deserve, in this life or the next.