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snarrymod ([info]snarrymod) wrote in [info]snarry_games,
@ 2008-06-12 08:05:00

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Entry tags:closing, team phoenix

TEAM PHOENIX ALTERNATE STORY: Leela Cat "Riding the Beast's Back"
Nearing the very end of the Games, the mods were needing an emergency pinch for Team Phoenix. Three team members stepped up to bat, and we are pleased to present the first of two Alternate stories that did not make it into the Games for the team. Enjoy!


Title: Riding the Beast's Back
Author: Leela [info]leela_cat
Team: Phoenix
Rating/Warnings/Kinks: NC-17, drug use
Word Count: ~ 3,100
Summary: Severus is really happy with Harry. He is. He's just got this other need that being a Legilimens helps him fill.
A/N: For the [info]snarry_games mods who went above and beyond the call of duty this time around. And for [info]batdina, who tossed a brief scene back at me, fixed a couple of things and said, "Interesting idea. Now write the story."
Many thanks to my betas from Team Phoenix: [info]perverse_idyll, [info]alisanne, [info]iulia_linnea, [info]ziasudra, and [info]mistressmaraj.





Hellholes always deceive, but they are rarely as apparently idyllic as Malfoy Manor. Even in the midst of a ludicrous, refusals not accepted, Ministry-sponsored charity fundraiser. Save the Bloody Snidgets? They should have just announced that Lucius Malfoy had resumed the care and feeding of public coffers and private pockets, and been done with it.

Exasperated, I bit back a sigh and returned to tracking the faint trace of dark magic that permeated one corner of the Malfoy library. Some days I wished I'd told Kingsley where he could stuff his Unspeakable job. Some days I would rather be back to teaching imbeciles like that hapless Longbottom boy.

On second thought, that image was simply too nauseating to be contemplated. Perhaps dying on the Shrieking Shack would have been an improvement.

A slight noise from the hallway, the scuff of leather sole on Persian rug, caught my attention and I moved to stand in front of the French doors. Outside, Harry sat on the grass, beneath the twisted branches of an ancient oak tree, surrounded by a veritable sea of red and black heads - all Weasley and Potter children except for a single white-blond head almost lost in their midst. Relief slithered through me with the chill of a disillusionment charm. Unlike their fathers at the same age, Albus and Scorpius occasionally listened to me and protected each other from those who would use and abuse them.

"Do you miss it, Severus?" Lucius murmured into my ear. His whiskey-soaked breath was unpleasantly warm against my neck.

"Miss what?" I asked, distracted by the play of sunlight on Harry's greying hair; the flex of shoulder muscles under the thin, almost sheer, summer robe; the occasional bright flash when he turned his head and the sun hit his glasses just so.

"The meetings, the violence, the release, the absolute fucking high of being in control, of being out of control, of being a Death Eater."

"It's been more than twenty years, Lucius. Some of us have outgrown the bad habits of our childhood."

"Ah. Perhaps, then, your apparent ennui is merely a calm demeanour," Lucius sneered. "Although I feel compelled to note that you did not actually dismiss the possibility."

That dangerous, annoying, too bloody observant for his own good, old snake. My lips twisted into a parody of a smile as I took steps to correct his not-quite-misapprehension. "Does your limited understanding require me to speak more clearly, use words of fewer syllables? Let me be as plain as possible then, Lucius. I prefer my current life, my life with Harry, to the vagaries of a life lived according to the utterly unpredictable, completely mad whims of our former Dark Lord."

"As you say, Severus," Lucius replied. He waved his crystal tumbler at the scene outside the window, spattering a few drops on the no-doubt-priceless oriental rug. "Shall we rejoin the fray? I believe the Minister is preparing to speak."

"For a short while. And then Harry and I really must take our leave. We have plans for this evening."

"Good plans?" Lucius leered.

"Our plans." Before he could continue his interrogation, I pushed down on the handle and went outside. The black and red waves parted before me as I took up my place at Harry's side.

*

"We have plans for tonight?" Harry turned himself in my arms after we stepped out of the Floo and into our sitting room. "Not that I'm complaining, but I thought the idea was for us to spend tonight alone, in bed."

"Does that not count as a plan?" I slid my hand into Harry's hair, cupping his nape. The kiss that I intended to be chaste, gentle, deepened into passion when Harry licked my lips. Need rose up and swamped me. I tightened my grip, drew him closer, until barely a molecule separated us.

Harry's mouth tasted of coffee and cream cakes. Sugar and cream and something else that I've never been able to identify, that I've only ever tasted on Harry. I sucked his lower lip into my mouth, swiping the slightly rough texture with my tongue, pressing my teeth into the dents left when he last chewed his lip. He moaned and I slid a hand down and clamped it onto his bum, pulling his groin against mine, his lovely, hard cock against my own needy length. I pressed a finger against his hole, pushing through the layers of cloth until he shuddered and undulated between my cock and my finger.

A harder bite to Harry's lip pulled away a loose shred of skin. The taste of his blood sent a jolt straight to my groin. I wanted to slam Harry against the wall right then and there. Even the seconds or minutes needed to extract my wand and prepare him with a spell would have taken too long, been too fucking gentle.

Damn. I forced myself to lick instead of bite, to ease my grip to merely bruising. Lucius, may his twisted soul never find the peace he denies others, had been as right as he'd been wrong. But I refused to allow that need to control me. Not in that moment. Never with Harry.

"Bed," I muttered and Harry whimpered his agreement.

We stumbled our way through the house and up the stairs. Our shoes clattered against the polished wooden floors, caught on the rug in the upper hall. As soon as we crossed the threshold of our bedroom, Harry banished our clothes to the armchair in the corner. For once, I wasn't bothered by the crumpled heap of cloth. His skin, his chest, his cock, his mouth. Hot and damp and… fuck I had to have him. Right then.

I grabbed his bum again, lifted him up against me. He balanced on one leg. The other came up around my waist, foot anchored against my arm, shoving my finger deeper into his cleft, against his puckered hole.

The tip of my finger was just barely inside him. I pressed and released, again and again, avoiding a discernable rhythm, refusing to push in completely. Releasing his lips, I mouthed his jaw. Spelled against stubble, the skin was maddeningly smooth.

His cock frotted against mine. His hips jerked back and forth as he attempted to impale himself on my finger. I crushed him against me, preventing him from moving without my permission.

"Please, oh, please," Harry's head fell back and he began to babble. "Let me. Oh, Merlin, I..."

Not wanting to hear about his desires, I captured his mouth again, attacked it with my tongue, and prevented him from speaking. And still noises came from him. Greedy, needy sounds that compelled me to claim him.

I pivoted on one foot, adjusted my balance slightly, and landed us on the bed. The surface flexed under our weight. Taking advantage of every single one of the three inches that I had on Harry, I pinned him into place beneath me with hands and elbows, thighs, knees, and feet. A grind of my hips and he was babbling again, writhing, begging, pleading, calling me names that I do not countenance under any other circumstances.

"Be still," I snarled, emphasising my instructions with a twist of his left nipple. A flick of my wrist brought the lube skimming into my free hand.

"God, yes," Harry moaned and extended his arms outward, gripping the thick quilt to hold himself in place.

To reward him, I rubbed my cheek against the other nipple, using my stubbled chin to bring it to the perfect shade of red. I traced the whorls of dark hair on his chest with my tongue, then I shifted position and licked my way down the narrowing trail, stabbing into his belly button on the way past.

His cock was gorgeous. Red-tipped, uncut, erect. Weeping pre-come from the slit, bouncing with every touch of my tongue across his pelvis. His taste, his smell, they were like the earthy promise of Felix Felicis, like home, like sanctuary. It wasn't possible to get enough of him. And with that pleasant thought, I suckled the tip briefly and moved on to nuzzle and nip at his bollocks and his inner thighs, ignoring the wanton ache in my throat.

Harry whined. But he did not move. When I looked up, he met my eyes. Green gazing into black -- the same colours that my fingers and elbows, knees and feet had bruised into his skin. Proof, however fleeting, that he belonged to me.

"My Harry," I growled and flipped my long plait of hair over my shoulder. Slicking up my hand and my cock, I indulged him with a minimum of preparation. Then one swift stroke buried me bollocks-deep inside him. His prostate grazed the head of my cock, sending shockwaves through me.

"Merlin, Severus." Arching upward, Harry lost the battle to remain still.

Whatever control I'd regained was gone. I bent over him, forcing his knees to his chest as I rested my weight on one hand and clutched his hair with the other. Snapping my hips forward, I slammed in and out of him. Again and again. I could hear my breath rasping in my throat, feel him struggle to meet my strokes, to move beneath me. I pumped in and out. Faster, harder. Not wanting to think, to feel. Just wanting to be inside him, to own him.

I clamped my mouth onto the hollow of his collarbone, sucking, tasting, shoved that one impossible bit deeper inside him. And I came and came. Fireworks flaring behind closed eyelids. Heart pounding. Muscles trembling. Cock pulsing and pulsing. Giving him everything I had, everything I was.

Afterwards, holding his abused body as gently as I was able, I silently acknowledged that I was his as much as he was mine.

"I can never decide if Lucius is a good influence on you or not." Harry stretched and then curled into my side, nestling his head on my shoulder, flinging an arm across my chest, wrapping a leg around mine.

"Does it matter?"

"Not really. The sex is always brilliant." Harry hesitated briefly. "Although I'm going to need one of your massages tomorrow. With bruise salve more than likely."

"Always," I vowed, because I could not promise that it wouldn't happen again. I honestly wished that it was enough. That the other craving, the one I never allowed Harry to fulfil, had not surged through me already.

I distracted myself by carding my fingers through the wild tumble of his hair while he told me about the party and the antics of the Potter/Malfoy/Weasley children. I was relieved to learn that his three and Scorpius were going home with Draco and Ginny, keeping them all safe from Lucius until the next time their grandfather required their presence.

Eventually, his words were interrupted more and more frequently by yawns. Taking advantage of the distraction, I disentangled myself and headed for the kitchen. Tea for both of us was just the thing. The hot drink wouldn't distract me from the itching under my skin, but it would take me one step closer to gratification.

Back in the bedroom, I leant back against the headboard and watched Harry drink his tea. The tasteless sleeping potion I'd developed for Voldemort acted fast. Within minutes, he was settling down to sleep. I spooned against his back, my arm on top of the covers. When Harry's breathing became deep and regular and I was absolutely sure he was sleeping, I slipped out of bed.

My office was cold and dark. A wave of my wand took care of the latter. I was not there long enough for the chill to become a concern. I required but a few minutes to change into the ratty Muggle clothing I kept locked in my office. Then, I sealed the Floo and set my usual wards. Silencing charms ensured that no sound, not even the crack of apparition, could be heard beyond the door. An alarm connected to my commitment band ensured that I would know immediately if Harry - or anyone else - came looking for me.

Fighting my desire to hurry up, my yearning to be gone, I sat down in the worn, soft leather chair behind my desk and pulled out my current set of notes, my potions journal, a quill and ink. I traced the quill down to the last entry and then added another notation. Setting the quill down, I stood up and moved to the centre of the room. This last had always proved unnecessary, but if Harry tripped my alarm, this notation would be proof that I had been working on my book.

Now I could leave.

*

The furniture was old and worn, but the room itself was clean and came with its own bathroom. No cracks in the walls, no exposed pipes, and no insects crawling around. Gingerly, I used two fingers to pull back the dingy counterpane and examined the sheets. Not exactly whiter than white, although the faint smell of bleach was reassuring. Vaguely dissatisfied, I secured my plaited hair under my clothing and, trembling hands deep in my pockets, I gripped my wand. Careful movements and a few muttered words ensured that the bed was as uninfested as possible.

That didn't make the prospect any more enticing. For the ten thousandth time, I tried to convince myself that I didn't need this. That I should go home to Harry and our warm, clean bed. That I did not need this to close the yawning chasm in my soul.

The chasm merely laughed back.

Grimacing, I settled on top of the bed, leaned back against the headboard, and crossed my legs at the ankle. I always tried to touch as little as possible but, as with the other times I'd been in this or similar rooms, I would have to disinfect these clothes afterwards to erase the never-forgotten stench of poverty and despair.

"All right then?" Patrick something or other, sat at the bottom of the bed, scratching at the rash of red pimples on the right side of his jaw under his brown, stubbly beard. The Muggle addict was almost skeletal. Sweat sheened his pasty skin. Frequent washing had faded his long-sleeved t-shirt, pants, and socks into an indeterminate greyish-blue. His knobbly legs were bare, trousers dropped on the floor by the bed. I had chosen him because he was nothing like my Harry, and because he wanted the money too badly to ask what I was doing there.

I nodded. Then, realising that Patrick was waiting for a verbal response, I pursed my lips and said, "Adequate."

"Good. Good." Patrick rubbed his hands together and gestured at the paraphernalia laid out next to him on a thin towel. "Your money was well spent today. Lefkol had the good shit."

"Then proceed," I snapped.

"Yeah. I'll just do that then."

I nodded again, then triple-checked the wards I'd set on this room. Locking, silencing, privacy. They would give me sufficient warning to obliviate this idiot and disapparate if anyone attempted to enter.

"Even got a new sharp this time 'cos the exchange van stopped right by my corner last night." Patrick always talked while he got everything ready, but I considered it a small price to pay. "Still an' all, it doesn't hurt to make sure, does it?"

A flick of the wand in my pocket sent a cleansing charm that sterilised the needle and spoon far better than the fumbling attempts of this careless Muggle.

Licking his chapped lips, Patrick transferred some of the brown powder from the balloon to the bent spoon. "It's just tap water, but better than alley puddles."

I bit down on my instinctive response. Telling the imbecile to hurry up would accomplish nothing, would not produce what I needed any faster. His babbling was tedious, but part of the ritual nonetheless.

Patrick held the spoon up and positioned the lighter beneath. Shaking hands betrayed his addiction. A swift click and the drug started to cook. "Doing better this time, I am. No chance of blistering my finger on the flame."

My nostrils flared to catch the harsh, sweet scent of promises fulfilled as the powder dissolved into the water.

"It's good, that. Check out that colour." Licking his chapped lips yet again, Patrick drew the milky liquid into the needle through a wad of cotton. He laid the sharp back down on the towel, needing both hands free to tie the worn yellow tubing around his left thigh. Heedless of the discoloured bruises, he tapped the skin hard, again and again.

The rhythm was hypnotic. My lips parted, my eyes glazed slightly, as I watched. I clenched my hands into fists, schooling myself to patience, forcing myself not to kneel forward, not to make this happen faster.

When the vein finally bumped up, Patrick picked up the needle and tested for bubbles. A quick inspection and he finally jabbed the fucking thing into his flesh. Once, twice, four times before he found vein instead of muscle, until blood mixed with the drug when he brought the plunger back. He looked up, smiling. "I'm about ready. You all set?"

"Yes," I hissed with relief.

"Let's go then." Patrick depressed the plunger, dropping the needle and tubing on the floor as soon as it was done.

I stared deeply into his brown eyes. His pupils were blown wide-open, welcoming my invasion. I didn't need my hidden wand for this spell, my own special variant. "Legilimens Sensus."

A kaleidoscope of images flashed past, tumbling, spinning. Words abandoned me as the liquid fire racing through Patrick's body, the numbing rush hit. My mind, my body flew with his.

*

Harry was sprawled on his stomach when I returned to our bedroom. His face was turned sideways and buried in a pillow. His hand reached across my side of the bed, palm upward, fingers slightly bent.

I clasped his hand, raised it to my lips, and kissed it. Harry mumbled something nonsensical, and his fingers curled around mine. I slid under the covers and drew him into my arms, trying not to wake him fully.

"Missed you," he whispered into my ribs. "Sleep now."

"But of course," I said, wrapping my arms around him, dipping my nose into his unruly hair and breathing in his scent.

Do you see, I told the memory of Lucius, that mocking voice in my head. The rest is merely transitory, a passing diversion.

This is what matters.

- end





Thank you [info]leela_cat!

Stay tuned for another fic, something fun from Team Dragon, and more! We have our results, and it won't be long now. ♥


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[info]torino10154
2008-06-12 05:49 pm UTC (link)
What a positively trippy way to use Legilimency! In all seriousness, what an interesting story-set so many years later, Lucius and the profound effect he has on Severus, and of course the secret. I really was surprised at how he's just as addicted and yet not actually using-ingenious really. Well done.

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[info]effie_chan
2008-06-12 07:41 pm UTC (link)
Yeah, this is so cool. That's what I love about magic in the Potterverse. It can be used for absolutely everything if you're ingenious enough. Using drugs without actually using them and thus without the nasty side-effects. So clever.

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(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-06-13 01:27 am UTC

[info]leela_cat
2008-06-13 01:25 am UTC (link)
Thank you. This was one of those ideas that just grabbed hold of me and wouldn't let me go. Because, of course, you can be addicted to something without the chemical dependency.

I expect at some point there will be a reckoning for Severus... with Harry leading the charge.

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(no subject) - [info]violet_star7, 2008-06-21 11:23 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-06-22 04:42 am UTC

[info]darkrhiannon
2008-06-12 07:03 pm UTC (link)
Brilliant. Great use of magic and muggle mixed and so IC!

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[info]leela_cat
2008-06-13 01:28 am UTC (link)
Thank you very much. I'm so happy you liked it.

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[info]ships_harry
2008-06-12 07:07 pm UTC (link)
That's an absolutely excellent idea! It makes me wonder what the addictive possibilities are for vicarious heroin use - there won't be any of the physical effects from the actual drug, but would his brain get hooked on the pattern of it? Just experiencing it would surely give him some kind of chemical response. So fascinating :). I don't believe I've ever seen this concept before.

Gorgeously done, too. Love the details all through the story, and Severus' ongoing association with Lucius. In terms of the relationship focus, this seemed more like a Severus-and-Lucius story or a Severus piece, but that last paragraph brings it back to Snarry :).

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[info]leela_cat
2008-06-13 01:31 am UTC (link)
Thank you.

I think his brain would get hooked on the experience of the drug. He is getting the high, after all, and that's got to do something to his brain. OTOH, it could also have some interesting side effects on his magic, since he's using a spell to ride-along on the high.

I didn't think of this as a Severus and Lucius story when I was writing it. It's definitely a Snarry in my mind -- with a Severus who is still trying to keep his balance between two worlds. He's just doing it to himself this time, instead of allowing two masters to do it to him.

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[info]svartalfur
2008-06-12 07:14 pm UTC (link)
What a fascinating idea. It's chilling to see how much influence Severus's past still has on him, from the person of Lucius to Voldemort's tea. And still I think that the relationship with Harry is a good thing. I wonder how much Harry knows ... Great fic, makes me think a lot!

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(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-06-13 01:34 am UTC

[info]plantinshadows
2008-06-12 07:53 pm UTC (link)
oh wow, sustaining a drug addiction through legilemency, though he really should do something about the withdrawalsyndrome.
I loved the intensity of this fic, but although snape seems to really care about harry, there's this sense of doom...like you know that this will end badly.

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(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-06-13 01:36 am UTC

[info]shiv5468
2008-06-12 08:26 pm UTC (link)
Oh I did like that - something to replace the addiction of Death Eater but still being in control.

It's an intriguing idea.

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(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-06-13 01:37 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]iulia_linnea, 2008-06-13 11:02 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-06-16 02:34 pm UTC

[info]jean_c_pepper
2008-06-12 10:06 pm UTC (link)
That was just....gah.... I think I am going to have to do a reread. What an amazing fic.

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(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-06-13 01:38 am UTC

[info]snarry_fan7
2008-06-13 01:39 am UTC (link)
Excellent and interesting work! I too like the mixing of the two worlds and how in character Severus is.~Sophia

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(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-06-13 01:41 am UTC

[info]shyfoxling
2008-06-13 03:16 am UTC (link)
"My Harry," I growled and flipped my long plait of hair over my shoulder.

mmmm Severus with hair long enough to wear in a a "long plait" mmmm*drool*

"Legilimens Sensus."

A kaleidoscope of images flashed past, tumbling, spinning. Words abandoned me as the liquid fire racing through Patrick's body, the numbing rush hit. My mind, my body flew with his.


Ooooh, nice. I have a big kink for certain kinds of drug use in fic, I dunno why. My favourites are opium and marijuana and I usually shy away from heroin, but this was unique. I think it's about the only way I could ever see Severus getting into somethign like this.

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(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-06-13 02:19 pm UTC

[info]simons_flower
2008-06-13 05:24 am UTC (link)
Oh wow, that's amazingly different. It makes me want to know so many things -- how Harry and Snape ended up together, how Lucius ended up where he did, etc. -- but the ending is enough to blow me away.

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(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-06-13 02:24 pm UTC

[info]centaury_squill
2008-06-13 10:19 am UTC (link)
Fascinating and rather chilling glimpse of mental, rather than physical, addiction. If Severus thinks it's merely transitory, a passing diversion he's fooling himself. Let's hope Harry is a strong enough anchor for him.

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(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-06-13 02:26 pm UTC

[info]cordelia_v
2008-06-13 11:49 am UTC (link)
Really clever and original story concept, Leela! And I love how you show the addiction progressively distorting Snape's thinking. For an addict, it's all driven by the need to get his hands on the substance he craves, and you convey that mindset very effectively here.

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(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-06-13 02:29 pm UTC

[info]galad222000
2008-06-14 02:31 am UTC (link)
What a unique and unusual use of legilimancy. Quite mesmerizing and so in character of SS - not really knowing the extent of his addiction to the sensations of Patrick. Very well done. CB

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(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-06-15 06:46 pm UTC

[info]ensnarryed
2008-06-14 09:13 am UTC (link)
*squeals*

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP SNARRY!

...I really like how you said, "Severus is really happy with Harry." I am sitting her with a stupid happy smile on my face, nearly giggling. Funny how one well-said notion does that for me... (oh, and Sleeping Prince by who_la_hoop, GO TEAM DRAGON!)

So thank you for adding to my kink! All your effors are squealed over appreciated.

:)

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(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-06-15 06:51 pm UTC

[info]abigail89
2008-06-14 05:48 pm UTC (link)
I liked this when we were looking for pinch-hitters, and I still do. This is marvelous and just a little disturbing. Two fics for the Phoenixes! Well done, teammate!

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(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-06-15 06:51 pm UTC

[info]alisanne
2008-06-14 09:28 pm UTC (link)
Such a unique fic, hon. As worries as I was for Severus in it, I was thrilled to see that he clearly adores Harry. It's an odd mix of fluff and angst, quite appealing. ;)
Great job! *waves Team Phoenix pompoms*

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(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-06-15 06:54 pm UTC

[info]maelwaedd
2008-06-15 12:19 am UTC (link)
Wow. I really want to read a resolution to this. Poor, trusting Harry.

Now I've got this fic whirling through my mind, and the weirdest thing: I wonder what the ethics are of being addicted to something through another person. I imagine Patrick was an addict first, but I'm just trying to imagine what kind of power Severus has over him to make Patrick wait for Severus before his hit. Obviously he's buying it, but I wonder what else he's got over him to have got it to this point. (And why Severus can't bring him a bloody sandwich...)

What a thinker. :) Excellent story, thank you for this!

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(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-06-15 07:00 pm UTC

[info]who_la_hoop
2008-06-16 05:26 pm UTC (link)
"Do you miss it, Severus?" Lucius murmured into my ear. His whiskey-soaked breath was unpleasantly warm against my neck.

"Miss what?" I asked, distracted by the play of sunlight on Harry's greying hair; the flex of shoulder muscles under the thin, almost sheer, summer robe; the occasional bright flash when he turned his head and the sun hit his glasses just so.

"The meetings, the violence, the release, the absolute fucking high of being in control, of being out of control, of being a Death Eater."


Quotes a chunk of your story back at you :D This, in my opinion, completely and totally sums up Lucius. It completely blew me away. I now have a terrible urge to write fic about Lucius, for which I blame you entirely! *grins*

There's something really grim and tawdry about this fic (er, in a good way!). I think it's the complete and total contrast between the passion in the Harry/Snape scene – which is bone-deep and entirely believable – and the horror of the drug-taking scene. My heart was thumping uncomfortably when Snape was with Patrick – I had a sudden awful feeling that he was a prostitute, but the drug taking (such an original idea) was almost worse. Severus is so delusional – addicted to his own darkness, almost – that he seeks the out-of-control rush of the drug, even though he has his own source of happiness waiting for him at home.

I'm not sure whether I enjoyed your fic very much – it's too painful, I think, and taps into too many real-life, hurt-y places (not personal ones, especially, but there's just something very real and awful about Severus' situation and the way he feels) – but it's really impressive. I've read it several times already, it's just so compelling.

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(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-06-16 06:12 pm UTC
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[info]verdenia
2008-07-02 06:42 am UTC (link)
Wow, intense! Really interesting, such a neat take on what Sev can do to feed the darkness inside him.

Awesome.

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(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-07-02 08:32 pm UTC

[info]mac_tunes
2008-07-03 08:16 am UTC (link)
gosh! it almost sounds like infidelity :p but I forgot that you mentioned "Drug use". *embarassed* the idea of looking into another person who is drugged.. well, does this means he's also a drug addict? :p I thought that Harry would be drug enough for him, guess not. Snape wants power.... Thanks~ you got me thinking, thinking.... is that bad or good?

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(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-07-04 06:39 pm UTC

[info]snarry_reader
2008-07-17 04:51 am UTC (link)

Just a quick comment to let you know that we've added this story to the [info]snarry_reader on our Master List here.

If you'd like us to make any changes to the link, please let us know.

Thanks,
Gaycrow, on behalf of the Reader.

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(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-07-17 01:22 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]leela_cat, 2008-07-21 09:48 pm UTC
Done. - [info]snarry_reader, 2008-07-25 07:50 pm UTC
Re: Done. - [info]leela_cat, 2008-07-25 07:52 pm UTC


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