A hilarious, unexpected interpretation of “picture perfect”. But at the same time oddly true to the title, and therefore very sweet and moving.
My favourite picture is the one of them sitting on the bench and holding hands. After forty-something years, Harry looks at his man with as much love as decades earlier, whereas Snape seems completely stunned. Perhaps he’s contemplating their rather remarkable feat. After all, he would be the one to remember all the quirks and irritants, most of which belong to Harry, by the looks of it. *g*