Epilogue 2: Sunlight and Weeds by ls269, literature
Literature
Epilogue 2: Sunlight and Weeds
The former owner of the cloak was four hundred miles away, grazing in a moonlit meadow, and trying to look innocent.
James liked being a stag. True, his neck always ached the next day, from supporting those antlers, but it was worth it for the sheer, wonderful simplicity of perspective.
It was like being on a broomstick. All the fears, hang-ups and heart-breaks slid off his back like an unfastened cloak, and suddenly there were just the basic principles of the chase. No 'wrong', no 'unfair' just speed, and a silent contest to be the master of it.
These moments were so uncomplicated. He didn't have to worry about the background thud
Epilogue 1: Statistically Significant by ls269, literature
Literature
Epilogue 1: Statistically Significant
They called her Cinders, because that was where she was generally found. In the ashes of battle while the ground was still smoking she crept about without a sound, sorting the living from the dead, muttering incantations, doling out potions, taking the pain away.
Nobody really knew what she looked like. Most of the time, all you saw was a lit wand, or a soothing hand in the darkness. Some people said she was a whole team of Healers, because everyone who saw her gave a different description. Sometimes, she was Scottish; sometimes, she was Asian; sometimes she was an old woman; sometimes she was a twelve-year-old girl. Her nose w
The Slytherin common-room hadn't changed a bit. All the strange happenings and million-to-one chances that had been battering Severus over the past few days had left this room and its dreary inhabitants completely untouched.
How was it possible that they could still be here, gossiping, eating chocolate frogs, and playing noughts-and-crosses, when he had watched the Boggart die when he'd met Salazar Slytherin when he'd been tortured, beaten, traumatized, and then put back together in the Garden of Eden by tender, eager, beloved hands? How could the students in the Slytherin common-room be going about their business as though not
Instant, Earnest, Breathless Believer by ls269, literature
Literature
Instant, Earnest, Breathless Believer
There was never going to be a time to sit back and marvel at all the impossible things he'd done and all the hopeless situations he'd lived through. There were too many more of them queuing up to ambush him. So he learned to marvel on the go. He'd never had much to marvel at before, but he was a quick-study and a natural multi-tasker. You didn't stay alive in Spinner's End by dwelling on one thing for too long. He'd seen what that kind of thing had done to his mother. If you wanted to stay alive in Spinner's End as opposed to undead in Spinner's End you kept your thoughts moving.
Voldemort had moved his headquarters to Rodolphu
Mrs Fearless Pure-blood Gryffindor by ls269, literature
Literature
Mrs Fearless Pure-blood Gryffindor
O-kaaay, thought Severus slowly, reaching out towards the tree-trunk to steady himself. The important thing now was to not think. Don't follow any of the horrific trains of thought that have suddenly opened up in front of you. Don't consider what this means for the future, and don't imagine her running into Potter as she hurries through the corridors, looking for some shred of hope or comfort
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
He slid down the tree-trunk into a sitting position, and stared up at the branches, hardly daring to blink in case it provided an opportunity for his imagination to spring into action. He had to dodge all the dep
The scene dissolved and then re-formed but re-formed with such a different texture and tone that, at first, Severus thought he'd wandered into somebody else's memories. Before, the colours had been over-bright and slightly chaotic it had been just the way Severus imagined Lily saw the world bursting with so much light and freshness that it left you permanently, but happily, on edge.
But now he and Lily were standing in a blue-black nursery. It was daytime, but everything seemed unnaturally darkened, as though they were underwater. And, in the centre of the room so central, in fact, that it seemed to have its own g
They went down to the beech tree beside the lake, and watched the castle cast its huge, sloping shadow over the Hogwarts grounds. It seemed ominous to Severus, but Lily had dragged him out there, and he didn't have the heart to resist her. He had so much bad news to deliver that it seemed only fair to let her pick the actual location in which it was done.
In the end because he didn't want any interruptions, and because it seemed like a familiar, comforting situation he perched an open book on his lap and told her to pretend he was reading to her. This turned out to be a bad idea in terms of the interruptions, because she could
On his way back to the Hospital Wing, Severus decided that his words, his face his sheer existence would aggravate Madam Pomfrey too much for any conversation between them to get past the greetings stage. She had seen him standing beside Voldemort when he killed Moribund Prince not exactly cheering him on, but certainly not making any attempt to stop him, either. And Merlin knew what the Boggart-Lily had told her about him.
No, he would have to show her what he knew, and ensure that he was a long way away when she saw it.
Fortunately, he could give her a memory in which he didn't even speak although all the quali
Sarah Mitchell the best St Mungo's could spare was an unlikely-looking Healer. To begin with, her robes were so over-sized that it looked as though they'd been poured over her from above and allowed to pool around her ankles. She also had glasses, freckles, and the kind of bright, chipper, overly-familiar manner that would make any injured person wince. Severus suspected she was one of those healers who would make up cutesy names for your intimate areas, and tell you you didn't have anything she hadn't seen before, as though that was your concern.
Still, the sight of her seemed to delight Lily, because she followed the girl aro
Severus headed for the staff room, his mind buzzing with the kind of paranoid, repetitive thoughts you get when you've been through thirty-six hours of continuous consciousness masquerading as sleep. He was too exhausted to walk in a straight line, but the thought of lying down filled him with cold dread, because he never wanted to fall asleep again.
Now he was tired with no outlet except answers. He couldn't look forward to rest, but he could look forward to finding out what the hell was going on.
Unfortunately, there would be moments in the not-too-distant future, although he would put them off as long as he bloody could whe
Epilogue 2: Sunlight and Weeds by ls269, literature
Literature
Epilogue 2: Sunlight and Weeds
The former owner of the cloak was four hundred miles away, grazing in a moonlit meadow, and trying to look innocent.
James liked being a stag. True, his neck always ached the next day, from supporting those antlers, but it was worth it for the sheer, wonderful simplicity of perspective.
It was like being on a broomstick. All the fears, hang-ups and heart-breaks slid off his back like an unfastened cloak, and suddenly there were just the basic principles of the chase. No 'wrong', no 'unfair' just speed, and a silent contest to be the master of it.
These moments were so uncomplicated. He didn't have to worry about the background thud
Epilogue 1: Statistically Significant by ls269, literature
Literature
Epilogue 1: Statistically Significant
They called her Cinders, because that was where she was generally found. In the ashes of battle while the ground was still smoking she crept about without a sound, sorting the living from the dead, muttering incantations, doling out potions, taking the pain away.
Nobody really knew what she looked like. Most of the time, all you saw was a lit wand, or a soothing hand in the darkness. Some people said she was a whole team of Healers, because everyone who saw her gave a different description. Sometimes, she was Scottish; sometimes, she was Asian; sometimes she was an old woman; sometimes she was a twelve-year-old girl. Her nose w
The Slytherin common-room hadn't changed a bit. All the strange happenings and million-to-one chances that had been battering Severus over the past few days had left this room and its dreary inhabitants completely untouched.
How was it possible that they could still be here, gossiping, eating chocolate frogs, and playing noughts-and-crosses, when he had watched the Boggart die when he'd met Salazar Slytherin when he'd been tortured, beaten, traumatized, and then put back together in the Garden of Eden by tender, eager, beloved hands? How could the students in the Slytherin common-room be going about their business as though not
Instant, Earnest, Breathless Believer by ls269, literature
Literature
Instant, Earnest, Breathless Believer
There was never going to be a time to sit back and marvel at all the impossible things he'd done and all the hopeless situations he'd lived through. There were too many more of them queuing up to ambush him. So he learned to marvel on the go. He'd never had much to marvel at before, but he was a quick-study and a natural multi-tasker. You didn't stay alive in Spinner's End by dwelling on one thing for too long. He'd seen what that kind of thing had done to his mother. If you wanted to stay alive in Spinner's End as opposed to undead in Spinner's End you kept your thoughts moving.
Voldemort had moved his headquarters to Rodolphu
Mrs Fearless Pure-blood Gryffindor by ls269, literature
Literature
Mrs Fearless Pure-blood Gryffindor
O-kaaay, thought Severus slowly, reaching out towards the tree-trunk to steady himself. The important thing now was to not think. Don't follow any of the horrific trains of thought that have suddenly opened up in front of you. Don't consider what this means for the future, and don't imagine her running into Potter as she hurries through the corridors, looking for some shred of hope or comfort
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
He slid down the tree-trunk into a sitting position, and stared up at the branches, hardly daring to blink in case it provided an opportunity for his imagination to spring into action. He had to dodge all the dep
The scene dissolved and then re-formed but re-formed with such a different texture and tone that, at first, Severus thought he'd wandered into somebody else's memories. Before, the colours had been over-bright and slightly chaotic it had been just the way Severus imagined Lily saw the world bursting with so much light and freshness that it left you permanently, but happily, on edge.
But now he and Lily were standing in a blue-black nursery. It was daytime, but everything seemed unnaturally darkened, as though they were underwater. And, in the centre of the room so central, in fact, that it seemed to have its own g
They went down to the beech tree beside the lake, and watched the castle cast its huge, sloping shadow over the Hogwarts grounds. It seemed ominous to Severus, but Lily had dragged him out there, and he didn't have the heart to resist her. He had so much bad news to deliver that it seemed only fair to let her pick the actual location in which it was done.
In the end because he didn't want any interruptions, and because it seemed like a familiar, comforting situation he perched an open book on his lap and told her to pretend he was reading to her. This turned out to be a bad idea in terms of the interruptions, because she could
On his way back to the Hospital Wing, Severus decided that his words, his face his sheer existence would aggravate Madam Pomfrey too much for any conversation between them to get past the greetings stage. She had seen him standing beside Voldemort when he killed Moribund Prince not exactly cheering him on, but certainly not making any attempt to stop him, either. And Merlin knew what the Boggart-Lily had told her about him.
No, he would have to show her what he knew, and ensure that he was a long way away when she saw it.
Fortunately, he could give her a memory in which he didn't even speak although all the quali
Sarah Mitchell the best St Mungo's could spare was an unlikely-looking Healer. To begin with, her robes were so over-sized that it looked as though they'd been poured over her from above and allowed to pool around her ankles. She also had glasses, freckles, and the kind of bright, chipper, overly-familiar manner that would make any injured person wince. Severus suspected she was one of those healers who would make up cutesy names for your intimate areas, and tell you you didn't have anything she hadn't seen before, as though that was your concern.
Still, the sight of her seemed to delight Lily, because she followed the girl aro
Severus headed for the staff room, his mind buzzing with the kind of paranoid, repetitive thoughts you get when you've been through thirty-six hours of continuous consciousness masquerading as sleep. He was too exhausted to walk in a straight line, but the thought of lying down filled him with cold dread, because he never wanted to fall asleep again.
Now he was tired with no outlet except answers. He couldn't look forward to rest, but he could look forward to finding out what the hell was going on.
Unfortunately, there would be moments in the not-too-distant future, although he would put them off as long as he bloody could whe
A Most Unwelcome Encounter by RightonShootingStar, literature
Literature
A Most Unwelcome Encounter
She was sure it was him. That greasy hair, those black eyes, that unfathomable aura that surrounded him. No mistake, it was that awful boy; once again intruding on the fringes of her perfectly normal life, only now a full grown man and even more foreboding than before.
She had thought she had glimpsed him lingering amongst the apples from across the way, where she had stopped dead in her tracks, her eagle eyes peering sharply at the figure from behind a bundle of carrots. But the figure had whipped around the corner a split second later, disappearing from view as if only a phantom.
'It couldn't be him' she shook her head, bringing her eyes
Sympathetic Magic can also be found on fanfiction.net (although not all the chapters are up yet) here: www.fanfiction.net/~ls269 And on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7953760/chapters/18189718 Here is the order of chapters: All Is Full of Love ls269.deviantart.com/art/All-i… The Best of Both Worlds ls269.deviantart.com/art/The-B… The Vinculus Charm ls269.deviantart.com/art/The-V… The Hypocritic Oath ls269.deviantart.com/art/The-H… The Last Night ls269.deviantart.com/art/The-L… Vengeance ls269.deviantart.com/art/Venge… Meg and Guillotine ls269.deviantart.com/art/Meg-a… The Slytherin Common Room ls269.deviantart.com/art/The-S… Hemlock and Vanilla ls269.deviantart.com/art/Hemlo… Knockturn Alley ls269.deviantart.com/art/Knock… Desconfianza ls269.deviantart.com/art/Desco… Flesh Wounds + Flesh Memories ls269.deviantart.com/art/Flesh… Blue Satin ls269.deviantart.com/art/Blue-… Spilt Milk, Part One ls269.deviantart.com/art/Spilt… Spilt Milk, Part Two
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Sympathetic Magic can also be found on fanfiction.net (although not all the chapters are up yet) here: http://www.fanfiction.net/~ls269
Here is the order of chapters:
All Is Full of Love https://ls269.deviantart.com/art/All-is-Full-of-Love-85632095
The Best of Both Worlds https://ls269.deviantart.com/art/The-Best-of-Both-Worlds-86466124
The Vinculus Charm https://ls269.deviantart.com/art/The-Vinculus-Charm-68816191
The Hypocritic Oath https://ls269.deviantart.com/art/The-Hypocritic-Oath-97090990
The Last Night https://ls269.deviantart.com/art/The-Last-Night-69714521
Vengeance https://ls269.deviantart.com/art/Vengeanc
Hello, lovely watchers. First journal post for a long time, and not sure how DA works anymore, so not sure what this will do! The font-size of this disclaimer seems alarmingly big... https://www.deviantart.com/ls269/journal/The-Worst-of-Times-689883777
so it's been years since I first discovered and read Sympathetic Magic, and it seems like you're not on dA much anymore, but I think I should tell you that I'm going through all the HP books again and my favorite thing is interepreting everything Snape does as an extension of the way you characterize Severus. because it is SO. SPOT. ON. everything Snape does makes perfect sense from your Sev's narration and it's a joy.
It's been such a long time since I ventured on this site that I completely forgot the birthday of my favorite writer. Please pardon my boorishness and absentmindedness. I hope that you will accept this belated "Happy Birthday" and best wishes.
As an aside, congratulations as well on the addition to your family; may he have the prose of his mother.