Jan
25.
Templum Bellonae » Harry Potter
Slash, het, and gen fanfiction recommendations // 929 stories in 44+ fandoms.
Slash, het, and gen fanfiction recommendations // 929 stories in 44+ fandoms.
Jan
25.
Followed closely by A Summer Like None Other.
Various events lead to Harry and Snape slowly developing a father-son relationship. This is quite a long and enjoyable story, and although there’s a little too much of Harry behaving like a brat, it’s no worse than the books themselves in that respect.
Coming of Age // Gen // Het // PG
Jan
25.
A series of two stories. In The Guiltless, Snape notices something about Harry that no one else does, revises his opinion about the Boy Who Lived. In The Poor of God, the two embark on a correspondence and possibly a friendship.
Both stories are pretty good, especially the second, which contains a Luna who is everything I love about her. Mostly gen, but there are a few het relationships in the end, although they’re never the focus of the story.
Jan
25.
Jul
25.
Not the story I was expecting, but amazing nonetheless. Gorgeous writing.
It’s a few years after the war, and Harry has difficulty remembering things. All kinds of things.
NC-17 // Rape // Romance // Top 100 // Underage Sex
Luckily, the slightly crappy title is the only bad thing about this story. Years after the war, Harry finds Snape working as a fry cook in a diner. That kind of makes this sound like a comedy, but it’s a lovely and perfectly serious glimpse at a possible relationship between Harry and Snape.
This is not your average fanfic. It’s a dark picture book with some extraordinary watercolours and a more thoughtful characterization of Narcissa than we ever got from J.K. Rowling. Worth reading (or just looking at) for the art alone. Gorgeous!
Extreme Violence // Gen // NC-17
Apr
30.
Sad but gorgeous.
Character Death // PG // Romance // Top 100
Author’s summary:
Harry thinks he knows how his life will go: Become an Auror. Marry Ginny. Have a family. But then he sees an advertisement in the paper that no one else can see, and his life is turned upside-down. The Broom Closet: you can be anyone you want while you’re there, but you won’t remember it in the morning.
Very nice fic, although I could have used more Harry-Draco interaction. What there was of it was great, though.
The advertisement sat innocently on the lower left corner of page six of The Daily Prophet, written in blocky text on a plain white background.
“IF YOU CAN READ THIS, YOU ARE QUEER.”
Apr
30.
This is the story of what might have happened if a babysitter with a conscience had ever looked after Harry.
Harry sighed happily. “Uncle Vernon locked me in the cupboard all weekend for that,” he murmured sleepily. “I’m glad you’re not mad.” And he dropped innocently off into sleep, unaware of the bombshell he had just thrown at her.
Locked In The Cupboard. Locked In. Locked.
Nell wanted to cry.
A little too cute for my taste, as so much kidfic is, but still pretty good.
Apr
30.
Apr
30.
The author’s summary is better than mine:
Sixteen years after he last clapped eyes on the Boy Who Lived To Be A Thorn In Draco Malfoy’s Side, Draco is filling Snape’s old shoes with aplomb. History, though, has a nasty habit of repeating itself, and Draco has his comfortable existance turned topsy-turvy with the appearance at Hogwarts of Harry’s son, who turns out to be able disrupt Draco’s life with as much competency as his father.
I really adore Wystan Potter in this story, and Draco’s relationship with him is the highlight of the story.
‘What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?’
‘I — I don’t know, sir,’ the girl stuttered.
‘That big book on your desk?’ said Draco. ‘Textbook. Please to read before showing up to my classes again.’
Behind him, he could hear Potter murmur, ‘Draught of the Living Death.’ Draco didn’t know what to be more shocked by; that Wystan had dared to speak out of turn, or that he had actually got it correct.
‘Mr Potter,’ snapped Draco. Our new celebrity. ‘Since you seem to be so keen to answer other people’s questions, tell me where I would find a bezoar?’
Wystan blanched, but didn’t hesitate. ‘In a goat’s stomach.’
Draco narrowed his eyes. ‘I find you to be quite amazingly — right, Mr Potter.’ The class murmured in admiration and a wicked thought occurred to Draco. ‘Take ten points for — Slytherin, Potter.’
Oh, revenge. Unexpected, but sweet as a Veela’s hot lips in a snowstorm.
Apr
29.
Apr
29.
And its two short sequels, Cool Has Left the Building and Estranged.
A mysterious, magical illness leads Draco to make various revealing and embarrassing confessions to Harry. Cute, and funny in places.
“Hm.” Harry peered at his aura. “That’s fascinating.” He grinned at Draco. “So, my evil is only throbbing gently now. How very… un-reassuring.”
You will not react to the word “throbbing,” Draco told himself sternly as he occupied himself writing, making a deliberate blot with his quill in order to be able to busy himself cleaning it up.
“I don’t think I like the term ‘emanation of malice’ though,” said Harry thoughtfully. “I think I prefer Aura of Malevolence. Or Pulse of Wickedness. Could you call it my Pulse of Wickedness?”
Apr
29.
Followed by two short sequels, Not Seamus’s Fault and Anniversary.
AU after OotP. Draco and Harry are forced into a magical bond. Don’t worry, though–this is cliché-fic at its best. Long, delicious, somewhat angsty, with some very believable characterization. Definitely a new favourite.
May
05.
Wow, it seems like such a long time since I’ve read any really good HP slash. And this story is awesome.
A plot by Voldemort’s forces leaves Harry without his magic, unable to defend himself from any attack. In an attempt to keep him safe, Dumbledore has him move into a London flat, with Snape as his only contact with the wizarding world.
I categorized this story as “humour”, even though it really isn’t, because I found Snape’s thoughts about Harry’s new neighbourhood hysterically funny.
Potter’s hallway resonated with the same rhythmic, primitive thumps he’d heard the week before. Perhaps it wasn’t music at all, but some sort of debased communication between the tenants. Snape stood outside the door and knocked.
There was a lengthy pause, during which he was able, to his chagrin, to make out a semblance of lyrics accompanying the din–an invitation to slump my hump, humpy hump, slump my dumpy hump, it seemed–and then, just as he was raising his hand to knock again, the door opened a crack. Potter stood behind it, eyeing him warily.
For the most part, though, the story is contemplative and a bit sad, but a wonderful read.
Jan
09.