Joined: 17 Dec 2004
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Hello, lovely SHers!
Just in time for Valentine's Day (*cough*), I invite you over to Lumos to check out my new R-rated, Slashy one-shot, called "Spy."
Summary: Four snapshots – Snape, Black, Lupin, and Pettigrew – explore the question lurking in the heart of every HP fan (or maybe just me): why did Pettigrew turn traitor in the First War, why did Black and Lupin suspect each other, and what might Snape have had to do with any of it? Warning for a complete absence of happy-fun-fun here.
Picture a stage, with a stool and a spotlight, and four actors coming out one by one to tell their side of the story...
(And no, I was joking -- badly -- about the Valentine's Day thing; don't read it if you're looking for romance.) 
Here's that link:
http://lumos.sycophanthex.com/viewstory.php?sid=1592
Teaser:
He comes to me on Wednesdays. Hidden under a cloak, so as not to be seen or recognised, he slips into the grimy back alley behind the flat I rent and waits with bated breath (or so I like to think) for me to let him in. It could not be more disgusting, the way we meet. The flat is in a run-down tenement in the very heart of the sort of district that evokes images of coal mines from centuries past, of boys with blackened faces and torn coveralls, of girls with wailing infants in each arm and drunken lovers collapsed on the stairs. It smells of smoke and oil and unwashed basins. It reeks of adultery and discarded chicken broth and unplanned pregnancies. It overpowers me with its stale air and filthy banisters and creaking wooden planks. It is sin incarnate.
The lone mattress emits a puff of ash when it is disturbed, so we usually avoid it.
It is not love, what we have, what we do – it is not romance, and it is definitely not friendship. How could it be, in this shit-hole? And make no mistake: this is no great meeting of minds, either. We fuck. That is all.
Peace,
~Snegurochka |
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