harry potter: transfigurations by resonant
Transfigurations by Resonant
The fifth stall in the men's washroom at King's Cross station had had a "Closed For Repairs" sign on the door since 1973.
It took me a little while to get into this fic, I must admit, but when I got into it, I finished the whole story in one sitting. The story itself is written in a pretty straight forwards way, with ideas and discriptions which rival JKR's own.
In other words, much amusement to be had.
The story starts with Harry returning to Britain after years in the States to teach at Hogwarts, which is opening again for the first time since the war against Voldemort ended.
I'm not sure I agree with most of the characterizations -- they're not how I see the characters -- but they work in the story, and I can see where they're coming from, so it's not an incredibly Out Of Character story at all.
What I found to be the most fascinating with this fanfic, is the other types of magic used, like voodoo, native American and Latin American. I feel like it makes the HP world more (and this will sound dumb, but) organic somehow.
Malfoy was kneeling by the girl, whose heels were drumming on the floor. "Petrificus Totalus," he said, and she fell still. He looked up at McGonagall. "Kitty, get these bloodthirsty little boggarts out of the way, will you, while I --"
McGonagall herded the students back as Malfoy began to murmur in a soft, slurred voice. Harry tensed, but then recognized the words as transfiguration spells -- Malfoy was turning the chair into a stretcher. He still pronounced his spells like a native speaker, all elisions and dropped endings. Harry's spells were perfectly functional, but compared to Malfoy, he had always felt as though he were reading the words out of a phrasebook.
The girl's eyes were still open, moving wildly, and in her arms and hands and jaw Harry could see muscles clenching against the restraint of the spell. His eyes fell on someone's boiled egg, shell still unbroken. He snatched it and knelt on the girl's other side, running it over her face and murmuring, feeling a faint tingle under his fingers. Tyndall de Soto, the Coven's specialist in Latin American magic, had taught him to pull enchantment into an egg, and apparently the spell worked even when the egg was breakfast.
He was dimly aware of Malfoy on the other side of the girl, still tapping the chair with his wand and murmuring. The stretcher began to sprout wheels, then bands to hold the girl's arms and legs. She stopped tensing just as Malfoy's last words transfigured her rather gaudy necklace into a pillow to cradle her head.
Harry put the egg in Malfoy's hand. "Tell Sofia it was boiled. She may still be able to interpret the yolk. If she hasn't done it before, I can help when we're done with crowd control."
What I see as the main plotlines in Transfigurations are Harry's estrangement from the others and the struggle to make Hogwarts safe again.
This is a Harry/Draco story, but the slash is hardly the point of it. This is an action story much more than it is a relationship story. Personally, I'm glad about that.
My favorite characters in this, are Snape and Dumbledore. No, really. They're most shiny, I promise.
There's one particular bit I really like about Draco's characterization, though.
Malfoy was turning the chair into a stretcher. He still pronounced his spells like a native speaker, all elisions and dropped endings.
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The fifth stall in the men's washroom at King's Cross station had had a "Closed For Repairs" sign on the door since 1973.
It took me a little while to get into this fic, I must admit, but when I got into it, I finished the whole story in one sitting. The story itself is written in a pretty straight forwards way, with ideas and discriptions which rival JKR's own.
In other words, much amusement to be had.
The story starts with Harry returning to Britain after years in the States to teach at Hogwarts, which is opening again for the first time since the war against Voldemort ended.
I'm not sure I agree with most of the characterizations -- they're not how I see the characters -- but they work in the story, and I can see where they're coming from, so it's not an incredibly Out Of Character story at all.
What I found to be the most fascinating with this fanfic, is the other types of magic used, like voodoo, native American and Latin American. I feel like it makes the HP world more (and this will sound dumb, but) organic somehow.
Malfoy was kneeling by the girl, whose heels were drumming on the floor. "Petrificus Totalus," he said, and she fell still. He looked up at McGonagall. "Kitty, get these bloodthirsty little boggarts out of the way, will you, while I --"
McGonagall herded the students back as Malfoy began to murmur in a soft, slurred voice. Harry tensed, but then recognized the words as transfiguration spells -- Malfoy was turning the chair into a stretcher. He still pronounced his spells like a native speaker, all elisions and dropped endings. Harry's spells were perfectly functional, but compared to Malfoy, he had always felt as though he were reading the words out of a phrasebook.
The girl's eyes were still open, moving wildly, and in her arms and hands and jaw Harry could see muscles clenching against the restraint of the spell. His eyes fell on someone's boiled egg, shell still unbroken. He snatched it and knelt on the girl's other side, running it over her face and murmuring, feeling a faint tingle under his fingers. Tyndall de Soto, the Coven's specialist in Latin American magic, had taught him to pull enchantment into an egg, and apparently the spell worked even when the egg was breakfast.
He was dimly aware of Malfoy on the other side of the girl, still tapping the chair with his wand and murmuring. The stretcher began to sprout wheels, then bands to hold the girl's arms and legs. She stopped tensing just as Malfoy's last words transfigured her rather gaudy necklace into a pillow to cradle her head.
Harry put the egg in Malfoy's hand. "Tell Sofia it was boiled. She may still be able to interpret the yolk. If she hasn't done it before, I can help when we're done with crowd control."
What I see as the main plotlines in Transfigurations are Harry's estrangement from the others and the struggle to make Hogwarts safe again.
This is a Harry/Draco story, but the slash is hardly the point of it. This is an action story much more than it is a relationship story. Personally, I'm glad about that.
My favorite characters in this, are Snape and Dumbledore. No, really. They're most shiny, I promise.
There's one particular bit I really like about Draco's characterization, though.
Malfoy was turning the chair into a stretcher. He still pronounced his spells like a native speaker, all elisions and dropped endings.
412 kb