Somewhere I Have Never Traveled by Melora98 (PG)
Title: Somewhere I Have Never Traveled
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Categories: AU (no magic!), Drama,
Length: Medium (7,695 words)
Warnings: deaf!Harry
Author on LJ: melora98
Author Website: N/A
Summary: Snape and Harry are Americans, living in Illinois. Snape is a Muggle librarian, and Harry is a deaf patron.
Review: In honor of the AU theme this month, I'm presenting what's easily the most AU fic in my large collection of favorite Snape/Harry fic. Magic is not involved in this fic in any way, shape, or form other than the ravings of an old man. Harry isn't the savior of any world, but a deaf patron in need of help researching one T. Riddle (of the Deatheaters Health & Life Insurance Co.) and Snape is the head librarian who's anything but happy to be Harry's reference guide.
Nonetheless, this fic is put together superbly despite the fact that both Harry and Snape are Americans. Snape may not appear to be in character at first glance, but you need to remind yourself that this fic is wildly AU and all of the incidents that made him so bitter, cruel, and angry never happened. That doesn't stop him from behind a sardonic pain the ass, however. ♥
Please Note: I'd like to take a moment to apologize for not having posted my rec yesterday. I've just recently started a new job and simply have been having trouble keeping up with everything. *sheepish grin*
Excerpt: He had just unlocked the front doors - precisely at nine according to his own black antique wristwatch, which he re-set every evening before bed - when a short, bundled-up person burst through the door past him, pausing only to pound his heavily-booted feet, knocking off the snow before making a beeline for the reference desk across the hall.
Severus eyed the mess on the floor, growled inwardly, and took his time walking over to the desk, his long strides slow and deliberate. Just to make the offending patron wait a bit longer, he picked up the phone and dialed maintenance to come and mop up the melting slush. It wouldn’t do to leave a puddle for someone else to slip in.
His task accomplished, he finally turned to this first patron of the day, who was surprisingly not yet rebuffed by Severus’s surly disregard. The young man had taken off his knitted maroon and yellow hat (which looked more like a bird’s nest than a hat), which left his dark hair standing up every which way as he unwound a matching knitted scarf from his face. His glasses had completely fogged up, so he brushed his fingers like windshield wipers over them, revealing vividly green eyes. The young man blinked and grinned up at Severus.
Severus realized he had been staring, mouth slightly agape, at this garish display of color blindness and cleared his throat, looking down his nose at the young man in the most intimidating way he could manage. An ISU student, no doubt. Most likely just beginning to research for a last-minute paper, just the type to demand that I do most of his work. Severus held back a sneer.
“May I help you?” he drawled, making sure his voice held just the right amount of scorn to indicate the question had better be something other than directions to the restrooms or else.
Severus frowned when no answer came. The young man, not looking quite as panicked as Severus had hoped, scrounged around in his pockets and then pushed a laminated card forward on the counter. Severus took it and his eyes widened at what he read.
‘Hello! I’m deaf,’ it said on top. The finer script proclaimed: ‘I can read lips if you speak slowly, or we can communicate by writing.’
Severus arched an eyebrow. If that ghastly hat and scarf are any indication, the kid is color-blind as well. He sighed and reached for his pen. His mind ran longingly to his co-worker, Miss Chang, who simply loved this sort of challenge. Unfortunately, she was still in Hawaii with her new husband (which reminded him that she certainly wasn’t Miss Chang any longer.) Any excuse to avoid work and leave me with double duties on short notice, the melodramatic trollop.
Somewhere I Have Never Traveled
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Categories: AU (no magic!), Drama,
Length: Medium (7,695 words)
Warnings: deaf!Harry
Author on LJ: melora98
Author Website: N/A
Summary: Snape and Harry are Americans, living in Illinois. Snape is a Muggle librarian, and Harry is a deaf patron.
Review: In honor of the AU theme this month, I'm presenting what's easily the most AU fic in my large collection of favorite Snape/Harry fic. Magic is not involved in this fic in any way, shape, or form other than the ravings of an old man. Harry isn't the savior of any world, but a deaf patron in need of help researching one T. Riddle (of the Deatheaters Health & Life Insurance Co.) and Snape is the head librarian who's anything but happy to be Harry's reference guide.
Nonetheless, this fic is put together superbly despite the fact that both Harry and Snape are Americans. Snape may not appear to be in character at first glance, but you need to remind yourself that this fic is wildly AU and all of the incidents that made him so bitter, cruel, and angry never happened. That doesn't stop him from behind a sardonic pain the ass, however. ♥
Please Note: I'd like to take a moment to apologize for not having posted my rec yesterday. I've just recently started a new job and simply have been having trouble keeping up with everything. *sheepish grin*
Excerpt: He had just unlocked the front doors - precisely at nine according to his own black antique wristwatch, which he re-set every evening before bed - when a short, bundled-up person burst through the door past him, pausing only to pound his heavily-booted feet, knocking off the snow before making a beeline for the reference desk across the hall.
Severus eyed the mess on the floor, growled inwardly, and took his time walking over to the desk, his long strides slow and deliberate. Just to make the offending patron wait a bit longer, he picked up the phone and dialed maintenance to come and mop up the melting slush. It wouldn’t do to leave a puddle for someone else to slip in.
His task accomplished, he finally turned to this first patron of the day, who was surprisingly not yet rebuffed by Severus’s surly disregard. The young man had taken off his knitted maroon and yellow hat (which looked more like a bird’s nest than a hat), which left his dark hair standing up every which way as he unwound a matching knitted scarf from his face. His glasses had completely fogged up, so he brushed his fingers like windshield wipers over them, revealing vividly green eyes. The young man blinked and grinned up at Severus.
Severus realized he had been staring, mouth slightly agape, at this garish display of color blindness and cleared his throat, looking down his nose at the young man in the most intimidating way he could manage. An ISU student, no doubt. Most likely just beginning to research for a last-minute paper, just the type to demand that I do most of his work. Severus held back a sneer.
“May I help you?” he drawled, making sure his voice held just the right amount of scorn to indicate the question had better be something other than directions to the restrooms or else.
Severus frowned when no answer came. The young man, not looking quite as panicked as Severus had hoped, scrounged around in his pockets and then pushed a laminated card forward on the counter. Severus took it and his eyes widened at what he read.
‘Hello! I’m deaf,’ it said on top. The finer script proclaimed: ‘I can read lips if you speak slowly, or we can communicate by writing.’
Severus arched an eyebrow. If that ghastly hat and scarf are any indication, the kid is color-blind as well. He sighed and reached for his pen. His mind ran longingly to his co-worker, Miss Chang, who simply loved this sort of challenge. Unfortunately, she was still in Hawaii with her new husband (which reminded him that she certainly wasn’t Miss Chang any longer.) Any excuse to avoid work and leave me with double duties on short notice, the melodramatic trollop.
Somewhere I Have Never Traveled