Title:
Dear EnemyAuthor:
Ginger TodgersRating:Teen and Up
Word Count: 69130
Warnings: Light Angst, Swearing
Summary: An anonymous benefactor makes a generous donation to Harry Potter's School for Squibs in exchange for a weekly letter from the Boy Who Lived. What begins as a chore soon becomes the only outlet Harry has to talk about the war, love, life, hope, redemption, his renewed obsession with a certain blonde nemesis and how he really, honestly, believes that this will be the year Puddlemere United reclaim the Quidditch League Cup.
There are also a lot of epistuar interactions between Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Pansy and, obviously, Draco. Very ..alternative and patchwork-y family structures among them all, certainly Non-Epilogue-Compliant save some names of the children
Why I loved it: The letters really channel each character's history and quirks, being sometimes so funny you need to pay attention if you are drinking/eating something. This fic has the potential to just make you laugh out loud in the most improbably moments. But it is not only hilarious, there are a lot of movie, music and other pop culture references in it. Definitely something to read over the holidays :)
Excerpt: (One of Harry's letters to "Mr. X")
Dear Mr X,
I'm missing our updates so thought I'd reinstate them.
We're all recovering from Christmas over here, it's always a bit exciting when there's a new Weasley grandchild at the table and we got two this year. Some of the highlights:
- Woken up at 6.30 am by Angelina and Lee physically restraining George from starting the fireworks display.
- Dinner lasted 12 rounds, including a spaghetti course as that's the only thing James'll eat at the minute.
- Molly caught Luna tipping a packet of Galloping Gumballs into the Yorkshire pudding batter.
- Arthur insisted on decorating the tree with the reel of VHS cassette tape Bill gave him, which turned out to vulnerable to combustion when placed in direct sunlight.
- Ron caught Hermione eating fudge behind the Christmas tree and nearly had to be sedated (she hates the stuff and only eats it when she's pregnant).
- The result of which was that Gin and I got photographed buying an emergency Preggo-Or-Neggo potion.
Well, that's it from me.
Harry