Draco shivers as they pass through the doors of Azkaban- invisible, made of magic so strong it that makes his teeth rattle in his head. He tastes blood. Perhaps the blood is real. “We made our choice.” Snape’s wand presses into the small of Draco’s back, halfway between a caress and a jab. Draco can remember: trees, mud, pain- running. And here is ( Read more... )

So, here. I promised you more stuff- but this isn't original fic, it's North & South slashfic. That's right, the Victorian industrial novel. I slashed it. Thornton/Higgins. Oh yes. For those who haven't read/heard of N&S, you can read North & South by Elizabeth Gaskell online, or read the episode guides and watch clips of the BBC adaptation (not ( Read more... )