Paper Dreams Part I
Author: i_octopus
Title: Paper Dreams
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: LL/SS
Strange Brew Prompt: Prompt 7: Mr Ollivander holds a grudge for events that occurred while in Deatheater custody, and will not sell Snape a wand to replace one he broke in the Final Battle. Luna has a hobby making interesting wands... maybe she can help?
Warnings: Gratuitous masturbation recollection in Part II with use of magical object (use your imagination).
Disclaimer: I have not made, nor will make, any attempt to infringe on the copyrights held by the Corporations or Individuals that are part of Harry Potter. This is purely for the enjoyment of the fans and no monetary gain is made from it.
Author's Notes: I am not J.K and I am not affiliated with The Kooks from whom I have borrowed the title Paper Dreams from their song She Moves in Her Own Way - all very Luna.
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"You refuse to sell me a wand?" Severus Snape stared indignantly at Mr. Ollivander.
"I will not sell you a wand, make you a wand, refer you to any other wandmakers in this country or any other!" Wands jiggled inside their boxes upon the shelves surrounding Ollivander in support of their maker.
"This is preposterous!"
Ollivander quickly cut off Snape's protest. "No," his moon-like eyes narrowing with ageless venom, "preposterous is kneeling, naked, on the dirt, in the dark and being beaten and hexed with wands I made," Ollivander’s voice hitched slightly at the memory, "for information about my craft."
"I was not involved," Severus stated flatly.
"But you were," he dismissed Snape's disagreement with a wave of his hand. "At one time, you believed in their madness. Maybe you've changed. Maybe you haven't. I simply do not know. Now I must insist you leave my store and never request anything from me again."
Severus nodded once, turned on his heel and left Ollivander's never to return.
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Hermione Granger swished her vine-wood wand over the copper cauldron placing the potion inside in a state of stasis as Severus returned to his laboratory. She looked at her former professor and accurately gauged that his reception in Diagon Alley was less than stellar.
"I know someone," Hermione offered in light of the wandless wizard before her.
"I wager you know a great many people Miss Granger," Snape's voice held the slightest note of defeat if you listened carefully.
"I do," Hermione replied cockily but hurriedly continued in the wake of Snape's flaring nostrils, "but one someone in particular makes wands. On the side… so to speak." Hermione flashed Severus a triumphant smile.
"Miss Granger, I do not think a black market wand is really in my best interests, given my position with the Ministry is precarious at best."
"Ooh, would you say black market?" Hermione’s voice rose in pitch at the thought of the illegality of unlicensed wand making. "I think," her voice calmer, "it’s less 'black market' and more 'hush hush'. Anyway, I know a couple of people who have spare wands made by this someone and they’ve never had any problems."
"Really?" Snape was sceptical.
"Oh, yes!" Hermione replied enthusiastically.
Snape surveyed his laboratory. His capable apprentice was currently running it while he focused on research and lamented his wandless status. Perhaps this someone could provide him with a means of reclaiming his lab, his life, if he was truly honest with himself.
"Fine." Snape sighed and Hermione tried very hard not to squeal too loudly.
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Hermione was peculiarly cryptic about who the mysterious wandmaker was, refusing to reveal their name and instead insisted that he meet with her (this, his only clue as to the identity, was gender based and not very helpful as far as clues go). Hermione gave him a portkey and wished him luck before expertly activating the bottle top that fit snugly in Snape’s palm. With a whirl and a twirl and a spinning of his stomach and the scant contents inside, Snape landed on unsteady feet inside a schizophrenic living room.
He had never seen a more confusing room: antique furniture and chintz competed with childish wallpaper (pale pink paper with what looked like rows of tiny dragons) and muggle things like a television and a telephone sat side by side with wizarding clocks and photographs. He simply did not know where to look, where to start looking, when the owner of the room, of the entire house, actually, rescued him from the attempt.
"Hullo," Luna called out cheerily as she popped her head around the strings of beads that divided the living room from her bedroom.
Snape spun around to meet his wandmaker and was quite taken aback at the revelation. "Miss Lovegood."
Luna stepped into the room making herself comfortable on an overstuffed armchair that clashed with the rustic rocking chair she motioned her guest to rest on.
"Please sit down," Luna insisted.
Sitting stiffly and somewhat awkwardly Snape cleared his throat. "You know why I’m here?"
"Oh yes," Luna smiled brightly. "You'd like a wand."
"Ah, yes." Snape fidgeted causing his chair to rock. "How soon until you can make one for me?"
"It’s hard to say."
"An estimate?"
"A week. A month. Certainly no more than three months." Luna looked off dreamily at something beyond Severus’s shoulder.
"And the, ah," Snape coughed, "cost?"
"No cost," Luna focussed on the man before her, "no, I could never accept payment for my wands."
Befuddled, Snape nodded thinking that this was a formal loophole around unregistered wands. Luna summoned a scroll from her room that on closer inspection appeared to be a wizarding calendar. On the day’s date she scrawled ‘PS’ with her purple highlighter.
"PS?"
"Professor Snape," Luna answered diligently.
"Actually, it’s Mister Snape now. Not Professor," Severus corrected.
"I know."
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Three weeks after his bemusing meeting with Luna Lovegood Severus received a package he sincerely hoped was his new wand.
Removing the pink shoelaces that tied brown paper neatly around a silver box, Severus lifted the lid slowly to expose a beautifully crafted wand. The wand was crimson in colour - in the box the colour was incredibly deep, almost purple. Severus held the wand to the light and it looked like flowing blood. A note fluttered to the floor and Severus bent to pick it up.
Mr. Snape,
Men are such statistical creatures and I imagine you are no different.
14 ¾ inches. Alder wood. Flexible. Braided hair of unicorn and thestral.
May this wand complement your magic,
Luna Lovegood
Severus placed the note gently on the table. He swished his wand with a commanding wingardium leviosa and watched with delight as the paper rose to dance before his eyes.
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Weeks passed like the steady beat of a thestral's wings without any complications arising from Severus’ new wand.
No menacing notices from the Ministry.
No failed spells or charms.
No correspondence from Luna Lovegood.
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Luna sat on the floor of her living room, painting her toenails alternating shades of silver and purple, when Severus appeared in her living room with a pop.
"Hullo, Mister Snape." Luna pauses mid paint stroke to determine who has apparated into her home.
"Hello, I -" Snape is disconcerted at the ease with which he entered Luna’s house. "You really should have wards up Miss Lovegood."
"I do,” Luna replies as she twists the cap of the nail polish back on.
Severus is momentarily at a loss as to how to proceed. It seems no matter what he says or does Luna replies or acts completely contrary to convention. It's unnerving, it's unexpected, it's thrilling.
"Miss Lovegood, I have come to ask you a question that I fully expect you sha'n't answer."
"Well, neither of us shall know if that's true unless you ask."
"How do you make your wands?"
Luna considers her intruder thoughtfully - if she does share this piece of information with him, he will be the first person she has ever told.
Luna gracefully rises from the floor to sit cross-legged on the chaise facing the standing figure of Severus Snape. She inclines her head, indicating he should sit opposite whilst she considers his request. Severus sits.
"The way I make wands is unconventional." Luna is pleased with this answer.
"Indeed, I expect it is."
They sit facing each other, both aware they have reached an impasse.
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Title: Paper Dreams
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: LL/SS
Strange Brew Prompt: Prompt 7: Mr Ollivander holds a grudge for events that occurred while in Deatheater custody, and will not sell Snape a wand to replace one he broke in the Final Battle. Luna has a hobby making interesting wands... maybe she can help?
Warnings: Gratuitous masturbation recollection in Part II with use of magical object (use your imagination).
Disclaimer: I have not made, nor will make, any attempt to infringe on the copyrights held by the Corporations or Individuals that are part of Harry Potter. This is purely for the enjoyment of the fans and no monetary gain is made from it.
Author's Notes: I am not J.K and I am not affiliated with The Kooks from whom I have borrowed the title Paper Dreams from their song She Moves in Her Own Way - all very Luna.
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"You refuse to sell me a wand?" Severus Snape stared indignantly at Mr. Ollivander.
"I will not sell you a wand, make you a wand, refer you to any other wandmakers in this country or any other!" Wands jiggled inside their boxes upon the shelves surrounding Ollivander in support of their maker.
"This is preposterous!"
Ollivander quickly cut off Snape's protest. "No," his moon-like eyes narrowing with ageless venom, "preposterous is kneeling, naked, on the dirt, in the dark and being beaten and hexed with wands I made," Ollivander’s voice hitched slightly at the memory, "for information about my craft."
"I was not involved," Severus stated flatly.
"But you were," he dismissed Snape's disagreement with a wave of his hand. "At one time, you believed in their madness. Maybe you've changed. Maybe you haven't. I simply do not know. Now I must insist you leave my store and never request anything from me again."
Severus nodded once, turned on his heel and left Ollivander's never to return.
#
Hermione Granger swished her vine-wood wand over the copper cauldron placing the potion inside in a state of stasis as Severus returned to his laboratory. She looked at her former professor and accurately gauged that his reception in Diagon Alley was less than stellar.
"I know someone," Hermione offered in light of the wandless wizard before her.
"I wager you know a great many people Miss Granger," Snape's voice held the slightest note of defeat if you listened carefully.
"I do," Hermione replied cockily but hurriedly continued in the wake of Snape's flaring nostrils, "but one someone in particular makes wands. On the side… so to speak." Hermione flashed Severus a triumphant smile.
"Miss Granger, I do not think a black market wand is really in my best interests, given my position with the Ministry is precarious at best."
"Ooh, would you say black market?" Hermione’s voice rose in pitch at the thought of the illegality of unlicensed wand making. "I think," her voice calmer, "it’s less 'black market' and more 'hush hush'. Anyway, I know a couple of people who have spare wands made by this someone and they’ve never had any problems."
"Really?" Snape was sceptical.
"Oh, yes!" Hermione replied enthusiastically.
Snape surveyed his laboratory. His capable apprentice was currently running it while he focused on research and lamented his wandless status. Perhaps this someone could provide him with a means of reclaiming his lab, his life, if he was truly honest with himself.
"Fine." Snape sighed and Hermione tried very hard not to squeal too loudly.
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Hermione was peculiarly cryptic about who the mysterious wandmaker was, refusing to reveal their name and instead insisted that he meet with her (this, his only clue as to the identity, was gender based and not very helpful as far as clues go). Hermione gave him a portkey and wished him luck before expertly activating the bottle top that fit snugly in Snape’s palm. With a whirl and a twirl and a spinning of his stomach and the scant contents inside, Snape landed on unsteady feet inside a schizophrenic living room.
He had never seen a more confusing room: antique furniture and chintz competed with childish wallpaper (pale pink paper with what looked like rows of tiny dragons) and muggle things like a television and a telephone sat side by side with wizarding clocks and photographs. He simply did not know where to look, where to start looking, when the owner of the room, of the entire house, actually, rescued him from the attempt.
"Hullo," Luna called out cheerily as she popped her head around the strings of beads that divided the living room from her bedroom.
Snape spun around to meet his wandmaker and was quite taken aback at the revelation. "Miss Lovegood."
Luna stepped into the room making herself comfortable on an overstuffed armchair that clashed with the rustic rocking chair she motioned her guest to rest on.
"Please sit down," Luna insisted.
Sitting stiffly and somewhat awkwardly Snape cleared his throat. "You know why I’m here?"
"Oh yes," Luna smiled brightly. "You'd like a wand."
"Ah, yes." Snape fidgeted causing his chair to rock. "How soon until you can make one for me?"
"It’s hard to say."
"An estimate?"
"A week. A month. Certainly no more than three months." Luna looked off dreamily at something beyond Severus’s shoulder.
"And the, ah," Snape coughed, "cost?"
"No cost," Luna focussed on the man before her, "no, I could never accept payment for my wands."
Befuddled, Snape nodded thinking that this was a formal loophole around unregistered wands. Luna summoned a scroll from her room that on closer inspection appeared to be a wizarding calendar. On the day’s date she scrawled ‘PS’ with her purple highlighter.
"PS?"
"Professor Snape," Luna answered diligently.
"Actually, it’s Mister Snape now. Not Professor," Severus corrected.
"I know."
#
Three weeks after his bemusing meeting with Luna Lovegood Severus received a package he sincerely hoped was his new wand.
Removing the pink shoelaces that tied brown paper neatly around a silver box, Severus lifted the lid slowly to expose a beautifully crafted wand. The wand was crimson in colour - in the box the colour was incredibly deep, almost purple. Severus held the wand to the light and it looked like flowing blood. A note fluttered to the floor and Severus bent to pick it up.
Mr. Snape,
Men are such statistical creatures and I imagine you are no different.
14 ¾ inches. Alder wood. Flexible. Braided hair of unicorn and thestral.
May this wand complement your magic,
Luna Lovegood
Severus placed the note gently on the table. He swished his wand with a commanding wingardium leviosa and watched with delight as the paper rose to dance before his eyes.
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Weeks passed like the steady beat of a thestral's wings without any complications arising from Severus’ new wand.
No menacing notices from the Ministry.
No failed spells or charms.
No correspondence from Luna Lovegood.
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Luna sat on the floor of her living room, painting her toenails alternating shades of silver and purple, when Severus appeared in her living room with a pop.
"Hullo, Mister Snape." Luna pauses mid paint stroke to determine who has apparated into her home.
"Hello, I -" Snape is disconcerted at the ease with which he entered Luna’s house. "You really should have wards up Miss Lovegood."
"I do,” Luna replies as she twists the cap of the nail polish back on.
Severus is momentarily at a loss as to how to proceed. It seems no matter what he says or does Luna replies or acts completely contrary to convention. It's unnerving, it's unexpected, it's thrilling.
"Miss Lovegood, I have come to ask you a question that I fully expect you sha'n't answer."
"Well, neither of us shall know if that's true unless you ask."
"How do you make your wands?"
Luna considers her intruder thoughtfully - if she does share this piece of information with him, he will be the first person she has ever told.
Luna gracefully rises from the floor to sit cross-legged on the chaise facing the standing figure of Severus Snape. She inclines her head, indicating he should sit opposite whilst she considers his request. Severus sits.
"The way I make wands is unconventional." Luna is pleased with this answer.
"Indeed, I expect it is."
They sit facing each other, both aware they have reached an impasse.
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