FIC: "Fortune" by Antosha

[mickawber_fics]

To: elysianflowers

Title: Fortune
Author/Artist: Antosha/antoshevu
Pairing: Harry/Ginny, Lily/Lysander (off-screen)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~3800
Summary: He wanted the best for his daughter. He wanted her to have the wedding of her dreams-he knew that, once the Scamander boy had taken Lily’s hand from his, she would be Harry’s little girl no more. So never mind that

Comments

[lyras]

1. Yay, I get to read your fic while mine sits in the moderation queue. Excellent timing!

2. You and your f words. :P

On to the story!

He took Ginny’s hand and kissed it, and Harry remembered for a flash why he had disliked Roger when they were young. Roger chuckled again, and it was quickly forgotten.

I love this - it's such a good description of the way emotions flash through our minds.

They unsqueezed into the West Country landscape

Lovely wording!

Scorpius had turned out to be much more pleasant company than his father, who seemed, it pleased Harry to think, even more uncomfortable with the whole arrangement than Harry himself.

Heh. This strikes me as very true to character all-round.

I loved the description of Lily and Lysander's relationship - really sweet, especially as it's from Harry's POV.

spring wildflowers that Aunt Petunia would never have allowed in her garden, but that Ginny had taught him to recognize, back in the days when they’d gone hiking and snogging on the moors after her quicker Quidditch matches

I really like the way you tell us so much about Harry and Ginny's life together in this section - it's full of lovely details, but never feels like an infodump.

As for the rose garden - wow. Such a wonderful idea, and of course, the perfect substitute for Stonehenge.

The ending is gorgeous, and now I am all smiley. Thank you!

[lyras]

I just recced this here, btw.

[mickawber]

Thanks!

[mickawber]

1. And I got to read yours too! Lucky me! :-)

2. Yup. Me and my f words. :-)

I'm glad that you enjoyed this; glad too that you picked those particular moments, which are among my favorites. As I was writing this, I was aware that I was writing a story set ten years or so after the epilogue, a story about memory, and the way it thickens and solidifies as you get older, and so I started to worry that it would ALL be infodump. I mean, a middle-aged person's mind tends to think in multi-layered clumps, you know? So I'm glad that it remained compelling.

And I'm glad that the rose garden worked for you. Dunno where that image came from-part "Fountain of Fair Fortune," part Secret Garden, I guess. But I'm pleased with it, and I'm glad that it worked for you!