Title: Not Die Here in a Rage Author: La Onza House: Hufflepuff Date/Challenge: 1 Dec - all is change Characters: Scabbers, Crookshanks Warnings (as applicable): cat abuse Rating: PG
Mere words fail me on this one! Peter and his betrayal fascinate me. I find the Marauders enthralling. Fun boys. Then growing up and experiencing their first loves only to be swept up in their up close and personal war with suspicions and betrayals. All while they are barely adult. And I have never read anything this telling of Peter. Not to mention Scabbers and Crookshanks!
So many nights, lying awake and motionless, curled against Ron's neck, eyes open, listening, knowing that they could come at any moment. He had come to feel that he was living submerged in a medium thicker and colder than air. Liquid fear. Something had stirred and woken in him, and he had remembered that he knew this fear, and how to survive it. It could only drown you if you believed that there was something you could not bear to lose. Once you let go, the fear let go of you. And so he had made his plans.
I know it is years and years later, but I just had to leave this review because your writing is that wonderful.
Pettigrew's cunning plans. His ability to work a weakness in his favor ("In a face-off between cat and rodent, no one would believe that the cat had been the victim."); the parallel to his confrontation with Sirius twelve years ago. The almost careless reference to James, whose freedom to live Pettigrew had so quickly ended; how James' teachings lead to Scabbers' freedom. Your description of fear-- as water-- winding through Scabbers' narrative; how your very fluid prose itself liquifies fear. It all just gives me the chills.
I've seen some very well-crafted stories and drabbles in my years reading HP fanfic. But this! Your metaphors and Modernistic take on Peter's/Scabbers' thoughts-- it's all so wonderfully literary.
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~Quill :)
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So many nights, lying awake and motionless, curled against Ron's neck, eyes open, listening, knowing that they could come at any moment. He had come to feel that he was living submerged in a medium thicker and colder than air. Liquid fear. Something had stirred and woken in him, and he had remembered that he knew this fear, and how to survive it. It could only drown you if you believed that there was something you could not bear to lose. Once you let go, the fear let go of you. And so he had made his plans.
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Pettigrew's cunning plans. His ability to work a weakness in his favor ("In a face-off between cat and rodent, no one would believe that the cat had been the victim."); the parallel to his confrontation with Sirius twelve years ago. The almost careless reference to James, whose freedom to live Pettigrew had so quickly ended; how James' teachings lead to Scabbers' freedom. Your description of fear-- as water-- winding through Scabbers' narrative; how your very fluid prose itself liquifies fear. It all just gives me the chills.
I've seen some very well-crafted stories and drabbles in my years reading HP fanfic. But this! Your metaphors and Modernistic take on Peter's/Scabbers' thoughts-- it's all so wonderfully literary.
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