Ahahaha. Ahahaha. I am so, so sorry. Ahahahaha.
Title: Interluda 3 - Amissus
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Vague S/R. We’re getting there. This Sirius is remarkably stubborn, and sort of upsettingly obsessed with the Potters.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,359
Summary: The car crash that actually happened, and the back porch of No. 91
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And why have I never thought about what had happened to James' parents? They had to die before Harry was born, so I can easily imagine them dying in a car accident.
This line is my favourite:
neither of them know how to comfort, because it was always James who knew, because they have to learn, now.
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I lot of people, I think, believe that they died in the war, which is totally believeable, and makes more sense than them getting steamrollered by a stupid lorry, but I was trying to be as unnaturally cruel to James as possible. ;) ;)
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True, but I imagine if they indeed were killed in the war newspapers would all scream that Harry Potter is The Boy Who Lived whose parents AND grandparents were killed by the Dark Lord yadda yadda. That he isthe third generation of Potter who's hunted by Voldemort.
To me it's just the kind of thing journalists love to write, to make picture even more tragic.
at the other hand, JRK must have simply not thought about it and what we'll learn about Harry's grandparents in the next books is that they indeed were killed by DE. =)
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I love:
“It’s,” says Sirius; swallows. “Not fair,” and then he hates himself, because Christ, he thinks, how ruddy stupid can you sound?
“It happens,” says Remus, quietly. “It happens all the time.”
The not knowing what to say, Sirius feeling like he should be crying, the mention of Mr Potter going to fix the door and never getting round to it, James' mum kicking off her heels to dance with Remus - it's all so...it's the picture perfect memories, the way that other people's families seem nicer than your own so you remember the good bits vividly. And the last line, oh.
The only tiny things I would pick on are uses of American rather than British English - 'yard' would be 'back garden' here and 'gotten' isn't really a word we use, but even mentioning them feels super-picky of me when this is so beautifully sad.
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you are so good. i flail. the quiet, sickening helplessness of the whole situation, and the subtlety--your language is so unpretentious and natural and that just makes it even more painful, and, oh. i mean--i definitely don't think it's a chunky/awkward story, but there is a sense of chunky awkwardness therein (which is NOTHING but good, i think) which is totally appropriate to the chunky awkwardness of dealing with someone else's grief that's still kind of your own. that sentence had so many prepositions i almost died. anyway, yeah. so good. and the last line, oh, it hurts.
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And oh man, you leave the best reviews. Because you totally just inflated my ego to the point of it giving out hot-air balloon rides to the less fortunate egos, like my goldfish's. But wah, thank you, thank you, thank you. You know I worship the hell out of you, so everytime you comment I go alfjslakfjklasjf<333333333333 and am basically incoherent with squeal for hours. :-*!!
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