Title: No Hiding Place
Author: Rimau Sua Lay
Rating: NC-17, Angst, Drama, Action/Adventure, First Time
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Harry/Snape, Ron/Draco, (Sirius/Remus)
Date: December 2002 - ?
Disclaimers: Not mine, borrowed without permission, am not making any money. Please don't sue. Sherbet Lemon?
Warning: various parts of the fic may contain angst, mild torture, violence and the death of minor characters, confusion about sex (not non-con really and not in snarry pairing!), explicit sex between men, gore, mention of het rape, explicit sex between men and disturbing themes.
The story is split into 5 books, the first of which is called 'The Dungeons'.
Betaed by the wonderful
Started to write this fic ages ago, so it's set in an universe where nothing canon beyond book 4 happened. Even though some of my betas encouraged me to use known canon history for characters that were shown in latter books, I have tried not to. Mixing various parts of canon and ignoring others summarily bug the hell out of me.
No. Haven't read OotP or HBP but I am vaguely aware of what happened. I prefer my own corner of the potterverse.
:P
Don't be scared by the amount of pairings; no two pairing's the same, and Sirius/Remus is not explicit. I personally hate fics where several pairings have a happy first time and loads of sex and that will not happen here. Heh. Sorry.
The fic is set before, during and after war, so it will deal with depressing and sad themes as well as happiness and joy. Dark themes, including mention of rape, but no onscreen rape, nor will any of the main characters be raped. Later on, there will be deaths, both bad guys and good, and maybe even some much loved characters. Once again, none of the main characters dies, so this is not a death story.
If someone has problems reading a fic without knowing if your favorite character dies, feel free to ask.
This is a story. As in something opposite to PWPs. Therefore, the action doesn't happen in the first ten pages. I am a firm believer in 'start small and build'. So even if it takes a while forever for this to become NC-17, it will eventually be like that.
About feedback: all sorts of comments are appreciated. Try to be civil, though. Sending praise will not make me post any faster, so no need to grovel. The lack of feedback will not make me stop posting either.
Also, here's the 'humorous' introduction to the fic
-foreword by Severus Snape
Tales and legends hold magic, which may not be as powerful as the magic of Potions, but powerful nevertheless. Like any properly written tale -- unlike most of the essays my pea brained students write -- this one follows the definition of a 'story'. It has a beginning, a middle and an ending, plot and character development.
This particular one also has quite a lot of drama, angst -- silly teenage angst and real -- and romance. Not that I think that the last part is important in the big picture.
If you really like reading about a sophisticated character like me and a complete idiot like Potter, you should know by now that we don't exactly love each other. So do not expect us to shag like bunnies during the first paragraph or seventeen. I have standards. I would never shag a nauseating twerp like Potter the Mighty. For me to suffer his presence -- not to mention the ever so popular idea of shagging --, I would have to see something more in him than a foolish child celebrity.
Yes. I know. Boggles the mind, doesn't it?
This story begins by describing our lives during Potter's seventh year, so it will deal with important things like his Potions classes. And less important things like his idiotic quest to stick his wand into other peoples' business.
As everyone knows, the Great War came upon us that year and both Potter and I played a big part in that. I will not lie to you. There will be parts that may disturb you. War is never nice. People are wounded. Tortured. Killed. That is the reality of war, and our lives are not just a part of a great fairytale.
Even though Potter and I are the main interest of this story, the people in our lives will be described here as well. Potter's idiot friends. My colleagues. Students. Since they were a big part of what happened that year, the youngest son of the Weasley brood and young Malfoy will have a substantial part in the narration.
I myself do not look forward to reading some of their escapades. There are things one does not wish to know about one's students! Potter wants me to say something nice about his godfather, who will also have a part in the story. I choose not to. There are such things as impossibilities, and for me to say anything 'nice' about that mutt -- or anyone else really -- is one of them.
Unfortunately, due to the curiosity of the author (who has obviously no understanding of such things as discretion or confidentiality) this story will also invade my privacy. I should say on record that I do not condone such an action. I am a very private man.
However, since I have heard rumors that the appalling Skeeter woman is contemplating writing our tale, I have agreed to allow Rimau to publish this. At least she has got the details right. I am certain other people -- glares at everyone who thinks that this whole mess is cute -- would try to twist the things that happened.
So if you appreciate a slowly brewing potion that will heat into a burning concoction which will make you feel nice and warm afterwards without leaving a bitter taste in your mouth, you might want to read this fic. If you have the ridiculous notion that I would ever allow my name to be used in a two page long piece of utter rubbish with fabricated quotes like 'oh Potter you're so sexy', you should probably check in to St. Mungo's. They may even be able to cure your delusions.
glares even more
Read the story, then send an owl to the author. I'm sure that as an attention hungry Hufflepuff she will appreciate both praise and constructive critique. Do not disturb Potter or me, though. We do not answer to idiots.
Severus Snape
Potions master
Former Death Eater
Spy for the Order of the Phoenix
Order of Merlin Second Class
still a nasty greasy git
(not admitting to being the love of Harry Potter's life, even though the twerp probably would describe me as such)
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Date: 2007-07-05 06:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-05 12:34 pm (UTC)But alas can't lie. Hope you'll enjoy it.
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Date: 2007-07-06 07:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-06 07:31 am (UTC):( The end of a vacation is always a bummer. Hopefully the fic will indeed make it feel slightly better.