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( Nov. 27th, 2012 06:43 pm)
-- in fandom, I mean, by our various forms of borrowing and transfiguring and paying tribute and catching a spark of inspiration which we then make supremely our own.

Here are two pieces that touch on fics of mine but blossom from there into separate and fascinating life:

The always remarkable [livejournal.com profile] bvizen has taken a scene from my fic "The White Road" and turned it into a thing of wintry, isolated beauty. Snape kneels before his Patronus in a woods covered in shadow and snow, a blue-green stillness deepening to black. The whole thing shimmers with silence and a fleeting sort of peace, and it shapes a fragile moment with infinite care and feeling.

Expecto Patronum by [livejournal.com profile] bvizen

The other I discovered while vanity googling one late, brainless night quite by accident. It's a Snape/Dumbledore vid (yes, really!) set to Marilyn Manson's version of "Tainted Love." Can you see why I might adore this already? The vidder explains her desire to capture a certain dynamic, and credits various fanfics as inspiration, among them "In Infinite Remorse of Soul." It makes me positively gleeful. Especially the shots that show Snape watching as Dumbledore curls his hand around Harry's arm. *shivers*

Tainted Love by MsSardonicus.

Give it a try. It may not, as the vidder says, be everyone's cup of tea, but it's a fascinating use of movie footage.
You know, I've got to be one of the luckiest and most blessed writers in HP. I don't produce much (understatement), and these days I'm doing spectacularly well if I show my face online. I've fallen off the commenting wagon, and every time I make an effort to get back in the feedback swing, RL laughs at me and takes my keyboard away. (In related news, the store is surviving, but my life consists of either working or doing a passable impression of a zombie, the end.) So it's not like I'm giving other people the praise I should be or conveying how much my flist means to me or how central to my imagination all of you and your works are. I'm not doing anything to deserve this.

Yet here's a gift. A beautiful gift. The latest in a line of marvelous works inspired by something I wrote. An expression of remarkable talent, freely offered.

So, last night I made my weekly visit to deviantArt, and I checked the page of one of my favorite artists. They'd posted a new work, a pic of a bedridden Snape with a weary but peaceful and poignant face, Harry seated beside him, face pressed into his pillow. They're holding hands. The colors shimmer quietly. And there's a blaze of light across Snape's bedding that … oh. It's not a blaze, it's an angel. An angel with a sword. Oh, I said again, and scrolled down to read the artist's notes.

It's an interpretation of one of my personal favorite moments from The White Road, the sort of secretly glowing, meaningful touchstone that helped pull me through the writing of that fic.

Field of Sleepwalk by john-n-mary

Go take a look, at this and the rest of the artist's work. You'll see an extraordinary gallery full of marvelous, whimsical, eerie, elegant, intensely beautiful drawings. Leave a word of appreciation, if you like.

So much love, fandom. I'm very lucky to have found you.
Okay, let me just say this upfront: I have been incredibly blessed by this fandom, and among the extraordinary, unexpected gifts I've received have been the glorious artworks based on my fics. I love with a fierce love everything that's been drawn, painted, or inspired by my own Snarry passion, and I don't care if I'm biased: all these pieces are beautiful. All of them are intense.

Recently [profile] ac1d6urn hung out her commission shingle. I've always adored her work, both fic and art, and I was feeling flush with having just paid off a ten-year-long debt, so I pounced on her post. I had a couple of scenes in mind that I longed to see brought to life, and Acid selected "The White Road" as her source material. She singled out one of the most (for me) emotional moments in the whole fic, the pivot which retroactively justifies everything that came before and everything that will come after. It's a suffocating, painful, heartbroken moment, and it takes place in the Shrieking Shack, a lonely place full of terrible memories.

The result is phenomenal. Look at the wonderment and uncertainty she puts on Harry's face, the stunned tenderness with which he strokes Snape' hair. I wanted this to be the moment a piece falls into place for him, that small shift in understanding that changes things forever. Acid captures that. Harry looks so young here, but he doesn't shrink from the strange burden of having Snape, bloodsoaked and helpless, in his arms. The brilliant, spooky image of Ron and Hermione's disembodied arms casting Lumos is incredibly atmospheric; the way their shadows on the opposite wall point almost accusingly at Snape adds to the tension, the sense that nothing is promised, that Snape is still balanced before the wand of fate.

Speaking of Snape - oh my God, has Acid given me what I want here. She was unbelievably patient and generous with my begging quibbling, and she's created the face I was looking for, the grimace of pain and surrender, the hunched-over vulnerability of a lost soul hardly daring to believe. This is a Snape who has no choice but to let his weakness show, and the way he hides his face and claws at Harry's robes is exactly what I wanted. My heart aches every time I look at it, but I can't stop looking.

So go. Go see for yourself. I'm linking to [profile] ac1d6urn's journal so that you can leave feedback if you'd like, and because there's a marvelous tutorial included in her post, showing the steps she went through to achieve this painful, gorgeous image.

Thank you, my dear. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. &hearts

ALIVE by ac1d6urn
Alas, I seem to have hit the brain-dead portion of the evening, where all the words spiral down the drain. So let me flail with excitement and point and make, "Gah!" noises. Because [personal profile] enname, the sneaky devil, has been working on a second illustration to a fic I wrote last year (I've managed to exceed my own lowest expectations by finishing absolutely nothing this year), and she posted it for me earlier this evening. It's Snape and Harry from The White Road, and it catches them in one of the pivotal scenes (for me). There's a a kind of brilliant intensity to it, a clash of wills and a clinging and contorting and balancing, while fate decides which way Snape will fall. I'm staggered and flattered, humbled by her skill and so childishly pleased to see such a sublimely Snarryish moment, that all I want to do is bounce around the room like a great big ball of squee.

There's something undeniably magical about having a moment from one's own fic take shape and rise dark and sharp from the flatness of the page. [personal profile] enname's put immense care into concentrating the emotional quality of the scene, telegraphing the subtle burning and tangled longing and brittle, incipient violence, as well as the sweet gravity that emanates from Harry. There's almost a spiritual echo underneath, due in part to the way they're posed, the way Harry gives himself and the way Snape bends under the burden of being offered what he wants, succumbing to it and fighting it at the same time. It's intensely sexual, but beyond that it hints at communion and possession, which aren't necessarily easy things to experience.

I'll shut up now, because I could stumble onward at great length, throwing words at this wonderful portrait of a serious, beautiful youth and the bowed, ugly, almost nightmarish man he's chosen. Please go look for yourselves. It makes me insanely happy to have this picture of the two of them so vividly at odds and so very entangled.

Not Work Safe.

"Tell you what, then," Harry replies, "we'll kneel together," and when she can bring herself to think about it later, Lily suspects this was the moment, for all he's cold as stone, that catches Snape unprepared; the moment, for all that he's brutally trying to protect himself, when the cliff edge crumbles underfoot and there's nothing he can do to stop himself from falling.
*waves and points excitedly* FLORAHART, LOOK!!!

Okay, I am very, very remiss in getting this posted, because I am an exhausted halfwit most of the time. But never mind that, o flist! Click here and enjoy the wonderful double portrait that [livejournal.com profile] enname drew for me!

I can't really express how much I love this piece. I adore pencil work, and this is just ravishing. [livejournal.com profile] enname traces the emotion between Harry and Snape with such heartbreaking subtlety - their faces, the little wrinkle in Snape's forehead and the way he allows himself to lean slightly against Harry, the way Harry shuts his eyes, tucks his head down, and presses back, holding tight. It's overwhelmingly tender and exactly as I imagined it. I adore the fact that she included Snape's fragile wristbones and that his borrowed pyjamas are slightly too short for his legs. I love the way their hair overlaps and blends together, and something twists inside me at the depth of serious yearning in Harry's face and at the haunting way Snape gazes up, allowing himself one moment's acceptance of what Harry offers. And I can't stop staring at Snape's cheekbone, so gaunt, so burnished with light.

But here, I'll stop wittering so you can see for yourselves (btw, if you like it, please let [livejournal.com profile] enname know):



Keep clicking through if you want to view a close-up of this drawing. It's worth doing because - well, simply because it's beautiful.

Thank you again, [livejournal.com profile] enname. I cherish this pic intensely, just so you know.

For those curious about context but who don't want to read the whole damn fic, this is the scene she's illustrating:

Excerpt from The White Road )

So there you have it, my friends. I am a very lucky writer, am I not?



Title: The White Road
Pairing: Snape/Harry, also Lily/Snape in a totally unconsummated sense, Lily/James
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hettishness but no outright heterosex, voyeurism, accidental incestuous overtones, a bloody moment.
Disclaimer: Is not, never was, never will be, mine
Summary: One day, comfortably set up in the afterlife, Lily Evans Potter switches on the telly and gets hooked on the Harry Potter show.
Word Count: ~46,000

A/N: This fic was written for [livejournal.com profile] florahart the Marvelous as a [livejournal.com profile] snarry_holidays gift. Heartfelt thanks to [livejournal.com profile] loupgarou1750 for encouraging me to change horses midstream and then urging me to sing, and to [livejournal.com profile] rinsbane for reading the early fragments and loving them. I'm sure, in some universe, this is epilogue compliant.


Who is the third who walks always beside you?
When I count, there are only you and I together
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another one walking beside you . . .

– But who is that on the other side of you?


T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land


Part One )

Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Title: The White Road
Pairing: Snape/Harry, also Lily/Snape in a totally unconsummated sense, Lily/James
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hettishness but no outright heterosex, voyeurism, accidental incestuous overtones, a bloody moment.
Disclaimer: Is not, never was, never will be, mine
Summary: One day, comfortably set up in the afterlife, Lily Evans Potter switches on the telly and gets hooked on the Harry Potter show.
Word Count: ~46,000

Part Two )

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Title: The White Road
Pairing: Snape/Harry, also Lily/Snape in a totally unconsummated sense, Lily/James
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hettishness but no outright heterosex, voyeurism, accidental incestuous overtones, a bloody moment.
Disclaimer: Is not, never was, never will be, mine
Summary: One day, comfortably set up in the afterlife, Lily Evans Potter switches on the telly and gets hooked on the Harry Potter show.
Word Count: ~46,000

Part Three )

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Previous
Title: The White Road
Pairing: Snape/Harry, also Lily/Snape in a totally unconsummated sense, Lily/James
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hettishness but no outright heterosex, voyeurism, accidental incestuous overtones, a bloody moment.
Disclaimer: Is not, never was, never will be, mine
Summary: One day, comfortably set up in the afterlife, Lily Evans Potter switches on the telly and gets hooked on the Harry Potter show.
Word Count: ~46,000

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Title: The White Road
Pairing: Snape/Harry, also Lily/Snape in a totally unconsummated sense, Lily/James
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hettishness but no outright heterosex, voyeurism, accidental incestuous overtones, a bloody moment.
Disclaimer: Is not, never was, never will be, mine
Summary: One day, comfortably set up in the afterlife, Lily Evans Potter switches on the telly and gets hooked on the Harry Potter show.
Word Count:~46,000

Part Five )

Next

Previous
Title: The White Road
Pairing: Snape/Harry, also Lily/Snape in a totally unconsummated sense, Lily/James
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hettishness but no outright heterosex, voyeurism, accidental incestuous overtones, a bloody moment.
Disclaimer: Is not, never was, never will be, mine
Summary: One day, comfortably set up in the afterlife, Lily Evans Potter switches on the telly and gets hooked on the Harry Potter show.
Word Count: ~46,000

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