让我一个人静静地萌一下all伏

就是任性!哪怕粮少我也很挑!不喜欢的绝对不放!
……unless it serves the purpose of increasing diversity...😎
For Voldemort and Valour!
仔细想了想,只有一种文是永远不会出现在我的推文里的,那就是语言烂到我这个外国人都无法忍受的文,标点符号乱打基本上是无法忍受的。嗯。或者中文小白文。
就是那种小白文啦!

【伏哈推文】Hauntingly

哇!这一篇文真的很特别,很少很少看见老伏被……唔。审判。
我只记得The Love Accident里面有这种段落。
这篇文各种逻辑上的跳跃,还有一些不合实际的幻想,但总体来说相当好,文笔流畅(虽然不算最顶尖,但绝对看得舒服),人物刻画非常到位,不黑不吹,除了美化老伏了一丁点。不过这个老伏还是非常非常跳跃啊,他类似原著的性格坚持了大半篇,然后后半篇略ooc了一丁点,然后在最后几章狂奔在了ooc的康庄大道上。

没事,我对浪漫化的老伏ooc有很大的抗性。


又是一个小哈被发现是魂器然后被老伏逮了活生生关了一年(没错就那种很恐怖的挖了个坑就埋了的方式)之后教授拼死拼活把他救出来然后发生的恋爱故事【大雾】

我对所有不黑不吹的文都没有什么抵抗力。


这里小哈也意外地品格坚定。

哪怕最后喜欢老伏,他也觉得,“我自己原谅他了就算了,凭什么替别人原谅他呢?”

其他一种我有点膈应的说法就是:

哈利:“我都原谅伏地魔了,你们难道比我更有资格恨他?”

(少年,大家当然有资格恨他啦!)

教授刻画得也非常非常好。如果原著里有某种契机——让教授和哈利能好好相处的话,我觉得他们相处模式也就这样了……也许一些玩笑的情节会tone down一点。


(虽然我比较少看纯伏哈,但这一篇我还相当喜欢。看逆自己cp的文重点就在品鉴情节啦,毕竟所有肉我都能心如止水地看过去(/ω\))

之前在看这个作者的no glory,唔,感觉也很好呢!

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11685657/1/

这是简介:
Alive. Hidden. Concealed in the metaphorical closet, and the ominous, creaking footsteps outside belong to a monster... He's sniffing the air in anticipation. He's craving more than the scent. Intoxicated by his own bloodlust, and a fleeting moment of weakness is all he needs. "Harry Potter...I will have you..." HP/LV/TR. In the most unhealthy, twisted way. Sequel to 'Mine'.


这一段是结尾,Draco的视角,我觉得全文点睛之笔啊!

"You have been charged with the crimes of the theft and destruction of priceless magical artifacts, the coercion of multiple individuals within the magical community, the consistent use of the Unforgiveable Curses, conspiracy against the Ministry of Magic, the kidnapping and unlawful imprisonment of Harry James Potter, and the murder of countless innocents. You have been found to be guilty of all of these crimes. You are sentenced to death through the veil."

Silence following those words. Voldemort didn't react. His eyes were a dull, vacant red, looking at no one.

I wonder what he was thinking, in that moment. It looked like he was thinking nothing at all.

"Do you have any final words?"

The whispers coming from beyond the veil fell silent. The deteriorated cloth stopped fluttering.

The entire atmosphere in the Chamber became strained in an instant. People shot each other fearful, confused glances. No one had expected the Minister to even offer him that opportunity.

The Dark Lord was quiet for a very long time. So long, in fact, that I was certain that he wasn't going to say anything after all.

Shacklebolt had just gestured for the aurors to continue when Voldemort turned. Not fully, just looking over his shoulder so that he was facing away from the Minister and the veil.

Voldemort was staring directly at Snape, there was no doubt about that. Like the softly whispered message was meant for him and him alone…though we all heard it very clearly.

"…I regret it."

And there was something else being said, then, too, I could tell. The eye contact between the two of them was just a bit too long; Snape's usually practiced, neutral expression was just a bit too tense. There was definitely some mental conversation happening between the two Legilimens right then…but I'm sure Snape will never admit to it, and the world will never know what it was.

Voldemort turned away.

The Minister stepped aside and nodded towards the aurors, who redirected their wands at the Dark Lord and magically pushed him towards the dais. Everyone held their breath, grasping at each other's hands and tensing.

We all watched in rapt horror as, for the first time since entering the chamber, Voldemort cracked and showed some emotion.

Fear.

The second he'd stepped onto the dais, just a few feet from the veil, his blank expression crumbled. The chains glowed with a sudden, bright intensity, and the aurors all moved forward, shouting things to increase whatever spells they had already cast on him. Voldemort hissed in pain as the chains started smoking, presumably burning him when his magic began to stir, crackling about his body.

Kingsley raised his wand, too, in an effort to help, because suddenly the Dark Lord was panicked and fearful, and had decided that no, he did not want to be executed and forced to go through the veil, after all. Imagine that.

It was just when I thought things were going to really get crazy—the chains had started flashing, one of the auror's wands had gone flying from his hand inexplicably, spectators had begun to draw their own in preparation of some massively unbalanced battle—that it happened.

I know I heard it.

I know, because I was right there—right there!—so close to the dais.

And Voldemort heard it, too.

"Do not be afraid."

The Dark Lord's panicked expression melted away, and he suddenly looked so stunned. So was I.

His voice.

I only saw it because I was looking for it. Everyone else had their attention fixed on Voldemort, but not me, not after I heard that. I saw him before anyone else.

Just his fingers, at first. A hand being extended from a man who was mostly concealed beneath a Cloak of Invisibility. And on his middle finger, gold gleaming in the light of the enchanted, flashing chains—

A ring.

And this is the part, readers, where I'm sure I may lose some of you. But I know what I saw. It was a giant, golden ring, and on it was a cracked stone. A very large, dark gem. And there, in the center of that stone, right in the middle of the crack, was the same symbol which Weasley showed us all once in a book. A crude drawing someone had put at the beginning of The Tale of the Three Brothers. A line within a circle within a triangle.

It dawned on me as it happened.

That was the resurrection stone. That was the resurrection stone, it was real, and that man who was standing in front of me at this supposed entryway into Death was Harry, and he had somehow woken up and found it—

This impossible realization was exploding in my mind right then, but the entire Chamber seemed to have frozen in a state of suspended disbelief.

Because even though I don't think anyone else heard the first part, everyone noticed when a semi-transparent, silvery silhouette shimmered directly in front of the veil. The tattered, old cloth was flickering at his backside, dancing against his skin in way that, had I been paying proper attention before, would have been obvious that there was someone standing there.

So Harry Potter shocked the world again with another unexpected, brief appearance…or, at least, the person who used to be Harry Potter.

People will tell you it's just a story, but mark my words, dear readers: that was the Master of Death, standing there in that Chamber on September 1st, 1997.

Gods, I can still envision it all precisely! Like a photograph in my mind. He didn't actually take the cloak off, only tilted his head back just enough so that, from where I was standing, I could make out one of his eyes.

Visceral, vibrant green. Brighter than anything they'd been in life.

He was smiling.

And… I don't know if I can explain it properly. But there was a sort of…coolness, all around him. Like winter air. At the time, I'd thought it was just coming from beyond the veil itself, but…

"I'll go before you…always."

The second time he spoke, the entire hall heard it. In response, Voldemort made this sort of choked sob that was nothing like any sound I'd ever heard the Dark Lord make.

Then Harry took him.

He reached out with both hands and wrapped his fingers around the chains that covered Voldemort's waist. Harry pulled him towards him, and then…then they were gone.

Gone.

Even now—especially now—it seems unreal. It was such a quick and confusing movement. Harry, only partially visible, reaching forward and swathing the Dark Lord in his Cloak of Invisibility so that no one could see either of them, and then the veil… The veil swishing back; the undeniable evidence of people passing through it, beneath the stone archway.

One moment, there. The next, gone. The dark aura of Voldemort's presence, gone. The coolness in the air, gone.

The whispers, silent.

Gone.

这里你以为是HE了对不对?

天真啊少年。

作者还有特殊的BE技巧,看得我心杠杠的。

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