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Hush, by Sushi
Title: Hush
Author: Sushi
Rating: R
Story Link: http://wikdsushi.livejournal.com/33
Author’s Livejournal:wikdsushi
Author’s summary: For three years, Harry Potter has been able to see, feel, hear, smell, taste, and think. Without motion or voice, though, those around him strain to give him what he needs.
Length: short
Reviewer:painless_j
For three years Harry has been in St Mungo’s, completely paralysed and unable to speak. Snape is Legilimens, so he pays Harry regular visits to communicate with him. Every time Harry asks the same thing and every time Snape refuses. We can see only one side of the conversation, but it’s enough to show despair, irritation, and sparse tenderness, however uncomely it can seem for one Severus Snape. He is exemplary Snape-ish in this fic. Very moving story.
“The images paused. (Snape found himself listening to Granger droning on about the Killing Curse, and had a sudden urge to use it on himself.) When they fell away, they left only a grey fog and a chill that Snape felt even on his skin. He pursed his mouth.
"For Merlin's sake, boy," he whispered. "You can do it. You're too stubborn not to. Do you think I'd still bother to come here every day if I didn't think you were capable?"
Title: Hush
Author: Sushi
Rating: R
Story Link: http://wikdsushi.livejournal.com/33
Author’s Livejournal:
wikdsushiAuthor’s summary: For three years, Harry Potter has been able to see, feel, hear, smell, taste, and think. Without motion or voice, though, those around him strain to give him what he needs.
Length: short
Reviewer:
painless_jFor three years Harry has been in St Mungo’s, completely paralysed and unable to speak. Snape is Legilimens, so he pays Harry regular visits to communicate with him. Every time Harry asks the same thing and every time Snape refuses. We can see only one side of the conversation, but it’s enough to show despair, irritation, and sparse tenderness, however uncomely it can seem for one Severus Snape. He is exemplary Snape-ish in this fic. Very moving story.
“The images paused. (Snape found himself listening to Granger droning on about the Killing Curse, and had a sudden urge to use it on himself.) When they fell away, they left only a grey fog and a chill that Snape felt even on his skin. He pursed his mouth.
"For Merlin's sake, boy," he whispered. "You can do it. You're too stubborn not to. Do you think I'd still bother to come here every day if I didn't think you were capable?"
