Madness from the far recesses of Hermione’s mind. Psychosis and PTSD are not just for muggles.
Happy Holidays everyone!
And to celebrate, I announce that House at Row’s Edge is officially beginning to post, one chapter every Saturday. If you haven’t been following the sneak peeks, House is a little story about Hermione remembering their love story after Snape obliviates her.
It’s a tragedy, and I admit to it up-front. The draw isn’t what happens, but how it happens, as the story begins at the end of things. It’s similar to the movie Momento, I’m told. I promise it’s suspense-filled and delicious!
I want to write about the Weasleys, I really do.
And I even have a good collection of personally endured hijinks to tell about, but there’s really one roadblock that’s stopping my plans: JKR made them too clean!
If you’ve ever hung out around any teenagers, be it British, American, or any other form, you know how vulgar they are. Everything’s a “bit shit” and “fucking awful”, everyone’s a “wanker” or “has nice tits.” But JKR has written all the Harry Potter cast to be squeaky clean with not a word of profanity other than “Merlin” or an occasional bloody—and no one can fault her for making teenagers seem so unrealistically wholesome because her audience is so young.
But I mean, what’s “Merlin” supposed to be anyway?
Fake profanity just doesn’t have the same punch as real profanity—just look at Battlestar Galactica and the weirdness that is “fack”.
As a fic writer, this is so difficult, because I want to write the Weasleys as true and real teenagers who party out all night and have most excellent stories about getting stranded in the middle of nowhere, but it sounds freakishly out of character for them to be “fucking tired” of Mama Weasley. And just about as unreal as it is for them to be enjoying debauchery without a single profane word, actually.
Doesn’t seem to line up, you know. What’s your take?
I’ve finally finished!
It’s like birthing a large literary child, but I’ve done it!
I feel like I may have made a distinctly unpopular choice with the ending and crushed some hopes, but honestly—Snape+Hermione running off in the distance is too weird to be satisfying; I just can’t picture it.
Rewind dragged a bit long for me, having taken so long from inception to now. So long, that I confess to losing interest toward the end. I lost my eloquence and desire for the story and it’s fairly obvious, but I hope that the end product isn’t too disappointing.
With this fic, I really just wanted to show that love is a great fortune and two people can have a true meeting of minds but still fail because they’re not in a position to cultivate that love. Love calls for great personal change(as discussed in one of the chapters)—which Severus just couldn’t give. Sometimes, you have to let it get away.
And Hermione doesn’t let it go, as she chooses to stay with him in the epilogue, but that’s a questionable choice. A romantic and noble and heartbreaking choice, but questionable all the same since she’s torturing herself emotionally by living the fact again and again that she can’t ever have him.
It’s a “neat” and symmetric story, and I’m happy with the way it’s wrapped itself in circles. What are your thoughts?