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Nightingale by michi_thekiller
Title: Nightingale
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michi_thekiller
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 62,000 Aprox.
Summary: God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages. -Jacques Deval
Warning(s): his fic contains depictions of sexual dynamics that many readers may find extremely disturbing, and, well, traumatic. That's half the point. But don't say we didn't warn you.
This is one of those stories that took me ages to decide to read, but not because of the warnings, though there's that, but mostly because of everything that was said about it.
It's true that this story is heart-aching. During the war, Draco's mind was tortured beyond limits, and he has now the awareness of a child.
And it's that, the story of Harry and Draco. It moves back and forth, from them being at Hogwarts on their sixth year, fighting constantly, literally and bloodily, to the start of their relationship, to the present, with Draco in this child-like condition.
It's painful, very much so, the loneliness in which Harry lives, even now that he has Draco. There is this line that struck me deeply, well, there are many, many parts of this story that are vivid in my mind but "They were always so worried about that, about him being alone. As if there wasn't a difference between alone and lonely."
That is part of what makes it so aching, that Harry is sort of living half a life, half the real life, and half the life he's always pretending, inside his mind.
It's beautiful though, as shocking as some parts are, it's a gorgeous story, and if you read it, and you should, it will stay with you for a long time.
Author:
michi_thekillerRating: NC 17
Word Count: 62,000 Aprox.
Summary: God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages. -Jacques Deval
Warning(s): his fic contains depictions of sexual dynamics that many readers may find extremely disturbing, and, well, traumatic. That's half the point. But don't say we didn't warn you.
This is one of those stories that took me ages to decide to read, but not because of the warnings, though there's that, but mostly because of everything that was said about it.
It's true that this story is heart-aching. During the war, Draco's mind was tortured beyond limits, and he has now the awareness of a child.
And it's that, the story of Harry and Draco. It moves back and forth, from them being at Hogwarts on their sixth year, fighting constantly, literally and bloodily, to the start of their relationship, to the present, with Draco in this child-like condition.
It's painful, very much so, the loneliness in which Harry lives, even now that he has Draco. There is this line that struck me deeply, well, there are many, many parts of this story that are vivid in my mind but "They were always so worried about that, about him being alone. As if there wasn't a difference between alone and lonely."
That is part of what makes it so aching, that Harry is sort of living half a life, half the real life, and half the life he's always pretending, inside his mind.
It's beautiful though, as shocking as some parts are, it's a gorgeous story, and if you read it, and you should, it will stay with you for a long time.