"There was silence, and Harry bolted through the portrait-hole, closing it quickly behind him."
Sorry, but since Harry is in fact a Slytherin, he should be entering his own common room through a stretch of blank wall in the dungeons (wasn't this in the second book, when they tail Malfoy with the Polyjuice potion? I could be wrong...), rather than a portrait, which is Gryffindor's common room door. An easy mistake to make, right? Oh well.
On the other hand, I absolutely love this story. I think this is probably the most amazing, amusing, and utterly individual piece I've come across in the Harry Potter setting (Or, you know. Anywhere in fanfiction). If the books had gone like this, I would have died from joy. You have a wonderful way with words and a rare talent for stringing them together into downright beautiful stories.
Seriously, I hate having to put this story away to do other things (school, sleeping, eating, how important are they anyway when Harry could be facing Quirrell and the mirror of Ynitsed?), and come back to it often. This is one of those stories you CAN'T PUT DOWN.
Really, good job. People have such wonderfully individual writing styles, like fingerprints, but you're one of a small group of people that makes me sad that it has to be so. If more people could write like this...
Pretty high praise for a work of fanfiction, right? But it's well deserved. Very well written.
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Sorry, but since Harry is in fact a Slytherin, he should be entering his own common room through a stretch of blank wall in the dungeons (wasn't this in the second book, when they tail Malfoy with the Polyjuice potion? I could be wrong...), rather than a portrait, which is Gryffindor's common room door. An easy mistake to make, right? Oh well.
On the other hand, I absolutely love this story. I think this is probably the most amazing, amusing, and utterly individual piece I've come across in the Harry Potter setting (Or, you know. Anywhere in fanfiction). If the books had gone like this, I would have died from joy. You have a wonderful way with words and a rare talent for stringing them together into downright beautiful stories.
Seriously, I hate having to put this story away to do other things (school, sleeping, eating, how important are they anyway when Harry could be facing Quirrell and the mirror of Ynitsed?), and come back to it often. This is one of those stories you CAN'T PUT DOWN.
Really, good job. People have such wonderfully individual writing styles, like fingerprints, but you're one of a small group of people that makes me sad that it has to be so. If more people could write like this...
Pretty high praise for a work of fanfiction, right? But it's well deserved. Very well written.