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  1. Rec 33

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    A multimedia AU where Star Trek is a spaceship-themed reality show on PBS.

    Told through tweets, video transcripts, TV recaps and more, we follow the crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise as they spend six weeks together on a simulated space voyage.

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    28 Mar 2020

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    SLOW CLAP FOR THIS, ALL MY RESPECT

  2. Rec *

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    Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

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    09 Mar 2020

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    "You're not wearing your wedding ring," Narcissa observes, and Harry glances at Malfoy's hand. Narcissa doesn't miss a thing, he thinks wryly.

    "I never do," Malfoy says, not turning his gaze from the portrait.

    Several expressions shift over Narcissa's face, difficult to observe in the flickering firelight. She drops her hand from the necklace and changes topics. "Well, seeing as you're so interested in portraits, you'll be sitting for your next one in a few months. I thought the conservatory would make a nice backdrop."

    Malfoy nods. Narcissa presses on.

    "And perhaps a quote, carved into the frame? You'll have to give it some careful thought. Your father selected a Seneca quote about power, if I recall correctly. Perhaps you'll choose something similar?"

    "I've got something in mind," Malfoy says.

    "Yes?" Narcissa tilts her head expectantly. "Tell me, I'll be sure to tell the framer."

    "We cannot accept," Malfoy says, "what we do not choose."

    Narcissa is silent.

    Malfoy crosses the room in a short number of strides and leaves, his footsteps fading down the hallway, and the memory dissolves to nothing.

    Harry's not sure what he should make of it.

     

    I DON'T KNOW HARRY
    WHAT COULD IT POSSIBLY MEAN
    HOW ARE YOU AN AUROR

  3. Rec *

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    'You're a wizard, Harry' is easier to hear from a half-giant when you're eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you're seventeen and late for work.

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    02 Mar 2020

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    The strangers were conspicuous and improbable on the tube platform: two boys and a girl, all of them staring at Harry like he was an unattended rucksack that had just begun ticking. Something about them was off. Something about them struck a strange yet familiar chord right below Harry’s throat.

    One of the boys — tall, blond, pinched expression — stared right into Harry’s face. “Are you Harry Potter?” he demanded, his accent akin to Joanna Lumley’s Etonian nephew.

    Harry scanned his oddly-cut fine dark wool coat and his shiny shoes and disliked him on sight. “Who’s asking?”

    Posh Bloke straightened up, long nose wrinkling. “I think you’ll find—”

    “Malfoy, not now. We don’t have much time,” said the girl, dark-skinned with bushy hair and rather large front teeth. She sounded nearly as posh as the other one — what the fuck was Harry doing, getting harangued by toffs of a Wednesday morning? Jesus Christ, he was going to be late to work because these arseholes were bored.

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    "I’d like it better if I didn’t have to do this incredibly foolish thing at all,” Draco muttered.

    “You’ve done lots of foolish things. This can’t be worse than that time when we were seven and you —”

    “No,” Draco demanded. Across the room, Potter’s head had perked up and tilted towards them, like an intrigued owl.

    “Stole Pansy Parkinson’s pinafore and —”

    “Do, do shut the fuck up,” Draco hissed, pushing Neville towards the lavatory and away from Potter’s gleaming eyes.

    “You were the one who wanted to join the mermaids,” Neville reasoned.

  4. Rec *

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    Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

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    26 Feb 2020

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    And, finally: They are not COCONUT BLIZZARDS, you terrible useless shell of a man. Have you no decency? Have you no soul? Coconut Blizzards are a garbage biscuit forged in the pits of hell and have no place in the home of an upstanding small business owner such as myself. I will have Cocoa Glaciers or I will have NOTHING. (But if your contact does have them, tell her I’ll give her twice what they’re worth and never breathe a word of it to anyone.)

    You don’t deserve a proper sign-off and I refuse to write you one. Coconut Blizzards. Honestly.

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    "But still—I mean—Dumbledore—” Draco shakes his head, eyes wide against the shock. “Not a single indication! Not an iota of disclosure! Not a hint, not an inkling, not a single nod in any of those benighted speeches to the near and queer amongst us! You’re just going to tell me this now, after the fact, and expect me to believe he was simply walking around Hogwarts, gay as a bird, that whole time?”

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    “Is this like a play?” Harry says, dry, his eyebrows climbing. “Am I supposed to do parts, or do I just stand here and clap when you’re done talking?”

    ***

    Harry feels relief settle over his shoulders, sweet and simple and long since coming.

    Harry’s not crazy. Draco’s not crazy, either. Or, if they are, then the word means — flawed and complicated and wounded and human, and if that’s true than everyone’s crazy, so no one really is. Maybe Harry isn’t a well-adjusted person. Maybe he has lost years to a pervasive fog, thick around his head and heart, that bled away the things he felt so easily when he was young without his even noticing: so what? It doesn’t mean that he’s beyond repair, that he’s hurting anyone, that there’s anything wrong with him. It just means that this is the person he turns out to be, that’s all. It just means that this is what he’s got.

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    “I’m twenty-eight!” Harry said. “I’ve been an Auror for ten years! You want me to go back to Hogwarts now?"

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    19 Feb 2020

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    "I think it’s cute, actually,” Luna said, sipping her tea. They all stared at her. She blinked back. “He’s still got such a crush on you after all this time.”

    Nobody said anything for a long moment.

    “Um,” Harry said. “What?”

    “Well, it’s really obvious, isn’t it, when you look back,” Luna said. “He never believed any of it. Voldemort, I mean. He just wanted to make you notice him. He was so unhappy when he really had to join the Death Eaters.”

    They all sat in total silence for another ten minutes as years of nonstop tormenting and harassment marched through all their heads, suddenly turned upside down. Ron finally said, blankly, “He’s mental.”

    “I think he’s not very good at handling it, when he can’t have something he wants,” Luna said.

    “Oh, he’s going to get what he wants,” Harry said, in dawning fierce intensity. “He’s going to get it right up the—"

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