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I know we're all up to our gills in fest fic--but here is a fantastic story outside of the fests. girl_tarte has written a dark, taut Snupin that is bursting at the seams with pain, regret, desperation...it's amazing. I recc'ed a story of hers before, and I am just enthralled with this one.

nothing here resets the clocks is fantastic. Definitely NC-17, dark, perhaps even grim, but this story is incandescent with desire and rage, it lights the hidden corners of the mind that both Severus and Remus would rather not reveal. It clicks into place with canon, filling in the cracks, slinking around the corners to illuminate the adult world behind Harry.

I could read this twenty times and find something new to shiver over every single time.

An excerpt:

Inevitably Black corners me in the hallway of Grimmauld Place, where I am, as usual, the first to arrive for the Order meeting. He looks like he wants to take my head off.

“Harry says you’ve stopped teaching him occlumency.”

“That’s a rather generous assessment. I would rather say that I have stopped demonstrating legilimency.”