Harry tries to put his life back together after the fall of Voldemort, but it’s more complicated than he thought. And he hadn’t counted on war changing everything around him so much.
Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy slash. NOT epilogue compliant.
Too sweet. Too slow. No Draco-snark. Everyone is nice. There's head-hopping in weird places.
The 17 year old boys ponder like they're 35, going on and on about trust and other such issues. Saying things like: "Our scars are only evidence of what we've done. They do not make us what we are. This means no more to me than the one on my forehead. I accept all of you, not just the parts that are most attractive." This, by the way, in the middle of getting in each other's pants. For the first time. @.@
It took me forever to get to 42%. Or it seemed like forever, anyway.
This is an immediate post-war fic with lots of plot, fluff and moderate amounts of gay panic. Well written overall, but I prefer my fic a little more character-driven/angsty, and with loads more awkwardness and snark.
This turned out to be an entertaining and engrossing D/H fic. The romance part is sweet and believable, the MCs are true to character, and there's some action and suspense as well. This was my first post-DH fanfic in which the mourning of the deaths is believable. In other fics e.g. Molly and George Weasley don't seem to be all that shaken by Fred's death, here they are. It's those "small" things that make a book quite good.