~ Happy reading ~
Ok, ladies and gentlemen. It's Rectober on LiveJournal which means everybody recommend their favourite fanfictions. As I'm kind of slow with reading books again (yeah, IDK how that could happen ;) I thought about sharing these posts with you.
So, you can see that I'm still reading and doing things. :D
Title: Sparks from the Fox’s Tail
Pairing(s) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Word Count: 17.247
Tags: Finland (Country), Magic, Finnish Magic, Bees, Finnish Mythology and Folklore
Summary: Draco is frustrated with his career as a travel writer, when a mini-tirade from Mrs Weasley and an encounter with the portrait of an intrepid great-great-great-aunt lead him to Finland to study wandless magic. Harry is – just being contrary and following his sweet-tooth, or taking the subtle route to saving the world?
Why I loved it:
I need to speak verbosely here. I read Sparks from the Fox’s Tail for the first time when I had the ambition to read all of this year’s Summer Fan Poll Award stories. It had been categorized into Drama-Angst which was imo, sorry to say that, rubbish. This story was not a typical drama or angst fic (no wonder, it didn’t win a price though it should have). It’s a fic about Draco coming to terms with his life, his past and what he wants to do with himself.
I loved it so much because it’s beautifully written. The words are tender and soft but oh so powerful. My imagination ran wild while reading it. I saw this place where Draco lived with Mielikki, Antero, Aamu and Tuisku literally before my eyes. The green woods, the lake, the sauna, their guest house.
Then there were the side characters. They were warmhearted, very straightforward and Draco, who became Kauko Lohikäärme- the dragon from far away, could only love them. While Draco fell for Harry when he found his way to Finland too, I fell for Finland and its mythology and its traditions.
I’m sure most of you have read Sparks from the Fox’s Tail already but if not, go and have a look. It’s so worth it. Whenever I’m in the mood for something dreamlike and mystic, I re-read it.
Excerpt: How could he have forgotten Harry’s scar? Even with the Dark Lord dead and gone all these years, the scars remained. And then Draco was angry. Angry at the long reach of evil, that stretched from beyond the grave to cast its shadow over their youth. He began the incantation to send it far away:
Thee I conjure away into moaning hills, into sighing firs, to the top of a copper hill, to a copper mountain peak, where the clouds surround the hill, a steam rolls over the stones, into an iron mountain rift, into the space between two rocks.
Wrath powered the words of command:
Tormentor, shriek, O Nightmare, howl, in the deep valleys of the hills, in the fine mountain cleft, whence all thy life thou won't escape, wilt never extricate thyself.
His words rang in the air. When his eyes focused again, he noticed that he was shaking. Harry was staring at him, wide-eyed.