They went free. Fever can be cured. Harry was cured first. And knew exactly what to do.

This isn't a version of that summer that I've come across before, but it fits remarkably well….

I'm soooo happy they went together

Wow, this story was... haunting. I love your writing style, and the plot was very unique and almost refreshing. It was really good, much more mature than most fanfiction out there. Very romantic, very tragic. Sort of reminded me of the french revolution and a lot of the classical sotries from that era. Basically, I loved it.

sequel to this story please

thank you love the story so far. more

updates please just getting

interesting.

That was a disturbing fic, very believable but definitely disturbing.

I never understand why some of your sheer brilliant work recieves less reviews than others ;)x

Good job. Lovely writing, as usual. You made me feel strong emotions throughout; anger at Ron for being so "fevered" and single-minded, anger at Hermione for her passivity, and that's a sign of good writing.

I definitely see the connection to the Red Scare or Salem Witch Trials.

I never thought I'd say this but... Stop it. Stop writing this fanfiction. The series has ended and you're STILL writing. Let it go, try something new.

I'm not saying this because it's bad, or because I'm tired of it: I'm saying it because honestly? You could write a real book and get it published, and it'd be bloody good too. Fanfiction is good for amatuers trying to get better, but you've already succeeded in doing that.

Go write something that belongs to you... And I'll just sit in a corner here and cry over the loss of an amazing fanfiction writer.

Just tell us when you get published, yeah?

Fucking amazing and bloody well written. Definitely one of your best.

This was intense. Very much so. Angsty, cry-worthy and so very... hopeless. Even at the end I cannot really believe that everything is going to turn good. Even if Harry and Draco manage to escape and nobody ever finds them and they live happily ever after - who is going to rescue the wizarding world of england from their fever? Who, if not Harry, is going to show them that they are completely wrong about close to everything? You made me fear for them as much as for Draco and Harry.

This was really, really good. It made you think and cry and desperate for a solution that does not seem to exist. Especially in contrast to most of your other, rather light-hearted stories, this writing and the idea was incredible. And the fact that you can pull off this as well as what you write most of the time is a testimony to your talent as a writer.

Thank you so much for this!

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Oh I wish you'd continue! Or maybe a sequel!

that was a very interesting interpretation. I like...very angsty, poor Ron, can't just let it go.

loved it

Your writing, as always, is such a pleasure to read- the descriptions were so subtly and acutely handled as to be natural reading, but the effectiveness and beauty of your language left the ugliness of these situations all the more bleak in contrast. The pacing felt slow to begin with (lethargic, and feverish, appropriately), but later raced along as Harry did.

Standing back, everything in this piece disagrees with me. Impossible that events could have turned out here, that every person in the crowd could be so zealous, bloodthirsty, that specific characters (Ron, Hermione, even Draco) could each have gone what-is-arguably-crazy as fractured results of society, and then that Harry could be craziest of all, and break from it. From a distance, or interrupted, I can't believe it. But in the course of the narrative, you've made every inch and line convincing; more than convincing, even, they seem inevitable. What a masterpiece of perspective is this, and it translates just as well to plenty of impossible things in our own history books- if not as a sympathetic portrait, because that wouldn't feel honest, either.

You convinced me at the beginning that Harry was going to lose and Draco was going to die, and my lack of faith in the fate of the characters made it even more uplifting to see them succeed, in the end. This isn't a happy story- as easily as not, it still feels like it could have gone another way- but the danger of losing them, even as a reader, lets their freedom be that much brighter, and immediate, and real. I feel like they deserve it. And I feel like, if it weren't for a narrow streak of perfect luck, they wouldn't have it. And irrationally, I feel like the two of them surviving is equal, in other stories, to saving the human race. It's the relief that humanity goes on and prospers, the conviction that decency still has a place, that the good guys- the real ones, even the fact that there is such a thing as a good guy and separate from the historical victor- won and will keep on winning.

You've ended it exactly where it ought to be done. We have a very clear picture of what their future will look like, but no details to slice away at this greathuge leftover gut sense of hope and potential. I can't tell you how much I appreciate your instinct for storytelling (and untelling).

Also, it's so handsomely done that I've got to address how you handled the slash component: too often, stories feel contrived as an excuse to throw two reluctant personalities together, and they end as soon as the present danger is resolved but leave the characters with nothing for the future, and no reason to keep anything but no reason to change it. In this one, Harry and Draco seem to have found each other as an obvious result of the situations they've been put in, but with an even bigger helping of chance. You're unapologetic, they're unquestioning- which in this case is quite right, and any attempt to address or qualify their association would read awkwardly if it didn't ruin the tone entirely. Better still, there's no craving for explanation of where they stand or where they're going; we have it implicitly.

You have given us a story so explicit and absorbing and silently structured that we're pulled into accepting and understanding impossibilities of humanity as the fact they sometimes are, without room for doubt or disbelief. We live the nightmare, and don't mind it, because the tale is so elaborately and beautifully told- despite romantic and colorful description, the piece feels sparse and basic and very deeply personal because you've left out all the spare details, and told the story of the decline of a nation with focus on only one boy and his idea. But beyond that, you've left us with all the ambiguity we need to fill in how we please, and strong hints to a long and happy ending, of a sort.

I love it. I appreciate it. And I'm very grateful to you for the experience of reading it. Thank you for everything you've written so far, and I look forward (very very much) to what you'll give us in the future.