|Reviews for I Know Not, and I Cannot Know--Yet I Live and I Love|
| Itack23 chapter 1 . 5/4
I stayed speechless, reflecting about the meaning of life and of this story for a few minutes at the end...
It was an amazing fic, really bittersweet (cute moments or other that mde me smile for the sweet part, and others that almost made me cry for the bitter part)
I was really surprised that this OS is your only work (at least on FFN), it has such a quality in the emotions it transmits!
Really, thank you for sharing this story!
| AlienMuse chapter 1 . 4/26
love the characterization to bits
[your note about the sequel made me so happy! i found it by accident though, could you please maybe post it to the endnotes on ao3? seriously, the only reason I even know about the possibility of the sequel is that I desperately wished to find more works from you. there was _very_ _little probability you'd post on and not on ao3]
[oh, you do have it on your ao3 profile... the point still stands, though]
| Troys chapter 1 . 4/16
I just can’t continue to read when see Severus being such a disgusting jerk in the very beginning of this fic. If he were my teacher, honestly, I would never be able to resist the urge to kill him. 凸-凸
| Stranger chapter 1 . 4/8
Oh my god. This made me cry genuine tears, the good kind. Thank you for writing this, it's beautiful.
| Alex24 chapter 1 . 3/29
“Snape slumps down the front of the desk and the first coherent thought that crosses his mind is, "She must have been so afraid." He puts his face in his hands and lets out a single, heartbroken sob, feeling older than his predecessor ever was. He sits there, crumpled, for a long time.”
This was the first time that I have cried. And I had to stop reading for a couple minutes so I could coherently read.
“There is a deep pang of discomfort that wells up in Harry's chest, and he is taking sudden interest in the exact shape of his knuckles when he mutters, "Not like that, he didn't." Luna lets out a soft whimper, and he looks up, startled to see her mouth twisted into a pained frown. "He- He must have been so scared," she chokes out. Harry has seen cry before, the day they buried Dobby outside of Shell Cottage, but those were quiet, elegant tears, shed with an expression of dignity. Now, Luna brings her knees up to her nose, the pink glasses clutched against her chest and eyes squeezed tightly shut. A deep, ugly sob wells up out of her mouth, and despite how Luna is always smiling, always cheerful, Harry realizes suddenly that he is watching a little part of Luna Lovegood's heart break.”
This was the second time I have cried. The parallel to Professor Snape thrusting a dagger into my heart and turning it. My eyes are tearing up again just thinking about it.
"Do you think at least he knew?" she asks, the words nearly incomprehensible as she weeps. "In the end? Do you think he knew that we were both going to be alright?"
This may be considered either the third time I cried, or a continuation of the second. Yes, that’s what it was. I couldn’t stop crying. Your parallels twisted the knife in my heart laced with a feeling of desperate despair and uncontrollable anguish for the both of them.
But this. This next one. This next one ripped. Ripped. My heart out:
"I don't understand. Hermione told me what happened. She told me what happened to him and... And he didn't even fight back, did he? He was so sure he was going to die, it was like he didn't even think he deserved to live. Why didn't he fight back?!"
Is there anything to say. Is there anything that I can ever say to this. I do not frame these sentences as questions, because I know that I cannot ever fathom bearing words to say about something like this.
Oh, yes, I had to stop. I had to stop reading to get tissues and huddle in a ball as I cried my eyes out. I have no heart, you see, for it was ripped from my chest and placed amongst these very words. The words that this story holds, and the very same ones which you’ve profoundly written.
I do not want to write the rest of this whole page for your own sake, dear author. You’ve written them, so you know them. Also, I only need to say that, at the end, at that end which you’ve written, her telling Harry about the glasses, the crows, leaving the spectacles on Severus’ grave...and even now. I am so moved by this whole story.
It has shown how people can change, can grow, and can hope. Can learn to love again. “We must love ardently and always hope.” I certainly agree, completely, with my whole self. It is such a beautiful and true quote. And Harry’s eyes and Luna’s eyes “emerald green and grey like a storm in the springtime,” a parallel to the spring around them, and to the determination and power in Luna’s words in saying that she knows that those two things are the most important things one can ever do. That to base oneself around those two simple things is the most important way and most meaningful way one can live. And that, though Professor Snape and her had very two different exteriors, the both of them inside were doing the same thing all along. Severus just wasn’t aware of it. (The feelings that he couldn’t name.) But he loved and hoped in the end. He knew that he loved and he had hoped, in the end. And also, the parallel between the feelings Luna had of being his friend. That there wasn’t really as much of a name to pinpoint it as much as she had felt it. I love that. I love this. All of this. And guess what? You’re the first author to ever make me cry. The first author to ever make me truly learn from reading. I’ve learned so much from Luna and from Professor Snape’s experience of growth. And, that’s what matters most, isn’t it? As an author, the most important thing is to have a meaning of your work and to do good and to shed light into other’s hearts. The best authors are teachers. You, dear author, have achieved this profoundly. You have written a masterpiece, and I cannot thank you enough.
| Guest chapter 1 . 3/20
I don't post reviews often but this was one of the best fics I've read in a while. Thank you so much for making this. I never knew I need a Snape and Luna friendship fic before.
| Guest chapter 1 . 3/10
| Selene chapter 1 . 3/7
You have left me far too stunned to speak. I cannot even begin to praise this story in the least degree, and please know that this is the most heartfelt story I have ever read. Also thank you for Vulnera Santeur. It is my favorite spell and I really get the music behind it.
Very Sincerely Yours,
Selene Artemis Damien
| xhiris chapter 1 . 2/25
That... was... FANTASTIC!
| Mushishixxxholic chapter 1 . 2/20
| ncfeministb chapter 1 . 2/20
I read this a couple of years ago & saw it come up on r/HPfanfiction in a rec list today. I wasn't brave enough to re-read it because I distinctly remember reading this several years ago. (It was just me laying in bed at 3 in the morning bawling my eyes out.) I think if I was going to recommend one fanfiction for someone to read, even if they didn't read fic normally & were only going to read one, it would be this one.
| Booklover1314 chapter 1 . 2/18
that was beyond lovely
| Guest chapter 1 . 2/14
This fic is only 32k words but I cry like a baby witch very time. I’m not a Snape forgiver, but I still hope he thought similar to this during the war. Having hope for his students and wishing for a better future
| guest chapter 1 . 2/12
You made me cry. A lot.
God, this is just so beautiful. Snape trying the glasses on? The potion ingredients? The spells? Harry not understanding but still trying to comfort Luna? God. I just. This is an amazing fic.
| jessicatrudnick chapter 1 . 2/13
I don’t normally leave reviews for stories, but I don’t think a fan fiction has ever touched me so much. I was genuinely crying at the end. The brilliance of this story comes from your deep knowledge of the characters, Snape is complex and grey, he is not painted as a saint but a flawed caring man, Luna is completely in character never becoming too whimsical to understand but still staying just out of reach for the reader, even Harry is painted brilliantly at the end which is hard because his feelings about Snape must be so complex, people often forget about the constant verbal abuse of his students. This has to be the best fan fiction I have ever read, and I honestly consider it cannon now.