you wrote and completed this over 10 years ago, and even though it's been so long I feel like i have to review. I've read a lot of dramione fics and this one hit me hard. I stayed awake most of the night reading! there's something so real and raw about this and damn it has become a quick favourite. xxx

The Ravenclaw in me wants to learn so who am I to refuse it _

You are a fantastic writer! I really enjoy the uniqueness of this story, and how you've managed to convey the imperfection of their relationship.

It's good, but you keep using the word 'toleration' which isn't actually a word at all. The word you want is 'tolerance'.

Yes, I know, ten years too late..but what I loved about this story is your way of embracing the reality of loss. It's not sugar-coated, and even if this is in the HP verse, the substance of it is very real. So, thank you! I also love the attention to detail in your writing- it's something I'm always striving for myself, and I think reading this really helped push myself in my own story I'm working on. I hope you'll post something again sometime!

Just completed this fic.
I know a tad too late.

There is something inherently good about this fic. I have lost interest, thought the situation to be too far fetched but in the end finished it. I closed the window mid chapter not able to take any longer but still returning again. it has its flaws but the style of writing does catch my attention. Loved the portrayal of Hermione struggling with the aftereffects of war. the author said so less but conveyed so much. Ron and Hermione's relationship is enchantingly haunting. Draco does what he is supposed to do. The is apt not glossing over the wounds. A realistic story that needs to be more popular.

P.S.- most of the reviewers seem to point out your mistake and fallacy in using such complex history and philosophy with utter 'carelessness'

JESUS CHRIST. I AM SO LATE TO THIS FIC BUT THIS IS THE FIRST FIC THAT HAS ACTUALLY HAD ME IN TEARS. IT'S SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN AND INTRICATE ADN GAH I LOVE IT

I really hope you save Snape somehow; he was always one of my favorites. I'm looking forward to reading more as Hermione and Draco's relationship evolves.

I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this a great deal; I can't wait to read more!

me gusto la historia

I loved this fic. The name caught my attention- I was a philosophy major in college. There are surprisingly few fics that draw parallels to the prejudices and hatred of our own history. It was was so tortured and real, the loss was tangible. The characters felt genuine and, though it wasn't an "upper" by any sense, its vulnerability made for a good read. Thanks.

I simply cannot get over just how incredibly worthless and stupid your fanfic is and how stupid you must be to have written such a lengthy fanfic without ever having read any of Nietzsche's books and taken everything out of context. This isn't philosophy and your writing on war is just as awful. Nothing about the outdated nonsense in Crime and Punishment had anything to do with Nietzsche's conceptualization of the Ubermensch. Since you've seen fit not to reply to me, it's evident that you have nothing of value to say about your stupidity and your stupid decision to make this godawful piece of crap fanfic that shows an ignorance towards real philosophy and masquerades as real philosophy.

Your views on Nietzsche and philosophy are so godawful and juvenile that I can't help but laugh and feel disgusted at the same time. Also, sincerely, please never write again, since you're too lazy and dumb to do proper research, never mind that you never bothered to read either of the works cited in your story, despite saying your Hermione was familiar with them. How completely arrogant and stupid of you. Shows your true nature as a person. Arrogant, stupid, and full of themselves.

Hello,
This comment is awfully late, seeing as I've read The Nietzsche Classes five times now, but I felt the need to tell you how incredible it is anyway. This story is original, heart wrenchingly beautiful, realistic and it involves philosophy and literature, two of my most favourite things ever. I also love your writing style and the way you linked Crime and Punishment to Nietzsche. Perhaps if I'm still feeling brave/social when I've had some sleep I might ask your opinion on Dostoevski and his books - but it isn't likely.
Sincerely,
Me

Since you probably think I am some self-absorbed snob who is whining, here are some actual quotes from Thus Spake;Zarathustra.

Moreover, It should be firmly stated that Nietzsche himself praised Jewish people as the superior race (during his time, it was believed by philologists the religious beliefs showed the full capabilities of specific ethnic groups; a stupid idea to be sure, but Darwin's facts about evolution was still a new concept to many) and so was not an anti-semite like his sister.

Actual quotes from Nietzsche regarding the Ubermensch, which you've never read with your stupid, oversimplified piece of crap fanfic:

Creating—that is the great salvation from suffering,
and life’s alleviation. But for the creator to appear, suffering itself is needed, and much transformation.
Yea, much bitter dying must there be in your life, ye
creators! Thus are ye advocates and justifiers of all
perishableness.
For the creator himself to be the new-born child, he
must also be willing to be the child-bearer, and endure
the pangs of the child-bearer.
Verily, through a hundred souls went I my way, and
through a hundred cradles and birth-throes.
Many a farewell have I taken; I know the heart-breaking last hours.
But so willeth it my creating Will, my fate. Or, to tell
you it more candidly: just such a fate—willeth my will.
All feeling suffereth in me, and is in prison: but my
willing ever cometh to me as mine emancipator and comforter.
Willing emancipateth: that is the true doctrine of will
and emancipation—so teacheth you Zarathustra.
No longer willing, and no longer valuing, and no longer
creating! Ah, that that great debility may ever be far
from me!
And also in discerning do I feel only my will’s procreating and evolving delight;
and if there be innocence in my
knowledge, it is because there is will to procreation in it.
Away from God and Gods did this will allure me; what
would there be to create if there were—Gods!
But to man doth it ever impel me anew, my fervent
creative will; thus impelleth it the hammer to the stone.
Ah, ye men, within the stone slumbereth an image for
me, the image of my visions! Ah, that it should slumber
in the hardest, ugliest stone!
Now rageth my hammer ruthlessly against its prison.
From the stone fly the fragments: what’s that to me?
I will complete it: for a shadow came unto me—the
stillest and lightest of all things once came unto me!
The beauty of the Superman came unto me as a shadow.
Ah, my brethren! Of what account now are—the Gods to
me!—
Thus spake Zarathustra, page 85- 86, Commons edition.

Lo, I teach you the Superman: he is that sea; in him
can your great contempt be submerged.
What is the greatest thing ye can experience? It is the
hour of great contempt. The hour in which even your
happiness becometh loathsome unto you, and so also
your reason and virtue.
The hour when ye say: “What good is my happiness! It
is poverty and pollution and wretched self-complacency.
But my happiness should justify existence itself!”
The hour when ye say: “What good is my reason! Doth
it long for knowledge as the lion for his food?
It is poverty and pollution and wretched self-complacency!”
The hour when ye say: “What good is my virtue! As yet
it hath not made me passionate. How weary I am of my
good and my bad! It is all poverty and pollution and
wretched self-complacency!”
The hour when ye say: “What good is my justice! I do
not see that I am fervour and fuel. The just, however, are
fervour and fuel!”
The hour when we say: “What good is my pity! Is not
pity the cross on which he is nailed who loveth man? But
my pity is not a crucifixion.”
Have ye ever spoken thus? Have ye ever cried thus? Ah!
would that I had heard you crying thus!
It is not your sin—it is your self-satisfaction that crieth
unto heaven; your very sparingness in sin crieth unto
heaven!
Where is the lightning to lick you with its tongue?
Where is the frenzy with which ye should be inoculated?
Lo, I teach you the Superman: he is that lightning, he
is that frenzy! - Thus Spake;Zarathustra, page 23.

And when I offered my holiest as a sacrifice, immediately did your “piety” put its fatter gifts beside it: so
that my holiest suffocated in the fumes of your fat.
And once did I want to dance as I had never yet danced:
beyond all heavens did I want to dance. Then did ye
seduce my favourite minstrel.
And now hath he struck up an awful, melancholy air;
alas, he tooted as a mournful horn to mine ear!
Murderous minstrel, instrument of evil, most innocent
instrument! Already did I stand prepared for the best
dance: then didst thou slay my rapture with thy tones!
Only in the dance do I know how to speak the parable
of the highest things:—and now hath my grandest parable remained unspoken in my limbs!
Unspoken and unrealised hath my highest hope remained! And there have perished for me all the visions
and consolations of my youth!
How did I ever bear it? How did I survive and surmount
such wounds? How did my soul rise again out of those
sepulchres?
Yea, something invulnerable, unburiable is with me,
something that would rend rocks asunder: it is called my
will. Silently doth it proceed, and unchanged throughout
the years.
Its course will it go upon my feet, mine old Will; hard
of heart is its nature and invulnerable.
Invulnerable am I only in my heel. Ever livest thou
there, and art like thyself, thou most patient one! Ever
hast thou burst all shackles of the tomb!
In thee still liveth also the unrealisedness of my youth;
and as life and youth sittest thou here hopeful on the
yellow ruins of graves.
Yea, thou art still for me the demolisher of all graves:
Hail to thee, my Will! And only where there are graves are
there resurrections.—
Thus sang Zarathustra, page 108

There's a lot more material, of course. Not that you would know since you settled for such a stupid, simplistic, strawman approach to a highly regarded philosopher. It's utterly annoying to see someone write the topic title about such subject matter, display quotes without proper context, and act as if they actually know what the philosopher was talking about while totally misrepresenting their views and calling anyone who points this out a "purist" as if to imply CRITICISM FOR YOUR STUPIDITY is something that should be given derision because YOU DIDN'T DO ANY DAMN RESEARCH before making this craptastic fanfic.

Completely disgusting. I loathe this fanfic with a burning passion. You write Hermione's characterization well, but the idea that Crime and Punishment was ever accurate in understanding human violence is laughable. Psychology from the 1950s to now have sufficiently dispelled the myth of Crime and Punishment and you actually tried to act as if they were related with an utterly simplistic, stupid presentation of Nietzsche's philosophy that idiots on here praise you for because, by their own admission, they never read him - something you have in common with them.

I am being completely sincere when I say that you should never write another fanfic and never become a writer, ever again. Especially since you don't do any damn research.

Your fanfic was the absolute worst pile of garbage I've had the displeasure of being fooled into believing would be interesting. Good day.

That is not the Ubermensch. You've clearly never read it. You can mock people as "Nietzsche and Dostoevsky purists" but that's just an attack on people and not their arguments.

Adolf Hitler didn't read Nietzsche, he read Will to Power, written by Nietzsche's sister, a Nazi sympathizer. This has been confirmed by historians and philosophers who researched this information. Hitler read Schopenhaur, not Nietzsche. He quoted Nietzsche in his speeches based on what his writing staff gave him to promote Nietzsche's sister's anti-Jewish rhetoric that worked in tandem with his own.

Nietzsche's ubermensch was not about having power with no consequences, that's a completely pathetic strawman made-up by Christian pastors who hated him for being anti-Christian.

The Ubermensch doesn't FOLLOW the Everyday man who has no deep purpose and constantly wonders what their life's meaning is. The Ubermensch follows after their WORK, their purpose in life, ignoring the everyday people and goes through suffering to achieve their own great goal for their own self-satisfaction and allows themselves to die at the right moment.

I'm completely disgusted and disappointed in this crap fanfic. Please never write again. You don't know anything about philosophy, you clearly only do surface level research, and it's an embarrassment to read.