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Fic Rec: Antediluvia by zeitgeistic

Title: Antediluvia
Rating:NC-17 (barely)
Word Count:~56,000
Warnings: Some gory details recounted; some truer-to-life politics than I’d hoped; perhaps grey ethical decisions; Draco’s American cousin (he definitely triggers Draco); not a great deal of on-screen sex, sorry
Summary:Everyone always forgets about the Merpeople. So did Harry until the day his, Lee’s, and Hermione’s Portkeys land at Reagan National Airport’s Arrivals dais. He’s just had to leave a job he loves and pack his entire life—literally—into his luggage. Then Malfoy and his subplots arrive, and suddenly, saving the world again, one Mermaid at a time, sounds like the perfect excuse to do something he’s always wanted.

Why I loved it:Gah, this fic. I don’t even know if there are words to describe the absolute amazingness of this fic, but by golly gee, I’m going to try. First of all, don’t let the length of this fic scare you, because it is absolutely worth every single second spent reading it. I honestly wanted it to keep going forever. This fic is not only lovely as HP fanfic, but it contains such a timely theme and message (especially in this trying political climate…). I loved all of the magical theory and history, and the healthy dose of wizarding politics. It was fun to get to explore Washington D.C. with the whole cast of characters, and there were some great OCs. Draco and Harry's relationship developed so naturally, and felt true to form - not everything was perfect, but for some reason, it worked. Also, Harry has a briefcase that reminds me a lot of Newt’s, with his whole house, which I thought was a fun addition. Harry’s career here is quite unique here, and I do like unusual career!fic. So please, go check out this fic, if you haven’t already!

“What do you want? I was napping.”

“We’re here,” Harry said, raising an eyebrow. Mrs Black never slept. “You want to come out or are you going to stay locked up in my luggage the whole time?”

“Hmph,” she said, wrinkling her already wrinkled nose in distaste.

“It’s going to be dark again when I shut the trunk,” Harry reminded her. “And boring. There’s an art museum here we could pop over to later this week...”

“Fine,” she said, suspiciously quickly.

Harry hid his smirk as he lifted her frame from the wall and tucked it carefully under his arm, leaving just the curtains behind. His errands thus done, he set his clothes to follow him and climbed back up the ladder and out of his suitcase.


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Apr. 17th, 2017 04:25 pm (UTC)
Loved this one!
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