This rec is brought to you with tears still cooling on my face. I know that I said that I have never really outright cried for a fic before, and that's true. The most one has been able to do is squeeze a few tears. But this one had me literally crying, and more than once.
This fic is annoying and beautiful, it's agonizing and pure, it's all these things that Draco and Harry are melded into one.
Harry is portrayed so well that you want to smack him. He does his thing where he goes around in circles and never truly gets to what he's supposed to until it's almost too late. Several times this happens and you want to yell and scream and make him see reason, and it's truly a humbling experience to see someone portray Harry so well.
The story itself is... there just aren't words, really. It's the kind of story that burns a place on your heart, forcing you to carry it with you through the rest of your days. Even when the mind forgets and forces it back, it's still there just on the edges waiting to be remembered, waiting to bring a smile to your face.
It also instills a longing, a desire to be able to produce something so amazingly perfect. You wish for the talent and mind to produce a story that can stand in the same field as this one and be neither better nor worse, but equal.
It's a roller coaster and it has sent me on many ups and downs that will surely be with me the rest of the day. Other fics will pile on top of this one, but just like the first fic I ever read... this one will not be forgotten.
I recommend it with a ferocity that I'm almost scared to admit in having.
Read it. You'll forget where you are.
(Now, I will admit there are a few mistakes in the writing. Words that shouldn't have been there or were used with the wrong suffix and such. And there were a few parts where I had to stop and wonder if the author had really thought about what they were writing. This, however, is minimal and easily glossed over.
The writing is not perfect, but that is what makes it that more endearing. Literal perfection falls short in the face of metaphorical perfection. In the end, all that matters is the story, and this one is heartbreakingly good.)Finite Incantatum by Alysian_Fields