It's kind of like Fawkes, in a way...

*sits down on stool, picks up acoustic guitar, strums*

Your comments have to wait
I hope you guys don't hate me
I've got too much on my plate
I hope you understand...
When I tried some speculating
The backlash made me sick*,
So I'll do my speculating
In a fic...

My apologies to the late Jim Croce, but I just couldn't resist. :)

Anyway, here's the fic, created from the smouldering ashes of the Evil James Theory of a few posts back. Not that I ever, in spite of what might have seemed to be the natural conclusion of my argument, believed James to be entirely evil and devoid of all compassion, loyalty, courage or other redeeming features. As Sting said, I hear the Russians love their children too... but I digress. Anyway, I think those who worried that my intent was to demonize James in order to make Snape look good might be pleasantly surprised by this story. Or not. Decide for yourself.

( FIC: Bewitching The Mind, Ensnaring The Senses )

Comments and criticisms welcomed.

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* I mean that literally. Headaches and nausea, to be precise. However, I appear to be a masochist of some sort, because I still love my fandom. Especially when it inspires me to lovely heroic thoughts about Neville. *hugs Neville*