Or, Harry Potter and the Attack of the Eighties Cliches, or, The Confused Rooster Crows at Midnight, or, He's just mad because no one can understand him. In the vein of the everpopular The Softer Side of Snape... do not read this either.
In which Severus angsts, Harry acts like a brat, Luna giggles, Neville struts, and Dumbledore offers everyone a lemon drop. This is revolting. Co-authored with the illustrious DZ McKnight.
It's the eighties. Death Eaters, murder, memory potions, original characters, Billy Joel records, and random references to George Lucas abound. Beware.
Short fic. PostOoTP. Harry is running down a darkened hallway, thinking he's going to find Sirius alive at the other end. Does he?