| nyxfixx ( @ 2005-06-21 01:48:00 |
Author’s Notes:
Summary: How did Sirius Black spend twelve years in Azkaban and come out relatively sane at the end, when many others in his situation went mad or died of despair in a matter of weeks?
What is identity? How is it formed, and how can it be defended? A Feast in Azkaban examines those twelve years, and all the other years that may have had a bearing on the question.
Timeline: 1967 through 1993, non-sequentially
Spoilers: PS, CoS, PoA
Rating: R
Warnings: Murder, torture, suicide, rape, foul language, psychic assault, death. I’ll be honest. There are some very disturbing elements throughout this story. Beware.
On the other hand, many of these things do occur ‘offstage’, so to speak; though some do not. All are integral to the plot, and none are handled in a light or flippant manner. Though there are dark threads in this story, it is not, in my opinion, a thematically dark story at all. But I’ll leave the final determination on that to the readers.
Feedback: Always. Always to my very great pleasure and greater gratitude.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, events or plotlines. No profit is being made.
Notes: This is a very large fic – it runs about 60 thousand words. There are 12 sections of varying lengths plus an epilogue. It is complete, not a WIP - but to avoid flooding my flist, I plan to post only one or two parts a night. Any suggestions for improvements to this plan will be welcomed!
Dedication: Nine months ago, I posted an innocent looking notice to the Yahoo SB/RL list asking for a beta for a ‘dark’ fic I was working on.
Several kind souls responded, but one in particular took on the monstrous task of editing this fic (and contributing much to the quality of the fic as well as the continued sanity of its author) without fear and with constant patience, taste, discernment, nerves of steel and great good sense. This individual became an indispensable beta, one woman rooting section, and very good friend in the process. Thank you, Professor Cricket, goddess of the right word at the right time. Thank you for taking this long, long journey with me and for making it better, every step of the way.
PS - I'll be returning your half of the brain Friday night, ok?