Yes, I'm making a rec post -- time to check the pork for pinions! But it's true. Just as I was concluding that I had fallen into a slump, that the dearth of Severus/Harry slash would never relent, and wondering gloomily whether my favourite pairing was gone forever, along came Penumbra.
Conduits of Sorcery is a wonderful future-story, wherein the Triwizard Tournament has returned to Hogwarts and Harry Potter with it; this time, thankfully, not as participant but as one of the Ministry wizards in charge of the challenges. Burnt out on professional Quidditch and beginning to realise his own unhappiness, he nonetheless finds little rest at Hogwarts, for Lucius Malfoy--head of the Tournament--is up to something sinister.
Aside from a beautiful work-up and achingly erotic sex scenes, I love this story because This. Is. My. Snape. Broken, bitter, stubborn, awkward, scarred, pragmatic, ruthless, and unthanked, a flawed but not hopeless character. Furthermore, this is my Dumbledore, a man who, in Snape's own words, believes in healing no matter the pain it causes, and who is far from the kindly old coot he projects, while still a good, even great, man. And I like to think this is my Harry, a man who has had time to learn that there are shades of grey, and that happiness requires effort -- this is who I hope canon Harry can become.
Egad, I love this story.