I call this one,
"Read Between the Lines"
Yours truly,
Jen
The Snarry Shipper
~~HP/SS~~
Dear Mister Potter,
As you know, I am the author of many stories on this website. Most reviewers have been sincerely kind and helpful, considering everything. Others, however...
"Hmm..." Harry scratched his head. "That's interesting. Is he talking to me, or is he talking to his audience?" He asked the air, letting his question grow old.
The letter turned into a howler:
"This is to my AUDIENCE, Mister Potter. To all those who have written nasty bits, claiming that I am responsible for crime such as rape. Also, blue bunnies made an appearance, reporting that I am somehow past incompetence for their 'rules' which-by the way-are so bloody flimsy that even Merlin could misread them."
Harry jumped back in his seat. "But sir! How is this my-"
The howler continued, "Oh, it isn't your fault, Mister Potter. But I am warning the people that I have a voice. Do you all hear me? Have you had quite enough yet, you bitter fools? Did you think you could get away with it?"
Harry shook his head, "Mm, probably."
Severus Snape suddenly appeared in Harry's apartment. "I know." He sighed, "But the truth is, I'm a sick and twisted old git."
Harry replied, "An interesting, intelligent, and thoughtful git."
Snape smirked, "Indeed."
"And..." Harry bit his lip. "You've mistaken the rules-but at least you're not an incredibly negative human being who comments out of jealousy, misplaced anger, or some other form of stupidity." He smiled brightly.
Snape rolled his eyes. "Let them say what they want. Either way, they unraveled my bloody parchment, did they not? Mm, perhaps they like it."
Harry smirked back at the man. "You know that I love it."
Snape turned, apparating out. He couldn't wait to get back to his new AO3-his apartment, now. Oh, times have changed!
The End
