O all-knowing internet hive-mind: Please to point me to where I could find some Severus/Harry icons? I am commenting on enough Snarry these days that I actually feel the need to have a dedicated icon or two for the purpose.

ETA: I am hoping to get links to communities where I could find this sort of thing, or individual icon-maker journals who do this ship, so that I can browse through various selections.

Lately I have been having strange ideas of not-exactly-songfic (which is a format I generally loathe), but inspired-by-song-fic, which would in some way be thematically related or if possible take the plot of a song and use it as a framework for the plot of the fic. All well and good for things like The Cure, but this morning while I was making breakfast, I had "Mad Maudlin's Search for Her Tom of Bedlam" in my head (aka "Bedlam Boys").

For to see Mad Tom of Bedlam,
Ten thousand miles I've travelled.
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes,
For to save her shoes from gravel

Somehow got turned into an AU where Sirius and Severus had been in Azkaban together for some period of time, and just as it did no good for Sirius's full sanity, so it wore away at Severus's as well. But then Severus was released for whatever reason, and later on, Sirius escaped in the canonical way, perhaps even for the canonical reason. In any event he was then "Mad Maudlin" seeking "Mad Tom", i.e. Severus (not literally by those names; it would have been more like allegory) and was even doing so "on dirty toes for to save his shoes", i.e. as Padfoot.

Still I sing bonny boys, bonny mad boys,
Bedlam boys are bonny,
For they all go bare, and they live by the air,
And they want no drink nor money.

That came with an image of a scene where Severus is standing naked on a balcony, looking out over a view, refusing to eat or drink or in fact even speak, hugging his arms to himself but otherwise paying no apparent heed to the cold wind as it whips his hair around and chills his flesh; and when Sirius comes upon him the only response he gets is an unfocused gaze from dark eyes empty not from being a cold and cruel person, but like mourning something beautiful that was lost.

(Or if it was not beautiful then at least it was mine, and they took it from me... but... what did they take? I can hardly remember... And there even is not much "I" to do the remembering... but the wind, the wind tells me other things to fill that place...)

Yeah. Um. That's just an image I find very compelling.

Anyway, what else could be squeezed out of it, I don't know. Translating some of the rest of it into Potterverse plot would actually take eerily little work now that I look at a verse collection. But I just don't think I have the chops to write such a thing.

I slept not since the Conquest,
Till then I never waked,
Till the roguish boy of love where I lay
Me found and stript me naked...