I really love the sweetness portrayed here.
That was really quite touching and beautiful.
I love the symbolism of the umbrellas.
I really love this story a lot!
Wow really good again.
That was... Cute.
I loved it...it was so beautiful...
This is beautiful. I will have to read Swift Small Birds now. Do not stop writing.
SUPER CUTE!!! I TOTALLY LOVE YOUR WRITING!!! It's really good, honestly. Thanks for taking the time to put up such entertaining works!
that was deep
This and Small Swift Birds are both Beautiful.
And You are fantastic.
Hi. I love the concept behind this story and I was wondering if I could take this concept and make it into a poem. If I didn't ask, I would feel guitly. So if you would like to email me with a response, my email is Dancinkimi@comcast.net
thank you so much
Author's Response: You're most welcome to use the concept - do leave a link in a review when it's written, I'd be interested to see it!
Delicate writing and nice use of words. Continue exploring like that, it'll lead you somewhere great.
wow, that was really sweet. i did understand it the first time i read it, that was some good riting. xx
That story is adorable. Oh my goodness. I like this one even better than the first. You really captured Harry's innocence in the beginning, and the end is sweet.
That was awesome! I loved how original it was and the part about Draco at the end was a nice touch. This is the perfect kind of fic for a one-shot. Absolutely superb!!
Ohhhh so lovely. I felt so sad for wee Harry making all those umbrellas.
This series is great. Please do a new one soon!!!
Aww. That's so sweet. ^-^
I love this writing style of yours that you have. You should keep writing like this.
i like it! them! i hope there is more! may I ask as to why you chose an origami theme? I found that quite interesting and new. It was cool.
Author's Response: You most certainly may ask! I have a mild origami obsession, which was rather rampant when I started writing this series. In fact, much of the imagery is drawn from personal experience (The bookshelf above my desk has a row of umbrellas along each shelve, and there's a pile of paper irises the siz of a small cat on my chest of drawers...)
I know a story is beyond beautiful when I stop breathing. I just remembered to breathe.