Samantha Baracudan [Contact
Alright, here's the deal. I have one story on here that I wrote when I was 14 years old and in eighth grade. Well, guess what? Things have changed quite a bit since then; I'm now 19 years old and a freshman in college. I know the story isn't that good. It's predictable, jumps around a lot, is confusing at times, and could definitely be written better, though I don't think it's completely terrible. So go ahead and write terrible reviews, but just remember that this is not recent work; it's five years old. I barely remember writing this story to be quite honest, even though it was my pride and joy at the time I wrote it. Sadly though, there will be no sequel, because I don't remember at all where I was going with it, so for those of you who keep asking, I'm sorry, but there's going to be no sequel to this story. I may decide to re-write it sometime, but with all my college work and being busy with my boyfriend and friends, that's highly unlikely. But, thanks to everyone who read this story, whether you liked it or not, I really appreciate it :)
6th-7th Years • 285 Reviews
In a desprate attempt to gain the love he has so despretly longed for Draco becomes a Death Eater, fully aware of the horrors that await him. After receving his mark Draco is pushed to the brink and does the un-thinkable. He is banished from the Malfoy family forever. Desprate and alone Draco finds the last person he would ever ask for help from... Hermione's once happy home is now a nightmare, her parents split and her father is a drunk and much more... Hermione battles through a life of misery, can life inprove or only get worse? Can she find the love she has lost? Or will it lead to her losing much more? CHECK OUT MY PROFILE FOR INFORMATION ON THIS STORY
• 59 Reviews
A prophecy made by his dying mother at birth predicted that the young boy would die young, because of the one he loved. "Never let him love," she cried, and so the father brought him up to be cold and cruel. Yet can humans defy fate?
Eventually a G/D ship.