Mae govannen mellon nyn.
My name is Erin, I'm 15 and live in the USA. Stalkers beware. I cannot resist the power of music for I love it too much, more what I listen to than what I can manage to play. Youtube is my hommie.
I love writing fanfiction though mostly poems in general. If and when do manage to coerce the plot bunnies to cooperate, they usually tell angsty tales of woe and bitter hope in melancholy desperation. If you ever want me to review your work please send me an email or IM me and I would be honored to, I love reading just about anything save for I will not review anything slash/mpreg/you get the idea related.
Good luck and take care,
Erin
Summary: "Never," said Harry, "The night that your brother died, he drank a potion that drove him out of his mind. He started screaming, pleading with with someone who wasn't there. 'Don't hurt them, please... hurt me instead.'"
--Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, JK Rowling
This gives a snippet of a younger Dumbledore's life, as he relived it when he drank the potion.
'Tis Erin.
Hehe remember when I was telling you I reread a part of HP? This happened to be in the part I reread...so I remember and know what you're talking about!
Awesome job! As I was reading the book I was trying to imagine how they got angry to the point of poor Ari's death and this was a very good way to portray it in my extremely humble opinion.
Very nice. =)
Author's Response: Thank-you thank-you! That's weird that you just read that part. Cool. Thanks!
