Hey! The names Lexy.
I love a good old fantasy, and Harry Potter is my secret passion :)
'Falling from Grace' was pretty much written out but I lost it when an old computer broke (many years ago now!) So now I'm rewriting the whole thing!
I have a new story in the works but this time I think I'll avoid putting it up until I actually get somewhere far with it! It'll be called 'The life and times of Isabella Griffin'. Look out for it!
In the night I hear them talk, the coldest story ever told.
Once upon a time, hidden in the marshes, lost in the hills and sheltered by the forest, there lived, in a house, a special type of witch.
Many men tryed to pass through the forest, some men got lost in the hills and a few men stumbled across a house in the marshes.
The witch would greet each and every one of them joyfuly. Feed them, wash them, love them, drop them.
Many of these men never returned.
Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul to a woman so heartless.
Summary: Born to and raised by the Hawthorn family, Melody and her sister are everything a respected Pureblood family could ask for. However, when Belladonna is sent to Beauxbatons, Melody is faced with the prospect of entering Hogwarts alone.
Fully expecting to be placed in Slytherin or Ravenclaw, Melody is given the shock of her life when she becomes a Hufflepuff.
With her sister in another country, her family miles away, and friends no longer talking to her due to the disgrace of being placed in another House, Melody has never felt so alone. To top that, the people surrounding her are from social backgrounds completely contradicting of her own. People she never expected to spare a second glance, she is forced to live with: Muggleborns and Halfbloods.
Everything that she has ever been taught or led to believe is being challenged. All that her parents have told her is being proved wrong, and Melody no longer knows what to believe. Everything is completely unfamiliar, and she is scared she may be changing. But Melody needs to learn that sometimes change can be a good thing. And sometimes, it can be exceptional.
Ellie has always been green-eyed with jealousy over her older sister’s ability to do magic, and Marie has always taken pleasure in flaunting her magic in her younger sister’s face.
Refusing to acknowledge her own feelings, Ellie can’t help wondering, what was this feeling in the pit of her stomach, which only came when Marie was near?
It’s all left to Ben, the older brother, to sort everything out. But will Ellie ever manage to see the simple pleasures found in watching, or will her jealousy never go away?