Don't worry. She doesn't really.
That would be weird.
She actually calls me Hannah.
I'm a 16-year-old from England, who relies on Jk's miraculous world to get me through my hopelessly stressful time at school. Gotta love escapism.
I love writing; the only problem is finding the time to do it. It's probably not the best time to start now, with only just over a month until my exams, but oh well... :)
I love the Marauders far too much, although that's something I see as a good thing. I hope you enjoy my work, and I hope you feel that I've done these wonderful characters justice.
NB: Until further notice, consider Epiphany discontinued. This is simply due to the fact that the James/Lily chaptered affair I am currently working on is a lot better, and a lot stronger plot-wise, than Epiphany would've ended up being. I had the idea for this one not long ago and I knew straight away it was better, but I am weaving in elements of Epiphany that were okay... So yeah, I'm sorry if this has upset anyone, but I have got something else coming, which I hope you will like too :)
Summary: … When you look in her eyes and she's looking back in yours... everything... feels... not quite normal. Because you feel stronger and weaker at the same time. You feel excited and at the same time, terrified. The truth is... you don't know what you feel except you know what kind of man you want to be. It's as if you've reached the unreachable and you weren't ready for it.”
James Potter is waiting. He’s standing on the street he grew up on, waiting for the person who changed his life forever.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This quotation is taken from Spider hyphen Man. I'm not trying to steal it, but I've always loved that moment in the film, and I realised it fitted quite nicely with a certain James and Lily :)
Summary: He withdrew his arms from around her, and reached into the back pocket of his shorts. As he bent down to kiss her again, he took hold of her hand, and placed inside it a square box. “Happy birthday.”
This is the tale of a birthday… A seventeenth birthday, no less. It tells of a present given to a redheaded teenager by the love of her life, a gift that became the best present she would ever receive; better than all past and all future presents. It tells of a present she would never, ever forget.