Let me tell you a little about myself.
My birthday is 08/09/1994. I am seventeen years old (I'm of age, haha(: ), but I turn eighteen in less than a month. I was born on a military base in Tacoma, Washington, but now I live in Denver, Colorado. My email is firstname.lastname@example.org for anyone who wants to email me about my stories. I am also a member at www.harrypotterfanfiction.com and I am known as Number_One_Ravenclaw_Forever there, so feel free to check out my stories there and the millions of other author's there. And lastly, I love reading the Harry Potter series fom J.k. Rowling, I love reading Harry Potter stories from other people, and I love writing my own Harry Potter stories!!!(:
DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I am not J.K. Rowling. Never was, not am now and never will be. No matter how much I wish to be her genius, it will never happen. So, inspite of that, all of my stories will be playing with the wonderful world she has created for us to enjoy. And for this kidness, I thank her!!!(:
Summary: There's a desire. All possess it, but one achieves it until death marks its destruction. There's a book. At first sight, it is old and dusty. However, it is selected instead of the other polished replicas. There's a note. The selector discovers it in a random section of the book just weeks later. They decide to study the scribbles on it. There's a problem. As always, there is some sort of dilemma halting the desirable task from its conclusion. There's a result. The solution may be solved at long last or it may be far from it, waiting for years to render its capability.
Summary: There's a time when friends bid their fairwells and another when they must re-unite to keep the world in balance.