Age: Old enough to be told, numerous times, that I shouldn't tell people things like that over the Internet.
Height: Tall enough to find things that aren't so close to the ground, and short enough to not hit my head on the ceiling.
Weight: Why do you care, you stalker?
Hair Color: Normal
Eye Color: Not subject to change.
Sense of Humor: Odd, to say the least.
Friends: Many. But we are way too weird when we get together, so don't even try to understand us.
Obsessions: Harry Potter, writing, reading, being completely random, eating sugar...what can I say, this site completes me.
Other Names: On fanfiction.net, I'm FantasySeventeen. I don't have any stories up, but oh well! I'll also respond to Addy (but only one person in the world is allowed to call me that, and it's not you, so don't even try), or hey you!, so...yeah.
House: I was just proudly Sorted into Slytherin. I prefer to think we aren't bad people, and the only traits that got me into that House are cunning and ambition.
Life, In General: I'm not dead yet.
Other Random Things No One Wants To Know: Who cares?
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Summary: James and Lily were known for giving their lives for their only son. That night, the night that Voldemort came and ended their lives, they talked about their possible future. And their love endured even unto death. ONE-SHOT based off of Garth Brook's song, If Tomorrow Never Comes.