I'm just a seventeen year-old white girl living in Dallas, texas, and as you might have guessed, OBSESSED WITH HARRY POTTER!!!!!!! I'm a Harry/Hermione, Ron/Luna, Draco/Ginny shipper, and my favorite dessert are brownies. My favorite singer is Avril Lavigne. My favorite movie is Hich (other than any hp movie of course)
Summary: A poem in which tells the tale of the night Voldemort killed Harry's parents. It's lots better than it sounds. EXCERPT: As James drew his wand as his enemy cried
"Avada Kedavra!" and then poor James died Please, Let me know you care! You reveiw my fic, and I'll reveiw yours!