Hmmm... what to say about me... I'm 19 and I'm from London. I've loved Harry Potter pretty much since the moment the first book came out, and I hated all the hype at first. I didn't like the thought that a book which had been a carefully kept secret was now out in the open, at the mercy of the world's hysteria. But hey - it's brought us all joy, and a brilliant horde of fan fiction!
My favourite book is OotP - I think the darker Harry gets, the more interesting the story becomes. Thus my fiction tends to centre around the darker strains to Harry's character, and his fears. Very little fluff involved!
Anything else interesting to say?... I'm a literary type of gal as 19 year olds go - unsurprising given that I'm in my first year of a degree in English Literature. I'm fond of poetry(especially Keats, Auden and Eliot), fond of a handful of the great novels (Pride and Prejudice, Wuthering Heights, 1984, anything by James Joyce). And I LOVE Classical Literature (The Odyssey, the Aeneid, Sophocles). It takes a while to get to grips with, but if you haven't tried, it's worth it.
Seems a strange combination really, when I think about it - Harry Potter and Sophocles. Ah well - that's life I guess!
Summary: It's the eve of the final battle, and Voldemort has made a terrible mistake. He has taken away Harry's last hope and joy - leaving nothing to live for. And Harry reacts in a way neither of them had ever quite expected. After all, the most dangerous enemy of all is an enemy with nothing to lose...
A one shot songfic based on Jeff Buckley's Grace.