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Hi. I'm a first-timer here on MuggleNet Fan Fiction. My name is Ciara, I'm 15 and writing is my life. I am also unhealthily obsessed with Harry Potter, so I guess this was a natural progression.
I'm an Irish gal (hence the penname) and I also enjoy playing Gaelic Football. When i finish school, it is my dearest ambition to become a primary school teacher or a sports journalist (in conjunction with being a best-selling author of course).
I would greatly appreciate reviews, but don't be too honest (i am only 15!). I hope to submit a decent amount, however I have major exams coming up (the dreaded Junior Cert). Therefore, if you don't hear from me for about six months at a time, I will be buried under some heavy textbooks or simply have lost my memory (I am noted for being a bit of a dreamer!).
I hope this bio isn't too boring, and that it doesn't put anyone off reading my work. Again, I value every opinion I can get my hands on, so please review. Cheers, and slán go fóill! (bye for now!)
Ciara (alias GaelicGryffindor)
Summary: In the aftermath of the Second War the wizarding world has moved on. The Golden Trio go from strength to strength, and the last of the Dark Lord's supporters have been rounded up. Or so it would appear.
When the bodies of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy are found dead in the home they were confined to under house arrest, the only suspect is their son, who has disappeared for more than a year...
Draco is alone and he is scared. But then comes a saviour in the form of Hermione Granger. A bond forms which few could have anticipated and none can break. But can anyone accept that even the worst people in the world can be remorseful? And can anyone allow Draco and Hermione to be truly happy, when they feel he is to blame for so much of their unhappiness?