I'm a sixteen year old living in Texas, whose friends got into fan fiction bug so I did too; fortunately they recovered slightly but I've been marked permanently! I enjoy writing in general, but Harry Potter fan fiction is an endless sort of entertainment for me - plus I'm lazy and creating characters and settings for them is hard work reserved for times when I'm in a serious mood...which I'm generally not. :)
My favorite characters are without a doubt the Marauders, Lily, & Dobby. (Oh my goodness... I love dead people. Not that it's hard to do when J.K. Rowling kills everyone off!)
I love reviews and I can handle criticism, so feel free to rant and rave. I like nice comments too, though....;)
This is my drabble titled "A Real Gryffindor" submitted to the Gryffindor Drabble Challenge:
It was my first year. What a year to go. I almost felt guilty; I had had no share of the turmoil that most had to face. My family had gone into hiding before the real conflict had broken the surface. My parents were non-magical, but Granddad and me were wizards. Granddad said he had seen the conditions of war before, and recognized the signs; he told us it was time to lay low.
That’s the way he felt. Me, I felt like a coward. Being cooped up in a hidden apartment was no vacation, though. We had had two other families in hiding with us.
Platform 9 ľ was alive that day. All the old faces were there, joyful with reunion to their friends. Although, that was from my perspective. There were single-parent families; even orphans present, looking sad and alone.
I found a compartment with some other boys. A few were older than me in the same year, prevented from going earlier by the previous circumstances.
All anybody could talk about was the fall of Voldemort. Harry Potter was the chiefest topic – his defeat of the most powerful dark wizard that ever lived. I’d never seen him, but Robby Brighton said he had, so they were gibbering about that, but I kept feeling pangs of guilt. To me it almost seemed as if they’d all been at the front – friends of friends harmed or missing; at least they had been awake to the scene. I’d been in my hole.
Then, looking out the window, past the smiling faces of my parents and Granddad, I saw him. Harry Potter! I was sure it was him. He had turned just for a split second, and I had glimpsed the scar! I hobbled through the other kids’ legs. I had to get out. I raced out onto the platform. It was him! He looked young. With no small trace of disgust I realized he was snogging a girl. That didn’t stop me. I marched right up to them. They broke apart. I started to say to Harry Potter everything I had always want to – how much I admired him. The words caught in my throat. All I managed to say was,
“I’m sorry!” I started sobbing like a baby.
He gazed down at me with confusion.
In between wails, I cried, “I couldn’t help. But I would have, Harry Potter! I would have been brave! I just c-couldn’t help!”
He bent and looked at me earnestly, placing his scarred hands on my shoulders, just like one man does to another.
“That’s all that counts, anyways – that you wanted to,” he said to me, smiling. I think he was a bit scared, too. “That’s what makes a real Gryffindor. It’s the heart.”
After that I boarded the train again. Harry Potter said I was a real Gryffindor – saying the words over and over washed away the guilt. I would have if I could have.
Summary: [He] walked a little taller that day. We had to tip our hats to him. He was lucky she hadn't beat the crap out of him. We wouldn't have blamed her. What he'd done was sneaky, rotten and low... and cool. Not another one among us would've ever in a million years... even for a million dollars had the guts to put the move on the lifeguard. He did. He had kissed a woman, and he had kissed her long and good. - The Sandlot
Summary: Those who knew Lily Evans knew her heart of gold – the kind, innocent, and forgiving nature that was unique to her. Underneath the gold lining, her heart was as red as anyone’s: full of passions and frustrated feelings; her temper just as quickly piqued as it was soothed. The brave colors of her heart would affect the lives of everyone around her, the effect continuing beyond death. Such was a Lion’s Heart.
Excerpt from Volume 7: Once again, James image standing next to her, shielding her from the rain, peering into her face anxiously, appeared foremost in her thoughts.
“There’s James Potter,” Lily finally mentioned.
“There’s a promising name,” her father commented. “Isn’t that the boy who’s been after you for years, though? I thought you didn’t like him.”
“I can’t believe you remember,” Lily said, laughing. “But he’s changed so much. He’s-”
She struggled for words.
“Well, he’s sort of…different, in a way – er – this is absurd! I can’t even find the words to describe him.”
“Sounds like a girl in love,” said her mother’s voice. Mr. Evans looked up brightly at his wife, who stood in the door way smiling.
“Do you really think so?” he said delightedly. He looked at Lily. “Is it true?”
Out of her depth on the subject of her own feelings, Lily sputtered,
“I-I don’t know! He is smart, and talented; he is on the good side, you know; against Lord Voldemort…”
“Lily,” Olivia Evans interrupted gently, coming and sitting on the corner of the bed, taking Lily’s hand in her own, “I know you think all that is what we want to hear as your parents; but really, truly, all we care about is your happiness. I know you: you’re a girl who follows your heart. So learn what’s in your heart now that your head has done its work.”
It was then that Lily realized that she could not imagine spending the rest of her life with anyone else.