Yeah! I'm finally updating this thing. I'm not on long, though, busy celebrating the end of exams! Whoot!
Anyways, for all the readers of Girl, Totally Brilliant, Completely Insane- I would like to appologies many, many times over for not updating. I have definately tried, but the next time I try to submit it, I believe it will be up to the seventh. If you really, really want to read it, then the story is up to it's fourth chapter of Fanfiction.net, with the fourth chapter probably up tonight. The reason it's farther along on there? Because they're a little laxer with the spelling and grammar. As far as I know, it's still legeable, but on here I seemed to have a few too many grammar problems, and still have no clue where they are.
I would also like to say that I maybe-maybebe turning a few one-shot songifcs into a series, starting with When They Sang. But I'm not utterly, completely sure of this yet. I have to see how much time I'm going to have with my stupid idea of teaching-yourself-how-to-play-clarinet will be going along this summer.
Summary: This is a long story/songfic, based on a song called 'When Mary Sang her Lullaby'. It's a Christmas song, and so I've based my story around the Christmas season. This is actually the first story that I have ever done as a songfic or a one-shot, but I loved the idea with the song so much, I had to try it. It also contain a section of 'Silent Night'.
This story if generally based around diffrent periods in Harry Potter and the Potters in general. So-
How tough of a memory does it take to pull one through? Is it possible that a quiet Christmas night's lullaby sung to an infant, reach the boy-who-lived after fourteen years of his parent's death?