I'm 17 and I'm from Ireland. I adore Harry Potter (obviously) and I have read all the books and seen all the films. I'm not too much of a fan of the films. I love writing fan fics almost as much as I like reading them. My own fic is one I really like writing and I find it lots of fun thinking up new ideas. ;)
Note about story:
'Out of the Darkness' is finished and I will not be adding any more chapters to it. However, I will be writing a sequel to it. First though, I'm taking a break from wrting it for a while so that I can work on my other projects. So readers, please hang in there with me! Thanks.
'Into the Light' is here!!!!!
Summary: The war is over and the wizarding world is healing after the fall of the Dark Lord. But for some, the pain is not yet over.
Guilt is inescapable after the loss of a good friend or close family member. Denial is just as bad but only one thing is worse; acceptance. With acceptance comes relief, but also pain as realisation dawns that that person is gone for ever, never coming back. Never will they speak to you, fight with you, or comfort you. And for some, acceptance is just another stage of denial.
Summary: It's the summer after sixth year and Hermione is staying at The Burrow. Her dreams have finally come true: she is Ron Weasley's girlfriend. However, to her shock and dismay she discovers that the attainable has become the unwanted. She finds herself torn between not wanting to remain in a relationship with someone she doesn't love, and destroying one of the closest friendships she is likely to ever have. Amidst all this confusion, Draco Malfoy arrives in a coma from which it is doubtful he will ever leave. Hermione is asked to watch over him in case of a miraculous recovery. However, she finds herself pouring out her hopes, fears and dreams to her unconscious nemesis, someone who can't even hear her... or can he?
The two sequels I had planned for this will not be written any time in the near future. I'm sorry for any inconvenience caused.
Summary: No matter what.
These words were repeated over and over again in Mrs Crouch's mind as she lay dying. She believed in her sons innocence, believed that he should be free, so much that she took his place. In her cell, she lets her last thoughts roam to cover the thing most important to her; Barty.