Well first of all, my name is Christine . I'm fifteen years old (fifty one, if you're dyslexic), and I live in Ontario. I am also in need of an author's page update.
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Chapter Three is in the Queue!
I have a brand new story that you should check out if its accepted... The Key to my Heart a Lily and Harry fic... I'm sure you'd all like it!
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Summary: A story about a mother's love for her son and how during dark times, sometimes blissful ignorance is all you really need.
Summary: It was thundering like mad now. The rain was pounding down in all directions. Sammie coughed and spluttered as she stumbled out of the lake, gasping for air and dragging Lucy’s unconscious body with her. “Aunt Beatrice!” Sammie shouted over the wind and rain. “Aunt - Aunt Beatrice!” Sammie laid Lucy down in the overgrown grass, wincing at the scarlet blood that was dripping from the wound in Lucy’s side and neck from where the mermaids had pierced her. “Aunt Beatrice! Where are you? AUNT BEATRICE!” Panting and heaving, Sammie tried to support her bleeding friend, whose blood has now soaking Sammie’s robes even further. She glanced around, scouring the grounds despairingly. No one came. She screeched in desperation, pulling Lucy off the ground and searching for any sign that her aunt was here. “Aunt Beatrice...?” she whispered hopelessly, crying now. No one came. “Help me...somebody...please,” She began sobbing uncontrollably now. Her tears mingled with rain and blood, seeming as though they poured right through her skin and were drowning her. She felt as though someone was lifting her by the back of her robes. Is this how it feels when you’re lifted to heaven? Am I dying? She didn’t know that, and she didn’t know whose arms were wrapped around her. All she knew was that they had failed, Aunt Beatrice had betrayed them, Verudka was now dead, and Lucy was surely dying.
Slytherins and Gryffindors hate each other. Malfoys and Potters hate each other. But can one fateful trip to Diagon Alley, a potion, and tragedy change all of that for Sammie and Lucy?
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