Hi, I'm Abby (or Abs if you like) and I'm nineteen. I'm a mod here on MNFF. My categories are Harry/Other Character and Harry/Hermione. I mod the big categories and take care of backed up fics, occasionally as well. Feel free to email me with questions.

I'm a generally positive person with more pet peeves than I can count. I'm a good driver, but a horrible parker. I hate old sponges, condescending people and mutated strawberries. I can sing the entire libretto of Les Misérables and the amount of times I have read Harry Potter outnumbers the amount of digits on my hands and feet.

I love my friends, family, pets, and felt tipped pens.

The stories I've written so far:

Through a Heroes Eyes: This story is Neville's story of sixth year. It was written before HBP, so it's not very canon now. I wrote it a few years ago, so the style is very different from what I've written now. (Completed)

Tears of a Shadow: This is a one-shot about Sirius' journey after he falls behind the veil. It was written for a monthly challenge some years ago. (Completed)

One Man's Traitor: This was originally a drabble, but I expanded it and made it into a one-shot when I found it on some old files. It's a character study of Peter when he reveals the Potters' secret to Voldemort. (Completed)

Halfway to Infinity: This is my current work in progress, It's an alternate universe fic: "What if Voldemort won the war?" It takes place fifty years after the war and follows the story of Muggle-born Lottie Rowe as she enters a rebellion to end the Dark Lord's reign.

If you read my stories, please leave a review behind! I love constructive criticism!

Thanks for visiting my author's page!

"Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own--
Which is most faint. Now 'tis true
I must be here confined by you,
Or sent to Naples, let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got
And pardoned the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island, by your spell;
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer
Which pierces so, that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardoned be,
Let your indulgence set me free."
~William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Epilogue.