I am aware that my username is slightly disturbing and also misspelled. Nobody has ever pointed it out to me, but I have been well aware for the past few years. It's a bit shameful, but what can you do? I was young when I made this account and had just watched the movie Without A Paddle for the first time, and was in love with the line, "Abort the fetal position, it's not working!" Having just discovered the vast world of fanfiction, I was excited to create an account here to post my newly written stories - so excited, in fact, that I forgot a little "i" in the word "position." Such memories.
Summary: During their sixth year, Malfoy and Potter meet in a corridor each night, as Malfoy struggles to move and Potter tries to smother their shadows.
Summary: During the bitter weeks of December 1935, young Tom Riddle found shelter in a hidden alcove and in a strange boy who surprisingly liked him. The boy was compassionate, curious, and far too optimistic, and he had unexpectedly shown up on the street one cold day when Tom was feeling lonely. His name was Harry, and if Tom could ever call someone a friend, it would have to be him.
Summary: Gravely wounded by a stray curse, Harry lies beneath the battle and waits, because he can't do much else.
'Voldemort is there, standing above him. He takes them to a different place, a different time.'
Summary: Sirius was always right, no matter what. This time shouldn't have been any different; but a memory, just one memory, was enough to stop him from reaching the land across from the treacherous island of Azkaban.