Oi! I know I love stalking people's "favorite stories." If you wanna stalk mine, DON'T. Or... do. It's such a long list, and not all of them are "favorite" material. INSTEAD, visit my community: 'Because I Can.' http://www.fanfiction.net/community/Because_I_Can/58988/ It has the best from my favorites, and most are over 100k words.

I am going to school for MUSIC PERFORMANCE (percussion: Main-mallets Secondary-piano) and SOMETHING ELSE... not sure what yet double major. College... yuck -- and yay!. Suggestions? Comments? You wanna help me figure out what I'm doing? What's an awesome job?

And if anyone can find a good teen dark fantasy novel -NOT TWILIGHT, THAT'S NOT DARK- please inform me. Thanks.
Darren Shan Saga
... that's all I've found :'( It's not even that good!

CHALLENGE: Harry attempts to go back 50 (or so) years, to when Voldemort was still young Tom Riddle after he looses the war. His plan backfires, and he ends up in the head of said child. How does Tom's life change as he has a voice inside of his head that goes against everything he believes? Will Harry succumb to the dark influence of that which is Tom Marvolo Riddle?

Proud member of Dark Lord Potter... not for the weak of heart.

http://forums.darklordpotter.net/member.php?u=8067

Actually, DLP is going downhill I think... so join it and make it better!

Me Olivia, called Livvie. Female.

I love the book Elantris by Brandon Sanderson, Monopoly, Score Four and the Marimba. ((music geek)) If you have a good (or bad) HP fic, I will read it. Send me a PM. I like adventure and dark Harry, as well as Tom Riddle. I'm not so fond of Slash, though I'll read it if it's good (not that fake mushy crap where Harry falls in love with Snape and they go have sex on Riddle's ultra-king sized bed with Draco and his father and Nagani while Wormtail videotapes ... don't look at me like that!).

"Only a dead fish swims with the stream" - someone probably not important

My stories:

XXMy stories all suck. Don't read them.XX Actually, do; then review-flame how they all suck so I can get some more reviews in. Actually, I love all my ideas; I just didn't pull them off right...ly. They should be rewritten, or something. Especially since I'm a halfway-decent writer now, and notice all the little grammatical and punctuation mistakes I made (not them all, but I notice quite a few).

You Know You're in 2009 when...

1.) You accidentally enter your password on a microwave.

2.) You haven't played solitare with real cards for years

3.) The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is they dont have a screenname or my space

4.) You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the buttons on the TV

6.) Your boss doesn't even have the ability to do your job.

7.) As you read this list you keep nodding and smiling.

8.) As you read this list you think about sending it to all your friends.

9.) And you were too busy to notice number 5.

10.) You scrolled back up to see if there was a number 5.

11.) Now you are laughing at yourself stupidly.

12.) Put this in your profile if you fell for that, and you know you did!

If I were in Hogwarts...

House: Slytherin, I'm no good elsewhere (not brave enough for Gryff, not learnful enough for Claw, and not loyal enough for the 'Puff).

Favorite Subject: Charms and Defense; anything with spells in it. Healing Arts would be a cool subject. Or Latin class.

Quidditch Position: Seeker... but I'd harass the other teams' players while looking for the snitch!

Animagus or Patronus: Peregrine Falcon/Sand cat (respectively) - but you don't pick those, do you?

Wand: 9 1/3 inches, Birch wood, Kneazle claw core - do they even offer obscure cores for wands?

Dating a: Ravenclaw... but actually a Gryffindor might be more fun to be around. Or a Gryffindor-Slytherin (HP!!)

Blood: Half-Blood (mum's a muggle, dad's a muggleborn) - God, how did I get into Slytherin with that bloodline?? I'll be massacred!

Clubs: Clubs are overrated

For me, crazy is a loose term. Crazy is when you stare at a pencil and laugh when someone asks you what is so interesting about the eraser. Crazy is when you have an hour-long sob fest, and then start singing and dancing when your favorite song comes on. Crazy is when you do or say a completely random thing, like "Do you ever wonder where the eraser bits go?" or having a thumbwar with yourself. Crazy is when you type up all your favorite sayings, print them off and tape them to your wall, just for something to do. Crazy is when you laugh when nothing's funny. Crazy is when you have ODHD (Obsessive Dark Harry Disorder). Crazy is when you crack up if someone says "Oatmeal!" or "Carrot!". Crazy is when you talk to your reflection in the mirror, then chastise yourself--still out loud, and looking at the mirror. Crazy is when you stay up 'til midnight reading fanfiction, then wake up at 7 to read some more. If you're crazy, copy this onto your profile and add something crazy you've done to the list!

Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.
Terry Pratchett

Underappreciated stories:

Riddles War by 'sugargrazed' - http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2501577/1/Riddles_War - outside of Hogwarts. Tom is evacuated and ends up in a large manor with a crazy lady, a fellow orphan who's scared shtless of Tom and a Gryffindor witch. Some darker aspects, and is really good. Guess what Tom's fear is? Shorter, 30k words approx. but definitally worth the read. Only 51 reviews.

Harry Potter and the Sword of the Hero by 'joe6991' - http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3994212/1/ - just... awesome. Really great writer; you can definitely see the improvement in his writing as he goes, and now he can be arguably one of the top 20 writers on ff.net. Although, it is quite epic... the first two parts of the trilogy are worth it!

...just go to my community for more under appreciated stories. http://www.fanfiction.net/community/Because_I_Can/58988/

Okay, so I really like this passage. It's not written by me; credit is at the end, from joe6991. Copied directly.

"There is something to be said for the ability of some of us to react in a situation that sheds all sense of normality.

Take, let's say, a car accident. Two cars - no more, no less - one travelling almost three times the speed limit, the other pulling out of a car park onto the same road as the first car. The driver of the car pulling out onto the road glances quickly left and right - and sees this other car still a good distance away, presumably doing the speed limit.

I've got enough time to pull out, the driver thinks, and even as they are thinking it their car is already halfway out onto the road. BAM!

Not even enough time to react. The maniac driving the other car at three times the regular speed limit - let's say 140 kilometres per hour - doesn't even leave skid marks on the road because they simply do not register what they are seeing before they hit the first car, which - for whatever reason - was doing exactly that which they were licensed for.

In these situations Fate - if there is such a thing - usually allows the maniac to be able to walk away from such an accident. One car travelling that fast, hits another barely moving. The car that isn't moving is going to spin, if clipped on the bonnet, and come to a rest some sixty feet from where they were pulling out of the car park - with the engine shoved up into the passenger seat, and let's imagine - just for fun - that seat was already occupied.

The speeder is cushioned by their airbag, and get out of their car with maybe a bloody nose - most likely in a daze of shock as they see the occupants of the car they have hit.

Let's expand on this. It's a busy day, there are many pedestrians and witnesses to the accident - how many react, how many stand there in fear and shock themselves, how many reach for their phones to call the emergency services.

Surprisingly, next to no one will do anything. It's been seen and done a hundred times - shock will paralyse you. It's human instinct to survive, to avoid danger. There is a good chance that instinct will override decency and what your brain and heart - your soul even - screams you must do. There is nothing wrong with that, you should trust your instincts. You're dead if you don't.

You're standing there; glass and metal are twisted and sprayed over the road. There is a man stepping out of his car with nothing more than a blood nose. You glance over, nausea already building in your stomach, to the other car and see that the driver now has their foot caught up past their ear. None of the occupants of that car are really moving, but they are screaming. What do you do?

Shit man, you call for help!

But you can't - this is not a normal situation. Someone should be doing something, is that someone you? Think about it - oh no you can't, there's not enough time. Fifteen seconds have already past since the maniac ruined four lives - and nobody is doing anything.

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock.

Say, can you hear that? It's the sound of the Reaper!

Twenty five seconds pass and now a lone man rushes past you towards the accident. He's run from over four hundred feet away. He's got a mobile phone, he's lived in this area his whole life, and yet he glances up at the street sign to make sure he gets it right as he screams the name of it down the small handset.

The screams have already stopped in the victim's car, and that adds some sense of realism to the accident. Jesus... you think, this is real! There are people dead or dying over there, and I'm just standing here. What... what do...I?

Indecision gnaws at you for a good ten, fifteen seconds - and it's been the better part of a minute now. Cracked glass in the car's windshield is like a spider's web, covered in a splatter of blood - Gods...

Soon enough you realise you can hear sirens in the distance, and relax - in spite of yourself - because someone trained to handle these situations is coming, it's not your problem. You begin to walk away; after all you need to go buy some useless shit like a toaster that also tells the time - or something equally pointless built in a bankrupt society. We are, after all, only human.

You may talk about it later to someone you know - Yes... it was terrible. Truly horrific. Bloody idiot was going at least twice the speed limit - I stayed until the ambulance arrived, just to make sure...

We've walked away now, whilst the man with the cell phone is holding one of the victims who crawled out of the crashed car beneath him, his hands red with her blood, that same blood making a rather large red stain on the gravel and glass that litter the road.

The cell phone man no longer knows what to do himself as the bleeding woman dies in his lap. He's frozen now, with Death in his hands and behind his eyes. He can practically feel the life draining out of the woman in his arms.

The point of all that was we can't know how we would react unless forced into such a situation. Would you be the bystander, or the man on the cell phone? You don't know now, and you won't know until it means the difference between life and death for someone. You hold that power in your hands - the power to influence life and death.

We can't know how we would react; it's just one of those things. We may think we'd be quick, and brave, and jump right into the thick of it. But there are no guarantees, sometimes only self delusions.

Remember that, remember this, it could save someone's life. There is no room for indecision - Death doesn't like to be kept waiting."

-joe6991, Harry Potter and the Defiance of the Hero, Chapter 18