Hello, I am a female living in Australia and you can call me Leelu. Age? Don't you know it's impolite to enquire about a womans age?

Of course you do.

I seem to have an affinity for reading Harry Potter fics, thus I am starting to try my (very shakey) hand at them.

And I would like to thank everyone who reviews my stories (or even thinks kind thoughts about them).

There are also a few tiny tidbits of house keeping:

I am, at best, a sporadic poster because of my studies but I swear on all that I hold sacred that I shant abandon a story because I hate when people do that and I don't get to find out what happens. So I promise as long as there is one person reading my stories I shan't leave them out in the cold.

Stories that I adore:

Death, In Glory by Apocalypso-33.

This is a Harry Potter/300 crossover and it fantastic. I highly recommend it for everyone who like both and has absolutely no qualms about awesome fight scenes and amazingness.

Browncoat, Green eyes by Nonjon.

This is Firefly/Serenity and Harry Potter crossover and it is excellent. I always love to read it and there are so many moments where you just cannot stop laughing.

Chunin Exam Day by Perfect Lionheart.

This is a Naruto fanfic, as probably guessed, and it is brilliant. You should definately look it up if you enjoy Naruto being awesome, happy and health. And lots of Sasuke bashing. A funny, funny, funny story. I would quote it, but I don't want to spoil any of it for you.

Will:X:Phobos (W.I.T.C.H)

There is just something about this pairing that I love.

Sirius:X:Remus (HP)

Even though they never got together in the books because of several annoying factors they just seem right together. Tonks and Remus just don't go together. He's always morose and she's just hyper and fun. Even though Sirius is like a kid, he's not overly so and they balance each other out.

Jack:X:Will (P.o.t.C)

Will and Elizabeth just don't go together. Even before I opened my mind to the wonderful possibilities of this ship, I never thought that WIll and Elizabeth went together. Just something about them. Jack and Will however...

Warren:X:Will (Sky high)

Anyone who's seen the movie cannot possible doubt the unresolved (sexual) tension between the two and I am extremely inclined to jump into the movie with large banners scream 'Just kiss already!' Or something of the sort.

Mal:X:River (Firefly(Serenity))

Rival, because I don't like the ship name Maliver. They just fit together so well and ... and ... and ... Squee! River and Mal are perfectly suited for each other, even though she's slightly insane and he just a tad reckless. But hey! It works. And Inara just doesn't go pair well with Mal. Have they ever even had a conversation that didn't end in screams? Or start with them? And the time in Serenity doesn't count as that was a trap. So obviously Mal and River getting together is such a resonable choice.

Although I do like Jayne/River.

I know that there are more shipings and shippings out there but my puzzler is sore and had given up on me.

Also, if you feel stronly one way or the other about any of my favoured pairing, feel free to drop a line so I can discuss (argue) with you.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three days, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bare.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom apartment for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to aviod getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even vist the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when the found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivior who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I feel I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person who is afraid to tell his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

REPOST THIS IF YOU BELIEVE HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG!!

Didn't write the poem below!

Her name was Auroura
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"God, why? Why is
My life always sinking?"

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did

Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made

She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
"You deserve to die
You worthless pest!"

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms

If you hate child abuse, ot think it's wrong then repost this on your profile.

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, re-post this

A friend helps you up when you fall a best friend continues walking while saying, "Walk much dumbass?"

A friend wipes your tears when you’re rejected, a best friend goes up to him and says, "It's because your gay isn't it?"

"Tell a man there are 300 billion stars in the Universe and he'll believe you. Tell him a chair has wet paint on it, and he'll have to touch it to be sure."

"Logic is a systematic method of coming to the wrong conclusion with confidence."

"Who ever said that words don't hurt never got hit by a dictionary."

Don't let your mind wander, Its too little to be let out alone.

"The real trouble with reality is that there's no background music. "

"War doesn't determine who's right. War determines who's left. "

A teenage girl about 17 had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year.

She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone.
She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger.

When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it.

However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her.

She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection.

Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her.

When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there.

Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep.

Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station.

She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story.

The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him.

She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before.

When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed.

The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her.

She asked if they would ask the man one question.

Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her.

When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her."

Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone.

Mwa ha ha.

That is all.