Author has written 4 stories for Harry Potter.
New Followers of "The Assimilation...": Jeeze guys, I'm so sorry for pumping out the first two chapters and then leaving it hanging. It's not abandoned, but I had to take a bit of a hiatus. To give you an idea of why, shortly after posting those first two, a series of unfortunate events took place.
Then suddenly, a plotbunny scurried its way into my heart! I must write it NOW.
About the Author:
A "tad" obsessed with Harry Potter? Probably. Do I spend the majority of my free time reading Harry Potter Fanfiction? Absolutely.
In my alter reality, I am a 26-year-old mother of a three-year-old boy and a baby girl, which translates to "I'm losing my mind, every second, of every day." I enjoy reading, Fine Arts and re-designing furniture, with paints, fabrics and whatnot.
I consider myself to be on the constant pursuit of knowledge and have a lifelong wish to travel the world. I am also a student, pursuing a Bachelor's Degree in Game Design, but I am considering switching to Graphic Design (or maybe English Literature, or Creative Writing ... it's still up in the air)
Anything else to know about me? Well, by taking a quick — or not so quick — scroll down my list of Favorite Stories, one will see that I have a preference for Harry and Voldemort/TMR FanFiction. I'm not terribly into slash, but sometimes one cannot avoid it. I feel the best slash, are those that only suggest it lightly. Throwing all the dirty laundry out there for the reader leaves nothing to the mind, and can be quite offensive. But, hey-ho! "To each his own."
Otherwise, I just like a nice, grey or dark Harry, and not necessarily one that works with Voldemort, yet still holds a lot of dynamics with him. That's my jive, yo.
I am fairly positive that the Sorting Hat would have a very hard time, choosing between Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Even so, the "official" Sorting Hat chose Slytherin.
I have been a member of this website for some time (years!) and have been happily, an active reader of Fanfiction. Occasionally, I have been known to offer constructive criticism; however, I tend to keep my posts short, and uplifting. There have been a few authors, whom I have reached out to and a few have come to find me. Whatever our reasons, I find myself at the crux of my experience on FFnet, and feel that it is time to begin contributing in a different way. As a reader — a Listener — I am often surprised when a writer is thankful for my contribution. I always think "No! I should be thanking you, not the other way around!" Your appreciation is as always, invaluable.
Thank you to those particular authors, who have pm'ed me in the past, with kind words of encouragement. You have no idea how much it has helped. I love you all so dearly.
My Favorite Fanfictions:
The Weapon (Revised)- GwendolynnFiction COMPLETE
Their Verdict of Vagaries- Angstier COMPLETE — I adore this author, with all of my heart. She has inspired my imagination in ways that I never thought possible. She's the type of writer that you wish you could meet, and hug and thank, thank, thank them for all of their hard work. I strongly suggest anyone into blogs, to check out her current travels. The links are on her page.
EVERYTHING BY THE FICTIONIST!!
As well as ObsidianPen!
I also suggest looking up the Out of The Night Forum, to find Raining Ink's abandoned story. It's true gold, and unfortunate that the author chose to stop writing Fanfiction. I think a few authors may have taken up finishing the story, but I haven't checked in lately.
There is nothing more pleasurable than reading one of my Fanfiction's updates. NOTHING. The moment I see that e-mail, signifying an update my heart beats a little faster and I begin to smile with lucid glee. I cannot recall anything else that can or has made me feel so amazing for any period of time. The world goes away and for the rest of the evening, my heart and mind will belong to that one Fanfiction. It is a sickness that I refuse to cure. It is an addiction. I'm not addicted to drugs or even life; I am addicted to a fantasy world, where my imagination rules over what is comprehensibly real.