Author has written 30 stories for Harry Potter, Twilight, His Dark Materials, Snow White and the Huntsman, Ender's Game series, and Divergent Trilogy.
He was standing outside in the rain. It was raining torrents now, where minutes ago it had only been drizzling, and he was soaking. Rain dripped down his hair, and his shirt clung thickly to his chest as he simply let it pour around him.
She watched him from the window, unsure of where to begin.
“Lily,” Sirius had cried breathlessly, running in to the office in the Ministry in the middle of work. His eyes were wild, the eyes of a person who has just seen something worse than they had ever imagined was possible. He had only been slightly damp, as it hadn’t really begun raining then. “You’ve got to come, now.”
She had bolted from her desk, grabbing whatever was close to hand. A disheveled Sirius, basically asking for her help? Something was terribly, terribly wrong. “What?” she asked him as they ran. "What?" The word became a chant. "Sirius, what? What." It echoed in her mind, drowning out his response. "What," she said again. Her hands were numb now, the fear budding from her spine, tingling down the nerves, ending in her fingernails.
“It’s James,” he had said, before grabbing her arm and tugging her into Side-Along Apparition to god-knew-where.
Unsure of where to begin?
I can't believe that it's been 12 years since I first entered the world of fanfiction. I was twelve in 2005 when I read my first story, and in late 2006 I started to write. Harry Potter and FanFiction have changed my life in innumerable ways, and the gratitude that I feel toward this community is indescribable.
A professor once told me that you should always keep reading, because there will come a time in your life that a book will get you through something for which there is no other way to get through. I believe that wholeheartedly.
I went to college in America for a dual degree in English (thanks fanfiction!) and Chemistry. I spent two years working in a medical research lab, and I'm now in medical school. Writing is still one of my greatest outlets and pleasures, and so while these stories no longer receive the love and attention they once did, they are not completely forgotten. So don't lose hope.
There is so much joy and beauty to be had in writing. I encourage everyone to continue to exercise their empathy muscle with excessive reading and writing. I hope that J.K. Rowling knows that what she has created stretches so far beyond the wonderful, spectacular, and often humorous world of Harry and co. There is the delicate romance of Lily and James, the steamy back-room confrontations that (definitely) happened between Hermione and Draco, and, and the slow burning sadness of Snape. Hermione's delicate tragedies were my own; Lily's aggravation over James was my own high school highs and lows. So much of my life has been quietly dictated by fanfiction -- book recommendations, my english major, the joy that I derive from honing my creative side. This world and others is such a beautiful place. Imagination is a commodity we cannot price. The elegant, simmering anger of Ahab, the coarse money of Jordan Baker, the pristine Aslan, the magic of Rand Al'Thor, the business intuition of Moll F., the brazen excitement of Lyra, the insidious worm Duke Roger, and the forever companion of our hearts, E Bennet.
Keep writing, friends. I know I always will.
My stories are erratically updated...eccentrically plotted...unintentionally ignored...inadvertently missed...reviewers spontaneously thanked...occasionally forgotten...eternally adored.