I write, more and more sparingly, and peck at reviews like a raven for breadcrumbs. I moderate on the forums, but am taking up a side job in lurking. I spend my days catching up on old episodes of Doctor Who, continually pressing the "reblog" button on Tumblr, and spending far too much time on AIM - yet somehow, at the same time, not enough.
I adore Sarah Finnegan and Victoria Moors but not as much as I adore Harry Potter - hence the reason I spend my days here in my journey to pair Sirius with everything possible and create terrifying head canon. Most of my stories fit into the same canon. Notably, The One Left Behind and Cartoon Heart fit into a seperate continuity than my other stories. However, these can be read in any order: there may simply be allusions to each other within these two continuities of stories.
Thank you for reading through this and I hope you have time to read or review one of my fics.
Something has changed in Merope Gaunt, a thrumming of insect wings, a pulse kickstarting to life.
Merope is alone. Penniless, undernourished and pregnant - these are the last three trimesters of her life.
Summary: All these years, Hermione has been waiting for this and there is only one person who really understands why.
Summary: Sitting in my room watching raindrops dancing on the window pane, I try to catch the attention of the passers by, but no one can see.
They never see.
In her room at St Mungo's, Alice sits and waits.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. She wrote in so few words a scene between Neville and Alice that never fails to make me cry.
This story was inspired by the song Shadows in the Rain, by The Police. It was originally a drabble written for the lovely Ariana (lucca4) in the SBBC Musical Drabble Exchange.
Thank you, Natalie (hestiajones) for beta'ing the original drabble.