If there’s one thing I learned through (almost) twenty years of living in this world, it’s this: life can be shitty sometimes, but we shouldn’t let that shittiness keep us from being happy.
Mom always said that I was two years old when I started to sing.
Words have been my companion for how many years now
Comforting me, making me laugh through a song or a book
Helping me live
Helping me make a living
Helping me exorcise my demons
and realize my desires and dreams.
But here I am, just finished making one.
Ha ha ha.
A poem for someone who is–but shouldn’t be–worth my feelings and time.
It was something unexpected
It was something unasked
But was welcome.
Until it isn’t.
Another fic. Again, I own nothing. I don’t earn any money from this.
It’s been a year since Fred’s death. All of us grieved, but as the time passed by, we understood that we should move on.
Life has been normal after his funeral. It is normal, but not better. All of us — our family, Harry, and Hermione have been thoroughly shaken up because of the whole ordeal.
Hermione has it worst among us. She was Fred’s fiancée. He loved her so much, and she feels the same about him. This is why I’m not surprised that she’s not in a better shape than I am.
But I didn’t know that it’s much, much worse than I thought.
This is first of some fanfiction I have posted on the Fanfiction website. I own nothing. Characters are J.K. Rowling’s. This is not made for monetary purposes. I just really love HP and Dramione.
“Why him, ‘Mione?” my ex-boyfriend, Ronald Weasley, asked me at dinner at the Great Hall. All of the seventh years should complete their studies, which were interrupted by the previous events. So now, all of us were still at Hogwarts, and in my case, I’m stuck with Ron pestering me about my relationship with Draco Malfoy.