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hello...my name is nattalie but you can call me nat for short and this is my story...
bumping into harry was the best thing that ever happend to me...because of it, i met ron, luna, neville, hermione, but i'm in amor with harry...
sigh. i was always in amor with harry potter. but why can't he see it...

*nat flash back*
"ok, the train'll be here in a few minutes, do you have everything?" my sister pam asked. "yep, books, wand...everything." I said. "PLATFORM 9 AND THREE QUATERS!" the conducter called. "TRAIN TO HOGWARTS LEAVES IN 2 MINUTES!"
"that's my train." I said, tears running down from my silver...

You know that feeling in your heart? When your coração is just pounding, like it's actually outside your ribs. Exposed, venerable, but wonderful and awful, and heartsick, and alive, all at the same time?Thats what I am feeling right now.Harry Potter sat in the commen alone.His friends and everyone was sleeping.He wasnt though.He got up and left to sit por the fire.

In his hand were letters.Letters from the woman he was in amor with.But lets start from the beginng.
Harry was on his way to see Ginny.He always felt he loved her but every time they kissed or huged.It just didnt feel right.Voldimort...

In seven days, God created the world. And in seven seconds, I shattered mine.My name is Andrea but you can call me Andie.Im a 6th ano in Hogwarts and im..well how do I describe myself.I guess there isnt a way to really.I grew up like a princess,and hated it.My mother never understode the fact that im not girly.She always wanted her well mannered,beautiful,intellagent daughter.I was many things..ok I was smart..but well mannered?Beautiful?Not in the least.Or atleast I didnt think so.My friends always told me how pretty I was but I never belived them.I was in to sports and video games.I ate...

You're walking down the draughty corridors in silence, but it isn't exactly an awkward one... mais like loaded. You can feel him walking seguinte to you, back straight, staring progressivo, para a frente in a way that seems almost forced. You can feel him, but you can't see him, because you too are keeping your gaze fixed on a point somewhere far in front of you, and when that fails, determinedly looking anywhere but at him. You're still somewhat mad at him, and you're quite sure that he's mad at you (because he has every right to be) but the pair of you are Head Students, so you have to patrol, whether you want...