I'm 15 and I'm from Portugal. I’m a totally Harry Potter addicted. I love to write my own stories and poems, not based in movies or series, to read, to laugh.
My favortie books are:
- From J.K. Rowling - I love all the books written by her, but the one who touched me was "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows", especially in this bit:
“I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have seen your fears. All you desire is possible, but all that you dread is also possible….”
“Stab!” shouted Harry; his voice echoed off the surrounding trees, the sword point trembled, and Ron gazed down into Riddle’s eyes.
“Least loved, always, by the mother who craved a daughter…Least loved, now, by the girl who prefers your friend… Second best, always, eternally overshadowed…” …. “Who wouldn’t prefer him, what woman would take you, you are nothing, nothing, nothing to him,” crooned Riddle-Hermione, and she stretched like a snake and entwined herself around Riddle-Harry, wrapping him in a close embrace: Their lips met. On the ground in front of them, Ron’s face filled with anguish. He raised the sword high, his arms shaking.
“Do it, Ron!” Harry yelled.
Ron looked toward him, and Harry thought he saw a trace of scarlet in his eyes.
“ Ron-- ?”
The sword flashed, plunged: Harry threw himself out of the way, there was a clang of metal and a long, drawn out scream.", "Slowly, Hary walked back to him, hardly knowing what to say or do. Ron was breathing heavily: His eyes were no longer red at all, but their normal blue; they were also wet."
”The sword clanged as Ron dropped it. He had sunk to his knees. his head in his arms. He was shaking, but not, Harry realized, from cold. Harry crammed the broken locket into his pocket, knelt down beside Ron, and placed a hand cautiously on his shoulder. He took it as a good sign that Ron did not throw it off. “After you left,” he said in a low voice, grateful for the fact that Ron’s face was hidden, “she cried for a week. Probably longer, only she didn’t want me to see. There were loads of nights when we never even spoke to each other. With you gone…” He could not finish; it was only now that Ron was here again that Harry realized how much his absence had cost them. “She’s like my sister,” he went on. “I love her like a sister and O reckon she feels the same way about me. It’s always been like that. I thought you knew.”
- From Dan Brown - Angels and Demons.
- From Stephenie Meyer - Twilight, New Moon
All my fics are created by me. All the characters are created by me. My stories are written in portuguese which is my mother language, but and I hope soon, I will translate them to english.
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