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Hey guys [If no one ever reads my entries, I really hope they coincidently stumble upon this one],

Sorry, I can't help it. I am an environmental science major, after all [not to mention I'd care anyway], but could you please do this and pass it on.

www12.earthhourus.org - Official Website!

Thanks. I really appreciate it.
So does the Earth, hopefully.
:D

Okay, well I was out today and there were these two kids playing around. One of them kind of looked like a young Harry Potter, except his hair was short and his glasses had smaller frames. Anyway, they were talking about Spiderman and all that good stuff and suddenly the one that didn't look like Harry Potter says...well, I'll put it in script format, it'll read easier.

NotHP- "blah blah Harry Potter."
HP- "Who?"
NHP- "You know, Harry Potter."
HP- Runs around
NHP- "The kid who was sitting on the swing. He was sad because he didn't have a job." [obviously this kid saw the fifth movie]
Amazzonia [far off] tells sister - "Oh my God, did you hear what that kid said?" Then I laugh.

It was great fun. LOL.You could hardly understand him because he's this like three year old and he was running Harry and Potter together and saying it in a babyish voice. It was amusing. And the HP kid was still running around.

On to more pressing matter. Then we went to the mall and, um, let me tell you, I don't particularly like the mall. So whenever we go I go to the bookstore and sit on those kind of six inches of the floor metal things that have the first row of books and I read. There is always the same guy there. The other week I went and got one book then I looked around again and went and bought another book and then I went back in and started reading. The guy that checked me out both times goes to the back room and comes back out and he's like, "you bought two books and you came back and now you're reading?" And I just looked at him, smiled and nodded. Well, I went again today and I was reading The Spiderwick Chronicles and he came by and just looked at me. I don't think he likes me very much. But what do I do? It's a bookstore, so I read. LOL. Don't people read in bookstores. Well, I just stick to what I'm reading sometimes, not go around and sample the beginning chapters [which is fun in its own right]. Stick me in a bookstore and I'll be a very happy camper. Anyway, I just wondered if you guys did the same thing? Or was it just some stupid Amazzonia thing. I don't mind. He can't kick me out. I do buy stuff from them. A lot of the time. Oh well, just thought I'd share. Incidentally, I'm almost done with The Spiderwick Chronicles. Very fast reads, if you're wondering. Brings back childhood memories.

Final thing. I dreamed about the veil in the Department of Mysteries' Death Room. It looked exactly like the one in the movie. The strange thing was that it had this shelf behind it and I was always on top of it. Well, not always, but a fair amount of the time. On the other side it looked more real. You know how in the book it's actually like a black tattered curtain that's fluttering, not this misty stuff; well, it was like that from the back, except it was like this rich tapestrial looking curtain. It was very odd. And when I took this really white stone and put it on top of the archway the fluttering stopped. It was the oddest thing ever. There were other things in the dream, just that one is the one that stuck most.

Well, I'm off. [Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness] Oh well. :)

Hello all, not that I will delude myself that anyone reads this, well, maybe the livejournal staff...Any who. I am deeply sorry that I have abandoned you so, live journal staff, my loves of old. Yeah. So, lots has happened since Harry's ikcle birthday, one of which being me still not having read DH...Talk about a fucking world record. I'm trying to see how long I can go without getting the ending to the book spoiled [and who dies]. NO, I am KIDDING. Being Sarcastic. In other words, if you tell me, the effects of my wrath will be worse than the final battle. Yes, that would be all of it. All the little wands raised in the air shouting various light and dark spells. All that, plust my own awesomely awesome powers, and you shall experience it. I have "PHENOMINAL COSMIC POWER...itty bitty living space." Capiche. Great...now we can go onto the more pressing matters of Dumbledore's love life.

First of all [hand over chest] I was crushed when he died and now I learn this and I am elated for him to have gotten what he deserved. I will not let my children put their hands on such debauchery again. Hem Hem. I DO NOT have kids,thank god, nor does My Dear Beloved Dumbledore's death get justified by him loving a MAN. Someone actually told me that they what they thought of Albus is now going to have to be re-evaluated and seen from the light of him being gay. Let's rephrase my response to be shorter. What. The. FUCK. Albus was ALWAYS gay, if JKR's blurp was not a conspiracy to get more publicity, and that means that when you saw him first he was gay and when you saw him last he was gay. His hand did not turn black to attone for his sins of pleasuring himself or others. [ehm...bad thought]. Now, don't get me wrong here, I don't care if he's sexual with whomever he wishes to be sexual with. But thinking about that has nothing to do with thinking about him and homosexuality [I guess I preach to the choir, as this is a predominantly an H/D sight]...I do not prefer to think of my parents/family/beloved teachers in any way that is sexual [GAH...bad thought]. Anyways, so Albus was always gay and just because you find out doesn't mean he's totally gone different. AHHHH...the enragement I feel at this. I wish I could show you with my lettering. But, as it were, my handwriting is chicken scratch anyways and my enraged writing would probably be neater. Sadly.

Ok...now on to these people who say that Albus was a paedophilic, specifically in his contact with Harry. BULL SHIT. Harry was the son that Albus never had. That's it. I don't understand how ANYONE can POSSIBLY fucking SEE this point of view. My handwriting would probably be even neater if you were to read it here. salkd;fj; gfksjdg;lakjgd;alkdsjgf. FUCK. Ok sorry.

If you don't like Dumbledore's sexuality you can leave that Great Hall Door and NEVER come back. I'm sure He would say: “The time is long gone
when I could ... force you to make repayment for your
crimes. But I wish I could, Tom...I wish I could...” And, yes, It would be with the TOM....you fucking Voldemorts of the world. [Sorry Tom Felton, I do not mean you]. Oh, that was in HBP.

I love you Dumbledore, where ever you are, and I hope you find happiness there. I should think you guys would like him more...look at what the hell he had to do, kill the person he was in love with because he was evil. How tragic is that. How fucking tragic, and you're there talking about his pervertedness. It makes my heart ache. God, I hate people [unless you have gone through my personal detector and passed. If there is no beeping sounds, and I continue to talk to you, you're mostly good. Gotta leave myself room for error ;). ].

Speaking of detectors, I wish to talk of my fellytone, for a brief instant of your existence. When I was in the airport this summer I went through those x-ray detector things and my phone bloody broke...my numbers one two and three don't work. And neither does the options button [the one where I can delete stuff and add new numbers] In effect, I also can't modify anyone's name because my ABCDEF don't work. I can't use my calculator. I can't send text messages [not that I did]. It's massive hellness. Really. It's like, for my phone, if you don't now exist here, you no longer exist. How LAME. Well, unless you call me. But that would be a temp existence, just as long as your number is running through my 'received calls' list. Or missed calls.

Also, I hate school. I am becoming disenchanted with Environmental Science because if it's not research is policy and I hate POLICY. So what the hell am I gonna do with it. I'd rather be an English teacher. Not that English teachers are lowly or anything.

Now I must head off to bed so I can rise and prep myself for the bashing of my story for Creative [bloody I'll grade on how much I like your story and you and nothing else] Writing.

I leave you with awesomeness...Look at his facial features...priceless. Also, I would like to thank Dumbledore for helping ME come out of my Slash fiction loving closet...I guess. And I only used it to justify that I don't care about his sexuality. What I initially cared about was whether this whole thing was contrived to get more news...But I'm starting to lean away from that because my characters have extra textual histories that might be surprising, or whatever. And so I sympathize.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY so sorry it's belated!!!! I hope you're using it well. I hope you aren't dead and/or with Ginny. And...I hope [actually this is a threat] you'd better be with Draco in a happy, loving, romantic, sickly sweet with a little good-natured arguing on the side relationship....OR ELSE!

That is all!

Yes, this is kind of repeated...Good job for noticing. Also, as I didn't read DH I wouldn't know if this post/prayer was answered...don't tell me if it did or didn't. Don't tell me any spoilers.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DRACO!!!! I hope you're using it well. I hope you aren't dead and/or in prison. And...I hope [actually this is a threat] you'd better be with Harry in a happy, loving, romantic, sickly sweet with a little good-natured arguing on the side relationship....OR ELSE!

That is all!

Don't begrudge a thirsty man his water.

OK, so I guess I lied about posting stories on here, but I did write this break. And I edited stuff, a lot. And I even manged to draw a thing or two...ok, I sketched a thing or two. God, picky picky. LOL.

But anyways, I guess I'll give you a story, if you really want one [I'm beginning to feel slightly crazy because I get the feeling that I'm talking to myself] Anyways, on with the wacky squirrelly tale of Amazzonia....who shall be, for easier writing, Ama.
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Ama had had a very foul morning, what with losing her phone and making herself look like a complete idiot in front of her English professor, but she planned to amend that by eating lunch outside. It was beautiful, and 39 degrees Fahrenheit. Some might have thought she was crazy to do this...but others would agree that eating in the cold is a great experience. What with the food warming its way down your stomach and the chill of the air tickling at your moistened lips. It was almost orgasmic. Ok...so it wasn't. But it was great for Ama's headache, nonetheless.


But this wasn't an ordinary lunch break. Out of everything that could have happened, Ama had to be attacked head on by a renegade squirrel.


Well, that's what Ama wanted to tell anyone who would listen, but that's not what really happened.


Her lunch started out peaceful enough, even when she started entertaining thoughts about the squirrel that was shuffling some feet in front of her. And no, not those kinds of thoughts. When she first saw the squirrel, it was crouched low, tail high, fighting against the frigid wind. Ama felt sorry for it, really.


"I wonder if squirrel eat chips?" She thought to herself. And if it could, would it be a good idea to feed it one, or would that make the squirrel want to follow her around everywhere...climbing up her legs?


At about the same time that Ama thought this, the squirrel looked up at her with one of its beady black eyes in keen interest. It's head tilted down some, level with the chip bag in her hands. And it got of the brick ledge it was on. Slowly.


No need to fear me, child, I'm just an approaching animal. I won't harm. Don't you run away now.


"OH yea, we can eat chips," it seemed to say in a scratchy voice that got caught with the wind.


Ama tilted her head when the squirrel came closer. The thoughts running through her head were now fierce, egging the squirrel to come closer closer closer to the sky blue bag in her hands. Her eyes widened in surprise when a passing walker failed to disrupt the squirrel from its course and position. In her previous experience, squirrels always ran away from the slightest movement.


That wasn't the weirdest thing that the squirrel was doing, though. About each couple of steps, it would stop and raise one or both of its front paws and put it against it's heart. Begging. The squirrel looked like it was absolutely begging for something to eat.


Food, please, I've got no job, no clothes, and it's 39 degrees...Fahrenheit out here. Food for the needy.


The squirrel was now about two feet from Ama. She held her breath, waiting to see what would happen.


Nothing, just Mr. Squirrel, holding both hands to his heart in a plea. She got up, maybe it wasn't after her. She moved toward it, it didn't move back. She moved away and, sneakily, it followed. Going between the trees and bushes to get to her. It never got closer than two feet away from her, though.


Ama was baffled, it's not that she hadn't ever heard of animals following people, it's just that no animal had ever really followed her around. The name "animal whisperer" ran through her frenzied thoughts. Was she, subconsciously, able to communicate with animals...rodents...just squirrels? She didn't know, and apparently, her squirrel couldn't care. He was eyeing her now, urgently. Somehow knowing that her class was coming up.


Do squirrels eat chips? Hot chips?


"Please don't die, don't die, don't die," Ama thought, as the stand off between her and the renegade squirrel came to a head. She'd now moved away three times...to validate her theory that she was being stalked by a squirrel. Laughing insanely on the inside, she poked around her chip bag and found the least coated, largest chip, and threw it away from her. The squirrel, who was hiding under the table, ready to jump on her arm and just take the bag away, lowly groveling be damned, pounced on the runaway chip and caught it. How could it not, the chip was frozen with terror at the squirrel's rodent-ness.


But the squirrel wasn't done yet.


In order to appease it, knowing what she was getting herself into, Ama laid another chip in front of the nibbling squirrel. It stopped chewing madly, observed her through a sideways, fathomless eye, and went right back to eating. Ama went to a bench in the far corner where she would be able to observer the behaviour of this animal from afar. The squirrel still had easy access to her chip bag, as the blue contrasted greatly with Ama's black jacket that it lay upon.


Somewhere during it's snack...lunch..dinner..all three meals wrapped into one to go for the hobo rat, someone else walked by. This time, the squirrel behaved naturally and ran up a tree to eat in heightened peace. Unless the birds got it. That's when the another unusual thing happend. Ama had been watching the tree for a couple of minutes when bird swooped low into the foliage. A second later a shadow on the wall seemed to have jumped then, in the corner of Ama's eye, the squirrel jumped, following it's shadow. Her breath caught in her throat...what was going on?


She watched the tree more carefully, and the bushes around where the squirrel seemed to have jumped.


A few mintutes later, the squirrel raced back down the tree, grabbed the second chip, and ran back up the tree for more peace. Ama did not place a third chip, for better observation.


Will the rat follow the trail of the maze to food?


"Watching one tree is sort of boring after a while," Ama observed in a droned out fashion. But finally the squirrel came down, looked around where the last chip was and then traced the second half of Ama's trail, going to where Ama had thrown the first chip. Going under the table. Finally, it mounted the trash.


"Can't play hide-n-seek forever, you know," It cooed.


"Come here, chipy chipy chipy," it finished, sing-song.


The wind mixed Ama's glee- it was following the path!- with the squirrel's mad expedition. Feeling sorry for it, especially since it was being so cooperative, Ama put another chip for it down by where the old chip was. It found it, to Ama's further excitement, but went to eat in a different place. It seemed that squirrels get tired of the same tree for a long time as well.


It kept watching her...


"Can't get away from me now, kiddy, I know where you live. Yeah, I do. 'Round lecture hall 100, that's where. Don't you go nowhere, my pretty little restaurant," it cackled as it crunched crunched crunched on the orange triangle. A shiver, whether from her newly discovered animal whispering abilities or the battering wind, ran up Ama's spine. She clamped on her tongue to stop her teeth from chattering.


After watching it and hearing the crunch of the chip and realizing that the squirrel wasn't going to follow, Ama put a last chip on the bench...her last observation. Though she wouldn't see this one happening because class was already starting.


She turned around, amid whispers -I got my eye on you" and "Mmm, spicy, just what I need in this heat"- and went up the steps to the classroom.


Her mind wandered to her little begging squirrel, who's hand was on his poor little freezing heart, and she hoped he'd found the last chip.


When class was over, she ran outside to check the bench.


The chip was gone and Ama smiled big as she started walking to her next class. Incidentally, it happened to be "'round lecture hall 100."


The howling wind blended in quite nicely with her squirrel's mad laughter.

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Ok, there you have it, my story posted. Hope you like other personality of Amazzonia.

That's right, folks, the seventh Harry Potter book title is out. If you don't want to read anymore...just stop right now because I'm going to be revealing the title in three seconds.

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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows...


Now, when I opened up my computer this afternoon and I saw that it was out, I almost didn't want to see it, just because I want it to be a surprise. But JKR still hasn't finished the book, though she says she's writing the scenes that have been with her for a long time, which leads me to believe she's almost done. And I, like her, lament at the end of this great series. It had to end sometime, I mean, all good things do. That was pessimistic. Anyways, so you had to play hangman to solve the riddle [ha, get it, Riddle..like Tom Riddle, OK, done] So anyways, she could have made it anything...like scrabble, or a word search or a cross word puzzle or whatever...no she made it hangman. That's forboding. ANyways...so Hallows, which means Saints, is the main part...so are saints going to be deathly. Is it going to be inferi. All I think I'm pretty sure about is that the final battle is going to happen on Holloween...which is kind of like going full circle or kind of like Harry/Ginny. I mean...I so hope that the final showdown will not happen that day because it's obvious. But again, it does make the whole thing go full circle...

So, I just wonder what saints have to do with all this....will ghosts come back..the founders ghosts come back and help Harry out? I mean...are they considered saintly. And according to wikipedia:
"The festival of All Saints, also sometimes known as All Hallows or Hallowmas ("hallows" meaning "saints," and "mas" meaning "Mass"), is a feast celebrated in the honour of all the saints, known and unknown. Halloween is the day preceding it, and is so named because it is "The Eve of All Hallows". All Saints is also a Christian formula invoking all the faithful saints and martyrs, known or unknown."

So, does that mean that Harry is going to be a martyr for this war, or is it going to happen on november instead of october 31?

A fic is slowly coming to mind...hehehehe. I bet a lot of people have fics coming to mind now though. Oh well.

Thanks to JKR for the lovely gift, although it almost made me cry, and a very happy holiday to her and her family.

Well, I'm two-thirds of the way done with finals....not that I update much, or that anyone reads my entries...but no matter. I had a review today, and my professor brought in her kid, he's eight months old and reminds me exactly of how I imagine Baby Draco, white white blond hair, gray, spiked with blue, eyes. He's so adorable. And he was smashing things everywhere, but then he fell asleep.

So, yesterday, I think, I had a dream that I was in one of those asylums you always hear about famous writers or thier aunts or sisters going to...It was a very very vibrant dream. At first I thought I dreamt it because I just finsihed " The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath-if you've read that book you know what I'm talking about, but you can guess from context clues anyways- but then I remembered that I had a similar dream before...It was very distrubing. I don't know what was wrong with me though, I guess I have to dream it again, yeah?

But now I have a headache and I have a lot to study, so I do know that I will have more fics up this holiday break, one's already done -thought it's quite short- but IF you look forward to my fics you'll see it here soon, if you havn't already read it on some other site that I'm on.

OH, and today I found out that "Lasair and Maya's Fanfiction and Ramblings" website is GONE!!! I almost started crying, I just saved "Dark Side of Light" on my book marks the other day and now it won't work anymore. And I liked Maya's little cannon slash themes that she picked out from the HP books. And the recs...Oh what am I going to do? How am I going to study? I need that website back! I wish there was a way to save everything on every website, that would be nice. Then I wouldn't always be faced with disappearing websites and disappearing fanfics, because I would have already saved them!!

SIGH...back to work now, well, after I read these updates..."Redeem Me" here I come!!!

This is my first Fan-fic, it's more of a Drabble and I will be combining it with a lot of my other one-shots in an Multi-chapter format called "Some Shots in the Dark" [It will be archived in my memories as such]

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape or form.

Summary: Harry and Draco have had enough. They go on a vacation neither of them will forget, but what about the rest of the wizarding world.

Warnings: This is Harry/Draco, though it's not explicit; Suicide; Character Death; Implied Angst.

NOTE: This story is also being archived at Fanfiction.net under the name Amazonia and the title of "Some Shots in the Dark"








The Endless Vacation


“Let’s travel.”


Harry stared.

“I’m not running, Draco, not from them.”

“We're not, we’re going on vacation, how does that sound?”

“I’d rather not be Nott, but fine, let’s. This is our last trip.”

“A trip to remember.”

“You’re still one for dramatics? No one will even notice we’re gone.”
….

“I love you,” they chorused.

“See you on the other side.”

They smiled genuinely. It felt weird, doing that out in the open; but it was the last time, in mortality.

….

The Malfoy-Potters were found preserved in a desert fifty years later, still kissing and embracing. Cause of death: self-poison.

H i,

I finally decided to join the crazy world of Live-Journal. You could blame/thank the wonderful Fanfiction stories that I wanted to save to my memories in case something happens to my favorites file. So I guess you could say that it's my backup. I will probably post my goods here too, we'll see. Anyways, this is my hello blog, I hope I'm in for a hell of a ride!

PS. You could, perhaps, blame my 9th month 'birthday' on this...I am now 20 and nine months...Of course I just realized this fact.