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What do you think about all those people writing these strange fanfics about Harry Potter? I happen to think that it is a good idea because many people are getting bored because J.K is taking so long to publish the next installments. I'm sure many people feel differently, but that's there desision. Here is my version of one. “You only love me because I remind you of him!” I shouted as I slammed the door to my room. A few seconds later my door opened and I could feel him staring at me with those demanding eyes that can see clear into my heart and soul. I sat down by the window and watched him with rage building up inside me. I looked at him with a blank expression on my face, but inside I was crying out for help. I have been in love with him for so long, yet I wasn’t able to express my feelings for him until last night. We were sitting on the sofa watching a muggle program on the television. Well, perhaps I should rephrase that. He was watching the television, but I was watching him. I had never seen a human that was made to perfection until I met my godfather. Obviously, when I was thirteen, my only thoughts were of having someone close to me and not living with the Dursleys. When I was fourteen, I turned to him for advice when I needed it most. At fifteen, what I feared most was losing the one person who had suddenly became more important to me than anyone else in the world. I wrote him constantly about everything, whether it was Voldemort, quidditch, or just pulling pranks on Slytherins. At the age of sixteen, I not only felt older, but I looked older. I was taller, and some might have even called me handsome. That was the year that I realized I no longer cared about Cho or any other females, in that way. And who did I turn to for Advice? My godfather, of course. When I was afraid to tell my closest friends that I was gay, I felt no fear when I told him. I knew that no matter what he would always be there for me. He immediately set my mind to ease, which made me feel comfortable enough to tell Ron and Hermione about my sexuality. And they accepted it with open arms, just like Sirius said they would.
Approximate Word count = 1641
Approximate Pages = 6.6
(250 words per page double spaced)
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