My RP based story!

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Hello everyone! I'm sure that you all have heard at some point or another about the story I've been working on lately. It's about my RP character and her friends, Pixie, Edward, I put Eric in it and some extra people that I randomly put in just so it doesnt completely revlove around them and, of course, the beloved Riaen the vampire is in it..but he hasn't come in just yet in the writing process. I'm hoping to eventually make a book out of it and have a series, like the actually HP books, except he's more in the backround of mine. Each book will be a different year in her Hogwarts schooling and Riaen won't come in until her third year when she's allowed to go into Hogsmead Village, since that's where they met. I personally can't wait for the finished product and I think I can trust you guys enough to post sections of it and not have anyone steal my ideas. I might be wrong but I want to trust you anyway because I think it's the best story I've ever done. I'll be posting some and writing about it and then you guys can comment if you want or give me some things to add or edit so all of you will be involved in the making of it.

-Rose a.k.a "Harvina Walker"  

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in the beginning...

August 13th, a chilling night in the small town of Hale, England. It was dark, what looked to be about midnight, and the night sky hovered starlessly above. Far out in the countryside, on top of a hill, sat a large, luxurious, five story, mansion. The Walker Estate. Willed through the centuries from father to son. It had a curve around driveway in the front with an exuberant fountain, and in the back of the mansion lay a beautiful garden filled with every type of flower, a dozen rather large fountains and in the center, with a royal-looking patio set for drinking tea with friends on a nice day.

A young man at the raw age of twenty, sat in the study of the great mansion. He was a tall and brawny man. Black, slicked back hair covered his head and his lips were almost twitching in anticipation. He sat at his desk and twiddled his fingers, fidgeting with a pen every so often when, finally, he dropped the pen and picked up a newspaper, desperate to catch himself up with news to keep his mind off of the events taking place in his home. Portraits of rude old men cover the walls around him and one, by the name of Devinius, spoke in a rough Irish accent.
" 'onestly, Lucasius, when is 'at useless wife of yours goin' 'a give birth? It's been two 'ays since she wen' in, for goodness sake! You'd bett'er bloody well hope you 'ave a son! The 'ole family is brought up by first sons-!'
"-Grandfather! Please, be patient. Frilla is in the hospital wing with the midwife and a magical doctor. She's in labor right now. And don't call my wife useless. She is having my child for heaven's sake!" He said in his gentle, velvet soft, English voice.

And just then, all at once, they heard an echo of a woman's scream, a smaller echo of a baby's cry, and the ringing of the telephone sitting in front of him on his desk. He froze and looked from Devinius' portrait to the phone and picked it up, hesitantly.
"Hello?---Harold, it's great to hear from you again---no, I'm afraid Frilla isn’t able to talk at the moment--Yes, she's with the midwife right now, as a matter of fact, I've just heard a baby and I was on my way to see the child---yes, we hope its a son too--What?---Victiore's just given birth also?---to a girl?!---Aldora, is it?" he said, disappointed. "Well, that's great. Let's just hope mine's a boy or Grandfather Devinius will have a witch fit.--" he shot a glare at his grandfather’s portrait on the wall, "Well, Harold, we should plan a family gathering, in celebration of the next generation of Walkers. But I'm afraid I must go.--Yes, goodnight then."

Throwing his night robes around him, he hung up the phone and hurried to the hospital wing just a ways down the long, dark hall. As he entered, he saw a young, blonde woman, fragile looking and pale with tiny beads of sweat across her forehead and face. She appeared to be asleep but as he entered she sat up in the bed and exclaimed, "Oh, Lucas! A baby! I can't believe it! Oh, I'm so happy-!"
"What is it?" interrupted Lucasius.
"Lucas, I'm-"
"a son, Frilla! Do we have a son?!"
"Master Walker?" spoke the old midwife, Winafred, from the darkness. He had to squint to see where he was talking to.
"Yes?"

The old woman, dressed as a gypsy, was holding a small bundle of blankets in her arms. Lucas leaned in for a closer look and by the light of a single candle, he saw small features. Blue, piercing eyes, small rounded nose and chin, and tiny little fingers that peaked out, grabbing at the blankets it was covered in. With great disgust, he stormed out of the room and down the hall and locked himself away in his study once again. Frilla and Winafred stood behind, looking at each other worriedly.
"Glyndie, do you suppose he will grow to love her?" asked Frilla in a small shaking voice.
"I am afraid I do not know, Miss Frilla. It is expected for the first Walker child in each family to be born a son..Master Walker may feel shamed to have not upheld this legacy. He may also think you, alone, to be the reason. But I do not know if that's the truth."

She took the baby, wrapped in blankets, and put her aside in a small little bed, lined with white lace and little designs of snakes. Then handed her Mistress a piece of parchment and an inked quill. Frilla knew what she had to do. She had to write to her mother, Myra, and give up her baby to her. She hated that she must do this but for the sake of Lucasius' pride in his family, she must do so.

My dear mother,
I'm pleased to write to you at this moment as, I'm sure you know from grandmother's portrait hanging in my hospital wing, I have just given birth an hour ago to a happy baby girl. I am ecstatic that I have bore a daughter, whereas the Walker family looks down on it. It is the Walker legacy that the first child born to every family be a son, and since ours is a girl, I know what I must do to uphold Lucasius' family honor. The baby must live with you--

She was interrupted in her writing by Lucas storming back into the hospital wing, his voice low but at the same time rough and booming. "The only solution is to tell my family the truth. You have given birth to a daughter. Legacies change all the time. My brother Harold's wife, Victiore, has also just given birth to a daughter named Aldora. They are keeping her, as will we. However, I will not treat her as well as I would a son. She will, as she turns old enough to care for herself, live with your mother. From there, if she shows magical talents, she will attend Hogwarts where we cannot see her. That is all I wish to say. I am off to bed. Goodnight," and he bowed out of the room and walked up to his room on the fifth floor. Frilla and Winafred looked equally pleased as the other.
"Oh, Miss Frilla!" she exclaimed, hugging her tightly, "How will you name her?"
The glowing new mother looked down upon her child that lay now in her arms and said with a smile,
"I think I'll call her...Harvina."  

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Good and Bad News for Lucasius...

Years passed and the young baby Harvina turned into a young troubling toddler, breaking most things valuable, and running about the house in mud-covered clothes from playing outside. She was now at the age of five and as she skipped down the hall, happily, she passed her father's study and heard him talking to someone. She did not recognize the responding voice at all. The only voices in the house were her mother Frilla, her father occasionally, and her nursemaid from when she was born, Winafred. But this voice was old and rough sounding, with a strange accent she hadn't ever heard before this. She creaked the door open a small amount, thankful that Lucasius hadn’t heard, and she saw the old man her father was speaking to. He had short gray hair which had a reddish tint to it, a fat nose and he looked rather like a toad.

"Lucasius! When ar'you goin' to get rid of 'at girl of yours? She's a shameful face on the Walker family tree. When is she leaving?"
"Grandfather, I've told you, when she shows magical abilities-"
"-If she shows magical abilities!" croaked the old man.
"It won't be for a few more years. She's not yet of age. She's only five-!"
"--Boy, I do not care! She does not deserve a room in the Walker mansion! My great grandfather's mansion wasn't for girls like her! It is for-"
"Boys! I know! Well, get over that she's not a boy. Frilla loves her and I love Frilla. And if she wants to raise her until she is dead, then I will allow her to do so! Good day to you grandfather!"
"Boy, love is a useless waste of your time! Especially to that thing you're married to!"

Harvina heard the slamming of a heavy book on his desk and his footsteps stomping towards the door. Her eyes got wide and she began skipping down the hall once again, hurriedly, to hide that she had just heard of her shamefulness. Lucasius opened the door just as Harvina began to skip again, stared after her, and then walked the opposite way, towards Frilla's bedroom.

Frilla was sitting at her vanity mirror, across the room from her four-poster bed, brushing her hair. She was startled out of a gaze when she heard a knock at her door. "Yes, enter!" she said and her tall brooding husband came strolling in and shut the door. A smile crossed his face as he looked at her in her night gown, she apparently had not gotten dressed yet. He walked up behind her and began massaging her neck and shoulders in a seductive way, then kissing her asked, "You wanted to see me?"
"Yes..um..can you stop that please? I have to tell you something important.." Lucasius stopped kissing and sat upon the seat at the edge of her bed.
"What is it?" he asked curiously.
"Lucas, darling. I think I may be pregnant again." she smiled at him, pleased, as he just sat there frozen in his gaze. Then he muttered, "Will it be a son?"
"I, honestly, don't know. I have the same symptoms as I did with Harvina so I suppose it's a girl again." She waited a long moment for his reaction, expecting an outburst like he had five years ago when Harvina was born. Lucasius got up slowly, walked to her again and kissed her on the head, "It'll be fine." and he walked out into the hall. and down the stairs.

He didn’t know where he was off to but, he didn’t want to hear from his grandfather, Devinius again about the shame of a daughter. He ended up outside of Harvina's room on the third floor. Her door was half-opened and she was on the floor playing with her dolls, what looked to be a tea party. He looked around at the room, half-smiling, and decided that change in legacy was good, but he would never reveal his love for his shamed daughter out loud.  

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Surprises in the Walker Garden...

Five more years past and the young parents now had two healthy daughters, Harvina and Carling Avory, and now, to the entire Walker family's greatest surprise, a new baby son named Thomas. The family was in the back garden with Harold and Victiore Walker, having tea. Thomas was in Frilla's loving, embracing arms while her husband and relatives talked of their families.

"--Well, yes, of course, Lucasius..but what if she doesn't use magic at all? Could you imagine the look on old Devinius' face if one of our children, let alone daughters, was a squib?" Harold was saying in a half-laugh. He was a portly man, very ugly to Harvina, he looked shockingly like the old man from the portrait in her father's study, who she now knew to be her great-great-grandfather, Devinius Walker. Harold also had a fat nose and large features, but did not resemble the same gray-red hair. He was sporting a much darker..much less hairy style. He was nearly bald and looked like a crossbread between a toad and a monk.

Harvina and Carling were, expectedly, causing trouble among the flowers with their cousin, Aldora. She was small but powerful-looking with black hair and blue eyes. She did not look anything like her toad father, but more like her mother. Victiore was slight and had flowing black hair. She looked like a mistress of the dark, or as thought she was fresh out of Azkaban prison, where many nutter witches and wizards were locked up. Aldora was ripping flowers from their bed and throwing them into Carling's short, shabby, blonde hair.

"-Take that, you little brat!' she said in a mischevious tone.
"Stop it! Stop! Mummy! Make her stop!" Carli was screaming.
"Aldora, stop it. That's not nice." Harvina said in a pathetic attempt at stopping her cousin.
"Stop, Aldora!" Carling was still screaming.
"No!" she retorted, still throwing more flowers and dirt.
"STOP!" and unexpectedly, the flowers and dirt turned to mud pie and flung itself at Aldora straight in the face. The young girl ran from the flower bed screaming for her mother.
"Mummy! Harvina threw mud at me!"

Harvina and Carling sat in the flower bed, brushing off the flowers and dirt that had remained in Carling's hair. They both looked at their parents, Harvina looking worried that she might get in trouble. But her parents just sat looking at her.

"Harvina!" shouted Victiore, "We do not fling mud at family members! Only mudbloods and muggles!"
"But she didn’t throw it! Look, her hands are clean!" defended Carling.
"Oh my!" exclaimed Frilla, "She used magic! Darling, she used magic to do that! She's going to Hogwarts! I saw it with my own eyes, Lucas! She's used magic before she’s turned eleven!"
"Isn't your daughter only ten, same as Aldora?" asked Harold, almost encouragingly.
"Yes! Yes, she is! and she used magic!"
Victiore was grunting in disgust at what covered her daughter. "Harold!" she shouted at her husband.
"Well, we must go." he said, acting serious. "Thank you for the tea, Frilla. Lucasius, we must keep in touch." He flicked his wand and said 'Evanesco' and the dirt was gone, Harold grabbed his wife's shoulder, who was holding her daughter in her lap, and disapparated, Aldora sticking her tongue at Harvina as they went.

Later that night, Frilla was putting her baby son to sleep in his crib beside her bed when she heard a clatter from downstairs. She rushed down to see what it was and she saw Harvina and Carling in the fourth floor corridor, standing over a suit of armor that had just toppled over.
"Mummy, I didn't do that." said Harvina, pointing at the broken armor.
"Then who did?"
"Carli did it. She was yelling at me, like I was yelling at Dora, and it fell down like that."
Frilla stared at her five year old daughter in wonder. Surely, she had not just used magic. She couldn't have done, she wasn't even ten yet. Or rather, she wasn't even six.
"I will clean it up. Both of you, off to bed, shoo." she excused them. They simultaneously turned back and walked together down the corridor and down the steps until they got to their rooms and separated. Frilla looked at the mess of armor on the floor and extracted her holly and dragon heartstring wand from her pocket. With one quick flick, the mess was gone and the armor stood up straight against the wall. 'Carling couldn’t have done that, it must have been Harvina trying not to get herself into trouble.' Yes, Frilla decided, that was it. It was Harvina. She was the one who had used magic already, not Carling. Surely a five year old couldn't have knocked over a whole suit of armor, shattering and cracking, onto the floor.  

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The Birthday Party...

The day was again August 13th, Aldora and Harvina’s eleventh birthday. The family gathered in the second floor sitting room on the ancient furniture. The enchanted piano was playing itself, Carling, now six years old, was spinning around in circles in the center of the room, and Thomas, now one, was sitting on the side of the couch, where his mother sat, playing with his blocks. The adults sat on separate couches, Harold and Victiore, by the fireplace, Frilla and Lucasius, in front of the window, Myra and Arles, Frilla’s parents, on the other side of the fireplace, Vick and Henriette, Victiore’s parents, by the piano, and Rupert and Emma, Harold and Lucas’ parents, opposite Lucas and Frilla. Light was pouring in and reflected every shining surface, making the room appear to be sparkling. The family was sitting and talking, waiting for the two birthday girls to come down to the party.


Meanwhile, Harvina and Aldora were up in Harvina’s bedroom on the fourth floor, getting ready for their party downstairs where their family now sat waiting. Aldora was already dressed, in a dark green dress with a black and silver sash around the waist and puffed sleeves, waiting on the bed for Harvina to get dressed.

“Aldora, what do you think I should wear?” She peered out from the closet in a silk underdress, “Purple or yellow?” She held up two dresses one almost exactly like Aldora’s green one, but in purple, and the other one a simple straight torso dress with yellow lace and a skirt that flaired at the bottom lined in black.

“Why don’t you wear your green one? It’s Slytherin colours, you know. That’s why I’m wearing this. I’m going to be in Slytherin when I get to Hogwarts." she said knowingly. "Got my letter last night, supply list and all. ‘Dear Miss Walker,we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.’” she quoted the letter, “I can’t wait to get to school next month. You got your letter yet?”
“No,” replied Harvina from her closet, “Mum said I’ll get it before school starts though. Said she’s buying me a new owl so I can write to her...say, Aldora?”
“Hm?”
Harvina hesitated, “What if..I’m not in Slytherin with you? What if I get into a different house instead?”
“Don’t you know histories of this family, Harvina? Honestly, you should research the family tree. Every single Walker has been a Slytherin. Hasn’t been one who’s made a different house in centuries. That’s how my mum and dad met, in Slytherin common room, they told me. Uncle Lucas was with them too-.”
“--What about my mum?” she interrupted.

Aldora’s soft expression turned hard and cold at her curiosity. “Your mother,” she sneered “, was also in Slytherin. But that traitor was friends with mudbloods. Course, she dumped those friends when she met Uncle Lucas, he made her do it. Now she doesn’t know why the bloody hell she was friends with them. They don’t live around here. They live among muggles, mostly in London. Filthy things, they are.” Aldora pointed her finger at Harvina’s chest, “Never make friends with those people! Never befriend a mudblood or a muggle, do you understand? People who do that get crossed out of family trees and exiled! Ever heard of Sirius Black?" she asked hotly.
"No.."
"He's in Azkaban for murder. Been in there for a while. Well, he was friends with mudbloods and his mother blacked him out of their family tree-" she explained.
“I understand.” answered Harvina, her face expressionless. What the heck was a mudblood? She didn’t know about that But she quickly wiped the thought from her mind. She would never be associated with muggles or mudbloods.
“Good.” Aldora was now looking at the purple dress her cousin was wearing. “Must be you’re favorite colour. Let’s go down.”
Aldora grabbed Harvina by the hand and dragged her down the stairs to the second floor sitting room. As they entered. there was celebration.
“Hey, it’s the birthday girls!”
“Look at you two all dressed up!”
“Harvina sit by me!”. Shouts were coming from all over the room and presents were immediately taken from the table. Carli was the first to run to Harvina with her present.
“Harvina, open mine first!”
The eleven year old opened her sister’s gift with grace that was never before displayed from this particular child. "Oh..ballet shoes..thanks Carli.." said Harvina halfheartedly.
"They make you dance 'til you take them off!" Carli exclaimed.
"Oh! Even better! Thank you." she hugged her sister.

The next was Harold and Victiore’s brand new quills and ink, a journal from her father’s parents, a storybook from her grandmother Myra, trick gum from Aldora, to play pranks on fellow students. And finally came her mother and father’s gift. She already knew what it was that they got her, but she had no idea what else it had with it. She ripped back the paper from the cage and saw a dark brown owl with a letter around its neck. It was from Hogwarts. She hurriedly opened the cage and grabbed the letter from the owl and read it to herself. Then jumped up and down excitedly as if she'd just won the muggle lottery.
“Mummy, Daddy, I’m going to Hogwarts! Carling! I'm going to Hogwarts!"

Everyone in the room ran to embrace her. Even Aldora got it on the hug along with her little brother Thomas, who had just been learning to walk across rooms. The celebration was louder than ever when the cake came out that had 'Happy Birthday to our new Slytherins!' written on it in green and silver icing and hers and Aldora's names were written in black along the sides of the cake.

"Thank you!" Harvina said to her family.
"Hey, psst"Aldora whispered so only Harvina could hear.
"What?"
"Now you have no choice but to make Slytherin." she said and they both smiled and continued the party apart.  

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Schocking Stories For Harvina...

The rest of the party was a celebration including drinks, more gifts, mostly school supplies and robes for Aldora, and then, the night wrapped itself around the mansion on top of the hill on the countryside of Hale, England. Family by family, the Walkers disapparated to their homes to settle for the night. Harvina went off to her room, with all of her new presents in hand, extra happy that night at having finally gotten her Hogwarts letter. Now Aldora, the snob, had nothing to brag about. Now they both had letters, and Harvina had already beat her with her magic, she’d been using it since she was ten. Whereas Aldora just got hers a few weeks back. Harvina had five months on her spoiled rotten cousin.

She couldn’t wait to get to school next week. But there was one thing she couldn’t get off of her mind. Houses. Which house would she be sorted into at Hogwarts? Aldora was, for sure, going to be in Slytherin, with how incredibly evil she was to people. She didn’t know anyone else that was going to Hogwarts. She’d been brought up out of public, or private school for that matter. Her parents didn’t believe in sending her to a muggle facility, but chose to send for a magical tutor at a young age that would disguise herself as a muggle teacher until Harvina showed magical abilities. Then the training for school started and Harvina never became ill or missed an assignment. Whether it was a simple spell or a paragraph on what a hinkypunk looks like, she never faltered in her school work.
“Harvina” she heard a tiny voice say from her bedroom door. Harvina turned to see her little sister Carling standing there and was pleased it wasn’t someone else.

“Yes?” she answered.
“Will I go to Hogwarts too, do you suppose?”
“I dunno, I guess you will, you’ve used magic, contrary to what mother may think, and Winafred's been teaching you the same things as me. There’s no reason why you shouldn’t go to Hogwarts. Why do you ask?”
Carling looked down at her small slippers on her feet, looking almost embarassed, “I don’t want to be away from you for long. Mummy and Daddy aren’t as nice to me as they are to you-”
“-What do you mean?”
She sighed. Her voice was breathy and dreamlike. “They yell at me, and scream, mostly mummy. I suppose they put some sort of charm on the room so you can’t hear anything. Mummy’s thrown things at me, and daddy just ignores me most of the time-”
“-He’s ignored me most of my life, Carling, that’s not that different from how he treats me-”
“-But they throw things at me! The other day mummy poured hot water down my back and used a healing charm so I wouldn’t get an idea of showing anybody! I don’t want to stay here alone, Harvina!”

There was a loud bang coming from the end of the hall, it was a door slamming shut. Carling turned and saw her beautiful blonde mother striding toward her at Harvina’s door. She wanted to hide but now thought it pointless since she was already in trouble for not being in her own room after dark.

“Harvina, don’t let her hurt me again, please, don’t let her hurt me,” she whispered, “Please.”
“Carling! What may I ask are you doing? Why are you not in bed.” shouted her mother.
“I’m sorry, Mummy, I was just s-saying-”
“-Go to your room.” Frilla said sternly and she grabbed Carling by the arm and pushed her into her dungeon of a room. Harvina stood bewildered. Frilla locked Carling’s door and came back into her eldest daughter’s room.
“Goodnight, my darling, Harvina.” She kissed her forhead and left the room, the door still open and unlocked, with the light turned out.

So she was right, Carling wasn’t lying. Harvina didn’t think her sister could have been telling the truth about their mother hurting her. She always seemed so graceful as she had just done kissing Harvina’s forehead. Harvina watched as her mother glided down the hall and turned to climb the stairs and go to her own bedroom.

Harvina looked around for any spare wand that might’ve been hidden from her. She knew they had one. How else would Winafred have taught her spells? She rushed into the abandoned second office her father had never entered. It had always been that way. When she opened the door and turned on the lights. She saw papers scattered everywhere, the desk and bookshelves were covered in a thick film of dust, and in some corners here and there, she could make out the shape of spider webs. She took her time, scanning the various books, most were about Hogwarts and Slytherin house and Slytherin himself. Others were spell books, histories of ancient magic, and witches and wizards. A select few seemed to be about a sport that she had never heard of called Quidditch. When she had looked and read all the titles of the books, she spotted a large box in the back corner of the study. It had trophies in it but she did not stop to see what they were for. Probably just the many achievements of her dear father, Lucasius. She then continued her search for a wand, any wand. She rummaged through every drawer in the desk and finally, in the one upper left drawer, she found, burried beneath papers and certificates, a medium sized wooden wand. She took it, swiftly, from the desk and hurried out of the room, not forgetting to turn the lights out.

She ran back down the hall towards her room and took a turn at the end of the hall to her young sister’s door. She carefully pointed the wand at the doorlock, closed her eyes and thought of nothing but Carling, and saving her from their mother.

“Alohamora.” she whispered, and the lock made a loud click and the door opened. Harvina stepped inside with the wand raised. It was dark, and cold, not to mention appeared to have a stonelike floor against Harvina’s bare feet. She flicked the light on and saw her sister curled up in a ball on the ragged jail bed.
“Carli, are you alright?”

Carling looked up into Harvina’s face, tears streaming down her face, and jumped up to hug her. Losing her balance, Harvina ended up sitting on the bed with her sister, hugging her and trying to stop the flow of tears.
“Harvi, you have no idea. I’m so scared here. Please, get me out-”
She quickly interrupted, “-I will try. Next week, I go to Hogwarts,” Carli’s tears began to flow even harder,
"and I can send Grandmother Myra a letter. It’ll only be a week. I promise you’ll get out of here.”  

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Albino: Of course you can. -lol-

Everybody else: Agh. I've been home from school for the past week and having nothing to do got me thinking. Since I've started writing this story, I haven't really read through it and edited anything. Well, that's changed now because with all the freet ime I've had I decided to do just that--read and edit. I noticed that the language in some parts was..a little old fashioned for this type of story and found a little confusing--and I wrote it. So I changed some of that, there are additions to the different chapters and I found alot of typos that I hadn't noticed before. Thank god I noticed them now, before it was finished. I've also cut some things out and, I'm sorry to say this, but in the next few hours or the next few days, I'll be re-posting the entire story I have up so far because of the additions and editing. I'm not going to delete the posts that are already existing but I'm just going to edit the posts and put the edited version in it's place. I'll announce it when I'm finished and then, again I am sorry to say, you might have to re-read it. I hope it doesn't put any of you out, I know it's for the better, and thank you for the cooperation and support.

~Rose~


P.S I will give 2k to anyone who comes up with a proper title for the story. Right now, in my Siggy, it's called The Story of Harvina Walker: What Happened While Harry Potter Wasn't Looking. Half of the sig somehow got cut off so..If you want to participate I may make a contest in the contest forum.
Remember: 2k to anyone who comes up with a proper title. And an extra 1k if you add art and make it into a sig so it can be advertised.