It is really stupid. I mean it's JUST A FUCKING BOOK. yeah it's a great book but seriously how is it going to really impact our lives if the pairings don't turn out like you want to? If you are that upset, go and right a fanfic and leave JKR and Emerson the hell alone. Hell leave the rest of the HP fan base alone you fucking loony. So Snowy, go fuck yourself and keep your opinions to yourself unless you find real good hard evidence to support them. And even then, don't share them...please. You sound like a spoiled brat.

HARRY POTTER IS GONNA KICK VOLDEMORTS SORRY ASS!!!!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!! ROMACE IS DUMB IN HARRY POTTER BOOKS!!! VICTORY AND IS SWEET!

why cant we all just get along?! end the war on shipping and forget the romance in the books so we can find out what happens to the evil but awsome snape.

Mary knew it was about time for her son to be born. She had dreamed nine long months ago of this boy-child she was carrying. Although, since she was a virgin, she hadn’t told too many people because she knew they’d think she was nuts. Now though, there was no denying she was with child. People had talked about her openly as she went to the well everyday for water. But Joeseph, her kind, dear fiancée, knew Mary’s secret, for he had dreamed of an angel who told him that his pretty girlfriend would be giving birth to the Son of God. Despite the snickers and gossip, Joeseph had married her and vowed to give the child his name. Now the time was almost here, and Mary was quite ready to have the child. Her back hurt, her stomach itched, her breasts hung like burlap bags full of sand against her protruding stomach. Truthfully her breasts had begun to feel like bags of heavy, wet sand. Poor Joseph; they had not consummated their marriage, per the instructions given to her by the angel she had dreamed of right before she conceived. The Holy Spirit had caused her to become with child, decreeing that the Saviour be born of a virgin, and blessing Mary with God’s favour. Joeseph had been patient though, and Mary was grateful for that. She had a very important assignment, and she was determined to carry it out to the letter. Just as her days of pregnancy were becoming shorter, the decree came that everyone must register for the census. Mary groaned. She knew by the tightening of her abdominal muscles, and the aching in her low back that her time was near. All she wanted to do was sleep, and let her body prepare for the difficult task of childbirth. This was not something Mary had been looking forward to; she’d seen women give birth, heard their anguished screams, and even seen them die. The latter scared her immensely, and she prayed nearly continuously that God would see her through. One cold Saturday morning, Mary spied Joeseph leading their grey and white donkey fro

WHoever wishes can also join RSTT (Rowling's Shippers Through and Through). We go into ship wars (NOt on any side, mind you!) and defend Jo's honor when they insult her. We are inbetweens. We aren't there to ship, just to defend JKR against bashing.

Amen!

Finally!!!! Yay!!! You have my vote.

Hola! Como estas? Yo soy bien. *remembers self doesnt speak Spanish* Oh, erm, yeah havent been updating a lot. Ive been to busy listening to all my Foo Fighters albums. Theyre great, they is! Visit my links, and dont forget to come here time to time.

yes to shipping wars!!! I belive Harry should run off with Peeves and leave Ron and Draco behind while they cry their long lost love! JK has it all wrong! (just kidding... Harry Potter is NOT a romance novel!)

WHOEVER IS POSTING THE STORIES HERE.... STOP POSTING THEM!!! ITS A PAIN IN THE @$$ (yeah, Im a bit more considerate to CENSOR my cussing rather than just blurt it out, unlike others...) AND IT JUST TAKES UP ALL THE SPACE, AND THEN YOU CANT READ ANYONE'S POSTS! Please, and thank you. That will be all =D.

The dim evening light lent the pregnant rainclouds the purple-grey of an old bruise. The first spattering, hard drizzle began to fall around them as they stood contemplating the crippled, dilapidated watchtower on the peak above them. They had reached the end of the rocky, narrow trail that had led them here, and now stood at the foot of a twenty foot high island of smooth rock. There were no hand holds, no useful spurs of rock with which to climb. It stood there, smugly impenetrable, denying them entry. Deep fissures cracked the grey, striated rock, forming ancient wrinkles on the face of the stone. High above, Gen could see the iron loops hammered into the edge of the rockface, where ropes would, perhaps, have been lowered to allow friends entry; now they were empty, small eyelets of rust and disuse amongst the rubble of the tower. The peak was isolated, almost inaccessible, and had taken them two days of hard travel to reach, but apparantly even that extreme isolation had not been enough to save its inhabitants. The top half of the tower - all that she could see from this angle - was a bare skeleton of charred wood and steel, where crumbling stairs and canting floors wailed and creaked in the freshening wind. The remains of one of the tower's guard leaned out through a splintered hole, his exposed arm and face picked clean by predatory birds, and one skeletal arm swaying gently in the breeze. Gen shifted the pack on her back again, tucking the ends of Kale's heavy, fur-lined cloak under the straps, then folded her arms, squinting upwards. Droplets of water slid down her face, but she brushed them absently away, thinking that perhaps the sight of so much death would have shocked her a day or two ago, but now, all she could feel was a sad resignation that they would not be able to stop the night at this place. It was not safe, just as the last 'refuge' suggested by Keeper had not been safe. All had been not only penetrated,

Natalie casually strolled out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her hair on top of her head and a thick, terry cloth robe folded around her petite body. Stretching her arms high above her head, she yawned loudly. “Good morning, Nattie,” Thelma sang from her chair in the living room. Natalie gasped, startled by the unexpected presence of her mother. “What are you doing up so early, Momma?” “I’m waiting for you, sweets,” she said, flashing a bright smile to her daughter. “I’ve already made some coffee, but we’re out of milk,” she added, turning her attention back to her lap where her wallet was spread open. She rummaged through her credit cards, taking mental notes of how much was on each. Chewing the inside of her cheek, she shook her head and put the cards back in their place in the wallet. She pulled out her check registry and balanced out her checkbook quickly. She would use checks today, she thought when she was happy with the remaining balance. “Are you planning to go shopping today?” Natalie asked when she walked past the back of the chair to go into the kitchen. She poured herself some apple juice and went back into the living room. Rounding the edge of the coffee table, she took her spot on the right side of the couch, closer to her mother’s chair. Thelma looked up after she finished putting her wallet back together. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, noting the apple juice. “I didn’t think to look for milk until after I started brewing.” Natalie shrugged, taking a small sip of the bitter juice. “It’s okay. Some mornings, it’s just enough to be able to smell the coffee. So what do you have planned for today?” “We have shopping to do. Get dressed.” Without second-guessing her mother, Natalie set her glass on the coffee table and headed for the bathroom. She shut the door and stood staring at her reflection. Tugging at the corner of the towel, her wet hair spil

Hi everyones, sorry for not coming in about a week. Ive been too lazy and tired, and I just had an impromptu oral surgery two days ago, and I feel really weird. I just wanna thank you all for your support. We may not have as many signatures as snowy's petitions, but at least its a petition that people actually AGREE with. Or maybe its just the pie... *chocolate pie sparkles in the distance* Mmmm

yay via you came! I referred someone! *grins* *eats pie*

*eats pie in memory of Dumbledore*

i had this dream where snape put harry in this big cave/dungeon with a bunch of lions... it was weird

hi im Via. hi "ali" lol. i think harry hermione shippers are BEHOND delusional!

Once I had this dream where I was learning Divination, then it faded into this dream where my best friend was wearing a random shirt. Then the next day I went to school and she was wearing it. That was really weird for me... *eats lemon meringue pie in memory of Dumbledore*

I had this dream about a week after HBP was released. It was about Harry, Ron, and Hermione trying to get the Ravenclaw horcrux, and me being sorted into Ravenclaw in all of the sorting hat quizzes, was the last descendent of her. Anyway, to prove Harry's worthiness of being "The Chosen One," he and I duelled. When I woke up, I was like WTF?!?!? I felt like I was a Mary Sue in this dream, being an impossibly powerful witch and giving Harry great advice before dying. Sadly, I don't remember what I told him. You guys should really be worried about my sanity.... *eats truck load of pie*

anyone here have a worst enemey? heres a pie recipe for them.Mix 2 cups of rat droppings and fish brain.Mix well. Add 1 of Snowy's insults and freeze for 30 minutes. Spray with air freshiner and feed to enemey. Feed some to snowy