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HELP!!!

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Help ME!!!!!
Okay, so heres the deal. I started writing a Harry Potter  fanfic (Maruder Era of course) but I got stone walled. I have an idea (well many but this one is best) but I'm stuck on the details.

Poppets Guard is what its called.  [link]
[link] here are the detales of the vote
you can comment here, on my page, or send me a note with your vote and/or seggestion


the main character hasn't yet come into her magic  (that comes a litte later) but she went with her friends to get their supplies. Waiting out side the shop she sees/meets (can't decide) some one.

Is it one of the boys? A Professer? Someone else?

I DON'T KNOW!!!! :iconcryplz:
HELP!!!!
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~Makrino Aug 21, 2011
Uuuummmm..... Guh idk >~> how aboooouuuutttt Dumbledore's brother?
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*Raven-Croven Aug 22, 2011  Student General Artist
Ok. now I feel stuped...
but...whos Dumbledore's brother? Oo

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Please go to my journal [link] and vote! I Need The Help!~
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~Makrino Aug 22, 2011
.....you havent seen Deathly Hollows part 2?!
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*Raven-Croven Aug 23, 2011  Student General Artist
No...not yet

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~Makrino Aug 23, 2011
>~> u need to
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Burning Breatfast. pt 2        LENA
Pay attention Sarah. Here. You need to make yours. (LENA put the finished toast on a plate and moves to sit next to JACK)

      SARAH
What? Hey! Those were mine!

      LENA
Hahaha, you're cooking so I get to eat before you. So make your own Picasso.

       SARAH
Damn it Betty Crocket! Gimme my toast!

      JACK
Sometimes I wonder how you two are friends.

SARAH and LENA look over at him. SARAH huffs and turns around. LENA sits down; she spreads some sugar on the toast before starting to eat.

      LENA
Ours is a strange relationship my love. Don't worry about it. (a beat) You're gonna burn the toast woman! Pay atteBurning Breatfast. pt 2 by *Raven-Croven
Burning Breakfast. pt 1 Early morning. Two women are in the kitchen of their Upstate New York apartment. LENA moves around the kitchen; pulling things out of the refrigerator and laying them on the counter. SARAH slumps over in the kitchen chair behind her.

        SARAH
Aw man, Lena. Do I have' ta do this?

LENA finishes putting the food down and pulls out a skillet. She moves over to the sink and began washing her hands; never turning to face Sarah.

        LENA
Yes Sarah.  You have to.

        SARAH
But WHY?

   &#Burning Breakfast. pt 1 by *Raven-Croven
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The hunted one who escapes
my grasping hands. Exhaustion,
a mystery, but also a dear friend.
In the garden, furious and counterfeit,
my body trembles with memory.
And in insomniatic dreams, I dream of sleep.

But sometimes this is untrue.
I sleep – peacefully? –, but do not dream.
Nightmares that are forgotten in waking,
the heavy weight of sleep to settle.
On my back and on my eyelids,
blissful sleep interrupted by moments
Of horrible wakefulness.

I yearn for a cold warm darkness.
Narcolepsy is just as damming as Insomnia.
But I find I like it more.
To sleep away this life of
mine andInsomniatic Narcolepsy by *Raven-Croven
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The projects filled with sound
Slow sweet sad symphony
twines itself slowly 'round
little children's innocence and laughter
rushing through the streets with water
hydrants open to run through the deluge
cool and crisp just duller than a snap of
sound from the old sax man on the corner
His old bride at the window
soothing the piano to that sound
Hear the little bodies screech happiness
car horns blare, another sound to fill the air
long tables take over sidewalks
filled to the bursting with food from everywhere
Mama's calling me now
time to join that orchestra
and bring in my own sound
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