For those of you who liked my story "Exploring Harry Potter's Life" and continued to read it while on multiple sites, my story has been cyber stalked it seems. Every site it's been on, it has been taken down...

It's back up! And under a new name, and there is little to no actual text from the book! But in order to read it comprehensively, you'll need a copy of the books in front of you.

You can find me on Facebook! Lady Celestial Star!

To those who are slightly miffed that I don't know British slang and I don't use it in my stories: I don't know British slang! I'm American, born and bred...I watch a few BBC America shows...

Planet Earth

Are You Being Served

Last of the Summer Wine

Doctor Who (Classic through tenth Doctor)

Keeping Up Appearances

Waiting For God

Torchwood (Not Miracle Day or Children of Earth, I HATE Children of Earth...too FREAKING CREEPY and too sad)

Cadfael (Don't think that's BBC America)

Sherlock (Both new versions and Granada)

A Touch of Frost

Inspector Linely

Inspector Morse

Inspector Lewis

Wind in the Willows (Cosgrove Hall)

You don't hear much slang on those and frankly, I think I'm doing bloody good about getting what I do get.

To those that have been blocked from reviewing my stories, this is what has happened.

Your idea of constructive criticism is borderlining the beginnings of bullying in my opinion. I would suggest you take a hard look at your reviewing style and fix it. I realize that my writing style isn't perfect, no ones is, especially on this site, but you need to remember one thing, we're doing this for fun, we don't need your attitude. Please help us, but you don't need to whack us over the head with a metal pole.

I have a system, where you have three chances, I read your reviews and if you start to turn from giving helpful criticism and you just want to badmouth something because you're having a bad day, then you get a strike. If you get three, you're blocked, end of story. I'm sorry, but I've got enough to go on in my life and I'll take helpful criticism but if you're going to be a jerk about it, then I'm not dealing with you, and I don't have to. I also used to tell you if you were getting a strike, but since it meets with only disdain and sneers, I keep track on my end.

If you have never reviewed my story yet are still blocked, then there was a slightly different reason you were blocked for. I can be a very sarcastic individual and have a snarky attitude from time to time, but I certainly don't like it when I read another story and then hop onto the reviews and see that sort of thing there. Might as well stop it before it reaches me.

Now there are some that are mostly just slamming the writers for Copyright Infringement. Reading the Books is that, I completely see it and I had one of my own. But you instead of just thrashing them about through words and whatnot, offer suggestions on how they can wriggle around that. You don't have to be nasty about it or condescending.

Golden Rule, people, Golden Rule.

Pairings: For Harry Potter:

I try to keep it to the traditional pairings that J.K. Rowling did. However, I'm not above giving someone a guick fling or something along those lines. I like a highly intelligent Harry Potter yet with a pure and untainted soul. So a hero that is entirely brilliant, but is always up for some family affection.

When I write, I like to keep the romances similar to ones in the original books, but reading...I'm up for ANYTHING.

Pairings: For The Hobbit: there is one pairing that I ship, and I mean almost obsessively...Thilbo, or Bagginshield...I can't help it, ever since that first movie...

Steadfast: I will never put Umbridge in a good light, never gonna happen. I would rather take a beating with a brick stick then write Umbridge a compliment. I'm also a Cormac McLaggan hater, he never should have sent Harry to the hospital wing with his stupidity :(

Alright! I have decided to put in a little bit about some of the original characters I create!

NAME: James Gordan McFinn.

AGE: 55 years old

D.O.B: October 4th 1932.

HAIR: Black, now Graying.

EYES: Hazel.

WEIGHTS: 80.73 kgs (178 lbs)

HEIGHT: 195.07 cm (6.4 ft)

HISTORY: Was a Captain for Her Majesty's armed forces, faking his age and serving in the army in the last five years of the Vietnam War. Was one of the first people given the Victorian Cross by the newly crowned Queen Elizabeth II. He was given the Victorian Cross for his saving a young Vietnam child who had wandered into a minefield and could not find her way out.

When he returned home, he became a police officer to further his desire to protect the people around him and serve his country. After his probation in which he already earned several commendations and public service awards, he was given the opportunity to become a detective, but declined, preferring the front lines.

He met his wife-to-be a month after stopping in a sidewalk café for a cup of coffee. They dated for a short while and against her mother's wishes for her to marry into the social elite, they eloped and came back a happily married couple.

For years he and his wife tried to conceive a child, but to no avail. After a while, James began to slightly resent children and the joy they bring, but that all changed one day, when he received over the radio a call to go and investigate a child that was possibly hurt and calling for help on Privet Drive.

D.O.D: August 4th 1987

CAUSE: Responded to a call on the radio to a robbery in progress. After arriving on the scene. He saw a child in running across the street. The gunmen took aim at the child, James flung himself in front of the child, shot at the robber, but took a bullet in his lung. He died seven hours later in the Emergency Room. He was knighted posthumously by the Queen, for protecting the child with his own body, and sacrificing his life.

NAME:Holly Belle Lindor McFinn

AGE:53 years old

D.O.B.Feburary 14th 1942

HAIR:Dark brown

EYES:Light blue

WEIGHT:55.79 kg (123lbs)

HEIGHT:161 cm (5.3ft)

HISTORY:She grew up in one the highest circles of society; she was the belle of every party and ball she attended. But alas it all changed one day, when her mother arranged her to marry an old friend of hers, a man at least forty years her senior, yet immensely richer. She refused to marry the man that her mother chose for her, and fled her mother's estate

Almost two hundred kilometers away, she went to stay with a childhood friend and began life anew. She worked at a local bakery to help her friend pay the bills and earn money. She worked very hard and saved enough money to start her open up her own bakery, stationed in her own apartment she later rented.

She took a day off one day to just enjoy the pleasant May day and stopped at a small café. There she met her future husband sitting in the table beside her. He tracked her down and showed up at her apartment with a dozen blue roses and asked her out.

Her mother finally tracked her down in the Little Whinging Whisper, the local newspaper, in an article announcing their engagement. Her mother insisted that she should marry someone just as wealthy and influential as her family. She denounced her mother and fled with James on a honeymoon trip to Paris.

For years she wanted a child, but was unable. She loved watching after her friend's children, but yearned for her own. Her fondest wish was granted, when her husband came home and asked her to sit with a young boy who had been injured and was alone and frightened in the hospital.

A few years after losing her husband, her mother came to her again, and this time she continued to visit her daughter, sending away the little boy that would come and visit her. On each of her visits she would try and tear her, piece by piece back to her mansion. Very rarely does the boy get to see her, and she dearly misses him, if only she could see him and tell him that.

NAME: Dr. Samuel Clark

AGE: 47 years old

D.O.B: March 21, 1948

HAIR: Black (now graying)

EYES: Silver

WEIGHT: 65.77 kg (145lbs)

HEIGHT: 173 cm (5.7ft)

HISTORY: The only child of Margaret and Dennis Clark of Folkestone England. He grew up in a modest home, where he grew up happily. He knew nothing about the cruelty of people, until of course the long test of humanity's cruelty and the segregation of people who once played together and ate together in harmony. High School.

There he first had his taste of cruelty, not to mention the twisted sense of humor of some of his classmates. He had the misfortune of asking one of the cheerleaders to the upcoming dance, he found his beloved pet dog slaughtered. By one of the school's star forwards who also had feelings for the pretty young girl.

He went to school for medicine, wishing to help people and care for others. During his residency he had the misfortune of upsetting one of the lead doctors of the hospital. He did so by telling a patient, diagnosed (by the head doctor) with a dreadful and fatal disease, to go and get a second opinion at another hospital. It turned out that the woman was not stricken with the disease. She sued the doctor that gave her the death sentence for emotional distress. The head doctor banished Dr. Clark to the E.R. where he figured would destroy his innocence and make him just as cynical as himself.

Sam discovered that as an E.R. doctor, he could help more people than he ever could as a general practitioner. On his off days, which were sort of few and far between, he went to the local Humane Society and gave his time as a Veterinarian, a degree he earned while going through his residency.

He had no love for the police, after working on several people that had their bodies riddled with bullets not bothering to see if they were the criminals or the innocent bystanders. That was until two police officers followed a tiny boy being brought into the E. R. Dr. Clark worked tirelessly to heal all the wounds the boy had, he could do nothing more for the child and warned the officers of his eminent passing, but was surprised by the miraculous recovery of the boy.

He became very attached to the boy and he became friends with the officer that also cared for the boy. They did all they could to ensure the boy would have some happy memories to go on.

He was with James at his final moments, and clearly remembers his final words, but is determined that they would never be told to Holly or Harry. A year later, he was given orders to join a military detail in the East to be an Army doctor. After several months his company and the camp he resided at, was attacked by unknown terrorists. They killed everyone, except for Dr. Clark. Dr. Clark was knocked out in the explosion and to this day, he cannot remember what happened afterward.