Welcome to Metamorphis's corner of fanfiction.

A word of warning thought, I hear that Metamophis is quite tardy with her updates. (aside : only because Draco and Hermione are so uncooperative when they're getting shoved into a story together). The following disclaimer applies to everything I write. And yes, including my one Bleach drabble, only I'm too lazy to change the names from 'Draco' and 'Hermione' to 'Hitsuguaya' and 'Hinamori'. Only 'cos I'm lazy. In case you haven't noticed.

Disclaimer: The woes of Metamorphis

The scene of crime was at a dank, cold, dark, and horribly cramped hole that was referred to by the crazed occupant as a ‘room’. Police sirens wail in the dead of night, echoing like chilling manical laughter, floating eerily in the cold metallic night sky, as if drifting from a lunatic asylum. The police have hardened faces, and appears as if chiselled from unmoving rock as the red and blue lights alternatively reached their feeble fingers towards them. They drag a few people out of the hovel, a crazed blonde boy and a bushy haired girl. The boy screams obscenities at both the police and his companion, screaming things like “The crazy lunatic kidnapped me”, taking no care of the spit flying everywhere that punctuated his words, “and shoved me and the Mudblood in a freakin’ broom cupboard”, whilst the girl shivered slightly, whether from anger or shock no one could tell. Suddenly, a figure walks towards the small assembly. The police turn around, their usually stony faces register a few traces of shock, before slipping under the mask again. The girl looks at her feet, struggling against her instincts to run, run away, and the boy screams, pointing at the figure “You lunatic… you….” Metamorphis looks around in mock confusion.

“Sorry ma’am, these are just trouble makers we found hovering around here”

“No trouble at all, although that boy should be taught better manners”

“You freakin’ mudblood!” (sorry, not too many strong swearwords in a profile)

The bushy haired girl looks at her feet.

“Now, now Draco, be nice.”

“Fuck off, you –“

“Ma’am?”

“It’s okay, I’ll take it from here.”

CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAK! The old-style typewriter crumbles under the over-entusiastic thumpings of the wirter currently sitting in front of it. Some things are such a killjoy, she reflects….. Still, she was rather lax with Draco’s speech, not to mention the whole ignoring Hermione’s actions bit and making her character like a wooden doll. Still, Metamorphis reflected, it just shows that only the ACTUAL author of the Harry Potter series, namely Ms. J.K.Rowling, possesses the skill to create the characters true to life( although other fanfic writers rock!), since she does practically own the whole Harry Potter empire.

Gah, the melancholy in the life of a fanfiction writer!

The moral of the story: Metamorphis no own story, you no sue Metamorphis.

Things I like (or would like) to read/write about on fanfiction:

Harry Potter - Hermione and Draco forever! Despite the sheer amount of stuff on this pairing on fanfiction (I guess there's a lot of dreamers out there), I still love it.

Bleach - Anything that involves Aizen getting impaled on a ten-foot pole (just joking).

Full Metal Alchemist - I completely sympathise with Ed about being short.

House M.D. - who doesn't love a snarky doctor?

But since the idea is to read the fanfiction I write rather than my profile, I wish you happy reading!!

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Evie

Please do review! They make me ever so happy:o)