Hi! I am an Indian girl . I am 18 years old and I am a huge fan of the Harry Potter series. I ship-- DraMione , Harry-Ginny, Harry-Luna . I am an aspiring fan-fiction writer . I dream of being an writer in future and absolutely love reviews( scratch that, I absolutely crave reviews).

19th July, 2016 --

Hey! I can't keep ideas out of my mind, so I am going to post a one-shot. Do read and review.

1st February, 2017 -- Lecture Credit - Bright Side Videos

REPOSTS from 46captain46's profile. All words are from her profile, none of them are my own.

The girl you just called fat? She is overdosing on diet pills.

The girl you just called ugly? She spends hours putting makeup on hoping people will like her.

The boy you just tripped? He is abused enough at home.

See that man with the scars? He fought for our country.

That guy you just made fun of for crying? His mother is dying.

Re-post this to your profile. I bet 95% of you won't. But I'm sure people with a heart will.

You are a heterosexual person living in a homosexual world. Downstairs your two mothers are preparing your breakfast. There are two men holding hands on the cover of the magazine laying on the table, on the radio the announcer is talking about the latest scandal:

A female celebrity is going out with a male celebrity?!, can you believe it?!

As you step into the school, you hear people laughing and saying things like "that's so straight". Friends of yours are talking to you about how last weekend they were hanging out with the cutest same-sex person. You want desperately to talk about the person of the opposite sex that you met, but are too afraid of ridicule.

Going to one of your classes, you're bumped into so hard you drop all your books as the voices of your peers ring with things like "Fuc*ing Breeder!"

This just shows you a glimpse of what it's like in the day of a homosexual. If you think homophobia is wrong, copy this into your profile.

A 15 year old girl holds hands with her 1 year old son. People call her a slut, no one knows she was raped at 13. People call another Guy fat. No one knows he has a serious disease causing him to be overweight . People call an old man ugly. No one knew he had a serious injury to his face while fighting for our country in the war. People call a women bald but they don't know she has cancer Re-post and like this if you are against bullying and stereotyping. I bet 95% of you won't do it.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't

forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for

the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that

mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister

is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

Repost it from Blacklab369

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