Thank you all my reviewers! I love you! LJFan, I think I'll use your idea, if that's not too much to ASK! Oh, and Harry doesn't know that SUMMER LIVES! Yet. Stay tuned for more exciting news on the ANGUISH of HARRY POTTER over DEAR MARY-SUE.

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Harry sat on the roof of the Astrology Tower. He had been there for several hours, staring at the crystal clear surface of the lake. It was pristine, unruffled, and very smooth. *Like Summer * Harry thought sadly. Suddenly, Harry saw someone dive into the lake and start swimming.

"Hey bitch, you messed up the water!" He yelled, but she didn't hear him, as she was much too far away. He closed his eyes. *Everything perfect has got to be destroyed sooner or later, it's nature. * He thought. *Like Summer. She was perfect. But why did her own father have to destroy her? * He pulled up a telescope from his old black bag, which was sitting there with him on the roof. He peered into it to see who was in the water. His heart leapt as he saw someone with curly blonde hair drifting along in the water in a pale orange bikini, but then his heart sank again as he saw it was a fourth-year Ravenclaw girl that Hermione knew. *What was her name? * He thought. *Rain. Rain Elven. * Rain was one of those girls who had been called beautiful since she was old enough to know people were talking about her. Many of the boys in the school had asked her out, but she had turned them all down. Harry himself had had a crush on her before Summer was transferred to Gryffindor, but she was one of those hippie girls who didn't love just one person, so that she could love all things equally, so Harry dismissed her as a Lost Cause and found Summer. *I wish I'd never found her, then I wouldn't be feeling this way because of her. * He thought angrily, then ripped a piece of parchment out of his bag and started to write.

Summer. (He wrote)

Ever since you walked into our carriage on the train at the start of the year, I liked you quite a lot. Then, you transferred to Gryffindor and I saw the inner you, which just made me fall in love. But love hurts, especially when love is lost. I lost love when I lost you.

People say a broken heart is just a metaphor, and I agree. My heart feels like it's been completely removed, like I've lost the ability to feel. I saw a picture of a dying unicorn today in a book for Care of Magical Creatures and I didn't think anything of it. I didn't even care. That just makes me feel sick.

Losing Sirius was terrible, it was like losing my father, if I had been able to comprehend what was happening to me. I thought I would never recover. But you, you made the recovery process a million times faster. You taught me that you should never think twice about an action, if you feel like doing something, go right ahead and do it. Take every second you live as if it's your last, because inevitably, one of the seconds ^ is ^ going to be your last. I know that's a bit of a morbid thought, like signing your own death wish, but somehow, it makes perfect sense to me.

Some things you say would make no sense to anything bar a Mongolian Flying Mongoose, but somehow I found myself understanding everything you said as if you were explaining how two plus two equals four.

Summer, there is no easy way to say this, but I love you. I am going to jump off the Astrology Tower today so that we can be together again, because a world without you is a world not worth living in. Know that there has never been a day since I fell in love with you that I haven't thought of you and how much I love you.

I wouldn't like to say goodbye to the world, but simply hello to eternity with you, Summer.

Goodbye world, Hello my one true love.

Signed, Harry Potter.

P.S. I suppose I should say something about Ron and Hermione, too? Nah, I can't be fucked.

(End parchment)

Harry stood at the guttering of the turret, arms outstretched to wither side of him. "Never think twice . . ." he whispered. Then he saw a girl walking up to the castle doors, the wind making her short spiky red hair (with electric blue streaks) fly out behind her. "Summer!" He said in realisation, and was about to step backward off the guttering, but, the guttering of Hogwarts having not been replaced for hundreds of years, groaned for a second, with Harry holding his breath with a face as pale as chalk. He exhaled, relieved, and the guttering suddenly snapped off. He flung his arms out and caught hold of the guttering that hadn't fallen off. He watched the metal fall down a hundred feet toward the stone pavement surrounding the castle. (T/A/N: screw the moat . . . we need real danger, people!) On impact, Harry watched as the cast-iron shattered into a thousand impossibly tiny pieces. (T/A/N: screw metal not being able to shatter . . . we need real graphics, people!) "Shit . . ." He said to himself, as he realised that if he fell, as long as Summer felt the same way about him as he did about her, she would certainly feel responsible, given his suicide letter.

"Watch where you're throwing that, dickheads!" Summer shouted at whoever had thrown that piece of metal down at her. She looked up, shielding her eyes from the sun, and saw a boy dangling there. One glance at his ruffled hair, (having spent countless hours sitting on an armchair in the common room watching him [not in a stalker-ish way]) told her who this boy was. "Harry!" She cried out. She saw a slight smile flit across his terrified face. The guttering creaked and a piece of it bent, so Harry was left hanging by a string. Summer shrieked, whipping her hands to her face, breaking several nails. The guttering bent further, and snapped. "NO!" Summer yelled in despair.

"Summer!" Harry shouted as he fell, as though in slow motion. Summer leapt forward, and as she did, she was perplexed at the fact she did not hit the ground as one is inclined to do when one makes a motion forward, lifting both feet from the surface from which one is standing, one does expect that both feet will make contact with said surface once more, or at least ONE foot would make contact with said proverbial surface. Alas, this did not happen, and Summer was perplexed, as she generally expected this said theory to take place. But it didn't. I think I've made the point of Summer was STILL IN THE AIR? Or do I need to rephrase my sentencing? I don't think so. I think you get my drift. Ahem. Back to the heart-stopping A C T I O N. (whatever.) Summer didn't even care that she didn't understand how she was in the air, she was speeding toward the falling person with astounding gracefulness. She sped up and caught him in her arms, while not realising she was heading toward a solid stone wall at over 60kmph. She closed her eyes, and prepared herself for INSTANTANEAOUS DEATH, but it didn't come. She opened her eyes and realised she had flown THROUGH A WINDOW. (T/A/N: *coughcough BIMBO coughcough *)

"S, you saved my life!" Harry said, and Summer was forcibly reminded of the nickname Draco had for her. (i.e. S) "And you've got wings!" he said. Summer jumped back, dropping Harry on the hard stone floor. "Ouch, what did you do that for?"

But Summer wasn't listening. She was checking out her 'wings'. Two large wings were protruding from her upper back, made of white feathers with flecks of silver. (Think Dogma with glitter.) She tested them out by folding them around her chest protectively, then stretching them out and flying up the staircase then down it again. She pulled them back into her back with a sickening squelch, and as she did, she fell onto all fours, retching and scrabbling at her upper back, where her wings were.

"S, are you ok?" Harry asked, pulling her up, then dropping her again in shock, for her eyes were rolling back into her head, and her mouth was slightly open. She fell back onto the ground on all fours, her eyes slowly rolling back to normal. This made her slightly queasy, so she closed her eyes.

"S?" He asked.

"Don't call me that!" She shrieked viciously, and when she opened her eyes, she was alone in the corridor.

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"How am I still alive?"

"Well, not only did your mother have an accident with a dragon, she also had an accident with Fawkes, my phoenix."

"Well, obviously, but . . . WHAT?"

"Your mother needed Fawkes for a potion she was working on. They were fighting and Tara had cut Fawkes several times, and Fawkes had bitten Tara several times, so they were both bleeding profusely. Your mother knew she couldn't win, so she cast a spell that made all living things in the vicinity pass out. Through no fault of their own, Fawkes bled onto Tara's cuts, and she received phoenix blood. So you, Summer, are part phoenix."

"But why have I got wings?"

"Because when you died, you had all the qualities that would have made you an arch-angel. As you are not a fully fledged phoenix, you were part-reborn and part-angelmade."

"Oh my God, I think I'm getting confused. So I'm an angel, a dragon and a phoenix as well as a normal witch?"

"Yepperoonies!" He said, happy that Summer had got his drift.

"Yepperoonies? That's my word!" Summer said, wondering how her word had gotten so fad-like so fast.

"Everyone's saying it now! Well, everyone that ^ matters ^" he said, pulling out a copy of CosmoGirl! and flicking through the pages. "Will you excuse me?"

"Yeah . . . sure . . ." She said. "Oh, wait on, there's something else."

"Mmmhmmm?" Dumbledore said, engrossed in 'Pilates - the best workout since Geri Yoga'.

"I wanna change my name." Summer said.

"What's wrong with Summer?"

"Well, I don't like it, for one, and for two, it reminds me of Draco, who is a lying-backstabbing-evil-cheating-son-of-a-bitch-who-should-be-put-down- immediately. And for three, I'm on my rags. I'm impulsive! Get over it!" She said. Dumbledore shuddered at the thought of women's cycles, and put his hands up, signalling that he wanted to hear no more.

"Ok! Ok! Get a name change." He said, conjuring up the papers for her. She wrote it all up, then signed it, with a big, loopy signature.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, Ella Anderton." He said, zapping the papers to the proper places. (T/A/N: See? In order to make it a proper Mary-Sue, I must feel the mind, BE the mind of the creator!) And with that, Summer, oh, I mean Ella, jumped up and down on the spot, clapping her hands in small movements, before running excitedly downstairs, leaving Dumbledore to the modelling contest section of CosmoGirl!.

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Yeah, it's short. KISS MY FOURTEEN-YEAR-OLD ARSE. Wow, I'm fourteen! I'm gonna be fifteen in four months and six days! I can't wait! To be able to see the world of MA rated movies without my arsehole of a dad being a big poo-face with a rather large stick up his bee-hind. Hooray! Only four months away! Bugger, I'm gonna be fourteen forever. Perhaps reviewing will speed up the healing process of my distraught behaviour at being fourteen. Please? Review? It couldn't hurt, could it? Well, maybe it could if someone really hated reviewers and just decided to eat all their heads whenever someone reviewed, then I suppose it might hurt a bit. But still! You wanna give your life for me, don't you? You don't? WELL THEN KISS MY FOURTEEN- YEAR-OLD ARSE AGAIN, CONFORMISTS! (What the hell does that word mean anyways? I surely don't know.) R E V I E W! review! r e v i e w! rEvIeW! YEAH!