A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been a long time coming, but I'm really sorry for everyone to keep you waiting. School has been so hectic and right now I should most definitely be doing homework, but I just had to give you this message! I'm sort of abandoning The Butterfly Project, but not really. I've been working on a new Marauders Era Blackinnon story. It's called "For in Darkness, the Stars Shine Brighter." It's very similar to the Butterfly Effect, except I have fleshed out the characters, plot, and changed the P.O.V. to third person (so that way you get an insight on more of the characters).
There will still be some of the same plot devices and the characters are all still there, just more developed! I was just re-reading The Butterfly Effect and I found it was difficult to read it. Even I could barely get through it so that was definitely a problem. I just found it too…I don't know, the beginning was very early teenager like. But thank you for anyone who still follows this story, you guys are all amazing. You will be happy with For in the Darkness (I hope!) It's much better writing in my opinion. I have spent ages researching it, planning out arcs, plot twists. I have around five pages alone in 11 point font on Peter. Currently, I'm working on Chapter 1, it's nearly done and should be uploaded moderately soon (I don't want to get your hopes up!) This month is extremely busy for me academically but I'm so passionate about this story! I want to have a few chapters written before I post, but we shall see. Until then: Here's the summary and a short snippet.
Title: For in Darkness, the Stars Shine Brighter
Summary: She was beginning to understand why hurricanes were named after people. The star of the sea and the dog star.
Snippet: Marlene Mckinnon was exactly the sort of girl to walk around with her nose tilted up. Not because she was proud (Merlin knows that she was not proud of herself) or conceited, but because her mother had warned her not to - and she had never quite liked taking orders from authority. It was like she was sniffing for smoke (she had always liked the smell of cigarettes) or for fire. Perhaps she was looking for the boy who had lost everything in the flames and the war, and save him. Or maybe she was looking for the boy who had set the fire in the first place, be it with a purposeful spell or a casually tossed cigarette, and change him.
And unfortunately for her mother, Marlene leaned towards the second.