Hi! I really like this fanfiction. It's easy to follow and since I'm very lazy I like the short chapters. Some of the characters were easy to guess but I was stuck on a few. I think Snape was the hardest. My favorite should be the last one. I wanted to cry! I also like how you explain the characters emotions and get so deep in their feelings. I'm looking forward to reading more.

hello, I'm going to give you some feedback, please don't take it badly because you are a good writer, as a writer I think there's always room for improvement, so I shall make some suggestions. I think that this is a good length for each character. Though, I've only read two, I found that you spend a lot of time on the inner reflection. Of course there should be some, but you wrote a whole paragraph on how harry feels just in different words. This is something I've been told as well, show us how he feels, don't tell us. Focus more on the plot a little, I liked in that one how it finished, how it was about after the fight and how you showed what Harry probably felt. Just, try to say what you want to get across with fewer words, but just as meaningful. Great job!

Ouch! That Hurt! haha. I like this. Does that last chapter mean that its over though??

oh yes it could be me also

Hi my awesome readers! I'm back again with a new entry. I know I always say this, but I think this one should be my fave entry. Yes yes I'll stick to that. Enjoy!

Resisting the Inner Grim
He took a deep breath and inhaled the fresh oxygen-filled air, his nostrils flaring with the salty scent of the sea. He let his pressurized lungs expand as he stretched the length of his back. He used his paw to scratch an itch right behind his left ear. The cold breeze gently ruffled his fur. Tiny water droplets prickled his dry face, it felt cool and uplifting. These were all signs of regaining what he’s been deprived of for years; freedom!

He had almost forgotten what the world outside the enclosed walls of the rotten prison must have looked like. He remembered it being beautiful, spacious and pleasant but not to this extent. The deep well-like cellar chambers may have served him as residence for the longest time, but he had never got used to its conditions, never. It counted more as a tomb than anything since he never lived in that horrid place. He died everyday of his waking life.

Yet, he had managed to survive. How you may ask? His hope for survival was fueled by the mere thought of his innocence. That’s how he had managed to retain his sanity. That’s how he avoided being entirely devoured by the ghastly visions and thoughts implanted into his mind by those demons as he called them. Those screams… how he would give anything to just escape the dreadful memories. He shivered form head to toe just by being reminded of his past. Time was running out and there was no way he would be willing or even bearing to set a foot back in his nightmares. With that thought he managed a good load of air in his longs and dived head first into the depth of the stormy sea.

He swam with all his might. He span in the twirling waters, the angry waves slashing against his feeble body. With all his might, all the strength left in his muscles, he moved forward against the current’s direction, a droplet in this vast sea, him against the whole world. It hurt to know what lies were spoke against him. It’s not true, he thought. It was totally unfair. He wanted to scream out against the world, to let them know they were wrong. Too bad, his voice was drowned. His lungs strived to remain resistant and breathe. It was proving to be harder than he had expected.

Every ounce of his body ached; he threw his arms and legs around frantically. No one was there to come to his aid, and if there was anyone nearby, they wouldn’t consider giving him a helping hand in the first place. Who would want to help a murderer? Who would even dare to touch him? He was dirty. Alas none of them were aware of the pureness of his soul. He was as clean as one could be, cleansed from all sins and washed by the sea. He had endured hell and there was no way he would be thrown in there again, either dead or alive.

Must keep going… must… must carry on. He couldn’t, he simply wasn’t strong enough to resist. The sea was much more powerful than he was. A moment of hesitation and he was thrust back and the angry waves came crashing against him. He couldn’t breathe. Luckily he came to the surface, just giving him enough time to suck in air, along with a gush of water and then he was surrounded by water once again. He was confused. He couldn’t tell which way was up or where was down. He desperately searched for the surface of the water. It was all a blur.

Too late, he was dying. What a terrible way to die. No one would ever know the truth. No one would ever burry his body. He would be drowned in vain in the deepness of this unfathomable sea, along with his life’s story. Unfair, injustice, brutality…

No! He was not going to give up! He shouldn’t give up! After all these years, after so much that he had gone through he just couldn’t allow it. He was going to fight. He was going to fight back like a soldier that he was. The prison had made a warrior out of him. He had learned to endure and resist the impossible. He had learned to escape the demon’s menacing chill. He had learned to rely on his memory. That was his safe haven. That is where all his happy memories were buried. He was a dead man, but today, he was reborn… and so were his hopes. He found his voice, the voice in the back of his head which encouraged him to resist.

He didn’t know where he regained that much strength from but he swam like a shark. He swam up, still uncertain whether he would meet the water’s surface as he couldn’t tell directions apart. A pressure was forcing down on his lungs. Yet he swam, he swam on. The voice told him to remember what lay behind the shores. He must see his face again, the baby he once cared for… their son. Everything would be okay. He knew it. He would be happy again and be able to speak to his defense as a free man.

And… he saw light and inhaled deeply through his lungs; he had managed to survive… yet again! Miracles can happen when you have the will of mind. His muscles, his legs, his arms and his lungs were only a small part of why he existed thus far. It was his mind which had managed to get him this far. And if he could do the impossible things he’s done until this point, he could swim through the rest. Nothing was unattainable. As the saying goes, never say never, he thought to himself. He swam on...

How strange was it that he was feeding on the happy memories in order to survive? Well at least he had learned something after all these years shadowed by their gloomy presence. They weren't so pointless after all!



The End



-Ava. G-

Hey! I read your new chapter this morning and I came back to comment on it now since I didn't have time to do it before. In the beginning I think the biggest clue you gave us was the character's "paw" and "fur." I was slightly confused by that but later when I read on it made more sense. So I'm going to guess that it's Sirius Black. Am I right? I was biting my nails while reading it. It was so intense and sad at the same time. But happy in a way. If that makes sense. Can you do one on Hermione or Ron?

Beautiful job Ava. And the character is of course Sirius. I especially like the title som fun.
Great Job!! Can't wait for more.

Sarah

Sirius?

I just caught up and it was amazing *nods*

I love reading your chapters!

PAMS!

Eviee <33

This was not difficult to figure out at all, but I liked that it was obvious, and of course, everyone loves a good mention of Sirius. PAMS

Oh My Gosh! That was amazing. It made me cry! I know exactly how you feel. Smiles and tears were all about that night. But it's not over. it will never be over. Because there will always be more imaginative fans that tell us their own point of view and J.K. Rowling might not even be finished. It will never be over!

My superbly-awesome readers, I'm very sorry for the delay in responding to all your kind comments. Once again, I'm more than happy to read about your feedbacks and to have caught your interest with my last chapter. And yes, you heard me right. I said last. I'm sorry to announce that I'll be ending this ff with chapter "Resisting the Inner Grim." I was looking forward to writing more but university has already started and I barely have time to scratch my head these days. So please forgive me to leave you all so unexpectedly. Without your support and encouragements I wouldn't have gotten this far with this ff. I enjoyed every bit of writing my chapters and loved reading your comments. I appreciate the fact that many of you remained royal and followed me through this whole thing. I give my biggest bear hug to you all.

Hey hun. Thanks for the kind comment. I'm glad you liked it. And yes, the character was Sirius! Oh and please don't bite you're nails, that wasn't what I was intending to get you to do. Thanks again.

Hiya Sarah! Thanks for all the kind things you had to say about my writing. I'm glad you liked it. And right you are, it was Sirius.

Evie! Thanks again for taking the time to read my chappie. Yes the character was Sirius.
Also, you're king comments gets me encouraged, so thanks.

Haha well I'm most glad that you think so. Who doesn't like a bit of treat once in a while? This was a freebie.

Aweee thanks hun. I really didn't mean to make you cry! I'm glad you liked it. I actually cried while writing it too. So it's good to see that I was able to channel my emotions through that particular piece of writing.