It was all too much. Everything. It was all out to get me, it was all too much. My family is going to hate me. My friends are going to hate me. The entire fucking world is going to hate me. He is going to hate me. I sat on the cold tile floor, a pool of blood dripping from my wrists. Today was probably the worst it's ever been; because of him. I love him, and that's just the issue. He is a him. He likes girls, the beautiful modelesque Los Angeles girls. Not me. Not his best friend, the one he can always confide in. Not the one who he relies on. Not the one who has always been there, through heartbreak or sickness. Not the one who has traveled the globe beside him and the rest of the band. Not the one who is secretly gay and loves him, who he will never love back. All I'll ever be is the best friend. The one who is too afraid to come out. Who cuts because of it. The one who doesn't have the strength to say three simple words of "I love you". Until I gather the courage to say those words, which may never happen, the physical pain will suffice as an alternate of the emotional. I deserve to be punished or even put to death. I'm a coward and I'm weak. I live a good life, an amazing one even, yet I will never have the strength everyone else has. I just need strength. I just need him.

There was Ronny, there was Maeve, and then there was fate. Best friends until the end, that is what they promised. That is what fate promised. Ronny and Maeve, together forever. But not really. Because there is never really anything more star-crossed than when you tempt fate.

It was amazing. No one saw it coming. The way they were drawn together almost as if an unseen force beckoned them closer, or magnetism drew them near. Sixteen individuals, living their own lives in this messed up world should never have existed, but they had and now they were being held responsible for the circumstances unfolding directly afterwards. It was unnatural, it was impure, it was purely chaotic. However, no matter how much they fought it afterwards, they were now fighting reality, fighting their way to survive in this creation of theirs. They are forced to battle their fates, to learn the origin of their mistakes in order to right what they have wronged. For reasons unknown they are determined to figure out who's hand they are playing in this fate.

Metamorphmagi are very rare, so it came to a surprise to the seemingly perfect Huntingdon family when their youngest was born with the ability to change her appearance at will. Calista Huntingdon, although pleased with her ability, wanted nothing more than to blend in during her years at school. However, one action makes her years at Hogwarts anything but mundane. She is pulled into the loudest, craziest, and most well known group Hogwarts has ever seen. •Marauders' Era• [Highest Rankings: #4 in Hogwarts, #5 in Marauders' Era, #178 in Harry Potter Fanfiction, #317 in Fanfiction]