I'm more like a social worker to my older sister rather than a sibling. Without me she would be pregnant, a runaway or dead. "Hey Juliet, I'm addicted to LSD" - I can handle that. "Hey Juliet, I plan on becoming the Dairy Queen of Satan" - Okay, we're reaching the edge. "I hooked up with my teacher" - Damn. And then there's James Potter. (Rated M for safety) (Abandoned for now)

Harry falls in love with the most glorious thing on earth...Firewhiskey. But soon,he meets Nutella and realises she's a really nice lady. Who will he choose? Firewhiskey or Nutella? Lots of angst and drama. (Another wtf fic that I wrote when I was 12, please ignore the terrible grammar. It's a horrendous fic but will not delete it for the sake of memories.)