Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and related characters, ideas, settings, events,
etcetera, etcetera all belong to J.K. Rowling and her creative genius (I
don't care if copyrights belong to Warner Brothers, its not theirs). *sigh*
This story is mine, so read and enjoy.
Chapter 1: Hour of the Wolf
James Potter looked lazily out the window, from the scattered stars, to his owl approaching in the distance, to the moon dangerously close to approaching full. This moon made his thoughts jump to his best friends, though for many a moon would not provoke such thought. Tomorrow, one of them would be at home in his own cellar, a wolf, biting and clawing everything in sight, and waiting for sunrise. He fondly recalled the nights that he spent as a stag once a month for the passed two years.
He reminisced, and watched his owl's progress for about ten minutes, reminding him of how bored he really was right now, his last summer vacation. Bored, that word had recently been sparking a bit of anger in James; after all of the horrible things he had done over the years, simply out of boredom. "If I am such a monster," he told himself firmly, "Then it wouldn't bother me, would it?"
James was spared from his guilt by the arrival of his medium-sized gray owl. "Thanks, Merlin," he said, handing him an owl treat from a small tin. The owl was carrying three separate letters; James glanced at them confused, for he wasn't expecting any mail. He picked up the first written in deliberate script, unmistakably from Remus Lupin.
I just received Sirius's invitation, and I was thinking, since Sirius is living on his own, and we were just over last week, maybe it would be best if we all met up at your place, instead of eating him out of house and home. He didn't say, but our little visit cost quite a bit for food and accommodations. You know how proud he is, so I told him that we should meet at your house because Peter has been having trouble apperating long distances, and your home is closer. We had this conversation via Fireplace, and he agreed. I hope you don't mind. Send an owl right away if it's any trouble with your parents. If not, see you tomorrow. -Moony-
It was always like Moony to consider things like parents and money. It hadn't crossed James's mind that their visits were costing him. Sirius Black had only been on his own for a few months now, since he became legal. Before that, he had been living with James and his family. He ripped open the next few letters, one from Peter that said he'd be there tomorrow, and one from Sirius that suggested it would be funny if Peter thought they were supposed to meet at Moony's, and then was too tired to apparate back. James laughed to himself, and threw each of the letters in a trash can. He magically emptied the overflowing can, which was far easier than doing it by hand.
James pulled on his covers, guilt-free. He just wished Lilly Evans could see him now, ashamed of being conceited for so many years. He smiled at the thought of Evans, and then drifted off into a pleasant sleep.
Moony, Padfoot and Wormtail arrived within minutes of each other the next day. Peter and Sirius had just enough time to remove their shoes before Remus arrived in the kitchen with a distinct pop, arms full of books. Sirius eyed him with disgust, keeping his gaze fixed on Lupin as he pushed strands of black hair out of his dark eyes.
"I thought we might get a bit of homework done together." Sirius glared, but no one spoke. "N.E.W.T.S this year, you know," Remus continued.
"We know." Sirius said dryly. Lupin looked at his books for a moment, as if he was betraying them.
"No, alright then." He put the pile of four textbooks onto the table, and turned to his friends. Sirius muttered something about homework, and grinned at Remus.
"Oh Moony," he sighed playfully.
"Hello boys," Mrs. Potter said emerging into the kitchen, no doubt attracted by the loud gun-like noise of a three Apperating wizards. "It's so strange not having to clean the ashes off my rug after you arrive." She was of course referring to the messy floo powder travel. The winded Peter looked as if he preferred to travel by the powder. Sirius smiled at the woman who had been like his mother the previous summer, and Lupin smiled wearily at the comment. He was looking very pale, and nauseous.
"Are you alright Remus?" Mrs. Potter asked, she had no idea that her son's best friend was a werewolf. In fact, only a select few actually knew.
"I'm fine," he said, a surprisingly good liar, "I'm just recovering from a flu." She left them alone, to spend the day as the Marauders once more.
"I have a brilliant trick that we can play on Snivilus." Sirius said excited, as their conversation turned once again to mischief.
"Yeah?" said James curiously. As much as he wanted to quit hexing, he knew he could never stay away from his biggest rival, Severus Snape. Remus ruffled his thin light brown hair which looked very much like an attempt to stop himself from scolding his friends.
"Er, I shouldn't have said anything," Sirius said shortly, "It's a surprise, and I have to plan it all out. I might not even do it; it depends on how much of a hard time he gives poor Moony this year." Snape was always bothering Lupin about his monthly disappearances.
"Come on," Peter's squeaky voice prodded.
"I said you'll see, Wormtail. Why don't you come up with a trick on your own for once. " Sirius often used a harsh voice with Peter.
"I did," Wormtail reminded, "I arranged that trick on that old Slytherin, Lucius Malfoy, second year!"
"That wasn't good enough to even get us a detention." Sirius gave a bark-like laugh at his own joke, his dark eyes filled with glee.
"Lay off Padfoot," Lupin said weakly, "Wormtail is one of us."
"I guess so," he sighed. "What's that?" They turned to the window, where a large barn owl was tapping loudly at the window. He carefully open the window, and the rather angry owl swooped across the room, dropped a letter on top of the dresser, and flew back at the way it came.
"They always send me the nutty owls," James complained as he used his wand to summon his letter to him. "Last year, when I was still underaged, I nearly broke my leg trying to retrieve my letter from the roof the muggle way. I reckon he knows that the roof is no problem now." Peter laughed a prolonged, squeaky laugh, which made Remus and Lupin forget that that they had any intention of snickering or commenting, to stare at the hysterical Wormtail. James weighed the letter in his hand, which felt heavier than usual.
"May I see the book list," Remus asked, "We're taking all of the same classes except for Ancient Runes."
"I swear Moony; the sorting hat should've just thrown you in Ravenclaw and spared us of you." Lupin simply raised his eyebrows at Sirius's comment and took the book list from James. James reached in for his letter, when his hand felt a cold metal pin inside the envelope. He took it out and stared, open-mouthed.
"What's up, Prongs?" Sirius questioned, and then fell silent as he saw the Head Boy badge in his hand.
"James wasn't even a prefect!" Peter commented. At this Lupin looked up, for one horrible moment, James thought that Moony would be angry, or jealous, or any other emotion that could potentially end their friendship, Remus was the good boy, he was a prefect, and was involved with less chaos then any of them. He, however, just grinned.
"Congratulations, Prongs," he said as brightly as he could before a full moon, "You should go tell your mother."
"I'll tell Mum later," James replied lightly, he didn't want to make a big deal about it in front of Sirius, who would surely mock him. He put all of his Hogwarts stuff on his desk, and promptly changed the topic.
"So, do you guys think I have a chance with Evans this year?"
"Of course, Prongs," Sirius replied sarcastically, "She's only turned you down, how many times? Moony has been keeping track."
"That would be one hundred twenty seven times that we know of over the past four years, that we know of."
"Has it been that many," James frowned.
"That is over four years," Remus said kindheartedly, "so that's less then thirty two times a year, that's not so bad."
"We didn't keep track our second year," Sirius reminded, "Plus there was that gap when you were dating that Hufflepuff fifth year. Not to mention all of the times you could have asked her out when we weren't around, so that's technically a bad estimate."
At this, Lupin grabbed his stomach in pain, and let out a struggled cry.
"Sorry Moony," Sirius said nervously, "It wasn't that bad." James gave Sirius a very rare disapproving look.
"James, I think I should go."
"Right," James said and jumped up to help Remus down the stairs for his books.
"It's at least five hours before sunset," Peter said, checking his watch.
"I know," Remus replied, as if every word was an effort, his eyes were beginning to water, "This always happens at least three hours or so before. There isn't any medicine for werewolves." They appeared at the bottom of the step, Sirius and James helping Remus walk, and Peter scuttling beside them.
"Are you sick again?" Mrs. Potter asked. He nodded feebly, clearly beginning to feel his inevitable transformation. He mustered his strength to answer in a voice that sounded less sick,
"I'll have mother concoct some Pepper-up for me, I'll be just fine."
"I can make that," Mrs. Potter offered, "And you could stay with the boys."
"Mother needs me at home, anyway," he lied politely, "Plus, I'll never live it down if Sirius sees me with steam coming out of my ears." Sirius nodded fairly, in agreement.
"Very well," she acquiesced, and passed him his books.
"Bye everyone, congratulations again, Pr-, er, James."
"What?" His mother asked suspiciously, most likely because Remus almost called him by his animagus alias.
"Oh right, Mum. We got our letters from school, and I'm Head Boy."
"Oooo James!" She squealed happily "That's wonderful." She wrapped her arms tightly around him.
"Mum! I can't breathe!" She let him go, and stepped back, still smiling. Remus said good-bye again and then, stepped into the hall, to apperate home. It felt odd for newly legal wizard to just apperate away, James wasn't even sure what he was supposed to do, to not be rude, that is. Stepping into the hall seemed appropriate though.
James and the rest in the kitchen heard the thud of books dropping. They looked at each other, perplexed, expecting a pop.
"Maybe he accidentally left his books behind," Peter suggested. Then they heard the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the floor. They all dashed around the corner to find Remus, paler than seemed possible, lying on the ground.
Sirius was the first to kneel down by his side. He put his hand on his chest.
"I'm breathing Sirius." Remus said in a small voice.
"What happened, mate?" Sirius asked.
"I shouldn't have tried to apperate." He tried to sit up but he fell back again. "I can't do it," he sounded almost frustrated.
"It's okay, just stay lying down."
"I was talking about apperating," he made another attempt at sitting up right, this time, Sirius caught him in his strong arms, and propped him against the wall.
"Can I use your fireplace?" He asked, raising a clammy face to Mrs. Potter.
"That's alright, I'll go tell your mother that you're sick."
"No, I need to use it to go home."
"You can't use Floo Powder now," she said sternly, "You'll, no doubt, miss your exit."
"But-"
"You're staying here until you're fit to travel."
"But-" Mrs. Potter had left to contact Mrs. Lupin, leaving Remus's head hanging in shame.
"Prongs," he said, almost whining.
"I know, I know," James answered, "We'll get you back."
"I apperated before the moon last month, Mother wanted me to pick up some milk and eggs, but I was fine. It was closer to sunset too."
"Don't worry about it Moony," Sirius said, "You can't apperate at Hogwarts anyway. We'll be there next month." Remus just sighed.
"He needs to come home!" Was now audible from two rooms over. Mrs. Lupin was frantically trying to reason with Mrs. Potter.
"He can't even stand, there's no way he is using Floo Powder."
"What about a portkey?" They heard Mr. Lupin say.
"I'm not about to make an illegal portkey. He'll be fine, I'll send him home when he's better." The adults continued to argue while the teenagers thought on their own.
"I'm going to try to Apperate again," Lupin announced.
"Moony don't." James said. Sirius made sounds of agreement, and Peter nodded. He tried anyway, concentrating hard. Then instead of disappearing, he passed out on the floor, sliding off the wall.
A while later, Remus woke up, Sirius and James had moved him to the couch. James looked at his mother, who was watching the stirring werewolf apprehensively.
"How do you feel?" She asked in a very motherly tone.
"My head." Was Lupin's only reply. He looked around; looking similar to what James himself looked like when he was trying to see without his glasses. The first thing he noticed was the sky outside, bright read as it approached night fall. He moaned, and then tried to get up.
"Remus," she said, cautioning him to lie still. Peter was looking very nervous, and glaring at Lupin, as if he was a ticking bomb.
"I th-think," he stuttered, "I th-th-think my m-m-mother wanted m-me home. So n-now th-that you're okay, I'll j-j-just be leaving."
"No you don't!" Sirius practically barked.
"R-r-right" Peter said, as if Sirius had just sentenced him to death. Mrs. Potter was looking between them suspiciously, and then she turned back to Remus.
"Can I get you anything? Do you want some Pepper-Up?"
"I-I" he said nervously. His eyes were beginning to fill with fear.
"Mum," James said sparing Lupin, "We need to get him down cellar."
"Cellar? What ever for?" Lupin was pulling on James sleeve and pointing at the window. The sun was now gone, and the moon was visible. As his hand was clenched tightly around the cloth of his shirt, James felt it go rigid. His grip was becoming painful. James must've let out a small whimper, because is mother now noticed the werewolf's hand.
"Remus, what are you doing" She eyes, darting from his hand, to his face. James looked too; his eyes were clenched as tightly as his hand. Suddenly, they shot open, but they were no longer the normal soft brown, they were, instead, a frightening yellow. Mrs. Potter, gasped, looking at the moon, and finally understanding. He pulled James closer to his face, and said hoarsely:
"Cellar! Now!"
A.N: Okay finally done with the first chapter. The second one will be our anytime now. Please leave a review with any observations, suggestions, ect.
Chapter 1: Hour of the Wolf
James Potter looked lazily out the window, from the scattered stars, to his owl approaching in the distance, to the moon dangerously close to approaching full. This moon made his thoughts jump to his best friends, though for many a moon would not provoke such thought. Tomorrow, one of them would be at home in his own cellar, a wolf, biting and clawing everything in sight, and waiting for sunrise. He fondly recalled the nights that he spent as a stag once a month for the passed two years.
He reminisced, and watched his owl's progress for about ten minutes, reminding him of how bored he really was right now, his last summer vacation. Bored, that word had recently been sparking a bit of anger in James; after all of the horrible things he had done over the years, simply out of boredom. "If I am such a monster," he told himself firmly, "Then it wouldn't bother me, would it?"
James was spared from his guilt by the arrival of his medium-sized gray owl. "Thanks, Merlin," he said, handing him an owl treat from a small tin. The owl was carrying three separate letters; James glanced at them confused, for he wasn't expecting any mail. He picked up the first written in deliberate script, unmistakably from Remus Lupin.
I just received Sirius's invitation, and I was thinking, since Sirius is living on his own, and we were just over last week, maybe it would be best if we all met up at your place, instead of eating him out of house and home. He didn't say, but our little visit cost quite a bit for food and accommodations. You know how proud he is, so I told him that we should meet at your house because Peter has been having trouble apperating long distances, and your home is closer. We had this conversation via Fireplace, and he agreed. I hope you don't mind. Send an owl right away if it's any trouble with your parents. If not, see you tomorrow. -Moony-
It was always like Moony to consider things like parents and money. It hadn't crossed James's mind that their visits were costing him. Sirius Black had only been on his own for a few months now, since he became legal. Before that, he had been living with James and his family. He ripped open the next few letters, one from Peter that said he'd be there tomorrow, and one from Sirius that suggested it would be funny if Peter thought they were supposed to meet at Moony's, and then was too tired to apparate back. James laughed to himself, and threw each of the letters in a trash can. He magically emptied the overflowing can, which was far easier than doing it by hand.
James pulled on his covers, guilt-free. He just wished Lilly Evans could see him now, ashamed of being conceited for so many years. He smiled at the thought of Evans, and then drifted off into a pleasant sleep.
Moony, Padfoot and Wormtail arrived within minutes of each other the next day. Peter and Sirius had just enough time to remove their shoes before Remus arrived in the kitchen with a distinct pop, arms full of books. Sirius eyed him with disgust, keeping his gaze fixed on Lupin as he pushed strands of black hair out of his dark eyes.
"I thought we might get a bit of homework done together." Sirius glared, but no one spoke. "N.E.W.T.S this year, you know," Remus continued.
"We know." Sirius said dryly. Lupin looked at his books for a moment, as if he was betraying them.
"No, alright then." He put the pile of four textbooks onto the table, and turned to his friends. Sirius muttered something about homework, and grinned at Remus.
"Oh Moony," he sighed playfully.
"Hello boys," Mrs. Potter said emerging into the kitchen, no doubt attracted by the loud gun-like noise of a three Apperating wizards. "It's so strange not having to clean the ashes off my rug after you arrive." She was of course referring to the messy floo powder travel. The winded Peter looked as if he preferred to travel by the powder. Sirius smiled at the woman who had been like his mother the previous summer, and Lupin smiled wearily at the comment. He was looking very pale, and nauseous.
"Are you alright Remus?" Mrs. Potter asked, she had no idea that her son's best friend was a werewolf. In fact, only a select few actually knew.
"I'm fine," he said, a surprisingly good liar, "I'm just recovering from a flu." She left them alone, to spend the day as the Marauders once more.
"I have a brilliant trick that we can play on Snivilus." Sirius said excited, as their conversation turned once again to mischief.
"Yeah?" said James curiously. As much as he wanted to quit hexing, he knew he could never stay away from his biggest rival, Severus Snape. Remus ruffled his thin light brown hair which looked very much like an attempt to stop himself from scolding his friends.
"Er, I shouldn't have said anything," Sirius said shortly, "It's a surprise, and I have to plan it all out. I might not even do it; it depends on how much of a hard time he gives poor Moony this year." Snape was always bothering Lupin about his monthly disappearances.
"Come on," Peter's squeaky voice prodded.
"I said you'll see, Wormtail. Why don't you come up with a trick on your own for once. " Sirius often used a harsh voice with Peter.
"I did," Wormtail reminded, "I arranged that trick on that old Slytherin, Lucius Malfoy, second year!"
"That wasn't good enough to even get us a detention." Sirius gave a bark-like laugh at his own joke, his dark eyes filled with glee.
"Lay off Padfoot," Lupin said weakly, "Wormtail is one of us."
"I guess so," he sighed. "What's that?" They turned to the window, where a large barn owl was tapping loudly at the window. He carefully open the window, and the rather angry owl swooped across the room, dropped a letter on top of the dresser, and flew back at the way it came.
"They always send me the nutty owls," James complained as he used his wand to summon his letter to him. "Last year, when I was still underaged, I nearly broke my leg trying to retrieve my letter from the roof the muggle way. I reckon he knows that the roof is no problem now." Peter laughed a prolonged, squeaky laugh, which made Remus and Lupin forget that that they had any intention of snickering or commenting, to stare at the hysterical Wormtail. James weighed the letter in his hand, which felt heavier than usual.
"May I see the book list," Remus asked, "We're taking all of the same classes except for Ancient Runes."
"I swear Moony; the sorting hat should've just thrown you in Ravenclaw and spared us of you." Lupin simply raised his eyebrows at Sirius's comment and took the book list from James. James reached in for his letter, when his hand felt a cold metal pin inside the envelope. He took it out and stared, open-mouthed.
"What's up, Prongs?" Sirius questioned, and then fell silent as he saw the Head Boy badge in his hand.
"James wasn't even a prefect!" Peter commented. At this Lupin looked up, for one horrible moment, James thought that Moony would be angry, or jealous, or any other emotion that could potentially end their friendship, Remus was the good boy, he was a prefect, and was involved with less chaos then any of them. He, however, just grinned.
"Congratulations, Prongs," he said as brightly as he could before a full moon, "You should go tell your mother."
"I'll tell Mum later," James replied lightly, he didn't want to make a big deal about it in front of Sirius, who would surely mock him. He put all of his Hogwarts stuff on his desk, and promptly changed the topic.
"So, do you guys think I have a chance with Evans this year?"
"Of course, Prongs," Sirius replied sarcastically, "She's only turned you down, how many times? Moony has been keeping track."
"That would be one hundred twenty seven times that we know of over the past four years, that we know of."
"Has it been that many," James frowned.
"That is over four years," Remus said kindheartedly, "so that's less then thirty two times a year, that's not so bad."
"We didn't keep track our second year," Sirius reminded, "Plus there was that gap when you were dating that Hufflepuff fifth year. Not to mention all of the times you could have asked her out when we weren't around, so that's technically a bad estimate."
At this, Lupin grabbed his stomach in pain, and let out a struggled cry.
"Sorry Moony," Sirius said nervously, "It wasn't that bad." James gave Sirius a very rare disapproving look.
"James, I think I should go."
"Right," James said and jumped up to help Remus down the stairs for his books.
"It's at least five hours before sunset," Peter said, checking his watch.
"I know," Remus replied, as if every word was an effort, his eyes were beginning to water, "This always happens at least three hours or so before. There isn't any medicine for werewolves." They appeared at the bottom of the step, Sirius and James helping Remus walk, and Peter scuttling beside them.
"Are you sick again?" Mrs. Potter asked. He nodded feebly, clearly beginning to feel his inevitable transformation. He mustered his strength to answer in a voice that sounded less sick,
"I'll have mother concoct some Pepper-up for me, I'll be just fine."
"I can make that," Mrs. Potter offered, "And you could stay with the boys."
"Mother needs me at home, anyway," he lied politely, "Plus, I'll never live it down if Sirius sees me with steam coming out of my ears." Sirius nodded fairly, in agreement.
"Very well," she acquiesced, and passed him his books.
"Bye everyone, congratulations again, Pr-, er, James."
"What?" His mother asked suspiciously, most likely because Remus almost called him by his animagus alias.
"Oh right, Mum. We got our letters from school, and I'm Head Boy."
"Oooo James!" She squealed happily "That's wonderful." She wrapped her arms tightly around him.
"Mum! I can't breathe!" She let him go, and stepped back, still smiling. Remus said good-bye again and then, stepped into the hall, to apperate home. It felt odd for newly legal wizard to just apperate away, James wasn't even sure what he was supposed to do, to not be rude, that is. Stepping into the hall seemed appropriate though.
James and the rest in the kitchen heard the thud of books dropping. They looked at each other, perplexed, expecting a pop.
"Maybe he accidentally left his books behind," Peter suggested. Then they heard the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the floor. They all dashed around the corner to find Remus, paler than seemed possible, lying on the ground.
Sirius was the first to kneel down by his side. He put his hand on his chest.
"I'm breathing Sirius." Remus said in a small voice.
"What happened, mate?" Sirius asked.
"I shouldn't have tried to apperate." He tried to sit up but he fell back again. "I can't do it," he sounded almost frustrated.
"It's okay, just stay lying down."
"I was talking about apperating," he made another attempt at sitting up right, this time, Sirius caught him in his strong arms, and propped him against the wall.
"Can I use your fireplace?" He asked, raising a clammy face to Mrs. Potter.
"That's alright, I'll go tell your mother that you're sick."
"No, I need to use it to go home."
"You can't use Floo Powder now," she said sternly, "You'll, no doubt, miss your exit."
"But-"
"You're staying here until you're fit to travel."
"But-" Mrs. Potter had left to contact Mrs. Lupin, leaving Remus's head hanging in shame.
"Prongs," he said, almost whining.
"I know, I know," James answered, "We'll get you back."
"I apperated before the moon last month, Mother wanted me to pick up some milk and eggs, but I was fine. It was closer to sunset too."
"Don't worry about it Moony," Sirius said, "You can't apperate at Hogwarts anyway. We'll be there next month." Remus just sighed.
"He needs to come home!" Was now audible from two rooms over. Mrs. Lupin was frantically trying to reason with Mrs. Potter.
"He can't even stand, there's no way he is using Floo Powder."
"What about a portkey?" They heard Mr. Lupin say.
"I'm not about to make an illegal portkey. He'll be fine, I'll send him home when he's better." The adults continued to argue while the teenagers thought on their own.
"I'm going to try to Apperate again," Lupin announced.
"Moony don't." James said. Sirius made sounds of agreement, and Peter nodded. He tried anyway, concentrating hard. Then instead of disappearing, he passed out on the floor, sliding off the wall.
A while later, Remus woke up, Sirius and James had moved him to the couch. James looked at his mother, who was watching the stirring werewolf apprehensively.
"How do you feel?" She asked in a very motherly tone.
"My head." Was Lupin's only reply. He looked around; looking similar to what James himself looked like when he was trying to see without his glasses. The first thing he noticed was the sky outside, bright read as it approached night fall. He moaned, and then tried to get up.
"Remus," she said, cautioning him to lie still. Peter was looking very nervous, and glaring at Lupin, as if he was a ticking bomb.
"I th-think," he stuttered, "I th-th-think my m-m-mother wanted m-me home. So n-now th-that you're okay, I'll j-j-just be leaving."
"No you don't!" Sirius practically barked.
"R-r-right" Peter said, as if Sirius had just sentenced him to death. Mrs. Potter was looking between them suspiciously, and then she turned back to Remus.
"Can I get you anything? Do you want some Pepper-Up?"
"I-I" he said nervously. His eyes were beginning to fill with fear.
"Mum," James said sparing Lupin, "We need to get him down cellar."
"Cellar? What ever for?" Lupin was pulling on James sleeve and pointing at the window. The sun was now gone, and the moon was visible. As his hand was clenched tightly around the cloth of his shirt, James felt it go rigid. His grip was becoming painful. James must've let out a small whimper, because is mother now noticed the werewolf's hand.
"Remus, what are you doing" She eyes, darting from his hand, to his face. James looked too; his eyes were clenched as tightly as his hand. Suddenly, they shot open, but they were no longer the normal soft brown, they were, instead, a frightening yellow. Mrs. Potter, gasped, looking at the moon, and finally understanding. He pulled James closer to his face, and said hoarsely:
"Cellar! Now!"
A.N: Okay finally done with the first chapter. The second one will be our anytime now. Please leave a review with any observations, suggestions, ect.
