Disclaimer: I'm going to say this only once, anything you recognize from Jo's works are just that, hers, not mine, and anything you see that isn't hers, is most certainly mine.
A/N: The beginning of this is taken directly from Deathly Hallows, so therefore, it's not mine so don't get any ideas. The beginning of this story will be a bit unoriginal, but bare with me, I've got plans for this story.
Chapter 1: Rebuilding
May 2.
One shivering second of silence, the shock of the moment suspended: and then the tumult broke around Harry as the screams and the cheers and the roars of the watchers rent the air. The fierce new sun dazzled the windows as they thundered toward him, and the first to reach him were Ron and Hermione, and it was their arms that were wrapped around him, their incomprehensible shouts that deafened him. Then Ginny, Neville, and Luna were there, and then all the Weasleys and Hagrid, and Kingsley and McGonagall and Flitwick and Sprout, and Harry could not hear a word that anyone was shouting, nor tell whose hands were seizing him, pulling him, trying to hug some part of him, hundreds of them pressing in, all of them determined to touch the Boy Who Lived, the reason it was over at last.
The sun rose steadily over Hogwarts, and the Great Hall blazed with life and light. Harry was an indispensable part of the mingled outpourings of jubilation and mourning, of grief and celebration. They wanted him there with them, their leader and symbol, their savior and their guide, and that he had not slept, that he craved the company of only a few of them, seemed to occur to no one. He must speak to the bereaved, clasp their hands, witness their tears, receive their thanks, hear the news now creeping in from every quarter.
The morning drew on; that the Imperiused up and down the country had come back to themselves, that Death Eaters were fleeing or else being captured, that the innocent of Azkaban were being released at that very moment, and that Kingsley Shacklebolt had been named temporary Minister of Magic...
They moved Voldemort's body and laid it in a chamber off the Hall, away from the bodies of Fred, Tonks, Lupin, Colin Creevey, and fifty others who had died fighting him. McGonagall had replaced the House tables, but nobody was sitting according to House anymore: All were jumbled together, teachers and pupils, ghosts and parents, centaurs and house-elves, and Firenze lay recovering in a corner, and Grawp peered in through a smashed window, and people were throwing food into his laughing mouth. After a while, exhausted and drained, Harry found himself sitting on a bench beside Luna.
"I'd want some peace and quiet, if it were me," she said.
"I'd love some," he replied.
"I'll distract them all," she said. "Use your Cloak."
And before he could say a word she had cried, "Oooh, look, a Blibbering Humdinger!" and pointed out of the window. Everyone who heard looked around, and Harry slid the Cloak up over himself, and got to his feet.
Now he could move through the Hall without interference. He spotted Ginny two tables away; she was sitting with her head on her mother's shoulder: There would be time to talk later, hours and days and maybe years in which to talk. He saw Neville, the sword of Gryffindor lying beside his plate as he ate, surrounded by a knot of fervent admirers. Along the aisle between the tables he walked, and he spotted the three Malfoys, huddled together as though unsure whether or not they were supposed to be there, but nobody was paying them any attention. Everywhere he looked he saw families reunited, and finally, he saw the two whose company he craved most.
"It's me," he muttered, crouching down between them. "Will you come with me?"
They stood up at once, and together he, Ron, and Hermione left the Great Hall. Great chunks were missing from the marble staircase, part of the balustrade gone, and rubble and bloodstains occurred every few steps as they climbed.
Somewhere in the distance they could hear Peeves zooming through the corridors singing a victory song of his own composition:
We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter's the one, And Voldy's gone moldy, so now let's have fun!
"Really gives a feeling for the scope and tragedy of the thing, doesn't it?" said Ron, pushing open a door to let Harry and Hermione through.
Happiness would come, Harry thought, but at the moment it was muffled by exhaustion, and the pain of losing Fred and Lupin and Tonks pierced him like a physical wound every few steps. Most of all he felt the most stupendous relief, and a longing to sleep. But first he owed an explanation to Ron and Hermione, who had stuck with him for so long, and who deserved the truth. Painstakingly he recounted what he had seen in the Pensieve and what had happened in the forest, and they had not even begun to express all their shock and amazement when at last they arrived at the place to which they had been walking, though none of them had mentioned their destination.
Since he had last seen it, the gargoyle guarding the entrance to the headmaster's study had been knocked aside; it stood lopsided, looking a little punch-drunk, and Harry wondered whether it would be able to distinguish passwords anymore.
"Can we go up?" he asked the gargoyle.
"Feel free," groaned the statue.
They clambered over him and onto the spiral stone staircase that moved slowly upward like an escalator. Harry pushed open the door at the top.
He had one, brief glimpse of the stone Pensieve on the desk where he had left it, and then an earsplitting noise made him cry out, thinking of curses and returning Death Eaters and the rebirth of Voldemort.
But it was applause. All around the walls, the headmasters and headmistresses of Hogwarts were giving him a standing ovation; they waved their hats and in some cases their wigs, they reached through their frames to grip each other's hands; they danced up and down on the chairs in which they had been painted; Dilys Derwent sobbed unashamedly; Dexter Fortescue was waving his ear-trumpet; and Phineas Nigellus called, in his high, reedy voice, "And let it be noted that Slytherin House played its part! Let our contribution not be forgotten!"
But Harry had eyes only for the man who stood in the largest portrait directly behind the headmaster's chair. Tears were sliding down from behind the half-moon spectacles into the long silver beard, and the pride and the gratitude emanating from him filled Harry with the same balm as phoenix song.
At last, Harry held up his hands, and the portraits fell respectfully silent, beaming and mopping their eyes and waiting eagerly for him to speak. He directed his words at Dumbledore, however, and chose them with enormous care. Exhausted and bleary-eyed though he was, he must make one last effort, seeking one last piece of advice.
"The thing that was hidden in the Snitch," he began, "I dropped it in the forest. I don't know exactly where, but I'm not going to go looking for it again. Do you agree?"
"My dear boy, I do," said Dumbledore, while his fellow pictures looked confused and curious. "A wise and courageous decision, but no less than I would have expected of you. Does anyone else know where it fell?"
"No one," said Harry, and Dumbledore nodded his satisfaction.
"I'm going to keep Ignotus's present, though," said Harry, and Dumbledore beamed.
"But of course, Harry, it is yours forever, until you pass it on!"
"And then there's this."
Harry held up the Elder Wand, and Ron and Hermione looked at it with a reverence that, even in his befuddled and sleep-deprived state, Harry did not like to see.
"I don't want it," said Harry.
"What?" said Ron loudly. "Are you mental?"
"I know it's powerful," said Harry wearily. "But I was happier with mine. So ..."
He rummaged in the pouch hung around his neck, and pulled out the two halves of holly still just connected by the finest thread of phoenix feather. Hermione had said that they could not be repaired, that the damage was too severe. All he knew was that if this did not work, nothing would.
He laid the broken wand upon the headmaster's desk, touched it with the very tip of the Elder Wand, and said, "Reparo."
As his wand resealed, red sparks flew out of its end. Harry knew that he had succeeded. He picked up the holly and phoenix wand and felt a sudden warmth in his fingers, as though wand and hand were rejoicing at their reunion.
"I'm putting the Elder Wand," he told Dumbledore, who was watching him with enormous affection and admiration, "back where it came from. It can stay there. If I die a natural death like Ignotus, its power will be broken, won't it? The previous master will never have been defeated. That'll be the end of it."
Dumbledore nodded. They smiled at each other.
"Are you sure?" said Ron. There was the faintest trace of longing in his voice as he looked at the Elder Wand.
"I think Harry's right," said Hermione quietly.
"That wand's more trouble than it's worth," said Harry. "And quite honestly," he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower, and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, "I've had enough trouble for a lifetime." This marks the beginning of Harry Potter's life after the war.
The walk to Gryffindor Tower was long, and the destruction still hit Harry hard. They entered the Tower, and there was not a person in sight. The assumption was made that they were all downstairs still celebrating. All Harry wanted was a little food, and sleep. The three climbed the stairs to the seventh-year dormitories, and Harry collapsed on one of the beds.
"Kreacher," he called groggily. With a pop, the Elf materialized in front of him.
"Yes Master?" He asked.
"Can you bring us some sandwiches?"
Kreacher bowed low, and then with another pop, he was gone. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the bed next to Harry's. Ron had his arm around Hermione, and Hermione's head was on his shoulder. Kreacher popped back into the room, and set a tray of sandwiches and pumpkin juice down. Harry mumbled thanks before Kreacher popped away once again. The three friends devoured the food and drink. The exhaustion won shortly after they finished eating, and Hermione went to sleep in the bed next to Ron's. Sleep took over the three when their heads hit their pillows.
Down at the celebration feast Molly, Arthur, Ginny, Bill, Fleur, George, and Percy, sat close to the still form of Fred. Ginny was still on her mother's shoulder, and Arthur was comforting the two women. Bill and Fleur were beside them crying as George and Percy were on the floor mourning over the body. Suddenly, Molly lifted her head and looked around the people beside her and in front of her. She counted only six people, and that bewildered her.
"There should be ten," she said softly.
"What, Mum?" Ginny questioned.
"There should be ten people here with us. I know that Charlie's still in Romania, but where are Ron, Hermione, and Harry?" Ginny's eyes flashed with anger and hurt at the mention of Harry's name.
"They are probably tired Molly," Arthur said in a comforting tone.
"I know they probably are, but have they eaten anything?"
"If they haven't, I'm sure they will when they wake up," Arthur told his distressed wife.
As the Great Hall began to empty of parents and students, the Weasleys exited and went up to Gryffindor Tower. Once inside the Tower, Neville and Ginny went up to the seventh-year boy dormitories and collapsed into the two remaining beds. A few minutes later, Molly followed Neville and Ginny up the stairs to find all five of the children fast asleep. She walked around the room holding each child's hand in her own for a while, just thinking about that person in turn.
Arthur came up two and a half hours later to make her come back down to get some sleep. She complied reluctantly, and the two adults exited the room to find a place for themselves.
May 3.
Twenty-four hours later, Neville was the first to wake up. A day ago he defied Voldemort with the sorting hat, and helped Harry defeat him by beheading the Snake. You only had to look at him to tell that it was a great relief that Voldemort was gone, and that Bellatrix was gone for good too. The person who tortured his parents was finally gone. He lay in bed relishing the fact they were all free of immediate danger. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a well deserved shower.
A half an hour later, Hermione and Ginny woke up. They both looked around the room observing everything. You could tell by Ginny's face how she felt about each person she looked at. Since no one seemed to be up, you could tell that she felt she could let her guard down for the moment. The first thing she noticed was her brother sprawled on his bed with his mouth wide open. An empty bed with dirty clothes scattered on it came into view next. She thought it must be Neville's because the sword of Gryffindor lay atop the covers. The next bed she saw was Harrys. He was lying on his side with his glasses askew. When her eyes rested upon him, her face displayed several emotions. Among them were: Mistrust, love, hurt, annoyance, hate, and anticipation. It was no secret to anyone who may be watching her that she had mixed feelings for him. Ginny and Hermione locked gazes about this time, and Ginny saw confusion written in Hermione's eyes.
"Are you ok Ginny?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said.
"You just look like you're going to kill someone," she responded quietly. Ginny gestured to Harry before saying,
"I don't know what to think Hermione. I had no idea at the battle when Hagrid brought... brought..." she couldn't think of that, because he was lying right there in plain sight for everyone to see that he was alive. She took a deep breath before finishing, "when Hagrid brought his dead body to the castle."
Hermione could tell by Ginny's expression that she was on the verge of tears, so she got up and walked over to the bed and wrapped an arm around Ginny's shoulders.
"Ginny," Hermione said quietly. Ginny just sobbed into her shoulder before Hermione said again,
"Ginny, please look at me."
After a while Ginny's tears subsided, and she lifted her face to look at Hermione.
"He has been through so much this year, if you love him, and I mean truly love him, give him time to figure things out, explain things."
Ginny looked at Hermione,
"It'll be hard to do that-Hermione-he left me-thought me unfit to go with you guys-tried to keep me safe," a choking sob escaped through the lump in her throat as she ended her speech. Hermione squeezed her shoulders, and then said,
"He left you because he thought it best. I never said it was just, but he really cares about you. He never thought you unfit, he just didn't want the only person he cared strongly about to get hurt. And you know he has a thing for saving people. It's just in his nature. Did you know that he didn't want Ron or me to come with him?"
Ginny's face looked shocked.
"He really didn't want you to go with him?"
"No. He didn't, but he knew that we weren't going to let him go alone, not after all we've been through," she said in a sorrowful tone. A moment past and then they heard Ron's snoring subside. Hermione's head turn just in time to see Ron open his eyes.
"How long have I been asleep?" he asked groggily.
"We don't honestly know. Ginny and I just woke up about a half an hour ago," Hermione responded.
"Harry is still asleep?" Ron asked.
"Yes," Ginny said. She glanced around the room again, then said, "Hey, where's Neville? The sword isn't on his bed anymore," Ginny wondered.
A moment later said boy entered with a large tray loaded with orange juice and five heaping plates of breakfast.
"Neville!" Ginny exclaimed,
"Shhhh!" Hermione hissed, "you'll wake Harry."
"We had no idea where you went," Ginny finished.
"Just went to get breakfast for all of us," he said.
Harry rolled over in the four-poster he lay in. It was warm and comfortable, but then his heart clenched just thinking about Remus, Tonks, Colin, Fred, and the fifty others who were killed. Each death hit his heart with such force that it was hard to breathe. He did not hear that Ginny shouted, or Hermione's exclamation to hush, or Neville's explanation as to where he went. The invisible ropes were strangling him, and right now there was no happiness. Voldemort was dead, but he couldn't rejoice just yet. His thoughts drifted over to Ginny. Does she hate me? Will she ever want to be mine after all I did to her? Will she give me the chance to explain everything? He hoped she still loved him, just as he loved her.
Hermione unwrapped her arm from around Ginny, and walked over to Ron's bed. She sat down just as Ron wrapped his arm around her, and she laid her head on his shoulder.
"So, who wants to eat?" Neville asked.
"I'm going to take a shower," Ginny said, "Anyone else need one?"
Hermione got up clearly deciding that Ginny's suggestion was a good one, and grabbed the beaded bag off the bed. As she sifted through the contents, she tossed out six shoes, three shirts, three pants, three robes, and undergarments for herself Ron and Harry. The scattered articles were picked up off the floor, and chucked in the direction of Ron and Harry respectfully.
"Ouch! Hermione!" Ron complained.
"Then move out of the way," She said before walking into the bathroom with Ginny. In her haste, Hermione hit Ron in the head with one of his shoes.
Harry felt the clothes hit his bed as well as hearing Ron's outburst. He sat up in bed, grabbed the clothes, and followed Hermione and Ginny into the bathroom while mumbling a good morning to the rest. Once in the shower, he let the steaming water soothe the cuts, boils, and blisters he obtained over the past year. He lathered on the soap to clean the wounds, and he knew they needed cleaning because the soap burned every inch of his body. He rinsed off, and took a deep breath. The scent of flowers wafted over to him, and it helped to calm him. He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He quickly toweled off, and then hurried back into the room to get dressed. The girls and Ron exited the showers a few minutes later, got dressed, and then they each took a plate of food and a cup of orange juice and ate in companionable silence.
When they finished with their breakfast, they heard footsteps on the stairs. Mrs. Weasley entered the room just as Neville was taking the trays back down to the kitchens. She eyed each child critically, and then took them into her famous bone crushing hug one at a time. Wiping the tears she didn't notice were falling until now, she said,
"I see that you have eaten."
They all nodded.
"We are staying to help clean this place up, and McGonagall wants to talk to you at some point today about your schooling, Ginny."
Ginny's head jerked up when she heard what her mother said.
"My schooling?"
"Yes, she needs to know if you plan to sit your sixth-year exams."
Ginny groaned. She hadn't learned much this past year. She couldn't figure out how Professor McGonagall could ever think that any of the students could pass their exams with the little knowledge they acquired over the year.
"Looks like I'm going to have to take them next year," she said resignedly, "And finish my seventh-year after that."
Molly looked puzzled.
"You could take them this year. She is offering the students the chance to study the material over the summer, and take the exams when you get back to school."
Ginny looked relieved, Hermione looked excited, Ron looked scared out of his mind, and Harry looked amused.
"If she's going to let you guys sit your previous exams, I wonder if she'll let me come back for my seventh-year," Hermione questioned as she looked excited at the prospect.
"Even if I do take that course, I don't think I'll be able to cram in that much knowledge by the time September comes around," Ginny said dejectedly.
"I will help you," Hermione said, "It will give me a chance to review my sixth-year, and help you study all in one."
Ron looked even more scared at Hermione's statement, but Harry spoke up for the first time, and looked straight at Ginny.
"I have absolute faith that you'll be able to pass your sixth-year exams by the end of the summer. I'll even help if you guys need it."
Hermione looked delighted at Harry's offer, and Ginny just looked bewildered. She searched his face for any sign that he might be bluffing, but when she found none she said,
"You actually believe that I can do it," She couldn't believe her ears. Hermione sent her a disapproving glare, but she was trying to squash the butterflies that had erupted in her stomach.
"Unless you mean to tell me that you're dumb. I mean, after all the times you've proven that to us that you're more than just the youngest child of si..." Harry had to stop himself before saying the wrong thing, "...five brothers," he couldn't say any more, his throat constricted again as he thought of Fred. As Ginny looked in Harry's direction, her face shown shock, elation, anger and sympathy all in a span of a few seconds.
Mrs. Weasley got up from the bed that Neville had occupied earlier and took Harry into another motherly embrace. When his tears subsided after 15 minutes in which Hermione kept pointing at Ginny then to Harry and Back, Ginny got up and walked out of the room to go talk to McGonagall and the older girl followed.
Harry sat there in Mrs. Weasley's embrace as he saw the girls leave the dormitory. This was the first time he had cried over the whole thing, and by the looks of it, Ginny wanted nothing to do with him if her leaving the room was any indication. He wiped his tears with the back of his right hand, and saw the words etched into it.
"I must not tell lies."
He thought of Ginny, and made a silent promise that he would do his best to not lie to her when and if they ever got to talk.
"I suppose we should go downstairs and see where Minerva wants us to start," Mrs. Weasley said after she let go of Harry. The boys nodded in agreement.
They exited the room, and climbed through the portrait hole, and made their way down to the Great Hall where they found Ginny and Hermione finishing their conversation with Professor McGonagall.
"And there are the other two I've been meaning to talk to.," McGonagall said as she looked at Ron and Harry. "I need to know if you two plan on coming back for your seventh-year."
Harry and Ron looked at each other, and both knew what the other was thinking. Harry nodded to him then said,
"I don't think we're coming back Professor."
Mrs. Weasley looked thunderstruck.
"What do you imagine you'll do without a proper magical education,." she said to both boys. "I know I can't make you do anything Harry, but..."
"I'm not going back," Ron said forcefully to his mother. "I'm not sure what I'll do just yet, but I'll figure it out."
Mrs. Weasley turned her attention to Harry. He looked extremely guilty for upsetting the only person who considered him a son. He directed his next question to McGonagall.
"Professor, how long do we have to decide?"
"You have until the end of July to make a final decision," she told him. Harry took a few minutes to make up his mind before answering.
"I stay by what I said earlier then. I don't think I need NEWT results for anyone to figure out I'm good at what I plan to do."
"You still want to be an Auror I assume," McGonagall questioned.
Harry nodded.
"Then I'll put in a word with the temporary Minister about your ambition. I'm not surprised you will not be returning, Longbottom is another that isn't," she said with the ghost of a smile.
"Neville's not coming back either?" Ron asked.
"I'm afraid he is not. His Gran isn't happy about it though," she responded.
Mrs. Weasley turned her attention to the girls, after admitting defeat that the boys would not be finishing their educations.
"And what about you two?"
"I'll be taking my exams in September," Ginny told her.
"And you Hermione?"
"I'll be going back as well," she said.
"Now that we have this out of the way, I believe you will be helping with the cleanup of the castle?" McGonagall said.
Mrs. Weasley nodded. McGonagall consulted the clipboard in her arms.
"The four of you," she pointed to Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, "will help us clean the salvageable rubble so it can be put back where it belongs." The four of them looked at one another, obviously surprised they would be working together. "Molly. You and Arthur will help Bill and Percy retrieve the rubble for them to clean. Hopefully we can get the place cleaned up enough to start rebuilding the place tomorrow."
"Where are we going to do our job at Professor?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, I want you four outside. I don't care where you decide to set up, just not on the steps. And Molly, I told Bill and Arthur to start on the ground floor."
Everyone turn to leave. Well, everyone except Harry.
"Is there anything else, Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"Snape's body is in the shreaking shack. He deserves to have a proper burial with the others."
Her eyebrows raised in surprise.
"I don't think many people will like that."
"Those who heard what I said yesterday will understand. If he was truly protecting the students and passing information willingly to Voldemort, then he deserves a proper burial with the rest."
McGonagall nodded her head, and said,
"I will have someone go out there and retrieve the body."
Harry nodded in thanks, and then left with the others.
When they were out of ear shot of Professor McGonagall, Mrs. Weasley said to them,
"I want Madam Pomphrey to look over you four."
"I'm fine." Came four replies, but she was not to be swayed. She marched them up to the hospital wing where Madam Pomphrey was working on a couple of people before she got to them.
"I wondered when you would be dropping by," she said to them. She ushered the four of them into four separate beds, and worked on them for a half hour. When she finished, she looked appalled, but extremely satisfied.
"Where did you three acquire all those burns?"
"That was when we broke into Gringotts," Hermione said.
"No doubt from the dragon."
"No, when we were in the Lestrange vault," Harry said.
"What did you need out of there?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged a look that told it all.
"You can't tell us?" Ginny said annoyed.
"We rather keep that a secret. The entire wizarding world doesn't need to know about it to be honest," Harry said calmly.
"But you can trust..." Ginny started.
"It's not a matter of trust, Ginny," Hermione said, "it's was horrible, really horrible, the things we had to hunt down."
Ginny didn't look happy with the response, Harry looked miserable because he promised himself that he wouldn't keep things from her, Hermione looked satisfied, and Ron looked angry. Ron flung himself off his bed and quickly walked over to Ginny's. She flung herself off her bed as well, waiting for the fight. They stood nose to nose when Ron said,
"Just because you are feeling left out doesn't mean we have to tell you everything we do!" he growled.
"I'm not feeling left out," she said, "and I know you're not telling me anything because you were told not to, but guess what, Dumbledore's dead!" she spat back.
"Ginny?" Mrs. Weasley said, attempting to gain her attention.
Ginny ignored her mother, and continued to glare at Ron.
Hermione got up out of her bed, and walked silently over to the pare putting one hand on Ginny's shoulder.
"If you haven't noticed, we haven't even told your mother," she said quietly.
"Exactly," Ron said in agreement.
"Our family has the right to know," Ginny said.
"No one should know. Just us three., Ron said, his temper starting to rise.
"Oh yes, the golden trio," she spat. "They don't have to tell anyone anything because they think the rest of us can't take it."
"That's not..." Ron started before Harry forcibly pushed him back, and he went sprawling onto Ginny's unoccupied bed.
"If anybody has the right to know anything, it's Ginny," he said firmly as he pulled her into a hug. Upon contact, she tensed, and after a few seconds relaxed and returned the hug.
"But Harry," Hermione protested, and Ron showed his displeasure by kicking him in the side. Harry silently mouthed, "Diary," before Hermione understood.
"Why should I be the only other person who knows?" she asked. Harry gave her a tired smile.
"Today is not the time to discuss It," he said.
"But you just said..." she started.
"I know what I said, but I don't want to talk about it today, and probably not for the next week," he responded.
"I'm missing something over here," Ron said, "Why does she get to know?"
Hermione moved to her left a little and silently mouthed, "Diary."
The four made their way outside to a shady tree, and worked on their project for the rest of the day, only stopping for meals.
On Monday they were assigned to finish the job they started the day before. On Tuesday they were assigned to help move the deceased outside under a tent, and pick up any debris out there. On Wednesday they were assigned to sweep the rest of the debris out of the corridors and classrooms. On Thursday they were assigned to help repair any broken furniture. And on Friday they were assigned to help the house elves clean the dormitories since they had so many other things they needed to be doing during that last week. That work lasted until they were told to go to bed by Mrs. Weasley, because they would be leaving for the Burrow in the morning. The rest of the rebuilding process would take place that next week so it was ready for the memorial service that would take place a week from tomorrow.
A/N: Review, and tell me what you think. Just note that the more people review, the quicker I'll write the second chapter.