Chapter 1:

I woke up to the sun shining brightly in my face. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I stretched and climbed out of bed. "Good God, Sophie," I mumbled to myself. "How could a human possibly look this awful in the morning?"

After attempting to tame my morning hair, I made my way downstairs. As I was descending the stairs, I tripped over my own feet and went flying down the remaining steps. Grumbling to myself about being blessed with my mum's feet, I grabbed a slice of toast from the toast rack in the kitchen and angrily bit into it.

"Good mornin' to you too, love," said my mum, appearing from around the corner.

My mum, Marilynn Markham, was the perfect mother image: tall, blond, and beautiful. Not only that, she was a Healer at St. Mungo's. Her green eyes twinkled as she took in my rumpled morning appearance. Yeah, it was obvious that my mum and I were pretty much opposites. Mum was willowy and graceful, while I, her not-so-graceful daughter, couldn't make it through the day without tripping or falling over something. People often thought we weren't related at first. Mum was green eyed, blond, and she had a sophisticated London accent that seemed to entrance everyone who heard her speak. I was just the opposite. I had a thick Liverpool accent and straight brown hair that fell just past my shoulders. Sure, I was curvy, but that was about it. I didn't have the high, defined cheekbones, or the tan skin. I did have one really cool feature though. One of my eyes was dark green, like Mum's, and the other was a bright blue, supposedly like my dad's.

"Hey, Mum." I pushed back a piece of stray hair that fell into my face. Looking at the calendar, I saw that it was August 25. Reaching for a glass and a pitcher of pumpkin juice, I blinked a few times and said, "We're going to Diagon Alley today, right?"

Mum rolled her eyes and said, "No, I'm breaking the tradition we've had since you were eleven. Surprise. Of course we're going to Diagon Alley today." Good. I loved Diagon Alley. Grinning, I got up to place my now empty glass in the sink.

With a quick swish of her wand, Mum had the dishes washing themselves, and the leftovers packing themselves away. As I was reading over my school supply list, Mum said, "What books are you going to need this year, Soph?"

I leaned against the counter and said, "Looks like I'ma need a lot. I've got to have a new Standard Book of Spells Grade 5, a new Divination book, some Charms theorem book, a Herbology guide, a Defense against the Dark Arts book, a potions book, and…something called the Monster Book of Monsters."

Laughing, Mum said, "I remember those! They would bite people and send them to St. Mungo's!"

A book that bites people? No, thank you! I kissed Mum's cheek and walked upstairs- without falling- to get ready. After taking a long luxurious shower, I pulled on a pair of jeans and an Ireland t-shirt, before throwing on a Gryffindor sweatshirt and some flats. After applying a small amount of makeup and spritzing myself with perfume, I grabbed my purse and pronounced myself ready to go. Running downstairs, I grabbed Mum's arm tightly and shut my eyes as the awful feeling that was disapparation took over my body.

As we arrived in the Leaky Cauldron, several people waved to Mum. Nodding in response, she pulled out her wand and tapped the brick. As we crossed into Diagon Alley, I felt a grin spill across my face. My senses were overwhelmed with all the magic. I had always loved coming here; it made me feel so happy and truly magical. After picking up an order of Healer's robes for Mum and Gryffindor robes for me at Madame Malkins, we made our way to Flourish and Blotts. It was nearly empty inside. I wandered the shelves, picking out books here and there, while Mum was busy looking at some romance novels. After picking out all the books I needed, I turned the corner and ran smack into someone.

We both fell to the ground, books flying everywhere. There was a flash of red, and as me and my unknown aggressor sat up, we banged heads. Grabbing my injured forehead, I angrily glared up at my attacker.

"Well, well. Look who we have here. If it isn't Sophie Markham!" The boy smirked at me, and looked through the book of mine he held in his hand.

Gritting my teeth, I forced a smile onto my face. "Hullo, Weasley."

The red-head put a hand over his heart. "You haven't seen me in two months and you forget my first name? I'm wounded, Soph. Wounded."

Ugh. I wanted to slap that smirk off his face. Rolling my eyes, I gathered my books and stood up. "You can cut the sarcasm, Weasley. Now, would you mind telling me which one of you two you are?"

Winking, he replied, "It's George at your service today, missy."

Nodding curtly, I said promptly, "Well, it was an absolute pleasure seeing you George. Now, if I could have that book back, I would be very grateful."

As I made to grab the book, George held it up over his head, where I couldn't reach it. "Not so fast, Sophie. What have we here? Divination. That's a bloody awful class. If I remember correctly, it's a class your rather good at, isn't it?"

I took several deep breaths and said, "Okay. Keep the book. I'll just grab another one. Excuse me."

As I made to step forward, Fred came walking up the aisle. "Going somewhere without saying hello to me, now, are we?"

Inwardly groaning, I gave a halfhearted wave at the other twin. "Hi, Fred."

Shit, why did I have to run into them? They know I can't stand them. Stupid, pranking, immature prats! Pushing past the two red-headed twins, I made my way over to where Mum was. "Mum, we need to hurry and pay. Now."

Startled by the fierceness in my voice, Mum took a few books from my arms, and walked towards the register. As we reached the cashier, a whole red-headed family fell into line behind us. The cash register attendant gave us the Monster Book of Monsters with a free belt wrapped around it. After Mum had finished paying, she turned around and gave a small start when she saw the mother's face.

"M…molly? Is that really you, Molly?"

Confused, I turned to Mum and whispered, "Mum, you know the Weasleys?"

Hurriedly shushing me, Mum walked a few steps closer and said, "Molls, do you remember me? I was your best friend at Hogwarts; Marilynn. Except you called me Lynn."

Molly Weasley's eyes lit up as she recognized my mum. "Lynn? Oh my word, look at you! Is it really you?"

With a squeal, Mum pulled Mrs. Weasley in for a hug. After they separated, they hurriedly broke into chitchat.

"Molls, look at your beautiful family! You must be so proud."

"I am…I've got seven in total. There's Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and my little Ginny. Arthur and I try to scrim and save, but we're not the best off…just living in Ottery St. Catchpole…well, look at you! What have you done since Hogwarts?"

"I'm a Healer now. It's been great. Yes, I married and had my Sophie here…We live in Godric's Hollow, actually. She's in fifth year now. I can hardly believe it."

"My twins Fred and George are in fifth year. Do you know them, dear?"

Jerked out of my fantasy, which involved hitting the twins over the head with my book, I turned to Mrs. Weasley, startled. "Yes, er…I do know them. They're in my house, actually. They're…they're quite the pranksters, aren't they?"

Mrs. Weasley sighed and said, "Yes, they are. They have it set in their minds that they're going to open a joke shop. I tell them good luck with that! Lynn, if I remember correctly, you didn't have a steady after Hogwarts. Who did you marry?"

Of course. She had to bring up this topic. "Er…Mrs. Weasley," I said. "My dad sort of…went missing during the Wars. Mum doesn't like to talk about it. But, he was a Healer with her."

Molly sympathetically patted Mum's hand. "Oh, Lynn. I'm so sorry!"

Mum smiled sadly and said, "It's alright. Yes, we met in Healer training, and married about a year later. It was nine years ago…quite sad, really. But, I've got Soph, and she's got me."

Molly beamed and touched Mum's shoulder. "Well, we must be going…you must owl me sometime! We'll have to get together soon, maybe for tea. It was lovely meeting you, Sophie."

Fred and George simultaneously winked at me and said at the same time, "Bye, Sophie. We'll see you at Hogwarts."

I rolled my eyes. "Goodbye." As soon Mum and I walked of the store, I whispered to myself, "And good riddance."

Next, we headed over to the apothecary to restock my potions kit. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Mum said, "I should be able to talk about him by now. Heavens, it's been nine years."

I glanced at Mum and saw that she was grimly staring at the potion kits lining the walls. "Mum," I softly said. "You don't have to talk about Dad. It's alright."

Mum shook her head. "No. No, I do. Let's go to the Leaky Cauldron for a sandwich. I'll tell you all about your father, okay?"

Confused, I knit my eyebrows together. "Mum, are you okay? Do you want some water?"

Laughing, Mum responded, "No! I'm fine. I…I've realized that I can't let your father's disappearance keep affecting me like this. I…I think…I think I'm over it."

Smiling at me, Mum walked up to the counter, and paid for my things. When we were seated with sandwiches and tea at the Leaky Cauldron, Mum looked at me over her teacup.

"Well, Soph? What do you want to know about your dad?"

Gathering my hair into a ponytail, I thought for a few moments. "Er…well, what was his name? His birthday? What was he like? What did he like?"

Grinning, Mum thoughtfully twisted her wedding ring. "Your father. His name was David. David Vincent Markham. His birthday was in October. October fourteenth. He was the sweetest guy you'd ever meet. Always one to complement you for the tiniest things. He noticed the little things: if you'd gotten your hair done or if you'd lost a few pounds. He was awfully protective. He was very smart, too. He was in Ravenclaw. Got all O's on OWLs and NEWTs. He was really tall, with dark brown hair like yours and blue eyes. You've got his one shade of blue. He was from Liverpool, which explains your accent. He was a healer with me. We dated for about a year, and he proposed. Our wedding was on the beach. Then, we had you! Oh, darling, he loved you so much. He brought new pictures of you to work almost every day. Anyways, during the wizard wars, he went off with some of the others to go heal those who were on the battlefields. He…well, he didn't come back. You were six. Do you…I don't suppose you remember him?"

I furrowed my brow. "Well, not exactly. I remember a tall man with a deep voice, and music. Lots and lots of music. And…and a carnival."

Nodding excitedly, Mum squealed, "Oh, you do remember! Yes, your father loved music. He had a lovely voice too. He would sing to me, but he was always listening to muggle music. He especially liked this one band from Liverpool. The Beatles. Yes, he actually grew up with the drummer. They were good friends, until he was accepted into Hogwarts. And, when you were about five, he took you to a little street carnival. You had the most fun there. "

I smiled. "Yeah. Well, Mum, it's getting late. We better be getting back. Thank you for taking me out today."

Beaming, Mum replied, "Well, it is a tradition!" When I was rummaging through the shopping bags for something, I remembered that we had forgotten to get my divination book. "Mum, we've got to go back! I forgot to get my divination book!"

Frowning, Mum replied, "What? That's not like you; divination is your favorite subject. How did you forget the book? Oh, never mind. We've got to hurry though. The crowd is just about ready to come in." We went back to Flourish and Blotts was a challenge, as it was so crowded, you could barely get through. I picked up a new divination book and got in the long line. When we finally got to the register and paid for my textbook, the creepy attendant smiled at me and said, "You, missy, have just received a gift!"

Er…pedophile much? Smiling, I said, "I think you're confused. I didn't get a gift."

The attendant pulled out a book from underneath the counter and presented it to me. "Here you are. Free of charge. A lad earlier wanted it delivered to you. Said he knew you would be coming back in here."

I looked down at the book title. Divination for the Gifted by the seer Cassandra. Oh, wow! How cool! I longingly looked at the book and said, "Erm, I think you've got the wrong girl. Who asked you to give it to me?"

The attendant gave me a creepy wink and said, "I promised not to tell. Just take the book."

Without thinking, I took the book and slipped it into the bag. "Thank you, sir!"

Mum and I walked back down to the Leaky Cauldron, with Mum teasing about how I had a secret admirer. I did wonder though who sent me the book. When we apparated back to our house, I immediately went upstairs and put all my stuff in my trunk. As I was getting ready for bed, I walked downstairs and went into Mum's room.
"Mum?"

"Yes, love?"

"I don't suppose you have any Beatles music, do you? I was wondering what Dad's favorite band sounded like."

Mum warily looked out the window and quickly closed the blinds with a swish of her wand. "Sophie, I'm about to show you something I probably shouldn't. You can't tell anyone about it. Not your best friend, not your little boyfriend…no one!"

Blushing, I said, "Mum, I don't have a boyfriend!"

Grinning cheekily, Mum said, "Boyfriend, secret admirer...same thing. One thing leads to another and whatnot." Leaning close to a picture above her nightstand, Mum tapped it with her wand and murmured something I couldn't hear. The picture frame sunk into the wall, and a door appeared. Opening the door slowly, Mum walked in a few steps and then motioned for me to follow her.

I followed Mum into the dimly lit hall, and wandered down the corridor. Looking around, I saw the walls were decorated with vinyl records. I read the titles aloud, softly under my breath. "Abbey RoadPlease Please MeYellow Submarine…what on Earth?" Mum had pushed open a small door, and as I walked into the room, I gasped. The room was filled with instruments of every kind. There were about five guitars, and two drum kits. A big brass section was directly to the right of the door, and a winds section was next to it. On the left side of the room, a strings section was filled with gleaming cellos and basses. Closed cases were piled next to them. In all, there were about 30 instruments in the whole room. A huge bookshelf was on the right wall. It was packed with records of all kind. There were all sorts of titles, but most of them were by the Beatles, Elvis Presley, or some band called the Rolling Stones. A record player sat next to it, gold and shiny. Upon opening a huge filing cabinet, I discovered it was packed with sheet music. It was like I had died and gone to heaven.

"Oh my…Mum, look at all this music! Look at all the instruments! H…how is this…? When did we have this built? Mum, why did you not tell me this?"

Mum, who was quietly plucking a cello, turned around and said, "We…er, I…didn't tell you because…I was being a little selfish. This was your father's special place, and I just wanted to keep it to myself. I gave it to your father as a birthday gift. He…he just wanted a little music sanctuary. So, that's what this is!"

I shook my head in wonder. "Oh, Mum. Look at all the instruments! It's absolutely beautiful. Did he play them all?"

Nodding furiously, Mum said, "Your father's mum was a muggle music prodigy, and so was he. Did I tell you he was half blood?"

Running her fingers through my hair, I whispered, "No, no you didn't. So, he played all of these? Is that why I'm so good at music?"

Grinning broadly, Mum replied, "Yes. He wanted you to be able to enjoy music as much as you did. That's why I had you take those private lessons for the cello and for your voice. I wanted to see if you were musical, like your dad. And you are! You're quite like him."

I eyed the cellos warily. "Can I…can I try one?"

Mum spread open her hands and said, "It's all yours, love."

Wandering over to the strings area, I looked over the cellos and picked out a sky blue one. After tightening and rosining the bow, I went over to the filing cabinet and picked out the Prelude to Cello Suite No. 1. Placing it on a music stand and sitting in a plastic chair, I began to play. Starting off slowly, I picked up speed as I went along. My fingers flew over the fingerboard, creating wondrous music. Closing my eyes, I let the notes flow from my fingertips. Then it was over. A shocking silence filled the music room. Letting out an astounded laugh, Mum clapped and ran over to hug me.

"Sophie! I didn't know you had gotten that good! That was amazing!"

Blushing, I ducked my head and said, "I've been practicing. But, um, thank you."

Kissing the top of my head, Mum said, "Well, I'm going to bed, and you should too. We can come back in here tomorrow, okay, love? I'll see you in the morning. Good night."

Walking out of the hidden room and going to the top of the stairs, I paused. "Good night, Mum. Thanks for telling me about Dad."

The next five days were a blur, with me spending a lot of time in the music room. Mum told me about Dad as often as she could, and she listened to records with me. Listening to the Beatles made me feel close to Dad. I even had some favorite songs by them: "I Want to Hold Your Hand," "Hey Jude," and "It's Only Love". On September first, we went to Platform 9 ¾, as we had for the last five years. The train station was packed as usual, and everything was a blur of noise.

"Sophie, have you got your owl?"
"Yes, Mum. I've got her right here."

"You have your mouthwash? Toothbrush? Where's your cello case? Ooh, do you have your wand? What about your-"

"Mum," I cut her off. "There's no need to pester. I've got everything. I promise you."

Visibly deflating, Mum said, "I know. I just don't want you to go. I don't like being all alone."

Hugging Mum close, I whispered, "I know. Mum, I'll write every week, I swear."Just then, the train whistle blew, and I hurriedly looked back at the train. "I better go now."

Kissing Mum's cheek, I boarded the train and waved out the compartment window. The train was slowly moving now.

Mum waved back enthusiastically and said, "I'll see you at Christmas, love! Remember to write! Goodbye!"

I waved until the train turned the corner and Mum became a speck in the distance. As I put my trunk into the overhead, I heard the door to my compartment open and close. When I turned around, I saw my best friend, Angelina Johnson sitting there. Squealing, we hugged and jumped up and down.

"Angie! How have you been? How was your summer?"

"I've been alright. Summer was awesome; I went to Ireland to stay with me gram. What about you?"

"I've been just dandy. I went to Italy with Mum."

Grinning, Angelina pulled a chain out from under her sweater. "Look what Chris got me for my birthday."

Chris was Angelina's boyfriend in Ravenclaw. I sat next to her and examined the jewelry. The necklace he had gotten her was a simple gold chain, with a heart charm hanging off of it. It was intricately wrought, and on the back was the inscription To My Lina: Happy 15th! Love, Chris. "Aww, Angie, that's really sweet!"

Glowing, Angelina replied, "Yes, it is. We're getting really serious. He's a prefect. That's why he's not sitting with us. Plus, I thought we could use a little girl time."

I was happy for her, I really was, but I couldn't help feeling a little jealousy. Having a boyfriend would be really nice. I sighed. "I wish that I had someone like that."

Angelina patted my hand sympathetically. "I know. We'll find you someone this year, I promise. If you don't have a boyfriend by the end of this year…I'll…let you die my hair pink!"

Giggling, I said, "Alright. Let's shake on it though, and make it official."

As we shook hands, the compartment door burst open and a curly haired girl bounced in. "ANGE! SOPH! I'M BACK!"

"ALICIA!"

Grabbing both of the girls in a group hug, Alicia Spinnet jumped up and down with excitement. "Can you believe it, girls? We're in fifth year! Ahh!"

Smiling, I said, "It's mad, isn't it? So, how was your summer?"

As Alicia went into a monologue on how boring her summer was, I noticed the train stopping. "Guys, what's going on? We can't be there already."

Looking out the window, Angelina whispered, "I see something coming onto the train. I don't know what it is though."

The air around us went cold, and the lights went out. Frost was climbing up the window, and all the happiness in the air disappeared. With my teeth chattering, I looked up to see a horrifying cloaked being opening the compartment door and floating in front of me. Its rotting grimy hand was outstretched towards my face. The air got colder as it came closer. My breath coming in small gasps, I grabbed Angelina's hand and waited for the thing to go away. Watching through slit eyes, I sighed in relief as it turned around and floated out of the room. A bright white light chased the thing off the train and sent it spiraling into the dark evening. The lights came back on and warmth flooded the air. Taking a few deep breaths, I looked around at my two best friends. Angelina was gripping the necklace Chris gave her, and Alicia looked like she had just been electrocuted. "W…what was that thing?" Alicia stuttered.

Angelina placed her hands on her lap and said, "I think it was a dementor. You know, one of the guards of Azkaban. "

I pushed back my hair and tried to calm my pounding heart. "What was it doing on the train?"

Leaning in a little closer, Alicia whispered, "I bet it was looking for Sirius Black."

Warily glancing at Alicia, Angelina whispered back, "Do you think so? What would Sirius Black be doing on the Hogwarts train?"

"Looking for Harry Potter, of course," said an unknown voice.

Angelina clutched her heart, Alicia screamed, and I jumped so hard I fell on the floor. The compartment door slid open to reveal three laughing boys: Fred and George Weasley, and their dreadlocked companion, Lee Jordan. Fighting to keep my temper under control, I stood up and angrily said, "What are you doing, eavesdropping on our conversation? It's not very funny!"

The twins grinned identically at me and simultaneously said, "Well, Sophie, we happened to think it was very funny when you fell on the floor."

Lee winked at Alicia and said, "We were just making sure you lovely ladies weren't too shaken up by the dementors."

Crossing her arms, Alicia retorted, "I'm not shaken up at all. And anyways, what did you lot mean when you said that Sirius Black was looking for Harry Potter?"

The boys walked into the compartment and sat down, with a twin next to me, Lee next to Alicia, and the other twin next to Angelina. Angelina gave Alicia a look that clearly said, 'Why me?'

"So," began one twin.

"Wait," said Angelina. "I think it would be easier if you told us which twin you are."

The twin next to Angelina raised his hand and said, "I'm Fred, and I'm an alcoholic." The twin sitting next to me waved at everyone and said, "I'm George. And I'm an addict." Leaning close to my ear, he whispered seductively, "Betcha can't guess what I'm addicted too.

Mmm. His voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Wait, what? This was George Weasley sending shivers down my back. Ew. I hit him on the arm. "Don't be such a pervert."

Fred rubbed his hands together and said, "Now, back to the story. Sirius Black was actually the godfather of our little Harry Potter, but Harry doesn't know that. In fact, he was James Potter's best friend!"

Gasping, Alicia put one hand over her mouth. "No way!"

Nodding seriously, Fred continued. "James trusted him with his life. And then, Sirius went and sold them out to You-Know-Who."

Shaking my head in dismay I said, "That's so awful. To be betrayed by your best mate? I can't even imagine it."

Fred nodded again and said, "Anyways, Sirius Black is looking for Harry so he can finish him off. You know, get the whole family taken care of."

Alicia looked like she was about to cry. "Poor Harry! And he doesn't even know? He's such a sweetie!"

Angelina leaned over and gave me a one armed hug. "I hope you know that I'd never do that. And I know you wouldn't. It's Alicia we've got to watch out for!"

Alicia gave a hostile, "Hey!" while Angelina and I laughed. The boys decided not to go back to their own compartment, much to the dismay of us girls. Lee brought out a pack of cards, and everyone joined in playing Exploding Snap.

George kept brushing his arm against mine, which was pissing me off. "George, will you please stop brushing up against me? It's annoying."

George turned as red as his hair and mumbled an apology. Gritting my teeth, I turned to Angelina and whispered, "Why won't they leave? They know we can't stand them." Angelina murmured back, "I guess that's why they're staying. To antagonize us."

A few minutes later, a prefect came to the door and told everyone to change into their robes. The boys went back to their compartment, and as soon as the door had shut, Angelina and Alicia screamed out, "OH MY GOSH, HE SO LIKES YOU!"

I jumped with surprise and asked, "Who?"

Angelina and Alicia simultaneously said, "George, of course!"

Blushing scarlet, I mumbled, "No he doesn't. He just likes annoying me." Alicia raised one eyebrow. "Please. Soph, he couldn't keep his eyes off of you." Shrugging the comment off, I pulled on a robe over my sweater and skirt. Could George Weasley really like me? No, he couldn't. Besides, even if he did, I didn't like him. He was rude, and he joked around too much. But, he was rather nice looking, and he really was funny…Oh, stop it, I thought to myself. You DON'T like him. But for the rest of the night, all through dinner, I couldn't get him out of my head. I barely paid attention to Dumbledore's speech, though I heard that dementors were going to be residing around school, and that we had ANOTHER new DADA teacher. As I walked upstairs, to her dormitory, I saw that my cello wasn't among her bags. I'd have to ask where it was tomorrow. I grabbed Divination for the Gifted out of my trunk and settled in to read it. When I opened it, a piece of paper fell out. Written on it was a handwritten poem.

Sophie,

Your hair.

Your eyes.

Your smile.

I wish…

That they were

Mine.

All Mine.

Love,

Someone.

It was a simple poem, but breathtakingly sweet. I was really curious now as to who wrote it. Folding the poem up, I placed it in my pillowcase.

The next morning, I woke up to see that it was pouring rain. Quickly dressing in a skirt and blouse, I pulled a robe over it them, leaving it open. My legs, toned from running, were visible, and I pulled on black slouchy ankle boots with a three inch heel. After brushing my hair, I applied makeup, finishing off with a bright red lip gloss. Looking in the mirror, I thought I looked quite badass.

As I descended the stairs to breakfast, with Divination for the Gifted in my hand, a sixth year called out to me, "'Oy, looks like someone did a little blossoming over the summer!"

Tossing my hair over my shoulder, I climbed through the portrait hole and walked downstairs to see that Alicia wasn't down for breakfast yet. Angelina and Chris were deep in conversation and I didn't want to interrupt them. I slid into an empty space and grabbed some toast and bacon. Opening my book, I became engulfed in the world of divination. When I looked up, Alicia was there, buttering a crumpet.

"Good morning, Sophie. Watcha reading?"

Marking my page, I closed the book and said, "It's a really cool book someone gave me. Look what was inside it!"

I showed her the poem that I had tucked into my pocket. Reading it slowly, she gave it back to me with a big smile. "See, Sophie? Someone likes you! Do you know who it is?"

Shrugging, I put it back in my pocket. "No clue. Have you seen that handwriting before?"

"No, never. Well, we'll find out, alright?"

"Alright." I was about to comment on how busy our schedules would be this year, when a loud BOOM came from behind me, and everything went black.

Hey hey! Well, here we are. A Harry Potter story. We all knew it was coming. Tell me what you think in a review! I need 10 reviews before I can upload the next chappie. You review, you get a shoutout. I might even shoutout your story, if you're lucky, haha. I hoped you guys liked it! The next chapter will be in George's POV. Just a heads up. ;)

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