Chapter 1: It's Good To Be Home.

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Recap:

"Ahh...I miss auror stuff, it's nice to see that my daughter is carrying on my old career." He said as he pulled her into a one armed hug. She stiffened into the unfamiliar grip, but eventually relaxed into it. This action did not go unnoticed by Sirius, but he brushed it aside, they had only just met and he didn't want to ruin it by asking personal questions already.

"Eh...I'd much rather be a Quidditch player." Ah...yes, at this point in time you are probably wondering why a girl, the age of 16, would be an auror. That question will be answered in due time my friend...due time.

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Two weeks later the father and daughter sat on a couch, lying comfortably with Shawn laying her head on Sirius' lap. It was the night before Shawn was to leave for three weeks on secret 'business', so they were getting to know each other as best as they could.

The two were taking turns questioning each other about their pasts, and of their goals, and friends, etc... This proved to be a successful plan, as now the two knew more about each other than what they had at first meet, when Sirius had escaped to Canada after fleeing Hogwarts.

"Who are you're closest friends?" Sirius asked, having already learned her favorite color, class, and professor.

"Nick Winters and Troy Andrews, they're my best friends in the entire world; I love them more than life." She said with a smile at the thought of her 'brothers'. "When did you first meet Mr. Potter?"

"Ah...that is an awesome story. It was the first day of first year, and Lucius, my cousin's future husband, was picking on James, I went to help him of course. Later though, when I went to talk to him, we blew up at each other, him saying that he didn't need help from a Black, and me saying that I wasn't like the rest of them. Needless to say that after the sorting he warmed up to me." He finished with a smile. "What team are you on?"

"Oh you don't wanna know that." She said with a blush as she sat up, shaking her hair out of her face. Sirius looked at her confused for a moment, before continuing.

"Sure I do, you're my daughter, and I missed an important part in your life. Besides, it's not like you're a Snake or something..." Her eyes widened as he said the last part, before narrowing in anger.

"Not all Snakes are evil you know! I'll have you know that at Salem, no one cares about inter-team rivalry; the only rivalry is between the Healers and Defenseman! We're all friends there! Besides, it's not like Lion's can't be treacherous as well..." She muttered the last part as she began to cool down. It wasn't like her to lose her temper at something so trivial and pointless, but nevertheless it had been lost, and with it the mood that had surrounded them.

"Hey, hey," He started soothingly pulling her into a hug. She once again tensed before relaxing into it, but this time he shook it off, "I don't care that you're a Snake, you're one of the kindest people I've ever met," He kissed her hair lightly, "I know that rivalries aren't as huge there, and I know that not all Lions are nice, I'm sorry for making you so angry." He said sincerely.

"Its fine, I'm sorry I lost my temper." She said softly.

"It's okay, now, you up for some dinner?" He asked changing the subject.

"Only if I cook it, honestly, we'd be lucky if you didn't burn the house down..." She muttered under her breath before getting up and walking towards the kitchen. She began to pull out various ingredients from the fridge and pantry before pulling out her wand.

She gave the slender piece of black wood a flick and the stove set to flames, she conjured a pan and began to mix the ingredients that were destined to make her and her father pasta.

Fifteen minutes later Shawn walked into the living room and placed the pot in the middle. She handed Sirius a plate and served the both of them pasta, and left a basket of garlic bread in the middle.

The two ate in silence for a couple minutes, obviously lost in thought, before Sirius decided to voice what he was thinking.

"What was it like, growing up in the orphanage?" He asked, as though testing the waters.

"Eh...I guess it wasn't too bad, I mean, it wasn't horrible, but it wasn't totally grand either. Besides, I was out of there by the time I was 13 anyway, so it doesn't really matter." She mumbled looking down at her pasta.

"I guess, but what about the small details? Like what's your best muggle subject? Or the friends you had? The enemies you had? Things like that."

"Um...Well, my best muggle subject was either all Algebra or Chemistry. Those are the two subjects that came easiest to me."

"Just like your mother..." Sirius mumbled.

"Excuse me?" She asked, having not heard what he just said.

"Nothing, continue..."

"Okay...I didn't have very many friends, I had one, his name was Jason, we were the best friends in the entire world, but I kind of lost contact with him when I left, I miss him a lot, but sometimes if I miss him too much, I'll send him an owl to see how he's doing. I sent him one a couple of weeks ago, he replied saying everything was fine and that he couldn't wait for the next two years to fly by so he could get out of there and go to college. As for enemies, I really didn't have any, like, I guess the older kids kind of stayed out of the younger kids' way, I don't get why, but they did, and everyone around my age really didn't care for me. I mean, we all knew each other, and were all kind of friends, but not to-die-for friends, just...acquaintances I guess you could say." She finished, completely avoiding Sirius' eyes by now.

"Oh..." He said. They sat in silence for the rest of the night.

The morning had finally arrived when Shawn would be flooing over to Salem to help with a few projects around it. Shawn awoke to the sound of her blaring alarm clock. She rolled over to the other side of her bed and found that it was 8:10. She groaned slightly but got out of bed anyway. After crashing into quite a few dressers and walls, (thus emitting a few select curse words from the teen's mouth) she made her way to her closet and pulled out her clothes for the day.

Ten minutes later Shawn walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. She had a Quidditch jersey on, the name Black strewn across the back, above a large number '66'. The jersey was yellow, and the lettering in black, on the front corner laid the initials 'NJQ' standing for National JR Quidditch, and on the front lay a stitching of two beater bats crossing over a bludger. She was ringing out her long black hair as she sat at the counter. She pulled out a muffin and began to pick at it while she waited for her father to come down.

After about 5 minutes, her muffin was done and she was sufficiently bored. She pulled out an issue of Modern Drummer. After about 10 minutes her father came bounding down the stairs with supposed 'brilliant news'.

"Remus is coming to see you off!" He said with a grin as he sat down beside her. She sighed and put down the magazine, only sparing him a skeptical look as he began to devour his own muffin.

"Why? I've never really met the guy to be honest." That was a lie, she had met him twice, once when she needed to interrogate him with regards to her father after he had escaped Azkaban, and again after she had deduced that he was indeed innocent.

"Sure you have! Mind you the last time was when you were 3." He said with a sigh.

"Eh...whatever. What time's he coming?" She asked with a bored tone, once again picking up her magazine. She pretended to be intrigued with an article on Dave Grohl, drummer of Nirvana, as she listened to Sirius rant on about his times at Hogwarts. When she heard the name Wormtail she looked up at him with a quizzical look.

"I asked you what time he was coming...how did we end up talking about Marauder adventures?" She asked wide-eyed at her father's randomness.

"If you had been paying attention to me, instead of reading the magazine, maybe you'd know..." Sirius said knowingly as he snatched the magazine from her, purposefully ignoring her adamant protests.

"Modern Drummer huh? I remember this magazine. You could find them everywhere in James' flat, he was actually a pretty good drummer." He said, his eyes shining with past memories. (AN: Can I get anymore cheesy?)

"I bet." She said shortly before snatching the magazine back and tossing it off to the side.

"Oi! I live here to you know, pick that up, I'm not living in a pig sty!" She raised an eyebrow at him but nevertheless bent down to pick it up.

"That's better. Anyway, like I was saying earlier, Remus is coming at 9:30. So he'll be here for about 2 and a half hours before you've gotta...Uh, what is it you cool, hip, young Americans say? Jet?" He asked with a grin as Shawn's eyes widened considerably.

"Never say that...again." She nodded at him to make sure he understood before getting up.

"Well, we've got half an hour to hang before he comes...what'd you wanna do?" She asked, sighing at the long over-used phrase.

Ten minutes later, one would find the family of two upstairs in Shawn's room packing. The two were conversing quietly as they loaded tee-shirts, jeans, shorts, and other items into her suitcase.

"I can't believe you forgot to pack." Sirius said for what must've been the 10th time.

"Be quiet, like you've never done this before." She challenged back, her eyebrow raised in a defying demeanor.

"So what if I--What's this?" He asked raising up a hockey stick.

"A hockey stick..."

"You play that violent muggle sport?" He asked incredulously.

"This is coming from an ex-beater..." She muttered. She put the shirt that she had been folding away and snatched the stick from his grasp. She shoved it into her suitcase and continued to fold her clothing.

"What position do you play?" He asked 5 minutes later, the silence having bothered him so much.

"Goalie." She smirked, not looking up from the suitcase.

"So you play beater and goalie? I find that odd, when you're a beater, you're angry, and wanna smash people, why not do that in hockey too? Why not play keeper in Quidditch? Or some other violent position in hockey?" He asked putting down what he was holding to get a good look at her face.

"Well, I have a knack for catching and hitting small objects, for example. I can hit a bludger at the tiniest target, or catch a tiny golf ball, which is why I would've been a seeker, but we already had one, but I cannot hit or stop something huge...Like, I could probably miss the broadside of a semi if I tried to hit it...or I can't catch a quaffle for my life. Don't ask me why, because I have no idea...It makes no sense to anybody, but eh...that's the way life works." She said with a grin before closing the suitcase on her broomstick. It was a brand new Canadian Lightning Striker, flown by the Flyers and the Eagles, Canadian's International Quidditch teams.

'BANG!'

Shawn's head snapped up, her wand appearing in her hand instantaneously.

"What was that?" She asked her eyes seeking out anything abnormal in the room.

"That would be Remus..." He said before bounding down the steps. Shawn was left sighing with relief as she slipped her wand back into her holster. She shook off the paranoia and snuck down the stairs, trying to remain hidden. She saw her father and Remus talking and sharing a brotherly hug in the living room as she slinked into the kitchen unnoticed.

"Shawn?" Sirius called out, leaning his head into the stairwell, as though she was upstairs.

"In here." She said quietly.

A moment later Sirius and Remus shuffled into the kitchen. Remus stopped short in the doorway, staring at Shawn in awe.

"Wow...you look more like your mother each and everyday Shawn." He said walking up to her. Shawn looked a bit uneasily around the corner, trying to figure out what to say.

"So do we hug? Shake hands? Er...high-five?" He asked, looking equally confused and uneasy.

"Um...Shake hands?" It was more of a question than a statement as her eyebrow rose.

A hurt look flashed across Remus' face, which Shawn chose to ignore, before he stuck out his hand. Shawn mimicked his actions and the two shook hands uncomfortably, recoiling almost instantaneously.

"So...how have you been?" He asked looking everywhere except for Shawn's steely gray eyes.

"Good, you?" She asked, trying to make eye-contact, blatantly ignoring the awkward air in the room.

"Good."

"Did you know that Shawn plays hockey?" Sirius asked incredulously, trying to lighten the conversation.

"I assume for one of Salem's teams?" He asked with a raised eye-brow, slowly becoming more comfortable.

"Yep, starting goalie for the Salem Snakes." She said with a grin.

"A snake hmm? Interesting." Remus smiled weakly.

"I guess." Shawn shrugged as the room once again lapsed into an awkward silence.

"How'd you get an authentic Canadian Flyers jersey? Signed by the whole team?" Remus asked in awe, having gotten tired of the tension in the room.

"I've been playing with them for the past four years." She grinned, if anything could get her talking it was Quidditch.

"Really? Beater I assume?" He asked looking at the beater symbol on the front of her shirt.

"Yep."

"So what's it like? Wielding the bats and bludgers amongst what is said to be the world's greatest beater under 17? The Battering Ram?" He asked with a look of excitement on his face.

"I am The Battering Ram Mr. Lupin." She said with a smirk at his jaw-dropped face.

"No way!!" He asked with excitement.

"Yes way." She smirked proudly.

"Bloody Hell. You're insane! I've never seen you guys live, but I remember listening to you break Krum's nose! Last year in his final year playing JR Quidditch! And that time you took out all three of Ireland's chasers! Wow...who knew that one day, my surrogate niece would grow up to be one of the world's best beaters. You're said to be able to match Anderson and O'Conner, and even Shaylers to boot! And Shaylers is one of the best, if not the best!" He finished in one breath.

Shawn grinned slightly, "I've met Shaylers once or twice, he's a good man, wicked sense of humor, beat him in an arm wrestling contest I did."

"Wow! You beat James Shaylers in an arm wrestling match?!"

"Does anyone want to tell me what's going on?" Sirius asked looking extremely bored from his spot at the kitchen counter.

"Shawn here, known as The Battering Ram amongst the world, is a beater for the Canadian Flyers, Canada's Jr. National Team. They've won the Jr. Cup the last 3 years running, all the time that Shawn's been starting. She's been known as one of the best. America and Canada are fighting over her non-stop, and she has to decide who she'll join, since this past year was her last with the Flyers." Remus said with a look of pride at the thought of his 'niece'.

"Really? That's awesome!" Sirius said enthusiastically, though Shawn couldn't shake off the feeling that it was fake.

"Oh it's really nothing." Shawn blushed. She had never been one to handle modesty, which made her an 'innocent little angel' with a dark side, to the press.

"Are you joking me? You're one of the best beaters in the world." Remus said, still incredibly wide-eyed.

"Remus, leave the girl alone, goodness, can't you see she's embarrassed." Remus took a look at Shawn's bright red face and apologized quietly.

"So...what're we gonna do?" Shawn asked quietly after the hype had died down.

"Well, we have about 2 hours 'till you have to go..." Sirius said with a thoughtful look on his face.

"We can just like...hang out and talk, maybe watch some TV or something?" Shawn asked with a raised eyebrow. Sirius and Remus shared a look before nodding slightly as the trio made their way into the living room.

Two hours later Shawn was standing in front of the Black fireplace, her trunk in her left hand and a handful of floo powder in the other. Remus and Sirius were standing before her, both sharing brief hugs and words of wisdom before she was to departure.

"Stay safe, and out of trouble." Remus said into her ear as they pulled out from a hug. The two had gotten closer in the last two hours and soon it was as if 13 years hadn't passed since their last encounter as 'Uncle' and 'niece.'

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Sirius said as he pulled her into a loving embrace that every father had with his daughter at certain moments in their lives. Shawn sighed contentedly into the embrace, hoping that this would not be the last time she ever felt this safe.

"Don't you mean 'don't do anything you would?" Remus asked with a mischievous smirk.

"What he said." Sirius smiled as he aloud his daughter to proceed into the fireplace.

"See you two in a couple of weeks. Remus I should be back in time by the full moon, so we should all go out for a 'Marauder excursion' if you will." She said with a smirk that easily belonged to her father.

"We'll see." Remus murmured, shaking his head and muttering about 'crazy Blacks' and 'I thought her mother was bad enough' and 'a child of hers and Sirius' god help us...'

With one last look at her father Shawn threw the floo powder into the fire place and screamed out clearly:

"Salem's School of Talented Witches and Wizards; Headmistress' Office!" And with that Shawn disappeared in a flurry of emerald green flames.

"Well that was a mouthful..." Sirius muttered shaking his head. Remus laughed slightly as the two of them sat down on the couch and started to talk about old times.

"'Bout time you got here." Was the first thing she heard as she stumbled out of the fireplace and onto the ground. She shook off the ashes and sat up, taking in her surroundings. She was in the headmistress' office at Salem, an office she had been in many times, mind you. The room was painted in a dark blue and bronze and had an air of familiarity to it that immediately gave Shawn a feeling of security. Directly in front of the entrance door was a desk, it was clean, and had writing utensils on the left and a neat stack of parchment on the right. On the balcony overlooking the room as a trail of steps leading to the bottom floor, were pictures of countless witches and wizards that had headed the school before the current inhibitor. The windows were draped in bronze velvet with dark blue ties and the large chintz armchairs were dark blue with intricate bronze embroidery. 'Yes' Shawn decided, 'I'm finally home.'

"So...Shawn, are you going to get up, or is the floor just so comfy." The same voice from earlier said from above her. She was just about to answer when two pairs of arms wrapped firmly around her shoulders and lifted her up effortlessly. Instantly a pair turned her around and she was met with startlingly bright blue eyes.

"Long time no see Shawny K." The owner of the bright blue eyes said with a grin.

"I could say the same thing Flag." She said matching his grin. He pulled her into a tight embrace and she wrapped her arms around his middle. His strong arms made her feel loved and cared for, like she knew she was when she was around her two best friends.

"Oi, Kenny, you've had her long enough, it's my turn." The other pair of arms said before turning her around to meet their face. Shawn's gray eyes met dark and haunted blue ones as she took the initiative to pull him into a hug.

"Hey! Only Shawn can call me Kenny, to anyone else it's Flag or Nick." Nick said with flaring eyes.

"Sorry dude." The other boy said as he looked down at Shawn. Actually, he looked into her mop of black hair, seeing as how Shawn's 5'11" frame was only an inch shy of his.

"I missed you Troy." She said into his chest. He chuckled slightly before pulling away from her to get a good look. He looked her up and down, though not in a way hyenas would when eyeing a piece of meat. Shawn smiled slightly, she knew Troy would never look at her like that; he was just looking to make sure that every detail about her was just like he remembered.

"You too Shawny." He smiled slightly, "You look different, and the hair looks good." He said referring to her newly cut side bangs.

"I knew that was it!" Nick piped up from her side. She smiled to the both of them.

"Well, drifting away from the topic of changes, do either of you know why we're here?" She asked her eyebrow once again rose questioningly.

"Nah, Madame J. said she would tell us in a bit, she said she wanted us to catch up first." Troy answered as he led the trio to the couch underneath a window.

"Cool, so how were your summers then? Or at least what's started of it." Shawn asked the both of them as they sat on either side of her.

"Eh, not much, me and my dad went up to LA to go sight seeing or whatever, he said it would be a good bonding experience, whatever the hell that is." Troy said with a grin. Shawn looked at him slightly, he had lost his mother three years ago, to a battle with dragon pox, needless to say they weren't able to catch it in time, and she perished quickly. That was another thing that brought her and Troy so close, the both of them had lost their mothers, and while Shawn hadn't had a father up until recently, they could both still relate to the loss of a parent.

"Same with me, except me and the rents went down to Texas...why, I do not know." Nick said a glazed look in his eye as he remembered the past few weeks.

"But that's enough about ours. How was yours? I mean your dad was just proved innocent! You finally got him back after 13 years of not seeing him!" Troy said excitedly as both he and Nick looked at her eagerly.

"Technically he's still guilty in England...Which makes no sense, you'd think they would trust an auror...but noooooo...they had to be stupid and rely on Fudge." She said with a huff.

"Well the important thing is that the people 'round here know the truth...So how was it?" Nick replied, still looking eager.

"It was weird...I mean, I went through the majority of my life without a parent, and all of a sudden, wham! There's one ready and willing...it was odd, but still enjoyable. We got to know each other better, and Remus even came over this morning." Nick and Troy both nodded, satisfied before the three of them engaged in conversation over music.

Thirty minutes later a brisk woman walked into the room to find three above-average height teenagers lounging in her office, she smiled as she heard the parts of their conversations.

"So you really think he committed suicide?" Shawn asked Nick wide-eyed.

"Well, most signs pointed to it..." Nick said looking at Troy uncomfortably; Troy just shook his head, signaling that he was on his own.

"All signs pointed to the fact that my father was guilty...but he was innocent wasn't he?" She asked menacingly with a glare that could rival any mother.

"Well, yes...but, see--"

"--But nothing Nicolas Winters! There are so many things that say he was murdered! I don't understand why Minister Joneston won't try and find out." She pouted slightly towards the end.

"Have you asked him?" Troy asked.

"Yes, he said he didn't want to meddle into muggle affairs. I mean, for all we know, he could be a wizard. I was looking at my family tree not to long ago and there's a Cobain line that branches off my mother's family, one of them was my mothers' sister...but then again, who knows how common a name like Cobain could be. Besides, my mother's blood has been tainted with Squibs somewhere along the way, so they could very well be muggle." She finished in a huff.

"Tainted eh? You sure those Malfoy's aren't rubbing off on ya? Or is it just your snake side?" Troy asked with a raised eyebrow. She laughed at him and it was at this moment that Madame Johanson decided to make herself known.

"Ah, my dearies, it is lovely to see you again." The brisk woman that was Madame Johanson said cheerfully. She was of about average height and average weight, with graying black hair and hazel eyes that always held a mysterious twinkle in them. She was the inhibitor of the room they were currently in and Headmistress of Salem School of Talented Witches and Wizards.

"Good to see you to Madame J." Shawn said with a cheeky grin. The older woman sent her a scolding look before shaking her head and conjuring up a chair in front of them. She sat down and took a breath, ready to explain their reasons for being here.

"Well, I hope you all have had a good summer, and I'm sorry to pull you from your families so soon, but it appears as though Salem is in dire need of re-warding." She said holding her breath slightly.

"So why do you need us? I mean, why not get professional re-warders?" Troy asked confusion evident on his face.

"Because, for wards, you need someone who is attached to the place you are warding, and since you three are the only students who have any prior experience in warding--"

"--We've had two years with a warding specialist, I highly doubt that counts as prior experience." Nick interrupted.

"Ah, but you three are the only accelerated students at Salem that have had the training. The only other ones are just starting this year." She said still looking at them.

"Will we have help? I mean, surely we cannot be relied upon to re-ward this entire castle in just two weeks." Shawn asked skeptically.

"Ah, we have some of the finest Gringotts curse-breakers and warders coming to help us. Now if that is all, I can lead you to your rooms, and we will begin tomorrow." Their mentor said without so much as asking their opinions. The trio shared a look before nodding slightly and getting up. The headmistress led them out of the room and down spiral steps. As they walked out of the doors Shawn was met with the comforting sights of the corridors that had become so dear to her over the past few years. They were eerie, but calm, torches hanging, un-lit, on the walls as light poured in from the open windows. She reveled in the feeling of being home again. Madame Johanson led them up several staircases before they were in a hallway that Shawn knew too well.

"Wait! It's the Come-and-go-room! I needa see my drums!" Shawn shouted as a door appeared in the hall. She wrenched it open, and inside was a black and gray drum kit, just waiting to be played. She grinned and ran up to the stool, sitting on it lightly as she stroked the symbols and snares. It was a large set; it had two basses, 7 symbols, 2 hi-hats, 3 toms, and 2 snares. She pulled out her favorite drum sticks and immediately launched into Nirvanas "Come as You Are." The other three watched in fascination as the normally quiet girl (unless she was with her friends) went wild behind a drum set, and clapped as she finished.

"Nice job." Troy congratulated her as she finished.

"Thanks, it's so good to be back on a stool." She said with a dreamy look on her face.

"I bet."

"It's like being at home for real once again..." She said as she got up. She pocketed her drumsticks and the four proceeded out of the room. A minute later they came to a halt in front of a portrait.

"You three will be staying in the lion's den for the next two weeks." This immediately raised complaints from Shawn and Troy as they were Snakes and Eagles respectively.

"Why can't we stay in the Snakes burrow?"

"Or the Eagles Nest?"

"Because, this was the only place we could find suitable. Seeing as how we have not been able to take out a certain swamp left in the burrow." She said, sending Shawn a long, hard glare.

"Don't look at me." She said holding her hands up in surrender.

"I'm sure it wasn't you Shawn." Though her look betrayed her words.

"Tournament." She said to the portrait of a woman in tears. The distraught picture sent one look at the four of them and burst into tears while opening the door.

"You have to deal with that?" Troy asked wide-eyed.

"That's nothing...You should see the basilisk portrait down at the burrow. Jeez, that thing is scary as hell. Rumor has it that if you look it in the eyes, you'll get knocked out for a week." Shawn said in a mystical voice.

"Why hasn't anyone tried it?" Nick asked curiously.

"Because its eyes don't open very often...Supposedly only when one of its own 'eggs' has been killed." Shawn wrinkled her nose slightly before looking around. The room was nothing compared to the Snake dorms, but it would do. It had a staircase that split down the middle, which she assumed led to the dorms. The room itself was decked out in gold and scarlet, banners were hanging on the walls, and many armchairs and tables littered the floor.

"It's cozy; it beats the nest by a long shot, that's for sure." Troy said admiringly.

"Well, the nest is for eagles. Everyone knows Snakes live the best and most luxurious life-styles." Shawn smirked, but Nick and Troy knew that after 10 years in an orphanage, she was not un-grateful.

"Well, I'll leave you three to get settled in. If you want to go play Quidditch or something, go right ahead. And dinner will be in the Mess Hall at 8:00 PM if you'd like."

The trio nodded and went up to the dorms to place their stuff away. Shawn went up the staircase and to the right and found a room that said 'Shawn Black' on it. Nodding slightly she opened the door and was greeted by a lovely site. Inside was a king-size bed with an emerald canopy, the window over to the side had silver hangings and the wardrobe and drawers were made of ebony. The room reminded her of the Snake burrow and she sighed a content sigh. 'Yes.' She concluded once again, 'It's good to be home.'

AN: Well, that's chapter 1. Hope you guys liked it. Ummm...Not much to say thanks for the one person who reviewed and to everyone else that rated. I'm sorry I didn't update for so long, but I won't make any promises as to when the next one will be out. Please review, flames are accepted. I promise more will be revealed in later chapters!!! And sorry for any mistakes as well, my beta won't be back till about mid-August, so please bear with me till then!

AN: I realize that this story will be a bit confusing for the first bit, but I promise things will explain themselves in time. And if not, then just ask questions about stuff you don't get or that confuses you and I'll answer to the best of my ability without giving too much away!

Shawn

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