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Sooo. We liked that did we? Cool, it was a lot of fun to write. Let's have some more shall we.
Just to let you know, by the way, that I'll be taking some liberties with the ages of quite a few people in this story such as the Black sisters who we are about to meet. Here Narcissa is in fifth year with Harriet/Dorothy, Andromeda sixth year and Bellatrix seventh.
Do try not to get all bent out of shape about it and just enjoy the resulting mayhem.
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I'm not JKR and I don't make any money from this. Which is a bit of a shame.
DtR xx.
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A Tale of Two Lillies.
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2. I'll Get You My Pretty.
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On her journey to the dungeon domain of the snakes Harriet was quite surprised to find that she had gathered quite a little company of interested people hanging back to check her out. Obviously, given her clear insanity which was amply exhibited by her clothing choices and her extremely odd behaviour at the sorting feast, they were doing so from a safe distance. There was some annoying sniggering going on from Snivellous (she was really going to have to try and remember not to call him that) next to her and a fair amount of girlish giggling from just out of her sight which lasted all the way to her new House lodgings but stopped the second that she entered.
Harriet remembered the common room from her and Ron's polyjuice foray into the snake pit in their second year and wasn't really very intereseted in taking another look right now. So she decided to forego the 'what happens in Slytherin stays in Slytherin' speech (which she knew thanks to the very accomodating Daphne Greengrass) in favour of heading straight up to bed so that she could put this mental day firmly in the rear view mirror. Harriet stomped off up the stairs to the girls dorms after a brief altercation with a six foot tall prefect who very sensibly got the hell out of the way when she growled 'move' at him.
She banged violently on each of the doors as she passed them without looking at the name plates, knowing that the one that was her room would automatically open for her. Once again this information had come courtesy of the lovely Miss Greengrass who became quite chatty after being given multiple orgasms in the prefects bathroom one evening. Being a parseltongue with time on her hands and a rather loose sense of sexual morality had made her very popular among a certain set of pure blooded Slytherin girls back in her old time-line.
The bedroom that she finally crashed through the door of was actually quite nice. Harriet thought that all the different shades of green were really very restful which was just what she needed now. But no matter how inviting those two queen sized beds looked, however, it was the sight of her reflection in the tall mirror in the corner that grabbed and held her attention.
She tore off the green trimmed, school outer robe, dropping it where she stood and moved to stand directly in front of the long looking glass fascinated by the image that stared back. An image that was in perfect focus despite the fact that she wasn't wearing any glasses. Okay the dress was still just as horrible as she had imagined it would be but otherwise she was shocked at just how damn good she looked.
For a start the hated scar was gone and for another her hair actually seemed to be behaving itself for once. Hermione's mane may have been (would be?) a bit bushy and un-tamed but hers had always just been a black tangled mess. Not now though. Not today. She brought her hands up and ran them through the glossy raven curls, gave them a quick, vigorous ruffle and then let them drop where they fell into perfect order again.
She squealed excitedly and starting bouncing around grinning widely, her eyes never once leaving her reflection. I mean she knew that as Harriet Potter she wasn't exactly hideous before but without the big, clunky glasses and that awful bloody lightning bolt scar Dorothy Liliceae was a positive fox. Morgana's saggy tits she was going to get sooo much pussy.
"Woof!"
No pussy.
"Woof!"
Her good mood evaporated instantly as she spied the vibrating trunk marked 'Dorothy' in large, rainbow coloured letters sitting at the end of one of the beds from which was issuing the muffled barking. Oh that bony bastard was just taking the piss now. Knowing exactly what she would find when she opened the trunk Harriet looked up at the ceiling (and beyond) with narrowed eyes and hisssed out.
"I fucking hate you so much right now, you know that don't you?"
As much as she didn't want to, Harriet had to admit that the little dog that leapt into her arms as she eased the lid up was very cute and adorable. It was some kind of black terrier that she immediately recognised from that hateful fucking movie. It was also a very thirsty looking black terrier. Like it or not she was going to at least have to look after the poor little thing so flipped him onto his back and tickled his belly, smiling a bit at his panting reaction, while she carried him into the bathroom to look for some water.
Having retrieved her abandoned robe and while the admittedly sweet dog was lapping up its water from a re-purposed soap dish the former 'girl-who-lived' took the opportunity to inspect his collar. It was a very pretty collar. Harriet turned it round so that she could see the silver name tag. She wasn't in the least surprised at the name on it as she read it out loud.
"I'm Toto. Press the bone to ask me how." She sighed heavily. "I just know that I'm going to regret this."
She pressed down on the little siver bone.
Who summons the Grim Reaper? Down on your face mortal in the presence of your do ...
"Oh. Hi Harriet."
"What the actual fuck Susan, you scared the shit out of me."
Susan Death took her chastisement along with a good few light slaps about the shoulder with good grace and an abashed look on her face. Apparently she had gotten rather too good with 'the voice' and she would be the first to admit that it, along with the cloak and the bloody great scythe, did it make her appear a bit ... grim. Still she was ever so happy to be called by here Harriet, the girl she was tentatively starting to call her friend. She didn't have many normal friends. Or any in fact. Not that Harriet was particularly normal. She was getting side tracked, she should say something.
"Sorry about that, I was covering for grandad while he was out getting a curry."
It said a lot about how 'not normal' Harriet was that she seemed to accept this odd explanation of her behaviour without hesitaion or demur.
"Did you find your wand okay?"
"Oh yes. It was in the apron of my dress."
Susan had the good manners to look a bit abashed at this. She knew that Harriet wasn't really a dress wearing kind of a girl and just hoped that the fact she had filled her trunk with some of her old favourite clothes that wouldn't look too out of place here (and some fabulous new ones) would be enough to keep the girl on side.
"Yeah sorry about that, I think it might have been grandad's attempt at a joke but he doesn't really 'get' humour. Unfortunately that doesn't put him off trying."
"Hmmm. Talking about your grandad could you do me a really big favour and shit in his curry for me."
Susan chuckled sympathetically.
"The Wizard of Oz references are wearing a bit thin are they?"
"Thin? They're fucking see through." Harriet thought a bit and cuddled Toto to her tightly. "I do like the dog though ... " She was geting all shy again in front of Susan 'the body' Death. " ... and it was very nice of you to fix my eyes and get rid of that horrid bloody scar."
"Well considering that you're supposed to be attempting a seduction here we thought you could use a few advantages, hence the corrected eyesight and the extra cup size ... or two."
Wait. What? How had she not noticed that. Stupid bloody dress. Harriet was now so intent on 'weighing and measuring' her new tits and giving herself a good old feel up in the process that she entirely missed what Susan was saying about not letting her run around with one of Voldie's horcruxes in her head. She did notice when the fabulously stacked young woman gave her a big snuggly hug and popped off back to Death land with a cheery 'toodles' though.
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When she walked back to the bedroom she found that it was now occupied.
Oh my giddy fucking arse she was sharing a room with Narcissa fucking Malfoy. Although at the moment of course it was still Narcissa Black. She was made more aware of this because of the two other girls in the room with them. Andromeda Black and most upsettingly Bellatrix Black. Fucking hell. Harriet Potter was in a small room with the intense, creepy girl who would later become the crazed, lunatic monster that had ... or would ... kill her. God she had only been a time traveller for half a day and she already hated it.
Her thoughts on time travel and it's bloody awfulness were rudely interrupted by a tremendously loud 'squee' and she was taken rather aback to be confronted with a pretty blonde with baby blue eyes getting right up in her face. The girl's excitement and enthusiasm were palpable.
"Hi I'm Narcissa Black and I just know that we're going to be the best of friends."
Yeah she really couldn't see it but apparently the blonde was made of stern stuff and was making an impressive attempt to convince her of their new and intimate bond. The now bug eyed Harriet was having rather a hard time trying to reconcile this expressive, bubbly, bouncy blonde teenager with the stone cold, icy bitch that was Draco Malfoy's awful mother. She had barely heard that nasty cow speak more than two words, neither of which were exactly complimentary, but it seemed that her younger self was cursed with boundess optimism and an extremely bad case of verbal diarrhoea.
"You must call me Cissy and I shall call you Dottie."
The other girl totally ignored her 'please don't' comment and immediately began to prattle on about all the super fun things that they were going to do together as the bestest of best friends. After what felt like an hour and a half of this Harriet could feel her eyes lose focus and start to glaze over when, just to make matters worse, Toto poked his head out of her loose robes and gave a sharp little yip.
"Is that a dog?"
Andromeda and Bellatrix spoke together, the one in awe and wonder and the other in suspicion and not a little jealousy. Their blonde younger sister and her brand spanking new BFF and room-mate, however, could not contain her excitement for even a second and had crossed the remaining tiny space between them in a heartbeat, pulling the disgustingly happy little terrier from Harriet's arms and into her own.
"Oh Dottie he's such a cutie." She held the ecsatically tail wagging terrier up mere inches from her face. "Oh yes you are, oh yes you are."
"What's his name?"
Bellatrix almost missed it, so hidden away in the new girl's low mutterings as it was, but right at the very edge of her hearing she just caught it. She didn't fucking believe it mind you and felt the need to clarify the furry black rat's moniker.
"I'm sorry what?"
"Toto."
She held the grumpy and embarrassed, but still insanely hot younger girl in one of her 'special' glares for just too long to be entirely comfortable before remarking.
"You're a very strange girl."
As there were no arguments forthcoming from the mysterious Miss Liliceae to contradict this obvious fact the elder Black sisters decided to retire for the evening. That they chose to do so together in Narcissa's bed seemed to surprise no-one except Harriet who was left wondering where Narcissa was going to sleep. Her answer came quickly ... and inevitably as with a practised movement her blonde room-mate dropped her clothes, stepped nimbly out of them and climbed into Harriet's bed.
Narcissa Black folded her arms across her completely naked (and completely fantastic) breasts and gave her stern look. Toto looked on from the end of her bed with his tongue out and what appeared to be a big grin on his face. She was sure that bloody dog was laughing at her.
"Come on, spit spot, clothes off it's bed time."
Red faced she struggled out of her terrible dress to reveal some rather racy Janet Reger lingerie (obviously Susan's gift to her) underneath it and then bent to remove her boots. This action prompted small cries of 'woah' and 'oh bravo' from the other bed which Harriet pointedly ignored before managing to get herself upright again to face a now broadly smiling Narcissa. A smile which now morphed into a slightly dirty looking leer as she raised an eyebrow and flicked her finger indicating the skimpy attire that protected what small amount was left of her modesty.
"The underwear too, you don't want to get sores from your bra now strap do you?"
Harriet was suddenly very aware of the three pairs of eye rivetted on her as the Black sisters licked their respective lips in anticipation. This was so fucking embarrassing. Well, nothing else for it now. Gryffindors forward she thought and closed her eyes to block out the sight of the staring, leering witches as the last vestiges of her clothing hit the floor ... along with her dignity.
"Well come along then Dottie, I'm not going to bite."
There was a pause and Harriet just knew what was coming next. She really hoped she was wrong but frankly she had never been that lucky and sure enough just as she slipped between the sheets and into the tight, warm embrace of Narcissa Black she heard a breathy whisper in her ear.
"Unless you want me to of course."
She felt a delicate but mischievous little wandering hand give her arse a damn good squeeze and tried very hard not to respond by soaking the sheets with her sudden arousal. Yeah it was official. She was in Hell. Or possibly Heaven. It was bit difficult to tell at the moment what with being all cross eyed and that.
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On Sunday September second 1974 Slytherin House was roused and rounded up in order to take their first breakfast of the year together and a still yawning Harriet found herself trying not to fall back to sleep in her porridge. It didn't take long for her to wake up, however, as soon as her neighbours started in on her.
There had been a good many surreal moments for Harriet Potter in the last twenty four hours; Getting killed, meeting Death, being told that she should never have existed, going back in time, seeing her mum for the first time and then realising that she actually fancied her, being given a dog by Death, sharing a bed and then a morning bath with Narcissa Malfoy. There were many to choose from but this, Harriet decided, was probably the most surreal. An impressive accomplishment considering the list she had just reeled off in her head.
She was hemmed in and surrounded by the feared Black sisters who all seemed quite intent on playing with their entertaining new toy even at the breakfast table.
Bellatrix and Andromeda were on either side of her while their younger sister sat opposite her with a beautific smile gracing her face, chattering on about all the fun things around the castle that they were going to show her today. Half way through Narcissa's monologue Harriet heard the tell-tale clattering of an expensive, heeled shoe hitting the flag stones and she shook her head slightly as her shoulders dropped. She could guess what was coming next.
The excitedly chattering blonde witch across the table nudged her ankles apart, allowing access to the small, stockinged foot that came snaking up under the table and as a playful pinkie scraped up her booted shin Harriet let out a ragged breath. She tried desperately to focus on something else, anything else, to take her mind off the fact that 'Cissy' was sat here playing footsie with her and found her deliverance in the small, fluffy furball that was her new dog.
Toto was clearly having an absolute blast this morning, chasing the post owls up and down the table and leaving destruction in his wake. Strangely his trail of devastation was evoking nothing more than a few grunts of mild dis-pleasure from the boys and some extremely un-Slytherin squeals of delight from the girls. Even the professors seemed unconcerned by his presence and behaviour, the little terrier's antics making more of them smile than frown and Dumbledore was actually laughing. Which was rather strange bearing in mind that she wasn't even supposed to have a dog here as she seemed to remember that it definitely wasn't on the list of approved pets.
She shrugged and guessed it must be some more jiggery pokery from Susan and her grandad. Unfortunately this movement along with the association of the words 'jig' and 'poke' brought Harriet's attention right back to the fact that her 'bestest new BFF' Cissy had her toes tracking up the inside of her thigh now and was wiggling them furiously.
Holy fucking crap on a cracker.
Harriet had decided to give up and let it happen and she was just starting to enjoy it when the foot was suddenly withdrawn leaving her high and dry and causing her to pout so adorably that all of her tormentors 'awwwed' at her. Teasing fucking bitches.
"I fucking hate you all."
Her only reply was the delighted laughter of three very amused girls as they continued to tease their 'poor little Dottie' to distraction over the breakfast delicacies.
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Lily was at her usual seat at the Ravenclaw table not eating her breakfast. All she seemed to be capable of this morning was staring at the new girl at he Slytherin table. She just couldn't help herself. There was something about this Dorothy Girl that drew her in like a moth to the flame. And she wasn't the only one she thought as she watched the Black sisters lavishing their strange attentions on the gorgeous little Slytherin witch.
Lily Evans snorted and sprayed pumpkin juice all over her pancakes as she saw Dorothy Liliceae give her a pleading look and mouthed the words 'help me' at her across the hall.
It was true that the girl had come off as more than a touch stroppy and mentally challenged at the sorting feast last night and the clothes she was wearing when she arrived yesterday definitely hadn't helped with that. This morning, however, she was looking a lot more relaxed and a lot more fun. Better dressed too.
The saucy red boots looked to be a permanent feature (oh no what a shame that was) but the godawful pinafore dress had been replaced by a faded yellow Hollyhead Harpies sweater that had been lengthened just enough so that it reached down to the middle of her thighs. With her loosely curled raven hair out of those unflattering braids and now flowing over her shoulders the girl made for an absolutely panty dampening sight.
She had never really considered herself much of a 'witches witch' before last night (there had been a few experimental fumblings) but there was something about this girl that was doing some very odd things to her. You know ... down there. Maybe it was her 'don't give a fuck' attitude or her adorably cute, short stature. Or maybe it was the way those incredible tits of hers seemed to strain the fabric of her dress so that they looked as if they would burst from their textile prison at any moment.
Yeah probably that one.
No. Not that one. God what was she thinking? She was doing something that she had sworn she would never do. She was letting her hormones and her raging libido over-ride her brains. Just think about this for a minute Lily, do what you do best and really think about it. She knew what to do. Digging around in her always present book bag Lily pulled out parchment and ink and began to make a list.
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The Lily Evans 'Do I ask out Dorothy Liliceae' List.
Pros;
Unbelievably gorgeous.
Smile that can light up the room.
Very cute dog.
Very cute arse.
Magnificent tits.
Cons;
Has a temper.
May not be very bright.
Clearly insane.
Will very likely end up being shagged by one or all of the Black sisters.
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Lily Evans looked at the last item and felt nauseous. Oh fucking hell she was jealous.
"You know Lily dear, the harder you fight it the worse it will be."
"Thanks Pan'. Really needed to hear that right now."
"That's alright sweetie it's what I'm here for." Pandora beamed at her best friend. "Look, why don't you just try being her friend first Lils. You always got on well with Cissy Black didn't you?"
"Yeah."
"So go over there, introduce yourself and talk to the poor girl rather than just either glowering at her or mooning over her."
"I do not moon over her." Seeing the frank dis-belief on Pandora's face she relented. "Okay so I may moon over her a bit but that doesn't necessarilly mean that I want to shag her." Another long pause followed. "Okay so I may want to shag her but ... "
Lily was prevented from embarrassing herself any further by her friend putting a finger to her lips and engaging what Lily called her resolve face before gesturing with her head in the direction of the Slytherin table. It said something pretty bloody damning about where her head was at when Pandora Scamander was the voice of reason in their weird little relationship. Girding her loins Lily rose with eyes closed and took a few deep breaths before heading across the great hall. Which meant that she didn't see the blonde next to her swipe that rather incriminating list that she had just been working on and pocket it with a devious smile.
Almost inevitably by the time she had finally managed to gather her courage enough to go over there Dorothy had already left the Slytherin table for a tour of the castle in the company of the Black sisters. Bugger. Oh well perhaps Lily could catch her and Narcissa at dinner tonight and hopefully without her scary older sisters hanging around.
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Bellatrix Black wasn't often surprised by people but Dorothy Liliceae was proving to be an exception.
Instead of flapping about and then running a mile at being subjected to the dubious honour of beng the unofficial plaything of the terrifying Black sisters she had actually seemed to enjoy the attention. Admitedly there had been some initial wariness on the girl's part, especially with her for some reason, but soon she was giving as good as she got with all the (mostly) good natured teasing. It was as if she didn't give a damn about their reputation. All three of them were well known seducers of witches and she couldn't believe that the girl didn't know that. She just didn't seem to care.
They were purebloods from a powerful, ancient and aristocratic family and had no illusions about being allowed to marry for love. They would be used to strengthen ties with another house at best and auctioned off to the highest bidder at worst, but in either case they were expected to be 'pure' at the time of their wedding. This didn't mean that they couldn't have a little fun of the female variety first though. As long as they were careful and their hymen remained intact it was considered as perfectly normal for a girl awaiting an arrangement to take a female lover or two in school.
She herself had been more than happy to take advantage of this understanding for the last few years and Andi had been far behind her in that regard. Until the last term of last year that is. There were still rules, they were expected to keep it to pure blood witches and they also expected to keep it within Slytherin house. Bella suspected that the middle Black sister had been breaking both of these rules and was hoping that she could prevent any issues arising by encouraging her interest in the sexy little new girl.
Liliceae was an old wizarding name, although they hadn't sent their children to Hogwarts for a good few generations, so there was no doubting her purity and obviously she qualified on the Slytherin front. What Bella wasn't so sure about was whether she swung that way. Cissy had been about as subtle as a house brick in her pursuit of 'hot Dottie' but had so far received nothing in return other than some snuggling and a few rather impressive blushes from the girl. Now, however, a confrontation was brewing that was going to give her that answer.
It looked as if that little prick Malfoy was making a move on her. She was so obvious in her dislike of the arrogant young wizard that it should prove extremely entertaining when she slapped him down hard.
Oh yeah, this should be really good. Gathering her sisters and picking up the rat dog (that she was in no way totally in love with) she shoo-ed some studying third years off of a conveniently placed couch and got they all got themselves comfortable to watch the show. As expected, 'their Dottie' did not disappoint. She also answered Bella's previous question about her sexuality.
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There was not a sound in the common room other than the nasal whine of Malfoy's outrage at being denied a 'go' on the newest fifth year and her bubbling, snorting laughter at it. When he attempted to push it though things got very serious, very quickly.
"Let me make this very clear to you Lucy. All of this ... " She used her hands to gesture to her entire body. " ... is a witches only zone ... and even if it wasn't I still wouldn't be interested in any kind of 'interraction' with an ugly, ignorant, small ... minded, wanker like you." She smiled, sudden and bright. "'Kay?"
As she turned from the scarlet faced, blonde aristocrat she heard him screech in rage and felt a hand reaching for her shoulder. Knowing full well that Lucius' nature wouldn't allow him to be humiliated in such a public fashion by a mere witch Harriet was ready for exactly that kind of move from him. Was banking on it in fact. Since she had first laid eyes on him here last night she had been straining at the leash to give him a severe slapping for the part he had played ... would play ... might play in the Department of Mysteries, for insulting Hermione and giving that fucking diary to Ginny. It helped that he was just as much of an irredeemable twat in his younger incarnation as he would be later in life.
Interestingly she had not had a similar reaction to Bellatrix who had seemed to be an entirely reasonable, if a bit stand offish, witch at this point in time. Not that she had been particularly stand offish with her today, joining in the teasing and joking around with more enthusiasm and humour than Harriet had thought possible from Bellatrix 'Mental' Lestrange. Maybe she only went crazy when the Dark Tosser got his hooks in her. If so it provided an opportunity to strip him of one of his finest and most dedicated fighters before they ever even got started.
Speaking of which ... It was time for Mister Malfoy's lesson on why one should never insult a lady.
Harriet grinned as she grabbed his reaching fingers in a firm ju-jitsu grip, knee-ed him in the balls, twisted his arm up behind his back almost to the top of his shoulder blade and, getting a fist full of long blonde hair yanked his head back. looking right into his eyes without the slightest hint of emotion of any kind she spoke slowly, clearly and succinctly, relaying her message not just to Lucy but to every other male in the Snake Pit.
"Put your hands on me again fuck-tard and I will cut off your balls with rusty knife and feed them to you raw. Am I understood?"
Deciding that his slobbering, hitching pants for breath were not the answer that she required Harriet reasoned that he probably needed some assistance in formulating his reply.
"AM ... I ... FUCK ... ING ... UNDER ... STOOD ...YOU ... DICK ... HEAD."
Each syllable was punctuated by one of those very pretty , very dainty, red, knee length boots crashing violently into Lucius' private gentleman's area. And because she was very angry and very frustrated and very pissed off, not just at his inept attempts to woo her but at the whole situation that had brought her to this time and place, she kept on kicking.
Harriet only stopped when her foot started to hurt. Then she stood back and regarded the whimpering young man before very slowly and deliberately pulling her wand and aiming it at the immobile and defenceless idiot. A very nasty smile spread across her face and she hissed out.
"Volatilis Lutum." Her smile morphed into an evil grin. "That's for Ginny you fuck."
The already battered wizard seemed to have found his voice again as he recieved the fabled 'Weasley special' bat bogey hex. Lucius' screams as he flailed desperately at his now sore and bleeding face were to become the stuff of legend and a cautionary tale for all those arrogant, misogynist pricks in the snake pit who believed that they were untouchable.
Everyone was dead silent.
Even Bellatrix was stunned at the level of violence that the short, deceptively cute looking girl had just meted out to the hapless Malfoy but then she was also massively turned on by it so she didn't really count.
Then there was an enormous cheer from all of the watching girls.
On her second night in the dungeon dormitory Miss Dorothy Liliceae, formerly Harriet Potter the golden girl of Gryffindor, had just become the undisputed 'Queen of Pain' of Slytherin House and official heroine to every witch who wore the green and silver.
The three Black sisters were gazing at Harriet in total and utter adoration and applauding her enthusiastically while Toto sat on Narcissa's lap and yipped along in support, clearly enjoying the show. Like they needed any more encouragement to spend another night 'getting to know' their newest little friend.
"Oh fuck me sideways."
As she noticed Bellatrix's eyes light up at her muttered statement Harriet thought that she was really going to have start watching what she said around her. Not that either of the other two sisters were any better mind you.
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As usual I write for me but reviews are always nice and I'd certainly never turn them away, just don't get caught up in the whole 'they would never do that' trap. This is all going to be pretty AU stuff.
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DtR xx.