I don't care if your world is ending today
Because I wasn't invited to it anyway
You said I tasted famous, so I drew you a heart
But now I'm not an artist I'm a fucking work of art
I've got an F and a C and I got a K too
And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like you
You wanted perfect
You got your perfect
But now I'm too perfect for someone like you
I was a dandy in your ghetto with
A snow white smile and you'll
Never be as perfect whatever you do
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
I am a bonetop, a death's head
On a mopstick
You infected me, took diamonds
I took all your shit
Your "sell-by-date" expired,
So you had to be sold
I'm a suffer-genius and
Vivi-sex symbol
You wanted perfekt
You got your perfekt
But now I'm too perfekt for someone like you
I was a dandy in your ghetto with
A snow white smile and you'll
Never be as perfekt whatever you do
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
I've got an F and a C and I got a K too
And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like you
I've got an F and a C and I got a K too
And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like you
I am a dandy in the ghetto with a snow white smile
Super-ego bitch, I've been evil awhile
I am a dandy in the ghetto with a snow white smile
Super-ego bitch, I've been evil awhile
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
Harry frowned as he made his way down the street. I seem to be frowning an awful lot… He thought absently, as he slowly unwrapped one of the three candies that he bought and brought it to his mouth, wondering what the hell he was doing. Better than drinking blood I guess, Harry grumbled inwardly.
Harry loathed the fact that, as a vampire, he would have to drink blood. But he was now trying to get used to the fact that he indeed, was a vampire. It sort of seemed surreal to him, as if he was in a dream and was going to wake up any minute now.
Pinch. Pinch. Pinch.
Nope. It's real.
Harry was not a brooding person. He didn't particularly enjoy sulking, and usually tried not to. However, it seemed that the vampire in him was a moody bastard. Harry scowled at the lollipop, as if blaming it for his current predicament, disgusted at how much he liked the taste of it.
He pulled the lollipop out of his mouth. He wasn't entirely sure if the lollipop had actual blood in it, or if it was just made to taste like blood. "Could this possibly count as drinking blood?" He muttered to himself, wanting to put off drinking blood for as long as he possible. He snorted and put the candy back in his mouth. "Probably not."
It was then that Harry remembered exactly why he hadn't known what the curious drink Dumbledore forced down his throat tasted like, as it tasted almost exactly like what Harry had had in his mouth before he drank it.
Blood.
"So Dumbledore forced blood down my throat. What the hell was it from?"
Harry groaned and leaned back against the alley wall. He was currently lurking in a dark alleyway in Diagon Alley, near the entrance of Knockturn Alley. He slammed his head on the bricks behind his head, ignoring the dull throb of pain that began. He slid down the wall, his threadbare shirt catching on some of the rough bricks, causing it to rise up, allowing his bare back to become scratched slightly. He barely felt the pain.
He looked down at his feet again, and then up at the sky, the vivid patch of bright orange, yellow and red meshing together causing him to wince. It was sunny. Unusually sunny. Especially for London's climate. Irritated, he dropped his gaze.
Just another side effect I suppose… one of several, it seems. An aversion to sun… He deliberated distractedly.
He brought his hand to his mouth and poked harshly at the offending fangs. He felt a sharp pinprick, and brought his finger out of his mouth, only to see a small line of deep crimson dribbling down his finger. Harry sighed again, and wished that his fangs weren't as noticeable. Hadn't Remus mentioned it had something to do with mood?
Harry sighed once more, and stuck his finger in his mouth to lick off the blood. As he did so, he noticed that his fangs were now retracted slightly. They were definitely longer than the average human's, but since when had Harry ever been an average human?
"The-Boy-Who-Lived-to-Become-a-Vampire. The saint is now a sinner." Harry said, disgust lacing his voice. He pulled his knees in so that they were against his chest, unaware at how vulnerable he looked in that position. He sighed heavily and shoved the candy back into his mouth, but immediately stiffened when he heard an all too familiar voice.
"Of course we will mother. Blaise and I are just going to buy our last few supplies for school. We'll meet you back here in an hour." A drawling voice said from a fair few feet away, but to Harry's sensitive hearing it was extremely clear. He would recognize his rival's voice anywhere. Draco Malfoy.
Shit, shit, shit. I look like utter rubbish, Harry thought, straightening up and brushing up his shirt and pants. He blinked, before realizing that while the fact that he didn't look entirely perfect was true, he didn't understand exactly why this mattered. Must be the damn vampire pride. He thought absently, placing a non-verbal transfiguration spell over himself.
His ragged, ill-fitted pants changed to a pair of baggy, worn-in jeans that hung dangerously low on his slim hips. His green shirt changed to a tight long sleeved black shirt that read "Balance Guardian" across the front in small bright green letters. It was the name of one of his favorite muggle bands. He ran his hands through his hair a few times, remembering that it was much longer and naturally looked more presentable now, stuck his candy back into his mouth and stepped out of the alley.
He sauntered forwards, moving with a sort of cat-like grace. He paused when he reached Quality Quidditch Supplies, -his favorite store- so he could admire the sleek Thunderbird, the latest model of broom. He snickered quietly to himself, thinking of the muggle car with the same name.
"Is that Potter?" He heard an unfamiliar voice say from somewhat far behind him. Normally Harry wouldn't be able to hear what the person said, but with his heightened senses he could almost hear the person's breathing. "I think it is."
"Blaise, it couldn't possibly be Potter." Another voice, this one familiar, reassured the other person that Harry now knew as 'Blaise.'
"I think it is." Blaise repeated indignantly. Out of the corner of his eyes Harry saw him put his hands on his hips in a feminine sort of way. Harry chuckled.
"It is not. Potter is about six inches shorter and has much shorter hair. Plus he dresses like he's homeless." Harry stifled an indignant 'excuse me?' at this, but reminded his vampire side that Draco, his school enemy, was talking about the past him, and not "the him," quotations needed, that seemed to obsess over appearance.
"It looks like him though." Blaise said stubbornly, ignoring Draco's irritated sigh, an evil smirk gracing his features. "Oi, Potter!" Blaise yelled across the busy street, much to Draco's chagrin.
"What! What are you doing? You have no Slytherin finesse! None!" Draco hissed, and when the tall figure standing across the empty street turned around and raised a skeptical eyebrow at the two boys, he almost let out a very undignified gasp of shock. It was unmistakably Harry Potter. However, there were a few... choice differences in his appearance.
Examples being his shoulder length, silky, raven black hair, the half-foot he had grown in less than two months, the sparkling, but also cold and empty, emerald eyes, the high, angular cheekbones and defined jaw line, the full, carmine lips. Not to mention the pounds of muscle he had also attained, giving his body a lean, muscular appeal. All of which were painfully obvious to a Malfoy; someone who knew and appreciated beauty when they saw it, and Draco knew that Harry was now, as unwilling as he was to admit it, beautiful.
"Told you it was Potter." Blaise said smugly, crossing his arms.
"Fine. But how did you know?" Draco said, trying to ignore the fact that Harry was currently crossing the street, walking with a sort of humble dignity.
"I saw him as he was walking, and saw him pause at the broom. When he turned I saw a flash of his scar." Blaise shrugged. "Even though he looks so different, I could tell it was him. And I must say," Blaise added, his eyes running over every inch of the man's body as he strode gracefully across the street, ignoring the interested glances he was receiving from both men and women alike. "He does look rather..."
"Blaise." Draco cut in, not wanting to hear his rather flamboyant friend's thoughts about Potter and his new found grace and confidence.
"Sorry to interrupt your tête-à-tête, but one of you called me over here?" Harry drawled, looking down at Draco who was now a good two or three inches shorter than Harry.
"Well Potter, finally had a growth spurt?" Draco said scathingly, trying not to make obvious his admiration of Harry's toned body that he could see through the tight shirt. He also tried to ignore the lollipop that Potter was currently rolling around in his mouth.
"It would seem so." Harry replied coolly, brushing Draco and his comment off quite effectively by taking out the candy and looking past Draco to Blaise, who was nearly, but not quite, as tall as Harry. "You wanted something?"
"Yes, I was wondering if you were going to get the new broom so you can try and beat the Slytherin quidditch team this year?" Blaise asked, thinking quickly, putting his Slytherin side to use. Harry just shrugged carelessly and brought the lollipop out of his mouth.
"I'll barely have to try." He replied carelessly, grinning cockily at the attractive teenager before him. He once more stuck the candy into his mouth and began sucking on it as if savoring the taste. Which he, in fact, was.
"Is that a blood pop?" Blaise asked curiously, ignoring the jab at the Slytherin quidditch team, (and elbowing the bristling Draco to keep him from retorting) and noted the blood red color of the candy.
Harry took it out and grinned evilly, his slight fangs showing, but as he had retracted them earlier, they weren't too extraordinary. While Blaise noticed the abnormally long canines, the thought of Harry being not quite human didn't even cross his mind, as he was casually walking about in sunlight, not looking at all uncomfortable in England's uncharacteristically good weather.
"What if it is?" He asked, giving Blaise a questioning look before shaking his head so the hair fell in front of his eyes, hiding the scar, and ambled off, his hands tucked into his pockets carelessly.
"Potter..." Draco seethed. He insulted the Slytherin quidditch team and brushed off Draco's comments!
"Is unbelievably sexy, isn't he?" Blaise exclaimed, thinking Harry was out of earshot. He wasn't, and the moment he heard this, he let a slight smirk curl the corners of his mouth.
"He changed. A lot." Draco replied shortly, turning around and heading towards the Apothecary, which was coincidentally and conveniently, in the opposite direction of the way Harry went.
"He has this sort of... masculine beauty..." Blaise said dreamily, his mind already stuck on his best friend's archrival. "He has feminine features, but he still is such a male. And that careless, cool, collected air…"
"Blaise. I don't want to hear about Potter and his feminine wiles, alright?" Draco snapped, making Blaise crash out of his reverie.
"Sorrrry." Blaise said defensively. "Who took the jam out of your doughnut?"
"I," Draco sniffed, "am a Malfoy. Malfoys do not eat doughnuts. Much less ones with jam in them."
"Well, why did you get so worked up about Potter?" Blaise asked curiously, trotting slightly to keep up with his tetchy friend.
"I, a Malfoy, need I remind you, am not worked up about a mere Potter!" Draco hissed, his face flushing red in anger. Or that's what Blaise took it to be.
"Okay, okay. Merlin, you really are irritable today. Reminding me about being a Malfoy every other minute." Blaise muttered, and seeing the look he was receiving still, made a slight compromise. "But I'm sure it is just because school is starting up soon, not because of anyone, and certainly not because of Potter. And you are a Malfoy, which means that you being irritable is still you being dignified." Blaise watched his friend carefully, as if demanding this comment pass Draco's standards.
Draco, however, ignored it, and continued on his way, signaling his only minor disapproval at being called "irritable." As a dignified Malfoy, he never got worked up, such an unbecoming act, by lesser wizards than himself such as Potter.
Although
he did look quite statelyl this day. And as Blaise had so eloquently
put it, it was a sort of 'masculine beauty,' and he- no! Draco
Malfoy, noble, imposing and commanding, did not just think that.
No, he most certainly did not. He did, however, buy a rather lovely mansion in Egypt. Quite close to Denial, I might add.
oOoOoOo
Harry Potter was quite content at the moment. After defeating Draco and his friend, Blaise, in a verbal battle, he had somewhat forgotten the reason that brought him away from his current "save haven," so to speak. Although Voldemort was quite surely dead, not all of his Death Eaters were. Most were put away in Azkaban or killed by a member of the Order, but a few remained, and the fewer still ones that remained loyal to the Dark Lord, were still trying to kill Harry.
Their being successful at this task, killing a part vampire, part wizard, and an altogether exceptionally powerful being, seems extremely unlikely.
Harry lazily strolled around Diagon Alley, hiding his scar behind his long, silky hair. He wasn't used to it being so controlled, but he found it quite useful to have in front of his face, as it caused less people to recognize him.
He also found that while he didn't particularly enjoy sunlight, and had bought a pair of sunglasses from a shop selling muggle items as soon as possible, he didn't burn to a crisp at being exposed to it. It was nice not needing his normal glasses too, as then he wouldn't be able to see very well when having the sunglasses on instead of his normal ones.
He actually was rather pleased with all of the changes to his senses, as he now could see, hear, and smell everything amazingly well. He could see a woman blink a hundred yards away. He could hear her heartbeat. He could smell what she had for lunch three hours ago. It was fascinating, but also fairly alarming to Harry, who hadn't even known magic was real until he was eleven.
All in all, as long as he forgot about the fact that he was a vampire, being one was actually not as bad as he thought it would be.
After he had browsed through many of the stores, and just generally existed freely in Diagon Alley, Harry's thoughts began wandering back to his godfather and friends. He had since decided that he didn't really give a shit if Dumbledore was "worried," about him, as the old man probably planned every single step of Harry's life, and Harry decided that it was high time he took charge of his own life.
If he was going to be forced to be a vampire, and saviour of the wizarding world, Harry had thought resolutely, then he was going to do it on his own terms. Even if he was only seventeen, he could take care of himself and wanted to make his own choices, and fuck anyone who didn't like it.
Fuck Dumbledore for manipulating him for so long, and for projecting his image as the innocent "Golden Boy," the child saint.
Fuck his ancestors for not telling their children that they just might be a vampire.
Fuck Lucius for causing Ginny to be possessed by the Dark Lord.
Fuck Dumbledore (again) for knowing about his heritage and not telling him.
Fuck Voldemort for killing his parents so he would never have a father to confide in.
Fuck Pettigrew for handing them over to his master. Fuck everybody for lying to him.
Fuck Bellatrix for murdering one of the only people who hadn't lied to him. Fuck Bellatrix for single handedly destroyed the entire Longbottom family, save the sickly and most probably dying grandmother.
"I'm not a fucking saint"Harry mumbled miserably, leaning his hot forehead against Gambol and Japes' cool glass window. "If I was, I could have saved them. I'm not their fucking saint."
oOoOoOo
Harry sighed as he reached Diagon Alley's courtyard. "Maybe I should go back to Grimmauld Place," he muttered to himself, thinking of Sirius' and Remus' worried faces. And the hurt look on Hermione's when he left. He might want to be left the fuck alone most of the time, but Harry cared about his friends.
Even if they have lied to me, Harry mused, contemplating whether to return to Grimmauld Place just yet, or to let their tempers simmer for while, but the image of his friend's concerned faces won over his blameless anger, they're my friends, and they've stuck by me.
Mostly, another voice threw in nastily. One of them is irrevocably jealous of you.
Ignoring the little voice that threw in its two cents, Harry resolved to return to his temporary home.
"Alright. Back we go." Harry did what he had done before, thought about the
place that he needed to be. He assumed that it was not apparating, as the travel was not accompanied by a loud crack, so he presumed that it was a fairly useful vampire trait.
Harry was now standing in the corner of Sirius' living room; he and Remus were currently sitting on the couch, not having noticed Harry's arrival.
"He'll be all right, Remus. He can handle it." Sirius was saying.
"I know, it's just that I wish I could help me more." Remus said.
"As do I, Remus. As do I." Sirius said a sad look upon his face. Harry, seeing that he was interrupting a rather private conversation, cleared his throat promptly, causing one of the men to jump and the other to whirl around.
"Harry!" Remus said, obviously relieved that he had returned unharmed. "You're back!"
"Yes. I would like to… apologize for my earlier behavior. It was most uncouth." Harry said stiffly, the vampire in him seemed to also be very proud.
"Harry, since when do you know what 'uncouth' means?" Sirius asked jokingly, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Harry turned and smiled hesitantly at the older man. He was about to reply when his two best friends ran into the room.
"Harry! I thought I heard your voice!" Hermione said, this time not hugging Harry, but walking up to him and flashing a small smile. Harry returned it confidently. He felt bad about snapping at her earlier, so he stepped forward, enveloping her small frame in a tentative hug. She returned it gratefully.
"Harry, mate, you gave us a really worry. Being almost dead and all, and then up and leaving on us." Ron said, moving towards Harry as well. Harry parted from Hermione, who looked much happier, and gave Ron a quick man-hug.
"Sorry about that." He said quietly.
"No matter." Hermione said brightly. "We're just glad you're better from your illness. But what exactly happened? You look so different!" Harry looked away uncomfortably at this, noticing the small flush that was appearing on Hermione's face as she studied his body. He caught her eyes and she looked away quickly, her blush much more noticeable this time. So much in fact that Ron was starting to look slightly uneasy.
"I'll tell you guys in a minute, I just need to talk to Remus and Sirius first." He said, flashing them a half smile. "I'm all right, I promise." Harry added when seeing Hermione's worried look, and Ron's partially concerned, partially put out look. Then they nodded and left the room, going to talk to Fred and George who were now peeking in through the kitchen door.
Harry turned toward Remus and Sirius and opened his mouth to speak. "I am a vampire." He stated slowly, as he was still processing the fact.
"I know Harry. It'll be hard, but we're all here for you." Remus said sadly, somewhat understanding what Harry was going through.
"Whether you want us to be or not." Sirius added, grinning brightly. Harry smirked back, his fangs showing slightly, causing Sirius to suppress a flinch.
"Bill and I got together all of the books we think you should read, and I asked Hermione about some good muggle vampire novels as well." Remus said. "I didn't tell her why I wanted vampire fiction, but I think she might put two and two together, her being a smart witch. Sirius and I, along with Albus, believe that it is for you to decide whether or not you tell Ron, Hermione and your other friends however." At this Harry looked slightly uncomfortable, but regained his composure quickly.
"I want them to know, but I don't want them to hate me. I don't think they would be like that, they're my best friends and I'd trust them with my life. Whatever left of it I have, at least. But, I mean, I'm a bleeding vampire." Harry said wearily, shifting his weight to from his left leg to his right leg and resisting the urge to scratch the back of his right knee with his left toe.
"My senses have improve immensely," He continued, "I have a need to appear calm and dignified in front of others, and I don't know when the bloodlust is going to kick in. This isn't me. It might be too stressful for them, and I could understand that." Harry said solemnly, running a pale hand through his ebony hair.
"Harry, I'm sure that they are desperate to be your friends. You just have to let them." Remus said gently. Harry smirked at that, thinking about just how cliché that expression was, yet just how much it suited the situation.
"Yeah, and with a face like that, all the girls –or guys- in school will want to be your friend." Sirius threw in pointedly. "With James' face, and my expertise in the women department you are a definite lady killer. Literally." At this Sirius stifled a snicker at his own joke, and settled for a frown from his best friend and a deserving thwack on the back of his head from his godson. "Okay, I deserved that. But it was funny, and you have to admit Moony, it's true." Sirius cried. "Especially if he turned on the whole vampire seduction bit."
"What?" Harry's voice took on a sort of nervous/surprised tone. This was odd for him now, being a vampire and all.
"See? I am educated in the vampire department as well." Sirius said proudly, ignoring the incredulous look he was receiving from his godchild, and the 'not again' look he was receiving from his furry friend.
"Harry, erm, vampires are very…" Remus waved his hand about, as if trying to find the right word.
"Sexual. They love shagging, Harry. Read up on it. Remus and Bill found some good books on it." Sirius interrupted. Remus and Harry's faces at once colored a pink tinge, and Sirius got another good thwack from the both of them this time, and was again, quite proud of himself.
"So I'm a normal seventeen year old boy then aren't I?" Harry asked, a slight sad smile playing about his blood red lips.
"Well, besides the whole drinking blood, finding a mate, hating daylight, yes." Sirius agreed readily. A small, but honest, smile took over Harry's features.
"Well, no." Remus coughed awkwardly, ignoring Sirius' comment. "Why don't you read some of the books we gave you while you're on the train or something?" He suggested, turning towards his friend and glaring, who just smiled innocently.
"All right." Harry agreed. "Thanks for finding them. I can understand you... but why Bill?"
"He felt like helping I guess, and in his line of work he's met a few vampires, and he knows the signs more than anyone here. Except Snape, perhaps, him practically being one." Remus muttered, shrugging slightly.
"Is Snape here then?" Harry asked, alarmed at this thought.
"He pops in every now and then." Remus replied, smiling wryly. "But as he is normally very busy, and is preparing for the upcoming school year, Bill and I were the ones best suited to talk to you about your... inheritance."
"Plus when Bill saw you for the first time in what... three years or something, your seventeen year old vampire body struck a little bit of a fancy in him." Sirius added mischievously, raising his eyebrows suggestively. Remus let out an exasperated sigh.
"What? Bill? Bill Weasley? No. No no no." Harry shook his head rapidly, banishing the thought from his mind.
"Well, actually, he did seem to be rather excited to be helping you out." Remus shifted slightly. "At least he isn't bothered by you being part vampire."
"Always the bright side Moony." Sirius exclaimed, grinning brightly and clapping a large hand on his friend's hunched shoulders.
"Can we change the subject?" Remus suggested. "For Harry's sake. Before he has a heart attack." Sirius grinned again, but complied.
"So good luck on finding a girl, mate. Or would it be mate, girl?" Sirius paused, his eyebrows furrowed in apparent confusion.
"I don't know whether to be insulted, or take that comment in stride." Harry said dryly. "You always seem to make me think the best of things." Harry smiled softly, causing Sirius to beam at him, his face lighting up at finally seeing a smile on his godson's face. "I should probably talk to Ron and Hermione."
Remus and Sirius both nodded, and Harry swept out of the room, his nose searching for their distinctive smells, and his eyes for their heat signatures.
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A/N: The song from the beginning is (s)AINT, by Marilyn Manson. Fucking good song, too.
If anyone has any comments, suggestions, complaints, just leave a review. Reviews prompt me to write faster, btw. (Yes, I am shamelessly hinting…) I really hope everyone likes this chapter. Tell me if you don't, please.
Sorry this update took so long, word decided that it hated me, and the moment I would try and save something it would spaz out and freeze the computer. I've had this written for ages though, honest.
Lets all thank my beta and most excellent friend, tigerchic121 for reading through it and editing all my errors and plot holes! Thanks Riah! (If any of you like Harry/Hermione (even though Harry and Draco are meant to be) check out her stuff, it's really good!)
DestinyEntwinements: Ha, I'm quite glad you liked that. I remembered when Ron said something about them only being for vampires in the third book, so I decided to add that little bit. Thanks for reviewing!
Draeconin: Yes, I was a little bit worried about that being so popular… I quite fancy Harry having piercings, but it is very overdone, so I think I'll leave it on this one. Thanks for the review!
Dragonandthewerewolf: I quite agree, but I have one little bit planned out in the jumble I call my mind, and it involves Draco greatly, so I'm afraid we're stuck with DMHP. I hope you like it though.
Morsus: Yes, about that, I decided that Harry should have a reflection, cos it plays a part in the story later. And I also want him to be able to be photographed, but only with wizarding cameras. I'm glad there were no tremendous grammar and spelling mistakes. I hate it when I spell things wrong. I hope this chapter holds more detail. I'm extremely glad you like the plot too!
ReiShyloh: If I were Harry, I would be amazingly pissed off, so I tried to make him at least in a bit of a strop. Yes, I was told that I didn't have enough detail, so I hope this chapter helps that.
Crazaboutharryvamp: I don't think Harry will be that mean all of the time, as then he might lose all his friends, but I do think he will be much more guarded and hostile to those he doesn't trust. Also I don't think he'll bite Hermione. I hope you liked this chapter!
Smittened by Maruaders:Thank you! I know! Dumbledore is always hiding something from someone! And it's not like Harry wont tell his friends. (I think.) Thanks for the review!
Tigerchic121: Ha, you totally beta-ed this one! Yes, I was thinking of you when I wrote most of it, so I left out the possible Ron/Hermione fluffy bits. And Harry and Draco are meant to be. (Although if Harry wasn't utterly gay, I suppose Hermione might be the one he went for…)
BlackGothFaerie: I was an odd child. I've had an obsession with vampires since I was bout four, and saw the original Dracula. It scares my parents to no end. My friend speaks Japanese, and she tries to teach me bits of it, but it just floats out of my head… And about the bells thing, they were only ringing when he opened the door, then they stopped. (In all honesty, I hadn't really though about that fact…) I'm really glad you like this fic!
Crystal Malfoy: They met! Finally, right? I quite like writing Draco as the submissive, cos it's so fun to see him get annoyed when he doesn't know everything that's going on. He does seem like a vampire/veela I suppose. More of a veela, is my opinion. I'm really glad you like this fic!
And thanks to: Sweetest Thang, Silver Jadlyn, and ambwardo, thanks soooooooo freaking much for reviewing!
