Alaina sat in bed fidgeting with the sheets. Today was the day they would be visiting Diagon Alley. She was nervous. She knew that she didn't have much of a reason to be, but the churning sensation in her stomach wouldn't fade away.

Over the past few days, Alaina had become closer to Hermione and Harry. She had made amends with Hermione. It was difficult, but Alaina fed off of her constant curiosity and Hermione off hers. It was a very easy and quick friendship despite their initial meeting.

Harry had become a friend as well. They hadn't talked much, but she enjoyed his company and it seemed that he enjoyed hers as well.

Alaina was hesitant to have made such quick friends, but she couldn't complain. Never in her life was making friends easy. Moving constantly only thwarted her attempts at close relationships. Besides Hermione gaping at the fact that she was a manimental at first, they had all gotten along fine.

There were the occasions when they would prod her for information- mainly her arrival and the Order- to which Alaina never gave them a satisfying answer. Ron was the worst, often bringing it up randomly as to try to catch her off guard. She felt bad, but she stuck to her word.

Alaina had been attending the Order meetings (much to Mrs. Weasley's protesting.) She admittedly didn't understand much of what was going on and tended to space off during the meetings unless it was directly related to her. Even so, Mrs. Weasley would usually usher her out halfway through the meetings claiming that it was her "bed time". Alaina hardly protested, unable to act like she was actually interested in what was going on.

She looked at the clock. 6:20. Mrs. Weasley had said for them to be up early as to beat the shopping traffic. She quickly threw on some clothes and made her way downstairs. Mrs. Weasley was busying herself around the kitchen as always. She looked tense on this day however.

As the rest of them came filing down, Mrs. Weasley served them their food. Breakfast was quiet as everyone was either too tired or too worried to talk. Bill handed Harry some money (much to Ron's dismay) and then handed another bag to Alaina. She didn't know what to say. No one had just given her a sack full of money before and from what it felt like, the sack was full. Bill was talking to Harry and Ron so she decided to open it.

Inside were larger gold pieces that had an intricate design. Smaller silver and bronze pieces floated around as well. However, there were more gold pieces than anything. She didn't know exactly how this currency worked, but she felt assured in assuming that the gold pieces were the most valuable. Her mouth became dry. How was she supposed to thank Bill for such a generous gift? This must be a fortune! Her mind swam and she didn't know what to make of the money.

When she looked back up, Bill and Fleur were the only ones left in the room. She didn't even hear the others clear out of the kitchen and outside.

"I- I- I don't know what to say, Bill. Thank you," stuttered Alaina.

"Nonsense. Your vault was close to Harry's and you heard what I told him about how backed up Gringots is," Bill said with a wave of his hand. Alaina was thoroughly confused now.

"My… vault?" she said. Bill gave her an incredulous look.

"Yes, your vault," he said. He set the paper down on the table and stood. "You better get out there or they'll leave without you."

"But I-"

"Go. Zey are leaving," interrupted Fleur. Alaina looked back and forth between the two, then grabbed her bag hurriedly and went outside. It was a gloomy day. A slick, black car was parked on the front lawn. She could see Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sitting in the front. Mrs. Weasley gestured for her to hurry, so she ran out to the car.

In the back seat, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all sat comfortably. It looked as though she wouldn't be able to squeeze in. Much to her surprise, the car stretched magically and she fit in nicely.

Finally, they reached an old looking building in London. As soon as Harry climbed out, he was enveloped in a crushing hug. Alaina looked to Ron and Hermione alarmed. She was puzzled when she saw only smiles on their faces. After Harry was released, they followed him out of the car. When Alaina stepped out, she gasped. The tallest man she had ever seen stood right before her. His face was bushy from his thick beard and mustache. His cheeks were red and he wore a great big smile.

"Yer must be Alaina," the giant said extending a large hand. Alaina took his hand hesitantly. Alaina had always thought she had big hands especially for her size, but compared to him, her hands looked miniature.

"Yes," she answered.

"I'm Rubeus Hagrid. Keeper of the Keys an' other things at Hogwarts. I'll be seein' yer around this year o'lot," he said. Alaina gave him a small smile. For some reason, he gave off such a calming aura. She knew that he was a trustworthy man.

"It's nice to meet you, Rubeus," she said. He waved a big hand at her.

"Please, th' name's Hagrid. Jus' call me Hagrid," he said. Alaina's smile grew.

They made their way into what was called the Leaky Cauldron. It was empty save for one man. Hagrid said something to him, which Alaina didn't catch. She was too busy staring at the pictures on the walls moving around. Some of them were even leaving their frame!

"You'll get used to it. There are portraits all over Hogwarts. Some of them have quite a bit of character to them, too," Hermione said beside her.

"How long though?" she asked, still not taking her eyes off the moving pictures.

"I'm sorry?" Hermione responded.

"How long until you get used to it?"

Hermione laughed and they all made their way out to the courtyard. Hagrid pulled out a battered pink umbrella and tapped a few bricks with it. The bricks then moved to reveal a long, cobblestone street. Alaina gaped at the sight.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley," Ginny said behind her. Mrs. Weasley gave a small tut before ushering them all out to the street.

"Don't go anywhere by yourselves. Stay close and don't talk to strangers," she warned. Although Alaina was totally amazed by Diagon Alley, she could tell that it was lacking its usual life. There were stores all boarded up with signs hanging crooked. There were some people in old looking rags that were attempting to sell them protection amulets. Mr. Weasley muttered something about being on the job before they continued down the road.

"Alright, you four go down to Madam Malkin's and get yourselves some new robes. Hagrid, you'll go with them. Molly and I will take Ginny to get everyone's books. Now, hand over your lists," Mr. Weasley instructed. Hermione, Harry, and Alaina gave him some money as well before heading off with Hagrid. Over their shoulders, they could hear Mrs. Weasley arguing with Arthur, something about "splitting everyone up".

Once they reached Madam Malkin's, Hagrid took a peek inside.

"Look like it'll be a tight squeeze in there wit all o' us packed inside," he said, "I'll stand guard out here while you lot go in an' get yerselves some robes." They nodded and went inside.

"Watch where you're sticking that pin, will you!" cried a voice inside. Harry and Ron both tensed up at the sound of the voice. In the mirror, a pale boy with slick blond hair and a pointed nose stood with elegant green robes. An older woman moved around him hurriedly while a younger looking woman stood off to the side.

"Mother, if you're wondering what stinks, a Mudblood just walked in," the boy sneered. Both Harry and Ron drew their wands out at the same time. Hermione began to beg them to put them away, but neither budged. The old woman scolded the boy, but it seemed half-hearted and she seemed be frightened by him now.

"Wands away please!" she said to Harry and Ron, but both of them stayed put. Alaina turned her attention back to the mirror where she could see the boy's face. Through the mirror, they locked gazes. His face turned to a smirk and he turned around.

"What's this you got here? Made a new little friend?" he said. He stepped down from the pedestal and made his way over to them. Harry took another step forward, his wand pointed even higher before the other boy stopped. He wasn't looking at Harry, though. His eyes were still locked in contact with Alaina's.

Suddenly, the woman that had been off to the side was behind the boy. She put a hand on top of his shoulder and began to usher him out.

"Mother! Get your hands off me!" he cried. She than began to tear the robes off.

"Draco! Do not argue with me! We won't associate with such low beings and take our business elsewhere!" she said hurriedly. The boy gave her a look of disgust before he began to help her disrobe himself. Alaina looked at the woman who had been staring at her. When they made eye contact, she quickly looked away and began to tear at the boy's clothes more frantically. They threw them on the ground then hurried out of the shop. It was only then that Harry and Ron put their wands away.

"Now, really?" Madam Malkin cried as she scooped up the fallen robes. She then began to fit everyone, albeit distractedly. When she got to Alaina, she was puzzled when Alaina didn't give her a specific color to dress her in.

"You're not a first year, though! You're much too old!" she stated as she gave Alaina a good look. Alaina blushed, not knowing what to say.

"She's a transfer student," Hermione covered for her. Alaina let go of a breath she hadn't realized that she was holding. She couldn't be more thankful for Hermione's quick thinking. Madam Malkin gave them an incredulous look before shrugging her shoulders and getting to work. Once they had their robes, they walked out of the shop (much to Madam Malkin's delight.) Outside were Ginny and her parents with their books beside Hagrid.

"Got your robes then? We'll best be headed off," Mrs. Weasley said, a tinge of relief in her voice.

"Not yet, Molly. Alaina has to get herself a wand," Mr. Weasley said. Mrs. Weasley looked as if he had just said the worse bit of news she had heard in weeks. "Besides, the kids all want to see Fred and George's joke shop."

"Alright then, Ollivander's first," she resigned. As they walked, Ron stepped into pace with Alaina.

"I thought you were a witch," he said.

"I am," Alaina replied.

"So, why haven't you got a wand?" he asked. Alaina blushed from embarrassment.

"I uh… left it back in America," she said sheepishly. Ron nodded before they stepped into the dusty shop. It was a very humble shop that was incredibly cluttered. Boxes upon boxes filled the walls and in every empty crevice. There was a little desk with a small register upon it and an old, dusty lap that sat on it.

Suddenly, a small man that went no higher than Alaina's shoulders popped up from behind the counter. He looked at everyone confusedly.

"Why, what brings the occasion? Did someone snap their wand again?" the man asked. Then, Alaina was being shoved roughly forward in front of everyone. The man looked at her before gasping.

"Surely, this can't be?" he said looking at Alaina from head to toe. Mr. Weasley cleared his throat.

"Alaina Hinston, she is a transfer student," he answered. So Hermione's spur of the moment cover for her hadn't been so far from the story. The man's eyes seemed to bulge more with the mention of her name.

"Hinston, Hinston, very interesting indeed," he mumbled before plunging into the vast amount of boxes. As he sifted through them, he began to pull various ones out. With an armful, he hurried back to her and began handing them to her.

"Elm, 15 ¾ inches, Dragon Heartstring, flexible," he said before handing her the wand. The instant he put it in her hand, it was out again. "No, no, not that, maybe this: Cedar, 14 ½ inches, Unicorn Hair, unyielding," he said. Just like the previous wand, he snatched it away from her before she even had a chance to get a good grip on it. This continued on for several more minutes. The man began to chuckle after they had gone through a few more.

"You're a tricky one to place, just like your father," he said. As soon as he said this, Alaina froze. No one had ever mentioned her father before. For all she knew, she was some bastard child. She didn't have a father. The man broke her from her trance by handing her another wand.

As soon as it touched her fingertips, sparks flew from the end. She felt a warm, tingling sensation go down her arm. Her old wand never felt this good in her hand. The man gave a small clap and a large smile spread across his face.

"A wonderful match! 12 ¼ inches, Fir, Phoenix Feather, rigid- very similar to your mother's," he said. Alaina's stomach plummeted. First, he mentioned the father she never had, now the mother that was stolen from her. She handed him seven gold pieces before exiting the shop with everyone. From the corner of her eye, she could see Mr. and Mrs. Weasley exchange worried looks to each other. Alaina then let her eyes wander until they fell on the most magnificent sight she had seen yet.

A bell tinkled but that was barely heard over the din of the store. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was buzzing and full of life. Alaina's eyes opened in wonder as she tried to soak everything in. People were flying across the store to look at all the merchandise. The excitement was palpable in the air. Everything around her was bursting with color. Two young girls laughed at a boy holding a long, shiny object had a look of shock on his face and a black eye. Something bright flew past her head and she tried to follow it with her eyes until they found two heads full of flaming red hair.

"Mum! Dad!" the twins exclaimed as they embraced their parents. Molly held on to both of her boys for longer than they had expected as seen on their faces. When she released them, they gave greetings to everyone else in the group.

"Welcome to the shop, everyone!" one redhead said.

"Please let us know if we can service you in any way," the other said. As everyone began to disperse into the store, Alaina saw Fred and George take Harry aside.

Alaina, Hermione, and Ginny began to meander through the store. The number of products that had been produced in the store amazed Alaina.

"You say that Fred and George invented all of this stuff?" she asked the girls while her eyes continued to look around.

"Yes, it's pretty amazing, isn't it?" Hermione said while picking up a box.

"Indeed it is," a voice piped from behind them. All three of the girls whirled around to find the two twins behind them.

"Haven't you girls found our special WonderWitch products yet? Follow me," said Fred as they began to lead them through the store. They stopped when they reached a large pink display full of frilly, glittery things. Many girls flocked to this area and were giggling. Hermione and Ginny exchanged glances as Ginny picked up a small pink bottle.

"Really? A love potion?" Ginny said while examining the bottle in her hands.

"Yup! Guaranteed to have any boy flocking to you on his knees just to catch a glimpse of you-" George replied.

"-But you're in no need of that," Fred said while snatching the bottle from her hands. Ginny scowled at him as he took the bottle and crossed her arms over her chest.

"It's not like I would need it nor want it anyway," she retorted, "You two should know… sneaking through my letters and all."

"Precisely why you don't need it," said George as he turned her attention to some of their other products. Hermione gave Alaina an exasperated glance as they looked at the rest of the WonderWitch line. Everything was so feminine it was quite daunting. Beguiling Bubbles, Crush Blush, Everlasting Eyelashes… Alaina could only wonder how many girls had already fallen to the marketing scheme of the two Weasley twins. The two began to step away from the swarm of girls and products until they saw Ginny ogling something. They went over to her and saw she held a little purple ball of fluff.

"They're really cute!" said Ginny as she scratched the purple fur with one finger.

"They're fairly cuddly, yes," Fred responded. Ginny continued to play with the little fluff ball.

"What is it?" Alaina asked.

"It's a Pygmy Puff," George answered.

"We breed them in the back of the shop," said Fred.

"But it's starting to get a little difficult since the demand is so high and they can only reproduce so quickly," said George.

"But isn't it illegal to breed new species? I've never heard of a Pygmy Puff before," Hermione said.

"But we aren't breeding new species-"

"They're simply miniature Puffskeins," George finished. Hermione continued to eye the little creature wearily while Ginny played with it.

"I think I'll name him Arnold," Ginny said as she brought the Pygmy Puff closer to her face.

"An excellent name, Ginny," Fred asserted as George held out a little pink cage. Ginny smiled at her brothers and put the purple fluff ball inside. George handed her the cage and then placed a hand on one of her shoulders. Fred grasped the other shoulder and the two began to lead her off, talking animatedly about her soon-to-be purchase. Alaina looked at Hermione who was smiling and shaking her head to herself.

The pair then went around the store looking for Ron and Harry. When they found them, Ron looked slightly put off.

"What's the matter, Ron?" Hermione asked him.

"I'm their bloody brother and they won't even give me a discount," he mumbled angrily. The girls then turned to Harry who shrugged his shoulders. They continued on through the store, Ron not looking at anything on the shelves now. A box caught Alaina's eye that had a giant ear on it.

'Extendable Ears! –Eavesdrop on anyone and get crystal clear quality!' the box read. Alaina turned the box over trying to find a more in-depth description of the device. It seemed like an item that would be more useful than humorous.

"Malfoy," said Harry from behind her. Alaina looked up to see all three looking out the window. Outside, the blonde boy from the robe shop was walking briskly down the street. She looked back at the trio to find Harry having pulled out a cloak.

"What's that?" asked Alaina. Harry continued to unfold the cloak. As he did, his hands disappeared. Alaina gasped. There was no way-

"It's an invisibility cloak," Harry responded, "Now get in or we're going without you."

Alaina looked back and forth. She needed to watch over Harry, but how was it possible to fit 4 fully-grown teens beneath one little cloak?

"Harry, I don't think this is a very good idea," Hermione warned. Harry didn't seem to pay attention to her though as he began to drape the cloak over Ron and himself.

"Hermione, we know Malfoy's up to no good. He's headed towards Knockturn Alley! I bet this has something to do with Voldemort-!"

"Don't say his name, Harry!" pleaded Ron.

"Alaina, could I borrow those extendable ears?" Harry asked, once again ignoring one of his friends. Alaina hesitated, not sure of what to do. Slumping her shoulders, she handed him the box. As he moved to take it from her, she pulled back slightly.

"Aren't you going to pay for them first?" she asked. Harry gave an agitated sigh and snatched the box away from her.

"Fred and George told me that I could take whatever I wanted from the store since I gave them the start up loan. Are you coming with or not?" he said. Alaina gave him a hard look. She could tell that he wasn't going to back down and if she didn't give him an answer soon, he wasn't going to wait for one. But how could they all fit under that cloak?

"You three go under the cloak- I don't think we'll all fit. But I'll tail you- I won't get too close and no one knows me here yet," she decided. Harry gave her a curt nod before pulling Hermione under the cloak. All that Alaina could see of them now was their feet peeping underneath every now and then. She realized that they must all have to crouch down a little as to not give them all away. They were able to make it out of the store just fine. It was once they were out on the streets that Alaina realized her mistake.

Sure it wasn't too hard to follow the boy with blonde hair, but three invisible people was a much more trying task. She first relied on her eyes but quickly figured out that method wasn't going to work. She then focused all her attention to the ground. Sensing the vibrations, she tried to keep an even pace from her invisible friends as she followed them down the barren streets.

They took a sharp turn down a dingy alley. Alaina stopped before following them further. If she hadn't been focusing on their movements, she would have probably missed this place. It certainly didn't seem to attract many people, more so normal people. She cautiously resumed her task and tried to focus on finding Harry, Ron, and Hermione again.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing down here?" a deep voice boomed. Alaina whipped around sharply as she felt someone grab her arm.

"Oh, dearie, are you lost? Let me help you for only a small cost," an elderly woman said to her other side. Alaina turned her head quickly to face her as the woman began to grab her other arm.

"I'm fine, thanks. I'm not lost-"

"What business do you have down here then? Looking for a little bit of trouble, eh?" the deep voice asked. Alaina tried to take deep breaths.

"I'm just looking around. Now if you'll please let go of me," she responded. The woman's grip began to loosen but the man's became stronger.

"Looking around? What's a girl like you coming down here just 'looking around'?"

Alaina could feel her anger bubbling more rapidly. If this man didn't release her soon, sparks were going to fly.

"My business is mine and mine alone. Now if you will let go, I would like to be on my way," she said firmly.

"Oh, she's a fighter, this one is," another woman came up from behind her. The man turned to look at the woman and Alaina took the opportunity to twist out of his grasp. The other woman gave a high laugh as she freed herself.

"Fighter indeed. Better be needing of some pretty amulets, for your pre-tek-shon," she drawled holding out a red pennant attached to a gold chain. Alaina thought of Mr. Weasley from earlier saying something about being on the job. Then she remembered Mrs. Weasley advising them to stay close and not talk to strangers. Well, Alaina hadn't followed either of those instructions. Why stop now?

Wind began to sweep down the alley. Alaina's hair began to blow in her face, obstructing her view. One of the women swayed where she stood as the other held on to a building. The man barely budged, but she could fix that.

Faster and faster the wind blew through the alley. The woman on the wall crouched down. Boxes and barrels that littered along the alley walls began toppling over. Alaina's hair became wild about her face.

Something hit her shin and hard. Alaina could only focus on the sudden pain and the wind died down slightly. She looked down to see nothing there. The wind had been blowing in the opposite direction of her shin so it wasn't like anything had hit her. But someone could have. Remembering the reason why she had gotten in this predicament in the first place, she concentrated on the ground for vibrations. There stood three teens in front of her even though they deceived her eyes. The wind calmed down considerably and she turned around. Without saying a word to her harassers, she left, the trio in tow.

As soon as they were clear from the alley, Alaina felt someone grab her arm and turn her around sharply. She was very annoyed now and was about to punch whoever had ahold of her in the face. She stopped herself and surprised to see that it was Hermione holding onto her and Ron and Harry behind her, free from the cloak.

"Hermione? What-?"

"Alaina, you have to be more careful!" Hermione scolded. Alaina felt her heart sink. She didn't understand why Hermione was upset with her.

"Be more careful how?" asked Alaina.

"With your powers," Hermione whispered fiercely. Alaina looked at Hermione perplexed.

"Was that you that kicked me?" accused Alaina. Hermione looked back to Ron and Harry before loosening her grip on her.

"Yes, and I'm sorry, but that man was dangerous. Alaina, I recognize him! He's a Death Eater," she said. Before Alaina had time to process what Hermione said, Ron and Harry began to usher them back to the Weasley twin's shop.

"We have to get back to the store before my mum realizes that we're gone," said Ron.

"I'll explain more later," whispered Hermione to Alaina. They decided that they would all enter the shop individually as to not drag a lot of attention. When they were all in, Mr. Weasley ushered everyone back together and they left Diagon Alley.

The sky was dark. A few clouds lulled by the stars. Crickets were singing their nightly melodies. Alaina lay on top of her sheets. The night was warm and her room was stuffy. She thought about cracking the window open, but she was feeling too lazy to do it. Alaina glanced at her clock again. 10:14. She was growing anxious. She couldn't turn her mind off ever since Hermione told her that she recognized the man that had grabbed on to her in Knockturn Alley. The man was a Death Eater.

That man could know where her mother was.

A mix of anger and confusion coursed through her veins. She hadn't recognized him at all. But all the men that had been at her house the night they were attacked had been wearing masks. For some reason, Alaina had the impression that when she saw one of them again, she would know. She was frustrated. Alaina was now focusing on that night instead of blocking it. How many cloaked figures were there again? 6? 7? Seven. There were seven. She tried to remember names. One of them was Avery, she remembered that one, but the other one… Her mom had given him a name. Was it Maloy? Murfew?

"Malfoy," a voice said bursting into her room. Alaina sat up quickly to see that Ron, Harry, and Hermione had all entered her room.

"I know it! He's joined up with Lord Voldemort and is a Death Eater now too!" said Harry. Hermione looked at Harry with disdain.

"Harry, we don't have any real evidence to support that," Hermione said. Harry turned to her quickly.

"Yes we do! His dad is one. Why else would he have gone into Borgin & Burkes?" he argued. Hermione sighed and looked to Ron for support. The redhead immediately directed his attention to the ground. Hermione then looked to Alaina expectantly. Alaina panicked. She didn't even know who this person was, let alone if he was a supposed bad guy. Hermione stared at her, urging her on. Alaina cleared her throat before joining into the argument.

"Who exactly are we talking about here?" asked Alaina.

"Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin boy in our year," Hermione explained.

"He was the boy in the robe shop today. The really rude one," added Harry.

"Oh, okay," said Alaina lamely. "Oh yeah, that kid's definitely a Death Eater. I could smell his Death Eater-ness from… as far as he was standing away from me today," she said trying to sound serious. Ron snorted while Hermione furrowed her brow. Harry on the other hand was elated by the fact that someone agreed with him on this Malfoy character.

"See! Alaina's barely known of him and yet she can see him for who he truly is!" exclaimed Harry while gesticulating wildly. Harry then flopped down onto the chair that was in the corner of her room. He leaned to his left side and rested his head in his hand. Alaina began to feel guilty. Maybe this wasn't a joking matter…

"Uh… Harry? I don't think she was being serious," said Hermione. Alaina saw Harry visibly sigh as he lifted his head back up to look at them.

"I know," he said sadly, "but what is it that I see that you guys don't?"

"You might just be looking too deep into something that isn't there," spoke Ron for the first time since entering the room. He crossed the room and sat upon the nightstand where her clock sat. Ron picked up the clock and toyed with it a little. Alaina couldn't tear her eyes from the clock as soon as Ron touched it. She couldn't help but feel possessive of her clock. It was the one piece of home she still had. It was the thing that tore up her reality and brought her to this-

"Alaina, are you alright?" Hermione asked. Alaina was startled and jumped a little. She tried to cover it though by moving over on the bed and gesturing for Hermione to sit down.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," she said. Hermione took her offer and sat beside her. Alaina tried to think of something to say as to make it look like she had been thinking of something relevant rather then obsessing over her clock.

"So… you said you knew the man that was holding me hostage in Knockturn Alley, right?" asked Alaina. Hermione shifted on the bed.

"I know him. I don't know his name, but we fought against him last year," said Ron.

"His name is Antonin Dolohov," added Hermione, "He was one of the first Death Eaters. This is really bothering me."

"What's bothering you?" Alaina asked.

"We fought against him last year at the Ministry of Magic. He as well as many others-"

"So…?"

"So, he should be in Azkaban," Hermione said.

"What's Azkaban-?"

"Prison, but worse," answered Ron.

The four sat in silence after that, not really sure what else to say.

Oh golly gee.

So... It's been a while, yes?

For the past 4 days, I've been writing every night so I can finish this chapter.

I hope to keep this up and finish this story by December of this year.

To those who have reviewed, favorited, or put this story on your alert- thank you so so so so so much! I hope I haven't left you waiting for too long and you still have interest in this story! I suck, I know, but you guys rock! Seriously- give yourselves a hand!

I'm still looking for a beta if anyone's interested!

~fortheconfusion