Author's Note: Wow, that chapter got good responses, maybe I should have cliffhangers like that more often.
Summary: The balance between darkness and light has been disturbed, and now Darkness will do anything to repair it; even if it means destroying whole civilizations to do it. Being taken from the only home that they know Yami and Yuugi have thrown into the Wizarding world. Voldemort will do anything and everything to get Chaos' favorite son, even if he must destroy the purest being to do so......
Warnings: Shounen-ai/ Yoai: Yami/Yuugi maybe some Ryou/ Bakura. Het: Ron/Hermione. Slash: Harry/? Remus/Sirius. Blood, gore, adult themes, character death, and language.
Spoilers: PS, CoS, AoP, GoF, OotP, This is after fifth year, but there are some differences you will see them as they come.
/Hikari to Yami/
:: Yami to Hikari::
'Thoughts'
"Shadows speaking"
Flashbacks
Egyptian spell
Last Time
"How-how is he bringing back my Siri? I-I thought he was dead, I was so happy when we found his body, it was m-more than I had ever hoped for. I-I don't think I could stand it if I lost him again. What if whatever that child is doing doesn't work?" Remus watched as the soul of Sirius (which looked a lot like he did right after Harry had been born) reach out and grab the hands of the odd little boy.
"My Hikari is more powerful than you can imagine. He will bring your love back, even if it kills him." Yami gazed lovingly at Yuugi.
"W-what if it does kill him, what would you do?"
"I'd join him." The answer came without hesitation.
Harry Potter was nobody's pawn.
But to the Wizarding world that was just what he was, a pawn in an idiotic game of evil and good, dark and light, white and black. The green eyed wizard hadn't noticed it at first, but he was being played by the one that he had started to blindly trust. Dumbledore.
The aged wizard had been keeping things from him, important things that could have saved lives. He had justified it by saying that he wanted the younger wizard to have as normal as a child hood as he could get, but how could Harry have a normal childhood when he never had the offer of one in the first place?
Harry curled up into himself as he felt another bolt of pain ravage his body. Dumbledore knew how the Dursleys had treated him before Hogwarts, and the emerald eyed boy couldn't help but wonder if he knew how they were treating him now?
'Why would it matter, I am only good up until I defeat Voldemort, then I am expendable. Damn that stupid prophecy.'
Yami held on as long as he could, as he tried to make it back to the room that he and Yuugi had woken up in. All the trials that they had face within the last few days and hours were taking their toll on the dark's body. He was shoved from the Shadow Realm and onto the cold stone floor, unable to hold onto the material world, Yami's body faded and Yuugi slumped to the unforgiving ground.
Yuugi woke up long enough to watch as a portrait of a regal looking woman opened her mouth as if she were getting ready to scream.
Or yell.
Continuation
The old enchanted picture of the late Mrs. Black watched as two boys seemingly apperated into the curtain that was currently keeping her quiet. At first she had thought that the odd looking boys were some of the Order member's children, but she dismissed the thought as she watched the taller, darker boy disappear in a mist of darkness. Suddenly the curtains were pulled back as the smaller child tried to gain some type of bearing. This was another chance for the vindictive portrait to scream, yell, bellow, and in all disrupted the Order's work. Oh, what delight this would bring!
It was then that two, wide, amethyst eyes gazed up into her dark eyes. They were so innocent, Mrs. Black had never seen such eyes (save for when her distantly related niece had shown the older woman her new born boy many years earlier). The odd child was exhausted and bloodied; the portrait doubted very much that the order even knew that the boy was out and about. Pale skin was dirtied with soot and blood, his lips were parted in a pant, and his eyes began to close once again as he fell back to the ground.
A pang went threw her no existing heart. No one was around, and the people here couldn't take care of a flubberworm, much less a young boy. That decided her, the portrait would take care of the boy (with some help of that insane house elf, Kreacher). The odd boy was much to innocent to be corrupted by the Order's unrighteous thoughts and words, and he so reminded Mrs. Black of when her boy had still adored their family.........
"Kreacher!" The portrait called out gently (as so no one would hear her), but sternly.
With a slight snap, a crippled looking house elf appeared. He was dressed in rags, and bent over slightly. He shook as he said softly, "Yes Mistress?"
The woman in the painting nodded over to the boy and waved her hand. "Take this child to the Black's Grand Library, be sure to place him near my portrait so I may speak with him. Make him comfortable or you will regret it. Once you are done with that task, bring some healing potions, pepper-up potions, and anything else that would help him gain his energy back. You will not harm him in any way, is that under stood?"
"Y-yes, Mistress Black." Kreacher snapped his fingers and Yuugi was levitated in the air before both he and the house elf disappeared with a crack.
Mrs. Black smirked. The child was powerful, she didn't need to have a real body to know this, and he had at least some control over the shadows and that immediately placed him high up in power rank. Not even Voldemort could control them. This child would need her guidance and advice.
"DISGUSTING MUDBLOODS! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!" The late family patriarch announced as to not raise suspicion for when she would move to another frame. "Filthy blood-traitors! You will all get what you deserve!" Three, nameless, witches finally came down to seal the curtains that provided the necessary cover for the woman to slip out unnoticed.
The library that Mrs. Black had sent Kreacher and Yuugi to was an envy of many pure bloods. A grand room (was of largest in the house) had piles of books lined up along the walls, on book shelves place all around the room. A giant spiral stair case rose up to the second and third level, every space that could fill a book was covered. The books covered every aspect of magic, from charm to hexes, potions to herbology, wandless magic to wand magic, the white arts to the black arts, and even ancient curses that had long since been forgotten. There were even books on the pure-blood family lines, and biographies on influential witches and wizards.
Green, silver, and black upholstered chairs, sofas, and love seats were placed around the floors near fires or windows. Choosing a light green sofa that was placed near a currently unoccupied picture frame, Kreacher placed the small boy down. For an instant Kreacher disappeared before reappearing, this time holding vials of different colored liquids. Gently the house elf poured each potion down the boy's throat, rubbing it so the tri-colored boy wouldn't choke.
The old Black Patriarch walked into the frame, and sat down in one of the replicas of the chairs in the room. She watched as the house elf force fed the small angel restoration potions. Soon the oddly dressed boy would wake up and then they would speak. It had been so long since the older woman had any sort of civil conversation with another person, it was only through years of strict practice that Mrs. Black was able to stay still.
"Kreacher that is enough, any more and you might drown the poor boy." Kreacher jumped slightly, causing some of the potions to spill. With a loud squeak he picked up the vials, and begged for forgiveness. The portrait waved it off, and sent him on his way. The house elf left quietly.
"Stupid house elf." Mrs. Black muttered.
"Ngh." Startled slightly, Mrs. Black turned towards the stirring boy. He sat up genteelly, despite his bloodied look. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, the young boy yawned. The sight was almost too much for the older woman, who was reminded too much of how her son used to act. She cleared her throat to gain his attention.
Yuugi was dead on feet (more like dead on his knees). The resurrection had taken a lot out of him, and the violet eyed boy doubted that he would be able to walk straight for a few days. Yami had been taking them some where, and Yuugi could only surmise that it was back to the safety of their room. Obviously they hadn't made it. The last thing that the small boy remembered was falling, and a woman looking like she was about to yell.
Then the light could feel a wrinkled hand forcing some sorts of liquids down his throat, and from the after taste, Yuugi never wanted to drink them while he was fully conscious.
'This really has to stop. I am tired of being so defenseless." Yuugi thought to himself as he yawned. Strangely his mind was dead tired, but his body seemed like it had been resting for a few weeks. He blinked lazily as he heard some one clear their throat.
Yuugi's already wide eyes, widened even more as he watched a woman smirking at –no, to- him. This woman though was part of a painting, and she was moving!
He took his head in to his hands. 'Things just keep getting weirder and weirder.'
"Are you quiet alright boy?" The woman's voice was surprisingly soft and gentle for such a fierce looking woman. He vaguely remembered watching some people trying to 'make the damn hag shut up'; Yuugi assumed that this was that 'hag'.
He shook the thoughts out of his head. Amethyst eyes looked with dark ones, as Yuugi searched the portrait's 'soul'. Deciding that she could be trusted (just not fully), Yuugi answered her question. "I am not quite sure if alright is the right word. It is more like overwhelmed, confused, and lost. Can you perhaps tell me where I am?"
There was no strange look that Yuugi had been expecting. "You are currently in the Black's Mansion, London, England."
"I'M IN ENGLAND!?" Yuugi couldn't help but yell out. He was thousands of miles from home, injured, weak, and he had very little memories of how he got there.
"No need to shout lad. I am Mrs. Black, the last of the main Black family." She stood up regally and bowed.
Calming down, the young boy introduced himself, "I am Mouto Yuugi from Domino, Japan."
"I knew it! I knew you were related to the Mouto family! The men in your family have the same unique hairstyle!" Mrs. Black exclaimed. The Mouto family was well known in the pureblood circles.
".........do you know my family?" came the timid reply.
"Of course! The Mouto Family is one of the best known curse breakers in the pureblood line. In fact I knew Mouto Kyo, he and I went to Hogwarts together, though he transferred out in our fifth year." A small smile graced the cold woman's lips at the memory. "He was a fine man, 'tis a shame of how he died."
"C-can you tell me? My grandfather never spoke of any of our relatives, at least since my father died." Yuugi crossed his legs over each other, and gave the woman his 'puppy dog eyes'.
"Of course! You never hear children these days wanting to know about family history, not even the noble history that we share. These days it is all about Quidditch, and the newest Witch Weekly. I think that you and I will get along very nicely Yuugi." Mrs. Black seemed grateful that the boy wanted to know more about his family history. He was the child she always wanted! "But first we need to get you out of those bloody clothes. Kreacher!"
Once again Kreacher appeared, but this time he was carrying a bundle of clothing. Mrs. Black ordered the insane house elf to help dress Yuugi. Violet eyes shone with distrust of the house elf, but he knew that if the painting had wanted to hurt the light then she would have already done so. Yuugi aloud Kreacher to remove his outer clothing in favor of the light violet satin (sleeveless) tunic and ebony pants.
"Much better." said the proper woman. "You will find more clothing of this style and more, once you return to your room." The small boy nodded his thanks.
"Now, I shall tell you about your family history, but where shall I start? The Mouto family line is an old one, though not as old as the Black or Malfoy line."
"The beginning is always a good place to start ma'am." Yuugi said shyly.
Mrs. Black looked startled. Just as Yuugi was about to apologize for his cheek, the late woman said, "Oh, what a sense of wit you have, very well the beginning it is."
Yuugi was entranced as he listened to the woman speak about his family. His grandfather had been reluctant about talking about his family since Yuugi's father had died. It was after Yuugi and Yami had met that Grandfather had forbidden the Hikari to ask about them in exchange for letting Yami stay with his grandson. It had been an easy choice for the still lonely boy. Now he was getting to hear about how his family had been in the curse breaking business and they had made quite a bit of money; but then Yuugi's great grandfather and father had been killed in the rise of Voldemort, causing Sugoroku to leave the Wizarding world and bring a pregnant Miaka Mouto with him.
Mrs. Black seemed to have a way with words as the very same words wrapped around the small boy like a warm blanket. Soon the small, angelic, boy was sleeping on the soft couch, with his head resting on the arm, while the rest of his body was stretched out along the couch.
Mrs. Black smiled at the sight. It had been a while since the cold woman had smiled so much. Her son was still a baby then. Yes, this child was bringing out the best in the woman, but the only one who would get her affection was the small boy. That is unless the boy begged and begged, then she would never be able to deny him.
The wind was blowing against his skin and robes. It was cold, uncommonly so for the warm summers that this area was accustomed too. Even in all the customary layers that his kind was known to wear before they were mated, he could still feel the unwavering chill of the north wind. He was high in the sky, soaring above the sleeping individuals of the town below. Beautiful demon like wings pushed against the wind currents to keep him aloft.
He was on a mission.
Pale eyes flashed in the dark sky, any human who may have been able to catch a glimpse of them would have dismissed as the twinkling stars. It was near midnight, the moon high in the sky was partially covered by mere wisps of clouds. The night was perfect for the man; it concealed him from his intended and the moonlight gave him strength. He was after all one of the night's children, and as such the darkness would bend to his will. He was not a shadow master, as of yet anyway, but he could use the shadows to conceal his form or for mild protection.
The pale man beat his leathery wings harder, gaining speed and height. The bewitching hour was on hand and once it passed, he would only have a few moments to get into the room that housed his intended. His pale eyes scanned the houses below him, and it wasn't until he got to a neighbor hood where every house looked the same that he descended.
Ebony and red gleaming wings tucked around his body, making him gain speed and spiral down to the harsh ground. The wind blew harshly against his pale skin; his hood had been pushed away revealing beautiful long moonshine hair that was pulled into a low pony tail with a black leather strap. His descent stop suddenly as he unrivalled his large wings, catching the air under neither him and making him hover in the air. He had stopped just above a window, like any other in the neighborhood, though the peculiar thing about this window was that it was cased behind steel bars.
The young demon smirked as he drew closer to the window, showing two gleaming fangs. Inside, behind those bars was his intended. His intended, for whom he would kill every wizard and man to be near, and his intended, for whom a fiery hate had been held in his heart. The demon loved and hated his intended at the same time. How could he not? Like most demons, he had been taught to hate the light and all that stood for it. Like most demons he had been taught that the only true lord was the Dark Lord. Lord Voldemort.
Unlike most demons though, his mate had turned out to be one of the light. His mate, the only one he would ever crave, was a fighter for the light. Not just any fighter, oh no, he was the savior of the light. How this poor demon was cursed. The beautiful demon has heard of the very few other demons, a werewolf and another vampire like himself, who had decided to mate with one of the light. The werewolf's mate had been sent to a horrible dimension before being forced to give his in a soul sacrificing ceremony that had failed. The vampire was forced to watch as wife and only child were tortured by the Dark Lord, before the vampire was forced to kill his family himself. The vampire had never gotten over it, and since then he had been a 'faithful' potions master and spy for Voldemort.
'Damn it!' the young vampire thought. He knew the consequences for his love and his hate. He could kill his beloved and please the Dark Lord, but in doing so he would be ripping out apart of his very soul. Another choice would be to renounce the Dark Lord and love his mate, but then the Voldemort would send out assassins to kill the pale vampire and any offspring that he and his mate might have. It would be easy for the Dark Lord to kill the vampire, even though he was as of yet a legitimate member of the Death Eaters. A simple poison that Voldemort held would insure the most painful death (aside from killing his mate himself) for the vampire.
The pale young man pushed those thoughts out of head. Now was not the time to think about what was to come, now was the time to simply watch his intended mate. Soon the wards that protected the house that his intended lived in would be weakened (though not enough for a normal witch or wizard to notice) and he would be able to slip inside to heal his mate. The time was short, only three minutes before the alarm would sound and a flank of Order members would surround the house.
The time was close, only a few more seconds.
Ten... ....
Beautiful crimson and ebony wings held him stead as he began to weave shadow and magic alike around him.
Nine.....
Shadows wrapped themselves around his body, leaving only glowing silver eyes to be seen.
Eight.......
The young demon took out his wand and began to do the required movement to place a silencing spell.
Seven.......
The soft words of the spell fell from his lips.
Six....
Closing his silver eyes, the demon concentrated on making himself intangible.
Five....
A cold, liquid-y, feeling went threw his whole body and he knew that he would be able to pass through the bars and glass.
Four....
He just had to wait a little longer.
Three....
Only a bit more time left.
Two...
Almost there.
One.
The demon shot threw the steel bars and glass, not making a sound as he went into the room.
Silver eyes quickly searched the small bedroom and found his intended resting with his back against the wall and his legs pulled up to his chest. Even in the dark the vampire could see the burses and bleeding cuts that adorned his chest (as the young human had no shirt on). A loud growl escaped the pale demon's throat, only for it to be engulfed by the silencing spell.
'How dare those damn muggles touch him?! He is mine! They will pay for this; I vow it here and now. Those bastard muggles and those damnable wizards that leave him here!' The vampire walked over to the sleeping wizard. Cold silver eyes softened as they saw the small human breathe, though he knew it had to hurt.
Bringing his clawed hand upon the flat chest of his intended, the vampire dragged his nails across the skin lightly. The dark creature was injecting a sleeping poison into his mate, this way the human would sleep and know of his dark savior, but as a result of the poison the young wizard would get odd flashes of the past and the future.
Blood red lips were pulled into a slight smile, as the sound of deep breathing filled the hyper sensitive ears of the demon. The pale vampire sat on the bed and pulled the young wizard into his lap. A small part of the vampire was demanding that he suck the boy dry and leave him to die, but he ignored it as he cradled the young wizards head in his arm.
Silky, wild, ebony hair spilled over the vampire's arm; a vivid lighting bolt scar on the wizard's forehead labeled him as the savior of the Wizarding World, Harry Potter. The vampire ran his clawed fingers over the boy's scar; he could feel the heat escaping from it, it told him that Harry was more than likely having a nightmare about the Dark Lord.
'He's mine! He'll never belong to you!' His thoughts were overly possessive as he held his mate tighter to him. His fingers danced over his eyes, high cheek bones, small nose, and beautiful pink lips. It was easy to tell why so many witches and wizards alike wanted the boy in their beds, but he would never be theirs. Harry Potter was his, his to protect, his to punish, his to love. The famous wizard belonged to the vampire; he just didn't know it yet.
The dark creature cleared his thoughts again, time was running out and he still needed to heal the boy.
Bringing Harry's face closer to his, the vampire bit his tongue allowing blood to flow freely into his mouth. With no hesitation, blood red lips fell onto the bright pink lips of the young human in his arms. The demon's blood flooded the youth's mouth, and he swallowed it reflexively. The pale vampire had done this many times before; he knew that he if he had not then his mate would have died long ago from the broken bones, head trauma, and blood loss from the cut that adorned his arms. Giving his blood to Harry gave him (Harry) the ability to heal faster, breathe easier, and produce more blood. If the vampire tried to use the magical way of healing that had been installed into him since he was young, then his magical signature was be all over the boy and the demon would be discovered.
It also felt really good to kiss his mate, even if his mate would never know.
Author's Note: I know that it is short, but if I don't leave it here then I wouldn't have been able to post this until next week!
Review Response:
Skittles the Sugar Fairy
2004-10-11
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Yes, I would totally believe you. Thats how I write. Its the best way to write. You get so much wonderful chaos and twists that way! And you are so right on about Yuugi-chan and Yami-kun. They BELONG together. Besides, aren't they like each half of a soul? How could you possibly live with only half of your soul? Light and Dark...so yah...how could you not want to be with that other person for the rest of your life?
UPDATE!
And just so yah know, you've been on my Author Alert for a while but now you're going on the all around faves. Which is cool cause its hard to get on my list. So feel proud!
And Yay possesive Yami!
Can't wait for the next chapter! Please hurry and be inspired to write!
YAY!! I do feel proud, so very, very proud. I agree with you about Yami n' Yuugi too, I think that since their soul was split apart then who ever their soul mate use to be isn't any more because they are no longer one soul, thus Yuugi and Yami have one soul together.
Pharaoh Atemu's Angel
2004-10-11
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yay you updated i loved this chapter and the plot is beginning to thicken somewhat. awesome job and cant wait for more possessivness from the pharaoh and his bloody vengence upon those who harm his hikari and also what is to come of Yugi's new strengths and such with the werewolf blood, update again soon i wish to read more.
Yami is going to become very possessive around chapter six or seven, once Harry goes to join the rest of the gang any way. Yuugi's strength will come up in the next few chapters, but the full moon won't be until they reach Hogwarts.
tiger witch
2004-10-11
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cool so yugi is going to have werewovle sences but he will not trancform but on full-moon he will be restless or moody or somthing!
poor yami almost lost his love and whats up with the darkness attacking yugi i mean yami IS the master of shadows!
but ya
UPDATE SOON!
Moody....... That kinda explains it, maybe lusty would be a better word. .
Amber Eyes23
2004-10-12
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How cute. I just love Yami acting like that. Its so sad and very very cute. Nice chapter, although I must admit. VERY EVIL CLIFFIE! sigh Oh well. I'll live, just as long as you continue updating. Your story is on my faves list. Its been there since chapter two. Well, good luck with the next chapter.
Well, this chapter didn't have an evil cliffy.... Wait.... reads through chapter HOLLY SHIT THIS ONE DIDN'T END IN A CLIIFY!!! dead
Sierra-Falls
2004-10-12
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Eh, slow and steady progress, even with your evil cliffies, is still better than none at all. But possessive Yami is just deliciously cute, and you've picked a cross that I find myself very happily enjoying. Slow, measured chappies are even more appreciated since you take the time to thoroughly flesh them and your ideas out.
But please, continue continue! Hopefully we'll get another update in the near future, ne?
I am glad that you enjoy my story! I think that Yami is always delicious, but him being possessive makes it even better!
Sansi
2004-10-12
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Ok I only know I few words.
but biAw means - mine
Kkwy means Yami or dakness
ne? But I forgot which language. sweatdrop
I like the idea of this fic, though I don't really know much about HP! Oh well great work!
You are right about the meaning of the words, and it is ancient Egyptian. It's okay if you don't know much about Harry Potter, most of it I know from websites and other fanfics.
The Chaotic Ones
2004-10-12
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Chaos: I made the kit myself. Its got all sorts of intresting things in it. you already know about the cotton candy, but as for the rest... sore wa Himitsu Desu.
Jef: Uhuh... whatever. We LIKE this story. However the cliffie is rather anoying.
Angel: who cares? write more soon, and I'll givew you Chaos's torture kit.
Aaries: she said she already has one, remember. Oh well, here you can have these instead ((gives you cute yami and Yugi plushies from Dark Legacy)) Have fun and write more soon please!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEE!!! hugs plushies until they squeak I LOVE THEM!!
Zelda Saturn Mistress
2004-10-12
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-bows to you on bended knee while you sit on a golden throne-
You are truly the decendent of Ra...There are no more words for me to say to express the joy I feel in my heart right now. -dies of happyness-
Alice
Bwahahahaha!! All bow down to my power!! trips and falls off throne to death XD
Phoenix Fire-Feather
2004-10-12
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Hello. I just found your story and I really really enjoy it. I'm a big fan of YGO/HP x-overs - I have read both of your insiration stories, and I'm glad that this is going to a different way. Hope you update soon.
Oh, can I add you to my C2 archieve? It's "The Hogwarts Library", for YGO/HP x-overs. Come visit some time!
I would be eternally grateful if you added me to your C2!
Towairaito Zoon
2004-10-12
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o.O O.o oo interesting..
Thank you! .
jak'idiot
2004-10-13
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hey..realy good still so who is he going to tell dumbuldor or harry humm.. and i know that i ask a lot of stupid questions in my revews its wat i do bu just cos i ask dusent mean tat u hav to answer its just me beaing me. but this is realy good and it probably helps to wright a vaige plot a little less vaige than go 2 hp world stuff happens happaly ever after or mass charicter death up to you im babbaling arnt i.. yep.. bye..
That isn't a stupid question, actually I am surprised that someone else hasn't asked about it earlier. Remus will tell Harry, but that will be within the next two chapters.
Sakia Ishida
2004-10-15
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Yup I am not kidding you ARE my fave authoress and ur story is on my fave list...luv your new update and hope that the next chapter would come out soon... . yugi/yami & sirus/remus Rocks all the way!! ja ne hope to hear from u soon !
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!! I love being on people's favorites!!!
Curtis Zidane Ziraa
2004-10-19
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Ah! Agst lover! RUN! No like sad endings and too much agnst. If I want that, I can go watch my parents fight. BAI!
Don't worry this story will have a happy ending! I know how you feel about your parents by the way.
Shi Rurouni of the Aphrodesiac
2004-10-25
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can't for more. I ADORE yaoi. And though i prefer Remus/Snape, I will stand Remus/Siri for this fic, simply because you rock.
Another Yaoi lover?! YES!!! WE MUST TAKE OVER THE WORLD AND RID IT OF HOMOPHOBIA!!!
Skye-Chan 12
2004-10-29
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AH NO! I want the next chapter! whats going to hapin! oh, uber chapter and I will wait untill u update egerly!
I hope that you like this chapter as much (if not more than) you love the others!
Hathors-Favorite
2004-11-05
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O.O By RA, get your ass up and update lady! I need more good crossovers! -starts twitching and her Eviler Twin pops up-
Eviler Twin: whips out her chainsaw Let the fun begin!!
In the perverted world that is the mind of the Geminidragon chainsaw is read as chain whip perverted Hispanic descent kinky mind anyway a very, VERY, perverted thought about whips..... Gemini is blushing right now...
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