I'd apologise for the delay but at this point it's getting to be a platitude. I've been a bit busy, with the whole 'getting into university' thing, and also going on holiday. I'm off to uni pretty soon, and I have no idea what the workload is like, but I'm going to try and keep writing at least (although I can't promise anything during Freshers, where I'm planning on get repeatedly drunk).
As I've said before, I have no idea how to write four year olds so apologies if this is fantastically unrealistic.
Also, you might have noticed, we now have a story cover thingy made by yours truly. I think it's pretty cool, what do you think?
Disclaimer: Narnia belongs to the estate of C.S Lewis. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling. Various original characters are mine.
Warnings: Violence (we finally earn the T-rating people), including violence against small children and sentient animals.
Harry's lessons proper resumed a week and a half after Christmas although he'd seen both his tutors and Chordata before that to give them their cards and ask what certain words from his new book meant, when he could find them. Both his teachers assured him that he was doing well and promised to let him have more goes at using a quill since he'd been good with it for doing the Christmas labels. The rest of winter passed easily and soon the snow began melting, turning the grass to mud and the rain caused a number of colds. The only ones who were happy about this were the dryads and naiads, who became more boisterous as their trees put out new leaves and shook off the last of winter or their rivers and streams became swollen with snow melt. Though Narnia winters could be brutal and bitter they didn't last as long as they once had, a legacy of the magic used to turn the land to rights again. It was scarcely a few days after the last of the snow around Cair Paravel (save that on some of the uppermost rooftops) had melted that Harry had asked if he might learn to ride now.
The riding lessons, conducted by whichever of the Pevensies was free, had been going for about two weeks when a Bluebird came flying to Cair Paravel bearing grave news. A village, toward the Narnian border with Ettinsmoor had been sacked by the remains of the Witch's army, they'd swept down from the moors and mountains where they'd evidently been hiding for some time and killed everyone in the village.
"We'll ride north immediately," Peter said and the four of them had all whisked off to begin preparation for taking a sizeable army north. The Bluebird had had no idea what their numbers had been and if they had returned to the moors then it would take a substantial force to rout them.
"We can't all go," Susan said, when they held a council of war before dinner started and Harry arrived.
"We've got to," said Edmund, "we'll have to split our forces into two at least, you'll have to take the archers Susan and we'll need you and your cordial Lucy. There can't be that many of them and it shouldn't take that long."
"I agree with Ed," said Peter, "I know you hate this sort of thing Susan but there's nobody I'd trust more to command the archers."
"I wasn't thinking of that," said Susan, though it was true that she hated war, "it's just we'd have to leave Harry behind."
"The quicker we can get there and defeat them the less time we'll be away from him," said Peter, "we need to tell him tonight anyway."It was then that Harry pushed open the door and trotted in, from the spots of ink flecking his hands he'd been practicing his writing. The grin on his face slowly fell away as he looked at the solemn expressions of the Pevensies.
"Harry," Peter said as soon as the boy was sat at the table, "we're all going to have to go away for a bit, but we'll be back in about a week."
"Why?" said Harry, looking worried.
"Some very bad people did some very bad things and we've got to go and stop them," Susan said carefully.
"Oh," said Harry, he proceeded to pay more attention to his dinner than any of them and left the table without saying goodnight.
Because of the bustle of organising a small army for this kind of trip none of the four monarchs saw Harry until late morning, when they were mounting up to leave and he was brought out by Ixinia to say his goodbyes. Harry was surprised to see that they were all wearing chainmail tunics, Susan and Lucy had bows and arrows strapped to their backs and daggers at their belts, Peter and Edmund had their swords strapped across their backs. Despite that, once they saw him, they all came over to say their goodbyes to Harry, hugging him tightly despite the mail. Harry had been surprised when Lucy's mount has asked very politely if someone might adjust the girth because the buckle was digging into her ribs, from all he'd been told Horses weren't to be ridden. He and Ixinia stayed outside, watching as the group rode away before his lesson started. He'd asked her where they were going and she'd found him a map, pointing out the village the Bluebird had talked of.
The constant reassurances that their majesties would be back were making him nervous, why did everyone have to keep saying they would definitely come back if they were going to come back? Maybe...maybe they weren't going to come back at all, maybe they didn't want him anymore and would leave him behind like his parents had. Only this time he was old enough to follow them and make sure. It was easy enough to slip down to the stables and find Steadfast's tack. Getting it on the pony was a different matter and the girth and saddle cloth were horribly twisted when he managed to shove the saddle onto Steadfast's back from the top of the mounting block. From there it was easy enough to get the bridle on and to do up all the buckles, which he'd been taught how to do during his first lesson. Then all he had to do was go to the kitchen and ask for a late picnic lunch cross early dinner, which he was easily given since in the absence of the rest of the royal family he ate on his own. He ran up to his room to take his favourite book and toy but he didn't stay there too long, worried about being caught by Caprasia.
Fortunately nobody was around the stable when he came back with his loot and he carefully put the book and the toy in the sack he'd gotten his neatly wrapped food in. He slung it across his back and led Steadfast out of the stall, hauling the mounting block with him. In the main aisle of the stable he tried to mount Steadfast, managing it on the third attempt – he was lucky to have a pony who didn't mind having such an inexperienced rider on him. Once he was on and his feet were in the stirrups Steadfast trotted out of the stables and down through the town, he was recognised but not stopped since everyone knew the Prince was allowed to wander around as he chose and he'd never caused trouble before. Nobody stopped him even as he left the town and headed down towards the forest. Even for someone who had no experience of hunting or tracking anything, it was easy enough to find the trail the army had left since the ground, still soft and muddy from the melted snow and early spring rains, was torn up from dozens of pairs of hooves in an easy to follow line. Still, Harry slowed Steadfast to a walk so he didn't lose the trail and they plodded onward.
By late evening Cair Paravel was in chaos. Harry was missing and nobody knew when he'd left, since it was only when Caprasia asked after Harry (since he wasn't in his bedroom) that the fuss started. It quickly spread around, the palace staff who were still there joined the search and he wasn't anywhere to be found in the castle. By this point it was far too dark to go outside looking. Somebody sent a Bird to the Owls and a flock of them circled Cair Paravel and the town with their night eyes to see if they could find him, when they couldn't it was hoped that he'd simply gone home with a friend and ended up staying or worried that he'd been kidnapped like Prince Cor. Either way nobody had a particularly restful night.
Harry wasn't exactly having the best night of his life either, eventually he'd had to stop and he'd left the forest behind a couple of hours ago moving out into open scrubland. There wasn't anything to tie Steadfast too and he couldn't see to get the pony's saddle or bridle off, so he tucked the reins through the bit that went behind the pony's ears and hope for the best. He sat down, legs aching, and opened the sack, pulling out a roll, some cold meat and cheese, making sure he left some for later but wishing he'd brought a blanket. And a pillow. And some way of making fire (and he wished he knew how to make a fire). As such he spent a very cold and uncomfortable night on the open ground with only his clothes for cover. Though the early spring days were warm enough the nights could get very cold and Harry was shaking. He barely slept, listening to all the noises of the night and all the creatures that could eat you.
The rising of the sun next morning woke him ridiculously early, leaving him bleary and feeling horrible. He was dirty from the ground he'd slept on and stiff from the riding yesterday, he added a change of clothes to the list of things that he really wanted right now. Maybe he could go back to Cair Paravel and get them and then go and find the Pevensies. He thought about it seriously for a minute and decided to go on; he didn't want them to leave him more than he wanted to be clean and comfortable. He sat up and looked around for Steadfast, only to find the pony munching on grass not that far away from him and sighed happily, if he had to go on foot he wouldn't have been able to continue. It took a few minutes of stretching to get everything working without complaining before he got up and tried to catch his pony. Evidently the night being wild, and being left in the saddle, had made Steadfast a little frisky and less mellow than usual so it took a bit of running after him to catch onto the bridle and pull the reins out of the bridle bit so he could get a better hold on the pony. He picked up the sack and slung it over his shoulder before trying to get on Steadfast again. Without the mounting block giving him a bit of extra height he had to literally climb up the pony's side to get on and deal with the pony's restless shifting as he did so.
Several miles ahead of Harry the actual war-party was also already awake. They'd all had bedrolls and pillows (and in Lucy's case some of the Dogs had slept around her providing extra warmth) and there were new clothes for the four Pevensies to change into before they put their chainmail tunics back on and strapped their weapons back on.
"Do you suppose Harry is alright without us?" Lucy said to Susan over a quick breakfast.
"I'm sure he's fine, he's probably feeling better than we are," Susan replied as she checked over her bow. They hadn't had any big battles after Beruna, only a few skirmishes with the Witch's supporters that had died off in the last year or so and Susan found that she disliked killing more and more. Shooting for the sole purpose of shooting was well and good, she enjoyed the moments when it was just her, the target and the bow and the whole world fell away but when that ended in the death of another she had trouble with it. Lucy at least had her healing cordial to balance out the killing she did, something Susan had been against (her little sister had barely been eight at Beruna and now was only twelve and a half, she shouldn't be killing anything but Lucy had insisted that she needed to do her part to defend her country). All too soon it was time to mount up and continue onwards, those who could get their quicker had gone ahead as scouts to make sure that no other villages were in danger of being sacked and an Eagle had flown back to report that despite a nearby village's attempts at defence a couple of Wolves had been sighed sniffing around at its borders.
"Do you think we could gallop for a few miles?" Peter said to the Horse he rode. The general consensus of the party was that they could speed up for a bit certainly and the group sped up, hooves and paws churning up the soft ground.
Harry hadn't slept much off of the trail so it was easy to find it again, nudging Steadfast into a bumpy trot and trying to move with it like he'd been taught rather than just being jolted up and down. It didn't help that the muscles in his legs were complaining horrendously at being forced back into such an awkward position, especially after being subjected to it for hours the day before. The open scrubland wasn't particularly interesting and he hadn't encountered any animals or any water. Yesterday they'd spent a good hour or so riding next to the great river and Steadfast had been able to drink his fill but they hadn't encountered so much as a stream today. Harry carefully let go of the reins to manoeuvre the sack carrying his food around to his front to get out the half-full wineskin of apple juice and drank from it. Steadfast was probably thirsty too but he wasn't sure if he should give the pony apple juice, or how someone might feed a pony from a wineskin.
By late morning they'd reached the village and some of the Dogs they'd brought began scenting around for the Wolves the Eagle had reported. A Hawk, one of the scouts who'd stayed behind at the village, came down to direct them to the more recent sightings while the rest of the small army set about helping the villagers. Spare swords were lent out and an impromptu lesson on the basics of how to use a sword began in the village's square. They were fortunate in that most of the villagers; made up of fauns, satyrs, a few dwarfs and a family of Hares were healthy and able to fight if given weapons. The dwarfs came forward and offered their home as somewhere those who would not be able to fight, being either too young or too old, could stay. When Edmund examined it he found it well situated, solidly built and easy to defend. The doors and window shutters had metal strips across them and the windows themselves were small. The roof, made of wood instead of thatches, was also punctuated by metal strips holding it together.
"We do get some terrible storms up here during the winter," the dwarf, who had introduced herself as Airom, said. She showed him how one might bar the doors and windows from the inside making it much harder to get into.
"Your home is wonderful," said Edmund, despite his knees beginning to hurt from kneeling, "though I must ask how you got so much wood?"
"We used to live up in caves in Ettinsmoor during the Great Winter with some of the others from the village," said Airom,"but once that was broken we moved back down here into Narnia and...well...some trees didn't survive it being winter for so long sir. We made sure to ask the dryads and if they told us the trees were dead we cut 'em down. The more west you go, the closer to where her castle was, the more dead trees you find. And if they weren't dead they were just as good as, working for her. But we only took the dead ones and we built this village."
"Commendable of you dear lady. Well your home is certainly defensible and you're willing to let the young and the old stay in here?" said Edmund, shuffling out of the door so he might stand up.
"Of course sir," Airom looked slightly offended.
Midday came and the villagers and the army pooled food for a decent meal before they went to hunt down their foes. The Dogs had returned to the village with news of where they'd tracked the rag-tag group too and the leader, Howl (a nickname so given because his true name was a mixture of barks, growls and a long howl, not something a human could say quickly or with any sense of dignity), had made several comments on the odour of minotaurs. That had caused a quick meeting since Minotaurs were strong and hard to kill and they'd have to adjust their plans for one or two. Howl hadn't been able to confirm if there was more than one, just that they stunk, since the Dogs hadn't dared to get too close to the cave they were hiding in, lest the Wolves decide to come out and attack them.
Though the square was silent, save for the sounds of eating, nobody heard or saw the guards posted outside the village proper fall.
With the sun high overhead Harry finally caught sight of the village. That was good, he was hungry and so was Steadfast. It had only taken a couple of hours after getting up for him to get hungry enough to eat the rest of his supply of food, something which he was regretting now as his stomach complained more. Steadfast seemed to be flagging as well, especially since they'd sped up once the tracks got deeper to try and keep up. They'd fallen back to a trot after a while, but a faster one than they'd been going at even if Harry had to cling on to the reins harder to stop himself falling off.
The village was within easy sight, he could see the large group of people between the houses, when he saw creatures coming towards it. A faun, standing outside the village fell silently with an arrow sticking out of him and the creatures charged into the village proper. Sudden terror struck Harry and he kicked Steadfast hard, startling the pony into an all out gallop. He'd never galloped before and grabbed a handful of the pony's mane to keep himself on. He had to get to that village.
The first Wolf leapt on a sitting faun, snapping her neck with a twist of its jaws and disengaging to plunge into the next victim only to be met with a centaur's iron clad hooves to its face, smashing its skull. More came through the gaps between the houses, taking down creatures in the process of getting up. Susan's first arrow hit home in the ribs of another Wolf, Lucy's skimmed a goblin and she growled before nocking another. A ghoul and a Wolf had cornered some of the Hares against one of the houses and Peter ran across the crowded battlefield and plunging Rhindon through the back of the Wolf's neck, pulling it out to strike at the ghoul who darted backward to avoid it – dropping a young dead Hare from its claws. Peter took a step toward it, stumbling over the Wolf's body only for the ghoul to fly at him, it hit his left arm. Its weight forcing his arms back, Rhindon was behind its body. Its yellow teeth snapped inches away from his face. The rancid breath made him choke, its claws raking the chainmail on his back as he tried to push it away. Suddenly it became deadweight, falling away, and Peter saw Edmund pull his sword from its back. Together they headed back into the battle.
The archers had formed up with their backs against a house and let loose arrows when they could be sure to hit a foe. They didn't see the Wolf who'd clawed his way onto the roof of the house until he landed on the back of the centaur archer, claws digging into the weak points of his armour. With a shout the centaur reared, trying to throw the unwanted passenger off but the Wolf clung on, claws hooked under the armour. The other archers dived out of the way as the centaur hit the ground, rolling on top of the wolf to a series of sickening cracks.
Then the Minotaurs entered the village. The Dogs, baying for blood after killing a Wolf, leapt on one of the three. It struck out wildly with its battle-axe, hitting one in the ribs and knocking two or three more off, only for them to jump back on. One tore at the back of its legs, jaws slathered in blood as with a roar the Minotaur hit the ground, a tendon severed, only to be torn at by the rest of the Dogs. Edmund, having been separated from Peter shortly after finding him, found himself face to face with a minotaur while the last one engaged a centaur. The brute struck out with its mace, catching Edmund's sleeve even as he dodged and leaving a serious dent in the ground when it missed. He struck out, catching its side a glancing blow before he had to launch himself backwards as the mace whistled through the air at head height. Lucy, spotting that her brother was in trouble, nocked an arrow and shot. It hit the Minotaur in the side of the shoulder, letting Edmund slash the creature's chest. The blade bit deep and came away bloody but, though he could see the blood now matting its light brown fur, it had no effect. Lucy had no time to help her brother any further as a goblin had gotten close enough to slash through her bowstring; she cast away the bow and drew her dagger. The shot didn't seem to have much effect either, the minotaur still wielded the mace with just as much power as it swung it in a series of wide arcs, designed to drive Edmund back or else disembowel him. He tried catching the swinging mace with his sword only to find himself greatly outmatched in terms of strength, he disengaged momentarily and backed away further, his sword arm aching.
It was to a courtyard filled with death and blood that Harry arrived. Steadfast was blowing hard, exhausted from the sprint at the end of a long ride, and Harry was thrown enough off balance by the rather sudden stop to go over Steadfast's shoulder and land on the ground. Most were paying more attention to their own struggle for life or death to notice the arrival of one little boy, only a Wolf gorging on a dead faun smelt the new meat. She came stalking towards Harry, who was struggling to get up after having the breath knocked out of him, and though Steadfast was worn from the journey prey instincts took over and he ran. A tiny human, all soft and small, would be better than a pony who stunk of sweat and still had its thick winter coat, the Wolf decided and bent down to drag her next meal away from the rest. Only to be nailed in the base of the head by Susan's arrow. It collapsed on top of Harry, weight driving what little breath he'd regained from his lungs. Susan ran over and dragged him out from under the Wolf's carcass. She pulled him behind a house, away from the sight of battle.
"Stay here," she said, voice hard.
Edmund prodded the Minotaur with the butt of a spear he was using as an impromptu crutch to make sure it was really dead. Though he'd managed to inflict several deep wounds, plus Lucy's arrow, it had just kept on going until a second arrow, this time a stray one had given him enough time to slash out at its legs taking it down. It had still caught him a surprise blow to the thigh with the mace, though it hadn't had enough leverage or power to cause any serious damage (or at least he hoped so) right before he'd plunged his sword through its chest. The battle had died down, with those who were fit too pursuing the fleeing enemy. Those who weren't too badly injured went between the bodies, differentiating comrade from foe and the living from the dead.
Already Lucy was running wherever she was hailed, administering her cordial to those in greatest danger first and working her way up to those who were still standing. She ignored minor injuries, focusing only on the ones which could not be healed through any other method. She cornered Edmund and insisted on setting his leg to rights, apart from that he only had a couple of scratches, which meant that by the time Peter returned from the rout the entire surviving army was on their feet. Some were moving the bodies of the enemy outside the village proper and laying out fallen friends in the square. About three dozen (36) were dead of the hundred the Pevensies had brought from the Cair and the villagers who had numbered just over two score (40).
Once Lucy had finished healing she joined her brothers and sister, curious as to why Susan was looking so grim. When she beckoned them to follow her they did, without question, thinking she'd discovered another victim, only to find when they rounded the edge of a house that a very grubby, very tired and slightly bloody Harry sitting with his back against the wall. The three Pevensies stared down at the little boy who refused to meet their eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Edmund managed to say after a moment. Harry had had people looking after him, he should have been able to wander off let alone follow them for two days and turn up on a battlefield.
"Didn't want you to leave," Harry mumbled. He'd blown it, they were angry with him and now they'd never stay and he'd have to go back to the Dursleys after all. Lucy fell to her knees and hugged him, which surprised him a little.
"We wouldn't have left if we'd the choice," she said, hugging him tighter despite the chainmail, "we had to stop those people doing worse than what they did here."
As the adrenaline of battle began to wear off the other three Pevensies sat down behind the house, Lucy let Harry go a little but kept her arms around her.
"How did you get here?" Susan said.
"I rode," said Harry, still quiet and still refusing to meet anyone's eyes.
"Where's Steadfast now?" Lucy said, she didn't think she'd seen Harry's pony around but the battle and clean up had been rather hectic.
"I think the wolf scared him off," Harry said.
"Wolf!" the three who hadn't seen the Wolf try to eat Harry exclaimed.
"I killed it," Susan said, "but not before it nearly had him."
"Harry," Peter said solemnly, "you could have been killed, you've probably worried a lot of people and you might have lost your pony."
"I know," said Harry, beginning to cry quietly, "I'll go back to the Dursleys if you want me too."
"No"
"Never"
"I won't let you"
"No," all four spoke at once and Lucy tightened her arms around Harry.
"We don't want you to go Harry," Peter continued, speaking deliberately and in a calm tone "but you scared us and you could have gotten yourself hurt. We're angry with you because we care about you and we don't want you hurt, that's why you were supposed to stay behind."
"Oh," said Harry in a very small voice, looking up for the first time, "I'm sorry."
"That's okay," said Susan, "but you're going to have to apologise to the people at Cair Paravel and you won't be riding Steadfast for a while," she looked at her siblings to see if they agreed and got surreptitious nods from the other three. None of them wanted to be too harsh because of what Harry had seen, the reason he'd come after them and the fact that he was still sort of operating under his former system of more than slightly abusive punishments. That and he seemed genuinely remorseful and guilty.
It was just then when a centaur stuck his head around the edge of the house
"I was told I might find Your Majesties," he noticed Harry sitting next to Lucy and hastily added, "and Your Highness, around here. A couple of the Dogs just brought a pony back to the village. Would I be right in thinking it is Prince Harry's pony?"
"Yes," said Susan, "do make sure he gets fed and watered properly,"
"Of course my lady," the centaur bowed and trotted off.
"We need to go back out there, there's still things to sort out," said Edmund.
"Yes," said Peter, "and for one we'll have to bury all the poor souls who died and tell their families when we get back to the Cair," they all looked down at that, it was probably the worst part of being rulers of Narnia. Having to tell the spouses and family of the fallen that their mother or father, son or daughter, husband or wife wouldn't be coming home at all. The worst had been after Beruna, since so many had fallen there and they were supposed to be the heralds of a better world rather than the death of beloved family members. But even that had been tempered with good, since Aslan's resuscitation of the statues at the Witch's house had brought many a family member thought lost back to their loved ones.
"Come on then," Edmund said, getting up and trying not to look too shaky even if his leg was still killing him. Lucy's cordial might heal the wound so it might not even have happened but it couldn't do much for the bruising and residual pain. Still it would go away soon enough even if he wasn't looking forward to the ride home.
They emerged into the village square as the last of the bodies were covered with cloth. People had donated tunics, blankets and table cloths to cover them. The little ones; the remaining Hare leverets, the faunlets and two dwarf children stood around the edge of the square clinging to their parents and weeping.
"We'll have to dig graves for them," Peter said tiredly.
It wasn't until the evening that they had finished the grim task. Everyone had to pitch in, up on the top of the moor to keep the bodies away from the water, to dig the graves. The other bodies, those of the enemies, had to be put to use. A couple of the regular hunters had the bodies of the wolves and the minotaurs dragged outside the village's sight lines before they were skinned. The rest of the bodies, those that had nothing of use, were put on a pyre and burnt and the trail of acrid smoke blew back across the village.
The next morning the army rode out, the day was dreary, drizzling and grey and rather appropriate for the mood the company was in. Mostly Harry rode on Steadfast since with the more relaxed pace the pony could keep up but he'd had the occasional few hours of riding pillion with any one of the Pevensies to give Steadfast a break. They made camp near the great river before true night could settle around them and started a fire, thought dinner was silent. Harry was able to bathe and his clothes got washed and hung near the fire to dry while Harry was swamped in a tunic borrowed from Lucy for the night. By the next day the company were in slightly better spirits, helped by the fact that it was sunnier than the day before and they were closer to home although they didn't sight Cair Paravel until mid afternoon.
By the time they got to the castle the news of their return had preceded them, because there was a welcoming party headed by Tumnus waiting outside the castle for the weary warriors. Many of those waiting were not only there to welcome home their Kings and Queens but to make sure that the Prince was safe as well. Harry winced when he saw Caprasia, Ixinia and Actaeon waiting, especially when their faces lit up in relief. He hadn't realised how many people would worry about him if he left. The four Pevensies dismounted, with Harry following their lead, and dismissed the rest of the troops to disarm and go home. They would have to make visits to the families of the fallen before everyone else simply returning home did so for them.
"I think Harry needs a proper hot bath and a decent meal," Susan said to Caprasia, snapping the faun matron out of the panic-free reverie she'd slipped into after finding out that Harry was alive and well.
"Of course my lady," Harry went quietly with her. They were heading down the corridor to Harry's room when he stopped.
"I'm sorry I left," said Harry quietly.
Early spring faded into late spring and on into summer and that particular incident was mostly forgotten about. But if Harry was supervised more than he had been then nobody said anything. Eventually Harry was allowed to start riding Steadfast again. Birthdays came and passed and the closer it came to the day Harry had appeared in Narnia the more curious the Pevensies got as to Harry's birthday. He hadn't mentioned it and any attempts to ask had simply provided an answer of 'I don't know'.
"He doesn't know when his birthday is," Susan told her siblings
"Well he must have a birthday," Lucy said vehemently.
"If he doesn't know when his real birthday is, couldn't we just use the day he came here as his birthday?" said Edmund.
"That sounds like a good idea Ed," Peter said.
"I suppose it was the start of a new beginning for him," said Susan. They decided eventually to surprise Harry with a party on that date rather than tell him in advance and even wrote to King Lune to ask if Corin could come up to Narnia for the party. The two greeted each other as brothers and once again the castle had to deal with the two getting into any kind of mischief that could be gotten into.
I'm pretty sure this is the biggest chapter I've posted. I'm not even going to bother giving you a date for the next update because I'll probably break it anyway.
Auf Wiedersehen
