A/N: Thanks to everyone for their words of support regarding my continuation of this fic. I'll do what I can till I have to cease writing - I'll just have to be faster about it.

The last chapter confused many people about who exactly Crina is. I'm so sorry ... well, I would be if I didn't have an evil grin firmly plastered on my face... All will be revealed. Trust your instincts.


It was a cold November day. Every Hogwarts student had been practising warming charms, or warming up to students who had.

Two figures soared above the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch. One was much larger than the other. Neither had broomsticks. Both had wings. And the smaller one was screeching loudly.

"Harry's got the Snitch!"

Hermione looked up from the book ('Vampires: a History') she had been reading.

A bird was falling from the air to the ground.

"Harry!" she screamed.

The falling eagle spread out its wings as it neared the ground and glided elegantly to a halt just above the grass. It dropped the Snitch it was gripping in its talons, and transformed into a bespectacled messy-haired green eyed teenager wearing khaki shorts and a t-shirt that said in loud gothic font, 'Semper in excreta, solo profundem variat'. He was smiling brightly as he held out the Snitch for his small audience to see.

His smile vanished when he looked to the seat in the stands where his girlfriend was sitting. Had been sitting. The smile was replaced by a look of confusion, then worry, as he realized that Hermione was absent.

He looked to his right, where his mother, whom he had just beaten three to two in a best-of-five game of one-on-one broomstickless Snitch hunting, was smirking. He frowned. She should be scowling at her defeat, not smirking, if her behaviour the previous two times he had beaten her were any indication. He followed her gaze.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!"

If he hadn't just sweated all the uric acid out of himself already, he would have pissed himself.

"Raging witch at three o'clock," said Crina in a manner of calculated disinterest.

In the stands, sickles changed hands.

"What in Merlin's name were you thinking, Potter? You gave me a heart attack when you pulled off that stunt! What possessed you to stop flying? And you had already caught the Snitch! You just wanted to get to the ground faster for your ruddy victory parade, didn't you?"

Crina decided to come to her son's rescue.

"Hermione," said the vampire with a soothing smile. "I'm sure that Harry would never do a move like that without having practised it several times. Isn't that right, Harry? Tell us how many times you practised that."

"Er," replied Harry. "Less than ... well..."

Crina's eyes narrowed. Harry gulped, and looked firmly at the grass at his feet.

"Thiswasmyfirsttime," he said quietly and very quickly.

The hair on Crina's head started trembling and moving of its own accord. She opened her mouth, and then seemed to recall that this was a public location and that only Harry's closest friends knew that she was his long lost mother.

"Go ahead," Crina said in a stiff emotionless voice to Hermione before taking to the skies again. She needed to get to the forest and let off a good rant. Perhaps she would put it in a Pensieve and make Harry watch it later.

Behind her, she could hear her future daughter-in-law continue berating her son enough for two people. Which was, of course, precisely what she was supposed to do.


Ginny Weasley was with one of her childhood friends as they walked from their Charms class. Three figures stepped in front of them. The first was Potter - the wrong Potter. The second was the treacherous know-it-all bookworm. The third was a chubby wizard.

"Neville?" she gasped. "What are you doing with them? They're, they're..."

"Evil blood-sucking monsters?" offered Hermione sweetly, before inwardly kicking herself. She really had to stop using blood-sucking as a derogatory adjective.

"They're my friends," said Neville with more confidence than she had given him credit for. "Hello Ginny. Hello Luna. We have learnt something that affects the Potters. Er, both Potters - Harry and Paul. Harry knows and, well, Paul needs to know as well."

"Well? Why don't you go tell him yourself?" asked Ginny warily. She would have been less polite, but Luna's hand was firmly on her arm. And Luna was as calm as always.

"Do you think Paul would listen to us?" asked the bookworm. "But he will listen to you, if you tell him."

"What makes you think I will listen to you?" asked Ginny.

"Because they're telling the truth, Ginny," said Luna next to her. "There aren't any Wrackspurts around them."

Ginny grumbled, but acquiesced. "Alright," said the redhead. "I'll talk with you. We'll go in there." She pointed to the door of an abandoned classroom. "And Potter here stays here."

"What?" hissed Hermione. Neville did not look particularly pleased, either.

"It's alright, Mione," said Harry. "You know everything I do." He kissed her cheek. "I trust you." He turned to Neville. "Take care of My Only, Nev. And make sure Ginny listens to the whole story before she goes ballistic and leaves." Neville nodded back seriously.

Ginny was surprised. No-one in Gryffindor ever took Neville seriously. Perhaps they had underestimated ... no. He was just playing a part in whatever evil play Harry and Hermione had cooked up.

"I am not going into a room with you, Granger," hissed Ginny, "if you are armed. Give me your wand."

"Are you kidding, Weasley?" Hermione spit back. Harry was already disappearing around the corner while the four of them remained where they were.

"Stop this," said Luna sternly.

They stopped, surprised.

"The Wrackspurts are getting closer," said Luna. "We must talk. Ginny and Hermione do not trust each other. Let Ginny give her wand to Neville and I'll take Hermione's wand."

Hermione and Ginny immediately protested, but were hushed rapidly when their allies calmed them down. They handed over their wands, and entered the classroom. Neville went in first, followed by Hermione and Ginny. Luna brought up the rear, and promptly began placing silencing wards around the classroom. Hermione nodded approvingly.

Twenty minutes later, Ginny stormed out of the classroom. Luna looked at Hermione, who shrugged.

"I've told her everything," said the brunette.

"What do you think, Luna?" asked Neville, handing over Ginny's wand so that Luna could return it to her.

"It would explain a lot," said Luna seriously as she returned Hermione's wand to her. "You know the rumours."

Hermione sighed. She did, indeed, know the rumours. The amount of time Crina was spending with Harry outside class was well above average. She even had a list of rumours that she had heard. Most of them concentrated on Professor Vanescu and Harry Potter having an affair. Opinions differed on whether Hermione was (a) a stupid trusting girl being duped by her by her boyfriend, (b) participating in a wild threesome, (c) under the influence of a love potion, (d) in the process of being Turned, (e) already a Vampire and helping Crina in a huge bloodsucker conspiracy to get closer to the Boy Who Lived through his brother.

"Why haven't you told anyone else this?" asked Luna. Neville raised his eyebrows. He had seen Luna a few times before, with Ginny, when she was younger and not the most popular witch in Gryffindor. He didn't recall Luna being this... normal.

"We wanted to tell Paul first," replied Hermione. "He has a right to know."

"Ginny won't tell him," replied Luna. "She'll be too scared that Paul will break up with her if she tells him about this."

"Oh, that's just bloody fantastic!" said Hermione disgustedly. "All this for nothing!"

"Hermione!" said Neville suddenly. "It's not nothing! Perhaps Luna can help!"

"You?" said Hermione to Luna. "What can you do? I've never seen you with Paul! Will Paul believe you if you tell him?"

Luna stared back, unfazed. "No, but I can get you to believe me when I tell you that you should tell him."

"What?" asked a bemused Hermione.

"You all feel that Paul should be told that Professor Vanescu is his mother. Why do you feel that he should believe you when told?"

Neville hadn't seen Hermione speechless before. It was an intriguing sight, he thought, and one that Harry would be very interested in hearing a description about. He smiled to himself. His new group of friends made life much more interesting than it had been.


Paul Potter was Owled a note the next morning. It was from his brother, and opened it after checking it for curses.

Paul, this is Harry. I've got news about Mum (Lily, not the other woman). She was not killed by vampires in 1987. She was Turned into a vampire. She lost her memory for five years. When she tried to contact us again, James stopped her. She wants to meet you. I didn't believe her at first, but now I know she's for real. Do you want to meet her?

Unbeknownst to Paul, this was not what Harry had initially wanted to write. He had wanted to tell Paul at once that Crina was a vampire, since Harry had no objection to hitting his brother with all the painful details at once. But his mother, bless her unbeating heart, had firmly put that idea 'back in the bowels of hell where it belonged', saying that she wanted to talk to Paul, not push him away. Harry had scowled, but agreed - once Blaise had talked to him quite firmly. He was still getting used to having a parent he could trust.

Paul Potter cast an Incendio at the note and stormed off to the Neutral table where his brother was having supper.

"How dare you?" screamed Paul before storming out of the Great Hall.

Ginny had been sitting next to Paul when the owl arrived. She picked up the note he had read. The sender must have anticipated Paul's response and cast a fireproof charm on it. She scowled as she read it, and turned to the Neutral table to glare at Granger and Granger's Potter.

Hermione smiled sweetly, and then gave her a serious look.

Still clutching the note, Ginny left the Great Hall to find her boyfriend.

"What was that about?" asked Padma. Hermione glanced at the Head Table, where Professor Vanescu had ignored the exchange between her sons and was still in the midst of a technical discussion with Professor Snape.

"Why are you looking at her?" asked Padma. "Oh, she's talking to Snappy again. What do they talk about?"

"Potions," said Harry absently. He was sitting next to Hermione, on the other side of Padma. "She's very good at it, and they talk a lot about that."

"It's very technical," added Hermione. "You'd love it." It was a well known fact, even if Hermione had not particularly welcomed it at first, that Padma was far better than she was at Potions. Hermione was marginally better at following instructions, but Padma was light years ahead of making her own instructions.

"Oh," said Padma, looking at the pair of Professors with new interest. "Maybe we can ask them to give us a joint seminar or something." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. "Wait a minute. You didn't answer my question. What was that thing with Bighead and the Weaselette about? And what does our favourite befanged educator have to do with it?"

Hermione glanced at Harry. He gave her a pleading look.

"We'd like to tell you," said Hermione slowly. "All of you. But it involves Paul, and he deserves to know first."

"Ahhhh," replied the Ravenclaw. "I see. It sounds like you just told him though."

"No," sighed Hermione. "We only told him half of it."

"Half of it?" said Padma incredulously. "And he went off like that?"

"Yeah," muttered Harry. "Mum wouldn't let me tell him all of .. oh, shit."

"Mu..." said Padma before Hermione clamped her hand around her mouth.

"Quiet!" whispered Hermione into her ear. "Will you be quiet if I let you go?"

Padma nodded, wide-eyed. Harry had his head in his hands.

"Sorry about that," said Hermione, removing her hand. Others were already looking at them. "Nothing to see here, you lot. I was just telling Padma here that Terry's cheating on her with the Giant Squid."

The look on Terry's face was priceless as the Neutrals roared with laughter.

"Merlin," said Padma as the noise died down. "I think I understand everything now. And don't worry, I'll keep my mouth shut. But I would like the full story later."

Hermione nodded. "Thanks, Paddy."

"Don't call me Paddy!"

"I won't," replied Hermione with a smirk, "on condition that you tell me everything you know about Luna Lovegood."


"How is the mission proceeding, Citrina?" asked the tall robed man with red eyes.

"Very well, master. I am not suspected. And my spies have brought me news."

Citrina explained what she had found. After a long pause, Lord VOldemort replied.

"Very well. I had not anticipated this. It changes little, but I must know more. Contact the Head of the Impali vampire clan. He will know what I need to know."

"Yes, my Lord. I will contact him at once. May I take Lucius with me?"

"That is an excellent idea, Citrina," replied Lord Voldemort. He glanced at the parchment on his desk on which he had been working out the equations for a new spell to skin a person and keep them alive longer while doing so. "He knows them well. Contact him first and tell him I ordered him to help you where necessary. Have you any other news?"

"I have, my Lord. Severus is a spy for Dumbledore."

"WHAT?" roared the Dark Lord. "Explain!"

"I was at a meeting with him and the old coot. Snape told him everything that you had told him. He cannot be on your side."

It was ten minutes before Lord Voldemort spoke again. Citrina said nothing in that time.

"Who else was at this meeting?" he asked. She told him. "I see. This could work in our favour. Yes, it definitely will. I will not kill him yet. Not for a few months." He glanced down at the parchment again. "He will make an excellent test subject."


A week passed. It was the middle of November, and Durmstrang had just beaten Gryffindor 200 to 180. It had been an exciting match, with the Gryffindor Chasers and Beaters having the game of their lives against a Durmstrang team that relied too heavily on its world class Seeker. The Lions had been leading 180 to 50 when Krum caught the Snitch in a fantastic move that had left Harry rapidly reconsidering his long-held belief that he might be good enough to play professional Quidditch.

"Krum is a prodigy," said Blaise when Harry voiced his concerns. "You're merely very very good. You could probably beat more than half the Seekers in professional Quidditch right now, and you're not trained yet. Why don't you go ask him for some tips?"

Harry shrugged, and said he'd think about it. He resolved to congratulate Krum on a good match later, and then headed for the Gryffindor locker room.

"I was very impressed," he offered upon seeking their dejected looks and the general atmosphere of gloom in the locker room.

His brother, the Gryffindor Seeker, saw him and scowled. The others remained morose or stone-faced.

"I would never have caught the Snitch," Harry continued, looking at Paul. "You did very well to hold him off as long as you did."

"It wasn't bloody well long enough, was it?" yelled Paul back.

Harry looked around. Angelina and the twins had told him several times that they wished he had been a Gryffindor. The twins had even told him that their sister would probably be a better Seeker than his brother, but Ginny refused to try out for that position and claimed to be content with her position as a Reserve Chaser. Not that Paul was a terrible Seeker by any means, but a better Seeker (such as Harry) would definitely have been able to hold Krum off long enough for the Chasers to rack up a substantial enough lead.

Therefore, Harry said nothing to deny or agree with Paul's statement. He was still waiting for his brother to approach him to ask about their mother.

"Our favourite Dark Lord In Training is correct," said one of the Weasley twins, standing up. "Thanks, Harry. We're going to have a We-Lost-But-Who-Cares party in the Gryffindor Common Room. Are you coming?"

"WHAT?" yelled Paul. Ron Weasley, the Gryffindor Keeper, expressed similar sentiments.

"Shut up, Potter and Weasley," said Angelina. She sighed as five faces turned to look at her. "Shut up, Paul and Ronald. The twins have good ideas once in a while, and this is one of them. Would you like to come with us? Hermione will be there."

"No, she won't," replied Harry. "She's never attended one of your parties. People like them -" He pointed at Paul and Ron. "- teased her. And no-one ever stopped it."

The Chasers and Beaters winced.

"I apologize, Harry," replied Angelina. "I never noticed. I never thought to notice, either,. Not that that's an excuse."

"I second that," interrupted Alicia Spinnet. "And we will apologize to Hermione as well. It would be good for Gryffindor if you come. Both of you."

"Are you nuts?" yelled Ron, pointing to Harry. "I'm not going to be at a party if he's there."

"Excellent," said Fred or George. "That will mean we don't have to babysit you at the party. Would you like to come, Harry?"

Harry nodded, and realized that his attempts to bring Paul to his senses - and thus to their mother - would be harder than even he had expected. His brother had never reacted very well to humiliation.


Neville came down late to breakfast the next morning, holding his head. Amongst Harry's allies, only the girls were at the Neutral table. The other regular Neutrals were there as well, and he nodded to a couple he vaguely knew.

"Oy there," said Padma. "Look, it's a male!"

Neville grunted.

"Someone had too much butterbeer last night," sang Cho.

"I - say, where's Diggles?" he asked, nodding gratefully to Hermione when she placed a full glass of cold water in front of him.

"Oy!" retorted Cho. "Only I get to call him Diggles. You get your own Diggles."

Neville smirked, and downed the water in one big swig. Hermione and Padma looked vaguely impressed, even if Padma then muttered 'Boys!'

"He was on the Durmstrang boat," replied Cho. "There was a huge party there."

"So were Terry and Blaise," added Padma. "And us, but we left early. I can tell you it wasn't just butterbeer floating around there."

Hermione coughed guiltily. Butterbeer had not been the only beverage available at her first enjoyable Gryffindor party either. She hadn't realized firewhisky with hot cocoa would be as ... fascinating and in need of intensive personal research as it had been.

"I think Krum wanted Harry there as well," added Padma, suddenly looking nervous. "But the Gryffies got to Harry first"

"It's not like Harry would have agreed to go, either," said Cho. She looked guilty as well, and Hermione gave her a curious look. The Ravenclaw Seeker looked at her housemate.

"Well," replied Padma. "You know Harry would never have gone to a party without you, right? And the thing is, well, you know how Durmstrang is with all that blood purity stuff."

Hermione suddenly understood. Durmstrang did not permit Muggleborns to attend. She would not have been allowed on the Durmstrang ship.

And her friends - all Purebloods - had gone on it anyway.

"I see," she said slowly, a betrayed look on her face.

"I'm really sorry, Hermione," said Padma with a pleading look. "We never realized it until later. Well, not quite, I did..."

"Never mind," said Hermione sternly. Her face became emotionless and she waved down their attempts to apologize. "I've got a book on Animagus training to read." She stood up and left.

"Bugger," said Cho.

Padma looked equally ashen faced.

Neville looked at them both, and said nothing. He had wanted to ask them what they knew about the girl who had been with Ginny, since she was in their house, but this didn't seem like the time.

"Think she'll forgive us?" asked Padma.

"Probably," replied Cho. "Trust us unconditionally? Not for a long time. Will she forget it? I doubt it."

"I'm never getting on that boat again," sighed Padma.

Cho grunted. "That was a statement of the bleeding obvious, Paddy."

Neville stood. "I'm going to talk to her. You explain to Harry." He walked away. Then he stopped, and walked back. "I am curious," he said. "What were you both thinking when you went on the boat? And Blaise, Cedric, and Terry. What did they think?"

Cho winced. "I can't speak for anyone else. It was a great party. Durmstrang is famous for their parties. I have cousins who went there, you know? I even had a great time. I suppose I knew that I wouldn't have been allowed there if I was Muggleborn. But I'm not Muggleborn. I've never thought I was. I don't know what it feels like to be that. It's hard to not be a part of the society you grew up in."

"What she said," added Padma, looking morosely at her coffee cup. The drink was cold and disgusting, so she drank it in a useless act of penance.

"I can understand some of that," said Neville gravely. "I'm Pureblood, but - I understand what it means to be an outsider. Thing is, would you do it again?"

"Go to a Durmstrang party on their boat?" asked Cho. "Never!"

"What she said," repeated Padma. She looked over to see if Hermione had any coffee left over so she could do further penance.

"I meant any other event where Muggleborns would be banned," Neville replied. "I would say any other event where Muggleborns would be treated different, but that would exclude most things I can think of."

"It's hard, Neville," sighed Cho. "You just said it yourself. Muggleborns are treated like ... you know. It's so ingrained in us that certain traditions are what they are that it's hard to unlearn them."


November ended with Beauxbatons playing Slytherin. The French team was leading twenty to ten when their adopted Slytherin caught the Snitch for them. Harry and Blaise slept in an old classroom for the next week, when the Weasley twins told them of a peculiar room called the Room of Requirements. They did not plan to ever sleep in Slytherin again.

Meanwhile, Fred and George and Blaise began planning an exhibition for the best facial expressions seen on Hogwarts students that year. Blaise contributed his pictures of Ron flying without a broomstick, as well as Draco's face when Cedric and Harry caught the Snitch.


Hermione returned to her usual self after a couple of days, much to the relief of the others. Harry seemed more sympathetic to their mistake, being inordinately aware of Pureblood politics and social niceties, but was impossible to truly read.

For his part, Harry had begun to spend time with Viktor Krum, mostly discussing Seeker tactics. Krum was a Pureblood and proud of it. He was indocrinated with stereotypes, but had the strange habit of making individual judgements without them.

"You know," said Viktor, "if Ermynee was not your girlfriend, I would have asked her to go to the Yule Ball with me."

"Her-my-o-nee," corrected Harry absently. Then he seemed to realize what else the Bulgarian Seeker had said. "What?"

"Be at peace," smiled Viktor. "I am not trying to steal her from you. Besides, she is her own witch and would not want to be stolen. I am merely appreciating her as a good woman. Surely you can understand this?"

"Oh," said Harry. He suddenly recalled the argument about the Durmstrang party. "But, er, I'm curious. You know she's Muggleborn, don't you?"

"Yes," replied Viktor. "And I would never marry a Muggleborn. It would not be right, not with my family. I would not want to subject her to that. But she is very ... intriguing, wouldn't you say? She does not know how pretty she is, and I suspect she has interesting opinions. I would enjoy going to social occasions with her - I am usually bored to death."

Harry smiled a little. "Have you had Muggleborn girlfriends?" he asked.

"Of course," replied the older wizard. "Though it is difficult to meet them at Durmstrang, since they aren't there." He did not sound opposed to or in favour of his school's policies. Harry figured he just accepted them as the way things were. "But a Beater and the reserve Keeper on the Bulgarian team are Mud - I'm sorry, Muggleborn, old habits are hard to break - and they are good people. They have very interesting opinions as well."

"So the Muggleborns you know have interesting opinions, and Hermione is a Muggleborn and therefore you thought she also has interesting opinions?"

"Something like that," said Viktor. "You mean she does not?"

"Of course she does! She's the most brilliant witch in the school! And she has very interesting opinions!"

"Well then," said Viktor amicably. "I was right, no?"

Harry pondered the question of whether all Muggleborns had interesting opinions, but figured that Krum was intelligent enough to treat that statement as one of generality and not certainty.

"What does your family say about your Muggleborn girlfriends?" asked Harry curiously.

"My family is, by our standards, very liberal. I can date anyone, as long as I marry the Pureblood witch they have arranged for me."

"You've already got someone arranged for you?"

"Yes, of course. Her name is Tanya. She's very nice."

"Oh," said Harry. "Er - she has interesting opinions, I hope."

"Interesting enough," replied Viktor. "She's also very beautiful."

"Right," said Harry slowly. "Say, if you don't mind my asking, what would happen if you fell in love with one of your girlfriends?"

"I endeavour not to," replied Krum calmly.

"So you just string them along?"

"Don't insult me, Harry. I am very straightforward with them. I tell them there is no hope of anything permanent. They know the demands of my family, and that I love my family too much to go against them."

"You're strange, Viktor."

"We are merely different, Harry. I fully expect an invitation to your wedding with Ermynee. I can even offer you a Honeymoon villa in Llubijana if you wish."

"Her-my-o-nee. Oh, and - er - thanks."


On the last day of November, Neville finally got a chance to ask Cho and Padma if they happened to know anything about Luna Lovegood. He regretted it immediately. The predatory looks on their faces promised him much grief and sorrow.

He was mollified, somewhat, when the blonde and dreamy Ravenclaw was seen walking around with a book on exotic plants that he had never seen before. She also proved quite willing to let him look at it. He didn't mind, especially since she was willing to hang around while he did so. That way, he could ask her questions.

Questions about the plants in the book.

Mostly.


December 1994 began with news of more attacks, mostly on Muggles, by Death Eaters. Some French newspapers published photos of Dark Marks over ruined houses, and Fudge was forced to admit that You-Know-Who was back.

The fact that Harry's blood had been used to resurrect Voldemort was not public knowledge. Only he, Blaise, Hermione, Vanescu, Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore knew that. And Lord Voldemort, of course.

Hermione had been frantic with worry about her parents, but her Head of House assured her that they would be getting extra protection, along with other families of Muggleborns.

It was ironic, in an environment where those with Muggle connections were the most at risk, that the next student to be attacked at Hogwarts was a Pureblood.

Millicent Bulstrode had been regularly sitting at both the Slytherin and Neutral tables. A few of the more intrepid Slytherins had followed her example. She was having breakfast at the Neutral table in early December when she turned pale and collapsed. Snape was immediately at her side, followed by Vanescu. They managed to brew a counter Potion between them quickly enough to save her - a Bezoar had proven inadequate - but she was still sent to the Hospital Wing for a week. She never returned to the Neutral table, and Blaise and Harry were once again the lone Slytherins there.

Citrina was delighted by this development. As well she should have been, considering it had been her who had Imperiused a naive student to cast the switching spell that had placed the poison in Bulstrode's cup.


A/N: "Semper in excreta, solo profundem variat" is from Argonaut57's "The Labyrinth of Amagor" (Chapter 12) on Fiction Alley. It means, allegedly, "Always in the shit, only the depth varies."

Some people enjoyed the statistics of this fic, so here are some more. Bear in mind that the way the number of hits is counted by websites may not be accurate. Stats were read at the end of October 11 2006, nine days after the fic was begun. Note that chapter 1 to 5 were posted simultaneously on Portkey, so ignore the number of reviews for chapters 1 to 4 there.

Chapter: number of hits on FFdotNET (number of reviews on FFdotNET), number of hits on Portkey (number of reviews on Portkey)
1 : 4662 (20) , 1951 (4)
2 : 1834 (17) , 800 (1)
3 : 1777 (25) , 616 (1)
4 : 1533 (25) , 642 (2)
5 : 1486 (32) , 855 (8)
6 : 950 (21) , 401 (12) - the ratio of reviews to readers is a lot more comparable on the two sites now...
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Total: 12242 (140) , 5265 (28)

On ffdotnet, this story is on 40 C2s, on 48 favourites lists, and has 129 story alerts (which for me is the best indicator of story popularity).

In comparison, my other vaguely-half-decent fic, the Perfect Azkaban Breakout, has 8793 hits and 22 story alerts on ffdotnet and 4700 hits on Portkey (where it was uploaded all 12 chapters at once).