Tainted Lessons

Written by: HoshiHikari

Disclaimer: I do not own HP! That's right, the characters still all belong to J.K Rowling As for the plot, it might have been done before, so I won't take credit for that either

Summary: Sequel to The Final Lesson! The battle for domination between the Master and his Guardian continues. It's a race against time as both the Muggle and wizardry world are once again under the threat of the Master. Remus finds himself trying desperately to re-teach everything that Harry has lost while the Prince tries desperately to reinforce, taint and persuade his guardian to give up and fall dutifully back into his rightful place as Avenger. Neither has budged nor shows any sign of doing so. With the aid of Black spreading rumors that threaten a certain identity of his long time friend, will Remus' path be chosen for him, as the world is known for not giving second chances? Or will the turn up of an unexpected relation of the Prince show up, and help Remus succeed?

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Author Notes: There will be NO SLASH and not too much romance. This is just as the summary had said, a story about an initial DARK Harry and initial LIGHT Remus…There will be wavering, both sides.

Strega: Indeed, Arik seems to have succeed where Tom did not. He is after all facing the "second generation" when it comes to opposing powers. Both Dumbledore and Tom still exist in their own immortal forms, but neither is of importance when it comes to holding current power and making a great influence. Its pass their time and now its time for the next group to reign. It's not that surprising Arik has it easier. Well, it would have been too unDumbledoreish if he couldn't figure out the disguise. He's still Dumbledore. Besides, he's much more helpless now, knowing the truth, but not able to do anything about it. There is a potential heir or foe out there. There must be some sort of opposing power that Harry must conquer, now that he's steadily rebuilding. More about this potential threat or ally will be shortly revealed. At the present moment, neither Harry or Remus seem to resist each other, that's true. However, keep in mind that they weren't always that way and that in the end both have opposing goals. Perhaps they had come to some sort of mutual agreement, as no one aside from me, really knows what happened to those two directly after Remus made it clear that he was normal, and Harry had laid down clearly laid down the paths for the older man. Yes, it is true though, for what every the reason they may be on the same page, they can indeed cause much more damage together. No, they are not making known who they are. No one pass the necessary few know, and those have found out themselves have had consequences, severe consequences. Ginny has mental damage, Dumbledore seems frozen, and undoubtedly something awaits Poppy who found out through medical test. The only one who knows that shouldn't know, and seems to be an unmovable threat is Sirius. It is hard to guess the motives at the moment because its still blurry. Both sides are carefully placing down their pieces. The Light is preparing for a possible on slaughter since the Prince's escape, and Harry has his own moves. Until the last face down is flipped, twists and surprises are everywhere.

tessa3: Glad you found the sequel. So in the end did what you thought will happen, happen? Well I like to keep predictability away. Wow! Thanks! I'm glad my story was able to captivate your attention to that degree, that is, for better or for worst. Once again, I'm glad you like the sequel and I'm happy to hear that you will stick by for the rest of the story.

Chapter 9

She handed the records to McGonagall, not directly looking at her eyes. She held her breath as the headmistress of Hogwarts flipped through the papers. Even though she knew majority of the attention from the patients seemed directed on Minerva, she couldn't help but feel that it wasn't true.

"Were there any abnormities?" McGonagall asked, not looking up as Poppy shifted her weight from one leg to the next.

"I believe Ginny's mentally non reparable. She seemed to have been the main target, as Remus…" at this she couldn't help but look up at the man, who had a very calm face. "had only recovered from a coma and it's understandable if he knew nothing of importance…" she trailed off. "There's a heavy memory charm blockage issued by Remus…"

"so that she would not remember the horrors. It is strong enough for her to not recall anything, but not harmful enough so that she would loose memory of everything. I prefer to keep the happy years." Remus interrupted, as though he needed to defend himself.

"That is…" McGonagall didn't seem to know what word to use. "understandable." She said at last. "under such circumstances that is."

"Remus" Poppy continued. "has been tested and has appeared under the healthy range for someone being captured and tortured." She paused as though she wanted to add something more to it. Minerva must have noticed it, for she pressured on. "his blood currently contains less then 1 wolfsbane." The other frowned. "but its normal, considered he was out cold for 8 years, plus the continual transformation, once a month during this time. I'm surprised he had been able to fight it so long. The release last night was a first in a long time, and thus it's not surprising that it was so brutal and wild."

McGonagall glanced sympathetically at Remus. "So last night was out of natural instincts, without the influence of anything else?"

"What makes you think there was?" Poppy asked, her eyes shooting open. "If there was, I would have found out. Are you questioning my abilities?"

"No" the other woman hastily replied. "not at all" although her mind kept thinking of what Ron said.

A silence followed, before Minerva asked for Arik, which only stressed the silence even longer.

"What? What's wrong?" her college asked, sensing the sudden stiffness.

Plenty, and it all comes down to him being Harry Potter.

"No…Nothing" how she managed to ever get that out was something she never understood and would come to regret. "He's perfectly competent to be a Professor."

Competent indeed. There's no better teacher then him with his physical and mental abilities as well as his vast expertise in every subject. Only problem? Well he's the Half Blood Prince, the Dark Master, our enemy.

"Perfect then" Minerva said happily. "I presume that they can all be discharged then?"

"at any time." Poppy said weakly.

"Good, then I believe that they all should be going." She turned to Adrain. "The next school year will be starting soon. It is best you prepare for it. I will have reports from previous teachers for you so that you will know about what level the students are up to, so that you will be able to come up with an appropriate curriculum."

Believe me, I already have one.

"Remus, I suggest you rest for the rest of summer. Once school starts, I'll need more Order members on call and on duty." Remus nodded. "and Ginny, I believe your family will be very relived to find you well."

Having gotten the discharged signal from the healer, and orders from the headmistress, the three leapt out of bed and followed Minerva. Once they were out, and Poppy was sure she was alone, she slumped down on a bed and wept silently.

What have I done?


"You must be Adrian Arik." A voice said from behind them. The group stopped just outside of the grand doors that led into and out of Hogwarts.

"Yes, I am." Arik turned to face his visitor, someone he recognized by voice but haven't seen in a long time.

"I'll give you some advice now." Black continued. "Watch your back." He murmured seriously. "Hogwarts doesn't welcome you. If anything occurs, you'll be dead before you can say 'Sorry'."

"Sirius Black!" McGonagall yelled shocked at the ghost.

"I'll keep that in mind." Adrian said simply, while Remus stepped up to stand between them.

"Hello Sirius, I prefer if you gave some respect to my son."

"your son?"

"yes, my son."

"have you any idea who he is?"

"my son."

Sirius growled. "you mean Jam…"

"my adopted son, there happy?" Remus raised his voice. "both his parents and you are dead. He's my responsibility now. I as good as raised him."

"and you as well as followed him to hell and back."

"like any parent would." He drawled. "Look Sirius, we all suffered. We all have scars. We all have parts of our past which we wish we could have redone." He continued. "and even if I was given that chance, I would still have taken HIM in, if not earlier. That and of course once befriending you, James and Lily."

"well Lupin, from one friend to another, I hope you're happy with what you done. I hope you won't ever continue forth on the path you have already taken." Having said that, Black flew into the opposite wall, disappearing completely.

"What's wrong with him?" Ginny asked after she was sure Black wasn't going to reappear. She looked up at Remus as though he had the answers.

"Oh nothing. He's just furious at me, that's all. Something about being stuck in a coma, nearly dying, and adopting a Muggle for a son without telling him." He shrugged. "That and stuff like that. I guess he's hurt by being kept in the dark." He chuckled. "Believe me, he's fine. It's his odd way of communicating."


He stormed into the empty Potter Manor angry with his Godfather.

"Calm down Harry!" Remus said, coming up from behind him. "It's not like you can kill him. Even if you could, you won't would you? He's your Godfather, cut him some slack."

"and because he's my godfather he should keep his mouth shut. He should want the best for me. I'm telling you, he knew, he knew, and that was his way of threatening me."

"no one's going to blackmail you." Remus whispered softly. "I won't let it occur."

There was something in the tone of his voice and the look on his face that caused Harry to calm down.

"You promise?" he asked.

"I promise. Through the good and the bad, wherever you may lead, I will follow."


The following days passed quickly. United with his most trustworthy group of Death Eaters, Harry quickly went over the plan again.

"Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." Narcissa Malfoy said bowing. "I will keep a tab on the Slytherin." The Slytherin, referring to the boy that had been in the hospital wing, whom Poppy had said was a potential threat to him, and Voldemort had confirmed that he had no more living relatives.

"I'll keep my eyes and ears open in the Order." Snape said lazily.

"I'll keep an eye on Lupin" Bellatrix was saying.

"Patiently teach and guide Remus so that he may learn." Harry corrected. "I trust Voldemort made the right judgment when he appointed you as his second."

Bella nodded. "I will do as Master Potter wishes."

"and Remus." He turned to the man, emerald eyes meeting brown. "I'm placing a lot of trust in you. Please understand that. Don't disappoint me."

"Don't worry Harry. If you can't trust me, then who can you trust?" he smiled. "I will keep the Death Eaters in order, while you are away. Nothing can go wrong, not with Bellatrix behind my back."

"Good." He murmured. "now lets complete this last task together. After that, remember that we all work separately for the same cause. Make sure there are as few connections between us as possible. If you must contact me, do it discreetly. Other then that, you will be on your own."


It was the Friday before September 1st. Diagon Alley was just as crowed and busy as ever. However, a few blocks down and just around the corner in Knockturn Alley, this was not the case. In fact, most of the shops were deserted and those that weren't had no visitors. Shop keepers waited idly for customers that never came.

Out of the blue, 5 cracks echoed through the empty alley, attracting the attention of the store keepers. Three men, and two woman appeared. Unlike the others, the one who seemed to be the leader did not wear a mask. He was tall, slender, and bore a cold, expressionless facial expression. He had on black robes that were outlined with emerald seams, matched with a crimson cape. A pair of silk gloves covered his hands while dragon hides protected his feet. He carried a single black rose in his right hand.

The man next to him, was dressed in a complete set of dress robes, non decorative but much more elegant then that of a Death Eater. It was entirely black. The mask fit perfectly on the user's face, as though it was a mold of the real thing, making every small facial emotion show. Just for identity purposes, it changed the user's voice so that it became undistinguishable. The robes, though jet black, was outlined with silver and green strands which intertwined together to form the Master's Mark, which was a half circle with the words Master Hary J Poter. The Half-Blood Prince going clockwise so that the circle was complete so that 'Prince' connected to 'Master' The words glowed a deadly green. In the center was a snake, yellow belly with a black overcoat, wrapped around a single black rose. Like a wizard picture, the snake slithered around, though it stayed within the center of the words, could be found on the left sleeve. A pair of gloves, quite ordinary as though it was a Muggle product. The cape, similar to the robes design, had the Mark on its upper outer side. Though small, it was still noticeable. Then there were the pair of dragon hide boots, one that could be brought at any store in Diagonal Alley. Lastly there was a necklace, though it was more like a collar. Like the cape and robe, it had the Master Mark imprinted on the outer back. On the front, inside was imprinted "vinco custos". The outside front had the word "Avenger". It was a complete duplicate of the original Avenger robes which had been burned by Black.

The other three were dressed in traditional Death Eater robes.

Immediately and silently, those who were aware of the visitors gathered around them, forming a silent circle. It had been a long time, since the Dark saw their leader back and united with his strongest men.

"I believe there must be at least one wand maker who resides here." His eyes swayed from the twenty or so who were present. There was shuffling footsteps before the crowd parted and a mid age lady appeared. She was dressed in rags, and where her skin was exposed, dirt covered her.

"I, I can" she stuttered. "I am Madam Septer. How may I be of service to you Master?"

"Can you mend wands, previously snapped or broken wands?"

"only wands that I have created. Each wand maker can only do that to his or her own wands."

"then I must go back to where I have obtained the wand and only that wand maker can mend it?"

"I'm afraid so." She said, before adding. "but may I recommend a few of my own, that is, if Master is searching for wands. It will be free of charge."

Harry shook his head. "No" he said firmly. "There's only one wand that can suit my needs and I'm afraid its useless at the moment."

Without saying another word, he walked up, the Death Eaters following closely behind him. Just before they turned into Diagon Alley, Harry spoke again.

"We split up from here. Remain as less noticeable as possible, I don't want havoc. Be sure to be there within 15 minutes of each other."

The group nodded, as Harry changed back to Arik. "I'll meet you there then."


Aside from the people, Diagon Alley had not changed much since he had last been here. Arik wandered down the crowded streets, tracing a familiar path to his destination. He took his time. He remembered it was the last store he had gone to with Hagrid when he had first come here at 11. He wondered if it was still here, as it had been old then, it would be ancient by now. He hoped it was still there, his task would be made much simpler.

Passing by these stores caused memories to resurface. He could recall the inner tunnels of Gringotts, meeting Malfoy, longing for the Nimbus 2000, owing Hedwig and of course obtaining his wand.

He pulled out from his thoughts as he saw Snape and Lupin enter Ollivanders. He waited across the street, studying the building and clearly recalling the day he had first stepped into this particular shop. Shaking off his memories, he too stepped into the shop causing a jingle to ring.

It was a small building filled with dust and narrow boxes that piled up to the ceiling. The single spindly chair that once belonged here, was gone.

Looking around, Arik couldn't help but notice how crowded the room was, especially with its owner and customers. Mr. Ollivander was in the center of the room, handing out wands that were to be tested by the boy, whom he recognized as the one who had resided in the Hospital wing of Hogwarts. Standing next to the boy was a woman, who bore some resemblance to the child, indicating that she may be the mother. On either side of the room was Snape and Lupin, faced towards the boxes of wands, as though very interested in them.

Mr. Ollivander had looked up at the jingle of the bell. Their eyes met, and Arik saw a sign of recognition flash through the silvery orbs. He shifted his gaze as he broke eye contact.

"Welcome to Ollivanders," Mr. Ollivander said. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right with you after I'm finish with Mr. Chang, Mr. Lupin, and Mr. Snape here."

Arik nodded, acknowledging it, before he too turned to the wands as though immersed in it.

"Well now, Mr. Chang, you're a difficult one." Ollivander said, turning back to his customer. "Perhaps your first wand wasn't right for you. It shouldn't have snapped that easily."

"That's obvious." The Slytherin said.

"No matter. I haven't had such competition since Mr. Potter…" at this he took a quick glance at Arik, "stepped into my shop, so many years ago." At this Arik turned around, as Mr. Ollivander had been the first to say the name without fear, and who wasn't part of his side.

"Say sir, if you are here for a wand, it would speed things up if you actually tried them."

"I believe I'm a special case as well." Arik replied. "I don't think normal wands will work."

"He's a Muggle." The woman said.

Mr. Ollivander frowned. "a Muggle in the Wizardry world, now that's a first."

"My son's stronger than most wizards of his age." Lupin cut in coldly, turning to the group. Ollivander gave him an odd look, before taking a look and Arik, then Lupin again, as though seeing something that no one else did.

"His parents would have been grateful, so would his godfather." The wand maker said, although he had a look of disapproval.

"How did you know he's not my blood father?" Arik asked cautiously.

"Now my boy, even if you had glamour charms you look nothing like Remus." He said calmly. "not to mention the fact that all glamour charms are dropped, the moment you stepped into my shop. The only way I can sell the proper wand, is to know who the wizard or witch is."

Adrian quickly checked himself. He was still Adrian and not Harry.

"Adrian, let it go. It's not like you have any glamour charms on." Remus said. "There is nothing that you need to hide."

A silence passed as Ollivander went back to giving wands to the young boy. The group watched as the pile of non fitting wands grew and grew.

"Mr. Chang," Arik addressed waking up to him and the pile of wands. "When you brought your first wand, did you have so much trouble in finding a wand?" He seemed to be the only one aside from Mr. Ollivander who took an interest in what wand the boy may take.

"No. I merely tired 4 wands, the 5th worked fine."

"That was the one you bought? The same one that snapped?"

"Yes sir."

"Mr. Ollivander," Arik turned to the wand maker again. "What is the method behind how you choose a wand for a customer?"

"I do not choose." He said. "the wand chooses the wizard."

"so there is no general way you go about choosing wands?"

"wand hand, body proportions, age, gender, that's a place to start."

"hmm, well wouldn't it be easier if you actually placed the wand in such categories, and then have Mr. Chang pick from it. There are those who exceed the average and the normal, and of course those who do not make it."

The wand maker frowned. "It is possible." He took out his own wand and waived it over the others so that they rearranged themselves.

"We will try 8 wands. Each of these wand represents its own group, ranging from level 1 to 7, the schooling years, and 8 which represents those of the real world. They are the most powerful wand in their group and it would be good to measure the level of magical maturity within the person."

Mr. Chang easily went through the first 5 wands, surprising the group of gathered people, that is, everyone but Arik. He expected the unexpected since Poppy had first mentioned that the boy was dangerous and had a family history that was worth mentioning, not to mention that he was rumored to rule after Harry had fallen. This was now the perfect chance to find out more about this boy.

"Well I'll be damned." Mr. Ollivander said seeing the last, final, 8th wand, had no effect on the boy.

"What does that mean?" Cho Chang said.

Mr. Ollivander rubbed his chin. "Your child is more powerful then you think. How is that possible?"

Cho did not understand. "Does being a mix breed matter? His father was a Gryffindor." She said. "He's dead now though."

The boy looked up at his mother, somewhat shocked. He had never heard his mother mention his father before. In fact, he didn't even know he had a mother until he began schooling at Hogwarts which had been 2 years ago.

"I do not know. I'll have to look into it. You will have to look into your family tree to see if there's anything that might affect it. In the meantime, I'll have to make another wand, a special order. I'm afraid the wands that could have been his were already sold. A total of three wands."

"and they were?"

"one to Albus Dumbledore, one to Lord Voldemort, and one to Harry Potter."

"how is that possible? I thought you said the wand choose its owner. If those three wands already choose its owner, how can it be possible that it could have been the boy's?" Arik asked.

"If he had been born earlier, and have come into my shop, prior to the mentioned, then any of those wands could have been his."

Cho looked uneasy.

"I will have a wand ready before school starts." Ollivander said, turning to Cho again. "in time for his studies. It may not be his wand, but it will be useable."

"Thank you Mr. Ollivander." Cho said, nodding to him. There was a short silence. "I believe we have kept you away from your business long enough."

The old man nodded, waving his hand to the door. "very well then, I hope to see both of you soon."

Cho and his son made their goodbyes before stepping out, barely catching the last line from the wand maker.

"Great things have come from Albus Dumbledore, Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter. We shall expect great things from you as well, Mr. Chang."

Having made sure the two had disappeared completely, the old man turned to Adrian.

"Now Mr. Potter, what may it be that would have dawned your presence in my humble shop?"

Arik's eyes flashed wide.

"I have said before, glamour charms do not escape me. I can see through them." The man was smiling. "I am neither Light nor Dark" the man explained. "A customer is a customer." He said. "It has been that way since the opening of this shop. All Ollivanders before me, have been neutral, and all those after me will remain so."

Adrian relaxed slightly.

"I have a business proposition for you." He said mildly. "I'm afraid you will not be making one wand but two." He said.

"Of course, I presume you will need a new wand."

"actually the same wand will do. Modify and remade of course."

"I will need the pieces."

Arik nodded before motioning to Snape, who came up and took out a box within his robes.

"I'll like a piece from each wand combined and merged to form a new wand." He said simply. He handed over the box which contained a snapped wand of his own, a snapped wand of Voldemort's and the full wand of Dumbledore's in which he snapped it before them.

"That is possible." Ollivander said. "It will be stronger now that it's a combination of all three wands." He took the pieces carefully, examining each one. "There will be left over pieces."

"I had wanted to make a spare, but now I have changed my mind." Arik said. He looked directly into the wand maker's eyes as he asked the following. "What type of wand are you going to make for that boy?"

Ollivander smiled. "What type of wand do you think he is suited with?"

"He is Ravenclaw's heir, as his mother is" he said out loud, pondering. "It would be easier if I knew who the father was."

"Do you have children?" Ollivander asked suddenly.

"Excuse me?" Arik asked, surprised, before replying. "I do not. I do not wish for any." He frowned. "why may you ask that?"

"She was a Ravenclaw, the boy's father presumably a Gryffindor. Now Mr. Potter, how do you think such a mix would end up in Slytherin?"

"I would have been in Slytherin as well if I had not chosen Gryffindor. My parents were both Gryffindors. That is no surprise."

"Ah, but you seem to forget…." Ollivander said, taking a few steps closer so that their faces were inches away. He reached up and brushed the lightening bolt scar on his forehead. "His powers now reside in you. Part of his soul is in you. It might not have been intentionally given that night, so many Halloweens ago, but it was given."

"I have no child." Arik said firmly. "However the boy does interest me. I have heard of him being dangerous and having powers that rival Voldemort and myself, thus I'll like to know more about him."

"So would I, so would I." Ollivander agreed.

A thought flashed in the Master's mind before a solution came to him. "You will make a wand." He said. "with the other piece of my and Voldemort's wand, combined with blood from any Ravenclaw heir. This will all be made into the core of any average Hufflepuff wand. Hufflepuff is the house were those that are well balanced, or have nothing at all falls under. I believe he's well balanced and with such a core, he will be able to fully utilize his powers."

"Such a wand can be made, however, the extent of what it can do is a mystery. You speak of combing Ravenclaw, Slytherin and Gryffindor's heir together in a Hufflepuff wand that supposedly will contain it. Is that not dangerous, and may I add, creating a new threat?"

"It is a risk I'm willingly to take. I may not want my own children, but I would want to chose a heir. The boy is venerable, especially with the entire school against him. He begins to see the extent of his powers, and he fears them. If given the correct opportunity, I can lead him down the correct path."

"May I point out to you that you sound like Albus. He tried to mold you and Voldemort, neither has worked."

"He did not know how to do it. I rather have a friend then a foe."

"Indeed, you would not want another war to arise. You are not yet prepared to fight on two fronts." The wand maker said softly. "and yes, it will be two fronts. The Light does not bow to him, he will not bend to them. If he does not find a place with you, then a third side will arise."

"That is far off in the future. I am aware of it." Adrian said, before waiving a bit. "Back to present though. Can you make such a wand?"

"Yes, however…"

"it will be a high price, I'm aware of that."

"of course you can afford it, but I do not believe the Chang's…"

"I will pay for both." Arik said. "Name your price." As he said this, he took out his family key to his Gringotts account and placed it in the man's hand. "That should be enough. If not…" he took out another key, this time belonging to the Black family.

"I am a salesman, not a robber." Ollivander said, giving back the Potter key, and pocketing the Black one.

"Now then, when it is done, send both wands to me. I will personally make sure the boy gets it."

"Oh?"

"Friend or Foe, I will not fight a disadvantaged or unarmed man."


"Mother." The boy called out, after they arrived home from visiting the wand maker's shop.

"yes, son?"

"who is my father? Why didn't you just tell Mr. Ollivander who he was? Why don't you tell me?"

Cho stiffened. "Please, I rather not."

"He's a Gryffindor, there's nothing wrong with that is there?" the boy ask stubbornly. "He's my father I demand to know." His voice suddenly turned cold. "I need to know. It's the least you could do after you suddenly walked into my life two years ago, claiming to be my mother…"

"I am your mother." Cho said irritated. "the test…"

"I know what the test said." The boy shouted. "It's just a bunch of letters and numbers." He said. "Look, if you were really my mother, you wouldn't have let me be raised in that orphanage! If you were really my mother these strange abilities! If you were my mother, you'll have told me who my father was and let me worship him!"

"You are unique, that is all."

Her son rolled his eyes.

"Look, I don't want you worshipping your father. We were both young then."

"Are you telling me I was a mistake!" he screamed. "some one night consequence? Are you a slut? A whore?"

"How dare you!" Cho was extremely red now.

"face it, that's what you are…"

"The reason…the reason I didn't tell you who your father is, is for the sake of protecting you! The reason I sent you off was to protect you! How dare you take my care as rubbish!"

"Protect me! Protect me!"

"Do you know who Adrian Arik is! That man who was at Ollivander's"

"he's Remus' son, big deal. Why should I care?"

"he's also the Half Blood Prince's older brother! If I told you there, he might have just ran off, and reporting it to him." Cho was saying. "There are of course always other spies and Death Eaters around. Information such as this cannot leak out."

"Why? What is it about my father. He's a nobody right? Why would the Prince be concerned about him, about me?."

Suddenly what his mother said hit him, and he slumped onto a nearby chair. "My father didn't do anything stupid did he? He didn't go out and got onto the man's nerves, did he?" the words were soft, and for once it showed concerned and fear. "We're not hunted for some crime he committed, and are in hiding are we? We're not being persecuted are we?"

"I wish it were that simple." Cho replied. "You see, its worst then that, much worst." She turned to his son and cupped his face in her hands. "your father, your father is….." she said, staring into the eyes that had belonged to the father, and his father's mother.


Well more revealed about this mysterious Asian-White boy, who now turns out to be Cho's son. So Arik continues his plans. The next school year begins shortly. Remember to Review!