Hogwarts' ANBU

Chapter 10: The Beginning of Rebellion

Hermione actually waited two entire weeks, before mentioning her idea of him teaching interested students Defence against the Dark Arts again. In those weeks, a lot had happened. Ron had been to another four Quidditch training sessions and hadn't been yelled at during the last two of them and in McGonnagalls class the Golden Trio finally made their mice disappear (Hermione was already making kittens disappear). As for Taijutsu, Wolf had put a few logs on the training field as to show them how to correctly carry out a punch, and started showing the faster learning students how to use kunai, and shuriken. There were still some students that didn't pass the bell test- mostly Slytherins- but even Ron had only passed because, after watching a few times, Hermione had finally understood, what Wolf really wanted from them, and had given her red-headed friend a nudge in the right direction. Umbridge hadn't inspected their extra-class yet, probably out of fear, due to her latest 'arguement' with the ANBU, but everyone was sure that she was plotting something.

The guards seemingly didn't care, though…

But for Harry, there had been the greatest changes! He was finally done with his detention, and he highly doubted that the words carved into his hand would have ever disappeared again, if Lynx hadn't healed him each and every time. When he thought about the pink-haired guard, he always felt guilty that he couldn't repay her. After the third-years had told everyone who wanted to listen to them about what had transpired between the silver- and the pink-haired guard, it had been everything Hogwarts talked about. The good thing was that at least Lynx' suitors had backed off from her. But all the bad things that came with it, out-numbered this one achievment easily.

The young woman had gone through quite some things in the past two weeks. For one, after the animated tales of the third-years, people had gone over to judge her- some being in the Anti-Wolf/Lynx-group, and some on the Pro-Wolf/Lynx-side. The first one was mostly made up of the Slytherins that were just looking for a reason to pick on the guards (especially Malfoy), and some of the older students of Ravenclaw. The latter consisted of the majority of girls in Hogwarts, and the helpless romantics that just loved stories like Romeo and Juliet…

And it seemed that both sides annoyed her the same!

She didn't show it much on the outside (she had gotten better at controlling her temper), ignoring the students with their snidey remarks, and ambigous suggestions, but Harry could see her tensing, whenever someone stepped too close, or made an off-coloured joke. The worst were probably Snape's comments! While the other teachers had the decency to fake ignorance, the Potions' master would use every opportunity to humilate the young ANBU, making the Slytherin side of the dungeon roar in hilarious laughter, while the Griffindors clenched their fists. In their opinion, Lynx didn't deserve such a treatment. She'd been nothing but nice to the students, even the Slytherins- except for that one time on the train, when she had sent Malfoy flying (Harry still enjoyed thinking about that).

A few times, one Griffindor or another was about to speak up, and- consequences be damned- give Snape a piece of his/her mind, but the young medic with the rosette hair had always been by that student's side, laying a hand on his, or her shoulder, and shaking her head just slightly. She acted like she didn't care, even though everyone knew better. She was being tough, although it was hurting her inside.

And then, one day, Snape crossed a line!

"I would ask Ms. Parkinson to give back this homeworks," he started, an evil gleam in his eyes as he held the stack of paper into the air for everyone to see. The Griffindors, and Slytherins immediately knew what would come next, and, while one half was waiting for it eagerly, the other was gritting their teeth in disgust. "-but who knows what people would think about me, if our hands accidentilly brushed. I'm not a pedophile, and-"

Snape never finished that sentence, because before knew what had happened, he was on the floor face first, one hand pinned behind his back, Lynx sitting comfortably on his back with a foot on his head, and holding a kunai to this throat. Her growling made it apparent to everyone that she was seething with rage. Jumping from their seats, the Slytherin students made for the wall at the other end of the dungeon, while the Griffindors grinned smugly, happy that their friendly guard had finally taken the matter into her own hands!

"Personally, I don't care what you say about me, but if I hear one more bad word about my sensei, you'll be extremly sorry!" the young woman hissed, her voice laced with venom and a promise.

"My, my, protective, aren't we?" a smooth baritone voice asked. Everyone turned around to see the object of the current predicament standing in the entrance, leaning against the door-frame. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he stood there as if he didn't have a care in the world. "Let him go, Lynx."

"Sensei? What are you doing here?" said woman asked as she raised herself off of Snape's back.

"We heard strange noises coming from here and decided to take a look," Cat's calm voice drifted over as she appeared from behind her comrade's taller frame, resting an arm leisurely on his shoulder, and leaning slightly on him.

"Oh…"

"And I can't help but notice, that I should be the overprotective one here. Insulting us is not the best way to make friends with us, Snape-san," Wolf added, amusement lacing his voice, and way too casual. However, that changed as he turned fully towards the still groaning Snape, and added coldly, menacingly. "Which is why I feel compelled to say that if I hear so much as a whispered rumor about you, or anyone else making sick, degrading jokes about my former student, I'll have that person, and everyone who laughed about it dig their own graves, am I understood?!"

Snape had made a face, but nodded. So did the Slytherins.

"Good." Cat sighed, relieved. "If you're done, Wolf, I'd like to get back, and take a nice long shower. If you don't mind…" She indicated towards the hallway.

"Shower, hm?" the silver-haired male chuckled. "Now that you mentioned it, I could use one, too… Care if I join you?"

"SENSEI!" Lynx yelled at the top of her lungs. Sometimes, her temper still got the best of her…

"Just asking, jeez," her former teacher replied, a smug smirk in his voice.

"I wouldn't mind."

"CAT!" the pink-haired girl screeched, while the students turned different shades of red.

"Just saying!" the woman answered, laughing. "No need to get so riled up. I mean, can you really blame me? I highly doubt that you would protest, if your childhood friend would proposition to you."

The younger ANBU obviously blushed as she averted her eyes to the ground.

"Now, that's nothing to be ashamed off, Lynx. He's a fairly attractive man… and so is Wolf," Cat said slyly.

"In any case, that's nothing to discuss in front of the brats!" Wolf's comment interrupted the women's conversation as he grabbed Cat's wrist, and gently dragged her out of the dungeon, leaving a room full of flushed people in awkward silence.

"They didn't really mean that, did they?" Ron asked no one in particular.

"Argh! It seems that with every minute she spends with him, she adopts more of his most infuriating traits, such as making risqué jokes…" the only left guard grumbled.

The students sweatdropped.

(Later)

It was this very evening that Hermione spoke up about her idea again. Eagle was sitting with them around the fire, too, so it looked almost like a De-ja-vú (he had long brown hair, too, after all). Harry had been thinking intently about her suggestion in the past few weeks. There were times, where it looked like a crazy idea, like it did the evening his friends first mentioned it, and then other times he had to think about all the spells, that had helped him survive all his various encounters with dark creature.

Harry actually caught himself, thinking about lessons already…

"Well, I thought about it…"

"And?" the bushy-haired girl asked.

"I don't know," he said evasively, looking up at Ron.

"I thought it was a great idea from the beginning," Ron said, who, seeing as Harry wasn't about to yell at them again, was much more talkative now. Harry shifted embarrassedly in his seat, while chancing a glance at the last person in the room, as if asking his approval. Eagle, obviously, reserved any kind of judgement, though Harry couldn't help but be under the impression, that he thought them very stupid, even if quite courageous…

"I told you, I had a lot of luck all those times…"

"Yes, Harry-" Hermione gently confirmed. "-but it would be ridiculous to fake that you weren't great at Defence against the Dark Arts, because you are. Last year, for example, you were the only one who was able to completely shake off the Imperius-curse. And you can conjure a real patronus, something not even most last-years of Durmstrang can do. Viktor always said-"

"Yeah? What did Vicky say?" Ron asked defiantly, interrupting his female friend, which earned him a glare, both from Hermione and Eagle, the latter probably just wanting to enjoy the peace and quiet, the edge in Ron's voice had disrupted. Needless to say, the red-head fell quiet immediately.

"Well, what do you say? Do you want to teach us?" Hermione finally asked, ignoring Ron's comment.

"Just the two of you, yes?" Harry said with a hopeful voice, though knowing better. Eagle snorted incredously, and indeed Hermione explained to him that he should teach everyone that would like to learn, how to defend themselves from Voldemort. And it was the fact that she used the Dark Lords name more than anything, that placated Harry. However, the Boy-Who-Lived interjected that with the people thinking him a crazy maniac, there wouldn't be many to teach, to which Hermione countered with a "You'd be surprised…" that set him off all over again.

"Look, why don't we tell everyone that's interested, that we'll meet them on our first Hogsmead Weekend somewhere in the town?"

"You mean, if there will be a Hogsmead Weekend!" Harry reminded her. "Did you forget what Lynx said?"

"No, but I, on the contrary of you two, have watched the guards train, when they weren't teaching or patrolling the last few weeks, and know what they're capable of. I highly doubt, a little town full of wizards will scare them," Hermione said, matter-of-factly, sparing a glance at Eagle, who the Golden Trio knew felt slightly proud against his will.

"But why do we have to do it out of school?" Ron asked.

"Because, it's unlikely that the Toad-woman would appreciate what you are doing, wouldn't you agree?" Eagle spoke up for the first time, before rising and walking out of the Griffindor common room as his break was over.

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The guards had assembled in their own common room by now, Wolf- as expected- being the last to join them. In complete silence, except for the cracking in the fire place, they sat on the seats and couches, waiting for someone to begin the conversation. That went on for a few minutes and as no one seemed willing to be the one to break the ice, Shikamaru shifted in his seat, muttering another one of his trademark Troublesomes.

"It's getting closer, and we still need to check out the town," he murmured.

"…"

"Actually, I have taken a look at it," Neji cleared his throat. "On the first evening, when I checked the school grounds. It seems to be a peaceful little town full of civilians- well, civilian wizards. It's not a fortress, but two or three of us should still be enough to make sure nothing bad can happen- and since apparently some of the kids want to meet in town, they're going to be safe just by the large number of them. I think, we can let them go."

"I agree," Sakura admitted. "Sasuke and I have visited the city and it looked quite endearing."

"You visited it?" Kakashi asked, brows creased. They had disregarded the animal masks, as they were alone. The cloth covering the lower half of his face was still there, though.

"Yeah, two weeks ago. We had a sparring session in the Forbidden Forest, and since we were already close by, we thought, we might as well check it out. We also met Genma there, remember?"

"And?" Naruto asked, curious as ever.

Flashback

"But why do I have to come with you?"

"Because."

"Because what?"

"Because I say so."

Sasuke sighed. It was futile to argue, she would have it her way, so it was better to give in without further arguement. At least it would save him from one of her chakra-enfused punchs- even though she would probably heal him immediately, and feeling her chakra in his system was quite nice… But it was just not worth all the pain! So, instead of complaining, he just shrugged his shoulders, and moved to follow her steps on the way into town.

When they reached the first few houses, there was nobody who payed much attention to them, probably due to the lack of light on the streets. The wizards most likely didn't even notice them. However that changed drastically as they entered the more crowded part of the village. Here, wizards, and witches stopped dead in their tracks to openly gape at them. Whispers could be heard. Apparently they had already heard about the new guards at the castle, but were surprised and also a little frightened to see them in their small town.

Neither Sakura nor Sasuke cared much.

Without the courtesy of a hello, or even a friendly nod, they made their way around town to look for possible bridges in security- only to find out this place didn't have any. Security, that is. These wizards were either not that afraid of this Voldemort-guy, or they didn't believe that he was really back, and maybe they were a little stupid, too. As if Voldemort would be the only thing to be afraid of!

In any case, the lack of security annoyed both guards!

Once they had finished their checking-out session, they made a second run through the town, just for fun. By this time, the pink-haired girl had linked arm with him, and her avenger-companion found himself silently enjoying their closeness. Leisurely strolling through the streets, they'd stop once in a while, and Sakura would point at some shop, or other that offered candy, or parchment, or pets. She found a very cute looking squirrel, and began musing about buying a pet once they got home. She quickly dismissed the thought, however, as she was always away on missions as well as her friends, and she didn't know who would take care of the poor beast then.

'Maybe a cat would be the right pet for her…' Sasuke thought, since the feline could take care of itself quite well. He felt compelled to tell Sakura his conclusion, and maybe even go choosing the little creature with her, just to see her smile at him, her green eyes radiating with joy.

He was interrupted, when two wizards stepped into their way.

The two men wore dark blue cloaks like it was some sort of badge. They had angry expressions on their faces, which only darkened when they took in Sasuke's appereance.

"Can we do something for you?" The Uchiha asked, coolly.

"Are you the guard that attacked Madam Umbridge, the High Inquisitor-"

"One of them," the bluish-haired boy replied, thinking about Sayuri.

"We're aurors, and here to put you under arrest by order of the minister-"

"Nice joke," Sakura snorted.

"I wasn't joking, Miss," the man said, stoicly.

"Then I am not joking either, when I say, that if you don't stop bothering us, you'll regret that your mother ever gave birth to you," a dark voice answered. The aurors turned on their heels- behind them there stood two more masked people. Two men about a head taller then them, a Bear- and a Lion-mask over their faces, hands already on their swords, which were strapped to their backs. "Now go, and don't ever come back here again- or at least not for as long as we are here, because next time, we won't be so lenient!"

Both wizards raised their wands, but thought better of it a moment later. They were out-numbered after all!

"And you…" Yamato directed his words towards his young subordinates. "What are you up to?"

"Huh?" Sakura asked, confused, then noticed that her arm was linked with Sasuke's, and, blushing, hastily pulled away. She hadn't even noticed what she'd done, and was now hoping that her friend wasn't too angry with her. Meanwhile, Sasuke was really annoyed at the loss of warmth, not to mention the feeling of her soft body against his arm. "Oh, nothing. We were just checking if the village was safe for the students… But what are you doing here, anyway?! Shouldn't you be doing missions and such?"

"Oh, and you think we're here on the other side of the world in full gear just for kicks, hm?" Genma dead-panned. "Godaime-sama sent us for some information-gathering. We-"

"Not here, Bear. Let's go someplace more private."

"Yeah, right. Sorry."

"How about the castle?"

"NO!" both men chorused.

"You see, we heard from Tsunade that old one-eye is in a sensitive state, and wouldn't want to… you know…" Genma added, nervously.

"…"

"Can't blame you," Sasuke agreed. "I'd rather be someplace else as well. He's acting weird. Any idea why?"

"No. Only that Godaime-sama has something to do with it. You?"

"Same as you."

"Ah, damn. I had hoped on some juicy story to-"

"Chrm chrm," Yamato made, and was surprised, when both Sakura and Sasuke cringed at the sound. They motioned for the two ANBU Captains to follow, and agreed to telling them later, when everything important was discussed.

"Just don't do it again," Sakura told them.

End of Flashback

"And what we discussed, we told you. Yamato, Genma, Sai, and Ino split up once they arrived in England, and Genma decided it would be better to inform us personally, when they got something new, in case the summon would be attacked or side-tracked on his way here- or someone would try to overhear… And that Voldemort wants to bribe us," Sakura reported back. "It's a nice town, really. There is only one place, I wouldn't like to have the kids going. It's called the Hog's Head. That's a pub that is… well, to put it bluntly, disgusting."

"And let me guess!" Shikamaru mumbled sarcastically. "That's exactly where the kids plan to go?!"

"Mmh, from what I overheard… yes."

A collective sigh could be heard.

"So?" Sayuri spoke up after contemplating for a moment. "Are we letting the students have their fun?"

Everyone turned to Kakashi, who sighed.

"If everyone agrees, I guess."

The other ANBU nodded silently, except for Shikamru, who mumbled a "Troublesome, but yes!" and then stood up to get going. He had nightwatch today. Neji followed after him.

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The morning of their first Hogsmead Weekend started out bright, but windy. After breakfast the students lined up infront of Filch, who scratched their names from a long, long list, before re-grouping under the watchful eyes of Eagle and Lynx, who stood at the entrance. The guards had finally agreed to allowing the students to go into the village as long as they accepted the same rules that existed within the castle's walls. Which meant that third- to fifth-years had to go in groups of at least five people, and sixth- and seventh-years in groups of at least three. When Harry stepped infront of Filch, the man started to sniff around him as if trying to find a certain scent on him. The older man then nodded, and let him pass. Getting odd looks from his friends, Harry told them the story of Filch suspecting him to buy stink bombs. Hermione seemed quite interested in that story, wondering who might have given him the cue. When the dark-haired boy guessed the culprit to be Malfoy, she seemed reluctant to accept that, but didn't argue either.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had passed Filch's scrutiny, only to be stopped by the brown-haired guard, who told them that they weren't going anywhere without him. The Golden Trio had heard the ANBU discussing what was to be done about them, and had agreed that Eagle and Lynx would go to this meeting with them to ensure that nothing would go wrong. So, they waited until everyone else had left, before making their way down the road to the village. Like many students before them, they stopped dead in their tracks for a second to watch as they saw Wolf sitting with his back against a tree. He was reading some orange-covered book that he held with one hand. The other was almost tenderly massaging Cat's scalp, the woman having her head resting on his thigh.

The Golden Trio blushed furiously at the possible implications.

At the sound of a low growl, Harry turned to Eagle, who was being scolded by his pink-haired subordinate. She was reminding him that Cat- apparently a relative of Eagle- was a grown woman and could make her own choices.

"Besides, there is nothing inappropriate with what's happening, so get a grip!" She scoffed at him.

Hogwarts' Golden Trio exchanged looks, before strolling onwards with a last glance at the two love-birds enjoying their free time (the guards had agreed that some of them would get a free day on each of the Hogsmead Weekends).

"Where are we even going?" Harry asked.

"To the Hog's Head," Hermione said as if it was nothing, yet Harry and Ron could definitely hear the slight groaning that escaped the guards throats as they walked around a corner to see a wooden sign, on which the head of a hog could be seen, bleeding all over the white tissue underneath it.

Lynx gave a disgusted snort.

"Are you sure we're allowed to go in there?" Ron asked.

"Yes, yes, I am," the bushy-haired girl answered. "I even asked Professor Flitwick, if we could, and he said yes, but suggested bringing our own glasses."

"Oh, okay."

"And who did you say wanted to come?"

"Oh-" Hermione squeaked. "Just a few people, you know."

However, when they entered the dubious establishment, they were met by a large crowd of Hogwarts' students, and a very stunned barkeeper. It looked like the man had never seen so many people in his pub in all his life. Fred and George were just ordering drinks for everyone and demanding the money from the boys and girls.

"And what would our beloved guards like to quench ther thirst?" Fred asked friendly. He had been one of the people who hadn't lowered themselves to taking sides, and had treated Lynx the same- he had, although, been one of the Griffindors who had most wanted to break Snape's nose, and stuff a stinking sock into every laughing Slytherin's mouth!

"I don't want anything, thanks," Eagle replied. From what he had seen, he didn't trust the glasses here. Especially since they seemed to get dirtier with every try the bartender gave at cleaning them.

"A shot of Tequila would be nice."

Everyone looked at her, even her comrade.

"Don't look at me like that, Eagle, I don't think they have Sake here!" She defended herself.

"…You shouldn't drink while on duty, period…" Neji murmured.

Once the shock had ebbed away, and everyone had their drinks, Lynx sitting contented with a small glass of clear liquid in her hand in one of the corners, they all sat down. Harry whispered an annoyed "A few people?" into Hermione's ear. The girl flushed and told him that many seemed to like the idea, before giving a little speech as soon as everyone had calmed down. She told them how she thought they should take matters into their own hands when it came to Defence against the Dark Arts, and learn how to really cast all the spells Umbridge refused to teach them.

"You want to pass your O.W.L.s, I bet!" a boy named Michael Corner called over.

"Of course I want to, but there are more important reasons why we should learn how to defend ourselves," Hermione huffed. "For example, because…because Lord V-voldemort is back." The reaction was predictable, and came instantanously. Cho Chang's friend spilled some of her drink onto herself, Terry Boot visibly flinched, Padma Patil shivered, and a strange gasping noise could be heard from Neville, which he tried to cover up as a cough. All of them now looked expectantly at Harry. "Well, that at least is the plan. If you want to participate, we need to discuss, when-"

"Where's the proof that You-Know-Who is back?" A blonde player of the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team asked rather aggressively. "All we have is his word."

"Who are you?" Ron wanted to know from the annoying brat.

"Zacharias Smith, and I think, everyone here would like to know, why he says that You-Know-Who is back."

Harry finally understood, why so many people were so eager to come here today. Not because of Hermione's idea, but because they had hoped to hear a juicy story. "Why I claim that You-Know-Who is back? Simple, because I saw him, but Dumbledore already told you the story last summer, and if you didn't believe him then, you won't believe me now, and I won't waste an afternoon to convince you. But why would Death Eaters attack our school train, if not because Voldemort ordered them to? But, if you're here to hear some tale about how it is to confront Voldemort, you may as well go."

And there the discussion began again. About all the things he had done- and more importantly survived- in the past four years of school, while Harry argued that he had always had a lot of help and luck. When Zacharias Smith then started to doubt the Boy-Who-Lived, because of his modesty, Fred and George took the opportunity to threaten the boy with their new devices and the boy paled a little.

"You know, we could clean your ears with this-"

"Or stick it someplace else, we aren't prudish about this, you know!" Fred added as George held up a long, dangerous looking instrument, before adding: "Or maybe, we should leave you alone with our pink-haired friend here. She doesn't look too pleased with you, does she?"

Glancing over his shoulder, Smith noticed that indeed Lynx was tapping her foot impatiently, and even Eagle had crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance. Suddenly, Zacharias seemed very interested in the pattern on the walls.

"So?" Hermione tried again. "Are we all agreeing that we want Harry to teach us?"

Nodding could be seen and a few even mumbled a "yes". The Smith-boy, still eyeing the moody guards, didn't say anything.

"Well, in that case, we have to decide how many times we meet. Honestly less than once a week wouldn't do us any good-"

"Wait a minute!" Angelina suddenly spoke up. "What about Quidditch training?" At this another argument began, which Hermione put to an end by assuring them that they would find an evening where everybody could be present.

"But you have to understand that this is really important, because since V-Voldemort is back, we need to learn how to defend ourselves from his Death Eaters, like the ones that attacked the Hogwarts' Express."

"I agree!" Ernie Macmillian spoke up. Harry had already been waiting for him to say something. "Personally, I think this is one of the most important things during this whole year- maybe even more important than the O.W.Ls." He looked around, daring everyone to shout "Certainly not!", and as nothing came, he continued. "I just can't understand, why the Ministry sends us such an useless teacher in a time like this, one that wouldn't even let us use magic at all?!"

"Oh, we think, that's exactly it," Hermione answered, without being asked. Maybe it was some kind of gene, one that forced her to reply to every question thrown into the same room as her? "We think Fudge is afraid that Dumbledore might be trying to make an army out of us, that he would like to send into battle against the ministry. Which is why, Umbridge is so against the guards, and our new class, too."

This explanation seemed to baffle everyone, except for Luna Lovegood, who said something about Fudge having his own army of… At that point, Neji and Sakura stopped listening, as they knew it would only fuel another heated argument with the bushy-haired girl. After a few minutes of senseless bickering, a loud "Chrm, Chrm" could be heard, that made the students jump. Even the guards were bewildered for a moment, though they knew it couldn't be the Toad-woman- they would've felt her. In fact, it was the young Ginny Weasley, whose wide grin somehow reminded Neji of his younger cousin, Hanabi, on one of her more mischievious days…

The students then thought about where they would want to meet and it was decided that it would remain undecided. Harry, Ron and Hermione were left to think about it, and then inform the others. Before everyone departed however, the Griffindor genius wanted them to sign a paper. By signing, they would agree not to tell anybody- especially Umbridge herself- about their little rebellion. Here, people shifted uncomfortably, because none of them wanted to put their names on something. When Harry reminded Ernie who excused himself by saying he was a prefect that he had said that this was the most important thing going on this year. When Hermione asked him if he really believed she was going to leave this parchment unattended, Macmillian reluctantly agreed to sign his name on the paper. After that, no one argued anymore and soon they left into different directions.

Outside and out of ear-shot, the first thing Ron said, was: "Zacharias Smith is a little bastard, wouldn't you agree?"

"I don't like him much, either," Hermione admitted, while Harry and the guards stayed silent. "But he heard how I talked with Ernie at the Huflepuff-table and he seemed really interested, too. So, what was I supposed to say? On the other hand, zhe more, the better – Michael Corner probably wouldn't have been there either, if he didn't date Ginny-"

"He does what?!" Ron asked furiously, while choking on his drink, his ears burning red. "She dates- What? My sister dates- what do you mean, Michael Corner? Who was that?"

"The dark one."

"I didn't like that one."

"Now, that's surprising!" Hermione and Lynx murmured at the same time, rolling their eyes. Exchanging a glance, they shrugged and went on.

End of chapter 10!

A/N: Well, it's finally posted... I hope you enjoyed it, and, again, I'm sorry it took so long. I'll try to update at least once a month from now on.

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