Disclaimer: No characters belong to me, they go to the wonderful J.K Rowling along with some borrowed paragraphs
"Harry, the time for Disarming is past! These people are trying to capture and kill you! At least Stun if you aren't prepared to kill!"
A Patronus shot from the sky towards the ground, all eyes followed its graceful movements as it landed and materialized into the glowing form of a weasel, after a second in Arthur Weasley's voice, "House secure, everyone is okay,"
James breathed a sigh of relief his heart unclenching slightly. He stood up, brushed off his soot covered robes and then walked over to where the eldest Weasleys were sat. Bill had woken up and was looking at them all bleary eyed, the blood had been cleared from his face exposing the gruesome deep cuts littering his face.
James crouched down by the red head.
"All right Bill?" James asked softly,
The Weasley sent James a withering look, James chuckled.
"Yeah, sorry, stupid question, anyway me and Sirius are gonna Apparate with you okay? You might be jostled a bit but it will be better than taking a Portkey," James informed him before looking at a pale faced Charlie, "Help me get him up, will you?"
Charlie nodded and together the two of them pulled Bill to his feet. He sagged against James's shoulder a slightly painful dead wait. James looked around the blackened Weasley garden and spotted Sirius beside Tonks, Remus and Hagrid handing them a broken picket from the garden fence.
James watched and saw Remus say something to Sirius who smiled then walked away. Silently, Sirius took Bill's over side supporting the man between him and James.
"The rest of the Order have gone with Dumbledore to look for Ron," Sirius said to Charlie, "Remus, Tonks and Hagrid are coming to the Potter Manor with us to help keep the kids in line,"
"Yeah knowing them lot they won't stop until they're helping," Charlie sighed, "I'm gonna go with them, I need to see Mum and Dad,"
"Don't blame you Charlie," James told him, "The Portkey will be leaving in a minute or two,"
"Thanks,"
Charlie left the three and walked over to where Hagrid was casting a large shadow over Tonks and Remus. Tonks held out the Portkey between the group and they each pressed a finger to the Portkey and after a second the four vanished.
"Right come on, Molly will have our heads if we don't hurry up," Sirius said,
Bill chuckled weakly.
James looked at Sirius and nodded, simultaneously the pair turned on the spot and everything was suddenly black, and James was spinning the only thing he could feel was Bill's limp arm over his shoulders and his own around the red heads waist, he couldn't breathe, his eyes were rolling in his head-
He landed quite steadily and suddenly. James looked up blinking a few times at the familiar Potter Manor. The large grand white stone house was hidden amongst a thick canopy of leaves coming from the deep brown trunks on either side of the house.
James smiled slightly. He really loved the Potter Manor and could remember many happy times from when he was younger and running around the house with the other Marauder's much to his Mother's annoyance and his Father's amusement.
His eyes passed over the stone porch steps, the grand wooden door, the large bay windows, the countless balconies, the round windows in the loft… James redoubled his hold on Bill and together he and Sirius walked forward across the grass towards the door.
Sirius flicked his wand at the door and it swung open, the three of them walked in and James saw Tonks and Remus waiting for them in high roofed hallway.
"How is he?" Tonks asked anxiously,
"Not good," James replied, "Where's Molly?"
"In the living room," Remus replied leading the way, "Why don't one of you conjured a stretcher?"
"Ah, that might be a good idea," Sirius said with a chuckle,
He flicked his wand again and a stretcher appeared in mid air floating at hip height. Together with the help of Tonks and Remus, James and Sirius lowered Bill down onto the stretcher. He had slipped unconscious and his wounds were bleeding once more, fine trickles of blood were oozing down his face.
James pointed his wand at the stretcher and began to walk the stretcher floating in front of him as he followed Remus into the living room. They were all gathered in there, Mr and Mrs Weasley sat beside George, Mrs Weasley wrapping bandages around his head as he laughed at something his twin had said.
Hermione and Ginny were sat beside another couch of which Harry was sat on; he was scowling slightly as Ginny teased him about something. Hermione, James noticed, was not really listening but staring at the far wall her eyes glazed over. Charlie stepped forward from where he had been stood examining the fireplace.
"How is he?"
His worlds alerted Mr and Mrs Weasley of their other son's presence. Mrs Weasley gasped and hurriedly tucked in the bandages on George's head and dashed forward with her husband as James lowered the stretcher to the floor with a wave of his wand.
"Oh Bill!" Mrs Weasley cried sounding very close to tears as she knelt by the stretcher,
She took out her wand her hand trembling slightly; she waved it at Bill's face and the blood once again vanished. Mrs Weasley paled as she saw just how deep the cuts were.
"I need a Blood-replenishing potion and a Healing salve…" She muttered,
"I got it," James said quickly before calling out into thin air, "Misty!"
With a loud crack a house-elf appeared in thin air. She wore a snowy white towel embodied with the Potter crest. The house-elf was small, with large pointy ears, and wide blue eyes rather like crystal balls. She gasped and covered her mouth with her thins fingers when she saw James who cringed at her reaction.
"Master Potter! You is alive sir!" She squeaked,
"Ah yeah crap," James said rubbing the back of his neck, "Yeah, I'm alive, I need you to get me a few potions please Misty, and what have I said about Master Potter? It's James or I start calling you Mistress Misty,"
The house-elf nodded her eyes very wide.
"Yes Master P – James," Misty squeaked as she lowered her hands, "What potions is it you requiring?"
"A Blood-replenishing and Healing salve, maybe a couple vials of a Calming potion too, and quickly please," James requested,
"Of course Master Po – James,"
Misty vanished with another loud crack.
"Oh no, I forgot to tell her not to tell the other house-elves that I'm alive," James groaned,
"Why?" Tonks asked blankly,
"They'll probably run around telling all the portraits," Remus said his eyes widening, "Oh Merlin, this isn't good…"
"Why isn't that a good thing?" Harry inquired with a frown,
"Because even though their dead they'll be so noisy we won't got a moments peace," James explained, "One of my great-great Uncle's died drunk so his portrait is kind of always drunk,"
Fred and George grinned and chorused, "Sounds like our type of guy,"
"Boys," Mr Weasley said sternly,
The pair shrugged, "Sorry Dad,"
Misty reappeared with another loud crack; she had a box full of vials and potions in her small arms. James relieved her of the heavy box with a grateful smile and handed it to Mrs Weasley who took it wordlessly with a worried look in her brown eyes.
"Thanks Misty, you didn't tell any of the others elves about me being alive did you?"
Misty titled her at him bemusedly.
"Why of course Master James, it is to be celebrated!" Misty squeaked in reply, she looked around the room for the first time and her eyes became as wide as dinner pates as her mouth hung open, "Master Remus! Master Sirius! You is returned!"
"Nice to see you again Misty," Remus said kindly,
Tonks grinned in amusement at Remus who rolled his eyes at her.
"Hey Mist!" Sirius grinned,
"Master James," Misty said in a whisper that was heard by the silent members in the room, "Who is the others?"
"Oh right, the ones with red hair are the Weasley's, you must remember them, you've met Arthur and Molly before," James replied gesturing to the couple who were knelt by Bill's side applying the green salve to Bill's heavily scarred face,
Misty nodded, "Misty is happy to see you again Mistress Molly, Master Arthur,"
Mr Weasley smiled at her in a strained way, "You too Misty,"
The house-elf beamed then her eyes widened once more.
"What is happened to your son?" She squeaked,
"He was hurt," Mrs Weasley cried desperately, "I don't know how!"
"I do," Harry said from the couch his eyes darkening slightly, "I don't who or what it was but they tried to attack me when Bill jumped in the way, they were acting like an animal almost…"
"An animal?" James echoed his son's words with a frown, "Who could that be?"
"Greyback," Remus growled unexpectedly,
"No!" Mr Weasley gasped, "Fenrir Greyback? No!"
"Who?" Ginny asked blankly,
"He's a werewolf," Remus replied in a angry voice, "He's working with Voldemort, positioning himself by towns at the time of a Full Moon, biting children young to taint their ideas, he's begun biting people even when it's not full moon, he's a-"
"-cannibal!" Hermione whispered horrified,
"Misty is fixing it!" The house-elf said striding towards the three Weasley's,
She stretched out her long fingered hand and snapped her fingers, the green salve that Mrs Weasley had applied to Bill's face vanished to be replaced by an odd gold light that shimmered around Bill's face glowing brightly where the cuts were. Everyone watched silently and in amazement as the elf magic glowed over Bill's face to such a degree that it was almost painful to look at it until it vanished.
Mrs Weasley stared at Bill's face her mouth hanging open as Mr Weasley's eyes widened behind his glasses. The cuts had been healed leaving behind only faint pink lines.
Misty wiped the back of her hand across her forehead.
"Misty's magic has healed Master Weasley's wounds, they will not fully go Misty is afraid," The house-elf squeaked,
"Thank you Misty," Mr Weasley choked as Mrs Weasley began to cry,
"It is no problem Master Arthur," Misty said with a small bow as she stood up, "Misty must return to the kitchens to prepare dinner,"
With another loud crack the house-elf vanished.
"How many house-elves are there here Mr Potter?" Hermione asked,
Ginny rolled her eyes at Harry who looked exasperated by Hermione's question.
"James and I'm not sure, about seventy? Less than Hogwarts I know,"
Hermione pursed her lips slightly and looked away.
"Hermione doesn't agree with house-elves belonging to a family," Remus whispered to James, "She thinks its slavery even when the house-elves are happy,"
"Well she's in for a big surprise when she meets Happy," James replied with a smirk,
Remus sighed but smiled as well, "Yes, she really is,"
"Charlie will you send a message to Fleur for us?" Mr Weasley asked of his son, "She'll need to know what's gone on, just say Bill was in a accident and that she needs to get here – is that all right James?"
"Yeah that's fine," James agreed, "Tell her to Floo over to the Potter Manor, I'll unlock the fireplace for her,"
Charlie nodded and left the room.
"Where's Hagrid?" Sirius asked of Remus and Tonks,
"He went outside to make sure the back was clear," Tonks replied, "To be honest I think he's just hoping to find some murderous creature out there, I don't doubt that he will either, this place is massive!"
"I'll say," Fred agreed with a snort, "It's like a bloody castle!"
"Fred," Mrs Weasley said her eyes flashing, "What have I said about swearing?"
"Don't use it unless-" Fred said with a roll of his eyes,
"-completely necessary," George concluded looking at his Mum tiredly, "We know Mum but-"
"-we think this is a time that swearing is-"
"-completely necessary,"
Ginny and Harry laughed. Mr Weasley appeared to be fighting a smile.
"Have you heard anything about Ron?" Mrs Weasley asked,
The smiles and laughter disappeared as quickly as Misty had.
"The rest of the Order have gone looking, following any leads we have, any places Death Eater's might have been to," Remus replied,
"We won't know until Dumbledore gets here tomorrow morning though," James added,
"I had another vision," Harry said quietly,
James looked at his teenage son anxious at the thought of him having another vision into Voldemort's mind.
"I need to go look around to make sure everything is how it was when we last left, why don't you come with me and tell me about it then?"
"Sure," Harry agreed without missing a beat,
He got to his feet waved to his friends and muttered; "See you later," before he followed James out of the room.
Harry walked beside his Father down the grand high roofed corridors, lined with an array of mahogany tables of which vases of fresh flowers sat on and curtains that Harry guessed hid passageways rather like the ones at Hogwarts.
Harry couldn't help but admire the beauty of the Potter Manor. It held indefinable warmth that made Harry feel very at home walk down the corridors. He walked with James neither speaking; Harry took the time to think over all what happened in the last day alone.
His Father and Sirius were alive, Harry knew he should be rejoicing but he found he couldn't, his heart felt heavy with guilt and loss at the fact that Ron was gone… Again Ron's screams of pain as he was tortured rung in Harry's mind and the teenager cringed.
"What is it?"
Harry looked up at James and was surprised but slightly pleased to see him looking at Harry with concern filling his hazel eyes.
"My vision," Harry replied looking away and down the corridor they were walking down,
"What happened?" James asked softly,
Harry sighed and explained to James what he had seen. How Voldemort had told Bellatrix to fetch the boy, meaning Ron, before he had tortured and killed several of his Death Eaters because of his anger at Bellatrix retrieving the wrong boy, how he had then turned exceptionally gleeful when recognising Ron and realising he could lure Harry in with a trap. Harry had to pause when he reached the part of how Voldemort had tortured Ron…
"Go on Harry," James urged him kindly, "What happened then?"
"He cast Crucio on him," Harry relayed in a pained voice, "The vision ended then because my scar hurt so much…"
James did not reply. Harry looked up at him to see that the older Potter looked furious. His eyes were dark and Harry was surprised by the look on his face.
"That sick bastard," James growled as he turned up a staircase that was hidden by a long crimson curtain, "He's just a teenager…"
"He's doing it because he knows it'll get to me, Voldemort knows that it'll make me go try to help Ron,"
"Well there are a lot of people who will stop you if you try to do what you did with Sirius," James pointed out as they climbed the many steps of the grand wooden staircase, "Plus it might be a fake vision,"
Harry shook his head, "I don't think it was, I actually felt like the curse was being cast on me, with Sirius… my scar just hurt because it was a vision,"
"We'll find him Harry, Dumbledore has lots of ideas and most of his ideas turn out to be right," James assured him,
Harry smiled slightly then frowned.
"Yeah but Dumbledore wants me to be with Dursley's doesn't he?"
"Actually, about that…"
Harry looked at James curiously. James ruffled his hair slightly and Harry had to suppress a grin at the sight.
"Before Death Eaters kind of ruined this unexpected reunion," James said with a smile and Harry laughed, "Well he said for me to tell that you were going to have to go back to the Dursley's for a few days, then leave – permanently,"
Harry stopped walking out of complete and utter surprise. He slowly swivelled round from where he stood frozen and looked at James with wide eyes.
"What?"
James grinned looking as if he was holding back laughter, "Your heard me, Dumbledore said you get to leave the Dursley's, forever,"
"Seriously?" Harry asked opening gaping his heart thumping wildly, "No jokes?"
"Come on kid, Sirius is downstairs," James laughed jerking his thumb down the stairs they had just climbed,
For the first time since Ron had been kidnapped a glee filled grin consumed Harry's face.
"Yes! I get to leave the Dursley's!" He cried with an incredulous sort of laugh, "Yes!"
James laughed loudly looking as happy as Harry felt. He couldn't believe it! He was leaving the Dursley's – forever! He had hated it there for as long as he could remember, not knowing who he was, not knowing anything about his parents, being locked in the cupboard under the stairs for eleven years – Harry hated everything to do with the Dursley's. He had tolerated them purely on the thought that they were the only family he had left but now he had his Dad back, and Sirius and Remus…
"That bad were they?" James chuckled, "Would never have guessed,"
Harry snorted and fell in step beside his Father as they once again began to walked, "You met them didn't you?"
"Of course I did, hated them, horse face and the whale," James shuddered slightly and Harry laughed, "Worst type of people, hated me and your Mum and anything to do with magic, I used to charm things to stick on them purely just to piss them off, your Mum would join in a lot,"
"I should have done that, but I've already done illegal magic twice – no three times now,"
James smirked, "Three time huh? Is my son a law breaker then?"
"Well the first time it wasn't actually me," Harry explained, "It was a house-elf who had come to warn me that I shouldn't return to Hogwarts because bad things were going to happen, that was the year with the Chamber of Secrets, then I accidentally blew up my Aunt Marge,"
"No way!" James laughed loudly, "Bloody hell Harry! I've always wanted to do that why did you have to take the job away from me?"
Harry shrugged slightly, "He insulted you and Mum, said you were a drunk, so before she and my Aunt and Uncle knew it she was floating around the kitchen,"
"Amazing," James said with a shake of his head, "Accidental magic?"
"Yep," Harry replied unconsciously ruffling his hair, "I didn't really mean it, but looking back I'm glad I did,"
"What was the third time?" James asked interestedly leading the way down a narrow low roofed corridor lined with mirrors and very old looking tapestries that Harry was wary to touch out of fear that they'd crumble where they hung against the walls,
"Last Summer, when er – two Dementors were set on me by Umbridge," Harry spat the toads name but as he did he also put his hands in his jeans pockets to hide the fact they had clenched to fists and also the scar on the back of his left hand reading I must not tell lies because of his detentions with the wicked woman,
James grimaced, "Yeah, Remus told me all about her, Umbitch more like,"
Harry grinned, "I get the feeling you don't like her,"
"Yeah, I'm guessing you don't either, especially with you forming a secret organisation to teach people magic," James said with a raised eyebrow,
"It was necessary; we weren't learning anything," Harry pointed out with a scowl, "In the end she got fired – after being carried of by Centaurs,"
"Who knows what happened on there," James chuckled, "I've heard centaurs have massive di-"
"Ew, I really do not need to hear the rest of that sentence," Harry shuddered,
"Just trying to add light to the situation," James shrugged, "Think it's left here…"
Harry looked at him suspiciously.
"You do know where we are don't you?"
"Kinda, I haven't been here for about seventeen years, and I've been dead for much of that time,"
"True,"
The two Potters were silent for a moment as they walked down a brightly lit corridor with cream walls and several elegant doors that led to what Harry could only hazard to guess were bedrooms.
"So, how bad were the Dursley's?"
Harry didn't reply for he had just realised that James knew nothing of how Harry had been treated by his supposed Aunt, Uncle and cousin. Then again, Harry reasoned mentally, Remus and Sirius didn't know, neither did Dumbledore; the Weasley's only knew bars had been put on his windows nothing more…"
"Er – Harry?"
"What? Oh sorry," Harry mumbled looking down at his feet, "Just thinking…"
He looked up to see James frowning at him. He met his Father's concerned gaze, a gaze Harry was sure he would never get used to seeing, and squirmed slightly under it.
"Right, tell me how bad they were then, I'm guessing from the way you spaced out on me no one else really knows,"
Harry didn't miss the sudden stern tone James's voice had adopted. Harry gulped slightly running his fingers through his hair. Where to start?
"Can you just do me a favour and not interrupt until I've done, please?"
James looked alarmed but nodded nevertheless.
The two stopped walking halfway down the cream corridor opposite one of the grand doors, of which the handle was a bright emerald. Harry looked away from James and gazed down the corridor almost wishing he could just sprint down it and avoid this conversation.
"Well, they never wanted me there… my Aunt Petunia she hated Mum because she was scared of magic and my Uncle Vernon just kind of followed her with it, when I got there they didn't want me to be there but they kept me because Aunt Petunia has Mum's blood and it was the only way for me to be safe, when I was about three I think it was they put me in this cupboard they had under the stairs…" Harry risked glancing at James to see that he had stiffened his eyes wide and furious, hurriedly Harry continued to talk, "I lived there until my Hogwarts letters began to arrive, my Uncle moved to my cousin Dudley's spare bedroom but the letters kept on coming. He tried to stop them, in the end he went crazy with the hundred of letters being delivered every day and he took us to this random shack in the middle of nowhere. That how I celebrated my eleven birthday until Hagrid turned up and gave me the letter and then well that's kinda it,"
"Not it isn't," James said in a soft voice that did not reflect the anger burning in his eyes, "There's more,"
"Huh? No there isn't," Harry lied shifting where he stood slightly,
"I knew your Mum well enough to know that when she was lying and you have the same look in your eyes,"
Harry sighed conceding; once again he ran his fingers through his hair and raised his gaze to meet James's.
"All right, they made me cook and clean for them, Dudley had no chores it was just me, I had to rebuild the garden shed once, they locked all my Hogwarts stuff under the stairs and put bars on my window, they locked my door and only let me out to go the bathroom and put food through this flap they put on my door…" Harry trailed off unsure if he would even dare to say anymore at the furious look on James's face,
In that moment Harry realised he would never doubt that his Father had defied Voldemort three times. James seemed to be the reason behind the phrase if looks could kill.
"There's more," James said his voice quiet and soft, "Harry, tell me what else there is,"
"Er my cousin used to use me as a punching bag," Harry said cringing at his choice of words, "He stopped when I got to Hogwarts because he was afraid I would use magic on him, he punched me when I saved him from the Dementors but that was because he was scared…"
With a small scowl James asked, "What about Vernon?"
Harry looked at him confused, "W-what do you mean?"
"I knew him well enough to know that he was fond for Muggle violence,"
Harry stared for a moment before blinking.
"He's treated me horribly but not that bad…" Harry said realising what James meant,
James breathed out running his fingers through his wild black hair. He relaxed, leaning heavily against the wall, the fire in his eyes vanished and he smiled at Harry.
"I'd be lying if I didn't say I was relieved,"
Harry smiled as well.
"You sure there was nothing Harry?" James asked,
Harry thought for a second. He'd accepted the Dursley way of life for so long that he'd began to accept some things that others would think as bad as normal. That had of course changed when he had started at Hogwarts as had a lot of things.
"Last summer," Harry said thinking carefully of how he was going to word what he had next, he was distracted enough that he didn't notice James stiffen again, "It was after Cedric died, you know about that right?"
James nodded, "Yeah, Sirius told me about it,"
Harry didn't mention how relieved he was that he didn't have to tell his Father about that night in the graveyard, "I was lying out the living room front window trying to listen to the news, they wouldn't let me watch so I found other ways to, Mundungus Fletcher Apparated outside the house and it surprised me so much that I leapt up and took out my wand, my Uncle hates magic so much that when he saw me with my wand out after I had nearly knocked myself out on the window he grabbed me and told me to put it away," Harry paused for a moment cringing slightly as he anticipated James's reaction to his next words, "But he grabbed me by the throat…"
The fire returned in full force in James's eyes.
"He strangled you?" He asked in a low dangerous voice,
"Yeah," Harry said heavily,
"Vernon Dursley you're not going to know what hit you…" James growled,
"It was just the one time," Harry said imploringly, desperate for James to see reason and not brutally murder the Muggle, "He's never done anything like that before,"
A series of scenarios where Harry's Uncle had done similar things came to mind but Harry chose not to mention any of them at the moment.
"All right, I believe you, don't worry, I'm not about to go on a rampage and attack your Uncle," James grumbled sounding rather like Fred or George when Mrs Weasley would catch them up to no good,
Harry chuckled, "I believe you,"
James rolled his eyes, "There was something else I wanted to talk to you about,"
Harry looked at him curiously.
"What?"
"Back at the Burrow I noticed something; you were mainly firing Stunners at the Death Eaters, why?"
Harry frowned, he had realised that he wasn't using a very wide range of spells when he knew many that could have helped him whilst fighting the Death Eaters.
"I think it was my scar," Harry replied slowly, "It's never been that painful and I think it distracted me… if I had just learnt Occlumency better I might have been able to stop Bill from being attacked, George losing an ear, Ron being kidnapped…"
"Snape was awful in the way he taught you Harry," James said, "He destroyed any natural Occlumency shields you had, I'm betting anything you felt worse after them, that's probably why, if you had a different teacher someone who didn't hold a grudge against you because of who your Dad is then things would have been different, it's not your fault,"
Harry smiled gratefully at him.
"I still could have helped though, Bill pushed me out of the way of Greyback and I stopped Dolohov from casting the Cruciatus Curse but it didn't help,"
"Well we'll change that then, I'm pretty good at Occlumency and Legilimency myself so I'll teach you it, if you can build up some defence against your visions of Voldemort it'll be good,"
"Really?"
"Course," James said with a smile, "You think I'd let you carry on having those visions after you've told me how much they hurt?"
Harry laughed slightly, "Yeah, I guess it's kind of obvious now,"
"Plus it's everyone's duty as a Dad who's been dead for fourteen years to teach their kid Occlumency – I think,"
Harry grinned holding up his hands, "Don't ask me, I don't know,"
"You bloody well better not, your only fifteen," James smirked,
Harry laughed.
"Plus you may be the best in your year at the Defence Against the Dark Arts, no scratch that the best in the school at Defence Against the Dark Arts but there's still stuff I can teach you as can Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Dumbledore… you're in for one hell of a summer kid, I can tell you that,"
"You know what, sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I was normal,"
"Boring as hell Harry, that's what it would be,"
The two Potters grinned at one another. Harry's heart was thumping unevenly not out of nerves but out of pure happiness. Despite everything outside the corridor they were stood in being so dark, dangerous and depressing Harry was inexplicably happy as he shared something with his Father.
Life would most certainly be boring if Harry were normal, it would also mean that James wouldn't be stood grinning at him as he leant against the cream walls, and Harry, in that single moment, suddenly appreciated just how important his Father was and that he could never lose him again.
A/N So sorry for the long wait but here at last is chapter ten! I'm still amazed at how many reviews, followers and favourites Of Fathers and Godfather is getting and I just want to say a massive thank you to everyone who has read my story! This chapter is more of a filler, I needed to establish Harry and James's relationship further for the rest of the plot to come in - hope you guys liked it! The grammar isn't the best at the moment I know, I only just finished this chapter and I haven't had time to go through it yet, I will do in the morning but I decided you guys deserved a new chapter so here it is! Enjoy and please REVIEW! Ta! Mischief Managed ;)