Short Recap:
Draco had not even been able to use the Killing Curse, even when it threatened his life and his families. Of course, it would make sense. It was the missing puzzle piece he had been trying to figure out since they used the first spell. Their souls had been intertwined during that spell because they both had been damaged, not because he had damaged his so much.
For the first time, Draco was speechless. He lowered his wand and closed his eyes.
"Why—"
"He tried to kill Ron," said Granger. "He was in the middle of saying the curse himself, and I beat him to the punch. I just couldn't tell anyone."
Draco sat down on the bed, he needed to think this one through. Little Miss Perfect had done the thing he had feared most to do himself. She had actually outdone him on something. Not that he would be proud to kill someone, but the fact that she had the courage to do so astounded him.
"I never thought you had it in you, Granger," he heard himself say honestly, still shaking his head in disbelief.
She did not move from her own comatose, nor did she stow her wand away.
"I'm done," he said, standing up once more. He really was. Draco needed to think once more. "Go to sleep."
Buried Myself Alive
Chapter Ten
Still no word from Hermione, thought Ron once more. It was his first thought everyone morning when he woke. Since the day she left, his mind had been filled with nothing less of dread for her safety. How she could possibly trust Draco Malfoy with her life he would never understand. He could protect her, given the chance, a million times better than that pretentious prick.
The thought aggravated him more than anything else. If Malfoy killed her, or hurt her in anyway, how would they know? Ron was certain Malfoy's intentions were far from pure. He could be turning her into He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named this very second!
He stood and quietly got dressed. It was nearing Christmas and snow was falling outside quite heavily. Harry had not yet woken up, but this was the routine. Ron got out of bed a good ten minutes before Harry so he was equally awake enough to help. Ron exited the room quietly and headed downstairs to get something to eat.
Since Hermione and Malfoy's departure, the house had been constantly full of tension. The only time throughout the day this stress was lessened was the mornings when Ron and Harry left the house and retreated into the safety of the forest to try and find a way to destroy the cup. After Hermione had taken off, Ginny had found a collection of books Hermione could only have acquired from Dumbledore. Whether this was before or after his death, he had not asked her, for she did not even seem to notice they had been taken from her trunk.
As he made himself some toast and eggs, Ron thought more of the brunette he missed so much. Normally, he would not even bother to make himself food, but today he felt especially hopeful that he and Harry might figure out something. They had been searching through all the books, there was just so many of them to go through. Some were history books about those who had tried to make Horcruxes, most were failures. One of the books even told of how to create them, but so far none spoke of how to destroy one.
Ron had sifted through the pile of large, old books the night before and found one that seemed more interesting than the rest. Not only did it tell of how to make them, but he was sure it said how to destroy them. The only problem was that it had been written in a different language, and he had no idea what it was. Harry had gone to bed by then, but Ron felt Harry would be able to help him decipher it for some reason.
About fifteen minutes later Harry came down yawning. "Let's get going," he said tiredly.
They headed to their normal spot and Harry removed the cup from his pocket and unwrapped it from the cloth he had put it in. "I cannot believe I had not thought of having Hermione look at it," he said to Ron.
He shrugged at Harry. "There was much more going on when she was here," he said. "Not to mention that git was around all the time."
Ron then retrieved the book from his bag and handed it to Harry. "Here you go, mate, I think this time we found the right book."
Harry took the book and opened it. "I didn't know Parseltongue was a written language," said Harry, astounded.
"Blimey, I had a feeling you could read it."
"Let's get to work then."
Hours later the sun was high in the sky and they were still moving through the book.
"Here it is!" said Harry excitedly. Suddenly, his face turned to a frown. "There are several ways, but the only spell needs to be performed by someone who has killed before."
"Don't look at me; I've never even been able to use the Cruciatus Curse correctly."
They both sighed loudly. "I can't believe we found it, and now the only way is if we kill someone."
"What are the other ways it says?"
"Basilisk venom works," answered Harry. "Some cursed dagger from Russia once destroyed one. And cursed fire works as well."
"I bet we could find a way to make cursed fire," said Ron. "It can't be that hard."
"The only problem with that would be putting the fire out. I'm only guessing, but it seems to me it would resemble napalm."
Ron gave him a questioning look.
"It's a Muggle chemical that was used in wars," he explained. "It cannot be put out by water. The fire will only stop when the chemical has completely burned."
"Beats me," said Ron.
Harry stood up, handing Ron the book while at the same time pocketing the cup once more. "I think we've done enough good for one day, maybe tomo—"
Without notice, there was a flash of green light that flew between them. Both immediately pulled out their wands and pointed them in the direction the curse had come from. "Come out, you bloody cowards!" yelled Harry.
"Maybe we should run back to the Burrow and warn—"
Just as he spoke, Ginny came running up the hill. "The Death Eaters found a way in!" she screamed with her wand out. "The house is on fire!"
Before they could move, however, the three of them were surrounding by figures in hooded cloaks. Their masks marked their allegiance to Lord Voldemort.
"Run, Harry!" screamed both Ron and Ginny. With only one glance backwards, Harry weaved between the two closest to him and ran back to the Burrow. The Death Eaters seemed to be everywhere.
He pulled his cloak from his pocket and threw it around himself once he saw no one. Continuing to run, he saw Molly and Arthur both fighting a Death Eater. Pointing his wand at the house, he thought as hard as he could Aguamenti. A waterfall shot from his wand and doused the house in one shot. He sprinted around the other side and stunned three Death Eaters from behind. Ginny! He thought before heading as quickly as he could back to the top of the hill.
When he got there, however, there was no one.
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The rain had not ceased nor calmed down since the afternoon. Draco could tell that it was very late at night now, but he had not moved from his spot. Yes, he had finally dried himself off, but only because he started shivering.
Finally he knew what Hermione had done to damage her soul. Of course, he had simply thought she might have used some ancient magic to do so. For example, some mind opening spells you could perform on oneself. Maybe she had used the Cruciatus Curse on someone and meant it, he had originally thought. But no, the good girl, the one of the pair that was 'pure-hearted' had actually killed someone. Murdered them.
It had been out of love, of course, but that spell does not know love. There has to be malicious intent from whoever casts it.
Draco did not know what to think of it, still. On one hand, it made her appeal and mystery increase. Even his respect for her went up, only slight mind you. On the other hand, it unnerved him a tiny bit. Either she was lying, which he doubted, and covering up something smaller, or she was telling the complete truth, which meant she had killed before and could therefore kill once more. The first time, he heard, had always been the hardest.
He was skeptic, though. If she truly had covered up killing that Death Eater, it meant she was afraid of anyone knowing she would do that. Furthermore, she really was the pure-hearted of the two. Her intentions had never been to wrong anyone. All the things he had screamed to her were only meant to hurt her. That did not mean he truly believed them.
Draco had been trying to prove a point, not make her cower in fear of her life. She admitted one of her deepest secrets, probably thinking he was going to kill her anyway. Hermione had tried to intimidate him.
He smirked at this thought and laughed out loud to himself. The best part, it had worked. For a mere second he had considered that she was going to be the end of him, right then and there. Surely, however, she was thinking the same of him.
The hilarity of the situation was that neither had the guts to do it. Even if it had meant their own life.
Draco knew for a fact he could never physically hurt her again. Throwing her to the floor had made his mind scream at him. Had he not been so determined with his plan, he would have stopped right there, helped her up, and ravaged her right on that bed.
Oh bloody Merlin! What is wrong with me? He thought.
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Hermione had not moved from her position. She could tell it had been a long while, but it did not matter. Her heart was still pounding in her chest and her breathing still rapid. Malfoy had been shocked by her confession, it seemed. Still, it did not mean he was not going to hand her over as a gift for Lord Voldemort. Maybe he was just laughing about it, not believing her attempt at scaring him.
Never would she have actually killed him, but it held him off for now, at least.
Part of her mind was screaming for her to run, the other to talk it out with him. He might actually listen.
But before she could choose, he had re-entered the tent, a much calmer look in his eyes. She caught the glimmer of brown and couldn't help but blush faintly.
He stood there for a second before slowly approaching her. "Don't worry, I'm done threatening you," he told her as he kneeled in front of her. "I'm sorry," said Draco after a moment of silence.
Hermione had hid her hand underneath her robe, grasping her wand, but released it quickly. For the second time that day, the brunette was in shock. She opened her mouth to speak, only to close it after gaping at him for a second.
"I do understand if it means nothing to you," he said, taking her hand into his own gently. "Sometimes I just lose sense of myself and do become my father. The last thing I want to be in this life is reminiscent of my father."
She looked into his eyes and saw the brown and grey sparkling brightly at her. Hermione could not help but take his words as sincere, no matter how much her mind screamed at her, for her heart spoke of something more unadulterated, more honest.
Suddenly, right before her eyes, a wall that Draco Malfoy had built so long ago had fallen. His usually cold grey eyes softened. He talked of his childhood. "My father beat my mother for years," he admitted to her. "That day I hurt you, threatened to kill you, I scared myself. I'm not surprised what you did hours later. You have a power my mother would never have had. It was okay for my father to do that, she was supposed to provide him with children. He destroyed her, and even though this is not a marriage made through love, I do... feel something for you. Something I will never be able to explain. Even if you are a Mudblood, it doesn't matter to me anymore. I will not become my father."
She bit her bottom lip. It was unbelievable that this man before her, who she had watched grow from an ignorant child, being genuine with her. His actions moved her and once again her eyes watered.
He seemed to panic. "Don't cry," he rushed. "Please."
She laughed and smiled. "I cannot trust you," she told him. "You are insane!"
Malfoy released her hand and sat down cross-legged in front of her. The wall was back in an instant; his eyes were cold once again. "How so?"
Her eyes widened. "You stormed in here only hours ago saying you were going to turn me into Voldemort! And now you are pretty much admitting you love me!"
"I don't love you!"
Hermione's lips pursed as she shook her head incredulously. "Ginny was right," she said quietly. "You really are insane."
"Stop saying that," insisted Malfoy. "I am not insane!"
"In the Muggle-world we would call you bipolar."
"Well in this world, the things I said to you were not true at all," he confessed, his voice laced with irritation. "I never had any intention of bringing you back to those people! I just wanted you to be scared."
"It bloody worked!"
"That was the point! I didn't expect you to threaten me back. I wanted you to stop tempting me!"
"Excuse me? I have done nothing of the sort! You are the one who watches me sleep."
He rolled his eyes. "You've been having nightmares, and your cries were more annoying than a baby wailing for his mother."
"Unless you admit you love me, Malfoy," she started, fuming for no real reason other than the fact that her heart was pounding. "I will leave you and go back to my family or return to the Burrow. I would be safer there."
"They would find you."
"Why do you care?"
"We are in this together!"
Hermione cocked an eyebrow. "But why does that mean so much to you? Why does heartless, bitter, callous Draco sodding Malfoy care if I stick with him through this mess he created?"
His eyes flared beautifully and he threw his hands in the air, admitting defeat. The wall had fallen once more. "Because I love you! There you go, I said it! Are you happy now?"
She laughed. Yes, the girl laughed. The man before her just admitted he loved her, and her response was to laugh in his face.
Draco glared. "What is so funny? That is not the response I wanted."
"I don't love you!" she told him, shaking her head.
His face fell into a frown. "Why not?" asked Draco childishly.
"You kidnapped me, forced me into marriage, and not to mention into hiding from the world," she answered. "I could be helping Harry, which would get us out of this mess a hell of a lot faster. This is a bunch of bullocks."
"You really are insufferable!"
"Apparently not, you just told me you love me."
"Well, I take it back."
"You can't just take it back."
"In fact, I can do what ever the bloody hell I want, I'm Draco sodding Malfoy."
Yet again, Hermione smiled. "That doesn't mean shit anymore, in case you haven't noticed. You married me!"
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That smile did it and he just could not take it anymore. This girl was messing with his head! So he did all he could think of doing, he leaned forward and-
BANG.
They both jumped up, grabbing their wands from their pockets and jumping up. Draco pulled back the tent flap and glanced outside. It had been dark out when he had returned to the tent, but now the night sky was lit up with a line of fire surrounding their line of protection. "Stay inside," he ordered her before rushing out of the tent to determine the cause of the flames.
There was no one in sight, as he glanced around, but he knew it would no longer be safe to remain here. Someone had found them. Whether it is his parents or the Dark Lord, he felt it was best to decipher this at a later time.
"We need to leave," he shouted into the tent and Hermione rushed out. With one flick of her wand their tent was in her pocket and they had locked hands to Apparate.
While they spun, Draco briefly saw a bewildered expression upon his father's face.
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Before selecting his final destination, Draco made sure to Apparate more than once. First London, then Dublin, somewhere in Egypt, back to London, Paris, Athens, Jerusalem, Egypt once more, and finally, the last place he could think of hiding safely.
The sky was darker here than it had been in Poland. The air was thicker, and the city around them was still alive. So much so that no one had even noticed the two of them appear out of thin air in the middle of a busy intersection. In no way would anyone be able to find them here. At least, not discreetly.
Grabbing Hermione's hand he tugged her along. He could see on her face that she was still in shock. He was certain she had never rapidly Apparated in her life. The first time always jumbles you for a while. Draco was used to it, having run away from home many times since he had learned to Apparate. It always had taken them days to find him when he had used this method. Going all over the hemisphere as he saw fit, making a few returns just to confuse whoever might follow, and finally making a stop far from any other destination. It truly was a useful trick during times like these.
This time, however, he had added more than before, when he was merely trying to get away from home until things had cooled down. They had no need or wanting to be found. It would give them time to plan.
"Where are we?" asked Hermione when she finally regained her energy. Draco continued to lead her along through the mess of people, intertwining their fingers to keep a better hold on her.
"Singapore," he answered simply, tugging her along.
"Oh," was all she said, falling into step next to him.
They walked several more blocks, weaving through crowds before crossing a four lane street and ending up, somehow, in what could be considered a park. It seemed quieter here. Just past the gate, sitting on a bench, they could barely hear the cars zooming by.
"Where do we go from here, Granger?"
"It's 'Malfoy' now, remember?"
"Stop reminding me," he retorted, the corners of his lips tugging upward slightly.
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Two days later, they had not touched, not even accidentally. Both were making sure to stay as far away from the other as possible.
One day, they deplored each other; the next Draco was admitting his love. It was not acceptable for them to even so much as hold hands or hug. Without touching, the world was right again once more.
Those spells really screwed with Draco. How could he, so proud of his bloodline, fall for her? He was certain the probability of falling for Hermione Granger was three hundred twenty five thousand six hundred and eighty seven to one. His math was usually right on these things.
Still, the look in Hermione's eyes when the ancient healing spell awoke her seared his brain with content, even acceptance. If it was wrong to wish this, he did not care, but at that moment he had considered she could be the one to save him. Hermione Granger would fix what no woman ever could.
This was all rubbish, of course. Draco Malfoy a decent man? He had proved that notion wrong on many occasions within only the last few months. He was far from noble or courageous. The only thing he knew in his heart was a decent thought was this: he had to protect Hermione from harm at all costs. Love or not, he owed it to her, having gotten her in the middle of this catastrophe in the first place.
With what little money he had, and the previous knowledge of the Wizarding community outside of England, he was able to find a place almost exactly like Diagon Alley. The form of currency was different, but the exchange rate was not bad, and prices were rather cheap.
"We cannot stay here for long," said Hermione once they had found a Leaky Cauldron-like place to spend the night. She was currently sitting on the edge of the worn bed, hands folded in her lap. "I'm sure they'll find us if we stay within a Wizarding community. Voldemort has followers all over the world, I'm sure."
No longer did Draco cringe outwardly at the Dark Lord's name. While his insides seemed to melt slightly, he had developed an uncanny ability to, in his own way, censor her words.
In his head, he replaced "Voldemort" with "evil snake man" before replying. He was sitting across from her in a rather uncomfortable hard-backed wooden chair. "Where do you suggest we go, then? We've already gone everywhere I have knowledge of. Well, not everywhere, but anywhere else I know they would easily find us."
She shrugged. "I know a couple of places, actually," she admitted, standing but only to cross the small room and sitt down on the slightly ragged couch. The room was not bad. Only one bed, but it would beat living in a tent. Draco already decided to give her the bed. If they happened to stay another night, they could always switch. "So next time we Apparate, I'll pick."
He made a face while he thought. "Remember, Granger," he started. "We cannot just Apparate directly from here to there. What I did before, you have to do for security reasons."
Hermione sighed. "I know," she said, lying down on the couch, her head resting on a rather nasty looking pillow. She stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. "I wonder if world leaders have to go through this much trouble to avoid assassination."
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"Where the bloody hell are we?" asked an infuriated Draco Malfoy. They had just Apparated from Singapore to Quebec City, Quebec, Canada; Juno, Alaska, U.S.A; somewhere in Siberia; back to Quebec City, then Morocco; Argentina; France, back to Somewhere, Siberia, and now... well, wherever Hermione had brought them.
She laughed and lit her wand. "We're in a warehouse," she stated before enlarging their tent.
Draco lit his own wand and held it to the ground. "There is water on the ground," he informed her, very matter of factly. "I could have taken you to the beach if you wanted water. Or a lake. Well, maybe a pond. Wouldn't want you to drown."
"First of all, there are holes in the roof, seeing as it is a defunct building now," she told him as she walked around the perimeter of the rather large room they stood in. "So it is going to be wet. Second, you're a wizard, just dry it. And third, I'm sure my swimming abilities are far better than yours, having spent half my summer holidays in water, thank you very much."
Glaring, he used his wand to dry the room and place a shield above their heads. "Let's stay in Singapore, I said," mumbled Draco as he went about their usual warding and spellwork. "But no, you insisted that you knew a safe place. We were safe, and, I should mention, dry. That obviously was too good for you, dragging me to an abandoned warehouse in the Muggle world to really experience the hobo lifestyle."
Within an instant, Hermione's hands were at what was quickly becoming the most normal state: on her hips. "Excuse me, I did not drag you anywhere, you foolhardy narcissus."
"You call me stupid and insult my mother's name in the same sentence," said Draco, nodding his head approvingly. "Keep talking like that and I may just have to kiss you, darling."
The anger immediately turned to fumbling, a noticeable blush spreading over her face and her wand slipped out of her hands. "You're not allowed to," she said, bending down to retrieve it. Draco took several quick steps toward her, and by the time she had stood back up, he was directly in front of her.
"You should know by now, Granger," he started, holding her chin in hand. "That I, Draco Malfoy, am allowed to do whatever I damn please."
The kiss was brief, but gave Hermione more shivers than any kiss before. She was certain the same happened to Draco as well, for he seemed startled when their lips parted.
"And of course, I just love breaking rules," said Draco, smirking as he turned away and headed for the tent. "But I'll let you mull it over in your mind which took over: the mischief maker, or the romantic? The world may never know."
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"Where did they go?" crowed the man beneath the mask. Ron squirmed in his seat; the rope was exceedingly tight.
"I don't know, you bloody idiot," he said. This is what his life had been for the past three hours, them asking the same silly question over and over again. "If I knew, I would gladly tell you so you can take that little rat Draco Malfoy and squish him like a roach."
SLAP. He knew it was going to happen. Seventh time so far, four different people. This man would probably hit him one more time.
"I'm getting really sick of being slapped," he told the Death Eater. "Why don't you get some mind reading master in here? I'm sure he'll tell you exactly what I've been telling you, I don't know where they sodding are, you brainless bloody bigot."
The man turned and left the room, making sure to slam the door louder than a spoiled child throwing a tantrum. Ron sighed and wondered where they had taken his sister. If they harmed her in any way at all, they would pay, and Ron would make damn sure of it. Surprisingly, the situation was not bothering Ron all that much. Even when he had woken up in a dungeon, chains and all, he had not panicked. A part of Ron already knew somehow that he and his sister had not been taken hostage to lure Harry in or even tortured for information. Although, why they were not being questioned on Harry bothered him.
Repeatedly, they had asked where Hermione and Malfoy were. The only information wanted was any idea or clue to the whereabouts of the newlyweds.
Ron cringed. They were married. Bloody hell, the girl he loved for seven years was married. His mind had not been able to wrap around that fact until this very second. Whoever had taken him and his sister were not just looking for Hermione, or just Draco, they needed BOTH, the two that were now connected magically.
The bond he knew for a fact could never be broken fully. His head went limp as his eyes blurred.
Once more the door flew open. Two death eaters walked in, one unmasked.
"No bloody way—"
Ron's mind was suddenly flooded with pain as his memories went by top speed. His body went limp a few seconds later.
"The blood-traitor was not lying," drawled the man named Severus Snape. He turned to look at his companion. "There is no trace or mention of a location. They left without leaving any sign."
Lucius Malfoy hastily appeared in the doorway. "Send these two back," he ordered. "We do not need them anymore."
"When did you become the eavesdropper? I thought that was Wormtail's job?"
Malfoy shook his head, confused. The unnamed, masked Death Eater quickly stunned and unbound Ron, levitating him out of the room. "I found my own trace," he told Snape. They left the room together, heading down a long stretch of hallway. "They were in Poland."
"So you have them?"
"No, I almost did but... I became diverted," he explained, stopping and looking around to make sure no one was around. "They were, well, they seemed..."
"Romantically involved?" Snape offered.
Lucius took a deep breath. "Yes," he admitted. "My son enjoying the company of that Mudblood, Severus, makes me feel—"
"Betrayed?"
Lucius glanced around once more before nodding briefly.
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Release them, and you'll be the main course for Nagini's next meal.
The message had startled Snape at first; the Dark Lord never was one for common courtesy or subtlety. He had not planned on releasing the two just yet, anyway, he was having too much fun. Besides that, Lucius had no right to order him around. It was Lucius at the bottom of the call list, not Snape.
Returning to the room containing both Weasley's, and another of his old students, he glanced over each shoulder casually as he opened the door and sealed it behind himself.
The siblings had been shocked to see their friend Luna Lovegood in the same cell, chained to the wall. It had taken them about an hour to notice due to the dim lighting, but when they did, the anger and fury had flared up further. The blondes torn clothes only hiding her most intimate parts; her ribs were protruding in such a grotesque fashion, the only reason they had known she was living was the shallow breaths they could see. Ginny had immediately rushed to her side, trying to wake the girl from her coma. She briefly lifted her head, saying, in a way purely Luna-like, "Don't worry, Ginevra, Ronald, though the nargles have infested my mind, I am successfully learning to control them," before her head lolled downward once more and she went out cold.
"Murderer!" screamed the male Weasley, glancing worriedly at Luna. Snape had grown to find him rather comical over the years. A complete nuisance, but entertaining nonetheless. Ginny wearily left Luna's side and went to stand by her older brother.
They both stood, blocked from his reach by enchanted bars. Their clothes were torn, dirt covered both of their faces, and any other exposed skin. Ginny's hair was matted in the back, where a Death Eater had seemingly grabbed her to take her.
"Yes, yes, Ronald," he drawled, rolling his eyes. "I killed dear Dumbledore. Can we move onto something new?" He pulled out a large brown package from his pocket.
The redheads glanced at each other quickly. "What—"
"I have a special delivery for Harry James Potter," he explained, tossing the package through the wards, causing it to flicker momentarily. It landed in front of the siblings.
"You blimey coward," bellowed an enraged Ron. "You think we'll bring Harry, our FRIEND, a package from you? The person who caused his parents to be killed? The same person who killed Professor Dumbledore?" He crossed his arms and moved the sit against the wall before stating simply, "Piss off."
Ginny looked at the package, at Ron, Luna and then back at Snape. "I'll deliver it," she spoke. Ron gasped in disbelief. "On the condition that we are freed. Including Luna."
For the first time, they witnessed Snape do more than glare. While it was only a mere smirk, it was at least something new. Almost hopeful. "I was hoping you would be the diplomat in this situation."
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Author's Note: EDIT: *Yes, I did remove and repost a new version of this chapter. Two more chapters and an epilogue await after this. In total, there will be 13. I changed some minor details in this, for continuity purposes due to changes in the story that start next chapter. I'm and currently in process of finishing this story. *
First of all, big apologies to my readers. Life just has a way of turning on you, and I got caught in the middle of a fierce storm. So, that brings me to my second thing: there is a big difference where I left this story and where I picked it back up again. I am human, and therefore I change. Hopefully, it is for the best where this story is involved. I have been reading lots of fan fiction by some amazing writers that I forgot about and new ones that make me have hope for any future in fan fiction. There is more symbolism, and I tried to lessen the transition between the old and new. Consider it a rebirth.
However, I have reached a decision. I simply do not have the same mindset to bring this story to its full intended peak. I will wrap up most loose ends, and I know I will continue this story later on with short ficlets, but I feel it a dishonor to make my readers believe that I am writing on a regular schedule. I'm hoping you all like where this ends, though. I sure as hell loved writing it. There will be two more chapters, and a short epilogue to tide you over until the one-shots start coming out. Regardless, thank you for the past... six years? It's been quite a long time...
Love Always,
LeeLee the Lunatic
P.S. Chapter Eleven will be out very soon, I promise.