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For the sake of not getting flamed, Ginny is 17, and the Trio ranges from 18-20. You'll understand the note later.
I know I'm fudging with the Tom Riddle-Voldemort/ Potter family timeline, but you'll understand. (Besides, how many people know this stuff by heart? No flames for that last remark, okay?)
Chapter 11: I Hate Everything About You
I Hate Everything About You, Three Days Grace
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
Harry and Ginny froze in the doorway to Minerva McGonagall's no, Minerva Dumbledore's office, silent and with eyes wide open. Ginny reacted first, turning her attention to Harry. The older couple had yet to recognize that they had an audience, but Harry was going through something that Ginny couldn't even describe.
His face was ashen, as it had been when Sirius had fallen through the mirror into the Vale, when Dumbledore had died. His eyes, however, were flashing with an angry green fire that Ginny had rarely seen. It was a fire previously held in reserve for Voldemort, but now Ginny was seeing her new husband turn that fire and anger on one of his favorite people in the world.
A favorite person who appeared to be a grandfather Harry had never known about.
Ginny reached out her hand towards Harry's closer arm, but he shook her off and instead charged Dumbledore, laying him out on the floor with an uppercut to be proud of.
"You bloody, rutting old bag! How could have never told me this?! I fucking hate you, and I wish you were still gone," Harry roared at the top of his lungs.
Albus started to rise, but faltered. Minerva rushed to his side, helping him up as he spoke to his grandson. "And what would have had me tell you, Harry? That we're your grandparents, and we let you be fostered out to those awful Dursleys? Your father never even knew, not until the very end. As I recall, he took it rather the same way you did, boy."
Harry just shook his head violently and turned to leave the office. Ginny stood in the doorway, blocking his escape route. "Harry, you have to listen to them. I'm sure they have quite a lot to say, to both of us," Ginny emphasized the us as she dragged Harry to an overstuffed couch. Harry sat and Ginny took a seat next to him, snugging her hand in the crook of his elbow.
"Ginny, perhaps now is not the time," Minerva said, helping Albus to another chair, and dusting off his robes for him. "Harry has heard some unsettling news, and has said some things I am sure he would like to rethink."
"Min, I think it is time to tell him. At least, what is most pertinent at the moment. Such as the reason I am still breathing," Albus said, smiling at his wife.
"Very well. I myself would like to know why you gave me such a scare," Minerva conceded. "I suppose you'll be staying to hear the tale, Mrs. Potter?"
Ginny blushed and nodded, leaning into Harry and offering him the kind of support only a couple or the closest of friends could understand.
"I'll hear you, but I make no promises until I hear the story," Harry said coldly.
"Very well," Albus cleared his throat. "Kitten, if you would stop pacing and sit down?"
Minerva blushed and did as Albus asked, pulling a chair close to his as she prepared to hear and perhaps tell the story.
Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet
"I met your grandmother when we were both still quite young, for the wizarding world. I'm sure by now you are aware that once you hit your prime, we age differently? It has something to do with our talents, or perhaps how the magic is funneled through us and given freedom by our spells and minds; Nicholas and I never did figure it out completely," Albus began, and he was already digressing when a stern look from Minerva made him chuckle.
"But I digress. I met your grandmother here at Hogwart's many years ago. We fell in love and were married, and then I became Headmaster here at Hogwart's for my first tenure, which went quite well. Minerva taught a few classes, but also did work for the Ministry of Magic. Being an accomplished animagus, your grandmother has always been an indispensable personage for both the Ministry and Hogwart's," Albus smiled at his wife, putting his arm around her and leaning against her for some support.
"I'll take it from here, love," Minerva said, sitting up a little straighter. "Your grandfather and I left Hogwart's for missions a few times, but also because we had some issues with people about our marriage."
Ginny chimed in, "Why? Because you're both so powerful?"
Albus and Minerva shared a look before Minerva continued. "Yes, dear. Partly. The rest doesn't matter. When we came back from those missions, your grandfather once again became headmaster of Hogwart's. It was during this time when a young, talented fellow by the name of Tom Riddle entered Hogwart's."
"Voldemort. We know. 'He had so much potential. And not even a pure-blood!' we've heard the story before," Harry said rudely.
Albus rapped his staff on the floor loudly AN: he conjured the staff. Magic, ya know?? "Enough! You will not show your grandmother such insolence, boy! Now keep your mouth shut and your ears open."
Harry looked a little shaken, but he spoke up again. "But she's only just become dear ol'granny."
FWAP!!!
Ginny smacked Harry so hard across the face his cheek was red. Everyone just stared at Ginny, who stared right back, unrepentant.
"We all know he wouldn't have shut up otherwise," Ginny said lightly, sitting back down. "Please, continue. I won't let him interrupt you again."
Harry glared at Ginny, but Minerva continued the story.
Only when I stop to think about it
"Tom was very talented, but he hated how he was made fun of by the pureblooded students. His father was a muggle, but through his mother, Tom Riddle was related to Salazar Slytherin, founder of Slytherin House, and one of the Founders of Hogwart's. We know now that he framed Hagrid for the offence that saw him expelled. He was one student that everyone in the school was glad to see gone. We had just found out that I was pregnant with your father when Tom returned to the school and demanded the Defense Against the Dark Arts position. It was then, when he became violent after being turned away that I left the school for a while.
"While I was away in a muggle village, growing rounder with your father by the day that Tom did the things that would end up in his first defeat and his rise as Lord Voldemort. After he declared his plans for a pureblooded wizarding war, he also declared a vendetta on your grandfather and his line Keep in mind that at Hogwart's at that time, no-one knew that we were married, let alone that I was pregnant with your father. Voldemort had tortured a sibyl to death to get the prophecy out of her: one from the Dumbledore line would always thwart him, no matter what.
"After that I received an owl from Hagrid, who at that time was already a close member of the family, telling me of the war that had begun while I was off picking nursery colors and playing with names we had thought of. I went into premature labor, and that day Voldemort almost won. Your father shouldn't have survived those first hours. I mentioned to you, Ginny," Minerva turned to the redhead, "that I had done research on the chant that helped you bring Harry back from the brink of death. It wasn't research, it was experience. I used a chant my own mother had taught me when I was a wee girl to keep my beloved James alive.
"When Albus got word of what had happened, about James, he rushed from Hogwart's to be at our side. He brought Hagrid with him, and they took turns keeping watch to make sure we were safe. After about a month and a half, your father was strong and healthy, Harry. That was when Albus told me we had to foster him out. The Potters had just miscarried a baby, and no-one outside Gryffith and Marina Potter knew about it.
"We were not proud of it, but we stashed your father there, and with a few well-cast memory charms, the Potters had a bouncing baby boy, with your grandfather's coal black hair. I returned to Hogwart's soon thereafter. My absence was easily explained, due to my liaisons with the Ministry.
"Hagrid stayed not far from the Potter family home, and James grew up looking at Hagrid like a brother. Various other close friends helped him keep an eye on James. That was actually the beginning of the Order of the Phoenix, did you know that, Harry? The very first mission was protecting your father," Minerva's voice was beginning to give out on her, and she leaned her head on Albus's shoulder. He kissed the top of her head before he spoke.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
Why do you love me?
Albus cleared his throat and took up where Minerva had left off.
"Your grandmother and I had a very rough time of it until your father came of age and showed up at Hogwart's when he was eleven years old. We let our marriage slip so it was only between us; no-one even remembered that either one of us had ever married. Soon, we would just be focusing on keeping your father from expulsion.
"James got away with quite a lot during his seven years here. Your mother was probably the only one who could keep him from his worst antics. Sirius Black was just as much trouble as your father, and Remus Lupin could never say no to Sirius and James once they had hatched a scheme; Lupin grew much stronger after he became a werewolf, and not just physically he became the steadfast man you know today. Your father would have been more like Remus, if he were still alive, I like to think. Peter Pettigrew was always an anomaly, but he adored your father and Sirius, so they let him be one of them. If only James had listened to Sirius all those times," Dumbledore sighed, obviously feeling great pain over the betrayal of one of his son's closest friends. "Except that last time. Sirius would never had given up the secret, but we all thought that because of Pettigrew's unobtrusiveness he would be under Voldemort's notice.
"We remember when Lily gave up the fight and decided to step out with your father. Severus, who had a special affection for Lily, never forgave your father for that. James and his friends tortured Severus during their school years, but he could abide by it when Lily was his friend. We were all surprised at James finally catching his girl, but at the same time, we had expected it for years. They were married, and still no-one knew anything about James's true parentage.
"To this day, I think that Severus's fall into Voldemort's web was triggered by the wedding. Lily invited him, thinking that it would be a good way to try to fix things. When Godrick's Hollow was attacked, we made the assumption that Severus had tricked Pettigrew into going to Voldemort; obviously, we know now that Pettigrew had been Voldemort's pet for ages before he even became the Secret-Keeper.
"Ah, Lily was always trying to fix all the wrongs your father did. James wasn't nearly as kind and brave as a schoolboy as he was when the war proper began. Your father was one of our best warriors, not just brave but a wonderful strategist. He and Lily, along with Sirius and Remus planned most of our attacks. Remus, being a werewolf, was able to get close to Fenrir Greyback, who even back then was one of Voldemort's allies. He and his followers were responsible for bringing the giants into Voldemort's fold, which ended in their near-extinction. Remus almost lost his life when he was found out by one of Greyback's lieutenants, but Sirius and your father managed to turn the tide back against the more experienced werewolf.
"Lily was stationed near Hogwart's as a sentinel in a house I'm sure you have become well familiar with: the Shrieking Shack. I was even down in the infirmary when Poppy told Lily she was pregnant with you. I fairly ran to Minerva's quarters then, to share the news. Unfortunately, Fawkes was waiting for me with an important missive from the Ministry. Millicent Bagnold, Mistress of Magic at that time, who knew James's true parentage, sent us a message that Voldemort had found out that James was our son. The Potter's had been tortured with the Cruciartus Curse, and when they still couldn't tell him what he wanted to know, he used the Imperio Curse and a memory breaking spell known as the Addo Recordatio. The Addo Recordatio spell will bring back any memory that has been suppressed, magically or otherwise; unfortunately, like the Imperio, it has the tendency to break the mind it is used on. The Potters were left with less sanity and awareness than even the Longbottoms."
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
All the feelings that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
Albus rested his head on Minerva's while Ginny looked at the floor and Harry gazed stony-eyed at his paternal grandparents.
"So, you're responsible for the death of my father's foster parents? A family that could have had another child instead involuntarily adopted a child that would lead to their death by torture," Harry said without emotion.
"We're not proud of what happened to the Potters, Harry, but we had to foster James. We had no idea that the prophecies would culminate not in him but in our grandson. Place no blame on us, Harry, for we didn't make Voldemort and Pettigrew do that," Minerva said quietly. She sat up a little straighter, and suddenly looked more youthful. "I'll continue, if you don't mind, Albus?"
Albus nodded, and his wife began to speak again.
"Most people still don't know about your line, Harry. We've been trying to protect you not only from Voldemort but also from the public. You are descended from some of the most powerful bloodlines in the wizarding world. The McGonagall line has always produced the most adept, powerful animagus and metamorphagus; the Dumbledore line produces some of the best minds and alchemists. Nicholas Flemmel, whom your grandfather worked with on the philosopher's stone was descended from the Dumbledore line through his mother; if that had been public knowledge, they wouldn't have been able to work together. The Ministry gets scared when powerful families like ours start to intermarry; I assume when all this gets out, there will be some public outrage about your marriage to our Miss Weasley."
Ginny's head popped up. "Why? We've done nothing wrong, and the Weasley family, while being an old line, is nothing sp"
Minerva cut her off. "My dear girl, you never knew your grandparents, and your parents don't make much of it, but your family has always had much power. Look at the twins: they left school without taking the bulk of the classes they would need as adults and members of the Order, but they have gotten out of more scrapes than the rest of the Order put together and by themselves. Your brother Charlie is a parseltongue that is why he works so well with the dragons. Bill and Ron have power coming out their ears, and with Ron as an auror well, you've seen him in action. And you, Ginny the Gaelic blood that rings true in you is natural magic: even if you had never come to Hogwart's, you would have more power and skill than most who've passed through these halls, to heal, to hex, and ultimately, to fight. Much is made of Hermione, but the two of you are well-matched, and even; you two are the preeminent witches of the age. There will be anger when the old families, the weaker ones, realize that in your children will be the culmination of the greatest families the wizarding world has ever seen."
Ginny looked from Minerva to Harry to Albus before she just smiled. "Well, good to know I'm good breeding-stock."
All four laughed before Minerva cleared her throat and continued the story.
Only when I stop to think about it
"After he shared that message with me, Albus took me with him to the Shrieking Shack to speak with James and Lily. We told them about the Potters, but then we had to tell them about the message, and the truth. Your father railed against your grandfather, but Lily just smiled, rather as you've been doing, Ginny. Lily smiled and told your father that she had just assumed that he was adopted, because that was the only explanation for his 'acting out', as she put it.
"Everything was coming down to the wire. The Potters were certainly not the first casualties, and they wouldn't be the last, but their deaths were the ones that spurred us to hide your family at Godrick's Hollow. You were born and we were all so happy; it was a welcome interlude that wouldn't last long.
"You had just turned one, and Remus was missing. Pettigrew was supposedly a clerk at the Ministry then, and he told Sirius that the Ministry wouldn't care if Remus died, because he was a werewolf. That set Sirius off, and he demanded we chose a different Secret-Keeper, because he was going behind enemy lines to rescue his best friend, and his cousin's boyfriend. Even back then, everyone could see that young Tonks, who, mind you was only about fifteen to Remus's own twenty-five, was crazy for Remus. The only thing that kept her from going with Sirius was a mandate from the Auror Corps that if she left on this mission, she would never be allowed to become an auror.
"Pettigrew showed up then, and in our grief over Remus's disappearance, we listened to Sirius and Pettigrew, making him the Secret-Keeper so Sirius could save Remus. By the time Sirius realized it was a trap and tried to get back to warn us of Pettigrew's treachery, it was too late. On Halloween of 1981, Voldemort, along with Pettigrew and the Death-Eater Lucius Malfoy stormed Godrick's Hollow.
"James was killed outright. Lily died while shielding you with her body. With the power of a mother's love, she unknowingly imbued you with the power as an infant that would not only keep you from dying when Voldemort turned the Avada Kedavra Curse on you, but the curse bounced off and nearly destroyed Voldemort. He and his minions retreated to perform the dark magic that would reunite his soul with the shell of his physical form.
"Sirius arrived before us, and when we got there, along with the MLE, he was delirious, saying it was his fault. Cornelius Fudge, who had just become Minister of Magic, had Sirius Black summarily sentenced to Azkaban without a trial. A trial would come, but after the press reported the sentence, there was no way Sirius would have been found innocent.
"We brought Hagrid back to Hogwart's before we decided to have him along to take you to your maternal aunt and uncle. Hagrid almost couldn't go throw with it, and he even offered to take you and disappear until you came of age, but we forbade that. A blood-tie, mingled with your mother's final spell and your aunt's denied magical power was the safeguard you needed.
"I was luckier than your grandfather at that point. Do you remember the older woman who lived near you, the one with the cat that used to keep you company when your uncle or cousin would lock you out when your aunt wasn't there to let you back in? You know now that the woman was a witch, but she never knew about the cat you thought was hers. That cat was me, Harry, in my feline form. I watched over you all those years, wanting to change shape and take you home and make everything right, but I had to settle for hearing you cry and tell me about how awful your foster family was. That was how we knew where to send your letter when you started Hogwart's, and how Hagrid knew about Vernon and Dudley.
"We always loved you, and we were always so close as to make sure you were safe."
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
Why do you love me?
Albus and Minerva waited for Harry to speak. Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry, offering him all her support.
"Why didn't you tell me when I finished Hogwart's, or when we thought Gramps was dead, then?" Harry said acidly. Ginny sent Minerva a sympathetic look. "Am I supposed to say 'all is forgiven, whose house shall we have the Christmas dinner at'?"
"No, Harry, we don't expect this to fix everything for you or us. But you needed to know this. We had to be the ones to tell you, not Remus or the Weasleys or anyone else. Take some time and think on this. Like it or not, you have extended family now, blood family," Albus said, rising out of his chair and pulling Minerva out of hers as well.
"If we wizards live so long, why do you look so old? I thought we hit our prime around the same time as humans, but wouldn't you have been too old to have my father?" Harry asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
Minerva smiled before pulling her wand out and tapping Albus's shoulder and then her own. Sparks flew out of the tip of her wand and engulfed the older couple before falling away and revealing a much younger-looking couple. Most all the wrinkles in Minerva's and Albus's face melted away; Minerva's hair lost its gray, showing her natural red color; Albus removed his half-moon spectacles, no longer needing them for his older guise. The couple even stood straighter, losing the last visage of eld.
Ginny spoke first. "You look to be almost younger than Hermione's parents," she said. Hermione's parents were older muggles, and having Hermione when they were in their forties, they were over sixty. The couple standing in front of them couldn't be more than fifty.
"It would take a while to explain, but we are quite a bit older than the Grangers. Wizards and witches age much more slowly, due to our longer lifespan; it was for the sake of hiding everything that we took on the guise of being older. People never comment on how old you look, just how young you look, so it made sense. Now we don't need this; people will start to make the connections on their own," Minerva said, smiling. "Now, you may be angry with us, but will one of you please hug your dear old Grams?"
Ginny glared at Harry, who finally got up out of his seat and hugged his grandmother. Albus let his grandson hug his grandmother, even lifting her once, before he tapped Harry on the shoulder.
"May I have a handshake?" Albus looked directly into Harry's eyes. With Harry growing so tall towards the end of his schooling, and Albus not being stooped anymore, they were the same height.
"No," Harry said, a smile quirking the corners of his mouth.
"No?" Albus asked, hurt.
"No, Grampa, you can't have a handshake. I think a hug will do," Harry said, embracing his grandfather for the first time as his grandfather.
Only when I stop to think about you
I know
Only when you stop to think about me
Do you know…
Harry and Ginny left Albus and Minerva to each other after the four discussed Ginny's living arrangements and her duties as Head Girl. They decided to tell the members of the Order who were closest to them about the latest developments.
Ginny had missed her classes due to the protracted meeting in the Headmistress's office, so she joined Harry and they headed back towards the Shrieking Shack. They walked in silence for a while, digesting all the information so they could share it with Ron and Hermione.
"Do you think we should tell Draco and Lavender?" Ginny asked before the headed up the final hill to the Shrieking Shack.
Harry shook his head. "No. We're telling Ron and Hermione because we're all family. Draco and Lavender can find out with the rest of the Order."
Ginny though a moment before she bit the bullet. "Harry, I think we need to go get Sirius. You haven't spoken with him in a long time, and I think that it is high time you did something about that."
Harry froze mid-step. He turned to Ginny and spoke. "I've tried owling him, and using Floo Powder like he did when I was at Hogwart's. He isn't interested. Whatever happened in the Vale, when he fell through the mirror, he doesn't wan to talk about it."
"But now that Grampa is back, that may change things. Harry, after we tell Ron and Hermione, you are apparating to Grimmauld Place and retrieving your godfather, whether he wants to be retrieved or not," Ginny stomped her foot to emphasize her point. "You two can be children with one another after the war is won, do you here me? I have spent the entire day watching you mistreat people and feel sorry for yourself. You are going to do something good today, I swear it."
Harry gulped and nodded. He loved his wife, but she could be a right terror when something or someone rubbed her the wrong way.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me?
As Ginny had surmised, it didn't take the two of them too long to fill Ron and Hermione in on the information they had learned. Hermione had been speechless, and Ron was eager to hear more about the Weasley line.
"It is a Friday, so we decided we'll be having a celebration later tonight, with the entire Order here. We're celebrating our wedding and the return of Dumbledore, so it will likely go one all night," Ginny said, making Harry get off the couch that he been sharing. "I'm pooped, so I'll take a nap while you three start gathering our guests. The twins know and they're telling Bill, Fleur and Charlie. Remus and Tonks will come up after his last class to help get ready. Hagrid has already headed to the Burrow. That lot will help set up. Everyone else will be winging in after that. But Harry has a special mission, don't you, love?" Ginny smiled a saccharine-sweet smile at her husband.
"Yes, I have to hit the pound at Grimmauld Place to pick up Sirius," he said acidly.
"Ad Solum!" Hermione yelled, pointing her wand at Harry, who obliging hit the floor with an audible 'oomph!'
Ron laughed. "You really shouldn't talk like that about someone 'Mione cares for. That 'hit the floor' spell really smarts after a while," Ron smirked as Harry gingerly stood up.
Rubbing his rear and heading for the door, Harry started muttering under his breath.
"Ad Sol" Hermione started to say, but Harry put his hands up in the universal 'okay, okay, enough, I'll behave' gesture all men are born knowing.
"Damn girls," Harry muttered as he shut the door and hit the porch with his already sore bum. "Alright, Hermione, I'm sorry! Knock it off, will ya?!"
I hate – You hate
I hate – You love me
I hate everything about you
Why do you love me?
Harry apparated quickly to 12 Grimmauld Place. He didn't even have to be careful, as Sirius Black had finally been found not guilty. The Ministry was making reparations to Sirius for his false imprisonment and for his service to them and the Order in spite of everything.
Harry knocked, feeling quite awkward. He hadn't spoken to his godfather since he'd escaped the Vale in the middle of Harry's 7th year. Sirius had escaped in time to see Harry graduate Hogwart's, but then he'd secluded himself in a room at the Order's headquarters. A young house-elf Harry had met recently answered the door.
"Oh, Mister Potter, sir! Dawny is so 'appy to see you, sir! Mister Sirius is not well at all, sir, 'e misses his 'Arry so! Come in, come in, sir!" Dawny the house-elf, Dobby's little sister, had needed a job when the last of her master's family had died without an heir. Dobby had begged Harry to help his little sister, and Harry thought Sirius would welcome a nice house-elf, since Harry killed Kreacher with his own hands for his treachery. Dawny fit in well, and she was good company for Sirius, and she made sure he ate and bathed regularly.
"Thank you, Dawny. Sirius is going with me for a bit would you like to pack your things, and I'll take you to stay with Dobby? The other house-elves can take care of this place while you and Sirius are gone," Harry said, entering the house and kneeling so he was at the house-elf's height.
"Oh, thank you, 'Arry, sir! Dawny 'asn't seen Dobby in so long! 'E'll be so surprised! Dawny will go get ready while Mister 'Arry gets Mister Sirius!" Dawny leaped on Harry and gave him a hug and a smacking kiss before she scampered off to tell the other house-elves what to do in her absence. The house-elves that Harry had procured for the headquarters we all free, and they were paid regularly in their favorite currency: clothing. Dawny had other things as well, as she had a suitor among the household Ikki, a house-elf from Japan who had come with his mistress, an elderly Shinto priestess who had wished on her deathbed that Ikki be freed and find his own wife and home.
Harry walked up the stairs to his godfather's rooms. He didn't knock, but instead barged in. Sirius was poring over a photo album, and his head jerked up at the noise.
"Harry," he whispered, slamming the book shut. "I'm sorry. I fucked so much up. I want to make things better."
"Good. You have your first chance now. Will you please come back with me to the Shrieking Shack? Lots of things have happened, and there is a huge gathering tonight. Will you please come, Sirius?" Harry asked, walking over to his godfather. Sirius was looking much better, thanks to Dawny: his hair was clean and hung straight down his back, tied back with a leather strap so it looked like a shiny horse's tail; both he and his clothes were clean as well, and his clothes finally fit. Sirius stood as Harry approached him, and Harry noticed that Sirius had finally stopped wearing all black; his trousers were only slightly wrinkle black cloth, but his shirt was a pale green, and his black robes draped open over the outfit.
"You're looking well, me boyo," Sirius said outrageously as he embraced Harry, all the events of the year falling away.
"Yah, marriage agrees with me."
Sirius smacked Harry uplongside his head.
"Ya got Ginny pregnant?!"
AN: 'Addo Recordatio' and 'Ad Solum' were been created by ladykyo/ Brenna of the separate-sisters. Please do not use them without emailing and asking permission, thank you.
BTW: 'Ikki' is pronounced 'Eek kee' ladykyo/ Brenna is also a japanophile.
Ginny is not preggers. I just thought it would be funny for Sirius to assume that the only way Harry would get married would be if he got Ginny pregnant.
Love, Brenna of the separatesisters/ ladykyo