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Quote: 'But… not here. Do you really want to make love for the first time in Ollie's shed?' –Chloe

'…I'm 17 years old and I'm male. I'd happily shag you in Osama Bin Laden's cave.' – Matt

Coming of Age… I love that show, as wonderfully vile as it is =]

A/N: As promised… but unbeta'd, all mistakes are mine, all of them will be corrected when my beta gets back =]


Blood and Chocolate

Part Two: UnReaL

Chapter Eleven: Out


Previously: Their presence suddenly felt less comforting and I wished that they weren't there at all. Forcing myself to stand I walked right into the corner of the room, on the west side where the glass was, just catching a glimpse of Sirius walking towards the glass, trying to figure out what I was doing as I got down on my hands and knees and crawled underneath where the glass was before lying out on my back where they couldn't see me and closing my eyes, pretending that I was in the flowerbed under the living room window at the Dursleys'.

The pain slid around my chest, gripping it with a vice-like force. But they couldn't see me, and I was back at 4 Privet Drive. The News was playing inside and there was a soft breeze flowing over me with the heat of the sun above me and the soil underneath me. I concentrated on that one piece of sanity I had as I let my mind descend into chaos.


Turns out Remus was right, it really didn't last very long. Not to me anyway, I couldn't even remember when it started, only that it ended not so long ago and I felt lighter than air.

Not that that had anything to do with the fact that I was at least 60 feet off the ground. I'd figured out what those beams were for. Well… they probably weren't for what I was using them for but all the same.

It kept me out of sight from the people watching be down below and I was nowhere near that bloody door. Lying on my back across a beam 60 feet up from the ground wouldn't have exactly been my idea of a calming place to be back when, but now, I felt a helluva lot safer up here than I did on the ground below.

Why were these rooms so high anyway?

There was a loud bang below, and then a series of clicks as the door slid open with apparent difficulty. The sound of someone's footsteps into the room echoed off the walls hollowly as I rolled onto my front on the narrow bar and braced my hands on either side of it, pushing myself up to stand.

"Harry?"

Remus was standing in the middle of the concrete cage with his hands shielding his eyes, looking up into the light at me. Those Aurors were following in behind him. Turning swiftly to look at the wall behind me, I jumped across onto the West wall, finding a gripping point with the slight indents every 3 metres then met myself slide down a quarter of the way before pushing off and down onto the North wall and bouncing back into the middle.

I heard him inhale sharply behind me as he watched my hit the ground from 7 metres up. He didn't say anything as I turned to look at him, looking almost afraid that I was going to suddenly go completely mental on him. I smiled. "Alright, Remus. What's occurring?"

He let out a slightly stifled sigh of relief. "How're you feeling?" he asked cautiously.

The smile on my face migrated into a slight smirk. "Don't worry; I'm not going to eat you."

He laughed. "I think, given the situations, I'm more likely to eat you."

"Same difference. Am I allowed to leave now? This place is downright creepy."

He nodded once in response, looking to the Aurors behind him for confirmation. They did the same, and walked out, me following on behind them. It took us to get up to the main Ministry building (some sort of shoot that sent us flying up into a random hallway that I'd never been in before) for Remus to start talking again, cutting through a rather awkward silence where neither of us knew what to say and there was three hulking Aurors breathing down our necks.

"You had us worried for a moment there." He laughed awkwardly. "You went a bit… funny."

I snorted. "That's one way of putting it, yes." I was rather embarrassed to be honest, that they'd seen me lose control like that. Not that I'd ever admit it. "Where are we going now?" I asked, trying to get off the subject.

"You have to sign some papers up in the DMLE… It has to be on record… what you are. I mean, it already was, but you were classed as 'un-transformed' and 'not complete', it's been a closely guarded secret by those in the office who knew, you're files have always been locked away in case anyone decided they wanted the information to use it against you. But people are going to notice… once you get back into the real world. All it takes is one person to notice that you've changed, that something's obviously happened to you, then there'll be speculation and rumors… eventually someone will get it right or let it slip. You're just lucky that the smartest person in your school is your best friend… and not a gossip."

Hermione. No doubt she'd have something to say when she figured it out. "Won't take her long, I guess. She figured out what you are without spending much time with you, she knows me too well, and sees me daily."

"Actually…"

I frowned over at him as he pushed open a door to someone's office. "What?"

"She already knows, figured it out a while ago, Ginny confirmed it. She's been doing research ever since – brace yourself." He said rapidly, before smiling brightly at the woman behind the desk. "Amelia!"

Surprisingly enough, she greeted him just as warmly. "Hello, Remus! It's so nice to see you." She stood up to shake his hand.

He caught the look I was giving him and said "We were in the same year at Hogwarts together." To me in a low voice.

I raised my eyebrows at him suggestively but he ignored me. "And Mr Potter, I hope you're feeling… well." She gave me a sympathetic look and I held back a grimace.

This was what it was going to be like back at Grimmauld place, wasn't it? Questions and people asking me if I was okay, frequently. I nodded in response, but she walked around me in a full circle. "You do seem fine." She stated, stopping. "No discomfort at being around Remus and me?"

"Not entirely, no." As long as I didn't breathe, as in talk, or stand too close to them I was fine. It was when I could hear the blood pumping through their veins that I was thrown off. I'd learnt that much just walking down a corridor beside Remus.

She stood back, grabbing a stack of papers on the desk. "Well. As long as you can learn to control yourself around a large number of people you should have no problem being around the other students at school. Precautions will be set by the board, of course, but other than that… I can't think of anything to tell you." She smiled. "We'll just have to trust that you can do this. I mean, the school has had people like you attending long before now, but they'd usually had to live with it from a young age… you haven't had the time to adjust yet."

"He was with us all summer before now, when he was changing." Countered Remus.

"Yes." She said, flicking through the pages until she found the right one and tugged it out. "But that was just the beginning." There was an odd glint in her eye as she placed the paper down on the desk, placing down a quill and some ink beside it. "I'll be much worse now that you can't rely on food to keep your energy up. Magic usage will undoubtedly weaken you for a while until your body gets used to it. That is unless… well I'm assuming that you wouldn't…"

My eyes widened involuntarily as I caught what she was hinting at. "No!"

She smiled. "Well, depends on circumstance, doesn't it. Sometimes we have to do things we don't necessarily want to do to survive." She pointed at the parchment on the desk. "Sign at the bottom, take your time."

Walking over to the parchment, I tried desperately not to think of what she was suggesting, failing slightly and hoping that it wouldn't show on my face. What the hell was I even supposed to be signing?

Scanning it, all I gathered was that it was some sort of release form. My parents names were mentioned a lot, something about their wills… James Sr. and Pandora Potter. That must be my grandparents… my heart sank slightly when I realized that I hadn't even thought to ask their names. Something about Gringotts… I paused over that bit and had to read it at least three times before my brain would fully process what it said… 'At the time of completion all founding's of the Potter Estate will be passed down to the only predecessor…'

"The 'Potter Estate'?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at Remus, who was talking quietly with Amelia, who, herself, looked slight flushed, giggling to herself. I honestly didn't want to know what I'd missed while I was immersed in reading the statement.

His head snapped around to face me, and he cleared his throat. "That's… everything, basically. Everything that was your parents is now yours. That includes the family home and vault."

I frowned. "I thought that you had to be of age before any of that could go through…" I vaguely recalled something I'd either heard from Hermione or a professor at some point. You definitely had to be of age, anyway.

Amelia shook her head, having recovered. "No. Well, ordinarily, yes, but your father wrote in his will that everything was to go to you when you came into your full heritage, which, for most witches and wizards is on their 17th birthday, but you received all that early, while your magic was maturing, no doubt. Basically you're not officially an adult in the Wizarding world just yet, but you get all the perks of being one. You're magical trace is gone, for one. The lock automatically placed on all magical children is lifted, which is why your magic will have gone a bit funny, you were coming to full power, and what with your parents, sadly, being dead, you inherit all their worth."

I closed my eyes for a second, trying to take it in. "Right." I said, reopening them. "So all this is saying, is that I've fully turned into the Vampire I was supposed to be, and by signing it I'm confirming that fact, and releasing everything that was my parents to my name."

"In a nutshell." She smiled. "But you'll also have to sign the register. Remus here had to sign it himself at one point, didn't you?"

"Yeah… I was five. My handwritings improved since then." She giggled again in an entirely unnatural way for a woman I'd only ever seen acting in a purely professional manor before.

I read through the rest of the form slowly, trying to decipher the rudimentary statements as quickly as possible before signing my name at the bottom. I was half way through doing so when I noticed my parents' signatures side by side just above, the ink so old it had discolored slightly. I tried to stop a minute to take in their handwriting for a second after but the moment the quill left the page it was gone in a poof of smoke.

"Down to the sorting office." She said, bringing a large book up off of her chair. "You should receive a letter from Gringotts in a few days asking you to come and collect your keys, and contracts." The book landed with a loud thud on the table. "Now this… I sort of stole it from the Department of Mysteries." She whispered to me quietly. "No one's supposed to see it but I figured you might like to." I raised my eyebrows at her and she grinned like a school girl. "I did ask, anything for the Harry Potter, you know what they're like. They weren't happy about the mess you and your friends made down their early on this year, mind."

She flipped through the pages until she came to a certain year and traced her finger down. "You should be in here twice. You're the first of your kind, that spell your mother created was only ever used for this purpose on you. It should appear once, the day you were born, and again, on this date. Magically updates itself you see."

"So it's basically a flipbook of every Vampire that was ever created."

She nodded conspiratorially. "And you can't tell anyone you saw this." She ran her finger down one particular page and then tapped one spot. My name standing there in bold print. It was red, unlike the other black ones. "It means that you were 'terminated'." She said before I could ask. "Their names go red when they die. I have to admit, I wondered if your name would go that, since, technically you weren't one anymore. She flicked right to the back and pointed at the most recent name in the book, I was in there twice.

She placed both her hands palm down on either page. "You stay here with that, I'm just going to go and get the other form."

She walked out of the room, past the Aurors that were stationed outside and down the hall. I turned to give Remus an incredulous look. "Are you sure that's Amelia Bones?"

He grinned. "Just because she's formal while doing her job doesn't mean she can't be a normal person when she's about her business. She's doing this as a favor to me. You would have had to have a group of ministry officials otherwise. I told you, me and her used to go to school together."

I rolled my eyes. "So you say."

He looked down to the book. "Hey, you recon Saiph Cappella's in there?"

"Is that not against the rules?" I asked mockingly.

"Are you, or are you not, the son of a marauder, Harry? Surely you want a little peak."

More than a little one, really. I flicked back to where my name first appeared and scanned the pages quickly, so fast Remus didn't have chance to catch anything written on the page, in fact. 1978. But that's… "He's 19?"

Remus frowned as well, looking down at the date and the name to make sure.

"I'd have thought he was older than that." I couldn't even explain why, he looked it, but I would have thought that Voldemort would allow Vampires into his ranks that had been that way for centuries before hand. Obviously not.

"What do you think Voldemort's doing with him and his sister anyway?"

Remus shook his head. "I've no idea. Snape says that their after Ginny and that's all he knows."

The image of that snow falling down on the glass dome flashed in front of my eyes. "Yes! I saw that! They want her isolated from her friends."

"Why – how did you know that?"

"When I died, I-"

Amelia appeared in the hallway outside the open door and I quickly turned the large tome back to the last page. "Here we are!" she waved the parchment at me. "This one's just to say that you understand and are subject to abide by the ministry's laws for and against Vampires, alright?"


It was an intense feeling. Being there, living, walking and talking… existing without the pretence to actually be. Just passing by without impacting anything. I was as real as the next person, but it was like floating on air. Light headed and delirious, everything brighter and more vibrant than it had ever been. Unreal.

Things were so much more distinct and clear, and yet so distant. It was like, with the clarity, I was unable to connect with anything properly. It was like being on a constant high, everything slightly out of sync to me as compared to the rest of the world. I could hear everything; see everything in such greater detail than I ever had done before. Nothing looked right anymore.

I'd been what the Healers classed as 'fine' (though I'd assume that that was code for 'safe', whilst they were within earshot of me), for nearly 48 hours now. Even though they'd deemed me safe enough to be allowed out of that room, they wanted me to be kept away from everyone else for a further 2 days, sort of a catchment thing. In case anything went wrong or I was unstable for whatever reason.

Getting back had been hell. First I'd been bombarded by Sirius and Mary, who wouldn't let me go, which made things rather difficult and I had to make them let go and stand at a distance, by a window for the next 5 minutes while Remus explained everything with the papers and what I'd told him where I'd gone while I was dead. Then I'd had to explain to them that it really would be best if they didn't come near me anytime soon, until I got my bearings.

They seemed to understand for the most part. Then of course Mrs Weasley had taken her turn, asking me if I was alright, commenting on how different I looked since the last time she saw me, complaining about the state I'd put her in. I know she meant well but god could she be overbearing. Ron and Hermione had came in asking questions about why I hadn't told them anything so I'd been stuck for a few hours talking to them about everything they'd missed, explaining everything, and of course Hermione had a lot to say on the subject, where as Ron was more excited about exactly what I could do, and the fortune I'd apparently inherited.

It turns out Ginny was at Scarlet's though, for a funeral. Of course when Ron had elaborated I wished I hadn't asked. That's why she'd came to see me the day I died, because Adam had put her in a state about losing his Aunt and I'd only made it worse.

Hermione had hit me and told me to stop being so stupid when I'd said that out loud though so I guess she's alright, for now, at least.

I kept finding myself staring at a fixed point for what would, to me, seem like hours, but then I'd look around me and everything would still be moving at that same, unnervingly slow pace. It was as if I was miles ahead of everyone else, stuck in some sort of limbo where time passed much slower than everywhere else in the world. I'd sped up and everything else just… stopped completely.

And then I'd look around and find Sirius staring at me. Again. That worried expression still glued to his face. He wasn't afraid of me, that much I was glad for. But he was scared for me, for how terrified I was that I'd slip up – that that need for blood would become so strong I just had to give in. So far it hadn't bothered me too much, but I was assured by Hermione and her newly found infinite knowledge of Vampires that it would worsen the longer I left it.

But surely I had to 'leave it', right? I couldn't willingly hurt someone; kill them, even just to save myself. I'd have to find a new way of replenishing energy because I was never going to let myself do that. Even if Sirius and Remus had decided that they'd understand.

'Understand'. But would they really? Apparently they would 'understand' if he took the path of a true vampire, killing or turning people in my wake. I couldn't help but doubt that fact. They certainly wouldn't like it, never mind supporting the decision and letting me do that to innocent people. But then again – would they really have a choice?

I was stronger than both of them, and certainly more powerful. I didn't have to answer to them if I didn't want to. If I wanted to choose that path of life, or non-life, they couldn't stop me, even if they tried.

To be honest, I didn't like that thought, not one bit. I'd have liked to hope that someone would be able to talk me out of it, maybe be able to physically stop me, should that need arise. The fact that I was pretty much on my own with that aspect of this didn't bode well with me.

Hermione had been great – slightly freaking me out with all the random facts that I didn't know about vampirism, but great all the same. I mean, I loved her and everything; she'd been there for me through everything and had yet to run and leave me to my own problems but god could she talk for England when she got started on something that interested her.

"…But I ignored Layterns theory of the way it works because, to be honest with you, it was completely unfeasible, and looked into your ancestors – did you know that you have a many-greats grandmother who was the illegitimate daughter of Coralline Swift?"

I sighed, turning to look down at Hermione where she was sat in front of the coffee table between the two of us, the fire roaring on happily in front of her at the early hour of day. There were stacks upon stacks of books that she's pulled down from the various bookcases and shelves adorning the library that they were in. It was 6am, I still hadn't been able to sleep and Hermione, being Hermione, decided to keep me company. Which was lovely, really, but there was only so much information a bloke could take in at once.

"I don't even know who that is."

Right now Hermione was on a combination sugar and caffeine high and was stuck in hyper drive, permanently, it seemed. She'd gone to bed early, woken up at around 1am and came to see if I was still awake. Obviously I was and she'd made herself a coffee… or two, grabbed a double chocolate chip muffin from the pantry and dragged me down to the library because it was more productive that numbing my mind with TV.

After 3 hours or so of just listening I had to disagree.

She looked at me like I'd just grown a second head. "Coralline Swift. Famously known for creating the expelliarmus charm and the potion of living death… you're from a pure-blooded extremely well known line of wizards, Harry, it might be interesting to look into it! You never know what you mind find. I mean, you have vampires in the blood-line, right? You didn't know that, and look at you know!"

I just stared at her for a moment or two before shaking my head. "Illegitimate child?"

Her eyes lit up. "Oh, yes. There was a scandal. She fell pregnant, unmarried, at 18. She gave the child away, but 20 years later, when she'd perfected the expelliarmus spell one of her rivals dug up some dirt on her past to try and knock her off her pedestal. But of course by this point her daughter was married, with a family of her own. She married into the Potter clan, actually, this was well before that thing about marrying only pure-bloods… either way, her daughter denied all claims to her biological mother though it was later found that they were actually related."

"Why did you bother to even look that up?"

"I think it's interesting! I come from a line of non-magical dentists; you come from a line of powerful witches and wizards. Aren't you curious about where you came from?"

"Not anymore I'm not." I mumbled darkly as she started to go on about something else entirely. It was vaguely endearing that she was so interested in everything, I'd admit, but spending all this time watching her research my past, present, and future was giving me a headache.

"Hey! This is interesting…"

"You're kind of interesting, or mine?"

"What? Oh, leave it out will you, just read this."

I yawned and stretched out across the sofa. "Do I have to?"

"Yes!" she insisted, dropping the book onto my stomach.

"Of course…" I grabbed the book and sat up slightly to read it.

'Over the years many studies have concluded that vampires kill for many reasons, sport, and the thrill of the hunt being the most commonly seen out there. Of course one would assume that, what with all the major systems in their body shut down that, physically speaking, the blood and accumulative sleep that went with it after –'

"So clinically speaking I should actually be asleep by now?" I asked her tiredly.

She nodded and pointed back at the page. "Read on."

'-releasing particularly large amounts of magic at one time would be used as a general energy source to maintain generated magical levels and moveablilty for the Vampire in question. My research has caused me to come to another conclusion entirely. Yes, while most believe that they need it, and the desire for it outweighs most other ethical concerns, I've found another source of energy all together. Theoretically speaking, a vampire wouldn't physically need mortal blood, should they mark another as their own. Previous studies have shown that there is a positive correlation between magical vampires with enough restraint and their partners in question, who-'

My brain was already turning to mush. "Hermione… English, please. They guy's talking gibberish."

She rolled her eyes and took the book from me, bookmarking the page with a piece of parchment. "this 'guy', Lucas Paverelli, is saying, in the simplest of terms, that vampires, such as yourself, with magical powers and enough patience can conquer their mental 'want for blood and survive as they are with the same magical values as before they were turned if they can learn to take energy from their magical core and keep a cycle of energy running through you. You might sleep slightly more than any normal vampire would after using a particularly large amount of magical energy but… you would be fine. The temptations still there, it's just all about controlling it."

"Then what was all that about a 'partner'?" I asked.

She dropped the book onto the table with a loud thud. "There was another way, for the less tolerant and very lucky few, that could only work if they were to mark a mate."

"…Mark?" I already had an idea of what she meant and I honestly didn't want to think on it, not now.

"As in bite." She said shamelessly. "It's a very selective process, it only works for a special, scarce few… basically, if you found a girl that you truly loved, entirely and had her feel the same, perpetually speaking, this girl would be your 'soul-mate'.'' I smiled at her reluctance to use such a flimsy word as 'soul-mate'. Her hate for divination really shone through sometimes. "If you were to find this girl and mark her consentingly then, theoretically, she wouldn't turn into a vampire, and if you had the restraint to – to, well… not drink her dry. She'd live beside you, frozen, but still human and functioning as one, for all eternity. Or until you die. It's a conditional clause. You're keeping her alive, but if you die, she dies. You bite her without her full consent; she'll either turn or die. Same goes for if you don't care for each other enough. Basically you have to give your minds, bodies and should to one another, forever."

"Aaannd?"

"And what, Harry?" she asked incredulously. "Under those circumstances you would live for the rest of your life with the woman you love without having to kill her to do it!"

I rolled my eyes. "Well I got that. I mean what about that blood lust thing; you said something about it being related to that."

Her face flushed with colour. "Well… you wouldn't need to feed off of others, or not at all, because she wouldn't die, you can… still bite her, she's human… and is suspended in time. With the right blood replenishing potions…"

I pulled a face, scrunching up my nose. "So it's basically a defense mechanism that means that I'd be using said person for their blood?"

She mirrored my expression. "Well don't put it like that! Think about it, you get to live forever with the one person you'll never want to leave."

I went quiet for a moment. "But what about you and Ron? Sirius, Remus, Mary, Tonks, Luna, Neville, the rest of the Weasleys… Ginny! I don't think I could stand to watch you all grow old around me while I stay the same." That thought had been haunting me long before I actually changed. It wasn't the thought of being alone, more the thought of loosing everyone I care about.

She saw the distressed look on my face and her exuberant expression she usually got from finding out something new dropped from her face like a stone in water. "You'll be fine." She whispered, getting up off the floor with slight difficulty with having sat on her knees for so long, and sat down beside me as I moved to reconnect my feet with the ground. She draped one arm around my shoulders as I leant her forehead against my upper arm. "Even if you have to leave us all behind."

My head snapped around to look at her. "Leave?!"

Her eyes were on the ground while she spoke slowly and softly. "I know I would, I mean there'd come a point where I was 17 and all my friends around me were in their late 30's and I'd feel like a child, and yet so old at the same time… I'd feel so out of place, that looming feeling of them all walking to their death however many years in the future whole I say as I am, living forever. I wouldn't be able to stand it."

"Like you're moving at a million miles an hour but everyone else has slown right down and yet… you're so far away from them, and they're speeding towards something you can't even imagine thinking of." I whispered, looking away.

Her eyes were shimmering with unshed tears when she looked back at me. "Is that what it feels like? Now, I mean." She said thickly.

I nodded and I heard her take in a deep, shaking breath. "What was it like, when you died?"

She looked both saddened and curious at the same time. I shook my head, fixing my eyes on the dancing menagerie of flames in the fireplace as I spoke, what I knew must have been an undoubtedly dark expression befalling my face.

"It's just… dark. Black. Not the kind of darkness you've ever experienced either. Its thick, and impenetrable… full of... horrible things. I could hear... things calling to me in the dark. And something was approaching from off in the distance… I couldn't…" I shook my head. "I can't even say that there's nothing there, because there is, and it's waiting for me."

Everything was completely silent for a very long time, Hermione s other arm hugging mind fiercely. I could feel her heart thudding in her chest against my arm, hear it powering through my ear drums. She was terrified.

After a long while she finally spoke, quietly, so much so that I wouldn't have heard if I hadn't got such sensitive hearing. "Please." She was on the very verge of tears, sounding almost ashamed that she was even asking. "Please. If I get hurt, and I'm going to die, will you promise me, that you'll take my life, change me."

I looked over at her in surprise. "Hermione-"

"No, Harry. Listen to me. Fair enough if I'm old and decrepit, reaching the end of my time. I'll have lived my life and be as happy as you ever could be too good. But if I'm still young, with my life ahead of me… I just… need you to promise me, as my friends that you'll do this for me. Please." She repeated.

The look on her face. It was as if she knew she was destined to die young. I knew that wasn't true, she was just sacred, with Voldemort and what I'd just said was waiting on the other side… she'd live to be an old woman, I knew it. She was too smart not to. But I made the promise all the same. To but her mind at rest if anything else.

"I promise."

She let out a breath of relief and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you." She said it with such sincerity that I knew she had most definitely needed it. "I just… there's so much I want to see, and learn, you know? So many things I want to do with the knowledge that I have and I want to have the time to do it in, especially if that times going to be cut short."

She went quiet, still leaning heavily against me as she yawned widely, looking down at her watch. "Oh, god, I can't believe that its half past 7! Are you not tired?"

I shook my head, no. it was only a slight lie. I wasn't tired enough to sleep. I looked over at her absently as she yawned once again.

"You should go and get a couple of hours sleep before everyone starts to get up."

She shook her head. "No… I'm going to go back to this I think… if I went to sleep I wouldn't get back up again."

She let go of me and sat back down on the floor where she went back to doing some reading.


A/N: Blergh, I don't like this chapter at all and it was supposed to be twice as long! Feel free to yell at me for any or all of it, I know it's rubbish, and I'm likely to agree with chapter WAS initially going to be sooo much longer. I actually had him talking to Ginny, going to Gringotts, and sorting out all the stuff of his parents… just to say that there is a significance in him getting all his parents stuff, it'll come in handy later =] But uhm, yeah, there's already 6,000 words to this and I want to update today, as promised, so the bits that would be in his POV'll have to be from Ginnys in the next chapter, or it'll wait until chapter 13. I couldn't help myself - Gavin and Stacy was on in the background while I was writing this! 'Orite Gav, what's occourin'?' Gava-lar and Pama-lar cause everything's so bloomin' lush! Yeah, I love that show =]

I really like next chapter =] It's all Ginny; there's the funeral that they talked about in this, the swimming/hoody… thing, uhm… oh! A wedding! Yeah, I uh… the random comments about all that was there for a reason, something important happens at the wedding. Not Voldemort, death eater related, just… bad and important =P I'm actually having a hell of a time writing it because honest to god, I've only ever been to 2 weddings before and I was too young to remember one of them (I was three, my mum and dad's) and I'm not the kinda girl who'll plan every element of their perfect fairytale wedding so… bad times =/ I can't write it. Haha. Their first dance is in there though… I have 4 songs in my head and I have to choose which one sounds best.

Next chapters posted ooonnnn theeee uhmmm… God, I'm gonna say Saturday? It'd be earlier but it's half-term, innit, I've got things to do, people to see!

Jessica