Dumbledore's plan was working so far, he knew he could not live forever so he needed to train the next leader of the light. He was glancing down and the boy who could not die. His plan would truly enter phase 2 tonight.

The chains on Harry were feeding his magic directly into Dumbledore; with his knowledge and Harry's power he believed he could accomplish anything. The runes were cast; the room and Harry were ready. Dumbledore spoke. "Timeprious reversal." I was everything he expected, no light no magical bust just a well written powerful ritual. This ritual would turn anyone else who tried into a muggle.

He stood over a no longer teenage but a baby. "I think I'll call you Mathew James Dumbledore and you are my son. Only one problem remains, Oblivate! Oblivate! Oblivate! Oblivate! Oblivate! Oblivate! Oblivate! Oblivate! Oblivate! Oblivate! Oblivate! Oblivate! Oblivate! Oblivate! Oblivate! Oblivate! Oblivate! Oblivate! Oblivate!" Dumbledore's wand shaking from the rapid strong spells leaving his body. With a deep scan of his mind; nothing was left.

Year 1 Mathew Magi Dumbledore

Mathew was a happy baby he could say a few words and would try to stumble around from time to time but most importantly he felt loved from his Father. He was hugged, held, read to, and well nursed. Everything a baby needs.

Year 2

Now up and walking he found he lived with a large wood that he wasn't allowed in. It was a simple two bed room house; looking straight from the Middle Ages.

He could speak more than a few words and had received his wand from his grandfather. He could do a few simple charms and so of the other spelling in the book his father gave him. He was his greatest fear that he would let down his father and when he would get a spell right he would always be praised.

Year 3

He was now reading more than looking at a picture and trying to figure it out. He had picked how to speak French, English, German, Mandarin, Spanish, Latin and Hebrew so he could read books in the original tongue.

Dumbledore spent most of his time dreaming up ways to kill harry potter. He would drug his food with a pain numbing potion and kill Harry in some new and creative way. It seemed that he could only kill harry 3 or 4 times in a anyway before the boy no longer died from it.

Year 4

Matt as he now liked to be called; was lonely kid he had never met anyone besides his father. He had imaginary friends named Hermione, Ginny and, Tonks but his father told him that he would be going to school in a few years and would make lots of friends. He kindly explained the reason why he couldn't go and play with other kids is that he was too powerful and it would take him several years of training to be safe to be around. This both excited and made him sad. The next day was his 5 th birthday and he was going to start training as his gift.

Year 5

His birthday was better than expected he got a white mask that hid his face completely besides his eyes. He was instructed that he was from this point on to NEVER take it off. His training was brutal and the hands of his father. I was wonderful every time he master a spell to the point he could do it without his wand or words he was reward with hugs and praise.

Year 6

It was another year he still couldn't beat his father in a duel but it was obvious that he was a lot more powerful than his father. He could now fell his own magical aura as well and he fathers. He only lost because of the knowledge difference.

Year 7

His mind was his play ground his father could no longer enter his mind. He spent most of the year working toward and perfect memory and mind shields.

Year 8

Matt couldn't be happier 3 more years and he would be allowed to attend school. He loved his father most then anything, he would no longer question any order given to him. Father said jumped on the way up ask how high and magical push himself to the point of near death to reach an acceptable height.

Year 9

Dumbledore could no longer kill his son; but magical or mundane means. Mathew was everything he expected him to be and more. Matt had complete control of his magic; and any day now his son would have the same knowledge level that Dumbledore possessed. The student was going to surpass his father. Dumbledore knew; with this new Harry the world would be safe long after he was gone. The price was high he knew he tainted his soul far beyond repair when he tore apart a soul bond. It had to be done.

Year 10

This was truly a hard year for young Mathew; he knew that in less than a year he would be attending a school where he already knew everything they were going to teach. One day he had summoned up the courage to ask his father why he was going. "Dad; why am I going to school?"

"I knew you would ask me this one day. It is simple Matt I am dying. Old age has will clam my life sooner or later and you need friends and with you magic finally under control you may leave here. You are the guardian of the light; that is the last task I will ask of you. It is what you have trained for. In dark times people will look to you as my son to take up my mantel. You need to see that people are worthy of being saved; you need a reason to fight any darkness that arises. I now ask you for one last thing; give me your word that you will do as I ask."

"You have my oath; so mote it be." Matt said firmly

"I must admit to you something; I have done horrid things on your behalf. Forgive me but I must ask you to do this but I need you to find love. It was what I stole from you. I can't rest in peace till you find love my son. "

"I don't understand; but I will father." Tears ran to his eyes.

"Once you find love you may take off the mask I gave you."

"Matt nodded he hadn't see his own face that he could remember. He tried but somehow being faceless was comforting."

Year 11

The night before his birthday Matt found his father sitting at his desk dead. Old age had taken his father. He buried him outside under the stars the man loved so much. He didn't know what secrets his dad hid from him but he loved him very much. He offered pray to the first time in a long time. "Please god; look after my father, I know not what he did. I fell the worry about his soul took him before his time. Forgive him. Please! He thought me that forgiveness is the greatest gift that anyone can give. I love him; and I will ask that as a gift to me; forgive him."

Lady Fate looked down on someone she had not seen in 11 years; Harry Potter praying for the soul of Dumbledore. It was the more horrid thing she ever saw. "Don't worry Harry I am on my way. I will never forgive him"

Matt could almost fell the anger of someone else and words 'Never forgive him,' echoed in his mind. He felt as if his plea fell on deaf ears; and he cried for the loss of his father.

He spent the entire night talk to his father's grave. He would always honor his teachings.

The next day he found two letters for him on his bed.

Dear Mathew if you have his letter then I have gone to the next great adventure. This letter will take you to the train platform on September first. Remember everything I said to you. Friends and love are what truly matter find both. Honor the light in all things.

Love

Dad

The next was simple letter telling him what he needed for Hogwarts and that the platform was at 9 and 3 / 4. It was signed Tom Marvol Riddle Headmaster of Hogwarts.

The next two weeks were past in a mixture of grief and happiness. At 9 am London time Mathew Dumbledore was taken portkey to the platform for the train. He noticed that everyone around him was magical and that a large red train marked Hogwarts express was starting to fill. People were giving him strange looks; but with a quick scan of the people around him it was just because the mask. There was nothing he could do about it so he lifted his trunk and found a empty compartment where he could sit. He was relaxing enjoying the sound of PEOPLE moving around when a young woman opened up his compartment.

"Can I set with you?" She said before she even looked at him.

He was shocked beyond shocked. It looked exactly like his imaginary friend Hermione Granger. Exactly like her so much so that he couldn't find any words to tell her yes.

"Oh I can see you are not very nice I'll find somewhere else." She turned to leave.

He felt like he was speaking for the very first time when he stammered. "N n no; please join me."

With that she turned around and offered him a smile and sat across from him. "I am Hermione Gray. Who are you and if you don't mind me asking why are you wearing a mask?"

"Mathew Dumbledore, and well my father give it to me on my 5 th birthday to mark the start of my training; it was also one of his last request that I never take it off." It was most of the truth; how could he tell her the whole truth it was simply to embarrassing. She was just like his imaginary friend.

She could hear the sadness in his voice when he spoke of his dead father so she did ask anymore. She just changed the subject skillfully. "So you have been practicing magic for 6 years now; you must know a lot."

"My father would say, 'True knowledge is in knowing you know nothing, but I know he stole it from somewhere else. I know very little compared to the amount of stuff people could know. I am good at a few spells thought." He smiled but it was hidden.

To his surprise she smiled back. It made him want to rip off his mask and kiss her. I warmed his heart to see her smile. He knew he had his first crush. He had a great cheesy line in his head. He didn't dare say it 'I never knew I could lose myself in your smile; and with that knowledge I true know that before now; I knew nothing.'

The door opened again to see a beautiful girl with long black hair that hit her waist. She could easily be described as perfect and no one would argue. She didn't speak just took a seat next to Mathew and smiled at him warmly.

"Hello." He was awestruck by her beauty. "I am Mathew Dumbledore and you are?"

"Sarah Fate but all my friends call me Fate."

Mathew was wondering if he was going to have a crush on every girl who would ever talk to him.

"No, you won't." She spoke answering a question he didn't ask aloud.

"How?" Mathew asked when he finely spoke.

"I am a seer; I can see things sometimes and no you won't." She was beaming.

Hermione had no clue what was going on, but seeing her sitting so close to Mathew sent a tingle of jealousy down her spine; so she opened up a book and stuck her face in it. It was a felling she had only gotten about girls up to this point in her life. She liked the boy in the mask with kind eyes.

The train would be leaving anytime now Mathew wondered how many more people were going to join him. When the door opened again; and there stood someone who looked exactly like Ginny; maybe a little shorter but it was Ginny! "Ginny? He asked out loud.

She looked at him in shock. "Do I know you?"

"Sorry, you just remind me of a girl named Ginny who looked a lot like you, we were childhood friends, but it has been years since I have seen her. It was remarkable that you have her name." It was again a 1 / 2 truth.

"I could have been her, but I think I would remember the mask." She chuckled

She was cute; when she laughed it lit up the entire room. This was too odd for it to be chance; it looked more like fate, the thing not the other girl setting next to him. If a girl with pink hair comes in here I swear I am going to rethink and maybe choice divination as a future job.

As if on cue; she opened the door.

Mathew needed air; his not so imaginary friends were standing in the same room. "I have to go to the loo, and then I am going to go look around I hope to see you all around." With that he darted past the pink haired girl no saying a word.

Think Matt, you need to find out what is going on. Where was his father now that he needed him? Lost in his own little world he wasn't paying any attention to where he was going. The boy standing above him may have done it with the intention of knocking him down. He looks up to see a lager boy laughing at him. Harry didn't like to do this but she scanned the boy's magical aura. It was pitch black, Father had warned him about these type of people but this is the first time he ever saw evil. It had a face and it was laughing at him.

"You look so prissy with your little mask; you must be a pureblood." The boy sneered at him.

"You look like you need a friend." Mathew stood up. "Then again, I could be wrong. Mathew Dumbledore and you are."

"Nonya." The boy smiled at him.

Mathew didn't know he was being brushed off. "Ok Nonya lets be friends."

The boy didn't know if he was just a retard or what, but didn't say another word and turned and walked away.

Mathew thought to himself; that boy could use a hug and some guidance. It was not his place to do either yet. He hurt someone his ass was His, but it was his job to turn him from the darkness before he could. He would be his friend didn't matter if he like it or not.

This was all too much to take in. Mathew spent the rest of the train ride alone in a bathroom at the back of the train. Thinking about the 4 girls he left earlier.

Ginny was the first to speak when he left. "I wonder what he looks like under the mask; do you think he is burned badly."

"I don't know but; he said it was his father's last request that he never takes it off, but I do wonder what he looks like."

"You mean the masked man that just ran out of here?" Tonks was more the confused.

"He is drop dead sexy; his lips are soft and tender he has a boyish smile that can melt the coldest of hearts, his hair is raven black that never sits right, he smells of books and magic, but to me he smells like a dream I had once, and his eyes; those eyes are deep emerald green, and the compassion and tenderness in them would break your heart if he were to cry." Fate didn't have a clue as to how or why she knew this; but she did.

The others were in awe of the description; he Hermione remembered something she read in, Hogwarts, A History. She pulled out the book. "I have seen someone like him before, here." She pointed into a book showing it to the seer.

"This is him, but that boy in the book is a little older but that is him without a question." She said as she pictured him in her mind. "Who is he?"

"Harry Potter, he was killed 11 years ago but a still unknown Dark Lord. He was loved by a lot of people though no one is mentioned by name. He killed a giant 60 foot snake in his second year and cured the current Headmaster of a dark still unknown curse. If fate is right he is cute." Hermione summarized the pages dedicated toward Harry Potter. Then she realized what she said and she blushed at he own admission.

It went unnoticed because all of the other girls were thinking the exact same thing.

The rest of the train ride passed very peacefully. The girls did even notice that the train had stopped till they heard a loud gruff voice calling, "First Years this way please."

The girls got dressed quickly as they should have before they arrived.

Mathew found the boat with "Nonya" all ready in and joined him. Two other boys who didn't seem to know each other joined them. All 4 of them looked up at the castle amazed. Mathew for a completely different reason, It had a magical core, but harry was sure is he was to fight it he would win. It is not like a castle could move out of the way. 2 maybe 3 full powered blasting spell and it would be dust. That would not do, the castle needed help, If nothing else he could tap into the castle's magical core and reinforce the wards and help him look after it and the people within it, because as father said; "the children are the future and that is exactly what we should protect."

The boats pulled up to shore and they were all taken to a large room with a door. A very stern looking woman was standing there. "You are about to be sorted into your houses, and some of you look like a wreck. Tidy yourself up in a moment we will begin the sorting."

Harry was already very net, but he looked over at Fate, Ginny, Hermione, and Tonks. He didn't know if that was really her name but dame he was shooting 100% at this point. They we picking off fuzz of each other and fixing hair till they were all good with each other's appearance. It must be a girl thing Mathew thought to himself.

Soon after they all finished the door swung open and they heard the same stern woman open up the doors. "Follow me please."

After a few short words the sorting started, but hat had a new song ready for this year.

Oh the houses, you make me sick

The thought of one more head makes me want to quit

But here we are again

And I sing a song again

I could tell you of the houses but it is joke

No few words could fully described a bloke

So do what you will

Do what you may

But you are all retarded I must say

It was so quite in the great hall you could hear a mouse fart. Till some student said," I think the hat is broken, we should get a new one."

With that the hall burst in to laughter.

Jones Alba, McGonagall called out. GRIFFENDORK. The hat yelled after a few seconds.

After a few more people, being sorted in RAVENCLOWNS PANSYPUFFS and SNIFFELINS

She called out Mathew Dumbledore. Her face gave away too much, Dumbledore said he had a kid and retired but to actual see him was a lot different. Mathew took his seat and the hat was put on his head.

"DAMN YOU BOY; LOWER YOUR SHEILD!" The hat commanded.

"Can't; they have been in place for so long I can't get them to come down if I wanted to."

"How am I supposed to sort you without getting in your head?"

"You could try talking to me; that is what everyone else does."

"Wait a minute I know you, But he is dead and a lot older then you. You killed him and stole his magic."

"Hold up there, I didn't kill anyone."

Then he felt a powerful probe trying not to enter his mind; just break it. When the attempt failed the hat bit the top of his head.

Harry screamed out, not because it was pain full just unexpected. When he felt someone pull the hat off his head, he heard the hat screaming.

"YOU BASTERED YOU KILLED HARRY POTTER: YOU STOLE IS MAGIC; YOU KILLED HIM; I KILL YOU."

The hat was quickly stunned by the headmaster. "Enjoy the feast; you will be sorted as soon we can figure out the trouble with the hat. McGonagall please escort the unsorted to the library till we can sort them. Mathew please come with me.

He found himself in the headmaster's office on the first day. This was not looking good for him.

Tom was looking at this young man wearing a mask. Who was he? No first year could block a stunner from Tom; sure a lot of his power was sealed off with the evil, but he was still on the top 10 most powerful wizards list, not ever but alive. With that the most powerful stunner Tom could manage shot at Mathew at breakneck speed.

Mathew swatted it away with his hand like he was waving off a complement about dinner. It hadn't even got a foot out of his wand before it was tilted downward at the ground.

"Who are you; and what have you done with Albus' son?" Tom demanded.

"I am Mathew James Dumbledore son of Albus; Head of most Ancient and Noble house of Dumbledore, defender of the light and I can see the darkness in you." Matt locked his eyes on Tom.

Tom couldn't move or break from Mathew's eye contact.

"This is your only warning; attack me again and there won't even be dust left of you. Deny the evil; love something more that yourself." Matt eyes softened; and Tom found that he could move around again. When tom heard the next only above a whisper; "Please." It was Matt pleading with him to consider his words.

"Why do you have Harry Potter's magical signature?"

"I don't know; I don't even know who he is."

"Have you ever killed anyone?"

"No."

"Have you ever stolen anyone's magic?"

"No. I have too much of my own too want more."

"Now swear to me you have answered truthfully."

"I Mathew James Dumbledore to swear on my magic; that everything I have told you is the truth." Nothing happened. His magic did care what he was called He was born Harold Potter and it would not seal him into an oath without him knowing his name.

Mathew and Tom both look stunned. Mathew did a few checks in his head. "Let me try that again. I do swear by my magic that everything I have told you tonight I believe to true." His magic agreed and let the oath form.

Mathew knew what this meant. The only way an oath would not form is if you used the wrong name in it. He was not Mathew James Dumbledore; but if not, than who was he?

"Mr. Dumbledore please wait outside my office. I need to deal with the hat." Tom didn't look to happy at this point.

After a short talk with the hat, Tom convinced it that he needed to finish but it refused to go near the magic thief. With that the hat was sent back to the great hall to finish sorting the rest of the students.

Tom called Mathew back into his office. "Ok the sorting as restarted; but the hat won't sort you. So what am I going to do with you?

"I don't know Sir."

"Pick a house; and I will place you in it."

"But I don't know anything houses; or anything about the people in it. I don't know where I belong."

Tom looked at him for a few moments. "Ok take your time; I will give you access to all the houses common rooms for now. You will stay in the guest rooms till you pick a house. You are not allowed to sit in the great hall till you have made a choice, I will have a house elf sever you in the guest rooms till you chose. Dobby!"

With that a Dobby showed up; "How can Dobby be of…." Dobby looked at someone who he had not seen in years. "Master Harry Sir, dobby knews you were not dead." The elf threw his arms around Matt.

Who the hell was Harry Potter? First the hat now this strange elf. "I am sorry; but you have me mistaken me for someone else could you please show me to my room and I will be taking all my meals up there."

Dobby started to cry. "Master Harry forgot Dobby. You were such a good Master. I will show you to your room."

The sorting continued,

Tonks Black was sorted in to Snifflins.

Ginny Weasley into Griffendork.

Hermione Gray into Ravenclowns.

Sarah Fate into Pansypuffs.

When Matt didn't show up for dinner; everyone assumed that he was on his way to be kissed; for the murder of the boy who lived twice savior of the wizarding world.

Matt was not given a class list; it didn't matter he would find his friends in their common rooms and plan his day that way. He was on his way to see Fate when he saw Ginny. "Ginny!" He called out.

"Matt we thought you were expelled or worse. Where were you?"

"The hat has refused to sort me so, I have to pick a house; till I do I am staying in one of the guest rooms." Matt looked sad, this was going to make, making friends harder. "But where are you off too?"

"Double Potions with Professor Snape."

"Do you mind if I join you?"

"Please do." Ginny took his hand in hers and lead the way down into the dungeons.

Snape made his usual rattle before assigning a simple draught of peace.

"Ginny the trick to any good potion stir is smoothness." He took her hand in his own to demonstrate a good counter clockwise stir. "Just fell the potion out; it is not an exact science it has a lot to do with the strength of the herbs and there freshness. Smell them, taste them, fell the ingredients you are using. If it is weak then use a little more, if it is strong then use less. Pay attention to the cutting there is a reason to the cuts, usual has a lot to do with the quickness of the release of the substance. Fast you want to grind, slow drop it in whole. I am sure we will learn about that later; for now just know there is a reason and work on your stir. If you haven't noticed you need to stir a lot for this one." Mathew didn't notice that the whole class was looking at him. Writing down what he was saying. Snape looked up from his desk to see that Mathew Dumbledore was talking and everyone was listening. "Ok now; most newt eyes come from newt farms. Each of the newts has about 100 to 120 eyes. So when you by a bottle pop one in your fingers to test the amount of jelly in it. I am going to pop one and show it to you so you can get a feel for what is normal. See this is just too little jelly you should use about double this when it calls for one eye of newt. It looks like my bottle was farmed a little too early, but is better to early then too late because as I said before cut matters. If you do happen to get one with too much, use a needle to suck some out of it. I won't affect the potion as much as a double dose of it." He went on to the rest of the ingredients; Snape was looking for a mistake. The boy made none. Just as he finished Matt finished the lesson it was time for class to end. Matt didn't notice how quickly he fell into the role of teacher.

"Class dismissed, Matt wait for a moment I need to see you."

The class including Ginny left to room.

"Yes Professor?"

"That was amazing; how do you know so much about potions?" Snape was smiling at him.

"My father taught me. He was great with this stuff; we had a lot of projects in the works, if you wouldn't mind, I could use some help with some of them if you had time?"

"I wish you had a house so I could award points to you. I would love to help, stop by anytime. I would tell you to run off to class but seeing as you don't have any official classes, I have things I must to so; you are excused."

Mathew was suppried at the small gathering outside or the potions class room.

"Matt; you were amazing." Ginny announced.

"Thanks Ginny. "

"So are you going to be in potions for the rest of the year?"

"I don't know but if you need any help just ask. Now I would love to stay and talk but I have a lot on my mind right now. It was true he wanted to find out who the hell was Harry Potter.

Just as Matt was about to enter the library; he ran into his original goal. "Hermione; where are you off too?"

"Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall."

"Do you mind if I join you?"

"But you don't have the call Matt; are you sure she will allow it." Hermione was as by the book as ever.

"That is why I am here is to learn. If she doesn't want me there I can always leave." Matt offered her his arm. "So please lead the way."

They were so early the class previously didn't exit yet.

"So; Matt are you any good at Transfiguration?"

"Depends." Matt was recalling all the books he had ever read.

"On what? How could it depend on anything?"

"Focus, faith; and to extent power. That is what depends on; I am a little short of Focus right now but my faith more than makes up for it. I can't teach you faith in yourself, but I will teach you a little focus before class. Let's have a seat." They sat indian style beside the class room door facing each other. I am going to go over all the steps so I don't break your Focus when you have started.

"

1) Close your eyes.

2) Picture something in your mind that you love, something simple. It has to be a clear picture. I say love because it easier to do if you know the object well.

3) Touch the item you want to change with your wand.

4) Have faith in yourself that you can make it change.

5) Fell the magic inside of you.

6) Fell the magic run down your arm and into your finger tips.

7) Will the object to change.

If you can do that spells are useless, for Transfiguration; with practice you can do it while running at a distance to many objects, without a wand. Ok Hermione now try it."

Hermione had the picture in her head; it was a 1 and foot tall black teddy bear. She could fell the magic inside of her; it was warm and peaceful. It was running down her arm just like he said. Then she wanted nothing more than to hold to teddy bear that is lost so many years ago. Hermione or Matt noticed that she hadn't touched anything with her wand. The two closes items were the castle and Matt. A second latter Hermione was looking at Mr. Bear where Harry used to be. She picked up the Bear and held it tight to her chest.

Matt was very happy to be held on to so he did move or complain.

"Oh bloody hell. I turned Matt into a stuffed animal." Worse class was starting; she need to talk to McGonagall, but to her dismay she was talking to two second years about the trouble they were having. They would did not stop even as more and more first years showed up. It was time for class to start and at last McGonagall stopped talk to them, but as soon as she did the she started the class with the two boys still rushing out of the room.

Hermione could concentrate the match would not turn into a needle. Her mind was on Matt who was on her lap. Then she felt it; the Bear was cuddling up to her. She felt a gentle pressure on her mind.

"Don't worry about me; I am fine I can change back anytime I want."

Hermione whispered. "So why not change back."

"umm… that is…I liked you holding me and it was so nice to be close to you so I didn't want to. You know part of the method I use is desire and right now I am lacking."

"Oh; well am I supposed to just hall you around everywhere I go till you descried to change back?"

"Yes; thank you." Matt didn't notice or care she was being sarcastic. He just cuddled himself closer into her small chest.

Matt spent the rest of the day relaxing with Hermione in her classes and common room. Hermione at times would forget the bear was Matt and at sometimes when Matt would rub his head across where her breasts would be someday she couldn't forget.

It was getting late and Hermione with Matt in her arms retired to her bed chambers. She sat Matt bear on her bed.

"I am going to go shower I'll be back." She told him.

The bed chambers had changed since Harry Potter had gone to school. Thanks to large donation each person had their own room and the common room had 10-20 study rooms that it branched off into.

Hermione came back into her room just wearing a towel; she was not used to bringing her clothes into the bathroom with her so she had to walk past several other girls' doors to get to hers.

His jaw dropped when he saw Hermione enter the room; well it would have if he was not a stuffed bear.

"Please turn around; I need to change into my night clothes."

It took a second for Matt to process anything she was saying; but after a few reluctant seconds he complied.

"So do you plan on staying here tonight?"

She felt the same warm pressure. "Not so much as plan; as hope."

She snuggled down into bed holding a very familiar bear and a not so familiar boy.

MY NOTES

-1 Please review

-2 I hope you all like chapter 1part 2

-3 I don't know where my beta is at…he did chapter 1

-4 I think I may have lost him

-5 /puts out beta food so I can get a new one or old one to come back

-6 REVIEW it means the world to me; I respond to some of the reviews; and if you ask a question I am sure to reply.

-7 I will explain more of what happened after their deaths in the next chapter.

-8 EVEN

P.s I love this story and will never abandon it; but I have a lot of ideas in my head. More ideas then I have time. I am going to post a few other things I have been working on check it out if I get a big enough response I will pick up another story. It might be a day or two from this post.