Hello, I'm back! The response to this story has been overwhelming, thank you all so much! All your lovely reviews and comments have urged me on to get the new chapter out to you as quickly as possible, not an easy task when I have two little people and a husband vying for my attention, and I've had to forego a little sleep, but your positive feedback makes the sacrifices worthwhile. So here we go, I hope you love it.
Reunited
Tom paced his throne room, his agitation obvious to anyone who may happen to walk through the door right now, not that anyone would. He'd sent them all away because he couldn't stand their presence anymore. They'd searched everywhere for Harry, all of them had, including Tom himself, and there was no sign of him. Lucius and the others in the ministry had done all they could to find out anything useful, and Remus, who was still recovering from his injuries after the battle, and Severus had been searching every secret hideout they'd ever known Dumbledore to use; all of which had turned up nothing.
He wasn't giving up, he was going to find Harry no matter how long it took, but with each second that passed his resolve crumbled a little more. What was the point really? Even if he found Harry he couldn't keep him. The only way to ensure he wouldn't leave would be to lock him in the dungeon and Tom wouldn't do that.
He'd been trying so hard to become the kind of man Harry could care about and he'd been doing well, better than he'd ever imagined he could do, but it had still been a long way from where he needed to be before he told Harry how he felt. It had been a long shot, but at least there had been a hope there. If Harry wasn't around long enough to see that Tom could grow as a person and be kind he'd never feel anything but wariness and fear toward him, so really what was the point in looking for him at all?
He stopped pacing and closed his eyes, clenching his fists at his sides and struggling to push the pain and desolation away. He was Lord Voldemort damn it! He was the most powerful wizard ever to exist and he'd done things other people could only dream of accomplishing. He was not going to fall apart over the loss of one young man.
He. Was. Not!
The stinging in his eyes said otherwise and he clenched his fists tighter, revelling in the pain of his long nails piercing his skin and the blood beginning to flow down the inside of his palms. He would control this, he would! Nobody was going to make him feel something he didn't want to feel!
"Tom!" Nagini hissed urgently from beside him and he opened his eyes to see her slithering quickly toward the door. Surprised by the pace at which she was moving and the urgency he'd been able to hear in her voice, he turned to see what had drawn her attention; only to stop stunned as his eyes fell on the dishevelled and trembling but altogether beautiful form of Harry Potter. The raven haired young man was standing in the door way, looking up at him warily, as if unsure whether or not he should be there.
"My Lord," the beautiful Gryffindor greeted him softly, and before he'd even had a chance to process what he was doing Tom had crossed the room and pulled the young man into his arms.
His mind caught up to him moments later and he was shocked by his own actions, then Harry's arms slipped around his waist and he didn't care. They held each other for what felt like hours, Tom struggling to come to terms with all the emotions he was feeling while simultaneously pushing aside the urge to carry the gorgeous thing to his room and ravish him until morning; something he'd never really done or wanted to do to anyone before.
When he had his emotions under control for the time being and he felt like he could speak at last, he whispered, "Are you hurt?"
"No, My Lord," Harry whispered back.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yes, My Lord," Harry replied, even though the trembling of his small frame belied the truth of his words.
"Harry, you have been in the clutches of Dumbledore and the order for several days and you have returned to me shaking and looking as if you haven't eaten in a month, so I ask you again, are you all right?" Tom asked, in a stern but not unkind voice.
Harry nodded against his shoulder, "They hurt me, a lot. Dumbledore was using a spell to try and un-brainwash me, or so he said, and it was awful, worse than the cruciatus, but I don't think it's left me with any damage. I'm fine now just …." Harry took a deep, shaking breath before whispering so quietly Tom barely heard him, "Just don't let me go, please."
Tom took a deep breath of his own, pushing aside the feelings and urges those words brought about within him. Not stopping to think too much he scooped Harry up into his arms and carried him from the room, Nagini slithering along close behind. He needed to take care of the trembling young man and the first step was getting him cleaned up. They reached his bedroom rather quickly and he strode in, closing the door behind him and spelling it shut. He studiously ignored the bed that seemed to be beckoning him and headed for the bathroom. A flick of his wand had the bath filling and another spelled everything Harry would need to follow him over to its edge.
He lowered Harry down to sit on the side of the tub and gently pried the Gryffindor's arms from around his neck, where Harry had moved them when Tom had picked him up, to rest on his shoulders. He knelt down in front of him, putting them at eye level of each other, and gently pulled the mask away to reveal the young man's beautiful face. He spelled it clean and sent it to the bathroom basin before turning back to study Harry's face for any sign of damage. His normally bright, sparkling eyes looked tired and his face looked slightly hollow and drawn, a sign of malnutrition, but no signs of any other damage.
"Did you sleep at all while you were there?" Tom asked softly.
"Not really, he cast a spell on me to keep me from sleeping more than a few moments at a time. I think he was hoping it would break me quicker," Harry replied softly and Tom had to take a moment to push aside the anger those words produced. How dare the old bastard!
The bath was full by that point so he spelled the taps off and realising he hadn't done so already be lifted his sleeve and sent a general message out to his death eaters to stand down and return to their homes. He turned his attention back to Harry then and told him he should have a bath before they called a mediwizard to examine him for damage. He then asked if Harry wanted him to leave and Harry immediately shook his head.
"No, please stay with me," Harry pleaded quietly and even though he knew it was going to be exceptionally difficult to be so close to Harry while he was naked, he agreed. He made sure Harry was all right to stand up before pulling back and turning his attention to the bath while Harry undressed. He placed one of Severus' healing bath balls in the water, which immediately started to bubble and turn a bright green colour. He averted his eyes as Harry climbed into the tub and didn't turn back until he heard the water settle around him. He was grateful that the herbs from the healing ball obscured his view of Harry's body beneath the water.
Tom perched himself on the edge of the tub then and called over the soap and a sponge so he'd be able to hand them to Harry when the boy needed them.
Harry sat in the water for several moments, his eyes closed and his breathing deep, most likely enjoying the feel of the water caressing his skin after so many days of not experiencing it. Eventually he opened them again and looked up at Tom who held out the soap and sponge for him to take. He took it with a grateful 'thank you' and began to scrub his body, something Tom had to struggle not to picture in his head or wish it was his hands doing instead of Harry's. When Harry washed his hair Tom's reaction was similar and he immediately regretted his decision to give in to Harry and remain while he bathed, even if he hadn't wanted to let Harry out of his sight either.
Harry rinsed his hair and with nothing further to do he sat back in the water to relax, his eyes once more closed. For a long time there was silence in the room and Tom took the time to enjoy his view of Harry relaxed and calm and sort through some of the emotions he'd pushed aside when he'd first seen Harry in his throne room.
Harry had come back. Did he know the contract had been broken or hadn't he felt it? Should Tom tell him? If he knew then why did he come back? He certainly seemed happy to see Tom and that was probably the biggest surprise of all.
"I thought you might not want me to come back," Harry's quiet voice brought his attention back to the present. Focusing on him properly again Tom realised that the young man's face didn't appear as relaxed as it had before.
"Why would you think that?" He asked, confused by the Gryffindor's words.
"I felt the contract sever," Harry replied. "I thought … because I'd been captured … perhaps you no longer considered me a worthy right hand and … didn't want me to return. I was afraid … coming back … that you'd tell me to leave as soon as you saw me," he explained quietly.
"That is not why I severed the contract, Harry," Tom replied, deciding he'd be honest with the young man who currently looked so fragile. "While I was trying to work out where you'd been taken I remembered the clause in the contract that demanded you remain by my side unless I specifically ordered you to be elsewhere. I could feel that thread tightening around you and I knew if you weren't found soon it would likely kill you. I terminated my end of the contract for your protection," he explained, pleased to see the tension leave the boy's face.
"Oh," was all Harry said in reply, but he certainly seemed calmer than he had since his arrival at the manor.
Than answered one of Tom's questions, Harry definitely knew the contract had been terminated. The rest of his questions beckoned and he needed to know the answer to them, it would drive him to distraction if he didn't ask.
"Were you aware that it was only my end of the contract I had severed?" he asked the Gryffindor softly.
"I wasn't sure for a while. I was so focused on keeping Dumbledore out that I couldn't feel the rest of the contract still in place until I was freed and the spells unwoven from around me. Then I knew," Harry replied.
"So you must have known you were free and I could do no damage to your loved ones as I was still bound to our agreement. Why did you return? I didn't expect you to," he asked softly.
Harry finally opened his eyes and looked up at Tom. He studied him for several moments before moving from the side of the bath where he'd been relaxing, to where Tom was sitting and leant on the edge.
"I came back because I wanted to," he replied and Tom could see the sincerity shining in his eyes.
"Why?" Tom asked before he could stop himself.
Harry looked down and his face took on an instant look of concern as his gaze fell on Tom's hands. "You're hurt," he said worriedly and Tom looked down at his palms, remembering all of a sudden that he'd dug his nails into his hands in anger just before Harry had shown up. The bleeding had stopped but there was still blood on his hands and the nail marks were still present in his skin. He opened his mouth to tell Harry it was nothing, only to stop when the young man's soft hands reached out to take his own and brought them down to the water. He gently washed the blood away and Tom was surprised by how greatly such a simple touch affected him.
As soon as the blood was gone he felt the warm feeling of healing magic flowing through his palms and very quickly the damage was gone. Harry held his hands softly, studying his handiwork and Tom couldn't stop himself from moving his fingers to curl around younger man's. Harry paused, and Tom was wondering if he'd frightened the younger man. He was surprised beyond all belief when Harry gripped his hands back and brought one up to his lips to press a gentle kiss to the back of the knuckles.
"Harry," Tom whispered, unable to hide his surprise.
"I came back because I want to be here, I want to be with you," Harry confessed quietly, his eyes still studying their joined hands. Tom's heart beat kicked up several notches and the desire he'd been trying to quell soared through his veins. Harry wanted him. He hadn't expected that to happen no matter how much he hoped, but he wasn't going to argue. The Gryffindor was naked, in his bathroom, he was most likely feeling overly emotional because of his capture and he was only 16. Tom knew he should pull away and ask Harry to dress and return to his room so they could discuss this in the morning with a level head, but he didn't want to. He pulled his hands gently from Harry's, took hold of the young man's face and brought their lips together.
From Harrys' reaction Tom could only conclude he hadn't been expecting that at all. Still, after a few seconds the Gryffindor was kissing him back, his hands slipping up and around Tom's neck and into his hair. The Dark Lord was so overwhelmed by the sensation of finally having Harry's lips against his own, and he guessed Harry was as well, because neither of them noticed that they were overbalancing until Tom fell into the very large bathtub with a loud splash.
They pulled apart and came back to the surface, Tom immediately checking if Harry was all right as he'd practically landed on him. Harry promised he was fine and Tom looked down at his now soaking robes.
"Well, I was going to ask you if you wanted to join me, I guess now I don't have to," Harry stated so matter of factly that Tom couldn't help the laughter that suddenly bubbled in his throat. It had been years since he'd laughed in a way that wasn't directed at the suffering of others, but here he was, in a bathtub with a naked Harry Potter, laughing. Harry joined in soon after and for so long the pair of them just laughed. Tom was pleasantly surprised at how good it felt to do so after such a long time.
When at last their laughter died down, he reached out for Harry's lovely body and pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his hair.
"I'd best leave you to finish your bath alone, dearest, I do not believe I'd be able to keep my hands from wandering were I to join you," he told the Gryffindor softly.
"Would that be such a bad thing?" Harry asked quietly, cuddling into Tom's chest.
"You're only 16, Harry, and you've just been through something horrible. Your emotions are bound to be mixed up and I will not take advantage of that; it wouldn't be right," he replied gently.
"I'm all right, really," Harry assured him. "Yes I … I missed you while I was captured … a lot … but I wanted you before I was taken away and that hasn't changed now. Do you … I mean … do you not want me too?" he asked nervously and with a hint of sadness.
Tom looked down at Harry to find his beautiful green eyes looking up at him with so much nervous self-consciousness it took everything in him to resist. He sighed heavily, "More than you know, Harry," he replied honestly. "But this is a matter of appropriate behaviour. I may be a monster, but there are some lines I have never and will never cross. I will make you mine, it is what we both want so I will see that it happens, but right now you need rest and a healer; nothing is more important than ensuring you are well."
He held Harry a little longer then kissed his forehead and pulled away. "Come, let's get us both dried off and I will send for the healers," he said, helping Harry out of the bath and spelling them both dry. He astutely avoided looking at the young man while he dressed, using that time instead to call for Draco, Severus and Dimitrov to come and attend to Harry's healing. As soon as Harry was dressed Tom lead him back to his room, not Harry's, and sat him down on the bed. Harry looked ready to fall asleep where he sat so it was a good thing Severus, Draco and Dimitrov were prompt.
Severus hid it well, but Tom could clearly see how happy and relieved the potions master was to have the young man back.
"How's Remus, is he okay?" Harry asked Severus tiredly as they were looking over him.
"He is fine, faring far better than you," Severus replied, using Legimency to scan Harry's mind for damage. He must have found some because he was growling and sifting through potions before Tom could ask what he'd found.
"He has mental damage?" Tom asked.
"Yes, a good deal of it," Severus replied angrily. "He'll need a three day healing sleep to recover completely."
Tom heard Harry sigh, but the young man didn't argue at all. Dimitrov and Draco finished their own scans of Harry and dug out several more potions for the boy to ingest. Harry drank them all with barely a grimace, a true sign of just how tired he was.
"I will begin the healing sleep now, would you like me to move Harry to his room?" Severus asked.
"No, he can remain where he is for now," Tom replied, pulling the blankets back and helping Harry to settle under them.
As Severus was casting the charm Harry turned to Draco. "In my robes there's a shell, with crystals on the top, it's a portkey to Luna."
"Thank you," Draco replied with a soft smile and Harry was drifting off moments later.
Tom watched the boy's breathing settle before turning to look at his gathered healers. "Will there be permanent harm?"
"No, my Lord," Severus replied, "although the old coot did plenty of damage. It seems Harry was strong enough to defend against the bulk of the onslaught."
"Nothing physically either, My Lord," Draco replied, Dimitrov nodding along with him. Malnourished and dehydrated, but not as badly as I would expect considering how long he was captured. I can only surmise that those who aided in his escape also provided him with some form of nourishment and fluids before he got back here. There was no physical torture inflicted, it seems to have all been mental."
Tom nodded to his healers and thanked them all before sending them back to their beds. As soon as they had cleared the room he locked the door and stripped off his robes. He changed into Pyjamas and headed back to the bed, pulling the covers back and sliding in beside Harry. He smiled to himself as he felt Nagini uncurl her body from around Harry's so Tom could wrap his arms around the smaller man and pull him close. Nagini's tail moved to cocoon his back then and he looked over Harry's head to see her forked tongue peek out from under the covers behind the younger man's neck. He lay back down, wondering just which of them Nagini loved more.
He pulled the younger man close and settled in to sleep, savouring the feeling of having him in his arms. He'd been so sure Harry would never come back once he realised that he didn't have to. But here he was, back in the manor and in his arms … and he wanted Tom. He'd hoped for this but not once had he dared imagine it actually happening. It was like all the dreams he never knew he had were coming true. Now he just needed to bring about the ones he had been aware of, the first of which was killing that damned, meddlesome, old man. Dumbledore would pay for hurting his Harry.
Yes, he would pay dearly.
XX
Draco made sure everything was sorted and that Dimitrov required nothing further from him before he activated the port key, the way he knew all of Luna's port keys worked, and found himself landing shortly after outside a lovely, little, stone cottage. He walked forward, feeling the wards flow around him like ribbons of silk. He hadn't even reached the door when it burst open and Luna flew out, throwing herself immediately into his arms.
"I've been so worried about you," she cried.
"I know, I'm sorry," Draco apologised, holding her tightly. "We've been trying to find you but no one knew where you were."
She pulled back and kissed him, her hands sliding up around his neck. He kissed her back, letting her know just how much he'd missed her and had been longing to see her. When they pulled apart breathlessly a short time later he slipped a hand up to gently wipe the tears from her face. She smiled and leant into his touch, her lovely silver eyes shining with love and relief. He kissed her softly and brought their foreheads together, revelling in the feeling of having her close again.
"I want to come back with you," she said after a few moments of silence.
"That would mean serving the dark Lord, are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes. I want to be where you are and I want to help you and Harry," Luna replied.
"All right. He's asked to see you and I promised I'd extend the invitation when we found you. There's no pressure though and you don't have to join the dark lord for Harry and I or to be with me. I know where you are now, I can come and see you all the time," Draco reassured her.
"I know I don't have to, but I want to and I had a dream the other night that I don't think should be ignored. I'm coming with you," Luna said decisively.
"Luna, what are you doing?" Draco and Luna both looked round at the sound of Xeno's voice. He was standing in the doorway watching them, a look of concern on his face. "You aren't honestly going to the dark lord are you? We've done all we can to stay out of the fighting, why would you willingly put yourself in the middle of it now?"
Luna approached her father, reaching forward and taking his hands softly. "I have to, daddy, it's where I need to be, I've seen it. Neither of us ever wanted to be tangled up in the war, but sometimes fate has different plans for us," she explained gently. "Besides, the sooner Dumbledore and the order are gone the sooner they'll stop harassing you about joining their cause and no, that's not the reason I'm doing this, it's just an added incentive," she added when it looked like he was going to say something.
Xeno sighed. "I know how strong your gifts are, Luna and I know they shouldn't be ignored. I will go and pack some things." he turned to head inside the house but her hand caught his.
"I don't expect you to come with me, daddy, this is my mission not yours," she said sternly.
Xeno smiled, "I know you don't expect it, Luna love, but you're all I have in this world. If you're going to the dark lord I am coming to protect you, in any way I can. Let's get packed and go shall we." he gave her hand a gentle pat and walked into the house.
Luna watched him go for a minute before turning back to Draco and holding out her hand. "Come and help me pack," she asked softly.
Draco took her hand and followed her inside. In a lot of ways he was pleased Xeno was coming with Luna, she'd be much happier with him there. That being said he hoped the man knew what he was in for.
XX
Being a Longbottom hadn't always served Neville well. He'd been teased about his name, particularly at Hogwarts, and growing up in that family, particularly with his grandmother as his guardian, had pretty much destroyed any self confidence he'd ever had. It certainly hadn't been an easy life for him being the Longbottom heir.
Over the last few weeks however, his family name had become very useful to him.
When he'd been moved to Grimauld place by Dumbledore and the order he'd had absolutely no idea as to why they could possibly want him there. Everyone knew Harry was missing, that had been impossible to hide from the papers for long, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that Dumbledore would want him to step in and take over Harry's part of the prophecy.
When Harry's ghost had appeared to him that night, if that really was what had happened, and told him so he'd had a hard time believing what he'd heard. When he'd awoken the following morning he'd been convinced that he'd dreamed it all and gone down to breakfast shaking his head at his mind's crazy machinations.
Then Dumbledore had sat him down and spoken to him about the prophecy and Neville had started to wonder whether he was still dreaming. He'd done what ghost Harry had told him to do and asked questions, many of which Dumbledore had sidestepped as Dumbledore liked to do and the conversation had ended with Neville saying he'd think about it.
After that he'd been more convinced than ever that something was going on and he needed to find out as much as he could. This was where the Longbottom name really started to help him. Kreacher, the house elf that cared for Grimauld place, hated anyone who either wasn't pure blooded or who he considered a blood traitor. So he hated Dumbledore and the order and really wanted nothing to do with them. When he'd seen Neville refuse to immediately agree with Dumbledore he'd decided that Neville wasn't as much of a blood traitor as the others and since he was a pure blood Kreacher had taken a liking to Neville.
He brought him treats and snacks whenever he wanted them, told him any bits of information he overheard, and best of all he'd shown Neville all the secret passageways that ran through Grimauld place and allowed him to move through the house completely unseen and unheard. He'd been alone in the house for several days, the others having left to do something but not told him what that was, and he'd been bored brainless. He'd done all of his summer homework and then decided to start mapping the secret passageways as a way to occupy his time.
It was this exploration that found him hiding in a secret compartment in Grimauld's large dining room when Dumbledore, Ron, Percy and Arthur came thundering through the doors of Grimauld that night and headed straight for the library where they liked to have their meetings. Not wanting to miss what it was about Neville moved through the walls until he reached the library and waited to hear what was said from behind a large tapestry, which was surprisingly easy to see through.
"Close the door and I'll ward the room, we wouldn't want Mr Longbottom to hear this conversation," Dumbledore said and Neville watched as Arthur closed the door and Dumbledore warded the room, the ward wrapping around behind Neville so he could still hear the conversation.
"Are we secure?" Arthur asked.
"Yes," Dumbledore replied.
"Good."
For a moment there was silence, then Dumbledore exploded. "How could you lose him? After all the trouble we went through to capture him, how could you just lose him?"
"It wasn't our fault, Ginny was the one who started all the trouble," Ron protested.
"So why didn't you shut her up as soon as she started talking about it?" Dumbledore demanded.
"We tried, but she got into the other's heads and we were outnumbered," Percy replied.
"Do you realise the jeopardy our plans are in now? All it will take is one of them to go to the prophet and my position within the ministry will crumble. We have to get to the prophet first and declare them enemies of the ministry."
"But then they will send aurors after them," Arthur protested.
"I fail to see how that's a problem," Dumbledore argued.
"The problem is that you are talking about our family," Arthur argued back. "They're confused and not understanding what's going on properly. We need to talk to them about this, not have them hunted down and imprisoned!"
"And that is exactly what we will tell the prophet," Dumbledore soothed. "That they were fed misinformation and that they are not to be harmed, just brought in peacefully for questioning. It has to be done though, Arthur, you know that, we cannot let them jeopardise all that we've worked so hard to achieve. If we don't do what we set out to do the Dark Lord will never be gone and I will never reach the position I need to attain within the ministry to change the world for the better."
"No, I know," Arthur agreed with a sigh.
"I'll draught a letter to the prophet tonight and we'll send it in a few days if we've not found the others by then," Dumbledore decided. "Agreed?" the other three nodded. "Right let's move on. Mr Longbottom, have any of you managed to talk to him further about being part of our plans?"
"I tried a little before we left, I think he'd just too scared," Ron replied.
"We need him to fight. If we don't have a "Chosen one" to fight for us a lot of our support will vanish. We need to find a way to convince him."
"We could always try the whole 'Your parents fought for us' line, perhaps it will help," Percy suggested.
"Maybe, but I think he's too much of a chicken," Ron said.
"It's true," Arthur agreed. "It's hard to believe he's Alice and Frank's child, he's nothing like them."
"Imagine if we told him the original plans for Harry, I think the boy would wet himself and faint," Percy said and the others chuckled quietly. "Even if he agrees we'll never be able to train him up in time."
"Perhaps not, but the only thing more powerful than a champion is a mater," Dumbledore replied, and Neville had heard enough. He had to get out of here. He had more courage than any of them realised and he'd prove it. The group decided to retire for the night and Neville used the moment Dumbledore un-warded the room to slip out of his hiding place and back into the walls. He called to Kreacher to take him up to his room, threw some clothes in a bag and shrank it down to fit in his pocket before asking Kreacher to get him away from the house.
The elf then asked where Neville wanted him to take him and he suddenly realised he had no idea where to go. He sat on the bed for a moment trying to think of a safe place for the elf to take him, but all the while he was worried that any minute someone was going to come up to his room to check on him or something of the sort. It was when he heard creaking on the floorboards outside his room that he began to really panic. If they came in now and saw him trying to get away he'd never escape them.
Then, as if a switch had flipped in his brain, he remembered something Luna had said to him one day while he was taking a walk with her around the lake. Most people thought she was strange, but Neville really liked her. She didn't talk down to him or condescend him and while other people thought she talked rubbish he knew that she just said things her own way and when you really listened you could follow her words perfectly.
He'd been upset that day about having to go home for the summer and she'd told him he could join them in their holiday house if he wanted. She'd said no one else knew about it so he wouldn't be found, not in so many words but he'd caught her meaning. Where was it that she said it was …? Wales, out in the country side. Wales wasn't that big of a country, surely if he went to wales and asked around enough he'd find it eventually. He'd withdrawn a bit of money from his Gringotts account prior to coming to Grimauld place in case he needed anything while he was there, or in case he wasn't back in time to buy his school books. That money should help him find food and shelter, at least for a few days.
With his decision made he asked Kreacher to take him to an area in country Wales where there would be places for him to stay. He knew Luna and her father had disappeared, some of the order had been talking about it earlier in the holidays, he could only hope that they'd gone to the house in Wales and that he'd find them there, otherwise he had no idea what he was going to do.
XX
Poor Neville, Dumbles and the others are so mean! So we've had our reunion and Harry and Tom are finally together, yay! What did we think? For those hoping the pair would immediately jump in to bed that is just completely unrealistic and isn't going to happen, sorry. They'll get there in their own time. Next chapter will see Harry reunited with the rest of the inner circle as well as a bit more of Neville and the others. Keep the reviews and comments coming, I really do love them.
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