Summary: Framed for murder, Harry finds himself sentenced to Azkaban, as the wizarding world believes themselves rid of Voldemort forever. Only Harry knows the truth, but no one will believe him. Betrayed by friends, Harry finds out his true heritage, and disappears upon his release. After restarting his life in a completely new setting, he finds out that his past has no intention of leaving him alone.

Disclaimer: I'm sure you all know it by now… None of the characters you recognise are mine. Simple as that.

Note: I have a couple of errors, thanks to those who pointed them out, but as stupid as it makes me feel, I cannot change them and keep the story as it is . so you will have to bear with my stupidity xP or just not look for them. As they say, ignorance is bliss.

Also, sorry if this has odd spacing. When I uploaded it the spacing was weird and I had to fix it myself. Hopefully I didn't make any mistakes!

Previously

Remus immediately rolled onto his back, baring his stomach and neck in submission. This wolf was stronger than him. This wolf was alpha.

Said alpha wolf growled his acceptance, and Remus glanced up at the large wolf. Starting from the massive paws to the long silken fur, giving off silver glints in the bright moonlight. Long fangs glinted in warning, but what truly stopped him in his tracks was when he glanced up into those eyes. Those silver-flecked emerald green eyes.

Chapter 14: Wolf Lost, Wolf Gained

"Are you sure?" his voice was solemn, almost sad. Silver-flecked green eyes stared into the fathomless orbs of the great silver wolf in front of him.
An elegant maw dipped in acknowledgement, eyes never leaving his own. "You will have no need of me, where you are going. He needs me much more than you do. Fear not, young one," the large creature stepped forward, its cold nose pressing into his hand gently, "I will take care of him. I will show him what he is meant to be."

Wolf nodded. "I know you will. I will miss you. But I suppose," a slight quirk of his lips, then "this is not goodbye. I will most definitely see you again, my friend".

"One last run, and together, we will howl to the moon and the stars."

"Yes," Wolf agreed. "One last time."

One last time.

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Remus' tongue hung limply from his gaping mouth as he bounded after the large silver wolf ahead of him. Remus was no weakling, but this strange Alpha seemed… otherworldly. Although, that said, anything was possible in
the world of magic.

The night was slowly fading, their steps taking them far from the Forbidden Forest from whence they had started. And the whole time, Remus had been in control. He had not taken the Wolfsbane potion, having forgotten to in his worry about Tonks, but ever since this wolf of silver pelt had arrived, he had been in control. Either that, or it was the fact that he actually longed to run with the Alpha, to be a wolf instead of human. He was not too sure what it was, but it was most certainly a blessing. He knew that should they come across a human, that he would feel no real urge to attack.

When they finally slowed down, Remus was thankful. He had no idea where they were, but the trees were thinning slightly, and the sky was slowly becoming visible. Bright stars twinkled, the occasional flash of a shooting star would momentarily leave its trail behind. There was no civilisation around, as they slowed to a trot, then a slow walk. Remus watched the Alpha, confused. Why were they stopping? What was there to see here? The night was beautiful, but…

They stepped past the final few trees, and onto what appeared to be a large cliff. It overlooked a large channel of water. The silver wolf padded forward, then sat on its haunches as it peered into the sky. The sky was slowly lightening, the stars slowly fading. Remus shivered slightly as he felt his time as a wolf ending. The full moon that glared down upon them, lighting their pathways, was slowly but surely dimming.

Wolf stared up at the sky, before turning to Remus. Then his form began to shimmer as it changed, fur receding into long silver hair, claws retracting, canines disappearing, and he stood before Remus as a man. He could sense Remus' astounded gaze on him, as he took a few steps towards the werewolf. He paused, glancing up at the sky once more. "The dog star, Sirius," he murmured softly, knowing that Remus' sensitive ears would pick it up. Sure enough, Remus' ears jerked forward, his whole body more intent on Wolf's words. "It twinkles ever brightly, smiling down on us, doesn't it," Wolf smiled slightly. "It is very forgiving, don't you think?" He
tilted his head slightly, glancing at Remus, who was wearing a rather shocked expression. "Such a friendly, forgiving dog… loyal, loving, protective… and he truly hates to see others in pain, would you not agree?"

Remus was staring at Wolf, eyes wide, jaw dropped. He was so surprised that he forgot about his transformation until the first wave of pain hit his still form. He gasped in pain, writhing slightly as he felt the all-too familiar crack of bones shifting. Wimpering, he clawed at his arms until he felt a cool hand rest on his shoulder.

"Relax, Blessed of the Moon, do not fight it, accept it. It is your gift, and not your curse." The silver-haired man's deep voice rolled over Remus in waves of comfort, easing back the pain of his predicament.

It was a few more minutes before Remus could speak again, panting heavily from his sprawled position on the cold, slightly mossy ground. "You are…" he paused as his gasps began to subside, "Wolf…" He stared up at the man inquiringly. "Why… how…" His mind played over the words about Sirius. Was the man serious, or was he mocking him? His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "How do you know about Sirius? If you're trying to hurt me, it won't work," he turned his face away as he sat up slowly, watching Wolf out of his
peripheral vision.

"Sirius…" The Wolf replied, a distant look on his face, until he blinked out of his reverie. "I would not taint his name by using it for pain. No. I know your pain. I simply thought that it would be good to remind you that he'll always be with you, so long as you remember him," the corner of his mouth turned up slightly into what could be classified as a smile, "as clichéd as that sounds…" He cocked his head to the side, intent on Remus'
reaction.

"I – you – " Remus stuttered slightly, eyes wide. This man… he knew… he knew so much! And his scent… the underlying scent was one that he would never forget. Tied in with the man's knowledge, surely, he could be none other than – "Harry". His voice was hoarse, the name barely audible as a choked whisper, but the man seemed to catch it anyway.

"You always were the smart one, weren't you, Professor Lupin" Wolf smiled, jaded orbs slightly distant, reminiscing times long gone. He then blinked, eyes snapping back to Remus' face. "It's been a while," he said softly, his gaze softening momentarily.

"But – how – you – " Remus stuttered, unable to properly form a coherent sentence, shock overweighing sense. His eyes stung, and his throat was so tight that he could barely swallow. He stared at the tall figure for a few more seconds, before shifting his position so that he was kneeling, head lowered. "Forgive me," he said quietly, unable to look Harry in the face.

There was a long stretch of silence, and Remus had begun to fear that Wolf had no intentions of speaking to him, when the Shadow Elf's soothing voice reached his ears.

"You are not a dog, Remus, you have no need for a collar and leash. You are a wolf, wild and free, and yet you heel and attack when commanded. Why do you do this to yourself, Remus, why do you degrade yourself to this extent?" There was a hint of sorrow in Wolf's voice, mellowing the words that would otherwise be cutting.
Remus shook his head. "No, I-" he stopped, brows pulled together as he looked away. "I am a werewolf," he muttered, "of what am I to be proud?"

"Of what are you to be ashamed?" countered Wolf, staring avidly at the swirling emotions in the other's eyes. "Do you think it is shameful to be a werewolf? That it is a crime, a fault?" his statement was proved at Remus' silence. "Well, you are mistaken," he growled, as he grabbed Remus' chin with his thumb and index, bringing their faces to a mere few inches apart.

"Why do you not see that?" he breathed softly, sadly, searching the werewolf's face for a sign of acceptance. He sought in vain. With a slight flick of his arm, he sent Remus stumbling back, fighting for balance.
Remus glanced away, not willing to look at the distance between them.

"Remus…" Wolf's voice was impassive and Remus forced down a shudder. Harry had never spoken like that, but then, he hadn't seen Harry in years. And now, Harry was no longer here – Harry was now Wolf, and Remus did not know what kind of person Wolf was. It felt as if he had lost his last connection with what used to be his joys in life – the marauders.

Remus closed his eyes, feeling the familiar tingle in his nose and lump in his throat, signalling the coming of tears. This was it. From now on, he would be by himself. From now on –

"You are not alone," Wolf's words reached his ears in a breathy whisper, as strong arms wrapped around the werewolf's torso, drawing Remus to the firm body of the Shadow Elf in a tight embrace. "You have never been alone," Harry rested his chin on Remus' shoulder, "and you will never be alone. I swear it, Remus – I will never abandon you… Moony." There was a slight hitch in his otherwise calm voice, betraying his nonchalant exterior.

Remus' ambered eyes widened, his mind whirring before the action fully registered in his brain. "H-Harry!" he whispered, before letting the dam pent of emotions break loose. Shudders rippled through his body, stronger with each sob. He clenched his teeth together, grinding desperately, but sound still escaped, whimpering cries that forcefully escaped the enclosed lips. His arms came up, fingers digging into the folds of Wolf's clothing, pulling them closer together.

"Moony, you're allowed to, you know," whispered Harry softly, as he stroked the werewolf's hair. "You're allowed to cry."

Remus glanced up through a tear-hazed view, and found himself caught in his former student's gaze. Something within him shivered in anticipation. There was something there. Something primal, something was calling out to him. He found himself unconsciously leaning forward, seeking more, seeking answers.

Wolf smiled almost sadly as he moved his hands to the sides of Remus' head. "I leave him in your care," he murmured, though to which of the two he was speaking was unknown.

Remus' eyes widened as he felt Harry's gaze turn amber for a moment and tried to jerk back, but found himself stuck. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Amber eyes flickered, then returned to their original silver-green, but Remus could hear a howl echoing in his ears. Something within him stirred, eager to reply. His head felt heavy, and had it not been for Harry's hands supporting his head, he would have let it drop back. His vision swam as his mind felt an overload of – well, something. He couldn't explain it. It was like something had invaded his mind, or had lodged itself in his soul. For a moment he felt a flash of fear. What had Harry done? Was this his punishment? Was this –

"Don't be stupid" the words rang in his head, cutting off that train of thought. "I promised him I'd take care of you, you foolish wolf." A rattle of a chain and the snapping of metal, "I will show you what it truly means to be a wolf."

He felt a burst of pure joy from his heart, and a howl so free, so pure that it brought tears to his eyes. It was only when he had to stop to take a breath that he realized that it was he who was howling.

With bright eyes he looked up at Wolf and smiled. No words were needed.

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Fleur hurriedly untied the letter from the exhausted owl's leg, allowing the owl to hop over to the stand of water and owl pellets while she opened the letter in anticipation. It had been more than a year and a half since Remus had moved with Tonks to Canada. This was the second letter she had received from them, and she was more than eager to read it.

Dear Fleur and Bill,

I know that this is short once again, but I have no choice. I cannot afford
to send a longer letter with too much information. However, I do wish to
assure you that the Nymph and I have settled down and are happy. We wish you
the best. Should you have any worries about our storm-headed friend, do not
fear to cry wolf.

Yours sincerely and with love,

Moony

A small smile curved her supple lips as she folded the letter along its creases, placing it on the desk to show Bill later.

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Wolf sheathed his sword, panting heavily and shifting uncomfortably in his dampened clothes, while Shinta stood opposed to him, smiling calmly, seemingly unfazed.

"More practice" said the asian man, a hint of amusement playing in his
eyes.

Wolf merely grunted, then bowed. They headed to the showers, one exhausted, one amused.

"And keep your weight forward," Shinta said thoughtfully, an after comment – or a parting shot – as they split ways to the separate shower
stalls.

Wolf growled, but said nothing, shrugging out of his clothes and stepping with relief under the warm cascading water. His tired muscles hummed with pleasure as he soothed them, plunging his head under the torrent of heat, eyes closed in relaxation. One by one he felt his muscles relax, his body unwinding from his strenuous workout, though the endorphins still ran through his veins. Then his eyes widened and he jerked to the side, a rather undignified yelp escaping his lips, as a dagger buried itself in the wall
beside his head.

"Always stay on your guard, baka!" came the Japanese man's voice from the
next stall.

Wolf's fist banged with a rattling thump on the wall separating the two. "Shinta!" he growled, glaring at his unseen friend. He heard a chuckle – or was it a snicker? – as the stall beside him opened, and Shinta left the bathroom, with – unknown to Wolf – a slight smirk adorning his face.

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Wolf sighed as he quickly tied his hair into a low tail at the nape of his neck, glancing about warily in case Shinta decided to continue with his antics, before heading towards the dining area of their safe house. Upon arrival, he found himself with an armful of Angel, who was giggling.

"Daddy got… Daddy got owned" she laughed, throwing her arms around his neck.

Wolf stared at her in shock. Where had she picked up that sort of language? And just where had she – his eyes landed on Shinta, who was innocently talking to Naomi. His eyes narrowed and he growled, the vibrations in his chest provoking further giggles from the girl in his arms.

And as if the Gods had further decided to poke fun at him, Naomi glanced up from her conversation with the source of his ire, and laughed.

At this, he deflated and sighed dejectedly. "Alright, alright," he grumbled, adjusting his daughter in his arms as he approached the large communal dining table. "Pick on Wolf day, is it," he settled down in one of the chairs, before glancing wryly at Shinta, who merely smiled. He sighed and shook his head. "Any mail?" he questioned, before accepting the letter that Naomi passed to him.

"It's from Sempath," she said, smiling slightly.

Wolf nodded, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Sempath had gone to university in Canada half a year ago, with promises of visits whenever she could.

He scanned the letter quickly. " She's coming," he murmured, partly to himself, though he felt Angel perk up at this, "for two weeks, with Styx." He smiled at Angels cry of joy. Styx was a fairly new member who had joined in Canada, and who – coincidentally – went to McGill along with Sempath. He had not met her, but Sempath was known for her good judgement.

"When is she gonna come, Daddy?" Angel questioned eagerly, bouncing slightly on his lap.

Wolf glanced again at the letter, eyes falling on the time and date of their arrival, and then towards the large clock hanging rather dejectedly on the wall. "Just about – " He was cut off as a sudden swell of magic alerted his senses, and then two thumps, one beside him, and one that was less fortunate, landing in a spray of limbs on the – luckily empty - chair next to him. " – now." A quirk of his lips brought a smirk to his face, as he studied the figure sprawled out beside him. He transferred his gaze to the figure standing serenely in between himself and the now – occupied chair. He tilted his head slightly. "Styx, is it?" He said politely, observing her closely.

She nodded and smiled, a toothy grin. "Indeed it is, Wolf. Sempath has told me much about you, but she did not quite manage to do justice with her descriptions. It is a pleasure, Master of the Shadows." And with that she bowed low – too low.

Ignoring a snort that came from Shinta's direction, he shook his head. "I cannot say that I condone such behaviour, Styx," he murmured, eyes resting on her head as it jerked up, eyes wide and slightly fearful. "After all, there is no value in someone who spends all of her time grovelling on the floor. Stand up, Styx. You are not a servant."

She straightened slowly, eyes still wide and almost disbelieving, before slowly curling her lips upwards in a smile. "Thank you," a simple, straightforward and honest reply. And that was all he wanted.

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She stared critically at her reflection, squinting slightly in the dim light. Long black hair and tanned skin was reflected, startlingly blue eyes staring back, scrutinizing. She gave a nervous glance towards the window, before applying the last touch of makeup. She would not use magic to change her appearance; there was too much risk, should someone manage to see through the glamour.

Packing away her cosmetics as quickly as she could, she felt her heart rate accelerate. Should they find her – should they find out – she wasn't too sure what she would do, or even be able to do.

Shaking her head, she stuffed the last of her items into the magically enhanced bag. But as her hand reached for the drawstring, she froze, a cold sensation flooding her veins. Her breath froze. A cold hand was gripping her heart, and she had to force herself to breathe again. She could hear the telltalepops of apparition outside, and voices. Her hand shook. Wide eyes stared at the curtained window. It couldn't be. They'd found her. But how? It was them. That she knew. And she knew what they would do if they managed to capture her.

Her chest heaved, accommodating her suddenly racing heart. She lay a hand over her breast, and took a deep breath. She couldn't panic – she had prepared for this. Firming her hand, she closed the bag and tied it tightly, before turning to the room.

Evidence. She had to destroy the evidence. Grabbing the napkin with the logo of the wolf and the address, she stuffed it in her jacket pocket. Then, trembling slightly, she withdrew her wand and pointed it first at the desk, the dresser, and finally the bed, each with a mutter of incendio.

Coughing slightly as she covered her nose and mouth with her sleeve, blinking away tears from the smoke, she headed towards the door, stepping into the hall with a relieved sigh. Glancing back at the now – blazing room, she took a deep breath and turned, hand retrieving her wand from her pocket. Yet as her body moved, she found herself staring at the chest of a tall, dark-skinned man. Her face paled as she took in the blue robes that marked the man as an Auror of the British Ministry of Magic. A split second glance up at his face told her all she needed to know. They had found her.

"Shi –" was all she got out before she found herself pinned against the wall, her wrist twisted painfully as the larger man forced her to drop her wand. A gasp escaped her lips as the man loomed over her, a leer set on his face.

"Did you really think that you could escape us?" He sneered, his grip tightening on her wrist. Any more pressure and she was sure that it would snap like a twig.

She could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and voices – lots of voices. Her breath speeding up, she glanced up at the Auror with wide eyes, before doing the only thing she could think of – she brought her knee up in between his legs. Hard.

The large man doubled over, his grip faltering as he instinctively jerked his arms downwards towards his abused groin. That slip was all she needed. Wrenching her arms out from his grasp, she brought her arm back, before punching him in the nose with a sickening crack. He fell back from the force of the blow, one hand reaching up to clutch at his face, blood streaming down his broken nose.

His eyes held a strange glint as he snarled at her. "You bitch" his voice was low and gravely, and would have been more intimidating had he been able to properly pronounce the words. But before he could react properly, she was off with a whirl of her cloak. Her wand was beside him, and there was no way she could reach it before him. So instead, she took off down the hall, escaping through the fire exit. She could hear angered shouts from behind her even as the door automatically slammed shut.

"Follow her-"

"She went that way-"

"Shacklebolt! What-"

"Don't question – just go, you fools!"

The voices faded momentarily as she hurried down the winding stairs, eager to get a head start. All too soon the door above her burst open, and the Aurors poured down the staircase in her wake. Quickly breaking into a full sprint as she stepped off the last of the stairs, she turned into one of the alleyways. She had to make it there. It was fairly close. All she had to do was lose her pursuers.

She cursed and veered right as a spell whizzed past her, alarmingly close to her head. A few more blocks and she would be there. They were heading towards the centre of the town – and it showed. A few people could be seen wandering the streets, though they certainly seemed to have no inclination of involving themselves in her business, as the stopped and stared as she ran past them, breath coming out in desperate pants. Her lungs burned and she felt a little bit dizzy. A nauseous feeling rose, but she pushed it out of her mind. After all, it held little importance in comparison to the Aurors hot on her tail.

She cried out in pain as a stinging hex hit her arm, cradling it to her chest, but did not stop – could not stop. She had one more block left – no, half a block. And finally – there. She could see the bouncers standing imposingly at the doorway, silently observing her flight.

Another spell hit her leg just as she reached the door and she cried out in pain, collapsing in front of the two guards. One retreated inside, and the other stepped out, facing the oncoming Aurors. Though he did nothing to aid her, his movements were enough to make the Aurors hesitate. The bouncer was indeed impressive. Tall and extremely muscled, he stood imposingly between the predators and their prey.

She attempted to move, but a searing pain in her leg prevented her from any hope of escape. The only thing she could do was wait and pray that the bouncer would not change his mind. A whimper escaped her lips as she closed her eyes against the white-hot pain of the shattered bones in her leg.

"Do not try and move," came a cold voice from behind her, startling her enough that she felt her neck crack slightly from the strain.

She found herself staring up at a tall silver-haired man with a face that seemed to be carved of ice. "Wolf," she breathed in relief, "please, I seek your aid – your sanctuary, please, I – I –" she cut off as he raised his hand, a gesture for silence.

"We will discuss this later," he replied, voice like frozen wind. Stepping past her, he approached the aurors, revealing Sempath, Styx and Naomi who moved to stand beside the fallen woman. "For now," his gaze focused on the auror who was clutching his bleeding face, "I will be patient and I will listen to your reasons. Why do you attack her, outnumber her and pay no heed to my territory, Kingsley Shacklebolt, auror and member of the Order of the Phoenix? Surely you have more honour than that?"

The dark man sneered, an odd light in his eyes. "She is a traitor. You will regret harbouring her! Give her to us and I will not press charges against you for aiding a criminal!"

"Leave, Shacklebolt, and you will not be harmed. You get one warning. Do not press my patience" cold eyes narrowed in warning, stance imposing, dangerous.

The Auror's eyes swept over the Dark Elf, then those who stood behind him, lingering slightly, before snapping back to the man in front. "You will regret this," he snarled, before turning to the Aurors behind him. "Retreat for now," he growled.

"But S-" one of the younger Aurors protested, before behind elbowed by his companion. He gulped and nodded. "Yes, Sir!" he said, followed by the rest of the squad. They disappeared with sharp cracks, leaving Wolf facing an empty street.

Wolf stepped forward, sniffing slightly, eyes narrowed, focusing on the spot where the Aurors had previously stood. He reached out with his hand, chanting softly under his breath. At first it was only a couple of spots, but eventually almost a dozen small circle-shaped streams of blue light lit up the darkened street. For a moment nothing happened as Wolf stopped chanting, but when he suddenly clenched his fist tightly and swept it to the side, the spirals of light turned black, before vanishing suddenly as if they had never even been there in the first place.

Wolf turned to face the others. "The will not reappear for some time," he smirked slightly, the cold glint never quite leaving his eyes.

Styx stared in shock, before turning to Sempath. "Wh-what did he do?" she demanded, eyes wide.

Sempath looked at Styx curiously, as though wondering why she was so shocked. "He made sure that they won't be able to apparate here. But don't worry, everyone else can. He just singled them out." A curvature of the lips, "don't worry, he only does that to those he does not trust. He trusts you, 'cause I trust you. Don't worry about it!"

Styx stared at Sempath for a few moments longer before nodding hesitantly. "If – if you say so. I trust you too, Sempath" a slight quirk of the lips seemed to form them into a smirk, but it was gone quickly and Sempath was sure that she had been imagining it. "More importantly," Styx's eyes narrowed as she focused on the fallen woman on the street, who was also staring at Wolf in awe, "what do we do with her?"

At this the woman seemed to snap out of her daze, though not without a slight wince. All at once she began to babble, a desperate tone coating her voice, eyes slightly wild as she gazed up at the imposing silver-haired man. "Th-thank you for saving me! Please, please don't hurt me! I – I'm escaping the Dark Lord's service! I used to follow him, but I don't anymore! I swear! I – I have information! Important information that you should know. If you're going to kill me, at least let me give it to you before you do. But really, I swear, I don't follow him anymore, I want to join you! I'll do anything! Anything, I swear! Just ask me and it will be done, I give you my word! I – please!" she gasped in pain as she tried to move, but her injuries reminded her why she was on the ground in the first place. She glanced down at her leg, whimpering slightly in pain.

"I told you not to move," his cold voice sounded much closer to her than before.

Her head jerked around and she found herself face-to-face with Wolf, his cold eyes boring into hers, so intense that she swore he could read her soul, if he wanted to.

"What's your name?" he queried, his gaze never wavering.

"H-Hei. My name is Hei," she said distantly, unable to break away from his bottomless eyes. She noticed his eyes narrow minutely and let out a soft breath of relief as he stood up abruptly, severing contact between their eyes.

"Naomi," he said, and his soul mate stepped forward, her head tilted in question. "Heal her. Give her one of the spare rooms. For now she'll work with you." His eyes drifted back to Hei, who stared back in shock. "Do not disappoint me, after giving me such a name," he turned and strode through the door, back into the club.

She shivered at his voice, unable to rid herself of the fear that managed to worm its way into her mind at the promise that lay in his voice, should she fail to please him.

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Violent shudders wracked the man's body, slight grunts of pain issuing from his mouth as his body changed, bones snapping, realigning, skin stretching, eyes readjusting. It was over soon, and he smirked, cold eyes turning towards the large set of double doors that loomed over him ominously. Reaching for one of the serpentine handles, he pulled it open smoothly, and striding in confidently. His head was kept lowered, eyes rising no higher than to the feet of the great man who stood before him. Once he reached five feet of the stairs leading up to the throne, he bent down, bowing low before his almighty Lord and Master. "Master, I have brought good news," he spoke calmly, though he could not keep a slight hint of glee from his voice.

"Oh? Do go on, my servant," the cold, serpentine voice sent chills down his spine, of both fear and anticipation.

"My Lord, she is in."

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Author's Note: I am truly sorry that this took so incredibly long to come out! I've had it partially typed since… well, a couple of weeks after I posted the previous chapter. However, personal and school matters severely hindered my updating process. I tried to make this a bit longer, but it's not much better, I'm afraid. Still, I hope you enjoyed it!

I will try and update a LOT faster, but I also have a lot of schoolwork (AKA a 5-page essay to write every other week), so it might be a bit slow still, but I will do my best!! I promise! And as I have said before, I WILL NOT ABANDON THIS STORY! Even I it takes me years, I will finish it! I already have it planned out J I just need to get it down!

Just a shout-out to all of those who reviewed, whether it was right after I had posted the chapter till very recently, THANK YOU! You kept me going! Because I kept receiving reviews, I got more motivation to update! I am more grateful than you will ever realize!