A/N: Here's the next chapter! I apologise in advance, it might be a little bit slightly boring, but I promise it's all leading up to the good stuff! Enjoy!

Chapter 20-Disputes

Arthur and Merlin strode on in silence, neither looking at each other. Arthur was still reeling with shock after what he had just seen. That skinny boy that used to be his manservant, wielding so much power...it was beyond belief. He had seen some of Merlin's past deeds in those memories Mordred had shown him, but this was different. He had actually seen it this time, he had seen the bright lights illuminating the forest, he had felt the searing heat of the magic, he had heard the whooshing of the spells as they flew past him. He had seen the fierce look in Merlin's eyes, how they glowed golden, making his face almost alien, his unhesitating manner. Merlin had never exactly been eloquent in speech, he was bumbling, stammering and quite idiotic sometimes, but during that confrontation he had been like a different man. He had sounded like some fierce warrior, sure of himself, some noble leader, not the simple servant he had been. Arthur almost didn't recognise him, he hadn't realised the sheer power Merlin had kept concealed. To be honest, it frightened him a little.

This fear was at once allayed when Merlin suddenly stumbled over a tree root and almost fell over flat on his face beside him. Typical clumsy Merlin. It had taken him a while to see it, but despite the magic he possessed, he truly was the same person he had always been. He couldn't believe how stupid he had been, how blind.

No doubt whatsoever remained in him now, even if there had been, Merlin's passionate words to Byrne would have gotten rid of them. Merlin had stuck up for Camelot and Arthur so defiantly, so bravely, there was no way he could ever betray them now.

Arthur was still astounded at how forgiving Merlin was. How could he, after everything that had happened to him, still be willing to help Camelot? How could any of them? He knew a little of what they had suffered, it amazed him that anyone on earth could be like that. He had grown up with a father who had held grievances and grudges all his life. His father had always told him Druids were harsh unforgiving people with no compassion or goodness in their hearts. He had believed that. It was only now he realised how wrong he was. There had never been no one in Camelot who was as pure and good to be as forgiving as these people. Well, perhaps Gwen.

Arthur sighed as he thought of her. His father had been responsible for her own father's death, yet she held no resentment, she still served Camelot as loyally as she ever had. At least he thought she did, after Merlin's "unveiling"nothing would surprise him. He hastily chastised himself for thinking such thoughts, of course Gwen wasn't a sorceress, the whole idea was ridiculous. Ah, but that's what you thought about Merlin wasn't it? A little voice in the back of his mind told him. He shook his head quickly trying to rid himself of the idea. Gwen wasn't a sorceress, he knew that. There had always been something slightly odd about Merlin, he supposed if he had been slightly more observant he would have worked it out, but with Gwen, everything was different. He would never admit it to Merlin, but he truly did love her. He just knew it, there was no doubts. He felt terrified as he realised she was now in Camelot facing that danger Byrne posed. It hurt him physically to think of her coming to any harm. If anything ever happened to her...he hadn't even said goodbye properly...

He heard Merlin make a strange noise, as though he had hastily stifled a snigger. He was alarmed a little. Could sorcerers read minds? Nothing would surprise him from Merlin, particularly after what he had just seen. But no, Merlin wasn't reading his thoughts, he wouldn't stoop that low. Or would he?

You're just being ridiculous now, he told himself. He was now in such an alien and different world that the one he had known in Camelot he was just being paranoid, he hated not knowing everything about what he was dealing with.

Just as he was decided that Merlin was not reading his mind, Merlin coughed and said with a slightly amused tone in his voice:

"You really do think the strangest things, don't you Arthur?"

Arthur stuttered in panic. He was reading his thoughts. How on earth could he do that? What had he heard? Why was he doing it?

He turned around to face him quickly in shock, trying to think of some excuse, trying to at least make some sort of a sound. He couldn't believe it! What a git! Reading his private thoughts!

The he suddenly realised, Merlin could hear everything he was thinking. Then he started to panic again.

Merlin suddenly burst out laughing.

"You really must have been thinking of something dirty to make you panic like that. Something very embarrassing I should think."

Arthur then felt rage creeping inside of him.

"You can't read my thoughts then?"

Merlin shook his head, still shaking from laughter.

Arthur sighed exasperatedly. Couldn't he ever take anything seriously?

Merlin finally ceased his laughter.

"What were you thinking of then? I thought I'd scare you a little bit, you looked seriously distracted. Thought I'd have a laugh, making you think I was eavesdropping, honestly, you were thinking so hard you looked like a constipated chicken!"

Arthur stammered.

"A constipated chicken? You really need to work on your insults Merlin!"

Merlin shrugged.

"Had an effect though didn't it?"

Arthur scowled. What an idiot.

"Hey, I am not an idiot!"

Arthur looked round at him again.

"Wh-what? I thought y-you couldn't read my thoughts!"

Merlin laughed again.

"Doesn't take a genius to work out what you were thinking."

"Evidently."

Arthur remained silent. Everything was just a big joke to Merlin. He wasn't too annoyed though, Merlin had at least distracted him from what had been troubling him, he always had a way of doing that.

"So, what were you thinking about then. Dear little Gwen?"

Arthur wasn't exactly going to tell Merlin he had actually got it spot on for a change, he didn't think he could take the relentless teasing. He also didn't think he should tell him about how he had been pondering over how amazing Merlin's magic had been, he didn't want him getting a big head, although grudgingly Arthur realised after everything he had done it was probably well deserved. Instead he answered with something else he had been thinking about.

He hesitated, before asking:

"Why did you refuse Byrne's offer Merlin?"

Merlin looked around at him in surprise.

"I would have thought that was obvious."

Arthur was confused.

"Why?"

"Well, surely you don't want to become Byrne's puppet,do you?"

"No no, of course I don't," Arthur agreed hastily. "I'm not criticising your decision, I think you did the right thing,but...I'm just wondering. I tried to see it from your prospect. By accepting his offer, you would, in a way, be fulfilling your destiny wouldn't you? I mean, it wouldn't exactly be the most desirable of things, but, we'd both be alive, magic would be brought back, surely that's what you want?"

Merlin sighed, and looked down at the ground.

"It is Arthur, but at what price would it come? I would have to sacrifice hundreds of innocent lives for that to happen, and, well, I'd rather risk death than let that come to pass."

"You would rather die, to save all those people?"

Merlin looked up at him, his blue eyes piercing him as never before.

"Wouldn't you Arthur?"

Arthur thought for a moment. He could see how Byrne's offer would have been tempting for Merlin, but, he could also see why he had refused it. Merlin could never condone the deaths of so many people while he benefited, this was Merlin, the bloke that couldn't even stand a deer getting killed on a hunting trip.

Arthur thought some more, and concluded Merlin was right; he too would rather have died than allow so many to be killed. There wasn't even a certainty he would be killed, there was still a chance, however small, that he would survive. He could never live with himself if he was forced to be a puppet in Byrne's little games, after all of his people had suffered, that he would still live. He knew he couldn't have stood it.

"Yes, I would."

Merlin nodded, and turned back away.

He spoke after a minute, so quietly Merlin almost couldn't hear it.

"I was tempted you know."

Arthur looked at him.

"You were tempted to give up all the lives of those people?"

Merlin spoke hastily.

"Only for a split second though. I was just thinking...I knew I had to keep you alive, I knew magic had to come back, it's all in the prophecies, I just thought, maybe that's the way it was supposed to be, maybe that's what my destiny ultimately means. There was never any mention in the prophecies about you only doing what you were told, or that all those who weren't magical would be killed. I honestly thought, just for a moment, that's what the prophecies had meant."

Arthur considered this, although not liking it, he had to admit, the scenario offered had fitted with what Merlin called his "destiny."

"What made you change your mind?"

Merlin was silent for a moment.

"I reckoned, even if that option would make sure you were alive and all that, the deaths of all those people wouldn't have been worth it. There was not enough good to weigh out the bad. I thought, I'm sick of living my life according to some old prophecy made hundreds of years before I was born, I don't want it to rule my life. I mean, what's the point in living if everything's already pre-ordained? It means everything that happens, every decision we make isn't actually real, it isn't our own, we're not really living, like...life's a stage and we're just acting out a play. There's no meaning to it. At first, I only really tried to keep you alive because the dragon had told me it was my destiny and it was what I was supposed to do, but now, it's different, I do it because it's what I want to do. I've actually become quite attached to you Arthur, it would be rather annoying if you died, particularly after all the hard work I've put in trying to keep you alive. I won't sacrifice those people just because some old prophecy might tell me to. I won't give in to it, I'll fight, try to defeat Byrne, we might win yet, we could still defeat him. And if we don't, well, at least we never gave in, we never gave up on this people. We'll die fighting."

Arthur listened in wonder, this was probably the most philosophical thing he had ever heard Merlin say. And it actually made sense. It seemed he had a lot to learn about Merlin, just when he thought there was nothing left to know, Merlin never failed to surprise him.

Merlin smiled.

"And besides, I couldn't bare giving my magic to Byrne, imagine what he'd do with it! I wouldn't want my good name tarnished."

Arthur scoffed.

"What good name? Everyone in Camelot thinks you're some evil plotting sorcerer!"

"Who said anything about Camelot? I'm quite famous among the Druids you know. They all admire and respect me."

Merlin's voice had a little bit of arrogance about it now.

Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Well that just shows their level of intelligence."

"You're just jealous because you're not the centre of attention here like you are in Camelot. And anyway, not everyone in Camelot thinks I'm evil! I distinctly remember my execution, tears everywhere! It was nice to know I'm appreciated somewhere. I remember you were very vocal."

Arthur groaned.

"Don't bring that up again Merlin, I already feel bad enough without you reminding me how stupid I was."

"You actually admit you were stupid? I think that's a first!"

"Don't get arrogant Merlin, it doesn't suit you."

"No, I think that's better left to you."

Arthur opened his mouth for some angry retort but was cut across by Merlin.

"Look, the Druids! We have to go and tell them!"

He ran off towards the procession just visible through the trees, his ungainly limbs flailing around everywhere.

Arthur shook his head. Merlin would never act seriously.

Fyrmest listened gravely as Merlin related everything that had happened to him. He made no move to interrupt him, save making occasional sighs, looking years older than he actually was.

When Merlin had finished, he turned to the other Elders, who looked as equally grave as himself. They all seemed to have given up.

Except of course, Morgana.

"Well? What are you waiting for? We need to get to Camelot! We don't have much time!"

Fyrmest sighed again, running a hand over his face.

"We don't have any time Morgana. I estimate Byrne's forces will already be at Camelot by sunrise at the latest."

"All the more reason to hurry up then!"

"Morgana," Brim spoke as though trying to console a child. "Even if we were all to race to Camelot on the fastest horses we wouldn't get there before sunset on the third day. It would be pointless trying to do so."

Morgana looked as though she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Pointless? We still have to try Brim! It's pointless trying to give up! Even if we arrive after the army we can still help! Camelot has it's own forces, they can hold them off until we get there!"

Brim shook his head.

"Camelot's armies have no chance. Against Cendred's armies alone, perhaps, but against sorcerers...they will be annihilated."

"Then what are we to do? Wait here and hope for the best?"

Morgana looked positively frightening now, her new war paint and battle clothes all contributed to a fierce appearance. Merlin privately thought Cendred's armies stood no chance against her.

He had to agree with Brim though, he could see his point. How were they all to get there? If they walked they would be many days behind, and arrive in no condition to fight. It seemed hopeless.

He suddenly remembered Arthur standing next to him, looking baffled at the silent one-sided conversation Brim and Morgana were having. He relayed what was happening to Arthur via a mind communication, he definitely would have to teach Arthur how to pick up on these conversations himself, even the non-magical could do it with a bit of training. It required next to no magic, more a stillness of mind, and an awareness of what was going on around you. Then again, maybe Arthur wouldn't be able to do it, it did require a lot of patience after all...

He was brought out of this contemplation by Arthur's voice.

"Why can't you all use magic to get there? I know Merlin can do it."

Fyrmest waved his hand.

"Emrys' power is exceptional, there are few among us who can Transport, and even fewer who can take others with them. Our army would number at about seven."

Merlin sighed. It would take too long to try and Transport everyone there, and would require too much magical energy. It would be like trying to move a boulder with just a twig.

Arthur looked flummoxed. No one seemed to have any suggestions.

Arthur then spoke, after around five minutes of silence.

"Seven would be better than nothing. They could try and hold off Byrne's sorcerers until the rest could get there."

Fyrmest shook his head.

"Seven tired sorcerers against fifty fully rested ones? It cannot be attempted. And it is such a far distance, few even attempt it."

"Couldn't the journey be broken up into smaller-"

"No. I think perhaps that may be what Byrne is doing, most of his own sorcerers can Transport and they would likely be taking groups of men small distances at a time. But even several sorcerers cannot take the men in one go. We have less Transport-able sorcerers and further to go, they would be too exhausted and unable to fight."

"It's still better than waiting here! We'll be closer at least!" Morgana's eyes flashed dangerously.

Lyft spoke:

"What good would that do? We'd still have a huge journey ahead of us. And if what Emrys tells us is true, that his magic is not fully under his control, and is not like to be for a little while at least, we have even less people able to try and take us there! This mission is doomed! It's a hopeless business!"

Morgana looked as though she was going to hit Lyft.

"Hopeless? You're the only one who is hopeless! What do you suggest we do, go back to the village and wait, twiddling our thumbs together? We cannot abandon Camelot!"

Lyft sneered.

"There is nothing else we can do at present. You too seem also to be short of good suggestions, how do you propose we arrive there? Even you can't pull such a solution out of mid-air."

"And what is that supposed to mean, 'even you'?"

Lyft looked at her.

"I mean, you are known for being rather reckless Morgana. Your ideas are often grand and impulsive, but when do they ever work? When do you ever follow through on them? You speak passionately, yet your actions do not match up to what you promise!"

Morgana looked truly furious now, Merlin involuntarily took a step back from the rage that seemed to hang in the air around her.

"At least I am willing to do something Lyft, half of your discipline didn't even want to help us! You don't even truly want to be here!"

Lyft now looked equally as angry..

"Is that any wonder? What hope is there for us! There is nothing we can do!"

"Standing up to Byrne is nothing is it? There is more to life than just trying to save your own pathetic skin all of the time! Sometimes you have to be a leader! How can you be one Lyft when all you want to do is give up!"

This really seemed to strike a chord with Lyft.

"I have been an Elder of the Druids for longer than you have been alive Morgana! I have risked my life time and time again for our people, doing all in my power to bring about what is right and good! Do not even suggest that I am some sort of a coward! I did not think it was wise to help Uther, yet I agreed to come anyway, I realised it was our only hope. I always follow through on my promises Morgana, I will not abandon the cause I have pledged myself to! I said I would fight, and I will fight. Forgive me in acknowledging the truth of our situation. I have given my entire life devoting myself to the Druid customs!"

"As will I!"

Lyft laughed.

"You can't even abide by one rule. The most important one for a Druid Elder: DO NOT SPEAK! Do you think I talk with my mind because I enjoy it? If you can't even abide by that simple custom then what hope is there for any of the rest of them? Perhaps it is time you learned to talk less and think more about what you're suggesting!"

Morgana looked taken aback, evidently she had never been told she talked too much. Merlin looked over at Arthur, who had a slight smile on his face at this, after Merlin had conveyed what Lyft had said. Well, maybe Arthur had said it a few times.

Morgana recovered quickly.

"Perhaps you think I am unsuited for this position as Acting Elder then? You question Fyrmest's decision?"

"It is not my place to question his judgement, at the time being. He made a quick decision in face of difficult circumstances, but I'm sure, after all this is over, you will find few who will support you continuing in your present position."

Morgana said nothing, and looked rather hurt.

Merlin decided this had gone far enough. He knew how hesitant Morgana had been at assuming authority, he knew how much she doubted herself as a leader. How dare Lyft question her!

"She has as much right as you do to be an Elder Lyft! She is a good and strong leader and she will prove you wrong! It's a stupid custom anyway, very impractical considering we're going to be fighting alongside non-magical people who won't be able to hear you unless you direct your thoughts separately into their minds. I for one would support Morgana in becoming High Priestess, in the current situation she's more suited for leadership than you are!"

Lyft looked furious, and was about to retaliate when Fyrmest interrupted.

"We must not fight amongst ourselves, we have enough enemies to deal with outside of this group without adding to them within our ranks. Nothing can be gained by this bickering. My decision is final. Morgana remains Acting Priestess until such time the proper ceremonies and voting can take place, though if she survives this war and we are victorious there will be little to oppose her. We are becoming separated in this group, but still we are whole, for now. At the present moment, I see little we can do other than continue on our journey. We may be too late, but we must continue regardless, we don't know what may occur in the future, some idea may suddenly strike us. We will continue on to the border, it is not far now, then we can further convene and decide what we shall do. No, Lyft," he spoke, as Lyft looked as though he were about to question him. "That is my decision and it is final."

He took his leave and walked away, and the Druids once again began their slow procession towards Camelot, leaving Morgana and Lyft glaring at each other.

Merlin thought he'd better do something before Morgana attacked him, magic or no magic,took her elbow and steered her away from him, Arthur on his heels.

"What do you think you're doing Merlin? Let me go! I won't let him speak to me like that!"

"What are you going to do? He can use his magic! You can't! It would be plain stupid to go against him!"

"Don't you call me stupid Merlin"

"Well, stop acting it!"

"I refuse to let that cowardly, self-centred-"

"Please Morgana, don't let your pride overcome you, you're not Arthur for crying out loud!"

Ignoring Arthur's indignant protests he continued:

"We can't fight amongst ourselves Morgana. We all have to work together."

"But he's a pig!"

"Yes, and I promise you Morgana, if we all survive this battle I will turn him into a pig for you. Is that all right?"

Morgana thought for a moment, then nodded, looking back at Lyft.

"Just make sure it's a particularly fat pig."

Merlin nodded suppressing a smile, and Morgana seemed to relax a little.

"I know we shouldn't be fighting like this Merlin, we need all the help we can get, but I can't help being defensive!"

Merlin laughed.

"You never can, can you?"

Morgana remained silent. Arthur came up behind them.

"That Lyft guy is a bit pessimistic isn't he?"

Merlin snorted.

"And you weren't just ten minutes ago!"

"That was different."

"Of course."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, just that the great Prince Arthur is always exempt from the failings of the mere mortals here on earth."

"Shut up Merlin."

They all continued on in silence, all contemplating the same prospect; what would happen if they didn't get there on time? None of them liked considering the answer.

They came to a large river, flowing hurriedly through the trees, heavy with the Spring rains. Some of Brim's Druids strode forward, muttered a few words and the river stopped in its tracks, just sitting there completely still. They began to walk over it.

Merlin approached the river hesitantly, he didn't like the idea of walking over water. He looked down at the water in the river, reeds had stooped swaying in the current, leaves had stopped making their ways down the river, even fish had stopped moving. He lifted one foot over the water and placed his weight on it. His foot encountered a barrier, like the water had become solid. It seemed to be strong enough, so Merlin slowly made his way across the water. It was like walking over ice.

He came to the other bank, the trees were younger and lighter here. It seemed like a completely different forest.

Fyrmest noticed him looking around and said:

"We have just passed into Cendred's kingdom, this river marks the edge of the forest of the Old Religions. Most of Cendred's soldiers never dare enter here, they either lose their way, or are driven mad by the magical vibrations in the air."

Merlin shuddered, and continued to look around him. He noticed that the feeling of magic had definitely dropped away, the air felt lighter and more pure than the air on the other side, after the removal of the magic that permeated the air. Now that the continuing presence of the magic had gone, Merlin felt a little exposed, as though utterly defenceless, although one good point was that at least here the trees didn't have that menacing look, as though they were watching you. They probably had been, thought Merlin, those trees were magical, who knew what they were spying on?

Realising his thoughts had turned ridiculous he moved on and followed the Druids who were already across the river, walking alongside Morgana and Arthur, who was still throwing disproving glances at Morgana's attire.

However, as Merlin walked, there was something laying on his mind. A feeling of familiarity. He felt as though he had been here before, everything seemed as though it were a memory.

But it couldn't be, he couldn't have been here before.

Yet, he definitely remembered something...

Why was this place so familiar?

His thoughts were confirmed as he came through the trees, into a large clearing, where trees surrounding the circle had graceful animal patterns carved into them, bears, wolves, eagles, snakes, foxes, boars. A meeting place for a village, a place for stories, songs and gatherings. He had been here before.

He was standing just outside of Ealdor.

He turned in shock, back the way he had came, seeing distantly through the trees, the silver of the river in the moonlight and the dark trees beyond.

All this time. All the time he had spent in Ealdor, worrying, scared of his own magic, and he had been just an hour away from a Druid village. A Druid village who would have looked after him, taught him to use his magic, encouraged him, helped him, made sure he was happy, and unafraid. All this time and he had never realised how close he had been to them.

It was a lot to take in, and a little amusing to think that all the years Byrne had spent waiting for the "Great Emrys" and he had just been on the other side of the river!

Merlin laughed to himself, realising how stupid he had been. All his life his mother and the other villagers had warned the children not to cross the river, that it was dangerous on the other side. Of course, this hadn't stopped Merlin and Will, who liked to cross the river all of the time as children, just to be rebels, although Merlin remembered the strange feelings he had had while over there. He supposed now he had just been sensing the magic, but being so young then, and inexperienced in using magic he had not known what it was. It had unnerved him enough however to avoid the place as much as possible. And after Will had almost fallen in the river when they were seven years old and Will had discovered his secret, they had never been tempted to cross it again.

Merlin smiled as he thought of seeing his mother again. So much had happened, so much to tell her, though, he thought he might as well leave out the part where he was almost executed. He wanted to talk to her, really talk, as he had as a child. He had missed her. He wanted to ask her about Balinor, now that he knew the truth. He wasn't resentful that she hadn't told him, but he had to discuss it all the same.

"What are you grinning so stupidly about Merlin?" Arthur watched him carefully as they began to leave the clearing.

"Ealdor is just through those trees."

"How do you know that?

"I grew up here Arthur, I think I know this place pretty well."

"It's just trees Merlin. How can you be sure? They all look the same!"

Merlin struggled not to roll his eyes.

"To you perhaps, you're about as observant as a blind hedgehog. And don't even try to argue, how many times have I used magic in front of you? And besides, you can tell the buildings in Camelot apart can't you, even though most of the are identical? Why shouldn't I be able to tell trees apart?""

"This whole nature-loving thing of the Druids is really going to your head isn't it Merlin?"

Merlin chose to ignore this and continued on.

His excitement rose as the trees began to thin and the village came into sight. He cast a smug grin at Arthur, who looked put-out at Merlin's being right and headed forward into the village.

At once Merlin realised something was wrong.

At first it was just him noticing the lack of the usual activity. There were no farmers in the field, no women doing the washing in basins outside their homes having the usual gossips, no old men with pipes sitting by the fire, no children running in between the houses playing.

Then he saw that each house had had its door pulled away or broken down. Pottery and other utensils were scattered and smashed outside each house, as though thrown there during a search. The roofs of several houses were smoking the thatch smouldering away. There was a deathly silence in the air.

Merlin stood in shock, looking around at his home. What had happened?

He saw his own old house standing separately from the rest of them, looking as dilapidated and abandoned as the rest of them. Mother, he thought and started forwards to run and find her, before Arthur pulled him back.

"Stay here Merlin, we don't know who else is here!"

"My mother could be here, wounded or dead!"

"And you could end up wounded or dead!" Arthur hissed, drawing his sword and looking around warily.

The rest of the Druids were beginning to enter the village, looking around in shock or anger. No one seemed to be making any sort of move to do something.

Merlin couldn't bear it.

He struggled against Arthur, desperate to race off to find his mother.

"Stop it Merlin! Don;t you realise how serious this is!"

"Of course I do! I need to find her! I can't stay here and do nothing!"

"There's nothing else you can do Merlin! She might not even be here! She could have been taken away prisoner!"

"Then I need to know whether she's here or not won't I?"

"Don't be foolish Merlin! It's too dangerous to rush off into an attacked village, there could be an ambush!"

"Don't you dare talk to me about dangerous Arthur! I can look after myself! This is my home, my mother, everyone and everything I ever knew growing up, I can't stay here and do nothing!"

"Don't you understand Merlin?" Arthur looked seriously worried, but calm all the same. "This could be a trap, set for you! The people who did this could still be around here!"

"Yes they could, so I suggest you lower your voices," came an oily voice from behind them.

Arthur, Merlin and the other close-by Druids wheeled around.

Standing there, emerging from the trees, were around fifty soldiers garbed in blue tunics, all with cruel smiles on their faces, drawing their swords with maniacal looks in their eyes.

The leader stepped forward, leering at them, his black robes swishing around his ankles.

Merlin recognised his face, he was Fylgan, one of the Druids who had joined with Byrne.

Arthur was right, this was a trap.

A/N: Another cliffy...hehe...sorry :D Summer holidays have started (YAY!) which means I'm gonna have plenty of time to update, although tomorrow I go on holiday to Wales (glamorous, isn't it? Lol, I love caravans) so I'm not sure if I'll have internet to post chapters, though I'll definetly still be writing them, and I'll upload them as soon as I get back to Scotland.

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P.S. If you like Harry Potter fan fic please check out the HP one-shot I just posted. I usually hate one-shots but this one I just had to get down before I forgot it. Please tell me what you think!

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