I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own any of the characters.

However, I do own the plot of this fiction, and any character involved that is not from the original novels/films. (Which means, Nathanael and Trenton are MY property. Don't steal. It's pathetic.)

Rant on stealing fiction: I can't complain enough!! People steal parts of my chapters all. The. Time!! Can't you just knock it off, seriously?? I mean, are you so unskilled you can't even come up with a story on your own? Are you that pathetic? You actually have to copy MY work and put it in your own fiction? That's just really, really lame. Go practice, get a life. I don't mind people getting inspired by my work, nor does it offend me if people read my fiction striving to get better at writing. I'll take that as a compliment, but stealing?! Come ON.

A/N: I'm back. I'm depressed. But I'm back. You know what I really hate? My own complexity. I write about love, I imagine what it would be like, romance is my passion, it's what I do. Yet I can't seem to get a grip of it in real life. You know what else I hate? Not having the courage to break up. I hate it, I hate it, I HATE it. It shouldn't be this difficult. It shouldn't be this painful. Why can't I just fall in love with the guy? I'm pretty pathetic, really. Five weeks, and I can't stand it anymore. I hate it when he kisses me, yet I can't say no. For his sake. For his kindness and sweetness. We're from different planets, he and I.

Maybe I'm just not meant to fall in love. Like, seriously - here I have this terrific guy, who's really sweet to me, but I'm all "Oh crap, we don't listen to the same music. Sorry." What kind of excuse IS that?!

When I imagine what my future is like, I never see a lover. I just see myself, doing what I love. I see myself moving to Japan, I see myself living in a small but cool apartment, writing novels all day long. I see myself working with music, partying with friends, having fun... But I never see myself with someone I love.

Why is that?

Thanks for letting me type my feelings. Hope I didn't bore you too much.

Warnings: The usual.

(Obs, please read the whole A/N at the end of this chapter - It's gonna be fun. Thanks. ^^)

"Is this it?" Harry asked, glancing at Draco who stared at the castle through the trees with a concentrated look. The forest around them was dark, even to Harry who had been blessed with extremely good sight.

"Yeah," Draco said, nodding. "Yeah, this is it. Non-Hogwarts people can't go further than this."

"How can you tell?" Nathanael asked, looking puzzled. Draco gave a hollow smirk.

"My skin has started hurting. It means that the magic barrier is right about here, somewhere."

"... They changed the security standards?" Harry asked, bewildered by the fact that his departure could have such a dramatic effect on the magic school. "Just because I left?"

"I already told you," Draco sighed and rubbed his arms with an annoyed look. "To them, there's just no possibility that you left on your own free will. They think you were kidnapped and murdered. And since they all believe that V-voldemort killed you, everyone is worked up. Panicked, in fact."

"Come on, Harry, think!" Blaise exclaimed and shot an angry glare at the old school. "You were 'the chosen one'. And now they think Vol-voldemort is back and has killed you, all their hope is lost. Of course they're upset. They're scared shitless of what Vol-... Tom might do next."

"They don't have to worry," Tom muttered from behind where he leaned against a tree with a horribly casual look that made Harry's heart skip a beat. "I have no further interest in this world."

"Not now when you've got your beloved Harry with you," Nathanael teased and sent Tom a teary look, which the dark lord ignored. Harry's gaze locked with Tom's for a second, and Harry was sure he saw warmth, and worry in the dark orbs. However, the fact that Tom's behavior had made a dramatic turn the minute they arrived to the human world still irked Harry, and the fact that Tom wouldn't even tell him what the hell was wrong made it all worse.

"Go now, and find Ron as soon as possible," Harry said, turning back to Draco, who nodded. "Is Hagrid cottage part of the school area?" He asked.

"No, I don't think so... Considering the weird people he gets visits from every now and then, I'd say you could probably wait there. He's not here now, anyways."

"He's not?" Harry blinked. "Where is he?"

Blaise shrugged but Draco gave Harry a serious look.

"He's off spending the Christmas break at the Weasley's."

"... He was invited to spend Christmas there, while Ron has to stay here?" Harry ground out, feeling more and more furious. Draco gulped and gave Harry a careful nod.

"Yes. Calm down already, your eyes are turning black," the blonde said with a frown. "It's freaking me out a little."

"Sorry," Harry muttered. "It's just so messed up."

"Tell me about it. I'll go now... It might take a few minutes, cuz I have to find him and everything. It's a big castle. Go wait at the cottage."

They did as they were told, and while Blaise and Nathanael chatted about the vampire dimension - as Blaise seemed very interested in it - Harry slowed down to be able to walk next to Tom. As usual, the first minute was awkwardly silent, and Harry shot small glances at his older lover whenever he thought Tom wasn't looking. Although he probably noticed anyway, Harry knew, but he couldn't help it.

Finally, he stopped. Tom stopped, too, as Harry had hoped. The tall man glanced over his shoulder and Harry shuddered as the black hair made a dramatic contrast with the ivory skin and the crimson, glowing eyes.

"Are you planning to wait out here?" Tom asked, and the smooth voice made Harry go weak at the knees, but in his mind Harry was strong. Strength came with anger, he figured.

"No," he said and gave Tom a dark look. "I want to talk with you."

"Now?"

"Yes, now," Harry said and took a step closer. Tom turned around to face him. The red eyes glowed cold as ever. "I have a question."

"What is it?"

"What the fuck is your problem?" Harry hissed, finally letting loose the anger he had kept inside the past few hours. "You always do this!"

"Do what?" Tom asked, calm as ever, and it ticked Harry off even more.

"You're making it completely obvious that you're mad about something, but you still act like nothing, and you won't tell me what's wrong!" Harry had to struggle to keep his voice down, but it still dripped with anger. For the first time that evening, emotions flared in Tom's eyes, and the eyebrows frowned a little. Harry felt a sparkle of triumph. Finally, a reaction.

"I'm not mad."

"Oh, please!" Harry couldn't help the angry scoff that escaped him. "You mutter things when you don't think I can hear you, you get annoyed whenever I do something, or say something and you won't..." Harry lowered his gaze, trembling with frustration. He was behaving like a child again. "You won't look at me."

"Harry..."

"Did I do something?" Harry gave Tom an angry look. "Can't you please just tell me what I did wrong this time?! I always seem to mess up, do the wrong things, act the wrong way... If you don't me, I won't know, cuz I'm like this! I'm stupid and young and... Sometimes I wonder if I'm good enough for you."

That wasn't part of the plan. Harry stared at Tom bewildered by his own words. That wasn't what he was going to say. The plan was to yell at Tom until he got a decent respond, and maybe even sleep on the damn couch when they got back, but not that!

Tom stared back at him, and that's when Harry realized, that he had actually shocked him.

"I always... mess things up..." Harry whispered, knowing Tom could hear him anyways. "I'm sorry I asked for their help. I should've done this myself. But I was desperate... If I failed, what would happen to you and me? Would I be able to see you?"

"Harry-"

"And now, look at the mess I made!" Harry hissed. "Look at what I did!"

"Har-"

"If you dislike me now, I guess I can understand why," Harry said with a hollow, emotionless smirk. "I'm a pretty pathetic excuse for a vampire, huh? Let alone a vampire lord, and your lover!" He had switched to parsel without noticing, but the anger and the helplessness he felt made him unable to control himself. "Maybe you should just keep me in your locker from now on, and I'll be your fuck-doll that you can use whenever you feel like it and-..." Harry was suddenly staring at the tree next to him. That was odd. And the pain on his cheek? Even odder.

He glanced back to Tom who stared at him with a look that sent chills up Harry's back. That fury was... Nothing he had ever seen on the handsome face before.

"...Ow." Harry rubbed his cheek carefully, while tears of shock slowly gathered on his lids. Tom had slapped him.

"Fuck-doll?" Tom hissed back in parsel. Harry's shock was replaced by anger again, and the young vampire lord blinked his tears away. "A pathetic excuse for a vampire?"

"Isn't that what I am?" Harry hissed back, feeling his body thumping as the rage made his blood boil. "You chose me, and yet I always seem to mess things up! And you never tell me what's wrong, what'd you expect?! I panic, you idiot! I feel worthless every time you look at me that way!" This time he actually yelled, but since they were still arguing in parsel, he hoped he hadn't made too much noise.

"I didn't choose you, it was meant to be!! And it's I who panic!" Tom hissed back and Harry was immediately taken aback. What the hell? "Sometimes you... You just..." The words trailed off, and the older vampire panted with the sudden burst of emotions. Harry stared at him.

"I just... What?" English again. They were calming down. Thank the lords.

"You're so young." Tom looked at Harry with something that resembled pity. Harry didn't like it.

"I'm too young? Is that what's bothering you?! It's a little too late to be thinking about that, considering I'll look like a sixteen year-old for the next fifty years!"

"That's not what I meant. You're young, and human... Still human." Tom leaned against a tree and rubbed his eyes, as if he was tired. But the expression was unexpectedly sad, and Harry's heart made a skip again.

"Tom...?"

"Whenever we talk about the human world, or the humans you have left behind to be with me, you get a different expression. Today, when we returned to England, you acted differently. When you flew on the broomstick, too. You're so happy when you do those things. And now we're here to bring not only the two humans who helped you, but also your best friend?"

"I'm sorry..." Harry stared at the ground.

"Three humans. It's childish behaviour, Harry," Tom said, and his voice was softer now. "But I don't mind you being childish at times, since you are, in fact, still a mere teenager."

"What's wrong then?" Harry took a step closer. "Whatever I did, I'm sorry. You have to tell me, cuz I don't understand you... You're too complicated."

Tom actually gave a short snort of amusement. But when he turned to meet Harry's gaze, he looked serious again.

"I'm worried that you'll miss this world too much. I'm worried that you might want to go back here. I'm worried that you won't be able to adjust to our dimension," Tom murmured, and Harry stared at him. His chest was beginning to hurt with all the warmth that was gathering there. "I'm worried that you'll be miserable. I wouldn't know how to make you happy, if the day comes when you regret coming with me."

Harry was now so close to Tom that he could feel the older vampire's breath dancing on his face. He placed his hand on the tree that Tom was leaning on.

"I won't leave you," he whispered. Tom's gaze remained still and the lack of emotions did annoy Harry a little. "There's nothing for me in this world anymore. Everything I grew up with, everything I believed was lie."

He suddenly became bold and tucked himself under Tom's chin. He pressed his nose against the fabric and inhaled the sweet fragrance of his lord.

"Then you came for me." He backed away and gave Tom a confident look. "Why would I ever regret coming with you?"

Tom placed a hand on Harry's cheek and looked at Harry with a strange tenderness that Harry wasn't used to. It was weird watching Tom display emotions, even though that's what he had asked for. It made him feel just a shy and insecure as he was in the beginning.

"People tend to get overly worried when it comes to important persons."

"So I'm an important person?" Harry smirked a little. Tom smirked back.

"I want you." The sudden passion in his voice made Harry gulp and it became rather difficult to suck air into his lungs.

"You possess me."

It became apparent just how much Tom wanted him, when Harry found himself pressed up against the tree with eager, strong lips attacking his own. Not being able to help himself, Harry struggled against the hand that kept his hands locked over his head. They wouldn't budge, and strangely enough, this turned Harry on.

"N-not here... They'll come back soon- Aah!" Teeth nibbled at his neck. The veins seemed to swell with longing for Tom's teeth to break the skin and drink the crimson juice that they contained. The teasing torture went on, and Harry could barely think straight anymore. Tom sniggered against his skin.

"You think I can contain myself any longer? Let them come and behold what I'm doing to you."

"No... Tom, not there! Shit!" He threw his head back as a strong hand pressed down on his crotch. Teeth still worked and nibbled and teased Harry's tender neck, while another strong hand made Harry unable to resist. "Oh God..."

Then the grinding began, and Harry suddenly couldn't care less when Draco returned with Ron. And there was a certain hard length hidden beneath tight pants rubbing against his erection. And those strong legs that forced Harry's apart. Before he knew it, he had already wrapped his legs around Tom's waist, shamelessly thrusting back and moaning when the evident of Tom's arousal rubbed almost too hard against the area that more or less commanded that Harry stripped and let Tom shove it in before he went insane.

A cold hand found its way under Harry's shirt and teased the already pert nipples. Harry groaned and whined when the hand left. Tom sniggered against his neck again, before those sweet lips silenced Harry's open mouth and a furious battle between two tongues started. Harry quickened the speed of their thrusts as the arousal was beginning to take him over completely.

"Oh shit... Ah, ahn! Tom, don't... don't stop...!"

"They're back!" Blaise voice brought Harry back to the dark forest where he was presently humping his vampire-lover. His thrusts slowed down a notch.

"Tom, we need to stop... Stop it." He moaned when Tom grunted with discontent and gave Harry one last hard nibble and then let Harry down from the tree. Harry could barely stand up. A raging hard-on begged for release and his knees were trembling so much that he almost fell when Tom let go of him. He knew he was blushing and he knew his hair was tussled. He wanted to continue. He was still way too aroused with blinding passion, and the fact that the source of this passion was mere inches away from him made it difficult not to jump Tom and continue their session.

Despite this, he felt a rush of excitement at the thought of seeing Ron after so long. He hurriedly straightened his clothes out and forced his arousal to retreat. After taking a deep, calming breath and giving Tom a quick smirk, he turned to where Blaise's voice had come from and started running. Tom followed him.

They reached Hagrid's cottage, and as Draco said, the windows were dark. No one was there. Blaise and Nathanael stood outside the small house. Blaise turned to Harry with a small smirk. Nathanael stared at the two figures approaching. Harry followed his gaze and he could feel how his face cracked open in a large grin. He'd recognize Ron's red tussle of hair anywhere. He was about to wave to them when he realized that there was something wrong.

One - Ron wasn't smiling.

Two - Draco looked worried and kept glancing back.

"What's the matter?" Blaise called.

"I think they might be following us."

"What? Why would they? You're just 'taking a walk', right?" Harry said, still worried by the lack of joy on Ron's face.

Ron and Draco finally reached them. Harry stared at his best friend.

"Well, first of all, I'm supposed to be at home right now. Second, I think they might have discovered that I've disappeared from my room by now. And third, I don't usually hang out with the weasel. I think this may have caused suspicions."

Blaise and Draco kept talking, but Harry could only stare at Ron, who didn't return the gaze. The usually up-beat red-head was staring at the ground. He didn't look happy, nor did he look angry or upset. The gaze was dead, and the once so glittering brown eyes were dull and unseeing.

"Ron..?" Harry carefully approached his best friend when suddenly a purple beam went past his ear from somewhere and Draco gasped.

"Oh shit, they did follow us!"

"Over there, I think I see them!" Someone called, and Harry's heart froze for a second when he witnessed how five or six teachers were running their way. Harry was pretty sure Dumbledore was one of them.

"Draco Malfoy!" Minerva McGonagall's voice called out, and it sounded angry. "We got an owl from your parents. What are you doing here? And what are you doing with Weasley? You're not allowed to walk out this late! And... HARRY POTTER?!"

The five teachers froze in front of the small crew, and Harry put on the darkest expression he could muster. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout and some new, young teacher that Harry didn't know stared at them. Dumbledore's expression was wild yet careful.

"Harry Potter? Is it really you?"

Harry could feel how Draco, Blaise and the rest gathered behind him, while Tom stood by his side. Harry smirked.

"None other. How have you been, headmaster?"

Dumbledore stared at him for a second, before he suddenly, out of nowhere pulled his sleeve up and pressed his wand against a weird, red mark on his arm. Dozens of 'bangs' were heard, and suddenly the yard was filled with wizards and witches that Harry didn't know, and some that he did know. There was, for example, Lupin and Sirius. The Weasley couple, with Bill and Charlie. Trelawney was there, and several seventh graders from Hogwarts. They all stared at Harry, who stared back, feeling a bit annoyed. This wasn't supposed to happen.

"Why the drama?" He mused and gave the old headmaster another smirk. "Have you come to capture me?"

"Harry!" Molly Weasley called out. "We thought you were dead!"

Harry gave her a cold stare and then glanced at Ron, who looked more alive now that his parents were there. He stared at them, silently begging them to look at him, and the despair Harry saw in those brown eyes made him feel quite furious.

"Well, I'm not," Harry said, voice trembling with anger. "And frankly, I don't understand why so many people have gathered. We're just here to pick up some friend. Nothing to get all upset about." He gave a sweet smile, and suddenly realized that a quivering Hermione was hiding amongst the crowd of witches and wizards. She stared at her once best friends with a frightened look while pointing her wand towards them was a shaking hand.

"We've... We've come to save you!" Hermione spoke silently, yet they all heard her. "We all hoped you'd be alive and that you'd be able to escape from V-v-voldemort!" She sniffled. "That's why we have these marks on our arms! If anyone was to stumble upon something that might have something to do with you... we'd gather. We'll rescue you, Harry!"

Harry stared at her for a second, then he gave a loud, short laugh.

"Save me? Is that what you're doing?"

"Harry, what's going on?" Sirius asked and Harry gave him a short glare.

"Did you know, Sirius? You were my father's best friend, he must've told you about me!"

"... Know what?" Sirius replied after a second's hesitation. Harry's smirk died out and he could feel how the darker side of him started to take over the present.

"Know what I am? Did you know, Sirius... That I'm not human?"

"What is this bullcrap?" Some auror called out, still pointing his wand against Harry. "Are you really Harry Potter?"

"I don't know... Maybe we should take a blood sample?" Harry mused and sniggered. "I ensure you all, this is quite unnecessary. Less you wish to die here, I recommend you get the fuck out of here," he snarled and turned back to Dumbledore. "You always knew, you traitor. You lied to me."

"What's going on?" Someone else called.

"I wasn't kidnapped," Harry snarled. "I'll tell you this once and for all, before we leave, I wasn't attacked or kidnapped or under a spell!"

"Harry?" Molly stared at him and then shot a quick, shameful glance to Ron, who looked as if he wanted to speak, but didn't have the strength. Harry sighed.

"I left of my own free will."

"Why would you do that?!"

"Don't listen to him," Dumbledore yelled. "He's been enchanted, he doesn't know what he's saying!"

Harry snapped.

Without really knowing what he was doing, he stretched his arm out towards Dumbledore, and suddenly the old man was surrounded by a ring of fire. No spoken words, no spells. Just pure rage.

"Shut up, you idiot!" Harry spat. "I was born inhuman. I was born to be something else," he growled angrily and for the first time, he displayed his sharp canines to he crowd. He wasn't sure whether or not they all could see what he was showing, but Dumbledore, McGonagall and the Weasley's could see. And they looked shocked.

"I take it you know about the vampiric virus? For a wizard to be turned into a vampire, one must be born with it. And I was. It was inevitable. And you knew it. You KNEW IT!" Another flare of fire willed up around Dumbledore who tried to protect his old body with his arms.

"Ron Weasley helped me because I asked of him, my best friend, to help me. If you people hadn't tried so fucking hard to stop us, things could've gone so much smoother. But no, you just jump to your own conclusions, as usual." Harry knew he was a little irrational, seeing as they were talking about the feared Lord Voldemort - anyone would jump to such conclusions - but he was too pissed off to care. Tom seemed to enjoy Harry's display of fury, cuz the smirk on his handsome face looked quite proud.

"I wanted to go, and you tried to stop me. Ron was the only one who helped, not only because I asked for it, but because he understood that I couldn't live here anymore." Harry shot an angry glare to the Weasley-members, who looked as if they were trying to decide whether or not Harry was right.

"And I'm not going back. Not to Hogwarts, not the world of magic. I don't belong here anymore. Just forget about me." He had calmed down now, and tried to make it so that they could leave in a somewhat peaceful manner. "I'm taking with me Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini and Ronald Weasley, because they wish to come. Seeing as how they've been treated, I can't blame them."

"Is that true?!" Shrieked Molly and stared at her son, who flinched a little. "This is madness!! You're going with them?!"

Harry suddenly felt nervous. What if Ron didn't want to come with him? What if Harry had jumped to conclusions? Ron hesitated, but swallowed and gave his mom a fierce glare.

"Happy Christmas, mother."

"Is that... Tom Riddle? Is it really Voldemort? What... What are you doing with him? Harry, I don't understand!" Hermione cried and her wand shook even harder. Small sparks flew from it as she was unable to control herself. Tom gave an evil grin before he spoke, and no one dared say a word.

"I am lord Voldemort, and I possess Harry Potter because he wants me to. I'm not interested in your world. I won't return here."

The audience shuddered. He could feel their horror. Harry's smirk came back as Tom's arms encircled his waist. Tom was just as sadistic as usual. It felt quite amusing to show their affection for each other, when most people still considered them to be mortal enemies. Tom bent down to kiss and nibble at Harry's neck, and Harry kept their audience's attention by smirking and casually leaning into his older lover. Then he spoke.

"This is truth."

Nathanael stepped out and grinned. With a glance and a nod to Harry, he turned to the crowd of witches and wizards who still stared at the open affection between The boy who lived and ord Voldemort. He cleared his throat and made a dramatic gesture with his hand.

"Bye bye, children."

A large bang was heard, and Harry realized that Nathanael had opened a new portal. They were sucked into it, and with a last glance at Dumbledore, he smiled and waved.

"Holy shit, I need a drink," Nathanael panted as they landed in the forest outside the castle. "Opening a portal that size wasn't easy, y'know," he gave a semi-serious glare to Harry.

"You were the one who said you'd help," Harry shrugged.

"Yeah, and you still owe me a big one."

Draco and Blaise looked pale from the violent ride, and Ron sat on the ground with his face hidden in his hands. Harry couldn't tell if it was because he was crying, or if he was sick.

"You can go ahead," Harry said and gave Tom a careful look. The man only nodded and gestured for Draco and Blaise to follow him to the castle. A whining Nathanael followed them while complaining about how much he wanted a glass of Lion's blood.

Ron didn't move, and Harry suddenly felt worried that this was a mistake. He had just asumed that Ron wanted to be rescued, but this would get serious consequences. Harry hadn't even thought about it, but now that they were there... Didn't that mean that Ron would sooner or later have to either return, get killed, or get turned into a vampire? Harry found it hard to breathe.

He carefully sat down beside his best friend and gave a soft nudge to his shoulder. Ron flinched a little, but the hands were removed from his face. Tears leaked down his cheeks and the look he gave Harry was a hollow one, but it wasn't angry. Harry sighed with relief.

"How... How are you doing?"

"How the fuck do you think I'm doing?" Ron whispered. Okay, so maybe he was a little angry. "I just left everything behind, my life, the school... My family."

"Ron, I'm sorry," Harry said. Guilt made itself known as his chest started to hurt. "It's just... When Draco told me what happened to you, I just couldn't stand it! It was all my fault, and I'm really... really sorry."

Ron stared at Harry for a second, but then gave a weak smile.

"Nah. My family were all bitches anyways. I never thought..." Ron swallowed hard to keep himself from weeping anymore. "I never thought they'd treat me that way. This is way worse than how they treat Percy. I mean, they're still trying to make him come home. I was banished from my own house..."

Harry put an arm around Ron's shoulder. The red-head was still shaking from shock. Who could blame him?

"I wasn't sure you'd want to come with me. To be honest, I kinda thought you'd kick my ass." Ron gave a short laugh, and Harry smiled. This felt good. Like before.

"I almost did, but I felt too weak. And seeing as you actually came back for me... It means a lot. Mom and dad wouldn't even look at me… Did you see that? It actually felt pretty damn good to leave them beind."

"I'm glad to hear that. I've missed you. Everyone here is at least fifty years older than me. I feel like a runt."

Harry made a face and Ron laughed again, but then turned uncertain. He bit his lip and the brown eyes were filled with confusion.

"Harry... Now that I'm here, what... What will happen to me?"

Harry's smile disappeared. He turned his gaze to the sky.

"I don't know. We'll figure it out, as long as you stay open-minded." He heard how Ron scoffed and the red-haired teen also turned his gaze to the starry sky.

"Open-minded is my middle name, baby."

They laughed again.

tbc.

Yes, I know it's a bit short, but I think it's pretty decent anyway. And I want to wait with the whole "let's turn the humans into vampires"-deal till next chappie. I need to figure out a way for Draco to become vampire, and I also need to figure out what to do with Ron. I already have a few plans to choose from, so please don't try to give me any ideas.

Example: I've made plans for Harry to... let's say... play tennis in the next chapter. Then I get a review that says "Harry should play tennis is the next chapter!" This kinda bugs me a little, cuz then it'd look like I wasn't the one who came up with it in the first place. You know? Let ME do MY job, okay? All you have to do is to tell me if you liked it or not. ;) Haha.

OBS!! Very important - I wanna have a voting! Right here, right now;As of right now, which character do YOU like the most? You can choose from every single character I've written about in this fic. (I love all the characters, but my personal favourite right now is Nathanael. He's so much like me! And I created him, too. Mwaha.) ^^ Review and tell me, and I'll tell you which character is the most popular one in the next chapter.

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