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Harry Potter and the Magic of Perspective

Or (A.K.A)

Verum Inhereditas

Chapter 21

Vows revealed

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The heavy, cream colored paper, seemed to loom over the rooms occupants from its spot on the table. Its small stature not making it any less ominous, the dark wood of the table causing it to stand out.

The room was deathly quiet. Hermione remember the first time this happened, with just her and Harry in the drawing room. This time it could be a Method member sending a message from the Come and Go room… but it was unlikely since they could also just Floo into the kitchen.

Draco reached out for the paper, but before he made contact Severus grabbed his hand.

"Don't touch it." His tone indicated that he thought Draco should know better.

Hermione glanced at Draco's shaken expression. He obviously didn't consider it could be a trap, he seemed to be having trouble adjusting, now that he was a target for both sides of the war.

Severus reached for his wand and cast spell after spell on the paper. When he was finished he tentatively reached out to touch it. Everyone relaxed when nothing explosive happened. Snape unfolded the letter and read it to himself. His face became dark as his eyes scanned lower and lower down the page. When he was done reading it, he looked up, his face betrayed nothing, but his tense shoulder told Hermione he was worried.

Very carefully, he held the letter out to Draco, his body taut like he was waiting for something bad to happen. He relaxed when the boy took the paper without incident.

Draco read letter slower, his eyes became wider as he reached the end. "No…" he whispered.

"What is it?" Hermione couldn't stand being left out anymore.

Draco looked at her with haunted eyes. "It's from my father."

"What does it say?" Hermione was surprised, she didn't think Lucius would resort to contacting the Method in order to give information to Severus or Draco.

Draco was visibly shaking by the time he managed to answer. "The Dark Lord is going to mark my mother this winter while I am home for break. My father thinks it's payment for his freedom, and also punishment for…" He trailed off as if he almost said something he wasn't supposed to. He looked at Severus for help.

"I was surprised you were able to take the letter from me," Snape responded. Something passed between him and his godson.

Draco nodded, "Aunt Bellatrix told me what she did, before I was marked. She danced around and taunted me for being weak… I'm sorry Severus, I would have let you help if I wasn't…" The edge of hysteria creeped into Draco's voice. The possession would probably always weigh heavily on his soul.

Severus held up his hand to stall his godson's words. "I know Draco, it wasn't your fault."

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest, she really didn't like being left out. They were talking about something without mentioning it directly, and it bothered her.

There was a short silence in which Draco seemed to collect himself. His eyes were glassy, but he refused to cry. "I don't want my mother marked." He stated in a resigned manner. He was acting like he was still under Voldemort's control, and everything was futile.

It rubbed Hermione the wrong way. She huffed, irritated. "Well of course we won't let that happen." She practically snapped, it was a tone she used on Ron and Harry when they were being prats.

Draco glared at her, "And how do you plan to stop it?" he spat back.

Hermione sighed; she wasn't in the mood for this. "Listen, I have a lot of explaining to do, and I can't tell you everything now, but we have some projects in the works that might help."

Severus nodded. "Ah yes, what the twins are working on," He muttered to himself.

There was a brief flash of irritation in his eyes, Hermione assumed he was still mad about the 'Gryffindor rules' thing. The twins were still slightly green and muttering the occasional 'Slytherin rules.'

Draco was opening his mouth to argue, but Hermione cut him off. "I want to know what else was in that letter that you're not telling me," she insisted.

Draco stared at Hermione stubbornly, so with a sigh, Severus stepped in. "Draco, Hermione is correct, there is something we may be able to do for your mother, but you have to work with the Method," he advised.

The slant of Draco's shoulders was hard, and aggressive, but his eyes held fragile hope. He was rightfully upset about the situation with his mother, but he was also smart enough to know that being upset and throwing a fit wasn't going to fix it.

Severus laced his fingers and placed his interlocked hands on the table. "There is also something you can do Draco, to help the Method, and your mother."

Draco locked eyes with his godfather.

Severus looked grave, and Hermione felt the air in the room become heavy with tension. "You should tell the Method about everything in the letter."

The cryptic advice caused all the pieces to click into place, in Hermione's mind. The way Severus was carefully wording his statements, and the surprise he expressed when Draco was able to take the letter. It was obvious that Snape was unable to speak about whatever the situation was, and It was probably due to some type of vow.

Draco looked concerned, leaning away from Severus. "I… I don't know if that's a good idea. What if they don't understand? What if they don't help my mother?" He questioned quietly.

Hermione wanted to jump in and say they would never let someone be marked against their will, but she knew that it was the wrong move.

Severus leaned farther over the table as if he could drive his point home by closing the distance Draco put between them. "They will have to know eventually... if we expect them to acceptus, and work with us. They are our best chance to survive this war. I know it seems ridiculous, they are a group of children, I thought the same thing as you. But you are smart Draco, you felt what Harry can do, you know I am right." Smooth and clear, Severus' explanation floated through the room.

Draco's eyes were wide from the intensity of Severus's words, and he nodded slowly.

"Good, we will only be explaining our… situation, to Hermione and Harry. They will decide when it is best to tell the others." Snape punctuated his sentence with a tone that clearly expressed his determination.

"I would also like to know about this situation." The dreamy voice of Luna floated from the other end of the table.

Everyone else in the room looked at her. It was clear that all of them had forgotten she was there from the moment the letter popped out of the candle.

Severus let out a suffering sigh, "I suppose, Ms. Lovegood can also be included." He was clearly put out by the fact that he overlooked her. Hermione assumed his pride as a spy was damaged because a fifteen year old girl went under his radar.

oOoOo

The deep sound of hooves hitting dirt hummed in the background. Everything was illuminated by the twilight sun that only barely peaked over the hills. The dogwood tree was bright red with fall leaves, and the little sunlight there was, caused them to glow like low burning embers.

Harry sat at the door of his cupboard alone. His legs dangled off the edge of the wooden floor, he was looking down at a herd of Thestrals that were milling around the base of his tree. He wasn't sure when they arrived, he thought he should know, since this was his own mind. He should probably talk to Severus about it…

He didn't mind them being in his barriers, he actually kind of liked them. The only thing that bothered him was that they didn't look quite right. He was sure he remembered exactly what a Thestral looked like, but the ones below his tree were more snake like. They had spine like scales that ran down their back,s and sometimes puffed up when they were irritated.

Small particles began to float in the air, the sun ignited them like fireflies. Slowly the scene began to dissolve. The tree broke down to nothing, along with the thestrals, and ground. All that was left was a door hanging in the blackness, a few stray glowing dots floated around. Harry sighed, it was time to wake up. He stood up in the doorway, turned, and went into his cupboard, closing the door behind him.

Harry's vision swam into focus, and even without his glasses he could see he was in the safe house in the room he used over the summer. He remembered everything that happened. He remembered the explosion of magic… and pain.

Harry shot up in bed. What had happened to everyone in the room when his magic burst!? He jumped to his feet and ran to the door, he stumbled on shaky legs. He tried to open it so fast he fumbled and almost hit himself in the face while swinging it open. He ran down the hall and jumped the entire first set of stairs to the landing, then he sped down the second set and rounded the corner to the kitchen.

He skidded to a halt, and stood on the small landing before the last few steps into the kitchen, panting from his run. Everyone in the kitchen looked up at his entrance, and Severus raised a brow at his ruffled state.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked.

Harry drew in a couple a deep breaths and blew them out in an attempt to calm his racing heart.

"Everyone's OK." He assured himself while looking around the room.

Hermione stood up and walked to him, "We're fine, but what about you? Should you be up and moving?" She placed a hand on his arm and gently guided him to a chair.

Harry sat absently while he continued to survey the people in the room.

"If he was able to run the way he did, then he is physically fine. His new anchor worked perfectly. Although his vague description of our state of being, makes me wonder if he is mentally fine." Snape drawled from his side of the table.

Harry looked at him, what did he mean his new anchor? The sly insult slipped past his confused and worried mind.

"I can see from your face that you are confused, which only confirms my long time suspicion about your mental stability. I assume you don't remember anything after you began convulsing." Severus said conversationally, as if he wasn't slipping jabs at Harry into his statements.

Harry felt the cold weight of guilt transform into a clear ringing note of utter relief that reverberated through hi.. They were all really OK. His shoulders sagged and fatigue returned following the receding flood of adrenalin. Without the intense worry clouding his mind he registered the veiled insults that were being casually tossed at him. He looked up at Snape with a glare that held no bite. "Hey!" he shot back.

Severus leaned forward slightly to look Harry over, and ignored his student's offended retort. "You should probably rest some more, you are still very pale," he commented in a tone that held none of the concern that shined in his eyes.

Harry shook his head like a stubborn child. "No, Tell me what happened, what did you mean when you said I have a new anchor?"

Severus's face contorted into an expression that told Harry he truly didn't want to rehash the entire tale, then it settled into a look that clearly said 'only because it's you, I will do this'. He crossed his arms over his chest and began to explain. "The moment the glass broke your skin and let blood flow, your magic took over. I assume you were thinking about fixing the mirror." He waited for Harry to nod before continuing. "Once the blood touched the magic of the mirror it was all out of your control, your core magic was being sucked out and leaving behind massive amounts of surface magic."

Harry perked up, "I do remember the magic building up and exploding, that's why I thought you all must have been hurt."

Severus nodded, his face was grave. "It is very fortunate that the nature of your magic does not allow for you to hurt people unless you are consciously attempting to do so. Because your magic is about healing other peoples magic, it did not harm us, but if it had been able to hurt us, none would have survived."

Hermione put her hand on Harry's shoulder, "The amount of raw power you exuded was incredible Harry."

Draco didn't verbally join in, but he nodded his agreement when Harry glanced at him.

The idea that he could have killed his friends set every inch of Harry's body on edge with fear. He felt like a dangerous monster, like he could lose control and wipe out everyone he loved. His stomach churned and he felt the little bit of color he had drain from his face.

Severus must have noticed Harry's reaction. He reached across the table and placed his hand on Harry's arm. "Harry, it was your Magic's nature that saved us from harm, but it was also because you care. Do not fret over this, everyone is fine." His voice was calming, similar to when he had talked Draco down from panic when he first arrived in the safe house.

Harry felt his twisting insides settle, his teacher's voice and words of wisdom never failed to soothe him. He nodded and decided to let it go as Severus advised, his magic would never hurt his friends he cemented this idea to himself. He glanced around the table and his eyes landed on Draco. The longer Harry looked at the other boy the more uncomfortable he became, but there was no sign of reluctance or malice so Harry tentatively smiled and looked back to Severus.

"Good, now that everything with that incident is settled, there are some important matter that must be discussed." Snape put in a more serious voice, and gestured at Draco. But his eyes became dark and Harry thought he saw some fear lurking in the back of his black eyes through their connection.

Severus must have felt Harry touching his mind, because he turned and fully locked eyes with his student. Fear, regret and sadness burst forth into Harry's mind, like a tidal wave, the emotions began to drown him. All at once, the feelings receded, and Severus didn't even blink, his face impassive, and his eyes hard.

Sadness welled up in Harry again, this time it was his own sadness. What has to happen to a person for them to be able to mask such intense feelings? Severus was truly a master spy, but Harry was honored that he held this spy's trust. He owed him so much.

Harry reined in his emotions, he took a calming breath and looked back at Severus. Slowly he nodded his head to let the man know he was ready for whatever was going to be said. Everyone else in the room had waited patiently for the short and silent communications between the two men to end. Draco had an unsettled expression, he possibly didn't understand what just happened, or maybe he did and was upset. Harry assumed the news he had to tell was more important than solving the mystery of Harry and Severus.

Severus looked away from Harry and nodded to Draco. On that signal, Draco took a deep breath and began to speak slowly. "Over the summer my mother took drastic measures to ensure I was not killed this year. She made an Unbreakable Vow." He paused for a moment for everyone in the room to absorb the news.

Harry felt his mind begin to scrabble for a memory, as he put more pieces into place, things began to make more sense, but it was not a pleasant truth. Back when he was in Snape's quarters after he had a run in with Draco, when he had confronted Severus about what Draco was up to, but the man couldn't say anything… He felt his fingertips become numb and the shock of his conclusion washed over him.

"No…" Harry whispered, he looked to Severus, hoping the man would deny his involvement, but he remained stoic and silent.

Hermione realized what Harry's reaction meant and placed her hands over her mouth to hold in her dismayed gasp.

Draco simply nodded, "I see you figured it out. It was Severus that my mother made the Vow with, and I am going to tell you what the vow was about."

Hermione lowered her hands, "But won't that kill him?" she asked in a whisper.

Luna chimed in for the first time, her Ravenclaw traits poking their head out. "Draco is only the subject of the vow and not a participant, so he can tell anyone he wants. The only other person involved who is able to do that, is the one who cast the vow." She looked at Draco with her large pale eyes, "I assume the caster is the one who told you the content of the vow," she concluded.

It was not a question but Draco nodded for the others benefit. "The caster was my Aunt Bellatrix. The next time she saw me, she taunted me about needing help and told me all about it." A note of shame colored his voice.

Harry grew impatient, "So what was the content of the Vow?" he asked as calmly as he was able.

Draco recognized the edge of panic in Harry's voice and began to explain. "Because of my father's failure in the ministry at the end of last year, the Dark Lord began to punish my mother in his place. He punished her by… torturing me." His composure wavered for a moment before he clamped down and pushed forward. "When school was going to start, the Dark Lord found a way to extend the torture. He gave me the Mark and then ordered me to do something almost impossible, his magic that was possessing me through the mark compelled me to finish the task. So my mother pleaded for Severus to make a vow to ensure he would help me complete my mission."

Harry felt his insides loosen marginally, all he had to do was help Draco complete some task by the end of the year? Not too bad, it wasn't even winter break yet. It all just depended on what the task was.

There was a long pause, Draco looked like he was trying to pluck up the nerve to say what his task was. Every second that passed caused Harry's heart to drop lower and lower.

Draco opened his mouth, his face was pale, and the word seemed stuck in his throat. "I… he…" Draco swallowed and tried again. "I was given the task of letting Death Eaters into Hogwarts… and…" Another pause, Harry was starting to lose his cool, but he was afraid of scaring Draco into silence, so he contained his desire to scream in the boy's face until he spit it out.

Draco squeezed his eyes shut, his breathing sped up slightly and then he blurted out the rest. "And I was order to kill Dumbledore!" He yelled quickly.

Everything stopped. No one move, whispered, or even seemed to breathe. Harry's mind understood what he just heard but he couldn't fully accept it. He looked at Severus, the man was sitting calmly, but his eyes were tightly closed, as if Draco's words had pained him. Draco still had his eyes squeezed shut as if he was waiting to be hit.

Hermione reached out and grabbed Harry's arm in a grip so tight it was probably going to bruise. Harry understood how she must be feeling. They all knew that Dumbledore was going about the war wrong, but it was never the plan to kill him, it wasn't even a thought. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Harry still felt a thread of affection for the old man, he was the only person to ever act as a grandfather to Harry, even if it was with ulterior motives.

Then there was Severus. His feelings about Dumbledore were probably similar to Harry's. What would it do to the man when he killed his old mentor? Not IF he killed him, but definitely WHEN. There was no choice to be made, if Severus didn't kill the headmaster, he was certain to die as a result of the vow. That was something that Harry could not let happen. Severus had been forced into a position where he had to make the vow…

Harry felt certainty settle over his mind, it felt like cool silk on hot skin, soothing and crisp. He expected to feel more disturbed by the realization that he was trading one life for another, but he didn't. He was sickened by the idea of killing a fellow human, but it was necessary… and Harry didn't want Severus to die… maybe it was partly selfish...

"He isn't going to live long anyway, is he?" The airy tone of Luna's voice broke the silence with its oddly sharp edge of dismissal. She spoke the words as if she was talking about the end of a class nearing, not person's life ending, but she had a point. Harry had told everyone in the Method about the Headmaster's cursed arm after he found out it was caused by destroying a Horcrux. He looked up at Severus, dark eyes awaited him, and they were full of worry. The slightest brush of minds told Harry that Severus expected rejection and disgust.

"Well, we should make sure you get the perfect moment to kill the Headmaster before he dies from the curse." Harry held his teacher's eyes as he spoke, letting him know he meant what he said.

Severus's entire face betrayed his shock for only a moment before he regained control.

"Yes, we should probably get as much strategic advantage out of the situation as we can." Hermione's voice wasn't as steady as Harry's, but she made her position on the subject clear. She also chose Severus.

Snape managed to collect himself from his shock enough to contribute. "I can't say much, but I can tell you that the Headmaster predicted that a… situation such as this might arise. That Narcissa might try this method to save her son. After I reported Draco's orders to him, he told me to do what I must. I am sure he fully expects what is to come."

Harry nodded, "That makes things easier. Should we tell the rest of the Method?"

"Yes, but not quite yet. First let's get Draco's membership locked down, then we can talk about how to help his mother and the vow." Hermione's eyes were far away as she calculated the new information into her plans. Her face became hesitant for a moment, then it settled into a determined expression.

Draco's very tense stance slowly relaxed. His eyes had been shut the entire time, now he slowly opened them. "So… I'm going to be safe?" he asked in a shaky voice. He probably expected the Method to let him face failure and the Dark Lord.

Harry shrugged, "Honestly, saving you is just a side effect of saving Severus." He waited for some sort of angry outburst, and was surprised when Draco scoffed and shook his head. It seemed that once he realized no one was going to attack him, he calmed down and accepted the situation. Harry shouldn't have been surprised, if his summer was as bad as he heard then this was probably a relief, the Method was the lesser of two evils in the blond's life. Better to live with the enemy that doesn't torture and possess you.

Harry felt the tightness that always seemed to be around his heart loosen a little, now that he knew what the vow was about. It seemed so long ago when he first found out there was a vow and yelled at Snape in his quarters… Harry felt his mind trying to pull some information together, something important about Severus and vows… he looked down at the table and narrowed his eyes as his brain worked. Then it hit him like a hippogriff going full speed. His head snapped up and he looked right at Snape. "Oh dear Merlin." Harry breathed.

Severus raised an eyebrow, he looked into his students eyes for an explanation but Harry shook his head. This was too complicated to express without words. "Tacet." Harry said firmly.

Severus hesitated for a moment, he seemed on edge due to Harry's serious attitude. He glanced around at everyone else in the room, they were all looking at him or Harry with confusion in their eyes. "Arx." He responded.

The swell of magic filled the room like a gentle breeze. It washed over Harry and Severus, then it created a film over everyone else in the room, keeping them separate. The wash of energy felt comforting and familiar to Harry, it had been so long since he and his teacher had used this oath, that he forgot how calming the solitude could be. Unfortunately the slight comfort of the magic surrounding him did not sooth the worry clouding his mind.

Harry looked at Severus with a serious expression. "How dangerous was the combination of vows, Severus?" he asked, knowingly.

Snape's face slowly morphed into one of surprise, he obviously never expected anyone to figure it out, or if they did put it together, he never thought they would ask about it. After a moment, he reconfigured his expression into one of calm understanding. "It is alright Harry, I have everything under control." His tone conveyed a sense of false calm used by a parent to soothe a child.

Harry felt his irritation rise at being placated like a child who doesn't need to know the harsh reality. "That's not what I asked." he snapped back harsher than intended.

Severus dropped his calm face and looked rather guilty, he probably never intended to inform anyone of his twisted vows and oaths. Harry assumed the man thought he was sparing people the bother of worrying about him. Snape never seemed to comprehend that people will worry about him regardless, because they care, or maybe it was that he never accepted that people truly do care.

Harry felt his anger drain as he contemplated why his teacher behaved this way, it was a sad thing to realize. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap… I just..." Harry wasn't sure how to express his feeling for Severus without it becoming an awkward jumble of words. He hoped the silence he left hanging out conveyed how much he looked up to the man, and was grateful for his help. He looked into Snape's eyes and left himself open, clear enough to read. He was only angry because he was scared of losing his friend.

Severus's eyes softened and he let out his breath in a huff. "I understand that you are worried for me Harry, but there is nothing I can do about my situation, as it is."

Harry leaned back and crossed his arms, waiting for the explanation to continue.

Snape knew he couldn't escape, so he complied. "After the vow with Narcissa, I knew I had to play my cards right. When you entered the equation things became more complicated, I had to help you and keep your secrets, without anything I did reacting badly with my Unbreakable Vow. Fortunately the vow didn't react badly to the aid I was providing you, it could have interpreted helping you, as hindering Draco, and I would have died. Since I was not killed, I assumed that joining the Method was a safe bet as well, but now it doesn't matter since Draco is here and accepting my aid." He crossed his arms as he finished, and adopted a posture similar to Harry's.

"Why did you take the Oath with me, if it was so dangerous?" Harry asked.

"Two reasons." Snape held up two fingers, "First, the Oath kept you from exposing any secrets you might learn during our lessons that would have gotten myself or you, killed." He lowered one finger, leaving his index finger raised, "and second, locking you into an Oath guaranteed my life debt to you would be repaid with our lessons, leaving the debt unpaid with no Oath, was the most dangerous option. You could have called upon me to do anything without even realizing it, and I could have died." He pinned Harry with a hard gaze.

Harry's eyes widened, he hadn't consider how much power he held over Severus. Not just a life debt, but his actual life was in Harry's hands. "So if I had learned that you planned on killing Dumbledore, I could have ended the debt by ordering you not to kill him, or something similar?"

Severus nodded, "Yes, and I would have been compelled to comply, ending my life. You of course, would have had no idea the order would kill me, I am not even sure when I would have died. It might have been the moment you ordered me, or when I failed to kill Albus with in the time limit of this school year." He shrugged in a very not Snape manner, acting more casual than usual.

"But everything is OK now, right? I'm accepting our lessons as payment for your debt, Draco is joining the Method, and the Method is aligned with your goals." Harry's voice was edged with worry, but became more relieved as Severus nodded along with his points.

"Yes, everything should be fine, as long as all goes according to plan." He assured.

Harry let the words sink in and wash away his worry. He could only trust that Severus was being fully honest and not veiling a larger problem.

"Are we finished now?" Severus asked with a large dose of snark injected into his words. He obviously didn't like being interrogated as if he were a naughty child, no matter how well meaning it was.

Harry smirked, only now becoming aware of the odd reversal of roles. "Yeah, we're finished."

They both said the key words to release the privacy Oath, after the swirling of air and magic Harry became very aware that everyone in the room was watching him intently. He wasn't sure what he should say, everyone was probably expecting an explanation for the sudden activation of the Oath (Draco probably wanted an explanation for the Oath overall). He glanced at Hermione, and was relieved to see she didn't seem to expect anything, she accepted that there were some things that were private, and that Harry would tell her if it was very important.

Harry smiled lightly at her and decided to not explain himself to anyone, even if Draco looked at him like he wanted to stab Harry in the face… repeatedly.

The sound of stumbling footsteps caught everyone's attention. Harry turned and looked behind himself at the staircase just as Remus came into view on the last landing. His face was groggy, and he was rubbing his eyes with his right hand as he wandered down the last flight. Remus pulled his hand away from his eyes and blinked in surprise, he wasn't expecting the kitchen to be full of people.

"Sorry Remus, did we wake you?" Hermione asked with polite concern.

Remus tipped his head to the side in a very wolfish manner. "It's six in the morning, and I was just going to put tea on," He answered, bewildered by the situation.

Severus cast a tempus and sighed as the time reflected what his colleague had said.

"We should all go to bed, it's Saturday so no one will notice if we all sleep here for a few hours." Hermione suggested.

Everyone else mumbled their agreement, and a chorus of scraping chairs announced their departure.

Remus watched with a bemused expression, he gave Draco an odd look as he passed by. When Harry walked by he reached out and clasped his shoulder gently, "I take it something happened with the ritual?"

Harry glanced up at his honorary uncle with a weary smirk, "It's a long story, I will explain after I sleep."

Remus nodded and let Harry go.

Everyone shuffled up the stairs like a pack of zombies. Sleep was needed to deal with the events of the next day, there was a lot to do for Draco's acceptance into the Method, and even more to do concerning Dumbledore's limited time.

Harry sighed when he was finally in front of his bed again. He stretched his arms out to either side and let himself fall face first into the soft blankets.

Sleep followed soon after.

In the morning, everything will make more sense.

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"Most people think pitbulls are dangerous dogs, but – biologically speaking – most pit bulls are just three Shih Tzu's wearing a trench coat."

-Night Vale

A/N- I feel like the quote says everything on this one. Every time I turn around I discover that something I thought was a pitbull is actually three Shih Tzu's wearing a trench coat. I would really like some time in a place where pitbulls are pitbulls and Shih Tzu's don't wear coats in threes.

I swear, one more surprise Shih Tzu and I'm done… with something… not really sure what I'm done with. BUT be assured I am finished with It, in its entirety.

At least this vast expanse of white won't turn out to be something under a coat… I hope.

Beta'd-minijaxter 12/18/2017

Repramanded 12/18/2017

Rutebega'd ;) - minijaxter 2/18/2018