Author's Notes:

Here's Chapter 29 for you all.

As always, I dedicate this fanfiction to all my readers.

I dedicate this chapter to The Griffindor Hatstall, Sachiko Heiwajima, pgoodrichboggs, geowynpnn, Hyper-Blossom Z, ClaraBragge-Ravenclaw, XDramioneLoverx, MrsGinPotter, HogwartsNewsie92 and Guest.

Love, Dumbledore's Wisdom.

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Hermione starts to run after her but Draco runs up behind her, grabbing her hand.

"Leave it, for now, we don't want to push her. I'd imagine she's scared of something she can't control and scared that someone will find out about it." He tells her.

"I know how she's feeling." Hermione sighs. "I went through the same thing when I was her age. It's why she needs me to explain to her what's happening." She stops suddenly at the end of her Uncle David's drive, making Draco stop with her. She grips hold of his hand tightly. "I can't believe Sophie's a Muggleborn. I know you told me one of my cousins was but I still didn't truly believe it until I saw Sophie on that swing." She admits. "We're going to have to tell my uncle David at some point. Once we've gotten Sophie to talk about it." She frowns, not looking forward to admitting to her uncle that she's been lying about pretty much everything for the past eight years.

"I think we should wait until we've been to the Ministry and checked your ancestry. If it turns that the Karina Rowle is your ancestor, then we can use your family tree to explain it to him." Draco suggests to which she nods.

"Come on, we should go say hello to my uncle David." She says as they walk towards the front door, which Sophie left wide open.

"What's wrong with Sophie?" David asks as they enter the house, closing the front door behind her. "Did the play go well?" He wonders, glancing up the stairs where Draco assumes Sophie ran off to.

"I'm afraid that's my fault, we took Sophie to the playpark on the way here and I might have pushed her too higher." He explains, taking the blame.

David shakes his head with a chuckle. "She's scared of heights." He explains, leading them into the kitchen. "So, how was the play?" He asks as he fills the kettle on.

"It was amazing. Did you know Sophie was adult Nala?" Hermione asks, taking a seat at the kitchen table. Draco takes the seat next to her.

"Who?" David frowns, confused, as he flicks the switch on the kettle to boil.

"Nala, from the Lion King." She tries to explain but he just shrugs shaking his head. "You haven't seen it?" She rhetorically asks.

"Do you know what she's on about?" David asks him.

"The first time I heard about it was when Sophie asked us to see her play. We watched it the other day." He explains.

"Is it any good? I might rent it from Blockbusters for Sophie, Lauren, Craig and I tomorrow night." He ponders as he takes three cups out of the cupboard.

"I fell asleep so I'm not sure but the play was great," Draco admits, making David laugh as he makes them all cups of tea.

David sets the cups down on the kitchen table, taking a seat opposite them before sipping at the boiling beverage with a wince. He glances at his watch and sighs.

"I suppose I'll have to think about dinner soon." He grumbles. "Care to join us?" He offers.

"We actually took Sophie out for dinner after the play," Hermione tells him.

"Well, that'll save me an hour or so. I've got a tonne of marking to get through, most of it year eleven's GCSE coursework." He sighs. "Why I chose to become a teacher I'll never know." He laughs then looks at Hermione. "Oh, sorry love. I mean, teaching is great, the pupils are a delight and it's such a rewarding career." He nods with a fake grin plastered on his face.

Hermione laughs at him whilst Draco watches, confused.

"If you hate teaching so much, why don't you change professions?" He asks.

"I don't hate teaching, I hate the marking, the exams, Ofsted, the government who think they know my job better than me, but I don't hate the teaching aspect of being a teacher or the pupils. Well, I don't hate most of the pupils. I could throttle that bloody Sammy Jones. He has no respect for rules or authority." David shakes his head then smiles. "But there's at least fifty Robin Carters to every Sammy Jones. Robin's such an angel." He explains.

Draco nods. He can understand that, even if he has no idea what an Ofsted is. He's confident he'll love teaching potions but the marking of feet of parchment and dealing with idiotic children seems very boring, tiresome and a waste of time. The teaching profession definitely prematurely aged his godfather, which is something he doesn't want to happen to him. Then again, Severus was also dealing with being a double agent on top of all that, which he has no doubt was stressful.

"Sophie said you've got Lauren and Craig tomorrow," Hermione says, raising her eyebrows with a smirk.

Her uncle rolls his eyes. "Don't get me started on my bloody sister. Everyone's been trying to get hold of her since my barbeque but she doesn't answer. We think she's around at that Darren's place but of course, we don't have his number."

"Do you not know where he lives?" She asks, but he shakes his head.

"We don't have a clue. I've told my mum that if she hasn't been in touch by Monday, she should call social services but of course your grandma's having none of it."

"I can see why." Hermione frowns at her uncle. "They'd be taken off them into care."

"Social services hate taking children away from their family, of course, it has nothing to do with actually caring about the children and all to do with the amount of money it cost the government to foster children. They'd end up with either me or your parents." He explains. "Your grandparents still think they're capable of taking care of two under five-year-olds, full time but they aren't." He sighs. "If we haven't heard anything by this time next time next week, I'll call social services myself. I'm sure I'll be able to get custody of them as their uncle, at least until Louise sorts herself out." He says hopefully.

"Do you think that's going to happen anytime soon?" She raises a questioning eyebrow.

"She might grow up in time to see her kids off to university." Her uncle chuckles. "Honestly Hermione, you're twice as mature as she is." He nods at her.

Hermione smiles appreciatively at her uncle. If only he knew that she was forced to grow up quickly the past couple of years due to the threat of an evil wizard who wanted to take over the wizarding world and murder people just like her and him. Well, she might have to tell him soon.

Once they've finished their cups of teas, Hermione bids David goodbye since he has so much marking to mark and he's going to busy over the weekend with three children in the house. Draco shakes his hand, thanking him for the tea, as they leave and is unexpectedly pulled into a quick embrace.

"I'll most likely see you at some point soon." He calls from the doorway as he and Hermione walk down his drive, towards the main road.

As soon as they hear the door close and lock behind them, Hermione grabs hold of his hand, pulling him towards the small path at the side of David's house. Just before they reach the garden gate, she disapparates them back to the gates of the estate.

"We need to come up with a plan of action for Sophie," Draco mentions as they walk towards their house.

"I know," She sighs, "but it can wait until later on. Right now I was to lounge on the couch with a book for a couple hours." She tells him.

"That can be arranged." He smiles down at her, squeezing her hand gently.

"You can join me if you want." She adds, looking up at him. "I know you're nearly finished with Dracula and you should probably start Alice in Wonderland before Sophie gets angrier with you." She smiles softly.

"I suppose lounging on the couch beside you, with a book, will be enjoyable." He mentions nonchalantly.

"I'm sure it will be." She smirks slightly, turning to face ahead.

Draco ignores his curiosity as they come up to their house and Hermione gets the keys out to unlock the front door. Once the doors open, he heads straight upstairs to get changed into his pyjamas, not planning on going out anywhere else tonight. He hangs his clothes up in the wardrobe then washes his face before grabbing Dracula, going back downstairs and finding Hermione in the kitchen where she's washing up some of the dishes from earlier. Draco leaves her to it, heading back into the living room to open Athena's cage.

"Hello, Athena." He greets her as she darts past his head. "Did you miss us?" He asks as she flies around the room happily.

He watches her for a few seconds before flopping down onto the couch, resting his feet on top of the coffee table, then starts where he left off with Dracula.

Hermione finishes washing up without realising she had even started. Her thoughts were too preoccupied with Sophie. She was so angry when they left. But was she angry at them or with herself?

Thinking back on her life before she found out about the wizarding world, she was in denial at first that anything was wrong with her. Her Barbie didn't fly into her hand when she dropped it onto the floor and tried to reach it without getting off her bed.

Then she was scared of what she could do. What is wrong with her? That ball Verity threw at her face just slowed down in time for her to catch.

Next came the anger. "Hermione, did you turn the heat on the broccoli pan up so we couldn't eat them?" "No mummy." "Don't lie to me, Hermione." "I'm not lying, mummy." "Then you turned it down so we wouldn't notice." "No." "You can stay in your room for the rest of the night. I'll bring you a sandwich up for dinner later." "Mummy, I didn't do it." "Well, it wasn't your daddy or me." She'd been so angry her snow globe had exploded, then her mum had gotten angry herself and forgotten to bring her a sandwich.

Then she began bargaining. She went to church with her Grandma Emily every Sunday and pray to a God she wasn't sure even existed for him to fix her, make her better again but after going for months and nothing changed, she gave up.

For the longest time, she was sad. She stopped doing things she usually loved doing. Her teachers at school became concerned as her marks dropped, especially since she was due to take her SATs at the end of her year. Her parents were worried when she would flinch away from their touch for fear of hurting them with whatever this power was inside of her.

Her acceptance didn't come until March of her last year at primary school when there was a knock at the front door. Hermione didn't bother getting out of her bed to see who it was until her mum called for her to come downstairs. With a sigh, she had trudged down into the living room where a man in a strange uniform was stood in front of the TV. She sat down on the couch, next to her mum, shaking in terror that this man knew what she could do and was going to take her away from her family.

"Hello Hermione, my name is Titan Morrow." He had introduced himself.

"Titan?" She had questioned, thinking it was a strange name.

"Yes, my mother named all her children after Saturn's moons." He explained to her. "I'm the eldest." He adds when Hermione continues to stare at him. He coughed to clear his throat, looked down at a file he had in his hands before looking back up at her. "Hermione, I'm here for a specific reason."

"I'd like to know what that reason is and what it has to do with my daughter." Her dad had asked him.

"There's no easy way to say this but… Hermione," He crouched down in front of her. "You're a witch."

She hadn't exactly been sure what he meant by that but it sounded like an answer to all the questions she had wanting to ask over the past couple of years. She'd felt a weight lift off her shoulders as a sigh of relief left her. Her parents, on the other hand, had gone quiet for a minute or so before telling him to leave.

"I'm sorry Mr and Mrs Granger, but I'm unable to leave until I've given your daughter her Hogwarts letter." Titan had announced, pulling an envelope out of his coat pocket.

"I won't have you coming in her, spouting nonsense to my daughter about magic and witches. I don't care what this hog wart is. I want you to leave." Her dad had stood up at that point, point his finger accusingly at the man.

"Hermione, have you ever made something happen or done something that you didn't mean to when you were angry or not paying attention?" He asked her as her dad grabbed hold of his arm and tried to pull him out of the living room.

Hermione's eyes widened as she began to wonder if this man was telling the truth. Was she really a witch? But in all the stories, witches were evil, old ladies. She might have done some bad things but she didn't think she was evil.

"Mr Granger, if you don't remove your hand from me I will be forced to remove it myself." Titan had turned to her dad.

"Are you… the same?" Hermione had asked, not wanting to say the word.

"Yes, I'm a wizard and I can prove it if your father would remove his hand from my arm." Titan had told her before turning back to her dad.

"Please let go, dad." She had begged him.

"Don't listen to this man, Hermione. He's obviously crazy, an escapee from some hospital." Her dad had said angrily as he continued to pull the man by his arm towards the door.

"Mr Granger, this is your last warning to remove your hand before I do so for you." Titan has glared at her dad.

For a few seconds, nothing happened then suddenly everything happened at once. Titan whipped what looked like a stick out of the pocket of his coat with his free hand, jabbing it into the throat of her dad. Her mum gasped, pulling her close behind her. Her dad just frowned in confusion at the man.

"It's alright Sarah. It's just a stick. What's he going to do with a stick?" Her dad has tried to comfort them but Titan hadn't liked that.

"Nox." He had said clearly, making the living room lights go out. Her mum screamed, pulling her closer to her. "Lumos." He said and at the end of his stick came a small, white light. "Lumos Maxima." He said next and the light exploded around the room.

Hermione's eye went wider than she thought possible. There must be an explanation for this. An explanation other than magic. Her dad must have let go of him as Titan walked closer to her, knelt on the ground and peered around her mum's legs with a smile on his face.

"Do you believe me, Hermione?" He asked.

She just stared at him unsure of whether she believed anything anymore.

"What can you do, Hermione?" He continued to smile at her.

"I… Once I made my Barbie fly into my hand." She whispered, afraid of what her parents and this man would say.

Titan's smile widened considerably. "Like this?" He raised an eyebrow before holding his hand out and mumbling something. A few seconds later, a bottle of water that had been on the coffee table was flying through the air into his hand.

Hermione nodded excitedly. "And I made a ball stop in the air." She told him, trying to move from behind her mum but she wouldn't let her.

Titan's smile softened. "Hermione, I have a letter her for you from the deputy headmistress at Hogwarts." He handed her the envelope he had been holding earlier.

"Don't touch it, Hermione." Her dad warned her but she ignored him, taking the envelope out of Titan's hand.

When she went to open it, her mum made a snatch for it, so she ran. Straight up the stairs, into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She closed the lid on the toilet, taking a seat on it before staring down at the envelope. She could hear her parents running up the stairs. They tried opening the door and then asking her to open it but she ignored them.

The envelope was addressed to her in a green ink, handwritten beautifully. Turning it over, she found a seal. She'd never seen an envelope with a seal in real life before. Carefully, she picked open the seal, revealing thick parchment paper inside. Taking a deep breath, she pulled the parchment out and opened it. She re-read it more times than she could remember, sitting on the toilet. Each time she re-read it, she believed everything a little more.

She doesn't know how long she locked herself in that bathroom for but when she came out, both her parents were sat at the top of the stairs and Titan was stood at the bottom. She passed the letter to her dad who held it between himself and her mum so they could both read it. Her gaze shifted between her parents and Titan as they re-read the letter a few times.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Her mum asked, voice wavering.

Titan got his wand out again. "Do you need further proof of what I can do? Of what Hermione will be able to do once she's been educated at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." He asked, swishing his wand around.

"No!" Her mum called, eye going wide.

"If we can get back to the matter at hand. My first job was to deliver Hermione's letter, my next job is to tell you some rules and then I need to show you to the muggle entrance to Diagon Alley." He explained, glancing down at his watch.

"What?" Hermione questioned.

Titan thought for a moment on which words she hadn't understood. "Muggle is a non-magical person, like your parents, and Diagon Alley is where you'll need to go shopping for all your Hogwarts supplies." He answered. "Now, there are a few rules you must abide by. You can't use magic outside of Hogwarts until you are of age, you can't tell anyone about the wizarding world."

"Can I tell my grandma and grandad?" She'd asked hopefully, wanting to show off all her magical school supplies.

"It's best if you don't tell anyone who doesn't need to know," Titan informed her and she nodded solemnly.

"This is all madness." Her mum shook her head.

Titan ignored her. "It would be best if we left now for Diagon Alley. I've heard muggle traffic can be a nightmare around lunchtime. Do you drive Mr Granger?" He looked up at her dad.

"Yes but we're not going anywhere with you." He told him.

He rolled his eyes. "If you need more proof of the wizarding world, then you'll get it in Diagon Alley. It's the equivalent of muggle London." He explained then walked out the front door.

Hermione tried to push past her parents to follow him outside but her dad caught her wrist.

"Hermione, where do you think you're going?" He asked her.

"With Titan. He can show us the magical London, then you'll understand." She told them.

Her parents shared a concerned look as she tried to struggle out of her dad's grip. Her mum felt her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Are you feeling alright, darling? You can't honestly believe this crazy man." She scoffs a laugh.

"I'm like Matilda, mum. I can make things move, make them stop mid-air, make them turn on and off and all without knowing I'm doing it. Remember the broccoli mum. I didn't know I'd done it. I hadn't touched the oven with my hands but my magic must have done it." She explained excitedly, beginning to believe that her power, her magic was real and not something to fear or be angry about. Titan could control his with that stick or just his hand and he'd said she would be able to as well after going to the magic school.

"Hermione, we don't care about the broccoli anymore. That was nearly four years ago. You don't need to make silly 'magic' excuses." Her mum told her.

"You don't understand." Hermione had cried. "I didn't know what was wrong with me but this makes sense. I'm a witch." She had smiles, causing her parents to share another concerned look.

"We've never seen you do any magic?" Her dad told her. "Why don't you show us now?" He asked.

Hermione didn't know what to do or how to do it. She'd never intentionally done anything before, only ever accidentally or subconsciously. Suddenly, she had a thought. She took the letter from her father, placing it on the floor next to the bathroom, she went back to stand next to her parents. She held her hand out like Titan had and tried to will the letter into her hand but it didn't so much as shake.

"Okay, that's enough Hermione. I think you need to go to bed for a nap." Her mum tried to guide her towards her bedroom.

"NO!" She shouted, stepping away from her mum.

She could feel the anger building up in her. Why didn't they believe her? Especially after what they've seen Titan do with the lights and that bottle.

"Hermione, don't shout at your mum. You're overtired and we think you need a rest." Her dad tried to tell her but she stepped away from them future.

"WHY WON'T YOU BELIEVE ME?" She shouted at them just as the light bulb above her shattered into thousands of tiny pieces, raining down on her.

"Hermione!" Her mum cried.

Instinctively, she raised her hands above her head to protect her face from the glass but after a few seconds had passed and she hadn't felt any glass hit her, she glanced up only to find the thousands of shards of glass floating in mid-air, millimetres from her head. In shock, she backed away from the floating glass and as soon as her concentration broke, the glass continued in their path to the floor.

"Hermione?" Her mum whispered tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry mum. I didn't mean to. I got angry. You wouldn't believe me." She rushed her apology.

"I think we should go with that man." Her dad mutters weakly, sidestepping around the broken glass on the carpet, pulling her mum with her. "Come on, Hermione." He urged her to follow them downstairs.

The front door was still wide open from where Titan had left. They found another piece of parchment on the car windscreen from him, giving them directions on how to get to Diagon Alley and to speak to a man called Tom behind the bar of the Leaky Cauldron and he'll open the wall for them. They'd gone that afternoon and Titan was right. Once her parents saw Diagon Alley, they didn't need any other proof.

They left hours later with all her supplies for Hogwarts including her wand that she couldn't wait to use. Unfortunately, she'd have to wait until September when she started Hogwarts since she wasn't allowed to use magic outside of the school until she was of age. However, when reading a few extra books she begged her parents into buying her from a bookshop called 'Flourish and Blotts', she discovered underage magic was okay if it was accidental and the Ministry had no way of knowing what was accidental and what was intentional with a wand. So over the course of the next five months, Hermione secretly practised some of the simple spells in her book and it all became so much more real.

Suddenly, there's a hand on her shoulder and someone is calling her name. With a startled jump, she turns around to find Draco looking at her worried.

"Are you alright, Hermione?" He asks her. "You've been in here for twenty minutes now." He tells her.

She smiles as she wraps her arms around his back, pulling him into a hug.

"I'm fine. I was just thinking about Sophie and how angry she was today. It reminded me of myself before I found out I was a witch. I went through a few years of being in denial, scared, angry and sad before I came to realise what was happening to me and that was all thanks to Titan, the ministry official." She mumbles into his neck as he pulls her closer. "If I can stop her from feeling all that anger and confusion by explaining to her what's happening to her, then I need to do it soon. I hate seeing her this angry." She adds.

"We're still not a hundred percent sure it's her. You'll need to question her first. Find out what she knows about herself already." Draco points out.

Hermione nods. "A part of me is really looking forward to actually sharing this part of me to my family, properly. But then another part of me really wants to keep the wizarding world all to myself. It's been such a big part of me for the past eight years and I'm not ready to share it. Does that make me selfish?" She asks him.

"Not at all." He answers a little too quickly. "Maybe a little but just think about taking her on her first trip to Diagon Alley or to Hogsmeade. You could maybe invite her to stay with us for a few days over the summer so she can experience living in a magical household." He suggests.

"Yeah, because we use magic all the time." She chuckles.

"Well, we could to just show off in front of Sophie." He shrugs.

"You've always loved showing off haven't you." She teases him.

"Why shouldn't I show off if I'm good at it?" He asks rhetorically as he leads her by the hand into the living room.

They both flop onto the couch, Draco resting his feet on the coffee table and Hermione leaning against him, resting her feet across the rest of the couch.

"I do think we should wait until we've been to the Ministry to check on the Rowle's. It might be easier to explain to both Sophie and David if we find out you do descend from them." He suggests.

Hermione groans, shuffling further down the couch until her head is resting on Draco's lap and her feet are dangling over the edge of the couch arm.

"I haven't even thought about how to tell my uncle David yet. I've been preoccupied on how to tell Sophie." She sighs, rubbing her eyes with her hands. "It will be much easier if it turns Karina is my ancestor but I'm not sure how I'd feel about that. I like being Hermione Granger, Muggleborn. If it's true, I don't want people to start saying my accomplishments are because of my bloodline when I've worked so hard to keep myself alive this long and then get the best grades I can in my NEWTS." She explains.

"It doesn't matter what we find out in the Ministry, Hermione. You will always be Hermione Granger, Muggleborn." He tells her. "But I think you missed a title." He adds, making her quirk an eyebrow. "Brightest witch of her age." He smiles at her. "And that has nothing to do with the Rowle's because they might have been one of the most powerful wizarding families back then but the only in dark magic. They wouldn't have a clue how to disarm an opponent without killing them and that's what sets you apart from them." He explains.

Hermione stares up at Draco from her position in his lap. He always knows what to say to make her feel not only better about herself but also feels special. She turns to face him, wrapping her arms around his waist in a hug as she buries her face in his belly. She notices, not for the first time, that he smells really nice.

Hermione doesn't say anything for a few minutes so, assuming she's thinking about Sophie and David, he carefully stretches over her to grab Dracula off the coffee table. He's just starting a new chapter when he hears a soft snore come from his lap. Glancing down, he finds Hermione still hugging his waist, fast asleep. With a smile, he brushes a few of her curls out of her eyes.

He remembers laughing with Pansy in the Slytherin common room many times about how bushy Hermione's hair was. It's tamer now than it used to be in their first couple of years at Hogwarts. He absentmindedly twirls a curl around his fingers as he goes back to Dracula.

They stay like that for about an hour before Hermione wakes up. Draco doesn't notice at first as he's still reading but after a few minutes, he can sense her staring at him and glances down to find her bright eyes looking back up at him.

"Sorry, I fell asleep on you." She mutters with a smile

"I don't mind." He tells her, still running a curl around his fingers. "Oh, sorry. I didn't realise I was doing that." He drops the curl, moving his hand away to brush his own hair back. "This fringe is really getting on my nerves." He frowns as it falls back in front of his eyes.

"Then get it cut." She tells him.

"Do you really think I have time to go get my haircut?" He glances down at her with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm sure you can make time on Monday after we've been the St. Mungos. Although, I was going to suggest going to Diagon Alley on Monday since you want to exchange some galleons for pounds." She suggests, looking up at him from his lap.

"I'm sure I can find a spare fifteen minutes to go to the manor for a haircut." He rolls his eyes.

He feels Hermione freeze on his lap. He looks down to find her staring back, wide-eyed.

"Mitty is the only one who's ever cut my hair. I wouldn't trust anyone else to do it." He explains. "You don't need to come with me if you don't want to." He offers her the choice.

She nods, glancing down at her fingers, which she was twiddling around each other. He gently places his hand above hers, steadying them. He then brings her hands up to his lips where he presses a chaste kiss against the back of them.

"I'm sorry but as long as your mother is there, I don't want to step foot in the Manor." She says, staring at their clasped hands. "Unless I absolutely have to." She adds, sitting up and taking her hands back. "I'm going to head to bed." She stands up. "I still need to catch up on the sleep I missed on Wednesday night." She gives as an explanation as she heads towards the living room door.

"Okay, I won't be long. I'll just finish this chapter." He calls after her as she climbs the stairs.

Once he hears the bedroom door shut, he sighs deeply as she lowers himself down on the couch so he's lying down. He's going to have to speak to his mother again. Although, he doesn't know how that will fix anything. Any apology he forces out of her wouldn't be sincere and Hermione wouldn't believe. He hasn't seen her since his birthday, five days ago. Maybe she's thought about what he said and is willing to accept his plans for the future. The thought makes him scoff. Once his mother has an idea in her head, she doesn't let go until she's exhausted every possible way of achieving it. Draco just hopes she exhausts her options quickly in this situation.

He must have read the next paragraph about twelve times before he gives up, laying his book on the coffee table and just staring up at the ceiling. Athena must sense that he's lost in his thoughts as she flies over, landing on his chest where she snuggles down for a nap. He leaves her be, thinking he'll gently wake her up when he's ready to go to bed but whilst he's thinking through how to confront his mother, he drifts off to sleep on the couch.


Author's Notes:

Hi, here are the next chapter upload dates until the new year.

1st Dec - Chapter 29

15th Dec - Chapter 30

24th Dec - Chapter 31

25th Dec - Chapter 32

26th Dec - Chapter 33

30th Dec - Chapter 34

1st Jan - Chapter 35


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