Hey guys...soo I guess I scared you a bit with that last authors note huh???

Well I promise never to do that again...I promise...

But I'm glad that you all enjoyed the chap and I hope that you like this one...

But I would suggest that you read the authors note at the end of the story...and dont skip ahead...you'll ruin it...and I'm being serious when I say that...

Disclaimer: Umm...so yeah we understand that this isn't JK Rowling speakin right???

Summer's End

"What was it that you wished to speak to me about?" asked Voldemort from his high backed armchair.

He was seated in a sitting room that had been darkened. The windows were all covered with heavy burgundy curtains and the lights were dimmed. Draco sat across from him clutching the envelope that held his school information. He was nervous to ask what the Dark Lord was going to do because it wasn't normal for people to question the Dark Lord.

"I came because of this." Draco said holding out the letter.

Voldemort leaned forward and took it. He examined the envelope not opening it at all. A smile appeared on his face. He sat the letter on a table beside his chair. He then looked directly at Draco.

"You've come to inquire what we will do about school am I correct."

"Yes my Lord. How will Hermione get to school? If she come with me I will be charged with her kidnapping."

"That is why she will not be arriving with you." Voldemort said picking up his cup and taking a sip of tea.

Draco just stared at Voldemort a confused expression on his face. He didn't understand what the Dark Lord meant. How would she not arrive with him? They were husband and wife of course they would be going back together. But he knew by the look on Voldemort's face that he had some tricks up his sleeve.

"I have decided to allow her to go back to Potter. The week before school is to begin we give her a sleeping potion. She will be asleep when we leave her outside the Leaky Cauldron. Some witch or wizard will find her and she will be returned. They will obviously question her but the girl is smart enough to know what will happen if she gives anything away. Then she will explain to the Order what has happened to her. You will not be implemented because she will say that you were forced into it as well."

"But why allow her to go to school at all, my Lord?"

"She must be around you Draco. A child must be born before the year is up. Time grows shorter. She will have to share your dorm with you. She is your wife. Therefore she will go back to school with Potter and his friend and she will be given her wand back. But she already knows there is nothing left that she can do. She is yours and will be until death."

Draco could just see what Potter and Weasley would do when they found out. They wouldn't believe her that it hadn't been him. They would be furious. He could almost see Weasley's face turning the same colour as his hair. Potter of course would attack him the moment he saw him. Weasley would be right behind and Hermione would be screaming for them to stop.

It was not something he was looking forward to, dealing with Potter and Weasley about this marriage. He knew that they were stubborn, just about as stubborn as he was. But he also knew that they were very protective over her. They'd do anything for her.

Since she has been missing the entire summer, there has to be loads of pent-up anger and frustration. It would all be directed at him. He would be their target. Weasley probably thought he was behind the whole thing already. Draco left the Dark Lords mansion giving his word that the plans wouldn't be revealed to Hermione.

Hermione was sitting on the patio facing the back garden when he returned home. She was curled on a bench swing wrapped in a blanket. It was warm out but since she was still ill she shivered. She had a book with her and was reading when he came up behind the swing and gave it a little push.

"Oh!" she cried at the movement. "Don't do that!"

"Do what Granger?" he asked seating himself in a chair before the swing as it still moved back and forth.

"Cant I have one moment of peace around here without something having to disrupt it?" she said turning back to her book.

"You're awfully moody this morning. What happened?"

"I haven't been able to relax at all. I've been trying to read this all morning and every time I start someone else comes to bother me. House elves, your father, now you.

"My father?"

"I was sitting on the window sill like I always do when I was trying to read. He freaked out because he said he'd searched the whole house for me. You'd think the first place everyone would look would be there."

"Maybe you shouldn't sit there for a while. My fathers not as patient as I am. He won't hesitate to use his wand on you."

"He won't hurt me Draco. But I won't sit there anymore." She said not wishing to argue about anything. "Now leave me alone I want to read."

Hermione turned her eyes back to the book, pulling the blanket closer around her. Draco pictured her lying unconscious on the pavement outside that dismal place, in the middle of Muggle London. What if something happened to her? What if some terribly filthy muggle did something to harm her while she lay there unprotected? The Dark Lord wouldn't let that happen, would he?

Draco stood, taking his eyes off of her. He headed back toward the house deciding to go up and change his robes. He couldn't stand wearing dress robes constantly. They were so constricting. They were bothersome.

When he reached their room however he stopped. From down the hall, in his mother's room, he thought he heard voices. Passing by his own bedroom Draco walked swiftly down the hall until he reached his mothers room. He stopped just short of the closed door and listened. He could hear two voices. One, he was sure was his mothers, but the other was strange to him.

He couldn't tell what they were saying because they were whispering but Draco knew that whatever it was had to be important. But whom would his mother have in her room? It couldn't be his father for his voice didn't sound like that. He wanted to knock on the door but as he raised a hand to do so he heard the sound of feet coming up the stairs.

He hurried back toward his own room as he saw Hermione making her way up the stairs. The book that she'd been trying to read, was no where in sight as she dragged the blanket behind her. She seemed to move slowly and Draco knew that it was another episode. The illness would sometimes make her very tired or even sick. The times that these would occur were never patterned but Draco knew one thing, when she was having one she should be watched.

"Feeling ok?" he asked as she approached.

It seemed that she hadn't seen him there for when he spoke her head jerked upward and she stopped. She swayed a little on her spot, telling Draco all that he really needed to know.

"Come on, get in here." He said taking her by the wrist and gently pulling her into the room.

"I'm fine Draco." She said softly but he could hear it in her voice.

"You are not Granger. Now just shut up and go lie down."

"You said that you hated taking care of me Malfoy." She said turning around and looking him square in the eye.

"I know. Now go."

Hours later Hermione was sound asleep. She'd retched up most of her breakfast and couldn't swallow the potion that Narcissa tried to give her to ease her belly. Eventually when everything calmed down and Narcissa was seated in a chair beside the bed Draco asked her the question that had been brewing in his thoughts since the moment he'd run down the hall to get her only to find her alone.

"Mother, who were you talking to earlier?"

"What do you mean Draco?" Narcissa asked looking up quickly.

"Earlier I was heading up the stairs and I heard voices coming from your room. Your voice and another."

"I was speaking to no one Draco. There might have been a house elf in the room with me but no one human." She said looking at Hermione who was breathing soundly.

Draco watched his mother. Was she lying to him? Was she protecting someone, the person that she was talking to? There were so many strange things happening in that house. All the illness, the quick glances, everything. Everyone seemed to be hiding something and Draco vowed that he would learn all these secrets.

When night fell and Narcissa retired to her bedroom Draco crept down and listened only to find that his mother was alone. He heard no voices at all. He even waited to see if someone tried to creep down the hall to his mother's room but there was no movement at all.

He walked back to his room to find Hermione just where he'd left her. She was curled beneath the blankets, seemingly dreaming. Draco changed and readied for bed. Another night gone by and he wouldn't have to sleep with her. Surely the Dark Lord did not wish him to have sex with her while she was sick.

But as Draco lay there beside his sick unwanted wife, he wondered about school. He was Head Boy, and with that responsibility came many more problems.

Each house had Head dorms. One room was for the Head Boy and the other for the Head Girl. They were separated from the regular dorms because they had their own special staircase that led from the common room of that particular house to the room itself. The Heads would then get special treatment but at the same time would be with their house.

So Draco would get to go through that door that led up to the Heads dorms. But what of Hermione? Where was she to be? He was almost positive that once she was returned to the Order and the wizarding world as a whole she would be presented with the Head Girl badge. It was something that Draco was sure Hermione knew as well. The thing had had her name on it since the end of first year. But since they were married, Draco was curious what the sleeping arraignments would be.

Would she be staying with him or the other way around? She would be tortured everyday if she lived in the dungeons with him and the other Slytherins. But he didn't think he could last the whole year without cursing a Gryffindor if he lived there.

So many things were going to have to change now that they were married. Not just within their own little world as both had thought so selfishly in the beginning. Things all over the wizarding world were about to change, and not just because of their marriage, but the fact that they were married was a large part of it.

He drifted off to sleep Hermione curled beside him. His sleep however was not peaceful. He tossed and turned, his mind dreaming up images and scenes that Draco had been thinking about constantly. He saw Hermione being attacked by ruthless filthy muggles on the street outside of the Leaky Cauldron. He saw her being whipped again. He saw her lying in her bed, covered in sweat.

He was sleeping so fitfully that he actually woke Hermione. She opened her eyes and rolled over to see Draco's head moving back and forth. His eyes were shut tight, almost as if he were in pain. He was sweating a bit, his forehead glistening in the moonlight.

"Draco." Hermione said as she propped herself up. Her whole body ached but she fought against it to see what was wrong with him.

He didn't wake up. He just continued to struggle. Hermione was growing frightened. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't get up because she was still weak from her episode. But Draco was having a terrible nightmare. She would just have to try as hard as she could to wake him up.

Draco was thrashing about wildly as Hermione pushed herself up into a seated position. It hurt her for some reason to do it but she knew that Draco waking from whatever terrible thing he was seeing was more important. She reached out and put a hand against his shoulder, pushing him flat with all her might.

"Draco please wake up!" she cried as she hovered over him.

His eyes started to open as his body relaxed. He looked at her above him through blurry eyes, confusion prevalent on his face. He didn't understand why she was almost on top of him. He could see the fear and worry in her face as she looked down at him.

"What's going on?" he asked as he sat up. Hermione sat back swaying slightly.

"You were dreaming. I had to wake you up Draco."

"Don't look so worried Granger I'm fine." Draco said in the way that made Hermione feel even more worried.

She watched him as he got up from the bed. He seemed a little unsteady for a moment but quickly regained his composure. He walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

He leaned against the counter and stared at himself in the mirror. He couldn't remember what he'd been dreaming but he knew that it had to have been terrible. He felt as if he would be sick right there. But he took a few deep breaths and drank down a glass of cool water. Then splashing some on his face Draco turned about and opened the door.

He could make out Hermione's outline sitting there in the bed before him. He made his way over, his eyes not adjusted to the immense darkness that surrounded him. When he finally made it back however Draco saw the concerned look on Hermione's face. She hadn't gone back to sleep like he'd hoped she would. Instead she'd waited for him.

"Go back to bed Granger." He said as he sat down.

"What did you see Draco?" she asked softly.

"Nothing. Just go to sleep."

"But-."

"No Granger!" Draco growled frustrated. "Just leave me alone and go to sleep."

Hermione couldn't understand why he was acting this way. He was so angry, yet all she'd done was ask what was wrong. What was wrong with that? He'd scared her out of her mind dreaming whatever it was that he'd dreamed.

But she gave up and did what he said. She was too tired to argue with him and she knew that he was as well. So she laid down pulling the covers up around her body snuggling into their warmth. She watched through the darkness as Draco pulled down his covers again. He was lying beside her a moment later his blond hair haloed by the moonlight spread on the pillow. He looked so sweet to her when he was this way. His pale face looked even more paler in the very dim light.

There was a pang in her heart, almost of longing when she looked at him. She wanted to hold him, be close to him, for he was so beautiful that way. He was so beautiful, that it hurt her to look at him. It hurt because she knew that he didn't love her the way she knew she had come to love him. He didn't even like her.

Seeing him there, so close yet so untouchable broke her heart. A creature like him, though he was an arrogant prat, wasn't meant for her. She could never truly have him. She may be married to him and be close and intimate with him, but she knew that he didn't feel anything when he was with her. He did it for it was an obligation.

She turned on her other side facing away from him. She wouldn't allow herself to think that way any longer. It would only give him power over her if he knew that she loved him so. She just didn't know how long she could keep hiding her feelings. He was very perceptive to her feelings for some reason. He would figure it out eventually.

Slowly with thoughts of Draco spinning in her head Hermione fell asleep. However Draco lay beside her wide awake. He couldn't stop thinking about what he it had been that he'd dreamed. If only he could remember. He had his eyes closed hoping that he could remember but nothing was coming to him.

He opened his eyes as Granger turned her back to him. He stared at her wondering if it had been about her. So much was happening that involved her. It very well could have been. But Draco didn't want to think about it anymore. He just wanted to go back to sleep.

He closed his eyes and turned on his side. He pulled up the covers to just under his chin and closed his eyes. His whole body was cold. He could feel her warmth nearby but he couldn't get any closer. No.

The night continued after that. It grew much colder during the night making both the occupants of that bed shiver and shake. They, though Draco had protested the idea before falling asleep, moved closer to one another using the others body heat for warmth. It would have been a sweet sight, had they been any other couple.

When morning finally dawned and the sun shone through the windows Draco awoke first. He was still quite tired but he knew better than to sleep in. His biological clock woke him up. It was almost as if he was trained.

Hermione didn't stir beside him. It was then that he realized how close they were. She was lying on her back while he was on his side. Her body was up against his chest and one of his arms had been thrown across her haphazardly.

Draco removed his hand and scooted away from her. He looked around the room before pushing down the covers and sitting up. He shook his head before reaching up and running a hand through his blond locks. He didn't want to get up but he knew that if he didn't his father would surely be there shaking him until he woke.

Outside the sun was shining and it was another beautiful day that their mansion. It was odd to think of it that way but it was, it was the mansion that both he and Hermione owned now. He turned around and looked down at her. She was still sleeping, probably still tired from the day before and last night.

'She had to have been in pain.' Draco thought as he remember that it was Granger who had to shake him and sat there waiting for him to return to her.

He'd never thought about the fear that he must have put into her. She was in pain the day before and quite sick yet she forced herself to sit up and take care of him. It made no sense. Draco stood and began his morning ritual.

He hopped into the shower all the while trying to force the images that he'd seen in his mind the night before. The warm water cascaded over his tight shoulders loosening the muscles and helping him relax. His hair was plastered to the side of his head as the water ran through it. He brought a hand up and pushed it all back, almost like he'd had it those many years ago.

As he washed his hair he remembered the times when he'd teased Hermione through the years. All the terrible names he'd called her, all the things he'd done. There was no way to excuse his behavior, or change it for that matter. He'd already changed enough for her. He didn't think he should have to change anymore.

'I already act civil with her. I can't change who I am. I cant change the way things have been, not even this marriage can do that.' Draco thought as he finally turned off the water.

He stepped from the shower shivering slightly at the much cooler air. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it about his waist as he stepped before the mirror. He looked at his lean body, the body that tons of girls at Hogwarts wanted to go after this year. He was always top choice. Yet he couldn't have anyone but Hermione. She was it for him.

He smirked at the thought of the disappointed looks on all the faces of the woman he would have to turn down. They would be terribly heartbroken. They would be furious as well with Hermione, something he might have to watch out for. The Slytherin girls would be ruthless toward her, for she was still the Mudblood in their eyes.

He was clothed and dry when he opened the door and walked into the bedroom where Hermione was still sleeping. He walked over and looked down at her, wondering if he should go get his mother. She looked, however, peaceful. She was breathing slowly and evenly, and her body was still. She was curled on her side facing away from the window. She had the blankets pulled up to her chin but Draco could see one of her small hands poking out from beneath it.

Her hair was spread about her head on the pillow; the same hair that he'd once made fun of. Her mouth was open a little and he could see the rows of now completely even teeth that he'd once cursed. Her milky skin looked radiant against the darkness of the blankets, the very same skin that protected the veins through which her Mudblood ran. Hermione was, in herself, something that Draco had been instructed to loathe and hate. But now he found himself feeling pity, and concern for her. He even found her funny and amusing.

He turned away and started for the door leaving her there safely tucked in her bed. He started down the hall turning to head down the stairs and to the kitchen when his father stopped him. Lucius approached from the room that he'd made his temporary office. He normally kept himself shut up in there or prowling about looking for Hermione.

"Where is the girl?" his father asked.

"She's still in bed. That episode yesterday was one of the worst yet. Do you suspect that she is getting sick again?"

"I'm sure she will be fine. But to be sure I'll send your mother in soon to check on her."

Draco and his father started down the stairs and emerged in the kitchen to see Narcissa already commanding the house elves on what to prepare for their breakfast. Draco seated himself at his usual chair not looking at anything but the tabletop before him.

The sounds in the kitchen kept his mind preoccupied. He was thinking more about what breakfast would be and why the house elves seemed to listen better when his mother used her softer voice. Lucius was buried behind his paper and didn't seem aware that anything was even going on around him. It was just as things had been at Malfoy Mansion.

Through breakfast things were silent. Draco kept his eyes on his plate. His parents didn't even try to converse as they sometimes did. So when it was over, Draco was glad to stand and begin to make his way from the room.

"Go upstairs Draco and check on Hermione." Narcissa asked him looking up at him from the cup of coffee he was sipping.

Lucius just looked at his wife possibly infuriated that his mother had called Hermione by her first name. In Lucius Malfoy's eyes Hermione was nothing more that apiece of filth, even if she was his daughter in law. He wished for her to continue to be treated as such, but continuing with Pureblood traditions, he remained civil.

Draco turned and left them to head toward the stairs. He hadn't planned to go up and check on her, he'd wanted to go to his office and do more research about who the snitch might be, but now he was trudging up the stairs to check on his wife, who was probably still sleeping soundly in their bed.

It was later than she'd ever slept before but he'd expected it. After what had happened to her the day before and all the things that had happened that night he was sure that Hermione was exhausted. But when he opened the door Hermione was attempting to get out of bed.

"And where do you think you're going?" he asked as she slowly swung a leg over the edge of the bed.

He could tell right away that she wasn't well enough for that. Her movements were slow. She seemed too weak to even move her limbs. Her face was pale and her eyes were tired looking. She said nothing but merely continued to move.

He watched as she slid down off the bed her hands gripping the bed sheets as if for dear life. When he feet touched the floor and she was standing he saw that she was leaning heavily on the bed for support. He watched as she took a step forward but regretted it as she started to collapse.

Draco was there and caught her, sliding down to the floor in the process. She was sprawled across his lap staring up at him, trembling from fear of almost hurting herself. Suddenly, she began to cry. She was completely drained of energy, lying there limp in his arms. She didn't even have the strength to raise her hand and wipe away her tears. She just cried.

Draco knew just why she was crying. She was terrified. He would be too. No one had any idea what these episodes of illness or weakness were from and no one knew any way to stop them. All they could do was take care of her and help her through it.

"What are you trying to do Granger?" he asked, his voice serious but so soft. He knew that to yell at her would only make things worse.

She didn't answer. She just seemed to want to get up again but her attempts were futile. She was far too weak to support herself and she would never make it to where she was trying to go.

"I'll help you back into bed." He said slipping his arms beneath her body and lifting her with ease.

"No. I'm fine." She said slowly. Her voice was so small and quiet, like it wasn't even her own. She attempted to push him away and wriggle away out of his arms, but her movements had no force behind them.

"You're not fine Hermione. You can barely move. You fell when you tried to walk. You're still sick." He said as he placed her back into the bed.

She looked into his eyes as he pulled the covers up around her. He didn't look back but continued what he was doing. When he finally finished his task he looked at her before turning away completely.

"Stay in the bed." He said with his back turned. He was heading out of the room when he heard the sheets rustle.

She had pushed them all off and was attempting to get up. She had already throwing one leg over the side of the bed. She was pushing her body to move though he could tell that she truly wasn't strong enough. He watched for a second longer, both furious and astonished that she would try again to get up and walk around.

"What do you think you're doing?" he said not moving.

"Leave me alone." She said not looking at him but continuing her slow attempt to get off the bed.

"No Granger. If you keep doing this you're going to make yourself worse. Now please just get back into the bed. Then I'll get my mum and she can give you something."

"I don't want anything Draco. I just want to get out of this room. I want to get on with my normal day." She said tears still streaming down her face.

Draco shook his head and walked back over and tried to pick her up and put her back in the bed. She protested, telling him to leave her alone. She tried to push him away again but when she put her hands against his chest he wrapped his arms about her and held her there. She struggled for a moment before she broke down yet again.

He hated being there to see her that way, but he was the only one who cared, besides maybe his mother, but she couldn't really show it. Now Hermione was sobbing into his shirt. She wanted to be normal again. She wanted to get away from the illness and everyone in that mansion. She wanted to go home.

"It'll be all right." He said as he held her close. She cried for a few minutes more before composing herself and letting him help her into the bed. "Just relax. Try and rest some more. You'll get your strength back if you just let your body reenergize.

'She's resilient and stubborn she is.' Draco had thought as he pushed her back into the bed. She didn't try to leave this time, but just closed her eyes and did as he asked.

He stopped at the door and turned. She looked sad yet peaceful lying there in the bed. He hated thinking about her like this. He just wished he could make things right again. Make things the way that they were supposed to be, back when they hated each other.

Narcissa was sent up a few minutes later to give her a potion that would help her to sleep for a few hours. Draco however was pulled into his father's room where he and Draco went over the plans for September 2nd. Lucius was going to make absolutely sure that everyone knew what it was that they had to do. Because if there was a mess up at any stage of the plan the whole thing could be ruined and Draco could no doubt be charged with the kidnapping.

The plan was that early in the morning, possibly around one or two, Lucius Draco and Macnair would take a muggle car to the location that was chosen. It was a small alley just outside the Leaky Cauldron. She would be left there in the same clothes that they'd taken her in. She would be unconscious therefore she wouldn't put up a fight. They would leave her there, in the open, where any witch or wizard walking by would see her. Someone would recognize her because she had been all over the front page since her abduction.

Once she was recognized and taken to St. Mungo's for testing and asked all the questions that they would ask, she would be released to either the next of kin or her friends. But she wouldn't reveal that she was married yet, no, she would be instructed not to. As well as instructed not to reveal the things that she knew. She would be threatened; to keep her mouth shut until the time was correct to reveal these things. And Draco knew that Hermione would obey, Voldemort would know immediately if she did, and she knew that as well.

After Lucius was finished going over every detail of the plan, Draco was released into the rest of the house. It had been at least two hours since he'd gone into his room to find Hermione attempting to escape from bed. He wondered whether she was any better.

He decided he'd check after he had a bit of lunch. He didn't rush himself but took his time, really trying to delay seeing her lest she start crying on his shirt again. But soon there was nothing left to do, for he'd eaten his whole lunch. So he started up the stairs and down the hall to the door that stood between him and Hermione.

But when he opened the door and peeked his head in he saw that the bed was empty. She was no where to be found. He entered and looked about, wondering if she wasn't just in another area of the room. However after scouring the place he found it, the closet and bathroom all empty.

Hermione had taken the potion that Narcissa brought with her, wanting to accept anything that would take her, at least in mind, from that room. She gladly drank it down hoping for a quick reaction. She closed her eyes thinking that it might help the process along. Soon she'd fall into a deep sleep that lacked in dreams. She was however fine with not dreaming, for whenever she dreamed she saw most terrible things.

She'd woken after a while feeling much better than she had that morning. She felt stronger, and cheerier. But she knew that these feelings wouldn't last long for she was still sick, she could feel it. She tried once more to get up and found that she had the strength to support herself once again. So with that Narcissa allowed her to leave the room.

Now she was sitting in a big comfy chair in one of the back parlors. She was wrapped in a blanket. She had a book in her hand but she didn't seem interested in it. She was staring off into space as if everything around her wasn't actually there. Draco entered the room and she didn't even look up.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked her as he walked about her chair and stopped.

"Fine." She said shortly. She was quite unhappy again.

"What's wrong?"

"I hate being sick. I've never liked it. It's so terrible feeling like you can do nothing to help yourself. If I could I would cure myself in a heartbeat. But I cant and neither can anyone else."

"Well you'll get better soon Granger. Trust my mother, she knows what she's doing."

"It's not her I don't trust. It's my body. There obviously has to be something even more wrong with me if I cant fight off these episodes and this illness all together."

"If there was something very wrong with you the Dark Lord would stop it. You've just got the flu, or maybe even a severe cold, but you'll be fine. Stop worrying, and just relax so that you can get better."

Hermione looked up at him standing there before her. She was still very weak. It was an effort for her to shift positions in her seat so that she could see where he'd walked. He was now seated on a sofa nearby just staring out the window at the grounds. He seemed lost in his own thoughts and doesn't see her watching him.

'It's like he's in his own world. I wonder what's happened.' Hermione thought as she turned her eyes away and looked at the floor.

"Why'd you come to find me?" she asked not taking her eyes from the floor.

"I thought you might like company." He said snapping from his reverie to look over his shoulder at her. She thought it was sweet, until his smirk appeared. "And we all know what good company I am."

"Yeah right Malfoy." Hermione said weakly rolling her eyes.

They stayed in that room, Hermione lifting her book and making an attempt at reading before falling asleep again, while Draco just stared out the window at the grounds. The weather was changing, as were a lot of things, and Draco watched for close to an hour before he smelled the wonderful scents emanating from the kitchen. Dinner was almost ready. Something that would usher in the close of another day, and bring him and Hermione one day closer to their return to school, and the day that they would have to face the rest of the wizard world, explaining what happened between them that fateful summer.

Ok so I know that I said to wait until you read the story to read this...so I hope that everyone reading this now has read the story...Guess what guys...that was the last chapter of this story...and no I'm not kidding this time...I'm being completely one hundred and thirty seven and a half percent serious...

But don't be sad my faithful reviewers...

Just because this parts over...

doesn't mean there isn't still more to come...

(insert evil laugh of choice here)

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