What a way to wake up, Amanda thought, smiling without opening her eyes.

Warm fingers trailed up and down her spine slowly, ghosting along her skin and spreading goose bumps everywhere. Severus's eyes were warm with amusement as he looked down at her own sleep dazed orbs.

"Good morning," she said sleepily.

He immediately buried his face in the crook of her neck, nuzzling her and kissing the mark he'd left the night before gently. Amanda giggled as his hair tickled her neck. Severus smirked and pulled her closer, his hot skin warming her own quickly. The feel of it sent tingles running through her, making her shudder against him in delighted pleasure. And then his lips were caressing hers, somehow soft and yet demanding at the same time.

Amanda responded whole-heartedly. Her body arched up to meet his and her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers already twisting in his dark hair. One of his hands trailed down to her waist and lifted her by the hip, locking them together. She wanted nothing more than to lose herself in his fiery kisses, but all too soon he pulled away.

"Severus –"

The look on his face was enough to make her words catch in her throat painfully. She'd never seen him look like that before; she'd never imagined anyone could look so pained. He was like a man tortured; his face was taut and carefully blank, too blank. It looked as if he were hiding his deepest pain, but his eyes… his eyes were wild and desperate, as if he knew he would never be happy again.

"Amy?" he whispered, as if asking her to make everything better. He looked at her as if she was some sort of angel who could fix it all and make all of their troubles disappear.

And then he faded, only to reappear a moment later, standing fully-clothed in front of her. His face was twisted into a mask of fury, pain and disgust. A sharp pain in her chest made Amanda look down. Severus's wand was pressed painfully against her skin, right above her frantically beating heart. She'd never felt such terror before.

Her eyes followed his arm up to his face, which was now twisted into a hatred fueled snarl.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Amanda screamed and shot out of bed. It only took her a moment to realize that it was only a dream and she clenched her fists, still shaking from the fright the nightmare had given her.

It had been over a month since the night of Severus's betrayal and she was still having nightmares. They were always the same, she would start off in a memory of a peaceful morning with Severus, blissfully unaware of recent events, but then he would pull away and give her that look. The look that frightened her in her dreams but angered her when she woke up, he had no right to look at her like that, he had betrayed them. And then he would kill her, the same look he had worn when killing Dumbledore on his face.

A sudden pain in her stomach had Amanda jumping for the bathroom, barely managing to not fall over the blankets that had twisted around her. She made it just in time to lose the contents of her stomach with a violent retching noise. A few gasps of air and she was retching again, clutching the edge of the sink desperately as a wave of dizziness washed over her. As if it wasn't enough that she couldn't sleep peacefully, she had been hurling the contents of her stomach to the porcelain god for almost a week now.

"Miss Amanda?"

A tentative knock and a hesitant voice alerted Amanda to the fact that Matilda was just outside. Ordinarily the house elf would have rushed in immediately upon hearing Amanda scream in fright but recently she had asked the elf to stay away from her room; it wasn't that she didn't trust the faithful elf, she just didn't want anyone to see her in such a state.

"The members of the order have arrived for you," the dutiful elf called, pretending she hadn't just heard her mistress being violently ill in the next room.

"Thank you Matilda," Amanda called, "I will just be a few moments more."

The house elf nodded worriedly to herself but left her young mistress alone to continue being sick in the loo.

Not five minutes later Amanda walked down the stairs, clean and dressed properly so she could join the large group sitting impatiently in her small living room. There didn't appear to be anybody missing, but then again, they had probably all met at the Burrow before moving here to collect her.

It was quite a group to squeeze into her cramped space; there was Ron, looking lankier than ever; Hermione, whose bushy hair looked like a lions mane; Fred and George, grinning mischievously as always; Bill and Fleur, happily arm in arm; Mr. Weasley; Mad-Eye Moody; Tonks, whose bright hair stood out vividly amongst the dark group; Lupin; Kingsley; Mundungus Fletcher; Charlie; and Hagrid, who seemed to be cramped into a tiny corner and overshadowed them all.

Moody's magical eye followed her down the stairs, while his other eye was fixed on the small watch he'd pulled from his pocket.

"Don't start with me, Moody," she said, when he opened his mouth, "you're all early."

He frowned but couldn't deny she was right. "Fine," he growled, "you have the broomsticks?"

"I was supposed to get those?" she asked innocently. Moody glared. "Oh, don't look at me like that, I know you saw them in the closet."

Once again Moody grumbled but couldn't really say anything; he had, in fact, peaked through all her rooms with his magical eye and had found the broomsticks in the closet just as they were supposed to be.

"So," she said, clapping and smiling at them all wanly. "Let's get this party on the road, shall we? I'd like to get the thestrals out of my yard as soon as possible."

A few people chuckled, but she was rather serious about that last bit. It had been decided that her house was the safest place to hide the large creatures, and it had been awful. They kept trying to eat the neighbors' dog, and while Amanda didn't really like the yappy little thing, it would raise a lot of questions if the neighbors looked over to see their dog hanging in the air with a large chunk missing out of him.

Moody, in true paranoid fashion – and who could blame him after what had happened during the Triwizard tournament – insisted on casting the Disillusionment Charm on everyone instead of letting them do it themselves. There was some teasing but it wasn't worth it to get Moody riled up so they just stood still while he worked.

And then they were off, each of them on an old broomstick, or, as was the case of Bill and Tonks, upon the two black winged thesterals. Hagrid rode the giant motorbike Sirius had built and its roaring filled the night.

They had chosen Amanda's place to start because it actually wasn't all that far from where Harry was living. And at the swift pace Moody was pushing them at they arrived in just under half an hour.

They landed on the neatly manicured back lawn and Amanda smiled with some satisfaction when the motorbike completely ruined a patch of tulips. Figures popped back into sight, slightly dishelved from the wind, as their Disillusionment Charms lifted.

Amanda jumped off her broom and shifted into a large wolf, completely white save for one long black scar stretching across her stomach and chest. Out of all of them she was the only Animagus, so naturally she would be the one to scout the area.

She was about to race off to do her job quickly but before she could Moody tackled her with what seemed to be a large blanket covered in a strange powder. It made her sneeze. Amanda growled and glared at Moody resentfully but slinked off anyways when he shooed her, disappearing into a neighbors hedge.

She kept low to the ground and crept through various yards, trying to sniff out the Death Eaters they hoped wouldn't be lurking around. She didn't stay out long, just long enough to circle the block on either side before rushing back to Harry's house. If she hadn't been in a rush she would have realized the error in judgment she had made by rushing into a house full of fifteen paranoid wizards.

As it was, Amanda found herself skidding to a stop with fifteen wands pointing at various parts of her body. She rolled her eyes.

"Alright, alright," she said quickly, throwing her hands up, "who wants to ask a question so I can prove who I am?"

"What did Sirius leave for you in his will?" Remus asked, looking slightly amused by her gesture.

"A knife."

"And the note?"

"'Kill the bastard,'" she said, wondering if Sirius had perhaps meant Snape as well.

"Sounds good to me," Remus said, pocketing his wand. Moody, however, kept it pointing at her, now glaring.

"That's not Amy," he growled.

"You have got to be kidding me," Amanda snapped.

"Look at her, she doesn't have that necklace. Amy always has her necklace."

Amanda winced and put a hand to her throat, as if reaching for comfort from the object she'd thrown away.

"She doesn't have it anymore," Charlie said angrily, shoving Moody's arm down. "She got rid of it during Dumbledore's funeral so put your bloody wand down."

"Anymore pointless questions?" Amanda asked coldly.

"I've got one," Harry said. "Why're you all covered in soot?"

"I don't know. You want to explain that one, Moody?"

"You were practically glowing out there, whit doesn't really blend in."

"Right, er, I've got one more question." Harry said. "Maybe the Death Eaters won't know which secure house I'm going to at first, but won't it be sort of obvious once sixteen of us fly off towards Tonks's parents'?"

"Ah," said Moody, "I forgot to mention the key point. Sixteen of us won't be flying to Tonks's parents'. There will be eight Harry Potters moving through the skies tonight, each of them with a companion, each pair heading for a different safe house."

Moody now pulled out the key ingredient to their plan, a bottle of what appeared to be mud. It was, in fact, Polyjuice potion, specially made by Amanda not two days prior. Obviously Harry knew what it was as well.

"No!" he said loudly. "No way!"

"I told them you'd take it like this," said Hermione, somewhat smugly.

"If you think I'm going to let seven people risk their lives –!"

"– because it's a first time for all of us," said Ron.

"This is different, pretending to be me –"

"Well, none of us really fancy it, Harry," said Fred earnestly. "Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever."

Amanda grimaced at the thought and made a face at Fleur behind her back. Fleur had refused to be transformed as Harry unless Amanda agreed to do it too, the original plan had been for Charlie to take it and Amanda to guard him.

"You can't do it if I don't cooperate; you need me to give you some hair."

Amanda rolled her eyes.

"Well that's a plan scuppered," said George. "Obviously there's no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate."

"Yeah, fifteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic; we've got no chance," said Fred.

"Funny," said Harry, "really amusing."

"If it has to come to force, then it will," growled Moody. "Everyone here's overage, Potter, and they're all prepared to take the risk."

Mundungus shrugged and grimaced, earning himself a glare from Moody's magical eye.

"Let's have no more arguments. Time's wearing on. I want a few of your hairs, boy, now."

"But this is mad, there's no need –"

"No need!" snarled Moody. "With You-Know-Who out there and half the Ministry on his side? Potter, if we're lucky he'll have swallowed the fake bait and be planning to ambush you on the thirteenth, but he'd be mad not to have a Death Eater or two keeping an eye out, it's what I'd do. They might not be able to get a hold of you or this house while your mothers charm holds, but it's about to break and they know the rough position of the place. Our only chance is to use decoys. Even You-Know-Who can't split himself into eight."

Harry continued to glare murderously and defiantly at them all. But it didn't really matter anymore. While Moody had been making his speech Amanda had moved around to stand behind him and was now clutching a fistful of his hair.

"Hey!" he yelled, trying to jerk away.

"Rip it out now, Potter, or I will do it for you," she said, the threat obvious in her frosted voice.

With all of their eyes on him and Amanda's hand still clutching his hair, Harry reached up and pulled a hank of hair out.

"Good," said Moody, limping forward and holding out the flask of potion.

A sudden image of Harry knocking the potion to the ground popped into Amanda's head and she froze, not letting him step towards it.

"And Harry," Amanda said, her hand now gripping his shoulder. "We brought extra, just incase."

He scowled, informing her that he had indeed been planning to get rid of the potion, and reluctantly dropped the hair into the potion, which immediately began to froth and bubbled before turning into a clear gold.

"Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry," said Hermione. She blushed madly and added, "Oh, you know what I mean – Goyle's potion looked like boogies."

"That's a pleasant image," Amanda said dryly, before moving to take her place with the others.

"Right then, fake Potters line up over here, please," said Moody.

His instruction was quite unnecessary, however, as Amanda, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Fleur had already lined up besides Harry's Aunt's gleaming sink. Amanda viciously hoped someone would hurl in it, before realizing that it would most likely be her, considering how often she had been hurling lately.

"We're one short," said Lupin.

"Here," said Hagrid, lifting Mundungus by the collar and dropping him beside Fleur, who promptly moved to stand between Fred and George. Amanda couldn't blame her, Mundungus was a cowardly man, and he often stank.

"I've todjer, I'd sooner be a protector," said Mundungus.

Amanda was glad he wasn't, she doubted he's be able to protect anybody.

"Shut it," growled Moody. "As I've already told you, you spineless worm, any Death Eaters we run into will be aiming to capture Potter, not kill him. Dumbledore –" Amanda flinched "– always said You-Know-Who would want to finish Potter in person. It'll be the protectors who have got the most to worry about, the Death Eaters'll want to kill them."

Mundungus didn't look particularly reassured but Moody was already handing out cups of the potion.

"Altogether, then…"

As one they drank, and as one they all grimaced as the disgusting potion hit their throats. Their skin bubbled and shifted like hot wax, and Amanda felt the curious sensation of her hair shooting back into her skull. Ron, Fred, and George were shrinking; Hermione and Mundungus shooting upwards to match Harry's height.

A sudden burning in Amanda's stomach had her doubling over in pain, praying she hadn't somehow screwed up the potion. She had followed the exact instructions for once, blocking out all the advice Severus had drilled into her head when they were students.

But no one else looked to be in pain, ad after a moment it passed. It appeared only the Weasleys, Charlie, Bill and Arthur, had noticed her episode, and she shrugged, not really knowing what had happened. Moody was already loosen=ing the ties to the sacks he had brought with him, and straightened up to see seven Potter's watching him with interest.

"Wow – we're identical!" said Fred and George together.

"I dunno, though, I think I'm still better-looking," said Fred.

"Bah," said Fleur, checking herself in the microwave door, "Bill, don't look at me – I'm 'ideous."

Amanda looked at Fleur and Fred, who was examining himself in a tea kettle, with bewilderment. Why were they struggling to see themselves in semi-reflective kitchen implements when all they had to do to see what they looked like was to look at Harry or one another?

"Those whose clothes are a bit roomy, I've got smaller here," said Moody, indicating the first sack, "and vice versa. And don't forget the glasses, there's six pairs in the side pocket. And when you're dressed, there's luggage in the other sack."

"I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo," said Ron, looking at his/Harry's bare chest.

"Harry, your eyesight really is awful," said Hermione, as she put on glasses.

Amanda felt a bit sorry for Harry, as they had all just stripped and examined his body shamelessly, but then she was reminded that she was no a man rather forcefully and al thoughts of pity were forced from her mind.

Ron had been jerking a robe out of the sack and it had finally come lose, with the added effect that Ron's elbow had shot back into Amanda's now male genitalia.

"Oooh," Amanda groaned, instantly bending over at the never before felt area of pain.

"Oh blimey," said Ron, stepping back hurriedly to watch her double over. "Sorry, Fred."

"Wrong," she groaned. "Significantly older and more feminine… usually."

"Oh god, Professor," he said, instantly looking apologetic, the slightly smug smile vanishing.

"Stop molesting Harry, Amy," Charlie teased. "He's a bit young for you, don't you think?"

"I'm going to kill you Charlie," she hissed, "but first I'm going to kick you… several times… in the crotch of course."

"Harsh, Amy, that hurts right here," he joked, placing a hand over his heart.

"Right," said Moody, staring at the eight Harrys that now faced him. "The pairs are as follows: Mundungus will be traveling with me, by broom –"

"Why'm I with you?" grunted the Harry nearest to the door.

"Because you're the one that needs watching," growled Moody. "Arthur and Fred –"

"I'm George," said the twin at whom Moody was pointing. "Can't you even tell us apart when we're Harry?"

"Sorry, George –"

"I'm only yanking your wand, I'm Fred really –"

"Enough messing around!" snarled Moody. "The other one – George or whoever you are – you're with Remus. Miss Delacour –"

"I'm taking Fleur on a thestral," said Bill. "She's not that fond of brooms."

Amanda was secretly glad; the Death Eaters would most likely assume Harry was on a broom so Fleur should be safe, especially if she was with Bill.

"Miss Granger with Kingsley, again by thestral – "

"And you and me Ron!" said Tonks brightly, knocking over a mug tree as she waved.

Ron looked decidedly less pleased with his protector than Hermione had.

"And Amy with Charlie," Moody growled, before anyone else could interrupt.

"An' you're with me, Harry? That all righ'?" said Hagrid, looking a little anxious. "We'll be on the bike, brooms and thestrals can't take me weight, see. Not a loto' room on the seat with me on it, though, so you'll be in the sidecar."

"That's great," said Harry, though Amanda suspected he wasn't being entirely truthful.

"We think the Death Eaters will expect you to be on broom," said Moody, who seemed to also have picked up on Harry's half truth. "Snape's had plenty of time to tell them everything about you he's never mentioned before, so if we do run into any Death Eaters, we're betting they'll choose one of the Potters who look at home on a broomstick.

"All right then," he continued, tying the three sacks tightly, "I make it three minutes until we're supposed to leave. No point in locking the back door, it won't keep any Death Eaters out when they come looking… Come on…"

They trudged into the back garden quickly and separated into their groups and started to get ready. Amanda straddled her broom and then glared at it, she really wasn't much of a flyer. Charlie, seeing her expression, chuckled.

"It's not going to eat you," he said.

Amanda glared but that only renewed his laughter.

"That glare really doesn't work on Harry's face," he added.

"You had better not die," she said suddenly, "I still have to kill you for earlier."

"Well," he said lightly, "I'd give you a kiss and tell you everything was going to be alright, but that'd be kinda weird while you look like that."

"I don't see why," she said, feigning thoughtfulness. "I thought you liked this kind of thing? Or is Harry not man enough for you? I'm gonna tell Harry you think he's a pansy."

"You wouldn't," he said.

"Oi! Fake Harrys! Charlie thinks you're all pan –!"

"If I come back without mine would that be a problem?" Charlie growled, his hand pressed firmly around her mouth.

Moody glared and rolled his eyes but for once didn't say anything about their behavior.

"All right then," said Moody, for once ignoring them. "Everyone ready, please; I want us all to leave at exactly the same time or the whole point of the diversion's lost."

Everybody mounted their brooms. Amanda tried to make it look like she wasn't completely unused to brooms but the smirk on Charlies' face informed her that she was failing horribly. Beside them, Hagrid kicked the motorbike into life, it roared like a dragon.

"Good luck, everyone," shouted Moody. "See you all in about an hour at the Burrow. On the count of three. One… Two… THREE."

The motorbike roared even louder than before, if that were possible, and not even the sudden rush of wind from launching into the air drowned it out. There was one, fleeting, moment of peace, where they all shot into the sky, higher and higher.

And then one, fleeting, moment where they were surrounded. Cloaks flapping and hoods covering their faces the Death Eaters hung for a moment like ghosts in the night, floating eerily silent and having appeared out of no where.

And then all hell broke lose. People screamed and green light flashed from every direction. Amanda felt Charlie pushing her gently whilst firing off his own spells, trying to herd them away from the group. She obliged, shooting upwards as fast as she could and pulling out her wand, praying that her magic would work properly.

Two other pairs had broken away and were speeding into the night and Harry was shouting while Hagrid sped them away from the chaos. Several Death Eaters were right on top of Tonks and Ron, too close for the pair to escape. So far her and Charlie seemed to be relatively unnoticed, but not for long.

"Expelliarmus!"

That did it. The move was practically Harry's signature, if that didn't make the Death Eaters think she was the real Harry nothing would. She was right. No less than five Death Eaters began to follow them, and Amanda was suddenly thankful for Charlies Quidditch abilities, because they were suddenly showered with curses.

The pair sped away as fast as they could, climbing higher and higher as they went. Charlie shot curses of his own back behind them and Amanda joined him, but with limited success. It seemed sheer luck that her last move had worked, her magic had stopped working again. She cursed and switched her focus to just dodging the spells sent their way.

Aside from the possibility of imminent death, it wasn't all that bad. The Death Eaters were falling behind and they weren't all tat far away from the safe house now, Amanda was beginning to think that they might actually make it without injury.

"This is easier than I thought it'd be," Charlie shouted, sliding up next to her.

But, of course, you should never say things like that, because that's when everything goes wrong.

A black robed figure appeared, materializing from nothingness as if he were the Grim Reaper himself. Purple sparks flew from his wand, impossibly fast, and collided with them both. Blood spattered everywhere and fell like red rain to the ground below. The wounds were shallow, luckily so, but they bled profusely, staining their clothes and coating the handles of their broomsticks.

Amanda sent her own fireball behind her, hoping to prevent an attack from both fronts, but the flame was weak, and only managed to ignite the robes of the Death Eaters, causing only a momentary distraction.

The pair, now bloodied and surrounded, hadn't stopped; they were far too close to the end to even think about it. They barreled past the Death Eater that had appeared in front of them at full sped, and for a moment it looked as if they had lucked out, his spell had shot past them, but then the air exploded.

Charlie flew from his broomstick and Amanda dove. Ungracefully but fast, and just well enough to be able to catch Charlie's arm as it whooshed passed. The added dead weight threw her off balance and sent them careening into a wild nose dive, crashing down into the trees. Branches and limbs tore at them or snapped under their combined weight until at last they crashed to the ground.

Amanda didn't wait for the daze from their landing to wear of, instead she crawled to were Charlie had landed, practically throwing herself across his chest in her hast. He was breathing, still unconscious and bleeding, but breathing. They needed help though, that much was obvious. She knew they couldn't be far from the barrier; she'd been able to see the safe house before they'd crashed. If they hadn't already entered it then it must only be a few yards out.

Amanda grabbed Charlies limp form, hauled him onto her back, and took off running. Or at least, she tried to, Harrys' body really wasn't made to carry a larger body through trees and creeks, and she spent most of the time slipping or sliding and picking herself out of the mud. But she couldn't stop to see if the Death Eaters were following them, so she just kept moving.

Amanda felt herself start to change, her hair was growing back out with a prickling sensation; her feet were sliding in the shoes so she kicked them off; her eyesight started to blur but she didn't have a hand to take the glasses off.

"Still running I see," said a slick voice from just behind her.

Amanda whipped around, throwing the glasses away and pulling out her wand. She glared into the smug face of none other then Severus Snape. He looked just as she remembered him, not that her dreams would ever let her forget. But his eyes lacked even the glimmer of warmth they had held for her, now he just looked cold and smug.

All at once the burning returned to her abdomen and her face twisted from anger into pain. Her knees gave out and she hit the ground at the same time as her wand. It was so much worse this time. Burning, grinding, twisting, as her forehead pressed into the dirt she could feel it all under the skin of her stomach.

She couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything except stare at his boots and pray that he would kill her over taking her back for information. She was effectively at his mercy.

She didn't see him raise his wand towards her, but she did see the silver crackle that spread to just in front of her face. Amanda gasped in relief; she had made it inside of the barrier, barely; Charlie was safe, she was safe, Severus couldn't get to either of them.

Another wave of relief hit her when she heard Charlies frantic voice, he was alright.

"Amy!" she heard him squelch through the mud towards them. "What did you do to her, you bastard?"

She couldn't see it but she could well imagine the irritated look on Severus's face as he flicked the barrier again, sending a crackling wave of silver shooting outwards again.

"I have done nothing, Weasley," he said dryly, accusation coating every word thickly. "I don't have to, with her, she manages to injure herself quite well on her own."

"Shut up," Charlie growled, his hand was on her back comfortingly and he was kneeling beside her.

"Defending her? Tsk, tsk Weasley," Severus sneered, "I thought even you would be smart enough not to waste your time with something as worthless as that."

Amanda felt her heart clench painfully, worse even than the pain that had her face first in the mud at his feet.

"But then again," Severus continued, "I guess she wasn't completely useless, she was… ever so willing in bed."

Amanda gasped and she heard Charlie growl, the hand on her back clenching into a fist. But Severus wasn't finished.

"And the sounds she makes, she can scream quite loud, when she's properly motivated."

"You sick son of a -"

"Charlie." she gasped, stopping him from launching himself at Severus. "Don't... he's goading you..."

"That's right," Severus sneered, "I'd almost forgotten about your little mind trick. I guess that explains why you're getting so worked up, Weasley, has she got you into thinking you love her? Or that she isn't quite as annoying as she seems? Or maybe you just wish it was you that she was screaming for."

"ENOUGH!" Charlie shouted, standing so only the barrier and a few inches separated their noses. "She hasn't tricked me into anything. I love her because she's the most intelligent and bravest woman I have ever had the fortune to meet! And if she has a single fault, it is only that she's kind and trusting enough to put up with slime balls like you because she feels sorry for you."

Charlie... she thought, Charlie... loves... me? Not possible. The men above her seemed to have forgotten that she was there. But Charlie hadn't quite finished.

"It's people like you who are worthless because you can't even realize a great thing when you have it, and instead you have to put down anyone with an once of decency to make your own life seem worthwhile."

"Ah," Severus said coldly, "so she has got you thinking you're in love."

"I know I love her," Charlie said quietly. "I have loved her from the first smile I saw cross her face. And the only reason I stood by and remained silent was because she deserved someone better, I wish I had known she had a poisonous snake like you dodging her every move." His last words were spoken with such disgust and hate that it was a wonder that venom wasn't leaking from between his teeth.

It was too much, too much pain, too much confusion. Amanda's exhausted mind shut down, pulling her all too willing body with it into oblivion.

So this was a long one… and Charlie got a bit corny… and it's been a really long time since I last updated. Does anyone remember the good old days when I updated almost every other day? I miss those days… Anyways, thank you for the reviews and for sticking with me even though it's been more than a week (maybe two) since my last chapter. You guys are awesome!

Ok, so I told my dad I would eviscerate him if he touched my pc again, and he said that "there would be none of that in the house" what kind of reply is that?!

If I ever write another one of these it's going to be SO much shorter.

And yeah, she does get hurt a lot, and it's gonna happen maybe two… three more times. Aside from random scraps and bruises, but those really don't count. Wow I had a lot to say, and I'm rambling… BYE!!!!