It took heck of a lot of effort to stop Perenelle from storming over to Malfoy Manor and castrating Mr Malfoy. In the end Harry wasn't even sure if it was worth it.

" He shot a curse at you! " She fumed. " Who does he think he is?! " Harry nodded absentmindedly while packing his books into his trunk.

" And abandoning his son because he's a squib? I haven't seen that type of behaviour since the 1900s! " He was definitely reconsidering his decision now. (But honestly, even now she was still playing the "600 years-old card")

" Is that what they meant by 'our kind' " Harry asked. Perenelle's gaze softened. "Wizards and witches? His son, Draco, asked me that in Madam Malkin's—if my parents were 'our kind'. "

She sat down beside him, the bed shifting with her weight. Taking his hand, she said, " There are certain purebloods, like the Malfoys, who believe muggles, muggleborns—generally those who may not be as 'pure' as them—are below them. " She sighed, tracing his palm with the tip of her finger. " There are so many things wrong with that, I don't even know where to begin. "

Harry nodded. He had covered this in his etiquette lessons with Nicolas. While he knew there were prejudices against muggleborns, he didn't expect it to be so bad.

" It's a load of rubbish, " She stated. Then she grabbed his hand, clenching it tightly. "Harry, listen to me. " He frowned at the sudden change in her tone. He'd never heard her sound so serious before.

" Be careful around Albus Dumbledore, " she warned him. " Watch what you say—what you do—around him. Nicolas trusts him, but something's...not quite right about that man. "

Harry nodded, not knowing what to say. It was rare for Perenelle and Nicolas to fight about something. They were a team, always on the same page. But from how Perenelle was talking, Harry wasn't sure if they were even in the same book.

She sighed. " You won't understand at first, but soon you'll see. " She smiled and got up, signalling the end of the conversation. Brushing her skirt down, she said, " Dinner is in an hour. " Harry glanced over to his dresser beside his bed, where his Hogwarts letter lay unassumingly.

There were times when Harry was grateful he wasn't claustrophobic. Like now, for example.

It was pitch black, the dark walls of earth completely surrounding him. His heartbeat pounded in his ears and he took comfort in the steady beat.

Harry closed his eyes, trying to focus on keeping the walls of rock and earth around him. He took a deep breath, steeling himself.

Right on queue, cobbles the size of his head struck at him from all sides. The walls shook from the impact as dust rained down around him.

Another wave came-this time stronger and he grinded his teeth together and wove another layer of rocks around him.

The third wave made small, hairline cracks form on the layers of rock and earth, which grew into larger fractures with every hit.

At the fifth hit he dropped his shields. His shoulders sagged in exhaustion and he practically dragged himself to a bench.

Kaia handed him a bottle of water sympathetically.

" You're a slave driver, " he groaned in between gulps of water. " You know that, right?"

" You did ask me to work you to the bone. " She pointed out, sipping her own water. She leaned against the bench.

" Yeah, well I was young and disillusioned, " he defended. " I didn't think you'd take it seriously! "

" Consider this a lesson learned then. " Kaia quipped. " This is our last practice before you go to Hogwarts anyway, so you'll have a lot of time to rest. "

" What's Hogwarts like? Did my mum tell you anything about it? " He asked, shifting to face her. He winced as he his joints ached in protest.

" Well she did say it was somewhere in Scotland. And something about ghosts. I can't really remember. " She admitted and Harry tried not to let his disappointment show on his face. Nicolas and Perenelle went to Beaxbatons so they could only tell him as much as Kaia could.

" I bet you'll miss me, " he teased, changing. " You'll be so bored without me around. "

Kaia rolled her eyes. " Actually, I'm excited. The first peace and quiet I've had in 5 years. " she said dryly. Then her eyes glinted. " I might go sightseeing. Greece is lovely this time of year. "

Harry looked at her in horror. Greece was practically filled with magical creatures—everything from Acromatulas to Thestrals could be found in Greece

He'd been begging her for a visit since he turned ten, and found out that Dryads had a way with animals. Harry had once seen Kaia having tea with a Centaur.

Kaia straightened, looking Harry dead in the eyes. " You better practice while you're at Hogwarts. " She told him sternly.

Harry raised his hand, saluting her with a sharp, " Yes sir! "

Harry sat on the grand staircase of Flamel manor, absentmindedly stroking the feathers of the snowy white owl that perched next to him. Hedgwig was a late present from Nicolas, according to him at least. Harry suspected that it was out of guilt for leaving him alone in Madam Malkins.

Hedgwig squeaked, shaking him off and ruffling her feathers as Harry's hand slowed. He smiled down at her. " You're a bossy one, aren't you? " She squawked in what he imagined to be indignance.

" Are you ready? " He turned to see Kaia walking down the stairs, a reminiscent look on her face.

He nodded. " Just waiting for Perenelle and Nicolas. " He checked his watch. It was only ten o'clock.

He jumped at a loud slam, Perenelle and Nicolas emerging from the large oak doors in front of him. Judging from the sour look on their faces, the talk hadn't gone well.

Perenelle smiled as soon as she saw him. She rushed over to him and pulled him into a tight embrace. " I can't believe you're leaving, " she sniffed.

She let him go after a few seconds, much to Harry's relief and reluctance. Beside him, Nicolas patted his head, smiling down fondly at him. She frowned as she saw the time. " We better be going soon, or we'll miss the Portkey. "

Harry ran to Kaia, burying his face into her dress—which was a very different (and much more normal) from the leaf dress he first met her in—almost knocking her back a step.

" I'll miss you! " He said, his voice muffled.

She patted his head comfortingly. " I'll be here when you come back. "

" I'll write to you. "

" You better, or I'll have to go to Hogwarts myself. "

Harry chuckled and went to stand with Nicolas and Pernelle. Nicolas raised a wide circular, metal band and they grabbed onto it.

" Don't forget to practice! " Kaia yelled out, and he barely got in a shout of agreement before they were whisked away.

Harry sat in the Hogwarts Express, leisurely reading one of the books Kaia gave him.

Hogwarts Express looked very much like one of the train sets Dudley had, only better. If Harry focused, he could see the magic running through the train-powering up the engines, coating its walls.

Then the door opened and a familiar shiny head popped in. " Harry Potter, " Mini Gabriel grinned lazily. " I've been looking for you. " He closed the door, leaning against it

" My father told me to stay away from you. " He stated plainly. Harry fought the urge to shrug. Nicolas had drilled Pureblood etiquette into him for weeks in preparation for 'stuck-up Purebloods'.

" Maybe he doesn't like me? " Obviously. He had almost cursed him after all.

Mini Gabriel shook his head. " There's more to it than that. " He looked him up and down, assessing him. Harry supposed he passed when he opened his mouth, saying, " You're a potential ally, or at the very least, a connection. It would be a waste to avoid you. "

Harry's eyes grew wide. Didn't the Malfoys sound like a fun bunch? He settled on a shrug. Etiquette be damned.

" Well, he did almost get into a fight with my Dad. " He reminded Mini Gabriel. The boy shot him a look. " I must've pissed him off really badly. "

" Maybe.." Mini Gabriel mused, before frowning suddenly."That man was your father?"

" He's a distant relative. He adopted me when I was young. " Harry recited. He'd practiced this with Nicolas and Perenelle earlier. Both of them agreed that it would be very very bad if anyone found out who adopted him. " He's technically my Uncle but I've always seen him as my father. "

He opened his book, expecting the blonde to leave now that the conversation was over.

" What are you reading? " Harry looked over to see Mini Gabriel still in the compartment and now sitting down on the seat opposite him.

" A book. "

" Obviously. " He sneered. He rolled his eyes and crossed him arms, looking so sullen Harry felt bad.

" It's about Magical Creatures, mostly the XXXX ones. " He offered. " It's by Densys Humphkin. "

Mini Gabriel straightened. " XXXX? Where in Merlin's name did you find a whole book on XXXX creatures? The most information on them is strictly regulated by the Ministry! Even Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find them doesn't have a lot of info on them." He cocked his head to the side. " Well..not anything really useful at least. "

" My Dad gave it to me. It's from our family library," he boasted. Because yes, Harry was proud of his library and he would boast about it as much as he liked.

Mini Gabriel opened his mouth when the compartment door burst open, stopping him from saying anything.

Three people entered. The first, a pretty, blue-eyed girl, followed by two bulky boys. Compared to her companions, the girl practically strided into the compartment, while the two boys lagged behind her. She stopped in front of Malfoy, arms crossed and barely sparing Harry a glance.

" Malfoy. " She almost growled. Mini Gabriel only smirked. " We've been through this whole train twice before I noticed your little spell! "

" Apologies, Greengrass. I was just chatting with Harry Potter here, " He boasted and Harry felt like a first prize trophy on display when they all swivelled to face him.

The girl looked him up and down, before dismissing him with a sniff of her nose as she sat down beside Draco. Harry was immediately sandwiched by the two boys who sat on either side of him. He would've called her rude, but a part of him found it refreshing that someone care about the great and glorious Harry Potter.

He glared at the smug boy across him. " You spelled the doors?! " He grumbled, his exasperation growing by the second as Mini Gabriel shrugged slightly.

" I didn't want anyone overhearing us. " He said simply.

Harry gave him a look. " Besides, it's not like it was strong, " Mini Gabriel defended. " Daphne managed to break it. "

The girl—Daphne Greengrass, Harry assumed,from the infamous Sacred 28, of course —shot a light stinging hex at him, smirking as he hissed from the pain.

Rolling her eyes at Mini Gabriel's yowl of pain, she looked at Harry pointedly. " Daphne Greengrass, and those two are Crabbe and Goyle. "

" Harry Potter. "

" The one and only? " She questioned with a slight lift of her eyebrow.

Harry frowned. " Are there more? "

" Only around a few hundred more. "

Harry nearly dropped his book in surprise. " You're joking. "

" That's the price of fame, I'm afraid. "

Harry groaned, knocking his forehead lightly on the book with a thump. " I don't suppose it's too late to change my name to Harold? "

" Not unless you want everyone else to change theirs too, " Mini Gabriel quipped.

The expression of horror on his face made the whole compartment burst into laughter, and he found himself following.

Daphne Greengrass and Mini Gabriel seemed to click well together.

Mini Gabriel seemed relaxed around her in a way he wasn't around Harry or even Crabbe and Goyle. The same went for Daphne as well.

All in all, the four wannabe Slytherins didn't seem so bad—at least Daphne and Mini Gabriel. Harry wasn't sure about Crabbe and Goyle; he hadn't heard them utter a single sentence since the train ride began.

" What house do you think you'll be in? " Daphne asked him as she tore open a wrapper of a chocolate frog.

" He doesn't know, " Draco answered for him before he could even open his mouth. He tore his own wrapper off, before wordlessly exchanging his card with Daphne's chocolate frog.

Harry watched them with interest. They seemed to know each other well. Then realisation struck. Malfoy and Greenngrass were purebloods! Of course! Purebloods hung around each other—only each other. They were probably childhood friends.

Daphne sniffed disdainfully as she saw her cards and tosssed one aside on the seat, pocketing the other. Harry could see the picture of Albus Dumbledore, looking annoyed at his treament before leaving the portrait.

" Don't you have any preference, at least? "

" Well..Slytherin doesn't seem so bad, " Harry lied. Well not really lied, it really didn't seem that bad, he just found the constant manipulations and schemes tiring. Honestly, it sounded exhausting.

Mini Gabriel leaned forward, excited at the idea of Harry joining his house, and Daphne looked at him closely.

" I don't peg you as a Slytherin. " She admitted and Mini Gabriel frowned at her. " You seem more like a Ravenclaw. "

" Ravenclaw? " Mini Gabriel and Harry said together. " Why? If anything I'd say Gryffindor."

" You're so basic Malfoy. Of course you would think the Boy-Who-Lived is a Gryffindor."

Mini Gabriel seemed offended. " I mean it is in his blood! His whole family's in Gryffindor! "

" Basic. "

" I am not! "

Daphne looked him over as if he were a bug and Harry prayed he wouldn't ever be the object of her gaze. Especially if she looked like that.

" You're childish too. "

He turned to Harry, silently asking for his opinion.

" Honestly, Malfoy I'll have to side with Greengrass on this one " Mini Gabriel looked at him like he just ate his pet.

She smirked. " Please, call me Daphne. "

" Then you should call me Harry. "

" Harry, I insist you call me Draco! We have known each other longer than Greengrass, it's only proper. " Mini Gabriel demanded, slipping into Pureblood Heir mode.

" I don't know Malfoy, " Mini Gabriel's face fell only slightly. Harry's eyes sparkled with mischief. " If you insist.."

He offered his hand, smiling as Draco shook it, his chest puffed up like a peacock. " Happy now, Draco? "

Harry leaned back in his seat. He wasn't naive enough to think they were real friends, they were Slytherins in the making. And yet as Daphne flashed him a small smirk, he couldn't help but return it with his own.

Maybe some day.

Harry, who had finally reached the chapter on on Centaurs, looked up from his book as a voice rang through the train.

" We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately. "

His stomach lurched with nerves, but Daphne and Draco seemed completely at ease. Draco flicking non existent dust off his collar as Daphne brushed her skirt down. She got up daintily, running her hands down the sleeves of her robes.

" Are you ready? " She asked him, half-way to the door.

Harry could only nod.

They exited the compartment one by one, Crabbe and Goyle lumbering behind them like bodyguards from a muggle movie. Harry tucked his book under his arm as they joined the crowd thronging the corridor.

The train slowed right down and finally stopped. Harry bit his lip nervously, pushing his way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform.

" Would you stop that? " Draco nudged him, pulling his arms around him before glaring at Harry. " You're a wizard. Hogwarts is practically your birthright. " Draco shivered visibly, pulling his cloak around him tighter.

Harry gave him a small smile, but Draco was already pulling him forward, muttering under his breath about how cold it was.

A lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, and Harry heard a booming voice.

" Firs' years! Firs' years over here! " A tall man—the tallest Harry had ever seen—yelled, drowning out the chatter around him.

Daphne wrinkled her nose in disdain as she glanced him over. Harry could see why. His face was completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild tangled beard. You could barely make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under the light.

" Who is that? " She pointed out. Draco looked him over, mouth twitching downwards.

" My father told me about him. He's sort of a servant. " Daphne sneered at the word 'servant'.

Giggling softly, she quipped, " He does look like one, doesn't he? "

Harry frowned. Draco nodded in agreement. " I heard he's a sort of savage-lives in a hut and stumbles around Hogwarts drunk off his head. "

" Well, I heard he was nice. " Harry interrupted. Daphne looked scandalised, and Draco stared him down, only looking away when Harry's glare hardened.

Draco and Daphne, he decided as they followed the man down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path, strongly reminded him of Dudley at times.

It was dark on either side of them—so dark he thought there might be thick trees surrounding them—and yet Harry could still see the glances that Draco shot him.

He sighed, disturbing the silence. " I'm just saying he could be nice—useful even! " He said, trying to speak Slytherin or snobby-prick or whatever it was Purebloods spoke.

" Maybe. " He admonished begrudgingly.

" Still. " Daphne whispered in the dark. " He could at least get a haircut. "

Slipping and stumbling, they walked quietly. Neville, the boy who lost his toad, sniffed once or twice.

" Yeh'll get yer' firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec, " the man called over his shoulders, ' jus' round this bend here. "

There was a loud " Ooooh! "

The narrow path had opened up suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.

Air rushed into his lungs. " Hogwarts," he breathed.

" No more'n four to a boat! " The man called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Harry, Draco, and Daphne were followed into their boat by a small boy, who Harry was later introduced to as Theodore Nott.

" Everyone in? " Shouted the giant, who had a whole boat to himself. " Right then-FORWARD! "

And the fleet of boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.

Harry took a deep breath as they neared the castle, the air buzzing slightly with magic. He gasped in awe, ignoring the glance he got from daphne. How strong were the castle wards, he wondered, for him to feel it all the way from the lake?

Eventually, they flight of stone steps and crowded around a huge, oak door. The man raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the door.

The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and Harry's first thought was that this was not someone to cross. She reminded him of Kaia on a bad day.

" The firs' years, Professor McGonagall, " said the giant.

" Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here. "

They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right-the rest of the school must already be here-but Professor McFonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, and Harry leaned against the pillar for support as his head swam.

" Welcome to Hogwarts, " said Professor McGonagall. " Harry took a deep breath to steady himself while the professor gave her speech. Beside him, Malfoy examined the crowd and Daphne picked at her perfectly manicured nails. Between that and Malfoy's crisp robes and gelled down hair, Harry felt very out of place.

" The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school I suggest you smarten yourselves up as much as you can while waiting. "

Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville and the red-head beside him. Draco sniggered quietly as Harry nervously tried to flatten his hair.

She left the chamber. Harry swallowed thickly.

" How exactly do they sort us into houses? " He asked Draco.

" Father refuses to tell me. Mother says its a rite of passage or something. "

Professor Mcgonagall returned, and lined them up then lead them through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.

They were quiet as they walked in, some out of fear, but most, like Harry, couldn't tear their eyes off the velvety black sky dotted with stars illuminated by the thousands and thousands of candles floating in midair above them.

Harry forced himself to look away as McGonagall placed an old wizards hat on a stool.

It was old, and rnd frayed and extremely dirty and harry could not imagine what they could possibly use it for.

Then the hat opened its mouth and began to sing.

The song, a merry little tune, bellowed through the room and the whole hall erupted in applause.

" A singing hat. " Draco deadpanned. " Rite of passage, my arse! "

" Abbot, Hannah! "

The table on the right cheered and Daphne scofffed as the girl almost ran over.

" Boot, Terry! "

" RAVENCLAW! "

A Lavender Brown became the first Gryffindor and Milicent Bulstrode the first Slytherin. Daphne and Draco clapped politely only at the latter.

" Greengrass, Daphne "

She walked to the stool, placing the Hat on the stool with steady hands. The hat paused, but only for a second.

" SLYTHERIN! "

Daphne strode over to Slytherin, flashing Draco a smug smile on the way.

" Malfoy, Draco! "

Draco swaggered over to the stool. Harry wondered how they looked so calm. He felt like he was going to combust, the buzzing magic in the air making him feel restless. The hat didn't waste a second, barely touching the top of his head before it yelled,

" SLYTHERIN! "

Draco joined Crabbe and Goyle, who were only a few seats from Daphne, looking pleased with himself.

One by one, more and more names were called. Harry tensed as the hat called out a 'Pansy Parkinson'. He took a deep breath.

Then the hat called out " Harry Potter " and the whole hall went silent.

Harry made his way to the hat, ignoring the way whispers followed him. He sat on the stool, letting it flop over his eyes. He kept his eyes downcast, but they widened in surprise when he heard a faint voice whisper in the back of his mind.

" Hmm, " said a small voice in his ear. " Difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh my goodness, yes-and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting...So where shall I put you? "

Harry kept quiet, gripping the edges of the stool as the whispers increased tenfold for every second he the hat kept quiet. Anywhere's fine, he thought, cheeks slightly red.

" Anywhere, really? You don't have any preferences? "

Well, I mean, maybe not Slytherin. He glanced at the table decorated in green. None of the Slytherin's were smiling, most keeping a schooled expression while some out rightly glared at Harry. I don't think they like me very much and I don't really have the energy for House politics.

" Not Slytherin, eh? " Harry nodded. " Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin could help you on your way you way to greatness."

There's always more than one way to greatness.

" Touché, Harry Potter, but Slytherin is the most direct path. Not everyone has such potential, and in Slytherin you will flourish— "

A house isn't everything. If I really do have 'potential' I'd be great either way. Harry huffed lightly. This hat was stubborn.

" Well it looks like your friend was right Mr. Potter. " It chimed, before yelling, " RAVENCLAW! "

The whole room erupted in cheers, the table on the most right especially loud. If Harry squinted, he could see two Gryffindor redheads bent over each other for support bawling loudly.

He made his way to Ravenclaw's table, smiling as they waved them over. As he sat down at the end of the table, he caught Daphne's eye. She smirked and mouthing ' I told you so ' proudly. Harry grinned at her.

As soon as Harry turned back, people around him burst into chatter.

" You're in all my favourite books! "

" Did Dumbledore give you any advanced training? "

" How do you think you defeated the Dark Lord? It should be impossible, I mean if you think about it you should be dead—"

" All of you, shut up! Snape's been glaring, and I'd rather not lose points on the first day! " A third year hissed at them. Immediately, everything quietened, and Harry could feel the blood pooling in his cheeks when they settled on examining him.

" You don't look very heroic. Are you sure you're Harry Potter? " The boy beside him whispered.

" It's the robes, they don't really show off my abs. "

Silence ensued.

Worry started to pool in his stomach. Was he too blunt? He hadn't been around people his age since the orphanage, so he'd said the first thing that came to his mind. Then soft giggles escaped from a girl across him, and the first years around him were all laughing, only quieting down when the same third year snapped at them once more.

The bot snorted. " I'm Terry Boot. I just wanted to check you weren't stuck up or anything, being the Chosen One and all that. " Harry choked on his pumpkin juice. He knew that the general public liked to call him the Boy-Who-Lived but the Chosen One? Wasn't that a bit of an overkill?

" So what's it like? " Terry continued as he pierced a sausage with his fork. " Being the Boy-Who-Lived? "

Harry shrugged, his ears feeling hot as everyone around him listened with rapt attention. " Actually I don't really know. I was raised by muggles—my mum's sister—until one of my dad's uncles adopted me."

" Muggles?! " He exclaimed. " You lived in the muggle world? "

Harry nodded, taking a small sip out of his goblet. " Until I was nine. "

" I heard muggles can fly now, is that true? " A dark-haired girl looked at him curiously. Harry set down the fork that was already halfway to his mouth. "

" Yeah, but not on their own. Imagine brooms, but metal and much, much larger. " As he said this, several people glanced at him disbelievingly, though much larger group took in his words with wide eyes.

" How about—"

" Come on now, let's let Potter eat something more than pumpkin juice today, " A second year chastised.

The group immediately shushed, but Harry shivered at the way the girl's eyes glinted at him.

" Sorry. I'm Padma Patil. " She acquiesced, dipping her head slightly. " I'm pureblood, so I hope you can excuse my ignorance. "

Harry nodded, finally taking a bite out of his pot pie. Dinner continued peacefully, filtered with polite conversation. As soon as Dumbledore's speech was over, they were dismissed to their rooms.

Ravenclaw was located at the west side of the castle, guarded by a bronze, eagle-shaped knocker.

" What room do ghosts avoid? " It asked. The fifth-year reflects paused, then looked at each other, clearly puzzled.

A student, the same third year that scolded them at the feast, stepped forward.

"...Is it the living room. "

The knocker laughed and swung open. The perfect only sighed.

" Good job, Davies. " She said, shaking her head as she walked through the door.

The common room was decorated in shades of purple and blue. The tall, arched windows proudly displayed the clear night sky. There was a huge carpet in the centre of the room that looked soft enough to lie down on, and many couches and chairs, coupled with a few desks, that sat in front of a wall of books.

It was the ceiling that Harry liked the most. It was painted to match the sky, various constellations and planets drifting across the ceiling. Overall, the common room gave off relaxing vibe. Harry could already see himself sprawled next to the fire with a book open on his lap.

After a short welcome speech, they were sent to their dorms, with their trunks already at the foot of their beds. Harry's bed was smack dab in the middle, right between Terry Boot and Micheal Corner.

While Terry seemed content with their living arrangement, Micheal seemed disappointed, flashing a tall, spectacled boy called Stephen Cornfoot a reluctant shrug.

The beds were softer than his own at home, the sheets a nice, silky comforter that when added to the long train ride and full meal, sent Harry drifting off to sleep faster than ever.

A/N:eFirst actual update in a long time guys! Sorry for the long wait but I have been super busy with life and all that (which sucks) but hopefully this long chapter made it up to you guys. Feel free to check out my new fic, Crisis Averted! It's my first time writing a time travel fic, so I'd love some feedback.