Magic Will Find a Way
By: Ryu Katanna
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Chapter Seven
"Sleep well?" Owen asked as they started their stretches early one morning a few weeks after their visit to the Gentle Giants Petting Zoo.
They had spent the rest of their day with the babies in the petting zoo. Owen and the other handlers had all gotten a few good chuckles as they had watched the baby dinosaurs follow Harry around and try to get his attention. Harry had enjoyed himself even though he still disliked what he had seen when the children of the guests were allowed to interact with the dinosaurs. It rubbed him the wrong way to see the baby triceratops forced into giving rides to kids who kicked their sides like they were horses or to see the little gallimimuses being chased around their paddock.
There was no respect or care for the animal shown in those interactions, and it bothered him as he watched the parents ignore their children's behavior and just continue to take pictures. Yes, they were children, but it bothered him that the adults acted like it was alright. Some of them even encouraged it in an attempt to get a better picture. That behavior taught their children that what they were doing was okay. The handlers tried to manage it, but there had been too few of them to keep an eye on all of the children when the baby dinosaurs should have been their main priority.
Owen finally understood now what the sibilant hissing he had heard when Harry had interacted with the raptors was. Harry had explained that he was what was known to his people as a parselmouth when he had asked on their way home that night. It made some sense to him that Harry would be able to talk to the animals in the language of snakes since the dinosaurs on the island had all had gaps in their DNA filled with strands from other animals. Snakes were obviously one of them though Harry had told him that while the dinosaurs seemed to understand him, on some level, he didn't understand them nor have a conversation with them in the same way that he could with snakes.
Even so, Owen could tell that he did understand them in some way. He had seen enough of the kid's interactions with the raptors and the babies at Gentle Giants to know that much. Harry had also told him of his own theory after they had returned home that night. He had told Owen of how it had felt like his magic was reaching out to the animals. Owen still didn't really understand a whole lot about Harry's magic, but he did understand that whatever it was doing appeared to have a soothing effect on the dinosaurs he had interacted with so far.
"So much better than the sofa." Harry replied with a yawn as he joined him for their morning routine.
"Having your own bed and space will do that. You should look around online today. Find a few things for your room now that it's finished and you have furniture." Owen chuckled as Harry groaned at the thought of going shopping again.
"I already moved my things into my room. I don't need anything else." Harry replied as he thought about all the things he had already been given.
Harry's room had finally been completed the three days after their visit to the Petting Zoo, and they had both been surprised when they stepped inside. The room had been added onto the back of the bungalow to where the addition wasn't visible from the front, and though there wasn't a door that connected it into the main living area, it was instead accessible from outside. The glass doors of the room had a view out over the lake but still provided privacy in that no one could see into the room unless they walked around the side of the bungalow. The separate entrance had been a request from Harry who hadn't wanted Owen to feel like he was taking over all of the older man's space while Owen had considered it to be a way of providing both of them more privacy within the small living space.
It has taken a little over two weeks for the furniture Owen had ordered online to arrive, and they had spent the majority of Owens day off the day before to put everything together and set it all up. Harry's room now had a full-sized bed, end tables, a dresser for his clothes, a desk, a computer chair, a bookcase, and a cupboard to hold his books and anything else he wanted to used them for. Owen had ordered them online along with sheets, blankets, pillows, and blinds for the window and doors so Harry could practice his magic. Harry had balked at the cost, but Owen had just shaken his head as he'd ordered everything. The extra for shipping had been expected seeing as how they lived on an island.
"Your room is your space. You decorate it however you want." Owen suggested as he tried to ignore the way Harry shifted a bit uncomfortably.
He knew the kid had trouble letting Owen spend money on him for the things he needed, much less things he might want. He had enough of an idea of what Harry's home life had been like to know why that was as well. It was obvious to Owen that the kid was not used to an adult taking care of him and ensuring he had the things he needed. Harry was used to taking care of himself and not relying on anyone else.
He had seen enough of similar behaviors from himself and other kids during his time in foster care. Kids growing up in bad situations became used to the mentality that they were one their own. Those that didn't struggle gave up. It was a situation that either made you stronger or broke you.
Thankfully, Harry was one of the strong ones.
"I'm fine, really I am. I don't need anything else. You don't need to spend money on me." Harry replied a bit stiffly as his gaze flitted away from Owen.
"Hey. If it's about the money then that's something you don't need to worry about. I get paid well enough to take care of us both. Let me be the one to worry about money. If I think it's something you need, or if you want something then I'm going to get it for you, as long as it's reasonable. It's your space; so set it up whatever way feels most comfortable to you." Owen said firmly as he finished with his early morning routine to turn to pick up his water bottle and take a few swallows before continuing.
"You fourteen years old, Harry. You just worry about doing good with school, learning what you need for your future, and being a kid for now. I have to go over to the paddock for a few hours later, but I can help you look after breakfast. Sound alright?" He asked as Harry rose from his final push-up to grab his water and biting his lip as he glanced at Owen from under the black and blonde curl of his fringe.
"I have my own money... It's probably not worth much here since it's wizarding money, but the coins might still have some value. You've already done a lot for me." Harry said softly before looking up at the man when a steady hand came up to rest on his shoulder.
"Harry, it was my idea to take you in. Truthfully, I'll probably never understand your magic, and it does worry me sometimes. I don't know everything it can do, and I don't know that I want to know. Even so, I offered to adopt you. Your magic took it a step further and made you my son by blood. That makes me your father, and as your parent, it is my responsibility to take care of these things until you are of age and become legally responsible for yourself. Take the time to be a kid, Hadrian. You'll regret it when you're older if you don't." Owen said knowing that Harry would need the reassurance.
Harry was so used to taking care of himself and not having an adult to take care of him, and Owen knew it would take time for both of them to adjust to the change. He had started to settle more over the last two weeks, but Owen knew Harry would always be more mature than the average almost fifteen-year-old. Honestly, he was actually thankful for that. He knew Harry would be able to understand the necessity of hiding his magic and being careful when dealing with the animals on the island.
Owen was also starting to trust Harry's instincts when interacting with the animals. He had been watching him as he interacted with the girls the few days the teen had made the trip to see the raptors in the last few weeks. Harry treated them with respect and he had seen the raptors return that. He couldn't figure it out, but the girls had never snapped at the kid nor had they treated him like prey. He could see a bond between his girls and Harry every time the teen was at the paddock.
Owen had also noticed a subtle shift in their behavior toward himself as well since Harry's arrival. There had always been a certain amount of trust between him and his girls as their alpha, but it was like that trust had deepened. The shift was subtle, but when dealing with predators Owen knew he had to be both observant and consistently vigilant during his interactions with them. He had a theory as to what had brought on this new behavior, but he wanted to wait to test it.
"We can have a look at the money you have after we eat to see what it's worth here, but any money from that will be going into a bank account. That money will be for your future. You will not be able to use it until after you turn eighteen. Understand?" Owen said firmly so Harry would know that he would not be compromising on that.
"Okay. Can we go see the Rex on your next day off and the one that swims... The Mosaur?" Harry asked with a crease to his brow as he tried to remember what the name of the giant water predator was.
"The Mosasaur. We can see both of them next time if you want, and talk to their caretakers if they're available. I don't want you interacting with those two like you have with the others you've seen so far though." Owen replied as he led the way back up the stairs and into the bungalow with Harry following him.
"How can I find out if they will react to me like the raptors do if I can't get close?" Harry asked with a small frown knowing that Mr. Masrani wanted him to interact with the dinosaurs on the island, and while it was something that Harry enjoyed doing, he also felt like he owed it to the man after he'd given him the room and all the perks he had around the island.
"I'm not risking you getting killed. I don't care much for Masrani's interest in you as it is. The only reason I'm even allowing it is because you're interested and it could open doors for you later. You won't be put in any kind of danger until we have enough evidence to show that the other predators won't kill you, and probably not even then. You'll just have to be content seeing them from the other side of reinforced glass." Owen said gruffly as he grabbed a change of clothes from his room and Harry started boiling water for tea.
"So I can't really interact with any of the other predators besides the raptors?" Harry asked knowing that Owen was being protective by the tone he had spoken with.
He recognized it from when he had first stuck his arm through the bars at the raptor paddock those weeks ago, and admittedly every time since. While Harry was comfortable doing so with the raptors Owen had still made sure to be close by every time. The man held a great amount of affection for the girls, but he was still a bit leery of Harry interacting physically with them. It was those times Harry was reminded that the man really did care for his safety.
"You're not getting past the bars again even with the girls." Owen said before stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door to shower.
Harry huffed knowing that Owen wouldn't budge even if he argued with him. He knew that it would take time yet before the man would let him back into the paddock with Blue and the others, but he was determined to show him that Harry would be fine. He couldn't explain why, but he could feel it. Knowing that he would say no still hadn't stopped Harry from asking to go back into the paddock when he was there. As it was now the only thing he was allowed was to reach through the bars, and even that was only allowed when Owen or Barry were standing right next to him.
Something had happened the day when he had been dropped into that paddock.
There was something inside him that felt like it had shifted. He didn't know what it was, but he did know that it had something to do with whatever Voldemort had hit him with; with whatever the evil wizard had done that caused him to end up here. It had done more than sever his bond with Sirius when it had dropped him in this new reality. There was no other explanation he could think of. Not when his scar, which had always looked like a fresh wound, was healing. His magic had never felt so strong as it almost vibrated along his skin.
It was like a weight had been lifted, and Harry's magic finally felt... Right.
Harry didn't dare say anything to Owen. The man had already done so much for him. He even seemed to accept Harry's magic, but he could still sometimes see a wariness in the man's eyes when he spoke of magic. Oh, there was interest there too, but Harry knew that his magic worried Owen. If that worry was for Harry's safety from others finding out or what he could do; he still couldn't be sure. Something in the back of Harry's mind told him that even if his magic freaked Owen out he wouldn't be able to tell with the control the man had over himself.
Preparing his tea, Harry carried his cup with him as he walked back out of the door and around the corner of the porch until he came to the door of his room. He sipped his tea before placing it on top of his nightstand and turning to his dresser to pull out a fresh change of clothes and lay them on top. Looking around the room, Harry took a deep breath as he sat down on the corner of his bed.
He hadn't had a peaceful moment to really think about all of the changes in his life since the day he had arrived in this place. It had been like a whirlwind of activity and his mind still didn't feel like it was able to keep up. Owen had been a constant presence except for when he had stayed home while the man worked. Even then he hadn't truly been alone with all of the workers who had been building his room. Once they were gone Harry had been too busy researching career options and brushing up on muggle schooling.
'My room.' He thought with some wonder as he looked around at the bare walls that were brightly lit by the sunlight that was coming in through the windows that had the best view of the lake.
This was his room. A room that had been built just for him. A room that Owen wanted him to decorate. Harry sighed in relief that at least they weren't shopping at the visitor's center again today. At the same time, with Owen's reassurance, he started thinking about what he wanted to do.
Should he move the furniture around? What kind of things should he get? What should he put on the walls? Should he even put anything on the wall?
Harry's mind spun with questions. He had never had a room that was his own before. The cupboard under the stairs at his Aunt and Uncle's house didn't count, and neither did the small room he used at their house during summers after he started school. It had always been Dudley's second bedroom; never Harry's. Honestly, how did someone decide how they wanted to decorate their room?
He didn't know.
Harry sighed as his gaze flickered around the room before coming to rest on the desk where the laptop that Owen had bought him rested. He had already started setting up the desk to be used though he hadn't done anything more than setting his notes on career interests and the schooling requirements next to the computer along with his bag that held what was left of his home in the wizarding world.
'Though I guess this is my home now. It's not even the same world anymore. I sure hope Sirius is okay.'Harry thought about his godfather as he picked up his tea and drank.
'I guess I could start by unpacking my things after I eat. I need to be able to lock my room, and it might be a good idea to try some warding. I should have a book on that in my bag.' He thought as he took another drink before gathering his clothes and leaving the room to walk back around to the main entrance of the bungalow.
"Think about what you'd like during breakfast. You go ahead and shower. French Toast sound alright?" Owen said as the teen walked in while he was just starting to take out eggs, butter, syrup, and bread to start on breakfast.
"Sound good. I'll be right back out." Harry replied as he set down his empty cup on the table and walked into the bathroom.
Owen paused for a second at how distracted Harry sounded when he heard the click of the bathroom door before the water started. He had gotten to know the kid better since he arrived, but they still didn't know everything about each other. Owen had to admit, if only to himself, that he felt a little out of his depth. Raising a kid would be hard enough, but raising a kid with magic worried him.
He was already starting to care for Harry. How could he not? Harry was a good kid, and his magic had already given Owen something he had never thought he would have again. He had someone who shared his blood. Something he was reminded of every time he looked at the teen and saw the changes the addition of his blood had made.
He had a son. A son who was going to be fifteen in a few months. One who came from an entirely different world. A world that Owen would never know, and probably not be able to understand. Even so, he was determined to do the best he could for the kid.
His kid.
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It was after lunch that Owen had headed over to the paddock with the promise to return with take-out for dinner before Harry returned to his room. Sitting at his desk, he moved the laptop and papers to the far corner of the desk before picking up his bottomless bag. He paused to take a steadying breath as his fingers ran over the material. Harry would never be able to thank Sirius enough. If his godfather hadn't thought to give him this gift then he would have lost absolutely everything.
Slowly, he reached inside before starting to pull the contents out of the bag. Books that had been assigned in classes over the last four years. Books he had bought for reading during the summer, and several he had borrowed from the library at Hogwarts that he wouldn't be able to return. Madam Pince would no doubt be very upset when she found out.
He found himself thankful now that there were so many. He had bought a fair few in various subjects when he had stayed at the Leaky Cauldron before third year, and that he had needed even more as he tried to deal with the tasks for the tournament. He was nowhere near being a bookworm like Hermione, but after finding himself in trouble each year he had decided he needed more information. Now he couldn't help but be grateful that he had done as he had. He would need these books if he was to continue learning how to harness his magic.
The only school books missing were the ones by Gilderoy Lockhart he had in second year. He had thrown those in the rubbish bin at the end of that year. They hadn't been worth the parchment they were printed on.
Harry sorted through them by subject before placing them onto the bookshelf next to the desk after they had all been stacked on the desk. The space filled up quickly, and Harry smiled once he was finished. He hadn't expected it, but the books managed to fill the whole shelf.
'I'll have to look in the charms books for a spell to make them look like normal books. Just in case.' Harry thought as he stepped back.
Once that was done, Harry moved to the shelf on the other side of the desk. He opened the cupboard there and started pulling out his potions making equipment. One at a time, everything was placed neatly on the shelves.
First was his shrunken cauldron followed by his scales, stirring rods, and other equipment. Ingredients came next and then the potions that had already been made and bottled. The shelves in the cupboard filled up quickly by the time he was done. There was some space left by the time he was finished with storing his potions and empty flasks, but he knew that would be filled up at some point as well. He was determined to experiment and see what he could make with ingredients in this world.
Harry moved around the room quickly after that. His shrunken Firebolt was placed upright next to the nightstand on the right of his bed while his photo album was settled gently onto the stand itself. His father's invisibility cloak was stored away safely into his closet alongside the clothes Owen had bought him on the other side of the room from the desk. The bag of dung bombs he had received from Ron and the penknife from Sirius he had gotten that recent Christmas as well as the wooden flute from Hagrid in first year went into his bedside drawer. Any sweets leftover from Christmas or Hogmead trips followed into the drawer on the other side of the bed while his pocket sneakoscope was placed on top. Quills and ink bottles were placed on the desk alongside the stack of old letters he had kept from Sirius and his friends and his Gringotts coin pouch which had some weight to it.
Hopefully, the spell that Voldemort cast hadn't had a bad reaction to the enchantments on it. Harry didn't know if it would still work, but he hoped it would still allow him to remove money from his Gringotts vault. It would give him more money in this world if only for the exchange rate on gold, silver, and bronze. Activity in his account could also tell those he cared for that he was still alive as the bag was spelled to allow no one else to use it.
"That should be about it, I think." Harry muttered to himself as he reached back into his bag only for his hand to brush against three more things.
"Hedwig..." He choked with short breath as his legs failed him and he stumbled to sit on the chair.
Harry stared at the owl treats he had removed from the bag as the feeling of loss that had become familiar hit him once more. He was reminded that while he still had all the things he had filled this room with; he had lost so much more. The bond of blood formed by magic with Owen had dulled the feeling of emptiness brought on by the severing of his bond with Sirius, but Harry still felt his loss keenly. It was only now, staring at the bag of owl treats, that he was reminded he would probably never see any of them again.
Hedwig had been his companion. His dearest friend when he had been alone; locked in the room at the Dursleys. While Ron had turned his back on him this year, Hermione had kept her distance in an attempt not to choose sides, and Sirius hadn't been able to be there for him, Hedwig had been as much of a comfort as she had always been during those lonely summers. It was only now that Harry realized that he had pushed her from his mind as much as he had everyone else.
Stroking the bag of treats gently with his thumb, Harry released a short breath as he placed them up on the desk. The feelings of hopelessness and pain were soon joined by a sense of resignation. He missed them all but he had no idea how to get back to them if he even could. Even if it was possible, would he want to go back?
In an effort to deny that he had lost everything, Harry had done some research. The Grunnings Drill company his uncle worked for nor the dental practice Hermione's parents owned even existed. He had looked into records and found none with Hermione's name at her old primary school, and a search of his own yielded the same results. Another search told him that the attacks that had taken place on the muggle population by Voldemort and his Death Eaters around the time that he was born had never happened here.
He'd had a lot of time to think the last few weeks and now he couldn't help but compare his life here to what it had been there. This world had powerful ambient magic that he felt around him every day while the one he had come from had felt tamed if it was even felt at all. Science and technology were both more advanced here then he knew it to be among muggles there. The two worlds couldn't be any more different and so were the changes in his life.
He had not known familial love or care, but now he had Owen. He had been known to the magical world since he was a baby, but here he wasn't known as anything other than Owen's kid. The kid who fell in the raptor paddock and survived. While that got him attention from those who worked here on the island they didn't gape at him or almost worship him for something he didn't even remember. No one stared at him, trying to get a look at the scar that did nothing but remind him that his parents were dead because of a madman.
It was a feeling of freedom. Like a weight had been lifted from him.
There had been so much expected from him in the magical world. From Wizards and Witches he didn't even know. From Dumbledore, Snape, and other Professors. From Ron, Hermione, and the other students. Even Sirius seemed to expect him to be like his parents.
Owen had been upfront that he had his own expectations of Harry, but in comparison to those he had before his were a lot easier. Owen expected him to be a kid. To clean his room and help out. To do his best in school so he would have career options in the future. To learn to defend himself from those who would use him for what he could do with his magic.
The Dursleys saw him as the freak they had been saddled with when his parents were killed. An obligation they'd had no choice but to endure. The Wizarding world saw The-Boy-Who-Lived. Someone they could gawk at and whisper about. To praise or ridicule. Sirius saw his parents. Even his best friends saw what they wanted as Harry had found out during the Triwizard Tournament.
It was so much different with Owen.
"You alright?" The question drew Harry out of his thoughts and he turned to see Owen standing in the open door of his room.
"Yeah. Was just lost in thought. What's for dinner?" Harry asked as he shook off his thoughts and placed his bag down on the desk and stood from his chair.
"I picked up burgers. Did you finish putting your things away already?" Owen asked as Harry followed him around the bungalow after closing his door.
"Almost. I can show you after if you want. How are the girls?" Harry shrugged before following Owen inside and taking a seat at the table.
"Sure." Harry smiled as Owen started unloading their dinner as he talked about the raptors.
Yeah, it was different with Owen. Harry would miss everyone he had lost, but he wasn't alone. He had a new place he loved enough to call home. He had dad now. A man he was starting to feel could care for him as just Harry.
It might be a while before he could admit that to the man, but he was getting there.
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"It's looking good. I take it you found a spot for everything?" Owen asked as he looked around Harry's room to see that the room still appeared perfectly tidy with the new additions.
"Mostly. I'm going to look through the books to see about a few spells. To lock the door and such, just in case." Harry replied as he moved over to his desk and picked up his bag once more.
"We don't usually get much in terms of company out here, but with Masrani and Hoskins showing an interest in you I'd say for you to do whatever you can to keep someone from being able to snoop through these things. What is that?" Owen nodding as Harry pulled what looked like an old sheet of parchment paper out of his bag only to purse his lips as he looked at it.
"It's the Maurader's Map... A map of the school my dad and his friends created when they were in Hogwarts. I wonder if it'll work still." Harry answered as he spread it out on his bed.
Taking a breath to brace himself for disappointment, Harry touched the parchment with a trembling finger.
"I solemnly swear I am up to no good." Harry spoke the password only to smile brightly at the feeling of the magic that spread through the parchment.
"Wow. That was your school? It's huge. Are those names?" Owen asked as he bent over next to Harry to see the names moving around with the dots.
"Yeah. The Mauraders were a group of pranksters. They made this to avoid being found out after curfew. Looks like all of the other students have gone home. Only a few of the Professors are there." Harry replied as he spots Snape in his lab, and Dumbledore pacing his office.
"Let me guess. You got into your own share of mischief with this." Owen chuckled with a small shake of his head.
Yeah... At least I can still activate it. Looks like everything is okay. At the school at least. I wonder if everyone knows that Voldemort is back yet. I really hope so." Harry replied with a sigh as he worried about what would happen.
"I'm sure they've figured something out with your disappearance. Did you want to put this up on your wall? You could see who's at the school that way." Owen asked knowing Harry had been worried about his friends.
They had slowly been getting to know each other better. They'd had a few conversations over the past weeks about Harry's past. Mostly about his schooling, his friends, teachers, and his godfather, but Harry had also told him about Voldemort and the war that had been happening when he was born. After being told about how this 'Dark Lord' had seen an infant as a threat, and the beliefs of blood purity that his 'Death Eaters' had committed started war over, Owen hadn't been impressed. It was too close to the prejudice that had started World War II with this Voldemort playing the part of Adolf Hitler.
To consider a baby a threat to his reign of terror just showed how far the man had fallen into madness.
"Maybe after I can set up some precautions on the room to keep others out. I don't really want to put holes in it though." Harry replied as he bit his lip; looking at the old and well-worn creases in the parchment paper.
The last thing he wanted was for it to be damaged or to fall apart.
"It is rather old. We could probably find a frame to hold it. That would let you hang it up, and keep it in good condition." Owen suggested as Harry started folding the map back up.
"Maybe. That should be everything I brought with me. Let me make sure. Mischief Managed." Harry replied as he deactivated the map and set it with his photo album before grabbing his bag and sticking his hand inside.
"A mirror? Looks old." Owen said before pausing at the look of confusion on Harry's face.
"I've never seen this before..." Harry muttered as he set the empty bag to the side.
"It's got some paper on the back." Owen replied before reaching over and turning the mirror in Harry's hands so he could see it.
Harry's brows raised as he looked at it with curiosity. There on the back of the antique-looking mirror was a small square of torn parchment that had been stuck to the tarnished metal with a sticking spell. On it was a note written in vaguely familiar handwriting.
"Call my name and I will answer, Prongslet." Harry almost choked as he read aloud before turning the mirror back over.
"Who is it from?" Owen asked as he saw the look of hope clouded with apprehension.
"Sirius. He's the only one who calls me Prongslet..." Harry replied before frowning when nothing happened with the mirror when he said the name.
"His nickname for you is Pronglet?" Owen asked with a little confusion before remembering the names on the map he had caught a glimpse of.
"The Marauders all had them. My dad was Prongs." Harry replied before exclaiming.
"Of course. Padfoot!" Harry gasped as the clear surface of the mirror showing his reflection clouded over for a moment before clearing to show the face of someone he'd lost hope to ever see again.
"Harry!"
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Well, that's it for Chapter Seven! I'm sorry this has taken so long to get done. I've had a few people asking me not to abandon this story. Don't worry, I'm not going to! My husband and I just bought our own home so I've not had much time to write because of the move and everything that comes with it. I've only been able to get down a few paragraphs every few days with as busy as we've been.
Also, thank you everyone for your reviews. I did have a question on Harry and Owen's ages. A search on google told me that Owen Grady was born in 1979. As the story takes place in 2015, Owen is currently 36 years old while Harry will soon be turning 15. That would make Harry born when Owen was 21/22. For the purposes of this story, Owen was a kid who grew up in the system and enlisted as soon as he turned 18. That would make Harry born during his time in the Navy in the year 2000.
Hope that helped clear up the confusion a bit. Anyway, thank you everyone for all the reviews! Please let me know what you thought. I'll also try to answer any questions except those asking about what will happen in future chapters. I'll be working on the next chapter when I can, but don't know when I'll be able to post.
Until next time!
~Ryu