War Takes Away Our Humanity, a harry potter fanfic

I didn't want to post this. I told myself, "Madi, wait until exams are over and you have time to write. Wait until you have written at least 30,000 words of this." (I barely have 11,000 rn). But my brain apparently forced me to do this so here you are! This little plot that has been festering in my mind for quite some time now, so I thought I'd write it before it escaped. I hope you enjoy!

TW: Mentions of suicide, torture, abuse and murder. This is the sole warning for this chapter, don't read if the things mentioned above are triggers.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of this story. I do now own the places in this story. The only thing I lay claim to is the plot of this particular story. I do not profit from this. I do not do this for anything but fun. So, in short, I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter 1

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Shell Of Our Former Selves

Excuse them if they had been a bit surprised at first. One and a half years of quiet had felt too good to be true, but after a few months of being tense and paranoid, people had begun to yearn for tranquility, slowly letting their guard down. Ol' Voldy and his merry band of Death Eaters had all disappeared underground after Harry had challenged their leader to a duel of skill, announcing that Riddle's Horcruxes had been all but demolished, so wizardkind had taken the opportunity to try and regain a semblance of the normality they had had before the war had started.

Newly appointed Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt had declared that their non-magic counterparts needed them the most, having suffered more than wix, due to their lack of magic. Unaffected by the complaints from many pureblooded family heads at the Wizengamot, the freshly constructed Department of Magical Construction had paid a visit to the most affected parts of Muggle Britain. Goblins had, albeit reluctantly, left their cities to aid the Light by rebuilding Gringotts. The Auror Office at the DMLE had seen many battle-hardened Hogwarts graduates, as had St Mungo's, which the hospital staff had desperately needed, since the building had been completely burned to the ground with Fiendfyre, taking most of its Healers with it. The Death Eaters that they had already caught had either snitched on Riddle, or suffered the Kiss of the few Dementors that were still on the side of the Light. The Malfoys had turned, hours before the Battle of Hogwarts, asking to replace Snape as spies in Voldemort's inner circle. Narcissa, as a Death Eater's wife, was woefully underestimated- people seemed to think she wasn't listening in to their plans. Draco was in Voldemort's inner circle, and had heard several rumours, all voicing the same thing- their Dark Lord suspected the Potions Master was a traitor to the 'cause', and planned on killing him soon. Lucius had died at Hogwarts, so he really wasn't of any use. Since both mother and son had retreated underground alongside Riddle, they couldn't communicate by owl, lest they give away their positions. The Order had put their heads together and had come up with a stack of enchanted parchment -spelled to the outsider to look like a random piece of paper- a secret code, and lessons for Draco to learn the messenger Patronus charm. Narcissa had offered to teach her son alone, as she had a history of being proficient at Charms.

So when Voldemort struck, eighteen months after Severus Snape had died, suffice it to say they had been surprised. Their battle personas had finally eased on them, and their fingers weren't tightly gripping their wands. And when Eddie Chamichel - rich muggleborn behind Brain Serum- had died, the paranoid, battle-ready personalities they had all tried to hide had resurfaced. When Katie Bell -chaser for Puddlemere United- died, struck by a Killing Curse -meant for Ginny Weasley, the Aurors had declared- right in the middle of a match against the Holyhead Harpies, most had gone back into hiding. And when Dennis Creevey had gone missing, only to be Portkeyed to the middle of Horizont Alley -a shopping alley located near Diagon Alley- four days later, starved and tortured to death, shops, restaurants, all public areas had suddenly shut down. Everyone had retreated to the safety of their own homes, warding them to the best of their abilities.

In just a month, Riddle had created utter chaos. His Death Eaters massacred muggleborn families left and right. They burned down the new St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, the Albus Dumbledore Home for War Orphans, and the Severus Snape Trauma Center all in one. They overtook the Ministry of Magic once more. Minister Shacklebolt was ruthlessly murdered, as was every Ministry official who stood with him. They were able to destroy the wards around almost half of Wizarding Britain's homes. Hell, the only wards they couldn't take down were ones equal to the ancient family homes, such as Longbottom Hall, Hogwarts, Malfoy Manor, or Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.

When Angelina Johnson was declared missing, George Weasley had sprung into action, putting all his energy into going over possible places she might be hidden. It seemed he had pushed his dead twin to an unused corner of his mind. Two weeks after she had disappeared, Angelina had been found dead outside the wards that surrounded the Weasley house. At seeing her scarred, bruised, naked, skeletal-like body, George had broken. He had fallen to his knees in anguish, his tears and promises of revenge never-ending. A day later he had been discovered in his flat's bathroom, blood oozing out of his slit wrists, a moving photograph of him, Angelina, Fred, and some of their other friends at the Yule Ball of 1994 in his hands.

George's death had hit his family hard. Arthur buried himself in Order assignments, and Molly refused to leave her room, forgetting that she had other children to feed. Ginny and Ron moved in with Harry and Hermione at Twelve Grimmauld Place, opting to stay away from their childhood home. Charlie worked abroad with other Dragon Tamers and Dragons, traveling around the world to convince them to not aid the enemy. Bill worked with Curse-Breakers and Goblins, going to Egypt, Italy, Spain and such, trying to recruit more to their cause. Percy spent months in foreign Ministries, begging them to help before Britain was demolished by a madman. In the end, all of them were too cowardly to aid the war effort, but promised to do their best in remaining neutral.

Soon after, Death Eaters had broken into Hogwarts. The Professors had fought valiantly, giving most students the chance to Floo away, but they had been outnumbered, five to one. McGonagall's body had been left in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch as a reminder that darkness had conquered the Light.

In another seven months, over a third of Britain had been demolished. The words You-Know-Who and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named were gone from everyone's vocabulary; everyone knew very well who. As well as The Dark Lord, fearful whispers on the streets referred to Riddle as the 'Cold One'. There were Death Eater revels almost every week, stated either in Diagon Alley, or various Muggle towns and cities. The British Muggle militaries had launched offensives against Voldemort a couple times, proudly destroying Selwyn Castle and a Parkinson holiday home in Ireland, used for a small number of DE operations. After a while they had mysteriously stopped. Only some knew it was due to members of the Light begging them to quit before more innocent Muggle men died.

Despite all of it, Voldemort had not appeared, not once. No-one, wizard or Muggle, had seen him in the flesh and lived to tell the tale. His inner circle members handled most of the revels, raids, and general killings, while he relished in the safety of his hideouts, torturing and/or killing wizards and the occasional muggle. What a way to live.

Another month had passed, with Remus Lupin, Luna Lovegood, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Emmeline Vance, and Bill Weasley, all killed in ambushes. Ginny Weasley had gone missing, just a week after her engagement to Harry Potter, not responding to any of her family's messages. Her three eldest brothers had met with their most trusted sources, but their search had turned useless. Ron and Harry had buried themselves in Order work, refusing to leave their papers until they caught at least a glimpse of their Ginny. At last, she had been found.

Someone had Portkeyed her body to Hogsmeade, at midday. Some Order contact had informed the Order's leaders, and the Golden Trio had Apparate in almost immediately, under protection of walls of charms to block attacks and make them invisible. When Harry Potter had seen Ginny Wesley's mauled body, he had let out an inhuman howl. When he had seen the blood seeping into the ground beneath her, the only thing keeping him from falling to his knees in grief were his friends, who had silent tears running down their faces. And when Harry had seen the helpless, scared expression that was still on her face, he had drawn blood clawing at his own face, trying to unsee what he had seen.

Molly had cried, and cried, and cried. She had been inconsolable. But she had suddenly remembered her other children, and had dived headfirst into any fights against Death Eaters. She had begun training other, younger Order members, teaching them charms, hexes and a number of curses, all Grey and Dark.

Arthur, on the other hand, had been reduced to an alcoholic. The only thing he got up to do was get another drink. Soon, the amount of alcohol he had consumed had resulted in Death claiming him.

25th October 2000

"No, Draco, just keep looking. There's at least another half of this library that we haven't seen. It's all Dark, we're bound to find something."

"Hermione, Harry, please. Just hear me-"

"No, Draco. There has to be another way."

At that moment, Ronald stuck his head through the library doors, a bright smile on his sauce-splattered face.

"Dinner's ready. I made a Muggle special, guys. Pasta, tomato sauce inside it, spicy. And I haven't burnt myself even once on that hob thing, 'Mione!" His expression faltered as he surveyed the frustrated expressions in his friends' faces. "Did I interrupt something?"

"No, Ron, we're fine," Harry said, mustering a small smile. "Just tired. Ya know, this library is too big for even our Hermione! She doesn't give up in the challenge, though. I thought we'd have to drag her head out of that giant book to take a break."

Hermione swatted her friend lightly on his arm, laughing. "You were the one who told us to keep searching, Harry. And did you really not get burnt on the hob, Ron?"

The four chattered mindlessly for a few minutes, abandoning their research to get a spot of dinner. They praised Ron on his flawless cooking, laughing at jokes between themselves. Harry and Hermione were just starting to clear the table -"Do you have to do it Muggle style? Use your wands, guys," Ron had complained- when a silvery, elegant fox Patronus slid under the door and floated above the table.

"Mother. Is she alright?" Draco murmured warily, looking at the fox.

The panicked voice of Narcissa Malfoy filled the room. "They found Ted Tonks. They're moving in on him, but it'll take them a minute to get through his wards. That's all the time you get before they kill him. Approximately seventy of them. He is there. They expect you to fight, bring as many as possible. High Street, Marlborough. Go, quickly." (A.N: That's a real place. I searched it up- it's in England)

Everyone in the room immediately swung into action. Ron flicked his wand, summoning their Shield Cloaks, spelling them onto his friends. Harry grabbed the wand nearest to him, sending a Patronus to every one of the remaining Order members. Hermione flicked her wrist, silently and wandlessly clearing the table, summoning her wand, everyone's shoes, and making a Portkey out of a stray fork, setting it on the table and waiting for everyone to touch it. Draco got everyone's emergency exit Portkeys -a little chip that went beside their very last tooth, to be activated by a series of motions from one's tongue against their tooth (the inside of your mouth works perfectly well, even if you're Petrified)- ready, in case they needed to make a hasty exit, and charmed them into his friends' mouths. Harry glanced around.

"Ready?" Everyone nodded in affirmation and moved to touch Hermione's Portkey.

There was a tug behind their navels, and suddenly there was a clatter on the floor as the fork fell, having served its purpose. They were standing inside a detached, empty street near enough High Street that they could Apparate easily to it, but far enough that they weren't heard. They waited for the Order members to appear, as Harry had instructed them to meet there in previous meetings when Ted Tonks was discussed. Soon enough, there were multiple cracks, signaling the entrance of Neville, Augusta, and Hannah Longbottom, Alicia Spinnet, Percy, Bill, Charlie, Arthur and Molly Weasley, Andromeda Tonks, as well as about twelve others. Hermione raised her voice authoritatively.

"There are going to be more Death Eaters there than we've ever faced in one place, except at Hogwarts, of course. We're going to be outnumbered greatly, but remember, a simple spell knocks them out. Don't be afraid to use any magic you know, no matter how Light or Grey it is. We think Voldemort will be there, so be on your guard and aid your friends if they need it. Keep a shield up at all times and retreat if you can't fight. Protect the Muggles that will get caught in the crossfire, and fight to the best of your ability."

"High Street, Marlborough. Go!" Harry shouted, and they Apparated as a unit.

They raised their shields as soon as they arrived, and it was a good thing they did, because spells had started ricocheting off of them almost immediately.

Andromeda was the first to fall. She had broken when she had seen the house her husband had resided- and died in, apparently, as the house was now just a pile of ashes surrounded by a lovely fence. Her attention -and shield- wavered just for a second, but that was all that her opponents had needed to take her down. A quick flash of green light, and she had crumpled to the ground, an agonised expression forever on her face. After her, it had been Neville. The brave, yet foolish, man had been battling five Death Eaters by himself -and winning, it seemed- when someone had shot an emerald green jet of light to his back. Seeing him fall had been tragic for all around him, especially Augusta, who had sunk to the ground in despair, clutching her daughter-in-law. Those had been a sad few moments- before Augusta and Hannah had, too, sadly met their ends. Molly Weasley had launched herself into a duel with Bellatrix, and she fought like a vicious lioness. Even lionesses died, however, and that was what had happened to Molly. Percy and Bill, who were briefly distracted from their own duels when her body had tumbled to the floor, had all joined her in the afterlife after being hit by some very Dark curses. Percy had killed Dolohov and jumped in for his mother, grieving but level-headed, though he was no match for the serpent that was Bellatrix. Soon, the only remaining Weasley was Ron, not that he had had much time to register it, as he was battling three very dangerous Dark wix.

Soon, everyone but the four leaders -who were fighting, back-to-back with all their might- was nothing but a crumpled body on the cobbled earth of High Street, Marlborough -(A/N: I keep mentioning it cuz I'm so v proud of myself for finding it lmao).

There was a loud, imposing crack sound and a whoosh of wind, and all Death Eaters immediately stopped shooting curses and parted to make way for something. That something was apparently Lord Voldemort, who stood there in all his -so no- glory.

"My dear Death Eaters, would you look at this," he drawled in his snake's hiss, drawing out the 's' at the end. "The only members of the Light we have not yet defeated."

He watched the young men and woman almost greedily, sensing the raw power that had been put into the shields around them.

"Ronald Weasley," Ron looked repulsed at hearing the bald snake say his name. "You could have been great, my dear boy. You could have brought the Prewetts and Weasleys back to their former glory, but you chose not to. You are a disgrace to the pureblood name."

If anything, the man looked almost proud at that.

"Draco Malfoy," he announced, his eyes straying to the blond man. "You are a traitor to our cause, Draco. You didn't think I knew about that measly code, that spelled parchment, those private little Charms lessons? Your mother died as soon as I made her send that Patronus, boy. Your father must be rolling in his grave. Filthy blood-traitor," Draco's mask flickered for a second at the news of his mother's death, but he determinedly put it back into place, strengthening his shields.

The Death Eaters gleefully snickered at the mention of the deceased woman. Bellatrix outright cackled madly. A look from her beloved Lord quietened her immediately.

"Hermione Granger," Hermione looked ready to spit in his face and stomp on his non-nose. "You are the brightest witch of your age. A Mudblood, yes, but bright nonetheless. I would gladly excuse your unfortunate heritage. Join me, my dear, and bask in the praise and glory Lord Voldemort will give you. Join me, and be rewarded greatly," he purred. "Hermione."

"Rot in hell, Riddle," Hermione spat, seeming beyond revolted.

"Very well. And Harry Potter," Riddle sneered. "The Chosen One. The Boy-Who-Lived. The Saviour of the World. Where have you been as the world needed you, Mr Potter? You once took everything from me, Harry. And now," Voldemort smiled a sickening smile, and Hermione's shield faltered. "I shall take all from you." He raised his wand, and a jet of green light rushed toward Harry's best and only female friend.

Hermione didn't panic. Her life didn't flash before her eyes. She just felt numb. She dropped her arm and closed her eyes, ready to meet her fate. But apparently, fate had other ideas. Because she didn't see the black abyss she had thought would absorb her, she didn't feel the spell she thought would hit her, and she didn't die. No, instead, she heard a shout of her name, and as she opened her eyes, she saw a mop of bright, orange hair, followed by a thump on the ground in front of her.

"No!" she cried in sorrow.

Hearing Harry shout "Protego Ultra", she fell to her knees and gathered her best friend's body into her arms.

Draco grabbed Harry and spun, disappearing at the same moment Hermione had stood to Apparate herself and Ron, and they retreated from High Street, Marlborough. (A/N: Again, super proud).

2nd November, 2000

"We have no other choice."

"Draco-"

"No, Hermione, please listen to me," Draco pleaded. "If we had another option, I would gladly choose it, but there isn't another option. Please know that I would never ask you to do this unless it was the only way. But, don't you see? This isn't Dark magic, because I'm willing."

"Draco, there has to be something else."

"Harry, all I ask is that you read my notes, and then if you find something less horrendous in this library, I will happily go with it. But we've been searching for weeks, and this is all we've got."

"Draco-" Her voice broke with emotion. "This war has already taken everything from us- our families, our friends, our allies, our freedom. I don't want it to strip us of our humanity, as well."

Draco embraced her tightly, trying to convey the love he felt for her and Harry through this simple action. By the way she hugged him back, so tightly he could hardly breathe, he knew she understood. "You and Harry are survivors, Hermione. I'm just here to help."

"I just don't want to lose you, too."

"I know. Believe me, I know."

As the sun rose the next day, the trio found themselves in the Forbidden Forest- or rather, what was left of the Forbidden Forest. The ruins of Hogwarts - and Hogsmeade - had mostly been abandoned over the last year, making it the perfect place to complete their ritual, without being interrupted.

There were four shapes on the grassy clearing -a triangle, and three circles (in which they would be standing), each of which were on the triangle's three points. They were made of ground silver -which had been damn hard to acquire- powdered Bowtruckle -it hurt them to kill it, but it had been very old and about to die anyway-, werewolf hairs -Moony's hairs, which were retrieved from the basement of Grimmauld Place, where Remus had spent various moons-, which littered the sides of the shapes, along with the silvery hairs from a unicorn, to prevent outsiders from approaching them. Ground unicorn horn -one of the purest substances ever- was also spread on the floor as a precaution- to ensure that, even though the ritual was Dark, very Dark, their intentions stayed pure; they wanted to save the world from destruction, and maybe find happiness along the way.

Hermione shared a look with Harry as they finished getting everything ready for the ritual. Hermione gripped her beaded bag, which contained everything she would need after the ritual was completed- her notes, her books, her medical kit, her extensive potions kit -which was in another pouch charmed to be extendable on the inside, her pre-made potions; basically twenty thousand things in total. Hermione had previously duplicated everything in it -including the charms and the bag itself (it had been a bloody hard spell to invent)- and the doubles were given to Harry, who had transfigured both bags into necklaces to keep them inconspicuous. They had their wands holstered to their arms, and their backup wands comfortably holstered to their thighs. They weren't sure if the wands would stay with them in the aftermath, but they kept them, just in case. Harry looked at his blond friend concerningly, and went off to do a final perimeter check before they proceeded.

Draco took a deep breath, clenching his hands into fists to keep them from shaking. "Are you ready?"

"Are you ready, Draco?" Hermione asked worriedly, chewing on her bottom lip as tears welled up in her eyes. "I- I despise myself for even considering this. But there's this voice inside my head, and it sounds strangely like Professor Dumbledore. It keeps telling me that this is for the greater good, but-"

"Hermione," Draco interrupted. "My life is worth nothing compared to the millions he has killed. Would you really risk all of those, and more, just to save one? You're better than that."

She sniffled. "And I hate it. I hate it. I'm sick of doing the right thing. It's cost us all those lives. Ron, Ginny, Remus, Narcissa, Dean, Colin, Andromeda, Tonks, Seamus, Theo, Blaise, Minerva. All of them and more, they're all dead."

"And we have the means to bring them back, Hermione," he encouraged, looking at her with a sad little smile. "We have the means to make sure they all live."

"But at what cost? We bring them back, but we lose you, and I don't want that. I don't want you to leave us because of this stupid war."

"At least I'll know that I've earned your forgiveness before I've died. At least I know you don't hate me anymore."

"Draco, you stupid man, you were a child," Harry interrupted, walking over to his friends and putting his hand on the blond man's shoulder. "We never hated you, it was more like, um, we strongly disliked you. And you're our best friend. We love you."

"Alright, okay, don't get all sappy on me, Potter," Draco sneered, no bite behind his tone.

"You were just pouring your heart out to Hermione, mate!" Harry protested light-heartedly.

"I was comforting the lady, Scarhead. I didn't want her to get tears all over my robes, they're in prime condition."

"Whatever you say, Ferret," Harry grinned, his smile widening when Draco bristled at the name. "Whatever you say."

"Can I just state for the record that I hated Moody?"

"Aw, Draco, I'm sure it broke his heart."

Hermione smiled at their antics, but regretfully decided enough was enough. "Can we put a stop to the drama, please? I'm pretty sure some person heard you, with how loud you are, and that's saying something, since we're in the Highlands."

"Guys?" Draco said softly, so softly that they almost thought it was merely the wind. "Can you promise me something?"

"Of course, anything, Draco."

"Can you-" Tears gathered in his eyes, some falling off his long lashes. "Can you please make sure no harm comes to my mother? And that I'm less of a spoilt brat and get to befriend you two earlier?"

"We give you our word, Draco," Harry reassured. "We would rather die than let Narcissa get hurt. As for the brat thing, well, I don't think we can do anything about that."

Draco laughed out loud. At first, he couldn't believe that, after everything he'd been through, he still laughed. It felt he was betraying everyone he knew by joking around. But then, he had realised that war tended to do that. The strongest people weren't the ones that had come out of a war alive, but those who had come out of a war, having lost everything, and still promised to enjoy the baser things in life, like their families, or clean water, or safety.

"And they'd be lucky to have someone as loyal, brave, cunning and smart as you, Draco Malfoy," Hermione said with a tiny twitch of her lips. "That, I know."

"Thanks, Mione," Draco exhaled sharply through his mouth, nervously running his hands together. "Now, are we ready?"

Fat tears rolled Harry's cheeks, and he nodded. "It's now or never, isn't it?"

Hermione nodded. "I guess it is. I'm so, so, so sorry, Draco."

"Not your fault. Now get started, Gryffindor."

Hermione's lip quivered, and she took her place on her corner of the triangle on the floor, holding Harry's hand as she began chanting.

"O cara mors vetus noster animos habere pudicos, et nostri bonis magicae. Rogamus te ut nos back: reversusque est in tempore. Obsecro mi mors sanguis nostras quaesumus ut nos salvos et mundo. Mortem, et dabo te in sanguinem et vitam draco malfoy, et in reditu ad nos a vobis et nobis bonum passagium praeterita, ita non potest prohibere mala et beatitudo omnibus!"

As she recited, she let go of Harry's hand, and made a large cut on her palm with the knife that was floating in front of them, thanks to some handy wandless magic. She held it in front of her and watched her blood fall onto the grass. Her grim-faced friend grabbed his own knife and began mirroring her previous movements and intoning along with her.

With an uncertain look toward Harry, she took his hand once more, feeling his blood mix with hers. They advanced toward Draco, knives held aloft, and, with tears streaming down their cheeks non-stop, they thrust both knives into his gut.

Draco cried out at the unimaginable pain. He slumped to the floor, writhing in agony.

They repeated the words once more as Draco bled out in front of them.

Hermione turned to Harry, and saw that his face was also twisted in pain, as though he could feel what Draco was feeling.

"We're monsters." she said numbly. "We killed someone pure."

"This is what war does, Mione," he muttered. "It takes everything from you until the only thing you have left is your humanity. Then it takes that, too."

Draco gave one last twitch, one last whimper, before he became still, his pain still on his face. At that very moment, Hermione and Harry stumbled back, feeling a pull in their stomachs not unlike what one felt mid-Apparition. The wind around them spun quickly in a circle, and the two friends let go of each other's hands and gripped their necklaces, as under no circumstances were they abandoning their supplies.

It looked and felt like they were… like they were jumping into the light. They could only look forward as they flew, Superman-style, into this seemingly bottomless chasm of light, fearing that if they looked to the side, their necks would be snapped clean off due to the speed they traveled at.

After what felt like decades (technically, they had traveled decades, so it was), but was actually a few minutes of flying, they slowed down considerably, and Hermione chanced a look to the side, and she panicked at what she saw.

Harry was slowly disappearing inside the light, looking at her desperately, reaching for her, though it was futile. She screamed his name as she tried to change course, but nothing came out of her mouth, and she was fixedly traveling toward one place, farther and farther away from him. More tears flowed down her cheeks as she realised that, even if it was for a little while, she was truly alone.

That had been her last thought before she had stopped flying and landed on her two feet; the world went dark, and she slumped to the shining floor of the abyss. And for the first time in a long time, Hermione Granger rested, no bad dreams or dark memories plaguing her. Little did she know, she would have quite the fright when she woke up.

Rough Translation of the Ritual Words

"Oh, dear old Death, our hearts are pure, and our magic good. We ask that you take us, back, back in time. Please, dear Death, take our blood and our sacrifice, and send us back so that we may save our World. Death, we give you the blood and life of Draco Malfoy, and in return we ask you to give us safe passage to the past, so we may stop evil and bring happiness to all."

Hey y'all! Hope you liked that. This is basically an apology cuz I've been so inattentive and haven't updated IToaNiTM in ages. That story will be on hiatus indefinitely, so sorry about that (especially to TerraxAqua). Uh, I don't think I'll update this either for a while, honestly. I'm only just starting on Ch3, and I want at least 10 chapters done before I post anything. I hope you liked it! Reviews fuel me. Remember that. Have a good day!
Madi xxx