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Author's notes: Thank you to those that have Followed/Favourited the story, didn't expect this much interest so early in the story. To answer the comments:

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As I'm still not fully clear on content restrictions, the sex scene in this chapter has only been referred to. If you want to read the chapter with the full scene, use the link in my Bio to Ao3 where it is posted in full.

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Chapter 4: New toys, new friends.

June 4th, 1996

It was after lunch, and Harry was in his room meditating. He had found that keeping his djinn magic in an active state allowed him more control over it. Though he couldn't actively use it unless it was for a wish, he could use it passively like he did at the hospital the other day. He found he had influence over people as well as an acute awareness of everything around him, which was almost borderline precognitive.

Harry had suspected that the Djinn magic was capable of a small amount of manipulation over time, based on his limited experience and Afrits admission that the Djinn literally made time. It was something he'd like to explore further but maintaining his Djinn-state was very tiring, so progress was almost non-existent.

"To think I'm got all this power and I can't even use it fully, and I've not even scratched the surface".

Harry directed this comment to Hedwig who was lightly napping, having not long got back from being out all night and morning. She hooted softly at him and tucked her head back under her wing. Harry chuckled at her before focusing inward on his soul.

In his mind's eye he could see it as a soft ball of light, humming with a powerful steady rhythm. Within his soul, was the energy from the soul-sparks he had gathered and focused on them to understand the mechanics of the process. He separated one to see it clearer and found the small link it had with the person it had come from. Harry followed the link to find his uncle…

Vernon was at his desk looking over some paperwork while talking on the phone.

… Harry could move around the office to some degree but couldn't move further that 10 feet away from the person. 'Interesting', Harry mused retreating back to checked over the others. Mrs Fenchurch…

She was in her garden with Fergus, pruning a climbing jasmine.

… And Mr Jacobs…

'He's outside the manor with the owner Mr Wilson and, his son?' Harry wondered, observing the younger man with similar features the Mr Wilson. 'I probably should look to get some form of transportation to get there' he realised, eyeing the sons motorbike.

… 'There's the first doctor with his wife, the second doctor in the morgue and there's… another?'

Harry looked at the 6th soul-spark, not knowing who he'd taken it from. It felt denser somehow, with energy flowing to and from it. Cautiously, he followed this link to a bedroom…

It was dark, and the only light was coming from a fireplace on one wall. In one of the 2 beds in the room was a woman, sallow skinned with dark hair and dark glazed eyes. It was Bellatrix Lestrange, she was in a catatonic state in the bed. Harry shifted his consciousness around to view the bed he was next to. Resting in this one and apparently in pain was Voldemort. Clearly his attempted possession did not end well for him, and Lestrange was no better off than the Longbottom's. Harry knew he should go before Voldemort discovered his presence but looking at his state Harry felt that this was an opportunity. So, he stayed a bit to see if he could learn anything and was rewarded with the appearance of Snape.

"My Lord? This new potion should, in theory reduce the pain and restore a small fraction of your physical strength".

Voldemort stared into Snapes eyes and asked, "what have you done differently that gives you the confidence this fourth attempt will work?"

Snape hesitated a moment before replying. "Dragons blood. fermented with…. giants seed".

Voldemort eyed the potion master balefully, before drinking down the concoction. "I've been reduced to a state not much better than before my resurrection" He lamented, as the pain receded, and his strength started to recover.

"Permit me, my Lord. How has this happened? If I knew more about the particulars, I could devise an actual remedy instead of these temporary fixes".

Voldemort's gaze narrowed as he debated on whether or not to reveal his condition in full. He had few he could fully trust but feared things could worsen. "Potter. It has always come back to him. During my fight with the old fool at the ministry, I had managed to possess the boy to coax Dumbledore into killing him. Having to kill his own saviour would have allowed me to end Dumbledore in his grief. I had full control over Potter as my magic squeezed him tightly. But this was a mistake, something in him fought back and I was violently cast from his body. It was all I could do to retrieve Bella's body and escape".

He had sat up in the bed by now, the potion doing its work. Both of their eyes now fell on the prone form of his most psychotic follower. Snape spoke again, "And Lestrange? I have been treating her for cruciatus exposure, she will recover but it will take time".

Voldemort replied, with a rueful smile. "Again, Potter. I did not know he had it in him. He cast the curse on her. When she did not rise from it, I interceded".

Snape looked lost for words, that Potter was responsible for her state was both impressive and disturbing. "Perhaps, the energy from Potters curse lingered in his system. And that in turn caused the backlash from your possession". Snape turned the facts over in his mind, looking at them from different angles. Nodding to himself, he addressed the Dark Lord. "The rules of magic run fast and loose where you and Potter are concerned however, the answer may rest within the curse itself. I shall do some research and alter the formula to include elements from the restorative I have been using on Lestrange".

"Then go, I must rest before my move to Malfoy Manor. Rookwood and Dolohov will return from their mission on Sunday. you will need to join us as I have something at Hogwarts I'd like you to retrieve".

At that Snape gave a bow and left the room.

… Harry opened his eyes and stood up, committing what he heard to memory. 'So that's what happen to Lestrange, interesting. And Voldemort's bedridden. That might slow down any plans he has'. Tentatively, Harry looked at the connection again and indeed saw that a steady, violent pulse of energy was being directed through it to Voldemort, he didn't dare try to disturb this, not wanting to accidentally aid the Dark Lords recovery. Looking over his soul one more time for anymore hidden surprises, Harry discovered another connection. This was different from the others as it was linked to the Djinn portion of his soul. 'Is this a connection to Afrit?' No, it didn't have the feel of being connected to anyone living, so again, he slowly followed this to wherever it led…

He was in an office, quite cluttered with nick-nacks over the place and many portraits lining the walls. And a perch with… Fawkes! Dumbledore's office! Harry observed the phoenix resting on the perch and shifted his mind to view what he was linked to. The sword of Gryffindor? The link was centred around the blood red stone in the pommel of the blade, if he pulled…

… Harry came to in his bedroom again, the sword resting in his hand, the gemstone softly glowing. It felt comforting to his senses and warm, with a strong aura of power that felt right in his hands. Like the first time he used it, it gave him a certain rush of energy. Pushing his magic into the gem seemed to trigger a change as the blade started to melt, smaller and smaller, the metal absorbing into and around the gem till it cocooned the stone in an intricate lattice. Harry tilted his head and on instinct, pushed at the metal and caused the blade to reform again. Puzzled but satisfied, he retracted the blade again and was about to look at getting himself a motorbike when there was a sudden burst of fire in his room, startling both himself and Hedwig.

Disbursing, the flames revealed the brilliant red and gold plumage of Fawkes, Dumbledores phoenix. Hedwig screeched angrily at the newcomer for waking her. Fawkes, who had landed on Harrys bed, simply chirped at her in a manner that was apologetically amused. Hedwig gave a final angry hoot, clicked her beak, and flew off.

"She's gonna blame me for this, you know that Fawkes?" The phoenix just fluffed up his feathers in a shrug, then started to examine Harry, turning his head this way and that before looking at Harry expectedly.

"Oh, right then", he realised what the phoenix was waiting for and shifted to his true self. Fawkes gave a squark of happiness and spread his wings in a bow to Harry. Awkwardly, he bowed back and said,

"I take it you knew what I was, and you've been waiting?" The bird nodded as Harry sat next to him stroking his head. "I get the feeling that the djinn are more of a social pariah than werewolves. Dumbledore can't know anything; I'm not sure if I can trust him with the knowledge".

Fawkes nodded in understanding, lowering his head to the gemstone still in Harrys hand, and touched his beak to it. Slowly, he felt a bond form between himself and Fawkes via the stone, the bond solidified and he got a feeling of satisfaction from the link. It wasn't words he was receiving, more like emotions and impressions.

"Can I contact you if I'm in need?" Harry asked of the phoenix to which Fawkes nodded and prepared to leave. "Wait! Before you go, can you take me into London? I don't think the Djinn can apparate or anything without a wish". A feeling of sadness from Fawkes briefly overcame him before it was replaced by happiness as Fawkes nodded in acceptance.

"Brilliant, thanks". Harry grabbed his Discman, wallet and donned a worn but well cared for black leather jacket he got from one of the dead guys from yesterday.

His name was Brian. In shifting between forms, he'd found the dead men's energy contained more that their physical image, it held an imprint of who they were including their names.

Double checking his appearance in the mirror, Harry took hold of Fawkes's tail feathers and they both disappeared in a flash of fire.

Vision clearing, Harry gave one final stroke to Fawkes before the phoenix gave a last bow and flashed away. Taking stock of his surroundings, he had appeared in a secluded spot near some trees and a statue of Peter Pan. 'I'm in Hyde Park', he realised setting off in no set direction and pressing play on his Discman, the sounds of Journeys Greatest Hits invading his ears. He took a deep breath and entered his Djinn-state. The power came easier this time, no doubt enhanced by the gemstone as his senses spread out further. Thousands of images cycled through his mind as the magic searched with the one intention, to get hold of a fast motorbike. He had decided on a bike as he felt it would offer a similar feeling of freedom that he found with his broom.

Turning in the opposite direction to where he was going, Harry walked north till he left the park and veered left. His target was a garage/dealership called BYKES. Not sure why the magic had picked this place he nether the less put his trust in it. Harry continued on his way till after thirty minutes he had arrived. The garage looked like the place you'd go if you were after a high-performance bike for racing, there were a few people about, customers, and several mechanics working on custom orders.

He slowly walked around the showroom area, his magic concealing him in a fashion similar to a notice-me-not charm. He looked over the bikes and observed the people there, before spying a mechanic struggling with something on a sleek looking race bike in a deep shade of metallic purple. Harry saw his target and approached him, removing his headphones.

"Hey man, do you want a hand with that bike?" The Mechanic, concentrating on what he was doing answered. "If you know your way around the engine of a Ducati, yeah, I would love a hand. I'm not gonna get any help from those clowns" he said, absentmindedly indicating some other mechanics who were showing off to some girls.

Harry took off his jacket and Discman, getting under the bike with the guy, all the information on bike repair and modification entering his mind as he got down. "What are we working on? Airbox?" Harry asked, looking over what was being done.

"Yeah, bike needs to be faster than it normally is so the client wants whatever can be done. And paying extra for it, I'm attempting to modify the airbox and fuel injector based on a jet engine design I saw, I'm Lance by the way, Lance Devery".

Harry introduced himself and worked with Lance for a few hours, casually chatting about bikes, more knowledge appearing to Harry as they went. Finally, the wish ended with the completion of the bike and they stood, Lance handing Harry a clean rag to wipe off his hands which Harry accepted.

Harry finally got a good look at Lance; he was a few inches shorter than Harry at around 5.7 with what looked to be a lean built underneath the overalls. Dark hair and light stubble framed his face as his intelligent blue eyes took in Harrys appearance with curiosity.

Harry shook Lances hand, taking his soul-spark in the process. "Are you gonna test drive it? Make sure everything works as it should?" He asked prompting Lance with his magic.

"I'd love to but, the arsehole who's paying for this wants it untouched". Lance went on to explain that the guy was a criminal working in a network of drug smuggling and human trafficking.

"It really makes me sick; they hurt all these people and never get caught, You wanna know what I wish?" "I'm all ears", Harry was looking at Lance intently as he talked. "I really wish that the whole lot of them get what's coming to them, getting caught is too soft for them, they all need to die" …

The anonymous source had allowed the police to gather a lot of intel, this had led the to a large warehouse near Victoria Dock in London. It was the crime syndicates hub for the whole of the UK.

As the big bosses were present here with some of the international players, multiple SWAT teams were used in a precision strike. They first took out the guards at the perimeter silently before they entered the main building. Then chaos broke loose, the criminals were startled but fast, as they jumped into action at the alarms being tripped, but the SWAT teams were faster.

Harry watched it all play out like a casual observer, knowing with a strange detachment that all the thugs must die but not caring. He did take care to make sure no SWAT member was seriously hurt, after all the wish didn't state they had to die. Harry centred on one person in particular, the guy who ordered the bike. Twisting the magic around both the guy and a nearby SWAT member, Harry guided the gun over in an arc, and pulled the trigger at the point the bullet would go through the neck of the crime boss, Blood shooting out the jugular as his neck was blown apart from the force of the gun.

… "The police have some smart people; they'll get what's coming to them soon enough". As Harry was saying this a guy came from the office and walked over to the pair.

"Hey Lance, I know you've put a good bit of time in on this bike, but I'm just gotten a phone call from the police. The buyer was involved in some dealing and was killed last night. Since it wasn't fully paid for, the police can't seize it. I also can't sell this normally with the modifications it has. I know you've got certain connections, use them to get rid of it". With that he walked off to yell at some of the other guys who were still flirting with some women.

"So, test drive?" Harry prompted Lance who stood in a shocked silence.

"Yeah, test drive" he replied slowly. "You want the honours?" Lance indicated the bike to which Harry answered,

"If that's ok with you? Would you like to see my moves?" After a short pause, Lance looked at Harry.

"Yeah, show me your moves", he walked off to grab some helmets. Going over to the bike Harry, ran a hand over the top, slowly absorbing experience on how to ride it. Accepting the helmet from Lance they both climbed on and Harry started it up, peeling out of the garage. They rode comfortably for a bit, the busy London roads not very conductive for fast riding, though with his senses stretched to cover most of the city Harry drove them to a disused storage yard and put the bike through its paces. After 30 minutes of them both testing the performance of the bike. Lance killed the engine.

"I generally consider myself a smart guy, and I've seen some strange shit in my life". He looked closely at Harry at this and asked him. "I wished for your help with the bike and we got a few days of work done in a few hours. Then I wished those criminals got what was coming to them, which now seems the case. Are you some kind of genie?"

The magic fuelling Harry momentarily evaporated, and Harrys silence was all Lance needed as an answer. "Not that I'd tell anyone, who'd believe me? I just want to know".

Harry for his part wasn't sure how to respond, the darker intent wanted to just take Lances soul outright, another part wanted to make him forget. But a smaller part wanted to confide in someone, his instincts said he could trust this man.

"Actually, it's pronounced Djinn, a lot of things were twisted over time. What do you want?". They were standing on opposite sides of the bike now.

"Well, I think I've made 3 wishes already, and the third was for you to show me your moves". He leaned over capturing Harry in a deep kiss, a kiss Harry responded to. Empowered in part by the still active wish, and his own desire to experiment, he responded to the advances of Lance…

XXX Smut. Please refer to Ao3 XXX

… They sat in a peaceful silence afterward, leaning up against the bike, catching their breath. They left their tops off, allowing the cool summer air to dry the sweat off their bodies. "Well, I can safely say you've shown me your moves". Lance chuckled as Harry felt the magic of the wish fully subside, waving his hand a final time to clean up the sweat and cum off the bike.

Harry for his part, felt a sense of peace at what he'd just done, as if something finally clicked into place.

Harry smiled wryly at Lance, "So do you always carry a condom in your wallet?"

Chuckling, Lance replied "It's the condom principle a friend of mine uses, think she got it from a book, Better to have it, and not need it, than to need it, and not have it".

"Good principle. What now?" Harry asked, unsure of his next steps.

Replying, Lance looked at Harry. "I do believe you were fishing to buy this bike back at the Garage, and I'd love to know how you did all that with just your tongue. It's not often I cum so hard, and I've never felt a full body orgasm before".

"Magic", Harry said simply, "let's go sort out the paperwork then go for a drink, I'll tell you what you want to know".

"Sounds good" Lance said, nodding in agreement.

Harry grabbed the discarded grey t-shirt off the ground and pulled it on, inhaling the scent as it slid over him then grabbed his jacket.

"That's my t-shirt you know?" Lance said grinning, he picked up Harrys green polo and put it on, zipping his overalls back up.

They rode in silence, till Harry pulled into the garage again. Lance got off the bike and looked at Harry, "I'm gonna nip and grab the forms for you, you got a drivers licence?" Harry handed over the licence from the previous days wish.

"Do you want cash or card?" Harry asked with an awkward smile. Lance smiled back and replied,

"For this bike, cash would be better, £2,000 should cover the rest of the cost". Lances eyes widened briefly as Harry flexed his fingers and pulled a roll of cash out of his pocket. "Okay" he said slowly, taking the licence and money before going to the office. 20 minutes later after the forms were processed, and the bike was insured and taxed. Lance returned in a pair of jeans and an army green jumper and brown leather jacket, having just gotten changed, he approached Harry.

"Won't your manager mind you leaving early?" Harry asked.

"Nah, I had several days left to finish the bike, thanks to you, I don't need to be back till Monday".

"Here", he handed Harry a new helmet and motorbike gloves, both in the midnight purple colour of the bike. "Thanks, where too?" Harry asked, accepting the new items. "I know a great café with private areas near Trafalgar Square".

Harry had followed closely behind Lance as they rode through the streets, eventually parking in front of a church. Combs was the sign above the door as they entered. "Combs?" Harry questioned.

Lance draped his arm around Harrys shoulder, "You gonna love the style of the place. You see here? The main floor and upper levels are basically an art studio slash library, you can buy all sorts of supplies and books here. But the lower levels, the catacombs have been converted into a café". Lance was smiling as he said this, showing Harry around before leading him down a set of spiral stairs.

Harry felt like he was back at Hogwarts, the staircase entering into a cavernous area full of exposed brickwork, high archways, alcoves and columns. Some stained-glassed windows were backlit and hung on the walls, the whole feel was positively gothic, and Harry loved it. They were led over to a private alcove by a waiter and Lance ordered tea for them both.

"How did you figure out I was different?" Harry asked.

"Well, as I said previously, I generally consider myself to be a smart guy, only reason I dropped out of school was I felt bored with the constant standardisation of it all. So, I quit, pursued my own interests and learnt a lot of cool stuff, and got into some trouble a few times along the way. I observe a lot and I've a sixth sense for when somethings going down, so I knew you were different from the moment we finished the bike, it should've taken a few more days to finish".

The waiter returned with the order and left them to their privacy, tucked away as they were in the alcove

"Next, I've seen a lot of crazy shit most people would ignore, people disappearing, an odd purple bus zipping through traffic, and I'm sure I saw a flying ford a few years back. Some instances I'm sure someone tried to erase my memory".

Harry turned that over in his mind. 'Is he resistant to memory charms?'.

"I watched you more closely after that, the way you worded things was off. Like you were getting me to ask for things. While it was a bit of a leap of faith, I did assume you were a Genie of some sort, or Djinn as you said".

Harry finally replied after Lance had given his analysis of how he figured it out. "Yeah, I'm a magical being known as a Djinn, I can grant wishes. But there's always a danger of it going wrong. I'm also a wizard, as in a wand waving, magic casting type wizard". With Lances current knowledge base, Harry thought it best to suspend the statute of secrecy, believing it invalid for someone that could not be memory charmed fully.

"Well, I'm fairly certain that I didn't rub any lamps or some such object, unless you came out of an oil can". They both laugh at that.

"And counting it I've had 4 wishes? how does it work? And seriously, what did you do back there? I felt like I was gonna explode"

"Well, the spell that I used on your arse was a standard cleansing and protection spell, keeps us both safe without losing any sensation. As for the rest? A combination of tantric techniques and parsel magic. Parcel magic deals with snakes. As for how these wishes work".

Harry recounted the history that Afrit had told him, and Lance listened.

"Fuck me! The nuns at Sunday school didn't have this version, neither did my science teacher. So, you're a few hundred million years short of fourteen billion?" Sheepishly, Harry shook his head and replied.

"I wasn't born a Djinn; my story is a little different. Err, before I tell you, bear in mind that my physical, mental and emotional age is different from my chronological age". Lance nodded slowly at this.

"I've gone through a lot in my life, so I've had to grow up quicker than most. And when I became a Djinn my body changed to what you see now. I was born in July of 1980 so chronologically I'm just shy of 16".

Lance let out a breath, "Not sure if 11 years difference is better, or worse than several billion so I'm gonna put a pin in that for now and circle back to it later. How'd you become a Djinn?"

Harry delved into his story, a brief overview of his time at Hogwarts, his experiences with his powers and a bit of history of the magical world. Lance leaned back in his chair as he digested Harrys story.

"Shit. If that was me, I think I'd have had a breakdown by now. And putting another pin in the fact that you've a fragment of my soul, I think you could do with a friend outside of the magical world"

Harry let out a sigh, "That's a relief, so you really don't want anything wish wise?"

"Nah, I have a trust fund from a distant aunt that was left to me. As for anything else, I just go with the flow, I'm pretty chill like that".

They ordered lunch and some more drinks and spent another few hours chatting and getting to know each other. He found out that his great aunt that left him a small inheritance was one Francesca Avery, he let Lance know about his suspicions about the wizarding connection to the Avery family and the nature of squibs to pure blood families.

"Huh" Lance said, "Like you I meditate but do you think my resistance to these memory charms is due to that?"

"Could be", Harry nodded. "I know certain powers are past down in bloodlines so it's reasonable to assume that the Averys are mentally stronger than most".

Harry whet into detail about some of his adventures at Hogwarts, his friends, and his love of flying which lead him to buy a bike. They paid up and went back to their bikes, agreeing to meet up again here on Saturday for a late lunch and shopping. Looking at Harry before he put his helmet on Lance spoke.

"Just so you know, I've never gotten... frisky with someone I just met. You just had a certain magnetism that I guess was your magic?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

"As I said earlier, I'd be happy to call you a friend, and whether 11 years or 11 billion years, if you ever want to blow off some steam, I'm happy to be friends with benefits". He punctuated this by kissing Harry one more time. "As for the soul piece? If it offers you protection from and accidental wish, keep it, I've plenty more". He donned his helmet and sped off, leaving Harry with a goofy smile on his face.

He got back to the Dursleys late evening, after stashing the bike at the library car park. Letting himself in the front, Harry had intended to go meditate with the stone some more, wanting to see what else it might do beside give him a power boost. But…

"Boy! Come in here now!" his uncle bellowed.

'Crap, what did I do?' He wondered as he went into the lounge where his relatives were watching TV.

"While you were off doing god knows what, one of your little friends called, a girl". He said gruffly.

Harry let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding, "that'd be Hermione, what did she want?"

Looking annoyed, his uncle replied "What do I ruddy look like? Your secretary? Use the kitchen phone to call her back, there's leftovers in the fridge". He handed Harry a small note with Hermione's number on and shooed him out the lounge. Puzzled as to why Hermione would ring, he ventured into the kitchen and dialled.

"Hello, Granger residence" a man answered Harrys call.

"Hello, Mr Granger? This is Harry Potter, one of Hermione's friends. She tried to ring me earlier?".

"Sure son, just a moment".

The line was silent for a few minutes till the unmistakable voice of Hermione spoke. "Harry! It's so good to hear your voice, I was worried you were in trouble".

Harry chuckled at this. "It's not even been a week Mionie, what trouble could I get up to in that time? But yeah, it's good to hear your voice too. Why would you think I had gotten into trouble?"

He could almost hear her worrying her lip as she thought on what to say. "Well, I didn't really, but I got a phone call from Luna this afternoon. She was going on about how you'd woken up and that you might be in trouble. She was quite insistence that we meet up as soon as possible".

'Figures Luna would know about the change' Harry thought. "Trouble might not be the right word, but something has happened. Can you both meet me in London on Saturday morning? Say 8'o'clock?"

He could feel the eye-roll down the phone. "Only you Harry. 8am is fine. How bad is this news? On a scale of 1 to 10?"

"1 to 10 Mionie?" he queried.

"1 being the possibility of the defence professor killing you and 10, Ron's stress level in the forest with acromantula's"

Amused, Harry answered "a 5, you not finding a book for your assignment".

She tutted down the line, "Honestly Harry, a 5 is Hagrid getting a new pet. Me not finding the right book as an 8".

They both laughed at this, warm in the feeling of friendship they shared. "Really Harry, are you ok?" She still sounded worried.

"I'm honestly ok, really. I'll meet you both outside the front of the Leaky Cauldron".

"Ok Harry. Luna's going to ring me from a payphone tomorrow morning, I'll tell her. We'll see you then". With that, they said their goodbyes and hung up.

Harry lay in bed, thinking back to the times in 3rd and 4th year he'd fooled about it the locker rooms, none of which even compared to what he'd just experienced.

Sure, he put up a front with being interested in Cho. It never felt genuine though. He surmised that his new level of openness was due in part to the small influence from the personalities of Brian and Jake, both of whom lived open and proud despite the fact it got them killed.

Harry went to bed that night thinking of the eventful day he'd had and the last kiss with Lance that still lingered on his lips…

End of chapter 4

Afternote: I loved writing and had fun with the telephone conversation between Harry and Hermione, she's just awsome.

As for Lance? He was only supposed to be a side character, not an OC. 5 rewrites of the garage scene ended with me relenting to him, he's persistent but chill like that.

As always, please leave a review, always happy for them.