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Harry's eyes flickered open and he found himself looking up at a dark ceiling, the covers draped over his body in an almost loving way. He glanced around and he found that the curtains were drawn open, his body was shaking and he felt bandages wrapped around his body. Wherever he was, this was most certainly not the stronghold or base of any of his enemies.
Or maybe Cissa had escaped his trunk and returned to his house, outing her husband. Then maybe this could be his enemy's house. Narcissa Malfoy absolutely hated him to his guts, she probably loved that he could reach them as well to be fair.
The room was dark, but as Harry started to actually awaken, he saw the Emerald and Silver banners of Slytherin in the room. A friendly Slytherin was not the weirdest thing to happen in his life, so when the door opened, he wasn't surprised to see Sirius in the door frame, looking concerned.
Sirius opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it almost immediately, his eyes locked on Harry's form.
"You're a sight for sore eyes" said Harry as he collapsed back down into the bed, his body continuing the soft shivering, "I thought Voldy caught me"
"You should be dead" whispered Sirius
"Yeah, I've heard that one before. Isn't that the entire reason that I'm here? Because Harry Potter died?" asked Harry
Sirius shook his head, "You appeared over the dining table, dropped down onto it in pieces"
He shook at the memory, "You were missing so much less, blood was everywhere. Moony and I did our best, but the scars will be there forever"
Harry moved his hands to the bandages that were wrapped around his torso, his arms and legs also had the same kind of bandages.
"A scar is what defined me for years, a couple of new ones aren't going to make much difference" dismissed Harry as he removed his hand from the bandages
"Do you think the wards did that to you? Anti-Apparation wards are a real big net, but I've never seen them shred anyone's skin like that. Last time, I tried to pop into a place with them up, I broke my nose" questioned Sirius
"I don't so, I didn't try to apparate, at least not consciously anyway" answered Harry, "I was in the middle of handing Tom, his own pale arse, when I found myself falling and crashing into the table"
"Yeah, you just appeared out of thin air. It was a little bit strange because you weren't the only thing to appear, The burnt up rags of the invisibility cloak were next to your body" said Sirius, "Which is strange because I'm sure that I tossed that shit out"
Harry blinked at the information being presented to him. Not only had he been brought back to the site of the ritual that brought him. But the cloak was brought back as well.
His magic swirled around him with ease and Harry lifted himself off the bed, the blanket being blown off of him. With the pressure of his body off the bed, he could feel the aches and pains all over his body, especially his legs.
"Merlin's fucking sake, how the hell are you doing this?" asked Sirius with wide eyes as wave after wave of magic washed over him, pouring out of Harry's form as his eyes glowed with power like Dumbledore's.
"Magic" replied Harry sarcastically as he floated in the air, "Can you move out of the way so that I can take a look at the ritual site"
"I guess, Dumbledore should be on his way" said Sirius as he took a step backwards and allowed Harry's form to float by him before he followed behind him.
"So, whose room was this? It wasn't your brother's" asked Harry as the pair of them made their way down the stairs.
"This was my grandfather's room when he came to visit" answered Sirius, "The little shit stain of a house elf has refused to unlock my brother's room as of late"
"Interesting, crying over something like a locket?" asked Harry, trying to confirm something as the pair of them arrived on the ground floor
"Yeah, said the bloody thing got really hot and a crying black something oozed out, he's too barmy and loony to put together a full sentence about it" replied Sirius
"The locket is what got your brother killed" whispered Harry, "Your brother found out how Tom was going to stay alive forever, ripping his soul apart and placing it in items like the locket. Your brother found out and tried to do something about it, having a change of heart. Kreacher went with him, your brother died sending Kreacher home and staying behind, with the promise of Kreacher destroying the locket"
Sirius eyes watered up but he said nothing as the pair of them arrived at the dining room where they held the ritual that brought Harry here.
"How long have I been here?" asked Harry as he stopped floating and eased back down onto the ground, his legs wobbling from the effort of standing up under his own power, but he eased that effort by grabbing onto the chair in front of him. Both to help himself remain upright and to get a taste of any and all magic that was present in the table.
"A couple of hours, it's really early in the morning, But I had left a sensor spell on your bed to make sure that when you woke up, I would be there" said Sirius
Harry nodded and closed his eyes and listened. A deep breath and his magic raced through his body Exhale, the magic flowing inside of his stopped and Harry took another deep breath before things slid into place.
Harry opened his eyes and his vision was slightly different, the colors of the real world were muted and a strong white glow was seen over everything, the signs of magic being used at this site, From the brightness of the glow, a lot of magic had been used at this location.
"Do you still have the cloak?" asked Harry to Sirius
"It's on the chair near the head of the table"
Harry nodded at the answer and his magic flared out and the mangled burnt remains of his father's cloak raced towards him. The white glow on the cloak covered up the soft silvery glow that struggled to remain in the fabric of the cloak, but Harry could still see it.
But as he turned the ruined cloak over his hands, much to his horror, he could see a single thin faint white thread of magic that went from the cloak to the table where they had performed the ritual.
Ice filled his body and he clinched his hands into fist, the skin on his hands strained as they turned red as the blond flow was cut off. His eyes looked at the table as he followed the thread over to the head of the table before seeing a stronger, thicker line of pulsing white magic lead from the table towards his body. Looking down, the thread went into his feet and he looked at the places where his body was ripped up, finding signs of the same pulsing white magic.
His jaw clenched and he started panting before Dumbledore popped into the room and looked at him, those stupid twinkling blue eyes locking with his glowing green eyes.
"Mage sight from a person so young, most impressive Harry" complimented Dumbledore before he picked up on the anger in the air, "Is everything alright?"
"Did. You. Know?" hissed Harry as his vision returned to normal, his eyes narrowed in rage and his body trembling as his magic begged him to unleash it on this person, one whoever had dared to anger him.
Harry lifted his right hand and the Elder Wand zipped into it, racing from the room that he had been placed in to return to his hand. The legendary wand purred with delight in his hand, a comforting warmth traveled from the wand through his body.
"I know a lot of things Harry, you'll have to be more specific" joked Dumbledore trying to defuse the situation without giving into conflict.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about you" hissed Harry, talking in the language of snake in his anger
"I quite literally have no idea what you're saying but seeing you hold the cloak that was sacrificed to bring you here, I can only assume that you are asking about the ritual" said Dumbledore as his eyes lost their twinkle and grew serious.
"What's going on here?" asked Sirius
"I would take a step back Sirius, this might get a little ... violent" said Dumbledore as he drew his wand and his magic flared and flooded the air, every bit as overbearing as Harry's.
But both Dumbledore and Harry knew it was nothing more than a show, Harry continued to glare at the headmaster, "Did. You. Know?"
Dumbledore internally winced at the repeated question and he knew that if there was any chance of him keeping this Harry on his side, he needed not to have some plan or speech for Harry. He needed to do the thing that he did the worst, tell the truth.
"Yes" said Dumbledore before all hell broke loose
Harry raised his wand so fast that Dumbledore had barely thought to even raise his own, Sirius couldn't even process what was happening before there was a loud bang and Dumbledore felt himself flying backward as shot out of a canon; as he slammed through the dining room wall and slid to the floor inside of the kitchen. Groaning, he looked up as Harry blasted his way through the wall with a flick of his wand and marched right towards him.
Sirius scrambled around the doorway and slide between the downed Dumbledore and the angry Harry.
"Get out of the way" warned Harry
"Not a chance pup, we can talk this out" rejected Sirius
"Words will never be able to make up for what he did ... for what was done to me" snarled Harry before he repeated "Get out of the way"
"I understand that you're angry Harry, but leave Sirius alone" said Dumbledore from his place on the ground behind Sirius, "Please let us just talk about this"
Harry tried to pop away only to slam into the wards and bounce back into place, the numerous gashes all over his body opened back up and the bandages that covered his body were soon stained red.
"Let me out," Harry said yet again, in a voice that was cold and almost as calm as Dumbledore's had been a moment ago, "These wards wouldn't keep me here for long, I can punch my way out and the backlash will seriously hurt you"
"Harry, be reas-" started Sirius before he was pushed to the side and silenced by Harry who glared at Dumbledore.
"Not until I have had my say," said Dumbledore.
"Do you ... do you think I want to ... do you think I give a — I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'VE GOT TO SAY!" Harry roared and his magic filled the room, making it difficult to breath, "I don't want to hear anything you've got to say!"
"You will," said Dumbledore sadly. "Because you are not nearly as angry with me as you ought to be. If you are to attack me, to kill me in a fit of rage as I know you are close to doing, I would like to have thoroughly earned it."
"You selfish old coot, you've all but guaranteed my death with your half baked ritual. I will be summoned back to that table time and time again, who knows how long I can resist the call of that magic. How long before it rips more than skin from my body?" said Harry, his words coming out in an icy manner, his voice no longer raised.
"It is my fault that this is happening to you, Harry" said Dumbledore somberly as if he was seeing someone he loved waste away, "Or I should say almost entirely my fault. I will not be so arrogant as to claim responsibility for the whole. The ritual was a good idea for the most part, but I overestimated some of my members.
They did not have the magical ability nor the magical reserves needed to supply for the ritual. That part I was aware of, but I did not factor in that some of them might not have the desire to have Harry Potter come and save them. Their lack of direction made the ritual much more difficult to direct and since I powered it, I will take responsibility.
If you are truly so angry that violence is the only option, do not turn your wand on anyone but me. I drew the runes, I started it and I ended it."
Harry looked at the tearful Dumbledore standing below him and he felt his wand arm shake as he tried to retain his anger. But how could he? The sight of the man who had raised him back in his own world was sitting at his feet, tears flowing freely. He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't. He wanted to unleash magic so destructive that Tom would blush in envy, but he couldn't ... he wouldn't.
He lowered his shaking and unsilenced Sirius with little more than a thought and a flare of magic.
"You need to fix this Dumbledore, we had a deal" said Harry, "I kill your Voldemort and you find a way for me to go home. Let's amend it so that you don't kill me, find a way to keep me here in one piece. I can't trust you to send me home, just find a way to keep me here without me dying then"
Harry didn't say anything else before he ripped apart the Anti-Apparation wards with a slash of his wand and popped away.
Dumbledore sighed "That went better than I thought it would"
"Are you alright?" asked Sirius as he immediately came to Dumbledore's side and helped the old man to his feet, "Harry seemed to be so angry, how bad did we botch up the ritual?"
"I could not tell you" admitted Dumbledore, "Maybe if you had been part of it, it might have worked better"
"He looked like he was going to tear you apart and you looked like you were going to allow it" noted Sirius
"I doubt either of us would have lasted long against Harry if he really wanted to hurt us" said Dumbledore
"He's certainly scary" said Sirius, "I wouldn't want to fight him"
"I am thankful that I don't have to either" said Dumbledore before he sighed, "He really dismantled most of the wards on this place with ease. I will have Bill swing by soon and put up some new ones. Maybe add a keystone to add some extra power behind the wards"
Sirius nodded, "That would probably be for the the best. Also, never pissing Harry off again would probably be for the best too"
"We might have come to an agreement on that part" said Dumbledore as he waved his wand and set up some basic wards to temporarily make the place more secure. With such poor treatment of Kreacher and the location written down on paper somewhere in here, we can't ever be too careful. Honestly, you should be nicer to him Sirius, he's all that's left of your family"
"I guess" muttered Sirius as he remembered the story that Harry had told him and he felt a pulse of sadness when he thought about the mistreated house elf in his house, but he shook his head and it was gone, "Where do you think Harry went?"
"Probably to release some stress, do not worry about Harry. Worry about whoever is foolish enough to get in his way" said Dumbledore
With Harry:
Harry popped into the end of Diagon Alley, the one part of the alleyway that people never ventured towards. With a quick wave of his wand and he was wearing a pair of standard black robes before he waved his wand once more and he was no longer Harry Potter in the face but a rather non-descript looking young man with slicked back brown hair and brown eyes.
He walked down from the residential area and over towards the shops. Normally he didn't care about the people who might come up to him asking for an autograph nor did he worry about anyone dumb enough to attack him. But he wasn't in the best of moods and didn't want to potentially kill someone.
He entered the first bar that he saw, walking up to the bar as he pulled out enough for twin shots of firewhiskey before he slammed both of them with ease, letting out a belch of cinnamon tasting flames.
Harry repeated this action once, twice, thrice and then a fourth time more before he felt like he was in a much better mood before he on shaky legs walked out of the bar and back out into the alley where he apparated back to Hogsmeade and started to walk up the pathway that lead to the castle.
He might have been a little more on the sauce than he expected as he made his way into the castle, he for the first time years was lost. He wandered around aimlessly, his vision blurring and then he found himself knocking on a door.
The door opened right as he turned around to find someone where to sleep and a tired voice said " Arry, it is early"
Her words were said with a defaulted french accent, something that if she was fully awake would have made her blush. She took so much pride in being able to speak proper English that hearing this accented version would have made her red with anger and embarrassment.
Harry whirled around and he saw the tired form of Fleur looking at him, his shoulders slumped and the magic that created his robes dispelled itself as his legs gave out and he revealed his heavily bandaged form to Fleur.
She was quick reach out and grab him, his form heading towards the floor without her help. She had his torso in her arms, keeping his head from hitting the ground and she could feel the stickiness of the blood in the bandages. The wounds were still open, still bleeding as she held in her hands.
"Harry, are you okay?" asked Fleur as seeing Harry in this shape, but Harry used the opportunity to grab her by the collar and pull her into a soft kiss, one that she returned for a moment before the taste of cinnamon and fire caught her attention.
"You're drunk" she accused as she pulled back, her eyes narrowing in anger as she looked at Harry
"Only a little" burped Harry before he tried to sit up much to hr protest. His wand slipped into his hand and he poured as much magic as he could muster into healing himself.
The magic of the ritual was overpowered and the wounds closed as Harry went limp from a combination of exhaustion, blood loss, and being drunk. She set him down before retreating into her room to grab her wand. She levitate him up and into her room, putting him down on the couch in her common room area of her quarters.
Harry's eyes were unfocused and he was staring off into the distance. Her wall wasn't as interesting as he was making it seem. She sat down next to him and whispered in his ear.
"Talk to me, Harry. What's going on?"
Her voice was soft and warm and it seemingly did the job as Harry muttered something, but his voice was so quiet that she was unable to hear him. She leaned in closer and asked him again.
"The ritual is going to kill me" said Harry with some effort and a hiccup.
Fleur's stomach twisted into a knot upon hearing his slurred words. Ritual? What ritual? If there was ever a chance for her to confirm any of the different theories that she had, this would be her best time.
"What ritual was that Harry? You can tell me" she whispered back to him, her magic blanketing the room and her allure twisted around his tired form, releasing any and all restrictions that he might have had about telling her any of this.
"The ritual that brought me here" he said in a airy manner, his eyes closed and it was only the pain of his body that kept him from simply drifting off to sleep.
Fleur didn't say anything at first as she looked down at the shivering form of Harry before her wand moved without her thinking and a warming charm was cast over Harry who stopped shivering and his eyes regained a little bit of the sharpness that she was used to seeing in his eyes.
"Are you okay" asked Fleur
"Yessss" hissed Harry before Fleur felt a slight shift in magic on his body, it was not the overwhelming cold magic that he usually commanded though. No this magic was like a rainbow of people and whatever it was, it caused his wounds to close for good and he looked much more alert in that moment. But she wasn't going to simply let him leave after the things that he had said, she felt that she deserved some kind of answer from her glass wearing companion ... a man from a different would that had locked lips with her so casually over the last couple of weeks.
"So, you're from another world?" asked Fleur as her wand pressed itself against his neck, digging into the skin in an attempt to intimidate him.
"Yes" answered Harry at once, a completely serious answer from him.
"Are you even Harry Potter?" asked Fleur
"I am Harry James Potter, just not the Harry James Potter that you would have met last year during the TriWizard Tournament. That Harry James Potter met his end in a duel with Tom"
"Tom"
Harry let out a tired laugh at hearing the confused question, "You don't read the paper? Voldemort's real name is Tom Riddle Jr"
"You mean to tell me that random newspaper got it right?" asked Fleur, "How could they have known that? I imagine Tom wouldn't have like that information shared among the public"
Harry beamed weakly, his smile bright even in the darkness of the morning, "I wrote it"
Fleur felt a headache coming on and she shook her head as she removed her wand from Harry's neck.
"So what, you come to this world and then what? You leave? Bouncing from world to world defeating different versions of this Tom fellow?" question Fleur
"No" chuckled Harry, "I grew up in my own world where I had to battle my own Voldemort and I defeated him at 15. I was looking forward to a peaceful year when the Order of the Phoenix of this world managed to create a ritual that would bring a hero capable of defeating this world's Voldemort back to this world"
"And that's you" realized Fleur, "So what happens now? You defeat our world's dark lord and then you go home?"
"Absolutely not" stated Harry, "They did such a shit job at the first ritual that I'm laying here drunk and bleeding on your couch. The botched ritual is going to kill me, I keep getting summoned back to the place of the ritual, it's quite literally ripping me apart from the inside out. I don't know if I can survive much more of it, of this"
Fleur nodded
"Okay ... so what about us?"
"I like you Fleur, I never lied to you about that. I saw a young woman who was being given the shaft by the bigot British world and decided to help you out. I knew you a little bit from my world, but we were also three years apart in age back there, so I never got the chance to make a move on you. But I'm 16 about to be 17 if you count the aging caused by a Time Turner. I feel much more comfortable telling you that I like you, knowing that things are a little bit more level"
"I don't know Harry, you kept all of this a secret from me. How can I trust you?" asked Fleur as she sat down on the edge of the couch, her body pressed against the side of Harry's stomach.
"If I had just come out and said that I was Harry from a different world brought here to kill dear old Moldy Voldy, would you have believed me?" asked Harry
"No" admitted Fleur
"I couldn't say that, but I never lied to you" said Harry as he used his wind ability to push himself up into a sitting position and wrapped Fleur in a weak one armed hug. His left hand drifted up and down her back as he brought his right hand to her chin and he directed her face to look at him in the eyes.
"I can't tell you that i have any idea of how this will end, but I can tell you that I am willing to be in this until the end, whatever ending that we get" whispered Harry
Fleur didn't say anything as she stared into his bright green eyes
"I'm going to kiss you now" said Harry, "If you don't want me to do so, just stop me and all of this ends"
Harry leaned in closer and he froze as he felt Fleur's hands land on his shoulders, keeping him from moving forward. Her hands gripped his shoulder, before sliding to his neck and moving up to the back of his head.
She pulled him forward and their lips met in a soft, yet hungry kiss. Fleur twisted them until she was straddling him, her weight pressing down on his form. Harry leaned back and she followed him on the way down, their lips still connected.
When they did part, Fleur cupped Harry's face and squeezed, "We're not sleeping together tonight, so don't get any ideas. But you don't have to go back to your own bed tonight"
Harry resisted the urge to smile and asked "So, what does this mean for us?"
"Us? It means that you and I will have to tolerate each other a little while longer Potter" she said as she brought her lips to his neck and nipped at it
Harry couldn't stop the smile this time and he wagged his eyebrows, "Let's take this to the bed than shall we"
He took a deep breath and his magic flared as it wrapped around both of them and they floated off of the couch and drifted over to her bed. Upon landing, Harry flipped them over and his mouth left hers, before finding her cheek, her neck, her collar bone and then her shirt and bra disappeared off her body and onto the bedding as his mouth continued the natural path and Harry was continued on determined to discover every single nook and cranny of Fleur's body. It would require some time and effort but it was something that he was willing to take one for the team for.
The Next Morning: Sunrise
Harry woke up early and had to untangle himself from Fleur's surprisingly strong grip, even as much as he wish he didn't have to. But he had a couple of things to do and laying around in bed wasn't one of them unfortunately.
Making his way back to his common room, Harry slipped into his shared room and opened his trunk before climbing down into it. He was greeted by the sight of Narcissa's backside as she was bent over cleaning something off the floor.
"Hello love" said Harry as he brought himself to her attention. She turned around and looked at him, her eyes dropped down to his mid section and she licked her lips.
"Sorry, no time for that" said Harry as he remembered his deal with Draco, "I've actually come this way for another reason. Your son is under the impression that you're dead. Voldy has him under his thumb saying that he's next, but I am trying to save him"
Narcissa gave a kind smile, "You take me out of the life and are now doing the same for my son, you're too kind"
"I try" joked Harry, "I need you to write him a letter saying that you're okay and it needs to contain something that would allow him to know that it's you"
Narcissa nodded and immediately raced off to write such letter and within 10 minutes, she was handing over the letter which Harry used a school owl to deliver.
After setting Draco up to be his agent on the inside, Harry sent a message to Dumbledore, it was time for him to set up the second part of his plan. The DA needed to get a jump start, after all without it, he never could have gotten Fleur to come live in the castle.
Harry arrived at breakfast roughly a few minutes after Hermione and Ron, who were hunched over the morning paper together, hissing angrily at each other. Harry sat on the other side of Neville.
"Any idea of what is driving those two crazy nice and properly" asked Harry to Neville as he started loading his plate with food.
"Yeah, the paper is saying that You Know Who defeated Harry last night, the whole country is in uproar" answered Neville absentmindedly
"That's insane, I would have called that duel last night a draw more than a defeat of either of us. But then again, Tom lives in his own world the bald bastard" dismissed Harry
Neville gasped "Harry, you're okay"
"For the most part, might have a screw or two loose in my head, but I'm in generally good health at the moment" joked Harry
"We thought you were dead" said Neville
"Neville, my chubby faced friend, if Voldy beheading me couldn't kill me, what makes you think that I'm going to simply roll over because the snake faced bastard wants me to?"
Neville genuinely looked confused by the rhetorical question, bless his soul. Harry decided to take pity on him and continued on to say, "We fought and it was a draw Nev, don't worry about me. I give it as good as anyone alive at the moment"
"I wish I could say the same" mumbled Neville
"Oh don't worry about that Neville, you'll find your place in the world much sooner than you think" said Harry before he gave his blond friend a soft clap on the back.
Dumbledore strolled into the Great Hall and him and Harry shared a brief set of eye contract before they shared a mutual nod of respect. Harry knew that he wasn't going to win this war fighting both Dumbledore and Tom. Dumbledore knew that he couldn't win this war without Harry in general, that was the entire reason that he was here.
The mail came in and Draco received the mail from his mom and his face grew bright red as whatever she used to verify her identity was not what Draco expected to read. Nevertheless, Draco looked over to the Gryffindor table and gave a small nod to Harry, showing that he was good to go with the plan.
It was near the end of breakfast when Dumbledore rose to his feet, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
"Good morning, I hope that this fine morning, I myself have a bad back, slept on the wrong side of an angry spell" joked Dumbledore, getting scattered laughter from the students.
"Anyway, angry teenagers aside, due to the recent activity of the terrorist known as Voldemort *Mass Student flinching*, it has come to my attention that the standard Defense Against the Dark Arts is simply not enough. I cannot get the ministry to change what has to be taught, so Hogwarts is once again bringing back the dueling club as Professor Lockhart had three years ago"
The room filled with chattering at the news and Harry elbowed Neville, telling him to pay attention to the announcement.
"The leader of the club shall be the one who due to some technicalities, has the most experience fighting against Voldemort *One of the students from Ravenclaw fainted* and thus after some consideration, Harry Potter will be leading the club"
The Slytherins groaned and Harry rolled his eyes before he stood up and pointed his wand at their table, silencing the entire table before pointing his wand at his throat and amplifying his voice.
"Hello, yes it is I, Harry bleeping Potter. I know, aren't I supposed to be dead? The paper tends to get these things wrong, Tom aka Moldy Voldy couldn't get a confirmed kill on me if I stabbed myself in the heart.
Now, I know you're all wondering why would I sign up to teach y'all when generally you guys turn your back on me literally every chance you get, see last year for example. Still waiting on those apologizes guys, but the truth of the matter is simple, Voldemort is back and his death eaters don't care about hurting children. He's going to attack our trains, he's going to attack any pureblood families that don't join him.
My destiny is to defeat him, but I can't afford to protect every single one of you. You saw him invade the castle, he did not care that his follower's children where here. He would have razed this place to the ground and never blinked. I want to give you a chance to learn how to defend yourself in the real world. Take it or leave it"
With that Harry sat back down and went back to eating his fried egg sandwich.
A/N: Done with this shit. The discord said 6k words and I did my best to do with with this being 6.2k before I uploaded it to FFN. Due to complaints, no flashback in this chapter but we did reveal what is ailing Harry in the magic department, a faulty ritual that is literally summoning bits and pieces of him back to the site of the ritual that brought him to this world.
Next chapter will not be a Harry Chapter as I have some other characters that need to be fleshed out a bit before we move along with the plot. Crazy to think that story is officially 56 percent done. I only have 11 more chapters left to write for this story or that is at least the plan.
It's current 11:46 pm on Sunday, June 26, 2022, so I ain't got shit else to say. Good night.
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