"Remus? Are you home?" Nymphadora opened the door to the small two room flat that she and he shared.
"Out here." The distant voice carried from the small balcony. Nymphadora turned and locked the door behind her as she took off her over cloak. Making her way through the flat, Nymphadora saw him sitting in one of the chair that she and Remus had picked out on a shopping adventure last week.
Nymphadora was far from bulging in her pregnancy; her bump was quite prominent now in her fifth month. Her peasant tops and pregnancy shirts that she would find at small muggle shops, brought tears to her eyes. She was going to be a mother. Before this, the impact wasn't as strong, infact, it seemed somewhat surreal to her. Like she was watching herself from outside of her own body.
She now stood behind Remus' chair, he wasn't turning to watch her, and he kept his gaze riveted to the brick wall in front of him.
"Is the view as wonderful as it seems?" Nymphadora thought humor would break the silence.
"No." Remus' withdrawn statement was a barb in her skin. Since their marriage, which seemed to be all she hoped for, was in fact, almost a jail sentence. Both were miserable without being able to express their feelings to each other, and both wary of what to tell the other. Nymphadora looked out into the snowy rooftops of London. Christmas Eve was tomorrow, and the hidden gifts in Nymphadora's closet would come out, and hopefully a holiday where they could love each other could commence.
"Sit down." Remus said softly. Finally turning, he gazed upon his petite wife. She wore a pastel colored top with a pair of jeans for pregnant women. She was dressed simply, but quite beautiful in his eyes. "I believe we have to talk." Remus swallowed the hard lump in his throat. He could see Nymphadora was miserable and worn out from living with him. He didn't even touch her, except at night when he could let his love show. He would curl up behind her letting his hands spread over the creation with in her body that he thanked everyday for bringing her to him.
"What's wrong, Remus?" Oh, great, he's scared her.
"Nothing. Nymphadora, I see you're not happy in this marriage. And, for Christmas, I'll let you absolve the marriage if you wish." He couldn't look at her. He couldn't let her see how much anguish it was to let her go. To let her love another man as much as he loved her. In a scant few months he had fallen hard for the little girl he'd seen grown up.
"No." Remus' breath caught in his throat. No?! But, but, wasn't this what she would want?! Confused, he looked up to see Nymphadora's lower lip trembling.
"Oh, Nymphadora, don't cry, I've made you cry enough!" Pained, he rose from his chair to cradle Nymphadora's tear streaked face.
"I can't, because I would be leaving the one I'm in love with." By this time, Nymphadora was hiccupping with sobs and leaning into Remus.
"You, what?" Remus breathed, he had to hear it one more time. Just once more.
"I love you, you silly fool!" Nymphadora laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Remus began to laugh. He felt the weight of sorrow lift from his chest and felt the joy of being complete enter his soul. The broken man he was since Sirius' death was finally healing.
"And I love you, my little Nymph." Burying his face in the sweet smelling crook of Nymphadora's neck, he smiled. "And I can finally show you!" He stood with Nymphadora in his arms, swinging around letting her feet lift from the ground.
"Oh? And how would that be?" Smiling, Nymphadora giggled. Her wet eyelashes were spiky and her cheeks were rosy from tears.
"With kisses." Remus leaned forward and caught Nymphadora's lips with his own letting the salty taste of tears and her own unique taste that reminded him of vanilla and cinnamon. "I think this Christmas will be better than last year." Chuckling, he carried his little wife inside their home.
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Severus and Hermione stood outside the family manor of the Snape's on Christmas Eve. Bundled in scarves and coats, the warm clouds of breath drifted in front of their noses.
"Only your family had to pick somewhere cold to originate from." Hermione grumbled.
"I apologize for not being Greek, Hermione. I'm Italian by way of Britain. But my family finds Greenland home." Severus said sarcastically.
"Wonderful." Hermione shivered and leaned into Severus. Suddenly, the heavy door creaked open to reveal a group of house elves bundled in miniature parkas.
"Master Snape!" One squeaked. "We thought you died!" Another squeaked. "Oh thanks heaven!" One sighed.
"What's all this racket about?!" A voice snapped from beyond the door. "Don't let the heat out you infernal creatures!" It resembled Severus' voice, but slightly rustier. A tall archaic man with inky black hair laced with gray came around the corner. It was like seeing Severus in thirty years. Once the two met eye contact, the eyebrows on the older man shot up. "Severus?" The hushed voice carried over the howl of the wind outside.
"Hello, Father." Severus swallowed hard and clasped Hermione's hand.
"Come, come in." He stepped back and shoved the gathering of house elves to the side. "Out of the way you over grown rats!" He barked. "Your mother will be surprised. We were going to sit down to dinner shortly." Composed, the elder Snape motioned them into the manor.
"Thank you." Severus murmured as he pressed the hand against Hermione's back to usher her in. He hadn't entered his parents home in nearly twenty years. He hadn't spoken to his only other brother in twenty years. His younger brother, who died several months ago, was the only one who stuck with him through his dark days. Sergio had been a wonderful brother, which was another story with Vittorio. Vittorio, his elder brother who loved to prove he was better than his baby brother who couldn't do anything. Since the day he decided that he could do something and join the Death Eaters, Vittorio refused to speak with him.
"Severus, if you squeeze my hand any tighter, my bones will crack." Hermione muttered. Wincing, Severus released his hold on her hand and walked silently beside her. How could he forget Hermione? She had to go through the grueling process of his family! He looked down at the top of her head letting a ghost of a smile grace his face. Tonight he'd present her to his family and get the wedding ring from the safe. Everything was perfect. He had life, love, and family.
"Severus, glad you could join the family thirty years late." The snide voice of Vittorio, his elder brother, reached his ears.
"Pleasant to see you, brother." Severus said tightly.
"Vittorio! Severus! You will not ruin my holiday!" The voice of Severus' mother entered the conversation. She was a short wiry woman with chestnut hair streaked with gray and white at the temples. She turned to see Hermione and a smile lit up her features. "Oh! The woman Severus mentioned! Now, he didn't mention your name."
"Hermione, wonderful to meet you Mrs. Snape." Hermione offered her hand to the woman.
"Oh, only sycophants call me Mrs. Snape. Call me, Penelope." Her warm hand clasped Hermione's "I bet Sebastian has been terrorizing you and the elves, poor dears. We were going to sit down to dinner if you'll join us?"
"We only came for a game of chess, of course we'll stay mother!" Severus sighed. "Always wanting to tend to everyone."
"I think I now know where Severus' temper comes from." Hermione chuckled glancing at Sebastian and Severus scowl at them.
"Oh, of course, since he was just a toddler it's been like that!" Penelope laughed and guided Hermione toward the delicious smell. "I'll have to pull out some photos for you to look at. He was such an adorable child." As Penelope and Hermione chatted, Vittorio and Sebastian came down on Severus.
"Looks a bit young, brother." Vittorio sneered.
"She's nineteen." Severus sighed and looked toward the ceiling.
"To your thirty eight? Certainly you are robbing the cradle!" Sebastian scoffed.
"Her mind is like a steel trap, just try to treat her like her age and she'll eat you for lunch." Severus growled.
"Hmph, hardly. Is she even a pureblood?" Vittorio asked.
"No, both her parents are muggles who are protected by Dumbledore." Severus glared at his brother. "And I thought being prejudice against muggle parentage was for Death Eaters."
"Precisely, isn't that what you should be thinking?" Vittorio said snidely.
"She was one of the two to bring down Voldemort. I would think you would recognize her from the papers." Severus snapped. His family was being unreasonable!
"Hermione Granger, that's who you're marrying?!" Sebastian gasped.
"Honestly!" Severus growled as he finally seated himself beside Hermione at the dining table. Grumbling, he picked up the already filled goblet of wine and took a healthy swallow.
"Trouble at home?" Hermione laid a hand on Severus' thigh, whispering in his ear.
"Trouble is hardly the word for it." Severus snapped.
"Your mother likes me." Hermione smiled.
"She would like a one eyed monster." Severus grumbled. "Plus the fact that I'm the first to marry."
"Hush, let's eat and then we can mingle and work it out with your family." Pressing a kiss to Severus' cheek, Hermione settled in her chair and began to eat.
"So, you and that Harry Potter were the ones to defeat Voldemort?" Sebastian asked after dinner when the family sat in front of the roaring fire.
"Temporarily. We don't know for sure. That's why Harry is being watched during his Auror training. He and Ron are partners. They wanted me to enter to be a team, but I decided to be an apprentice to Severus." She smiled at Severus. "I guess that's where we hit it off, so to speak."
"Interesting. So, I assume you and Potter had relations?" Vittorio cut in. Hermione sighed exasperated.
"You know, Vittorio, I'm asked that too many times to count. And what amuses me, is that you are so much like Severus when he taught during my years. Very bitter and lonely. I know your brother, Sergio, is gone, but that gives you now excuse almost a half of a year later to be such an - excuse my language- asshole. I never told Severus that, because I was too in love to upset that apple cart, but I would've if I was angry enough." Hermione sighed and leaned into Severus who sat beside her shocked to the bone.
Vittorio narrowed his eyes. "Thank you for the insipid insight, Ms. Granger. But you have no place to say so." He spat.
"Vittorio, you will hold your tongue!" Penelope spoke up. "She is a guest and soon to be family!" She turned to Severus. :Are you going to sit there like a dead fish?" Snorting, she leaned back in her chair and looked into the fire.
"I'm sorry for ruining your holiday. I think I'll retire." Hermione rose and walked out of the room.
"Severus."
"Mother, I'm trying to think how I can go upstairs to my fiancée and not get my head bitten off for being in shock." Severus ran his hands down his face.
"You're whipped." Vittorio muttered into his drink.
"This is all your fault anyway." Severus growled from behind the mask of his hands.
"Go and talk to her, or more if you put a silencing charm on. She might be in the wrong room, direct her to your old room. It's still in the same place." Sebastian spoke up.
"Thank you. Merry Christmas." Bend from the waist, he pressed a kiss to his mother's worn cheek.
Hermione was in what she suspected was Severus' room. It was a lighter shade of slate with royal blue accents. It also had no luggage or sign of habitation. She had drawn the curtains and watched the snow fall in flurries across the bare land.
She jumped when a pair of warm hands slid down her arms to wraps around her ribs and a chin rest upon her head.
"Good evening, Severus." Hermione said coolly.
"Hermione, you know I could not have spoken against my elder brother." Severus started.
"That is no excuse!" She turned and pressed her finger tips to her chest. "I'm going to be your wife! Does that not have any say?!" By now the threat of tears burned her eyes and her voice had a slight tremor.
"Of course. I regretted my silence as soon as you left. I am here for apologies, not a war." Severus slid his hands down her arms to clutch her hands. "Hermione, I love you. Coming here was a huge step for me. You urged me here with your support. I am hardly the man to show how his inner self is feeling." Severus ended sarcastically.
"I know." Hermione rested her forehead on his chest. "Your brother is an absolute wretch." She smiled when she felt Severus chuckle.
"I completely agree." Pressing a kiss to her neck, Severus' hands trailed to press against her abdomen.
"Then we should be very cruel to him, during our stay." Hermione let a smile curl on her lips.
"I think we should avoid him and keep to our own devices." With this, he gently cupped her breasts.
"Absolutely." Turning in Severus' arms, Hermione kissed her fiancée.
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Christmas morning dawned bright and cheery with a fresh layer of snow to greet the new engaged couples. Piles of gifts sat at the end of their beds waiting to be opened.
"Morning." Harry pressed a kiss to Ginny's forehead as he sat up.
"Hn?" Ginny groaned and sat up trying to follow Harry's boxer clad bottom bending over the piles of gifts.
"Merry Christmas, my future wife." Harry smiled and tugged the corner of the comforter trying to urge Ginny out of bed.
"Harry, it's too early!" Ginny whined trying to curl under the covers.
"Ah, ah, ah! Come on." Harry hooked his hands around Ginny's waist and hauled her out.
"Noooooooo!" Ginny moaned.
"Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy wealthy and wise!" Harry chimed in as he sat with Ginny in his lap.
"If I have to put up with this when we're married, I won't! I won't stand for it!" Ginny protested as a gift was thrust in her hands.
"We'll see." Harry pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck as she opened yet another Weasley sweater from her mother.
A/N: Hey guys, I know it's beginning to wind down, and I think it'll only be about 2 more chapters left. I know! I know! It'll be sad to end but I will work extra hard on making them good!
"Out here." The distant voice carried from the small balcony. Nymphadora turned and locked the door behind her as she took off her over cloak. Making her way through the flat, Nymphadora saw him sitting in one of the chair that she and Remus had picked out on a shopping adventure last week.
Nymphadora was far from bulging in her pregnancy; her bump was quite prominent now in her fifth month. Her peasant tops and pregnancy shirts that she would find at small muggle shops, brought tears to her eyes. She was going to be a mother. Before this, the impact wasn't as strong, infact, it seemed somewhat surreal to her. Like she was watching herself from outside of her own body.
She now stood behind Remus' chair, he wasn't turning to watch her, and he kept his gaze riveted to the brick wall in front of him.
"Is the view as wonderful as it seems?" Nymphadora thought humor would break the silence.
"No." Remus' withdrawn statement was a barb in her skin. Since their marriage, which seemed to be all she hoped for, was in fact, almost a jail sentence. Both were miserable without being able to express their feelings to each other, and both wary of what to tell the other. Nymphadora looked out into the snowy rooftops of London. Christmas Eve was tomorrow, and the hidden gifts in Nymphadora's closet would come out, and hopefully a holiday where they could love each other could commence.
"Sit down." Remus said softly. Finally turning, he gazed upon his petite wife. She wore a pastel colored top with a pair of jeans for pregnant women. She was dressed simply, but quite beautiful in his eyes. "I believe we have to talk." Remus swallowed the hard lump in his throat. He could see Nymphadora was miserable and worn out from living with him. He didn't even touch her, except at night when he could let his love show. He would curl up behind her letting his hands spread over the creation with in her body that he thanked everyday for bringing her to him.
"What's wrong, Remus?" Oh, great, he's scared her.
"Nothing. Nymphadora, I see you're not happy in this marriage. And, for Christmas, I'll let you absolve the marriage if you wish." He couldn't look at her. He couldn't let her see how much anguish it was to let her go. To let her love another man as much as he loved her. In a scant few months he had fallen hard for the little girl he'd seen grown up.
"No." Remus' breath caught in his throat. No?! But, but, wasn't this what she would want?! Confused, he looked up to see Nymphadora's lower lip trembling.
"Oh, Nymphadora, don't cry, I've made you cry enough!" Pained, he rose from his chair to cradle Nymphadora's tear streaked face.
"I can't, because I would be leaving the one I'm in love with." By this time, Nymphadora was hiccupping with sobs and leaning into Remus.
"You, what?" Remus breathed, he had to hear it one more time. Just once more.
"I love you, you silly fool!" Nymphadora laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Remus began to laugh. He felt the weight of sorrow lift from his chest and felt the joy of being complete enter his soul. The broken man he was since Sirius' death was finally healing.
"And I love you, my little Nymph." Burying his face in the sweet smelling crook of Nymphadora's neck, he smiled. "And I can finally show you!" He stood with Nymphadora in his arms, swinging around letting her feet lift from the ground.
"Oh? And how would that be?" Smiling, Nymphadora giggled. Her wet eyelashes were spiky and her cheeks were rosy from tears.
"With kisses." Remus leaned forward and caught Nymphadora's lips with his own letting the salty taste of tears and her own unique taste that reminded him of vanilla and cinnamon. "I think this Christmas will be better than last year." Chuckling, he carried his little wife inside their home.
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Severus and Hermione stood outside the family manor of the Snape's on Christmas Eve. Bundled in scarves and coats, the warm clouds of breath drifted in front of their noses.
"Only your family had to pick somewhere cold to originate from." Hermione grumbled.
"I apologize for not being Greek, Hermione. I'm Italian by way of Britain. But my family finds Greenland home." Severus said sarcastically.
"Wonderful." Hermione shivered and leaned into Severus. Suddenly, the heavy door creaked open to reveal a group of house elves bundled in miniature parkas.
"Master Snape!" One squeaked. "We thought you died!" Another squeaked. "Oh thanks heaven!" One sighed.
"What's all this racket about?!" A voice snapped from beyond the door. "Don't let the heat out you infernal creatures!" It resembled Severus' voice, but slightly rustier. A tall archaic man with inky black hair laced with gray came around the corner. It was like seeing Severus in thirty years. Once the two met eye contact, the eyebrows on the older man shot up. "Severus?" The hushed voice carried over the howl of the wind outside.
"Hello, Father." Severus swallowed hard and clasped Hermione's hand.
"Come, come in." He stepped back and shoved the gathering of house elves to the side. "Out of the way you over grown rats!" He barked. "Your mother will be surprised. We were going to sit down to dinner shortly." Composed, the elder Snape motioned them into the manor.
"Thank you." Severus murmured as he pressed the hand against Hermione's back to usher her in. He hadn't entered his parents home in nearly twenty years. He hadn't spoken to his only other brother in twenty years. His younger brother, who died several months ago, was the only one who stuck with him through his dark days. Sergio had been a wonderful brother, which was another story with Vittorio. Vittorio, his elder brother who loved to prove he was better than his baby brother who couldn't do anything. Since the day he decided that he could do something and join the Death Eaters, Vittorio refused to speak with him.
"Severus, if you squeeze my hand any tighter, my bones will crack." Hermione muttered. Wincing, Severus released his hold on her hand and walked silently beside her. How could he forget Hermione? She had to go through the grueling process of his family! He looked down at the top of her head letting a ghost of a smile grace his face. Tonight he'd present her to his family and get the wedding ring from the safe. Everything was perfect. He had life, love, and family.
"Severus, glad you could join the family thirty years late." The snide voice of Vittorio, his elder brother, reached his ears.
"Pleasant to see you, brother." Severus said tightly.
"Vittorio! Severus! You will not ruin my holiday!" The voice of Severus' mother entered the conversation. She was a short wiry woman with chestnut hair streaked with gray and white at the temples. She turned to see Hermione and a smile lit up her features. "Oh! The woman Severus mentioned! Now, he didn't mention your name."
"Hermione, wonderful to meet you Mrs. Snape." Hermione offered her hand to the woman.
"Oh, only sycophants call me Mrs. Snape. Call me, Penelope." Her warm hand clasped Hermione's "I bet Sebastian has been terrorizing you and the elves, poor dears. We were going to sit down to dinner if you'll join us?"
"We only came for a game of chess, of course we'll stay mother!" Severus sighed. "Always wanting to tend to everyone."
"I think I now know where Severus' temper comes from." Hermione chuckled glancing at Sebastian and Severus scowl at them.
"Oh, of course, since he was just a toddler it's been like that!" Penelope laughed and guided Hermione toward the delicious smell. "I'll have to pull out some photos for you to look at. He was such an adorable child." As Penelope and Hermione chatted, Vittorio and Sebastian came down on Severus.
"Looks a bit young, brother." Vittorio sneered.
"She's nineteen." Severus sighed and looked toward the ceiling.
"To your thirty eight? Certainly you are robbing the cradle!" Sebastian scoffed.
"Her mind is like a steel trap, just try to treat her like her age and she'll eat you for lunch." Severus growled.
"Hmph, hardly. Is she even a pureblood?" Vittorio asked.
"No, both her parents are muggles who are protected by Dumbledore." Severus glared at his brother. "And I thought being prejudice against muggle parentage was for Death Eaters."
"Precisely, isn't that what you should be thinking?" Vittorio said snidely.
"She was one of the two to bring down Voldemort. I would think you would recognize her from the papers." Severus snapped. His family was being unreasonable!
"Hermione Granger, that's who you're marrying?!" Sebastian gasped.
"Honestly!" Severus growled as he finally seated himself beside Hermione at the dining table. Grumbling, he picked up the already filled goblet of wine and took a healthy swallow.
"Trouble at home?" Hermione laid a hand on Severus' thigh, whispering in his ear.
"Trouble is hardly the word for it." Severus snapped.
"Your mother likes me." Hermione smiled.
"She would like a one eyed monster." Severus grumbled. "Plus the fact that I'm the first to marry."
"Hush, let's eat and then we can mingle and work it out with your family." Pressing a kiss to Severus' cheek, Hermione settled in her chair and began to eat.
"So, you and that Harry Potter were the ones to defeat Voldemort?" Sebastian asked after dinner when the family sat in front of the roaring fire.
"Temporarily. We don't know for sure. That's why Harry is being watched during his Auror training. He and Ron are partners. They wanted me to enter to be a team, but I decided to be an apprentice to Severus." She smiled at Severus. "I guess that's where we hit it off, so to speak."
"Interesting. So, I assume you and Potter had relations?" Vittorio cut in. Hermione sighed exasperated.
"You know, Vittorio, I'm asked that too many times to count. And what amuses me, is that you are so much like Severus when he taught during my years. Very bitter and lonely. I know your brother, Sergio, is gone, but that gives you now excuse almost a half of a year later to be such an - excuse my language- asshole. I never told Severus that, because I was too in love to upset that apple cart, but I would've if I was angry enough." Hermione sighed and leaned into Severus who sat beside her shocked to the bone.
Vittorio narrowed his eyes. "Thank you for the insipid insight, Ms. Granger. But you have no place to say so." He spat.
"Vittorio, you will hold your tongue!" Penelope spoke up. "She is a guest and soon to be family!" She turned to Severus. :Are you going to sit there like a dead fish?" Snorting, she leaned back in her chair and looked into the fire.
"I'm sorry for ruining your holiday. I think I'll retire." Hermione rose and walked out of the room.
"Severus."
"Mother, I'm trying to think how I can go upstairs to my fiancée and not get my head bitten off for being in shock." Severus ran his hands down his face.
"You're whipped." Vittorio muttered into his drink.
"This is all your fault anyway." Severus growled from behind the mask of his hands.
"Go and talk to her, or more if you put a silencing charm on. She might be in the wrong room, direct her to your old room. It's still in the same place." Sebastian spoke up.
"Thank you. Merry Christmas." Bend from the waist, he pressed a kiss to his mother's worn cheek.
Hermione was in what she suspected was Severus' room. It was a lighter shade of slate with royal blue accents. It also had no luggage or sign of habitation. She had drawn the curtains and watched the snow fall in flurries across the bare land.
She jumped when a pair of warm hands slid down her arms to wraps around her ribs and a chin rest upon her head.
"Good evening, Severus." Hermione said coolly.
"Hermione, you know I could not have spoken against my elder brother." Severus started.
"That is no excuse!" She turned and pressed her finger tips to her chest. "I'm going to be your wife! Does that not have any say?!" By now the threat of tears burned her eyes and her voice had a slight tremor.
"Of course. I regretted my silence as soon as you left. I am here for apologies, not a war." Severus slid his hands down her arms to clutch her hands. "Hermione, I love you. Coming here was a huge step for me. You urged me here with your support. I am hardly the man to show how his inner self is feeling." Severus ended sarcastically.
"I know." Hermione rested her forehead on his chest. "Your brother is an absolute wretch." She smiled when she felt Severus chuckle.
"I completely agree." Pressing a kiss to her neck, Severus' hands trailed to press against her abdomen.
"Then we should be very cruel to him, during our stay." Hermione let a smile curl on her lips.
"I think we should avoid him and keep to our own devices." With this, he gently cupped her breasts.
"Absolutely." Turning in Severus' arms, Hermione kissed her fiancée.
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Christmas morning dawned bright and cheery with a fresh layer of snow to greet the new engaged couples. Piles of gifts sat at the end of their beds waiting to be opened.
"Morning." Harry pressed a kiss to Ginny's forehead as he sat up.
"Hn?" Ginny groaned and sat up trying to follow Harry's boxer clad bottom bending over the piles of gifts.
"Merry Christmas, my future wife." Harry smiled and tugged the corner of the comforter trying to urge Ginny out of bed.
"Harry, it's too early!" Ginny whined trying to curl under the covers.
"Ah, ah, ah! Come on." Harry hooked his hands around Ginny's waist and hauled her out.
"Noooooooo!" Ginny moaned.
"Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy wealthy and wise!" Harry chimed in as he sat with Ginny in his lap.
"If I have to put up with this when we're married, I won't! I won't stand for it!" Ginny protested as a gift was thrust in her hands.
"We'll see." Harry pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck as she opened yet another Weasley sweater from her mother.
A/N: Hey guys, I know it's beginning to wind down, and I think it'll only be about 2 more chapters left. I know! I know! It'll be sad to end but I will work extra hard on making them good!