Pandora's Box Chapter Eight: Cold, a harry potter fanfic

Pandora's Box

Kneazle

DC: I do not own Harry Potter or afflictions to Warner's Bros. or J.K. Rowling's. I merely use the characters for entertainment purposes only. Anything mentioned in this story is afflicted only to its rightful produces. I own nothing but the plot.

AN: Prefer listening to "Lord of the Rings", "Harry Potter" soundtracks or songs which lyrics have been inserted while reading. Also, the Renaissances become teachers. Think of this story to be like X-Men: they fight and teach, and have similar powers to: ex, Hermione = Kitty Pryde. The song during chapter eight is by Godsmack, "Awake".

[Feb. 26, 02]

**-**

We kiss
the stars
we writhe
we are…

Your name
Desire
Your flesh
we are…

Cold so cold
we are so
cold, so cold,
We're so cold…

Cold so cold,
We are so
cold, so cold
We're so cold …

Your mouth
these words
Silence
it turns
Humming
we laugh
My head
falls back…

Cold so cold
we are so,
Cold, so cold
We're so cold

– Static-X, "Cold", from the

Queen of the Damned Soundtrack

**-**

Chapter Eight

The ten of them, the Renaissance, strode forward and ahead, not looking back as they left their brooms lying on the grass. They, somehow strangely enough, were all wearing similar clothing.

Hermione and the other women in the group wore their hair back, black tanks and flexible pants or in Lavender's case, miniskirt. They also wore combat boots – you'd never know when they'd come in handy.

The men, like Harry wore black wife beaters, baggy pants to hide their wands and other items in, and some sort of coat overtop, except for Draco. He wore the black clothing, of course, but he wore a trench coat and docs instead of boots like the others. The black contrasted deeply with his silver hair.

The doors to Hogwarts swung open, without anyone standing there. The group walked in, looking in every direction for unwanted obstacles.

"Well, well," said a voice. There, emerging out of the darkness was a Death Eater wearing no mask. It seemed as if they didn't need it here. "If it isn't Harry Potter. And once again, he's back and ready to destroy the Dark Lord."

Draco hissed dangerously beside Hermione. She stared ahead with her eyes cold, her body pose saying she had no time to deal with the likes of him.

"Avery," snarled Harry, his emerald eyes flashing perilously behind his glasses. Avery stepped closer still, his wand out, and his eyes darting from one member of the group to another.

"No funny business Potter," he said quietly. "I'm going to take you to my Lord where he'll deal with you accordingly in front of his school."

"That puts a damper on our plan, now, doesn't it?" said Lavender lightly.

Harry nodded. "Well? What are you waiting for? Take us."

Avery faltered a bit at this, but answered curtly, "this way," only the group walked briskly past him, into the Great Hall where they had used to eat all the time. Avery looked frazzled, but followed with his wand in Neville's back.

The group calmly walked in, and Voldemort and Riddle looked up from the high table and thrones they sat on.

Hermione's eyes swept the table; she spotted McGonagall, Snape, Sinistra, Flitwick and even Trelawney. They all looked tired and wearisome, as if their magic was being drained out of them.

Harry, said Hermione in her mind. His reply was instantaneous.

What, Mione?

Um… is it just more or do the teachers look tired and drained of their magic? She asked, regarding their faces carefully. At this, Harry's eyes also swept the table, as they had been trained on Riddle since the moment he entered.

You're right. We'll deal with that later, okay? He then ended the thought transmission, as the group lined up again, facing the Dark Lord and Riddle, their backs to the students.

"Potter," hissed Voldemort. "Come to fight me once and for all? Ready to die?"

"Why don't you tell your lackey to shut up, Riddle? Come and fight me yourself," he snapped loudly. The crowd twittered.

Riddle's expression didn't change much. He tilted his head to his side, and with a curious look, he asked, "how long have you known, Potter?"

Harry scoffed. "Excuse me, but I fought you in my second year. I think that your face –past, present or future faces in that matter – are pretty hard to erase from my memory."

"Nice to know I'm remembered," he retorted. His scarlet eyes bore into Harry's emerald. "And I see that your Renaissance have joined you. You're not as strong as you used to be, Potter."

"Are you so sure?" he asked back.

"Are you?" countered Riddle, raising a black eyebrow. They continued to stare at each other, in silence. The others stood, watching them and the other Death Eaters in the room to see if someone was going to attack. Finally, Riddle lowered his gaze and snapped his fingers.

"Yes, milord?" asked a skinny man in robes. He bent his head and kissed Riddle's hand as he asked this.

Riddle looked up lazily, and said with an airy tone, "kill them."

Instants later, Death Eaters swarmed in to the Great Hall, surrounding the ten. They looked at the large group in derision. They stepped out of their line, in a circle, all backs facing one another.

The students screamed and ran away, watching the Renaissance duck spells and punch a few of the Death Eaters.

Ron sparred off against five Death Eaters at the same time. Two charged at him, while two others shot spells. The last one moved in between the two. He grinned, and closed his eyes for a split second. During this time, it was like time slowed for him; he reached down into his soul and grasped his superpower, and pulled it up over himself mentally. Instantly, he felt the effects. He was now moving too fast for the others, and everything seemed to be going in slow motion for him.

He ducked the two fists coming at him, grabbing one by the neck and twisting it with his hand. The Death Eater was dead milliseconds after he charged at Ron. The other seemed to sense something was going on, and tried to twist his body away mid-leap. Ron calculated that move, like one would in chess, and blocked him, punching him in the stomach. The man doubled over, but within the next second Ron had slammed him to the ground and twisted his body in the opposite direction. The body fell crumpled to the floor in an inhuman position.

The two spells coming at him were dodged easily by tilting his head to the left slightly and then to the right a few inches more, one flash after the other. They didn't even graze him.

After, he ran around behind the two spell casters, knocked them together by the head and watched them drop to the floor unconscious. He slowed his speed and looked evenly at the last one.

He looked frightened, horrified. Ron smirked, his head slightly bent forward, his hair falling over his forehead and obscuring his blue eyes slightly. The Death Eater he was facing nearly wet his pants, bubbling like a baby.

Ron didn't waste any time stepping forward and snapping the man's wand in two – then he used his own to perform Avada Kedavra. This happened within seconds Riddle had declared, "kill them."

Lavender used her wand most of the time, aiming perfect curses and hexes at people, with Ginny's help. Together, Ginny would mentally spring the wands out of the Death Eater's hands, snap them mentally, and then together they would kill them one by one, or zap two of them at the same time with a hex.

Blaise, usually the quiet intellect of their group, had somehow managed to get in tune with his powers. He himself was fairly agile, but strong. Using his muscles, he could block an attack while punching someone's daylights out with the other hand. Instead, he was telekinetically charging particle bits, like rocks and wand wood; with a hot pink glow and then sending them forcefully out towards the Death Eaters. When they came in contact with the telekinetic charged particles, it took about three seconds before the particles burned hot, boiling and blistering the skin and then finally a few seconds after that, blowing up.

Therefore, around Blaise, there was a lot of blood and other unidentifiable human body parts. He, himself, was getting pretty grossed out about it, but realized his plan and kept going at it, as not that many Death Eaters were around him.

Draco was flying around, above the Death Eaters heads, sending down spells himself or knocking them down by doing flying kicks at them.

He was finishing up when a Death Eater knocked his foot away from his face, forcefully. Draco slammed into the ground and looked up, angry.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" he snarled, his spit flying as he said this. The man above him removed his Death Eater mask slowly, carefully. Draco found himself fascinated. After all, who was this man that dared to defy him?

Once they mask was removed, Draco swallowed a gasp and the vomit that threatened to rise. Cool steal eyes, the ones he inherited, stared back down at him.

"Father," said Draco coolly.

"Son," replied Lucius in the same tone Draco used. Nearly splitting images of each other, Draco stood. He was inches from his father. They were the same height, had the same hairstyle, the same eyes and the same bone structure in the face. Lucius was tall and slender, wispy even, while Draco was broader and more muscled.

Around them, the battle continued, with the Death Eaters on the losing side.

"Quite a power you have there," commented Lucius in his usual drawl. "Are you still sure you're on the right side?"

Draco blinked. "Of course I know, and thank you very much for murdering Mother," he spat. "Didn't know you loved her that much."

Lucius winced; something no one would catch because it was so small except Draco did. Growing up with the man helped him learn his weaknesses.

The battle around them seemed to cease to exist. There was a battle going on between the Father and Son, the leader and traitor.

Which would win?

**-**

Seamus caught up with Ginny after she and Lavender split, and stood beside her as she flung pieces of the Great Hall floor. The teachers were still rooted in their places at the high table, staring open mouth at the Renaissance.

"Are you okay?" he asked, pocketing his wand for a minute. She nodded, brushing some fiery red hair out of her face.

"Why shouldn't I be?" she asked, huffing slightly as she dodged a spell. Seamus copied her, and shrugged.

"I thought that maybe you'd like some help?" he tried. Ginny stopped, stood and looked around. Ron was having the time of his life, zooming around and attacking that way; Blaise looked uncomfortable with his powers but did what he was suppose to; Draco was off in a staring contest or a talk with his father, something heated.

Shrugging, Ginny grinned up at him, "what the hell? Let's go kick some Death Eater ass."

Seamus grinned back, and together they turned to fight the new group that had arrived.

Neville seemed to be really getting the hang of his powers, but fighting wasn't really his thing. He managed to dodge a lot of the spells, but a few cruico's hit him.

A group of twelve Death Eaters circled around him, each moving in slowly, as they had seen what powers the others had.

"Are you going to do something to us too?" one had enough gut to ask. Neville smiled slightly.

"Only if you ask nicely," he said, squaring his shoulders. He took a deep breath, placed his hands down at his sides, opened his palms and looked up. His eyes turned white, and there was s rumbling sound beneath the Death Eaters and Neville.

The ground cackled, and the floor broke. Roots from trees, vines and branches shot forward out of the ground, sprouting then and there, and winding themselves around people. The roots wove themselves around the ankles of the Death Eaters, some around the necks, and pulled them up, higher and higher as the roots and vines continued shooting up.

Neville's eyes calmed down, returning back to his normal brown. He looked around, and then up at the Death Eaters hundreds of feet above him, struggling to unclasp the vines that were holding tight around their ankles. A few pointed their wands at the roots, but they clattered to the ground as Neville collected then, then snapped them. More vines appeared wrapping around the wrists, and finally the neck of others, strangling them.

Neville turned his head away and walked calmly towards the next group of Death Eaters.

**-**

Oliver stood at the head of the King Arthur table (or where Harry usually sat since it's round), and looked into the eyes of every member left: Sirius, Remus, Arabella, Mundungus, Selene, Padma, Cho, Fred, George, Percy and Fleur.

"Are we just going to stand here and let the people we care about die?" he shouted, slamming his fist down on the table.

"We can't go, Oliver," said Sirius sorrowfully, "Harry broke all the other brooms and placed a non-repair charm on them. We can't get to Hogwarts, and even if we had brooms, they'd be…" he choked, "dead by the time we get there."

"Do you not care at all for your Godson?" Oliver hissed, leaning forward, his face dark. "For fuck's sake, Sirius, we have to go! If they die, then what? Huh? The fate of the world then rests in our hands. Why shouldn't we be there to help them?"

Padma looked down at her bitten fingernails. "Oliver," she said slowly, "we can't go. No matter what, you read to us what Hermione wrote in her letter"—at this, Oliver clutched the crumpled letter tighter in his fist—"that we shouldn't come or we'll ruin Harry's plan."

"Harry's plan is shit," replied Fred. "I'm with Oliver. I don't want anything to happen to those we love. Especially since Ginny and Ron are out there, and I only started to really get to know them again after four years of them dead to my family." He stood.

George stood too. "I'm with Fred and Oliver. I say we go after them. If Harry's plan is shit, then what's stopping us from going to making it better? Ten galleons say that's what we'll do."

"And ten galleons says that we'll ruin it more," roared Mundungus, standing up and letting his chair fly backwards. Padma and Cho watched in horror.

Oliver ground his teeth together. "Mundungus, Sirius, I appreciate the comments, but you cannot change my mind. The woman I love is out there, fighting to protect me, you, her and every else here in the world. And you refuse to go?

"I will go to save her, to protect her, to do whatever it takes to be near her," he said, his voice dangerously low and soft. "I love her and if that means going and dying, that's fine by me as long as she knows that I just want to be wherever she is, to see her face one last time, if the case may be."

Slowly, Padma and Cho rose. "We'll come," they said together, sharing a look. A look of understanding passed between Oliver and the two, and he nodded quickly.

"We leave right away, on the new bus that Hermione and I spelled," he said, his voice choking on emotion. He then looked over the others sitting. "We'll need a few to stay, so I take it that you."

Sirius and Mundungus nodded in their chairs, sitting stiffly. Sirius held Oliver gaze, knowing exactly what he was thinking. If we don't come back, don't come after us. Protect the future generations and teach them all you know.

Remus and Arabella stood. Sirius jumped in surprise at Arabella's sudden movement beside him, and then looked up in shock. "You're going?" he asked, horrified at the thought.

Arabella nodded, bending and stroking the back of her hand against Sirius' check. "I must, love. I feel like it's my duty to protect Harry as I could never have done for Lily and James," she said, her voice sorrowful and tearful. "I will go with them."

Sirius looked as if he wanted to oppose, but in the end he sighed, and slumped dejectedly in his seat. Nodding, he closed his eyes. "Be careful," he finally said, holding her hand tightly. He raised it to his lips, kissed it gently and then let it drop. They held their gazes for a ten-count, before she turned and strode out of the room after the Weasley twins.

Percy, Mundungus, Fleur and Selene looked at him. He swallowed, trying to ignore the sense of foreboding he felt in the pit of his stomach. Why was it that he felt as if he'd never see Arabella, his love, again?

He stood, walked over to the large window, and watched the night slowly ease its way in over the countryside, where down below the others jumped on the bus and it disappeared.

Placing a hand on the windowpane, he looked up, and let an unnoticed tear slide down his cheek. The stars twinkled merrily above, coming out of hiding.

God, thought Sirius, protect Harry. Protect them all and bring them home safely.

**-**

Wait another minute
can't you see what this pain has fucking done to me?

Hermione turned; whipping out her elbow as she did so, bringing it down on the unsuspected Death Eater that had crawled up beside her. Her crazy powers weren't helping much, as when her nerves ran high she slipped through everyone and couldn't attack.

Now, she relied on the pocket Swiss Army knife she had brought, taking swipes expertly at people. Many Death Eaters dodged her attacks, but with her new powers she had already disarmed them and had killed three.

One tall one leapt at her, grabbing her left hand – the one without the blade.

Stupid move, she thought, bringing the knife out as she stabbed the man with it. His eyes filled up with horror, before he backed away, slumped to the ground and withered a bit. Another Death Eater grabbed her from behind, pointing the knife away from him and out towards the rest of the Death Eaters. She growled under her breath, hoping that she could do something to slip out of his grasp without hurting herself.

I'm alive and still kicking
what you see I can't see and maybe
you'll think before you speak

Hermione allowed her molecules to loosen; seconds later she was free, and the sensation was wonderful – she was floating in a sea of nothingness, enjoying the serenity of everything around her. Then, it all crashed back down on her, the battle and what she stood for. No wonder they were trying to kill her.

The Death Eater who had grabbed her from behind was startled, and looked down at his hands in horror. Had he done something?

"Missing something?" she asked delicately, putting on a feign of innocence.

"W-What?" the Death Eater stammered, looking up only to see the flash of green light meet his eyes.

Hermione looked down at her right hand, where her wand was grasped tightly. Her knuckles were turning white and she could feel the crescent marks in her palm where her nails were cutting.

"Maybe I am getting used to this killing thing," she murmured, her brain somewhere else. Once she realized what she said, she felt sick. How could Oliver love a murderer like herself? Good God, she was a disgrace, a hypocrite to everything she once said and stood for.

So what if she was here to save the world? So what if Voldemort ruled? Okay, yeah, it wasn't the best of things to happen, but still, how could Oliver love her? A cold-blooded murderer?

I'm alive for you
I'm awake because of you
I'm alive I told you
I'm awake swallowing you

Then again, she thought, as she dodged a fist, he's not exactly innocent either. You have no idea what he'd been doing the past four years while you were in status.

With this in though, she referred back to what Harry had kept saying: We kill because we need to. We kill to protect those who cannot fight. And like hell if she couldn't… Hermione was kicking arse out there.

She felt the sting of a fist connect finally with her jaw. At this, she tripped and sank through the floor slightly, half-in and half-out the ground.

A Death Eater grabbed her and preformed a petrificus totalus on her. Her eyes were wide as she felt her molecules straining to unwind and let loose.

NO!! She thought, how could this happen? It can't end like this!!

She struggled mentally to get out of the binds, but she couldn't. Not even her supersensitive eyesight, or her telekinesis powers or the mutation could get her out of this spell.

She felt herself being lifted, and then she was placed in front of Riddle's throne. The polyjuice potion on the "Voldemort" was disappearing; the features had begun to show through slowly. It would be only a matter of time.

"POTTER!" Riddle bellowed. Harry stopped fighting and looked up.

Take another second
Turn your back on me
And make believe your always happy
It's safe to say
You're never alive a big part of you has died
And by the way
I hope your satisfied

Harry looked around at Riddle, staring unwavering in his eyes and then at Hermione who lay in a heap at his feet. His anger sparked, and he jumped in the air, knocking the Death Eaters around him down with a blast of wind. He fell to his knees in front of Riddle, a hand on Hermione.

"Can you get up?" he asked her, but his eyes were on Riddle.

"No," she muttered, through closed teeth. "It's 'petrificus totalus'."

Harry ground his teeth together and shouted loudly, his voice echoing through the hall, "CEASE FIGHTING!"

All around, the other Renaissance fighters stopped. They looked up, but struggled the second the Death Eaters moved in on them. They resisted, but saw that Harry was doing nothing. Draco and Lucius were still staring evilly at each other when Draco walked away to stand next to Harry and behind Hermione.

Lucius snarled after him, muttering as he came closer to his Lord, "so he chose. He chose the loosing side."

Finally, Harry asked, "what do you want, Riddle?"

Tom looked surprised, leaning back slightly, pointing a long, narrow finger at himself. "Me, Potter? Why, you of all people should know what I want."

Harry gritted his teeth. "No, Riddle. Why don't you tell me? I'm no mind-reader."

I am, whispered Riddle's voice through Harry's mind.

Your point? He asked backed. Riddle looked impressed, but he sneered aloud, "no point, Potter. I just wanted you to know."

"What do you want?" he asked again, his emerald eyes on fire.

"Revenge," hissed Riddle. Harry smirked.

"Shouldn't that be my line after everything you did in my life?" he countered. "Killing my parents, friends, school friends, teachers? Shouldn't I say I want to kill you to avenge and get revenge for everything you've done to me?"

Riddle tapped his pale lips with a finger. "Perhaps. But you nearly stole my life from me."

"You tried to kill me," pointed Harry out. "You nearly stole my life, and you stole my parents' before their time."

Riddle sneered. "Enough of this philosophical talk! We duel!"
"Is that your answer to everything?" asked Harry, almost lazily.

"WE DUEL!" he shouted, his scarlet eyes glowing. Harry nodded, bored.

I'm alive for you
I'm awake because of you
I'm alive I told you
I'm awake swallowing you

(I'm awake swallowing you

I'm awake swallowing you

I'm awake swallowing you)
Go!

Harry and Riddle walked out to the center of the Great Hall, aware of every face watching them. Riddle turned and said in his meanest voice, which was fairly bitter, "Stay out of this. Potter is mine to kill," hissing this to his Death Eaters. They nodded, murmuring, as they closed a circle around the two, grabbing Hermione by the arms and holding her up. All other members, except Draco, were held tightly against their wills. They watched in horror as Harry pulled his wand out.

Harry lowered his head a little, his eyes never wandering from Riddle's scarlet eyes. Riddle nodded. "Good, good. You haven't forgotten the ways."

Harry felt the corners of his lips twitch. "I never will. You tortured me into it."

Riddle smiled, a cruel unfeeling one. "That's right. I did," he said, before his wand was pointing straight at the center of Harry's chest. "Avada Kedavra!"
Harry merely watched the flashing green light that so many were afraid of come closer to him. Then, as it was inches away, he brought his hand up in a lightning fast movement and with his wrist, flicked. The spell went off to his left, and hit a Death Eater in the head. With the momentum, he fell backwards, dead.

Riddle's eyes were wide. "P-Potter. What new p-powers to do have h-hidden?" he asked.

Harry felt something he had never experienced when fighting against Voldemort/Riddle before; but it felt good. Then he placed it: he felt powerful, vigorous, overwhelming. He was feeling the things Voldemort felt when he was ready to kill, to attack.

He was finally in power of his destiny.

You always were, a voice told him, in the darkest corner of his mind. Acknowledging it, he nodded slightly once, and grinned maliciously at Riddle.

Riddle looked slightly unsettling, setback, but stood his ground. After all, he had Potter in his hands how many times? Five, six? He had lost count years ago, but this new power… he would have to calculate his moves fittingly from now on.

"Riddle," said Harry in a nefarious voice, "Be prepared to me your demise."

Turning back unveiling me
Taking a step back so I can breath
Hear the silence about to break
Fear resistance when I'm awake…

**-**

Hogwarts Castle emerged suddenly in the horizon, steadily coming closer as the coach rolled over the grassy field. Finally, the coach stopped near the doors, but far enough away to not be too noticed.

"Look!" said Arabella, pointing out the windows. "Broomsticks! They've already arrived!"

As soon as she said this, the ground rumbled and with a blast of air, the top of an area at Hogwarts blew open, and branches, leaves and vines sprouted out, twisting this and that way. Screams echoed over the lonely grounds, reaching the delicate ears of the Salvation and Old Crowd mixed.

"Oh shit," muttered George, as he and Fred began sprinting across the grounds. Oliver, Arabella, Cho and Padma were following closely, trying not to step on their heels.

The door to Hogwarts' hallway was open, not blasted. It was as if Riddle had been expecting them.

They walked in cautiously; until they heard Harry's faint voice say, "Cease fighting." They then began jogging in that direction, towards the Great Hall. They hid in the shadows as they arrived. Harry and Riddle were in the middle of the well-protected circle, ready to start fighting. The other Renaissance fighters were held tightly in the arms of the Death Eaters, glaring pure hatred towards Riddle, even little Ginny.

Oliver felt his eyes find Hermione, soughing her out. She looked livid as she struggled again and again internally to fight whatever bonds were not allowing her molecules to loosen and allow her to slip out of her captors' grasps.

The shout of "Avada Kedavra" made Oliver returning his attention to Harry and Riddle, who were now rotating in a circle around each other, their eyes not blinking or leaving the others.

Oliver felt his nerves go on edge; he wanted so badly to get to his Mione, to save her. He started forward, slowly, carefully, as to not alert anyone of his presence. He had gotten quite good at that, actually.

When he was finally behind the Death Eater that held Hermione in his grasp, he pulled out a knife and placed its tip on the back. The Death Eater stiffened visibly and his eyes darted around.

"Let her go," he growled. He wasn't the only Salvatore who was in a pissy mood; Fred and George had already killed two Death Eaters who had Ginny and Ron in their hands.

Once they were freed, they turned their attention to Harry and Riddle's battle. Neither had moved from where Oliver had last seen them, but their wands lay on the ground, discarded.

"What's going on?" asked Oliver, whispering to Hermione.

Her eyes were riveted on Harry. "A mental war. Watch."

Oliver turned, and did as she said. Just as he did so, Harry flew back a few strides, landing on his stomach. He quickly jumped to his feet and stared at Riddle, who also was blasted back a few paces before he caught himself.

"Oh," said Oliver, nodding like a fool. He did, really. You see, when the Renaissance arrived and began fighting, that wasn't a battle. That was warm ups.

This was the battle.

**-**

Sophie W: It's the least I could do. You guys did well in skating too – hockey or otherwise. ^_^ And of course I'm getting all the chapters out as soon as I can; next year I'm going to be in hell; I'll have at least two English's (one gr. 11 the other 12) and a ton of heavy course material, so I'm getting everything out ASAP before September, since I have about four other stories I want finished and out by then. Besides, who wants to read about anthropology, sociology and psychology in my stories? O_o Not me!!

Moony: I crack you up?? I do?? **Is confused** what?? Since when?? Actually, I probably won't have this story ending up D/G. Most likely S/G… AU pairings seem to be getting to me lately, lol.

G*Ness: You hope you're wrong?? GAH!! I plan on having a happy ending ((coughs LIKESOMEONEIKNOW coughs)), but I plan also on having something truly evil pop up next chapter. **MWAHAHAH**

MistWalker: Torture Harry? Nah… Since Hermione is my favorite character, she's usually the main one during all my stories – I'm trying to revolve the characters (as you've probably read) but they ultimately go back to Hermione. So if anyone is tortured, it's Hermione… oopsies ^_^ Oliver ain't going to like that, now, is he??

Lady Knight of Kennan: Ha, ha, ha, I try to write as quickly as I ca, as stated above. Actually, I do have a few original stories lying around on my hard drive, but I really don't want to post them on FFnet… and I enjoy writing fan fiction much more than originals on FFnet because with fan fiction, I've already got the basis of the characters personality and I don't have to make anything up, like: OH! Kevin would scream and throw things with his short temper when he decoded the disk or something. OH!! And btw, Supernova Girl is completely fin! No more chapters to my Zenon fic – though I might start another one later on ^_^ I sorted through my tapes and found the first and "zequel" a couple days ago, so I might rewatch them and write another Orion/Zenon centered.

To everyone else: keep writing and reviewing! I hope you all liked this chapter! – Kneazle