Harry Potter and the Messengers of Sorrow Ch.10
*Our tenth chapter is finally out! We are so excited! Many things happen in this story, so keep your eyes open. Hope you enjoy! Tchao!
DISCLAIMER: All characters, except for Gracie Brown, Kammi Nott, Cassy Moon, and the new first years, are created by the one and only J.K. Rowling.
When Harry finally reached the library, he frantically searched for Ron.
"I don't see him!" Harry cried.
"Well, it's kind of hard to miss someone with bright red hair," Hermione rolled her eyes. She clearly was not happy that Harry had dragged her halfway across the school. She was used to being the dragger, not the draggee.
"There he is!" Harry cried, and he bolted over to a small table in the corner of the library with Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas.
"Ron, I've got to talk to you," Harry said, banging his hands on the table and looking at Ron seriously. Ron looked at Seamus and Dean and shrugged.
"Harry needs to talk to me about something. Can you excuse us for a minute?"
"Sure," Dean replied, looking suspiciously at the pair of them as he led Seamus over to another table.
"What do you want, Harry?" Ron said quietly, avoiding Harry's eyes.
"I don't want us to be in a fight," Harry said. He had decided to get right to the point, and not dance around it until someone bravely volunteered to say something.
"Really?" Ron said, looking up at Harry tentatively.
"Really," Harry said firmly.
"All right, then," Ron smiled happily. "Let's go tell Hermione."
Harry sighed with relief. He was friends with Ron and Hermione again, and he was doing alright with the Dueling Contest, and...THE DUELING CONTEST! Harry's eyes widened and he ran over to his best friends. Ron was telling Hermione what had happened, and Hermione looked like she was about to cry, just like she did last year when Harry and Ron had had a big argument.
"Hermione! The Dueling Contest! It's tomorrow! We haven't practiced at all!" Harry yelped.
"Oh no!" Hermione gasped. "Ron, come and help us."
Harry was glad that Hermione said this. He didn't want to leave Ron out.
The trio raced out of the library and nearly knocked over Ginny Weasley, who had been bending down to pick up a book that she had dropped.
"Sorry, Ginny!" Ron yelled over his shoulder as they ran to the designated practice room for the duelers.
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The great black screech owl soared through the night sky, searching below for a certain house. Ah! There it was. The owl swooped down and flew through the window of 014 Hogsmeade Blvd., where an elderly witch sat on a comfortable chair by the fire reading a thick book of spells. As soon as this woman saw this owl, she let out an ear-piercing scream.
"No!" she cried out, letting her book fall to the floor. "Not Gabriel!"
The black owl unclenched his big orange claws and dropped a white envelope on the floor in front of the witch, then it soared off into the night sky. With trembling hands, the witch opened the envelope, and read the letter inside of it.
"No!" she sobbed. "No! I-it can't be true! Oh, my poor son!" The woman's whole body shook with sobs as she reread the letter that had brought her such terrible news.
"I can't believe he's gone," she whispered quietly, and then there was silence.
Up above her, the black screech owl was headed toward another house, carrying another white envelope. In the towns below, witches and wizards looked up in terror at this owl, hoping that he was not headed toward their home. Others were wondering, "To whom does this messenger bring such sorrow and suffering?"
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"Albus, here's another one!" Professor McGonagall came running into Professor Dumbledore's office, waving a copy of The Daily Prophet.
"Another what?" Dumbledore inquired.
"Another death by You-Know-Who. Two, actually. The first one was a twenty-six-year-old man named Gabriel Jenkins. He was married with one child. His mother lives in Hogsmeade, in fact, I know his mother. I should go see her as soon as I can." McGonagall paused.
"And the other?" Dumbledore prompted. The usual sparkle in his bright blue eyes had vanished, and had been replaced with flicks of distress, sorrow, and anger.
"A sixteen-year-old girl. Her name was Sari Spumes. Her family lives near the Weasleys." McGonagall said, as she scanned the paper for more names. "That's all for today," she said finally, when she had finished looking.
As Dumbledore sighed deeply, McGonagall surveyed the elderly professor. He looked tired and worn out, and there were dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. McGonagall also felt a bit sorry for him, even though she knew that he hated pity. She knew that two of his cousins, his sister, and his nephew had both been recently killed by You-Know-Who. He had told her that just the other day, and he had also shared what he suspected. "Voldemort's going to kill my entire family, Minerva," he had said. "Just to make me suffer. Then, he's going to go for me."
Dumbledore suddenly spoke, "Minerva, can you go get Harry Potter and bring him to me, please?"
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"Ready, Harry? One...two...THREE!" Hermione yelled out. She sent red sparks flying at Harry, as he sent blue sparks soaring towards her. Hermione successfully blocked Harry's spell, but
Harry had no such luck. Hermione's Jelly-Legs Jinx hit him good and hard.
"Ah, man! How come you keep using the Jelly-Legs, huh, Hermione? This is the sixth time!" Harry cried, as he slowly wobbled around Ron.
"I'm sorry, Harry," Hermione said. "But it's a simple spell to use, and you've got to practice your blocking. You're not concentrating."
"I wonder why...." Ron whispered to Harry, and they both laughed. Hermione glared at them.
"Harry, this isn't fair. You're going to make us lose the contest. Concentrate. Let's start over. This time, I'll use a different spell." Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and eyed her two best friends suspiciously as she thought of something else to do to Harry. She then smiled triumphantly.
"All right, I have it. Harry, are you ready?"
"Yeah, I guess," Harry agreed. He seemed a lot less enthusiastic about it than Hermione.
"One...two..."
"HARRY!"
All three turned to see Professor McGonagall running toward them.
"Harry, the Headmaster wants to see you," she said.
"What for?" Harry asked, confused.
"I'm not quite sure, but it seemed urgent," McGonagall answered.
"Oh," Harry said softly.
"I'm com"
"No, just Harry, Weasley," McGonagall cut off Ron.
"But, Professor! The contest! We have to....Gryffindor!" Hermione added desperately.
"Miss Granger, please. Come along, Potter."
Harry shot bewildered glances at Ron and Hermione as he followed McGonagall down to Dumbledore's office.
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"So, that's all Draco has to do to kill the Potter boy?" Narcissa asked disbelievingly. "I mean, how and where will we find the right person? How close does he have to be to that boy? It doesn't sound like it will work."
"My darling, it has to work. The Dark Lord thought of it himself," Lucius protested.
"Has he captured that Divination teacher yet?" Isabelle asked.
"Yes," Rupert grinned.
"I hope Draco doesn't get hurt." Narcissa started chewing on her bottom lip.
"The Dark Lord will keep him safe, trust me," Lucius assured his wife.
"Well..." Naricssa looked unsure.
"Don't underestimate the powers of our master, Narcissa," Lucius scolded.
Narcissa sighed and looked at Isabelle, who shot her friend a sympathetic smile.
"Lucius when does The Plan start? I forget." Rupert inquired.
"Soon, my friend," Lucius gave a sinister smile. "Very soon."
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"Fred...George...may I see that photograph?" Professor Dumbledore asked. The twins looked at each other and happily handed the photo over to their Professor, who studied it intently. Then he spoke to the giant man next to him.
"Hagrid, kindly go fetch me Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle. Also, Harry Potter should be waiting just outside the door. Please tell him that I'll be with him in a minute."
"All righ', Headmaster. I'll be back soon with Malfoy an' 'is pals. Come on, Fang," Hagrid said to the boarhound behind him, who followed obediently. "Hullo!" Dumbledore heard Hagrid greet Harry as he left the office.
Dumbledore stared at the twins, who actually looked serious, for probably the first time in their lives.
"You do understand that this photograph does not mean that you two did not commit this crime?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Yes, professor," George replied. Fred nodded.
"Very well, then," Dumbledore leaned back and rubbed his chin. Then, he added softly, "Boys, I believe you. But, unless Mr. Malfoy and his friends confess, or if they are proven guilty, there's nothing I can do."
"We understand that, professor. Thank you for believing us," Fred voiced.
Dumbledore smiled faintly. He couldn't help thinking how strange it was for these two red-headed boys to be somber.
The door suddenly banged open and Draco Malfoy appeared. Crabbe and Goyle were right behind him.
"Professor, we did NOT steal the dumb, ah, I mean, that precious, precious sorting hat," Malfoy pleaded.
"Please have a seat, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore gestured to the empty chairs next to the twins. Draco scowled, and then he made Crabbe sit nearest to the Weasleys, then Goyle, and he took the seat nearest to Dumbledore.
"Draco, Fred and George just showed me this interesting photograph. Why don't you have a look-see." Dumbledore looked very grave indeed as he handed the photo over to the troublesome trio of boys.
Malfoy stared at the photo, looking dumbstruck. Then, he started yelling.
"It's a fake, professor! They just want to get off the hook!" Malfoy pointed furiously at Fred and George.
"Mr. Malfoy, the photo's not a fake. I tested it myself. Would you like to hear the exact spell?" Dumbledore said calmly.
"Then...how...why..." Malfoy trailed off. He then turned to his cronies. "Crabbe! Goyle! You know that we didn't do this! Isn't that right?" Malfoy's eyes flashed dangerously.
"Um, uh," Crabbe murmured. Goyle just stared at Malfoy, looking bewildered.
"See, professor? They agree with me." Malfoy crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Dumbledore, who sighed heavily and rubbed his temples.
"Why are you lying to me, Draco?" he asked quietly.
"I...uh..." Malfoy looked around the room desperately, hoping to find anything that could get him out of this predicament. Finally, he slumped back in his chair.
"Fine! I did it! I stole the hat! Crabbe and Goyle, too. They were the ones who actually hid that hat, not me." Malfoy glanced accusingly at his friends.
Fred and George exchanged amused glances. Trust Malfoy to pin as much as he could on somebody else.
"Draco, I am extremely disappointed in you. You, Vincent, and Gregory will all receive detentions, and, twenty points from Slytherin each. Also, you will apologize in front of the entire school for what you have done. And," Dumbledore paused. Malfoy cringed. "I will send a letter home to each of your parents explaining everything. Are there any questions?"
Malfoy shook his head. Crabbe and Goyle just stared.
"You may go," Dumbledore finished. When the door shut behind Malfoy, Dumbledore turned to the Weasleys.
"Fred...George...I apologize. You will each receive ten points for Gryffindor, for what you had to go through. Also, I will rewrite your parents to tell them the truth."
"Thank you, professor," Fred grinned.
"Yes, thanks, sir," George added.
"Your welcome, boys. Now, you can tell patient Harry out there that he may come in," Dumbledore said.
Fred and George left the office and Harry entered, looking nervous.
"You wanted to see me, professor?"
"Yes, Harry. I did. Please have a seat," Dumbledore smiled warmly. Harry sat, and started to speak.
"Professor, is this about Voldemort?"
Dumbledore looked at Harry, shocked at his bluntness, but he slowly nodded.
"Yes, Harry. I'm worried about you. Well, not just me, the entire staff is. Two more deaths were announced today. In the past couple months, four of just my family members alone have been killed. It's getting out of hand. Do you know why I am telling you this?"
Harry shook his head. "No sir," he whispered.
"Well, Harry, you are the only one who has ever survived Voldemort. Four times, in fact. Do you know who is his main target?" Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes stared straight into Harry's bright green ones.
"Me," Harry mumbled.
"Precisely. Harry, I don't want to frighten you, I just want you to be prepared. Harry, he's going to start killing the people you care about, just to torture you, as he has done to me. That cannot happen. But, the other teachers and I have devised a plan that could maybe stop him, or at least slow him down. Are you with me, Harry?"
Harry's eyes were gleaming. His face was set, and he looked determined. "All the way, sir."
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*Ooh! It's starting to get spooky! (Hee-hee!) We hoped that you liked chapter ten! Sorry it took so long to come out. We've been really busy with the end of the school year, and then summer school. We hope that Chapter- 11 will be out soon. Thanks! Tchao!
PLEASE R/R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Our tenth chapter is finally out! We are so excited! Many things happen in this story, so keep your eyes open. Hope you enjoy! Tchao!
DISCLAIMER: All characters, except for Gracie Brown, Kammi Nott, Cassy Moon, and the new first years, are created by the one and only J.K. Rowling.
When Harry finally reached the library, he frantically searched for Ron.
"I don't see him!" Harry cried.
"Well, it's kind of hard to miss someone with bright red hair," Hermione rolled her eyes. She clearly was not happy that Harry had dragged her halfway across the school. She was used to being the dragger, not the draggee.
"There he is!" Harry cried, and he bolted over to a small table in the corner of the library with Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas.
"Ron, I've got to talk to you," Harry said, banging his hands on the table and looking at Ron seriously. Ron looked at Seamus and Dean and shrugged.
"Harry needs to talk to me about something. Can you excuse us for a minute?"
"Sure," Dean replied, looking suspiciously at the pair of them as he led Seamus over to another table.
"What do you want, Harry?" Ron said quietly, avoiding Harry's eyes.
"I don't want us to be in a fight," Harry said. He had decided to get right to the point, and not dance around it until someone bravely volunteered to say something.
"Really?" Ron said, looking up at Harry tentatively.
"Really," Harry said firmly.
"All right, then," Ron smiled happily. "Let's go tell Hermione."
Harry sighed with relief. He was friends with Ron and Hermione again, and he was doing alright with the Dueling Contest, and...THE DUELING CONTEST! Harry's eyes widened and he ran over to his best friends. Ron was telling Hermione what had happened, and Hermione looked like she was about to cry, just like she did last year when Harry and Ron had had a big argument.
"Hermione! The Dueling Contest! It's tomorrow! We haven't practiced at all!" Harry yelped.
"Oh no!" Hermione gasped. "Ron, come and help us."
Harry was glad that Hermione said this. He didn't want to leave Ron out.
The trio raced out of the library and nearly knocked over Ginny Weasley, who had been bending down to pick up a book that she had dropped.
"Sorry, Ginny!" Ron yelled over his shoulder as they ran to the designated practice room for the duelers.
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The great black screech owl soared through the night sky, searching below for a certain house. Ah! There it was. The owl swooped down and flew through the window of 014 Hogsmeade Blvd., where an elderly witch sat on a comfortable chair by the fire reading a thick book of spells. As soon as this woman saw this owl, she let out an ear-piercing scream.
"No!" she cried out, letting her book fall to the floor. "Not Gabriel!"
The black owl unclenched his big orange claws and dropped a white envelope on the floor in front of the witch, then it soared off into the night sky. With trembling hands, the witch opened the envelope, and read the letter inside of it.
"No!" she sobbed. "No! I-it can't be true! Oh, my poor son!" The woman's whole body shook with sobs as she reread the letter that had brought her such terrible news.
"I can't believe he's gone," she whispered quietly, and then there was silence.
Up above her, the black screech owl was headed toward another house, carrying another white envelope. In the towns below, witches and wizards looked up in terror at this owl, hoping that he was not headed toward their home. Others were wondering, "To whom does this messenger bring such sorrow and suffering?"
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"Albus, here's another one!" Professor McGonagall came running into Professor Dumbledore's office, waving a copy of The Daily Prophet.
"Another what?" Dumbledore inquired.
"Another death by You-Know-Who. Two, actually. The first one was a twenty-six-year-old man named Gabriel Jenkins. He was married with one child. His mother lives in Hogsmeade, in fact, I know his mother. I should go see her as soon as I can." McGonagall paused.
"And the other?" Dumbledore prompted. The usual sparkle in his bright blue eyes had vanished, and had been replaced with flicks of distress, sorrow, and anger.
"A sixteen-year-old girl. Her name was Sari Spumes. Her family lives near the Weasleys." McGonagall said, as she scanned the paper for more names. "That's all for today," she said finally, when she had finished looking.
As Dumbledore sighed deeply, McGonagall surveyed the elderly professor. He looked tired and worn out, and there were dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. McGonagall also felt a bit sorry for him, even though she knew that he hated pity. She knew that two of his cousins, his sister, and his nephew had both been recently killed by You-Know-Who. He had told her that just the other day, and he had also shared what he suspected. "Voldemort's going to kill my entire family, Minerva," he had said. "Just to make me suffer. Then, he's going to go for me."
Dumbledore suddenly spoke, "Minerva, can you go get Harry Potter and bring him to me, please?"
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"Ready, Harry? One...two...THREE!" Hermione yelled out. She sent red sparks flying at Harry, as he sent blue sparks soaring towards her. Hermione successfully blocked Harry's spell, but
Harry had no such luck. Hermione's Jelly-Legs Jinx hit him good and hard.
"Ah, man! How come you keep using the Jelly-Legs, huh, Hermione? This is the sixth time!" Harry cried, as he slowly wobbled around Ron.
"I'm sorry, Harry," Hermione said. "But it's a simple spell to use, and you've got to practice your blocking. You're not concentrating."
"I wonder why...." Ron whispered to Harry, and they both laughed. Hermione glared at them.
"Harry, this isn't fair. You're going to make us lose the contest. Concentrate. Let's start over. This time, I'll use a different spell." Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and eyed her two best friends suspiciously as she thought of something else to do to Harry. She then smiled triumphantly.
"All right, I have it. Harry, are you ready?"
"Yeah, I guess," Harry agreed. He seemed a lot less enthusiastic about it than Hermione.
"One...two..."
"HARRY!"
All three turned to see Professor McGonagall running toward them.
"Harry, the Headmaster wants to see you," she said.
"What for?" Harry asked, confused.
"I'm not quite sure, but it seemed urgent," McGonagall answered.
"Oh," Harry said softly.
"I'm com"
"No, just Harry, Weasley," McGonagall cut off Ron.
"But, Professor! The contest! We have to....Gryffindor!" Hermione added desperately.
"Miss Granger, please. Come along, Potter."
Harry shot bewildered glances at Ron and Hermione as he followed McGonagall down to Dumbledore's office.
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"So, that's all Draco has to do to kill the Potter boy?" Narcissa asked disbelievingly. "I mean, how and where will we find the right person? How close does he have to be to that boy? It doesn't sound like it will work."
"My darling, it has to work. The Dark Lord thought of it himself," Lucius protested.
"Has he captured that Divination teacher yet?" Isabelle asked.
"Yes," Rupert grinned.
"I hope Draco doesn't get hurt." Narcissa started chewing on her bottom lip.
"The Dark Lord will keep him safe, trust me," Lucius assured his wife.
"Well..." Naricssa looked unsure.
"Don't underestimate the powers of our master, Narcissa," Lucius scolded.
Narcissa sighed and looked at Isabelle, who shot her friend a sympathetic smile.
"Lucius when does The Plan start? I forget." Rupert inquired.
"Soon, my friend," Lucius gave a sinister smile. "Very soon."
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"Fred...George...may I see that photograph?" Professor Dumbledore asked. The twins looked at each other and happily handed the photo over to their Professor, who studied it intently. Then he spoke to the giant man next to him.
"Hagrid, kindly go fetch me Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle. Also, Harry Potter should be waiting just outside the door. Please tell him that I'll be with him in a minute."
"All righ', Headmaster. I'll be back soon with Malfoy an' 'is pals. Come on, Fang," Hagrid said to the boarhound behind him, who followed obediently. "Hullo!" Dumbledore heard Hagrid greet Harry as he left the office.
Dumbledore stared at the twins, who actually looked serious, for probably the first time in their lives.
"You do understand that this photograph does not mean that you two did not commit this crime?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Yes, professor," George replied. Fred nodded.
"Very well, then," Dumbledore leaned back and rubbed his chin. Then, he added softly, "Boys, I believe you. But, unless Mr. Malfoy and his friends confess, or if they are proven guilty, there's nothing I can do."
"We understand that, professor. Thank you for believing us," Fred voiced.
Dumbledore smiled faintly. He couldn't help thinking how strange it was for these two red-headed boys to be somber.
The door suddenly banged open and Draco Malfoy appeared. Crabbe and Goyle were right behind him.
"Professor, we did NOT steal the dumb, ah, I mean, that precious, precious sorting hat," Malfoy pleaded.
"Please have a seat, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore gestured to the empty chairs next to the twins. Draco scowled, and then he made Crabbe sit nearest to the Weasleys, then Goyle, and he took the seat nearest to Dumbledore.
"Draco, Fred and George just showed me this interesting photograph. Why don't you have a look-see." Dumbledore looked very grave indeed as he handed the photo over to the troublesome trio of boys.
Malfoy stared at the photo, looking dumbstruck. Then, he started yelling.
"It's a fake, professor! They just want to get off the hook!" Malfoy pointed furiously at Fred and George.
"Mr. Malfoy, the photo's not a fake. I tested it myself. Would you like to hear the exact spell?" Dumbledore said calmly.
"Then...how...why..." Malfoy trailed off. He then turned to his cronies. "Crabbe! Goyle! You know that we didn't do this! Isn't that right?" Malfoy's eyes flashed dangerously.
"Um, uh," Crabbe murmured. Goyle just stared at Malfoy, looking bewildered.
"See, professor? They agree with me." Malfoy crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Dumbledore, who sighed heavily and rubbed his temples.
"Why are you lying to me, Draco?" he asked quietly.
"I...uh..." Malfoy looked around the room desperately, hoping to find anything that could get him out of this predicament. Finally, he slumped back in his chair.
"Fine! I did it! I stole the hat! Crabbe and Goyle, too. They were the ones who actually hid that hat, not me." Malfoy glanced accusingly at his friends.
Fred and George exchanged amused glances. Trust Malfoy to pin as much as he could on somebody else.
"Draco, I am extremely disappointed in you. You, Vincent, and Gregory will all receive detentions, and, twenty points from Slytherin each. Also, you will apologize in front of the entire school for what you have done. And," Dumbledore paused. Malfoy cringed. "I will send a letter home to each of your parents explaining everything. Are there any questions?"
Malfoy shook his head. Crabbe and Goyle just stared.
"You may go," Dumbledore finished. When the door shut behind Malfoy, Dumbledore turned to the Weasleys.
"Fred...George...I apologize. You will each receive ten points for Gryffindor, for what you had to go through. Also, I will rewrite your parents to tell them the truth."
"Thank you, professor," Fred grinned.
"Yes, thanks, sir," George added.
"Your welcome, boys. Now, you can tell patient Harry out there that he may come in," Dumbledore said.
Fred and George left the office and Harry entered, looking nervous.
"You wanted to see me, professor?"
"Yes, Harry. I did. Please have a seat," Dumbledore smiled warmly. Harry sat, and started to speak.
"Professor, is this about Voldemort?"
Dumbledore looked at Harry, shocked at his bluntness, but he slowly nodded.
"Yes, Harry. I'm worried about you. Well, not just me, the entire staff is. Two more deaths were announced today. In the past couple months, four of just my family members alone have been killed. It's getting out of hand. Do you know why I am telling you this?"
Harry shook his head. "No sir," he whispered.
"Well, Harry, you are the only one who has ever survived Voldemort. Four times, in fact. Do you know who is his main target?" Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes stared straight into Harry's bright green ones.
"Me," Harry mumbled.
"Precisely. Harry, I don't want to frighten you, I just want you to be prepared. Harry, he's going to start killing the people you care about, just to torture you, as he has done to me. That cannot happen. But, the other teachers and I have devised a plan that could maybe stop him, or at least slow him down. Are you with me, Harry?"
Harry's eyes were gleaming. His face was set, and he looked determined. "All the way, sir."
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*Ooh! It's starting to get spooky! (Hee-hee!) We hoped that you liked chapter ten! Sorry it took so long to come out. We've been really busy with the end of the school year, and then summer school. We hope that Chapter- 11 will be out soon. Thanks! Tchao!
PLEASE R/R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!