Disclaimer- I don't own HP, Terry Pratchett or Adamo Redamo, this includes Patricia C. Wrede as well and the Sigma Protocol, or AD&D.
A/N- Finally, Voldie gets what's coming to him, but what after that? According to the Harry Potter Lexicon Flitwick's name could be Filius like it is in the trading card game, but it isn't canon yet, however I shall be switching from Silas to Filius. In case anyone noticed or cared!
This chapter is important, it heralds the beginning of the root of this story, welcome to my world/mind/fic, you will have questions by the end of this.
END GAME, NEW GAME…"There's one." Adriana muttered to Claire and the other girl nodded. Adriana drew her wand and began to trace a little design in the air, and then with a quick swish and flick the butterfly froze.
"What did you do to it?" Claire asked as they picked it up.
"Temporal freezing spell." Adriana gasped, it was not an easy spell to cast and she felt winded, her red hair clustered around an equally red face.
"What a what what?" Claire asked and then shrugged as Adriana breathed "fuck off" at her. She carefully picked up the butterfly and looked at it. It was a fragile thing, all blue and gold, almost as if it had been etched into the air around it.
"Damn, and how many more do we have to catch?" Adriana snarled and Claire shrugged.
"He said he'd come when we're done, you know he didn't specify how we were to catch them. And in real life there'd be rewards for Death Eaters and such. So…" Claire grinned wickedly and a slow smile appeared on Adriana's face.
"Let's go bribe some students."
"Sight, now fire." Ms. Figg thundered and Harry did so, and the gun seemed to jump in his hands sending a shock down his arm. He tried a few more times before he became used to it.
"Good, a couple more weeks and all of you will be using these much better." Then she smiled. "And then we start drills. For now put the guns down and take out your wands, you know that Ta'aniri I promised you the day Voldemort fell? We're going to summon it." Beside Harry Draco grinned in anticipation.
"Now Ta'aniri are special demons, they are great big brutes, all wings and long hands with fearsome claws. They are immune to fire and for some odd reason electricity, like lightning Mr. Malfoy." Ms. Figg lectured. Beside her stood Victor, Professor Flitwick and Professor Vector.
"Now the only way to summon a demon such as this one is to create a portal to the world where they live. Terence will be doing that for us." Said Ms. Figg indicating Professor Vector. "Filius will then have cast the Protection from Evil charm on us which will make the Demon stand back for a minute or two. You need to kill it." She said and the 5 gulped.
"Ki- kill it?" Hermione whispered.
"Yes, you must learn to be able to kill, and don't worry, all but the most powerful demons usually have done something to deserve death, or will." She said coldly. "We cannot coddle you, we cannot shield we, we can only prepare you." Draco stood straight and drew his wand.
"If we must we must, I for one shall have no hesitations for killing the beast." He crowed.
"And that is part of this lesson, if you enjoy the killing of others, either we must cure that, or we must cure you." Ms. Figg snapped and Draco paled. Harry glared at her and cleared his throat.
"We're ready." He looked at Hermione.
"What do we know?"
"Ta'aniri are immune to all but the most powerful Dark and Light magic spells." Hermione recited. "As Professor Figg-'
"Arabella Hermione." Ms. Figg shot back with a grin. Hermione flushed.
"As Arabella said they are immune to fire and electricity, this means we need spells to affect things around the demon since I don't think any of us know powerful dark spells." She looked at Draco with a question in her eyes.
"I don't know anything that will be of use." He said sullenly.
"Lumosa Sanctus." Said Padma suddenly. "That's what I read about in Ms. Figg's corrected test." The other four looked at her in astonishment. She glared at them. "She said we could."
"I thought we had a deal." Hermione said and the other three stared at her, Padma flushed.
"I know, but I was still using them and I just got them-"
"Fine, I don't care, but can you cast it?" Hermione asked and Padma sniffed.
"I've been practicing but I can't be sure."
"Well then, Draco we need you to transform and keep the thing distracted." Parvati took command. "Hermione, I want you to practice that spell with Pad starting right now." The two nodded and Padma showed Hermione the peculiar flick and circle motion the spell required. Parvati turned to Harry and looked into his deep beautiful-
"Do Draco or Seamus ever talk about your eyes, they're so pretty!" Parvati squeaked and Harry looked a taken back. Then she sobered. "All right, fun later sock boy-" Harry choked but she ignored him. "Have any ideas?" Harry shrugged and then smiled.
"How about-" He looked around him for something big and heavy.
"How about what?" Parvati interrupted testily. Before Harry began to grab pebbles off of the ground and set them down.
"Can you do the Engorgio charm?" He asked and then Ms. Figg shouted.
"All right, brace yourselves." And then Professor Vector began to mutter and wave his wand in a strange pattern. For a second nothing happened and then bones began to grow out of the dirt. Draco concentrated and focused his power, making the change to his Veela form.
Hermione and Padma readied their wands and gazed tremulously at the growing portal. Finally the bones formed an arch and then they burst into flames. There was a roar and slowly a rip formed in the air, and from it emerged a horrible sight, it was huge, the size of a mid sized car with great teeth and horrible black skin that glowed with death.
Draco hurled a levinbolt at the monstrosity and began to jump around, never staying in place long enough for the beast to snag him or catch his eyes. Harry and Parvati charmed the rocks, making them into boulders before using the banishing charm to throw them at the demon. The Ta'aniri crowed in pain as the first one hit but the next one it smacked out of the air.
Suddenly two golden beams split the air and smacked into the demon with a horrible wet sound before it exploded in a mindless fury of light and- goop…
"I must say I am surprised, all of you showed excellent thinking and spell casting. Now, why did Parvati take charge?" The five looked at each other, exhausted.
"I have no idea, now I'm going to take a shower." Draco said and turned to walk off. Ms. Figg rolled her eyes.
"All right, go shower, but think about it, and I want 6 inches on the habits of Ta'aniri by Tuesday all right?" The four groaned and Hermione smiled. "Hermione, you don't write anything." Hermione stared at Ms. Figg in horror and frowned when the woman smiled.
"So Seamus." Dean began. "Did you do any work on the vampire essay Glassier assigned us?" Seamus looked at him.
"What do you think I am? Hermione?" Dean grinned at that and went back to drawing Seamus. Seamus was having a very difficult time staying still, but Dean was sketching him for practice, or so the black boy said. Suddenly a thought occurred to Seamus, one that would maybe make things up to Harry and Draco. Although honestly Draco didn't seem to care, but Harry was a very private person, and telling the girls what they wanted to know might not have been his brightest idea.
"Say Dean, can you put this on hold?" Seamus asked and Deans sighed.
"Well since you've already moved your head yes." He drawled and Seamus grinned winningly.
"Now Dean, have you ever sketched someone in the nude?"
Lucius Malfoy smiled calmly as the woman sat in front of him fidgeted.
"I ask once again, where is the fucking shipment?" Lucius questioned quietly while Narcissa made an amused snort at this language. The room was decorated in an early renaissance style with Chartez's famous waltz, one of the most well known wizard paintings in the magical world.
The wizards and witches within it danced beautifully, but to a music only they could hear. Incredible fanciful dresses and glorious atmosphere lent the painting a decadent quality, but somehow there was an element of sadness in the beauty of the dance, it swept along like something pure and unrefined, raw and yet tamed into form. The motion and dance of love.
"It- it is coming I assure you but the authorities were not-" The woman began but Narcissa interrupted her.
"I thought we- dealt- with the so called authority." She leaned in a little bit, many people mistook Narcissa for merely an instrument, something they regretted when she and Lucius used that against them. The woman licked her lips nervously, something about these two always set her on edge. Suddenly Lucius did lean in and smiled. He set his elbows gently on the elegantly carved wooden desk and clasped his hands together, his beautifully chiseled face looking vaguely amused. Vaguely, for otherwise it looked, displeased.
"Yes, we had Omar Akawi killed did we not? Or did we?" The woman swallowed and smiled slightly.
"Yes indeed, he was killed with a highly advanced neurotoxin that simulates a heart attack so closely none know the difference. And wizards would never look for such a thing anyways. It was simple enough to get the prostitute he was seeing under Imperius, and a little prick during sex; who would notice?" Lucius nodded, whatever a neurotoxin was. But Narcissa paid attention to Muggle inventions, she headed their Muggle investing.
"So is that from the company we started?" The woman nodded.
"Yes, your numbers for Viotex are exceedingly high, the option of magical research sanctioned by the American Ministry has yielded great advancements in the field of medicine." The woman didn't add that also great questioning, but the ministry had the ear of the government, the highest part of the government. And as such any Muggle questions were squashed quite easily.
"And the other thing?" Lucius asked. The woman looked at him blankly. He ground his teeth briefly, Margaret was good, damn good, but she pissed him off so much…
"The Mesoamerican spell statuette?" Narcissa inquired and Margaret nodded swiftly, glad to have been rescued from Lucius' wrath.
"Yes, I uhm, have some bad news regarding that, a Brazilian drug lord has the shipment it was moving and then captured before we could get it to a safe Apparition zone." She winced but the two merely looked at each other.
"Narcissa would you please stay here and entertain Margaret? Maybe give her a small raise for the past few months, I shall go call Gazeroth." Narcissa nodded and looked benignly at Margaret before smiling.
"Would you are for some caviar, the Oscetra is particularly delightful this time although the Beluga prime is the best I never have liked it as much." Narcissa offered and a house elf appeared with the delicacies.
Lucius tore through the house. They needed that statue if they were to have access to the other realms, it was time to call in a favor. He descended a few stairs and then came into a long corridor. He strode forward cautiously, whispering odd phrases and every now and then skipping over certain stones and touched the wall at odd intervals. Finally he reached the end door that he opened by pressing the exact middle of the doorknob. The rest was coated in a slow acting poison that remained potent for centuries.
The door swung open with nary a creak and Lucius edged forward. He leaned forward and whispered a phrase and the room lightened and he relaxed, the traps were all done now but for one. He went to a small bowl and picked up the platinum pin there and pricked his thumb. Squeezing a drop of blood into the bowl the room seemed to waver for a second before realigning itself. Lucius sighed in relief, but such security was necessary.
He walked over then to a raised podium. There were countless treasures in here, rare books that contained knowledge so forgotten and arcane that it was doubtful they could be found anywhere else in the world, except maybe the grand library in Israel, where tomes of magic stretched back to so far there were stones with hieroglyphics etched in them within the library.
Before Lucius was a book, bound in chains with one rune on the cover, Lucius knew not what it meant, but he knew the book well. The Necrotelicomnicon listed each of the Daemon lords, princes and queens. Demons of any sort usually had no discernable sex, but the princes and queens definitely had. And they were of course the most powerful. One of the most powerful was a Daemon prince named Gazeroth, and he owed the Malfoy line a debt.
Daemons were ancient powerful creatures, far greater than demons and they made imps and other such lesser evils look like teddy bears by comparison. But the more powerful they became, they became less cruel and more interested in power. You could tell the weaker Daemons form the stronger, the stronger were content with a simple form and treated their servants and humans with a certain amount of dignity. The lesser didn't, they tried to intimidate anyone they met, except a greater Daemon and a few select mortals who they could sense held great power.
So Lucius stood before the Necrotelicomnicon and took a deep breath and began to summon his power. The Veela blood that coursed through his veins made him far stronger than any normal wizard, and he was no slouch with power himself. Gazeroth had a peculiar interest in humans, the Malfoy's in particular. Some centuries ago an ancestor of Lucius had released Gazeroth from an imprisonment he'd been stuck in for 4 millennia by an ancient Egyptian Sorceress, a true Sorceress.
Lucius struck the chains from the book and let the black energy from it creep over him before striking it back. As was true with many ancient books, they were enigmas of power and a strange sort of sentience. This particular book had consumed the mind of several Malfoy's over the centuries, and was truly powerful, powerful enough to call Gazeroth from the depth of Hades, the realm of fire.
And Lucius did so, and with nary a sound or flash of light like another demon would use Gazeroth appeared.
"Hello Lucius." The Daemon said, his voice was deep and imperious, yet intelligent and always held a sliver of amusement. "What do you call me here for today hmm?" Today Gazeroth was in his regular form, he stood short at nearly 5 feet. His skin was old and wrinkled, red, the color of dried blood on sand. A loincloth covered whatever it was he felt was necessary to cover, and he walked with a staff much like a cane. His head was adorned by a pair of horns, still sharp on the tip after he 10 millennia and his wings were folded neatly on his back.
"You called the Slayer to earth I see. And you son helped to kill a Ta'aniri today, one I was not overly fond of I must say." Gazeroth grinned and showed a mouth full of old yellow teeth that were eerily sharp. Lucius snorted.
"Quite, I called you here today because I am need of a magical artifact that will allow my wife and I access to the realm of fire and air, totally unrestricted access." Gazeroth frowned.
"What do you say, the boundaries are unbreakable except by extremely powerful magic items and even then, Fire is connected to Earth, this realm, Air to Water and Magic is alone. Do not fool with me Lucius, what have you discovered." Lucius sighed.
"There is, a man in a place called America that was killed about a year ago, born Thomas Adams. He was part of an organization that controls a good deal of the crime on the planet, both Muggle and Magical, his code name was Jester. He has returned as a Lich. He has taken the statue." Gazeroth looked surprised.
"A Lich you say, that is fascinating…" Lucius's frown twisted bitterly.
"Yes, and he now has power beyond that of all but a few special ones." The Daemon inclined his head sagely for a second and then smiled.
"Your son appears to be involved with a prophecy Lucius, one that carries immense power. I don't toy with prophecies Lucius, all to often it is a being far to powerful for me to deal with that makes them." Lucius thought of Trelawney and couldn't help but laugh. Gaeroth smiled again, his incisors were intensely sharp then.
"Yes it does seem ridiculous that that old bat could be such a power, she is not." Suddenly Gazeroth became deadly serious. "There are forces that you call upon that you don't know the strength of Lucius, when this world was young the others, mine included, were already old. Earth was the last to be created, Air being the oldest followed by Magic, Fire and Water. But there is immense power in this one." The Daemon looked around the room and waved his hand contemptuously.
"These are mere baubles Lucius, things of non-consequence. This Jester has discovered this, and I dread to think of what shall happen when these prophecies clash. Maybe finally we shall learn the truth behind creation, or we may just die in the backlash of energy." The Daemon stooped in thought.
"I'll get your statue Lucius, but it will not fulfill the debt, I am doing this as a favor to a line I have long watched and enjoyed, your family has provided me with entertainment on a scale that is indeed hard to come by." Gazeroth concentrated for a second and then a small figurine appeared in his clawed hand. He handed it gingerly to Lucius.
"Sense the power in that. Take care Lucius, and remember that the Slayer showed only a modicum of his power. I go now." With that the Daemon was gone and Lucius held the statue for a second before grinning madly.
"And now, let it begin."
"WHAT?" Jester snarled. Count sighed and was about to repeat himself when Jester signaled angrily for him to stop. The Court had convened once again for an emergency meeting.
"Well, not only have we lost the statue, we have lost it to a group that can use it, and will do so. The faery dragons are free to do as they will and the group at that school are gaining power." Jester snarled.
"At least that fool Voldemort is dead." Queen remarked offhandedly.
"Ah, but now there is that Animagus and the Wraith to deal with." King countered softly. "Things are not going so well unless there are any victories that I am unaware of?" The group was quiet for a moment before Lord stood up, all nearly eight feet of him.
"I have finished the addition to the drug if you're wondering, it will jock up the price a little as one of the main ingredients is the polled of the Invisible Dusk Blooming Choke Vine, which is quite dangerous to harvest." Lord sat down, gingerly.
"Begin shipping immediately, other issues of business?" Duke rumbled as he cleared his throat.
"Our contacts within the Israeli wizard parliament have told us that they are going to soon enter the Temple Mount with magic, what they find could prove whether or not there is truly a god to the magical community." Eyebrows were raised across the table. Such a revelation could have disastrous ripples…
"Stop it, now is not the time." King commanded and Duke nodded. "Contact the Eclipse organization and have a rash of terrorist acts committed in the Gaza strip. I want magical disasters in Cairo, Tel Aviv and Istanbul, with the tag from Voldemort just for some fun." Duke nodded again and looked at Duchess who smiled.
"Fire, ice and a pit fiend somewhere in there, and anything else?" King asked.
"The Sigma Protocol is making progress, it is truly fascinating." Count said. "I don't quite understand how it works but it is great." King nodded.
"You father was the one involved in that correct?" Count nodded smugly.
"Yes, the Nazis were rather surprised he would join them, but father had no care for mass murder, he was an idiot." The group nodded, like so many people without morals, they had standards, Hitler quite frankly repelled them, but nothing more. Except Jester…
"A piffle, but no matter, Sigma is going ahead?" King said with a small amount of distaste.
"Yes, and we can manufacture the substance purely synthetically, the children are no longer needed." Count said. His face twisted. "But what shall we do with them?" Suddenly Jester's eyes lit up.
"A Gate, we can build a Gate."
Glorious, no other way to describe it. Harry was lighter than air, his blood was pumping and he could feel the air glide around him like water. He was speed, power and grace all rolled into one hurtling bolt of lightning. The sense of power, the sense of freedom. No demands, no worries, just being himself, pure and untainted in every sense.
Harry barely touched the broom and it went where he wanted, he was there before he knew it and was onto somewhere else in a breath right after that. He needed this time, time to think and be alone. Seamus and Draco…
Voldemort was gone now, or would be soon, trapped as he was in Draco's mind. He had been so afraid when he had heard that, but after poking around for a second he had determined that Voldemort was trapped in a form of limbo that Neville had helped to seal even more tightly, much to Neville's displeasure at helping Draco.
But Voldemort was as good as gone, it was time to think of the future. A good deal of the school had been surprised at the triad they had on their hands, and some very surprising people had been accepting. It had helped others come to light that held gay relationships. After all, who would want to mess with the great Harry Potter? Harry didn't wish to inflate his own ego, but between him, Draco and Neville, there was enough raw magical power to scare any bigoted individual under their bed.
Harry shook his head and then dodged a bird that squawked indignantly as he zoomed past it so fast the back draft swung it around in the air. Draco and Seamus. He loved Seamus, deeply. Seamus was the energy that kept him afloat and sane, Seamus was his mischievous side, the part of him that could just be him. But Draco…
He needed to figure out Draco, one couldn't erase 4 years of constant abuse, although Harry was a very forgiving person, he felt oddly uncomfortable with Draco, to be blunt he felt best when he and Draco were "playing around." He reflected in another part of his mind that none of them had actually fucked each other, something he had assumed would happen fairly soon, Harry enjoyed the slow pace thought. What he though might be some fun over the summer had turned into something sweet and he wanted it to last, unlike so many other things in his life.
But the cause of that was over right? Voldemort was gone, or nearly and-
"Damn it!" He swore and whirled around on the Firebolt again and again. It always came back to Voldemort that bastard, even incapacitated he somehow affected Harry. Was he obsessed? Voldemort had become such a part of him, Voldemort was part of him, Voldemort was his gift of Parseltongue, and a part of his magical ability. The man had dominated Harry's existence for what seemed a long eternity.
He needed time, time to sort things out, and time to just- be.
"What do think he's thinking about?" Hermione asked. Ginny looked at her.
"What makes you think he's thinking about anything?" Hermione just looked at her with a patented "I just know" look and Ginny smirked while rolling her eyes.
"Virginia, you are becoming quite the little rebel." Hermione remarked amusedly. Ginny frowned at being called Virginia.
"Blah blah blah 'Mione." Ginny snapped and Hermione smiled. Then she turned out to watch Harry fly. I wonder…
"He's probably fine 'Mione, let's go inside." Ginny said and Hermione grinned.
"Why should we go inside? It's nice up here right now." And Hermione pressed her mouth against Ginny's for a kiss that shook the other girl down to her knees.
Ron ran his fingers through Neville's hair and felt so content he just- the emotion was indescribable as he felt so happy he couldn't express it. Neville smiled and snuggled closer to Ron, enjoying a moment of happiness so full of life that the two were deaf and blind to the rest of the world-
Until a water balloon exploded over their heads and sent water cascading all over Neville who was lying on top of Ron. Ron was up faster than you could blink and running after the twins. Neville gasped and then smiled at the expression on his boyfriend's (he still got chills over that) face, the utter indignant and protective rage. To someone who had been told he was worthless his entire life, Ron's utter loyalty and protectiveness were delicious sweets.
But to much candy can be very bad for you indeed, and their relationship was not as healthy as it should be Dumbledore mused, but for now he would let them have their happiness, such things were all too fleeting these days.
The old wizard turned and went into his bedroom. With a sigh he flopped down into his chair and steepled his fingers in his lap, and closed his eyes. With great care and precision he flung his mind into the world, and let the knowledge just flow…
For a time his ancient features were calm and then they tightened with a mixture of fear and anger. His eyes snapped open so suddenly it seemed as if someone had flipped the switch changing Dumbledore from sleeping to waking. He rose up from his chair and billowed out of the room.
He stormed into his office and stared at the desk for a second, and then grabbed the sorting hat. He put it on and took a deep breath.
"End game." He said and then opened his mouth again and a pure tone came out. It rippled through the air and resounded through the entire school, but it was not heard. Everyone stopped what they were doing as peculiar energy rippled through them, making them pause for a moment and then shiver as the cold passed.
The tone continued and it began to chime as a hollow awful music filled the air and Dumbledore began to glow. And then the school began to shake and suddenly every single student and faculty member was inside. Dumbledore regretted doing this, but some things were far more important than the confusion and fear of a few hundred human beings.
Existence for one came to mind as the castle shimmered once and then burst into light before vanishing from view. And then it reappeared, and it looked exactly the same, except now there were 13 people missing from the school, the Circle had left.
"They're gone." Narcissa said and Lucius looked at her.
"What do you mean?" He asked stupidly and Narcissa glared at him.
"Damn it Lucius! The man has found it out, he knows something we don't and he knows exactly what he know, I knew he would ruin this somehow." She snarled. "Remember the rumor of the Founders being Accesses?" Lucius looked at her and she looked to the floor.
"It's true isn't it?" He asked and she nodded.
"Right, and this means-"
"They've gone to another Realm." He finished for her and then swore. Narcissa nodded grimly.
"Well then, we must follow them-" He stopped as Narcissa's frown twisted.
"The castle is back, but-" Narcissa frowned and clutched her head. Her beautiful light silvery hair cascaded around her hands and Lucius gently placed his hands on her hips and looked softly into her eyes.
"They are still in this Realm, but- there is something missing…" Her eyes widened. "Draco is gone!" Lucius growled.
"Then we go after him, Margaret can take care of things for a few months before we need to be back and we can always come back briefly." Narcissa nodded.
"I'll go grab some things, you grab magical items, I'll grab Muggle stuff." Lucius wrinkled his nose, but if Magic changed in the other realm they would need such things.
The two ran through the house, the house elves grabbing and packing before Lucius and Narcissa both reappeared with identical trunks the stored much more than they could naturally carry. They both grabbed the statuette and were prepared to shout the incantation when Gazeroth appeared. He smiled at the two of them.
"I'm coming with you, I don't care how much trouble I get in, you'll need me before this is over." And he laid one wrinkled hand of claws on the statue, and then they were gone.
"They are moved, time to go." Jester said softly. The others nodded and Jester raised his hands, and outside their palatial residence the children began to moan as their life energy was stolen, the rest of the Court watched the Lich and smiled as the gate wove itself into space and time, and before them stood the land they were going to, and they jumped into it.
And the first step of Destiny was ascended.
"Are you sure this will work?" Wormtail hissed quietly and Karkarov nodded. Wormtail shuddered. He was a Wraith now, it had hurt, god it had hurt, but now he and Karkarov could penetrate the already fragile wall of the Realms to the Realm of air. Because they were in between being dead and alive, they were able to pass through the wall with help from some ancient scrolls Voldemort had kindly left them.
And when they were gone, things came full circle.
"And so it ends…"
"A pity, it was fun while it lasted."
"Do you think they'll survive?"
"Does it matter?"
Questions? I'd have questions, but then again I wrote this, so I know what's going on.
Shout Outs-
Zara- You had a feeling huh? Sure… ^_^ glad you're not confused anymore.
Demeter- Ah yes, the Slytherins, I am trying to show how ambition and the lust for power don't have to be synonymous with evil, something represented to a point in Pansy.
Rannchan- Stopped reading it? Does he not like it, or does he not go out for slash? You took a trip to the mall, it's been a while since I've gone to the mall. Hmm…
Adrithor- Here's more then.
Myr- Ah yes, thank you. That part just wrote itself right in there as I had the idea, it was just something that I wanted to put in and it seems everyone enjoyed it. So post some more of PoD! Wanna bounce ideas off of me, I'm wide open for anything.
Eanelen- Thank you, I worked damn hard on making this plot as original as possible, glad to know you like it.
Ostia- Here's more to seeeee.
MistWalker- The return of Charlie, something that will have greater consequence next chapter as the story begins to really roll onward. Glad to know you like Dumbledore and the Beans!
Mizzy- Uh oh, you died at the ending? Are you all right? *checks pulse* SHE's GOING TO BE OK, SO GO READ HER FICS!
Mel- So you enjoy the humor in this? Good, and the triads… Those damn triads are trying to invade every fic I write. One has popped up in my digimon story, and Shadow's and Ice is getting- well anyways, glad to know you like it.
DragonSoul- I'm really no good at answering rhetorical questions ^_^! But I'm glad you finally did read it.
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