Harry Potter and the Elemental Prophecy

Confrontations, Meetings… and the dreaded dream..

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Mrs. Rowling (who's going to have another baby..) owns everything. Sure, I own some made-up characters, the prophecy and a few things… but other than that?... nope.

Authors Notes:

*casts a very odd look towards her Beta reader* it's her fault that you guys aren't getting the right version of this story… *sighs heavily* in fact, this one's changed completely, as has chapter 4 when I get to it.


I was all ready to post it, when she had to come bug me... lol, then my mind made me tell her... then boom. Suddenly the whole 3rd and 4th chapter plot has changed.

So… instead of dark and dreary... it's now going to be… well something *curious look* I really don't know now. She threw me off my beat! Errr... *thoughtful look*

Well we'll see what we can come up with. Maybe more into a meeting with Serena this time....

Yeah, that's it…

And Li, and we can talk to Arabella...

Ok, time for a little update, It's September 30th. 8:24 PM and I'm just now getting back to writing. Had to take a couple hours off to read Fahrenheit 451..(literally folks… A few hours... oh, nm. Good book. Very good book. I really suggest you read it if you haven't yet. )

Lesse, ok. I've finally gotten my edge back to write, after being thrown off my beat by a certain person *casts a glance at somebody with a smirk*. So now, basically… there's still angst in here, and I'm hoping a new twist on an old dream.

Honestly, don't people think to use anything other than just Cedric dying in the dream? Lol. Oh… anyways, on with the story!

PS: Big spoilers for Book 4 for the poor soul who hasn't read book 4 yet.

*looks at it next to her*

All text for a certain part in this story is Copyright to JK Rowling (mother to be)

Ok, one last thing… I thank Celeste (whom I'm part of a beta team for…) for bringing up the Ministry's involvement in Harry's little "Energy Burst". Thank you soo much for pointing that out! I'll deal with it later… like next chapter. I'm rushing chapter 3 so I can get to Chapter 4... lol.

I think 12 pages (by my computer) is enough for a chapter, ridiculously short, yes… but good, *nods*

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It was the strangest feeling he'd ever had in his life. This feeling of empty bliss, yet he was aware of his surroundings, and he knew on the outside he wasn't quite… there.

Not of course, that this was a bad thing, though it probably couldn't be good either, just floating in space, or wherever he was at the time.

"Where am I?" he decided to ask after the silence got to him.

"You're in your mind, don't worry you're not dead, but... you do look it. I mean you're not exactly breathing." somebody said to him and, if he had the ability, he would have fallen over.

"Dead? Wha-wait, how can I be dead if I'm here talking to you… I'm not in like some limbo am I?"

Soft laughter. "No, you aren't dead, you have much to live for Phoenix child… much to live for, and so much to do." the voice paused as if in thought. "No, just giving your body time to rejuvenate after what it's been put through just now, you'll start

breathing soon, but you still won't awaken, not for some time."

"How long's 'some time'?" Harry asked cautiously.

"A day or two, now do not worry child. Just rest your mind and regain your strength…"

"But wait, who are you?" he asked trying to get her to stay.

"That, is for another time…"

With that she was gone... and within a few seconds he felt his eyes drooping. Strength was leaving him, but something else was entering...

Harry shot up with a shuddering gasp and looked around wildly, surprising everybody in the room.

"Good heavens Harry! You're alive!" a familiar voice cried and soon he was engulfed in a crushing hug. "I was so afraid I was going to lose you too."

"Arabella, I think it's best we give young Harry here some room to breathe." another voice said and as Arabella loosened her grip and sat next to him protectively almost afraid that he'd disappear, Harry turned and saw Albus Dumbledore once again smiling at him benignly.

"Sir, what… what happened?" he asked looking between him and Arabella then noticing Vienna, Anne and Annette in the room as well, must still be at the Bennings' house he surmised, and upon taking in the room more, was proved correct.

"We were wondering if you could tell us that yourself Harry. From what young Annette here says-well-Ms. Bennings, would you care to share the story?" Dumbledore asked turning to the brunette who had been staring at Harry as if he were a ghost.

She nodded and then stepped forward in front of her mother and looked about as she spoke. "I… well, when you didn't come back to the booth Harry, I got curious and came over and saw you talking to another boy your age. Draco Malfoy you called him?

I knew you mustn't be too keen about him being there because…" she stopped trying to figure out how to say it. "I could just about feel the anger coming from you, which was creepy."

At this point Harry remembered more. "That's when he started to go towards you. I stopped him and threatened him, but he wasn't exactly phased by this because he just got an evil glint in his eyes. He started to say something, but… I can't quite remember…" that was a blatant lie, but he wasn't going to tell them about what was said about Voldemort.

"And that's when things got weird, I don't know what happened from the outside, but… it was like… everything sort of dampened out, I heard you start to scream Annette, and then this white light sort of covered me… and it just burst. That's the only way I can say it. All the energy and anger I had exploded. And then I woke up here." Not to mention the song, the cloaked person, and the funky dream... he added and looked up to the headmaster..

Dumbledore had fallen silent, eyes searching Harry's for an answer which he wasn't sure he could give. "Sir?"

"Annette, what happened afterwards." he said cutting Harry off meaningfully.

"There was this really weird 'crack' sound and then everything went off. There were lots of explosions as anything glass was destroyed! It was, actually wicked to a point..."

"Wicked? You were injured young lady, that is NOT wicked." Vi interrupted glaring at her daughter sharply.

"I'm not saying it was 'cool' that anybody got injured, 'cept when Malfoy was thrown

backwards and knocked out. After that his father, at least I think it was his father, sort of seemed to look really worried, woke his son up and dragged him out of the bar talking furiously with him. That's when things went back to normal, as soon as they left. Everything just seemed to calm down, you know?"


"Breathe Annette..." Arabella said and the younger girl blushed.

Harry was looking at her, then back to Dumbledore who stood up suddenly. "Sir?" he tried again.

And again he was motioned into silence by the elder wizard who looked at Arabella and she stood up, with one more look to Harry and walked over to him, and they talked amongst one another silently.

This was starting to get annoying.

"Harry, I do believe you should come to Hogwarts for the rest of the holidays."

Dumbledore finally said and Harry nearly dropped out of his seat when rushing to get up.

"What?! You're kidding right? Tell me you're kidding!" he asked and received a negative reply. "But, nothings happened, I mean. I haven't been attacked--I was the one to attack, but that was by accident, you can't..." he stopped realizing how hopeless that was.

"We realize," Arabella paused and looked at Vienna who nodded and ushered her daughters out of the room, "that there hasn't been anything by way of any attack on you from Voldemort. But Harry, Mr. Malfoy and his father, they were there for a reason, now maybe they were trying to force you to do that. Maybe they know something we don't. It's just safer at Hogwarts for you… you have to understand that." she said gently.

"Also Harry, and I will not lie to you. There has been more Death Eater activity within the last few weeks than any of us may ever know about."

At this, Harry paused and suddenly got a nervous look on his face. "Umm, about that…" he wasn't too sure if this was the best time to bring it up.

"Yes Harry?"

"Bell.,. there's something I probably should have told you some time back, a few days before my birthday-" he stopped when Dumbledore looked at him sharply but continued anyways. "A few days before, I had a dream, but I can't remember too much about it. It was, it was.., I'm so sorry I didn't say anything. I saw a Death Eater attack I think. I don't remember where, or when, nothing, just that I saw a village get attacked." he took a breath and continued. "A boy, not too old, Light brown hair, kinda pale, he was… was guarding a little girl with pigtails from an attack that night. He died by Avada Kedavra…" he closed his eyes.

Arabella was just staring at him blankly. "Harry…" she started but was silenced by Dumbledore who went over to Harry who had sat down eyes on the floor.

"Harry, why didn't you say anything about this earlier?" he asked.

"I-I don't know, I really didn't remember until the when Bell got that note from you yesterday… I mean, whenever it was…"

"Three days ago." Arabella added in an emotionless voice as she sunk into a chair behind her. "I got the note three days ago, you've been out for three days Harry, somewhere in your mind you knew, yet you didn't tell…"

Can't believe how stupid that was Potter, way to go, now she's mad. Maybe that's why I'm going to Hogwarts instead of back to Privet Drive... probably be better back with my family… he stopped that thought in its tracks with a sharp shake of his head then stood up suddenly and started out of the room.

"Sorry I didn't tell somebody when it happened, I'm sorry I hurt you Arabella, I never meant to. Take me to Hogwarts, or back to the Dursley's, doesn't matter to me." with that he stormed out of the house, shocking the three people in the kitchen by the slam of the door who had been talking amongst themselves.

"Back to the… Harry! Wait!" Arabella cried and she got up and ran out after him.

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It'd taken them four and a half hours to find the raven haired teenager, and in the end it was Annette who had found him by accident when she went out into the backyard and heard him talking to himself. Took her a few moments to realize he was up in the tree that was back there and she talked him down and finally got him inside where he was pulled into a fierce hug by a profusely apologizing Arabella. Within another few hours it was time for them to head back to Hogwarts, by way of carriage.

"Bye Harry, Bye Arabella... take care you hear? You're always welcomed to this household." Vienna said as she gave both a hug and kissed Harry on the forehead who cast her a lopsided grin.

"Bye Harry!"

"See you Harry."

The twins called in succession and waved.

"I'll see you two in a few weeks, you're going to love it! I promise." and with that, and a bid of goodbye between Dumbledore and Vienna and they were off for a rather silent journey to Hogwarts.

(was it just me, or did that seem a touch rushed?)

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It had taken almost all of that day to get to Hogwarts by carriage, and Harry had almost succeeded in falling asleep, but Arabella and Dumbledore were sure to keep him awake.

When they arrived, after setting Hedwig loose to go to the Owlry, they set off towards Dumbledore's office, well two of them anyways.

"Harry, I'd like to speak to Albus alone… you're trunk and things are up in the 5th year dorms if you'd like to head out...password should be the same till the day before school.. go ahead and go up, we'll see you at dinner alright?" Arabella said as she cast a meaningful glance at the headmaster who remained still.

"Right then, I guess I'll just go get reacquainted with the castle." Harry said with a touch of amusement in his voice and he set off in the opposite direction that the two adults were going.

"Figures… would be nice if Ron and Hermione were here..." he trailed off in thought, he really should go up and write back to them.

But as he turned the corner down another hallway he collided with somebody and stumbled backwards. "Oh, excuse--" he stopped, eyes wide when he noticed exactly who it was he'd run into. "P-P-Professor Snape.."

"P-p-Potter…" the older man mimicked with a cold smile. "What are you doing here?" the older asked.

Mocking doesn't become you Snape… and why should I tell you? You wouldn't even tell ME what YOU were doing at my house..."Arabella and Professor Dumbledore brought me up here for the rest of the summer..."

The potions master quirked an eyebrow at this information but remained passive. "I see… probably a smart move… wouldn't want the 'Boy-Who-Lived' getting caught would we…" he sneered and found the younger boy, to his amusement, fighting not to

give a reaction.

For a second Harry wished that he could have knocked Snape out, but then something else came to his head and he asked, a lot braver than he probably should have been at the moment, "You didn't answer me the last time we talked.. I want to know, right now, what you were doing in Privet Drive, visiting MY relatives, and I know it wasn't just to drop by for tea… for some reason it doesn't fit your persona, what were you doing, checking up on me or something?.."

Severus stared at him after that little outburst. Atleast you haven't lost your smart mouth... that's a good sign… he heard and fought back shock. "No, I don't suppose it does fit my 'persona' as you so kindly put it." he said softly. "And, while unfortunately it may boost that little egotistical view you have of yourself as a golden child, yes I was 'checking up' on you. Not by my choice, the headmaster was merely curious as to a few interesting mails he'd been getting from your sidekicks."

With satisfaction he watched a horribly insulted look crossed the boys face but disappeared instantaneously. "Now if you're through with this needless bantering Potter, I have things to be done that are, by far, more important than this little chat session."

Harry looked at him darkly and shook his head, "Fine, go do whatever is you need to do… SIR, don't let me bother you..." with that, and a sudden rush of rebellion, he pushed past the older man roughly and continued down the corridor.

Don't let that little attitude of yours be your downfall Potter...drifted after him but he

ignored it, the blood still pounding in his ears as he turned the corner and collided, rather forcefully with somebody else and they both fell over backwards.

"Ow!"

"Hey!" they both cried at once.

Shaking his head Harry looked up, and met Icy blue eyes that were staring at him intently. Finally he realized that those eyes belonged to that of a girl, a very pale girl, who looked rather perturbed, and who had a red cloak. "It's you!" he cried in shock.

"Yeah, it's me, who else would it be?" she asked her high alto voice peppered with unhidden sarcasm.

"Who are you exactly?" he asked curiously.

She rolled her eyes as she helped herself up then waited for him to stand up before raising an eyebrow. "My name's Serena. Serena McKay."

Serena... never heard that name before… "My names Harry, Harry Potter." he added and she smirked. "Well Harry Potter, it's a pleasure to meet you, but I should be going now." she said and brushed past him, but something compelled him to reach out and grab her wrist and stop her. "Wait!"

"What?" she asked and pulled her arm away from him.

"What were doing at the Three Broomsticks that day?" was the first thing out of his mouth, well aren't we a curious cat today... he thought sarcastically to himself as he shook his head.

Curiousity killed the cat you know a voice said in his head and he looked up at her with wide eyes. "W-was that you, talking to me inside my head?" he asked blankly and she sighed heavily.

"Well, yeah, either that or your mental. But, all assumptions aside, yes I'm a telepath as well." she stopped at his confused _expression as if something hit her suddenly.

"You don't know!" she said smacking her hand to her forehead in disbelief. "But you're so… I thought… oh well this is different." she said mostly to herself.

"And I'm mental?" he quizzed and she shot him a glare which quieted him down.

"Walk with me Potter," she about ordered and they started walking down the hallway towards Gryffindor tower. "So, how long have you been telepathic do you think?"

"Telepathic, what?"

"How long have you been hearing voices in your head." she asked dryly as they took to the steps.

"Well, I'm going to guess that the giant basilik back in 2nd year doesn't count, so... since a bit before my 15th birthday this year." he replied thoughtfully not catching her curiously raised eyebrow. "Yeah, I believe, I'm not too sure, I remember insulting my uncle in my head, but then him getting mad, so I can only assume that he heard it, why do you ask?"

She shook her head. "No reason, just curious that's all. So Gryffindor, what brings you to Hogwarts early?" she said as they stopped in front of the portrait of the fat lady.

"What? Um, Arabella and Professor Dumbledore said it'd be best for me here..." Harry said slowly, the blinked. "Wait, why are you here?"

"Me? You could say I'm here on similar terms…"

"What's that mean?"

"Dumbledore brought me here."

"To protect you?"

"You could say that, Veela." with that she blew past Harry and into the portrait hole, leaving him standing in confusion. "Right…" and with that he too climbed into the portrait and shut it behind him, though upon entering the common room, there was no sight of his new acquaintance.

"Serena?"

Silence.

"I was not imagining things, I wasn't...."

Keep telling yourself that Gryffindor…

Stop talking to me! I mean, in my head.

You didn't have to reply you know Harry...

This only managed to annoy him further… Oh… shut up.

More silence. "I'm not going to like this year, I can tell already..."

(As if you couldn't tell the author got bored half way through this and kinda… slacked… lol… it'll get better soon… )

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That night (as well as many to follow) Harry skipped dinner, for more reasons that one.

Being back in Hogwarts should have been reassuring... but it wasn't, in fact it was worse. Now completely alone he could feel, something in the air--fear, anger… and he didn't like it. Not only was he no longer hungry but suddenly, for the first time since the summer holiday's began, a rush of guilt over came him.

Sitting in the common room, shrouded by night, and the ominous shadows that only a slowly crackling fire could stealthily place, Harry could swear he heard a low moan… or was that chanting?

Suddenly the hypnotic tune and flickering light of the flames lulled Harry into a very unsettling sleep.

(Lol, anybody out there got book 4 around? Chapter 32 is going to sound familiar right about now...I'm basically just typing it up, SORT OF... very loosely, but from Harry's dream POV)

Like every other dream, it started the same...

The odd high-pitched voice uttering the sentence of a boy, who did not deserve this fate.

"Kill the spare…"

And like always Harry would close his eyes, then open them and see his opp--Cedric, lying spread-eagle on the ground. An eternal second gave Harry enough time this time around to gaze into the dead gray eyes... and wonder. 'What were your last thoughts...'

Here was something he thought he'd forgotten, sure he'd remember seeing his almost friend dead in front of him. An innocent dead, just to get to Harry. Certainly not the first, and definitely not the last. He watched himself get dragged to the all-too-familiar headstone and slammed against it.

He also watched as the cloaked man (now he knew, Pettigrew...) and tied him to the headstone, he remembered struggling, and being hit rather hard.

His eyes slowly wandered to the foot of the grave where the bundle lay, he already dreaded… how he wished that the spell hadn't worked.

The high voice pierced the silence again. "Hurry!"

And that's when he wished the dream would end. Right there, before the spell.

Again, when he saw what Wormtail pulled the robes open both he and his past self let out a startled yell, and both went unheard, for various reasons. This time he got a better look (though, better... it was not...) A very deformed shape of a human child was revealed. Hairless and scaly-like… and dark reddish black. Its body, arms and legs so thin, and its face. He was sure no child alive had ever claimed a face like that--flat and snakelike, with the gleaming red-eyes that would soon be filled with so much venom it was terrifying.

Watching in frightened awe, Wormtail lowered the… creature into the cauldron.

He looked to himself tied to the headstone cringing in pain and knew the thoughts.

'Please let it drown...' how he wished it had.

Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!

'Wake up!' he urged himself, 'wake up from this nightmare, you don't want to watch this! Not again!'

He watched as Wormtail whimpered and pulled out a long thin danger from his cloak as his voice was now a petrified sob. 'God… no...'

Flesh -- of the servant -- w-willingly given -- you will -- revive -- your master

For the second time he clinched his eyes tightly shut as Wormtail brought the the dagger upward, and it seemed that the agonizing screaming echoed repeatedly

through his head.

Opening his eyes again he watched as the pain-ridden man stumbled in front of his dream self and chanted softly…

B-blood of the enemy...forcibly taken...you will...resurrect your foe.

He watched himself in terrified curiosity as Wormtail made the cut in the crook of his right arm, he brought his own arm up, and studied it, the scar was still there.

Yet another reminder of all that happened that night.

As soon as his blood had been poured into the already sparking cauldron there was an explosion of white which sent his vision into momentary nothingness. But yet, for a bated moment nothing happened.

Suddenly the sparks that had been emanating from the cauldron stopped. And a surge of white steam billowed from the cauldron instead, while causing everything behind the smoke to disappear, this time he could catch sight of Wormtail who seemed to look even more revolted as he too watched the cauldron.

The same icy surge of terror filled Harry's chest when he saw the dark, tall and thin man rising from the cauldron.

"Robe me…" the cold voice ordered, and this time he could see nearly clearly, as

Wormtail scrambled to the black robes and got to his feet, reached up and pulled them with his one hand over his masters head.


The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, staring at his past self intently... and he watched as he stared back into the face that had haunted his night-mares for three years.

(Boy, this is pathetic, I'm now quoting from the book nearly… lol)

Harry (real Harry) felt himself being pulled back from the dream... the dream of the

time. From which Lord Voldemort had once again... Risen.

(Anybody else find that completely pointless? This is what happens when the author gets bored, tired, and extremely desperate for some chapter material. Don't you love these occasional little notes I leave for you? It's my bored ramble… it's 4th hour study hall…*smirks*, this should prove just how---odd I am…)

Harry just about vaulted out of the sofa, but apparently made it no further than a sudden drop to his knees as he looked around wildly.

His scar was burning slightly and he groaned as he stayed on the floor eyes shut tight and stomach churning. But it wasn't the dreams lingering effects causing this. It was something else that would stay with him for years to come. A seething hatred of Voldemort. Not for the pain he'd inflicted on him, but for killing Cedric, for killing his parents… and the Death Eaters for torturing the Longbottoms and killing countless others.

The Death Eaters, pain, torture, death... treachery. Voldemort.

The name itself sent a new wave of pain through Harry's stomach every time he said or heard it. For a second he thought the fire in the fireplace had swelled once before dying out completely, but that could have been his imagination.

Suddenly he caught a movement from the corner of his eye and swiftly got up swiveling on his feet to face the intruder, only once again be faced by intense concern filled eyes, belonging to Serena.

"Harry I--"

"Leave Me Alone" he snapped and, ignoring her hurt expression, stormed out of the common room.

To the remaining blonde it was as if momentarily a wave of anger followed the boy, only when she snapped out of her thoughts with the slamming of the portrait did she feel the temperature return to normal. "So that was you…" she murmured softly and sighed heavily to herself and stared at the place where he was for a second before turning and she, herself leaving.

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More of the Extremely long and annoying Authors Notes:

Guess what? That's a terrible ending. But I can go absolutely no where in this chapter.

So I kinda wanted it ended. Not a cliffy, not… much. I didn't even get the meetings with Arabella and Li in that I wanted.

But I will next chapter, AFTER school starts, that way things move along.

Sorry it took me so long to get this out guys… I really apologize! If I wouldn't have been thrown off my course… well… things would have been worse… lol.

So just bare with me. Unfortunately, I won't be able to get a chapter out every other day… lol no promises on every two days either.

But I want you to know what to expect in chapter 3, if I can stick to it.

A visit with Remus, Lilian, Bell (again), More into Serena *maybe… I prefer her to stay… er… shrouded…* as well as maybe an appearance by Sirius!

Lesse, what else… the reason why the Ministry didn't make an appearance at the moment. (Besides the fact that I just got the hint to it earlier today that is… I can always come up with something… lol...) And… Tada! We get school to start! Life will be good. Then the real fun starts, hexing, ugly stares, fights, Quidditch, notes, mysterious characters... Oh life will be good…

Oh, sorry that was the story in general, unless you'd like a 30 page chapter? *blinks*

Lol. Maybe this weekend I can get some real writing in… lol. I'll have to write a 30

pager to make up for this short lil chapterlet... So that's about all…

Oh!

Review Reply time: (From now on they'll be on Bottom!)

Renoldo9: You know that's true… about the cliff hanger thing. Sorry this one took so long to get out… dunno how many times I'll be apologizing for not getting a fic out within a certain time frame lol. Not a cliffy this time around, in fact this was a stop over chapter… hope it was ok… I know it skipped a lot and was rushed… I hope THAT'S ok, understand… please? lol

Jamiekay: I'm--*chuckles* Prongsy eh? Hey Padfoot you hear that? Oh… So, yeah, this chapter was a lot shorter than I intended it to be, but if I wanted it out before the end of the week, this was how it was going to have to be. I'm also glad that I didn't make it a cliffy, dunno what you'd throw at me this time... And, hey… it's ok that you don't get too much time to write, I mean, you have a life… I don't--so I have a lot of time to write… and do other things. Of course, poetry seems to be seeping in, but enough babble lol. I just hope you can tolerate this chapter for now. ^_^ Just to prove that no my chapters aren't all obscenely long lol. *smirks at the picture* great… now I'm going to be laughing like an idiot all night. Thanks!... needed that…

Celeste: yah, well… I don't know why I killed her son. Aren't I mean though? And yeah, Draco will get it often (mostly cause it's fun, plus I got some new Hexes *grins evilly*) and so will a few others though. He's also going to be a semi-good guy later on in the story, if I get Voldy in here… I think I should, what I'm planning shouldn't interrupt too much. If you wanna hear something odd, as soon as I said "I'm planning" I got this idea for a new way to tie both my idea's together… lol anyways, now that my hands are cramping up from typing. I better stop...^_^ Hope this was an ok chapter 3. Short, and not so sweet…

Ok, people… I can make a short estimate as to when chapter 4 will be out. Before next Friday... Ok. Better? Depending on how much I get to write this weekend (tomorrow and Friday included in that…) I'd say, by Tuesday at earliest, by Friday at latest. Remember I start the next chapter before I post one… Plus I get it to my beta, though sometimes she points out my mistakes, I fix them… (fun… hehe...)

So that's about all.

(actually if you must know, I've done all this babbling, to get this chapter near 12 pages long. I couldn't stand it so short!)

Oh! And there's… well that'll come in chapter 4. When I have more time. I'm about to fall over dead asleep...

Hope you… 3? Enjoyed the chapter *grins* This chapter is officially dedicated to you three, as well as my Beta, but you already knew that.

KUDOS TO YOU ALL!

(and a cookie a piece… mm mm..)


Take Care!

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Ms. Prongs