Harry Potter and the Locket of Trinity: Chapter Seven
"The Centaur's Prediction"
A/N: Ooo, many reviews and opinions on what should become of Harry and Trinny vs. what should become of Harry and Jacie. OH WAIT, whoops, I got NO reviews! Marvelous! Grand! Positively extraordinary!!!!!!!
But I did get a lot of feedback on my summary, NOT on the story itself. hmm. anywho, yah, apparently bundles of y'all out there in reader land don't like Avril Lavigne. Well, I do, but for the sake of getting readers I took her out of the summary. For those of you coming along a bit out of date, I compared Jacie's character to Avril, and a bunch of you exploded. Ka. Boom. Well, I hope you're happy. I will be if it improves my reviewless state!!
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Harry awoke in the middle of the night, his scar throbbing dully, his hand warm and enveloped in something, though what it was he didn't know. Gently he opened his eyes and saw a fuzzy silhouette of Trinity sitting by his bed, both her hands clasped around his. The sight made his heart leap, and he smiled.
Then he looked around him, and realized that he was in the hospital wing. But why? Sleep had clouded his memory of the previous night's events. he began to pick out dreaming from reality, and discovered to his dismay that Voldemort's attack was no dream, no terrifying nightmare to haunt him during the for mere hours while he slept. Voldemort was also haunting the rest of humanity, as the shock and killings were dispersed throughout the world. Harry didn't feel so happy anymore.
"Harry? You awake?" Trinny whispered quietly, as to not alert him if he wasn't.
"Uh-huh. Why am I in the infirmary?" he asked, trying to sit up and sinking back down into the pillow a sharp pain in his head pushed him downwards.
"You were out cold, Harry," Trinny stated matter-of-fact. "You know, because of. You-Know-Who."
Harry grimaced. "I remember." he stated solemnly.
Trinny gave him a supporting look, as if to say she was sorry even though she hadn't done anything and there was nothing she could do. She had been softly stroking his hand this whole time, and the effect made Harry drowsy. In no time at all, the comforting light touch of Trinny's hand combined with his extreme exhaustion was more than he could bear and Harry was off to sleep once more.
A few hours later Harry woke again, this time the newborn sun bringing enough light into the room so he could properly see everything. There wasn't much to look at besides the small ragged hole in his blanket. However, he studied the dark circles under Trinny's eyes, whether induced by insomnia or stress he didn't know. The poor girl was fast asleep, leaning back in the stiff wicker chair and snoring slightly. Harry would have grinned if it wouldn't have hurt so bad.
"Ah, good morning Mr. Potter. You slept quite soundly through the night." Madame Pomfrey said as she bustled into the room with fresh bedding and utensils. She shot a disapproving look in the way of Trinity, and Harry could only imagine the battles the old woman probably went through the previous night trying to shoo away the stubborn girl. Harry was glad Trinny had won in the end, though.
"I'm a little hungry." Harry croaked, a severe case of sleepers mouth from the full twenty-four hours he spent in bed.
The nurse was one step ahead of him there, though, and she whipped out from behind her a tray full of breakfast goodies that made Harry's stomach tremble. Porridge, muffins of all fruits, toast, sausages, pancakes and waffles awaited him, and he dug in, setting aside a muffin and a couple sausages for Trinny. He remembered they were her favorite.
Within a couple of minutes, the tantalizing smells roused the sleeping girl with a yawn. "Hey Harry." she greeted brightly first off. Then she laid eyes on the food, and Harry saw her mouth begin to salivate involuntarily.
He pushed her plate towards her and she accepted it gratefully, gulping everything down in a hurry. The tiny girl also put away half of Harry's waffles, three more muffins, twelve sausages, and three glasses of pumpkin juice. Where does it all go, Harry wondered to himself comically.
"The school's going crazy, at first McGonagall tried to pretend nothing was out of the ordinary and made classes resume like normal. But everyone was too freaked, the teachers were ruffled and couldn't teach and the student's wouldn't let them. More'n half the kids were flown out yesterday, officially withdrawn by their parents. You-Know-Who's got everybody scared, all right. And nobody knows what to expect." Trinny commented in between bites, bringing Harry up to speed on the current events.
"Where's Dumbledore?" Harry asked after a moment of thought. He suspected he was off on important Ministry business, but Harry desperately wanted the old man safe and sound at Hogwarts, protecting his school from any danger that may come. The boy regarded the Headmaster as a sort of father figure, and knew that he could trust in him the haunting scenes from the vision, the scared thoughts of capture or torture. the need to go out and hunt The Dark Lord down himself.
"Away. At the ministry, I suspect. He left McGonagall in charge, and the old witch has been run ragged in the last day. This morning she finally gave in and declared a 'holiday in mourning,' basically we're off the hook until next week."
This was welcome news to Harry. All he wanted to do right now was curl up in the fetal position and convince himself that it was all going to be okay; to file those horrifying truths and images away into a lockbox and never open it again. This was an experience Harry was accustomed to, after beatings from Uncle Vernon, after being told repeated times by Dudley and his gang that he was a worthless piece of trash. you just have to grit your teeth and pretend it's not there, moving on and hoping for the best. Harry was an expert at the process by now, shoveling those twenty-three muggle lives into the furnace along with Cedric Diggory and his mum and dad.
"Oh." Harry stated outwardly.
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Harry spent most of the week off in the hospital wing. There was nothing wrong with him, he very well knew that, but it offered much more comfort than the common room or dormitory would. Most of the talk around campus consisted of denying the truth, trivial things like the weather and switching spells, or the blatant truth, whispering about previous terrors and possible culprits.
Hermione and Ron came to visit Harry Wednesday afternoon, their concern apparent along with their unwillingness to express it. Hermione hated talking about quidditch, and yet it consumed her every nervous word that day. Talk of Angelina's new broom wax, and how it enhanced speed and reduced drag. basically a rambling of filler leading up to what they all really wanted, and needed, to talk about.
It actually took nothing to get the necessary topic started. Harry sneezed, claimed that this action made his head hurt, and then Hermione shut up about the hazards of wooden bludger bats and switched gears. "What was it like?" she whispered, in a completely different tone than the one she'd been using so far. It was hushed, revered, and respectful.
"Torture," Harry began, then took a breath prepared himself to relay the whole story. After an encouraging squeeze from Trinny's hand, Harry began. "Each of those people that died, I was in their head. I was them as it happened, I physically died twenty-three times. I experienced twenty- three kinds of loss, daughters, wives, brothers, and lives I'd never even known before this. I also saw twenty-three hooded figures standing above me as I fell, twenty-three murderers that casually sauntered away as I lay there, helpless, motionless. lifeless."
"Harry, I'm so sorry." Ron rasped, his freckles reduced to dull grey spots among his face, which was as white as a sheet.
"It's amazing you can even talk about it." Hermione complemented.
"It helps, believe me. Thanks for listening." Harry replied.
"We're always here for you, Harry." said Ron.
"Always ready to listen, whatever you want to say." Trinny added warmly. Harry was glad there were people there for him, to catch him if he failed or support him as he went off to attack windmills or monsters, whatever comes.
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On Sunday evening during supper, Substitute-Headmaster McGonagall stood up at the staff table and declared, her voice magically booming louder than she could ever shout, that classes would resume the next day. Students didn't gripe and groan as much as you would have thought, though, because it was about time to get some routine in their lives again. With all this free time, the only thing to do was think. Think about the events, the vulnerability, trying to make sense of the insensible. And all that thinking made Harry's head hurt.
Classes were subdued the following cold morning, and the Gryffindors marched like soldiers across the frosty grounds to Care of Magical Creatures. Hagrid's lessons had been delightful lately, and the class had just finished their unit on Centaurs. As a special treat, Hagrid had agreed that on the next lesson, he'd invite some of the Centaurs from the forest to chat with the students. Of course, this promise was made before any of the tragic events the previous week.
A man of his word though, Hagrid had gathered up the most agreeable Centaurs for that morning's lesson. They were mostly young, strong looking males, but one lone female stood apart from the group. Harry had never seen a female centaur before, and she was beautiful, in a wild sort of way. Her reddish-chestnut coat set her bluebell-colored eyes ablaze, and her fiery red hair seemed to float on the breeze like a scent, not something solid. She had a long leather bodice over her human portion, offset with green pleasant-smelling leaves woven in the straps somehow. She gave off a very queenly/snobbish air.
"I'd like yeh to meet the Centaurs of the Forbidden' Forest. Firenze, Thame, Bascall, Kient, Shabash, and the lone girl of the group, Ben'mah." Hagrid introduced. Harry recognized Firenze from his first year, and noticed he looked a bit mature and more plump now.
After being separated into groups, Harry, Neville, Trinny, Pansy Parkinson, and Dean Thomas approached their assigned centaur, Ben'mah. Harry was intimidated by this, not only by Pansy's impressive form bustling about next to him but the regal centaur before him. Centaurs gave Harry the creeps. He recalled Firenze mentioning something about his life being 'foretold in the stars.' Had that something come true yet, or been averted?
"H-hello, Ben'mah, is it?" Trinny asked politely. The Centaur just nodded briskly.
"I've never seen a female centaur before." Harry said, more to make small talk than anything else.
Ben'mah turned her fiery head on him. "You're the Potter boy, aren't you?" she asked, ignoring his question.
Harry looked at the ground. "Uh, yeah -"
"The universe is much concerned with you." she stated knowingly. Harry saw Pansy groan, but everyone else seemed intrigued.
"How so?" asked Harry quietly. He didn't want another prediction of his death, he had Professor Trelawney for that.
"Many things are told - predicted, possible, but have not yet passed." Ben'mah stated, captivating her audience. There was a long pause before they realized this was the end of her supplied information.
"Like what?" Neville prompted foolishly.
The Centaur turned her head on him sharply, and Harry braced himself to call for assistance in prying a raging centaur off his friend. But suddenly the bluebell-eyes softened. "Love shall come. freed from the chain, love shall abound once again," she stated softly, closing her eyes eerily. "Love shall save us all."
Nobody moved for a full minute. Then Pansy began to fidget with her toes, making a rustling sound. "Whatcha DO in the forest, anyways?" the girl asked rudely.
Ben'mah tossed her head in agitation, but answered nonetheless. Harry assumed Hagrid instructed the centaurs to play nice.
"Frolic, eat berries, sacrifice a plump human or two." she replied sarcastically. Harry was shocked, he'd never seen a centaur with a sense of humor before, let alone voluntary sarcasm! Females must be different, he thought, and then laughed to himself. How true that was.
Pansy looked terrified and backed away a couple of paces, but the rest of the group, including Neville, gathered in closer.
"Are you some sort of leader or something?" Dean asked like a child.
Ben'mah looked flattered. "The leader of the Centaur's is the sky. We do not believe in entrusting one individual to provide our lives with direction, each of us is our own ruler."
"That's a refreshing view to take. we've got incompetent Ministers running everything." Trinny commented, and Harry snorted, stifling back a bout of laughter.
"The incompetent are not always so," Ben'mah stated, staring Trinity in the eyes. The girl was frozen with awe. "Merely insufficient liars. Their choices may be prompted by the one whom they truly serve."
The Centaur's words baffled her captive audience, just flying right over their heads. Harry memorized her speech though, to try and work out later.
"Professor McGonagall says fortune-telling is a VERY imprecise branch of magic." Pansy interjected boorishly. Trinny hit her over the head.
Ben'mah laughed, a light, trickling sound like that of a waterfall. "You certainly are a special one, Child of the Trinity."
Harry cocked his head. Had he heard her right? Had the Centaur just called his friend 'Child of the Trinity?' Glancing over at Trinny questioningly, Harry saw her eyes wide with dread.
Ben'mah continued. "Love is fierce, Child. Love shall bind you, and love shall set you free. Trust it, and do not shy away."
Trinny made a few odd mouth noises, resembling that of a mouse that had been trodden on.
"Love shall save us all." the Centaur repeated.
Harry committed this speech to memory also. 'Love shall save us all.' it sounded like a bunch of psychic mumbo-jumbo, and yet it got under his skin, convincing his every nerve of its sincerity.
And, in the back of his mind, Harry prayed that it would be his love that would set Trinity free.
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A/N: Greetings, all. Well, this is a very short chapter, but you'll get over it. I'm experiencing some writers block. It's the first real cold week of winter (it's only mid October, that's Oklahoma for ya), and I've spent most of my time inside reading Sue Grafton's Alphabet Mysteries. I'm a 'whodunit' addict. WHEEEEEEEEE!
Love from,
Saranimal
HaloGal5@aol.com (don't forget to write!!)
"The Centaur's Prediction"
A/N: Ooo, many reviews and opinions on what should become of Harry and Trinny vs. what should become of Harry and Jacie. OH WAIT, whoops, I got NO reviews! Marvelous! Grand! Positively extraordinary!!!!!!!
But I did get a lot of feedback on my summary, NOT on the story itself. hmm. anywho, yah, apparently bundles of y'all out there in reader land don't like Avril Lavigne. Well, I do, but for the sake of getting readers I took her out of the summary. For those of you coming along a bit out of date, I compared Jacie's character to Avril, and a bunch of you exploded. Ka. Boom. Well, I hope you're happy. I will be if it improves my reviewless state!!
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Harry awoke in the middle of the night, his scar throbbing dully, his hand warm and enveloped in something, though what it was he didn't know. Gently he opened his eyes and saw a fuzzy silhouette of Trinity sitting by his bed, both her hands clasped around his. The sight made his heart leap, and he smiled.
Then he looked around him, and realized that he was in the hospital wing. But why? Sleep had clouded his memory of the previous night's events. he began to pick out dreaming from reality, and discovered to his dismay that Voldemort's attack was no dream, no terrifying nightmare to haunt him during the for mere hours while he slept. Voldemort was also haunting the rest of humanity, as the shock and killings were dispersed throughout the world. Harry didn't feel so happy anymore.
"Harry? You awake?" Trinny whispered quietly, as to not alert him if he wasn't.
"Uh-huh. Why am I in the infirmary?" he asked, trying to sit up and sinking back down into the pillow a sharp pain in his head pushed him downwards.
"You were out cold, Harry," Trinny stated matter-of-fact. "You know, because of. You-Know-Who."
Harry grimaced. "I remember." he stated solemnly.
Trinny gave him a supporting look, as if to say she was sorry even though she hadn't done anything and there was nothing she could do. She had been softly stroking his hand this whole time, and the effect made Harry drowsy. In no time at all, the comforting light touch of Trinny's hand combined with his extreme exhaustion was more than he could bear and Harry was off to sleep once more.
A few hours later Harry woke again, this time the newborn sun bringing enough light into the room so he could properly see everything. There wasn't much to look at besides the small ragged hole in his blanket. However, he studied the dark circles under Trinny's eyes, whether induced by insomnia or stress he didn't know. The poor girl was fast asleep, leaning back in the stiff wicker chair and snoring slightly. Harry would have grinned if it wouldn't have hurt so bad.
"Ah, good morning Mr. Potter. You slept quite soundly through the night." Madame Pomfrey said as she bustled into the room with fresh bedding and utensils. She shot a disapproving look in the way of Trinity, and Harry could only imagine the battles the old woman probably went through the previous night trying to shoo away the stubborn girl. Harry was glad Trinny had won in the end, though.
"I'm a little hungry." Harry croaked, a severe case of sleepers mouth from the full twenty-four hours he spent in bed.
The nurse was one step ahead of him there, though, and she whipped out from behind her a tray full of breakfast goodies that made Harry's stomach tremble. Porridge, muffins of all fruits, toast, sausages, pancakes and waffles awaited him, and he dug in, setting aside a muffin and a couple sausages for Trinny. He remembered they were her favorite.
Within a couple of minutes, the tantalizing smells roused the sleeping girl with a yawn. "Hey Harry." she greeted brightly first off. Then she laid eyes on the food, and Harry saw her mouth begin to salivate involuntarily.
He pushed her plate towards her and she accepted it gratefully, gulping everything down in a hurry. The tiny girl also put away half of Harry's waffles, three more muffins, twelve sausages, and three glasses of pumpkin juice. Where does it all go, Harry wondered to himself comically.
"The school's going crazy, at first McGonagall tried to pretend nothing was out of the ordinary and made classes resume like normal. But everyone was too freaked, the teachers were ruffled and couldn't teach and the student's wouldn't let them. More'n half the kids were flown out yesterday, officially withdrawn by their parents. You-Know-Who's got everybody scared, all right. And nobody knows what to expect." Trinny commented in between bites, bringing Harry up to speed on the current events.
"Where's Dumbledore?" Harry asked after a moment of thought. He suspected he was off on important Ministry business, but Harry desperately wanted the old man safe and sound at Hogwarts, protecting his school from any danger that may come. The boy regarded the Headmaster as a sort of father figure, and knew that he could trust in him the haunting scenes from the vision, the scared thoughts of capture or torture. the need to go out and hunt The Dark Lord down himself.
"Away. At the ministry, I suspect. He left McGonagall in charge, and the old witch has been run ragged in the last day. This morning she finally gave in and declared a 'holiday in mourning,' basically we're off the hook until next week."
This was welcome news to Harry. All he wanted to do right now was curl up in the fetal position and convince himself that it was all going to be okay; to file those horrifying truths and images away into a lockbox and never open it again. This was an experience Harry was accustomed to, after beatings from Uncle Vernon, after being told repeated times by Dudley and his gang that he was a worthless piece of trash. you just have to grit your teeth and pretend it's not there, moving on and hoping for the best. Harry was an expert at the process by now, shoveling those twenty-three muggle lives into the furnace along with Cedric Diggory and his mum and dad.
"Oh." Harry stated outwardly.
(^*^)
Harry spent most of the week off in the hospital wing. There was nothing wrong with him, he very well knew that, but it offered much more comfort than the common room or dormitory would. Most of the talk around campus consisted of denying the truth, trivial things like the weather and switching spells, or the blatant truth, whispering about previous terrors and possible culprits.
Hermione and Ron came to visit Harry Wednesday afternoon, their concern apparent along with their unwillingness to express it. Hermione hated talking about quidditch, and yet it consumed her every nervous word that day. Talk of Angelina's new broom wax, and how it enhanced speed and reduced drag. basically a rambling of filler leading up to what they all really wanted, and needed, to talk about.
It actually took nothing to get the necessary topic started. Harry sneezed, claimed that this action made his head hurt, and then Hermione shut up about the hazards of wooden bludger bats and switched gears. "What was it like?" she whispered, in a completely different tone than the one she'd been using so far. It was hushed, revered, and respectful.
"Torture," Harry began, then took a breath prepared himself to relay the whole story. After an encouraging squeeze from Trinny's hand, Harry began. "Each of those people that died, I was in their head. I was them as it happened, I physically died twenty-three times. I experienced twenty- three kinds of loss, daughters, wives, brothers, and lives I'd never even known before this. I also saw twenty-three hooded figures standing above me as I fell, twenty-three murderers that casually sauntered away as I lay there, helpless, motionless. lifeless."
"Harry, I'm so sorry." Ron rasped, his freckles reduced to dull grey spots among his face, which was as white as a sheet.
"It's amazing you can even talk about it." Hermione complemented.
"It helps, believe me. Thanks for listening." Harry replied.
"We're always here for you, Harry." said Ron.
"Always ready to listen, whatever you want to say." Trinny added warmly. Harry was glad there were people there for him, to catch him if he failed or support him as he went off to attack windmills or monsters, whatever comes.
(^*^)
On Sunday evening during supper, Substitute-Headmaster McGonagall stood up at the staff table and declared, her voice magically booming louder than she could ever shout, that classes would resume the next day. Students didn't gripe and groan as much as you would have thought, though, because it was about time to get some routine in their lives again. With all this free time, the only thing to do was think. Think about the events, the vulnerability, trying to make sense of the insensible. And all that thinking made Harry's head hurt.
Classes were subdued the following cold morning, and the Gryffindors marched like soldiers across the frosty grounds to Care of Magical Creatures. Hagrid's lessons had been delightful lately, and the class had just finished their unit on Centaurs. As a special treat, Hagrid had agreed that on the next lesson, he'd invite some of the Centaurs from the forest to chat with the students. Of course, this promise was made before any of the tragic events the previous week.
A man of his word though, Hagrid had gathered up the most agreeable Centaurs for that morning's lesson. They were mostly young, strong looking males, but one lone female stood apart from the group. Harry had never seen a female centaur before, and she was beautiful, in a wild sort of way. Her reddish-chestnut coat set her bluebell-colored eyes ablaze, and her fiery red hair seemed to float on the breeze like a scent, not something solid. She had a long leather bodice over her human portion, offset with green pleasant-smelling leaves woven in the straps somehow. She gave off a very queenly/snobbish air.
"I'd like yeh to meet the Centaurs of the Forbidden' Forest. Firenze, Thame, Bascall, Kient, Shabash, and the lone girl of the group, Ben'mah." Hagrid introduced. Harry recognized Firenze from his first year, and noticed he looked a bit mature and more plump now.
After being separated into groups, Harry, Neville, Trinny, Pansy Parkinson, and Dean Thomas approached their assigned centaur, Ben'mah. Harry was intimidated by this, not only by Pansy's impressive form bustling about next to him but the regal centaur before him. Centaurs gave Harry the creeps. He recalled Firenze mentioning something about his life being 'foretold in the stars.' Had that something come true yet, or been averted?
"H-hello, Ben'mah, is it?" Trinny asked politely. The Centaur just nodded briskly.
"I've never seen a female centaur before." Harry said, more to make small talk than anything else.
Ben'mah turned her fiery head on him. "You're the Potter boy, aren't you?" she asked, ignoring his question.
Harry looked at the ground. "Uh, yeah -"
"The universe is much concerned with you." she stated knowingly. Harry saw Pansy groan, but everyone else seemed intrigued.
"How so?" asked Harry quietly. He didn't want another prediction of his death, he had Professor Trelawney for that.
"Many things are told - predicted, possible, but have not yet passed." Ben'mah stated, captivating her audience. There was a long pause before they realized this was the end of her supplied information.
"Like what?" Neville prompted foolishly.
The Centaur turned her head on him sharply, and Harry braced himself to call for assistance in prying a raging centaur off his friend. But suddenly the bluebell-eyes softened. "Love shall come. freed from the chain, love shall abound once again," she stated softly, closing her eyes eerily. "Love shall save us all."
Nobody moved for a full minute. Then Pansy began to fidget with her toes, making a rustling sound. "Whatcha DO in the forest, anyways?" the girl asked rudely.
Ben'mah tossed her head in agitation, but answered nonetheless. Harry assumed Hagrid instructed the centaurs to play nice.
"Frolic, eat berries, sacrifice a plump human or two." she replied sarcastically. Harry was shocked, he'd never seen a centaur with a sense of humor before, let alone voluntary sarcasm! Females must be different, he thought, and then laughed to himself. How true that was.
Pansy looked terrified and backed away a couple of paces, but the rest of the group, including Neville, gathered in closer.
"Are you some sort of leader or something?" Dean asked like a child.
Ben'mah looked flattered. "The leader of the Centaur's is the sky. We do not believe in entrusting one individual to provide our lives with direction, each of us is our own ruler."
"That's a refreshing view to take. we've got incompetent Ministers running everything." Trinny commented, and Harry snorted, stifling back a bout of laughter.
"The incompetent are not always so," Ben'mah stated, staring Trinity in the eyes. The girl was frozen with awe. "Merely insufficient liars. Their choices may be prompted by the one whom they truly serve."
The Centaur's words baffled her captive audience, just flying right over their heads. Harry memorized her speech though, to try and work out later.
"Professor McGonagall says fortune-telling is a VERY imprecise branch of magic." Pansy interjected boorishly. Trinny hit her over the head.
Ben'mah laughed, a light, trickling sound like that of a waterfall. "You certainly are a special one, Child of the Trinity."
Harry cocked his head. Had he heard her right? Had the Centaur just called his friend 'Child of the Trinity?' Glancing over at Trinny questioningly, Harry saw her eyes wide with dread.
Ben'mah continued. "Love is fierce, Child. Love shall bind you, and love shall set you free. Trust it, and do not shy away."
Trinny made a few odd mouth noises, resembling that of a mouse that had been trodden on.
"Love shall save us all." the Centaur repeated.
Harry committed this speech to memory also. 'Love shall save us all.' it sounded like a bunch of psychic mumbo-jumbo, and yet it got under his skin, convincing his every nerve of its sincerity.
And, in the back of his mind, Harry prayed that it would be his love that would set Trinity free.
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A/N: Greetings, all. Well, this is a very short chapter, but you'll get over it. I'm experiencing some writers block. It's the first real cold week of winter (it's only mid October, that's Oklahoma for ya), and I've spent most of my time inside reading Sue Grafton's Alphabet Mysteries. I'm a 'whodunit' addict. WHEEEEEEEEE!
Love from,
Saranimal
HaloGal5@aol.com (don't forget to write!!)