Author: Azeroth
Author E-mail: mrlindberg3h@yahoo.com
Category: Mystery, Drama, Action/Adventure, Romance
Keywords: Harry, Ginny, Voldemort, Chalice
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: For all four books
Summary: Harry begins his fifth year at Hogwarts with a female Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, feelings of guilt for Cedric Diggory's death, and looking for someone to share his emotions with. Voldemort has steadily begun to build his reign of terror as a sense of urgency and vigilance goes through Hogwarts and the rest of the wizarding world.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
The Sides of Fear
Chapter 18
Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw
On the morning before the match against Ravenclaw Harry got up early and found the common room empty. On one of the abandoned tables lay a copy of Witch Weekly, and Harry knew what it contained. The article had quoted trusted sources from within Hogwarts stated that Harry had proclaimed his undying (that was a bit exaggerated) love for Cho Chang. The upcoming game at the end of November had only made things worse, and interestingly enough rumours had circulated that a fair share of the Ravenclaw students wanted Cho Chang not to play.
The rest of the girls' distaste for Cho had waned slightly, but it was obvious she was not well liked among the girls. In fact, even the Ravenclaw girls were staying away from her and talking behind her back. Harry on the other hand had been constantly approached, and when Parvati and Padma Patil had come up to him at the same time he had let out a loud growl and stomped out of the Great Hall, much to the amusement of Fred and George. Hermione had of course not been affected, and Ginny had not spoken to him since the incident. She managed to communicate by nodding or shaking her head for almost a month, and Harry had no idea of what to do. Whenever he tried to get her alone she would disappear or start a conversation with anyone close to her. Life was not going the way it was supposed to.
The rest of the day went off without a hitch, and Harry soon found himself with the team about to fly onto the field. George was batting his eyelashes and giggling, while Fred had taken the liberty to draw a lightning bolt on his forehead and wearing a pair of glasses looking eerily similar to Harry's.
"Oh Harry," giggled George in a girlish voice. "How will we win if you catch the Snitch?"
"I'll let you catch the Snitch my love," said Fred with a longing voice. "Anything for you," he said leaning over and putting his cheek against George's.
The girls were trying not to laugh, but their effort only made it worse as they almost choked on their laughter. Harry could not help but laugh as Fred tried to woe George. The only one not enjoying the "splendid" joke was Ginny who was sitting in the corner looking ready to kill her brothers.
"I suppose a speech isn't really needed," said Harry through his laughter. "Let's just go out there and show them who the best team is."
"I know we will do our best," nudged George.
"Not sure about snoglips here," coughed Fred.
"Oh come off it you two. Harry's had enough of your jokes and we," Angelina gestured at the four girls, "are ready to play a game. Isn't that right Harry?"
"Uh, yeah. Let's just go," he said as he stepped over his broom and flew out through the doors. What he did not notice however, was George pulling out his wand and putting the word Cho on the back of Harry's Qudditch robes.
"And here is the Gryffindor team led by their Seeker and Captain Harry Potter who has been in the news lately. How will this game between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor go off with the infamous love between the two rival Seekers? Will we actually see love on the Quidditch pitch? Can Ha..."
"Jordan!" said McGonagall sternly.
"Oh right. As you can see there are quite a lot of ladies at today's game. No doubt due to the soaring popularity of Harry Potter who, if you have missed it, proclaimed his undying love for..." That was as far as Lee Jordan got before McGonagall had walked up to him and gave him a good talking to.
"Well, let's get back to the game at hand. Roger Davies and Harry Potter shake hands before the match and it seems like it's a rather friendly exchange. There's the whistle and where off. Angelina Johnson grabs the Quaffle and advances forward. Oh, narrowly avoids a Bludger, but manages to keep a hold of the Quaffle. Entwhistle intercepts the pass and Ravenclaw are on the attack. Entwhistle to McCann, back to Entwhistle who passes it to Ketcham who shoots. Saved by Ginny Weasley! A brilliant save by one of our brave and, may I say, beautiful Gryffindors."
"JORDAN!"
"Yes, yes," said Jordan, waving off McGonagall. "Gryffindor head the attack with Spinnet. Oh, and they go into the Hawkshead formation with Spinnet passing the Quaffle to Bell, Johnson, Bell. Gryffindor scores! Katie Bell scores for Gryffindor who go up by 10-0. Not only are the Gryffindor Chasers fast, but they are stunningly beautiful, especially Katie Bell. I..."
"JORDAN! THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!"
"Fine. McCann grabs the Quaffle closely followed by Bell. Oh, he's hit by a Bludger and loses control, but Ketcham picks up the Quaffle and fights his way through Chasers and Bludgers only to shoot...another great save by Weasley. It's put back into play but it's taken by Entwhistle. Ravenclaw are laying seige to the Gryffindor goalposts."
Harry was circling around the stadium trying to catch any glimpse of the Snitch, but without any luck so far. He had tried to avoid looking at Cho, but when their eyes had met he had seen nothing but pure anger. The team was really having a hard time with the Raveclaw Chasers who had developed into one of the most dangerous compilation anyone had ever laid eyes on at Hogwarts. It was no wonder they had beaten Slytherin even though Malfoy had managed to catch the Snitch. Gryffindor was being outplayed and Harry knew their only chance was for him to catch the Snitch before the lead was too great.
"Ravenclaw scores! Ketcham tricks Weasley and Entwhistle scores. 10 -10."
Loud cheers came from the Ravenclaw section as Entwhistle raised his hand in triumph.
"McCann to Ketcham to Entwhistle...McCann...scores. 20-10. The Ravenclaw Chasers are one of the finest I have seen in my years of commentary, and thank goodness they beat those slimy Slytherins in their previous...Let...go..."
Jordan was wrestling with McGonagall for the megaphone while Ravenclaw scored two quick goals. It was turning out to be a disaster for Gryffindor and Harry tried to get Madam Hooch's attention for a time-out.
"Time-out Gryffindor" yelled Madam Hooch as the players stopped and went to their respective side of the field.
"Blimey!"
"I know," replied Fred.
"I knew they were good, but not that good," gasped Alicia who was trying to catch her breath.
"We can't hold out for much longer Harry. You'd better find the Snitch and do it fast," said Angelina.
"I know. You're doing great so far, especially you Ginny," Harry said, looking over at Ginny who responded with a shy nod. "Just keep on doing what you've been doing, only try to pack up the area in front of the goal posts to help Ginny. I'll get the Snitch."
Madam Hooch's whistle blew to alert the teams to get ready to start playing again, and Jordan had been given a last chance to do some "clean" commentary.
"It's 40-10 Ravenclaw as Entwhistle grabs the Quaffle again. It looks like the Gryffindor Chasers have decided to come back and help their Keeper by clogging up as much space as possible. McCann is confused for a moment and Johnson manages to intercept the pass. Johnson is all alone, but she keeps going. With only the Keeper left to beat she shoots...YES! 40-20. A great tactical move by Gryffindor to pack their Chasers in front of goal."
A few minutes later the ecstatic Gryffindor supporters were growing quieter as Ravenclaw scored seven more times to make it 110-20. There was still no sign of the Snitch and Harry was starting to get worried. Just then McCann scored his sixth goal putting Ravenclaw up by 100 points. All of a sudden Harry saw the familiar glimmer over by the Ravenclaw goal, and he turned his Firebolt and tried to flatten himself as much as possible to gain speed. As he was closing in on the Snitch he saw something approaching him out of the corner of his eye and veered out of the way losing sight of the Snitch. Cho had almost ran right into him and she looked at him with a huge smirk on her face. Harry looked around but the Snitch was gone.
"Harry Potter would've caught the Snitch if Chang hadn't played dirty and...and Ketcham scores again making it 130-20. Ravenclaw are now up by 110 points and soon it won't matter whether or not Potter catches the Snitch. Weasley makes a spectacular save, but Entwhistle grabs it and shoots. Another save! I think she could rival Oliver Wood as one of the greatest Keepers in Gryffindor history. There's not much she can do against three Chasers who are sought after by some of the best professional Quidditch teams around Britain. Chang has seen the Snitch!"
Harry could see that he would never catch up to her, but Fred and George had already set off the two Bludgers with full force towards her. She avoided the first one, but as she concentrated on grabbing the Snitch the second Bludger hit her full force over the head, and for a moment she held on to her broom with her legs, but lost her grip and hurtled down at groundbreaking speed. Everyone stood up holding their breath as Cho fell through the air before her fall was stopped short and softened by a blur of gold and scarlet red. The two fell on the ground with Harry breaking her fall.
Players and students flooded the field as Harry lay holding his left shoulder. The pain in his right wrist told him that it was broke. Perhaps even a few broken ribs, but he turned over to feel Cho's pulse and make sure she was all right. He could hear McGonagall yelling at students to stand back, and he continued to keep one hand on Cho's face. All of a sudden she opened her eyes slightly and looked at Harry with a glazed look.
"Thank you...Cedric," she whispered before she passed out.
***
"Are you sure?"
"Yes my Lord."
"Why didn't you come to me earlier?"
"I couldn't jeopardize my position my Lord. It was too dangerous."
"Fortunately I have my other sources as well. However, I find it assuring you came to me with this information. It shows me you have...faith...in our cause," smiled Voldemort.
"Yes my Lord. My life is yours."
"Yes. Very well, go back and continue your work. All this plays in perfectly for me."
The crouching figure stood up and left the room. As soon as the door had been shut another figure emerged from the darkness behind a pillar.
"Do you believe he speaks the truth Master?"
"Of course. He wouldn't dare to oppose me. Besides, I have something he wants," hissed Voldemort, walking over to a wooden box and picking up a large rat.
A hissing noise came out from his mouth and Nagini soon appeared looking ready to follow any command. He let her see the struggling rat and he gently set it down on the ground. The rat tried to scurry across the room and find a safe haven, but Nagini caught it within a few seconds and started to swallow it down. Voldemort was looking at her eating with a blissful smile.
"Look at her Wormtail. She is perfect. Do you know why Salazar chose the snake as his symbol?"
"Because he was a Parseltongue?" tried Wormtail.
"Yes, that is what most people believe. Certainly that was one of the reasons, but do you know what the real reason was?" Wormtail shook his head. "It was because the snake lives by his instincts. It does not rationalize its behavior, but rather does whatever it takes to survive and conquer. All it knows is death...and power."
"I understand Master."
"You'll never understand you pathetic excuse for a servant," spat Voldemort. "If you wouldn't have sacrificed yourself for my resurrection then you would not even be standing here. You hid from me and only came back because you were too afraid to help the other side. I loathe you Wormtail," hissed Voldemort as he walked up to Wormtail and slapped him in the face.
"Yes Master. I am worthless. Please spare me," whimpered Wormtail.
"Oh, I'll spare your miserable life. You are still useful to me. You are driven by the most powerful motivator of all. Fear. You will still serve me well. The final stage is drawing closer and soon I will be restored to my true powers. Soon, Harry Potter will be no more. Soon, he will have to choose," hissed Voldemort, his slits for eyes glowing red in the dark.
***
"That was a nasty fall. Did you see his bone sticking out?" said Ron with a disgusted look.
"Ssh...you'll wake him up," whispered Hermione.
"I'll bet Cho will be grateful," winked Fred.
"Oh yes, very," nodded George.
"Shut up will you?" growled Ginny.
"Oh, I think we've upset little Ginniekins," George said with a mock sad face.
"I'll give you something to be sorry about," started Ginny.
"Be quiet."
"Right you are Ms. Granger. Now I must insist on all of you to leave. You can come back in the morning as I suspect he'll be awake by then," said Madam Pomfrey as she fussed over Harry, and watched them walk out still arguing.
"What am I supposed to do with you?" she whispered to Harry who was still unconscious. "I should keep you here for the rest of your life, but I know Albus wouldn't let me," she sighed and dabbed a wet cloth on his forehead.
"You remind me so much of James," she said, a tear forming in the corner of her eye. "I just hope you'll stay out of trouble for once. Not that it'll do any good with...Him...coming after you. I'll do my duty and I'll keep the promise I gave to James and Lily," she sniffed before checking on Cho and then walking back to her office.
It was the middle of the night when Harry awoke feeling his shoulder ache. He sat up carefully and he recognized the familiar surroundings of the Hospital Wing. Third time in a few months, he thought. Must be some sort of record. I wonder if she'll actually try to keep me here for the rest of the year. He looked around and could see another bed was occupied by Cho Chang.
She was sleeping soundly and Harry found himself staring at her much like he had done the year before when he had developed a huge crush on her. She was rather beautiful and she liked Quidditch. Maybe it was true that he liked her. All of a sudden she stirred in her sleep and started mumbling.
"No...no...not Cedric...please...no," she said painfully.
Without thinking Harry got up from his bed and ran over to her bed, hesitating for a moment, then taking her hand in his and leaning over.
"It's all right. You're going to be fine," he whispered.
Her face started to relax and she went back to a peaceful sleep as Harry continued to hold her hand until he felt sleep creep up on him again. The morning light woke him up and he found himself by Cho's bed still holding on to her hand. He quickly let go and scuttled over to his bed relieved no one had seen him. He had known his fifth year would be different as O.W.L.s approached, but something else was changing, and he did not know what to do. This was unfamiliar territory indeed.
***
Much to Madam Pomfrey's dismay and irritation Harry had been released from the Hospital Wing after Dumbledore had had a heated conversation with her. He had found out from Ron that the game had been postponed and would be played at a later date. Roger Davies, the Ravenclaw Captain, had deemed this fair as Harry had saved Cho from further injuries, or even death, by putting himself between her and the ground.
During the weeks after the match he had begun to notice that Ron and Hermione were acting strangely towards each other. They had both been receiving owl post and Harry figured it was from Fleur and Viktor trying to keep up the charade of still being involved with them. The strange thing was that they were not behaving like they had before, by glaring and not talking to each other. They were never alone and when Harry had to leave either one of them would think up a reason to leave as well. When they spoke they limited their conversations to fewer than three words.
Harry looked to his right at Hermione who was reading her latest letter with wide eyes. She was careful not to let anyone else see what it said, and when she was done she stuffed it into her bag and continued eating. Ron on the other hand was busy trying to read his own letter with an emphasis on trying. Fred and George had noticed their little brother was getting a lot of owl post lately and they had made it their mission to find out who the letter was from, and more importantly share the information it contained. So far Ron had been able to fend them away.
That left Harry mostly alone. Ginny had come out of her shell and was actually speaking to him, but it was usually just a quick "hi" in the morning. He looked over at Ginny who was sitting with some of her fellow fourth years. She was laughing and her smile made Harry's heart jump. Stop it! What are you thinking? Obviously I'm not thinking at all.
Before Harry could set off on another one of his more frequently occurring conversations with himself, Dumbledore stood up at the teacher's table. There was a brief moment before the Great Hall finally silenced.
"Ah, yes. Last year's Yule Ball was an incredible success...in many ways," Dumbledore seemed to muse as some students turned a bit pink, "we have decided to bring the joy of another dance back to Hogwarts. In times like these we need something to look forward to. I remember in my sixth year when Diane O'Conner and I...well, in any case I am pleased to announce that a Spring Ball will be held on the eve of Valentine's Day."
A loud cheer erupted as Parvati and Lavender started eyeing up potential suitors. Harry just hoped their eyes would not come to rest on him. Dumbledore had sat down again, and as students made their way through the hallways the only topic of conversation was the upcoming Spring Ball.
"Better ask someone quickly Ronniekins."
"Yeah, unless you want to go with a troll," chuckled George.
"Don't forget, the non-male students are girls," teased Fred, "all of them."
"Stuff it," growled Ron as he pushed past his brothers and fled down the stairs heading for the greenhouse.
The twins put on a mock hurt look and turned to Harry with renewed vigor and a mischievous look in their eyes yet again.
"I guess we don't have to ask who you're taking, eh Harry?" said Fred giving Harry a nudge and winking.
"Cho Chang," chirped George.
Harry just closed his eyes and followed Ron's footsteps as the twins' laughter rang out through Hogwarts.
***
It was the Saturday before the Christmas holidays and Harry was busy working on new Quidditch plays. He had owled Oliver Wood, who was now playing for the Holyhead Harpies, and asked for advice. He had received a long letter filled with typical pep-talks from Wood along with a book, Planning to Plan Plans: A Handbook for Quidditch Captains Who Don't Know What They Are Doing. At first Harry thought it was some kind of joke, but then he remembered Oliver Wood would never joke about Quidditch, ever. So he had spent most of the following weeks drawing up plays only to see them fail miserably during practice. Katie had tried to comfort and reassure him that eventually one of the plays would work, and that they had only tried eight new formations. Little did they know how many more were still among Harry's Quidditch papers.
Frustrated with the lack of success and just terribly tired of not doing anything but studying Harry crumpled up his latest destined-to-fail play and threw it into the fire. At that moment Ron came through the portrait hole and Harry called him over hoping for some relief from his own thoughts.
"Where have you been?" he asked.
"I was just...around," said Ron vaguely.
"Where exactly would around be?"
"Just outside," started Ron but realized that was a lie since students were not allowed outside today. Extra strength charms were being put around Hogwarts and Dumbledore had forbid everyone to venture outside. "I mean, I was...um..." Ron was thinking so hard that Harry could almost see the wheels turning in Ron's head.
"If you don't want to tell me that's fine," sighed Harry a little put off for Ron trying to keep a secret from him.
"No, I mean...I'll tell you. I was...well, I was in the library."
"The library? Are you feeling sick or something?" asked Harry.
"No. Can't a person go to the library without everyone making a big deal out of it?" said Ron angrily.
"Ron, you never go to the library when you have to. It would be like me going down to the Potions dungeon for some leisure time with Snape," laughed Harry.
"I see what you mean," said Ron trying to stifle his laughter, "but I really was at the library."
"What were you doing there then?"
"Well, I...um...I wanted to talk to Hermione."
"About the way you two have been acting for the last month or so?" said Harry, raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah, about that," said Ron, clenching his hands.
"Well if you ask me it's about bloody time the two of you made up. I'm tired of seeing the two of you acting like you're in love or something," chuckled Harry.
"In love? That's funny Harry," laughed Ron nervously. "Who would be in love with Hermione, except Viktor? I mean, I wouldn't want to be in love with her, or anyone for that matter," he added hastily.
A loud huff came from the portrait hole as Hermione glared at Ron before running up the stairs to the girl's dormitory. Ron hid his face in his hands as a door was slammed hard.
"I'm an idiot, a stupid, bloody, idiot," mumbled Ron as Harry picked up his papers and started writing a letter to Sirius.
***
"This is...insane!"
"Mundungus, Hagrid is doing his very best to convince the giants. It's not easy to drop all animosity since we did systematically kill and banish them from Britain," said Dumbledore calmly.
"But the giants. They're...beasts!" yelled Mundungus Fletcher.
"Don't judge everyone by one. We've made that mistake before and look where that got us," growled Mad-Eye Moody. "We must find whoever is willing to fight against Voldemort and embrace them. The more allies we have the less help he will have."
"Both of you settle down. We have more important matters to discuss," said Arabella Figg sharply.
"We're just waiting for a the rest to arrive then we'll begin...There you are Arthur and Bill. I'm glad you were able to join us," smiled Dumbledore.
"I'm sorry I'm late. Things are hectic at the Ministry and with Bill..." he trailed off.
"Yes, yes. That's what we're here to talk about. I believe you know who everyone is. Mundungus Fletcher, Arabella Figg, Alastor Moody, Severus Snape, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin. All of you, this is Arthur and Bill Weasley."
Arthur Weasley nodded courtly as he sat down across from Lupin while Bill seated himself next to Sirius.
"Now that everyone is here I would like to discuss our future plans. You are all some of my most trusted people and what is said here tonight will not leave this room. No one must know. No one," Dumbledore said gravely, looking at Arthur to make sure he understood.
"Bill worked for our division in Egypt, but his position was jeopardized and it was decided he would withdraw from Egypt, and more tragically all work as an operative. His status is no longer viable for action."
Bill was about to protest, but Dumbledore raised his hand and continued speaking.
"However, I expect you to do other work for me that will be just as important." Dumbledore paused for a moment before looking at Snape. "Severus, do you have any news?"
"Headmaster, everything is going according to our plans. The unfortunate compromise of Mr. Weasley's position was a setback, but we are in control of everything. My operatives are working hard and reports from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons show improvement in our support. There are still a few unanswered questions, but the expected person has provided information to Voldemort."
"Thank you Severus. If no one has anything else to report then you know what to do."
"Hold on Albus. What about the Aurors? Are they going to stand by our side or the Ministry?" asked Mundungus menacingly.
"Alastor and Arthur?" said Dumbledore turning around to look at the two men.
"I will see to it that the Aurors work for us. At least the ones that we can trust. The rest we will just have to keep a close eye on," said Moody with his magical eye darting back and forth.
Sirius felt a gale of laughter trying to escape, but he was able to keep it in thanks to a swift elbow in his ribcage from Remus.
"Something funny Black?" growled Moody.
"No...nothing at all. Just got a hairball stuck in my throat," coughed Sirius.
Moody gave him a piercing look, but finally turned away as Arthur began to speak.
"The only thing we can hope for at the Ministry is for maybe half of them working for us. The rest still side with Fudge or they house support for...Him," Arthur said hesitantly still not wanting to say his name. "I will be able to give a full report in the next couple of weeks."
"Does that answer your question Mundungus?" said Dumbledore amicably. Fletcher just growled.
"I think you have spent enough time here. Arabella, do bring some of your tea the next time. You know how much I enjoy it," said Dumbledore with twinkling eyes. "Arthur and Bill, I want you to stay for just a few more minutes if you could."
The rest of them walked out of the office through various passages as Dumbledore sat down to explain what would happen with Bill.
***
By the time Harry had finished writing his letter to Sirius, Ron had gone down for supper. He quickly gathered up his things in his bag, ran upstairs and dropped it off, then hurried down before supper would be over. When he arrived most of the students had already finished and Ron and Hermione were nowhere to be seen. There were only a few Gryffindor students left and among them was Parvati Patil. He sat down as far away from her as possible, but she promptly got up and walked down the table to where he was sitting and made herself comfortable. Harry groaned inwardly and tried to concentrate on his food.
"It's been awfully boring today with us not being allowed to go outside," started Parvati, "and besides, there are too many boys around."
She looked at Harry as she emphasized the word "boys", but he just continued eating pretending not to hear her. A flash of anger crossed her face, but she gathered herself for the second onslaught.
"I suppose you're going with Cho to the Spring Ball," she said more as a question than a statement.
"Actually, I haven't asked anyone yet. Probably won't even go," said Harry flatly.
"You're not going with Cho?" smiled Parvati.
Harry had hoped Parvati would completely ignore him since last years fiasco at the Yule Ball, but now that she knew he had not asked anyone it would only encourage her to pursue him. He scolded himself quietly as Parvati edged closer to him.
"Like I said, I'm probably not even going," said Harry, trying to sound convincing.
"Well, if you want to we could go," she chirped.
"I didn't think you wanted to even talk to me after what happened at the Yule Ball," said Harry, taking a drink out of his goblet.
"Don't be silly. I would love to go to the Spring Ball with you. I mean, you're Harry Potter," she said with admiration in her eyes, and Harry knew what she meant by it.
"Maybe I could just have you go with my scar," he snapped, "since it would save both of us from a horrible evening."
Swiping another gulp of pumpkin juice he stood up and strode out of the room leaving Parvati furious. Instead of going back to Gryffindor Tower he headed for the Owlery to send his letter off with one of the school owls. Sirius had been very adamant about not sending anything with Hedwig anymore. He opened up the door and walked over to one of the owls and started to tie the parchment to its leg when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He whirled around and stood dumbfounded as two students with rosy cheeks looked back at him.
"Ron? Hermione?"
~~~~~
A/N: I hope you don't mind that this chapter is a bit longer than usual. If so just rip my head off. Also, this was my first attempt at doing some Quidditch commentary. Suggestions/helpful hints are very welcome. I promised to publish this on Monday and I will keep that deadline by about two minutes. This means I won't have time for a lengthy A/N, but I would just like to thank all those who reviewed on ff.net, my messageboard, or via e-mail. I know the last chapter was a bit of a...well...someone said it best...bore, but it was kind of a middle chapter...a bridging chapter...an interlude...a...er..well you get it. Hopefully this chapter will be more to everyone's liking. I need to hurry up with this story because I want to write the seventh year sequal. Yes, I'm skipping the sixth year because...well, just because. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Until the next spine-tingler...I failed...it's now Tuesday, oh well. Oh yeah...Happy Birthday to Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling...what a glorious day. Their birthdays and me uploading a chapter...yes, my ego is as inflated as a ketchup packet from McDonalds...love that expression. Thanks PotterPerson ^_^
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