Impossibilities
Chapter 10 - Dead People Who Just Won't Stay Dead
Dedication: ok, this is dedicated to KAT (the magnificent) for winning the longest review thingy against kaydee (poor poor kaydee) and also i need to say that IT WAS KAT'S IDEA TO USE THE PENSIVE IN CHAPTER 9 thank you kat, ur the best
Honorable Mention: Shei- my super cool 200th reviewer
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: VERY SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! i can't believe jkr is pregnant! she need's to be writing her book! not having babies! ( actually i'm happy for her) but the main point it WHERE IS BOOK 5??????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (did i hear something about christmas?)
THANK YOU KAT FOR EDITING MY SILLY STORY!
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The faithful have betrayed before, why not betray again?
For trust be constant changing: first pow'r, next fear, and then-
Do you know your followers? How true do loyalties lie?
'Tis easy to judge a foe, but a traitor- I dare not try.
A friend ought to be reliable, but if they were proved not,
Would there e'er be a day when the past could be forgot?
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About an hours drive outside of London there is a small town by the name of Somerset. The area around there is beautiful- huge green fields and handsome old houses, some still topped by real thatched roofs.
Crowning one of the more spectacular hills there sits what appears to be the ruins of some ancient church. The place has been given the title of 'Burrow Mump' by the locals and is referred to by no other name.
It seemed a quiet place- a small stone enclosure whose roof had long since rotted away. The velvety green grass grew right up to the very walls and bunches of delicate wild flowers danced and swayed in the light wind.
Looks are very deceiving, aren't they?
Within this seemingly abandoned structure a short balding man sat with his head resting wearily in his hands- his mind anything but peaceful.
Poor Ratboy, he'd had a rough day.
Once again the memory of Harry's leaping in front of Peter's outstretched wand and falling to the ground played itself across the inside of Peter's eyelids. He could not shake the peculiar feeling the expression on the boys face had left upon him. Harry had not appeared in the least bit scared. No, Harry's face had been set with determination.
Determination and something else- something like... defiance.
Wormtail could not remember ever seeing anything like that before. That untamed, strait-backed rebellion was a thing of myths, something of heroes- something of legends.
Peter lifted his head and straitened out his legs leaning back against the crumbling walls of the old building. He liked it in here, this was his escape. He could relax, watch the skies, and sort through his worries.
He hadn't even been thinking when he had grabbed the wand to disapparate. He had been surprised when he had subconsciously made his way here of all places, but now it seemed to make sense. He was free here- away from Lord Voldemort, away from the other Death Eaters, away from Harry Potter, and blissfully almost away from himself.
Wormtail did not want to report to his Master. He knew that every minute he waited there was the chance that Lord Voldemort would find out what Peter had done from someone else.
He ought to be thrilled to be telling Voldemort that it was finally finished- that Harry Potter was finally dead- but somehow Peter preferred to just remain where he was.
Unfortunately, he couldn't do that.
Standing up and, casting one last longing glance at his solitary reprieve, Peter apparated to the lair of the Dark Lord.
Peter appeared with a soft 'pop' in a dark hallway. He rolled his eyes as he was immediately welcomed by loud smack of a water droplet hitting cold stone. Voldemort really should do something about that leak...
Peter had to steal himself to pace his hands upon the twisting, glinting snakes that functioned as the doorknobs to Voldemort's main chamber. Taking a deep shuddering breath, Wormtail pulled the doors roughly open and strode into the room.
"Ahh... You have returned." The cold, hissing words were a statement not a question.
Peter inched forward with his head bowed, "I-I have, my l-l-lord." He cursed to himself at the sound of his stutter's return. He'd been getting so much better at controlling that!
"And you bring me good news?"
Wormtail chanced a glance up, but looked hastily down again. Voldemort sat regally upon his throne- red eyes flashing dangerously and thin lips curving into a cruel smile.
"I b-believe so, m-my l-lord," Peter's breathing increased... soon- soon Voldemort would know. Peter tried to feel the expected rise of anticipation, but it didn't seem to be coming. Instead he just became more nervous.
Voldemort had leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees and his long slender fingers tapping against each other.
"Well then, get on with it."
Peter nodded furiously. His palms were slippery with sweat and he shoulders were tight with a tenseness he could not loosen. "It's P-p-potter," he managed to say, "I- I was s-s-successfu-ful." He chanced another glance up at Voldemort.
The Dark Lord's eyes narrowed and he looked intently at the smaller man who coward before him. "Say that again," his voice seemed almost calm, but his stance told otherwise.
"Potter," Peter repeated slightly louder, "I- He's d-dead."
"You killed him?" The disbelief in Voldemort's voice was so apparent that, had the situation been rather less terrifying, Peter would have felt offended. Why did everyone always assume he was hopeless?
"Y-yes, my l-lord," Peter whispered.
"Where is the body?"
Wormtail's blood ran cold.
Where was the body? Peter had no idea, he'd been so disoriented by that red-headed boy and by Harry's still form that he hadn't stopped to think. He'd just left.
Voldemort waited.
It's a very bad idea to make Voldemort wait.
Peter licked his lips nervously. "I-i left it -th-there..." he whispered.
"You what?" the Dark Lord's voice was sinister and low. He seethed with anger. "You just muttered some spell, the boy fell over, and you left?"
Wormtail didn't even bother to nod.
"YOU FOOL!" Voldemort screamed, voice trembling with rage, "They will have taken it away by now! Dumbledore will know..."
Voldemort clenched his fist and Wormtail stepped hurriedly back towards the doors muttering, "I-I will go now, m-my lord, and f-f-fetch it."
Voldemort seemed to be making a considerable effort to control himself. Why the Dark Lord bothered to restrain himself, Wormtail had no idea, but he was thankful all the same.
Voldemort glared at Wormtail, "I will give you one chance. ONE chance. If what you say is true AND you bring me that body back here- You will be honored beyond your wildest dreams." Voldemort smiled- a horrific sight, "If not..." he mimed slitting his throat with his wand, clearly portraying his intentions.
Wormtail stuttered a reply bowing low to the ground. Hastily he drew his wand from his robe packet and prepared to disapparate anxious to please his master and be done with it.
All that happened was loud squeaking sound.
Peter eyes darted around wildly. Why was he still here?
Voldemort was staring at Wormtail with an expression Wormtail had never seen before upon the older man's face.
Shock.
Peter followed Voldemort's line of sight to where it ended fixed upon the tip of Peter's wand.
Wormtail's jaw dropped open.
His wand was gone- or rather he was still holding it, but now it was now what appeared to be a rather large rubber mouse.
Wormtail stared blankly at the thing in his hands for several minutes. Finally he glanced back a Voldemort again.
Peter couldn't help it- he laughed.
A real laugh- not some cruel chuckle or a nervous giggle- but a real, live, honest-to-goodness laugh.
It felt good to laugh, hell, it felt great to laugh.
Voldemort's expression should have made Wormtail wet his pants, but instead it just made him laugh harder. He knew it was insane- no one laughed at the Dark Lord (and lived).
All those sleepless nights, all those days of pain and agony, all those horrible screams and cries were worth it for this one moment of pure freedom.
Peter wasn't just Pettigrew (poor and sniveling) or Wormtail (the Masters stupid servant). He was a Marauder and this had been the greatest joke ever played. He almost wished Padfoot, Moony, and Prongs were here to see it. He wondered briefly how he had acquired such a superb work of prank paraphernalia, but he was too busy laughing to sort it out.
Sadly, Peter was not allowed to laugh long.
Voldemort's anger was practically tangible. His face was twisted into a horrible expression of pure rage and his wand was raised and ready.
"CRUCIO!"
The word was roar, so powerful that the spell lifted Wormtail clear off the ground and slammed him into the opposite wall.
The physical anguish was beyond anything Peter had ever experienced. Never before had the full extent of Voldemort's power been focused upon him and him alone. The fire of pain forced Peter to scream until his throat was so hoarse his yells could not be heard.
But deep, deep down inside, Wormtail was still laughing.
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Harry woke up with a start. He was gasping as if he had just run a marathon and his skin was pale and clammy. Slowly Harry relaxed back against his pillow and released the blanket he'd subconsciously been clutching.
He did not need to open his eyes to know where he was. He'd lain on the stiff, anesthetic-smelling sheets and worn the scratchy pajamas of the Hospital Wing too many times to not recognize them immediately. He did briefly wonder why he was there, but the painful pounding of his head quickly pushed that thought aside.
Harry opened his eyes and stared blankly into the darkness surrounding him. Images from the dream that had woken him up flashed repeatedly through his mind. He tried to think about something else, anything else, but Wormtail's laughter haunted him.
Harry squeezed his eyes tightly shut trying to convince himself that everything was alright- that it was only a dream.
Unfortunately he knew that it wasn't just a dream, they were never just dreams.
The heavy feeling of resignation settled itself upon Harry's chest. He would have to inform Dumbledore: Wormtail believed he had killed him, and Wormtail had told Voldemort- try as he might Harry couldn't make this dream seem unimportant.
Harry sat up and automatically felt around beside him for his glasses. They had been left upon the bedside table.
Brushing aside all the questions that were buzzing in his head, Harry swung his legs over the edge of his bed and let his feet hit the cold floor. He wanted to know how he had gotten here, and what had happened to Wormtail before reaching Voldemort and... George... was George alright?
Harry gave his head a mental shake, he needed to see Dumbledore. The last thing he remembered was a blinding flash of green light, a scream, and a bursting pain in his forehead... none of those things could ever mean anything good.
The memory caused Harry to become aware of just how much his head still ached. He reached up and gingerly felt for his scar. His fingers instead brushed against a light bandage- what was that for? Giving his mind another mental shake Harry pulled on his sweater and jeans that had been left folded neatly on the bedside table and stood up briskly.
Harry swayed only momentarily before finding enough balance to take a few steps. The curtains had been drawn around his bed, and he returned them to that position as he left. Upon glancing out the window Harry found that the moon was just rising over the lake.
Keeping one eye out for Madame Pomfrey (whom Harry was sure would have him back in bed if she caught him) Harry tip toed towards the hospital wing's door.
He passed two other occupied beds on his way, and was relieved to see George sleeping happily in one. He had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing out loud when he looked at other sleeper. Ron gangling limbs were sprawled across the bed in the most undignified of manners and the majority of the sheets were wadded on the ground.
Shaking his head, Harry left the infirmary and cautiously made his way to the gargoyle in front of Professor Dumbledore's office. He was surprised and thankful that no one else was about. He had never felt so confused in his life and didn't want talk to anyone besides Dumbledore.
Several minutes later Harry stood glaring at the gargoyle. He had tried every type of candy he could think of and nothing had worked. His head was hurting more now, and toes of his bare feet curled against the cold hard floors. He supposed Dumbledore had changed his password theme, or maybe it was just a summer thing...
Swearing softly, Harry glanced up and down the hallway searching for inspiration. His wandering eyes caught a glimpse of a grayish-silver shape immerging from the wall several yards (meters) to his left.
Harry squinted at the misty shape for several moments before realizing it was a ghost gliding out from the wall. To be more precise it was Moaning Myrtle.
She was scowling at the floor and sniffling to herself when she seemed to feel Harry's eyes upon her. She glared at him, then floated mopingly over.
"Er- hello Myrtle," Harry said uncomfortably.
She frowned at him and muttered quietly.
"Uh, what was that?" Harry asked timidly.
Myrtle looked at him disdainfully, "I said, 'I see you managed not to get yourself properly killed once again."
"Uh, yes- thank you," Harry said uncertainly. Myrtle's keenness for his death had always been rather unsettling.
Myrtle didn't appear to hear him, she just kept on muttering, "Humph, all you Potters are alike. Even when you do die, you end up coming back later. It's very confusing, not to mention rude."
Harry raised an eye brow, "Ummm... sorry, but what's rude?"
Myrtle sniffed. "Dead people are suppose to stay dead."
"Er, I'll try to do better next time..." Harry shifted uncomfortably. This was a very strange conversation and the sooner he got away and sorted things out with Dumbledore the better.
"I wasn't talking about you," Myrtle said ignoring his squirms of discomfort.
"ER.... right, what did you mean then?"
Myrtle rolled her eyes. "I think you're just playing dumb to annoy me," she said sulkily, "As if you didn't know." Not wanting to keep repeating himself Harry settled for looking as politely confused as possible. Myrtle gave him a disapproving glare, "That father of yours sure has some nerve."
Harry took a startled step back. "What does my father have to do with it?" he asked, pointedly ignoring the fact that Myrtle had just referred to James in the present tense.
Myrtle's eyes watered dangerously and Harry cursed himself for raising his voice around her. "Oh, I see how it is," she said tearfully, "Well- if you're going to be so touchy I'll just leave then." She cast one last distressed glance at Harry before turning and beginning to float through the opposite wall.
"Myrtle-" Harry started half apologetically. The transparent girl paused and semi-turned towards him. Harry continued, "Look, I'm sorry. Could you at least just give me the password to Dumbledore's office?"
Myrtle looked as if she were about to refuse, but then her temper seemed to cool. "Balderdash," she whispered and watched the gargoyle jump aside before disappearing the rest of the way through the wall.
Harry stared dumbfounded at the place Myrtle had vanished for several minutes before catching himself and walking through the opening beside which the gargoyle sat waiting patiently.
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Remus couldn't keep a strait face and look at his two friends at the same time. Sirius sat across from James and they hadn't stopped grinning like madmen in quite some time.
Remus shook his head and rolled his eyes, smiling in spite of himself.
It was the greatest feeling in the whole entire world to just be sitting in here with his two best friends- no worries, no cares, only laughter.
But laughter, happiness, fluffy bunnies and butterflies make for a very poor story. So, naturally, someone has to go and stir things up. Its a very common plot device, one that is used countless times throughout dull stories to snatch the readers attention back to the story before they start to doze off.
"Say, Albus- why were the Weasleys here?" Remus asked, turning to face the Headmaster.
Dumbledore's happy expression immediately darkened, and Remus half regretted his words. Sirius broke off his conversation with James and turned inquiringly to look at the both of them.
"I was meaning to discuss that with you," Dumbledore said gravely, "It was a matter of importance."
"What do you mean?" Remus asked, his voice revealing his concern. Sirius leaned in closer, the maniac grin started to fade from his face. James merely looked confused.
"As you know or perhaps you don't know," Albus began glancing at James, "Harry has been spending the last few weeks of summer at the Weasley's house."
Sirius' eyes widened. "Has... something happen?" he asked tentatively.
Dumbledore sighed heavily. "Yes, Mr. Black," he responded heavily, "something did happen." Albus held up a hand to stop the sudden outbreak of questions before they could be asked. "Please, let me tell the whole story before you interrupt."
Sirius shifted angrily in his seat feeling like a scolded child while Remus bit back on his words knowing his stream of questions would not cease once he started. James sat in silent shock, not having any idea what this could all mean, only knowing that Harry was involved.
"Harry and the three youngest Weasley boys were playing Quidditch in the Weasley's back yard this morning when Ron spotted a rat down amongst the trees." Albus paused as Sirius eyes narrowed dangerously at the mention of the rat. "He recognized it," Dumbledore continued after a brief moment, "as Peter Pettigrew." All three of the younger men subconsciously clenched their fists. "Before any of the boys could stop him, Harry flew off after Pettigrew. George followed him and when he returned to other boys he was carrying Harry and explaining that Wormtail had hit Harry with the Killing Curse."
The moment the last sentence left Professor Dumbledore's lips mayhem ensued. Both Remus and Sirius stood up with vehement exclamations. James distantly thought that Lily would not at have approved of that kind of language.
Dumbledore attempted to continue, but was drowned out by Sirius and Remus. Sirius was shouting and looked to be upon the verge of tears and Remus was desperately trying to keep him from doing anything rash. It was James who heard the timid tapping on the door.
He glanced nervously at Dumbledore who was standing between the other two upset men. Dumbledore gave James a harassed inquiring look. James nodded pointedly towards the door and Dumbledore instantly understood.
Ushering James into the adjoining room, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and several firecrackers later Sirius and Remus had quieted down enough for Dumbledore to make himself heard.
"Thank you for not panicking," Dumbledore said with disapproving sarcasm, "but it seems someone has disobeyed my order for no disturbances," He indicated the door where all three of them could hear another faint knock. "Would you please transform, Mr. Black, so I may send whoever it is away."
Sirius was seething and at any moment Remus was expecting to see great clouds of steam to come pouring out of his friend's ears. Seeing that Sirius was not likely to obey, Remus gave him a quick kick in the shins and meaningful look.
"I assure you, Mr. Black, that Harry is alright. I will explain to you what happened in just one moment."
Sirius looked vaguely relieved, but the scowl on his face did not lessen. An uncomfortable silence settled on the room as Sirius was replaced with a huge black dog, and Dumbledore moved to open the door.
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Harry stood uncomfortably on the steps outside the office. He shifted nervously from one foot to another hearing muffled exclamations from the other side of the door.
He looked up sharply as the door opened slightly. Professor Dumbledore looked at him wordlessly before swinging the door all the way open.
Feeling very peculiar, Harry gave Dumbledore a perplexed look and tip toed around him into the room.
Harry had about one billionth of a second to notice there were other people in the room before he was slammed into by a nearly hysterical Sirius, shortly followed by a highly concerned but not quite hysterical Remus.
It took several minutes of coaxing from both Harry and Dumbledore before Sirius would loosen the bone-crushing hug he had on Harry. It took much longer than that to assure all of them that he was fine, and even longer than that to force them into the next room so Harry could talk privately with Professor Dumbledore.
"Tell me honestly," Dumbledore said, looking Harry up and down once Remus and Sirius had finally been sent away, "How do you really feel?"
Harry sank wearily into a plush red armchair. "Very tired, sir," he said truthfully.
Dumbledore nodded understandingly, "I can well believe that," he gave a small smile, "but I doubt that is the reason you have come to see me."
Trust Dumbledore to guess that.
So Harry explained his dream about Wormtail as carefully as he could. Dumbledore nodded gravely and once Harry had finished, the Headmaster asked him several clarifying questions which, in turn, led to an explanation of Harry's encounter with Wormtail while at the Weasley's.
Luckily Dumbledore seemed to understand that Harry was very aware of just how stupid he had been to run after Pettigrew, and did not berate him too badly.
"Now then Mr. Potter," Dumbledore stated when it seemed there discussion had come to a conclusion, "I'm sure you will be wanting to speak with Sirius, but that can wait until you've had a good nights rest. I believe Madame Pomfrey will be wondering where you are."
Harry nodded dejectedly, and stood up to return to the Infirmary. A sudden recollection caught him on his way to the door. "Sir-" he began.
Dumbledore raised a polite eyebrow.
"On my way over," Harry continued furrowing his brow as he remembered, "I ran across Moaning Myrtle." Dumbledore nodded. "She was acting very strange. Saying something about the dead not staying dead, and then she-" Harry broke off, unsure how to phrase this without sounding like a complete lunatic, "She said something about my dad."
Dumbledore looked at him sharply. "What exactly did Miss Myrtle say?" he asked slowly.
Harry, feeling very foolish, recalled his conversation as best he could, "She just said that 'dead people should stay dead,' and that my father had some nerve." He stopped looking questioningly at Dumbledore.
Far from appearing to think Harry was overreacting, the Headmaster merely looked thoughtful.
"It never occurred to me that the ghosts would notice," Dumbledore murmured.
Harry stared at him, "Sir?"
"Harry I need to explain something to you," Dumbledore began in a way that made Harry suddenly very nervous. "This evening," Albus continued, "when Sirius and Remus came to see me, they brought someone with them."
Harry remained completely mystified.
"It was an old friend of theirs, and when I was first reintroduced I didn't believe it was possible."
Harry was starting to feel oddly dizzy. Where was Dumbledore going with this?
"But he has convinced me, beyond a doubt. Harry- James Potter is alive."
The words crashed down upon Harry like a falling anvil.
His father was alive?
But that was impossible...
James Potter.... alive.....
Damned impossible...
Dumbledore was looking at him with concern, and Harry forced himself back into the present.
"Could you repeat that?" Harry asked very softly.
Dumbledore's eyes gave a faint twinkle, "I know it's hard to believe Harry, but it's true. We aren't sure how yet, but James Potter is alive," then he added, as if an afterthought, "He's in the next room."
Ouch- there goes another anvil. We really should complain to someone about this. Falling anvils are not usually considered good for your health.
"Shall I get him?" Dumbledore asked, sounding for all the world as calm as if he were talking about the weather. Harry didn't have a chance to respond before Dumbledore had turned and opened a portal into an attached room.
Harry began to feel extremely light-headed. He must be dreaming.
He had to be dreaming.
There was no way that he couldn't be dreaming.
But the only thought running through his head was, Sweet Merlin don't let me be dreaming.
Dumbledore was now saying something to someone in the other room. The Headmaster stepped through the doorway and into the other room as someone else stepped out.
Someone tall and skinny, with messy black hair, round glasses, and uncertain smile.
Harry shakily got to his feet.
They stood there, both in total shock for quite sometime before another movement took place. "Harry?" the man asked hoarsely.
Harry gaped at him, this couldn't be happening. Slowly he closed his mouth and nodded. "Dad?" The word was barely above a whisper.
They stood, each at their respected ends of the room, neither of them quite believing what was happening. Finally, not knowing what else to do, James opened his arms and beckoned Harry tentatively.
Harry didn't care anymore whether this was a dream or not. Half stumbling, half running, he somehow made his way across the room. It seemed twice as long as it really was, but when he reached the opposite side James was still there- still waiting.
There was the smallest hint of hesitation on both parts, but it was quickly shoved aside as James pulled Harry into a close hug.
There they stood for who knows how long. Neither of them realized they had tears running down their cheeks, nor did they notice as Remus and Sirius stuck their curious heads into the room several minutes later and smiled approvingly.
They only knew that right then they were both happier than they had ever been in their lives before.
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a/n: ok, can you say...... cheesy? i tried i really did... i tried really really REALLY hard to make the last scene with the reunion good, but it was hard. I hope I REALLY REALLY HOPE you like it!!!!!! please please please tell me what you think but first excuse me while i go drown in some more cheese.
ok, i have NO idea when i will get the next chapter up, but i'll try... i don't even quite know what's gonna be about yet.... lots of explantions probably and a bit of lily and cedric, and school starting and i dunno, we'll see. This fic is writing itself. I have no say.
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ok......... i about died of laughter once you started talking about bleach in the backyard... i most definately could NEVER to that in my backyard... you see the whole thing is completely open and it backs up to the state park so people are always riding past on horses while i'm hanging up our laundry (sheesh i don't know ANYONE who hangs up laundry anymore, people are so lazy round here, 'just pop it in the drier, who cares if we're going to cause MORE rolling blackouts in CA')
HEY! that coconut song is the one zazu sings in the lion king! lol....
i downloaded that sound! i'm in love with it now!!!!!!! i just need to know what the heck it means.... *grin*
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH BIGFOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! i love it when people specify the things they like best! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU and i'm very glad you like mundungus, he just kinda appeared as i was writing that part so i went along with it. SO THANKS AGAIN FOR THE REVIEWS!!!!!!!! as aways I LOVED THEM!!!!!!!! I love all of the review chats we've got going on! i just hope xing doesn't find out... wow! i have lots more to say but i'm out of room (raiding the magical creature's class *grins evilly* must write that one down!)
hardshoe: yes yes, all those adults in the world, making us go to school and other nonesense... hmph... anywho i hope the wait wasn't too bad, here's some more.
Arwena: Oy! *pretends to look offended* how come i get the shortest review? but i do agree, Gus is insane and weird, but i like him! *grin* thanks for reviewing.
Shagadellic72: You're review cracks me up... named a chair company after you did they? my my, i'm so impressed *sticks out tongue* later...thanks for reviewing.
Harriet Potter: more chapies coming your way... I'm so glad you like my comments! i LOVE people who like my comments! thank you thank you thank you
KAT: HHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!! *grins like a maniac* kat, you have NO FRIGGIN IDEA how much I LOVE your reviews! all of your quotes from micki and such! and your infamous LONGEST REVIEW EVER!!!!!!!!!!! with that story and everything and OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!! you ARE THE GREATEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! promise me you will never ever change!!!!!! that whole bit about micki's mum not liking us is rather depressing don't you think? i mean the lady's met me what? once? in the car? for like 10 minutes? sheesh. the lady in my basements seeming to be working hard again, maybe book five by christmas? *grins* thank you for all you edits! i love it, you're the best!