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Chapter 11
It was warm, and it was bright, too warm and bright Harry realized suddenly.
He was at that stage half way between being awake and being asleep, that blessed place where nothing seemed important except for staying at that place for as long as possible.
That was just a dream though, and as he slowly came back to the world, he realized that everything was not as blessed as the place he had just awakened from.
The first thing that he realized was that he hurt, a lot, and with the knowledge of that hurt, he realized something else.
He realized that he was lying somewhere warm and bright, the complete opposite of the place he had been for longer than he could remember and he wondered for a moment how he came to be at this new place before the truth came rushing back to him with the speed of a lightning bolt and with just as much force.
He remembered every little detail of the past months, and he knew he wanted to forget them.
He remembered coming into the muggle hospital.
He remembered the looks of horror and sympathy the staff had given him.
He remembered a dark haired nurse and a young blonde doctor that had been caring for him, but that was where his memories ended.
He felt the presence of others in the room he occupied, people other than the hospital staff, and though he had good feeling he knew who was there, he wanted to know for sure.
As consciousness slowly returned to him, he felt a warm hand covering his own right one, and the contact served to bring him to a fully comprehending and awake state.
He realized that he hurt from head to toe, and the terrible memories of how he came to be in such a state assaulted his brain, pictures and sounds and feelings he longed to destroy.
Trying to escape the sights his mind was feeding him, he tried to open his eyes, but as soon as he did so, he regretted it and forced them back shut again. The sun was high in the sky and shining brightly through the unshielded window.
Apparently though, the other people in the room had seen his reaction and one quickly pulled the blinds over the window, blocking out the bright sun before he heard a familiar voice speaking quietly to him.
"Harry, its Sirius. I'm here and so are Remus and Dumbledore. Can you open your eyes for me?"
The voice was almost pleading and he felt obliged to obey it, so he slowly opened his eyes again and was pleased that he could look around the room without being forced to squint because of the light.
The shapes around him were blurry though, and he had trouble discerning one man from the other in the room.
This must too have been picked up on by somebody because another voice spoke up from a corner of the room, the voice of Dumbledore.
"Doctor, did Mr. Potter come in here with his glasses?"
"No, he wasn't wearing any when he came in."
"Very well, then he shall get some new ones."
Harry caught the wave of an arm for an instant before Dumbledore approached the bed and carefully set a new pair of glassed on his face.
Everything came into sharp focus instantly and he was able to take in the faced surrounding his bed.
Sirius was sitting in a chair beside his bed and it was his godfather that held his hand in his own. His features were a mixture of relief and something else, though Harry couldn't figure out what it was.
Standing beside him was Remus and he had a small smile on his face, but there was something else hidden in his expression too.
On the other side of the bead stood Dumbledore, the only one in the room wearing robes, and his face betrayed relief as well, but there was no twinkle in his eyes.
Harry's eyes then traveled to the doorway of the room where he saw the doctor and the nurse standing quietly together watching the group intently.
The only other person in the room was standing in the corner of the small room and Harry was surprised but not quite shocked to see him there. It was Snape, and his expression also looked relieved, but he was subconsciously massaging his left forearm through the black fabric of his muggle shirt and Harry realized with a start why his parents' best friends looked almost fearful behind their relief.
He immediately pulled his hand from Sirius' grasp, wincing slightly as he did so from the stabs of pain that shot through his arm and shoulder.
"Harry, what is it?" Sirius asked almost frantically.
His answer was met with only a penetrating stare from piercing green eyes.
"Harry, what's wrong?" he tried again, this time being no more successful though than the first.
They knew what he had burned into his arm and they feared it. They wanted to know what had happened and why he had the mark of the dark lord but he refused to enlighten them.
All they needed to know was lying there on the hospital bed in front of them. He was alive, and Voldemort had not been seen or heard from since the two of them were last seen and it would remain that way for the rest of time.
Seeming to realize that they would receive no answers from him, Dumbledore turned to face the two muggles in the door way.
"Doctor, nurse, I thank you for caring for Harry so well, but I would like for him to return to the school with us."
This statement was met with sharp protests from both of them for a moment before Dumbledore muttered 'oblivate' under his breath and their expressions turned from those of outrage to peace.
"Sirius, this is a portkey that will transport you and Harry directly to the hospital wing at Hogwarts. Severus, Remus, and I will deal with modifying the memories of the rest of the hospital staff and will join you shortly."
Sirius nodded as he gently scooped Harry into his arms, blankets and all, to keep him from landing on the floor when they arrived at the castle if there wasn't a bed nearby. A gasp of pain escaped from the boys mouth as he clenched his eyes tightly closed to try to block out as much of the pain as possible.
"I'm sorry Harry, I don't mean to hurt you anymore. We'll be at the castle in just a minute and Poppy will have you good as new" he was trying to reassure the boy just as much as himself as he took hold of the newspaper Dumbledore held out for him and instantly felt the familiar pull behind his navel as the room around him dissolved and was replaced a few moments later by the familiar surroundings of the Hogwarts hospital wing.
Apparently, Dumbledore had failed to relay the message to Madame Pomfrey that they had found Harry and would be bringing him to Hogwarts though, because the nurse nearly fainted when Sirius appeared directly in front of her as she was cleaning the room.
"Mr. Black! What is the meaning of this! Appearing in here like that with absolutely no warning! Were you trying to give me a heart attack?"
"Poppy relax. Albus sent us ahead so you could get started immediately."
"What do you mean? Get started on what? Oh dear! It that who I think it is?" she asked suddenly, just then noticing the dark haired bundle Sirius was holding.
"Yes, it's Harry, we found him in a muggle hospital this morning where he's been for the past two weeks. He's hurt pretty badly though."
As Sirius said this, he carefully laid his godson onto the nearest bed, resulting in another gasp of pain from the boy.
"Just give me a moment to gather what I need, I put everything away for the summer, I didn't think I would be treating anybody until term began again."
With that said, she bustled into the storage closet and Sirius and Harry could hear the clanking of bottles as she searched for what she needed before returning several minutes later with an armload of potions, bandages, and her wand.
She cautiously approached the bed Harry was in and pulled back the blankets that Sirius had brought him in before beginning to examine him visually, muttering to herself the entire time and Sirius was surprised about how little she reacted when she noticed the tattoo on his arm.
"Nothing looks to be beyond my skills to heal, but you will be left with a few scars Mr. Potter, now hold still for a few moments while I close up these cuts."
She raised her wand until it was just above one of many deep gashes in Harry's abdomen, but just as she was about to say the incantation, Harry made a flicking motion with the wrist of his left arm and the wand went crashing into the far wall of the infirmary.
Sirius and Madame Pomfrey looked at one another in shock for a moment before looking back to the boy on the bed, both coming to the same conclusion in an instant, the boy was absolutely terrified.
His green eyes were round and filled with a fear neither had ever seen there before and his entire body was trembling violently. His eyes were fixed on the wand that was still lying on the floor on the far side of the room and he starred at it as though he thought it would suddenly jump up and attack him without a moments notice.
Madame Pomfrey went to her wand and carefully picked it up and put it back into the pocket of her robes before approaching the bed again and speaking quietly.
"Calm down Harry, calm down. It's gone, I won't bring it back out again until you're ready for me to. Calm down, easy does it."
Her words in combination with the disappearance of the wand seemed to calm him down and his breathing slowed and his trembling slowly subsided as well, but his eyes still held that terrified look in them.
Over the next fifteen minutes he relaxed further and slowly slipped into sleep with the nurse and Sirius still standing over him worriedly.
"What just happened here?" Sirius asked hesitantly as the two withdrew to the far side of the wing where they wouldn't disturb the sleeping boy.
Before he got an answer though, the doors opened and Albus, Remus, and Severus entered. They gave the sleeping boy a curious look before joining the other two.
"What's wrong Poppy? Why hasn't Harry been healed yet?" asked Dumbledore, concern evident in his voice.
"He wouldn't allow me to heal him headmaster" she answered truthfully.
"What do you mean?" asked Snape, a bitter edge to his voice
"He let me examine him without protest, but when I went to heal his wounds with my wand, he did something and my wand went flying across the room. He looked absolutely terrified by the sight of it, he was breathing shallowly and trembling violently, he wouldn't take his eyes from my wand until I put it out of sight, and only then did he begin to relax, he just fell asleep a few moments ago."
"How did he disarm you without a wand of his own? His wand is here where he left it isn't it Albus?" asked Remus curiously.
"Indeed, it has been in my office since that day, and I believe he disarmed you through wandless magic. If you remember, he was able to banish Voldemort without the use of a wand the day they disappeared. The question though is why he would wish to disarm you in the first place."
"I think I have an idea headmaster" said Snape softly, as though not really wanting to divulge the information willingly but feeling obliged to do so.
"Go ahead Severus."
"The dark lord has always enjoyed physically torturing his enemies, but he felt above them, so to speak, so he would never touch them. Instead, he would use his wand to inflict bodily harm. He would also allow his followers to inflict whatever pain the prisoners that they wished, but they were forbidden to touch them as well when inflicting pain."
"Are you saying that all of these injuries were caused by wands?" asked Poppy
"More than likely, yes, although some look as thought they could have been inflicted using potions as well"
"What type of potions could cause injuries like these?" asked Remus, apparently as confused as the others present.
"I can think of two in particular that he would have used. Both of these were favorites of his while I was in his service as a spy, the physical nightmare potion and the healing deprivation potion." At their blank stares, he elaborated "The first is a potion that allows one to plant nightmares into the drinkers head and it forces them to physically suffer from whatever happens during their nightmare. For example, if one were to dream that they were carrying something heavy, they would awake to find that their arms were sore, like if they had really carried the object."
A look of understanding flashed over the faces of Albus and Pomfrey, but the marauders still looked confused.
"Damn you Gryffindors'," he mumbled, he really had no desire to explain what exactly the nightmares the boy had probably been forced to go through, but it was obvious the Gryffindor men were still clueless as to the workings of the dark arts and torture, even after all this "Wands can only be used to cut someone or banish them into a hard object, but Harry has bruises on him like one would get from being physically beaten, not random shapes, but shapes like hand prints and boot prints."
At this statement, Sirius growled again and Remus shook his head in misery, but both seemed inclined to accept the truth of the words he had said and he continued to describe the effects of the other potion he thought had been used.
"The healing deprivation potion is also used as a form of torture by those who practice the dark arts. It causes any injuries that a person currently has and will receive to take at least four times as long to heal as they would normally. This particular potion stays in the system for about a month before it needs to be re administered"
Sirius took this opportunity to interrupt with his own thoughts.
"Ok, so we know Harry was at the hospital for two weeks, so in another two weeks he will be able to heal normally, right?" he looked hopefully at Snape who was forced to dash all that hope completely.
"Wrong Black, the potion covers all injuries incurred while it was still in the system and must be re administered to cover any new injuries. Those injuries that Potter currently has were probably all incurred while he was under the influences of this potion, which means they will take at least four times as long to heal naturally, since it is obvious we can't use our wands to treat them. The good news is that any injuries Harry receives after the potion wears off will heal in the normal time frame."
"So what you're saying is that Harry's injuries will heal, it will just take longer than normal, right?" asked Remus, wanting to make sure he had caught everything the potions master had said.
"Ten points to Gryffindor" he replied sarcastically, earning himself a glare from Remus and Sirius and a slight chuckle from the headmaster.
"So what do we do now?" asked Poppy
"For now, I recommend we treat his injuries as best as we can using muggle techniques. Meanwhile, we will keep him here until the start of term and hopefully he will come around and tell us what has happened these past months" he had just turned to leave when Remus asked one final question.
"What about his friends Albus? Especially Ginny, they were all quite insistent to be allowed to see him soon."
"I believe that it would be in the best interest of them and Harry to wait until things settle down a bit. I don't think he wishes his friends to see him in such a state, and I don't think they would like to see their best friend beaten so terribly."
Remus had to admit that the headmaster had a point about Harry not wanting his friends to see him like this, but he didn't think Ginny, Ron, and Hermione would be affected by what they saw as far as the injuries, but he knew what Dumbledore had really meant. They had no idea how his friends would react once they caught sight of the dark mark on his arm.
"We will let the Weasley's know about Harry's condition immediately but I must insist the students stay home until the beginning of term."
He then left the hospital wing with Snape at his heels, leaving Remus and Sirius to go back to Harry.
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A/N: I know, I know, another boring chapter right, but it will get better once everyone goes back to school, I promise, thanks for those of you who reviewed the last chapter and please review this one as well and let me know if you thought it was good or terrible.
It was warm, and it was bright, too warm and bright Harry realized suddenly.
He was at that stage half way between being awake and being asleep, that blessed place where nothing seemed important except for staying at that place for as long as possible.
That was just a dream though, and as he slowly came back to the world, he realized that everything was not as blessed as the place he had just awakened from.
The first thing that he realized was that he hurt, a lot, and with the knowledge of that hurt, he realized something else.
He realized that he was lying somewhere warm and bright, the complete opposite of the place he had been for longer than he could remember and he wondered for a moment how he came to be at this new place before the truth came rushing back to him with the speed of a lightning bolt and with just as much force.
He remembered every little detail of the past months, and he knew he wanted to forget them.
He remembered coming into the muggle hospital.
He remembered the looks of horror and sympathy the staff had given him.
He remembered a dark haired nurse and a young blonde doctor that had been caring for him, but that was where his memories ended.
He felt the presence of others in the room he occupied, people other than the hospital staff, and though he had good feeling he knew who was there, he wanted to know for sure.
As consciousness slowly returned to him, he felt a warm hand covering his own right one, and the contact served to bring him to a fully comprehending and awake state.
He realized that he hurt from head to toe, and the terrible memories of how he came to be in such a state assaulted his brain, pictures and sounds and feelings he longed to destroy.
Trying to escape the sights his mind was feeding him, he tried to open his eyes, but as soon as he did so, he regretted it and forced them back shut again. The sun was high in the sky and shining brightly through the unshielded window.
Apparently though, the other people in the room had seen his reaction and one quickly pulled the blinds over the window, blocking out the bright sun before he heard a familiar voice speaking quietly to him.
"Harry, its Sirius. I'm here and so are Remus and Dumbledore. Can you open your eyes for me?"
The voice was almost pleading and he felt obliged to obey it, so he slowly opened his eyes again and was pleased that he could look around the room without being forced to squint because of the light.
The shapes around him were blurry though, and he had trouble discerning one man from the other in the room.
This must too have been picked up on by somebody because another voice spoke up from a corner of the room, the voice of Dumbledore.
"Doctor, did Mr. Potter come in here with his glasses?"
"No, he wasn't wearing any when he came in."
"Very well, then he shall get some new ones."
Harry caught the wave of an arm for an instant before Dumbledore approached the bed and carefully set a new pair of glassed on his face.
Everything came into sharp focus instantly and he was able to take in the faced surrounding his bed.
Sirius was sitting in a chair beside his bed and it was his godfather that held his hand in his own. His features were a mixture of relief and something else, though Harry couldn't figure out what it was.
Standing beside him was Remus and he had a small smile on his face, but there was something else hidden in his expression too.
On the other side of the bead stood Dumbledore, the only one in the room wearing robes, and his face betrayed relief as well, but there was no twinkle in his eyes.
Harry's eyes then traveled to the doorway of the room where he saw the doctor and the nurse standing quietly together watching the group intently.
The only other person in the room was standing in the corner of the small room and Harry was surprised but not quite shocked to see him there. It was Snape, and his expression also looked relieved, but he was subconsciously massaging his left forearm through the black fabric of his muggle shirt and Harry realized with a start why his parents' best friends looked almost fearful behind their relief.
He immediately pulled his hand from Sirius' grasp, wincing slightly as he did so from the stabs of pain that shot through his arm and shoulder.
"Harry, what is it?" Sirius asked almost frantically.
His answer was met with only a penetrating stare from piercing green eyes.
"Harry, what's wrong?" he tried again, this time being no more successful though than the first.
They knew what he had burned into his arm and they feared it. They wanted to know what had happened and why he had the mark of the dark lord but he refused to enlighten them.
All they needed to know was lying there on the hospital bed in front of them. He was alive, and Voldemort had not been seen or heard from since the two of them were last seen and it would remain that way for the rest of time.
Seeming to realize that they would receive no answers from him, Dumbledore turned to face the two muggles in the door way.
"Doctor, nurse, I thank you for caring for Harry so well, but I would like for him to return to the school with us."
This statement was met with sharp protests from both of them for a moment before Dumbledore muttered 'oblivate' under his breath and their expressions turned from those of outrage to peace.
"Sirius, this is a portkey that will transport you and Harry directly to the hospital wing at Hogwarts. Severus, Remus, and I will deal with modifying the memories of the rest of the hospital staff and will join you shortly."
Sirius nodded as he gently scooped Harry into his arms, blankets and all, to keep him from landing on the floor when they arrived at the castle if there wasn't a bed nearby. A gasp of pain escaped from the boys mouth as he clenched his eyes tightly closed to try to block out as much of the pain as possible.
"I'm sorry Harry, I don't mean to hurt you anymore. We'll be at the castle in just a minute and Poppy will have you good as new" he was trying to reassure the boy just as much as himself as he took hold of the newspaper Dumbledore held out for him and instantly felt the familiar pull behind his navel as the room around him dissolved and was replaced a few moments later by the familiar surroundings of the Hogwarts hospital wing.
Apparently, Dumbledore had failed to relay the message to Madame Pomfrey that they had found Harry and would be bringing him to Hogwarts though, because the nurse nearly fainted when Sirius appeared directly in front of her as she was cleaning the room.
"Mr. Black! What is the meaning of this! Appearing in here like that with absolutely no warning! Were you trying to give me a heart attack?"
"Poppy relax. Albus sent us ahead so you could get started immediately."
"What do you mean? Get started on what? Oh dear! It that who I think it is?" she asked suddenly, just then noticing the dark haired bundle Sirius was holding.
"Yes, it's Harry, we found him in a muggle hospital this morning where he's been for the past two weeks. He's hurt pretty badly though."
As Sirius said this, he carefully laid his godson onto the nearest bed, resulting in another gasp of pain from the boy.
"Just give me a moment to gather what I need, I put everything away for the summer, I didn't think I would be treating anybody until term began again."
With that said, she bustled into the storage closet and Sirius and Harry could hear the clanking of bottles as she searched for what she needed before returning several minutes later with an armload of potions, bandages, and her wand.
She cautiously approached the bed Harry was in and pulled back the blankets that Sirius had brought him in before beginning to examine him visually, muttering to herself the entire time and Sirius was surprised about how little she reacted when she noticed the tattoo on his arm.
"Nothing looks to be beyond my skills to heal, but you will be left with a few scars Mr. Potter, now hold still for a few moments while I close up these cuts."
She raised her wand until it was just above one of many deep gashes in Harry's abdomen, but just as she was about to say the incantation, Harry made a flicking motion with the wrist of his left arm and the wand went crashing into the far wall of the infirmary.
Sirius and Madame Pomfrey looked at one another in shock for a moment before looking back to the boy on the bed, both coming to the same conclusion in an instant, the boy was absolutely terrified.
His green eyes were round and filled with a fear neither had ever seen there before and his entire body was trembling violently. His eyes were fixed on the wand that was still lying on the floor on the far side of the room and he starred at it as though he thought it would suddenly jump up and attack him without a moments notice.
Madame Pomfrey went to her wand and carefully picked it up and put it back into the pocket of her robes before approaching the bed again and speaking quietly.
"Calm down Harry, calm down. It's gone, I won't bring it back out again until you're ready for me to. Calm down, easy does it."
Her words in combination with the disappearance of the wand seemed to calm him down and his breathing slowed and his trembling slowly subsided as well, but his eyes still held that terrified look in them.
Over the next fifteen minutes he relaxed further and slowly slipped into sleep with the nurse and Sirius still standing over him worriedly.
"What just happened here?" Sirius asked hesitantly as the two withdrew to the far side of the wing where they wouldn't disturb the sleeping boy.
Before he got an answer though, the doors opened and Albus, Remus, and Severus entered. They gave the sleeping boy a curious look before joining the other two.
"What's wrong Poppy? Why hasn't Harry been healed yet?" asked Dumbledore, concern evident in his voice.
"He wouldn't allow me to heal him headmaster" she answered truthfully.
"What do you mean?" asked Snape, a bitter edge to his voice
"He let me examine him without protest, but when I went to heal his wounds with my wand, he did something and my wand went flying across the room. He looked absolutely terrified by the sight of it, he was breathing shallowly and trembling violently, he wouldn't take his eyes from my wand until I put it out of sight, and only then did he begin to relax, he just fell asleep a few moments ago."
"How did he disarm you without a wand of his own? His wand is here where he left it isn't it Albus?" asked Remus curiously.
"Indeed, it has been in my office since that day, and I believe he disarmed you through wandless magic. If you remember, he was able to banish Voldemort without the use of a wand the day they disappeared. The question though is why he would wish to disarm you in the first place."
"I think I have an idea headmaster" said Snape softly, as though not really wanting to divulge the information willingly but feeling obliged to do so.
"Go ahead Severus."
"The dark lord has always enjoyed physically torturing his enemies, but he felt above them, so to speak, so he would never touch them. Instead, he would use his wand to inflict bodily harm. He would also allow his followers to inflict whatever pain the prisoners that they wished, but they were forbidden to touch them as well when inflicting pain."
"Are you saying that all of these injuries were caused by wands?" asked Poppy
"More than likely, yes, although some look as thought they could have been inflicted using potions as well"
"What type of potions could cause injuries like these?" asked Remus, apparently as confused as the others present.
"I can think of two in particular that he would have used. Both of these were favorites of his while I was in his service as a spy, the physical nightmare potion and the healing deprivation potion." At their blank stares, he elaborated "The first is a potion that allows one to plant nightmares into the drinkers head and it forces them to physically suffer from whatever happens during their nightmare. For example, if one were to dream that they were carrying something heavy, they would awake to find that their arms were sore, like if they had really carried the object."
A look of understanding flashed over the faces of Albus and Pomfrey, but the marauders still looked confused.
"Damn you Gryffindors'," he mumbled, he really had no desire to explain what exactly the nightmares the boy had probably been forced to go through, but it was obvious the Gryffindor men were still clueless as to the workings of the dark arts and torture, even after all this "Wands can only be used to cut someone or banish them into a hard object, but Harry has bruises on him like one would get from being physically beaten, not random shapes, but shapes like hand prints and boot prints."
At this statement, Sirius growled again and Remus shook his head in misery, but both seemed inclined to accept the truth of the words he had said and he continued to describe the effects of the other potion he thought had been used.
"The healing deprivation potion is also used as a form of torture by those who practice the dark arts. It causes any injuries that a person currently has and will receive to take at least four times as long to heal as they would normally. This particular potion stays in the system for about a month before it needs to be re administered"
Sirius took this opportunity to interrupt with his own thoughts.
"Ok, so we know Harry was at the hospital for two weeks, so in another two weeks he will be able to heal normally, right?" he looked hopefully at Snape who was forced to dash all that hope completely.
"Wrong Black, the potion covers all injuries incurred while it was still in the system and must be re administered to cover any new injuries. Those injuries that Potter currently has were probably all incurred while he was under the influences of this potion, which means they will take at least four times as long to heal naturally, since it is obvious we can't use our wands to treat them. The good news is that any injuries Harry receives after the potion wears off will heal in the normal time frame."
"So what you're saying is that Harry's injuries will heal, it will just take longer than normal, right?" asked Remus, wanting to make sure he had caught everything the potions master had said.
"Ten points to Gryffindor" he replied sarcastically, earning himself a glare from Remus and Sirius and a slight chuckle from the headmaster.
"So what do we do now?" asked Poppy
"For now, I recommend we treat his injuries as best as we can using muggle techniques. Meanwhile, we will keep him here until the start of term and hopefully he will come around and tell us what has happened these past months" he had just turned to leave when Remus asked one final question.
"What about his friends Albus? Especially Ginny, they were all quite insistent to be allowed to see him soon."
"I believe that it would be in the best interest of them and Harry to wait until things settle down a bit. I don't think he wishes his friends to see him in such a state, and I don't think they would like to see their best friend beaten so terribly."
Remus had to admit that the headmaster had a point about Harry not wanting his friends to see him like this, but he didn't think Ginny, Ron, and Hermione would be affected by what they saw as far as the injuries, but he knew what Dumbledore had really meant. They had no idea how his friends would react once they caught sight of the dark mark on his arm.
"We will let the Weasley's know about Harry's condition immediately but I must insist the students stay home until the beginning of term."
He then left the hospital wing with Snape at his heels, leaving Remus and Sirius to go back to Harry.
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A/N: I know, I know, another boring chapter right, but it will get better once everyone goes back to school, I promise, thanks for those of you who reviewed the last chapter and please review this one as well and let me know if you thought it was good or terrible.