A Single Choice
Chapter Ten- Complications
By- IceWind
A/N:
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything in its franchise is owned by J.K Rowling and whoever else has rights to the books. I have no claim whatsoever to the characters; the plot is entirely mine though, as is any new characters that I might introduce into the story. Rating is PG-13; though it may turn to R later.
Warnings: Probably slash in later chapters… which for those who do not know what that means, it means boy/boy, yaoi, shounen-ai, or homosexuals if you want to get technical. It's AU (alternate universe) Definitely AU; nobody could mistake it for anything else. I accept constructive criticism, and flames are fine as well just as long as you don't care if I write a reply, most probably sarcastic, unless you actually had a good reason… though that would probably go under the constructive criticism column and I wouldn't do anything but thank you. ^_^
Whee! The next chapter in less than a month! *pleased look*
PeachDancer82: *grins* Nah, Lucius isn't going to teach anything to Harry like that, Harry has a schedule full of things he has to learn first. And magic wise you mean? Then yes, I would think that Harry was stronger than Draco.
Jalee: *giggles softly* I dunno, I forgot now too ^^; *wags a finger in front of your face* Again! What is with everyone assuming that they're just going to meet when they're eleven? *shuts up and smirks*
Momma-dar: I keep jumping around in ages, don't I? The last chapter they were 7, this chapter they're 11. ^^; And yes, I've figured out what house I'm putting Harry in *winks*
Rebuky: *thoughtful look* Much later *snickers* Sev will find out much later.
Purr: *blushes hotly* Unique? Aww… and you got your wish, they're eleven ^.~
Fanny chan: I like giving characters depth. Perhaps the only thing I didn't like in Rowling's books was that everything seemed so black and white to me, it was really annoying. ^^;
Smallfry: -.-; Umm… may as well tell you since you find out in this chapter. Draco is going to Hogwarts now, Harry… later on.
Zsaigais: *giggles softly* Wow, you read Aether too? ^__^ Damn, I feel all happy now. And err… Ron appears in this chapter ^^;
Xamona: *blinks… smiles sheepishly and lets go* So'k if you take some time to review, just as long as you do *giggles* Lucius isn't good! ^^; Yeah, but you know that already. I like giving my characters more depth, not everyone is fully evil (okay, perhaps Voldemort, but he has his reasons too) and not everyone is completely good. Lmao, I know what you mean, me and one other friend are the only people who read fanfiction/write it. ^^;
Kimmy/bluevanilla/shakiya/Atlantia/Frizzy/MerlinHalliwll/Anoxy(yes heh, not telling!)/DreamerofHope/Xirleb70/Auseakret/Jordan: Thanks for your comments!
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-I'm going to Hogwarts tomorrow…- Draco's voice whispered softly into Harry's mind, the other boy curled up in his bed, one arm under his head, eyes closed.
Harry yawned softly, arm reaching over and lightly stroking Ayrin's ear, his expression serene as he replied back absentmindedly, -Lucius said something like that. I'm… not going, but you know that. How was your birthday, Drake?-
Recently both boys had figured out that their link had gotten stronger, letting them to talk to each other twice a day at the most. They thought that it would get easier once Draco went to Hogwarts since the school was closer to the Malfoy Manor than the fake manor that Draco was currently staying at. Which truthfully, they were happy on discovering, yet sad at the same time that Harry wasn't allowed to go to Hogwart's as well… Lucius' reasoning was that he could give a better education than that 'fool' Dumbledore.
Which may or may not be correct, they didn't know, though both of them were of the thought that Lucius was indeed correct… they couldn't remember a time when he wasn't. Of course, it didn't stop the eleven year olds from being melancholy over the fact that they couldn't see each other yet again.
-It was fine… Vincent and Gregory came of course, as did Pansy and others. I was a bit bored to tell the truth, though Tyr had the greatest time sneaking off into some nearby woods and meeting up with a bear-
It was nice hearing Draco's voice, Harry mused to himself as he laid, sprawled on the bed. They haven't been able to talk for the past several weeks due to Harry's extreme exhaustion and Draco's busyness in getting ready to go to Hogwarts and other social events he was forced to attend. A frowned marred his face as he turned slightly, ignoring Ayrin's indignant yelp; -Wish I could have went…-
-Father wouldn't have let you, you know that. How's your training going by the way? Severus and Father seemed to have slowed down in teaching me, how about you?-
A wistful smile appeared on Harry's face as he buried his head further into his soft, downy pillow, sensing more than seeing Ayrin sneak up beside him, the wolf snuggling down by the his side. -If anything, my training has speeded up… Lucius is planning something large though I'm not sure what exactly that is. 'cissa doesn't seem to happy with him though… nor does Sev actually-
-Interesting…-
Harry shrugged slightly, even knowing that Draco couldn't see him do the movement, and shifted slightly as he reached out to rub Ayrin's fur. -Connection is cutting short…- That was true, he was starting to strain his mind to continue to reach Draco, -I'll talk to you later, Drake- A soft agreement filled his mind and Harry sighed as he snuggled down into his blankets, fully prepared to fall asleep.
Suddenly Ayrin lifted his head, completely alert from his half-drowsy state; ears flicking back as a low growl emanated from the wolf.
"Ayrin…?" Harry spoke softly, opening his eyes and propping himself up on his elbow, confusion appearing on his face, "What's…" He never had the chance to finish his question when something suddenly leapt towards him from the shadows in the corner of his room.
It was hissing furiously, large, sharp teeth diving for Harry's throat. Harry gave a strangled yelp as he dove to the side, something akin to panic in his mind, arm immediately going to where he stored his wand. He grasped the smooth wood firmly and brought it out… only to have to dodge again -tumbling off the bed and hitting the floor hard- when the thing tried to slash at him.
Too slow… He gasped and frantically tried to get up, knowing he was moving too slowly for him to dodge the creature's quick strikes. Emerald eyes were wide, panic filled. The thing leaped off the bed and slashed at him, catching the corner of his shirt, ripping through it and scoring a light gash on Harry's arm as he tried to dodge again. Breathing became heavily labored as Harry tried to get his wand up to cast a proper incantation, mind shrieking instructions to him, which he clumsily tried to obey.
Before the creature could attack once more, Ayrin suddenly launched himself towards it, the wolf clamping his powerful jaws into the creature's soft under throat, a mighty yank ripping out the thing's throat. The creature jerked as it fell over, staining the floor a crimson red, twitching slightly on the floor for several seconds before going completely still.
The only sounds in the room then were Harry's breaths, coming in and out heavily, his arm clutched to him. And then the door opened, and Lucius walked in.
For a moment Harry thought that Lucius was going to ask what happened, but then realized that the man had the calmest look on his face, as if… as if…
He knew all along.
"Why?" Harry's strangled voice raised from his throat, wand had dropped when he was slashed, the hand now clasping his bleeding wound. He ignored the biting pain; the blood that dripped slowly onto the floor, his hurt eyes fixed onto the composed gray ones.
Ayrin, having followed Harry's thoughts, suddenly growled and half lunged at the man, only to be stopped when Lucius paralyzed him with a quick spell, the black wolf falling heavily onto the floor, muffled snarls rising from his throat. Alpha does not hurt pack! Alpha does NOT! You are no alpha! The wolf disregarded his bonded who had rushed to his side, dark blue eyes staring accusingly at Lucius.
Lucius gave a soft sigh, shaking his head lightly, ignoring Harry's question for now as he looked around the trashed room, "I expected you to do better, at least fire off one spell… Harry, that is disappointing and unacceptable."
The boy scrambled up from Ayrin's side, narrowed green eyes fixed on Lucius' face, hurt shining in them clearly, "I… my own room? Why was I attacked?" He trembled lightly, wondering to himself exactly what was going on. This would not have happened without the manor informing everyone, and how did the creature get passed all of the defenses anyway? That only left one answer really, that Lucius had let the creature get into his room, but why?
The blond haired man pursed his lips slightly, "I would have hoped that you would have at least figured that out. I must say that I'm disappointed in you, I expected you to do much better." He shook his head lightly, finger lightly tapping his wand as he raised it and muttered a few spells to clean the blood off the floor… yet he didn't heal Harry, "This was a test… but I will explain tomorrow, hurry up and bind your wound! No magic either."
Harry gaped at Lucius for a moment and flinched away, his hand pressing against his wound. He glanced around for a moment before grabbing the piece of cloth that Lucius silently handed him, binding up his gash and tying a knot. Sloppily done, but it would do, and he glanced up at Lucius once more, shying away from the man, "Can you let Ayrin go?"
Lucius frowned a bit before sighing and waving his wand lightly, "Finite Incantum." With those words Ayrin was suddenly free and the wolf surged back onto his feet. Then the man glanced down towards the carcass of the thing the wolf -and not Harry his mind groused- had dispatched and promptly got rid of it. He turned without another word and strode out, calling over his shoulder, "Go to sleep, we will discuss this after I get back from seeing Draco off."
Harry just clutched Ayrin to him, an incomprehensible look upon his face.
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Draco looked around the train and platform with a slightly nervous expression before wiping it away so that no one could see it. His fingers were curled in Tyr's fur as he glanced around, wondering silently to himself what he was supposed to do now. Find Greg and Vince, that was his goal at least. He sighed softly as he made his way through the bustling crowd, vague feelings of guilt weighing down on him.
Harry had contacted him this morning, but due to his nervousness, he had been rather short with him and cut off the connection much sooner than he had too. He'd have to apologize later… Draco mentally sighed again as he glared at a nearby person who had bumped into him; Harry had sounded extremely upset as well…
Growling lightly under his breath, Draco shook his head to clear off those thoughts, muttering softly to Tyr, "Stay close to me…" The white wolf whined softly, unknowingly drawing the attention of people who were now gaping at the sight of a wolf walking calmly at the boy's side.
"Draco!"
Interrupting his sneering at the local populous, Draco turned his head towards the familiar voice, not deigning to call out loudly as did his friend did. He eyed Vince (who was pulling Greg behind him) coming towards him, the other boy grinning. As soon as they got close enough so that his words -without raising his voice- could reach them, he spoke, "Hello you two."
Greg sighed as he pulled his arm out of Vince's grasp, his gaze darting down towards Tyr as he gave a slow smile and reached over to pet the wolf on the head, which Tyr welcomed with a wag of his tail and a merry lick.
Them again! Hello! Hello! Granted, Tyr didn't seem to realize that the other two boys couldn't hear him, but continued to chatter mindlessly about things, We go on train! Looks like lots of fun! Unless train is really evil… The wolf stopped it's furious wagging of his tail, cocking his head to the side, a contemplative look stealing over his light blue eyes, Then me destroy! Yeah!
Draco gave his bonded a tolerant smile, quite used to Tyr's erratic behavior. His gaze flickered back onto Vince and Greg, "How was your summer? Did you find a empty compartment yet?" He ruffled Tyr's fur lightly, ignoring the faint sounds of protest his bonded gave off.
"Summer went fine, father tried to teach me and Vince things, but…" Greg trailed off, shaking his head lightly, "You know that we don't do so well, like you do." He sighed as the three of them started to move into the train, "and yeah, Vince found this empty compartment and we threatened a few people that they weren't supposed to take it."
Amusement lit up Draco's silver eyes. Greg and Vince may be a bit slower in things than others, but they sure were handy for backup. Though it was kind of sad how everyone seemed to stereotype them… Vince and Greg weren't that dumb, they just didn't learn as fast as other people, they had perfectly adequate skills elsewhere.
When they reached the compartment, Draco sat down with a faint sigh, ignoring everyone else for a moment. Tyr laid sprawled at his feet, the white wolf closing its eyes and trying to go to sleep.
"You miss your friend?"
Draco's eyes shot open at that remark and he looked around furiously to see if there was anyone else listening except for Vince and Greg. Seeing no one else, he sighed in relief, momentarily ignoring their amused looks. He narrowed his eyes slightly at the duo, "Are you trying to give me a heart attack? You know very well that I can't talk about my friend…" He groaned softly, "I shouldn't have even mentioned him to you."
Vince chuckled lightly, the large boy placing himself at the end of the other seat, ignoring Greg who sat down next to him, his eyes curiously looking at Draco, "It isn't as if you mentioned who he was to us. Just that he was some friend that you're not supposed to talk about, but missed greatly."
A faint smile came upon Draco's face, "Yes, but… I'd rather not talk about it now. Anyway," he switched subjects deftly, "think you're going to make it into Slytherin?" Faint amusement appeared in his silver eyes.
Greg raised his right shoulder in a half shrug, "Probably, we'll follow -or try to anyway- you, but you'll be in Slytherin, right? Being a Malfoy and all." He suddenly turned in his seat towards the door, which had opened, and he looked at the red-headed boy in confusion, his face suddenly getting blank and stony.
…Red-hair, freckles, looks like he needs more than a patch up job for his robes, that must be a Weasley, Draco mused silently to himself, feeling as if the temperature in the compartment dropped a few degrees. Greg and Vince looked on edge, though that was kind of understandable considering that they didn't have many good experiences with stranger.
"A Weasley, aren't you?" Draco's voice drawled out slowly as he looked condescendingly upon the boy's style of clothes. Seeing how young the other was, and the slightly lost look in his expression, then one would have to deduce that the other was a first year, like them.
Ron narrowed his eyes a bit, spitting out venomously, "Malfoy."
Perhaps he stumbled into the wrong compartment, Draco thought silently to himself. Then again, he really didn't care; it was a Weasley for gods sakes. He was a Malfoy and thus above any low-classed pureblood like the Weasley's, who were a disgrace to their class. He sneered at the other boy, "Glad you know your betters."
Ron twitched and glared angrily at the other boy, not daring to do anything since Vince and Greg were flanking Draco's side and a rather vicious looking wolf was currently lying across the boy's feet. He sniffed disdainfully, "You wish."
A pathetic comeback really, but all Draco wanted right now was for the other boy to go away. And he was saved by two other Weasley's barreling through and dragging their brother off, ignoring them all, and cackling to each other about experiments… really, he didn't want to know.
"That… was a bit strange."
Trust Greg to state the obvious, but Draco couldn't help but chuckle a bit, nestle down in his seat and close his eyes. "Yes, whatever, wake me when we get to Hogwarts, will you?" He heard their murmured assents and slowly drifted off into sleep.
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Harry was not having a good morning. First, his arm hurt like hell, second, Draco had seemed remarkably short with him, angry almost. Third, he was going to have to talk to Lucius, who was back already, about what happened last night, and he really did not want to disappoint the other man again. It was probably a good thing that Lucius suspended the explanation until later since he had been greatly hurt and mad at the man for putting him through all of that and not caring…
But… he knew it was for a good cause, and it was for his training. At least he thought it was for his training anyway. He just… wished that he had a clue on what was happening, been prepared. Harry expelled a soft sigh, glancing down at Ayrin before looking up and staring at the study room's mahogany doors. "Damn…"
I thought shorter alpha didn't want you to say words like that anymore Ayrin wagged his tail once, trying to cheer up his bonded, his mind half forgetting the incidents that had happened. That was the strange thing about Astrali wolves, they remember and they forget random things, or they choose not to care. Their thinking wasn't like human's, similar, but not the same.
Harry gave a wan grin towards the wolf, plucking up his courage as he opened the door and eyed Lucius who was sitting down in front of the fireplace. He peeked at the man who seemed to be doing nothing but staring off into space and drinking expensive wine, calling out uncertainly, "Lucius…?"
The man shifted slightly and slide his gray eyes towards him, Lucius frowning a bit as he gestured to the chair opposite of him, his voice cool, "Sit, Harry." He sloshed the contents in his glass a bit before taking a light sip, eyes contemplative and brooding as he thought to himself.
Ayrin padded towards the chair and lay down beside it, the wolf quiet. Harry followed and sat down gingerly, stroking the soft velvet absentmindedly, his emerald green eyes fixed upon Lucius. Before he had the chance to speak, Lucius spoke first.
"You know that I'm doing this for your own good? The Malfoys?"
Harry sighed, "Yes." It was true, he was thinking about this last night as well. Lucius never did anything without a good reason behind it, his reasoning was absolutely perfect and convincing. He just wished… that sometimes he would know beforehand, that he would be able to do stuff that he wanted to do and not for the good of the Malfoys or himself.
"Do you really?" Lucius leaned forward, his eyes narrowed slightly at Harry, inquisitive, searching.
The boy blanched slightly, before answering back smoothly, trying to stay confidant, "We must defeat Voldemort for the injustice he dealt upon our family," he spoke the words as if it was something he spoke (or heard) every day, "and we will give him no mercy. That is why I am being trained, that is why Draco was sent off…" Harry's eyes darkened a bit when he spoke the last sentence before he gave his head a brief shake, continuing on, "I understand, I just… was a bit angry." He spoke in a subdued manner.
A faint sigh escaped Lucius' lips, "Understandable." He leaned back into his chair, eyeing the boy before him silently, "Very well then, I shall tell you what happened last night." A faint smile appeared on his face when he saw Harry seem to perk up with attention, "My boy, you did miserably." He saw the boy pout and chuckled softly, "Then again, you feel completely safe here, not expecting an attack, were you?"
"No."
He went on, "I am sorry, but that is unacceptable. You are going to be aware at all times, you are going to be wary at all times, and you are going to learn how to fight without the help of Ayrin." Lucius did not like the look of pure shock that Harry shot him.
Harry blinked rapidly before stammering out, "But… why?" He shuddered to himself, thinking -rightly so- that he was now going to get ambushed every single day of his life. His hand automatically dropped to hide comfortingly in Ayrin's dark fur, half-hearing the low whine coming from the wolf.
"Because you will not be ready unless it is so."
The boy hung his head, looking down at his dark robes remorsefully, sighing softly to himself as he curled a leg under himself. Finally he peeked through his ebony hair at Lucius, asking softly, "What was that thing last night? That… creature that Ayrin killed?"
Lucius looked at the boy thoughtfully, finally saying, "It was a magical construct, not really alive, but able to mimic creature's movements perfectly. When you get better, I'll have the constructs be… 'upgraded' if you will, so that they surpass what skills of the creature they mimic, and go up to a higher level. That's so you'll never be lax, there will always be something just as good as you to learn off from."
"It wasn't real then…" Harry's voice sounded softly relieved.
"No, but perhaps one day I'll let loose 'real' creatures. Harry, you must get used to this, fighting and if need be, killing." Lucius paused before continuing on, "Constructs are now going to attack you when you least expect it. When you sleep, eat, shower, play… There is no time when they will never attack you, you must be alert at all times, hear me?"
"Yes, Lucius."
The man sighed a bit, "Narcissa and Severus are aware of what I'm doing, don't think of being lax just because you're with them." He saw Harry's nod and went on briskly, "And no magical healing for the wounds you obtain from these creatures."
Harry's head shot up, his eyes wide, "What?!" This was going to be even harder than he expected. Why can't he heal himself? What's the use of magic if you couldn't heal yourself automatically?
Lucius smiled privately to himself, "It's partly for the lesson and partly to be prudent," at Harry's blank look he shook his head and went on, "You'll be less eager to do foolish things and you'll work harder at your skills if you feel the repercussions of what you have done. That is part of the reason why none of us is going to help you with your wounds." At the boy's slow nod, he continued lightly, "And besides, what if you cannot heal yourself -for whatever reason- after the battle? This'll condition you, toughen you up."
A sigh escaped Harry's mouth, apparently things were going to get worse for him.
"A couple last things."
Harry's head jerked back up and he suppressed a groan. What else could there be? All he could think about right now were days filled with fending off strange creatures that want to kill him and Lucius (or 'cissa, or Sev for that matter) just standing off to the side and watching.
The man gave a half smile at Harry's look, "Ayrin is not going to help you unless it's life threatening," he raised a hand to forestall the comment that Harry was going to make, "And you're gaining a new instructor."
…Again?! That's all Harry could think of as his mouth echoed the word, "Again?!" What else could they be teaching him? They were already teaching him about every subject (except for divination) that could be found in Hogwarts, what else could there be left to learn?
Ayrin, sensing his bonded's incredulous state, raised his head higher and gave Harry a light lick on the cheek, Tall alpha knows what he is doing, yes?
Harry mumbled a soft 'traitor' towards Ayrin, bemoaning the fact that the wolf seemed to change its mind so quickly, so many times. Wasn't Ayrin furious over last night? Didn't the wolf want to rip out Lucius' throat the last time he checked? Why was he stuck with such a fickle bonded anyway? But he accepted the licks and gave the wolf a reluctant pat on the head.
Lucius gave a secret smile, "Yes, again. And you'll find out when the man gets here…"
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"The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours." McGonagall finished speaking.
Draco stared around the castle with curious eyes, taking in the stone walls and floors, the tapestries and multitudes of paintings. He waited with Greg and Vince, finally pinning his gaze at a tattered and old looking hat on top of a three-legged stool. He remarked quietly, ignoring the gazes bestowed upon the group of first years, "Kind of ugly, isn't it?"
Vince and Greg gave soft chuckles in reply, about to answer him back when suddenly a tear was seen along the brim, opening and the hat actually sang to them.
"Oh you may not think me pretty,But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unfraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
No surprise flickered in Draco's silver eyes, like it had in others, he had heard about the sorting and how it was done from his father. But he watched with undisguised curiosity the way Professor McGonagall strode up and started calling out names, how each person walked up and put the Sorting Hat on top of their heads. He was almost fully confident that he would be put into Slytherin… every Malfoy (except the occasional Ravenclaw, but that wasn't really talked about) was put into that house.
Finally his name was called, "Draco Malfoy."
He ignored the knowing glances of some, the glares of others (mainly Ron Weasley) and walked up towards the Sorting Hat, sparing a brief glance at Greg and Vince (who had been sorted into Slytherin). Tyr padded faithfully at his heels, a ring of hushed whispers coming from the people.
Before Draco came, his father sent a note to Dumbledore explaining the situation with him and Tyr, Dumbledore allowing Draco to bring the wolf as long as he doesn't cause any harm upon the students. Granted, that didn't mean that anyone else knew that, and so everyone was watching the wolf move with scared eyes.
Draco calmly sat upon the stool, took the Sorting Hat and put it on, before it could even start to talk to him, he murmured softly, "Slytherin, as you know very well, is the house that I want… no need to get in to."
"Hmmm… Interesting, interesting, not giving me a choice, eh?"
A smirk tugged on Draco's lips, "Not really."
"Very well, but be forewarned that I wouldn't have put you in this house if I truly did believe that you didn't belong there. You shall be in… SLYTHERIN!" The hat crowed out the last part loudly so that everyone could hear it, taking a remarkably short time to sort Draco out.
Draco took off the hat and walked over to where Vince and Greg were saving him a seat, so sure they were that he would get into Slytherin. He saw his new housemates cheer and clap, though the other houses seemed to ignore him, or just continue to glare at him (Weasley again).
After what seemed to be a long time (and a pleasant feast) Draco finally stumbled off into bed, feeling rather than seeing Tyr climb up after him. He draped a lazy arm around the wolf's shoulders as he sent out his mind to contact Harry's.
And hit what seemed to be a mental brick wall.
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By the gods… this was a long chapter ^^; Well, for me anyway. *shrugs* Hope you guys liked it… I really, really dislike the first part and the last part *twitch* But the middle parts are okay! *sheepish grin* Yeah, I'd say only read the middle parts, but that would be stupid and you would be missing stuff -.-; Ah well…
Hey, at least this chapter didn't take an entire month to write! *gives her most winning smile* Especially since I've written another chapter for a different fic in the mean time. I feel all proud of myself. Anyway, Lucius is still seeming like an ass *twitch* and I need to use Narcissa more. -.-; Right, next chapter is more Narcissa, and a better seeming Lucius! *cackles*
Now see what you guys keep thinking? You guys thought that I was going to have Draco and Harry meet up in Hogwarts didn't you? *evil, devious look* Well you're wrong! HA! *cackles insanely* They'll meet up in Hogwarts sooner or later, don't worry about it. *giggles*
Important: Harry with glasses or Harry without? I can't seem to make up my mind… Yeah, kinda late to be thinking about this, but whatever *shrugs*
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