A/N: So how did everyone enjoy OotP? I LOVED it, read it in two days.
Feel free to leave your comments in a review-tell me what you thought!
Anyway, on to business...
Oh dear, my longest absence so far... over four months! I'm so sorry. I'll be editing this story and making it longer, etc. I already edited the prologue. But for now, don't worry and enjoy Chapter Nine! (Read and review, as always.)
Voldemort's Worst Scandal
Chapter Nine
Harry At Last
Harry Potter suddenly awakened, dazed, and, upon opening his eyes, flinched and quickly shut them again and covered his face with his hands. Light streamed in at him from many tall, arched, slender windows that reminded him of windows from a church, only without the stained glass. Harry groaned and opened his eyes little by little until he was accustomed to the brightness. He realized that the reason it was so bright was that the sun was beginning to set and so the light was coming straight at him. He fumbled for his glasses, finally finding them on what felt like a rough wooden table. When he put on his glasses, he opened, for the first time, the doorway from one world to another.
And he was amazed at what he saw.
He lie in a room full of cots that were floating in the air. They were covered with a single white blanket of some flowing material. It looked like a medieval version of a hospital. There were moving portraits hung off of the stone wall, just like... just like at Hogwarts! It was a hospital wing! But where was this? This hospital wing was smaller than the one at Hogwarts, where he had experienced a lot of the most important times in his life: the time when he had all of the bones in his arm re- grown, the time when he fell off of his broomstick in Quidditch, when Hermione and the others had been Petrified in their second year, the memories were numerous.
Harry got up off of the bed and immediately felt a bit dizzy. He was just starting to wonder what he was going to do when suddenly four people walked into the room, wearing strange clothes and chatting quietly. There were two women, wearing long, flowing robes, and two men wearing breeches and tunics with swords at their belts. Harry thought he recognized them from somewhere, but he wasn't sure where it might have been.
As soon as the four people noticed that he was standing up, they hurried over to him. One, a short, plump woman with thick strawberry-blonde hair that was pulled back into a braid, said to him, "How are you feeling, dear? Did you get enough rest?" When she talked, her crystal blue eyes shimmered and her double chin wobbled a little. Her yellow robes combined with her appearance hinted that she was a very jolly person indeed. Harry was strongly reminded of a younger Mrs. Weasley.
A bit dazed, Harry managed, "Yes, thank you, but may I ask you a question?"
The woman nodded empathetically with a smile, so Harry continued slowly, "Not to be rude or anything, but who are you, and where am I?"
She smiled at the others, and Harry wondered why. Then a bearded man with black hair stepped forward. He wore a green tunic with black breeches, and the sheath of his sword said something that Harry couldn't quite make out with all of this sunshine blasting in his face.
"I," the man started, "am Salazar Slytherin. Pleased to meet your acquaintance." He shook Harry's hand. Salazar's grip was very firm, and- wait! Salazar?
"Y-you're Salazar Slytherin?" Harry asked in amazement. "You can't be, you died a thousand years ago; this is impossible!"
He looked around at the others, and they were all regarding him with puzzled expressions. He continued, "Then you're Godric Gryffindor?" A man in dark red breeches and a white tunic nodded. He looked friendly and confused, but still kind. He had reddish brown hair. Harry said, "And you're Rowena Ravenclaw, right?" Rowena smiled and nodded curtly. She had on flowing midnight blue robes and carried a leather-bound book in her hands. Harry automatically sensed that she meant business. Finally, he turned to the woman who had first approached him, the one in the yellow robes, and said, "So you must be Helga Hufflepuff." She nodded with a sympathetic smile.
As a sudden realization dawned on Harry, he asked in a weak whisper, "What year is it?"
And Rowena Ravenclaw answered, a year that dripped with heaviness onto Harry's mind, "The year of our Lord 987."
He backed up against a cold stone wall, disbelieving. Here he was, talking to the Founders of Hogwarts-the Founders of Hogwarts! -and in the year 987! It was impossible, unreal. He wished he had Hermione there to work everything out; she was so smart it would take her maybe three seconds.
"It can't be," he said firmly, shaking his head and feeling the dizziness return to his head. "It was the year 1997 when I was at Hogwarts-"
Godric looked at him strangely. "What do you mean, my boy? You are at Hogwarts, and it is the first Wizarding School in Britain, I'm proud to say. Naturally it is the year 987; it is the school's fifth year in existence. Come now, let us go and discuss this over a drink, shall we?"
"Or," interjected Helga, "You could lie down a bit if you'd like, dear, you look like you have an awful headache."
"No, thank you," Harry said, "I think a drink will be just fine. I'm just a bit lightheaded, that's all. I'm Harry Potter, by the way."
They all nodded and smiled and started moving toward the door. Harry followed them, with a broad smile on his face. This was the first time since he had entered the wizarding world that he had told someone his name and they hadn't been all over him. He shivered as he remembered the remarks people in the future had made: things about his scar, how he defeated the Dark Lord, and whatever else, and then how they had all gone away after a bit, satisfied that they had shaken Harry Potter's hand and perhaps gotten his autograph, probably never to see him again.
Rowena Ravenclaw interrupted his thoughts, saying, "Harry, if you don't mind, I'd like to see you in the library after we dine."
She said this not as a question, but more like a kind demand. It reminded Harry of how a mother might say something like, "And if you don't mind, dear, I'd like you to put on a scarf before you go out." Of course, it wasn't like he could remember ever having a mother, thanks to Voldemort, let alone have her tell him to put on a scarf.
As they walked to the Great Hall, Harry noticed that the Hogwarts he was in was much smaller than the Hogwarts of 1997. The Great Hall was the same size, but the hospital wing had been smaller, and the corridors were almost nowhere near familiar. He inwardly chided himself, "Well, of course they're not familiar, this is a thousand years before the Hogwarts I know."
They sat down at chairs in the room. The Great Hall was set up much like it was in Harry's day, with the four long tables. But instead of the tables being one long table that ran all the way down the Great Hall, they were kind of split in half, so there were two tables in a long row, with the four original rows. Harry, Helga, Salazar, Godric, and Rowena sat at the high table.
The Founders called upon a house-elf to fetch him a goblet of pumpkin juice, which was apparently a delicacy around here. Harry sipped it and watched as more house-elves brought out food for them. First, there was tomato soup with a garnish that appeared to be rosemary. Then, the house- elves brought out a meat course. It seemed that Hogwarts hadn't yet adapted the system where the food appeared on command.
There were all sorts of meats, many of which Harry couldn't recognize. There was roasted boar, and something resembling chicken along with the other undistinguishable ones. Harry eagerly tried a little of every type, so that he could tell everyone about it when he got back.
After they ate meat, the house-elves cleared the table swiftly and brought out a vegetable course, with corn, potatoes, pumpkins, squash, anything Harry could think of was there. Then came fruit, several wines (Harry was a "good boy" and only had a sip of one), bread, and finally dessert, which consisted mostly of pies and cakes with some puddings thrown in here and there. Harry ate until he was thoroughly stuffed, and then he sat back and waited for the Founders to finish. Rowena Ravenclaw was first.
"Well," she said to the other Founders, "I'd like to have a talk with Mr. Potter in the library. We shall be back in a while." Helga and Salazar nodded, and Godric grunted while his teeth were sunk deep into a huge turkey leg. Rowena's nose crinkled slightly, and her mouth opened a bit as though she were about to chastise Godric for not eating properly. Apparently she changed her mind, though, because she silently stood up and bid Harry to follow her.
He did so, and they went silently through many corridors until Rowena stopped at a set of double doors. They were made of oak and had been intricately carved with the Hogwarts crest, although it looked different than it did in Harry's time. This crest was just a dragon on a shield, with a banner bearing the legend "Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titallandus". Harry smirked and thought to himself, Never tickle a sleeping dragon...what a great motto.
His thoughts were abruptly cut short when Rowena threw open the oaken doors and revealed a library that would have impressed Hermione Granger far more than the one that existed at Hogwarts in his time. This library was bright and organized, full to the brim with tens of thousands of books that sat on polished shelves. The room was circular, which led Harry to believe that it was in a tower. The floor was polished and there were many little rag rugs scattered around at the foot of comfortable-looking armchairs similar to those in Harry's time's Gryffindor common room. In addition to the private armchairs, there were normal library tables made of some dark wood and surrounded by chairs of the same material. Rowena led him to one of these tables.
After they sat down, Rowena looked at him through serious eyes and said, "Harry, I want you to tell me a few things."
"Well...all right, I guess. But won't that change the future? Couldn't it mess up the way time worked?" he inquired.
"Harry. This is extremely important. There is no harm in telling someone something, for I shall not be sharing this information with anyone else. It just might prove useful if anything should arise."
"Uh, well, what do you want to know?" Harry asked. He still didn't like the whole idea of telling her what was going on in the future.
"How much do you know about ancient Hogwarts?" asked Rowena. Her eyes seemed to bore into him, and when he answered her, she started writing it down.
"All I know, really, is mostly about the Chamber of Secrets," Harry said. "Oh, and there was-"
"What was the Chamber of Secrets?" Rowena asked curiously. Harry knew he probably shouldn't tell her, but he did anyway, just so as not to make any new enemies. He was in a strange world without allies, and needed more friends than nemesis's.
"It started out as a legend, really, that Salazar Slytherin had built a secret chamber far beneath the school, and he put inside it a monster that could only be controlled by the Heir of Slytherin. He built it before he left the school. In my second year, there were a lot of occasions where people were Petrified, and messages left on a wall saying that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened. After a girl was brought into the Chamber, the school was going to close. But my friend and I found the Chamber by opening it-the only way to get inside was to speak Parseltongue. I can, and so could Slytherin.
"Inside the Chamber, there was a basilisk left there by Salazar. I encountered it and the one who could control it, Tom Riddle, who is now Voldemort, the most feared dark wizard of our time. He killed my parents, and he caused the basilisk to kill a little girl while he was at Hogwarts. But I ended up killing the basilisk and we all got out all right. Got rid of Tom, too." He then fell silent and stared very hard at a knot in the dark wood of the table before him.
"I knew it! Salazar is up to something!" Rowena exclaimed. "Everything with this school has been perfectly fine, until earlier this year, when we had an argument. Godric wants to teach all the heroes, the soldiers' sons or warriors' daughters. Salazar doesn't care who he teaches as long as they're pure-blooded. I personally prefer to teach the students who are intelligent and enjoy learning, and Helga takes anyone. So basically she gets the students who aren't as smart, are half-blooded, and aren't famous.
"It all worked out perfectly. The students would take a short entrance exam, to give us an idea of his or her educational background, and then we would have a conference with the student to find out about their family, and if they were famous. Then we would decide based on what our information shows.
"But then this year, a new problem presented itself to us. We started getting students who are both pure-blooded and famous, or smart and famous, or pure-blooded and smart. Then we would have to argue about whose house the student would be in. Godric and Salazar, once the best of friends, got into the biggest row. They had just drawn their swords when I walked in and stopped them. Then Helga was upset that she got all of the students no one else wanted.
"All of this bothers me because with all of this fighting we've been doing, we've almost lost our initial purpose for starting the school: to teach all of what we know to those who need educating. We wanted to spread magic, to let it be spread throughout the wizarding world and give people learning opportunities. Helga has presented to us a very good point. We shouldn't try to choose who to teach, we should just teach for the love of doing so. But by the time we realized this it was too late. We have waded in too deep. We all want to defend our own opinions rather than compromise. What you saw earlier, the friendliness between us, is just a charade. Every night we gather and argue for hours, sometimes. I swear, we are about to declare war. And now you have shown me a reason." Rowena finished her speech by twirling her long wavy brown hair through her fingertips.
"Wow," Harry said, astonished, "You lot certainly have a lot of problems. Might want to check into therapy, I've heard it works wonders."
A/N: So there you are, you finally got to see Harry and the Founders! Thanks for putting up with me! I had Ruxi, an artist at Artistic Alley, draw Malachi and Allegra! I'll put spaces in between the link so it won't be deleted. So here's the link! Type it above to see them! Again, it's by Ruxi: g e o c i t i e s . c o m / r u x i _ h e h e / a t t . j p g
Check it out! Now to those who reviewed:
AgiVega: Thanks for the review! Yes, it's a pity that Lucius survived! Haha. Oh and I've been checking out your art at both Gryffindor Tower and Phoenixtears, and I wanted to congratulate you on how well you draw! Great job!
nut job: Here's the site again, sorry it didn't show up! This is just one of the ones I used. I'll try to track down the others! It's w w w . v e r n a l s p i r i t . c o m / g e m s t o n e s / g e m _ m e a n i n g s . h t m Hope it's useful!
White Satin: Thanks for all the reviews, wow, really appreciate it! That's a lot of reviews..thanks again!
Bamboo Anime: Cool that you'll be going to NYC! I wish I could! How did you like OotP? Loved it, personally. OMG, I loved the "Pirates of the Caribbean" movie! Helps that Johnny Depp and ESPECIALLY Orlando Bloom are in it..hehehe, I've seen it 3 times already and am planning on more. Thanks for the review!
Padfoot Hoshi: LOL, you reviewed just in time! I had just finished this new chapter! Hope your sanity is spared for the moment! Hahaha. Thanks for the review!
Oh dear, my longest absence so far... over four months! I'm so sorry. I'll be editing this story and making it longer, etc. I already edited the prologue. But for now, don't worry and enjoy Chapter Nine! (Read and review, as always.)
Voldemort's Worst Scandal
Chapter Nine
Harry At Last
Harry Potter suddenly awakened, dazed, and, upon opening his eyes, flinched and quickly shut them again and covered his face with his hands. Light streamed in at him from many tall, arched, slender windows that reminded him of windows from a church, only without the stained glass. Harry groaned and opened his eyes little by little until he was accustomed to the brightness. He realized that the reason it was so bright was that the sun was beginning to set and so the light was coming straight at him. He fumbled for his glasses, finally finding them on what felt like a rough wooden table. When he put on his glasses, he opened, for the first time, the doorway from one world to another.
And he was amazed at what he saw.
He lie in a room full of cots that were floating in the air. They were covered with a single white blanket of some flowing material. It looked like a medieval version of a hospital. There were moving portraits hung off of the stone wall, just like... just like at Hogwarts! It was a hospital wing! But where was this? This hospital wing was smaller than the one at Hogwarts, where he had experienced a lot of the most important times in his life: the time when he had all of the bones in his arm re- grown, the time when he fell off of his broomstick in Quidditch, when Hermione and the others had been Petrified in their second year, the memories were numerous.
Harry got up off of the bed and immediately felt a bit dizzy. He was just starting to wonder what he was going to do when suddenly four people walked into the room, wearing strange clothes and chatting quietly. There were two women, wearing long, flowing robes, and two men wearing breeches and tunics with swords at their belts. Harry thought he recognized them from somewhere, but he wasn't sure where it might have been.
As soon as the four people noticed that he was standing up, they hurried over to him. One, a short, plump woman with thick strawberry-blonde hair that was pulled back into a braid, said to him, "How are you feeling, dear? Did you get enough rest?" When she talked, her crystal blue eyes shimmered and her double chin wobbled a little. Her yellow robes combined with her appearance hinted that she was a very jolly person indeed. Harry was strongly reminded of a younger Mrs. Weasley.
A bit dazed, Harry managed, "Yes, thank you, but may I ask you a question?"
The woman nodded empathetically with a smile, so Harry continued slowly, "Not to be rude or anything, but who are you, and where am I?"
She smiled at the others, and Harry wondered why. Then a bearded man with black hair stepped forward. He wore a green tunic with black breeches, and the sheath of his sword said something that Harry couldn't quite make out with all of this sunshine blasting in his face.
"I," the man started, "am Salazar Slytherin. Pleased to meet your acquaintance." He shook Harry's hand. Salazar's grip was very firm, and- wait! Salazar?
"Y-you're Salazar Slytherin?" Harry asked in amazement. "You can't be, you died a thousand years ago; this is impossible!"
He looked around at the others, and they were all regarding him with puzzled expressions. He continued, "Then you're Godric Gryffindor?" A man in dark red breeches and a white tunic nodded. He looked friendly and confused, but still kind. He had reddish brown hair. Harry said, "And you're Rowena Ravenclaw, right?" Rowena smiled and nodded curtly. She had on flowing midnight blue robes and carried a leather-bound book in her hands. Harry automatically sensed that she meant business. Finally, he turned to the woman who had first approached him, the one in the yellow robes, and said, "So you must be Helga Hufflepuff." She nodded with a sympathetic smile.
As a sudden realization dawned on Harry, he asked in a weak whisper, "What year is it?"
And Rowena Ravenclaw answered, a year that dripped with heaviness onto Harry's mind, "The year of our Lord 987."
He backed up against a cold stone wall, disbelieving. Here he was, talking to the Founders of Hogwarts-the Founders of Hogwarts! -and in the year 987! It was impossible, unreal. He wished he had Hermione there to work everything out; she was so smart it would take her maybe three seconds.
"It can't be," he said firmly, shaking his head and feeling the dizziness return to his head. "It was the year 1997 when I was at Hogwarts-"
Godric looked at him strangely. "What do you mean, my boy? You are at Hogwarts, and it is the first Wizarding School in Britain, I'm proud to say. Naturally it is the year 987; it is the school's fifth year in existence. Come now, let us go and discuss this over a drink, shall we?"
"Or," interjected Helga, "You could lie down a bit if you'd like, dear, you look like you have an awful headache."
"No, thank you," Harry said, "I think a drink will be just fine. I'm just a bit lightheaded, that's all. I'm Harry Potter, by the way."
They all nodded and smiled and started moving toward the door. Harry followed them, with a broad smile on his face. This was the first time since he had entered the wizarding world that he had told someone his name and they hadn't been all over him. He shivered as he remembered the remarks people in the future had made: things about his scar, how he defeated the Dark Lord, and whatever else, and then how they had all gone away after a bit, satisfied that they had shaken Harry Potter's hand and perhaps gotten his autograph, probably never to see him again.
Rowena Ravenclaw interrupted his thoughts, saying, "Harry, if you don't mind, I'd like to see you in the library after we dine."
She said this not as a question, but more like a kind demand. It reminded Harry of how a mother might say something like, "And if you don't mind, dear, I'd like you to put on a scarf before you go out." Of course, it wasn't like he could remember ever having a mother, thanks to Voldemort, let alone have her tell him to put on a scarf.
As they walked to the Great Hall, Harry noticed that the Hogwarts he was in was much smaller than the Hogwarts of 1997. The Great Hall was the same size, but the hospital wing had been smaller, and the corridors were almost nowhere near familiar. He inwardly chided himself, "Well, of course they're not familiar, this is a thousand years before the Hogwarts I know."
They sat down at chairs in the room. The Great Hall was set up much like it was in Harry's day, with the four long tables. But instead of the tables being one long table that ran all the way down the Great Hall, they were kind of split in half, so there were two tables in a long row, with the four original rows. Harry, Helga, Salazar, Godric, and Rowena sat at the high table.
The Founders called upon a house-elf to fetch him a goblet of pumpkin juice, which was apparently a delicacy around here. Harry sipped it and watched as more house-elves brought out food for them. First, there was tomato soup with a garnish that appeared to be rosemary. Then, the house- elves brought out a meat course. It seemed that Hogwarts hadn't yet adapted the system where the food appeared on command.
There were all sorts of meats, many of which Harry couldn't recognize. There was roasted boar, and something resembling chicken along with the other undistinguishable ones. Harry eagerly tried a little of every type, so that he could tell everyone about it when he got back.
After they ate meat, the house-elves cleared the table swiftly and brought out a vegetable course, with corn, potatoes, pumpkins, squash, anything Harry could think of was there. Then came fruit, several wines (Harry was a "good boy" and only had a sip of one), bread, and finally dessert, which consisted mostly of pies and cakes with some puddings thrown in here and there. Harry ate until he was thoroughly stuffed, and then he sat back and waited for the Founders to finish. Rowena Ravenclaw was first.
"Well," she said to the other Founders, "I'd like to have a talk with Mr. Potter in the library. We shall be back in a while." Helga and Salazar nodded, and Godric grunted while his teeth were sunk deep into a huge turkey leg. Rowena's nose crinkled slightly, and her mouth opened a bit as though she were about to chastise Godric for not eating properly. Apparently she changed her mind, though, because she silently stood up and bid Harry to follow her.
He did so, and they went silently through many corridors until Rowena stopped at a set of double doors. They were made of oak and had been intricately carved with the Hogwarts crest, although it looked different than it did in Harry's time. This crest was just a dragon on a shield, with a banner bearing the legend "Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titallandus". Harry smirked and thought to himself, Never tickle a sleeping dragon...what a great motto.
His thoughts were abruptly cut short when Rowena threw open the oaken doors and revealed a library that would have impressed Hermione Granger far more than the one that existed at Hogwarts in his time. This library was bright and organized, full to the brim with tens of thousands of books that sat on polished shelves. The room was circular, which led Harry to believe that it was in a tower. The floor was polished and there were many little rag rugs scattered around at the foot of comfortable-looking armchairs similar to those in Harry's time's Gryffindor common room. In addition to the private armchairs, there were normal library tables made of some dark wood and surrounded by chairs of the same material. Rowena led him to one of these tables.
After they sat down, Rowena looked at him through serious eyes and said, "Harry, I want you to tell me a few things."
"Well...all right, I guess. But won't that change the future? Couldn't it mess up the way time worked?" he inquired.
"Harry. This is extremely important. There is no harm in telling someone something, for I shall not be sharing this information with anyone else. It just might prove useful if anything should arise."
"Uh, well, what do you want to know?" Harry asked. He still didn't like the whole idea of telling her what was going on in the future.
"How much do you know about ancient Hogwarts?" asked Rowena. Her eyes seemed to bore into him, and when he answered her, she started writing it down.
"All I know, really, is mostly about the Chamber of Secrets," Harry said. "Oh, and there was-"
"What was the Chamber of Secrets?" Rowena asked curiously. Harry knew he probably shouldn't tell her, but he did anyway, just so as not to make any new enemies. He was in a strange world without allies, and needed more friends than nemesis's.
"It started out as a legend, really, that Salazar Slytherin had built a secret chamber far beneath the school, and he put inside it a monster that could only be controlled by the Heir of Slytherin. He built it before he left the school. In my second year, there were a lot of occasions where people were Petrified, and messages left on a wall saying that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened. After a girl was brought into the Chamber, the school was going to close. But my friend and I found the Chamber by opening it-the only way to get inside was to speak Parseltongue. I can, and so could Slytherin.
"Inside the Chamber, there was a basilisk left there by Salazar. I encountered it and the one who could control it, Tom Riddle, who is now Voldemort, the most feared dark wizard of our time. He killed my parents, and he caused the basilisk to kill a little girl while he was at Hogwarts. But I ended up killing the basilisk and we all got out all right. Got rid of Tom, too." He then fell silent and stared very hard at a knot in the dark wood of the table before him.
"I knew it! Salazar is up to something!" Rowena exclaimed. "Everything with this school has been perfectly fine, until earlier this year, when we had an argument. Godric wants to teach all the heroes, the soldiers' sons or warriors' daughters. Salazar doesn't care who he teaches as long as they're pure-blooded. I personally prefer to teach the students who are intelligent and enjoy learning, and Helga takes anyone. So basically she gets the students who aren't as smart, are half-blooded, and aren't famous.
"It all worked out perfectly. The students would take a short entrance exam, to give us an idea of his or her educational background, and then we would have a conference with the student to find out about their family, and if they were famous. Then we would decide based on what our information shows.
"But then this year, a new problem presented itself to us. We started getting students who are both pure-blooded and famous, or smart and famous, or pure-blooded and smart. Then we would have to argue about whose house the student would be in. Godric and Salazar, once the best of friends, got into the biggest row. They had just drawn their swords when I walked in and stopped them. Then Helga was upset that she got all of the students no one else wanted.
"All of this bothers me because with all of this fighting we've been doing, we've almost lost our initial purpose for starting the school: to teach all of what we know to those who need educating. We wanted to spread magic, to let it be spread throughout the wizarding world and give people learning opportunities. Helga has presented to us a very good point. We shouldn't try to choose who to teach, we should just teach for the love of doing so. But by the time we realized this it was too late. We have waded in too deep. We all want to defend our own opinions rather than compromise. What you saw earlier, the friendliness between us, is just a charade. Every night we gather and argue for hours, sometimes. I swear, we are about to declare war. And now you have shown me a reason." Rowena finished her speech by twirling her long wavy brown hair through her fingertips.
"Wow," Harry said, astonished, "You lot certainly have a lot of problems. Might want to check into therapy, I've heard it works wonders."
A/N: So there you are, you finally got to see Harry and the Founders! Thanks for putting up with me! I had Ruxi, an artist at Artistic Alley, draw Malachi and Allegra! I'll put spaces in between the link so it won't be deleted. So here's the link! Type it above to see them! Again, it's by Ruxi: g e o c i t i e s . c o m / r u x i _ h e h e / a t t . j p g
Check it out! Now to those who reviewed:
AgiVega: Thanks for the review! Yes, it's a pity that Lucius survived! Haha. Oh and I've been checking out your art at both Gryffindor Tower and Phoenixtears, and I wanted to congratulate you on how well you draw! Great job!
nut job: Here's the site again, sorry it didn't show up! This is just one of the ones I used. I'll try to track down the others! It's w w w . v e r n a l s p i r i t . c o m / g e m s t o n e s / g e m _ m e a n i n g s . h t m Hope it's useful!
White Satin: Thanks for all the reviews, wow, really appreciate it! That's a lot of reviews..thanks again!
Bamboo Anime: Cool that you'll be going to NYC! I wish I could! How did you like OotP? Loved it, personally. OMG, I loved the "Pirates of the Caribbean" movie! Helps that Johnny Depp and ESPECIALLY Orlando Bloom are in it..hehehe, I've seen it 3 times already and am planning on more. Thanks for the review!
Padfoot Hoshi: LOL, you reviewed just in time! I had just finished this new chapter! Hope your sanity is spared for the moment! Hahaha. Thanks for the review!
