Farther
by Reanne080
rated R
Disclaimer: I do't own Harry Potter
**********************************************************************
Well, this is chapter 10, or 8 actually, since two chapters are notes. This
chapter has a character in it that isn't made up. She is based off of someone in my life.
Everything in it is true. I wanted to give Harry someone to relate to. I will not tell
how this person is related to me, but it's not that hard to figure out. She just seemed like
the best choice for me to put in. She probably won't show up again. Well, I hope you like
it. Thanks again for your reviews. Though I have finally gotten a bad review, I think
that since I had gotten 140 awesome reviews before that and a few after, I won't take the
person's comments to heart. I will be responding to all of the reviews at the bottom. I am
pretty sure that I stated before that I will flame those who flame me. Well here is my chance
to do so. ::chuckles:: And I need to thank my best friend for pointing out something in the
person's review that helped me out. Thanks Tempest675, you know I love yah. ^_^.
Also, I can't seem to be able to keep the format on these things, no matter what I do. If
some one can help me. Notepad and html doesn't seem to like my spaces. Grrrrrrrr...
This chapter is dedicated to Maggy and to Tempest675. Both of you have
touched my life in too many ways to name. Both of you have lifted me up when I was down
and gave me the courage to believe in my self. I love you both, more then I can ever say.
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All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something
Hold on
Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown
And I don't know why
But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be...me
I'm talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they've all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow I've lost my mind
But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
I've been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
Yeah, they're taking me away
But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Yeah, how I used to be
How I used to be
Well, I'm just a little unwell
How I used to be
How I used to be
I'm just a little unwell
Unwell ~ Matchbox 20
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Harry was laying on the uncomfortable hospital bed, looking into nothing.
His mind raced around the fact that one of the people who made his life unbearable was
now connected to him. He just couldn't grasp the fact, it made his heart ache. Everything
in his life was a lie. No one ever told him the truth and he was frustrated. 'Why was it so
hard for adults to tell the truth. Didn't any of them realize that by lying to me now, they are
harming me a lot more then the truth ever could. They didn't think I could handle it. Ha!
Who were they to decide what I am ready for. I have faced Voldemort three, no four times,
including when I was one. I am sick of the lies. Sick of the pain. I just wanted it all to end.
The lies, pain, heartache. It's too much. Living hurt too much.' he thought.
Tears started to leak out of his eyes. He knew that these thoughts were not right, but he
just couldn't stop himself. The more he thought about his life, the more depressed he got.
A ragged sob broke from his chest. He felt like he was going crazy, but he couldn't stop.
It was all too much.
He put a pillow over his head, to try and block out the world, but the thoughts kept coming.
They ran around in his brain long into the night. He didn't want to sleep, knowing what
would happen, but also not wanting to think. He continued to cry into the pillow, hurting so
much. His whole chest was filled with pain that felt like it would never go away. He cried
for the little boy without love, the little boy locked in the dark cupboard, and the little boy
that was hit. He cried for the young boy thrust into a world he didn't know, the young boy
that tried to do the best he could, and the young boy that just wanted love. He cried for the
child that had seen too much death, the child that had to face the anger and fear of his peers,
and the child that had to face what adults were afraid to face. He cried for the lost childhood
and the lost innocence. He cried for himself and all that he had lost.
When Poppy came around to check on Harry the next morning, she noticed his tear tracked
face. Her heart broke for the young man who's world had been turned upside down. With
everything that has happened to the boy, she knew that something had to be done for his
mental state. She had already talked to Albus and Severus about a counselor, someone the
boy could talk to. She knew that he needed someone that wouldn't judge him, didn't know
him, and could be impartial. She knew of a medi-wizard that would be perfect. She was an
old school friend and she had a lot of famous cases that no one ever found out about. She
knew better then to disclose any information. Her work was too important to jeopardize.
The Woman was to show up in a few hours to talk to Harry. Poppy hoped that this would
help him to cope with everything.
Harry woke up to a strange voice in the room. He knew that he didn't recognize it. He
reached up and took the pillow off of his face and found his glasses, putting them on his
face. He looked towards the voice. It was a plump, middle-aged woman with long
blonde hair in a French braid and kind blue-grey eyes. She noticed that Harry was up
and walked over to him.
"Hello, Harry. My name is Maggy MacMillan. I am a Psychologist. I was brought here
to help you cope with what has happened." she smiled at him in a friendly manner. "This
doesn't mean that you are crazy, it just means that I am here to help you handle everything
and sort it out. This is to help you. Anything you say to me will stay with me. I promise
that I will never betray your trust. I will tell you about myself first, so that you can get to
know me, ok?" She smiled at him in a motherly fashion.
Harry went wide-eyed. They thought he needed a shrink? 'Well, I guess I do need to
talk to someone. It might help with the feelings of rage I have.' he thought. He took a
calming breath and tentatively smiled back. The woman seemed to give off an air that
everything was good and warm, that everything would be better.
"Well, I am 48 years old. I have four sisters and one brother. I grew up in an abusive
home. My father seemed to hate me and my mother left me places. I had horrible
self-esteem. When I was Seventeen, I married the first man I found to get out of my
parents house. Lucky me, I picked a man that treated me worse then my father. When
I was with him, I ended up with four miscarriages. I actually kept two babies to term.
The first boy died the day he was born. His lungs weren't developed. A year later, I
had my eldest living son. He was the light of my life. I was too weak to leave my husband,
so I stayed. But when he started to abuse our son, I knew I had to leave. When my
husband went to work, I fled. I had no where to go. I was only 19, with a ten month old
child. I found a woman's shelter that took me in. I found a job and started to support myself.
Soon I met another man. He was everything that my son to be ex-husband wasn't. He was
sweet and loving. He worshiped me. I had never felt so loved. We got into a physical
relationship. A few months later, my husband found me. He broke down my door and
raped me. I found out about a month later that I was pregnant. When my son was born,
I had to have a paternity test done to determine his father. Luckily it was the other man's
and I was able to get a divorce. I married the other man. While he was sweet and kind,
his family wasn't. They hated me. They looked down on me cause I had been married
before and that I got a divorce. They thought that I was a low life, not good enough for
their baby boy. We were trying to fix up our house and needed to get a loan. The bank
told us that we didn't qualify for it. If I was pregnant, then we could, So I of course told
them I was. They told me that I had to prove it. Imagine to my surprise that I was. The
baby came three months too early. I thought I was going to lose her too, like my first son.
But medical advancement had come a long way in five years and she lived. For a few years
everything was perfect. Then his mother convinced my husband that I wasn't doing a good
job with the finances and took them over. She wouldn't even let me buy a sewing machine.
I made all of my children's clothes. So I told my husband that he had better get control back
from his mother or he better not come home. He was a weak man and couldn't stand up to
her, so he didn't come back. Now I was alone with three children, a house half complete
and little money. Then my ex-husband took custody of my eldest son, even though he
hadn't seen him all that time. A year later my sister took me to court over my other two
children. With the rest of the family backing her, she took my babies from me. She tried
to adopt them, but I refused to sign that papers. Their dad wasn't fit to take care of them
before because he drank all the time. He cleaned up his act and got custody. They lived
with him for a few years. When my daughter was 13, she decided that she wanted to live
with me. It was rough, but we eventually got on well together. The reason I told you all of
this is that I understand your pain. I will not judge you harshly. I will tell you the truth. I hate
lies. That's what took my children away. Do you think that I might be able to help you talk
things out?" She smiled at the young man. She had told the story with as little emotion as
possible, but her voice wavered in parts with remembered pain.
Harry's heart hurt for the woman's story. He couldn't see how this sweet lady disserved
what had happened to her. He knew that she would understand him and not be critical of
him. He felt like he could trust her. He told her of his early life and how it hurt him. She
told him that no one deserved that and he was a good boy. That he did have people who
loved him. He told her about what happened in his years at Hogwarts. She told him that he
shouldn't have had to face all of that on his own. He should have been allowed to have a
childhood. She was trying to hide her anger at the adults in this boy's life. He told her
about how Professor Snape treated him and she listened. Then he told her about this past
summer and all that he had learned. She felt the pain of the boy.
"Harry. I am not trying to condone what your father did to you. He hurt you deeply, even
if he didn't know that you were his son. I think that he had a lot of pain in his life too. You
said the he and the man you thought was your father were enemies in school. He might have
felt that you were the embodiment of his enemy. It wasn't fair to you, but do you understand
where he might have come from?" she said softly, looking into his eyes.
Harry thought about it and grudgingly nodded. Especially if he had loved his mother and then
thought that she had turned around and got pregnant with said enemy. He would have felt
angry and hurt too. He sighed and looked up. "Yes I understand," he stated softly.
Maggy nodded and smiled. "I think he wants to make it up. When I talked to him earlier,
he told me he felt horrible about the way he treated you. Do you think that you might give
him a chance?"
He grimaced and nodded slowly. "I guess." His face hardened a bit, "But if he doesn't
change, then I won't. He has a lot to make up for."
Maggy smiled a bit. "It will take time. You both have to build the trust up. There is a lot
of hurt on both sides. Just give him a chance. You could end up with all the love you have
missed out on. Just remember to be true to your self, Harry." She looked down at her
watch and gasped. "Oh, wow, we have been talking most of the day." She chuckled.
"I think it's time for lunch. Just give me a call if you need me, ok? I will be here for you
as long as you need me." She got up an hugged the boy.
Harry noticed that she smelled of baby power and dove soap. The smell went straight to
his heart. He released the hug and smiled at Maggy. He was sad when she left, but felt
a lot better. It was like a weight had been lifted off of his chest. He ate the food that
appeared. He was just about to lie down for some sleep when he noticed Severus Snape
was watching him. The man approached his bed and Harry tensed up. He knew that he
needed to talk to him, but he was still a bit angry. He nodded curtly to Severus and
motioned to him to sit. he was going to listen to what the man had to say.
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Reviews
Kateri1 ~ Thank you.
Kemenran ~ ::smiles:: Thank you. Healing eventually, but there is still a lot to go.
Selua ~ (9) Thank you. Harry is angry and healing will be slow. Sev's past is coming
in the next chapter. Thank you, I hope it will turn out ok. It should be done by the end
of this month. (10) ::chuckles:: I tried to think of something that I hadn't seen before.
For the rest, wait and see. ::grins::
Hyperbole ~ ::chuckles:: It could be taken that way. It wasn't planned by Sev like that.
He actually got pissed off and had to readjust his plans.
Reading-Whiz ~ Thank you. Eventually he will, but they are at the beginning right now.
Fnxmoon ~ ::chuckles:: Thank you for your, once again, wonderful praise. You make
up for any bad reviews I get. I will check out your stories, too. I hope that you like this
chapter too.
ranger2 ~ Thank you
Arsenal ~ petunia will go blind and she will realize that she had treated her own son the
way she treated Harry. Fitting I though, ::smirks:: lol. Yah, he will. He needs it, though.
Anonamous Irritant ~ No one forced you to read this. Since you only read to chapter 2,
you do not have an accurate grasp on this story. I have never stated that I was the best
speller out there. I know I am bad at it, which is why I now have a beta. She does a great
job, considering that I am not good at spelling. And you want to criticize my spelling?
You misspelled your own name! Anonymous... Also, I haven't explained the whole story
yet. I am just getting to the past again at chapter 11. I am doing what I want to do. This
is my story. If you don't like it, write one of your own. I noticed that I can't check out
yours because you were not brave enough to leave a signed review. Or that you don't
have the guts to write your own. I work very hard on this story. I am proud of it. There
are too many people who like my story for you to bother me. I just like to vent. ::chuckles::
Thanks for the opportunity to do so.
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max48504 ~ Thanks, I hope this is another good chapter
Furies ~ ::smiles:: glad you like it, Thanks
Teen Prodigy of Ravenclaw ~ ::smiles:: Thanks. Everyone has a Slythrin side. We all must
indulge sometimes. ::winks::
Jennieangel ~ I am glad that you love the story, hope you like this Chapter too.
by Reanne080
rated R
Disclaimer: I do't own Harry Potter
**********************************************************************
Well, this is chapter 10, or 8 actually, since two chapters are notes. This
chapter has a character in it that isn't made up. She is based off of someone in my life.
Everything in it is true. I wanted to give Harry someone to relate to. I will not tell
how this person is related to me, but it's not that hard to figure out. She just seemed like
the best choice for me to put in. She probably won't show up again. Well, I hope you like
it. Thanks again for your reviews. Though I have finally gotten a bad review, I think
that since I had gotten 140 awesome reviews before that and a few after, I won't take the
person's comments to heart. I will be responding to all of the reviews at the bottom. I am
pretty sure that I stated before that I will flame those who flame me. Well here is my chance
to do so. ::chuckles:: And I need to thank my best friend for pointing out something in the
person's review that helped me out. Thanks Tempest675, you know I love yah. ^_^.
Also, I can't seem to be able to keep the format on these things, no matter what I do. If
some one can help me. Notepad and html doesn't seem to like my spaces. Grrrrrrrr...
This chapter is dedicated to Maggy and to Tempest675. Both of you have
touched my life in too many ways to name. Both of you have lifted me up when I was down
and gave me the courage to believe in my self. I love you both, more then I can ever say.
**********************************************************************
All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something
Hold on
Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown
And I don't know why
But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be...me
I'm talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they've all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow I've lost my mind
But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
I've been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
Yeah, they're taking me away
But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Yeah, how I used to be
How I used to be
Well, I'm just a little unwell
How I used to be
How I used to be
I'm just a little unwell
Unwell ~ Matchbox 20
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Harry was laying on the uncomfortable hospital bed, looking into nothing.
His mind raced around the fact that one of the people who made his life unbearable was
now connected to him. He just couldn't grasp the fact, it made his heart ache. Everything
in his life was a lie. No one ever told him the truth and he was frustrated. 'Why was it so
hard for adults to tell the truth. Didn't any of them realize that by lying to me now, they are
harming me a lot more then the truth ever could. They didn't think I could handle it. Ha!
Who were they to decide what I am ready for. I have faced Voldemort three, no four times,
including when I was one. I am sick of the lies. Sick of the pain. I just wanted it all to end.
The lies, pain, heartache. It's too much. Living hurt too much.' he thought.
Tears started to leak out of his eyes. He knew that these thoughts were not right, but he
just couldn't stop himself. The more he thought about his life, the more depressed he got.
A ragged sob broke from his chest. He felt like he was going crazy, but he couldn't stop.
It was all too much.
He put a pillow over his head, to try and block out the world, but the thoughts kept coming.
They ran around in his brain long into the night. He didn't want to sleep, knowing what
would happen, but also not wanting to think. He continued to cry into the pillow, hurting so
much. His whole chest was filled with pain that felt like it would never go away. He cried
for the little boy without love, the little boy locked in the dark cupboard, and the little boy
that was hit. He cried for the young boy thrust into a world he didn't know, the young boy
that tried to do the best he could, and the young boy that just wanted love. He cried for the
child that had seen too much death, the child that had to face the anger and fear of his peers,
and the child that had to face what adults were afraid to face. He cried for the lost childhood
and the lost innocence. He cried for himself and all that he had lost.
When Poppy came around to check on Harry the next morning, she noticed his tear tracked
face. Her heart broke for the young man who's world had been turned upside down. With
everything that has happened to the boy, she knew that something had to be done for his
mental state. She had already talked to Albus and Severus about a counselor, someone the
boy could talk to. She knew that he needed someone that wouldn't judge him, didn't know
him, and could be impartial. She knew of a medi-wizard that would be perfect. She was an
old school friend and she had a lot of famous cases that no one ever found out about. She
knew better then to disclose any information. Her work was too important to jeopardize.
The Woman was to show up in a few hours to talk to Harry. Poppy hoped that this would
help him to cope with everything.
Harry woke up to a strange voice in the room. He knew that he didn't recognize it. He
reached up and took the pillow off of his face and found his glasses, putting them on his
face. He looked towards the voice. It was a plump, middle-aged woman with long
blonde hair in a French braid and kind blue-grey eyes. She noticed that Harry was up
and walked over to him.
"Hello, Harry. My name is Maggy MacMillan. I am a Psychologist. I was brought here
to help you cope with what has happened." she smiled at him in a friendly manner. "This
doesn't mean that you are crazy, it just means that I am here to help you handle everything
and sort it out. This is to help you. Anything you say to me will stay with me. I promise
that I will never betray your trust. I will tell you about myself first, so that you can get to
know me, ok?" She smiled at him in a motherly fashion.
Harry went wide-eyed. They thought he needed a shrink? 'Well, I guess I do need to
talk to someone. It might help with the feelings of rage I have.' he thought. He took a
calming breath and tentatively smiled back. The woman seemed to give off an air that
everything was good and warm, that everything would be better.
"Well, I am 48 years old. I have four sisters and one brother. I grew up in an abusive
home. My father seemed to hate me and my mother left me places. I had horrible
self-esteem. When I was Seventeen, I married the first man I found to get out of my
parents house. Lucky me, I picked a man that treated me worse then my father. When
I was with him, I ended up with four miscarriages. I actually kept two babies to term.
The first boy died the day he was born. His lungs weren't developed. A year later, I
had my eldest living son. He was the light of my life. I was too weak to leave my husband,
so I stayed. But when he started to abuse our son, I knew I had to leave. When my
husband went to work, I fled. I had no where to go. I was only 19, with a ten month old
child. I found a woman's shelter that took me in. I found a job and started to support myself.
Soon I met another man. He was everything that my son to be ex-husband wasn't. He was
sweet and loving. He worshiped me. I had never felt so loved. We got into a physical
relationship. A few months later, my husband found me. He broke down my door and
raped me. I found out about a month later that I was pregnant. When my son was born,
I had to have a paternity test done to determine his father. Luckily it was the other man's
and I was able to get a divorce. I married the other man. While he was sweet and kind,
his family wasn't. They hated me. They looked down on me cause I had been married
before and that I got a divorce. They thought that I was a low life, not good enough for
their baby boy. We were trying to fix up our house and needed to get a loan. The bank
told us that we didn't qualify for it. If I was pregnant, then we could, So I of course told
them I was. They told me that I had to prove it. Imagine to my surprise that I was. The
baby came three months too early. I thought I was going to lose her too, like my first son.
But medical advancement had come a long way in five years and she lived. For a few years
everything was perfect. Then his mother convinced my husband that I wasn't doing a good
job with the finances and took them over. She wouldn't even let me buy a sewing machine.
I made all of my children's clothes. So I told my husband that he had better get control back
from his mother or he better not come home. He was a weak man and couldn't stand up to
her, so he didn't come back. Now I was alone with three children, a house half complete
and little money. Then my ex-husband took custody of my eldest son, even though he
hadn't seen him all that time. A year later my sister took me to court over my other two
children. With the rest of the family backing her, she took my babies from me. She tried
to adopt them, but I refused to sign that papers. Their dad wasn't fit to take care of them
before because he drank all the time. He cleaned up his act and got custody. They lived
with him for a few years. When my daughter was 13, she decided that she wanted to live
with me. It was rough, but we eventually got on well together. The reason I told you all of
this is that I understand your pain. I will not judge you harshly. I will tell you the truth. I hate
lies. That's what took my children away. Do you think that I might be able to help you talk
things out?" She smiled at the young man. She had told the story with as little emotion as
possible, but her voice wavered in parts with remembered pain.
Harry's heart hurt for the woman's story. He couldn't see how this sweet lady disserved
what had happened to her. He knew that she would understand him and not be critical of
him. He felt like he could trust her. He told her of his early life and how it hurt him. She
told him that no one deserved that and he was a good boy. That he did have people who
loved him. He told her about what happened in his years at Hogwarts. She told him that he
shouldn't have had to face all of that on his own. He should have been allowed to have a
childhood. She was trying to hide her anger at the adults in this boy's life. He told her
about how Professor Snape treated him and she listened. Then he told her about this past
summer and all that he had learned. She felt the pain of the boy.
"Harry. I am not trying to condone what your father did to you. He hurt you deeply, even
if he didn't know that you were his son. I think that he had a lot of pain in his life too. You
said the he and the man you thought was your father were enemies in school. He might have
felt that you were the embodiment of his enemy. It wasn't fair to you, but do you understand
where he might have come from?" she said softly, looking into his eyes.
Harry thought about it and grudgingly nodded. Especially if he had loved his mother and then
thought that she had turned around and got pregnant with said enemy. He would have felt
angry and hurt too. He sighed and looked up. "Yes I understand," he stated softly.
Maggy nodded and smiled. "I think he wants to make it up. When I talked to him earlier,
he told me he felt horrible about the way he treated you. Do you think that you might give
him a chance?"
He grimaced and nodded slowly. "I guess." His face hardened a bit, "But if he doesn't
change, then I won't. He has a lot to make up for."
Maggy smiled a bit. "It will take time. You both have to build the trust up. There is a lot
of hurt on both sides. Just give him a chance. You could end up with all the love you have
missed out on. Just remember to be true to your self, Harry." She looked down at her
watch and gasped. "Oh, wow, we have been talking most of the day." She chuckled.
"I think it's time for lunch. Just give me a call if you need me, ok? I will be here for you
as long as you need me." She got up an hugged the boy.
Harry noticed that she smelled of baby power and dove soap. The smell went straight to
his heart. He released the hug and smiled at Maggy. He was sad when she left, but felt
a lot better. It was like a weight had been lifted off of his chest. He ate the food that
appeared. He was just about to lie down for some sleep when he noticed Severus Snape
was watching him. The man approached his bed and Harry tensed up. He knew that he
needed to talk to him, but he was still a bit angry. He nodded curtly to Severus and
motioned to him to sit. he was going to listen to what the man had to say.
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Reviews
Kateri1 ~ Thank you.
Kemenran ~ ::smiles:: Thank you. Healing eventually, but there is still a lot to go.
Selua ~ (9) Thank you. Harry is angry and healing will be slow. Sev's past is coming
in the next chapter. Thank you, I hope it will turn out ok. It should be done by the end
of this month. (10) ::chuckles:: I tried to think of something that I hadn't seen before.
For the rest, wait and see. ::grins::
Hyperbole ~ ::chuckles:: It could be taken that way. It wasn't planned by Sev like that.
He actually got pissed off and had to readjust his plans.
Reading-Whiz ~ Thank you. Eventually he will, but they are at the beginning right now.
Fnxmoon ~ ::chuckles:: Thank you for your, once again, wonderful praise. You make
up for any bad reviews I get. I will check out your stories, too. I hope that you like this
chapter too.
ranger2 ~ Thank you
Arsenal ~ petunia will go blind and she will realize that she had treated her own son the
way she treated Harry. Fitting I though, ::smirks:: lol. Yah, he will. He needs it, though.
Anonamous Irritant ~ No one forced you to read this. Since you only read to chapter 2,
you do not have an accurate grasp on this story. I have never stated that I was the best
speller out there. I know I am bad at it, which is why I now have a beta. She does a great
job, considering that I am not good at spelling. And you want to criticize my spelling?
You misspelled your own name! Anonymous... Also, I haven't explained the whole story
yet. I am just getting to the past again at chapter 11. I am doing what I want to do. This
is my story. If you don't like it, write one of your own. I noticed that I can't check out
yours because you were not brave enough to leave a signed review. Or that you don't
have the guts to write your own. I work very hard on this story. I am proud of it. There
are too many people who like my story for you to bother me. I just like to vent. ::chuckles::
Thanks for the opportunity to do so.
menecarkawan ~ ::chuckles:: Thanks
jes9 ~ ::smiles:: Thanks
Jemini ~ ::smiles:: I will have to check it out, thanks
max48504 ~ Thanks, I hope this is another good chapter
Furies ~ ::smiles:: glad you like it, Thanks
Teen Prodigy of Ravenclaw ~ ::smiles:: Thanks. Everyone has a Slythrin side. We all must
indulge sometimes. ::winks::
Jennieangel ~ I am glad that you love the story, hope you like this Chapter too.