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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Present ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Dear Mr. Lupin and Mr. Black," Sirius read out loud. "Due to matters deeply concerning the Order, I think it wise if you would both meet me for a private meeting at the school. Please send confirmation to acknowledgement of this letter at your earliest convenience. Thank you for you time. Yours Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore."
"I wonder why he wants to see us personally and what is up with formality?," said Remus as he looked up from the paper.
Sirius was wondering the same thing. As always, he questioned if Harry was all right. 'Malfoy heard me say your name' Sirius thought to himself. That's what Harry had written in that letter 2 months ago. Perhaps it was a bit pre-mature to worry about that. After all, Malfoy had no proof Harry knew anything. However, the more Sirius thought about it...the more anxious he got. It was his fault if anything happened to Harry because of him.
"I want to see him right now," Sirius immediately said. Remus frowned.
"It's nearly midnight. I doubt Dumbledore is even awake. We'll see him tomorrow morning" Remus responded. Sirius looked eager.
"Early in the morning," said Sirius.
"Yes," said Remus with a sigh. "We'll see him early in the morning."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Past ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"It's too late," murmured Madam Pomphey sadly. "They're gone."
Dumbledore sighed as he pulled the blanket over the face of the late order member. Harry watched as Madam Pomphrey pulled the curtains shut, and walked, sulking, into her office. Dumbledore turned toward Harry, and frowned.
"What happened?" Harry asked, fearing the answer.
"An attack on muggles by misguided wizards" answered Dumbledore shortly.
"Death Eaters," Harry muttered bitterly. Of course he had been there to see the attack happen, but had been hoping it had only been a bad dream.
"Pardon?" asked Dumbledore, slightly abashed. "You know of these sorts of wizards?"
"Erm, yes sir...they are followers of Lord Voldemort" Harry answered, not entirely sure of what he was supposed to say. After all, Harry didn't know when Voldemort had made himself known to the whole of the wizarding world. Dumbledore nodded.
"So I am to assume my theory is correct...there is a master necromancer behind all these muggle attacks" Dumbledore said aloud, more to himself than Harry.
Harry sat quietly. For nearly a minute, Dumbledore cast his eyes to the ground, deep in thought. Suddenly, Dumbledore looked up in Harry's bright green eyes, and the twinkle returned once again.
"It would do you well to get some sleep tonight, Mr. Potter. For tomorrow is your first day of school. At least, it's your first day of school here." said Dumbledore with a small smile.
Harry shivered. Sleeping in the same room as dead people wasn't the most comforting thought. So Harry removed his glasses, and tried to go to sleep. The door to the Hospital wing shut softly as Dumbledore left. Harry tossed and turned, when finally around 1 in the morning, he fell asleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Present ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ron and Hermione sat in the Great Hall early the next morning. They usually wouldn't have gotten up for another hour. Unable to fall to sleep, they both headed to breakfast to pass the time. Ron was picking at his sausage, while Hermione continually stabbed at her scrambled eggs.
"He can't be dead" Hermione said finally. Ron said nothing.
Fred and George came into the Great Hall a moment later. Identical looks of solemnest pressed their faces. They sat next to Ron and Hermione, and said nothing. A few other Hogwarts students had joined them for an early breakfast. Hardly anyone spoke, and when they did...it was short, monotonous sentences.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Past ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry woke the next morning with a start. Looking around the hospital wing, it took a few seconds to remember what had happened. Then it came back to him; the battle, Dumbledore, the people on stretchers, and finally his father looking down upon him. His father! Yes, Harry would get to see his dad, and speak to him today...for the first time in his life, well sort of. Jumping out of the bed with excitement, and Harry felt a breeze downward, and quickly grabbed the sheets for cover. Blushing profusely, Harry couldn't help but feel grateful that he was the only person in the hospital wing.
Harry quickly dressed and bounded out the door for the Great Hall in high hopes of seeing his father there. And it would be a real treat to see a younger Sirius.... and Professor Lupin, wait...Moony....he wasn't a professor yet. And...oh, yeah...Peter. Feeling a rush of furious anger that Peter was probably sitting right next to his father and Sirius, Harry put on a spurt of speed. However, when he arrived in the Great Hall, he found he was one of few already awake.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Sirius said in protest as he walked with James, Moony, and Wormtail to breakfast. "Twiggy is definitely the hottest woman alive today"
"No way!" Moony bellowed back. "She looks like....well, a human twig! No, no...The woman who plays Kate Jackson in 'Charlie's Angels' is a true babe! Classic beauty, no doubt about it...."
"What do you think Prongs?" asked Sirius impatiently.
"Well, I mean....she's not a model or anything...." said James sheepishly.
"Not Lily Evans? Come on, Prongs! Besides, Angie Mallone is the cutest girl at Hogwarts..." said Sirius.
"She's a stick figure!" said Remus in disbelief.
As they entered the Great Hall, Sirius and Remus were still having their little disagreement when James told them to shut up, and pointed at Harry, sitting by himself eating breakfast.
"See! See! We told you there was a kid who looked exactly like James!" Sirius said, pointing out the obvious.
"I don't believe it...you guys were actually telling the truth... for once," breathed Peter.
"Let's sit next to him! I want to know if I'm related to him" said James.
"Well, at least he's in our house." murmured Remus as they all sat down next to Harry. Harry looked up, and a smile swept across his entire face.
"Hiya, Harry!" said Sirius. "I see you made Gryffindor"
"Better than Slytherin," said Peter.
"Yeah Harry, you see that slimy, disgusted, ugly git sitting over at the Slytherin table? That's Snape....he's an annoying prat" said James.
"I'm Remus Lupin, but you can call my Moony. And this is Wormtail...." said Remus gesturing to Peter.
It was only then that Harry gazed upon Wormtail, sitting there, contently smiling. Harry felt the immediate urge to strike. But he sat still, and glared with an unending hatred. Remus stopped at the look on Harry's face. James looked from a startled Peter to an angry Harry, and felt slightly annoyed. After all, Peter had never done anything to Harry, right? Sirius, feeling the tension, coughed awkwardly.
"Ahem, um....Harry you going to Hogsmeade this Friday? We get back in time for the train. Where do you live anyway?" Said Sirius
"Er..." Harry thought for a moment. He hadn't really been listening to anything anyone was saying. The whole experience was too surreal for rational thinking. "No, I'm not going to Hogsmeade. I don't have the form."
"But you're going home for Christmas, right?" asked Remus casually. "I mean, anywhere else is better than this place at Christmas. Especially with Snape always staying here...."
"That reminds me!" said James. "We forgot to put beetles in Snape soup today! Bloody me! How could we forget?" he exclaimed.
"We'll do it tomorrow...oy! James, your girlfriend just came in!" laughed Sirius. James whirled around just in time to see Lily Evans, accompanied by a gang of friends (all giggling) sit down at the other end of the table. Most of the students were in the Great Hall now. James became temporarily speechless.
"Girlfriend?" said Harry, leaping up to get a glimpse. And sinking back into the seat when he saw it was his mother. A sort of paralyzing feeling rooted him to the spot.
"Well, James wishes anyway." said Sirius, a mischievous grin sweeping his face.
"You really should work up the courage to ask her out." said Remus as if this were every day routine.
"Ask out Lily Evans? No, no! She ignores us, we ignore her....it's a very efficient system!" said James with such confidence that it simply settled the matter.
"Um, yeah...whatever. Anyway, Harry, how many gifts are you planning on?" said Sirius.
"Erm....well, none actually." said Harry sheepishly, going very red.
"None?" said James abashed, tearing his eyes away. "Why not? Surely your parents...."
"Attention!" called Dumbledore at that moment from the top table. "Attention please! I have a very grave announcement." The whole of the Great Hall ceased to make noise. "I'm having deepest regret in announcing that the Divination teacher, Professor Thetin, has been killed by the same sort of wizards who have terrorized Britain for the past few years..."
A great gasp of alarm flooded the Hall. Some people began crying, and wave of fear spread to each student and teacher. The eggs that Peter had been trying to eat slipped from his fork and landed down his shirt.
"Divination lessons have been cancelled, and will resume tomorrow. Hopefully with a new Professor willing to take on the job. Thank you." and Dumbledore sat down.
Harry stared around the Hall, and it all seemed so familiar. This was everyone's reaction was when Dumbledore announced Hagrid was dead...but wait....Hagrid wasn't dead....he was alive! Harry could save him! But, what if that changed everything.
James made a choking noise beside him, and brought Harry back to the present (or rather the past). James said in a hoarse voice, his throat too tight speak: "Come on, we have Defense Against the Dark Arts". The five of them stood up and walked from the Great Hall.
Harry dared to catch a glimpse of Lily as he walked past. She laughed lightly at a joke the girl beside had made, and he realized how very pretty she was...and it made him wish that he had known his mother. Harry felt, for the first time in his life, how very unfair it was. He had a chance to save them. But how could he? Would they believe him? However, something in the back of Harry's mind made him keep his thoughts to himself at that moment. It would change everything. If his parents didn't die that night in their future, his past....so many more would die. Millions wouldn't have the luxury of peace during those 13 Voldemort free years. And Harry subconsciously made the decision, he couldn't change the future....but he could preserve the past.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Present ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Snuffles, slow down!" puffed a winded Remus as he chased after a running Snuffles. Snuffles, however, didn't seem to hear him.
It was after a long and exhausting run that Remus finally caught up to Snuffles outside the gargoyle that was the entrance to Dumbledore's office. Being over-eager, Snuffles barked annoyingly at Remus.
"Sugar," *gasp* "quill" exhaled Remus.
The gargoyle jumped aside and Remus and Snuffles clambered onto the moving steps. Up, up, up they went until they reached the door. Remus opened the door slowly and peered inside.
Dumbledore sat at his desk; his hand resting on his fingertips as Mundungus Fletcher talked in low, urgent whispers. Remus turned back to Snuffles, and nodded. In an instant, Snuffles transformed into Sirius. Sirius bolted into the room, and had hardly opened his mouth when the sound of the gargoyle jumping aside, and the moving steps reached his ears. A moment's hesitation and he again became Snuffles.
Lupin looked apprehensive as the stairs drew closer to the door. Dumbledore fixed his twinkling eyes on the entrance. However, the twinkle was taken away when Cornelius Fudge strolled in the room, an awkward look pressed upon his face. A second later, a choking realization weighed upon Dumbledore heart.
"Uh, yes....Professor Dumbledore, I regret to inform," said Fudge as he fumbled with a piece of paper in his hand, "well, I've been under a lot of pressure..." Fudge took a deep breath. "See, it's reached the papers that Harry Potter has come up missing, and well...with all the public pressure....we thought it would be best if certain precautions..."
"Precautions?" questioned Mundungus loudly.
"Er...yes. We thought that perhaps the culprit, or Harry himself might try to contact you, and to make sure the ministry was aware of all possible communications concerning..." Fudge trailed off.
"You mean to tell me," said Dumbledore slowly, and there was a barely detectable warning tone to his voice, "that you've put a trace on my mail?"
Fudge gulped. Sweat poured down his face. Fudge had fixed his vision upon Snuffles, who backed into the wall. Too scared to move, too frightened to make a sound, only knowing the instinct of running away, but something had stopped him. 'Harry Potter has come up missing...' At the moment, the only thing Sirius could think to do was, quite frankly, throw up. Yes, indeed, that seemed like a very good idea right now.
"I, yes, well...we've gotten letters concerning, and............why have you been writing to Sirius Black?!" Fudge stammered finally.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Present ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Dear Mr. Lupin and Mr. Black," Sirius read out loud. "Due to matters deeply concerning the Order, I think it wise if you would both meet me for a private meeting at the school. Please send confirmation to acknowledgement of this letter at your earliest convenience. Thank you for you time. Yours Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore."
"I wonder why he wants to see us personally and what is up with formality?," said Remus as he looked up from the paper.
Sirius was wondering the same thing. As always, he questioned if Harry was all right. 'Malfoy heard me say your name' Sirius thought to himself. That's what Harry had written in that letter 2 months ago. Perhaps it was a bit pre-mature to worry about that. After all, Malfoy had no proof Harry knew anything. However, the more Sirius thought about it...the more anxious he got. It was his fault if anything happened to Harry because of him.
"I want to see him right now," Sirius immediately said. Remus frowned.
"It's nearly midnight. I doubt Dumbledore is even awake. We'll see him tomorrow morning" Remus responded. Sirius looked eager.
"Early in the morning," said Sirius.
"Yes," said Remus with a sigh. "We'll see him early in the morning."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Past ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"It's too late," murmured Madam Pomphey sadly. "They're gone."
Dumbledore sighed as he pulled the blanket over the face of the late order member. Harry watched as Madam Pomphrey pulled the curtains shut, and walked, sulking, into her office. Dumbledore turned toward Harry, and frowned.
"What happened?" Harry asked, fearing the answer.
"An attack on muggles by misguided wizards" answered Dumbledore shortly.
"Death Eaters," Harry muttered bitterly. Of course he had been there to see the attack happen, but had been hoping it had only been a bad dream.
"Pardon?" asked Dumbledore, slightly abashed. "You know of these sorts of wizards?"
"Erm, yes sir...they are followers of Lord Voldemort" Harry answered, not entirely sure of what he was supposed to say. After all, Harry didn't know when Voldemort had made himself known to the whole of the wizarding world. Dumbledore nodded.
"So I am to assume my theory is correct...there is a master necromancer behind all these muggle attacks" Dumbledore said aloud, more to himself than Harry.
Harry sat quietly. For nearly a minute, Dumbledore cast his eyes to the ground, deep in thought. Suddenly, Dumbledore looked up in Harry's bright green eyes, and the twinkle returned once again.
"It would do you well to get some sleep tonight, Mr. Potter. For tomorrow is your first day of school. At least, it's your first day of school here." said Dumbledore with a small smile.
Harry shivered. Sleeping in the same room as dead people wasn't the most comforting thought. So Harry removed his glasses, and tried to go to sleep. The door to the Hospital wing shut softly as Dumbledore left. Harry tossed and turned, when finally around 1 in the morning, he fell asleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Present ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ron and Hermione sat in the Great Hall early the next morning. They usually wouldn't have gotten up for another hour. Unable to fall to sleep, they both headed to breakfast to pass the time. Ron was picking at his sausage, while Hermione continually stabbed at her scrambled eggs.
"He can't be dead" Hermione said finally. Ron said nothing.
Fred and George came into the Great Hall a moment later. Identical looks of solemnest pressed their faces. They sat next to Ron and Hermione, and said nothing. A few other Hogwarts students had joined them for an early breakfast. Hardly anyone spoke, and when they did...it was short, monotonous sentences.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Past ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry woke the next morning with a start. Looking around the hospital wing, it took a few seconds to remember what had happened. Then it came back to him; the battle, Dumbledore, the people on stretchers, and finally his father looking down upon him. His father! Yes, Harry would get to see his dad, and speak to him today...for the first time in his life, well sort of. Jumping out of the bed with excitement, and Harry felt a breeze downward, and quickly grabbed the sheets for cover. Blushing profusely, Harry couldn't help but feel grateful that he was the only person in the hospital wing.
Harry quickly dressed and bounded out the door for the Great Hall in high hopes of seeing his father there. And it would be a real treat to see a younger Sirius.... and Professor Lupin, wait...Moony....he wasn't a professor yet. And...oh, yeah...Peter. Feeling a rush of furious anger that Peter was probably sitting right next to his father and Sirius, Harry put on a spurt of speed. However, when he arrived in the Great Hall, he found he was one of few already awake.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Sirius said in protest as he walked with James, Moony, and Wormtail to breakfast. "Twiggy is definitely the hottest woman alive today"
"No way!" Moony bellowed back. "She looks like....well, a human twig! No, no...The woman who plays Kate Jackson in 'Charlie's Angels' is a true babe! Classic beauty, no doubt about it...."
"What do you think Prongs?" asked Sirius impatiently.
"Well, I mean....she's not a model or anything...." said James sheepishly.
"Not Lily Evans? Come on, Prongs! Besides, Angie Mallone is the cutest girl at Hogwarts..." said Sirius.
"She's a stick figure!" said Remus in disbelief.
As they entered the Great Hall, Sirius and Remus were still having their little disagreement when James told them to shut up, and pointed at Harry, sitting by himself eating breakfast.
"See! See! We told you there was a kid who looked exactly like James!" Sirius said, pointing out the obvious.
"I don't believe it...you guys were actually telling the truth... for once," breathed Peter.
"Let's sit next to him! I want to know if I'm related to him" said James.
"Well, at least he's in our house." murmured Remus as they all sat down next to Harry. Harry looked up, and a smile swept across his entire face.
"Hiya, Harry!" said Sirius. "I see you made Gryffindor"
"Better than Slytherin," said Peter.
"Yeah Harry, you see that slimy, disgusted, ugly git sitting over at the Slytherin table? That's Snape....he's an annoying prat" said James.
"I'm Remus Lupin, but you can call my Moony. And this is Wormtail...." said Remus gesturing to Peter.
It was only then that Harry gazed upon Wormtail, sitting there, contently smiling. Harry felt the immediate urge to strike. But he sat still, and glared with an unending hatred. Remus stopped at the look on Harry's face. James looked from a startled Peter to an angry Harry, and felt slightly annoyed. After all, Peter had never done anything to Harry, right? Sirius, feeling the tension, coughed awkwardly.
"Ahem, um....Harry you going to Hogsmeade this Friday? We get back in time for the train. Where do you live anyway?" Said Sirius
"Er..." Harry thought for a moment. He hadn't really been listening to anything anyone was saying. The whole experience was too surreal for rational thinking. "No, I'm not going to Hogsmeade. I don't have the form."
"But you're going home for Christmas, right?" asked Remus casually. "I mean, anywhere else is better than this place at Christmas. Especially with Snape always staying here...."
"That reminds me!" said James. "We forgot to put beetles in Snape soup today! Bloody me! How could we forget?" he exclaimed.
"We'll do it tomorrow...oy! James, your girlfriend just came in!" laughed Sirius. James whirled around just in time to see Lily Evans, accompanied by a gang of friends (all giggling) sit down at the other end of the table. Most of the students were in the Great Hall now. James became temporarily speechless.
"Girlfriend?" said Harry, leaping up to get a glimpse. And sinking back into the seat when he saw it was his mother. A sort of paralyzing feeling rooted him to the spot.
"Well, James wishes anyway." said Sirius, a mischievous grin sweeping his face.
"You really should work up the courage to ask her out." said Remus as if this were every day routine.
"Ask out Lily Evans? No, no! She ignores us, we ignore her....it's a very efficient system!" said James with such confidence that it simply settled the matter.
"Um, yeah...whatever. Anyway, Harry, how many gifts are you planning on?" said Sirius.
"Erm....well, none actually." said Harry sheepishly, going very red.
"None?" said James abashed, tearing his eyes away. "Why not? Surely your parents...."
"Attention!" called Dumbledore at that moment from the top table. "Attention please! I have a very grave announcement." The whole of the Great Hall ceased to make noise. "I'm having deepest regret in announcing that the Divination teacher, Professor Thetin, has been killed by the same sort of wizards who have terrorized Britain for the past few years..."
A great gasp of alarm flooded the Hall. Some people began crying, and wave of fear spread to each student and teacher. The eggs that Peter had been trying to eat slipped from his fork and landed down his shirt.
"Divination lessons have been cancelled, and will resume tomorrow. Hopefully with a new Professor willing to take on the job. Thank you." and Dumbledore sat down.
Harry stared around the Hall, and it all seemed so familiar. This was everyone's reaction was when Dumbledore announced Hagrid was dead...but wait....Hagrid wasn't dead....he was alive! Harry could save him! But, what if that changed everything.
James made a choking noise beside him, and brought Harry back to the present (or rather the past). James said in a hoarse voice, his throat too tight speak: "Come on, we have Defense Against the Dark Arts". The five of them stood up and walked from the Great Hall.
Harry dared to catch a glimpse of Lily as he walked past. She laughed lightly at a joke the girl beside had made, and he realized how very pretty she was...and it made him wish that he had known his mother. Harry felt, for the first time in his life, how very unfair it was. He had a chance to save them. But how could he? Would they believe him? However, something in the back of Harry's mind made him keep his thoughts to himself at that moment. It would change everything. If his parents didn't die that night in their future, his past....so many more would die. Millions wouldn't have the luxury of peace during those 13 Voldemort free years. And Harry subconsciously made the decision, he couldn't change the future....but he could preserve the past.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Present ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Snuffles, slow down!" puffed a winded Remus as he chased after a running Snuffles. Snuffles, however, didn't seem to hear him.
It was after a long and exhausting run that Remus finally caught up to Snuffles outside the gargoyle that was the entrance to Dumbledore's office. Being over-eager, Snuffles barked annoyingly at Remus.
"Sugar," *gasp* "quill" exhaled Remus.
The gargoyle jumped aside and Remus and Snuffles clambered onto the moving steps. Up, up, up they went until they reached the door. Remus opened the door slowly and peered inside.
Dumbledore sat at his desk; his hand resting on his fingertips as Mundungus Fletcher talked in low, urgent whispers. Remus turned back to Snuffles, and nodded. In an instant, Snuffles transformed into Sirius. Sirius bolted into the room, and had hardly opened his mouth when the sound of the gargoyle jumping aside, and the moving steps reached his ears. A moment's hesitation and he again became Snuffles.
Lupin looked apprehensive as the stairs drew closer to the door. Dumbledore fixed his twinkling eyes on the entrance. However, the twinkle was taken away when Cornelius Fudge strolled in the room, an awkward look pressed upon his face. A second later, a choking realization weighed upon Dumbledore heart.
"Uh, yes....Professor Dumbledore, I regret to inform," said Fudge as he fumbled with a piece of paper in his hand, "well, I've been under a lot of pressure..." Fudge took a deep breath. "See, it's reached the papers that Harry Potter has come up missing, and well...with all the public pressure....we thought it would be best if certain precautions..."
"Precautions?" questioned Mundungus loudly.
"Er...yes. We thought that perhaps the culprit, or Harry himself might try to contact you, and to make sure the ministry was aware of all possible communications concerning..." Fudge trailed off.
"You mean to tell me," said Dumbledore slowly, and there was a barely detectable warning tone to his voice, "that you've put a trace on my mail?"
Fudge gulped. Sweat poured down his face. Fudge had fixed his vision upon Snuffles, who backed into the wall. Too scared to move, too frightened to make a sound, only knowing the instinct of running away, but something had stopped him. 'Harry Potter has come up missing...' At the moment, the only thing Sirius could think to do was, quite frankly, throw up. Yes, indeed, that seemed like a very good idea right now.
"I, yes, well...we've gotten letters concerning, and............why have you been writing to Sirius Black?!" Fudge stammered finally.
(A/N: *Bows* Thank you! Thank you! Hope it was worth the wait. Expect an update in a couple weeks. More action, drama, comedy, (what ever it is that keeps you guys reading this story) is to come. Let's see....2 hours typing this up, so if you wouldn't mind, *points at review box below*grins* please please please please! Give a review! If I get 20 reviews for this chapter, I will have the next chapter up before thanks giving! I promise!!!!!! Ttyl! Please Review! Thanks!*Kara*)