Never Say Never
Chapter 18 - Darkness
Disclaimer: I own this plot, Annika but nothing else.
Hermione's POV
I couldn't believe it, I just told Draco that he was a liar and he was laughing. That really proves how fun it must've been for him all this time. And I couldn't believe that I had walked straight into his trap, I had come here of my own accord! I had been willing to come to his Master..
But just what I was doing here was still a mystery. Wasn't He after Harry? Why had He brought me here? After all, Voldemort had found His way into Hogwarts, Harry was within His reach for once and he knew nothing about it.
"Now, Hermione I understand that you are wondering why you are here. Draco was asking the same thing. Now, everything shall be explained." Said Voldemort grandly, with an unnerving smile. He motioned for us to sit down in the two armchairs in front of him and we obediently did so.
So, it turns out that Malfoy wasn't in on this. I turned to him and raised my eyebrows at him.
"I'm sorry." I whispered and he smiled gratefully. Suddenly movement caught my eye and I saw that girl that had been everywhere with Draco for the past few weeks. Annika. She was standing elegantly beside Voldemort, a patronizing smile on her full lips.
"Hermione, I would like you to meet my beautiful supporter, Annika Debauche. She has been doing some spy work here at Hogwarts, and I daresay she's been quite helpful. We have been meeting here in this room for a few weeks. It was not by chance that you both found this room, for only those who have my power can come through the barrier of the room. I apologize for forgetting to take the charm off the entrance last night, Annika." Here he paused to smile cunningly at Annika, who returned it with a knowing look on her face, "Now it is my turn to explain the meaning of all this. For you should have a right to know. You are my heir."
I gasped. My world came crashing down on me and I found it hard to breathe. He..that...foul sorcerer's heir?! How could that be?! I quickly looked away from his unnerving red eyes and I found that Draco had taken my hand in his and was gripping it tightly, and as much as I wouldn't like to admit it, his touch was comforting.
"You see, Hermione, not everything in your life is what you think it is. You are not even a Mudblood! For you are actually a pureblood, a pureblood of the highest class, born of the most devoted of my followers, The Lestranges. Of course, you have not met them yet, they are imprisoned in Azkaban still, but nevertheless let me go back to a time 20 years ago." He paused here, his eyes flickering towards Draco. Then he continued on, his silky voice entrancing.
"I had been in full power back in those days, feared by all of the Wizarding world, with good reason. Two faithful servants were summoned to me, for I knew that they had both just married their lovers. Those two followers were your fathers, Lucius Malfoy and Marc Lestrange. I had a task for them, for their wives to bear my two heirs, one to be a male, and the other to be a female for they were to be betrothed in their later years, when they came of age." His smile was eerie and I swallowed silently as I realized that the children he was talking about was me and Draco.
"True to the spell that I placed on their wives, they both produced my heirs, a male and a female and I could not have been more delighted. My successors were secured and all the power, cleverness and magic that ran in my veins, would run in theirs too. Can you both feel it? The power coursing through your bodies...and have you both not wondered why you have exceptional levels of intelligence? Yes, it was all because I, Lord Voldemort gave it to you, I gave you both more than your parents could ever even dream of giving you." I shuddered, this was too strange for me. But Voldemort was speaking so gently to us, that I really couldn't understand how He could hate Harry with such a feverish passion.
"But then, how did I - " I began before I was cut off by Voldemort again.
"When you were still a young child around 2 years old, the Lestranges were caught and forced into Azkaban. My downfall had come already and I was wandering aimlessly in Albania, unable to protect you, my heir. What happened was that Dumbledore realized that though you were born into a Dark family, you were still young and there was still hope to take you back to the Light side. And so he placed you with the Grangers, a Muggle family that one of his nieces knew, I believe." He smirked here, patting me fondly on my shoulder,
"But no one can hide from the Dark Lord, not even my own heir...however Dumbledore did try to conceal your true identity to me. The spells he placed on you were very complex, but he forgot something very important. A family heirloom, given to your mother by me, to give to you when you came of age. A delicate silver necklace with an angel pendant, a blue crystal set in the centre of it. Does that sound familiar?" He asked softly, and without even realizing it, I had taken the necklace from my neck and given it to him. His power was absolute.
"Ah, yes. I believe that it was found at the ruins of the Lestranges' estate in Kent and sold to that jeweler in Diagon Alley. Well, the necklace obviously found you, because it has enabled me to communicate with you. At first I thought that you were just some Mudblood that found the necklace by chance, for you were resisting me and that could only mean you were on the Light side. But then a thought struck me. What had happened to my female heir, daughter of the Lestranges? Then all the pieces of the puzzle came together and I sent Annika to clear things up for me. And I did indeed find you, did I not?"
I was still struggling to process all these things that Voldemort had just said. I nodded slowly, recognizing the link between my necklace and Him. Oh! It was no wonder I had been getting all those dark nightmares! When I had lost it, I had been getting better sleep too...how could I be so slow?! Voldemort smiled at me, and handed the necklace back to me.
"Keep it, for it is a very powerful talisman. It will ward off your enemies from you, I gave it to your mother for protection but unfortunately, she did not listen. If she had, then perhaps things might've turned out much differently. Perhaps you would have never befriended Potter. But this is the way the fates have intended everything to happen, and we shall not interfere with the fates." Stated Voldemort pointedly.
"Now Hermione. I am not going to give you the Dark Mark until you have given me the permission to, but I warn you. If you decide to return to the Light side, then you have forsaken your true destiny, to become the most powerful witch in history. You will receive no mercy and I will not give you a second thought. Your side will fail, and Darkness shall come over the world, dominating it. You will perish with those fools who were blinded by that Muggle loving idiot, Albus Dumbledore." His voice now had an edge to it, and I shivered in spite of it all, "But I will give you some time to decide. I'll leave you here with Draco for a few hours. But remember. I have your wands. You will not be able to escape even if you tried. Oh, and Draco. This is also the time for you to think about which side you will choose."
"Yes, my lord." Draco replied, confidence in his voice. I looked at him in surprise, how could he still be feeling so calm when the Dark Lord had just given us the ultimatum of our lives?! To fight with his side and become powerful or to die fighting against him.
"Very well. I shall not be far, I will be somewhere around the castle, I have some business to attend to. I'll be back in 2 hours. I hope that you will have both made your decisions then." Those piercing red eyes were on us again, but then with a snap of his fingers he bid us goodbye and Annika vanished with him.
I let out a sigh of relief and leaned back in the armchair, finally relaxing. Thoughts were racing through my head, and I felt suddenly lightheaded. As things came into focus in my minds eye, I realized that everything I had been fighting for, everything that I had believed and the very life that I had been living, was false.
I was Lord Voldemort's heir, destined to rule the world with Him, destined to be merciless and destined to fight against Light. How could that be? I was part of the Light side, I was against Lord Voldemort and I was a Mudblood. Right?
I shook my head, knowing that I would never think of myself as part of the Dark side, heir to Lord Voldemort, daughter of Death Eaters. And...a pureblood. It was too confusing, too unreal and too unbelievable.
"Don't worry about it, Hermione. There's nothing to be scared about, I mean He's not going to hurt you in any way, you're His heir!" said Draco gently, standing up from his armchair and moving so that he stood in front of me. I gazed at him, seeing those ice-grey eyes finally changing, they became more of a icy blue now, one of my favourite colours...then without any sign of what was to come he pulled me out of the armchair and into his arms.
I was sorely reminded of that night when he had held me in his arms for the first time, the night before Annika came...oh, I remembered the confusion I felt when he had hugged me, it was strange, but even though I had only been this close to him a few times, the feeling and scent of his body wasn't foreign.
I breathed in deeply, he smelled fresh, like himself. A mixture of expensive cologne and that scent that was uniquely his. And I liked it. It felt so right to be in his strong arms, it made me feel safe, even though I was completely confused inside. He pulled me even closer, my body pressed so tightly against his that I could hear his heart thumping, and I looked up at him with a grin.
"I'm not scared. I mean, He gave me some of his power, so we shouldn't be too easy to kill." I said smugly, "Well He obviously gave you some of it too...and if we stick together, we'll be fine."
"If only everything was as simple as that." Draco sighed and looked at me intently, "So, what are you thinking? He'll kill us if we join the Light side, and you know it. I can honestly tell you now that I don't intend to become evil for power. If we go to the Light side, both of us that is, then maybe we'll stand a chance against him. We're with Dumbledore after all."
I peered at him, the image of him as a Death Eater still firmly in my head, I had been used to thinking of him like that for six years and now I realized that he really didn't want to be one. Regardless of the way he acted. Its ironic how things turn out.
"You know, everything used to be so easy, life was like a puzzle for me. You just had to find the pieces. And I was convinced that I was like halfway to finishing it, because there was just some things in life that I wasn't meant to find out yet, I was supposed to experience it first before adding another piece to the puzzle. But, being Harry's friend, we had been through a lot." My voice shook a little, but I continued talking, Draco's presence was comforting enough, "But now, I feel as though Voldemort's just come in and taken the puzzle and dumped it upside down so that I'm back to square one. I have to find my way through life all over again, because all the things that I've been through weren't real, they were fake."
"Don't think like that! Be optimistic, at least you know that you're a pureblood." Draco said lightly, smirking at me.
"God, only you could say that at this time. But it's not just like that. I've been lied to for the last 16 years of my life. I'm not who I think I am. I'm nowhere near who I think I am! For god's sake, I don't even know who my parents are! I can't believe that the person that I've been told to hate for the last few years of my life, ever since I became a witch, has an heir. And that heir is me!" I exclaimed, frustration taking over. I pulled away from Draco and sat back down on my squishy armchair.
"Don't forget that I'm one of his heirs too." Murmured Draco, looking away angrily.
"Its different for you, Draco! And you know it! You stayed with your family, you were brought up thinking that the Dark Lord was the best. I, on the other hand didn't even know about magic until I was 11 years old. Much less about the Dark Lord!" I yelled at him, not knowing why on earth he was so furious. He flinched but within a moment, his jaw was set in a hard line.
"So what? You think that's a blessing? It's not, Hermione. You have no idea how life is. You can't even begin to imagine what it's like to live with my father. The father that I had idolized since I was a little boy, what had changed that? The fact that I became aware that my father killed people. Innocent people. And he enjoyed it! I could never understand why he did it." He snarled. The expression on his face never changed. His handsome face was dull, but his voice full of passion,
"So maybe it was because of my father that I was nasty to everyone. I had been taught that Mudbloods, Weasleys and Potters were horrible people, so that's how I reacted to meeting you and your friends. The very epitome of bad things. But can't you see that over the years that my view of him changed? I still hold him in high esteem but I'm completely disgusted that he can do those things. But the thing is, bad habits are hard to kick, and just because it was in my system to be mean to Muggleborns, Potters and Weasleys, I kept on doing it, long after I knew that it was still a bad thing to do. Sometimes I regretted what I did. Sometimes I tried to reason with myself, saying that it would be what my father wanted. So, as I said some time ago, I'm sorry." He finished, looking at me now, fire melting the ice in his eyes.
All I wanted was to pull him down onto the armchair and give him all the love in the world, he looked so lost, so pained and so disappointed. I could've slapped myself for saying those words, words that had hurt him. It was true, I didn't know about his family, all I knew was that his father was a Death Eater.
"I'm sorry too, I had no right to say those things. I - I didn't know." I whispered sympathy evident on my face.
"Well now you do." He replied roughly, "Are you happy now?"
I was silent and for once I couldn't find any words to express how I felt at the moment. I just pressed my lips firmly together and tried to force myself to smile at him. But I just couldn't. And now, realizing that time was going by fast, the pressure of making a decision was increasing. I put my hands to my head and squeezed my eyes tightly shut. It was a decision which could cost me my life.
Then I slowly opened my eyes again and risked a look at Draco, I saw my indecisiveness reflected in his eyes and my confusion. At least he wasn't that angry with me anymore. I shook my head, I had no time to think about my feelings for him now, and I needed to reach a decision about my future.
But time was running out. And we had no escape.
Hey guys!
This chapter was really tiring to write because I had to weave all the little parts of the story from the beginning to now into this chapter, to explain everything. I'm sorry if its confusing and I'm sorry that it's not very fluffy. My reason for that is that it WILL be fluffy later, there's plenty of time. But for now, let's deal with her problem! =)
I'm sorry if most of this seems cliched haha, it's not my fault. But I hope you still find it interesting! There will be a lot of action coming up in the next few chapters, so stay tuned. Guess what? This chapter reached the 3000 word mark =) one of the longer chapters so far...
Oh, and yes, thank you to all of my beautiful reviewers! =) you guys rock, you really make my day! Ah...so most you guys reckoned that Annika was bad news eh? That's good. You've been paying attention =) hehe well its nearly the end of the holidays here, but I swear I'll post another chapter soon!
Love,
psychohart
Chapter 18 - Darkness
Disclaimer: I own this plot, Annika but nothing else.
Hermione's POV
I couldn't believe it, I just told Draco that he was a liar and he was laughing. That really proves how fun it must've been for him all this time. And I couldn't believe that I had walked straight into his trap, I had come here of my own accord! I had been willing to come to his Master..
But just what I was doing here was still a mystery. Wasn't He after Harry? Why had He brought me here? After all, Voldemort had found His way into Hogwarts, Harry was within His reach for once and he knew nothing about it.
"Now, Hermione I understand that you are wondering why you are here. Draco was asking the same thing. Now, everything shall be explained." Said Voldemort grandly, with an unnerving smile. He motioned for us to sit down in the two armchairs in front of him and we obediently did so.
So, it turns out that Malfoy wasn't in on this. I turned to him and raised my eyebrows at him.
"I'm sorry." I whispered and he smiled gratefully. Suddenly movement caught my eye and I saw that girl that had been everywhere with Draco for the past few weeks. Annika. She was standing elegantly beside Voldemort, a patronizing smile on her full lips.
"Hermione, I would like you to meet my beautiful supporter, Annika Debauche. She has been doing some spy work here at Hogwarts, and I daresay she's been quite helpful. We have been meeting here in this room for a few weeks. It was not by chance that you both found this room, for only those who have my power can come through the barrier of the room. I apologize for forgetting to take the charm off the entrance last night, Annika." Here he paused to smile cunningly at Annika, who returned it with a knowing look on her face, "Now it is my turn to explain the meaning of all this. For you should have a right to know. You are my heir."
I gasped. My world came crashing down on me and I found it hard to breathe. He..that...foul sorcerer's heir?! How could that be?! I quickly looked away from his unnerving red eyes and I found that Draco had taken my hand in his and was gripping it tightly, and as much as I wouldn't like to admit it, his touch was comforting.
"You see, Hermione, not everything in your life is what you think it is. You are not even a Mudblood! For you are actually a pureblood, a pureblood of the highest class, born of the most devoted of my followers, The Lestranges. Of course, you have not met them yet, they are imprisoned in Azkaban still, but nevertheless let me go back to a time 20 years ago." He paused here, his eyes flickering towards Draco. Then he continued on, his silky voice entrancing.
"I had been in full power back in those days, feared by all of the Wizarding world, with good reason. Two faithful servants were summoned to me, for I knew that they had both just married their lovers. Those two followers were your fathers, Lucius Malfoy and Marc Lestrange. I had a task for them, for their wives to bear my two heirs, one to be a male, and the other to be a female for they were to be betrothed in their later years, when they came of age." His smile was eerie and I swallowed silently as I realized that the children he was talking about was me and Draco.
"True to the spell that I placed on their wives, they both produced my heirs, a male and a female and I could not have been more delighted. My successors were secured and all the power, cleverness and magic that ran in my veins, would run in theirs too. Can you both feel it? The power coursing through your bodies...and have you both not wondered why you have exceptional levels of intelligence? Yes, it was all because I, Lord Voldemort gave it to you, I gave you both more than your parents could ever even dream of giving you." I shuddered, this was too strange for me. But Voldemort was speaking so gently to us, that I really couldn't understand how He could hate Harry with such a feverish passion.
"But then, how did I - " I began before I was cut off by Voldemort again.
"When you were still a young child around 2 years old, the Lestranges were caught and forced into Azkaban. My downfall had come already and I was wandering aimlessly in Albania, unable to protect you, my heir. What happened was that Dumbledore realized that though you were born into a Dark family, you were still young and there was still hope to take you back to the Light side. And so he placed you with the Grangers, a Muggle family that one of his nieces knew, I believe." He smirked here, patting me fondly on my shoulder,
"But no one can hide from the Dark Lord, not even my own heir...however Dumbledore did try to conceal your true identity to me. The spells he placed on you were very complex, but he forgot something very important. A family heirloom, given to your mother by me, to give to you when you came of age. A delicate silver necklace with an angel pendant, a blue crystal set in the centre of it. Does that sound familiar?" He asked softly, and without even realizing it, I had taken the necklace from my neck and given it to him. His power was absolute.
"Ah, yes. I believe that it was found at the ruins of the Lestranges' estate in Kent and sold to that jeweler in Diagon Alley. Well, the necklace obviously found you, because it has enabled me to communicate with you. At first I thought that you were just some Mudblood that found the necklace by chance, for you were resisting me and that could only mean you were on the Light side. But then a thought struck me. What had happened to my female heir, daughter of the Lestranges? Then all the pieces of the puzzle came together and I sent Annika to clear things up for me. And I did indeed find you, did I not?"
I was still struggling to process all these things that Voldemort had just said. I nodded slowly, recognizing the link between my necklace and Him. Oh! It was no wonder I had been getting all those dark nightmares! When I had lost it, I had been getting better sleep too...how could I be so slow?! Voldemort smiled at me, and handed the necklace back to me.
"Keep it, for it is a very powerful talisman. It will ward off your enemies from you, I gave it to your mother for protection but unfortunately, she did not listen. If she had, then perhaps things might've turned out much differently. Perhaps you would have never befriended Potter. But this is the way the fates have intended everything to happen, and we shall not interfere with the fates." Stated Voldemort pointedly.
"Now Hermione. I am not going to give you the Dark Mark until you have given me the permission to, but I warn you. If you decide to return to the Light side, then you have forsaken your true destiny, to become the most powerful witch in history. You will receive no mercy and I will not give you a second thought. Your side will fail, and Darkness shall come over the world, dominating it. You will perish with those fools who were blinded by that Muggle loving idiot, Albus Dumbledore." His voice now had an edge to it, and I shivered in spite of it all, "But I will give you some time to decide. I'll leave you here with Draco for a few hours. But remember. I have your wands. You will not be able to escape even if you tried. Oh, and Draco. This is also the time for you to think about which side you will choose."
"Yes, my lord." Draco replied, confidence in his voice. I looked at him in surprise, how could he still be feeling so calm when the Dark Lord had just given us the ultimatum of our lives?! To fight with his side and become powerful or to die fighting against him.
"Very well. I shall not be far, I will be somewhere around the castle, I have some business to attend to. I'll be back in 2 hours. I hope that you will have both made your decisions then." Those piercing red eyes were on us again, but then with a snap of his fingers he bid us goodbye and Annika vanished with him.
I let out a sigh of relief and leaned back in the armchair, finally relaxing. Thoughts were racing through my head, and I felt suddenly lightheaded. As things came into focus in my minds eye, I realized that everything I had been fighting for, everything that I had believed and the very life that I had been living, was false.
I was Lord Voldemort's heir, destined to rule the world with Him, destined to be merciless and destined to fight against Light. How could that be? I was part of the Light side, I was against Lord Voldemort and I was a Mudblood. Right?
I shook my head, knowing that I would never think of myself as part of the Dark side, heir to Lord Voldemort, daughter of Death Eaters. And...a pureblood. It was too confusing, too unreal and too unbelievable.
"Don't worry about it, Hermione. There's nothing to be scared about, I mean He's not going to hurt you in any way, you're His heir!" said Draco gently, standing up from his armchair and moving so that he stood in front of me. I gazed at him, seeing those ice-grey eyes finally changing, they became more of a icy blue now, one of my favourite colours...then without any sign of what was to come he pulled me out of the armchair and into his arms.
I was sorely reminded of that night when he had held me in his arms for the first time, the night before Annika came...oh, I remembered the confusion I felt when he had hugged me, it was strange, but even though I had only been this close to him a few times, the feeling and scent of his body wasn't foreign.
I breathed in deeply, he smelled fresh, like himself. A mixture of expensive cologne and that scent that was uniquely his. And I liked it. It felt so right to be in his strong arms, it made me feel safe, even though I was completely confused inside. He pulled me even closer, my body pressed so tightly against his that I could hear his heart thumping, and I looked up at him with a grin.
"I'm not scared. I mean, He gave me some of his power, so we shouldn't be too easy to kill." I said smugly, "Well He obviously gave you some of it too...and if we stick together, we'll be fine."
"If only everything was as simple as that." Draco sighed and looked at me intently, "So, what are you thinking? He'll kill us if we join the Light side, and you know it. I can honestly tell you now that I don't intend to become evil for power. If we go to the Light side, both of us that is, then maybe we'll stand a chance against him. We're with Dumbledore after all."
I peered at him, the image of him as a Death Eater still firmly in my head, I had been used to thinking of him like that for six years and now I realized that he really didn't want to be one. Regardless of the way he acted. Its ironic how things turn out.
"You know, everything used to be so easy, life was like a puzzle for me. You just had to find the pieces. And I was convinced that I was like halfway to finishing it, because there was just some things in life that I wasn't meant to find out yet, I was supposed to experience it first before adding another piece to the puzzle. But, being Harry's friend, we had been through a lot." My voice shook a little, but I continued talking, Draco's presence was comforting enough, "But now, I feel as though Voldemort's just come in and taken the puzzle and dumped it upside down so that I'm back to square one. I have to find my way through life all over again, because all the things that I've been through weren't real, they were fake."
"Don't think like that! Be optimistic, at least you know that you're a pureblood." Draco said lightly, smirking at me.
"God, only you could say that at this time. But it's not just like that. I've been lied to for the last 16 years of my life. I'm not who I think I am. I'm nowhere near who I think I am! For god's sake, I don't even know who my parents are! I can't believe that the person that I've been told to hate for the last few years of my life, ever since I became a witch, has an heir. And that heir is me!" I exclaimed, frustration taking over. I pulled away from Draco and sat back down on my squishy armchair.
"Don't forget that I'm one of his heirs too." Murmured Draco, looking away angrily.
"Its different for you, Draco! And you know it! You stayed with your family, you were brought up thinking that the Dark Lord was the best. I, on the other hand didn't even know about magic until I was 11 years old. Much less about the Dark Lord!" I yelled at him, not knowing why on earth he was so furious. He flinched but within a moment, his jaw was set in a hard line.
"So what? You think that's a blessing? It's not, Hermione. You have no idea how life is. You can't even begin to imagine what it's like to live with my father. The father that I had idolized since I was a little boy, what had changed that? The fact that I became aware that my father killed people. Innocent people. And he enjoyed it! I could never understand why he did it." He snarled. The expression on his face never changed. His handsome face was dull, but his voice full of passion,
"So maybe it was because of my father that I was nasty to everyone. I had been taught that Mudbloods, Weasleys and Potters were horrible people, so that's how I reacted to meeting you and your friends. The very epitome of bad things. But can't you see that over the years that my view of him changed? I still hold him in high esteem but I'm completely disgusted that he can do those things. But the thing is, bad habits are hard to kick, and just because it was in my system to be mean to Muggleborns, Potters and Weasleys, I kept on doing it, long after I knew that it was still a bad thing to do. Sometimes I regretted what I did. Sometimes I tried to reason with myself, saying that it would be what my father wanted. So, as I said some time ago, I'm sorry." He finished, looking at me now, fire melting the ice in his eyes.
All I wanted was to pull him down onto the armchair and give him all the love in the world, he looked so lost, so pained and so disappointed. I could've slapped myself for saying those words, words that had hurt him. It was true, I didn't know about his family, all I knew was that his father was a Death Eater.
"I'm sorry too, I had no right to say those things. I - I didn't know." I whispered sympathy evident on my face.
"Well now you do." He replied roughly, "Are you happy now?"
I was silent and for once I couldn't find any words to express how I felt at the moment. I just pressed my lips firmly together and tried to force myself to smile at him. But I just couldn't. And now, realizing that time was going by fast, the pressure of making a decision was increasing. I put my hands to my head and squeezed my eyes tightly shut. It was a decision which could cost me my life.
Then I slowly opened my eyes again and risked a look at Draco, I saw my indecisiveness reflected in his eyes and my confusion. At least he wasn't that angry with me anymore. I shook my head, I had no time to think about my feelings for him now, and I needed to reach a decision about my future.
But time was running out. And we had no escape.
Hey guys!
This chapter was really tiring to write because I had to weave all the little parts of the story from the beginning to now into this chapter, to explain everything. I'm sorry if its confusing and I'm sorry that it's not very fluffy. My reason for that is that it WILL be fluffy later, there's plenty of time. But for now, let's deal with her problem! =)
I'm sorry if most of this seems cliched haha, it's not my fault. But I hope you still find it interesting! There will be a lot of action coming up in the next few chapters, so stay tuned. Guess what? This chapter reached the 3000 word mark =) one of the longer chapters so far...
Oh, and yes, thank you to all of my beautiful reviewers! =) you guys rock, you really make my day! Ah...so most you guys reckoned that Annika was bad news eh? That's good. You've been paying attention =) hehe well its nearly the end of the holidays here, but I swear I'll post another chapter soon!
Love,
psychohart