A/N: Hello, How are you? Well as I am typing this I am in the school
library. I'm SUPPOSED to be doing something totally different than this,
but oh well. I decided you people deserve another chapter. BUT! First I
guess I need to answer some questions (well ok it's really like only one
question) you people have.
This story is gonna be long, at least I think, but for now it's just gonna haveta be a couple of chapters until I set the story up in the other reality.
Anora: The two Harrys are going to switch places in a couple of chapters. I wanted to first set the scene in the other reality (not cannon), so you all will understand the relationship between Snape and Harry, and how they "got together" so to speak. (not slash). You see, most people (I hope) know what's going on in the cannon reality and what all has happened up until third year. Hope that answers your question. If not, ask another.
Ok, before I get this chapter started, I want to thank these special reviewers! A BIG hug to those who reviewed!: Lisa, Rose in the Globe, Beware of Blonde, Heather Snape, Anora, crazy-weasley, Kateri1, and last but not least, Luisa! Thank you all! You made my day!
Oh yeah, I want to dedicate this chapter to my trusty lava lamp, which sits next to my monitor, and Luisa, who was my first reviewer!
Chapter Three
Waking Up and Rembering
Rogue Enchantress
Harry was drifting in and out of sleep. He thought he heard voices, but he must be mistaken. These voices were not the voices of his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. Their voices were usually either loud, or sometimes in his Aunt's case, shrill. These voices were soft and quite, he guessed they were whispering. If he listened hard enough, Harry could catch small, scattered bits of the conversation. Though his sluggish mind couldn't process what some of the words meant.
".-ow is he?."
".-ing better, he should.-well tomorrow, bu-.stay in bed.-til sometime in.afternoon"
"Who.the poor boy?"
"Harry Potter"
Now Harry was sure that he heard someone said his name. It was some of the only words he could fully understand out of the whole conversation. Probably because he was so used to hearing his full name when his Aunt Petunia scolded him for not doing his chores fast enough, or because his Uncle Vernon usually used his name when he was about to be punished. Other times, he was just referred to a "Boy" and the oh so overly loveable "Freak". He was vaguely aware of a muffled gasp at the mention of his name before he fell back into the sweet oblivion of sleep.
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Harry was awake, but he did not open his eyes. For some strange reason, his usually lumpy and uncomfortable cot was now very comfortable, and he did not wish to move anytime soon. He knew he should probably get up now. He really didn't want to fall off his cot in surprise again like he did yesterday when the shrill voice of his Aunt screeched for him. He really should get up. His bruises were going to hurt twice as bad if he fell on them.
His Uncle had gotten mad at him because the glass that Aunt Petunia was holding exploded when she was saying something nasty about his mother. Harry had no idea why or how it exploded. He was really angry with his Aunt, but he didn't know how Uncle Vernon thought that he had caused it. This wasn't the first time something like that happened, but Harry was always blamed and punished. It was usually just a slap or a kick, though lately it had gotten worse because his Uncle had taken to drinking. Sometimes he was lucky, and he just got locked in his cupboard for a few days without any food. 'That is probably why I'm was so small for my age,' thought Harry wryly.
But he was just too comfortable to be bothered with these less than important and nasty thoughts at the moment. The important thoughts consisted of his inner debate of, 'should I turn over now or not turn over'. He chose the former after a moment thought and turned over. His thoughts then wandered to what kind of chores he had to do today. He still had a few left over from yesterday that he didn't have enough time to finish.
As Harry lay in his bed, mentally going over what he probably had to do today, he suddenly remembered something. 'My birthday is tomorrow,' Harry thought wearily. He would be five years old, somewhat of a milestone in his young life. 'Oh well, it's not like the Dursleys will remember my birthday anyway.' Harry turned over again, eyes still shut. 'Huh, that's funny, I could have sworn I feel worse after last night's "punishment" for somehow making "freaky" things happen.'
Harry sighed. It was no use putting off the inevitable any longer. Any minute now his Aunt was going to screech.err.call him to come and get breakfast ready. He could almost feel the earthquake.umm.I mean.Dudley running down the stairs. He could almost hear his Uncle bellowing from the top of the stairs, asking his wife where his good plum and yellow striped tie was. Harry sighed again. Yep, no use putting off the inevitable. With that last, dreary thought, Harry turned over again and wearily opened his heavy eyelids. It felt like opening your eyes with ten-pound weights securely tied to your eyelashes, if such a thing were possible.
When he finally did get his eyes opened, he seriously regretted it. White. His eyes were viciously attacked by the blinding color that is white. It was so white that it literally hurt to look at it without letting your eyes adjust gradually.
This was DEFFINITELY not the dark gloomy brown of his cupboard's walls. Harry had expected to open his eyes and maybe be assaulted by some random spider crawling by, but this was not the case. Maybe his Aunt just happened to paint the inside of his cupboard white without him noticing it, just to torture him. No, his Aunt wouldn't want to waste money on the "freak," but she was just sadistic enough to think of something like this.
But one look around and he came to the conclusion that this was not his cupboard. A random thought flitted from his subconscious to the conscious part of his mind. The movie quote from "The Wizard of Oz," that he had had the joy of watching and old Mrs. Figg's house, (even though he didn't like the smell of burnt cabbage) immediately began to repeat itself in his mind. 'Uh oh, I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore.'
Harry sat up in the bed. He noted vaguely somewhere in the back of his mind that the bed was white too, and he seemed to be wear a hospital gown. A WHITE hospital gown. The offending white that had assaulted his eyes earlier was all around him in the shape of.curtains? Curtains were around his bed. 'Now that's weird,' thought Harry, 'Who would put curtains around a bed?' Harry noticed a gap in the curtains and peeked through. The room was just as white as the curtains, Harry noted wryly.
He spied an oddly dressed woman bustling about the room with a vile of blue colored.something.in a small glass vile. As she looked like she was about to turn his way, Harry hastily closed the gap in the curtain hid under the covers, hoping the woman would think he was still asleep. He had to figure out what was going on.
Now Harry was a smart boy, he had a lot of common sense and book sense. His Aunt had taught him how to read when he had just turned four. She had decided he was old enough to do chores now, so he had to learn how to read her chore list that was written from that day on every morning.
Harry took to knowledge like a duck takes to water. He loved to read all kinds of books. He had snuck a couple of Dudley's down from his second bedroom. Books were the only things of Dudley's that could be taken without someone noticing it missing. Dudley didn't know how to read and showed no interest in books or reading in general. Even though he has many books from relatives and such. Harry also likes to read his Uncle's business and sports magazines. Harry found them challenging to understand, so he usually spent sometime with Dudley's dictionary. He was smarter than the average four, no five, year old tomorrow.
So, by all means, he should be able to figure out where in the world he was. Not to mention with living with people like the Dorsey's, you tend to grow up fast.
Harry was just about to sit up and peek through the curtain again, when all of the sudden they flew open on their own accord. Harry jumped and let out a startled yelp. He pushed himself back from the woman as far as he could without falling off the bed and brought up his knees to his chest.
Harry guessed he would never get out of the habit of immediately going into a fetal position when he was scared or surprised. From his position, he got a good look at the strange woman.
She was short, about 5'4 or so, and she had the weirdest dress on, complete with a matching cap. The dress was gray and it fell past her feet. She wore a white apron over it and had a little gray hat that matched her dress. Her hair was brown with streaks of gray. She looked like someone Harry did not want to cross, judging by the small frown crossing her face as she in turn observed Harry. All in all, Harry decided, she looked like the medieval nurse he had seen in a storybook of Dudley's once. He noticed that she still had the weird blue stuff in her hand.
"Well, I see your awake now. No need to be afraid dear I won't hurt you," said the odd woman. Harry slightly relaxed at her gentle tone. It wasn't like the shrill voice of his Aunt, or the scratchy old voice of Mrs. Figg. This voice was soft and caring, something Harry couldn't quite remember hearing in his short life, but he still didn't feel comfortable around the woman.
He got the feeling that she was a pushy and demanding woman. The woman moved towards Harry, and He tensed again and tried to move farther away. Seeing this, the woman stopped her movement and observed the boy again.
"Harry," started the woman, "I need you to take this potion. It will help make your fever go away." She handed the vile with the blue liquid to him. How did this strangely dressed woman know his name? Deciding he didn't want to anger the woman, Harry accepted the vile and sniffed it. He didn't think that this stuff would harm him, besides it smelled like blueberries.
He tentatively brought it to his lips and drank. As the stuff hit his parched tongue, he finally realized how thirsty he had been. He drank it all (He was right, it was blueberry flavored) and quietly handed the vile back to the nurse. She took it and smiled.
"Now, that wasn't so bad now was it?" asked the nurse. Harry was saved from answering the petite woman by the loud sound of a door banging open. He jumped.again. and gave a startled yelp.again. He whirled his head around and found the cause of the noise.
A man, just a strangely dressed as the woman, was standing in the doorway. The intimidating figure walked into the room, and Harry shrank back against his pillows.
"Really Severus," the woman scolded, "You just about scared the poor boy to death. Can't you at least walk quietly into a room like NORMAL people do? This IS a HOSPITAL wing."
The man, Severus, scowled at the woman and replied sarcastically, "I would like to remind you, Poppy, that I am not a NORMAL person. I pride myself on being an above normal person. Normal people are all a bunch of dimwitted idiots who wouldn't know common sense if it hit them over the head with an overweight hippogriff."
Harry barely constrained a giggle at the man's exclamation. He had no idea what a hippogriff was, but it sounded funny. Harry then took notice of the man's or Severus's appearance. He was tall. Harry guessed somewhere between 6'0 and 6'3. He had the greasiest hair Harry had ever seen. Harry hazarded a guess that the man hadn't washed his hair in a couple of years, but wisely kept his suspicions to himself. He also noted that the man had a rather hooked, long nose.
The man seemed to have a permanent scowl attached to his face. It looked so natural there that Harry figured it was constantly seen. The man had obsidian black eyes that stared right back into Harry's emerald green eyes. Something stirred in his mind. A memory forgotten made its way into his mind's eye.
*****FLASHBACK*****
Harry had just been locked in the cupboard again. His bruises hurt and he thought his wrist might be broken where his Uncle had grabbed and twisted it. He was starting to feel sick again. Harry grabbed the rag.erm.blanket, to protect him against the drafty cupboard, and curled up into a small ball and sank into unconsciousness.
Someone was shaking his shoulder. Oww, they were shaking his bruised shoulder. Harry let out a low moan. He opened his eyes and was met with some of the weirdest eyes he had ever seen. They were either black, or such a dark brown that it appeared black. With the pain clouding his mind, Harry couldn't come to a decision on which it was. He then noticed the man's hand was on his shoulder, and he tensed. He didn't really like physical contact. The man seemed to notice this, because he removed his hand. Harry realized that the man's mouth moving. He was saying something.
"Pot-, Harry, my name is Severus Snape, and I am a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Do you know what that is?" asked the man.
Harry had no idea what the man was talking about. Hogwarts? That sounded disgusting to Harry. Witchcraft and wizardry? Harry thought that was all make-believe. The man started to say something again, but he didn't catch it. Oh well, the man started talking louder.
"Come on Harry, I'm here to take you away for these . . . people," said the man soothingly. Harry thought he hadn't heard correctly. This man was going to save him from the Dursley's! Harry felt a bubble of happiness rise in his chest.
"You don't want to stay here, do you?" asked the man uncertainly. Harry shook his head vigorously. Of course he didn't want to stay here! What half way sane person would?
The man, his savior, picked him up and carried him out of the house. Harry was wrapped in the man's cloak. He snuggled into to black warmth and let out a sigh. He felt safe. He felt safe for the first time in a very long time.
****END FLASHBACK****
Harry stared at the man before him. He had saved him. Harry had no idea what possessed him, but he slowly go up and walked up to the tall man. He only came up to his savior's thigh.
The man looked down curiously at the small boy in front of him. Harry, in one swift movement, latched himself onto the man's leg and hugged him. The man was quite surprised at the boy's actions, and just stood there awkwardly for a moment and then patted the boy on the head.
"Thank you, for saving me," Harry whispered. The man looked down at the boy and let a small smile make its way onto his face.
"Your welcome, Harry"
A stunned nurse watched this from a little ways away. Amazement quickly turning to amusement as she saw the boy was still latched on to Severus's leg, even after about five minutes later.
A/N: YES!!!!! I finally got that chapter done! Ok next chapter should be out soon, and this story should start picking up. Please review and tell me what you think! I hope you like it!
Rogue Enchantress P.S. REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!.please?
This story is gonna be long, at least I think, but for now it's just gonna haveta be a couple of chapters until I set the story up in the other reality.
Anora: The two Harrys are going to switch places in a couple of chapters. I wanted to first set the scene in the other reality (not cannon), so you all will understand the relationship between Snape and Harry, and how they "got together" so to speak. (not slash). You see, most people (I hope) know what's going on in the cannon reality and what all has happened up until third year. Hope that answers your question. If not, ask another.
Ok, before I get this chapter started, I want to thank these special reviewers! A BIG hug to those who reviewed!: Lisa, Rose in the Globe, Beware of Blonde, Heather Snape, Anora, crazy-weasley, Kateri1, and last but not least, Luisa! Thank you all! You made my day!
Oh yeah, I want to dedicate this chapter to my trusty lava lamp, which sits next to my monitor, and Luisa, who was my first reviewer!
Chapter Three
Waking Up and Rembering
Rogue Enchantress
Harry was drifting in and out of sleep. He thought he heard voices, but he must be mistaken. These voices were not the voices of his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. Their voices were usually either loud, or sometimes in his Aunt's case, shrill. These voices were soft and quite, he guessed they were whispering. If he listened hard enough, Harry could catch small, scattered bits of the conversation. Though his sluggish mind couldn't process what some of the words meant.
".-ow is he?."
".-ing better, he should.-well tomorrow, bu-.stay in bed.-til sometime in.afternoon"
"Who.the poor boy?"
"Harry Potter"
Now Harry was sure that he heard someone said his name. It was some of the only words he could fully understand out of the whole conversation. Probably because he was so used to hearing his full name when his Aunt Petunia scolded him for not doing his chores fast enough, or because his Uncle Vernon usually used his name when he was about to be punished. Other times, he was just referred to a "Boy" and the oh so overly loveable "Freak". He was vaguely aware of a muffled gasp at the mention of his name before he fell back into the sweet oblivion of sleep.
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Harry was awake, but he did not open his eyes. For some strange reason, his usually lumpy and uncomfortable cot was now very comfortable, and he did not wish to move anytime soon. He knew he should probably get up now. He really didn't want to fall off his cot in surprise again like he did yesterday when the shrill voice of his Aunt screeched for him. He really should get up. His bruises were going to hurt twice as bad if he fell on them.
His Uncle had gotten mad at him because the glass that Aunt Petunia was holding exploded when she was saying something nasty about his mother. Harry had no idea why or how it exploded. He was really angry with his Aunt, but he didn't know how Uncle Vernon thought that he had caused it. This wasn't the first time something like that happened, but Harry was always blamed and punished. It was usually just a slap or a kick, though lately it had gotten worse because his Uncle had taken to drinking. Sometimes he was lucky, and he just got locked in his cupboard for a few days without any food. 'That is probably why I'm was so small for my age,' thought Harry wryly.
But he was just too comfortable to be bothered with these less than important and nasty thoughts at the moment. The important thoughts consisted of his inner debate of, 'should I turn over now or not turn over'. He chose the former after a moment thought and turned over. His thoughts then wandered to what kind of chores he had to do today. He still had a few left over from yesterday that he didn't have enough time to finish.
As Harry lay in his bed, mentally going over what he probably had to do today, he suddenly remembered something. 'My birthday is tomorrow,' Harry thought wearily. He would be five years old, somewhat of a milestone in his young life. 'Oh well, it's not like the Dursleys will remember my birthday anyway.' Harry turned over again, eyes still shut. 'Huh, that's funny, I could have sworn I feel worse after last night's "punishment" for somehow making "freaky" things happen.'
Harry sighed. It was no use putting off the inevitable any longer. Any minute now his Aunt was going to screech.err.call him to come and get breakfast ready. He could almost feel the earthquake.umm.I mean.Dudley running down the stairs. He could almost hear his Uncle bellowing from the top of the stairs, asking his wife where his good plum and yellow striped tie was. Harry sighed again. Yep, no use putting off the inevitable. With that last, dreary thought, Harry turned over again and wearily opened his heavy eyelids. It felt like opening your eyes with ten-pound weights securely tied to your eyelashes, if such a thing were possible.
When he finally did get his eyes opened, he seriously regretted it. White. His eyes were viciously attacked by the blinding color that is white. It was so white that it literally hurt to look at it without letting your eyes adjust gradually.
This was DEFFINITELY not the dark gloomy brown of his cupboard's walls. Harry had expected to open his eyes and maybe be assaulted by some random spider crawling by, but this was not the case. Maybe his Aunt just happened to paint the inside of his cupboard white without him noticing it, just to torture him. No, his Aunt wouldn't want to waste money on the "freak," but she was just sadistic enough to think of something like this.
But one look around and he came to the conclusion that this was not his cupboard. A random thought flitted from his subconscious to the conscious part of his mind. The movie quote from "The Wizard of Oz," that he had had the joy of watching and old Mrs. Figg's house, (even though he didn't like the smell of burnt cabbage) immediately began to repeat itself in his mind. 'Uh oh, I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore.'
Harry sat up in the bed. He noted vaguely somewhere in the back of his mind that the bed was white too, and he seemed to be wear a hospital gown. A WHITE hospital gown. The offending white that had assaulted his eyes earlier was all around him in the shape of.curtains? Curtains were around his bed. 'Now that's weird,' thought Harry, 'Who would put curtains around a bed?' Harry noticed a gap in the curtains and peeked through. The room was just as white as the curtains, Harry noted wryly.
He spied an oddly dressed woman bustling about the room with a vile of blue colored.something.in a small glass vile. As she looked like she was about to turn his way, Harry hastily closed the gap in the curtain hid under the covers, hoping the woman would think he was still asleep. He had to figure out what was going on.
Now Harry was a smart boy, he had a lot of common sense and book sense. His Aunt had taught him how to read when he had just turned four. She had decided he was old enough to do chores now, so he had to learn how to read her chore list that was written from that day on every morning.
Harry took to knowledge like a duck takes to water. He loved to read all kinds of books. He had snuck a couple of Dudley's down from his second bedroom. Books were the only things of Dudley's that could be taken without someone noticing it missing. Dudley didn't know how to read and showed no interest in books or reading in general. Even though he has many books from relatives and such. Harry also likes to read his Uncle's business and sports magazines. Harry found them challenging to understand, so he usually spent sometime with Dudley's dictionary. He was smarter than the average four, no five, year old tomorrow.
So, by all means, he should be able to figure out where in the world he was. Not to mention with living with people like the Dorsey's, you tend to grow up fast.
Harry was just about to sit up and peek through the curtain again, when all of the sudden they flew open on their own accord. Harry jumped and let out a startled yelp. He pushed himself back from the woman as far as he could without falling off the bed and brought up his knees to his chest.
Harry guessed he would never get out of the habit of immediately going into a fetal position when he was scared or surprised. From his position, he got a good look at the strange woman.
She was short, about 5'4 or so, and she had the weirdest dress on, complete with a matching cap. The dress was gray and it fell past her feet. She wore a white apron over it and had a little gray hat that matched her dress. Her hair was brown with streaks of gray. She looked like someone Harry did not want to cross, judging by the small frown crossing her face as she in turn observed Harry. All in all, Harry decided, she looked like the medieval nurse he had seen in a storybook of Dudley's once. He noticed that she still had the weird blue stuff in her hand.
"Well, I see your awake now. No need to be afraid dear I won't hurt you," said the odd woman. Harry slightly relaxed at her gentle tone. It wasn't like the shrill voice of his Aunt, or the scratchy old voice of Mrs. Figg. This voice was soft and caring, something Harry couldn't quite remember hearing in his short life, but he still didn't feel comfortable around the woman.
He got the feeling that she was a pushy and demanding woman. The woman moved towards Harry, and He tensed again and tried to move farther away. Seeing this, the woman stopped her movement and observed the boy again.
"Harry," started the woman, "I need you to take this potion. It will help make your fever go away." She handed the vile with the blue liquid to him. How did this strangely dressed woman know his name? Deciding he didn't want to anger the woman, Harry accepted the vile and sniffed it. He didn't think that this stuff would harm him, besides it smelled like blueberries.
He tentatively brought it to his lips and drank. As the stuff hit his parched tongue, he finally realized how thirsty he had been. He drank it all (He was right, it was blueberry flavored) and quietly handed the vile back to the nurse. She took it and smiled.
"Now, that wasn't so bad now was it?" asked the nurse. Harry was saved from answering the petite woman by the loud sound of a door banging open. He jumped.again. and gave a startled yelp.again. He whirled his head around and found the cause of the noise.
A man, just a strangely dressed as the woman, was standing in the doorway. The intimidating figure walked into the room, and Harry shrank back against his pillows.
"Really Severus," the woman scolded, "You just about scared the poor boy to death. Can't you at least walk quietly into a room like NORMAL people do? This IS a HOSPITAL wing."
The man, Severus, scowled at the woman and replied sarcastically, "I would like to remind you, Poppy, that I am not a NORMAL person. I pride myself on being an above normal person. Normal people are all a bunch of dimwitted idiots who wouldn't know common sense if it hit them over the head with an overweight hippogriff."
Harry barely constrained a giggle at the man's exclamation. He had no idea what a hippogriff was, but it sounded funny. Harry then took notice of the man's or Severus's appearance. He was tall. Harry guessed somewhere between 6'0 and 6'3. He had the greasiest hair Harry had ever seen. Harry hazarded a guess that the man hadn't washed his hair in a couple of years, but wisely kept his suspicions to himself. He also noted that the man had a rather hooked, long nose.
The man seemed to have a permanent scowl attached to his face. It looked so natural there that Harry figured it was constantly seen. The man had obsidian black eyes that stared right back into Harry's emerald green eyes. Something stirred in his mind. A memory forgotten made its way into his mind's eye.
*****FLASHBACK*****
Harry had just been locked in the cupboard again. His bruises hurt and he thought his wrist might be broken where his Uncle had grabbed and twisted it. He was starting to feel sick again. Harry grabbed the rag.erm.blanket, to protect him against the drafty cupboard, and curled up into a small ball and sank into unconsciousness.
Someone was shaking his shoulder. Oww, they were shaking his bruised shoulder. Harry let out a low moan. He opened his eyes and was met with some of the weirdest eyes he had ever seen. They were either black, or such a dark brown that it appeared black. With the pain clouding his mind, Harry couldn't come to a decision on which it was. He then noticed the man's hand was on his shoulder, and he tensed. He didn't really like physical contact. The man seemed to notice this, because he removed his hand. Harry realized that the man's mouth moving. He was saying something.
"Pot-, Harry, my name is Severus Snape, and I am a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Do you know what that is?" asked the man.
Harry had no idea what the man was talking about. Hogwarts? That sounded disgusting to Harry. Witchcraft and wizardry? Harry thought that was all make-believe. The man started to say something again, but he didn't catch it. Oh well, the man started talking louder.
"Come on Harry, I'm here to take you away for these . . . people," said the man soothingly. Harry thought he hadn't heard correctly. This man was going to save him from the Dursley's! Harry felt a bubble of happiness rise in his chest.
"You don't want to stay here, do you?" asked the man uncertainly. Harry shook his head vigorously. Of course he didn't want to stay here! What half way sane person would?
The man, his savior, picked him up and carried him out of the house. Harry was wrapped in the man's cloak. He snuggled into to black warmth and let out a sigh. He felt safe. He felt safe for the first time in a very long time.
****END FLASHBACK****
Harry stared at the man before him. He had saved him. Harry had no idea what possessed him, but he slowly go up and walked up to the tall man. He only came up to his savior's thigh.
The man looked down curiously at the small boy in front of him. Harry, in one swift movement, latched himself onto the man's leg and hugged him. The man was quite surprised at the boy's actions, and just stood there awkwardly for a moment and then patted the boy on the head.
"Thank you, for saving me," Harry whispered. The man looked down at the boy and let a small smile make its way onto his face.
"Your welcome, Harry"
A stunned nurse watched this from a little ways away. Amazement quickly turning to amusement as she saw the boy was still latched on to Severus's leg, even after about five minutes later.
A/N: YES!!!!! I finally got that chapter done! Ok next chapter should be out soon, and this story should start picking up. Please review and tell me what you think! I hope you like it!
Rogue Enchantress P.S. REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!.please?