Recap: "I'd like you to write a letter to your father and have him set up
a meeting for me with Voldemort."
Chapter 13
DRACO's POV
I felt a dull thud reverberate through my body as my knees gave way and I unceremoniously landed on my butt. I couldn't have heard him right. There's no way I heard him right. It's just not possible that he could be that incredibly dim. Or maybe he's got a death wish. That's it. The fame and power has finally gone to his head and he's decided to end it all. He must figure the Dark Lord will be so anxious to kill him that he won't be tortured first.
Torture! I'd nearly forgotten! Those glowing eyes of his distracted me so much that I forgot he's carrying around some altruistic image of Death Eaters in his head. 'He doesn't touch their families' my arse! I can't even count the times I've been put under the Cruciatus curse just so my father would do his bidding. I've heard the stories of other families, Death Eaters trying to bring their children into the fold. Hell, it would seem that some of the students here are already Death Eaters, and my Father's made plenty of comments to suggest that I will become one during the winter holidays.
"Are you sure?"
Of course I'm sure. Hmm, that wasn't my subconscious asking that question was it?
"No, Malfoy, it was me." Harry dropped down to a sitting position in front of me.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about you. Are you sure that your father is planning on you becoming a Death Eater?"
"Yes. I thought you said you could only catch random thoughts."
"No, I said that I can catch thoughts sometimes, if there's a lot of emotion behind them. You've been raging with emotions since I came out here."
"Really, like what?"
"Your father used the unforgivables on you?"
"At times." I really didn't feel like talking about it, but I knew I needed to say something to convince Harry that Voldemort and his Death Eaters were not a path for him to choose. "You're wrong, you know. He does hurt family members."
"I'm sorry Draco. Really, I am. I just, I have to do this. I need you to trust me, trust that I know what I'm doing."
"Trust you.." The full weight of the word trust hit me like a ton of bricks. I don't know that I've ever trusted anyone before, well, aside from my father and look how that's turning out.
"You're still a ball of conflicting emotions, Draco."
"Like what kind of emotions?" My mind elsewhere, I simply asked out of courtesy, something to continue the communication between us. I didn't expect the answer that would follow.
"Like anger, shock, fear, desire."
I looked up at the last word, almost relieved that he already knew. It was something I had finally admitted to myself after a few dreams, and I was beginning to hope the feeling was mutual after I found out that he HAD indeed been in my room that night. I think I gasped. Harry Potter is a truly breathtaking beautiful, sensual human specimen. I could tell by the smile that graced his face that he knew exactly what I was thinking. I felt myself moving slowly towards him, unable to break the eye contact. In the space of a few moments, I was diminishing the distance between us, knowing without a doubt that the moment my lips touched his, my life would inevitably change. A sudden horror that it would be a negative change made me want to turn away but I found I couldn't no matter how hard I tried. Our noses were touching, our breaths were mingling together and there were two battling thoughts in my head.
'I've been waiting for this for so long'
'Why can't I turn away?'
Again reading my thoughts, Harry answered me, his lips gently brushing against mine as he spoke. "Me too, and because I don't want you to." Any response I might have had to that was lost in the pure ecstasy of his lips on mine. The heat that spread through my torso was mildly reminiscent of a drink of strong alcohol, but I also felt tingles coursing throughout my body.
~*_*~ The gentle, questioning explorative nature of the kiss quickly turned into a passionate, needful urgency. Harry felt the question on Draco's lips and knew the thoughts that ran through his head. He reached up, placing one hand on the side of Draco's neck, fingers tangling in the pale hair, his thumb gently stroking the smooth skin of Draco's jawbone. He needed to express his desire, needed Draco to recognize and accept it. Harry realized, the moment he said the word desire, the instant their eyes met, that this was exactly what Harry had been needing all year. Contact. He'd been shutting himself off from so much, only finding interest in learning and practicing his new powers. He barely realized that he wasn't experiencing many emotions anymore. It seemed Draco was the only one who could bring emotion to the surface for him.
The two of them broke contact, breathing heavily and staring at each other in wonderment.
"I-uh"
"Me too"
"You said"
"I'm sorry, I guess that was wrong of me, wasn't it?"
"Potter! Would you please stop talking to me before I can finish my sentences? I feel like I'm sleeping through half the bloody conversation!"
"Sorry."
"Thank you. Now, what was wrong of you?"
"Drawing you in. I mean, I guess it was unfair. I just - wanted to."
"What are you talking about?"
"You were wondering why you couldn't turn away before we kissed. You were just about to ask why I said 'because I don't want you to'. I'm explaining. You couldn't turn away because I was drawing you in."
"Did you put a curse on me?"
"My gods, am I THAT bad a kisser?"
"What? No, I mean - aarrgh. I am trying to get you to explain what you meant by drawing me in. Were you controlling me?"
"Yes." He said it so bluntly, so matter-of-fact, like it wasn't a big deal. Like every witch and wizard from the Weasleys up to Dumbledore wouldn't be furious to know that he was using power to control people. Draco simply stared, disbelieving. How could Harry have gotten so strong and not realized it?
"What do you mean? How strong am I?"
'Merlin, he's completely oblivious!'
"I am not."
"Please, Potter, stop reading my mind."
"On one condition. Stop calling me Potter. You haven't called me that in months, at least not when we're alone. I would think after we kissed isn't a good time to start that again."
"Had that kiss been of my own free will, I might agree with you, but I hardly had a choice in the matter. What is it, some silent Imperius curse?"
"No, it's not that strong. It's just, well, I don't know what it is to tell you the truth. I was just thinking that I wanted to kiss you, and I wanted you to kiss me back. I didn't want you to turn away, so I focused on that. And you didn't turn away." Harry was slowly leaning closer to Draco as he said this. The blond simply sat there, staring at the ground, wondering how much truth was in this statement. Once he flicked his eyes upward diamonds and emeralds clicked together and he found himself leaning in for another kiss. Just as their lips brushed each other, Draco leaned back, somewhat startled by the involuntary disappointed whimper from the Gryffindor in front of him.
"Are you still controlling me?"
"No."
"You promise?"
"Yes, I promise. Do you trust me?"
Trust, there was that word again. Mere moments ago, Draco had been certain that he could never trust anyone, not after dealing with his father. Looking into Harry's eyes, Draco realized now that his father couldn't possibly touch him the way Harry had. The depth and reality of his feelings settled into his soul with a certainty like nothing he'd ever felt before. He knew it would be some time before he'd reveal it all to the young man in front of him, but for now, it was enough that he recognized it himself.
Draco looked at the other boy in amazement. "You honestly have to ask that? You think I would have any reason not to trust you after the events of the last few days? If you truly wanted to hurt me, you wouldn't have saved my life when I fell."
Harry's eyes darkened noticeably at the mention of Draco's fall. To Draco, vision still affected by the potion, it seemed as though the emeralds had been replaced by something much darker, barely allowing the light to shine through, emotion swirling in the depths of those eyes and suddenly, without warning, a shimmering gem slid down the young man's cheek. Draco reached up, tentatively, and touched the gem. It was wet. He moved to his knees and pressed his lips against the glowing path of the tear, and against the next few tears that followed it. Realizing that he couldn't kiss away every tear, and that he had no idea why Harry was crying in the first place, he simply wrapped his arms around his companion and held him close.
"What's this for?" Draco asked after a few moments.
"I..it was - I had a dream."
"Voldemort?"
"No, it was that night, after I left the tower. I dreamt that you fell. That I couldn't stop you. It was horrible. And I couldn't figure out what to do, I couldn't explain, I didn't even think you'd want to talk to me again because you were mad at me."
"I was?"
"Weren't you? About me sneaking in your room. About me kissing you that night?"
"You silly git." Draco caught Harry's lips in another passionate, yearning kiss, twisting his hands through the messy dark hair, reveling in the sensations caused by the hands that were gently roaming his torso. Pulling back in need of oxygen, he was pleased to see that green eyes were bright and twinkling again. "Do you really think I would have been mad about you kissing me that night, considering that I've been wanting it for ages?"
"Well, I didn't know you wanted it. You thought you were dreaming. I didn't think you would react the same way if you knew it was real, and especially if you knew it was me."
"Oh, but I DID know it was you. I know the sound of your breath, Harry." Draco stopped, suddenly realizing he was getting a bit mushy and that this, er, CONVERSATION (and its accompanying activities) had completely distracted him from the real issue at hand. "You simply CAN'T meet with him. Are you DAFT?"
"What?"
"Voldemort. You can't honestly ask me to set up a meeting. He'd kill you!"
"Well, since we're changing the subject, what about you? You're planning to be a Death Eater by the end of next month!"
"I never said that!"
"You didn't have to, remember?"
"I was thinking about my FATHER. HE wants me to become a Death Eater. It's quite different."
"And what do you want, Draco?" Harry's voice had begun to get that demanding, closed off tone in it again. The same tone that had mildly excited Draco on many occasions, starting with that night in the potions classroom, the night they finally shook hands. The same tone that now excited him and mildly disturbed him simultaneously. Unbidden thoughts and images of EXACTLY what Draco wanted began flashing through his head. His heart started racing, his breath came slightly faster, his pants began to get just a little tighter.
"Draco!" Harry's voice interrupted a very strong train of thought. "I meant," he said slowly, "what do you want to do about your father's wishes? Are you looking forward to becoming a Death Eater?"
"It's not truly something one looks forward to, Harry. He places his potentials under the Cruciatus curse until he's satisfied with the volume of their screams, then he puts them under Imperius and makes them fulfill whatever twisted desires he can come up with at the time. There's a test for loyalty, usually involving the torture and/or murder of some Muggles, then finally, once he's determined they're worthy, he paralyzes them so they can't twitch or move or squirm with the pain of the Dark Mark being branded onto their arm. Now tell me, Harry, if you want to meet him so badly, if YOU are thinking about becoming a Death Eater, is that something YOU would look forward to?"
"I never said I was planning to become a Death Eater. I just.."
"You never really answered me, either. Why is it that you've suddenly decided after all this time that you wanted to learn the Dark Arts. This isn't just about defending yourself against them, is it?"
"I told you," Harry's voice was quiet again. "Protection."
"I'll protect you," Draco's voice was just as quiet.
"It's not me I'm worried about." "You're never going to tell me what's really going on in that gorgeous head of yours, are you?"
"You really think I'm gorgeous?"
"Stop changing the subject, Potter. You can be so frustrating sometimes."
"I thought we'd agreed that you wouldn't call me Potter anymore."
"Sorry, but will you?"
"Will I what?" Harry smirked, teasing the blond in the hopes that he would drop the uncomfortable topic so they could get back to the enjoyable activities they'd recently discovered together. He reached one hand up, caressing Draco's cheek and rubbing his thumb over the still kiss-swollen lips.
"Will you stop that and pay attention to me. I'm asking you to tell me what you're up to. What kind of kooky plan do you have and how do you expect Voldemort to help you?"
"I can't tell you that."
"Why not?"
"Because, the less you know, the safer you'll be," Harry was beginning to get quite emotional.
"My father is Lucius Malfoy, my safety has already been determined."
"You know that he'll keep you safe?"
"No. But I know that if he doesn't want me safe, or his Lord doesn't want me safe, then I won't be."
"You know that if anyone find out about us, you won't be safe, right?"
"I know."
"We should go in, get some sleep. It's got to be getting late."
"Right. You're right." They both stood, stretching out the cramped legs that had been folded underneath them. Harry intertwined his fingers with Draco's, pulling him close and meeting his lips once again. The kiss was sweet, lingering and slightly passionate.
Once they finally broke apart, green and gray eyes met each other, staring, seeking answers to unasked questions. Draco took a deep breath, gathered his nerve, and finally asked, "So, what are we?"
"I don't know, Draco. We're..different."
That seemed to be the best answer either of them could comprehend at the time. The smiled at each other once more, then Draco donned the invisibility cloak, Harry made himself invisible and they silently walked back to the castle and attempted to get some sleep.
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A/N: Hope you all liked that chapter. It's by far my longest chapter yet. (over 2500 words) I made a few corrections to chapter one and realized it's less than 900 words! Can't believe the difference. Anyway, don't worry about chapter one, it was just typos. However, I know I've posted a few other things with typos as well, and therefore I'm wondering if anyone out there would like to volunteer to beta for me???
On to the replies:
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Chapter 13
DRACO's POV
I felt a dull thud reverberate through my body as my knees gave way and I unceremoniously landed on my butt. I couldn't have heard him right. There's no way I heard him right. It's just not possible that he could be that incredibly dim. Or maybe he's got a death wish. That's it. The fame and power has finally gone to his head and he's decided to end it all. He must figure the Dark Lord will be so anxious to kill him that he won't be tortured first.
Torture! I'd nearly forgotten! Those glowing eyes of his distracted me so much that I forgot he's carrying around some altruistic image of Death Eaters in his head. 'He doesn't touch their families' my arse! I can't even count the times I've been put under the Cruciatus curse just so my father would do his bidding. I've heard the stories of other families, Death Eaters trying to bring their children into the fold. Hell, it would seem that some of the students here are already Death Eaters, and my Father's made plenty of comments to suggest that I will become one during the winter holidays.
"Are you sure?"
Of course I'm sure. Hmm, that wasn't my subconscious asking that question was it?
"No, Malfoy, it was me." Harry dropped down to a sitting position in front of me.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about you. Are you sure that your father is planning on you becoming a Death Eater?"
"Yes. I thought you said you could only catch random thoughts."
"No, I said that I can catch thoughts sometimes, if there's a lot of emotion behind them. You've been raging with emotions since I came out here."
"Really, like what?"
"Your father used the unforgivables on you?"
"At times." I really didn't feel like talking about it, but I knew I needed to say something to convince Harry that Voldemort and his Death Eaters were not a path for him to choose. "You're wrong, you know. He does hurt family members."
"I'm sorry Draco. Really, I am. I just, I have to do this. I need you to trust me, trust that I know what I'm doing."
"Trust you.." The full weight of the word trust hit me like a ton of bricks. I don't know that I've ever trusted anyone before, well, aside from my father and look how that's turning out.
"You're still a ball of conflicting emotions, Draco."
"Like what kind of emotions?" My mind elsewhere, I simply asked out of courtesy, something to continue the communication between us. I didn't expect the answer that would follow.
"Like anger, shock, fear, desire."
I looked up at the last word, almost relieved that he already knew. It was something I had finally admitted to myself after a few dreams, and I was beginning to hope the feeling was mutual after I found out that he HAD indeed been in my room that night. I think I gasped. Harry Potter is a truly breathtaking beautiful, sensual human specimen. I could tell by the smile that graced his face that he knew exactly what I was thinking. I felt myself moving slowly towards him, unable to break the eye contact. In the space of a few moments, I was diminishing the distance between us, knowing without a doubt that the moment my lips touched his, my life would inevitably change. A sudden horror that it would be a negative change made me want to turn away but I found I couldn't no matter how hard I tried. Our noses were touching, our breaths were mingling together and there were two battling thoughts in my head.
'I've been waiting for this for so long'
'Why can't I turn away?'
Again reading my thoughts, Harry answered me, his lips gently brushing against mine as he spoke. "Me too, and because I don't want you to." Any response I might have had to that was lost in the pure ecstasy of his lips on mine. The heat that spread through my torso was mildly reminiscent of a drink of strong alcohol, but I also felt tingles coursing throughout my body.
~*_*~ The gentle, questioning explorative nature of the kiss quickly turned into a passionate, needful urgency. Harry felt the question on Draco's lips and knew the thoughts that ran through his head. He reached up, placing one hand on the side of Draco's neck, fingers tangling in the pale hair, his thumb gently stroking the smooth skin of Draco's jawbone. He needed to express his desire, needed Draco to recognize and accept it. Harry realized, the moment he said the word desire, the instant their eyes met, that this was exactly what Harry had been needing all year. Contact. He'd been shutting himself off from so much, only finding interest in learning and practicing his new powers. He barely realized that he wasn't experiencing many emotions anymore. It seemed Draco was the only one who could bring emotion to the surface for him.
The two of them broke contact, breathing heavily and staring at each other in wonderment.
"I-uh"
"Me too"
"You said"
"I'm sorry, I guess that was wrong of me, wasn't it?"
"Potter! Would you please stop talking to me before I can finish my sentences? I feel like I'm sleeping through half the bloody conversation!"
"Sorry."
"Thank you. Now, what was wrong of you?"
"Drawing you in. I mean, I guess it was unfair. I just - wanted to."
"What are you talking about?"
"You were wondering why you couldn't turn away before we kissed. You were just about to ask why I said 'because I don't want you to'. I'm explaining. You couldn't turn away because I was drawing you in."
"Did you put a curse on me?"
"My gods, am I THAT bad a kisser?"
"What? No, I mean - aarrgh. I am trying to get you to explain what you meant by drawing me in. Were you controlling me?"
"Yes." He said it so bluntly, so matter-of-fact, like it wasn't a big deal. Like every witch and wizard from the Weasleys up to Dumbledore wouldn't be furious to know that he was using power to control people. Draco simply stared, disbelieving. How could Harry have gotten so strong and not realized it?
"What do you mean? How strong am I?"
'Merlin, he's completely oblivious!'
"I am not."
"Please, Potter, stop reading my mind."
"On one condition. Stop calling me Potter. You haven't called me that in months, at least not when we're alone. I would think after we kissed isn't a good time to start that again."
"Had that kiss been of my own free will, I might agree with you, but I hardly had a choice in the matter. What is it, some silent Imperius curse?"
"No, it's not that strong. It's just, well, I don't know what it is to tell you the truth. I was just thinking that I wanted to kiss you, and I wanted you to kiss me back. I didn't want you to turn away, so I focused on that. And you didn't turn away." Harry was slowly leaning closer to Draco as he said this. The blond simply sat there, staring at the ground, wondering how much truth was in this statement. Once he flicked his eyes upward diamonds and emeralds clicked together and he found himself leaning in for another kiss. Just as their lips brushed each other, Draco leaned back, somewhat startled by the involuntary disappointed whimper from the Gryffindor in front of him.
"Are you still controlling me?"
"No."
"You promise?"
"Yes, I promise. Do you trust me?"
Trust, there was that word again. Mere moments ago, Draco had been certain that he could never trust anyone, not after dealing with his father. Looking into Harry's eyes, Draco realized now that his father couldn't possibly touch him the way Harry had. The depth and reality of his feelings settled into his soul with a certainty like nothing he'd ever felt before. He knew it would be some time before he'd reveal it all to the young man in front of him, but for now, it was enough that he recognized it himself.
Draco looked at the other boy in amazement. "You honestly have to ask that? You think I would have any reason not to trust you after the events of the last few days? If you truly wanted to hurt me, you wouldn't have saved my life when I fell."
Harry's eyes darkened noticeably at the mention of Draco's fall. To Draco, vision still affected by the potion, it seemed as though the emeralds had been replaced by something much darker, barely allowing the light to shine through, emotion swirling in the depths of those eyes and suddenly, without warning, a shimmering gem slid down the young man's cheek. Draco reached up, tentatively, and touched the gem. It was wet. He moved to his knees and pressed his lips against the glowing path of the tear, and against the next few tears that followed it. Realizing that he couldn't kiss away every tear, and that he had no idea why Harry was crying in the first place, he simply wrapped his arms around his companion and held him close.
"What's this for?" Draco asked after a few moments.
"I..it was - I had a dream."
"Voldemort?"
"No, it was that night, after I left the tower. I dreamt that you fell. That I couldn't stop you. It was horrible. And I couldn't figure out what to do, I couldn't explain, I didn't even think you'd want to talk to me again because you were mad at me."
"I was?"
"Weren't you? About me sneaking in your room. About me kissing you that night?"
"You silly git." Draco caught Harry's lips in another passionate, yearning kiss, twisting his hands through the messy dark hair, reveling in the sensations caused by the hands that were gently roaming his torso. Pulling back in need of oxygen, he was pleased to see that green eyes were bright and twinkling again. "Do you really think I would have been mad about you kissing me that night, considering that I've been wanting it for ages?"
"Well, I didn't know you wanted it. You thought you were dreaming. I didn't think you would react the same way if you knew it was real, and especially if you knew it was me."
"Oh, but I DID know it was you. I know the sound of your breath, Harry." Draco stopped, suddenly realizing he was getting a bit mushy and that this, er, CONVERSATION (and its accompanying activities) had completely distracted him from the real issue at hand. "You simply CAN'T meet with him. Are you DAFT?"
"What?"
"Voldemort. You can't honestly ask me to set up a meeting. He'd kill you!"
"Well, since we're changing the subject, what about you? You're planning to be a Death Eater by the end of next month!"
"I never said that!"
"You didn't have to, remember?"
"I was thinking about my FATHER. HE wants me to become a Death Eater. It's quite different."
"And what do you want, Draco?" Harry's voice had begun to get that demanding, closed off tone in it again. The same tone that had mildly excited Draco on many occasions, starting with that night in the potions classroom, the night they finally shook hands. The same tone that now excited him and mildly disturbed him simultaneously. Unbidden thoughts and images of EXACTLY what Draco wanted began flashing through his head. His heart started racing, his breath came slightly faster, his pants began to get just a little tighter.
"Draco!" Harry's voice interrupted a very strong train of thought. "I meant," he said slowly, "what do you want to do about your father's wishes? Are you looking forward to becoming a Death Eater?"
"It's not truly something one looks forward to, Harry. He places his potentials under the Cruciatus curse until he's satisfied with the volume of their screams, then he puts them under Imperius and makes them fulfill whatever twisted desires he can come up with at the time. There's a test for loyalty, usually involving the torture and/or murder of some Muggles, then finally, once he's determined they're worthy, he paralyzes them so they can't twitch or move or squirm with the pain of the Dark Mark being branded onto their arm. Now tell me, Harry, if you want to meet him so badly, if YOU are thinking about becoming a Death Eater, is that something YOU would look forward to?"
"I never said I was planning to become a Death Eater. I just.."
"You never really answered me, either. Why is it that you've suddenly decided after all this time that you wanted to learn the Dark Arts. This isn't just about defending yourself against them, is it?"
"I told you," Harry's voice was quiet again. "Protection."
"I'll protect you," Draco's voice was just as quiet.
"It's not me I'm worried about." "You're never going to tell me what's really going on in that gorgeous head of yours, are you?"
"You really think I'm gorgeous?"
"Stop changing the subject, Potter. You can be so frustrating sometimes."
"I thought we'd agreed that you wouldn't call me Potter anymore."
"Sorry, but will you?"
"Will I what?" Harry smirked, teasing the blond in the hopes that he would drop the uncomfortable topic so they could get back to the enjoyable activities they'd recently discovered together. He reached one hand up, caressing Draco's cheek and rubbing his thumb over the still kiss-swollen lips.
"Will you stop that and pay attention to me. I'm asking you to tell me what you're up to. What kind of kooky plan do you have and how do you expect Voldemort to help you?"
"I can't tell you that."
"Why not?"
"Because, the less you know, the safer you'll be," Harry was beginning to get quite emotional.
"My father is Lucius Malfoy, my safety has already been determined."
"You know that he'll keep you safe?"
"No. But I know that if he doesn't want me safe, or his Lord doesn't want me safe, then I won't be."
"You know that if anyone find out about us, you won't be safe, right?"
"I know."
"We should go in, get some sleep. It's got to be getting late."
"Right. You're right." They both stood, stretching out the cramped legs that had been folded underneath them. Harry intertwined his fingers with Draco's, pulling him close and meeting his lips once again. The kiss was sweet, lingering and slightly passionate.
Once they finally broke apart, green and gray eyes met each other, staring, seeking answers to unasked questions. Draco took a deep breath, gathered his nerve, and finally asked, "So, what are we?"
"I don't know, Draco. We're..different."
That seemed to be the best answer either of them could comprehend at the time. The smiled at each other once more, then Draco donned the invisibility cloak, Harry made himself invisible and they silently walked back to the castle and attempted to get some sleep.
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A/N: Hope you all liked that chapter. It's by far my longest chapter yet. (over 2500 words) I made a few corrections to chapter one and realized it's less than 900 words! Can't believe the difference. Anyway, don't worry about chapter one, it was just typos. However, I know I've posted a few other things with typos as well, and therefore I'm wondering if anyone out there would like to volunteer to beta for me???
On to the replies:
Jade Maxwell: you flatter me too much, and yes, they are!
She-Who-Is: I hope you finally found chapter 12. I know how frustrating that is, I'm having the same problem right now with a couple fics on my faves list. Sorry about the angst, I hope this made up for some of it.
Menecarkawan: yes, shake him roughly, he needs it! Can't believe you thought that one was short, it was 1600 words, (see my earlier note about chap one) Anyway, I hope this one makes up for it, but don't expect them all to be this long.
PeachDancer82; Thank you for the comments. The past will be returning in the next chapter or two. I hope this was enough H/D action to tide you over for a bit.*grins
Delie:I'm going to tell you a secret - Shhh, don't tell any of the other readers.I didn't realize the possible connection when I made Narcissa's maiden name Black. I was just looking for something.but now that you mention it, Sirius has owled to let me know that he and Narcissa are cousins. More about that later. You are so incredibly flattering! I hope you aren't TOO upset at catching up!
Hermione DB Granger: I'm so incredibly flattered now! Awesome reviews AND referrals! That error was supposed to be 'reputation' sorry for the typos, I've fixed chp 1 now. I'm really sorry you don't like H/D fics, but that has to be the absolute best praise I've received in all my 32 reviews! I sincerely hope you do keep reading, I'd like to see what you think later on.
Aranami: Thank you! Sentee will be coming back later on, so I'm glad you like her. She's got a very protective streak for Harry, doesn't she?
To all my readers: Thank you so much! You are great, you are awesome! Please, do me a favor and check out my favorite stories list. There are so many wonderful stories on here and I want you all to read those I've listed because they are in large part my inspiration!
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