Review: James and Lucius are working on a dark-detecting-preventing project
as a punishment. Lucius has a thing for Snape but is promised to Narcissa.
In the present, Draco & Harry become friends, then secretly boyfriends.
Hermione hates Draco, Ron is accepting. Harry is studying dark arts and
wants to meet with Voldemort. He's got a hidden agenda that he believes
will help him save those he loves. James and Lucius explain to their
friends that they'll be completing the 'project' and express their
nervousness, they drink the potion and are suddenly (and inexplicably)
faced with a punishment from McGonagall. In the last 1997 chapter, Harry's
missing. Ron and Draco find out Peter Pettigrew is at the edge of the
grounds. Harry's meeting w/ Death eaters and won't tell Draco anything
about it. Sirius writes back and people are noticing Harry's energy has
changed. Harry & Dray plan to meet for a snog, but Harry snogs Lucius
instead (eww) and then they all realize that the younger James and Lucius
are in 1997~!!!!!!!!
That Moment
James:
I couldn't quite understand what had happened, but was beginning to think we had gone to the wrong time. That was the only explanation I could think of for McGonagall's behavior. Of course, when I tried to explain this to Malfoy, he scoffed and said there was no way his work would have gone wrong, therefore if we were in the wrong time, it was my fault.
I certainly didn't want to get in more trouble, so I suggested we go ahead and start on the armor, then find the Headmaster later and see if he could tell us what had happened. The great Lucius Malfoy (I had begun to think he was a decent guy, but he was really being a prat about this) refused to do any detention that he felt sure he hadn't earned. This disagreement led to us standing in opposite corners of the room.
I saw the boy come in, watched him walk over to Malfoy. After Malfoy turned around, I watched this boy kiss him. I must admit, it was a bit surprising, which, of course, is why I yelled "Lucius!"
Just at that moment, I heard a voice from the door say "Harry?" So, I logically came to the conclusion that the dark haired boy kissing Malfoy was named Harry. As Harry turned toward that voice, I looked over there as well. Much to my surprise, it appeared to be Lucius Malfoy's twin brother. I can honestly say I don't know that I've ever seen two people look so much alike, they even had the same hairstyle!
What really shocked me, though, was when the first boy turned around. Once I got a look at his face, I suddenly knew exactly why Professor McGonagall had acted the way she did. This boy, Harry, looked so much like me that it was like a mirror. But it was a mirror with the vibrant green eyes of Lily Evans. I knew without a doubt that I was 21 years in the future and I was looking at my son. What I didn't know is why he seemed so emotional when he saw me.
There seemed to be a lifetime of meaning in the way he said my name, "James?"
Lucius:
James Potter is a bloody insufferable git! I couldn't believe he had the audacity to presume that my potions work would be anything less than perfection! Just the implication of that was enough to drive me into a state of fury. If he had ever paid attention in class he might realize that potions is an intricate science and that someone, such as myself, who excels in that science would know if their potion is appropriate for the desired results.
I heard the slightly teasing tone in the voice that said my name. I have to admit to a certain level of curiosity at that. I wouldn't have expected Potter to use a tone like that with me, especially when we'd both been so angry moments earlier. Before I had time to respond, his lips were on mine.
Now, I suppose I should explain that I have no romantic notions towards Potter, nor do I have any sexually driven lustful thoughts of him. He's not completely vile, I suppose, but that by no means constitutes a desire to shag him.
That kiss, however, was a bit of a milestone for me. It was the first time I'd had the sheer joy of kissing someone of the male persuasion. As such, it was the first time I was able to truly confirm the suspicions I'd had about my sexuality for quite some time. Now, while the kiss was nice, I must admit that I would have thoroughly enjoyed it and thrown myself into it further if it had been Severus. The simple physical confirmation of my orientation was enough for me to begin entertaining the ideas of being with Severus, kissing him, loving him. Of course, Narcissa would provide a bit of difficulty, what with the plans of us be married after graduation.
Ah, but I digress. At that moment, the kiss took me by surprise and these thoughts had just begun to form in my mind when I heard Potter's voice from across the room. As the boy kissing me opened his eyes, I saw that they were bright green, not the dark brown I was used to seeing from Potter. The rest of the face, however, was a skillfully designed duplicate of James Potter.
Following the gaze of those green eyes, I saw a Malfoy standing in the doorway. I knew at first glance he was a Malfoy, the dashing good looks and sophisticated air gave it away.
I decided quickly that I should explain this to Potter. I certainly wasn't prepared for Potter to tell people that I was interested in boys, or worse, him!
"James, I, uh.. . ." I faltered, not sure what explanation I could give. The truth seemed the most believable, but I wasn't interested in telling anyone about my feelings for Sev until I could tell him myself. Before I could formulate a reasonable explanation, the Potter look-alike seemed to panic in front of me. As I looked from him to Potter, to the new Malfoy in the doorway, I finally began to understand that my potion had indeed done exactly what it was supposed to do. (As if I ever doubted myself) We had traveled into the future, but unfortunately, it appeared that we had run into our own children. Furthermore, if the kiss were any indication, it appeared that my future son had the same sexual leanings as myself.
Draco:
I forced myself not to run to the Transfiguration classroom. It would show too much excitement. It could possibly draw attention in the halls and I certainly couldn't pass off the idea that I was running in excitement and anticipation of detention with the tabby cat teacher.
I couldn't tell anyone just yet, but I was highly anticipating the surging, needing sensations of Harry's lips on mine. I imagined he would have that crisp, clean outdoorsy smell, like the wind that whipped past him while he was flying. I couldn't wait to take a deep breath surrounded by the scent that would be purely Harry.
With a smile on my face, I walked into the classroom. . . and froze. Harry, MY HARRY, was kissing someone else. I couldn't speak for what seemed like hours. I think it was then that I realized I was getting in pretty deep. If the sight of him with another person could make me feel like a Death Eater had ripped my heart out and I was watching it beat in front of me, I could be in serious trouble.
"Harry?" Oh, I hated the pain that I heard in my voice. I'm a Malfoy, I'm not supposed to show pain or vulnerability. I'm certainly not supposed to let anyone know that they hold any control over me. Malfoy's are always in control. And even putting the Malfoy name aside, no child of Narcissa should ever allow a weakness like this.
Just as I spoke, I heard another voice. "Lucius!" Oh Merlin, no. My father couldn't see me like this. I didn't even want to think about what he would do, how he would react to any of this. Just as I was silently panicking, Harry turned to look at me in shock. That's when I got a look at the person he'd been kissing. I looked from this familiar blond to the dark-haired person in the corner, then, back to the blond.
"James, I, uh. . ." the blond said. James, Lucius, familiar blond, that guy in the corner looks like Harry. My mind was telling me the impossible. It somehow came to the completely illogical yet, at the moment, highly believable suggestion that these two people were our fathers. Younger, of course. (And in James' case - alive)
//Every time lately that I think I'm having a vision, it's you and my father.// Harry's words crept into my mind, his visions proving the plausibility of this situation. Harry's seer skills weren't wrong, our fathers were here.
Upon accepting this revelation, I looked to Harry, hoping he would have an explanation for it. Not to mention an explanation for kissing someone else (ew, it was my father! I'll have to think about that later). I realized, though, that Harry was in no condition to explain anything. And if I were entertaining the notion that he knew something of this arrangement, that notion was blown straight out the window at the expression on Harry's face.
He was, for lack of a better word, dumbstruck. I could see that he was delighted, frightened and very, very sad all at once. I could also see that he was very confused. The emotions running across his face were nearly tangible to me as I felt his jumbled energy hit me in waves. It was as though some part of his soul was reaching out to me for comfort, the way he might have reached a hand out to me if I'd been standing closer. I realized simultaneously that I was sending my energy to him as well, offering subconscious support and understanding. It seemed to be what he needed, because he finally found his voice again. I'm certain I wasn't the only one in the room that heard the raw emotion dripping from his voice when he said his father's name.
"James?"
Harry:
The exhilaration of flying around in the cold had left my skin slightly tingly. As I nearly ran through the castle, I was warming up from the inside, but I knew my skin was still cold to the touch.
All I could think of as I headed towards the Transfiguration classroom was extending this euphoric thrill by kissing Draco. I was really starting to feel completely addicted to the taste of him. He tastes just a little bit like cinnamon and just the tiniest bit like chocolate, and the rest is something that's just Dray - 100 percent pure. I knew that he was still a little upset about the Death Eater meeting, and I certainly wasn't going to tell him that I was taking the Dark Mark after our detention that night. My biggest problem would be finding a way to hide the mark from him, especially once we got past the "waiting a while" point of things.
//Be careful Harry. I was very fond of your parents, felt like they were of my own blood. I would hate to see you do anything you'd regret when seen through their eyes.// Dumbledore's words came back to me. I knew that my parents wouldn't want me working with Voldemort, but if they had lived my life, I thought they would understand my reasons for joining him. I had to believe that. Merlin knows, I'd never have the chance to ask for their approval, and by the same token, I'd never have the responsibility of facing their disappointment.
I finally made it to the classroom and was delighted to see Dray's familiar blond hair shimmering in the torchlight. It looked a little longer, but not enough for me to put any further thought into it. I loved the fact that I was able to sneak up on him. And the way he turned to me when I said, "Malfoy" was just perfect. Finally, those lips! I had just enough time during that kiss to register that something seemed slightly different, slightly wrong. Then I heard those voices behind me.
"Lucius!"
"Harry?!"
When my eyes popped open I was staring into the grey eyes of. . . someone. I could tell that it wasn't Dray but it looked so much like him that my brain wouldn't function properly. I turned and saw Dray standing by the door.
"Draco?" I was so confused. The non-Draco-blond that I'd been kissing spoke.
"James, I, uh"
It was at that moment that I realized there was someone else in the room. The someone who said 'Lucius' from behind me. The someone this blond was looking at. The someone in the corner of the room. That someone stepped out of the shadows just enough for the torchlight to brighten his face. I knew that face. I'd seen it in my dreams, in my prized photo album from Hagrid, in the mirror of Erised. I saw a slightly different version of that face every time I looked into the mirror.
Some part of my boggled mind put together the last thing I'd heard ('James, I, uh') with the image in front of me. Suddenly I couldn't breath. I couldn't think. I wasn't sure how much longer I would be standing upright. All I could think was 'That's James' and 'I need Dray'. I think I was trying to reach out for him, knowing that he could help, that he would understand how I was feeling. He was the only one there who could understand the way this made me feel. My eyes were starting to tear up and I felt a surge of energy from Dray, like he was trying to help, reaching out to me from a distance. It was just enough for me to try speaking.
I had a million things to say, a million questions to ask, but I couldn't form the words. I couldn't begin to choose one question, one statement. My father was standing in front of me, presumably in the flesh. I was fairly certain it wasn't the onset of insanity, yet I couldn't bring myself to call him dad or father. I couldn't put that much faith in it. Not yet. With everything I'd ever wanted to say to him, and all the love and happiness I'd missed out on, I took a deep breath and asked the question, hoping to verify what I was seeing before me.
"James?"
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Okay, I wasn't planning this chapter at all, but the voices in my head were quite insistent that you wonderful readers needed to know exactly how all four of them viewed that final few moments of the last chapter. I hope you aren't too disappointed to find that the story hasn't progressed yet, but if you read carefully, you will have seen at least a clue or two about what's going on. It's wonderful to get inside the character's heads every once in a while.
Jade: *Picks Jade up from the floor, waving smelling salts in her face* I was hoping to get a strong reaction from that cliffy ending, but I hope there was no bodily harm when you fell! And for the record, I think it may have been your review (and Aranami's) that sparked the voices to tell me that I HAD to let the readers know what was in their minds. Now you know for sure where Harry's happy ass was! As for a different word for praise: The MS Word thesaurus offers 'admire, commend, exalt, congratulate, go into raptures over, acclaim' and many more. I'm beginning to get used the praise. Okay, not really, I get all giggly and silly when I read these wonderful glorifying reviews, but I love it! I'm glad you got the message in the song lyrics. I find myself almost quoting it at times, like 'Mione saying 'remember how he used to be?' and Harry saying 'I'm not crazy' . . . Oh, and I loved Someone Told Me! Of course, I told you I loved it in the review.
Azhure: Thank you again and again. I can't promise to stop reading yours, though. I have to know what will happen next! And for the record. . . EVERYONE HERE SHOULD READ 'SATURN RETURNS' BY AZHURE - IT'S AWESOME! I'm glad you liked the muggle Xmas song. I think my fave part was in Sirius' letter 'the pot calling you black' I actually laughed at that one myself. It's not often I make myself laugh.
Delie: thank you. Glad you are working on that new fic. I'm watching, waiting, anticipating. No, you don't have to plead anymore. Oh yes, the consequences! Those will be interesting. (hint - many won't be known until the sequel)
Rebuky: don't fall off the chair! I hope you've gotten these updates!
PeachDancer82: don't worry about chapter 18. It's just lyrics. It's something that makes me think of this fic when I hear it on the radio, so I posted it almost like recommended listening while you read. You can just pretend it didn't exist. And now you know about them meeting up - glad you think they can handle it. They'll just have to, now won't they?
Aranami: As mentioned in Delie's reply above, your review sparked some responses from the characters themselves and became the inspiration behind this chapter. Especially Lucius. He was non-to-happy about the idea that someone would think he wanted any James booty. *grins* I, however, was very glad to hear from you again. I was beginning to worry that I had bored you or something.
Menecarkawan: Oh yay! You called me evil! That means I'm doing a good job!!!!!!!! *jumps around and around and trips over the office chair* A- hem, sorry about that. I know this chapter wasn't the 'aftermath' type thing you were looking for, but we're getting there, I swear we are! Now, get back to work on Pheonix!
Cassa-Andra: I'm glad you liked the review thingy. Don't feel bad about not reviewing earlier. I'm just glad you came back! 'You like me, you really like me.' Okay, so yeah, questions, I'm sure, have now been answered, and other questions can't be answered yet, so, um, yeah! As for the song- it's not really song-fic, just seems to fit. At least in my head. Maybe that's because I know how this is going to end and you don't! Mwahhhhh-haaa-haaa-haaa-haaaaa!
That Moment
James:
I couldn't quite understand what had happened, but was beginning to think we had gone to the wrong time. That was the only explanation I could think of for McGonagall's behavior. Of course, when I tried to explain this to Malfoy, he scoffed and said there was no way his work would have gone wrong, therefore if we were in the wrong time, it was my fault.
I certainly didn't want to get in more trouble, so I suggested we go ahead and start on the armor, then find the Headmaster later and see if he could tell us what had happened. The great Lucius Malfoy (I had begun to think he was a decent guy, but he was really being a prat about this) refused to do any detention that he felt sure he hadn't earned. This disagreement led to us standing in opposite corners of the room.
I saw the boy come in, watched him walk over to Malfoy. After Malfoy turned around, I watched this boy kiss him. I must admit, it was a bit surprising, which, of course, is why I yelled "Lucius!"
Just at that moment, I heard a voice from the door say "Harry?" So, I logically came to the conclusion that the dark haired boy kissing Malfoy was named Harry. As Harry turned toward that voice, I looked over there as well. Much to my surprise, it appeared to be Lucius Malfoy's twin brother. I can honestly say I don't know that I've ever seen two people look so much alike, they even had the same hairstyle!
What really shocked me, though, was when the first boy turned around. Once I got a look at his face, I suddenly knew exactly why Professor McGonagall had acted the way she did. This boy, Harry, looked so much like me that it was like a mirror. But it was a mirror with the vibrant green eyes of Lily Evans. I knew without a doubt that I was 21 years in the future and I was looking at my son. What I didn't know is why he seemed so emotional when he saw me.
There seemed to be a lifetime of meaning in the way he said my name, "James?"
Lucius:
James Potter is a bloody insufferable git! I couldn't believe he had the audacity to presume that my potions work would be anything less than perfection! Just the implication of that was enough to drive me into a state of fury. If he had ever paid attention in class he might realize that potions is an intricate science and that someone, such as myself, who excels in that science would know if their potion is appropriate for the desired results.
I heard the slightly teasing tone in the voice that said my name. I have to admit to a certain level of curiosity at that. I wouldn't have expected Potter to use a tone like that with me, especially when we'd both been so angry moments earlier. Before I had time to respond, his lips were on mine.
Now, I suppose I should explain that I have no romantic notions towards Potter, nor do I have any sexually driven lustful thoughts of him. He's not completely vile, I suppose, but that by no means constitutes a desire to shag him.
That kiss, however, was a bit of a milestone for me. It was the first time I'd had the sheer joy of kissing someone of the male persuasion. As such, it was the first time I was able to truly confirm the suspicions I'd had about my sexuality for quite some time. Now, while the kiss was nice, I must admit that I would have thoroughly enjoyed it and thrown myself into it further if it had been Severus. The simple physical confirmation of my orientation was enough for me to begin entertaining the ideas of being with Severus, kissing him, loving him. Of course, Narcissa would provide a bit of difficulty, what with the plans of us be married after graduation.
Ah, but I digress. At that moment, the kiss took me by surprise and these thoughts had just begun to form in my mind when I heard Potter's voice from across the room. As the boy kissing me opened his eyes, I saw that they were bright green, not the dark brown I was used to seeing from Potter. The rest of the face, however, was a skillfully designed duplicate of James Potter.
Following the gaze of those green eyes, I saw a Malfoy standing in the doorway. I knew at first glance he was a Malfoy, the dashing good looks and sophisticated air gave it away.
I decided quickly that I should explain this to Potter. I certainly wasn't prepared for Potter to tell people that I was interested in boys, or worse, him!
"James, I, uh.. . ." I faltered, not sure what explanation I could give. The truth seemed the most believable, but I wasn't interested in telling anyone about my feelings for Sev until I could tell him myself. Before I could formulate a reasonable explanation, the Potter look-alike seemed to panic in front of me. As I looked from him to Potter, to the new Malfoy in the doorway, I finally began to understand that my potion had indeed done exactly what it was supposed to do. (As if I ever doubted myself) We had traveled into the future, but unfortunately, it appeared that we had run into our own children. Furthermore, if the kiss were any indication, it appeared that my future son had the same sexual leanings as myself.
Draco:
I forced myself not to run to the Transfiguration classroom. It would show too much excitement. It could possibly draw attention in the halls and I certainly couldn't pass off the idea that I was running in excitement and anticipation of detention with the tabby cat teacher.
I couldn't tell anyone just yet, but I was highly anticipating the surging, needing sensations of Harry's lips on mine. I imagined he would have that crisp, clean outdoorsy smell, like the wind that whipped past him while he was flying. I couldn't wait to take a deep breath surrounded by the scent that would be purely Harry.
With a smile on my face, I walked into the classroom. . . and froze. Harry, MY HARRY, was kissing someone else. I couldn't speak for what seemed like hours. I think it was then that I realized I was getting in pretty deep. If the sight of him with another person could make me feel like a Death Eater had ripped my heart out and I was watching it beat in front of me, I could be in serious trouble.
"Harry?" Oh, I hated the pain that I heard in my voice. I'm a Malfoy, I'm not supposed to show pain or vulnerability. I'm certainly not supposed to let anyone know that they hold any control over me. Malfoy's are always in control. And even putting the Malfoy name aside, no child of Narcissa should ever allow a weakness like this.
Just as I spoke, I heard another voice. "Lucius!" Oh Merlin, no. My father couldn't see me like this. I didn't even want to think about what he would do, how he would react to any of this. Just as I was silently panicking, Harry turned to look at me in shock. That's when I got a look at the person he'd been kissing. I looked from this familiar blond to the dark-haired person in the corner, then, back to the blond.
"James, I, uh. . ." the blond said. James, Lucius, familiar blond, that guy in the corner looks like Harry. My mind was telling me the impossible. It somehow came to the completely illogical yet, at the moment, highly believable suggestion that these two people were our fathers. Younger, of course. (And in James' case - alive)
//Every time lately that I think I'm having a vision, it's you and my father.// Harry's words crept into my mind, his visions proving the plausibility of this situation. Harry's seer skills weren't wrong, our fathers were here.
Upon accepting this revelation, I looked to Harry, hoping he would have an explanation for it. Not to mention an explanation for kissing someone else (ew, it was my father! I'll have to think about that later). I realized, though, that Harry was in no condition to explain anything. And if I were entertaining the notion that he knew something of this arrangement, that notion was blown straight out the window at the expression on Harry's face.
He was, for lack of a better word, dumbstruck. I could see that he was delighted, frightened and very, very sad all at once. I could also see that he was very confused. The emotions running across his face were nearly tangible to me as I felt his jumbled energy hit me in waves. It was as though some part of his soul was reaching out to me for comfort, the way he might have reached a hand out to me if I'd been standing closer. I realized simultaneously that I was sending my energy to him as well, offering subconscious support and understanding. It seemed to be what he needed, because he finally found his voice again. I'm certain I wasn't the only one in the room that heard the raw emotion dripping from his voice when he said his father's name.
"James?"
Harry:
The exhilaration of flying around in the cold had left my skin slightly tingly. As I nearly ran through the castle, I was warming up from the inside, but I knew my skin was still cold to the touch.
All I could think of as I headed towards the Transfiguration classroom was extending this euphoric thrill by kissing Draco. I was really starting to feel completely addicted to the taste of him. He tastes just a little bit like cinnamon and just the tiniest bit like chocolate, and the rest is something that's just Dray - 100 percent pure. I knew that he was still a little upset about the Death Eater meeting, and I certainly wasn't going to tell him that I was taking the Dark Mark after our detention that night. My biggest problem would be finding a way to hide the mark from him, especially once we got past the "waiting a while" point of things.
//Be careful Harry. I was very fond of your parents, felt like they were of my own blood. I would hate to see you do anything you'd regret when seen through their eyes.// Dumbledore's words came back to me. I knew that my parents wouldn't want me working with Voldemort, but if they had lived my life, I thought they would understand my reasons for joining him. I had to believe that. Merlin knows, I'd never have the chance to ask for their approval, and by the same token, I'd never have the responsibility of facing their disappointment.
I finally made it to the classroom and was delighted to see Dray's familiar blond hair shimmering in the torchlight. It looked a little longer, but not enough for me to put any further thought into it. I loved the fact that I was able to sneak up on him. And the way he turned to me when I said, "Malfoy" was just perfect. Finally, those lips! I had just enough time during that kiss to register that something seemed slightly different, slightly wrong. Then I heard those voices behind me.
"Lucius!"
"Harry?!"
When my eyes popped open I was staring into the grey eyes of. . . someone. I could tell that it wasn't Dray but it looked so much like him that my brain wouldn't function properly. I turned and saw Dray standing by the door.
"Draco?" I was so confused. The non-Draco-blond that I'd been kissing spoke.
"James, I, uh"
It was at that moment that I realized there was someone else in the room. The someone who said 'Lucius' from behind me. The someone this blond was looking at. The someone in the corner of the room. That someone stepped out of the shadows just enough for the torchlight to brighten his face. I knew that face. I'd seen it in my dreams, in my prized photo album from Hagrid, in the mirror of Erised. I saw a slightly different version of that face every time I looked into the mirror.
Some part of my boggled mind put together the last thing I'd heard ('James, I, uh') with the image in front of me. Suddenly I couldn't breath. I couldn't think. I wasn't sure how much longer I would be standing upright. All I could think was 'That's James' and 'I need Dray'. I think I was trying to reach out for him, knowing that he could help, that he would understand how I was feeling. He was the only one there who could understand the way this made me feel. My eyes were starting to tear up and I felt a surge of energy from Dray, like he was trying to help, reaching out to me from a distance. It was just enough for me to try speaking.
I had a million things to say, a million questions to ask, but I couldn't form the words. I couldn't begin to choose one question, one statement. My father was standing in front of me, presumably in the flesh. I was fairly certain it wasn't the onset of insanity, yet I couldn't bring myself to call him dad or father. I couldn't put that much faith in it. Not yet. With everything I'd ever wanted to say to him, and all the love and happiness I'd missed out on, I took a deep breath and asked the question, hoping to verify what I was seeing before me.
"James?"
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Okay, I wasn't planning this chapter at all, but the voices in my head were quite insistent that you wonderful readers needed to know exactly how all four of them viewed that final few moments of the last chapter. I hope you aren't too disappointed to find that the story hasn't progressed yet, but if you read carefully, you will have seen at least a clue or two about what's going on. It's wonderful to get inside the character's heads every once in a while.
Jade: *Picks Jade up from the floor, waving smelling salts in her face* I was hoping to get a strong reaction from that cliffy ending, but I hope there was no bodily harm when you fell! And for the record, I think it may have been your review (and Aranami's) that sparked the voices to tell me that I HAD to let the readers know what was in their minds. Now you know for sure where Harry's happy ass was! As for a different word for praise: The MS Word thesaurus offers 'admire, commend, exalt, congratulate, go into raptures over, acclaim' and many more. I'm beginning to get used the praise. Okay, not really, I get all giggly and silly when I read these wonderful glorifying reviews, but I love it! I'm glad you got the message in the song lyrics. I find myself almost quoting it at times, like 'Mione saying 'remember how he used to be?' and Harry saying 'I'm not crazy' . . . Oh, and I loved Someone Told Me! Of course, I told you I loved it in the review.
Azhure: Thank you again and again. I can't promise to stop reading yours, though. I have to know what will happen next! And for the record. . . EVERYONE HERE SHOULD READ 'SATURN RETURNS' BY AZHURE - IT'S AWESOME! I'm glad you liked the muggle Xmas song. I think my fave part was in Sirius' letter 'the pot calling you black' I actually laughed at that one myself. It's not often I make myself laugh.
Delie: thank you. Glad you are working on that new fic. I'm watching, waiting, anticipating. No, you don't have to plead anymore. Oh yes, the consequences! Those will be interesting. (hint - many won't be known until the sequel)
Rebuky: don't fall off the chair! I hope you've gotten these updates!
PeachDancer82: don't worry about chapter 18. It's just lyrics. It's something that makes me think of this fic when I hear it on the radio, so I posted it almost like recommended listening while you read. You can just pretend it didn't exist. And now you know about them meeting up - glad you think they can handle it. They'll just have to, now won't they?
Aranami: As mentioned in Delie's reply above, your review sparked some responses from the characters themselves and became the inspiration behind this chapter. Especially Lucius. He was non-to-happy about the idea that someone would think he wanted any James booty. *grins* I, however, was very glad to hear from you again. I was beginning to worry that I had bored you or something.
Menecarkawan: Oh yay! You called me evil! That means I'm doing a good job!!!!!!!! *jumps around and around and trips over the office chair* A- hem, sorry about that. I know this chapter wasn't the 'aftermath' type thing you were looking for, but we're getting there, I swear we are! Now, get back to work on Pheonix!
Cassa-Andra: I'm glad you liked the review thingy. Don't feel bad about not reviewing earlier. I'm just glad you came back! 'You like me, you really like me.' Okay, so yeah, questions, I'm sure, have now been answered, and other questions can't be answered yet, so, um, yeah! As for the song- it's not really song-fic, just seems to fit. At least in my head. Maybe that's because I know how this is going to end and you don't! Mwahhhhh-haaa-haaa-haaa-haaaaa!