Author's Note (not that you ever read them =)) Hmm when I say that I have no time to type I mean no time to type! Anyway, a quick thanks to all of my lovely reviewers, you are what made me kind get to work on it! So ah, interesting chapter I suppose, ooh yes and more plot development!! Hah I finally discovered the secret plot of the story that my friend and I devised a looooong time ago, just never really put it into action. You'll have to forgive my constant lack of updating, try as a may debate is eating me and school isn't helping either =)
::Ambrose is still muttered to herself while she types:: I'm going to make this f-ing disclaimer short and sweet.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything having to do with songs, books, settings bladeblah. But, ::Ambrose smiles proudly:: I do own Aidan, Seth, Tristian, Jackson and Tracy.
Chapter Six
"My Lord." A tiny voice squeaked from the doorway of the room. The small cloaked figure went well with the voice. "They are headed to the wizarding world. All of your men have been alerted, and are openly awaiting orders. Even the little Malfoy can't protect her now." Slowly, the voice was gaining strength.
"We have also been doing all that we can to keep them from spending so much time together, rehearsals, song sessions and other such things." The next hooded figure stood taller than the other and leaned casually against the door frame.
"Excellent." The dark lord muttered, his eyes fixed on his low subjects. "Come forth, and sit. We've much to plan."
The tallest strode forward, swaggering slightly with each step, and made himself at home with the offered chair. Stealing a glance over his shoulder, he saw that the other stood meekly at the doorway. "Do as your master says!!" He barked and with a high squeal, the cloaked one followed the order.
"Now then, you have given me much good information. Where shall we go from there?" Voldemort asked, pressing the pale tips of his fingers together. He wore sweeping robes, the color of deep red wine lined in silver. He snapped his fingers and a hooded death eater came forth and poured glasses of wine for each of them. "Go," he ordered and the death eater left.
Both of the seated guests looked around the room in awe, it was large and appeared to be made, or carved from black obsidian and glimmered in the cool candle light. The floor was made of solid black granite and in the center, inlaid with green stone was the dark mark. Tapered green candles hung hauntingly in the air and a massive throne stood impressively at the opposite of the large ebony doors. The throne itself was carved from the magnificent obsidian and inlaid with green stone, weaving around like flames. Black silk spilled from the seat as the Dark Lord rose and made his way over to his spies.
"Well are you going to give me any suggestions or will I have to do all of the work myself," he shrieked at them, seating himself in the highest chair at a large ebony table where a huge map of the wizarding world was laid out. Stones carved as skulls held each frayed corner down. "Your try with the poison in muggle's did no good."
They both shrunk before him. "My Lord we thought that if the poison took hold, and killed him then maybe she would drive herself back into our easier reaches and capabilities from the grief." Tiny as the voice usually was, it was miniscule now.
Voldemort stood swiftly and came down on her, his face mere inches from hers. "Are you telling me that you are not capable of dong your job correctly unless you have her in closer reaches? Are you telling me that you are more apt to fail if she is not within closer reaches? This does not weigh well with me girl," he hissed. Pulling back from her, she cowered.
"No my Lord! I did not mean it that way. I was just saying that if perhaps she was closer to our hold then the job would go smoother and faster. Without a margin of error!"
"There already is no margin of error, which as both of you have clearly displayed does not seem to show any significance to you."
"I, well that is my lord." The deepest voice began slowly.
"Silence," he hissed, eyes fixed on his wine glass, which was cradled in his bone like fingers. "I want her brought to me alive, kill yourselves if you have to, I want that girl brought to me alive. Weasley has been brought before the ministry as a likely candidate for Minister. Fudge as it stands will not last much longer. It seems that even the fools in that his cabinet are even tiring of his idiocy." He drew in a long rattling breath, wheezing painfully.
"If we have the girl to hold for ransom, then,"
"Author Weasley will be forced to step down and give us control of the entire ministry, as loyal to his work as the fool is, even he cannot put work before his own filthy family." Voldemort finished and finished his wine, setting the clear glass down on the table gently.
"How long do we have?" The small voice asked.
"Time does not matter at this point. If it does I shall let you know immediately. In the meantime I want that girl captured, alive and brought to me." He stood signaling their cue to leave. "Kill the others. Is that clear?" They nodded.
"As you wish my Lord." They said in unison.
"Now go! Get out of my sight." Voldemort watched them leave and let out a high pitched, shrieking laugh as he sank comfortably back into his throne. He turned to the door and with the flick of his wrist it slammed shut and the candles blew out. As the darkness enveloped him comfortably, his red eyes glowed, giving off the only light.
***
"Seth I swear to you, its not that bad honestly you're really going to like Charlie! He's awesome." Ginny reassured him as they stood on the roof of her apartment. A mere week ago she had written her mother and within an hour received an owl, telling her that Charlie would come for all of them and would see to setting up a portkey.
He shuddered into his vintage red and yellow jacket. "I know, I know, you've already told me that a hundred times. It's just that I've never met any wizards outside of you and Draco."
Draco smirked from the other side of Ginny. "And trust me; you haven't seen the mental lot of us yet. Some of us go around setting perfectly good buildings on fire, making explosions, dragon hunting," he spoke with a delightful air of a child. Behind his eyes was a sparkle of humor that Ginny had never seen before.
Seth reeled back further and Aidan clapped him on the shoulder. "Buck up man! Draco stop tormenting him." Aidan barked at him and Draco laughed.
"As you wish captain." Was the joking reply and Ginny herself laughed. Their eyes caught each other's and fleeting smiles crossed their faces. In the past week and a half both had been meeting late at night in secret or going to dinner at nights to 'discuss arrangements for the visit home'. The band accepted it readily save Aidan whom seemed interested in the sudden blossom of closeness. However even he brushed it off, seeming to accept the fact that they were just getting over years of rivalry and hurt.
However, their smiles did not last long, nor did their gaze; for fear that Tristian might pick it up. After all he was standing directly behind Ginny, arms wrapped about her like always. She leaned against him, hoping to look natural as possible. The tension between Draco and Tristian was increasing rapidly. Draco suspected something and Tristian seemed to be hiding something. Whatever it really was, the rivalry, hate, whatever it might be called lost none of its potency since Tristian's return.
She wouldn't have to keep the act up for very long though, for as her train of thought switched over to her family Charlie popped out of nowhere, carrying a ratty shirt in his left hand, wand in his right. A huge smile of delight crossed her face; he pocketed his wand and dropped the shirt, absorbing the full on shock of her throwing herself against him.
"Charlie!" She squealed. His strong arms lifted her up in the air and spun her in a circle before bringing her down.
"Gin! Oh it's so good to see you! A bit different than I remembered, but still the same Weasley kid no less." She laughed as he took her in, marveling at how she grew from his clumsy, gawky kid sister to the woman who stood before him now.
"Did you bring it?" She asked him. However his eyes were not on her anymore. However they did rest upon Draco. A look of contempt crossed his features and he stepped forward.
"The Malfoy boy is it?"
"I'd prefer to be called Draco," he said smoothly, not breaking gaze with Charlie.
"What are you doing here among the company of my sister?" He growled. His hand was inching towards the holster that held his wand as his side under his cloak. Draco's hand moved slightly to his, but faltered and let his fingers fall idly to his side.
He sighed and stepped away from the Weasley whom was still staring at him. "They are my friends and companions. I live across the way from Ginny and we sort of bumped into each other and her friends became mine."
"No doubt you have some sinister plan in mind. Tell me what it is, do you wish to have her dead? I'm sure that your death eater friends." Charlie started in, a dark, possessed look on his naturally handsome face.
Finally fed up with the insulting she broke from Tristian's grasp and rushed between the two, facing Charlie. She pushed him back in the chest and looked him, anger etched in the lines of her face. "Would stop it! My God what are you three! Draco is my friend as well as friend to my other friends. He hasn't done anything to me or to them to say otherwise. It has already been proven that he is not a death eater, nor did he have any intentions of becoming one. Do us all a favor Charlie and grow up!" She yelled and turned to Draco.
"As for you? Well, good job at keeping yourself together, only further proving that you aren't like you were." Another smile crept upon her face and she gave him a small wink. That wink was to let each other know that it was all for acting for the sake of being normal. Charlie shook his head and stepped forward, holding out a hand.
"Sorry then, I'll do my best to forget old pasts and try to get along with you. Any friend to my sister can't be bad at all." In the background Tristian sighed and the others smiled in agreement to Charlie.
Draco stepped forward and grasped Charlie's hand in his own, nodding curtly. "Apology accepted and I shall do my best to prove that I am a good guy." They gave each other a curt look before letting go. Charlie turned to Ginny and suddenly realized something.
"Charlie let me introduce you to my friends," she had begun but he held up a hand to silence her.
"The portkey, it should be any minute now!" He said and grabbed the shirt from the ground. "Okay now everyone take a hold of it." Following orders, but raising quizzical eyebrows the lot of them grasped the shirt. Ginny looked around at her company, Draco, Tristian, Aidan, Seth, Jackson and Tracy all stood around it. Jackson stood next to Draco and was muttering something to him, shooting a pointed glance at her. She herself gave them a questioning look but was ignored.
However she had no more time to think before she was suddenly sucked into a huge warp. Around her the others were giving out shouts and in Seth's case a shriek of terror. As soon as the warp began, it ended and they all landed in a field beside a large, many storied, leaning house.
A large smile swept over Ginny's face as she swept her arms out and spun in a circle. Charlie laughed and began the trudge to the house. "Come on then, we make way for the Burrow!"
"So this is the infamous Weasley house." Draco muttered, still next to Jackson. "Its bigger and more colorful than I'd imagined." Ginny only laughed from her position of helping Seth across the field. The poor boy was still shaking from the trip and was in need of comforting.
As they approached the front gate of the house a short woman came out and looked ahead to them. She was holding a soapy dishtowel and wore a brightly colored smock over a blue dress. Her red hair was braided behind her and a smile adorned her weathered, aging face. "Ginny! Oh Arthur come quickly! She's home she's home!"
"Mum!" She cried out and broke into a run, embracing the woman tightly. A tall balding man came leaping out of the house and laughed joyously.
"Oh muffin you've finally returned to us!" He said and hugged her fiercely. She laughed and hugged Charlie again for the sake of it. There stood a reuniting family, all smiles and laughs as the others watched on.
"Oh yes of course, mum, dad, Charlie these are my friends and band members, Jackson, Tracy, Seth, Aidan and Tristian. Of course you know Draco as well. He's working for the ministry in Wizard to Muggle Relations and lives across the street." Molly looked at him skeptically, whilst Arthur tensed up, but strode forward and gripped his hand tightly.
"Draco. I'm sorry about the loss of your family, but happy you rendered your services to the ministry. Welcome to the Burrow," he said formally and looked at the others, relaxing his face. "Welcome all of you! Please come in, come in." With a sweep of his deep green robes he led them inside.
"Mum this dress and dad's robes look new!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Oh that's because they are sweetling. Your father got a raise a long time ago and after you left I took on a job at Madam Malkins in my spare time. Earning a little bit of extra money and also getting discounts on some lovely robes."
"That's great mum!"
"Now then, you are all welcome to stay here. Ginny shall take her own room of course." Molly began but stopped. She had no idea who was who and where to place them.
"Jackson and Tracy can have Fred and George's old room. Ah Seth and Tristian you'll have Ron's room and Draco and Aidan can stay next door to me, in Percy's old room. As to me it looks as if you're to be home for a while Charlie."
Charlie nodded and stood from his seat on the sofa. "Well I must be running, promised Bryce I'd drop by the hotel and pick her up before heading to the bar to see the twins. Absolutely loves them she does. Thinks their a riot." The others nodded and with a pop he disappeared.
"I must also run, I have to pay a visit to the ministry for some more work things." Draco said and strode over to Molly. Ginny tensed up as he leaned towards her, however, he took her completely by surprise when he hugged her. Molly looked up at him in amazement.
"Thank you for letting me stay in your home," he said. "I'm going to put my things up in my room before I go. Ginny could you show me where it is?" He asked. She nodded and led the way upstairs. When they were safely tucked away from everyone she stopped him.
"What was that?" She asked amazed. Her eyes mirrored the admiration and growing feelings she had for him. With no second question he smiled.
Many different responses were coming to in his head, but he chose his words carefully before he spoke. "I'd like to get on your mother's good side. So that if you ever decide to break up with Tristian and publicly be with me I won't have such a time getting in good graces everywhere." She laughed and began leading him down the hall, fingers laced in his. He followed her and when they stopped before the door she made to leave, instead he pulled her to him as he opened the door shutting it quietly behind him. Roughly, he pulled her to him, bringing his lips down on hers, making her gasp in delight. The touch turned from desperate to gentle as his tongue ran delightfully across her teeth, wishing to delve deeper. Suddenly, just as it began, it ended, when she pushed herself away from him.
"Not now, not here," she whispered. "I'll see you later." She turned and strode out leaving the door open behind her. Ginny walked briskly, hoping to bring down the bright color in her cheeks. Down at the bottom of the stairs the rest of them were waiting for her.
"Can you show us to our rooms?" Jackson asked.
A sigh rushed past her lips and she nodded. After showing them where they were staying Ginny came downstairs and sat down with her mother.
Molly gave her a piercing stare and led her into the kitchen. "You're dating Tristian are you not?" She asked. Ginny nodded, averting her gaze to the floor. "Well, I never fancied my daughter to cheat on a man but there you have it, and with a Malfoy no less."
Ginny's head snapped up. "Mum! How did you figure it out, I, well, we thought were keeping it a good secret."
Mrs. Weasley laughed again. "Oh don't worry child, you are, you are. Mothers have this intuition for situations such as this. Now I'm not going to tell anyone if that's what you think, and I'm not going to tell you that you must stop conspiring with Draco, now that I see his good side he's a rather charming young man. But Ginny you mustn't string them along like such, if you want to be with one of them, then let the other down."
Guiltily, she looked down at the scrubbed wood table. It felt good and comfortable to be back in the surroundings of home again. The clock hung on the wall, and the dishes were happily scrubbing themselves in the sink. "I don't know what I want." Was the simple reply, before Ginny stood. "I'm going out to the Alley, to see if I don't run into anyone that I know."
"Alright, but be back for dinner. We're going to have a real dinner in a house full of people." Molly began sashaying about the kitchen, waving her wand muttered incantations in a sing song voice.
Walking form the kitchen with a heavy heart, Ginny stumbled into Aidan. "Where are you headed?" He asked.
"To Diagon Alley for a breath of fresh air and to maybe see some of my old friends. Why?" She asked.
"Can I come with you? There are some things that I think you and I need to talk about." Aidan spoke to her in a grave tone he only reserved for times when he was very serious. Gulping slightly, she stepped back and nodded.
Grabbing her hat from the entry way table she slid on her head and made her way to the fire place. "Where are the others?"
"They are asleep or unpacking." Was the simple reply, Aidan arched an eyebrow as she scooped her fingers into a jar a foul looking powder in them. "What are you doing?"
"Floo Powder. It's really simple, just throw the powder into the fireplace, step in, say where you want to go and hold tight! I'll go first and you mimic my actions." He looked at her skeptically. A laugh rose from her throat and she laid a placid hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, it's not so hard."
Aidan only swallowed and nodded. She did exactly as she explained. Carefully he drew a handful out of the jar, stepped into the massive brick fireplace and let the powder trickle from his fingers. "Diagon Alley!" He said clearly before behind sucked form the safety of the Burrow and through a whirlwind of a huge tunnel like thing, hundreds of fireplaces whooshing past him. Suddenly he tumbled out into a small pub and saw Ginny grinning over him. "Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron. Don't touch anything unless I say you can, and don't gawk, it isn't polite."
After he stood shakily she whipped out her wand and muttered a small spell. The dirt rose from his clothing and vanished before him. Both stood there, soot free and smiling. Around them rose shouts of greeting and Ginny waved back before leading him out and into an alley way. It was a few good moments while she stood, muttered silently to herself. Finally her face brightened and she tapped her wand on a few bricks at the wall. Suddenly they separated and fell back into place in the shape of an arch. Through it was a vast and winding cobble road. The buildings were tall and old English leaning in over the narrow path, bearing down cheerfully on the inhabitants of the alley.
"Well then, let's walk; I could wander here for days." Ginny said and led the way forward. It was pleasant to be back in her own area and expertise of the world. Aidan followed, eyes never staying in one place for very long.
"I could wander here for years." He replied, eliciting a laugh from her.
***
Tristian reclined on his bed comfortably. Seth was downstairs with everyone else still in the house, sharing a cup of tea. The drummer took the time by himself recollect his thoughts, he crossed his legs and laid his hands on his thighs, palm up. Pulling himself deeper into his thoughts, his bright green eyes glazed over, giving the air of a dead look.
~A tall, willowy figure cloaked in black stepped forward. "You will not fail me again!" He screeched, brining a gloved hand back, ready to strike the begging girl on the floor.
"No! Never master!" She wailed at his feet. The room shook after the slap was delivered." She quailed and scurried backwards, into the legs of another tall hooded figure. It kicked her harshly in the side shooting her back into the center of the floor.
"Go on, Master, finish your work." The figure said in a low, scratchy voice. Cackling merrily the 'master' raised his wand and in a lazy tone muttered a curse. A jet of green light shot from the wand and into the girl, whom slumped over. Dead.
The 'master' slid his wand back into the folds of his luminous black robe, folding his hands peacefully in front of him. Slowly, he turned his body to face the remaining member in the room still breathing. "Now then, bring the girl in." He shouted loudly.
Groaning could be heard as the giant doors of the large chamber opened. Two hooded figures lugged in a writhing girl, with long hair and bright, frightened eyes. She struggled against a cloth gag, which dried her mouth and cut into the skin behind her head. Her wrists and ankles were bound and she was being drug by a chain, attached to a large iron collar on her neck. She was dressed in the remnants of a luminous party gown made of fine gossamer material. The floor burned against her bare arms and cheek as she was hauled in front of the tall willowy man.
"Now then, what to do with a little frightened doe," he seethed, hood hiding the monstrous grin he held on his face. He kneeled down and two glove fingers raised her chin so he could get a good look at her pretty face. She looked directly into the darkness of the hood and quivered from head to toe. "Fools!" The man screeched. "Unbind her feet and hands. How could you spoil her as such?"
The two guards stumbled forward, muttering incoherent apologies as they cut the bindings loose and removed the gag. She stood on shaky legs and stared back up at the leader. He turned his head from the blundering, blubbering guards and without breaking an eerie gaze with her, barked a dismissal at them. They left, and the three of them stood without moving.
"So what do you think of the accommodations here? To your liking, or perhaps not." He replied, pacing before her.
"Why do you have me here?" She asked stepping forward. He stopped, as to think for a moment and then resumed pacing.
"Have you not figured it out yet?"
"Tell me what I want to know and then I will tell you everything." A sneer spread across her normally placid face.
"I tell you nothing."
The 'master' growled and shoved her roughly into the arms of the other man in the room. "Remove this filthy bitch from my sight," he snapped.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you." The voice was smooth and calming. The girl looked up at the figure in amazement. She was led out the doors and they closed with a snap. ~
Tristian re-focused his eyes as he slowly came out of his meditation. A look of vast confusion crossed his face. He stood and paced the small room in wonderment, trying, with no success to figure out what all of it meant.
"Whatever it is, I must be involved," he growled to himself.
***
Jackson whistled lightly as he bounded all the way up the stairs to Seth's room to get the boy his jacket. He also was going to invite Tristian to come downstairs and join them for another cup of tea. The bright colors of the house brought him a sense of warmth and comfort, much like his own home in London.
Suddenly he stopped at the end of the hall and saw and eerie glow coming from Seth and Tristian's room. His stomach lurched as he made himself go forward. An odd chanting floated out of the door, wrapping around his senses. A looming sense of foreboding filled his mind as each step grew heavier and heavier.
"What's going on in there?" He whispered to himself. With shaking hands he opened the door a shade and peeked in. Tristian sat up bolt straight on the bed, eyes open but unfocused, staring off into space. All around him a sort of bright black light shimmered, radiating an unbearable chill. His mouth moved mechanically in a chant, some sort of chant that held his meditative trance for him whilst he was in another world.
Shivers raced up and down his spine. He had never seen anything like that in his life. Shutting the door behind him he sighed. Then as if a thought suddenly came to him, his head shot up and he strode down the hall with resolve and down the stairs. He went into the kitchen and looked around at the occupants.
"Hey I couldn't find your jackets, Tristian said he didn't want to come downstairs and would rather be left alone for a while. I'm going upstairs and going to get a little bit more sleep before dinner." The others nodded and watched as he bounded up the stairs and around into his room. He bent over his suitcase and dug deep into it, producing something he had not used in a long time, a very long time. "Now or never." Jackson whispered and raised the wand, muttering a quick incantation and with a pop disapparated.
***
Aidan and Ginny strolled amicably down the road. "Ginny, we really have to talk." She looked up at him and noticed the sense of alarm.
"Alright about what?"
"Draco," he replied and sighed as she stopped dead in her tracks. "Look Gin, no one in that band knows you better than I do. We've been through a lot together. I want to know what's going on with Draco."
She let out a sigh, hoping it did not sound like a sigh of relief. "Nothing is going on between us. We are just friends."
"You certainly don't stare at each other like you were friends." Was the calm reply. She whirled around and looked at him dead in the eye. She then proceeded to look down at her torn up jeans and baseball shirt. As always a beanie was present on her long, straight hair. Her eyes were lined in black, with bright sparkles on the lids.
"Well if he likes me in another fashion then it's a one sided thing. I have Tristian and I'm happy," she replied and smiled at a few old acquaintances from school.
Aidan let out another sigh and pulled on the sleeve of his hoodie. "Even you don't sound so sure about that Ginny. You and both know that Tristian gets more possessive each and every time he's around you. I've seen the way he acts just like you have, sometimes I get the wary feeling that sooner than later he won't even want you talking to other guys and being around us. This relationship is not going anywhere good. Can you really tell me you're happy with him?"
"What does it matter? It's not like I can do anything about it now, if we break up then he leaves the band, then we lose our drummer and then we start from square one." He stopped, swirled her to look at him and gripped her shoulders tightly.
"Ginny! You don't date anyone on a basis of the fact that they would leave a group if you broke up! That's one of the most awful things I have ever heard in my life. You date someone because you want to do so and because you like them. Just like you love someone because you know you can't live without them in your life. Look at me Ginny you and I both know that you can live without Tristian. He's been getting short and awful lately. I don't like having him around us anymore. I put in a vote to either talk to him and set him back in his proper place or have him leave the group."
A hand flew to her mouth. "Aidan, you can't seriously mean that? Can you really expect me to bring myself to kick out a member of this band, let alone the member that I'm dating? Look he might be a little controlling, but that's his personality. Tristian has been like that ever since I can remember meeting him. Besides heed what I say, do you really want to start all the way over again?"
He sighed and motioned for them to sit down on an empty bench. The did so and she stretched her legs out in front of her, whilst his were spread apart, his elbows resting on his knees and his chin on his knuckles. "I wouldn't mind the adventure of starting all over again. Finding someone that I like working with, and I mean really like working with you know?"
Her attention however wasn't completely focused on him anymore. Long fingers were playing with strands of her ginger hair as her eyes seemed to stare at something far away. He swiveled to look at the object of her attention. "What were you saying?" She asked vacantly.
"Gin what are staring at?" She pointed to two men walking along the alley. One had bright red hair and was tall and gangly, built very much like Seth. He was laughing out loud at the obvious joke of the other man. The other one must have been what Ginny was so fixed on. He was tall as well, strongly built with a shock of jet black hair and glasses.
"Who are they?" He asked her.
She remained completely silent, watching them as they went into a store. Still silent she turned her attention to the passersby, whom were staring at her oddly. "What are you looking at?" She asked them snappishly.
"Gin you were staring at two guys down the lane. Who were they?" Aidan asked again trying to get her to talk. However her attention focused on them again as they made their way down the alley. Suddenly her breath caught in her throat. They had obviously seen her and were still ambling their way down the path. Ginny stood and Aidan stood with her.
"I can't believe it," she muttered, eyes still open wide. Finally the two young men reached her and stood before her with open wide eyes. The one with dark hair suddenly pulled her into a tight hug. When he released her the other man with red hair finally found his deep voice.
"Ginny?" He asked. A smile graced her features.
"Hello Ron, Harry."
~AWW reunited once again! I really hope you liked that chapter; it took me a looooong time to write. So what's up with all the dark people? They seem to be suddenly infiltrating the story because gasp! the plot is actually taking form. I apologize for the serious lack of D/G. I've been working so hard on character development that I haven't had time to take care of the D/G, but I promise you it's going to come in huge waves pretty soon. We will also get a few more hints about Jackson and his shocking revelation in this chapter. I want to thank my reviewers, you were the ones who drove me finish this long unfinished chapter. I also warn you my dearies, that if you don't review then I won't write, as horribly written as this story is, it's been so awesome to write and I dearly hope that I won't have to discontinue it just because I'm not getting anymore reviews. Enough bitching, now that you've read it, reviews it and remember constructive criticism is always welcome, flamers if you didn't like it then don't read it and don't waste your breath reviewing it. That's all toodles! Ambrose. ~
::Ambrose is still muttered to herself while she types:: I'm going to make this f-ing disclaimer short and sweet.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything having to do with songs, books, settings bladeblah. But, ::Ambrose smiles proudly:: I do own Aidan, Seth, Tristian, Jackson and Tracy.
Chapter Six
"My Lord." A tiny voice squeaked from the doorway of the room. The small cloaked figure went well with the voice. "They are headed to the wizarding world. All of your men have been alerted, and are openly awaiting orders. Even the little Malfoy can't protect her now." Slowly, the voice was gaining strength.
"We have also been doing all that we can to keep them from spending so much time together, rehearsals, song sessions and other such things." The next hooded figure stood taller than the other and leaned casually against the door frame.
"Excellent." The dark lord muttered, his eyes fixed on his low subjects. "Come forth, and sit. We've much to plan."
The tallest strode forward, swaggering slightly with each step, and made himself at home with the offered chair. Stealing a glance over his shoulder, he saw that the other stood meekly at the doorway. "Do as your master says!!" He barked and with a high squeal, the cloaked one followed the order.
"Now then, you have given me much good information. Where shall we go from there?" Voldemort asked, pressing the pale tips of his fingers together. He wore sweeping robes, the color of deep red wine lined in silver. He snapped his fingers and a hooded death eater came forth and poured glasses of wine for each of them. "Go," he ordered and the death eater left.
Both of the seated guests looked around the room in awe, it was large and appeared to be made, or carved from black obsidian and glimmered in the cool candle light. The floor was made of solid black granite and in the center, inlaid with green stone was the dark mark. Tapered green candles hung hauntingly in the air and a massive throne stood impressively at the opposite of the large ebony doors. The throne itself was carved from the magnificent obsidian and inlaid with green stone, weaving around like flames. Black silk spilled from the seat as the Dark Lord rose and made his way over to his spies.
"Well are you going to give me any suggestions or will I have to do all of the work myself," he shrieked at them, seating himself in the highest chair at a large ebony table where a huge map of the wizarding world was laid out. Stones carved as skulls held each frayed corner down. "Your try with the poison in muggle's did no good."
They both shrunk before him. "My Lord we thought that if the poison took hold, and killed him then maybe she would drive herself back into our easier reaches and capabilities from the grief." Tiny as the voice usually was, it was miniscule now.
Voldemort stood swiftly and came down on her, his face mere inches from hers. "Are you telling me that you are not capable of dong your job correctly unless you have her in closer reaches? Are you telling me that you are more apt to fail if she is not within closer reaches? This does not weigh well with me girl," he hissed. Pulling back from her, she cowered.
"No my Lord! I did not mean it that way. I was just saying that if perhaps she was closer to our hold then the job would go smoother and faster. Without a margin of error!"
"There already is no margin of error, which as both of you have clearly displayed does not seem to show any significance to you."
"I, well that is my lord." The deepest voice began slowly.
"Silence," he hissed, eyes fixed on his wine glass, which was cradled in his bone like fingers. "I want her brought to me alive, kill yourselves if you have to, I want that girl brought to me alive. Weasley has been brought before the ministry as a likely candidate for Minister. Fudge as it stands will not last much longer. It seems that even the fools in that his cabinet are even tiring of his idiocy." He drew in a long rattling breath, wheezing painfully.
"If we have the girl to hold for ransom, then,"
"Author Weasley will be forced to step down and give us control of the entire ministry, as loyal to his work as the fool is, even he cannot put work before his own filthy family." Voldemort finished and finished his wine, setting the clear glass down on the table gently.
"How long do we have?" The small voice asked.
"Time does not matter at this point. If it does I shall let you know immediately. In the meantime I want that girl captured, alive and brought to me." He stood signaling their cue to leave. "Kill the others. Is that clear?" They nodded.
"As you wish my Lord." They said in unison.
"Now go! Get out of my sight." Voldemort watched them leave and let out a high pitched, shrieking laugh as he sank comfortably back into his throne. He turned to the door and with the flick of his wrist it slammed shut and the candles blew out. As the darkness enveloped him comfortably, his red eyes glowed, giving off the only light.
***
"Seth I swear to you, its not that bad honestly you're really going to like Charlie! He's awesome." Ginny reassured him as they stood on the roof of her apartment. A mere week ago she had written her mother and within an hour received an owl, telling her that Charlie would come for all of them and would see to setting up a portkey.
He shuddered into his vintage red and yellow jacket. "I know, I know, you've already told me that a hundred times. It's just that I've never met any wizards outside of you and Draco."
Draco smirked from the other side of Ginny. "And trust me; you haven't seen the mental lot of us yet. Some of us go around setting perfectly good buildings on fire, making explosions, dragon hunting," he spoke with a delightful air of a child. Behind his eyes was a sparkle of humor that Ginny had never seen before.
Seth reeled back further and Aidan clapped him on the shoulder. "Buck up man! Draco stop tormenting him." Aidan barked at him and Draco laughed.
"As you wish captain." Was the joking reply and Ginny herself laughed. Their eyes caught each other's and fleeting smiles crossed their faces. In the past week and a half both had been meeting late at night in secret or going to dinner at nights to 'discuss arrangements for the visit home'. The band accepted it readily save Aidan whom seemed interested in the sudden blossom of closeness. However even he brushed it off, seeming to accept the fact that they were just getting over years of rivalry and hurt.
However, their smiles did not last long, nor did their gaze; for fear that Tristian might pick it up. After all he was standing directly behind Ginny, arms wrapped about her like always. She leaned against him, hoping to look natural as possible. The tension between Draco and Tristian was increasing rapidly. Draco suspected something and Tristian seemed to be hiding something. Whatever it really was, the rivalry, hate, whatever it might be called lost none of its potency since Tristian's return.
She wouldn't have to keep the act up for very long though, for as her train of thought switched over to her family Charlie popped out of nowhere, carrying a ratty shirt in his left hand, wand in his right. A huge smile of delight crossed her face; he pocketed his wand and dropped the shirt, absorbing the full on shock of her throwing herself against him.
"Charlie!" She squealed. His strong arms lifted her up in the air and spun her in a circle before bringing her down.
"Gin! Oh it's so good to see you! A bit different than I remembered, but still the same Weasley kid no less." She laughed as he took her in, marveling at how she grew from his clumsy, gawky kid sister to the woman who stood before him now.
"Did you bring it?" She asked him. However his eyes were not on her anymore. However they did rest upon Draco. A look of contempt crossed his features and he stepped forward.
"The Malfoy boy is it?"
"I'd prefer to be called Draco," he said smoothly, not breaking gaze with Charlie.
"What are you doing here among the company of my sister?" He growled. His hand was inching towards the holster that held his wand as his side under his cloak. Draco's hand moved slightly to his, but faltered and let his fingers fall idly to his side.
He sighed and stepped away from the Weasley whom was still staring at him. "They are my friends and companions. I live across the way from Ginny and we sort of bumped into each other and her friends became mine."
"No doubt you have some sinister plan in mind. Tell me what it is, do you wish to have her dead? I'm sure that your death eater friends." Charlie started in, a dark, possessed look on his naturally handsome face.
Finally fed up with the insulting she broke from Tristian's grasp and rushed between the two, facing Charlie. She pushed him back in the chest and looked him, anger etched in the lines of her face. "Would stop it! My God what are you three! Draco is my friend as well as friend to my other friends. He hasn't done anything to me or to them to say otherwise. It has already been proven that he is not a death eater, nor did he have any intentions of becoming one. Do us all a favor Charlie and grow up!" She yelled and turned to Draco.
"As for you? Well, good job at keeping yourself together, only further proving that you aren't like you were." Another smile crept upon her face and she gave him a small wink. That wink was to let each other know that it was all for acting for the sake of being normal. Charlie shook his head and stepped forward, holding out a hand.
"Sorry then, I'll do my best to forget old pasts and try to get along with you. Any friend to my sister can't be bad at all." In the background Tristian sighed and the others smiled in agreement to Charlie.
Draco stepped forward and grasped Charlie's hand in his own, nodding curtly. "Apology accepted and I shall do my best to prove that I am a good guy." They gave each other a curt look before letting go. Charlie turned to Ginny and suddenly realized something.
"Charlie let me introduce you to my friends," she had begun but he held up a hand to silence her.
"The portkey, it should be any minute now!" He said and grabbed the shirt from the ground. "Okay now everyone take a hold of it." Following orders, but raising quizzical eyebrows the lot of them grasped the shirt. Ginny looked around at her company, Draco, Tristian, Aidan, Seth, Jackson and Tracy all stood around it. Jackson stood next to Draco and was muttering something to him, shooting a pointed glance at her. She herself gave them a questioning look but was ignored.
However she had no more time to think before she was suddenly sucked into a huge warp. Around her the others were giving out shouts and in Seth's case a shriek of terror. As soon as the warp began, it ended and they all landed in a field beside a large, many storied, leaning house.
A large smile swept over Ginny's face as she swept her arms out and spun in a circle. Charlie laughed and began the trudge to the house. "Come on then, we make way for the Burrow!"
"So this is the infamous Weasley house." Draco muttered, still next to Jackson. "Its bigger and more colorful than I'd imagined." Ginny only laughed from her position of helping Seth across the field. The poor boy was still shaking from the trip and was in need of comforting.
As they approached the front gate of the house a short woman came out and looked ahead to them. She was holding a soapy dishtowel and wore a brightly colored smock over a blue dress. Her red hair was braided behind her and a smile adorned her weathered, aging face. "Ginny! Oh Arthur come quickly! She's home she's home!"
"Mum!" She cried out and broke into a run, embracing the woman tightly. A tall balding man came leaping out of the house and laughed joyously.
"Oh muffin you've finally returned to us!" He said and hugged her fiercely. She laughed and hugged Charlie again for the sake of it. There stood a reuniting family, all smiles and laughs as the others watched on.
"Oh yes of course, mum, dad, Charlie these are my friends and band members, Jackson, Tracy, Seth, Aidan and Tristian. Of course you know Draco as well. He's working for the ministry in Wizard to Muggle Relations and lives across the street." Molly looked at him skeptically, whilst Arthur tensed up, but strode forward and gripped his hand tightly.
"Draco. I'm sorry about the loss of your family, but happy you rendered your services to the ministry. Welcome to the Burrow," he said formally and looked at the others, relaxing his face. "Welcome all of you! Please come in, come in." With a sweep of his deep green robes he led them inside.
"Mum this dress and dad's robes look new!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Oh that's because they are sweetling. Your father got a raise a long time ago and after you left I took on a job at Madam Malkins in my spare time. Earning a little bit of extra money and also getting discounts on some lovely robes."
"That's great mum!"
"Now then, you are all welcome to stay here. Ginny shall take her own room of course." Molly began but stopped. She had no idea who was who and where to place them.
"Jackson and Tracy can have Fred and George's old room. Ah Seth and Tristian you'll have Ron's room and Draco and Aidan can stay next door to me, in Percy's old room. As to me it looks as if you're to be home for a while Charlie."
Charlie nodded and stood from his seat on the sofa. "Well I must be running, promised Bryce I'd drop by the hotel and pick her up before heading to the bar to see the twins. Absolutely loves them she does. Thinks their a riot." The others nodded and with a pop he disappeared.
"I must also run, I have to pay a visit to the ministry for some more work things." Draco said and strode over to Molly. Ginny tensed up as he leaned towards her, however, he took her completely by surprise when he hugged her. Molly looked up at him in amazement.
"Thank you for letting me stay in your home," he said. "I'm going to put my things up in my room before I go. Ginny could you show me where it is?" He asked. She nodded and led the way upstairs. When they were safely tucked away from everyone she stopped him.
"What was that?" She asked amazed. Her eyes mirrored the admiration and growing feelings she had for him. With no second question he smiled.
Many different responses were coming to in his head, but he chose his words carefully before he spoke. "I'd like to get on your mother's good side. So that if you ever decide to break up with Tristian and publicly be with me I won't have such a time getting in good graces everywhere." She laughed and began leading him down the hall, fingers laced in his. He followed her and when they stopped before the door she made to leave, instead he pulled her to him as he opened the door shutting it quietly behind him. Roughly, he pulled her to him, bringing his lips down on hers, making her gasp in delight. The touch turned from desperate to gentle as his tongue ran delightfully across her teeth, wishing to delve deeper. Suddenly, just as it began, it ended, when she pushed herself away from him.
"Not now, not here," she whispered. "I'll see you later." She turned and strode out leaving the door open behind her. Ginny walked briskly, hoping to bring down the bright color in her cheeks. Down at the bottom of the stairs the rest of them were waiting for her.
"Can you show us to our rooms?" Jackson asked.
A sigh rushed past her lips and she nodded. After showing them where they were staying Ginny came downstairs and sat down with her mother.
Molly gave her a piercing stare and led her into the kitchen. "You're dating Tristian are you not?" She asked. Ginny nodded, averting her gaze to the floor. "Well, I never fancied my daughter to cheat on a man but there you have it, and with a Malfoy no less."
Ginny's head snapped up. "Mum! How did you figure it out, I, well, we thought were keeping it a good secret."
Mrs. Weasley laughed again. "Oh don't worry child, you are, you are. Mothers have this intuition for situations such as this. Now I'm not going to tell anyone if that's what you think, and I'm not going to tell you that you must stop conspiring with Draco, now that I see his good side he's a rather charming young man. But Ginny you mustn't string them along like such, if you want to be with one of them, then let the other down."
Guiltily, she looked down at the scrubbed wood table. It felt good and comfortable to be back in the surroundings of home again. The clock hung on the wall, and the dishes were happily scrubbing themselves in the sink. "I don't know what I want." Was the simple reply, before Ginny stood. "I'm going out to the Alley, to see if I don't run into anyone that I know."
"Alright, but be back for dinner. We're going to have a real dinner in a house full of people." Molly began sashaying about the kitchen, waving her wand muttered incantations in a sing song voice.
Walking form the kitchen with a heavy heart, Ginny stumbled into Aidan. "Where are you headed?" He asked.
"To Diagon Alley for a breath of fresh air and to maybe see some of my old friends. Why?" She asked.
"Can I come with you? There are some things that I think you and I need to talk about." Aidan spoke to her in a grave tone he only reserved for times when he was very serious. Gulping slightly, she stepped back and nodded.
Grabbing her hat from the entry way table she slid on her head and made her way to the fire place. "Where are the others?"
"They are asleep or unpacking." Was the simple reply, Aidan arched an eyebrow as she scooped her fingers into a jar a foul looking powder in them. "What are you doing?"
"Floo Powder. It's really simple, just throw the powder into the fireplace, step in, say where you want to go and hold tight! I'll go first and you mimic my actions." He looked at her skeptically. A laugh rose from her throat and she laid a placid hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, it's not so hard."
Aidan only swallowed and nodded. She did exactly as she explained. Carefully he drew a handful out of the jar, stepped into the massive brick fireplace and let the powder trickle from his fingers. "Diagon Alley!" He said clearly before behind sucked form the safety of the Burrow and through a whirlwind of a huge tunnel like thing, hundreds of fireplaces whooshing past him. Suddenly he tumbled out into a small pub and saw Ginny grinning over him. "Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron. Don't touch anything unless I say you can, and don't gawk, it isn't polite."
After he stood shakily she whipped out her wand and muttered a small spell. The dirt rose from his clothing and vanished before him. Both stood there, soot free and smiling. Around them rose shouts of greeting and Ginny waved back before leading him out and into an alley way. It was a few good moments while she stood, muttered silently to herself. Finally her face brightened and she tapped her wand on a few bricks at the wall. Suddenly they separated and fell back into place in the shape of an arch. Through it was a vast and winding cobble road. The buildings were tall and old English leaning in over the narrow path, bearing down cheerfully on the inhabitants of the alley.
"Well then, let's walk; I could wander here for days." Ginny said and led the way forward. It was pleasant to be back in her own area and expertise of the world. Aidan followed, eyes never staying in one place for very long.
"I could wander here for years." He replied, eliciting a laugh from her.
***
Tristian reclined on his bed comfortably. Seth was downstairs with everyone else still in the house, sharing a cup of tea. The drummer took the time by himself recollect his thoughts, he crossed his legs and laid his hands on his thighs, palm up. Pulling himself deeper into his thoughts, his bright green eyes glazed over, giving the air of a dead look.
~A tall, willowy figure cloaked in black stepped forward. "You will not fail me again!" He screeched, brining a gloved hand back, ready to strike the begging girl on the floor.
"No! Never master!" She wailed at his feet. The room shook after the slap was delivered." She quailed and scurried backwards, into the legs of another tall hooded figure. It kicked her harshly in the side shooting her back into the center of the floor.
"Go on, Master, finish your work." The figure said in a low, scratchy voice. Cackling merrily the 'master' raised his wand and in a lazy tone muttered a curse. A jet of green light shot from the wand and into the girl, whom slumped over. Dead.
The 'master' slid his wand back into the folds of his luminous black robe, folding his hands peacefully in front of him. Slowly, he turned his body to face the remaining member in the room still breathing. "Now then, bring the girl in." He shouted loudly.
Groaning could be heard as the giant doors of the large chamber opened. Two hooded figures lugged in a writhing girl, with long hair and bright, frightened eyes. She struggled against a cloth gag, which dried her mouth and cut into the skin behind her head. Her wrists and ankles were bound and she was being drug by a chain, attached to a large iron collar on her neck. She was dressed in the remnants of a luminous party gown made of fine gossamer material. The floor burned against her bare arms and cheek as she was hauled in front of the tall willowy man.
"Now then, what to do with a little frightened doe," he seethed, hood hiding the monstrous grin he held on his face. He kneeled down and two glove fingers raised her chin so he could get a good look at her pretty face. She looked directly into the darkness of the hood and quivered from head to toe. "Fools!" The man screeched. "Unbind her feet and hands. How could you spoil her as such?"
The two guards stumbled forward, muttering incoherent apologies as they cut the bindings loose and removed the gag. She stood on shaky legs and stared back up at the leader. He turned his head from the blundering, blubbering guards and without breaking an eerie gaze with her, barked a dismissal at them. They left, and the three of them stood without moving.
"So what do you think of the accommodations here? To your liking, or perhaps not." He replied, pacing before her.
"Why do you have me here?" She asked stepping forward. He stopped, as to think for a moment and then resumed pacing.
"Have you not figured it out yet?"
"Tell me what I want to know and then I will tell you everything." A sneer spread across her normally placid face.
"I tell you nothing."
The 'master' growled and shoved her roughly into the arms of the other man in the room. "Remove this filthy bitch from my sight," he snapped.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you." The voice was smooth and calming. The girl looked up at the figure in amazement. She was led out the doors and they closed with a snap. ~
Tristian re-focused his eyes as he slowly came out of his meditation. A look of vast confusion crossed his face. He stood and paced the small room in wonderment, trying, with no success to figure out what all of it meant.
"Whatever it is, I must be involved," he growled to himself.
***
Jackson whistled lightly as he bounded all the way up the stairs to Seth's room to get the boy his jacket. He also was going to invite Tristian to come downstairs and join them for another cup of tea. The bright colors of the house brought him a sense of warmth and comfort, much like his own home in London.
Suddenly he stopped at the end of the hall and saw and eerie glow coming from Seth and Tristian's room. His stomach lurched as he made himself go forward. An odd chanting floated out of the door, wrapping around his senses. A looming sense of foreboding filled his mind as each step grew heavier and heavier.
"What's going on in there?" He whispered to himself. With shaking hands he opened the door a shade and peeked in. Tristian sat up bolt straight on the bed, eyes open but unfocused, staring off into space. All around him a sort of bright black light shimmered, radiating an unbearable chill. His mouth moved mechanically in a chant, some sort of chant that held his meditative trance for him whilst he was in another world.
Shivers raced up and down his spine. He had never seen anything like that in his life. Shutting the door behind him he sighed. Then as if a thought suddenly came to him, his head shot up and he strode down the hall with resolve and down the stairs. He went into the kitchen and looked around at the occupants.
"Hey I couldn't find your jackets, Tristian said he didn't want to come downstairs and would rather be left alone for a while. I'm going upstairs and going to get a little bit more sleep before dinner." The others nodded and watched as he bounded up the stairs and around into his room. He bent over his suitcase and dug deep into it, producing something he had not used in a long time, a very long time. "Now or never." Jackson whispered and raised the wand, muttering a quick incantation and with a pop disapparated.
***
Aidan and Ginny strolled amicably down the road. "Ginny, we really have to talk." She looked up at him and noticed the sense of alarm.
"Alright about what?"
"Draco," he replied and sighed as she stopped dead in her tracks. "Look Gin, no one in that band knows you better than I do. We've been through a lot together. I want to know what's going on with Draco."
She let out a sigh, hoping it did not sound like a sigh of relief. "Nothing is going on between us. We are just friends."
"You certainly don't stare at each other like you were friends." Was the calm reply. She whirled around and looked at him dead in the eye. She then proceeded to look down at her torn up jeans and baseball shirt. As always a beanie was present on her long, straight hair. Her eyes were lined in black, with bright sparkles on the lids.
"Well if he likes me in another fashion then it's a one sided thing. I have Tristian and I'm happy," she replied and smiled at a few old acquaintances from school.
Aidan let out another sigh and pulled on the sleeve of his hoodie. "Even you don't sound so sure about that Ginny. You and both know that Tristian gets more possessive each and every time he's around you. I've seen the way he acts just like you have, sometimes I get the wary feeling that sooner than later he won't even want you talking to other guys and being around us. This relationship is not going anywhere good. Can you really tell me you're happy with him?"
"What does it matter? It's not like I can do anything about it now, if we break up then he leaves the band, then we lose our drummer and then we start from square one." He stopped, swirled her to look at him and gripped her shoulders tightly.
"Ginny! You don't date anyone on a basis of the fact that they would leave a group if you broke up! That's one of the most awful things I have ever heard in my life. You date someone because you want to do so and because you like them. Just like you love someone because you know you can't live without them in your life. Look at me Ginny you and I both know that you can live without Tristian. He's been getting short and awful lately. I don't like having him around us anymore. I put in a vote to either talk to him and set him back in his proper place or have him leave the group."
A hand flew to her mouth. "Aidan, you can't seriously mean that? Can you really expect me to bring myself to kick out a member of this band, let alone the member that I'm dating? Look he might be a little controlling, but that's his personality. Tristian has been like that ever since I can remember meeting him. Besides heed what I say, do you really want to start all the way over again?"
He sighed and motioned for them to sit down on an empty bench. The did so and she stretched her legs out in front of her, whilst his were spread apart, his elbows resting on his knees and his chin on his knuckles. "I wouldn't mind the adventure of starting all over again. Finding someone that I like working with, and I mean really like working with you know?"
Her attention however wasn't completely focused on him anymore. Long fingers were playing with strands of her ginger hair as her eyes seemed to stare at something far away. He swiveled to look at the object of her attention. "What were you saying?" She asked vacantly.
"Gin what are staring at?" She pointed to two men walking along the alley. One had bright red hair and was tall and gangly, built very much like Seth. He was laughing out loud at the obvious joke of the other man. The other one must have been what Ginny was so fixed on. He was tall as well, strongly built with a shock of jet black hair and glasses.
"Who are they?" He asked her.
She remained completely silent, watching them as they went into a store. Still silent she turned her attention to the passersby, whom were staring at her oddly. "What are you looking at?" She asked them snappishly.
"Gin you were staring at two guys down the lane. Who were they?" Aidan asked again trying to get her to talk. However her attention focused on them again as they made their way down the alley. Suddenly her breath caught in her throat. They had obviously seen her and were still ambling their way down the path. Ginny stood and Aidan stood with her.
"I can't believe it," she muttered, eyes still open wide. Finally the two young men reached her and stood before her with open wide eyes. The one with dark hair suddenly pulled her into a tight hug. When he released her the other man with red hair finally found his deep voice.
"Ginny?" He asked. A smile graced her features.
"Hello Ron, Harry."
~AWW reunited once again! I really hope you liked that chapter; it took me a looooong time to write. So what's up with all the dark people? They seem to be suddenly infiltrating the story because gasp! the plot is actually taking form. I apologize for the serious lack of D/G. I've been working so hard on character development that I haven't had time to take care of the D/G, but I promise you it's going to come in huge waves pretty soon. We will also get a few more hints about Jackson and his shocking revelation in this chapter. I want to thank my reviewers, you were the ones who drove me finish this long unfinished chapter. I also warn you my dearies, that if you don't review then I won't write, as horribly written as this story is, it's been so awesome to write and I dearly hope that I won't have to discontinue it just because I'm not getting anymore reviews. Enough bitching, now that you've read it, reviews it and remember constructive criticism is always welcome, flamers if you didn't like it then don't read it and don't waste your breath reviewing it. That's all toodles! Ambrose. ~