A/N: ok, sry bout this chapter guys, but it kinda sux, heh..well.ugh..i
ono.it doesn't seem believable tuh me, I tried fixing it up, but I failed
miserably, ugh, ah wells, tell me what u think n e wais k? and I don't care
if u hate it cuz I do too, haha..well.since this chapter sux (but it HAS to
be here) then I will make it up to u by posting 2 CHAPS today, iights? So,
no hard feelings? Enjoy:
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~ Chapter 8 ~
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Lord Voldemort Returns
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Harry felt his feet slam into the ground. His feet gave way, and he fell forwards, his hand finally letting go of the statue (a fairy with wings and a wand). He looked up, and saw that he was yet again in a cemetery. He looked to his left, and he saw that Rachel was standing beside him. Harry quickly got up.
Then he remembered that this place looked exactly the same as his dream. He wondered if this was not just Rachel's plan to be able to kill him, since in his dream, she certainly wanted to kill him. But then he looked at Rachel, and saw that she was just as stunned as he was. How could he even think that she really wanted to kill him? Was he going mad? Then he realized that this looked exactly as the same cemetery that Voldemort had risen, a couple of months ago. That must mean, that the statue was a portkey, and.but it couldn't be, could it?
"Is this supposed to be romantic?" Rachel asked, looking suspiciously at Harry.
"What?" Harry said, very surprised that Rachel had thought that this was something he planned. "No, I didn't plan this. Did you?"
"No!" Rachel snapped. "I thought you did."
"Well, I didn't."
"Did you know that the statue was a porthole?"
"No. So, where do you think we are?"
"I dunno. But this place looks really familiar."
"Ya, like that place in our dream." Harry reminded Rachel.
"Oh ya. Now I remember. But, you don't think-?"
Rachel stopped, as they heard footsteps just behind them. Harry realized that there was a forest behind them. That's where they heard the footsteps.
"Maybe we should leave?" Rachel suggested.
"Shhh" Harry hissed. He was very interested. He wanted to know who was there. He started walking toward the forest. Rachel following.
"I don't think this is very smart, Harry." Rachel said with a trembling voice. And just then, the footsteps stopped. But instead, they broke into a run.
"C'mon." Harry whispered to Rachel.
They had just entered the forest. With Harry leading, they were chasing the footsteps. Harry saw a tall, dark figure in front of him, and he followed it. Rachel kept shouting to him to turn back and leave, but Harry was very interested at who was there. And most importantly, where he was. It was becoming darker and darker in the forest. When Harry looked up, he just saw a couple of patches of the night sky.
"Harry, we shouldn't be here." Rachel said, as the forest was now becoming thinner, and in the distance, Harry could see a very large house. "Harry, I'm getting a really bad feeling about this."
"Hey!" Harry shouted. "He's gone! Where did he go?" Harry was looking around. Indeed, the figure was nowhere in sight. "Maybe he Disapparated?"
"If we're at Hogwarts, you can't Apparate, or Disapparate on Hogwarts grounds. But, I doubt we are on Hogwarts grounds." Rachel whispered to Harry.
"Very clever girl." Said a high, cold voice behind them.
Harry and Rachel both spun around. Harry recognized who he was looking at. He could never forget those wide, livid scarlet eyes, and the nose that was as flat as a snake's, with slits for nostrils. The thin man's face was whiter than a skull. His hands were like large, pale spiders. It was Lord Voldemort. Rachel screamed very loudly. Voldemort took no notice of her. His eyes were look ing at Harry. And then, his high-pitched voice spoke to Harry, "We meet again, Potter. But this time, you won't escape me. But first, we'll dispose of this, unwelcome guest."
Harry suddenly realized that Rachel was trembling with fear. Suddenly, her legs couldn't support her anymore, and she fell down, onto the damp dirt.
"Rachel, are you OK?" Harry asked her, as he tried to pull her up off the ground. But he didn't succeed.
"Rachel?" Voldemort's voice said. Harry turned to look at Voldemort, and he looked very surprised. "Rachel Avalon?"
"Y-y-yes?" Rachel said. "H-h-h-how do you know m-me?"
"I, I don't believe it." Voldemort said, looking even more surprised.
"Leave her out of this." Harry said, surprised at his own courage. But Voldemort held out his hand, which was holding his wand, pointed it at Harry, and suddenly, Harry was swept off his feet, and was being thrown away a couple of meters.
"Harry!" Rachel shouted. "You, you monster." She added to Voldemort.
"My child." Voldemort said to Rachel in a very soft voice.
"What?" Rachel said.
"I haven't seen you in years. Is your mother alive? Has she managed her way out of Azkaban?" Voldemort asked.
"W-what are you talking about? How-how do you know my mother? I, I don't understand."
"What?" Voldemort asked, looking more surprised than Rachel. "Well of course, Clarisse probably wouldn't have told you. I'm surprised that you don't know, though."
Harry figured that Clarisse was probably Mrs. Avalon's name. But then, Rachel asked, "What are you talking about? I demand you tell me now!"
Voldemort did not look very happy, though, Harry had never seen him happy. But then, his face turned into a nasty, wicked smile, "Well darling," he began, "you are in fact, not Rachel Avalon, but Rachel Riddle."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Rachel blurted.
"I will explain how this came to be," Voldemort continued, ignoring Rachel. "About fourteen of fifteen years ago, I was in power, which I still am, mind you. My faithful Death Eaters and me were in power. There was one particular Death Eater that I favored. Her name was Clarisse Avalon. Eventually, I fell in love with her. We had children, but the night you were born, Rachel, was the night I went and killed Lily and James Potter." Voldemort laughed a very high-pitched, evil laugh, and then continued, "When you and your sister were born, on the exact same night, I held both of you in my arms. Then, Peter Pettigrew came and told me where the Potters' have been hiding, so naturally, I set off to kill them. I never saw my children ever again, until now."
Harry looked at Rachel, and realized that he thought he saw her before because of her eyes. They were exactly the same as Voldemort's. But before Harry could say anything, Rachel shouted, "Your mad! You lying bastard. My mother said my father died a long time ago. I think if you were my father, she would have told me. And plus, I don't have a brother or sister. Just my Muggle half-brother. "
"Ah, but that's were you're wrong, Rachel. You do have a sister, it's-" But before Voldemort could finish, Harry interrupted him.
"Phyllis Bing!"
"Indeed? So, she lives with those fools. Oh well, no matter, she'll join me.soon. Ah, that reminds me. Rachel, come now, I will just kill Potter here, and we'll be on our way. We could catch up on our family matters later. Come, come now." Voldemort said to Rachel.
"I don't think so!" Rachel screamed. "What do you mean, join you. I'm not going anywhere with you. And you're not killing Harry. Over my dead body!"
"What? You're disobeying my orders already? This is not a good start, daughter."
"I'M NO DAUGHTER OF YOURS!"
"Hmm, you're in Gryffindor house, are you not? Where is Phyllis?"
"Slytherin!"
"At least there's one proper child in this family. Thank goodness for that. Come now, child."
"I said I'm not going anywhere! So leave-"
But before Rachel could say anything else, Voldemort had grabbed her by the arm, and was pulling her away from Harry. "Ouch, let go!" She yelled. But just then, a Death Eater had Apparated. Voldemort handed Rachel to his Death Eater.
"Go, take her to Hazel, while I take care of this prat, Potter, once and for all." Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry. Harry quickly pulled out his own wand, but it was no use if Voldemort was going to use the killing curse on him. But before he could think of anything, there was a loud scream.
"NOOOOOO!" Rachel had broken free of Hazel's grasp, and had her own wand pointed at her father, Voldemort. "I will not let you hurt him."
"Get out of the way fool! Hazel, control her." Voldemort was shouting furiously. But Rachel stunned Hazel, and pointed her wand back at Voldemort. He looked even more furious now. "GET OUT OF THE WAY!"
"NO!" and in the blink of an eye, Voldemort shouted a curse, and Rachel was lying on the ground, twitching. Then, without a second glance at Rachel, Voldemort turned at Harry. "Now for you." He said, a grin on his face.
Crack!
A second Death Eater had Apparated in front of Harry, blocking him from Voldemort's wrath.
"Alexander Valasco! What are you doing, fool? Get out of the way. I'm about to kill Harry, here." Voldemort said.
Alexander was a tall man. Harry couldn't see his face. But he had a very strange thing about his appearance. He had an owl sitting on his shoulder. Harry found this quite funny. But just then, Alexander pointed his wand at Rachel, and immediately, she woke up. She looked around. Then Alexander shouted to her, "Go on, and get out of here. Take Harry with you. The portkey will take you back. GO!"
Rachel didn't need to be told twice. She ran up to Harry, muttered and enchantment, and the next thing Harry knew, he found himself in front of the Fairy statue and the cemetery again. But before Rachel had teleported them here, he saw that Alexander had Disapparated, and Harry saw the expression on Voldemort's face: fury.
"C'mon Harry, let's go!" Rachel hissed. So, Harry touched the statue, and felt the familiar jerk somewhere behind his navel. Next thing he knew, he was back in the garden with Rachel. He looked back, and luckily, he saw Hogwarts Castle.
"Harry, we have to tell Dumbledore what just happened." Rachel whispered to Harry. "C'mon, they're probably looking for us. I mean, we were gone pretty long."
"But Rachel, who was the guy that saved us?" Harry asked.
"Oh, Harry. You do ask too many questions. That was Alexander Valasco. He and my mother are really good friends. But I had no idea he was a Death Eater, or that my mother was one." Rachel replied.
"Do you really believe that Voldemort is your father, and Phyllis your sister?"
"I dunno what to believe, Harry. Let's just tell Dumbledore, okay?" Rachel was trembling with fear.
"OK" Harry agreed.
So Harry and Rachel made their way back to the Great Hall, but they heard shouting. "Harry, Rachel, where have you two been? The whole castle was looking for you." It was Professor McGonagall. She looked furious, but relieved at the same time.
"We need to speak to Professor Dumbledore." Harry said in a hurry.
"Yes, it's very important," Rachel, added.
"Indeed. But first you will tell me where you two have been all this time." McGonagall barked.
"NO!" Rachel shouted. "We need Professor Dumbledore. NOW!"
Professor McGonagall looked very shocked, and even more furious. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, Harry heard Dumbledore.
"What is it you would like to tell me, you too?"
"Could we please go to your office, Dumbledore sir?" Rachel kindly asked.
"Alright." Dumbledore agreed.
They made their way to Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore was in the lead. Nobody said anything the whole way, except for Dumbledore.
"Fizzing Whizzbees." He muttered to the gargoyle statue, which sprang to life, opening the way to Dumbledore's office. "Sit." He said as they entered. "Now, what is all this about?"
Rachel burst into the whole story, with Harry helping her out at the part when she was knocked out.
When they finally finished, Dumbledore said, "I have already alerted Sirius, Harry. Rachel, I will send an owl to your mother, and she will explain if this is true or not - "
"But you do believe us, right?" Rachel interrupted.
"Yes I do. But still, I would like your mother to answer some questions I have." Dumbledore replied. "Now, you two can go back to your dormitory's, or stay here for the night. It's your choice."
"Dormitory." Harry and Rachel both answered immediately. They were both dying to tell Ron and Hermione what happened.
"Alright. It is way past your bedtimes, so, off you go."
Harry glanced at his wristwatch, and it was well past midnight. "Alright." He muttered, and he and Rachel left and made their way towards the Gryffindor common room.
As they were walking, Harry glanced at Rachel, and saw that she was crying. He quickly put his arm around her and said, "Don't worry, it'll be alright. Once you're mu-"
"What are you talking about?" Rachel snapped. "I'm Voldemort's daughter!" She practically shouted. But Harry didn't dare tell her to quiet down, she was blazing mad. But she continued, "It'll never be alright. My whole life has been a HUGE LIE! People are gonna hate me if they find out. Think about my reputation! How could you say it'll be all right? IT.WILL.NEVER.BE.ALL.RIGHT! I'm a freak, Harry! A freak." She was crying even more now.
But Harry hugged her, she hugged him back, and he whispered into her ear, "I'm sorry I said that. But mark my words, as long as you don't want to turn to the dark side, I will always love you."
Rachel suddenly looked up into Harry's eyes and said, "I will never turn to the dark side. Ever. And I will always love you too, Harry." And with that, she wrapped Harry in a tight, bear hug.
When they reached the portrait of the fat lady, Harry muttered the password, and they walked in. When they walked in, they saw Hermione and Ron sleeping on chairs. They were waiting for Harry and Rachel.
Rachel walked to the chair beside Hermione, and collapsed into it. As she did this, Hermione woke up.
"Rachel! Harry!" she shouted. "Your back!"
Then she turned around to face Ron and shook him awake. Then she looked back at Rachel, and saw that she was crying. She opened her mouth to say something but Harry quickly told her, "Listen, we've had a long night, if you want to know what happened, I'll tell you, but you have to keep quiet, and don't tell anyone." Then he started explaining.
Ron and Hermione clapped their hands to their mouths when Harry told them that Rachel was Voldemort's daughter, and Phyllis was Rachel's sister. When he was done, he looked at Rachel, and silent tears were rolling down her face. Hermione quickly wrapped her in a hug, and Ron patted her on her back. Then Harry realized that Hermione was also crying.
"Hermione?" He asked.
"Rachel," Hermione began. "Don't worry, we're still your friends, and we always will be. And I'm sure everything will be al-"
"Stop!" Harry shouted. He knew that if Hermione would say, 'alright' then Rachel would be upset again, so he pulled Hermione aside, and told her this.
"Oh!" Hermione said sounding surprised. "OK."
"I think we'll go back to bed." Ron announced after a couple of minutes of just sitting there in silence.
"Good idea." Hermione agreed. "How about it, Harry?"
Harry looked at Rachel, who was still crying, whispered to Hermione that he will stay with Rachel, and she and Ron both left, leaving Harry and Rachel alone again. "Rachel? You all right now? Felling better?"
Rachel didn't answer. Instead, she took out her wand, and in front of her appeared two blankets, and Harry understood that she didn't want to sleep in her dormitory tonight. She didn't want to be alone, and neither did Harry. So he grabbed a blanket, wrapped it around Rachel. Then he did the same for himself, and he lay down.
After about what seemed like hours, Harry looked at Rachel, and saw that she wasn't sleeping either. But he didn't want to say anything, so he just lay there on the chair, hopping that he would fall asleep.
Harry did fall asleep that night, but he had a horrible nightmare. He dreamt that Rachel turned on the dark side, and so did Phyllis, and they were in the forbidden forest. Rachel, Phyllis, and Voldemort had Harry cornered. Then Rachel swung her wand, and Harry was hanging by his wrists again. Then Rachel approached Harry, but instead of killing him, she started poking him. Phyllis and Voldemort were laughing furiously at this. "No, stop!" Harry screamed. "Stop!"
He opened his eyes, and saw that Rachel was poking him with her finger. "Wake up, we have to go." She was saying.
Harry sat up. It was morning. He saw the light from one of the windows in the common room. It was a bright sunny day. "What?" He asked Rachel as he took his glasses from the table beside his chair and put them on.
"Professor Dumbledore called us into his office. He said my mum is already there. C'mon, let's go." Rachel said, as she pulled Harry up to his feet. He noticed that the blankets were gone. He figured Rachel made them disappear with her wand.
Next thing he knew, Rachel was dragging him to the portrait hole, and towards Dumbledore's office. Then she let go and he followed her. But suddenly, a thought struck his mind. "Rachel?" He asked. Rachel spun around to face him. "Why do I have to come? It's your mother."
Rachel looked as if she was about to cry. It wasn't until she did cry, when Harry realized how insensitive that question must have been. But Rachel managed to say through a bunch of sobs, "I thought you cared about me? And plus, you're a witness." Then she turned around, and ran towards Dumbledore's office.
"I do!" Harry shouted. But it was too late Rachel was already gone. Should he go or not? Harry thought. But he decided to go.
When he reached the gargoyle statue leading to Dumbledore's office, he saw Rachel standing in front of it. She turned to him, her face looking as if she didn't cry at all, and asked, in a soft voice, "What's the password again?"
Harry grinned at her, and said, "I'll tell you if you forgive me."
Rachel looked up at Harry, saw that he was smiling, walked up to him, wrapped him in a hug, and said, "Deal."
Harry walked to the gargoyle statue, once Rachel let go of him, and said, "Fizzing Whizzbees." Immediately, the gargoyle sprang to life and moved aside, revealing the hidden passageway, which Harry and Rachel walked through.
When they walked into the office, there was a woman sitting on one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore. She was sitting on a chair with one leg crossed on the other and Harry knew it was Rachel's mother, Mrs. Avalon. Then Harry saw another person sitting beside Mrs. Avalon, but it wasn't Dumbledore, it was -
"Sirius!" Harry shouted.
"Harry, good to see you again." Sirius said, as he gave Harry a small hug.
"Sit down all of you, please." Dumbledore said quietly. "I would like to ask you, Clarisse, to answer some questions, but before that, if you don't mind, would you please explain what happened last night, Harry and Rachel?"
"Well," Rachel began, and she started telling everyone about what had happened. When she was done, the only person who was surprised by this was Sirius.
"You're Voldemort's daughter?" He shrieked. "Dumbledore, she's probably working for Voldemort already. She's planning on killing Har-"
"Sit down, Sirius. Don't be a fo-" Dumbledore interrupted Sirius, but he was interrupted by Rachel.
"If I was planning on killing Harry, don't you think I would have done it already? I mean, there were plenty of times I was alone with him, which I could have easily killed him. But did I? No!"
"I agree." Dumbledore said. "Now, sit down Sirius."
Sirius was eyeing Rachel suspiciously, as if she was about to turn into a three-headed dog and bite all of their heads off. But Rachel just looked at him, smiled, rolled her eyes, and looked away.
"Now, Mrs. Avalon, is this true that Lord Voldemort and you had children and Rachel is one of them?" Dumbledore asked.
If Dumbledore hadn't mentioned Mrs. Avalon, Harry would have completely forgotten that she was there. She hadn't said anything, until Dumbledore asked her.
"Yes," She answered. "And Phyllis. She's Rachel's twin, not identical, of course." Mrs. Avalon answered.
Everyone was completely shocked at this. But Rachel burst into tears, and shouted, "Why didn't you tell me! How could you lie about something as important as this?"
"Calm down Rachel," Dumbledore said calmly. "Now, would you please tell us how all of this happened?"
"Why?" Mrs. Avalon said coldly.
"Because it's important." Snapped Dumbledore. "This is information we must have. Now if you please."
"Alright." Mrs. Avalon said, as she looked at Rachel and saw her crying even more hysterically. "But would you mind bringing Phyllis here? I would like her to hear this too."
Dumbledore looked at Rachel, and asked, "Rachel, could you please go down to the Great Hall and fetch Phyllis Bing?"
Rachel hesitated, but muttered, "Yes," and left.
As they were waiting for Rachel to return with Phyllis, nobody said anything. It was an odd kind of silence. Mrs. Avalon took a drink from her cup. The liquid was an odd sort of greenish color. It looked disgusting. But a couple of minutes later, they heard voices nearing the office.
"Why are you making me waste my precious holidays?" Harry heard Phyllis say. "What's a matter with you? Why are you crying for? Think if you miss some time for studying you won't be top student anymore?" Phyllis laughed cruelly.
"Shut up, you bitch." Rachel snapped.
"WHAT?"
"Girls!" Dumbledore shouted, as they entered his office. Phyllis looked very surprised.
"Professor Dumbledore sir! I had no idea this was your office, sir." She said nervously.
"Please sit down, Phyllis, we have a bit of news that might be shocking for you." Dumbledore said, and started telling her what had happened last night. When he was done, Phyllis removed her hand from her mouth, which she put there when he said that she and Rachel were sisters.
"Really?" She asked. "I'm Voldemort's daughter? Way to cool!"
"What are you talking about?" Rachel snapped. "Your mad. He's evil. Want me to spell it out for you? E-V-I-L!!!"
"So? What's the problem?"
"Phyllis, you aren't going to follow your father, are you?" Dumbledore asked.
"Well, no. He's bad. But me being his daughter, wait till the other Slytherin's hear about this. They'll freak. Wait, this means that I'm Slytherin's heir! Alright!" She answered.
"Well, at least you're not going to join him." Dumbledore sighed. "OK, Mrs. Avalon, what have you got to say?"
"Well first of all," she began, "Phyllis, I am your real mother."
"WHAT?" Phyllis was on her feet now. "You? My mother? Shut up!"
"No, it's true." Mrs. Avalon said. Then she continued. "When Lord Voldemort first started to take over, I was one of his first followers. After no time at all, we both fell in love. We had a child together, well actually, two. They were born in the Riddle House. Rachel came first, then Phyllis. I named Rachel, and Voldemort named Phyllis."
"Cool!" Phyllis interrupted.
"Anyway, a couple of minutes later, Peter Pettigrew came and informed Voldemort that he knew where the Potters' were hiding. Voldemort told me he would come back once he, er, disposed of them." She looked at Harry, but quickly looked away, taking another swig of her drink. Then she continued. "But that day never came. Once I heard what had happened, I knew they would ask me questions. So I quickly denied everything, and told them the father of my children died. I promised myself that I would never reveal the truth that Voldemort was the father of my children.
"Then the Ministry of Magic started tracking down any of the Death Eaters. They finally tracked me down one day, and put me in Azkaban. They took my children, and put them in foster homes. But once I convinced the Ministry of Magic that I was no longer practicing the Dark Arts, they let me go. I tracked down one of my children, but failed to find the other. I didn't know my child, Phyllis, was in Hogwarts, until they came and had a fight in my store, Honeydukes.
"I was overwhelmed with happiness that I had found my second child, but if I would have said anything to get her back, questions would be asked, and people would possibly find out the truth about their father. So I just kept quiet. I'm sorry Phyllis."
Harry saw that Phyllis had actually started crying. Rachel was already crying, and still was. But then, Harry heard a familiar voice behind him.
"So, Rachel Avalon and Phyllis Bing are actually Rachel Riddle and Phyllis Riddle?" Harry turned around, and saw that the Minister for Magic himself, Cornelius Fudge, was standing in the doorway of Dumbledore's office.
"Ah, Cornelius, I was hoping to see you." Dumbledore said softly. "How much did you hear?"
"Everything. Well, mostly everything." Fudge chuckled. "You know that this information has to be concealed? Nobody must find out."
"Yes, I realize that."
"Good, then I must ask everybody to keep their silence. And if you do not, well, I will personally be involved, and it will not be a happy matter." Fudge said, and he shook hands with Dumbledore. Then he saw Sirius. "You!" He shrieked.
"ME!" Sirius said.
"Cornelius," Dumbledore began, but was interrupted by Fudge.
"Dumbledore, why didn't you tell me you caught Sirius Black?"
"Cornelius, he is innocent. I told you this already." But before Dumbledore could say anymore, Sirius ran out of the room, closely followed by Fudge, and Dumbledore. "Where did he go?" Harry heard Fudge shout out to Dumbledore.
"I don't know." Dumbledore replied. "Please don't bother yourself with it Cornelius. Now, would you like to take Mrs. Avalon, Rachel and Phyllis for questioning?"
"No," Fudge replied. "I'll be on my way now. Good day." Then he popped his head inside Dumbledore's office, and said, "Good day to you all. And, be careful Harry." And he left.
Rachel was crying still, while Harry had her arm around her. Phyllis was beaming, apparently happy that she was Voldemort's daughter. But when she looked at Harry, she narrowed her eyes, gave him a nasty look, and turned away. Mrs. Avalon looked as if she had her soul sucked out of her by a Dementor. Someone who was passing by would have thought she was dead. But then, Dumbledore walked in.
"All of you, I'm sure you want to go back to your holidays. Am I right? I know this may have come as a real shock for some of you, but please, try and stay calm, and don't panic." Then he turned to Mrs. Avalon. "Clarisse, you are free to go now. I thank you for all your help. And please, do be careful."
"I will. Thank you Albus." Mrs. Avalon replied. Then she walked up to Rachel, kissed her on the cheek, and said, "Be careful." Then she walked up to Phyllis, but Phyllis quickly moved away.
"I'm still not sure I want you as my mum." She said cruelly. "So."
Mrs. Avalon began to cry quietly. But before she left, she added to Harry, "Be careful, dear." And she was gone.
"Alright, off you go." Dumbledore said.
Phyllis quickly got off her chair, and sprinted towards the door, while Harry and Rachel took their time getting up, and leaving. But there was one thing bothering him, how would the school react when they found out the truth about Rachel and Phyllis? Would Dumbledore tell them?
* A/N: SURPRISE!!! That explains the red eyes.,..ugh, I really dislike this chapter, ugh.so icky!! Haha.aww wells, tell me what u think? And I promise the chapters will be good from now on, he he.and they will also be getting longer, so yeah..n e whoo.next chappy????
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~ Chapter 8 ~
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Lord Voldemort Returns
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Harry felt his feet slam into the ground. His feet gave way, and he fell forwards, his hand finally letting go of the statue (a fairy with wings and a wand). He looked up, and saw that he was yet again in a cemetery. He looked to his left, and he saw that Rachel was standing beside him. Harry quickly got up.
Then he remembered that this place looked exactly the same as his dream. He wondered if this was not just Rachel's plan to be able to kill him, since in his dream, she certainly wanted to kill him. But then he looked at Rachel, and saw that she was just as stunned as he was. How could he even think that she really wanted to kill him? Was he going mad? Then he realized that this looked exactly as the same cemetery that Voldemort had risen, a couple of months ago. That must mean, that the statue was a portkey, and.but it couldn't be, could it?
"Is this supposed to be romantic?" Rachel asked, looking suspiciously at Harry.
"What?" Harry said, very surprised that Rachel had thought that this was something he planned. "No, I didn't plan this. Did you?"
"No!" Rachel snapped. "I thought you did."
"Well, I didn't."
"Did you know that the statue was a porthole?"
"No. So, where do you think we are?"
"I dunno. But this place looks really familiar."
"Ya, like that place in our dream." Harry reminded Rachel.
"Oh ya. Now I remember. But, you don't think-?"
Rachel stopped, as they heard footsteps just behind them. Harry realized that there was a forest behind them. That's where they heard the footsteps.
"Maybe we should leave?" Rachel suggested.
"Shhh" Harry hissed. He was very interested. He wanted to know who was there. He started walking toward the forest. Rachel following.
"I don't think this is very smart, Harry." Rachel said with a trembling voice. And just then, the footsteps stopped. But instead, they broke into a run.
"C'mon." Harry whispered to Rachel.
They had just entered the forest. With Harry leading, they were chasing the footsteps. Harry saw a tall, dark figure in front of him, and he followed it. Rachel kept shouting to him to turn back and leave, but Harry was very interested at who was there. And most importantly, where he was. It was becoming darker and darker in the forest. When Harry looked up, he just saw a couple of patches of the night sky.
"Harry, we shouldn't be here." Rachel said, as the forest was now becoming thinner, and in the distance, Harry could see a very large house. "Harry, I'm getting a really bad feeling about this."
"Hey!" Harry shouted. "He's gone! Where did he go?" Harry was looking around. Indeed, the figure was nowhere in sight. "Maybe he Disapparated?"
"If we're at Hogwarts, you can't Apparate, or Disapparate on Hogwarts grounds. But, I doubt we are on Hogwarts grounds." Rachel whispered to Harry.
"Very clever girl." Said a high, cold voice behind them.
Harry and Rachel both spun around. Harry recognized who he was looking at. He could never forget those wide, livid scarlet eyes, and the nose that was as flat as a snake's, with slits for nostrils. The thin man's face was whiter than a skull. His hands were like large, pale spiders. It was Lord Voldemort. Rachel screamed very loudly. Voldemort took no notice of her. His eyes were look ing at Harry. And then, his high-pitched voice spoke to Harry, "We meet again, Potter. But this time, you won't escape me. But first, we'll dispose of this, unwelcome guest."
Harry suddenly realized that Rachel was trembling with fear. Suddenly, her legs couldn't support her anymore, and she fell down, onto the damp dirt.
"Rachel, are you OK?" Harry asked her, as he tried to pull her up off the ground. But he didn't succeed.
"Rachel?" Voldemort's voice said. Harry turned to look at Voldemort, and he looked very surprised. "Rachel Avalon?"
"Y-y-yes?" Rachel said. "H-h-h-how do you know m-me?"
"I, I don't believe it." Voldemort said, looking even more surprised.
"Leave her out of this." Harry said, surprised at his own courage. But Voldemort held out his hand, which was holding his wand, pointed it at Harry, and suddenly, Harry was swept off his feet, and was being thrown away a couple of meters.
"Harry!" Rachel shouted. "You, you monster." She added to Voldemort.
"My child." Voldemort said to Rachel in a very soft voice.
"What?" Rachel said.
"I haven't seen you in years. Is your mother alive? Has she managed her way out of Azkaban?" Voldemort asked.
"W-what are you talking about? How-how do you know my mother? I, I don't understand."
"What?" Voldemort asked, looking more surprised than Rachel. "Well of course, Clarisse probably wouldn't have told you. I'm surprised that you don't know, though."
Harry figured that Clarisse was probably Mrs. Avalon's name. But then, Rachel asked, "What are you talking about? I demand you tell me now!"
Voldemort did not look very happy, though, Harry had never seen him happy. But then, his face turned into a nasty, wicked smile, "Well darling," he began, "you are in fact, not Rachel Avalon, but Rachel Riddle."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Rachel blurted.
"I will explain how this came to be," Voldemort continued, ignoring Rachel. "About fourteen of fifteen years ago, I was in power, which I still am, mind you. My faithful Death Eaters and me were in power. There was one particular Death Eater that I favored. Her name was Clarisse Avalon. Eventually, I fell in love with her. We had children, but the night you were born, Rachel, was the night I went and killed Lily and James Potter." Voldemort laughed a very high-pitched, evil laugh, and then continued, "When you and your sister were born, on the exact same night, I held both of you in my arms. Then, Peter Pettigrew came and told me where the Potters' have been hiding, so naturally, I set off to kill them. I never saw my children ever again, until now."
Harry looked at Rachel, and realized that he thought he saw her before because of her eyes. They were exactly the same as Voldemort's. But before Harry could say anything, Rachel shouted, "Your mad! You lying bastard. My mother said my father died a long time ago. I think if you were my father, she would have told me. And plus, I don't have a brother or sister. Just my Muggle half-brother. "
"Ah, but that's were you're wrong, Rachel. You do have a sister, it's-" But before Voldemort could finish, Harry interrupted him.
"Phyllis Bing!"
"Indeed? So, she lives with those fools. Oh well, no matter, she'll join me.soon. Ah, that reminds me. Rachel, come now, I will just kill Potter here, and we'll be on our way. We could catch up on our family matters later. Come, come now." Voldemort said to Rachel.
"I don't think so!" Rachel screamed. "What do you mean, join you. I'm not going anywhere with you. And you're not killing Harry. Over my dead body!"
"What? You're disobeying my orders already? This is not a good start, daughter."
"I'M NO DAUGHTER OF YOURS!"
"Hmm, you're in Gryffindor house, are you not? Where is Phyllis?"
"Slytherin!"
"At least there's one proper child in this family. Thank goodness for that. Come now, child."
"I said I'm not going anywhere! So leave-"
But before Rachel could say anything else, Voldemort had grabbed her by the arm, and was pulling her away from Harry. "Ouch, let go!" She yelled. But just then, a Death Eater had Apparated. Voldemort handed Rachel to his Death Eater.
"Go, take her to Hazel, while I take care of this prat, Potter, once and for all." Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry. Harry quickly pulled out his own wand, but it was no use if Voldemort was going to use the killing curse on him. But before he could think of anything, there was a loud scream.
"NOOOOOO!" Rachel had broken free of Hazel's grasp, and had her own wand pointed at her father, Voldemort. "I will not let you hurt him."
"Get out of the way fool! Hazel, control her." Voldemort was shouting furiously. But Rachel stunned Hazel, and pointed her wand back at Voldemort. He looked even more furious now. "GET OUT OF THE WAY!"
"NO!" and in the blink of an eye, Voldemort shouted a curse, and Rachel was lying on the ground, twitching. Then, without a second glance at Rachel, Voldemort turned at Harry. "Now for you." He said, a grin on his face.
Crack!
A second Death Eater had Apparated in front of Harry, blocking him from Voldemort's wrath.
"Alexander Valasco! What are you doing, fool? Get out of the way. I'm about to kill Harry, here." Voldemort said.
Alexander was a tall man. Harry couldn't see his face. But he had a very strange thing about his appearance. He had an owl sitting on his shoulder. Harry found this quite funny. But just then, Alexander pointed his wand at Rachel, and immediately, she woke up. She looked around. Then Alexander shouted to her, "Go on, and get out of here. Take Harry with you. The portkey will take you back. GO!"
Rachel didn't need to be told twice. She ran up to Harry, muttered and enchantment, and the next thing Harry knew, he found himself in front of the Fairy statue and the cemetery again. But before Rachel had teleported them here, he saw that Alexander had Disapparated, and Harry saw the expression on Voldemort's face: fury.
"C'mon Harry, let's go!" Rachel hissed. So, Harry touched the statue, and felt the familiar jerk somewhere behind his navel. Next thing he knew, he was back in the garden with Rachel. He looked back, and luckily, he saw Hogwarts Castle.
"Harry, we have to tell Dumbledore what just happened." Rachel whispered to Harry. "C'mon, they're probably looking for us. I mean, we were gone pretty long."
"But Rachel, who was the guy that saved us?" Harry asked.
"Oh, Harry. You do ask too many questions. That was Alexander Valasco. He and my mother are really good friends. But I had no idea he was a Death Eater, or that my mother was one." Rachel replied.
"Do you really believe that Voldemort is your father, and Phyllis your sister?"
"I dunno what to believe, Harry. Let's just tell Dumbledore, okay?" Rachel was trembling with fear.
"OK" Harry agreed.
So Harry and Rachel made their way back to the Great Hall, but they heard shouting. "Harry, Rachel, where have you two been? The whole castle was looking for you." It was Professor McGonagall. She looked furious, but relieved at the same time.
"We need to speak to Professor Dumbledore." Harry said in a hurry.
"Yes, it's very important," Rachel, added.
"Indeed. But first you will tell me where you two have been all this time." McGonagall barked.
"NO!" Rachel shouted. "We need Professor Dumbledore. NOW!"
Professor McGonagall looked very shocked, and even more furious. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, Harry heard Dumbledore.
"What is it you would like to tell me, you too?"
"Could we please go to your office, Dumbledore sir?" Rachel kindly asked.
"Alright." Dumbledore agreed.
They made their way to Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore was in the lead. Nobody said anything the whole way, except for Dumbledore.
"Fizzing Whizzbees." He muttered to the gargoyle statue, which sprang to life, opening the way to Dumbledore's office. "Sit." He said as they entered. "Now, what is all this about?"
Rachel burst into the whole story, with Harry helping her out at the part when she was knocked out.
When they finally finished, Dumbledore said, "I have already alerted Sirius, Harry. Rachel, I will send an owl to your mother, and she will explain if this is true or not - "
"But you do believe us, right?" Rachel interrupted.
"Yes I do. But still, I would like your mother to answer some questions I have." Dumbledore replied. "Now, you two can go back to your dormitory's, or stay here for the night. It's your choice."
"Dormitory." Harry and Rachel both answered immediately. They were both dying to tell Ron and Hermione what happened.
"Alright. It is way past your bedtimes, so, off you go."
Harry glanced at his wristwatch, and it was well past midnight. "Alright." He muttered, and he and Rachel left and made their way towards the Gryffindor common room.
As they were walking, Harry glanced at Rachel, and saw that she was crying. He quickly put his arm around her and said, "Don't worry, it'll be alright. Once you're mu-"
"What are you talking about?" Rachel snapped. "I'm Voldemort's daughter!" She practically shouted. But Harry didn't dare tell her to quiet down, she was blazing mad. But she continued, "It'll never be alright. My whole life has been a HUGE LIE! People are gonna hate me if they find out. Think about my reputation! How could you say it'll be all right? IT.WILL.NEVER.BE.ALL.RIGHT! I'm a freak, Harry! A freak." She was crying even more now.
But Harry hugged her, she hugged him back, and he whispered into her ear, "I'm sorry I said that. But mark my words, as long as you don't want to turn to the dark side, I will always love you."
Rachel suddenly looked up into Harry's eyes and said, "I will never turn to the dark side. Ever. And I will always love you too, Harry." And with that, she wrapped Harry in a tight, bear hug.
When they reached the portrait of the fat lady, Harry muttered the password, and they walked in. When they walked in, they saw Hermione and Ron sleeping on chairs. They were waiting for Harry and Rachel.
Rachel walked to the chair beside Hermione, and collapsed into it. As she did this, Hermione woke up.
"Rachel! Harry!" she shouted. "Your back!"
Then she turned around to face Ron and shook him awake. Then she looked back at Rachel, and saw that she was crying. She opened her mouth to say something but Harry quickly told her, "Listen, we've had a long night, if you want to know what happened, I'll tell you, but you have to keep quiet, and don't tell anyone." Then he started explaining.
Ron and Hermione clapped their hands to their mouths when Harry told them that Rachel was Voldemort's daughter, and Phyllis was Rachel's sister. When he was done, he looked at Rachel, and silent tears were rolling down her face. Hermione quickly wrapped her in a hug, and Ron patted her on her back. Then Harry realized that Hermione was also crying.
"Hermione?" He asked.
"Rachel," Hermione began. "Don't worry, we're still your friends, and we always will be. And I'm sure everything will be al-"
"Stop!" Harry shouted. He knew that if Hermione would say, 'alright' then Rachel would be upset again, so he pulled Hermione aside, and told her this.
"Oh!" Hermione said sounding surprised. "OK."
"I think we'll go back to bed." Ron announced after a couple of minutes of just sitting there in silence.
"Good idea." Hermione agreed. "How about it, Harry?"
Harry looked at Rachel, who was still crying, whispered to Hermione that he will stay with Rachel, and she and Ron both left, leaving Harry and Rachel alone again. "Rachel? You all right now? Felling better?"
Rachel didn't answer. Instead, she took out her wand, and in front of her appeared two blankets, and Harry understood that she didn't want to sleep in her dormitory tonight. She didn't want to be alone, and neither did Harry. So he grabbed a blanket, wrapped it around Rachel. Then he did the same for himself, and he lay down.
After about what seemed like hours, Harry looked at Rachel, and saw that she wasn't sleeping either. But he didn't want to say anything, so he just lay there on the chair, hopping that he would fall asleep.
Harry did fall asleep that night, but he had a horrible nightmare. He dreamt that Rachel turned on the dark side, and so did Phyllis, and they were in the forbidden forest. Rachel, Phyllis, and Voldemort had Harry cornered. Then Rachel swung her wand, and Harry was hanging by his wrists again. Then Rachel approached Harry, but instead of killing him, she started poking him. Phyllis and Voldemort were laughing furiously at this. "No, stop!" Harry screamed. "Stop!"
He opened his eyes, and saw that Rachel was poking him with her finger. "Wake up, we have to go." She was saying.
Harry sat up. It was morning. He saw the light from one of the windows in the common room. It was a bright sunny day. "What?" He asked Rachel as he took his glasses from the table beside his chair and put them on.
"Professor Dumbledore called us into his office. He said my mum is already there. C'mon, let's go." Rachel said, as she pulled Harry up to his feet. He noticed that the blankets were gone. He figured Rachel made them disappear with her wand.
Next thing he knew, Rachel was dragging him to the portrait hole, and towards Dumbledore's office. Then she let go and he followed her. But suddenly, a thought struck his mind. "Rachel?" He asked. Rachel spun around to face him. "Why do I have to come? It's your mother."
Rachel looked as if she was about to cry. It wasn't until she did cry, when Harry realized how insensitive that question must have been. But Rachel managed to say through a bunch of sobs, "I thought you cared about me? And plus, you're a witness." Then she turned around, and ran towards Dumbledore's office.
"I do!" Harry shouted. But it was too late Rachel was already gone. Should he go or not? Harry thought. But he decided to go.
When he reached the gargoyle statue leading to Dumbledore's office, he saw Rachel standing in front of it. She turned to him, her face looking as if she didn't cry at all, and asked, in a soft voice, "What's the password again?"
Harry grinned at her, and said, "I'll tell you if you forgive me."
Rachel looked up at Harry, saw that he was smiling, walked up to him, wrapped him in a hug, and said, "Deal."
Harry walked to the gargoyle statue, once Rachel let go of him, and said, "Fizzing Whizzbees." Immediately, the gargoyle sprang to life and moved aside, revealing the hidden passageway, which Harry and Rachel walked through.
When they walked into the office, there was a woman sitting on one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore. She was sitting on a chair with one leg crossed on the other and Harry knew it was Rachel's mother, Mrs. Avalon. Then Harry saw another person sitting beside Mrs. Avalon, but it wasn't Dumbledore, it was -
"Sirius!" Harry shouted.
"Harry, good to see you again." Sirius said, as he gave Harry a small hug.
"Sit down all of you, please." Dumbledore said quietly. "I would like to ask you, Clarisse, to answer some questions, but before that, if you don't mind, would you please explain what happened last night, Harry and Rachel?"
"Well," Rachel began, and she started telling everyone about what had happened. When she was done, the only person who was surprised by this was Sirius.
"You're Voldemort's daughter?" He shrieked. "Dumbledore, she's probably working for Voldemort already. She's planning on killing Har-"
"Sit down, Sirius. Don't be a fo-" Dumbledore interrupted Sirius, but he was interrupted by Rachel.
"If I was planning on killing Harry, don't you think I would have done it already? I mean, there were plenty of times I was alone with him, which I could have easily killed him. But did I? No!"
"I agree." Dumbledore said. "Now, sit down Sirius."
Sirius was eyeing Rachel suspiciously, as if she was about to turn into a three-headed dog and bite all of their heads off. But Rachel just looked at him, smiled, rolled her eyes, and looked away.
"Now, Mrs. Avalon, is this true that Lord Voldemort and you had children and Rachel is one of them?" Dumbledore asked.
If Dumbledore hadn't mentioned Mrs. Avalon, Harry would have completely forgotten that she was there. She hadn't said anything, until Dumbledore asked her.
"Yes," She answered. "And Phyllis. She's Rachel's twin, not identical, of course." Mrs. Avalon answered.
Everyone was completely shocked at this. But Rachel burst into tears, and shouted, "Why didn't you tell me! How could you lie about something as important as this?"
"Calm down Rachel," Dumbledore said calmly. "Now, would you please tell us how all of this happened?"
"Why?" Mrs. Avalon said coldly.
"Because it's important." Snapped Dumbledore. "This is information we must have. Now if you please."
"Alright." Mrs. Avalon said, as she looked at Rachel and saw her crying even more hysterically. "But would you mind bringing Phyllis here? I would like her to hear this too."
Dumbledore looked at Rachel, and asked, "Rachel, could you please go down to the Great Hall and fetch Phyllis Bing?"
Rachel hesitated, but muttered, "Yes," and left.
As they were waiting for Rachel to return with Phyllis, nobody said anything. It was an odd kind of silence. Mrs. Avalon took a drink from her cup. The liquid was an odd sort of greenish color. It looked disgusting. But a couple of minutes later, they heard voices nearing the office.
"Why are you making me waste my precious holidays?" Harry heard Phyllis say. "What's a matter with you? Why are you crying for? Think if you miss some time for studying you won't be top student anymore?" Phyllis laughed cruelly.
"Shut up, you bitch." Rachel snapped.
"WHAT?"
"Girls!" Dumbledore shouted, as they entered his office. Phyllis looked very surprised.
"Professor Dumbledore sir! I had no idea this was your office, sir." She said nervously.
"Please sit down, Phyllis, we have a bit of news that might be shocking for you." Dumbledore said, and started telling her what had happened last night. When he was done, Phyllis removed her hand from her mouth, which she put there when he said that she and Rachel were sisters.
"Really?" She asked. "I'm Voldemort's daughter? Way to cool!"
"What are you talking about?" Rachel snapped. "Your mad. He's evil. Want me to spell it out for you? E-V-I-L!!!"
"So? What's the problem?"
"Phyllis, you aren't going to follow your father, are you?" Dumbledore asked.
"Well, no. He's bad. But me being his daughter, wait till the other Slytherin's hear about this. They'll freak. Wait, this means that I'm Slytherin's heir! Alright!" She answered.
"Well, at least you're not going to join him." Dumbledore sighed. "OK, Mrs. Avalon, what have you got to say?"
"Well first of all," she began, "Phyllis, I am your real mother."
"WHAT?" Phyllis was on her feet now. "You? My mother? Shut up!"
"No, it's true." Mrs. Avalon said. Then she continued. "When Lord Voldemort first started to take over, I was one of his first followers. After no time at all, we both fell in love. We had a child together, well actually, two. They were born in the Riddle House. Rachel came first, then Phyllis. I named Rachel, and Voldemort named Phyllis."
"Cool!" Phyllis interrupted.
"Anyway, a couple of minutes later, Peter Pettigrew came and informed Voldemort that he knew where the Potters' were hiding. Voldemort told me he would come back once he, er, disposed of them." She looked at Harry, but quickly looked away, taking another swig of her drink. Then she continued. "But that day never came. Once I heard what had happened, I knew they would ask me questions. So I quickly denied everything, and told them the father of my children died. I promised myself that I would never reveal the truth that Voldemort was the father of my children.
"Then the Ministry of Magic started tracking down any of the Death Eaters. They finally tracked me down one day, and put me in Azkaban. They took my children, and put them in foster homes. But once I convinced the Ministry of Magic that I was no longer practicing the Dark Arts, they let me go. I tracked down one of my children, but failed to find the other. I didn't know my child, Phyllis, was in Hogwarts, until they came and had a fight in my store, Honeydukes.
"I was overwhelmed with happiness that I had found my second child, but if I would have said anything to get her back, questions would be asked, and people would possibly find out the truth about their father. So I just kept quiet. I'm sorry Phyllis."
Harry saw that Phyllis had actually started crying. Rachel was already crying, and still was. But then, Harry heard a familiar voice behind him.
"So, Rachel Avalon and Phyllis Bing are actually Rachel Riddle and Phyllis Riddle?" Harry turned around, and saw that the Minister for Magic himself, Cornelius Fudge, was standing in the doorway of Dumbledore's office.
"Ah, Cornelius, I was hoping to see you." Dumbledore said softly. "How much did you hear?"
"Everything. Well, mostly everything." Fudge chuckled. "You know that this information has to be concealed? Nobody must find out."
"Yes, I realize that."
"Good, then I must ask everybody to keep their silence. And if you do not, well, I will personally be involved, and it will not be a happy matter." Fudge said, and he shook hands with Dumbledore. Then he saw Sirius. "You!" He shrieked.
"ME!" Sirius said.
"Cornelius," Dumbledore began, but was interrupted by Fudge.
"Dumbledore, why didn't you tell me you caught Sirius Black?"
"Cornelius, he is innocent. I told you this already." But before Dumbledore could say anymore, Sirius ran out of the room, closely followed by Fudge, and Dumbledore. "Where did he go?" Harry heard Fudge shout out to Dumbledore.
"I don't know." Dumbledore replied. "Please don't bother yourself with it Cornelius. Now, would you like to take Mrs. Avalon, Rachel and Phyllis for questioning?"
"No," Fudge replied. "I'll be on my way now. Good day." Then he popped his head inside Dumbledore's office, and said, "Good day to you all. And, be careful Harry." And he left.
Rachel was crying still, while Harry had her arm around her. Phyllis was beaming, apparently happy that she was Voldemort's daughter. But when she looked at Harry, she narrowed her eyes, gave him a nasty look, and turned away. Mrs. Avalon looked as if she had her soul sucked out of her by a Dementor. Someone who was passing by would have thought she was dead. But then, Dumbledore walked in.
"All of you, I'm sure you want to go back to your holidays. Am I right? I know this may have come as a real shock for some of you, but please, try and stay calm, and don't panic." Then he turned to Mrs. Avalon. "Clarisse, you are free to go now. I thank you for all your help. And please, do be careful."
"I will. Thank you Albus." Mrs. Avalon replied. Then she walked up to Rachel, kissed her on the cheek, and said, "Be careful." Then she walked up to Phyllis, but Phyllis quickly moved away.
"I'm still not sure I want you as my mum." She said cruelly. "So."
Mrs. Avalon began to cry quietly. But before she left, she added to Harry, "Be careful, dear." And she was gone.
"Alright, off you go." Dumbledore said.
Phyllis quickly got off her chair, and sprinted towards the door, while Harry and Rachel took their time getting up, and leaving. But there was one thing bothering him, how would the school react when they found out the truth about Rachel and Phyllis? Would Dumbledore tell them?
* A/N: SURPRISE!!! That explains the red eyes.,..ugh, I really dislike this chapter, ugh.so icky!! Haha.aww wells, tell me what u think? And I promise the chapters will be good from now on, he he.and they will also be getting longer, so yeah..n e whoo.next chappy????