A/N: None here.
Disclaimer: Harry doesn't belong to me, blah, blah, blah. I only own Amelia, Ebony-Crested Dragon snakes, Silecia, Mithra, and any and all Dark Woods harps, along with anything else you don't recognize from the books. Oh, and I do use some of the same techniques Rowling uses with some fun lines I always enjoyed, so please don't sue me! I need all the money I can get for my student ambassador trip!
Parseltongue will be "~...~"
Chapter 23: The Last Warning
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"My arms are killing me..." groaned Draco as he and Harry trudged up to the castle after a particularly hard training session with the Slytherin quidditch team. Their first game was coming up on Saturday, and Flint was putting in extra practices so often neither had been able to join Blaise in the Patronus studies.
Not that they knew if Blaise was studying that or not. She had become strange since school started almost two months ago, very quiet like when she first arrived in first year, and was keeping to herself a lot. Her physical condition was improving slightly, however. She had lost the sick look and now just looked very pale and thin, with her hair lightening. At least that was some consolation, even if she wouldn't speak to anyone.
Walking into the entrance hall, both looked up at the figure in the doorway; it was Ginny. Malfoy groaned again and slipped off towards the dungeons, but Harry put on a smile and said, "Hello, Ginny. What do you need?"
"We need to talk about you. Something's going to go on soon involving you. There are rumours spreading around Ravenclaw like wildfire that you're going to be attacked."
"Really?" grinned Harry.
"Really, it's just-- Mithra! Get out of my hair!"
For the little dragon had flown to his favourite perching spot: Ginny Weasley's head. He let out a small yawn and layed down, front legs crossing over one another in front of him. Harry chuckled.
"You know, Harry, it seems odd that your familiars haven't grown at all. I mean, it's a dragon," said Ginny, now grabbing the little thing out of her hair and placing him in Harry's arms.
"Actually, Amelia and Mithra are bigger; she learned how to change her size at will, and now she taught Mithra. Right now, he's about 7 feet high."
"...Okay, now that you dragged me totally off topic Harry," began Ginny, trying to get back to the matter at hand, but Harry would hear no more and turned towards the entrance towards the Slytherin's territory.
"Just keep me informed, Ginny. Thank you," shouted the ebony-haired boy, and he headed off to join his friend in the dorm room.
Draco looked up from where he was studying on his bed, reading the last few pages of the Patronus book. By now, he and Harry were experts on the things and were ready to attempt one.
"You know, Draco," grinned Harry, pulling out the dagger Blaise had gotten him for his birthday and practicing with it, "it was quite useful to put Ginny into Ravenclaw."
"What?"
"You know how you can manipulate the sorting hat to put you where you want to go if your will is strong enough?"
Draco nodded.
"Well, when Ginny was on the stool, I simply forced some of my own will on the hat and it then placed her into the desired house."
"Now, why would you want to do that?" asked his friend, now standing up and pulling out his wand.
"Two reasons," said Harry, and now stuck the dagger back into its wrist sheath. He pulled his two familiars towards him on the bed and pet them. "One, I wanted to see how easy it is to trick the hat. Secondly, it is a strategic move. Almost no one knows what goes on in the Ravenclaw house, and yet they are always the most informed of all. Having an insider that likes you and gives you information from within a secretive house is useful."
Draco smirked and threw the book at his friend, who caught it with his face.
"Well, Mr Strategist, let's see if we can do this Patronus thing."
Turning serious now, Harry stood from the bed and locked the dorm door with a casual gesture with his wand. Remembering the instructions, it said to think of a happy memory to ward off Dementors. Not that he would need it. Dementors were loyal to Tom and never affected either of them. But if it would lead to Animagus forms...
"Expecto patronum!" shouted Draco, and a small wisp of silver vapor sat hovering in front of his wand a moment later before fading.
"Well, it's a start," the blonde boy shrugged after looking at Harry, and began again.
Meanwhile, the Dark Heir thought, 'What's my happiest memory?'
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"Welcome to the first quidditch game of the year, taking place on All Hallow's Eve! Slytherin versus Gryffindor!" yelled Lee Jordan from the stands to the din of cheers. "Now, if we can have our teams, please?"
Draco and Harry shared one quick look of good luck, mounted their Nimbus Two Thousand Ones along with the rest of the team, and flew out to meet the Gryffindors. Looking up in the stands, Harry could just make out Hermione and Ginny sitting together with Blaise no where in sight. Mithra had once again sat on Ginny's head, and kept letting out large fireballs into the air. Meanwhile, Amelia had wrapped herself around Hermione and was watching quite intently.
"Players, ready!" called the referee Madam Hooch, and the tension in the air doubled as each player gripped their broom more firmly. And in a sudden motion, she released all the balls and tossed up the Quaffle. The game had begun.
"And they're off!" called Jordan. "It's Bell to Johnson, Johnson to Bell, and - ooh- that was a Bludger from Draco Malfoy, the newly acquired Beater on the Slytherin team, the dirty, cheatin'-"
"Jordan!" threatened McGonagall, strumming her fingers on her crossed arms.
"Anyway- Slytherin in possession-- Slytherin's headed for goal- block that Wood!-- Damn! Slytherin scores, 10 to nothing!"
Harry heard the booing and cheers from his position slightly above everyone else.
'Where are you, little snitch?' He pulled his broom around just in time to see a small fluttering wing just below, and he went into a spectacular dive which drew screams and awed gasps from everyone. It was more like the boy was falling to the ground than anything. Then about seventy feet into the dive and approximately two feet from the ground, he pulled up drastically, holding one hand up in triumph.
"I got it!" Harry yelled, and the Slytherin team all sank down to him, shouting congrats and approval as more students flooded onto the field as Lee Jordan shouted, "This is unbelievable! Rookie Harry Potter has just caught the snitch. This has to be a new Hogwarts record!" Indeed, pretty soon, he was face to face with Hermione and Ginny. Laughing, Harry sat Mithra on Draco's head ("A dragon for the dragon!") and Amelia slipped down his sleeve as the large group walked back up to the castle to have a short celebration party before the feast that would take place that night. The only Slytherins that didn't look happy at the victory were Harling and his gang, but at this moment, Harry couldn't care. He certainly thought this would qualify as a happy memory.
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Harry and Draco walked into the feast a half hour early, thoroughly exhausted from the game and the party, but perfectly content. They flumped onto the bench seats and grinned at the other idiotically.
"Good game, huh?" mused Draco. Harry stretched and yawned, closing his eyes and resting them for a few minutes, dimly aware of the few teachers now congregating around the area.
"Exhilirating," said Harry, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Draco wasn't there.
He looked around the hall, but didn't see anything. He frowned, causing a little crease between his eyebrows. He concentrated, and he became slowly able to see into the second plane and the forms currently beating the crap out of a smaller one. Draco.
"Rather cowardly, don't you think, Harling?" shouted Harry, getting up and pulling out his wand. But he didn't get to fire off any shots as he suddenly was pinned from behind, held by invisible arms. Teachers were rushing to and fro, shutting the doors to the hall as best they could, but students were flooding in, wanting to see the fight, even though no one could see anything. Harry's arm was being slowly jammed into the table, and he looked up to see the boys now trying to catch Mithra who was trying to light their robes and heads on fire. A hot breath came near Harry's ear, which said in an amused tone, "So the mighty Harry Potter is nothing without big, bad, You-Know-Who to protect him, now is he?"
Then Harry did something he had never done in front of the major student body, not even in front of most of the Slytherins. He began hissing and spitting without breath, speaking quickly to Amelia.
"~Amelia, get out of here now! Take Mithra with you!~"
"~I shall do no such thing, Harry. This man has attacked my master far too many times, and now he goes after Mithra! Miserable cowards!~" she violently hissed.
Harry just saw her slip out of his robes and curl up on the table in front of him in an offensive position, and the invisible boy along with the others took down their invisible guards and laughed at the little snake. But then, that was before she began to grow...
"It's my turn to laugh now, Harling," grimaced Harry as his familiars grew now unhibited, Mithra reaching his full height of seven feet rather quickly, and Amelia growing even larger than he had ever seen her. The only thing he could associate it with was a basilisk. The grip around him released, and he fell onto the table before collecting himself and looking around.
Mithra had gathered the other frightened boys into the neverending coils of the large snake with multiple streams of fire, and she held them tightly, still advancing on Harling, fangs bared, silver eyes wide and dangerous, hissing.
"~You never should attempt to seperate a snake from their master, child. We can get quite overprotective of them.~"
Harling meanwhile, had started getting teary-eyed as his retreat was stopped by the wall.
"Please, don't kill me..."
Harry stepped forward and spoke loudly in Parseltongue, shocking everyone within hearing range, including those who had just showed up like Hermione, Ginny, and Blaise.
"~Tom is not dead, nor will he ever truly fall. You are lucky we are at school and I could not kill you now. I could do with some fresh blood on the walls. However, you are so weak I wouldn't bother Amelia with having to kill you, and I wouldn't want my Mithra to get indigestion from eating you, so consider this my last warning.~"
And with that, he patted Amelia once on her side, and she pulled back, albeit reluctantly, and began to shrink back to her "normal" size, as did the Hungarian Horntail. Once small again, they took up either shoulder of Harry's, who turned fierce eyes on all of the boys now gathered in the center of the room.
"Like I said, this is my last warning."
And he walked out of the room, people slowly pulling back to allow him a wide berth before entering the hall, and he headed outside to the chill air completely unseen. Mithra latched onto Amelia and flew them both off somewhere, perhaps to give him some time to reflect.
Never had he once felt isolated like this, and he felt as if the day he had been having up until sitting in that hall was a million years ago. He was thoroughly startled when he heard slight hissing words in his ear, telling him it would be alright. He turned his head towards the speaker, and his eyes widened in wonder.
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A.N: Oooh, who is it that came ot console Harry, and why is he so surprised? What will be the consequences for Harry's actions in that little scene beforehand? Will they tell him to get rid of his familiars?! I don't know! I write by the seat of my pants, which is why it's always so important to get feedback!
ATTENTION!!!!!! I've been getting a lot of IM's lately. Are they you people? If so, please leave me your IM name in your review, because I do not respond to people I do not know. Thank you!
Review responses:
jbfritz- Thank you for always reviewing.
ER- Hehe, you thought from my sickly hallucinations that I am English? Nah, I'm American, but I am a fiend for tea.
SilverKnight7- I would definitely be in Slytherin if I was to be sorted, and it's not just my love for the house, either.
girlknight- It is rather funny how people in the middle of a desert can get a cold or flu, but I blame it on the overcrowded schools. If one person comes to school sick, everyone else catches it.
Maxx77- I hope for your continued reviewing!
Rogue1615- I guess human servants for Harry would be considered Deatheaters, because most of his other suppoters aren't really human.
Shorty- When I wrote down responses to reviews, I got distracted on yours, apparently. Give me more ideas!
Nicoletta- Diary Tom will be a surprise for Harry, now won't he? We'll find out about his tenth birthday in no time.
Falafal- Hehehe, I seem to be writing a lot of cliffies lately. Thanks for wishing me well. I will follow your rating advice, thank you.
insanechildfanfic- I'm happy you're "lovin this".
hermionegreen- At least one of them is a founder, but the other does not seem to be. Thanks for the good luck on the midterms and the well wishes!
tia- We'll find out next year!
Sea-Turtles- I don't have imaginary people, but I have voices in my head. Is there much of a difference?
GShans- Thanks for the Patroni advice and the well wishes!
LovesBitch2- I will be doing all seven years.
Bosson12787- I have updated, so be happy everyone! yeah!
Rise of Chaos- Thanks go out to everyone who put up with the shorter chapter because of me being sick.
lady leah- At least one is a founder! Salazar's getting whipped by his friend, isn't he?
Zhan Black- Have you found any more good Dark Harry stories?
HecateDeMort- Thank you.
Finite Amore- And a fellow Anne Rice fan comes out of the darkness! I love Armand, the litle Botticelli killer. I hated what they did to his character in the movie of the first book. Antonio Banderas as Armand?! Come on!
chozen1- We'll find out soon enough.
crazy and a bit drunk- Don't worry, I'll update quickly.
HAZZAGRIFF- I'm glad you really like!
saintz- No, Harry's not a hemophiliac; something else is occurring...
falling ice star- Why, thank you! Look above for blood question.
Iced flame- I'm glad you like Amelia!
RaistlinofMetallica- Glad to hear from you again! Thank you for the Ginny praise.
Julie Lanister- Thank you for the praise. Yes, it is People to People. Are you going to France, too? It'd be cool to meet up!
SugarWater- An _excellent_ story that you have asked for is "Blackened Sunrise" by author The Itch. It's scary how close she got Harry to my actual personality...
Garth Brooks- Hey, can you sing Two Pina Coladas for my friend?
(January 13, 2003)
Disclaimer: Harry doesn't belong to me, blah, blah, blah. I only own Amelia, Ebony-Crested Dragon snakes, Silecia, Mithra, and any and all Dark Woods harps, along with anything else you don't recognize from the books. Oh, and I do use some of the same techniques Rowling uses with some fun lines I always enjoyed, so please don't sue me! I need all the money I can get for my student ambassador trip!
Parseltongue will be "~...~"
Chapter 23: The Last Warning
-----------------------------------------------------
"My arms are killing me..." groaned Draco as he and Harry trudged up to the castle after a particularly hard training session with the Slytherin quidditch team. Their first game was coming up on Saturday, and Flint was putting in extra practices so often neither had been able to join Blaise in the Patronus studies.
Not that they knew if Blaise was studying that or not. She had become strange since school started almost two months ago, very quiet like when she first arrived in first year, and was keeping to herself a lot. Her physical condition was improving slightly, however. She had lost the sick look and now just looked very pale and thin, with her hair lightening. At least that was some consolation, even if she wouldn't speak to anyone.
Walking into the entrance hall, both looked up at the figure in the doorway; it was Ginny. Malfoy groaned again and slipped off towards the dungeons, but Harry put on a smile and said, "Hello, Ginny. What do you need?"
"We need to talk about you. Something's going to go on soon involving you. There are rumours spreading around Ravenclaw like wildfire that you're going to be attacked."
"Really?" grinned Harry.
"Really, it's just-- Mithra! Get out of my hair!"
For the little dragon had flown to his favourite perching spot: Ginny Weasley's head. He let out a small yawn and layed down, front legs crossing over one another in front of him. Harry chuckled.
"You know, Harry, it seems odd that your familiars haven't grown at all. I mean, it's a dragon," said Ginny, now grabbing the little thing out of her hair and placing him in Harry's arms.
"Actually, Amelia and Mithra are bigger; she learned how to change her size at will, and now she taught Mithra. Right now, he's about 7 feet high."
"...Okay, now that you dragged me totally off topic Harry," began Ginny, trying to get back to the matter at hand, but Harry would hear no more and turned towards the entrance towards the Slytherin's territory.
"Just keep me informed, Ginny. Thank you," shouted the ebony-haired boy, and he headed off to join his friend in the dorm room.
Draco looked up from where he was studying on his bed, reading the last few pages of the Patronus book. By now, he and Harry were experts on the things and were ready to attempt one.
"You know, Draco," grinned Harry, pulling out the dagger Blaise had gotten him for his birthday and practicing with it, "it was quite useful to put Ginny into Ravenclaw."
"What?"
"You know how you can manipulate the sorting hat to put you where you want to go if your will is strong enough?"
Draco nodded.
"Well, when Ginny was on the stool, I simply forced some of my own will on the hat and it then placed her into the desired house."
"Now, why would you want to do that?" asked his friend, now standing up and pulling out his wand.
"Two reasons," said Harry, and now stuck the dagger back into its wrist sheath. He pulled his two familiars towards him on the bed and pet them. "One, I wanted to see how easy it is to trick the hat. Secondly, it is a strategic move. Almost no one knows what goes on in the Ravenclaw house, and yet they are always the most informed of all. Having an insider that likes you and gives you information from within a secretive house is useful."
Draco smirked and threw the book at his friend, who caught it with his face.
"Well, Mr Strategist, let's see if we can do this Patronus thing."
Turning serious now, Harry stood from the bed and locked the dorm door with a casual gesture with his wand. Remembering the instructions, it said to think of a happy memory to ward off Dementors. Not that he would need it. Dementors were loyal to Tom and never affected either of them. But if it would lead to Animagus forms...
"Expecto patronum!" shouted Draco, and a small wisp of silver vapor sat hovering in front of his wand a moment later before fading.
"Well, it's a start," the blonde boy shrugged after looking at Harry, and began again.
Meanwhile, the Dark Heir thought, 'What's my happiest memory?'
--------------------------------------------------------------
"Welcome to the first quidditch game of the year, taking place on All Hallow's Eve! Slytherin versus Gryffindor!" yelled Lee Jordan from the stands to the din of cheers. "Now, if we can have our teams, please?"
Draco and Harry shared one quick look of good luck, mounted their Nimbus Two Thousand Ones along with the rest of the team, and flew out to meet the Gryffindors. Looking up in the stands, Harry could just make out Hermione and Ginny sitting together with Blaise no where in sight. Mithra had once again sat on Ginny's head, and kept letting out large fireballs into the air. Meanwhile, Amelia had wrapped herself around Hermione and was watching quite intently.
"Players, ready!" called the referee Madam Hooch, and the tension in the air doubled as each player gripped their broom more firmly. And in a sudden motion, she released all the balls and tossed up the Quaffle. The game had begun.
"And they're off!" called Jordan. "It's Bell to Johnson, Johnson to Bell, and - ooh- that was a Bludger from Draco Malfoy, the newly acquired Beater on the Slytherin team, the dirty, cheatin'-"
"Jordan!" threatened McGonagall, strumming her fingers on her crossed arms.
"Anyway- Slytherin in possession-- Slytherin's headed for goal- block that Wood!-- Damn! Slytherin scores, 10 to nothing!"
Harry heard the booing and cheers from his position slightly above everyone else.
'Where are you, little snitch?' He pulled his broom around just in time to see a small fluttering wing just below, and he went into a spectacular dive which drew screams and awed gasps from everyone. It was more like the boy was falling to the ground than anything. Then about seventy feet into the dive and approximately two feet from the ground, he pulled up drastically, holding one hand up in triumph.
"I got it!" Harry yelled, and the Slytherin team all sank down to him, shouting congrats and approval as more students flooded onto the field as Lee Jordan shouted, "This is unbelievable! Rookie Harry Potter has just caught the snitch. This has to be a new Hogwarts record!" Indeed, pretty soon, he was face to face with Hermione and Ginny. Laughing, Harry sat Mithra on Draco's head ("A dragon for the dragon!") and Amelia slipped down his sleeve as the large group walked back up to the castle to have a short celebration party before the feast that would take place that night. The only Slytherins that didn't look happy at the victory were Harling and his gang, but at this moment, Harry couldn't care. He certainly thought this would qualify as a happy memory.
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Harry and Draco walked into the feast a half hour early, thoroughly exhausted from the game and the party, but perfectly content. They flumped onto the bench seats and grinned at the other idiotically.
"Good game, huh?" mused Draco. Harry stretched and yawned, closing his eyes and resting them for a few minutes, dimly aware of the few teachers now congregating around the area.
"Exhilirating," said Harry, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Draco wasn't there.
He looked around the hall, but didn't see anything. He frowned, causing a little crease between his eyebrows. He concentrated, and he became slowly able to see into the second plane and the forms currently beating the crap out of a smaller one. Draco.
"Rather cowardly, don't you think, Harling?" shouted Harry, getting up and pulling out his wand. But he didn't get to fire off any shots as he suddenly was pinned from behind, held by invisible arms. Teachers were rushing to and fro, shutting the doors to the hall as best they could, but students were flooding in, wanting to see the fight, even though no one could see anything. Harry's arm was being slowly jammed into the table, and he looked up to see the boys now trying to catch Mithra who was trying to light their robes and heads on fire. A hot breath came near Harry's ear, which said in an amused tone, "So the mighty Harry Potter is nothing without big, bad, You-Know-Who to protect him, now is he?"
Then Harry did something he had never done in front of the major student body, not even in front of most of the Slytherins. He began hissing and spitting without breath, speaking quickly to Amelia.
"~Amelia, get out of here now! Take Mithra with you!~"
"~I shall do no such thing, Harry. This man has attacked my master far too many times, and now he goes after Mithra! Miserable cowards!~" she violently hissed.
Harry just saw her slip out of his robes and curl up on the table in front of him in an offensive position, and the invisible boy along with the others took down their invisible guards and laughed at the little snake. But then, that was before she began to grow...
"It's my turn to laugh now, Harling," grimaced Harry as his familiars grew now unhibited, Mithra reaching his full height of seven feet rather quickly, and Amelia growing even larger than he had ever seen her. The only thing he could associate it with was a basilisk. The grip around him released, and he fell onto the table before collecting himself and looking around.
Mithra had gathered the other frightened boys into the neverending coils of the large snake with multiple streams of fire, and she held them tightly, still advancing on Harling, fangs bared, silver eyes wide and dangerous, hissing.
"~You never should attempt to seperate a snake from their master, child. We can get quite overprotective of them.~"
Harling meanwhile, had started getting teary-eyed as his retreat was stopped by the wall.
"Please, don't kill me..."
Harry stepped forward and spoke loudly in Parseltongue, shocking everyone within hearing range, including those who had just showed up like Hermione, Ginny, and Blaise.
"~Tom is not dead, nor will he ever truly fall. You are lucky we are at school and I could not kill you now. I could do with some fresh blood on the walls. However, you are so weak I wouldn't bother Amelia with having to kill you, and I wouldn't want my Mithra to get indigestion from eating you, so consider this my last warning.~"
And with that, he patted Amelia once on her side, and she pulled back, albeit reluctantly, and began to shrink back to her "normal" size, as did the Hungarian Horntail. Once small again, they took up either shoulder of Harry's, who turned fierce eyes on all of the boys now gathered in the center of the room.
"Like I said, this is my last warning."
And he walked out of the room, people slowly pulling back to allow him a wide berth before entering the hall, and he headed outside to the chill air completely unseen. Mithra latched onto Amelia and flew them both off somewhere, perhaps to give him some time to reflect.
Never had he once felt isolated like this, and he felt as if the day he had been having up until sitting in that hall was a million years ago. He was thoroughly startled when he heard slight hissing words in his ear, telling him it would be alright. He turned his head towards the speaker, and his eyes widened in wonder.
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A.N: Oooh, who is it that came ot console Harry, and why is he so surprised? What will be the consequences for Harry's actions in that little scene beforehand? Will they tell him to get rid of his familiars?! I don't know! I write by the seat of my pants, which is why it's always so important to get feedback!
ATTENTION!!!!!! I've been getting a lot of IM's lately. Are they you people? If so, please leave me your IM name in your review, because I do not respond to people I do not know. Thank you!
Review responses:
jbfritz- Thank you for always reviewing.
ER- Hehe, you thought from my sickly hallucinations that I am English? Nah, I'm American, but I am a fiend for tea.
SilverKnight7- I would definitely be in Slytherin if I was to be sorted, and it's not just my love for the house, either.
girlknight- It is rather funny how people in the middle of a desert can get a cold or flu, but I blame it on the overcrowded schools. If one person comes to school sick, everyone else catches it.
Maxx77- I hope for your continued reviewing!
Rogue1615- I guess human servants for Harry would be considered Deatheaters, because most of his other suppoters aren't really human.
Shorty- When I wrote down responses to reviews, I got distracted on yours, apparently. Give me more ideas!
Nicoletta- Diary Tom will be a surprise for Harry, now won't he? We'll find out about his tenth birthday in no time.
Falafal- Hehehe, I seem to be writing a lot of cliffies lately. Thanks for wishing me well. I will follow your rating advice, thank you.
insanechildfanfic- I'm happy you're "lovin this".
hermionegreen- At least one of them is a founder, but the other does not seem to be. Thanks for the good luck on the midterms and the well wishes!
tia- We'll find out next year!
Sea-Turtles- I don't have imaginary people, but I have voices in my head. Is there much of a difference?
GShans- Thanks for the Patroni advice and the well wishes!
LovesBitch2- I will be doing all seven years.
Bosson12787- I have updated, so be happy everyone! yeah!
Rise of Chaos- Thanks go out to everyone who put up with the shorter chapter because of me being sick.
lady leah- At least one is a founder! Salazar's getting whipped by his friend, isn't he?
Zhan Black- Have you found any more good Dark Harry stories?
HecateDeMort- Thank you.
Finite Amore- And a fellow Anne Rice fan comes out of the darkness! I love Armand, the litle Botticelli killer. I hated what they did to his character in the movie of the first book. Antonio Banderas as Armand?! Come on!
chozen1- We'll find out soon enough.
crazy and a bit drunk- Don't worry, I'll update quickly.
HAZZAGRIFF- I'm glad you really like!
saintz- No, Harry's not a hemophiliac; something else is occurring...
falling ice star- Why, thank you! Look above for blood question.
Iced flame- I'm glad you like Amelia!
RaistlinofMetallica- Glad to hear from you again! Thank you for the Ginny praise.
Julie Lanister- Thank you for the praise. Yes, it is People to People. Are you going to France, too? It'd be cool to meet up!
SugarWater- An _excellent_ story that you have asked for is "Blackened Sunrise" by author The Itch. It's scary how close she got Harry to my actual personality...
Garth Brooks- Hey, can you sing Two Pina Coladas for my friend?
(January 13, 2003)