In The Maze of Mirrors
By: Jenni M.
Disclaimer: Okay I own nothing; I am a 15 year old. I am a minor; there is no plagiarism here at all. I am using your characters, which you cannot copy right by the way; you can only copyright your writings not the characters in them, so therefore I am completely within the law. In addition, I am making no money off this, I am doing this purely because I was bored and now people like what I write.
To people that like what I write I thank you and my shout outs are at the end of this chapter, which has taken me a couple of days to type because I have school work to do.
Warnings follow as thus: child abuse, rape, cutting, suicidal thoughts, this chapter is graphic.
For other warnings check the first 5 entries as I am too lazy to retype them for daft people every time I write a new chapter, and why should I put warnings in every chapter seeing as you already read them in the first 4 chapters and the prologue, so flame me at will I don't care anymore.
Chapter 9: Little Hypocrites.
'Please be okay, Harry, don't leave me--I can't live without you...' Draco thought desperately as he charged forward though the blinding light. He covered his eyes as he did so, and as soon as the light reseeded from his vision, he opened them.
The sight and stench from this small room was unbearable: the tinge of metal, the smell of blood, sweat and the all-too-familiar scent of rape filled Draco's nostrils as tears sprung to his eyes. Lying on a small cot- like bed was his Harry, pinned viciously between the mattress and Harry's cousin; his screams muffled by the offensive beast in his mouth.
Draco wanted to vomit, to cry, and to scream his lungs out; instead, he felt frozen, looking onward his beloved enemy was forced violently open at every angle, ripped apart--lacerations must have covered almost all of him. Harry's thin, mutilated form had given up the fight on his blood-soaked bed.
The young Malfoy was beyond grateful that he had his wand: it had an unplottable charm on it, so that no one would be the wiser if he murdered these filthy pigs.
"STUPIFY!" The offenders froze; without balance, Harry's uncle fell off his face and onto the floorboards. Harry whimpered as Dudley froze and tried to push the whale off him, his frail arms shaking from the effort.
"WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!" The blond yelled pulling Harry's cousin off and out of him. Draco disgusted by the blood-covered hard-on the whale had, had the urge to cut it off just so Harry would not have to hurt again.
Draco stepped forward towards Harry, wanting to hug him and make it better. his foot caught on an odd little orange bottle--he pocketed it quickly and then made his way to him as Harry finally passed out, whether it be from pain, fear, or exhaustion, Draco wasn't sure; perhaps all three. No matter, this made things easier.
Pulling off his heavy cloak, Draco covered the tortured boy before him, picking him up gently under the crook of his knees and neck. The body in his arms weighed nothing, scarred beyond words--the blonde-haired person carried the emaciated form out of the room and down the stairs casting a locking charm on the door to keep the vile creatures from escaping justice.
At the bottom of the stairs, he met the form of a thin woman, sitting on the last step weeping. When she looked up her face became visible, the undersides of her eyes black and her lip swollen. Upon seeing Harry, she stood quickly, silent tears running down her bony face as she ran from the room and screamed at Draco to lay him on the sofa.
Petunia came back with a small box with a large red cross on the lid. Upon opening the inside was much larger than it appeared, it was filled to the brim with potions and salves all labeled in a tidy script. Draco looked at the muggle carefully and searchingly as he grabbed as many of the vials as he could.
"Squib," explained the woman quietly. Draco continued reading the labels; finally, he chose the ones that would work best together and tilted Harry's head back and off the sofa. One by one, he fed Harry the potions, rubbing his throat in attempt to get the wraith to swallow.
Harry's aunt watched in awe as he worked with tender care. After a while, she also grabbed a small pouch out of the bottom of the box, throwing a handful of the sandy substance into the fireplace. She grabbed her purse and a change of clothes as Draco tried in vain to wake Harry up. Even enervate was not working.
Draco pulled Harry into his embrace and up from the couch; carried across the room, where he and his saviors exited the tidy house--with the neat garden and perfect family--through the floo network.
"HOGWARTS INFIRMARY!" they yelled out as they stepped into the jade flames.
Fin J/k I am just changing scenes not ending the story.
Draco tried to stay calm. After handing the empty bottle to Madame Pomfrey, Draco had left the infirmary no longer able to look on as they put his angel on a respirator and placed in a coma. The nurse from St. Mungo's said it was the only option left: Harry was not healing, and all spells cast on him failed.
Many thanked Draco and petunia repeatedly. Snape said if Draco had not administered those potions when he had... well, Draco would not think about that. He was at a loss and had stopped eating and sleeping: spending all of his time worrying and remembering.
Draco could no longer pretend his problems did not exist; he could not bury memories anymore. It had been so long since he had let himself feel, and everything was building up. Seeing Harry like this only made the memories push harder into his conscious mind, Draco did not want to remember his past, or his father. Could he even think of Lucius as his father after the things he had done?
Draco had not cut himself in a long time, he focused more on Harry's problems but the stress was becoming too much and the penknife in his pocket was tempting him.
'No one would know right, just a few little cuts and no one would be the wiser?' Draco thought anxiously as he looked down at the shining blade it winked at him as it caught the light. Draco pulled up the sleeve of his robe and brought the edge down to the inside of his arm-slicing horizontal across his forearm. He gasped at the sensation relishing in the forgotten form of release remembering how good it could feel to be distracted.
"Mr. Malfoy you should..." Snape said as he rounded the corner seeing the familiar blond hair, he stopped at the sight of blood dripping slowly and steadily down pale arms. Malfoy froze and looked up tears shining unshed in his eyes as he struggled to pull his mask back up.
"Now Severus it's not what it looks like, it just slipped." Snape chuckled at the excuse. "Don't tell anyone please!"
"Draco, I won't tell anyone. Why didn't you come to me first, why did you let it get so bad?" Draco's mentor wrapped his arms loosely around his shaking shoulders, all the while saying he was sorry for leaving Draco with that monster. Draco remained tense for a long time he was not used to such care he had expected mocking, and threats of going to Lucius. Draco broke down and cried for a long time clinging to the man he though of as a second father.
After a while Draco calmed and looked ashamedly at his arm and the scars which lined it. He looked angrily at the ones on his wrists; he remembered all too clearly, why they lined the cuffs of his robes.
It had been the third week of summer before his father had come home from his 'business' trip. He remembered being in his room doing his transfiguration homework when his father had thrown open the door to his room, his face set in a menacing glare. Draco had been lying on his bed as it was almost midnight.
His father had somehow found out he was gay, probably from that Parkinson bitch, Draco himself hadn't even known he was gay at that point the whore had probably made it up vindictively after he had turned her down the previous month.
That was the first night his father had done anymore than beat him, Draco had woken the next morning sore and bleeding his bones protested as he moved, ribs mostly bruised a few snapped like twigs. That night he had had all innocence and hope taken from him, he had decided that he would rather die than have that happen to him again, how in the hell could he have just sat there and taken it, he had been such a useless weakling letting his father take him.
That was the night he took this same penknife to his wrists, his mother had healed him with an air of sadness, she knew too well how Lucius was and if it weren't for arranged marriage she would have lived much happier, but she would marry him again if only so she could have Draco.
The younger Malfoy snapped out of his reverie when a cool sensation washed over his arm, he looked down to see them sealed shut leaving only pink scars.
"You are lucky this wasn't too deep." Draco nodded ashamed at his weakness; he was drowning in memories when yelling echoed through the halls jolting him and the potions master upright and in a sprint towards the sound, the infirmary.
When they reached the heavy doors Draco threw them open, he ran forward towards Harry's bed while Snape ran towards the nurse. She was obviously the source of the shrieking. What surprised them most was the site of whom the yelling was directed towards.
"GET OUT ALBUS BEFORE I CURSE YOU MYSELF!" Severus screamed as he saw what Albus had done, he was trying to get Harry out of his coma, and he was beginning to succeed.
"But I need him awake to set up the trials and we need his testimony of what happened today" the old man whined at Snape, who was close to cast several unforgivables at the moment.
"What gives you the fucking right to wake him up, he needs to heal!" Draco said behind the three. As he said this, the headmaster turned his eyes angrily on the younger Slytherin.
"What would you know Malfoy; you think you know everything just like your father." Dumbledore said angrily, knowing what exactly Draco's father really was; it was the last straw.
Almost as soon as the words left his mouth Albus realized his mistake, the candles suddenly flickered violently, the doors and windows shaking with force enough to rip a few off of their hinges, Severus watched on in amusement as the headmasters wet himself.
"You do not have the right, old man, to say anything about my father, I suggest you leave now."
'Silly incontinent old fool!' Snape thought with amusement as the headmaster fled the room
Soon after the doors and windows quickly fixed as Draco apologized for his outbursts. Everyone had a good laugh at the headmaster's expense. Everyone soon settled into chairs around Harry's bed, not more than an hour later those who had bore witness to the events in the common room joined them, as well as the twins who brought a bag full of goodies and tricks and placed them next to Harry's bed both looking sullen.
They were all quickly informed of what happened to Harry and what had happened afterwards when the headmaster had arrived, the twins laughed briefly at the thought of such a great man wetting himself over a sixth year student.
They all sat around Harry only Draco had the nerve to sit on the bed with the traumatized boy, he held his hand for a long while even after everyone else left, even after arguing with Pomfrey about staying all night. She seemed to understand though her argument was short lived, she told the blond boy to inform her of any change.
Long hours passed as Draco lay on the bed he had pulled next to Harry's, the hospital room was silent, only the sounds of the occasional owl reached his ears, moon beams lay across Harry, whose hair was gleaming as it cascaded over his pillow. Draco felt the urge to touch it, it had grown long over the summer and the past few months, he hadn't really noticed the now shoulder length hair until now; the pureblood ran his pale fingers through the black silk-like threads, his hand running through it like water.
As his fingers brushed Harry's forehead there was an electric shock, sparks of gold and green surrounded Harry as his pale body rose from the bed.
Harry could not decide where he was, or how long he had been there. He was warm and he felt rested but somewhere in the infinite dark was something menacing, something that lurked at the edge of his vision but stayed away from the light surrounding him, the soft gold and green sparks that moved in the air like fireflies around him.
Harry looked down at his hands and body, so many scars. Every inch on his forearms were an angry red, his legs and stomach much the same, a few of the yellow bruises remain from his last visit to the hospital wing. Harry felt dirty, these scars, mostly made by his uncle, made him this way; he wanted them gone.
Harry did not have his wand with him, maybe he should have been upset by that, he could not be upset when he still had wandless magic. Harry concentrated on the marred skin on his arms and thought of the sparks collecting and melding with his skin, smoothing it out, he focused on the rest of his scars and thought of the same thing. When Harry thought of how dirty his uncle and cousin had made him the sparks multiplied a hundred fold and covered his entire body. His skin burned for a second then felt like ice, electric shock running through his extremities as he healed. When it stopped, Harry felt odd, he still felt dirty, but it no longer hurt to exist.
Draco watched in awe as Harry healed, his scars and lacerations melting away before his eyes, he called to the matron in his loudest voice, seconds later heels could be heard clicking as Madam Pomfrey ran towards the hospital wing, she pushed the doors open and began walking towards Harry's bed, when she looked up she froze.
She stood there staring as the broken body mended, small tears of joy leaking from her eyes and a smile playing at her lips as she rushed over and hugged the young Malfoy thanking him for whatever he had done.
A/N: Okay I know everyone is sick on me making cliff hangers but I really cant help it, how else am I to get you all hooked? If any of you want to see my artwork you can go and more are located here I know this chapter was odd I do not like it much but I never like the stuff I do. I also realize it has been forever and a day since I updated, and I apologize but with end of year exams and all that craziness, I could not write any quicker.
Here are my Shout-outs if I only mention you name I am sorry, but I can't always think of a reply.
Blackcatgrl- Aw thanks Maggi, I do not know about being better than J.K but I will hopefully, one day, be able to publish my own works (that is if my brain cooperates)
Ash Knight- Glad I was able to make you fall in love with it twice that makes my day. I have not been able to read much but I will read and review your story as soon as I can.
?????? – I am glad you like it; I updated as soon as possible, happy?
Texasjeanette- I updated as soon as possible, these questions will eventually be answered, and though Harry may be physically healed he has a long way to go yet, herm and nev will be getting together, I don't normally like pairing up people like them but it worked they should keep each other balanced overly smart and overly clumsy.
Elerbereth- thanks yea I am sorry about that chap being short I could not think of any other way to end it, and I was afraid of being lynched if I did not update soon.
DreamingToThis- Glad you finally read it, and that I made you somewhat speechless, also thanks for the review and saying I was on your favorites, cliff hangers wont be that bad because since it is summer I should be able to update more often, operative word being should be.
ImortalLove9- Right- O!
Katy Kinneas- Glad you liked.
By: Jenni M.
Disclaimer: Okay I own nothing; I am a 15 year old. I am a minor; there is no plagiarism here at all. I am using your characters, which you cannot copy right by the way; you can only copyright your writings not the characters in them, so therefore I am completely within the law. In addition, I am making no money off this, I am doing this purely because I was bored and now people like what I write.
To people that like what I write I thank you and my shout outs are at the end of this chapter, which has taken me a couple of days to type because I have school work to do.
Warnings follow as thus: child abuse, rape, cutting, suicidal thoughts, this chapter is graphic.
For other warnings check the first 5 entries as I am too lazy to retype them for daft people every time I write a new chapter, and why should I put warnings in every chapter seeing as you already read them in the first 4 chapters and the prologue, so flame me at will I don't care anymore.
Chapter 9: Little Hypocrites.
'Please be okay, Harry, don't leave me--I can't live without you...' Draco thought desperately as he charged forward though the blinding light. He covered his eyes as he did so, and as soon as the light reseeded from his vision, he opened them.
The sight and stench from this small room was unbearable: the tinge of metal, the smell of blood, sweat and the all-too-familiar scent of rape filled Draco's nostrils as tears sprung to his eyes. Lying on a small cot- like bed was his Harry, pinned viciously between the mattress and Harry's cousin; his screams muffled by the offensive beast in his mouth.
Draco wanted to vomit, to cry, and to scream his lungs out; instead, he felt frozen, looking onward his beloved enemy was forced violently open at every angle, ripped apart--lacerations must have covered almost all of him. Harry's thin, mutilated form had given up the fight on his blood-soaked bed.
The young Malfoy was beyond grateful that he had his wand: it had an unplottable charm on it, so that no one would be the wiser if he murdered these filthy pigs.
"STUPIFY!" The offenders froze; without balance, Harry's uncle fell off his face and onto the floorboards. Harry whimpered as Dudley froze and tried to push the whale off him, his frail arms shaking from the effort.
"WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!" The blond yelled pulling Harry's cousin off and out of him. Draco disgusted by the blood-covered hard-on the whale had, had the urge to cut it off just so Harry would not have to hurt again.
Draco stepped forward towards Harry, wanting to hug him and make it better. his foot caught on an odd little orange bottle--he pocketed it quickly and then made his way to him as Harry finally passed out, whether it be from pain, fear, or exhaustion, Draco wasn't sure; perhaps all three. No matter, this made things easier.
Pulling off his heavy cloak, Draco covered the tortured boy before him, picking him up gently under the crook of his knees and neck. The body in his arms weighed nothing, scarred beyond words--the blonde-haired person carried the emaciated form out of the room and down the stairs casting a locking charm on the door to keep the vile creatures from escaping justice.
At the bottom of the stairs, he met the form of a thin woman, sitting on the last step weeping. When she looked up her face became visible, the undersides of her eyes black and her lip swollen. Upon seeing Harry, she stood quickly, silent tears running down her bony face as she ran from the room and screamed at Draco to lay him on the sofa.
Petunia came back with a small box with a large red cross on the lid. Upon opening the inside was much larger than it appeared, it was filled to the brim with potions and salves all labeled in a tidy script. Draco looked at the muggle carefully and searchingly as he grabbed as many of the vials as he could.
"Squib," explained the woman quietly. Draco continued reading the labels; finally, he chose the ones that would work best together and tilted Harry's head back and off the sofa. One by one, he fed Harry the potions, rubbing his throat in attempt to get the wraith to swallow.
Harry's aunt watched in awe as he worked with tender care. After a while, she also grabbed a small pouch out of the bottom of the box, throwing a handful of the sandy substance into the fireplace. She grabbed her purse and a change of clothes as Draco tried in vain to wake Harry up. Even enervate was not working.
Draco pulled Harry into his embrace and up from the couch; carried across the room, where he and his saviors exited the tidy house--with the neat garden and perfect family--through the floo network.
"HOGWARTS INFIRMARY!" they yelled out as they stepped into the jade flames.
Fin J/k I am just changing scenes not ending the story.
Draco tried to stay calm. After handing the empty bottle to Madame Pomfrey, Draco had left the infirmary no longer able to look on as they put his angel on a respirator and placed in a coma. The nurse from St. Mungo's said it was the only option left: Harry was not healing, and all spells cast on him failed.
Many thanked Draco and petunia repeatedly. Snape said if Draco had not administered those potions when he had... well, Draco would not think about that. He was at a loss and had stopped eating and sleeping: spending all of his time worrying and remembering.
Draco could no longer pretend his problems did not exist; he could not bury memories anymore. It had been so long since he had let himself feel, and everything was building up. Seeing Harry like this only made the memories push harder into his conscious mind, Draco did not want to remember his past, or his father. Could he even think of Lucius as his father after the things he had done?
Draco had not cut himself in a long time, he focused more on Harry's problems but the stress was becoming too much and the penknife in his pocket was tempting him.
'No one would know right, just a few little cuts and no one would be the wiser?' Draco thought anxiously as he looked down at the shining blade it winked at him as it caught the light. Draco pulled up the sleeve of his robe and brought the edge down to the inside of his arm-slicing horizontal across his forearm. He gasped at the sensation relishing in the forgotten form of release remembering how good it could feel to be distracted.
"Mr. Malfoy you should..." Snape said as he rounded the corner seeing the familiar blond hair, he stopped at the sight of blood dripping slowly and steadily down pale arms. Malfoy froze and looked up tears shining unshed in his eyes as he struggled to pull his mask back up.
"Now Severus it's not what it looks like, it just slipped." Snape chuckled at the excuse. "Don't tell anyone please!"
"Draco, I won't tell anyone. Why didn't you come to me first, why did you let it get so bad?" Draco's mentor wrapped his arms loosely around his shaking shoulders, all the while saying he was sorry for leaving Draco with that monster. Draco remained tense for a long time he was not used to such care he had expected mocking, and threats of going to Lucius. Draco broke down and cried for a long time clinging to the man he though of as a second father.
After a while Draco calmed and looked ashamedly at his arm and the scars which lined it. He looked angrily at the ones on his wrists; he remembered all too clearly, why they lined the cuffs of his robes.
It had been the third week of summer before his father had come home from his 'business' trip. He remembered being in his room doing his transfiguration homework when his father had thrown open the door to his room, his face set in a menacing glare. Draco had been lying on his bed as it was almost midnight.
His father had somehow found out he was gay, probably from that Parkinson bitch, Draco himself hadn't even known he was gay at that point the whore had probably made it up vindictively after he had turned her down the previous month.
That was the first night his father had done anymore than beat him, Draco had woken the next morning sore and bleeding his bones protested as he moved, ribs mostly bruised a few snapped like twigs. That night he had had all innocence and hope taken from him, he had decided that he would rather die than have that happen to him again, how in the hell could he have just sat there and taken it, he had been such a useless weakling letting his father take him.
That was the night he took this same penknife to his wrists, his mother had healed him with an air of sadness, she knew too well how Lucius was and if it weren't for arranged marriage she would have lived much happier, but she would marry him again if only so she could have Draco.
The younger Malfoy snapped out of his reverie when a cool sensation washed over his arm, he looked down to see them sealed shut leaving only pink scars.
"You are lucky this wasn't too deep." Draco nodded ashamed at his weakness; he was drowning in memories when yelling echoed through the halls jolting him and the potions master upright and in a sprint towards the sound, the infirmary.
When they reached the heavy doors Draco threw them open, he ran forward towards Harry's bed while Snape ran towards the nurse. She was obviously the source of the shrieking. What surprised them most was the site of whom the yelling was directed towards.
"GET OUT ALBUS BEFORE I CURSE YOU MYSELF!" Severus screamed as he saw what Albus had done, he was trying to get Harry out of his coma, and he was beginning to succeed.
"But I need him awake to set up the trials and we need his testimony of what happened today" the old man whined at Snape, who was close to cast several unforgivables at the moment.
"What gives you the fucking right to wake him up, he needs to heal!" Draco said behind the three. As he said this, the headmaster turned his eyes angrily on the younger Slytherin.
"What would you know Malfoy; you think you know everything just like your father." Dumbledore said angrily, knowing what exactly Draco's father really was; it was the last straw.
Almost as soon as the words left his mouth Albus realized his mistake, the candles suddenly flickered violently, the doors and windows shaking with force enough to rip a few off of their hinges, Severus watched on in amusement as the headmasters wet himself.
"You do not have the right, old man, to say anything about my father, I suggest you leave now."
'Silly incontinent old fool!' Snape thought with amusement as the headmaster fled the room
Soon after the doors and windows quickly fixed as Draco apologized for his outbursts. Everyone had a good laugh at the headmaster's expense. Everyone soon settled into chairs around Harry's bed, not more than an hour later those who had bore witness to the events in the common room joined them, as well as the twins who brought a bag full of goodies and tricks and placed them next to Harry's bed both looking sullen.
They were all quickly informed of what happened to Harry and what had happened afterwards when the headmaster had arrived, the twins laughed briefly at the thought of such a great man wetting himself over a sixth year student.
They all sat around Harry only Draco had the nerve to sit on the bed with the traumatized boy, he held his hand for a long while even after everyone else left, even after arguing with Pomfrey about staying all night. She seemed to understand though her argument was short lived, she told the blond boy to inform her of any change.
Long hours passed as Draco lay on the bed he had pulled next to Harry's, the hospital room was silent, only the sounds of the occasional owl reached his ears, moon beams lay across Harry, whose hair was gleaming as it cascaded over his pillow. Draco felt the urge to touch it, it had grown long over the summer and the past few months, he hadn't really noticed the now shoulder length hair until now; the pureblood ran his pale fingers through the black silk-like threads, his hand running through it like water.
As his fingers brushed Harry's forehead there was an electric shock, sparks of gold and green surrounded Harry as his pale body rose from the bed.
Harry could not decide where he was, or how long he had been there. He was warm and he felt rested but somewhere in the infinite dark was something menacing, something that lurked at the edge of his vision but stayed away from the light surrounding him, the soft gold and green sparks that moved in the air like fireflies around him.
Harry looked down at his hands and body, so many scars. Every inch on his forearms were an angry red, his legs and stomach much the same, a few of the yellow bruises remain from his last visit to the hospital wing. Harry felt dirty, these scars, mostly made by his uncle, made him this way; he wanted them gone.
Harry did not have his wand with him, maybe he should have been upset by that, he could not be upset when he still had wandless magic. Harry concentrated on the marred skin on his arms and thought of the sparks collecting and melding with his skin, smoothing it out, he focused on the rest of his scars and thought of the same thing. When Harry thought of how dirty his uncle and cousin had made him the sparks multiplied a hundred fold and covered his entire body. His skin burned for a second then felt like ice, electric shock running through his extremities as he healed. When it stopped, Harry felt odd, he still felt dirty, but it no longer hurt to exist.
Draco watched in awe as Harry healed, his scars and lacerations melting away before his eyes, he called to the matron in his loudest voice, seconds later heels could be heard clicking as Madam Pomfrey ran towards the hospital wing, she pushed the doors open and began walking towards Harry's bed, when she looked up she froze.
She stood there staring as the broken body mended, small tears of joy leaking from her eyes and a smile playing at her lips as she rushed over and hugged the young Malfoy thanking him for whatever he had done.
A/N: Okay I know everyone is sick on me making cliff hangers but I really cant help it, how else am I to get you all hooked? If any of you want to see my artwork you can go and more are located here I know this chapter was odd I do not like it much but I never like the stuff I do. I also realize it has been forever and a day since I updated, and I apologize but with end of year exams and all that craziness, I could not write any quicker.
Here are my Shout-outs if I only mention you name I am sorry, but I can't always think of a reply.
Blackcatgrl- Aw thanks Maggi, I do not know about being better than J.K but I will hopefully, one day, be able to publish my own works (that is if my brain cooperates)
Ash Knight- Glad I was able to make you fall in love with it twice that makes my day. I have not been able to read much but I will read and review your story as soon as I can.
?????? – I am glad you like it; I updated as soon as possible, happy?
Texasjeanette- I updated as soon as possible, these questions will eventually be answered, and though Harry may be physically healed he has a long way to go yet, herm and nev will be getting together, I don't normally like pairing up people like them but it worked they should keep each other balanced overly smart and overly clumsy.
Elerbereth- thanks yea I am sorry about that chap being short I could not think of any other way to end it, and I was afraid of being lynched if I did not update soon.
DreamingToThis- Glad you finally read it, and that I made you somewhat speechless, also thanks for the review and saying I was on your favorites, cliff hangers wont be that bad because since it is summer I should be able to update more often, operative word being should be.
ImortalLove9- Right- O!
Katy Kinneas- Glad you liked.