Loss
By Hpfan
Chapter II- Murphy's Law-or irony at the very least-
This is the second installment of Loss. I would like to thank all of my reviewers. I love you all. I'm not sure how long this story will be and I'm hoping I will get it all out by the time the fifth book comes out, but well- I'm only on chapter six so far, and I don't know how that will be possible, but I'll try hard. I'm hoping to post at least once a week. See the end for replies to reviews.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that you might recognize in this story, nor do I own the cannon that this fanfiction is set upon. All I own is the plot, which really doesn't belong to me either, as this kind of story has been done too many times to call this original.
Harry looked up and down the empty street, wondering what was happening. In the back of his mind, he knew what was going to occur, but he gave himself the benefit of a doubt, or maybe he was in denial. He immediately recognized the familiar street that he had lived on for ten straight years and during the past three-and-a-half summers. He looked at the house that he had called a home, and felt his stomach drop down to his feet. There, infront of the door to number four Privet Drive was a shadow figure, holding a slender stick in his hand. The worst of it was the throbbing pain that shot through his scar.
He urged his feet to turn in the opposite direction before the force that always seemed to come over him, strained him toward the event that he would dread seeing. His legs wouldn't comply, and with a cry of despair, he was dragged toward the house. He marched in a robotic fashion to the oblivious family that clearly would meet their demise.
Harry walked thought the door, following the monster that would clearly wipe out the only remaining blood line he possessed. As they ascended up the steps, they came to a halt infront of the first door on the second floor. The room he had lived in before the incident that had arose that morning. A quick Alohomora, and the door swung forward to reveal an empty room. Voldemort rotated in the opposite direction, blood red eyes glowing with anger that could have petrified some of the strongest men. Harry briefly wondered if he had seen Harry, in his horror-struck stance, but his adversary simply walked through him, causing an alarmingly cold feeling to come over him.
Voldemort seemed to float toward the next door, because his robes touched the floor, and it was impossible to know if he had legs or not. He never touched the door. It appeared he knew it was locked, because a quick Deletrius spell disintegrated the door from its hinges. In the room was his cousin. All harsh feelings were forgotten between the two for a lengthy moment, as a surge of protectiveness flowed through Harry. This was no harmless prank. This was a life or death situation, but evidently, there wasn't any clear alternative to his cousin's end. Harry just prayed that his life would be cut short without any suffering.
A sudden 'Crucio' cut from Voldemort's mouth, and all resolve was broken. Harry's cry wasn't heard on Privet Drive that night, but a blood-curling scream was. The image flashed through Harry's mind, and he dared not close his eyes. His cousin withering in his bed, screaming until his breath caught in his throat, and he could scream no more. Pain that was equivalent ran through Harry, as he shrieked with him.
Words spilled from his lips; "No! Please, don't hurt him! Stop it! Please stop it!". Harry collapsed to the floor as tears streamed down his face as he screamed.
His aunt and Uncle tore from their room, as they heard their son screaming. His aunt ran toward Dudley, as his uncle screamed profanity at the torturer of his son. Aunt Petunia hugged the mass that was her son, as she attempted to stop his seizure. The sounds of more screams ran through his head quickly, as remembrance quickly came over him. The screams his mother played through him, as well as his aunt and uncle, who were put under the curse as well. The last thing Harry heard before exiting his dream was the words, "Avada Kedavra", three times, before the screaming ceased.
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Harry felt himself falling. Falling through a dimensionless void of space and time, before landing heavily on the wooden floor of the living room of Remus Residence. His back screamed and his body ached, but he remained there, with perspiration covered him, as well as tears. With a shuddering breath, he gathered his bearings, and pulled himself from the floor, to the couch and collapsed to the cushions, and pulled on his glasses. He heard heavy footsteps, but couldn't pull himself together, or stop the tears that fell. His godfather and ex professor made their way toward him, but all he managed to do was watch.
"What's going on? Why were you screaming?" his godfather asked in a concerned fatherly voice. Lupin just stood there, watching his movements. Harry took a few gulps of air, before looking at them. Sirius bore a blue bathrobe, while Remus had just pulled a wizard robe over his pajamas. Sirius must have seen the tears in his eyes, because he sat down on the couch next to him, and put a comforting arm around his shoulder, never losing his concerned manner.
"It's okay Harry, now what happened?" he asked once again.
"I d-d-dreamed, D-D-Dursleys and V-V-Voldemort..." He said, while trying to wipe his eyes. He pulled a pillow to his stomach; a gesture that he had learned in through years, while living in a cupboard. He pulled his legs toward him and buried his head in the pillow.
Not hours ago he had been laughing at his aunt and uncles expense, but now, they were dead! Gone! Just like his parents, and Cedric. He had no family. It was his entire fault! If Voldemort hadn't been so angry he hadn't been able to kill Harry, he probably wouldn't have killed the Dursleys. It was all his fault. But the truth was hidden behind his guilt. All the common sense in the world wouldn't point to any real explanation that put any blame on him. New tears replaced the old ones as he silently cryed.
Harry felt a hand rubbing his back, and heard Sirius's words attempting to soothe him. "It's alright, Harry, tell me what happened, it'll make you feel better." Harry wondered if he should. If not, they would surly read it in the next edition of the Daily Prophet.
Harry took a deep breath, putting his whole effort into holding back the tears. "I had a dream. I…I was on Privet Drive, and Voldemort, he was going into my-the Dursley's house. I-I couldn't help but follow him, and-and when we got upstairs, he-he went through the door to my old room, and when he saw I was gone, he got-he got really angry, and he went to Dudley's room, and disintegrated the door. Then he started torturing him with the cruciatus curse, and my aunt and uncle came, and he tortured them too. The-then Voldemort, he, he k-k-killed them.
Sirius looked exhausted by the time Harry finished. It was four in the morning. Harry put his hands over his head and hid face down in the pillow, rejecting the tears. He wasn't going to be a burden on Sirius and Lupin, especially since Lupin looked like he really needed sleep badly. Harry tried to compose himself, but ended up almost hyperventilating.
Harry felt someone rubbing his back, and looked into the calming eyes of his ex professor. The touch, though appreciated, brought a prickly feeling to his back, which made him quizzical. Sirius had left, and Harry felt almost abandoned. Maybe he was regretting the decision to take him in if he was going to be a nuisance like this. At these thoughts, Harry gave out a dry sob. He put his feet on the ground, and began to quiver.
Lupin gave his shoulder a squeeze, trying to reassure him, as he whispered words of comfort. Suddenly, Sirius returned from the kitchen with a cup of steaming liquid. He put it on the coffee table and sat down next to Harry. He put his arm around his shoulder after Lupin pulled away. His godfather picked up a blanket and tucked it under his arms, and handed him the liquid, which turned out to be tea with some kind of potion mixed into it. Harry expected in to make him drowsy, but all it did was calm his nerves.
With a croaky voice, he softly said, "Thanks Sirius." and sipped some more.
"No problem, Harry." Then he added in an after-thought after a few moments, "Think you're going to sleep tonight?" he asked with a voice that clearly told him he didn't expect him to. Harry just sheepishly shook his head. Sirius just nodded, and pulled Harry close to him. Harry was dazed, and a little uncomfortable from the unfamiliar embrace, but the feeling it gave him was warm, and loving, and it made him feel at ease, so he quickly relaxed, and just sat there thinking about what had happened.
Harry wasn't sure if he was as upset about the loss of his last remaining family, or if it was something more. It bothered him immensely that he couldn't find the source of his despair, but the annoyance led to feelings of more guilt, because he knew his depression should be aimed fully at the Dursley's, but the scars he felt went deeper then their death.
Maybe it was that he had never really appreciated, or shared any special bond with the people who he had called his family, and had always targeted his affection toward friends, and vise versa with the Dursley's. Or it could be his feelings of guilt that his association with Voldemort had had horrible repercussion on those he shared a blood bond with, and he knew that it could have been Ron or Hermione who suffered from it.
He couldn't put a finger on his misery, but he knew that the answer was in a region of his soul he didn't even know of. The real answer was that, as much as he tried to deny it, he did feel some kind of care toward the people who had taken him in. The Dursleys had been the only family he knew for 10 years. He knew that they would have felt some sorrow for him, if he had died at the end of last year, even if they didn't show it. He remembered one time when Dudley had been a small bit protective over him.
They, [He and Dudley] had gone to the park at the age of five, with Aunt Petunia. A child, smaller then Dudley, but much bigger then Harry, had pushed him into the sandbox for getting too close to his sand castle. Dudley pushed they boy into the sand castle, shouting "Don't you dare touch my punching bag!" before picking Harry up by the shirt and shoving him toward the other side of the playground.
Harry never forgot that, feeling as though he had a bigger protector, who, despite the constant bullying, felt as though Harry was his property. Dudley was always the one to hit Harry while the others just stood there laughing with sneering faces, or held him in place. Harry realized, though Dudley was the bully, technically, Harry was now the stronger force, and having to watch his cousin being tortured was a horrible experience. The looks of horror that were on his relatives faces stood vividly in his mind.
His uncle had thrown him out though. He couldn't really justify his uncle's behavior rationally. Uncle Vernon had known he would survive. He had friends that could pick him up, and Sirius could have helped him out. It had taken him until his 15th birthday to finally dispose of him, and had he really been that uncaring, his uncle would have done it years ago, when Harry had no place to go. He couldn't find it in his heart to blame the man, after he had died at his indirect hands.
Harry sighed, and shook the thoughts away. He neglected his tiredness, and tried focusing on other things, but in the silence, it seemed as though the only thing left was sleep. The quiet atmosphere made Harry feel any attempt at conversation would be breaking some sort of tranquility that had settled over the room, but it only brought a nagging anxiety to Harry's restless thoughts.
In contrast, Harry felt some liability to inform his elders that they needn't stay up all night with him just because of his insomnia. He looked from the worn stature of the werewolf to his left, to the tired, yet determined figure that was his godfather on his right. "You two can go to bed. I'm sure I'll be fine from here." He said, hoping his true feelings didn't feed into his voice.
Sirius looked at Harry, then Remus, then settled his gaze on Harry, before replying, "You go ahead and get some sleep, Remus, me and Harry will be fine down here for the night." Remus looked about ready to argue, but Sirius cut him off with a compassionate, yet firm, "Go Moony." And after looking at Sirius for a moment, he left for his bedroom.
"You don't have to stay, I'll be fine down here." He persuaded, in a voice that said he was just being considerate.
Sirius just looked at him, with eyes that seemed to look right into his soul, and he shared a look that said 'I know that's not what your really want though'. He tried to fake a defeated look, but Sirius just smiled at him. Harry moved over to the space where Lupin had been and laid his head down in a pillow. "It wasn't your fault Harry. Your relatives wouldn't have blamed you if they had known the truth. You couldn't have done anything." Sirius said. Now that Remus was gone, the thick tension in the air seemed to break like fog at midday.
Harry didn't know how to explain his feelings to Sirius. Guilt was just one of those things that didn't seem to mind logic, or the law of physics; at least the laws that still stood in the wizarding world. It was as if even though there was no way of saving them, he still felt remorse that he failed to find a way around logic. The irony was quick to dawn on him. Here he was, feeling so alone in his guilt trip, when the person who dealt with guilt for the better part of his life was sitting next to him. Harry just hoped that Sirius wasn't to lost in his own repentance that he couldn't help Harry deal with is own.
"I can't help feeling like even though I wasn't physically there, I'm a bad person because I couldn't stop it." He said miserably. "I know you understand as well as I do, that all the words of comfort in the world can't stop you from feeling guilty. People who have never had feelings of intense guilt don't understand how someone can feel that bad about something they couldn't prevent. It's just like C…" but he cut himself off realizing how open he was being with this man he hardly knew.
It was just so natural to talk to him. Sirius was like the adult figure that he never had to confide in, and now that he was there, Harry couldn't help but spill out his thoughts and feelings without any concern. It was just that Sirius seemed to be as eager to gain Harry's fondness as Harry did his. But Sirius didn't care about him being the boy-who-lived, as he did about him being his godson. And Sirius didn't have other kids to care about. He could afford to spend time dealing with Harry's problems, unlike the Weasley's, who he always felt to be a burden to. Though he did feel weird about keeping Sirius awake.
Sirius just gave him a reassuring, yet sad smile. "It's the curse of being human, or at least a descent human, or possibly just one who takes too much onto their shoulders. It's not a trait that can be modified. You're just born like that. You naturally take the problems that the world faces everyday, and even when they can't be prevented; you feel the responsibility to grieve over the unavoidable."
"The trouble is, that even when you get to the route of the problem, you can't do anything about it. It's frustrating, in Azkaban, having to see the thing that troubles you the most over and over, never in more or less detail, but always the way it happened." A far away look entered his eyes as he spoke, almost hypnotically. "Even worse, knowing your innocent, but still plagued with the guilt that you couldn't have stopped it. I couldn't stop it. Neither could Remus, nor could James or Lily, but you realize that even if you could have prevented it, the choice would be selfish, and the whole thing turned out the way it did for a reason. Fate caused it to happen, and big or small, the action had an effect on the world as a whole."
Sirius's eyes seemed to storm with emotion that swam around his soul. Azkaban seemed to have destroyed any bodily way to discharge these feelings. Harry sat up on the couch, as if immobile in the seat. Millions of pins seemed to poke him from the inside all up and down the sides of his back as he just sat there staring at Sirius. Finally, Sirius silently came back to reality, and he stared at Harry blankly.
Harry, overcome by numbness hugged the man who had just shared very crucial thoughts and feelings with him. It took a moment, but Sirius hugged him back. Harry gave Sirius a squeeze, before letting go. A comfortable silence followed and Harry just leaned against his godfather, feeling unexplainable sensations. One thing he knew for certain was that he couldn't ask for any better mature older person to spend his remaining adolescence with. If some one had asked him when he was twelve who he would like to live with. He would have said his parents, but know that he had Sirius; he would probably say he was ideal where he was right now.
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The night was spent in silence for the better part of an hour, contemplating things that where personal to themselves. For Harry, he spent the time relating Sirius's words to his own situation. Regardless of the circumstances, he and Sirius where in the same boat: the S.S. Guilt. Despite the fact that he didn't go to Azkaban, he knew that knew that his soul would suffer from another dementor. Anytime they neared him, he would have new voices in his head; the screaming of his cousin; the profanity of his uncle; the crying of his aunt.
After an hour-and-a-half, Harry could bear to be alone with his thoughts no longer. Sirius bore the haunted look in his eyes, which told him that Sirius wasn't all there. Harry was beginning to hate that look. It was like a demon that had possessed his godfather, eating away at him, taking him into a parody of a land that was filled with guilt and sorrow. Harry didn't know how he knew that, but he was positive that it wasn't good for Sirius.
Harry reached over and put his arm around Sirius's shoulders. Sirius shook the inner demon off, and looked down to see Harry, and he put his arm around Harry as well. "Are you okay Sirius? You look tired. Do want to head upstairs? I don't mind." He said, not so much in a way that was considerate, but more concerned then anything else.
Sirius just shook his head, "I'm fine. Are you tired? If you want to take a nap, go on ahead. I'll just wait until you fall asleep." Harry highly doubted that Sirius would fall asleep, more like fall into another trance state, and Harry hated the thought of that, but there wasn't really anything left to do. So he just shrugged his shoulders, and pulled the blanket up around him, pulling his legs to his chest in another trait learned as a child, because his cot in the cupboard became too small, and his legs hung off the side.
He made a conscious effort to keep his mind from wandering over to the horrible thoughts that he hoped would not plague his sleep. abruptly, he reached over and knocked on wood, before weariness overcame him, and he drifted into a restless slumber.
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When Harry awoke hours latter, it was to find his godfather lying on the cushion near his legs as a dog. Harry didn't know weather he was asleep, or just seeming to be asleep, but he decided not to disturb him, and just managed to notice the faint light shining through the window, before he laid back down and just stared blankly into space for a few minutes, before hearing a clang.
It wasn't loud, just enough to startle him out of his stupor. He sat up, and noticed Sirius's tail twitch. As silently as possible, he slowly, and stealthily, attempted to remove himself from the couch without transferring motion, so Sirius didn't wake up. All he managed to do was flop over the side of the couch, and hit his head on the floor. Careful to avoid the coffee table, he flipped over his head, and landed with a soft flop on the flooring. He whispered a curse at the pain it caused his back, but then he stood groggily, and made his way toward the source of the sound.
What he found woke him up violently. Remus lupin, his favorite ex Defense teacher was wearing an apron that said 'Kiss the Werewolf', while flipping pancakes. Harry was doubled over in silent laughter, cautious not to wake Sirius. Remus must of noticed him, because the next thing he knew, he got pelted with a sausage link. Harry looked up to Lupin's grouchy face, but Harry couldn't take it seriously because the smirk that appeared a moment later. He looked at the clock to see it was mid-morning.
"Need any help, Professor?" he asked quietly
"Please, call me Remus, but no thank you on the help, you can wake Sirius up though. It's quite simple really. Just take a piece of sausage or bacon and wave it under his nose." He said in a 'would be serious' voce.
Harry just raised his eyebrows, and silently compiled, taking a slice of steaming bacon into the living room, and waving it under the nose of the dog lying on the couch. First his nose twitched then, an eye perked open, then the other, with a sleep gaze in his eyes. Suddenly the dog jumped up, wide-eyed, and licked his lips. "Here doggy, fetch the bacon." He said in a choking voice. Then he threw the bacon in the kitchen. Padfoot seemed to be choosing between attempting to throttle the boy, or getting the bacon. Finally, with a glare at his godson, he hopped of the couch, and ran for the treat.
"Harry couldn't resist saying "Good boy. Now roll over." Sirius just gave him a death glare, before transforming. He wrapped his arms around Harry's neck in a fake chokehold.
Remus came over, put a hand on Sirius's shoulder and said, "Now Sirius, Harry just arrived, you don't want to go killing him off already. Remember the trauma that man had the last time you visited my house when I was entertaining guests?" Sirius seemed to go red, but from embarrassment or anger, Harry couldn't tell.
Sirius's voice seemed a little constricted when he responded, "That was fifteen years ago! Besides, what do you call me?"
"I refer to you as a long term boarder who never pays his rent." Remus said with a smug smile on his face. He served up the pancakes and sausage, and bacon, and eggs, and Sirius and Remus ate moderately, while Harry ate more then the norm, due to his lack of food intake over the summer.
Sirius kept shooting glances at him, probably noticing his eating habits, but he said nothing. Once again, the awkward silence seemed to settle once again over the kitchen, thick enough to cut it with a knife. They ate in silence, with only the clang of silverware being heard. Every time he looked up, Harry could see Remus and Sirius exchanging glances, talking in a code that Harry recognized as one similar to that of a secret language he, Ron and Hermione shared, but it was quite different from theirs, so Harry couldn't decipherer what they were saying.
Finally, the silence was quickly swept from the room, as the post owl suddenly came in with the paper. Remus promptly paid the owl rapidly after it landed near him, attempting to get it out of the kitchen quickly. A wave of horror seized Harry, as he realized what it would hold. He backed his chair up from the table, as if the paper was bomb, or a howler, and stood and walked away from the table.
Remus just set the paper aside, but Harry kept walking. "Uh, I'm going to go get changed, I'll see you two later." And that's what he did. He went upstairs to get changed, and take a shower. He came down fifteen minutes later, and came down the stairs, but muffled talking stopped him in his tracks. He didn't want to ease drop, but the house wasn't really that big. He knew that they where discussing something about him.
He inaudibly sneaked to the door, and cupped his ear against it. He could hear snippets of the conversation.
"Moony, he's going to find out sooner or later, and I don't feel good about keeping it from him."
"I know you don't, but after last night he needs time to recuperate from all that he's going through. If we lay this down on him he may have a nervous breakdown, or worse, he could…"
"Still, when he finds out he's going to be angry at us for not telling us."
"That's what teenagers do. They get upset with their -elders, because they disagree with our judgment, but when he finds out, he'll know deep down we did it for the best."
Harry's curiosity increased ten-fold, and he instantly wished he hadn't been listening. He crept back to the top of the stairs and lumbered down them perhaps heavier then would be wise because his footsteps weren't normally that loud.
He walked in the kitchen, trying act like he was just distracted to the fact that the friends were having a conversation, but not knowing how to fake an entry. Sirius and Remus suddenly improved their posture acting as though they hadn't been talking at all. After Harry finished his luke-warm coffee, (in order to keep himself awake), he tried to start casual conversation.
"How bad was it?" he asked, not even mentioning what 'it' was.
"Uh, it was… interesting." Remus said in an 'all to phony' voice. Harry merely raised his eyebrows. "They er- told the public that, er-, well see, they didn't phrase it the way that they should have-"
"What Moony is trying to say is that they used restless death eaters as a scapegoat for Voldemort's actions. Totally skimmed over the major details, and made it look like the ministry was doing a horrible job at governing the wizard world." Said Sirius in a silky voice. Harry couldn't help but wonder how he managed to lie so well. Harry knew that what ever it was that they were hiding was in the paper, from Remus's horrible attempt at fibbing.
Harry didn't press the subject. It was clear that the topic was moving when Sirius said, "So, lets get started. No time to waste. I'm sure Remus wants his house back Harry. We'll be taking Floo powder to the house. I haven't named it yet- I was waiting for you to help me-so it's really just a series of numbers. It's 5-4-3-6-4-6. It's just as the normal way, but don't say it as fast as you usually would. Take your time."
Harry couldn't but feel a bit rushed, and his back throbbed just thinking about more manual labor, but he wasn't going to complain. He just stood up, and walked to the fireplace. He took a pinch of floo powder before turning around. "5-4-3-6-4-6?" he asked Sirius, who nodded in reassurance. He stepped into the fire before throwing the floo powder down and repeating the numbers.
Millions of fireplaces zoomed past him at ungodly speeds. Finally, it stopped, and he fell face first out of the fire. There was a pop next to him, and he felt someone lifting him up. He groaned as his back cracked, and he dusted the soot that mixed in with the cobwebs on the floor. The house came into view, suddenly, and he wondered if he would get to sleep in it anytime this summer. Dust filled the place, and it smelled musty and occupied the air around him. Sirius opened a window slightly, and Harry could see the frustration in his eyes.
End Chapter II- Murphy's Law-or irony at the very least-Thank you all for reading, and thank you very much for reviewing.
Notes to the readers: I hope that that was okay. I wasn't sure whether that would float your boat. There will be a big combination of angst and fluff throughout this entire story. That can be assured. Throughout writing this, I've been really, er, edgy on the amount of fluff there is. I should have a new story coming out soon, but I'm not sure how long that will be. Definitely not as long as this one, because it was a spur of the moment kind of thing, and I did not bother to limit myself to the amount of fluff- and dare I say it- cheese. I have no clue what its name will be, but the plot will be centered around Harry and Sirius (As if I could write anything else).
Responses to reviews:
Leah- Thank you. I'm glad you like the way I'm writing Sirius. I really didn't think that I was writing him correctly. He seemed too… withdrawn. I was hoping that this chapter would be the one where we see a more complex side of him, but you're the reviewer, and you should be the one to tell me. Oh, and Sirius is definitely my favorite character as well, but only when Harry and him share the lead roles in fics.
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I'm so glad that you liked it. I wasn't sure whether I should post it until I had more done, but now that it's out, well, now I'll I do is point out mistakes that I didn't fix, you know. This fic's my baby, and I've been working on it for months now. You won't really see any forms of a plot for a few chapters, and I don't want to really give it away, but it's mostly about Harry and Sirius's relationship, how it's progressing, and how it's challenged by some events.
Do I seem totally sadistic for loving those abuse fics? Tough. Sadism is best when in fics, better writing about it then actually doing it. I'm not really going to go into detail about the trial, because I'm prolonging this thing to death, and it wasn't very eventful. It was a very watered down version of Law and Order. Well, was this chapter enough sweet stuff for ya? I really kind of did that purpose, pulling out the sweet stuff in the first chapter. I really don't expect Harry would jump into Sirius's arms in canon, but the point of the story is how close they become from dealing with hardships.
It's funny, I wrote that part in the first chapter thinking, "oh this is going to be fluffy as hell!" but scarily enough, I wrote the chapter, and something happened: it wrote itself. I don't even remember writing it. I don't think that I was channeling anyone as this is fanfiction, but, well, it just happened. It was like, I brewed up the story in a caldron, and poured it into my fingertips and they did all the work.
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I hope you liked this chapter, and I hope you want more, because it's coming. Oh, it's coming. *Gives scared readers evil smile*
Next Chapter- Mess freaks and Pillow Wars. I think that this chapter will sort out who's going to read this fic, and who's going to raise their eyebrows and click the little X button on the top of the page. Lots of angst. Don't be fooled by the title. Uh, this will probably be my most controversial chapter yet, you'll see why at the end.