Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling. She lives in ENGLAND. My
name is Kirsten Bernard. I live in SOUTH AFRICA. Get it? I don't own it, I
just borrow it and torture the characters.
And I'm back with Chapter 4! I am so, so, so, SO sorry for taking so long with this! First I had exams...and then I had holidays, during which I was recovering from exams, and now I'm trying to get used to the new-found freedom of my gap year. I've been finding it very hard to focus on any of my writing (And since I'm supposed to be writing my own book this year it is NOT a good thing)
This chapter takes place quite a while after the last. Draco's pregnancy is NOT the main focus of the story, unlike Harry Potter and the Pregnancy Potion. I'll also get in a bit of what Lucius has been up to in the last few months.
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
~*~
Harry Potter and the Rise of Darkness. Chapter 4: The Day Draco Probably Gained a New Respect for Women
Draco had been on the verge of sleep when he felt two small bodies snuggle up on either side of him. He opened his eyes to look at his two children, curled up next to him. Sam put her hand on Draco's large stomach and was rewarded when the baby shifted slightly. She giggled, and Alex placed his hand next to her's to feel his brother's movements. Wow, he mouthed at Sam.
Draco smiled at their antics, and reached out to tousle their hair. They started at the touch.
"Sorry, Daddy. We though you were asleep." Sam said.
"It's all right. I wasn't really." Draco replied, putting his arm around her and kissing the top of her head. He did the same with Alex, who pulled away. "Daaaaaaaddy...."
"When's our brother coming out?" Sam asked, drawing imaginary circles on Draco's tummy. As if in response, the baby kicked strongly against her hand.
"Not for about a month." Draco said, smiling.
Both Alex and Sam pouted. "But why can't you make him come out now?" Alex demanded. "You're always telling us what to do. You can tell him to come out now." Sam nodded her agreement.
"But the baby needs all the time he can get to make sure he's strong and healthy. He'll come out when he's ready." Draco explained.
"But you said I was early, right? How come I got to come out early and he can't?" Sam asked, frowning.
"You were lucky. You got strong early, so when you had to be born, you were fine. Lots of babies get sick a lot, and even die if they're born premature."
"Ok." Alex said. He kissed his father's stomach. "Come out when you're ready then, little guy."
Draco grinned at him and pulled both his children to him, kissing them both atop their heads before falling asleep.
*
It was not the most wonderful of things, Draco decided a few weeks later, to have one's husband working almost twenty-four hours a day in a job that was so dangerous one was never sure one would see him again. Especially when one was trying to reach something on the top shelf of the kitchen cupboard and one's oversized pregnant belly kept getting in the way.
"I just want some mustard in my porridge, is that too much to ask?" Draco thought desperately as he stood precariously on a kitchen stool, trying to reach the yellow squeeze bottle.
A sudden pain shot across his abdomen and he doubled over, instinctively wrapping his arms protectively across his middle as he fell from the stool and landed with a loud thud on the cold hard tiles.
'Harry...Harry where are you...?' Draco thought desperately, unable to even cry out. 'Harry, I'm scared...'
"Daddy? Are you okay? I heard a crash." Draco heard his daughter's voice and her soft footfalls enter the kitchen. "Daddy...DADDY!" She cried when she saw him lying prone on the floor. "Daddy are you okay? What's wrong."
"S...Sam...go to the fire place and use the Floo Powder to call the Department of Aurors. Call Dad, okay?" Draco said to her, pushing himself up to lean against the cupboard. He kept his hands wrapped securely around his middle.
Sam nodded and scrambled out of the kitchen, calling for her brother as she went.
~*~
Sam was scared, but she knew what to do. Her fathers had taught her and Alex exactly what to do in an emergency like this.
First, she called her brother in from the garden. Under normal circumstances, he would have ignored her, but the tone in her voice could not be ignored by anyone. He came.
"What is it?"
"Daddy fell and I think he's hurt. He said I should call Dad at work. You go sit with him in case he needs anything." Sam said, slipping automatically into her Big Sister order-giving role.
Face pale, Alex nodded and ran through to the kitchen while Sam went over to the fireplace, took a small handful of Floo Powder and chucked it into the flames. Immediately the orange-red light turned green and she apprehensively stuck her head into the fire. "Auror Headquarters!" She called clearly and was rewarded with the alarming sensation that her head had been pulled from her shoulders and was being sucked around in a tornado.
Suddenly she stopped moving and looked out of a strange grate, She could see lots of desks stacked high with papers and there were dozens of wizards bustling about. She had never seen her Dad's office before and was momentarily distracted from her Daddy's plight by the newness of it all.
Suddenly, a grown wizard knelt in front of the grate. "Hello there," he said gently. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm looking for my Dad..." Sam began, but the man cut her off.
"Then you want to go to the Lost And Found department. We don't find missing people, kid." Sam was taken aback by his impatience.
"No, you don't understand..." She began, tears of frustration building in her eyes.
"Hey, Jim!" Called another man, and he bustled into view wearing robes that were a ghastly shade of canary yellow. "Jim! That's Harry Potter's little girl! I've seen her and her brother on the photos on his desk. Hey, there." The last was directed at Sam herself and she sighed with relief. At least someone here knew what she was talking about.
"Hi," She replied, feeling slightly shy now at talking to strangers. "I really need to speak to my Dad. It's important."
The strange wizard nodded. "I'll go call him. Jim? You stay here with her."
Sam eyed Jim nervously. She didn't like him much after the way he had refused to listen to her. Jim noticed her stare and looked back at her. This went on for several minutes before Sam heard familiar running footsteps approaching the grate. She grinned in relief to see her Dad suddenly kneel down in front of the grate.
"Sammy? What is it honey?" Harry asked concernedly his green eyes mirroring her own.
"Dad, Daddy fell, I think he's hurt!" Sam cried.
Harry's face blanched and he quickly turned and said something quickly to the other men, Jim and the Canary-Yellow wizard. Then he looked back at Sam. "I'll Apparate over there in a second. I need you to make another Floo call to Dr Kingsby. Do you remember Dr Kingsby? You met her a Daddy's last check-up."
Sam nodded. "Good. Call her and tell her what you told me, okay?" Harry asked.
The little redhead nodded again and pulled her head out of the fire, grimacing as she felt as though she was spinning round and round again. She coughed slightly at the coal dust, then grabbed another handful of Floo Powder. She sighed and threw it into the flames. This routine again. "Dr Kingsby's office!"
~*~
Ten minutes later, almost simultaneously, both Harry and Dr Kingsby materialised in the Potter living room. Sam ran to her Dad and grabbed him by the hand, dragging him over to the kitchen.
"Alex is staying with Daddy, but you HAVE to come! He's in PAIN!" She gave the words some extra emphasis. When you were under four feet tall, you learned how to make people listen to you.
Harry didn't need telling twice. Clutching his daughter's hand he moved as fast as he could to the kitchen, paling when he saw his husband sitting on the floor by a stool, a faintly red watery liquid pooling under him.
Upon seeing his other father, Alex jumped up and hugged him. "Daddy just started bleeding!" He cried, burying his face in Harry's robes.
Dr Kingsby had bustled past and was checking the blonde's vital signs. "He's alright, if a bit bruised. But his water's broken...we have to get him to St Mungo's as soon as possible."
The charm Draco had used to fall pregnant this time was different to the pregnancy potion of his seventh year in many respects. The first was that it allowed the child to be conceived more or less naturally and would have been rendered obsolete if no sexual intercourse took place within three days. A second was that instead of having a caesarean, the charm would transfigure a male's private parts into a female's for the duration of the birth, then switch them back to normal. It had been Hermione who suggested it, saying that Harry and Draco could never fully appreciate fatherhood unless they had gone through exactly the same things a woman went through.
She had said so with a slightly maniacal grin on her face.
Draco would be giving birth naturally. And he was already regretting it.
"Harry...it hurts..." he whispered as his husband sat down next to him and drew him into his arms, tenderly picking him up.
"I know. We'll be in the hospital soon, and then we'll be holding our little boy in our arms." Harry whispered to him. "It'll all be okay."
Dr Kingsby had retrieved what looked like a giant lollypop from her bag. Harry and Draco just stared at her now that the contraction had passed. "Erm...what is that?" Harry asked.
"Emergency Portkey for times like this." The doctor replied. She shrugged. "I thought it was cute."
~*~
As hospitals went, St Mungo's maternity wing was not bad. Everything was done in light pastel shades of blue, pink and yellow and some of the walls were decorated with moving murals of puppies, kittens, ducklings and butterflies.
All in all, Draco found it vaguely nauseating.
The nurse looked up from between his legs and he blushed profusely as he had done every time she had spoken to him from that position. And it did not help that his husband who was supposed to be coaching him through this difficult time kept laughing harder the redder he got.
"Well Mr Potter, you're about five centimeters dilated (" she was cut off by Draco taking in a sudden gasp of air as another contraction ripped through him.
"Ow. Ow. Ow. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
"( but you've still got a way to go so ("
"Ow. Ow. Ow. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
"... Mr Potter are you listening to me?"
"No. No. No. Ow. Ow. Ow. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
The nurse sighed in exasperation and waited for the contraction to stop. Harry was wincing every so often as Draco gripped his hand even harder.
"As I was saying, Mr Potter," the nurse said when Draco relaxed, his head flopping back onto the pillow, "You're about five centimeters dilated, but you still have quite a way to go. Since the contractions are still quite far apart, I suggest sit up and also walk around the room a bit. That will help things move along more quickly. Come on now, up you get. Other Mr Potter, think you could give me a hand?"
Draco glared mutinously at the nurse and his husband as they forced him to stand up. He wobbled and sat down again. "Go away. I'm not fucking well walking around when I'm fucking well in pain and about to fucking well give birth."
Harry stared at the blonde. Draco, despite appearances, was not one to use such language. Harry informed the nurse that perhaps it would be wise to leave Draco where he was, especially since his wand was within easy reach.
~*~
"Okay, Mr Potter," said the by now rather harassed nurse (Who, they had discovered, was named Eleanor Grittle, had diabetes and was a lesbian), "When the next contraction comes I want you to push as hard as you can. Ready Mr Potter? Okay, PUSH!"
Draco pushed.
"AAAAAARGH GOD DAMMIT! I swear if this kid doesn't come out soon he's grounded for eternity Harry damn you you did this to me you bastard and I swear if you ever come near me again I will CUT IT OFF!"
The tirade stopped as the contraction eased off and Draco flopped back on the pillows, drenched with sweat and exhausted.
"That was well done, Mr Potter," said Nurse Grittle. "I think a couple more pushes like that ought to do it, and you'll be holding your baby son in your arms."
"You mean he's not out yet?" Draco looked at her crestfallen, then he scowled and looked up at his husband. "Within the next two years we are having another one and YOU are carrying it!" He said, before feeling another cramp rising in his abdomen.
"Here we go, Mr Potter, you need to push good and hard now." Nurse Grittle said.
Draco did so, muttering obscenities and curses at everyone and everything, up to and including Sam's teddy bear that was missing one eye.
"Keep pushing Mr Potter, he's almost out, I can see the head!" The nurse said, and Draco thought he was about to push out all his insides.
Suddenly he felt a rush and a sudden emptiness, Nurse Grittle cried "He's out!" and hell back against Harry, panting heavily. Then he noticed something was off.
"What's wrong? Why isn't he crying?" Draco demanded, not caring about the panicked tone in his voice. "What's wrong with my baby?!"
~*~
MWAHAHAHAHA! I'm evil! I just HAD to leave you hanging there!
I was planning on having Lucius appear, but I feel that since I've finally gotten to a point where I can end the chapter, I felt I'd better do so (I feel so bad that I haven't posted in so long!)
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL REVIEWS YOU GUYS! *Sends out boxes of Cadbury's Milk Tray to all the reviewers*.
And now if you'll excuse me, several of my muses are drunk and singing songs by Tom Lehrer so I think I need to go to bed.
Joshua: About a maid I'll sing a song... Nathan: Sing Rickety-tickety-tin... Joshua: About a maid I'll sing a song... Brenden: Who didn't have her family long... Gabriel: Not only did she do them wrong... J, N, B & G: She did every one of them in, them in, she did everyone of them in! Kitai: Can't you guys sing something else? Joshua: *looks at the other four* Pollution, pollution wear a gas mask and a veil... N, B & G: Then you can breathe as long as you don't inhale! Kitai: *Looks at Colin imploringly* Can't you do anything? They're your band! Colin *Shrugs* Nah, it's fun watching them. Kitai: I'm just glad Aislyn's in Suki's mind. Who knows what she could have gotten up to with those guys. Chiraki *Taps Kitai on the shoulder* I think we better go, we're confusing the readers. Joshua: ABOUT A MAID I'LL SING A SONG!
And I'm back with Chapter 4! I am so, so, so, SO sorry for taking so long with this! First I had exams...and then I had holidays, during which I was recovering from exams, and now I'm trying to get used to the new-found freedom of my gap year. I've been finding it very hard to focus on any of my writing (And since I'm supposed to be writing my own book this year it is NOT a good thing)
This chapter takes place quite a while after the last. Draco's pregnancy is NOT the main focus of the story, unlike Harry Potter and the Pregnancy Potion. I'll also get in a bit of what Lucius has been up to in the last few months.
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
~*~
Harry Potter and the Rise of Darkness. Chapter 4: The Day Draco Probably Gained a New Respect for Women
Draco had been on the verge of sleep when he felt two small bodies snuggle up on either side of him. He opened his eyes to look at his two children, curled up next to him. Sam put her hand on Draco's large stomach and was rewarded when the baby shifted slightly. She giggled, and Alex placed his hand next to her's to feel his brother's movements. Wow, he mouthed at Sam.
Draco smiled at their antics, and reached out to tousle their hair. They started at the touch.
"Sorry, Daddy. We though you were asleep." Sam said.
"It's all right. I wasn't really." Draco replied, putting his arm around her and kissing the top of her head. He did the same with Alex, who pulled away. "Daaaaaaaddy...."
"When's our brother coming out?" Sam asked, drawing imaginary circles on Draco's tummy. As if in response, the baby kicked strongly against her hand.
"Not for about a month." Draco said, smiling.
Both Alex and Sam pouted. "But why can't you make him come out now?" Alex demanded. "You're always telling us what to do. You can tell him to come out now." Sam nodded her agreement.
"But the baby needs all the time he can get to make sure he's strong and healthy. He'll come out when he's ready." Draco explained.
"But you said I was early, right? How come I got to come out early and he can't?" Sam asked, frowning.
"You were lucky. You got strong early, so when you had to be born, you were fine. Lots of babies get sick a lot, and even die if they're born premature."
"Ok." Alex said. He kissed his father's stomach. "Come out when you're ready then, little guy."
Draco grinned at him and pulled both his children to him, kissing them both atop their heads before falling asleep.
*
It was not the most wonderful of things, Draco decided a few weeks later, to have one's husband working almost twenty-four hours a day in a job that was so dangerous one was never sure one would see him again. Especially when one was trying to reach something on the top shelf of the kitchen cupboard and one's oversized pregnant belly kept getting in the way.
"I just want some mustard in my porridge, is that too much to ask?" Draco thought desperately as he stood precariously on a kitchen stool, trying to reach the yellow squeeze bottle.
A sudden pain shot across his abdomen and he doubled over, instinctively wrapping his arms protectively across his middle as he fell from the stool and landed with a loud thud on the cold hard tiles.
'Harry...Harry where are you...?' Draco thought desperately, unable to even cry out. 'Harry, I'm scared...'
"Daddy? Are you okay? I heard a crash." Draco heard his daughter's voice and her soft footfalls enter the kitchen. "Daddy...DADDY!" She cried when she saw him lying prone on the floor. "Daddy are you okay? What's wrong."
"S...Sam...go to the fire place and use the Floo Powder to call the Department of Aurors. Call Dad, okay?" Draco said to her, pushing himself up to lean against the cupboard. He kept his hands wrapped securely around his middle.
Sam nodded and scrambled out of the kitchen, calling for her brother as she went.
~*~
Sam was scared, but she knew what to do. Her fathers had taught her and Alex exactly what to do in an emergency like this.
First, she called her brother in from the garden. Under normal circumstances, he would have ignored her, but the tone in her voice could not be ignored by anyone. He came.
"What is it?"
"Daddy fell and I think he's hurt. He said I should call Dad at work. You go sit with him in case he needs anything." Sam said, slipping automatically into her Big Sister order-giving role.
Face pale, Alex nodded and ran through to the kitchen while Sam went over to the fireplace, took a small handful of Floo Powder and chucked it into the flames. Immediately the orange-red light turned green and she apprehensively stuck her head into the fire. "Auror Headquarters!" She called clearly and was rewarded with the alarming sensation that her head had been pulled from her shoulders and was being sucked around in a tornado.
Suddenly she stopped moving and looked out of a strange grate, She could see lots of desks stacked high with papers and there were dozens of wizards bustling about. She had never seen her Dad's office before and was momentarily distracted from her Daddy's plight by the newness of it all.
Suddenly, a grown wizard knelt in front of the grate. "Hello there," he said gently. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm looking for my Dad..." Sam began, but the man cut her off.
"Then you want to go to the Lost And Found department. We don't find missing people, kid." Sam was taken aback by his impatience.
"No, you don't understand..." She began, tears of frustration building in her eyes.
"Hey, Jim!" Called another man, and he bustled into view wearing robes that were a ghastly shade of canary yellow. "Jim! That's Harry Potter's little girl! I've seen her and her brother on the photos on his desk. Hey, there." The last was directed at Sam herself and she sighed with relief. At least someone here knew what she was talking about.
"Hi," She replied, feeling slightly shy now at talking to strangers. "I really need to speak to my Dad. It's important."
The strange wizard nodded. "I'll go call him. Jim? You stay here with her."
Sam eyed Jim nervously. She didn't like him much after the way he had refused to listen to her. Jim noticed her stare and looked back at her. This went on for several minutes before Sam heard familiar running footsteps approaching the grate. She grinned in relief to see her Dad suddenly kneel down in front of the grate.
"Sammy? What is it honey?" Harry asked concernedly his green eyes mirroring her own.
"Dad, Daddy fell, I think he's hurt!" Sam cried.
Harry's face blanched and he quickly turned and said something quickly to the other men, Jim and the Canary-Yellow wizard. Then he looked back at Sam. "I'll Apparate over there in a second. I need you to make another Floo call to Dr Kingsby. Do you remember Dr Kingsby? You met her a Daddy's last check-up."
Sam nodded. "Good. Call her and tell her what you told me, okay?" Harry asked.
The little redhead nodded again and pulled her head out of the fire, grimacing as she felt as though she was spinning round and round again. She coughed slightly at the coal dust, then grabbed another handful of Floo Powder. She sighed and threw it into the flames. This routine again. "Dr Kingsby's office!"
~*~
Ten minutes later, almost simultaneously, both Harry and Dr Kingsby materialised in the Potter living room. Sam ran to her Dad and grabbed him by the hand, dragging him over to the kitchen.
"Alex is staying with Daddy, but you HAVE to come! He's in PAIN!" She gave the words some extra emphasis. When you were under four feet tall, you learned how to make people listen to you.
Harry didn't need telling twice. Clutching his daughter's hand he moved as fast as he could to the kitchen, paling when he saw his husband sitting on the floor by a stool, a faintly red watery liquid pooling under him.
Upon seeing his other father, Alex jumped up and hugged him. "Daddy just started bleeding!" He cried, burying his face in Harry's robes.
Dr Kingsby had bustled past and was checking the blonde's vital signs. "He's alright, if a bit bruised. But his water's broken...we have to get him to St Mungo's as soon as possible."
The charm Draco had used to fall pregnant this time was different to the pregnancy potion of his seventh year in many respects. The first was that it allowed the child to be conceived more or less naturally and would have been rendered obsolete if no sexual intercourse took place within three days. A second was that instead of having a caesarean, the charm would transfigure a male's private parts into a female's for the duration of the birth, then switch them back to normal. It had been Hermione who suggested it, saying that Harry and Draco could never fully appreciate fatherhood unless they had gone through exactly the same things a woman went through.
She had said so with a slightly maniacal grin on her face.
Draco would be giving birth naturally. And he was already regretting it.
"Harry...it hurts..." he whispered as his husband sat down next to him and drew him into his arms, tenderly picking him up.
"I know. We'll be in the hospital soon, and then we'll be holding our little boy in our arms." Harry whispered to him. "It'll all be okay."
Dr Kingsby had retrieved what looked like a giant lollypop from her bag. Harry and Draco just stared at her now that the contraction had passed. "Erm...what is that?" Harry asked.
"Emergency Portkey for times like this." The doctor replied. She shrugged. "I thought it was cute."
~*~
As hospitals went, St Mungo's maternity wing was not bad. Everything was done in light pastel shades of blue, pink and yellow and some of the walls were decorated with moving murals of puppies, kittens, ducklings and butterflies.
All in all, Draco found it vaguely nauseating.
The nurse looked up from between his legs and he blushed profusely as he had done every time she had spoken to him from that position. And it did not help that his husband who was supposed to be coaching him through this difficult time kept laughing harder the redder he got.
"Well Mr Potter, you're about five centimeters dilated (" she was cut off by Draco taking in a sudden gasp of air as another contraction ripped through him.
"Ow. Ow. Ow. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
"( but you've still got a way to go so ("
"Ow. Ow. Ow. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
"... Mr Potter are you listening to me?"
"No. No. No. Ow. Ow. Ow. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
The nurse sighed in exasperation and waited for the contraction to stop. Harry was wincing every so often as Draco gripped his hand even harder.
"As I was saying, Mr Potter," the nurse said when Draco relaxed, his head flopping back onto the pillow, "You're about five centimeters dilated, but you still have quite a way to go. Since the contractions are still quite far apart, I suggest sit up and also walk around the room a bit. That will help things move along more quickly. Come on now, up you get. Other Mr Potter, think you could give me a hand?"
Draco glared mutinously at the nurse and his husband as they forced him to stand up. He wobbled and sat down again. "Go away. I'm not fucking well walking around when I'm fucking well in pain and about to fucking well give birth."
Harry stared at the blonde. Draco, despite appearances, was not one to use such language. Harry informed the nurse that perhaps it would be wise to leave Draco where he was, especially since his wand was within easy reach.
~*~
"Okay, Mr Potter," said the by now rather harassed nurse (Who, they had discovered, was named Eleanor Grittle, had diabetes and was a lesbian), "When the next contraction comes I want you to push as hard as you can. Ready Mr Potter? Okay, PUSH!"
Draco pushed.
"AAAAAARGH GOD DAMMIT! I swear if this kid doesn't come out soon he's grounded for eternity Harry damn you you did this to me you bastard and I swear if you ever come near me again I will CUT IT OFF!"
The tirade stopped as the contraction eased off and Draco flopped back on the pillows, drenched with sweat and exhausted.
"That was well done, Mr Potter," said Nurse Grittle. "I think a couple more pushes like that ought to do it, and you'll be holding your baby son in your arms."
"You mean he's not out yet?" Draco looked at her crestfallen, then he scowled and looked up at his husband. "Within the next two years we are having another one and YOU are carrying it!" He said, before feeling another cramp rising in his abdomen.
"Here we go, Mr Potter, you need to push good and hard now." Nurse Grittle said.
Draco did so, muttering obscenities and curses at everyone and everything, up to and including Sam's teddy bear that was missing one eye.
"Keep pushing Mr Potter, he's almost out, I can see the head!" The nurse said, and Draco thought he was about to push out all his insides.
Suddenly he felt a rush and a sudden emptiness, Nurse Grittle cried "He's out!" and hell back against Harry, panting heavily. Then he noticed something was off.
"What's wrong? Why isn't he crying?" Draco demanded, not caring about the panicked tone in his voice. "What's wrong with my baby?!"
~*~
MWAHAHAHAHA! I'm evil! I just HAD to leave you hanging there!
I was planning on having Lucius appear, but I feel that since I've finally gotten to a point where I can end the chapter, I felt I'd better do so (I feel so bad that I haven't posted in so long!)
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL REVIEWS YOU GUYS! *Sends out boxes of Cadbury's Milk Tray to all the reviewers*.
And now if you'll excuse me, several of my muses are drunk and singing songs by Tom Lehrer so I think I need to go to bed.
Joshua: About a maid I'll sing a song... Nathan: Sing Rickety-tickety-tin... Joshua: About a maid I'll sing a song... Brenden: Who didn't have her family long... Gabriel: Not only did she do them wrong... J, N, B & G: She did every one of them in, them in, she did everyone of them in! Kitai: Can't you guys sing something else? Joshua: *looks at the other four* Pollution, pollution wear a gas mask and a veil... N, B & G: Then you can breathe as long as you don't inhale! Kitai: *Looks at Colin imploringly* Can't you do anything? They're your band! Colin *Shrugs* Nah, it's fun watching them. Kitai: I'm just glad Aislyn's in Suki's mind. Who knows what she could have gotten up to with those guys. Chiraki *Taps Kitai on the shoulder* I think we better go, we're confusing the readers. Joshua: ABOUT A MAID I'LL SING A SONG!