Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter character J.K Rowling
does, and all of her associates. I in no way intend to infringe on them or
the contracts etc. I do not own Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie does. As well as
Disney and whoever else has legal contract and use of Peter Pan. I am just
borrowing him. Frito Lays belongs to its company, and Lord of the Rings
situation and characters belongs to JRR Tolken.
WARNING: Angsty chapter.though I didn't mean to I promise! Lord of the Rings spoilers.
---The Dancing Stars---
~Crystalnia~
Captain Giggles sat in his cabin staring at the pristine walls. He needed a purpose in his life. Sure killing Peter Pan in revenge for his brother's death was great, but what could be his goal after that. His hand found the hilt of a dagger and his brown eyes took to studying that instead. Like a juggler he tossed it into the air, catching it over and over again, his hands never getting cut. It came to him suddenly, and he allowed the dagger to clatter to the woodwork below his chair. Peter Pan's purpose in Neverland, besides being a nuisance, was to protect it from evil. Well to Captain Giggles reckoning,-who found himself to be quite evil- with Peter Pan out of the way he could take over Neverland. He would be King, and everyone would obey him, or face the consequences. Yes that was his purpose.
"Snot Rag Jack!" His silky voice bellowed through his doorway disturbing the crew and causing Snot Rag Jack to drop the drink Draco had demanded him to serve him. Wincing Snot Rag Jack quickly begged off with a bow, and a promise to bring a better brew of ale when he returned, to the scowling Draco so that he could go serve his captain.
"Yes Captain Giggles?" Snot Rag Jack asked closing the door behind him at the Captain's signal. "Is there something I can get for you?"
"No, no." The Captain waved his hand in dismissal then motioned his first mate into the seat across from him. "I have a plan, I shall rule Neverland."
"But what of Peter Pan?" Snot Rag Jack asked causing Captain Giggles to abruptly stand up and smash his hands down onto the desk separating the two men.
"Peter Pan is as good as dead as long as we keep that Malfoy brat under our wing. Then I shall be king, and you.you will be my servant and glad of it." Snot Rag Jack nodded his head looking in awe at his captain.
"But Captain, don't all good kings need a queen, or two?"
"Ahh, yes that is where I get my revenge on the Malfoy brat, right after we take his stick from him and smash it, he will watch me take what Peter Pan had taken from him."
"What's that Captain?" Snot Rag Jack asked obliviously. Captain Giggles sent him a sharp look before rounding the desk and boxing his ears.
"You imbecile, his girl." Snot Rag Jack wisely nodded and the Captain continued. "Then we will hang him right next to the body of Peter Pan. Oh it is divine irony!"
"Poetic justice Captain." Snot Rag Jack conceded causing the Captain to laugh in a most dramatically evil laugh.
"Good, then make the plans, I have too much time to set about doing it myself." Captain Giggles handed Snot Rag Jack parchment and a quill. "I shall be back in an hour and I wish to know a flawless plan to make me king of Neverland." The captain left after receiving another nod from Snot Rag Jack.
It was lucky for Snot Rag Jack that the captain did leave when he did. For when he looked down at the parchment the captain had given to him, he couldn't help but laugh. At the top of the parchment written were the words, 'from the desktop of' and centered underneath those words in bold script was the captain's name. Seymour Giggles.
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Draco Malfoy was bloody thirsty and none to happy about his make- shift servant being token from him by that stupid incompetent Captain. He was trying hard not to use his magic, after all it was just a drink of ale he wanted not something really important, but if one of the mangy crew didn't get him his damn drink, he was going to start cursing everyone real soon.
"Robucks, get your arse over here with a fresh bottle of ale, or I'll use my wand on you!" Robucks grimaced and hurried below deck to retrieve what Draco wanted.
Honestly, Draco could swear that good help was tedious to find. House Elf's were annoying little buggers, but at least they followed orders correctly and timely. He grinned knowing Grangers campaign against House Elf labor, he probably should have had her add some House Elf's to his humble home. He would have loved to see her shocked and angry face. She was just so adorable when she was. Scratch that, she was just so fun to annoy that was it. She was not adorable when her cheeks were flushed a bright red and her mouth was parted slightly waiting for the first chance she had to berate him.
Robucks returned and Draco ripped the bottle of ale from his hands, popped it open and downed at least half of the bottle. Draco didn't even care that the rich liquid was burning the back of his throat, and he didn't take into account the fact that he had never drunk this particular drink before, and he hadn't eaten anything since last night.Yes last night when they left for this stupid arse island.
An hour later, and another bottle of ale latter he found himself completely drunk. Not even could his father's best Italian wine create such a buzz as he had at the moment. Smiling in triumph at not being able to remember what he was trying to forget, he stood up and waved Robucks off.
"Shell ce cap*hic* tha' ti, de Draco Malfoy, haz went shome." Draco commanded before thinking of his warm bed and instantly lifting in the air, happy to be going home to a reasonable home.
Draco had no sooner shut his door then the site before him caused him to sober up instantly.
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Peter Pan watched happily as Hermione flitted around collecting the dishes after his wonderful dinner. Awe, but he truly was great at everything he did, including cooking. He smiled knowing that by not saying anything about cleaning the dishes he had won the luxury of relaxing while Hermione did them.
Hermione on the other hand also couldn't be happier, though she didn't show it openly knowing that as long as Peter Pan didn't know how much she loved water and playing in bubbles that she would have the upper hand.somehow. She had to admit; playing mother to six boys and wife to one wasn't so bad after all. She was just grateful it wasn't seven boys, no husband, and labor to each. She shivered, imagining the pain that that would cause.
"Cold?" Peter asked suddenly concerned as Hermione shivered.
"No just thinking." She said dismissively. Of course with Peter Pan, the ever curious boy, that just made him want to know what she was thinking.
"What about?" He asked her, and when she didn't look like she had heard him-which was her goal- he decided to bring the boys into it. At his nod all six boys instantly jumped up and all tried to take the dishes while calling out things like, 'tell us' and 'please' one even said 'if you don't tell I won't wash for a month.' It was this last one that got Hermione to answer, though it was a huge lie, well somewhat.
"Well, there once was a girl, who was very studious and different from others." The boys sensing a story quickly deposited the dishes in the sink and ran over to sit at Hermione's feet. Peter too joined them on the floor much to Hermione's amusement. "Actually this girl was always very studious and different."
"How old was this girl?" The flamingo feathered boy asked.-Hermione still couldn't remember all of there names, despite her studious nature.-
"At the time she was eight years old. Anyway, as I was saying: This girl didn't run around with the other girls or let the boys chase her on the playground. She didn't have the time her parents expected better of her." The boys wrinkled there noses. "She read books, and studied, and was top of her class at school." There was another wrinkle of noses at the word school. "But she was despised for it. It was very abnormal and just 'wrong' so she was tormented. The boys and girls would laugh and make fun of her, never letting her join them on the swings when she tried-for she really did want to have fun and be like everyone else." Unfortunately, Hermione thought, her thirst for knowledge and her parents expectations interfered. "So one day the boys decided to play a horrid trick on the girl. And one boy asked this girl to take a walk with him. A high honor because he was the king of the playground. And the girl agreed. There was a spot on the playground where no monitors could see, it was behind a small shed and through a hole in the fence, and a little ways into the forest. Usually the girl would have been reluctant to go through the hole. But because she wanted to fit in and had the perfect opportunity, she followed the boy. When she stood up, a few of the boys grabbed her and using some rope they had gotten tied her to the tree, then one of the boys dropped a whole box of snakes at the girl's feet."
"How did they get the snakes?" Nobbs asked.
"They were some of the classroom pets. Once again, as I was saying: the boys left after that, leaving the girl behind, tied to the tree with snakes at her feet. Somehow they had figured out that was the girls worst fear. As can be expected the girl was very angry, and very scared, and even screaming for help didn't seem to relieve her of any of these emotions. So her anger built up replacing her fears, and as a snake started to slither up her leg, it was suddenly blown away, as were the one's at her feet. The snakes of course started to come at her again, but they didn't get very far before they burst into flames." The boys leaned forward at this.
"Apparently the boys felt guilty after a while and came back to release the girl. However they saw the snakes at a distance from her burnt up nice and crisp. One suddenly hollered and then called the girl a witch. Another quickly took up his cry and eventually all of the boys had decided that the only way to take care of her was to burn her right there at the tree. The girl pleaded with them, told them she wasn't a witch that such things didn't exist, but they didn't listen. And one of the boys disappeared, only to reappear a few tense minutes later with a match box. The other boys during that time had all gathered wood and put it strategically around the girl, so that it was immediately able to catch a good flame once the boys with the match set it afire. The girl cried out.
The boys stood back watching in grim satisfaction as the flames began to lap at the girl's feet and her ankles, the heat already making the rest of her body sweat." Hermione paused and looked into the distance as if she was seeing something no one else was. "Then all the sudden everything seemed to stop. The boys, the flames, and the noise in the distance, they all stopped and someone stepped forward out of the group of boys. But he hadn't been there before; you see he was an adult, or a teenager. He had oily black hair and a silky voice; he also wore a robe that bellowed out when he walked. He stepped forward released the girl and told her to run home, so despite her burnt feet she ran home. The next day when she returned to school the boys acted like nothing ever happened. All but one boy that is. The one boy came up to her and whispered mincingly "You'll never be one of us, no one liked you anyways so it's no loss." And then the boy smirked and ran back to play with his friends."
"So what were you thinking about then Hermione?" One of the younger boys asked. Hermione smiled softly at him and shook her head.
"Snakes and flames." Hermione answered before turning her back on them and walking over to the sink and the dirty dishes that awaited her. She didn't notice Peter come up behind her.
"And does this girl have the scars from the flames?" Peter asked unusually sad. Hermione jumped and pulled out her wand in a natural reaction.
"Peter it was a fictional story." Hermione rolled her eyes as she put her wand away. She still didn't know why she shared that moment with her newfound family. Peter smiled at her, though he hardly believed her then raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you just use your stick to do the dishes?" Hermione felt like hitting her head against the wall for forgetting, and Peter seeing her expression smiled at her cockily before crowing in at the small victory. The crowing was returned by the six other boys. Hermione gritted her teeth, knowing that she had to save face. "I'm not supposed to use magic outside of school, that's why." Peter wisely decided not to mention seeing her create that house for Malfoy, or her search of him in the water. Instead he smiled at her even more knowing that he was gaining the upper hand word by word.
"Then tomorrow when YOU cook, you won't use your stick." Hermione's eyes opened up once more in horror, and her mouth dropped open. Sure she was grand at potions, but she was horrible at muggle cooking. Oh, she suddenly dreaded tomarrow.
About an hour later, Hermione was telling the tale of the hobbit who had to destroy the ring of power at Mount Doom, and all of the boys and Peter were especially attentive. All six boys were tucked into the bed and Peter was sitting in a chair beside Hermione.
"And Frito, not able to resist the rings power put the ring upon his first finger, and disappeared. He was not aware that the evil monster Gollum was after him, after knocking out Lay, Gollum jumped on Frito and they fought, eventually Gollum was able to Grab Frito's finger and bit it off. So excited was Gollum that he was dancing and didn't see Frito, bloody hand at all, come at him. Again they struggled, and over the side of the cliff they went plunging seemingly plunging into the dreadful fires of Mount Doom. About halfway through there fight Lay had come to, and helpless watched from his spot on the floor. He recovered quickly as his master Frito and Gollum went over the edge, and he ran over in fear of what he would find. It was much to his relief, however that Frito was holding onto the side looking up helplessly." The boy's eyes widened. "Lay helped Frito back over the edge, after refusing to let him give up. So they were both alive, as the ring finally dissolved back into Mount Doom." Every face looked relieved. "As a reward for Frito and Lay's bravery, Gandalf the great wizard and there companion created a corn chip and named it after them. And that is how Frito Lay's the wonderful, chart topping, chips came to be." There was applause after that, causing Hermione to smile before announcing happily. "Well it's off to bed with you all now!" The boys groaned which caused Hermione's smile to widen. She carefully tucked each of the boys in and followed Peter Pan out of the room.
"Peter? Where am I supposed to sleep?" She questioned, causing Peter to pause and look around wide-eyed trying to find a spot.
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A.N. Thank you for reading. I apologize for taking so long to get this up. It has been a hectic week. My boyfriend of seven and a three fourths months broke up, and I have been working hard getting ready for my move to California. My parents also disconnected my computer so I had to use there's. I am also sorry this chapter was somewhat angsty, I had to make it angsty because the information is crucial to the story in the long run. Although, after I get the next few chapters done, I will most likely go back a re-write this chapter. Please let me know what you think. If you like this chapter well enough then I might just keep it as it is. Positive and negative feedback is welcome. Just be honest! I love you all, thanks again for reading.
WARNING: Angsty chapter.though I didn't mean to I promise! Lord of the Rings spoilers.
---The Dancing Stars---
~Crystalnia~
Captain Giggles sat in his cabin staring at the pristine walls. He needed a purpose in his life. Sure killing Peter Pan in revenge for his brother's death was great, but what could be his goal after that. His hand found the hilt of a dagger and his brown eyes took to studying that instead. Like a juggler he tossed it into the air, catching it over and over again, his hands never getting cut. It came to him suddenly, and he allowed the dagger to clatter to the woodwork below his chair. Peter Pan's purpose in Neverland, besides being a nuisance, was to protect it from evil. Well to Captain Giggles reckoning,-who found himself to be quite evil- with Peter Pan out of the way he could take over Neverland. He would be King, and everyone would obey him, or face the consequences. Yes that was his purpose.
"Snot Rag Jack!" His silky voice bellowed through his doorway disturbing the crew and causing Snot Rag Jack to drop the drink Draco had demanded him to serve him. Wincing Snot Rag Jack quickly begged off with a bow, and a promise to bring a better brew of ale when he returned, to the scowling Draco so that he could go serve his captain.
"Yes Captain Giggles?" Snot Rag Jack asked closing the door behind him at the Captain's signal. "Is there something I can get for you?"
"No, no." The Captain waved his hand in dismissal then motioned his first mate into the seat across from him. "I have a plan, I shall rule Neverland."
"But what of Peter Pan?" Snot Rag Jack asked causing Captain Giggles to abruptly stand up and smash his hands down onto the desk separating the two men.
"Peter Pan is as good as dead as long as we keep that Malfoy brat under our wing. Then I shall be king, and you.you will be my servant and glad of it." Snot Rag Jack nodded his head looking in awe at his captain.
"But Captain, don't all good kings need a queen, or two?"
"Ahh, yes that is where I get my revenge on the Malfoy brat, right after we take his stick from him and smash it, he will watch me take what Peter Pan had taken from him."
"What's that Captain?" Snot Rag Jack asked obliviously. Captain Giggles sent him a sharp look before rounding the desk and boxing his ears.
"You imbecile, his girl." Snot Rag Jack wisely nodded and the Captain continued. "Then we will hang him right next to the body of Peter Pan. Oh it is divine irony!"
"Poetic justice Captain." Snot Rag Jack conceded causing the Captain to laugh in a most dramatically evil laugh.
"Good, then make the plans, I have too much time to set about doing it myself." Captain Giggles handed Snot Rag Jack parchment and a quill. "I shall be back in an hour and I wish to know a flawless plan to make me king of Neverland." The captain left after receiving another nod from Snot Rag Jack.
It was lucky for Snot Rag Jack that the captain did leave when he did. For when he looked down at the parchment the captain had given to him, he couldn't help but laugh. At the top of the parchment written were the words, 'from the desktop of' and centered underneath those words in bold script was the captain's name. Seymour Giggles.
*** *** ***
Draco Malfoy was bloody thirsty and none to happy about his make- shift servant being token from him by that stupid incompetent Captain. He was trying hard not to use his magic, after all it was just a drink of ale he wanted not something really important, but if one of the mangy crew didn't get him his damn drink, he was going to start cursing everyone real soon.
"Robucks, get your arse over here with a fresh bottle of ale, or I'll use my wand on you!" Robucks grimaced and hurried below deck to retrieve what Draco wanted.
Honestly, Draco could swear that good help was tedious to find. House Elf's were annoying little buggers, but at least they followed orders correctly and timely. He grinned knowing Grangers campaign against House Elf labor, he probably should have had her add some House Elf's to his humble home. He would have loved to see her shocked and angry face. She was just so adorable when she was. Scratch that, she was just so fun to annoy that was it. She was not adorable when her cheeks were flushed a bright red and her mouth was parted slightly waiting for the first chance she had to berate him.
Robucks returned and Draco ripped the bottle of ale from his hands, popped it open and downed at least half of the bottle. Draco didn't even care that the rich liquid was burning the back of his throat, and he didn't take into account the fact that he had never drunk this particular drink before, and he hadn't eaten anything since last night.Yes last night when they left for this stupid arse island.
An hour later, and another bottle of ale latter he found himself completely drunk. Not even could his father's best Italian wine create such a buzz as he had at the moment. Smiling in triumph at not being able to remember what he was trying to forget, he stood up and waved Robucks off.
"Shell ce cap*hic* tha' ti, de Draco Malfoy, haz went shome." Draco commanded before thinking of his warm bed and instantly lifting in the air, happy to be going home to a reasonable home.
Draco had no sooner shut his door then the site before him caused him to sober up instantly.
*** *** ***
Peter Pan watched happily as Hermione flitted around collecting the dishes after his wonderful dinner. Awe, but he truly was great at everything he did, including cooking. He smiled knowing that by not saying anything about cleaning the dishes he had won the luxury of relaxing while Hermione did them.
Hermione on the other hand also couldn't be happier, though she didn't show it openly knowing that as long as Peter Pan didn't know how much she loved water and playing in bubbles that she would have the upper hand.somehow. She had to admit; playing mother to six boys and wife to one wasn't so bad after all. She was just grateful it wasn't seven boys, no husband, and labor to each. She shivered, imagining the pain that that would cause.
"Cold?" Peter asked suddenly concerned as Hermione shivered.
"No just thinking." She said dismissively. Of course with Peter Pan, the ever curious boy, that just made him want to know what she was thinking.
"What about?" He asked her, and when she didn't look like she had heard him-which was her goal- he decided to bring the boys into it. At his nod all six boys instantly jumped up and all tried to take the dishes while calling out things like, 'tell us' and 'please' one even said 'if you don't tell I won't wash for a month.' It was this last one that got Hermione to answer, though it was a huge lie, well somewhat.
"Well, there once was a girl, who was very studious and different from others." The boys sensing a story quickly deposited the dishes in the sink and ran over to sit at Hermione's feet. Peter too joined them on the floor much to Hermione's amusement. "Actually this girl was always very studious and different."
"How old was this girl?" The flamingo feathered boy asked.-Hermione still couldn't remember all of there names, despite her studious nature.-
"At the time she was eight years old. Anyway, as I was saying: This girl didn't run around with the other girls or let the boys chase her on the playground. She didn't have the time her parents expected better of her." The boys wrinkled there noses. "She read books, and studied, and was top of her class at school." There was another wrinkle of noses at the word school. "But she was despised for it. It was very abnormal and just 'wrong' so she was tormented. The boys and girls would laugh and make fun of her, never letting her join them on the swings when she tried-for she really did want to have fun and be like everyone else." Unfortunately, Hermione thought, her thirst for knowledge and her parents expectations interfered. "So one day the boys decided to play a horrid trick on the girl. And one boy asked this girl to take a walk with him. A high honor because he was the king of the playground. And the girl agreed. There was a spot on the playground where no monitors could see, it was behind a small shed and through a hole in the fence, and a little ways into the forest. Usually the girl would have been reluctant to go through the hole. But because she wanted to fit in and had the perfect opportunity, she followed the boy. When she stood up, a few of the boys grabbed her and using some rope they had gotten tied her to the tree, then one of the boys dropped a whole box of snakes at the girl's feet."
"How did they get the snakes?" Nobbs asked.
"They were some of the classroom pets. Once again, as I was saying: the boys left after that, leaving the girl behind, tied to the tree with snakes at her feet. Somehow they had figured out that was the girls worst fear. As can be expected the girl was very angry, and very scared, and even screaming for help didn't seem to relieve her of any of these emotions. So her anger built up replacing her fears, and as a snake started to slither up her leg, it was suddenly blown away, as were the one's at her feet. The snakes of course started to come at her again, but they didn't get very far before they burst into flames." The boys leaned forward at this.
"Apparently the boys felt guilty after a while and came back to release the girl. However they saw the snakes at a distance from her burnt up nice and crisp. One suddenly hollered and then called the girl a witch. Another quickly took up his cry and eventually all of the boys had decided that the only way to take care of her was to burn her right there at the tree. The girl pleaded with them, told them she wasn't a witch that such things didn't exist, but they didn't listen. And one of the boys disappeared, only to reappear a few tense minutes later with a match box. The other boys during that time had all gathered wood and put it strategically around the girl, so that it was immediately able to catch a good flame once the boys with the match set it afire. The girl cried out.
The boys stood back watching in grim satisfaction as the flames began to lap at the girl's feet and her ankles, the heat already making the rest of her body sweat." Hermione paused and looked into the distance as if she was seeing something no one else was. "Then all the sudden everything seemed to stop. The boys, the flames, and the noise in the distance, they all stopped and someone stepped forward out of the group of boys. But he hadn't been there before; you see he was an adult, or a teenager. He had oily black hair and a silky voice; he also wore a robe that bellowed out when he walked. He stepped forward released the girl and told her to run home, so despite her burnt feet she ran home. The next day when she returned to school the boys acted like nothing ever happened. All but one boy that is. The one boy came up to her and whispered mincingly "You'll never be one of us, no one liked you anyways so it's no loss." And then the boy smirked and ran back to play with his friends."
"So what were you thinking about then Hermione?" One of the younger boys asked. Hermione smiled softly at him and shook her head.
"Snakes and flames." Hermione answered before turning her back on them and walking over to the sink and the dirty dishes that awaited her. She didn't notice Peter come up behind her.
"And does this girl have the scars from the flames?" Peter asked unusually sad. Hermione jumped and pulled out her wand in a natural reaction.
"Peter it was a fictional story." Hermione rolled her eyes as she put her wand away. She still didn't know why she shared that moment with her newfound family. Peter smiled at her, though he hardly believed her then raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you just use your stick to do the dishes?" Hermione felt like hitting her head against the wall for forgetting, and Peter seeing her expression smiled at her cockily before crowing in at the small victory. The crowing was returned by the six other boys. Hermione gritted her teeth, knowing that she had to save face. "I'm not supposed to use magic outside of school, that's why." Peter wisely decided not to mention seeing her create that house for Malfoy, or her search of him in the water. Instead he smiled at her even more knowing that he was gaining the upper hand word by word.
"Then tomorrow when YOU cook, you won't use your stick." Hermione's eyes opened up once more in horror, and her mouth dropped open. Sure she was grand at potions, but she was horrible at muggle cooking. Oh, she suddenly dreaded tomarrow.
About an hour later, Hermione was telling the tale of the hobbit who had to destroy the ring of power at Mount Doom, and all of the boys and Peter were especially attentive. All six boys were tucked into the bed and Peter was sitting in a chair beside Hermione.
"And Frito, not able to resist the rings power put the ring upon his first finger, and disappeared. He was not aware that the evil monster Gollum was after him, after knocking out Lay, Gollum jumped on Frito and they fought, eventually Gollum was able to Grab Frito's finger and bit it off. So excited was Gollum that he was dancing and didn't see Frito, bloody hand at all, come at him. Again they struggled, and over the side of the cliff they went plunging seemingly plunging into the dreadful fires of Mount Doom. About halfway through there fight Lay had come to, and helpless watched from his spot on the floor. He recovered quickly as his master Frito and Gollum went over the edge, and he ran over in fear of what he would find. It was much to his relief, however that Frito was holding onto the side looking up helplessly." The boy's eyes widened. "Lay helped Frito back over the edge, after refusing to let him give up. So they were both alive, as the ring finally dissolved back into Mount Doom." Every face looked relieved. "As a reward for Frito and Lay's bravery, Gandalf the great wizard and there companion created a corn chip and named it after them. And that is how Frito Lay's the wonderful, chart topping, chips came to be." There was applause after that, causing Hermione to smile before announcing happily. "Well it's off to bed with you all now!" The boys groaned which caused Hermione's smile to widen. She carefully tucked each of the boys in and followed Peter Pan out of the room.
"Peter? Where am I supposed to sleep?" She questioned, causing Peter to pause and look around wide-eyed trying to find a spot.
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A.N. Thank you for reading. I apologize for taking so long to get this up. It has been a hectic week. My boyfriend of seven and a three fourths months broke up, and I have been working hard getting ready for my move to California. My parents also disconnected my computer so I had to use there's. I am also sorry this chapter was somewhat angsty, I had to make it angsty because the information is crucial to the story in the long run. Although, after I get the next few chapters done, I will most likely go back a re-write this chapter. Please let me know what you think. If you like this chapter well enough then I might just keep it as it is. Positive and negative feedback is welcome. Just be honest! I love you all, thanks again for reading.