Chapter 18- School Starts
Harry woke up the next morning. He was troubled by something, but he couldn't quite grasp the cause of the feeling. He hadn't had any dreams that he could recall. It felt more real than a dream. Something was going to happen. He could sense it. He didn't talk much at breakfast, and found himself in solitude that afternoon. Ron was busying himself with perfecting his skills in wizarding chess with Ginny. Hermione had gone for her apparation test, while Fred and George were packing to go back to their shop. There was something solemn about Fred. He wasn't making as many jokes, and seemed to be avoiding people all together. Harry went to the library to see what else he could find on Xavier Gillium or his daughter, Delsiah. He was reading through a book on Quidditch that had distracted him, when he was interrupted by Fred sitting down across from him.
"Might I have a word?" he whispered.
"There's no one else around, Fred. You don't have to whisper." Harry looked up from his book.
"Ah yes, but the castle holds many secrets and this is a secret I would like to keep from it." Fred whispered in response. Harry sat down the book.
"What's wrong? Hermione getting on your nerves already? I have to admit I'm not surprised. I mean you two are so-"
"No, no. It's not that. It does have to do with Hermione though. Did she tell you what she saw in the vision?"
"No, how could she? She's been ignoring Ron and I completely to spend time with you." Harry replied, curtly. It wasn't as if he was angry with Fred, or that he really cared that he and Hermione were together. He'd just rather not hear about it or be reminded of it, more for Ron's sake.
"Eh, sorry about that mate." Fred scratched his head, a bit embarrassed.
"What was it you wanted to tell me?"
"I'd rather have her explain it, but I have a feeling she won't. George and I are leaving today, so I thought it best you knew before we left. The vision she saw while we were in nineteen forty-two, was of Malfoy murdering you. Malfoy is Voldemort's key to defeating the Order. She had another vision while she was in the cabinet. I can't be sure that there was any truth to it, after all, the cabinet is known to do odd things, but in that vision she was shown what life would be like if she'd ended up staying with Malfoy... or being with me. Either way mate, your life ends with Malfoy." his whisper was even quieter this time.
Harry didn't know what to say. He was completely at a loss for words. He surveyed Fred, hoping for some sign of this being one of his jokes. He saw nothing but complete seriousness.
"Wow." he strained out.
"Dumbledore knows everything, she went to him this morning. I haven't seen Malfoy around though, have you?" Fred looked around the library.
"No, I thought he was going for his apparation exam with Hermione."
"That's what I thought too, but she left alone. I have to talk to him."
"Fred, you can't tell him..."
"No I suppose I should leave Hermione to that. She made her decision last night. She's back with him, Harry."
"She's what?" Harry gulped.
"She's back together with Bouncing Ferret. Listen, you can't tell anyone this okay?"
"Yeah okay...what isn't I'm supposed to tell anyone? That she's back with him." Harry whispered back.
"No, this. We got a hold of Malfoy's journal yesterday. We went through it together. He was leaving to go back to his father, and we had to make a decision. By being with him, it'll keep him here, postponing well more like expanding your life span expectancy. If she stayed with me, then chances are he'd go back, and then they'd have you. We're not sure yet if we can change the inevitable, but this will at least give us more time to prepare." Fred's voice was even quieter than it had been before.
"I really don't know what you expect me to say Fred."
"Well don't say anything to me. Talk to the others, since I won't be able to and I doubt Hermione will mention anything, she's too afraid you'll all turn against her. She needs you and Ron especially, Harry. Try to understand the situation and don't be pissed with her over this. I'm not upset. Explain that to Ron. The break up was mutual. Besides, I'm not looking at it as break up. She'll be back. Hermione's just doing what she has to for the Order, as do I. So don't let Ron use me against her. She doesn't have much of control over this. She's trying to save you. Shh... I think she's back." he leapt out of his seat and went to the window. He nodded at Harry and rushed out of the library.
Harry felt as if he'd been hit with a ton of bricks. The weight of the invisible stones was making it hard for him to breathe. He pulled himself out of the chair and forced himself to follow Fred back to the Gryffindor common room. Hermione came up, not long after them.
"I passed!" she gleed.
"Of course you did!" Fred smiled and hugged her.
"How did Malfoy do?" Harry asked, out of the blue. Hermione let go of Fred, and gave him a disheartened look before turning back to Harry.
"He wasn't there. The ministry is after him. He's in hiding."
"Where?" Harry demanded.
"He's staying with some friends, he'll be back next week for the start of the term. Dumbledore's already promised nothing would happen to him, as it's his final year here. He needs to be in school."
"Malfoy? Have friends?" he found himself speaking a bit harsh. Fred gave him a look.
"He's staying with Fleur in London." she replied back, with the same temperament.
"Sorry, Hermione. Congratulations on passing the exam." he rushed up to his dormitory. He was only in there for about a half an hour before he began to get bored with himself. He went to his trunk and pulled out the invisibility cloak. He didn't want to be asked questions about where he was going. He snuck out the portrait hole, which had been left open and snuck downstairs. He was on his way back to the library when he heard voices from behind a tapestry. He stopped and listened closely.
"Why did you tell him?" Hermione whispered.
"Because you weren't going to. I was trying to help, Hermione."
"Yeah well now you know he's going to go after Draco as soon as school starts. As soon as everyone finds out, he's in danger."
"I'm sorry, Hermione, but Harry had a right to know. He needs to watch his back. We can't be there to watch his every move, you know that."
"I'm sorry, Fred. I'm just scared. I don't know what to expect out of all of this."
"Apology accepted." he sounded smug.
"When are you leaving?" Harry heard her ask.
"In approximately two hours. Why?"
"Meet me at that spot you showed me, okay? To say goodbye?"
Harry didn't stick around to listen to any more. He continued down to the library and began searching through the restricted section. He pulled out an old worn book titled: "Necromancy: What You Should Know". He then began skimming through the spines of the other books, selecting another titled: "Visions and Hallucinations". He pulled them under his cloak and went to a secluded spot in the library where no one could accidentally trip over him or sit on him, if by chance anyone came looking for him. He just needed to be alone at this moment. Given a chance to adjust.
It didn't take long for Harry to see what Fred had meant. Hermione needed him and Ron more than anything the very first day of school. Malfoy had returned with the rest of the students. No one in his house spoke to him. They avoided him completely. Harry watched as he ate alone at the Slytherin table at the feast. Alone, until Hermione got up and went over to sit with him. Harry glanced around the table, noticing the others glaring at her with particular distaste and felt the sense of betrayal loom over the Gryffindors. A bunch of new first years were muttering to the older students, confused and demanding explanations for the sudden solemn mood of the table. Harry looked at Ron who just shrugged. He'd explained everything to Ron, but he didn't seem too happy with his explanation. He felt Hermione was playing both him and his brother, and felt no sympathy toward her. He even made a comment that Harry only half heard that sounded like him saying she deserved whatever ridicule she received. This was typical Ron reaction. He was still upset that she wouldn't go out with him, and resorted in pretending that he was no longer her friend. Harry brushed it off, and gave Hermione a smile when she returned to the table to help escort the first years to their rooms. Ron mumbled something under his breath then stood up to join her by the doorway. Harry followed in suit with the other students. Suddenly a voice rang from across the corridor.
"And if you look over there you'll see our new Head Girl, Hermione Granger, who happens to be in alliance with our backstabbing sorry excuse for a Slytherin Head Boy, Draco Malfoy. You don't have to do anything they say, listen to me and the other Prefects." Harry looked over to see Millicent Bulstrode pointing at Hermione.
"Shut up, Bulstrode." Malfoy sneered and put his wand to her throat.
"Draco, don't! She's not worth it." Hermione called out and rushed over to the scene. Ron smacked his forehead with his hand, then looked at Harry.
"You stay with the first years, I'll go." Harry told him. He chased after Hermione.
"You can't tell me what to do." Millicent snarled back at Malfoy.
"I believe he can, Miss Bulstrode. He is after all Head Boy. Students must listen to him as long as he's enforcing already instated rules, and if I hear you directing the students to do otherwise I will be in the unfortunate position to evaluate your ability to serve as Prefect." Dumbledore calmly stated as he walked out of the Great Hall. Harry and Hermione turned around. Malfoy lowered his wand, and Millicent just glared at him.
"I'm sorry, sir." Malfoy apologized, coolly to Dumbledore.
"Quite all right, Mr. Malfoy. Now I believe you all have duties to attend to. Harry, may I speak with you for a moment?"
"Sure."
Harry watched as Hermione went back over to Ron and nervous first years. Malfoy and the other Slytherins were already headed in the opposite direction. He followed Dumbledore up to his office, and sat down across from the desk.
"I'm sure by now you know the situation with the prophecy. I do have to ask that you continue searching for information on Gillium. I have sent Tonks out to ask around and research the masses to see what, if anything, she can find out. You mustn't focus on the prophecy Harry. That is of utmost importance. The Order is doing all they can to keep you safe. We're trying to pin point any clues that will lead to a possible specific date, and I promise I will let you know the moment we've discovered anything. Most importantly, you must focus on your schoolwork. Last term's grade were significantly lower than usual. Professor McGonagall informed me a while ago that it is your ambition to become an Auror once you leave Hogwarts. That type of position will require you to excel high in your grades. I assume that Miss Granger will help you if the need be. I feel you'd make a most excellent Auror, Harry. This doesn't mean that you will be given any special privileges once you leave the school though. Talk to Nymphadora about what will be required once you leave. She and Moody are your best assets." Dumbledore told him. Harry nodded.
"Also, I ask that you do not act any differently towards Mr. Malfoy than you already do. He's not as aware of the situation as Miss Granger has become, and it's best that he doesn't suspect anything. I've given her firm instructions not to mention it to him. He knows no more than Voldemort does, and for now, I would like to keep it that way." continued Dumbledore. Harry nodded again.
"That is all, Harry. You may go. I'll call on you again soon." Harry noted Dumbledore's smile, and returned it with one of his own.
He nodded for a third time and stood up. He didn't quite believe Dumbledore about calling on him as soon as they had information. He'd told Harry this many times before, and it always seemed as if he was the last one to know. Harry made his way back to Gryffindor tower. The castle was calm again, and the noise of the students had ceased with their retirement into their quarters. He stopped at the Portrait Hole. The Fat Lady smiled down at him.
"Password?" she asked. It dawned on Harry just then, that he didn't know the new password. He thought of knocking, but felt that would be rather silly. Chances are no one would be able to hear him. He looked back up at the painting.
"Er... I don't know it."
"All right then, Harry. I'll let you in this once, being this your last year here. But don't tell anyone, and don't expect it to happen again." she lectured and swung open.
He sighed with relief and thanked her. Hermione was sitting by the fire, with Crookshanks in her lap. Ron was sitting across from her. He could tell by the looks on their faces they were arguing again.
"I just don't understand why you have to stick up for him. You didn't stick up for him in a crowd of people when you were dating him before." complained Ron.
"Things are different now. Everyone knows, and he needs me Ron."
"Yeah, and we need you too Hermione."
"Ron..." she said, exasperated. Harry sat down next to her and scratched under Crookshanks' ears.
"What did Dumbledore want?" asked Ron, obviously forgetting the argument.
"Just to warn me not to mention the prophecy to Malfoy... oh and to lecture me on how my grades need to improve if I want to become an Auror." he rolled his eyed.
"Ugh!" Hermione stood up, leaving Crookshanks in Harry's lap. She went over to the bulletin board and tore off a piece of paper. She stomped back over to Ron and Harry and threw the paper into the fire.
"What was that?" Harry asked.
"I told Fred not to advertise in here. We're going to have enough trouble trying to keep the Slytherin's and Gryffindor's from killing each other. We don't need to add their products to the battle." she leaned back into the couch and sighed, closing her eyes.
"I guess things are back to normal." Ron shrugged.
"Well, mostly normal anyway." added Harry. Harry caught the smile that had snuck its way onto Hermione's face.
A/N: Ack! Short and took forever to get up, I know I know. Why didn't anyone tell me that RP was addicting??? I joined one (a livejournal community called acciohogwarts, shameless plug, join if you're interested. I'm Pansy over there). Anyway, my fan fictions have suffered from it, and I'm sorry. I kept myself up all night to get this up for my devoted readers. While RPing, dying my hair (was supposed to be red, which my roots now are but the black didn't change like it was supposed to now I look like a Weasley trying to be a Slytherin.), obsessing over the new show LOST (mm Dom), and waiting to see if I've been accepted into HogwartsElite. Anyway, as you can tell I've been busy, but here it is. The first chapter of my new story is half written and I hope to have it up sometime this weekend, but no promises. I also half the beginning to the last chapter of this story written, but don't worry, that's not until much later :) ANYWAY, if you read please review. I cherish you guys.
Harry woke up the next morning. He was troubled by something, but he couldn't quite grasp the cause of the feeling. He hadn't had any dreams that he could recall. It felt more real than a dream. Something was going to happen. He could sense it. He didn't talk much at breakfast, and found himself in solitude that afternoon. Ron was busying himself with perfecting his skills in wizarding chess with Ginny. Hermione had gone for her apparation test, while Fred and George were packing to go back to their shop. There was something solemn about Fred. He wasn't making as many jokes, and seemed to be avoiding people all together. Harry went to the library to see what else he could find on Xavier Gillium or his daughter, Delsiah. He was reading through a book on Quidditch that had distracted him, when he was interrupted by Fred sitting down across from him.
"Might I have a word?" he whispered.
"There's no one else around, Fred. You don't have to whisper." Harry looked up from his book.
"Ah yes, but the castle holds many secrets and this is a secret I would like to keep from it." Fred whispered in response. Harry sat down the book.
"What's wrong? Hermione getting on your nerves already? I have to admit I'm not surprised. I mean you two are so-"
"No, no. It's not that. It does have to do with Hermione though. Did she tell you what she saw in the vision?"
"No, how could she? She's been ignoring Ron and I completely to spend time with you." Harry replied, curtly. It wasn't as if he was angry with Fred, or that he really cared that he and Hermione were together. He'd just rather not hear about it or be reminded of it, more for Ron's sake.
"Eh, sorry about that mate." Fred scratched his head, a bit embarrassed.
"What was it you wanted to tell me?"
"I'd rather have her explain it, but I have a feeling she won't. George and I are leaving today, so I thought it best you knew before we left. The vision she saw while we were in nineteen forty-two, was of Malfoy murdering you. Malfoy is Voldemort's key to defeating the Order. She had another vision while she was in the cabinet. I can't be sure that there was any truth to it, after all, the cabinet is known to do odd things, but in that vision she was shown what life would be like if she'd ended up staying with Malfoy... or being with me. Either way mate, your life ends with Malfoy." his whisper was even quieter this time.
Harry didn't know what to say. He was completely at a loss for words. He surveyed Fred, hoping for some sign of this being one of his jokes. He saw nothing but complete seriousness.
"Wow." he strained out.
"Dumbledore knows everything, she went to him this morning. I haven't seen Malfoy around though, have you?" Fred looked around the library.
"No, I thought he was going for his apparation exam with Hermione."
"That's what I thought too, but she left alone. I have to talk to him."
"Fred, you can't tell him..."
"No I suppose I should leave Hermione to that. She made her decision last night. She's back with him, Harry."
"She's what?" Harry gulped.
"She's back together with Bouncing Ferret. Listen, you can't tell anyone this okay?"
"Yeah okay...what isn't I'm supposed to tell anyone? That she's back with him." Harry whispered back.
"No, this. We got a hold of Malfoy's journal yesterday. We went through it together. He was leaving to go back to his father, and we had to make a decision. By being with him, it'll keep him here, postponing well more like expanding your life span expectancy. If she stayed with me, then chances are he'd go back, and then they'd have you. We're not sure yet if we can change the inevitable, but this will at least give us more time to prepare." Fred's voice was even quieter than it had been before.
"I really don't know what you expect me to say Fred."
"Well don't say anything to me. Talk to the others, since I won't be able to and I doubt Hermione will mention anything, she's too afraid you'll all turn against her. She needs you and Ron especially, Harry. Try to understand the situation and don't be pissed with her over this. I'm not upset. Explain that to Ron. The break up was mutual. Besides, I'm not looking at it as break up. She'll be back. Hermione's just doing what she has to for the Order, as do I. So don't let Ron use me against her. She doesn't have much of control over this. She's trying to save you. Shh... I think she's back." he leapt out of his seat and went to the window. He nodded at Harry and rushed out of the library.
Harry felt as if he'd been hit with a ton of bricks. The weight of the invisible stones was making it hard for him to breathe. He pulled himself out of the chair and forced himself to follow Fred back to the Gryffindor common room. Hermione came up, not long after them.
"I passed!" she gleed.
"Of course you did!" Fred smiled and hugged her.
"How did Malfoy do?" Harry asked, out of the blue. Hermione let go of Fred, and gave him a disheartened look before turning back to Harry.
"He wasn't there. The ministry is after him. He's in hiding."
"Where?" Harry demanded.
"He's staying with some friends, he'll be back next week for the start of the term. Dumbledore's already promised nothing would happen to him, as it's his final year here. He needs to be in school."
"Malfoy? Have friends?" he found himself speaking a bit harsh. Fred gave him a look.
"He's staying with Fleur in London." she replied back, with the same temperament.
"Sorry, Hermione. Congratulations on passing the exam." he rushed up to his dormitory. He was only in there for about a half an hour before he began to get bored with himself. He went to his trunk and pulled out the invisibility cloak. He didn't want to be asked questions about where he was going. He snuck out the portrait hole, which had been left open and snuck downstairs. He was on his way back to the library when he heard voices from behind a tapestry. He stopped and listened closely.
"Why did you tell him?" Hermione whispered.
"Because you weren't going to. I was trying to help, Hermione."
"Yeah well now you know he's going to go after Draco as soon as school starts. As soon as everyone finds out, he's in danger."
"I'm sorry, Hermione, but Harry had a right to know. He needs to watch his back. We can't be there to watch his every move, you know that."
"I'm sorry, Fred. I'm just scared. I don't know what to expect out of all of this."
"Apology accepted." he sounded smug.
"When are you leaving?" Harry heard her ask.
"In approximately two hours. Why?"
"Meet me at that spot you showed me, okay? To say goodbye?"
Harry didn't stick around to listen to any more. He continued down to the library and began searching through the restricted section. He pulled out an old worn book titled: "Necromancy: What You Should Know". He then began skimming through the spines of the other books, selecting another titled: "Visions and Hallucinations". He pulled them under his cloak and went to a secluded spot in the library where no one could accidentally trip over him or sit on him, if by chance anyone came looking for him. He just needed to be alone at this moment. Given a chance to adjust.
It didn't take long for Harry to see what Fred had meant. Hermione needed him and Ron more than anything the very first day of school. Malfoy had returned with the rest of the students. No one in his house spoke to him. They avoided him completely. Harry watched as he ate alone at the Slytherin table at the feast. Alone, until Hermione got up and went over to sit with him. Harry glanced around the table, noticing the others glaring at her with particular distaste and felt the sense of betrayal loom over the Gryffindors. A bunch of new first years were muttering to the older students, confused and demanding explanations for the sudden solemn mood of the table. Harry looked at Ron who just shrugged. He'd explained everything to Ron, but he didn't seem too happy with his explanation. He felt Hermione was playing both him and his brother, and felt no sympathy toward her. He even made a comment that Harry only half heard that sounded like him saying she deserved whatever ridicule she received. This was typical Ron reaction. He was still upset that she wouldn't go out with him, and resorted in pretending that he was no longer her friend. Harry brushed it off, and gave Hermione a smile when she returned to the table to help escort the first years to their rooms. Ron mumbled something under his breath then stood up to join her by the doorway. Harry followed in suit with the other students. Suddenly a voice rang from across the corridor.
"And if you look over there you'll see our new Head Girl, Hermione Granger, who happens to be in alliance with our backstabbing sorry excuse for a Slytherin Head Boy, Draco Malfoy. You don't have to do anything they say, listen to me and the other Prefects." Harry looked over to see Millicent Bulstrode pointing at Hermione.
"Shut up, Bulstrode." Malfoy sneered and put his wand to her throat.
"Draco, don't! She's not worth it." Hermione called out and rushed over to the scene. Ron smacked his forehead with his hand, then looked at Harry.
"You stay with the first years, I'll go." Harry told him. He chased after Hermione.
"You can't tell me what to do." Millicent snarled back at Malfoy.
"I believe he can, Miss Bulstrode. He is after all Head Boy. Students must listen to him as long as he's enforcing already instated rules, and if I hear you directing the students to do otherwise I will be in the unfortunate position to evaluate your ability to serve as Prefect." Dumbledore calmly stated as he walked out of the Great Hall. Harry and Hermione turned around. Malfoy lowered his wand, and Millicent just glared at him.
"I'm sorry, sir." Malfoy apologized, coolly to Dumbledore.
"Quite all right, Mr. Malfoy. Now I believe you all have duties to attend to. Harry, may I speak with you for a moment?"
"Sure."
Harry watched as Hermione went back over to Ron and nervous first years. Malfoy and the other Slytherins were already headed in the opposite direction. He followed Dumbledore up to his office, and sat down across from the desk.
"I'm sure by now you know the situation with the prophecy. I do have to ask that you continue searching for information on Gillium. I have sent Tonks out to ask around and research the masses to see what, if anything, she can find out. You mustn't focus on the prophecy Harry. That is of utmost importance. The Order is doing all they can to keep you safe. We're trying to pin point any clues that will lead to a possible specific date, and I promise I will let you know the moment we've discovered anything. Most importantly, you must focus on your schoolwork. Last term's grade were significantly lower than usual. Professor McGonagall informed me a while ago that it is your ambition to become an Auror once you leave Hogwarts. That type of position will require you to excel high in your grades. I assume that Miss Granger will help you if the need be. I feel you'd make a most excellent Auror, Harry. This doesn't mean that you will be given any special privileges once you leave the school though. Talk to Nymphadora about what will be required once you leave. She and Moody are your best assets." Dumbledore told him. Harry nodded.
"Also, I ask that you do not act any differently towards Mr. Malfoy than you already do. He's not as aware of the situation as Miss Granger has become, and it's best that he doesn't suspect anything. I've given her firm instructions not to mention it to him. He knows no more than Voldemort does, and for now, I would like to keep it that way." continued Dumbledore. Harry nodded again.
"That is all, Harry. You may go. I'll call on you again soon." Harry noted Dumbledore's smile, and returned it with one of his own.
He nodded for a third time and stood up. He didn't quite believe Dumbledore about calling on him as soon as they had information. He'd told Harry this many times before, and it always seemed as if he was the last one to know. Harry made his way back to Gryffindor tower. The castle was calm again, and the noise of the students had ceased with their retirement into their quarters. He stopped at the Portrait Hole. The Fat Lady smiled down at him.
"Password?" she asked. It dawned on Harry just then, that he didn't know the new password. He thought of knocking, but felt that would be rather silly. Chances are no one would be able to hear him. He looked back up at the painting.
"Er... I don't know it."
"All right then, Harry. I'll let you in this once, being this your last year here. But don't tell anyone, and don't expect it to happen again." she lectured and swung open.
He sighed with relief and thanked her. Hermione was sitting by the fire, with Crookshanks in her lap. Ron was sitting across from her. He could tell by the looks on their faces they were arguing again.
"I just don't understand why you have to stick up for him. You didn't stick up for him in a crowd of people when you were dating him before." complained Ron.
"Things are different now. Everyone knows, and he needs me Ron."
"Yeah, and we need you too Hermione."
"Ron..." she said, exasperated. Harry sat down next to her and scratched under Crookshanks' ears.
"What did Dumbledore want?" asked Ron, obviously forgetting the argument.
"Just to warn me not to mention the prophecy to Malfoy... oh and to lecture me on how my grades need to improve if I want to become an Auror." he rolled his eyed.
"Ugh!" Hermione stood up, leaving Crookshanks in Harry's lap. She went over to the bulletin board and tore off a piece of paper. She stomped back over to Ron and Harry and threw the paper into the fire.
"What was that?" Harry asked.
"I told Fred not to advertise in here. We're going to have enough trouble trying to keep the Slytherin's and Gryffindor's from killing each other. We don't need to add their products to the battle." she leaned back into the couch and sighed, closing her eyes.
"I guess things are back to normal." Ron shrugged.
"Well, mostly normal anyway." added Harry. Harry caught the smile that had snuck its way onto Hermione's face.
A/N: Ack! Short and took forever to get up, I know I know. Why didn't anyone tell me that RP was addicting??? I joined one (a livejournal community called acciohogwarts, shameless plug, join if you're interested. I'm Pansy over there). Anyway, my fan fictions have suffered from it, and I'm sorry. I kept myself up all night to get this up for my devoted readers. While RPing, dying my hair (was supposed to be red, which my roots now are but the black didn't change like it was supposed to now I look like a Weasley trying to be a Slytherin.), obsessing over the new show LOST (mm Dom), and waiting to see if I've been accepted into HogwartsElite. Anyway, as you can tell I've been busy, but here it is. The first chapter of my new story is half written and I hope to have it up sometime this weekend, but no promises. I also half the beginning to the last chapter of this story written, but don't worry, that's not until much later :) ANYWAY, if you read please review. I cherish you guys.