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Chapter 6
Harry had been sitting there by Erica holding her hair for a while. He hadn't known what provoked it. He just felt that she needed it, not to mention he wanted it. Gee, she confused him. "Harry," he was brought out of his mental torment by her voice, "are you ok?" Look at her, and she is asking him if he's ok. She had stopped heaving and he dropped her hair.
"Yea, I'm ok. Are you?"
"Yea, I'll be ok. I just didn't like Voldemort's thoughts. He was too set on blood and killing. He wants you dead Harry. He wants you to die slowly though. I saw some of his past kills," she said sheepishly looking up at him hoping he would understand. He was obviously thickheaded at this hour of the day so she had to tell him, "Your parents Harry," and tears appeared in her eyes. "I saw him try to kill you too. Your mum loved you too much though she saved you. Sorry, I was reading your thoughts there for a sec."
Harry's mind wandered to Cedric and Sirius, "Who are they? Who was the boy that he killed in that graveyard? Who was the man that fell through the arch Harry? I know you know them. The man is the reason you are always depressed. Are they Cedric and Sirius? Dam it, I read your mind again. I'm sorry," she said turning away.
"It's ok Erica," tears appeared in his eyes, "I know you don't really have any control."
"Harry, that dream was meant for you. Why was I in it? He wanted to torment you. I ruined it."
"Maybe it was the empathy thing. I read in one of the books I looked in that if a feeling was strong enough it could be felt even across the world. That has to be it."
"Of course. I feel so dirty Harry. Like he defiled my mind. All I could feel for a while was a thirst for blood. It was disgusting. I saw people being torn to shreds, being decapitated, and everything else you can imagine. I even saw him killing you once," tears started streaming down her face, "I was so scared Harry. I don't ever want him in my mind again. Voldemort disgusts me. I would die before I let him kill you Harry. The world depends on you. I would rather die than let the world's only chance of victory be killed," he took her into a hug thought he was disappointed that she thought of him as an object for a second.
"I know how you are feeling, Erica. I felt dirty when he found that he could use me to get what he wants. He would enter my dreams and show me things. When he showed me Mr. Weasley, I was the thing that hurt him. I was him. I was disgusted with myself for a while."
"Thanks Harry."
"For what?"
"Everything, being my friend, understanding."
"You don't have to thank me, Erica," he said with a reassuring smile.
She smiled her old charming smile, "I'm tired again. I'm going to get some more sleep before our big D.A. meeting."
"Alright, remember we are both the teachers. We assist each other."
"Kay, maybe we should go over plans for the meeting. What we should go over and such."
"Why didn't I think of that?"
"You're not as organized as me," she said smugly.
"Whatever, let's just get back to sleep," he went and curled up in a bed near hers. Erica did the same in her bed but she first said a cleansing charm to the trashcan. Madam Pomfrey would make her stay later if she found it with the aftermath of her purging. She would question too, Erica just felt that she could not know of the dream. Erica was soon sleeping peacefully with Harry so close.
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Erica and Harry woke up later that day when their friends walked into the infirmary looking for Harry. They spent most of their time before the meeting up in the common room with the girls finishing homework with Hermione and Voula while the boys played chess. At four they left the common room and headed for their meeting in the Room Of Requirement.
When Erica entered the room she was amazed at how many books there were along the walls on defense against the dark arts and every thing else they might need. She picked up one of the many Dark Detectors in the room, a Sneakoscope, and saw that it looked very old. People slowly filed into the room, 'A fairly large group for an even larger room,' she thought, by five they had started the meeting.
"Ready Erica?" she nodded and Harry spoke to his people, "Ok, everybody, first things first. This is Erica; she is going to be my assistant. She will be walking around helping you guys fix things and such. Erica is just as capable as me to help, if not more so. Please, do what she says, thank you. Now Erica, would you like to go over your plans?"
"Certainly Harry. The first thing we will be doing is going over last years activities, for those who were not here, or those who just need it," she glanced at Neville, "The Patronous, for instance, will need some brushing up on. This meeting we will just be reviewing. Next time we will be starting on some new hexes. We will eventually be doing N.E.W.T. level magic. So first find a partner. We will now practice disarming your partner. Remember how you say the spell is important. Shall we demonstrate Harry?"
Harry and Erica stood face to face. "Expelliarmus!" Harry had yelled it just a split second before her and his wand flew out of his hand.
"Alright now lets practice in our pairs," everyone went and paired up and soon the room was filled with yells of 'Expelliarmus'. Harry walked up to Erica.
"That was great. This is going to be a hectic year. At least this year I have an assistant for the club. Thanks, by the way."
"Oh, it's no problem really. I need something else to do other than homework anyways. Looks like Neville just accidentally banished Voula, Ouch. Guess we better start walking around."
"Yeah, lets go."
The meeting seemed to go on forever. They had practiced disarming, the Patronous, banishing, and even 'Petrificus Totalus'. Erica still thought their Patronous' needed work but for students to even be able to produce a faint image outside the presence of a dementor was a large achievement. Erica looked down at her charmed wristwatch and was amazed at the time. "Harry! It's eight fifty-five! Don't we have to be in the common Room at nine?"
"Damn!" he grabbed a whistle off of a shelf next to him, she had not seen it there before, and blew it. The room soon silenced. "Alright, everybody! This concludes the meeting! You all have five minutes to get back to your common rooms unseen!! We will see you all next time!" The members of Dumbledore's Army then all quickly filed out to get to their houses as quickly as they could.
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Five minutes later; that's how long it took for them to clean the room; Harry, Erica, Hermione, and Ron were rushing to the common room when they ran into Professor McGonagall in the hallway. "What are you doing out of bounds after hour! Well! Speak up!"
They were all shocked. This was all they needed, a detention so early in the year. This was going to ruin Erica's permanent record!! She wouldn't let that happen. She had heard stories of detention here and how Filch fantasized about hanging students by their ears and such. Erica would just have to fake herself out of it. Erica fell to her knees in front of McGonagall, covered her face with her hands, and just started to sob. Not just any sob, a really, really loud sob. McGonagall's face contorted in worry. "Oh! What's wrong dear?" She knelt down, signs of worry showing on her face.
"Nothing really, Professor. I was just a bit woozy a few minutes ago. The feelings, I felt a bit overloaded again. Oh, no, not like last time. Someone was feeling really depressed earlier though and it got to me," she whimpered a bit, "They were with me when I broke down. We were headed back to the common room. I swear we were Professor. I told them to leave me, that it wasn't worth being late, but they wouldn't. I'm sorry Professor, truly I am. They just got me calmed down about a minute ago miss. Please, if you are going to give anyone a detention, don't give it to them. I'm the one who deserves a detetion as I was the reason they are late for being devoted friends," Erica was still sobbing, though she stopped talking. 'This has got to work,' she was thinking, 'McGonagall would surely be more worried about me than us being late.'
Minerva was speechless, what could she say to that? The girl was after all a known untrained empath, and it was in her new friends' natures to be caring about a friend but, what to do? "You poor, poor dear," she pulled Erica into a hug which was readily received, "Do not worry, no one shall receive detention. Hurry up now, to your common rooms and, dear, do get some rest. You have classes tomorrow. Now, go on. Good night." With that she turned and gracefully went down the corridor. They all watched as she went out of sight and then they headed quickly to their dormitories.
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When they reached the common room she somehow ended up in Hermione's arms, "What was that? Was that even half true Erica?," Hermione asked with concern evident in her voice, "I mean I know that some of it wasn't but, what about the other parts? Were you feeling-"
Erica cut her off before she got too riled up, "Don't worry Hermione, it was all just one big fib," seeing that her friends were still a bit pessimistic she exclaimed, "I swear! I just did not want a detention after all of your guys' horror stories, though, I highly doubt they would send us all into the Forbidden Forest after your first year experiences," she said with a bright smile.
Ron's jaw was hung open wide with disbelief, "That was bloody brilliant."
She smiled even wider, "Thanks Ron. I have never done anything like that before. Maybe we should create a drama club here, that would be fun, though people would learn the fine arts of my trade," she tossed back her hair sarcastically and laughed, "Why don't we just forget about that now?"
Harry looked at her, "That seemed so real. How did you do it? You had me scared for a bit there. I thought you were really crying, till you started to lie. I was worried you might pass out again."
"No, I would never have taken it that far. There would have been no evidence of a reasonable faint after McGonagall took me to the hospital wing and I would have been in deep trouble. There is also the matter of a guilty conscience,"
Erica and Harry looked around at the group and Hermione felt that they needed to talk, "Hey, Ron, Voula, Why don't we go study for transfiguration."
Ron was completely dumfounded, "but, Hermione, we are complementing Erica on her accomplishment if you have not noticed."
She grabbed Ron by the wrist and yanked him by it, "Just come on, Ron." Soon Erica and Harry were alone in a corner.
Erica spoke first, "Harry, can I ask you about the dream?"
Harry hesitated. She had mentioned his parents and someone falling through an arch earlier. She had also said something about a boy dieing in a graveyard. He was almost a hundred percent sure that he knew who those people were, and wasn't so sure he wanted to talk about it yet. He knew that if he said yes that any questions might be directly related to them or might lead to them. Harry told himself to say no. He simply was not ready. 'Say no. No. It's easy enough in my mind. No. No. I will not talk about them.' "Yes." 'Damn my uncooperative mouth! Why do I even bother? I would never be able to deny her anything. She has me under a spell. Why oh why do I have to be so stupid? Does anyone else find it so easy to trust this girl?'
"Great, Harry. You don't have to if you don't want to. I don't want to force you to talk to me about it. Please don't feel like I'm trying to force you."
"No, I want to," and he realized he truly did. He hadn't wanted to talk all summer. Not even with Ron or Hermione, his best friends. This was all too weird. "What do you want to know?"
Erica sat down on a love seat along the wall and curled her legs underneath her then patted the seat next to her and Harry sat down looking at her. 'Why am I staring at her legs,' he wondered then saw his flaw of ways then looked at her face. Straight into those "stunning blue eyes" she had mentioned days ago.
"Well, I was thinking, why was my forehead hurting before the dream?"
He had been so worried that it would have been something much more complex and harder to talk about. "Oh, just that? Well, that's easy. When Voldemort tried to kill me as a child, he obviously didn't succeed, he left me with this scar. When he tries to make me see something, the scar hurts, really badly. Since you are an empath, you must have felt my pain. Sorry about that."
"Oh, don't be sorry, Harry. It's not your fault."
"I'm the one with this ugly scar. It's my fault that you were in pain."
"Stop it Harry. Your scar is not ugly. In fact, I find it a bit distinguished, cute even," she gave him a charming smile, "And, again, it's not your fault. You could not do anything about it when you were only a year old. I didn't mind, really. I was just glad you were not hurt in the dream. Do not say anything more."
"Fine, do you have any more questions?"
"Yes, I do. I am going to wait for those a bit though."
"Alright. I'm going to go to bed. See ya later Erica," he said and stood up but had not turned around before Erica took him into a big hug and whispered into his ear.
"Whenever you need to talk, Harry. I know how you feel. Just find me if you need to talk. I'll drop whatever I'm doing and listen," she kissed him on the cheek and ran up to her dormitory.
Harry felt his cheeks flush as soon as he saw her moving to peck them. He was frozen in the place he was standing as he watched her retreat up the stairs to her room. Why was it such a big deal? She knew how he felt? 'But, she doesn't. oh, wait, yes she does. She's an empath, stupid. How could you be so dumb? Sitting there the whole time hoping she doesn't ask you about Sirius' death when she was right there the whole time! She knew what you were thinking! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!' After reprimanding himself mentally for a bit he retreated to his dormitory.
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Wow, I like this. Tell me what you all think! R and R!!! Was it a bit short? Sorry, if it was, I had to cut it off there. This is getting to be fun!! *Almost visually glowing with victory and pride* I was so excited when I checked my emails this morning!!! It fueled me to finish this chapter!! So thanks for the great reviews!! I'm glad you all think it's so good!! I'll try to get the next chap out quick!!! If you want to see anything in future please tell me! I will try to write it in! ;) Ideas! Ideas! Ideas! I had to repeat that 3 times. I like it better that way :) (lol, please excuse my hyperness!) Wow, I'm scaring me. I think I will get to writing the next chap. This is taking on a life of its own, lol.
~Esgalhothwen~
Thanks to:
Dracozdesire - Lol thanks I'm glad that I have you so enthralled! Hope this is soon enough! *^_^*
AEK - Lol, here's the next chap! Enjoy!
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Chapter 6
Harry had been sitting there by Erica holding her hair for a while. He hadn't known what provoked it. He just felt that she needed it, not to mention he wanted it. Gee, she confused him. "Harry," he was brought out of his mental torment by her voice, "are you ok?" Look at her, and she is asking him if he's ok. She had stopped heaving and he dropped her hair.
"Yea, I'm ok. Are you?"
"Yea, I'll be ok. I just didn't like Voldemort's thoughts. He was too set on blood and killing. He wants you dead Harry. He wants you to die slowly though. I saw some of his past kills," she said sheepishly looking up at him hoping he would understand. He was obviously thickheaded at this hour of the day so she had to tell him, "Your parents Harry," and tears appeared in her eyes. "I saw him try to kill you too. Your mum loved you too much though she saved you. Sorry, I was reading your thoughts there for a sec."
Harry's mind wandered to Cedric and Sirius, "Who are they? Who was the boy that he killed in that graveyard? Who was the man that fell through the arch Harry? I know you know them. The man is the reason you are always depressed. Are they Cedric and Sirius? Dam it, I read your mind again. I'm sorry," she said turning away.
"It's ok Erica," tears appeared in his eyes, "I know you don't really have any control."
"Harry, that dream was meant for you. Why was I in it? He wanted to torment you. I ruined it."
"Maybe it was the empathy thing. I read in one of the books I looked in that if a feeling was strong enough it could be felt even across the world. That has to be it."
"Of course. I feel so dirty Harry. Like he defiled my mind. All I could feel for a while was a thirst for blood. It was disgusting. I saw people being torn to shreds, being decapitated, and everything else you can imagine. I even saw him killing you once," tears started streaming down her face, "I was so scared Harry. I don't ever want him in my mind again. Voldemort disgusts me. I would die before I let him kill you Harry. The world depends on you. I would rather die than let the world's only chance of victory be killed," he took her into a hug thought he was disappointed that she thought of him as an object for a second.
"I know how you are feeling, Erica. I felt dirty when he found that he could use me to get what he wants. He would enter my dreams and show me things. When he showed me Mr. Weasley, I was the thing that hurt him. I was him. I was disgusted with myself for a while."
"Thanks Harry."
"For what?"
"Everything, being my friend, understanding."
"You don't have to thank me, Erica," he said with a reassuring smile.
She smiled her old charming smile, "I'm tired again. I'm going to get some more sleep before our big D.A. meeting."
"Alright, remember we are both the teachers. We assist each other."
"Kay, maybe we should go over plans for the meeting. What we should go over and such."
"Why didn't I think of that?"
"You're not as organized as me," she said smugly.
"Whatever, let's just get back to sleep," he went and curled up in a bed near hers. Erica did the same in her bed but she first said a cleansing charm to the trashcan. Madam Pomfrey would make her stay later if she found it with the aftermath of her purging. She would question too, Erica just felt that she could not know of the dream. Erica was soon sleeping peacefully with Harry so close.
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Erica and Harry woke up later that day when their friends walked into the infirmary looking for Harry. They spent most of their time before the meeting up in the common room with the girls finishing homework with Hermione and Voula while the boys played chess. At four they left the common room and headed for their meeting in the Room Of Requirement.
When Erica entered the room she was amazed at how many books there were along the walls on defense against the dark arts and every thing else they might need. She picked up one of the many Dark Detectors in the room, a Sneakoscope, and saw that it looked very old. People slowly filed into the room, 'A fairly large group for an even larger room,' she thought, by five they had started the meeting.
"Ready Erica?" she nodded and Harry spoke to his people, "Ok, everybody, first things first. This is Erica; she is going to be my assistant. She will be walking around helping you guys fix things and such. Erica is just as capable as me to help, if not more so. Please, do what she says, thank you. Now Erica, would you like to go over your plans?"
"Certainly Harry. The first thing we will be doing is going over last years activities, for those who were not here, or those who just need it," she glanced at Neville, "The Patronous, for instance, will need some brushing up on. This meeting we will just be reviewing. Next time we will be starting on some new hexes. We will eventually be doing N.E.W.T. level magic. So first find a partner. We will now practice disarming your partner. Remember how you say the spell is important. Shall we demonstrate Harry?"
Harry and Erica stood face to face. "Expelliarmus!" Harry had yelled it just a split second before her and his wand flew out of his hand.
"Alright now lets practice in our pairs," everyone went and paired up and soon the room was filled with yells of 'Expelliarmus'. Harry walked up to Erica.
"That was great. This is going to be a hectic year. At least this year I have an assistant for the club. Thanks, by the way."
"Oh, it's no problem really. I need something else to do other than homework anyways. Looks like Neville just accidentally banished Voula, Ouch. Guess we better start walking around."
"Yeah, lets go."
The meeting seemed to go on forever. They had practiced disarming, the Patronous, banishing, and even 'Petrificus Totalus'. Erica still thought their Patronous' needed work but for students to even be able to produce a faint image outside the presence of a dementor was a large achievement. Erica looked down at her charmed wristwatch and was amazed at the time. "Harry! It's eight fifty-five! Don't we have to be in the common Room at nine?"
"Damn!" he grabbed a whistle off of a shelf next to him, she had not seen it there before, and blew it. The room soon silenced. "Alright, everybody! This concludes the meeting! You all have five minutes to get back to your common rooms unseen!! We will see you all next time!" The members of Dumbledore's Army then all quickly filed out to get to their houses as quickly as they could.
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Five minutes later; that's how long it took for them to clean the room; Harry, Erica, Hermione, and Ron were rushing to the common room when they ran into Professor McGonagall in the hallway. "What are you doing out of bounds after hour! Well! Speak up!"
They were all shocked. This was all they needed, a detention so early in the year. This was going to ruin Erica's permanent record!! She wouldn't let that happen. She had heard stories of detention here and how Filch fantasized about hanging students by their ears and such. Erica would just have to fake herself out of it. Erica fell to her knees in front of McGonagall, covered her face with her hands, and just started to sob. Not just any sob, a really, really loud sob. McGonagall's face contorted in worry. "Oh! What's wrong dear?" She knelt down, signs of worry showing on her face.
"Nothing really, Professor. I was just a bit woozy a few minutes ago. The feelings, I felt a bit overloaded again. Oh, no, not like last time. Someone was feeling really depressed earlier though and it got to me," she whimpered a bit, "They were with me when I broke down. We were headed back to the common room. I swear we were Professor. I told them to leave me, that it wasn't worth being late, but they wouldn't. I'm sorry Professor, truly I am. They just got me calmed down about a minute ago miss. Please, if you are going to give anyone a detention, don't give it to them. I'm the one who deserves a detetion as I was the reason they are late for being devoted friends," Erica was still sobbing, though she stopped talking. 'This has got to work,' she was thinking, 'McGonagall would surely be more worried about me than us being late.'
Minerva was speechless, what could she say to that? The girl was after all a known untrained empath, and it was in her new friends' natures to be caring about a friend but, what to do? "You poor, poor dear," she pulled Erica into a hug which was readily received, "Do not worry, no one shall receive detention. Hurry up now, to your common rooms and, dear, do get some rest. You have classes tomorrow. Now, go on. Good night." With that she turned and gracefully went down the corridor. They all watched as she went out of sight and then they headed quickly to their dormitories.
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When they reached the common room she somehow ended up in Hermione's arms, "What was that? Was that even half true Erica?," Hermione asked with concern evident in her voice, "I mean I know that some of it wasn't but, what about the other parts? Were you feeling-"
Erica cut her off before she got too riled up, "Don't worry Hermione, it was all just one big fib," seeing that her friends were still a bit pessimistic she exclaimed, "I swear! I just did not want a detention after all of your guys' horror stories, though, I highly doubt they would send us all into the Forbidden Forest after your first year experiences," she said with a bright smile.
Ron's jaw was hung open wide with disbelief, "That was bloody brilliant."
She smiled even wider, "Thanks Ron. I have never done anything like that before. Maybe we should create a drama club here, that would be fun, though people would learn the fine arts of my trade," she tossed back her hair sarcastically and laughed, "Why don't we just forget about that now?"
Harry looked at her, "That seemed so real. How did you do it? You had me scared for a bit there. I thought you were really crying, till you started to lie. I was worried you might pass out again."
"No, I would never have taken it that far. There would have been no evidence of a reasonable faint after McGonagall took me to the hospital wing and I would have been in deep trouble. There is also the matter of a guilty conscience,"
Erica and Harry looked around at the group and Hermione felt that they needed to talk, "Hey, Ron, Voula, Why don't we go study for transfiguration."
Ron was completely dumfounded, "but, Hermione, we are complementing Erica on her accomplishment if you have not noticed."
She grabbed Ron by the wrist and yanked him by it, "Just come on, Ron." Soon Erica and Harry were alone in a corner.
Erica spoke first, "Harry, can I ask you about the dream?"
Harry hesitated. She had mentioned his parents and someone falling through an arch earlier. She had also said something about a boy dieing in a graveyard. He was almost a hundred percent sure that he knew who those people were, and wasn't so sure he wanted to talk about it yet. He knew that if he said yes that any questions might be directly related to them or might lead to them. Harry told himself to say no. He simply was not ready. 'Say no. No. It's easy enough in my mind. No. No. I will not talk about them.' "Yes." 'Damn my uncooperative mouth! Why do I even bother? I would never be able to deny her anything. She has me under a spell. Why oh why do I have to be so stupid? Does anyone else find it so easy to trust this girl?'
"Great, Harry. You don't have to if you don't want to. I don't want to force you to talk to me about it. Please don't feel like I'm trying to force you."
"No, I want to," and he realized he truly did. He hadn't wanted to talk all summer. Not even with Ron or Hermione, his best friends. This was all too weird. "What do you want to know?"
Erica sat down on a love seat along the wall and curled her legs underneath her then patted the seat next to her and Harry sat down looking at her. 'Why am I staring at her legs,' he wondered then saw his flaw of ways then looked at her face. Straight into those "stunning blue eyes" she had mentioned days ago.
"Well, I was thinking, why was my forehead hurting before the dream?"
He had been so worried that it would have been something much more complex and harder to talk about. "Oh, just that? Well, that's easy. When Voldemort tried to kill me as a child, he obviously didn't succeed, he left me with this scar. When he tries to make me see something, the scar hurts, really badly. Since you are an empath, you must have felt my pain. Sorry about that."
"Oh, don't be sorry, Harry. It's not your fault."
"I'm the one with this ugly scar. It's my fault that you were in pain."
"Stop it Harry. Your scar is not ugly. In fact, I find it a bit distinguished, cute even," she gave him a charming smile, "And, again, it's not your fault. You could not do anything about it when you were only a year old. I didn't mind, really. I was just glad you were not hurt in the dream. Do not say anything more."
"Fine, do you have any more questions?"
"Yes, I do. I am going to wait for those a bit though."
"Alright. I'm going to go to bed. See ya later Erica," he said and stood up but had not turned around before Erica took him into a big hug and whispered into his ear.
"Whenever you need to talk, Harry. I know how you feel. Just find me if you need to talk. I'll drop whatever I'm doing and listen," she kissed him on the cheek and ran up to her dormitory.
Harry felt his cheeks flush as soon as he saw her moving to peck them. He was frozen in the place he was standing as he watched her retreat up the stairs to her room. Why was it such a big deal? She knew how he felt? 'But, she doesn't. oh, wait, yes she does. She's an empath, stupid. How could you be so dumb? Sitting there the whole time hoping she doesn't ask you about Sirius' death when she was right there the whole time! She knew what you were thinking! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!' After reprimanding himself mentally for a bit he retreated to his dormitory.
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Wow, I like this. Tell me what you all think! R and R!!! Was it a bit short? Sorry, if it was, I had to cut it off there. This is getting to be fun!! *Almost visually glowing with victory and pride* I was so excited when I checked my emails this morning!!! It fueled me to finish this chapter!! So thanks for the great reviews!! I'm glad you all think it's so good!! I'll try to get the next chap out quick!!! If you want to see anything in future please tell me! I will try to write it in! ;) Ideas! Ideas! Ideas! I had to repeat that 3 times. I like it better that way :) (lol, please excuse my hyperness!) Wow, I'm scaring me. I think I will get to writing the next chap. This is taking on a life of its own, lol.
~Esgalhothwen~
Thanks to:
Dracozdesire - Lol thanks I'm glad that I have you so enthralled! Hope this is soon enough! *^_^*
AEK - Lol, here's the next chap! Enjoy!
The Chia Rhino - I can't wait! Take your time! *^_^* Happy Belated Birthday!!