The Philosopher's Stone
The days seemed to go by quicker during the exams. Everything seemed normal and Harry dismissed his thought about stealing the Stone, it was crazy. After their very last exam in History of Magic, they were free. Free for a whole wonderful week until the results came back.
"I needn't have learned about the whole Werewolf Code of Conduct," Hermione said. "Or the uprising of Elfric the Eager for that matter."
"Werewolf Code of Conduct?" Harry asked. "Like the Litany? You learned the whole Litany?"
"But I really didn't have to, it was all about the wizards who invented self-stirring cauldrons. It was actually quite refreshing." Hermione said.
"Speak for yourself," Ron said as they sat down under a tree by the lake. "You could look more cheerful, Harry. We've got about a week before we know how horribly we did. No need to worry just yet..." Harry was rubbing his forehead.
"It's not that," he said. "I just wish I knew why my scar keeps hurting."
"Maybe you should go to Madam Pomfrey," Hermione suggested.
"No, I don't think I'm ill or anything. It's just, I think there's something bad coming..."
"Relax, Harry. Everything's all right, the Stone's okay, there aren't as many you-know-what's around here anymore --"
"Why aren't there anymore..." Hermione tried to think of a word, "Garou around?"
"Because they're all either celebrating the summer or going through their own exams right about now." Harry said. "Oh, that's what I forgotten! Exams at the caves... I'll have to do the whole year in a few weeks during the summer..."
"Harry, you'll do fine. Plus, what do they have exams there for? Drinking and fighting?" Ron asked.
"Actually, more 'Brewing' and 'Combat', along with speciality classes and learning about the twelve sagas of the Fianna..." Harry sighed. "I'm going to have to learn all of that this summer..." Suddenly, another flash of pain went through his scar. "Ouch," he said, his hand flying up to his forehead. "Something bad is definitely close." he said.
"Hey, Harry." Harry turned around to see Fi standing behind him.
"Well we know where the pain is coming from," he said dryly. "How'd you manage to get down here?"
"Torra finally found the secret ingredient to make bones regrow." Fi said. "There are conflicting reports of what it actually is though,"
"Where's Felan?" Harry asked.
"He left for his 'Daddo's farm two days ago." Fi explained.
"You guys already done with the examinations?"
"Well, they had to postpone fighting because a lot of girls aren't in the condition, and some of the boys have broken bones that aren't good for it at all. Anatomy's been torture, they're making us write notes like anything. Philodox training hasn't been so bad, Wheeden's certainly gone a bit daft since he found out his thirteen-year-old daughter's not in the fighting condition either." She said, starting to itch the back of her neck.
"Fighting condition?" Ron asked.
"She's... well, let's just say she's eating for two now. Well, Torra says it's more like three, but she could be wrong..."
"So Felan left for his Grandpa's?" Harry asked, trying to change the subject.
"He's coming back next month and if he dies, he's specified that I'm not allowed near his collection of toy soldiers and his room is going to his mom." Fi said. "What about you?"
"Everything seems fine," Harry said. Fi hissed and scratched at her arm ferociously.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked. Harry watched her for a few seconds before scooting away.
"Fi, when was the last time a feral wolf came to visit?" he asked. She shrugged.
"I don't know, two weeks ago. I still had a broken leg though,"
"Fi, you've got fleas." Harry said. "Hey, did you touch Felan's toy soldier collection?"
"I don't think that's the point here," Fi said, trying to reach her back.
"No, it is the point. He traps his toy soldier box with flea eggs while he's gone," Harry said.
"How do you know?" Fi asked.
"Because this happened three years ago, remember?" Harry asked. Fi thought for a moment.
"Oh yeah," she said. "I got to go!" She hopped up and ran to the castle.
"Where's she going?" Ron asked.
"Probably to take a shower," Harry said. "That's usually what gets rid of them for her. Dee's not like that though. She once got fleas and had to have her head shaved, she got really mad, then she got drunk and started spilling all the secrets she'd been holding. Wait a minute,"
"What?" Ron asked. Harry turned towards them and scooted back in.
"People get drunk, they start rabbiting things they're not supposed to talk about. And, does anyone else think that Hagrid already sort of tells people a lot that they're not supposed to know?" Harry asked.
"That's true," Hermione said. "And he does tend to go out for pick-me-ups,"
"And Snape knows that he's the one that brought in the dog, so what if Hagrid's on the piss and he's so drunk he doesn't know that he's telling this secret information?" Harry asked.
"So Snape might have been there when he was talking about the dog?" Ron asked. "That's a bit of a stretch,"
"But it's possible." Harry said. "Let's ask him," he said, getting up and starting to walk over.
"But won't it seem a bit obvious?" Hermione asked, catching up along with Ron. "Us just asking him if he's told anyone about the dog?"
"We'll break out the brandy, see if it's obvious then," Harry said, starting to sprint across the grounds. Hagrid was sitting in a chair outside of his house, shelling peas with his trousersand sleeves rolled up.
"Hullo," he said, smiling. "Finished yer exams? Got time fer a drink?"
"We're in a bit of a hurry," Harry said. "I've got to ask you something. Do you ever talk to people at the pub?"
"'Course I do," Hagrid said. "Rich, int'resting folk down at the Hog's Head,"
"Do you they ever ask you about your job here?" Harry asked.
"Might come up," Hagrid said, frowning. "Sometimes,"
"Do you ever talk about the three-headed dog?" Harry asked. Hagrid looked at him suspiciously.
"What are you going on about now? You're not still on about Fluffy, are you?"
"It has a name?" Harry blurted. "Anyways, do you ever talk about Fluffy?"
"It came up with one feller. Asked me about the sorta creatures I look after.... young bloke, seemed real interested in a career in handling animals. I told him, after something like Fluffy, yeh could handle anything." Hagrid said.
"Did he seem interested in Fluffy?" Harry asked.
"Well -- yeah -- how many three-headed dogs do you meet? Even in around here. I told him Fluffy's a piece of cake, you just need to know how to calm 'im, jus' play a bit of music and he falls straight to sleep!"
Well that didn't need any bitter. Harry thought. Hagrid looked horrified.
"Shouldn'ta told yeh that!" he blurted out. "Forget I said it -- hey, where're you going?"
Without a word, Harry, Ron and Hermione ran to the entrance hall which seemed very gloomy and dark after being out in the sun.
"We've got to go see Dumbledore," Harry said. "Hagrid told a stranger how to get past Fluffy, and I'll bet the toy soldiers collection that that stranger was Snape or Voldemort,"
"What if Dumbledore doesn't believe us though?" Ron asked.
"He's got to, we've almost got some very good proof," Harry said. "Just -- where's Dumbledore's office?" They looked around, hoping to see a sign that might point them there. They had never been told where Dumbledore lived, and no one they knew had ever been there.
"What are you doing inside?" a voice rang out across the hall. It was Professor McGonagall, carrying a large pile of books.
"We need to see Professor Dumbledore," Hermione said, rather bravely, Harry thought.
"See Professor Dumbledore?" McGonagall repeated, as if this were a very strange thing to do. "Why?" she asked.
"It's... private," Harry said. Professor McGonagall's nostrils flared.
"Professor Dumbledore left ten minutes ago," she said coldly. "He recieved an urgent owl from the Ministry of Magic and flew off for London at once."
"He's gone?" Ron asked. "Now?"
"Is your question more important than the Ministry of Magic, Weasley?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"Look," Harry said. "We need to talk to Professor Dumbledore quickly, it's about --- it's about the Philosopher's Stone --" the books in Professor McGonagall's hands tumbled out of her arms, but she didn't go to pick them up.
"How do you know--?"
"We think that Sn-- someone is trying to steal it. We really need to talk to him!" Harry said.
"Professor Dumbledore will be back tomorrow," she said. "I don't know how you found out about the Stone, but be rest assured, it is very safe."
"But Professor--"
"Potter, I do believe I know what I'm talking about. I suggest you all go outside and enjoy the sunshine."
They didn't.
It turned out, Harry's idea of stealing the Stone seemed quite sane now.
"It has to be tonight, Snape has everything he needs and now he has Dumbledore out of his way. I bet he sent that note to Dumbledore too," Harry said, once McGonagall was out of earshot.
"But what are we--"
"Good afternoon," came a smooth voice. Harry and Ron turned around to see Professor Snape standing behind them. "Now, what would three young Gryffindors be doing inside on a day like this?" he asked. Harry was about to answer when he realized he had nothing to say. "You'll want to be more careful," said Snape. "Someone might think you were up to something," Harry gulped. They turned to go outside, but Snape called after them.
"Be warned, Potter --- any more nighttime wanderings and I will see to it personally that you are expelled!" He walked off in the direction of the staffroom. When they were out on the stone steps, Harry turned to the others.
"Okay, this is what we have to do. Hermione, you keep an eye on Snape. If he catches you near the staffroom... make something up,"
"Okay," Hermione nodded.
"Ron and I will stay outside the third-floor corridor, just in case someone tries to get past Fluffy." Harry said. But that part of the plan didn't work exactly as he'd planned. When they got to the entrance to the third-floor corridor, McGonagall appeared again; and this time, she was angry.
"I suppose you think you're harder than the enchantments put up! Well, if I see you near here again, I'll take points from Gryffindor!" she screeched.
"Well, at least Hermione's on Snape's tail," said Harry once they'd gotten back to the common room. The common room was deserted, everyone was down at dinner except for Ron and Harry it seemed. That was when...
"AAAAAARGH!" Marlaina came tumbling down the girl's staircase and landed on the floor. She looked up the stairs. "You!" she hissed.
"Marlaina?" Harry asked. Marlaina whipped around.
"Oh, you." She said. "Talk to Fi," Fi came walking down the stairs.
"Oh, you," she said when she saw Harry. "Don't you have dinner or something?"
"What happened?" Ron asked.
"Marlaina was stealing," Fi said.
"Was not!" Marlaina yelled. "I was returning,"
"'Course, stuff you stole!" Fi retorted. "And plus, you're the one who started it."
"Did not!" Marlaina said.
"Yes you did, with the Bacchantes' Rage!" Fi exclaimed.
"Did it leave a mark?" Marlaina asked, grinning.
"To hell with you!"
"To hell with you!"
"Stop it!" Harry shouted, when Fi had grabbed Marlaina's long hair and Marlaina had her hands around Fi's throat.
"No, I want to watch this." Ron said.
"Ron, they're going to kill eachother," Harry whispered.
"Oh, well then. Yeah, stop it!" Ron yelled too.
"Okay, look," Harry started. "Both of you have to go back to the caves. If there's going to be any killing, I'd rather it be there!"
"Just what are you getting at?" Fi asked, letting go of Marlaina's hair. Marlaina also released her hold on Fi's neck.
"Are you saying that this dump is too good for a fight?" Marlaina inquired.
"Yes, that is exactly what I'm saying," Harry said. "Now go, or I'll--- I'll tell Torra who drank her last bottle of cherry-banana-jalepeño-flavored vodka." Harry could practically hear Fi flush. "And tell Trey who spread that rumor to those trampy Bone Gnawer girls that he wasn't into girls!" Marlaina's eyes widened.
"We're gone," Marlaina squeaked.
"Just say the word," Fi said.
"I'm saying the word," Harry growled. "And I don't want to see you, or any other Garou, anywhere near the school or I will do exactly as I said. Got it?"
"Got it," Fi nodded.
"It's been gotten," Marlaina said. They shuffled towards the portrait hole whispering in rapid Anharm, the werewolf language. Right before they got to the portrait hole, Harry heard Fi giggle.
"Harry," Ron started, "when you get mad, you get scary."
"I think I scared myself a bit too," Harry said, once the two girls were out of the common room. A few minutes later, the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open and Hermione climbed through the hole.
"I'm so sorry!" she wailed. "I was standing by the staffroom when Snape came out and asked me what I was doing there. I told him I was there to see Flitwick and he went to get him-- I only just got away!"
"So, guess that's it then," Harry muttered.
"What's it?" Ron asked.
"I'm going to steal the stone,"
"But you can't!" Hermione said.
"You're mad," Ron said.
"You don't understand. If Snape or Voldemort gets the Stone, then I'll be non-existant; and if I'm non-existant, it will start a load of things. Voldemort will come back to power, he'll kill everything he sees. The Fianna will wage war, the Red Talons will make an even bigger war. Muggles will die, wizards will die, werewolves will die-- which'll just make them start an even bigger war. Then on the other hand, if I get expelled and sent back to the Fianna, then it'll just be a little more time until Voldemort eventually gets me and will possibly wipe out the entire tribe-- which will make an even bigger war than that. So either way, there's war, there's dying; but at least this way I can try and stop it." Harry sighed.
"Okay, but you're not going alone," Ron said. Hermione nodded.
"We're coming with you," she agreed.
"But, it'll be dangerous," Harry said. "You might get expelled,"
"Not if I have anything to say about it," Hermione said darkly. "Flitwick told me in private that I got a hundred and twelve on his exam. They're not going to expel me after that."
After dinner, the three of them sat nervously in front of the fire. Every once in a while, Harry would look behind his shoulder to see how many people were still in the common room. Hermione was checking over her notes, presumably to find something that might come in handy to break the enchantments. Ron was staring tensely into the fire.
When the last person, Lee Jordan, finally left, Ron muttered to Harry, "Better go get the cloak." Harry nodded and went upstairs. He pulled his cloak from his trunk, then went back downstairs.
"We'd better put the cloak on here, so we can check if it covers everything." Harry said.
"What are you doing?" asked a voice. They whipped around to see Neville appearing from behind an armchair. He was clutching Trevor the toad, who looked as if he'd just been making another leap for freedom.
"Nothing, Neville. We're not doing anything," Harry said guiltily, he dropped the cloak.
"Yes you are, you're going out again!" Neville said. "Well, I won't let you! You'll get Gryffindor in trouble again!"
"Neville, we won't get anyone in trouble!" Harry said. "Just-- forget you ever saw us,"
"I won't let you go!" Neville said. "I-I'll fight you!" he raised his fists in what Harry supposed was a fighting position.
"Hermione, you're the smart one, do something!" Ron whispered.
"Neville, I'm really, really sorry about this." Hermione stepped forward and raised her wand. "Petrificus Totalus!" Neville's legs snapped together and his arms went to his side. He swayed for a moment, before falling over flat on his back.
Harry's own hand went to his mouth in surprise, he looked at Neville for a moment.
"That's pretty cool," he said smiling. Hermione glared at him. "In a not good way," Harry added.
"What did you do to him?" Ron asked.
"It's the Full Body-Bind," Hermione said miserably. "Oh Neville, I'm so sorry!"
"Let's go before anyone else pops out of armchairs," Ron muttered darkly as he stepped over Neville. Neville's eyes followed them as they donned the invisibility cloak and pushed the portrait hole open.
But leaving someone motionless in the common room did not seem like a very good omen. As they walked through the corridors, every shadow looked like Filch or Mrs. Norris, every breath of wind sounded like Peeves swooping down on them. Nonetheless, they managed to get to the third-floor corridor unseen.
"Are you guys sure about this?" Harry asked, as they paused in front of the door leading to Fluffy.
"Positive," Hermione said.
"You're sure? Because I understand if you'll go back, you can even take the cloak."
"We're going," Ron said firmly. Harry nodded and opened the door to Fluffy's room.
"What's that sound?" he asked.
"It's..." Hermione paused and listened. "A harp," she said. Indeed, inside of the room, a harp was standing up on it's own and playing. Fluffy was snoozing, all six eyes closed.
"The trap door is under it's paw," Ron said, pointing. "So who wants to go and lift it?" he asked. There was silence as the harp started playing the Sugar Plum Fairy dance.
"I'll get it," Harry said finally. He walked forward until he was standing in front of the three-headed dog. He hesitated slightly before bending down and lifting the huge paw up a little and away from the trap door. Ron and Hermione went to open the trap door.
"So, who's going down first?" Ron asked. There was another silence.
"Guess I'll go," Harry said. "I'll yell up if it's okay, if it's not... send an owl to Dumbledore," they nodded and Harry gulped. "Wish me luck," he dived.
He fell miles and miles into pitch-blackness. Cold air rushed past him as he dropped. Until... FLUMP.
Harry had landed on some sort of pillowy plant. He felt around as he tried to catch his breath, then called up.
"It's all right! You can come down!" Ron landed next to Harry, face down.
"What is this?" he asked.
"I don't know, some kind of plant-- but I'm really happy it's here." Harry said as Ron righted himself. The distant harp music stopped and Harry could hear Fluffy bark, but Hermione had already jumped. She landed on the other side of Harry.
"Wow, we must be miles under the school," she said in wonder.
"I know, lucky this plant thing's here," Ron said. Hermione looked around.
"Lucky?" she shrieked. "Look at the two of you!" She leapt up and struggled towards the wall as long, snake-like tendrils went after her. As for Harry and Ron, the long vines had already wrapped around their legs without them noticing.
Hermione managed to free herself from the plant and stood against the wall.
"Hermione! Help us!" Ron yelled.
"Be quiet, both of you! This plant is called Devil's Snare!"
"That's great, knowing what it's called is really going to help us!" Ron snarled.
"Shut up!" Harry said. Devil's Snare, where did he know that from. That's right, he thought, while trying to keep a long tentacle from wrapping around his neck, we were learning about it in class last year... Oh, what was Torra saying about it?... Mix with vodka. Damn it.
"I'm trying to remember what kills it!" Hermione said. "Devil's Snare, Devil's snare... it likes the dark and damp but not warmth,"
"So light a fire!" Harry bellowed.
"But there's no wood!" Hermione cried, wringing her hands.
"Have you gone mad?" Ron yelled. "ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?"
"Oh, right!" Hermione got out her wand and pointed it at the plant. She muttered a few words and bluebell flames shot out at the plant. Immediately, Harry felt the tendrils cringe away from him, allowing him and Ron to scramble up onto the ledge that Hermione was standing on. Harry leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath.
"Lucky you pay attention in Herbology, Hermione," Harry said.
"Yeah, and lucky Harry doesn't lose his head in a crisis," Ron muttered. "Seriously-- 'there's no fire',"
"Which way do we go now?" Hermione asked, ignoring Ron. Harry looked around, there was only one passageway that lead away from there.
"Guess down this way," he said, pointing. As they walked down the narrow passageway, all they could hear aside from their own footsteps was the slow trickling of water. After a few minutes, they reached a doorway. Harry opened it and they found themselves in a pitch-black room.
"Where are we?" Harry asked. Harry stepped inside carefully and the room suddenly lit up.
"Looks like... a chessboard," Ron said, looking around. Indeed, it was a chessboard. On their side were giant black chess pieces, and on the other side were strange, faceless white pieces. He went up to the knight. "Do we have to play to get across?" he asked. There was a loud, creaking sound as the knight nodded. "And we have to take the place of pieces, right?" he asked. The knight nodded again. "Okay, so..." Ron turned back around. "No offense, but you two aren't exactly the best chess players..."
"None taken," Harry said.
"Just tell us where to go," Hermione agreed.
"Great," Ron said. He thought for a moment. "Harry, you take the place of the bishop over there. Hermione, you go next to him as the castle."
"What about you?" Harry asked.
"I'm going to be a knight," Ron said determinedly. At that, the three chess pieces turned and walked off the board, leaving the spots free. Harry, Hermione and Ron quickly took those spots. "White goes first," Ron muttered. "Yes... there it is," one of the white pawns moved forward two spaces. "Harry, move four spaces diagonally," Ron ordered. Harry tried to keep his knees from trembling as he walked. What if they lost?
The first real shock was when their other knight was taken. The queen smashed him to the floor in a sort of 'No mercy; you get up, I'll just kick you back down' sort of way, then dragged him off the board. The white pieces continued to take many black pieces until there was a small huddle of them against the wall. Ron darted across the board, taking as many white pieces has they had taken.
"We're nearly there," he mumbled. "Just a few more moves... let me think--" he stopped suddenly. "Yes, it's the only way. I've got to be taken," he said.
"What? No!" Harry exclaimed.
"It's the only way, Harry!" Ron snapped. "That's just chess; you've got to make some sacrifices!"
"There's got to be another way!" Hermione said. There was no alternative.
"Look," Ron said. "I'm going to be taken, and after I am, Harry will be able to checkmate the king. When you've won, leave immediately. All right?" Harry and Hermione nodded solemnly. Ron move forward and the white queen pounced. She smacked his head with her large, stone hand and he crumpled to the ground.
"Ron!" Hermione shrieked, but stayed on her square. Harry took a deep breath and moved forward diagonally. He stopped when he was next to the king.
"Checkmate," he said. The king took off his crown and threw it at Harry's feet. "We've won, come on!" Harry yelled. Hermione hurried up to him, they took one last look at Ron lying on the floor, then walked through the doorway.
There was nothing very frightening in the next room, just a table with seven bottles and a piece of paper. When they were into the room, purple flames shot up, blocking the doorway; then a split second later, black flames shot up in the doorway leading on.
"So, how does this work?" Harry asked rhetorically. They went towards the table and looked at the paper.
Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,
Two of us will help you, whichever you would find,
One among us seven will let you move ahead,
Another will transport the drinker back instead,
Two among our number hold only nettle wine,
Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line.
Choose unless you wish to stay here forevermore,
To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four:
First, however slyly the poison tries to hide,
You will always find some on the nettle wine's left side;
Second, different are are those who stand on either end,
But if you would move onward, neither is your friend;
Third as you see clearly, all are different size,
Neither dwarf nor giant holds death on their insides;
Fourth, the second left and the second on the right
Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.
Hermione sighed and smiled. Harry looked at her incredulously, smiling was about the last thing on his mind.
"Brilliant," Hermione said. "This isn't magic, it's logic. It's a puzzle! A lot of great wizards haven't got an ounce of logic, they'd be stuck in here forever." Harry picked up one of the bottles curiously, uncorked it, and sniffed it.
"A lot of good werewolves would too," he said. "It doesn't smell like anything."
"Of course not," Hermione said. "Everything we need is here on the paper. Seven bottles, two are nettle wine, seven are poisons and seven will help us."
"But how do we know which one to drink?"
"Just give me a minute," Hermione read the paper several times. She pointed to a few of the bottles, muttered to herself and walked around them. At last she clapped her hands together. "I've got it!" she said proudly. "The smallest bottle will get us through the fire towards the Stone, and the round one will get us through the purple fire towards the purple fire."
"But there's only enough of the small bottle for one of us," Harry said. "That's hardly a swallow," They looked at eachother. "Hermione, I think you should go back," Harry decided. "Get Ron, go back up to the school and send an owl to Dumbledore immediately. We need him. I might be able to hold Snape off for a while, but not for long,"
"But, what if You-Know-Who's with him?" Hermione asked.
"Well, I was lucky once, right?" Harry pointed to his scar. "Maybe I'll get lucky again... who knows, maybe I'll get him drunk, then kill him."
"Harry, don't joke about this," Hermione's lip trembled.
"I wasn't joking, that's really how I think--" Hermione had suddenly dashed at Harry, cutting him off as she hugged him. "Hermione!"
"Harry, you're a great wizard." She said, letting go of him.
"Not as good as you are," he said, very embarassed.
"Me? Books and cleverness? There are more important things, like friendship and bravery. Harry, be careful!" Harry smiled. He was very happy to have friends like Hermione and Ron; Fi and Felan, though good friends in their own way, couldn't really measure up.
"Okay," he said. "You drink first. You're sure which one it is, right?"
"Positive," Hermione said. She took a long drink from the roung bottle at the end and shuddered.
"It's not poison, is it?" Harry asked anxiously.
"No, but it's like ice."
"Quick, go, before it wears off."
"Good luck-- take care--"
"Go!" Hermione turned and walked through the purple fire. Harry took a deep breath, picked up the smallest bottle and turned to face the black flames.
"Here I come," he said. He drained the bottle in one gulp and shuddered. It was indeed like ice flooding his body... or that time that someone sealed him in a frozen lake. He put the bottle down and walked forward; he braced himself, saw the black flames licking at his body, but couldn't feel them. For a moment, all he could see was black fire-- then he was on the other side. He was in the last chamber.
But there was already someone there. Not Voldemort, not Snape-- it was Quirrell.
A/N: Waaah! It took so long. Once again, I must say: I HAD TO RESORT TO PLAGIARIZATION (it's not even a word and I still managed to spell it wrong) TO GET THIS CHAPTER OUT. Pretty much the whole last part was plagiarized. And the beginning too. Yes, I am a very bad writer, I get no cookie. God, what am I going to do when I have to write original fiction?
The next chapter will (hopefully) be the last chapter. I'm 99 sure it will be. Now I have to save this chapter to at least five different disks to make sure that it doesn't get reformatted on the way to the library. I will take this moment to thank all of the reviewers (60 reviews! 60!), and thank all of the people who helped make the story better. I'll just do a quickie (SOOPER SECRET) summary of the sequel now. Not sure on the name yet, but I know there will be a sequel.
Summary: Harry returns to the Fianna to find that the whole camp is on a diet. Vegetables only. The people he once called friends are now shutting him in a cave so they can prepare a banquet for the famous Sutherson sisters (bitten need not attend). Without Felan there to fight his case, Harry is stuck hauling things for the pure-blooded wolves. Meanwhile, a band of vampires known as the Baobhan Sith decide to go on a strike, eating every human that comes into the forest from the outside world. And they have their sights set on the three redheads to pick up Harry Potter.
Warning: Hedwig almost gets eaten exactly 4 times. Of course, that summary's not going to be the one that goes on FF summary, it's just one for the first few chapters.
Fun fact (or not so fun): For the time being, Harry and Fi are the only bitten werewolves in the caves since the Baobhan sith (who, for the purpose of my story, guard the forest from intruders) are pretty damned good at their jobs. The sequel, I believe, will be PG-13, since a lot of the werewolves are starting to grow in their vocabularies.
DONUTS AND MILK TO ALL REVIEWERS! (I have no preset wish this time, just please review).