Gems in the eyes of the world
Disclaimer: I own nothing that has anything to do with Harry Potter or the Internet. Well, I own three websites, both are very dodgy and are not worth anyone's time to look at, now please appreciate J.K.Rowling's work, as hers is so much better than mine. The original Harry Potter books (or even Barry Trotter) is better than mine. Thank you for your attention.
Thank you to:
SweetCheeksDracoLuver Lol, so sorry for being short, but I needed to build up tension! And I still do! Lol, sorry again, and yes, I did get your very long email, thank you!! I'm guessing that you're beating me with that wooden spoon of yours . . . it took forever for me to write this, I forgot the plot! Hehe, luckily I remember it now, so it's alright, but it took forever. And for the dying thing, I won't even comment on that, lol.
Some12 Yeah, I like James too, but Moony will always be mine! The name Moony just cracks me up, lol, I'm so easily amused! And yes, two gems to go! Voldie tis in this chappie, enjoy it! Lol
Alexian-goddess Err, well, I only have this fic and the other one, crazy lunatic experiments, was that the fic that you meant? Oh well, anyway, I always update at the same time, so I know when I updated both fics! It was this chapter that held the other one up, so I blame it! Thanks for reviewing!
Natyslacks Aw thanks, I don't really know what original means, which I guess is kind of pathetic of me, but still. It really sucks about you're brother and your dad, but nevermind, there'll be better days! Here's the update, I hope you enjoy it!
HappiGoLucki616 Ron being cuter than James just goes without saying! Lol, I love Ron and so do you! WOW, I don't know why that fascinates me but still. Is the D/Hr fic up already? Was it the one you mentioned? I don't know I'm confused now, lol, anyway, hope you enjoy the chappie!
Spaced Out Spaced Cadet Yeah, now that I think about it, it is kind of fitting that James is helping Harry to live (thanks for helping me realise it, lol) I was just thinking of a person and James just came to mind! Lol, thanks for the review, for this fic and the other one!
Smileyface1314 Lol, yeah, thanks! Mango rocks, in more than one way, lol. I hate it when people take my words, I threaten them when they do, which just shows you how stressed I can get when people annoy me, hehe. Thanks again for the review! Here's the update.
ShortStuff10 (Ding) Lol, don't worry, I LIKE YOU HYPER!! Hyperness is so kewl, why? Because I said so, hehe, you can tell I kind of had a sugar overdose . . . hold on, I'm hyper all the time, I am made of sugar!! HAHAHAH, not really, I wish I were though.
Cho Chang-Emotional Dark Hole I wouldn't picture James yelping and leaping, he seems too . . . brave for that for some reason. I don't know why, it's probably just me. Anyway, thanks for the review, pleas review this chappie if you have time!!!!
Chapter eleven
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Hermione closed her eyes as she felt herself spinning back into the future. She never did like having her eyes open, she guessed it was just because she didn't want to know what she would see. Some things in this world were better unknown.
Suddenly, she heard voices. Anxious voices. Voices in pain. Hermione hurriedly opened her eyes and frowned. She looked up at Draco and saw that he was looking down on the Hogwarts grounds, trying to see why someone would be screaming at this time of night.
They had decided to go back to the future using the time-turner in the astronomy tower, instead of going all the way back into Dumbledore's office. After all, it was better if they left the past as soon as possible, and it would take a lot of time to find their way back to the office, then find the password to get into the office.
"Hermione, you should take a look at this."
Hermione hurriedly took the chain from her and Draco's necks, and peered down at the grounds. She gasped and nearly fell over in shock. A girl, no more than thirteen, was lying on the ground, motionless. No blood surrounded her - no people surrounded her. It was obvious that someone had used the Avada Kedavra spell on her.
But, who?
And why?
But she had no time to think. Hermione was soon distracted by more shouts of fury, terror, and pain.
"Don't move," Draco, whispered, "Give me your wand."
She hesitated. Why, she really did not know, but for some strange reason she didn't want to hand him her wand. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, because deep down inside, she knew that she did, but she just didn't feel very . . . right . . . about it.
"Hand it to me NOW."
Slowly, and hesitantly, she handed Draco her wand.
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Voldemort towered above his deatheaters. It was the first meeting since his announcement about the gemstone of elements. Everything was going perfectly – for him anyway. He had gotten his deatheaters and began his long war to take over Hogwarts School, just when the boy who lived was still weak and unconscious in St. Mungos.
"Wormtail, how are Narcissa and Lucius doing with their search?" The Dark Lord sneered at the small shrivelling man shaking beside him.
"I do not know My Lord. They have been searching for their son for a while now. But do not worry My Lord, we are positive that he is in Hogwarts," Wormtail said, bowing down to his Lord, his hood covering his face.
Voldemort smiled evilly, his snake-like eyes becoming smaller as his evil plot became even more devious. Oh yes, he knew everything, everything about the gems, Draco, and even how many stones he and Hermione had collected so far. There were only five stones, and three had already been connected to the gemstone of elements. All he needed to do now was collect the last remaining two . . .
But first of all, he needed that gemstone of elements, and he knew exactly how to get it.
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"You stay here, alright?" Draco growled, pushing her into a corner in case anyone decided to burst through the door for a surprise attack. Slowly, he peered around the door to make sure no deatheaters were coming, before rushing down the corridor.
Hermione stared at the door and gulped. She felt unprepared without her wand – unsafe, naked even.
A gust of wind blew through the windows of the astronomy tower, making goosebumps appear on Hermione's now pale skin. Her teeth began to chatter, and a feeling of dread began to stir in the bottom of her stomach. She tried hard not to peer over the windowsill and look at the dead girl on the floor. She had no idea who this girl was, but it was still a person, and that was all that mattered.
She wondered what was going to happen, and what exactly was happening? Was there some sort of new enemy, or had something happened to Harry to make Voldemort attack Hogwarts? Was she too late in her quest for gemstones?
For some reason, she didn't really want to know the answer to her question.
Slowly, Hermione sunk to the floor, hugging herself tightly to try and keep herself warm. She had not been so cold and shivery when Draco was here, for she had felt his warmth, just by being near him and just by knowing that he would be there if something, anything, happened.
She didn't know how she felt about him. Did she like him just as a friend, or did she like him as something more? She knew that she had long gotten over their childish feud when they were both in Hogwarts, but, now, she did not know how she felt at all. It was all so confusing, but that was what life was like – complicated in more than a million ways.
The sky outside was dark, yet bright and full of hope. Normally, that was how it would be. But somehow, now, Hermione felt something very different, something more dreadful and more terrible than what she could ever imagine herself.
The door swung open, rebounding off the wall. Hermione frowned. Who would throw the door open with such force? She peered into the lonely corridor and saw no one. How exactly could the door open by itself? She slowly stood, and walked cautiously towards the door.
"Did I not tell you to stay where you were?"
Hermione jumped. She had not realised Draco had been standing there, right next to the door. Why had he not come in? And why did she somehow feel as though there was something different about him?
"The coast is clear, I got rid of some of the deatheaters that got in my way, but there aren't many. It should be safe to go now. Come on."
Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and hurried her across the corridor and down the stairs. She had no idea where Draco was taking her, but surely he knew what he was doing? However, she did find it slightly strange that he wasn't even looking for any signs of deatheaters anymore. Surely he couldn't have rid all the deatheaters in that short amount of time, otherwise they wouldn't be hurrying so much, but then why wasn't he being more . . . careful?
"Draco, you're hurting my hand, where are we going?"
Draco didn't reply but only grasped Hermione's hand tighter. It was beginning to cut her blood circulation off. She looked around to try and see where they were heading. It seemed as though they were heading out of the castle of Hogwarts, and into the grounds. Maybe that was what Draco was planning – an escape route, as quick as could be.
But wouldn't deatheaters be standing guard outside in case anyone did escape their grasps?
Hermione felt more confused as she tried to think things through. There seemed to be no logic in this.
"You stay here, I'm going outside to see if there are any more deatheaters outside," Draco said before running away at high speed. She did not know why he was in such a hurry. She had never seen him rush so much, never seen him look so panic-stricken, even when he had known that he was nearly going to die.
Hermione suddenly froze. A whimper could be heard from behind her, coming from one of Filch's many cupboards hidden around the school. She remembered that when her, Harry and Ron had dared each other to look inside, they had found mainly cat food for Mrs Norris. But, if what was in there was really cat food, then why was it whimpering?
She slowly made her way towards it, being as careful as she could. Was this a trap? She did not know, but she had to find out who, or what, was making that painfully upsetting noise.
Her hand stretched out to turn the handle, and as she pulled the door open, she let out a gasp. A small girl who looked about nine (but Hermione was positive she wasn't) was huddled inside the cupboard, her dirty blonde hair covering her face.
"Please . . . please don't hurt me . . ."
Her voice was small, just like her. Her whole body was trembling like an earthquake. It was obvious that she was terrified, and that this cupboard was her only hiding place.
"Don't worry," Hermione began, her voice gentle and soft, "I won't hurt you."
The girl looked up, her face becoming clearer. Her cheeks were pale and tear-stained, and her eyes were big and beautifully blue. She sniffed as she looked at Hermione, another tear rolling down her cheek.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked softly, trying her best not to scare the girl.
"I was hiding from the deatheaters," She whispered, tears still pouring from her eyes, "They killed my best friend, and they were going to kill me too, but I got away. I'm sorry, I thought you were a deatheater as well."
Hermione smiled weakly and peered at the little girl. She was not looking her in the eye, for she was too busy trying to wipe away her tears.
"Why don't you come out? It doesn't seem as though the deatheaters are here anymore. If you see any of them, then you can always hide in a more comfortable place than this tiny cupboard."
The girl nodded and slowly got out of the cupboard, her hair now falling back into its rightful position. Hermione knelt down so that she was the same height as the girl.
"What's your name?"
"Tina."
The girl now known as Tina replied. Her voice was still tiny as her sorrowful blue eyes looked into Hermione's brown ones.
"You're strong, aren't you, Miss?" Tina asked worriedly, her eyes never leaving Hermione's.
"It depends on what you call strong Tina. Why do you ask?"
"I've heard from my mummy," Tina said, her voice becoming louder, but never becoming more cheerful, "Harry Potter's in St. Mungos. He can't help stop He-who-must-not-be-named. Everyone needs someone else now, someone who's just as strong as Harry Potter."
Hermione smiled slightly, "Trust me, everything will turn out alright in the end."
To be perfectly honest, she did not even know whether this was true or not. But what else was there, but to hope, hope that everything would be alright, and hope that she would actually live to see the world when everything would be fine. Maybe that would never happen, but this girl was already upset as it was, she did not need someone like her to make her even more uncertain.
Suddenly, Hermione frowned. She thought she saw something in Tina's eyes, and the more she stared, the larger that 'thing' became. It was quite obvious what this thing was. After all, Hermione had already collected three gemstones, it would be very stupid of her not to know that here now, was another one.
Once again, she felt her feet lift from her floor, and she saw the horrified look on Tina's face. She saw her and Tina glow a warm green colour. Finally, Hermione saw the gem as its proper size. Gold lettering began to appear on the emerald gemstone. It read: 'Trust'
Hermione smiled to herself. It was nice to know that someone trusted her, even if that someone wasn't even herself.
She looked up to see Tina looking at her, her blue eyes bulging and her mouth slightly open in astonishment. There was an awkward silence.
"Tina, I think you better go hide before someone comes. Go into the dungeons, next to Snape's classroom is a door leading outside to a tree. Now that tree is very dangerous, but if you carefully look, under there should be a hole. Crawl into that hole and you'll be in a place called the Shrieking Shack. Hardly anyone knows about that place so don't worry. Okay?"
Tina nodded, looking as though she was still slightly in shock about what had just happened. She ran off hurriedly, as the door behind Hermione creaked open.
"The coast is clear, come on."
Draco grabbed Hermione's arm tightly once again, his other hand holding her wand. He pulled her outside, where the misty air all around the castle gave everything an eerie and mysterious glow.
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Yes, I know, this took like, forever. And I would just like to say to all those reviewers who read this fic and also read my other fic, CRAZY LUNATIC EXPERIMENTS, this fic made that chapter go slow as well! I wanted them up at the same time you see, so there you are – my excuse. This chapter is probably more full of errors than it usually is cus' I didn't have time to check it. Sorry about that.
Heehaw
Disclaimer: I own nothing that has anything to do with Harry Potter or the Internet. Well, I own three websites, both are very dodgy and are not worth anyone's time to look at, now please appreciate J.K.Rowling's work, as hers is so much better than mine. The original Harry Potter books (or even Barry Trotter) is better than mine. Thank you for your attention.
Thank you to:
SweetCheeksDracoLuver Lol, so sorry for being short, but I needed to build up tension! And I still do! Lol, sorry again, and yes, I did get your very long email, thank you!! I'm guessing that you're beating me with that wooden spoon of yours . . . it took forever for me to write this, I forgot the plot! Hehe, luckily I remember it now, so it's alright, but it took forever. And for the dying thing, I won't even comment on that, lol.
Some12 Yeah, I like James too, but Moony will always be mine! The name Moony just cracks me up, lol, I'm so easily amused! And yes, two gems to go! Voldie tis in this chappie, enjoy it! Lol
Alexian-goddess Err, well, I only have this fic and the other one, crazy lunatic experiments, was that the fic that you meant? Oh well, anyway, I always update at the same time, so I know when I updated both fics! It was this chapter that held the other one up, so I blame it! Thanks for reviewing!
Natyslacks Aw thanks, I don't really know what original means, which I guess is kind of pathetic of me, but still. It really sucks about you're brother and your dad, but nevermind, there'll be better days! Here's the update, I hope you enjoy it!
HappiGoLucki616 Ron being cuter than James just goes without saying! Lol, I love Ron and so do you! WOW, I don't know why that fascinates me but still. Is the D/Hr fic up already? Was it the one you mentioned? I don't know I'm confused now, lol, anyway, hope you enjoy the chappie!
Spaced Out Spaced Cadet Yeah, now that I think about it, it is kind of fitting that James is helping Harry to live (thanks for helping me realise it, lol) I was just thinking of a person and James just came to mind! Lol, thanks for the review, for this fic and the other one!
Smileyface1314 Lol, yeah, thanks! Mango rocks, in more than one way, lol. I hate it when people take my words, I threaten them when they do, which just shows you how stressed I can get when people annoy me, hehe. Thanks again for the review! Here's the update.
ShortStuff10 (Ding) Lol, don't worry, I LIKE YOU HYPER!! Hyperness is so kewl, why? Because I said so, hehe, you can tell I kind of had a sugar overdose . . . hold on, I'm hyper all the time, I am made of sugar!! HAHAHAH, not really, I wish I were though.
Cho Chang-Emotional Dark Hole I wouldn't picture James yelping and leaping, he seems too . . . brave for that for some reason. I don't know why, it's probably just me. Anyway, thanks for the review, pleas review this chappie if you have time!!!!
Chapter eleven
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Hermione closed her eyes as she felt herself spinning back into the future. She never did like having her eyes open, she guessed it was just because she didn't want to know what she would see. Some things in this world were better unknown.
Suddenly, she heard voices. Anxious voices. Voices in pain. Hermione hurriedly opened her eyes and frowned. She looked up at Draco and saw that he was looking down on the Hogwarts grounds, trying to see why someone would be screaming at this time of night.
They had decided to go back to the future using the time-turner in the astronomy tower, instead of going all the way back into Dumbledore's office. After all, it was better if they left the past as soon as possible, and it would take a lot of time to find their way back to the office, then find the password to get into the office.
"Hermione, you should take a look at this."
Hermione hurriedly took the chain from her and Draco's necks, and peered down at the grounds. She gasped and nearly fell over in shock. A girl, no more than thirteen, was lying on the ground, motionless. No blood surrounded her - no people surrounded her. It was obvious that someone had used the Avada Kedavra spell on her.
But, who?
And why?
But she had no time to think. Hermione was soon distracted by more shouts of fury, terror, and pain.
"Don't move," Draco, whispered, "Give me your wand."
She hesitated. Why, she really did not know, but for some strange reason she didn't want to hand him her wand. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, because deep down inside, she knew that she did, but she just didn't feel very . . . right . . . about it.
"Hand it to me NOW."
Slowly, and hesitantly, she handed Draco her wand.
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Voldemort towered above his deatheaters. It was the first meeting since his announcement about the gemstone of elements. Everything was going perfectly – for him anyway. He had gotten his deatheaters and began his long war to take over Hogwarts School, just when the boy who lived was still weak and unconscious in St. Mungos.
"Wormtail, how are Narcissa and Lucius doing with their search?" The Dark Lord sneered at the small shrivelling man shaking beside him.
"I do not know My Lord. They have been searching for their son for a while now. But do not worry My Lord, we are positive that he is in Hogwarts," Wormtail said, bowing down to his Lord, his hood covering his face.
Voldemort smiled evilly, his snake-like eyes becoming smaller as his evil plot became even more devious. Oh yes, he knew everything, everything about the gems, Draco, and even how many stones he and Hermione had collected so far. There were only five stones, and three had already been connected to the gemstone of elements. All he needed to do now was collect the last remaining two . . .
But first of all, he needed that gemstone of elements, and he knew exactly how to get it.
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"You stay here, alright?" Draco growled, pushing her into a corner in case anyone decided to burst through the door for a surprise attack. Slowly, he peered around the door to make sure no deatheaters were coming, before rushing down the corridor.
Hermione stared at the door and gulped. She felt unprepared without her wand – unsafe, naked even.
A gust of wind blew through the windows of the astronomy tower, making goosebumps appear on Hermione's now pale skin. Her teeth began to chatter, and a feeling of dread began to stir in the bottom of her stomach. She tried hard not to peer over the windowsill and look at the dead girl on the floor. She had no idea who this girl was, but it was still a person, and that was all that mattered.
She wondered what was going to happen, and what exactly was happening? Was there some sort of new enemy, or had something happened to Harry to make Voldemort attack Hogwarts? Was she too late in her quest for gemstones?
For some reason, she didn't really want to know the answer to her question.
Slowly, Hermione sunk to the floor, hugging herself tightly to try and keep herself warm. She had not been so cold and shivery when Draco was here, for she had felt his warmth, just by being near him and just by knowing that he would be there if something, anything, happened.
She didn't know how she felt about him. Did she like him just as a friend, or did she like him as something more? She knew that she had long gotten over their childish feud when they were both in Hogwarts, but, now, she did not know how she felt at all. It was all so confusing, but that was what life was like – complicated in more than a million ways.
The sky outside was dark, yet bright and full of hope. Normally, that was how it would be. But somehow, now, Hermione felt something very different, something more dreadful and more terrible than what she could ever imagine herself.
The door swung open, rebounding off the wall. Hermione frowned. Who would throw the door open with such force? She peered into the lonely corridor and saw no one. How exactly could the door open by itself? She slowly stood, and walked cautiously towards the door.
"Did I not tell you to stay where you were?"
Hermione jumped. She had not realised Draco had been standing there, right next to the door. Why had he not come in? And why did she somehow feel as though there was something different about him?
"The coast is clear, I got rid of some of the deatheaters that got in my way, but there aren't many. It should be safe to go now. Come on."
Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and hurried her across the corridor and down the stairs. She had no idea where Draco was taking her, but surely he knew what he was doing? However, she did find it slightly strange that he wasn't even looking for any signs of deatheaters anymore. Surely he couldn't have rid all the deatheaters in that short amount of time, otherwise they wouldn't be hurrying so much, but then why wasn't he being more . . . careful?
"Draco, you're hurting my hand, where are we going?"
Draco didn't reply but only grasped Hermione's hand tighter. It was beginning to cut her blood circulation off. She looked around to try and see where they were heading. It seemed as though they were heading out of the castle of Hogwarts, and into the grounds. Maybe that was what Draco was planning – an escape route, as quick as could be.
But wouldn't deatheaters be standing guard outside in case anyone did escape their grasps?
Hermione felt more confused as she tried to think things through. There seemed to be no logic in this.
"You stay here, I'm going outside to see if there are any more deatheaters outside," Draco said before running away at high speed. She did not know why he was in such a hurry. She had never seen him rush so much, never seen him look so panic-stricken, even when he had known that he was nearly going to die.
Hermione suddenly froze. A whimper could be heard from behind her, coming from one of Filch's many cupboards hidden around the school. She remembered that when her, Harry and Ron had dared each other to look inside, they had found mainly cat food for Mrs Norris. But, if what was in there was really cat food, then why was it whimpering?
She slowly made her way towards it, being as careful as she could. Was this a trap? She did not know, but she had to find out who, or what, was making that painfully upsetting noise.
Her hand stretched out to turn the handle, and as she pulled the door open, she let out a gasp. A small girl who looked about nine (but Hermione was positive she wasn't) was huddled inside the cupboard, her dirty blonde hair covering her face.
"Please . . . please don't hurt me . . ."
Her voice was small, just like her. Her whole body was trembling like an earthquake. It was obvious that she was terrified, and that this cupboard was her only hiding place.
"Don't worry," Hermione began, her voice gentle and soft, "I won't hurt you."
The girl looked up, her face becoming clearer. Her cheeks were pale and tear-stained, and her eyes were big and beautifully blue. She sniffed as she looked at Hermione, another tear rolling down her cheek.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked softly, trying her best not to scare the girl.
"I was hiding from the deatheaters," She whispered, tears still pouring from her eyes, "They killed my best friend, and they were going to kill me too, but I got away. I'm sorry, I thought you were a deatheater as well."
Hermione smiled weakly and peered at the little girl. She was not looking her in the eye, for she was too busy trying to wipe away her tears.
"Why don't you come out? It doesn't seem as though the deatheaters are here anymore. If you see any of them, then you can always hide in a more comfortable place than this tiny cupboard."
The girl nodded and slowly got out of the cupboard, her hair now falling back into its rightful position. Hermione knelt down so that she was the same height as the girl.
"What's your name?"
"Tina."
The girl now known as Tina replied. Her voice was still tiny as her sorrowful blue eyes looked into Hermione's brown ones.
"You're strong, aren't you, Miss?" Tina asked worriedly, her eyes never leaving Hermione's.
"It depends on what you call strong Tina. Why do you ask?"
"I've heard from my mummy," Tina said, her voice becoming louder, but never becoming more cheerful, "Harry Potter's in St. Mungos. He can't help stop He-who-must-not-be-named. Everyone needs someone else now, someone who's just as strong as Harry Potter."
Hermione smiled slightly, "Trust me, everything will turn out alright in the end."
To be perfectly honest, she did not even know whether this was true or not. But what else was there, but to hope, hope that everything would be alright, and hope that she would actually live to see the world when everything would be fine. Maybe that would never happen, but this girl was already upset as it was, she did not need someone like her to make her even more uncertain.
Suddenly, Hermione frowned. She thought she saw something in Tina's eyes, and the more she stared, the larger that 'thing' became. It was quite obvious what this thing was. After all, Hermione had already collected three gemstones, it would be very stupid of her not to know that here now, was another one.
Once again, she felt her feet lift from her floor, and she saw the horrified look on Tina's face. She saw her and Tina glow a warm green colour. Finally, Hermione saw the gem as its proper size. Gold lettering began to appear on the emerald gemstone. It read: 'Trust'
Hermione smiled to herself. It was nice to know that someone trusted her, even if that someone wasn't even herself.
She looked up to see Tina looking at her, her blue eyes bulging and her mouth slightly open in astonishment. There was an awkward silence.
"Tina, I think you better go hide before someone comes. Go into the dungeons, next to Snape's classroom is a door leading outside to a tree. Now that tree is very dangerous, but if you carefully look, under there should be a hole. Crawl into that hole and you'll be in a place called the Shrieking Shack. Hardly anyone knows about that place so don't worry. Okay?"
Tina nodded, looking as though she was still slightly in shock about what had just happened. She ran off hurriedly, as the door behind Hermione creaked open.
"The coast is clear, come on."
Draco grabbed Hermione's arm tightly once again, his other hand holding her wand. He pulled her outside, where the misty air all around the castle gave everything an eerie and mysterious glow.
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Yes, I know, this took like, forever. And I would just like to say to all those reviewers who read this fic and also read my other fic, CRAZY LUNATIC EXPERIMENTS, this fic made that chapter go slow as well! I wanted them up at the same time you see, so there you are – my excuse. This chapter is probably more full of errors than it usually is cus' I didn't have time to check it. Sorry about that.
Heehaw