WARNINGS: Um…Slash. Slash is always very, very good, but if your homophobic in any way, I suggest you leave…now. There will most likely be a little sexual content and possibly swearing.

DISCLAIMER: J.K Rowling, sadly, owns everything Harry Potter…too bad I don't. The parts marked ABC is from the book The Brother's Grim. The places marked ABC are from the book The Enchanted World: Wizards and Witches by Brendan Lehane. Everything else in the plot is mine…I know, I'm smart. (Yeah right.)

A/N: I am not going to comment to any of my reviews except for one, which I found very rude. This review was from : SquishSqoosh.

-Look, I have written many, many responses to your review, because to be honest, it pissed me off. But, in the one, I will not say the work 'fuck' at all, or call you foul names because, opposite of what people think, I don't like being rude to people. Look, first of all, you said my story wasn't very good. Ok, whatever, stop reading it if you hate it so much because I don't make you read it. Second, sorry about doing that, and you have only told me twice that I recall. This was an emergency, and no one else had a problem with helping me. This "homework" as you so called it, is much more important than you made it out to be. This paper is half my grade for the year, if you didn't pick up on that, and if I fail this grade I fail the year and have to repeat the course next year. Furthermore, I needed interviews for my project because it was part of the requirements. So, who better to ask than people who read slash? Sorry if it bothered you, but it was very important. This iswas really pissed me off. You told me that I wouldn't know "goth/punk if it knocked on your front door." Ok, I never, ever said I was punk, Goth, skater, or anything. I said I was a mix between those styles. And, again I'll say it: I don't really like Linkin Park, to be quite honest, their lyrics just happened to fit my story very well. I never said they were rock or punk, and I know most of their music is hip-hop and rap. So don't you ever say that I don't know what I'm talking about, because I have been this way my whole life, I have always liked this kind of music and this style of clothing for as long as I can remember. When you said that, that was like you telling me I don't know my life. Seriously, I broke the rules…big deal. I've seen it done a million times and no one cared. Report me if you must…I don't want you to but if your going to get me in trouble for trying not to fail then go right ahead. I'm not going to change your mind, now am I? You were totally out of line by personally attacking me. Now, I will say this once, and only once, and yes, I am going to use the 'fuck' here: If you are going to insult me or my story fuck off, and never bother me again. (If you want to see my original post for this, go right ahead and e-mail me…I am a bitch, and I show it in that one)

On with the story…

Oh yeah, and someone asked why Harry calls Draco 'Ko'. Well, I wanted a nickname for Draco and everyone has Dray or Drake or something. So, I sounded out the last part of his name 'co'. But, when you look at 'co', or at least when I do, I want to pronounce it 'so'. So, I said 'Ko' because that looks more like its how it sounds.

Chapter 15: The Black School

"What do you mean, 'my wolf is in trouble'?"

"My Raven," The woman chuckled softly, warm breath tickling his ear every so gently, "Moony is in trouble."

"Where is he?" Harry asked in a monotone voice, afraid of the answer.

What if Harry couldn't find Remus, or save Remus? The Death Eaters, Harry guessed, probably had him captive and were awaiting Harry's foolish appearance to save him. Yes, Harry was no longer the irrational go-save-the-day kind of boy. He was smarter than he looked, and knew more common sense than anyone his age should even be thinking about knowing. The green-eyed boy was aged beyond his years in a very unhealthy fashion, seeing many things not even grown adults have seen, not even Dumbledore had seen. The problem was…no one knew but him.

"Don't be so worried, Raven…you'll find your answers soon enough."

"What answers?" Harry demanded, "Where am I supposed to find these so called 'answers'?"

"Sh, Raven" Invisible fingers touched Harry's lips, shushing him, "You will find them, do not worry yourself."

Harry took a deep breath, taking in the smell of the dreaded lilies. It made him chuckled, in a sick and twisted way. Death…he could control death, apparently, whatever that meant. And death was coming his way…he didn't understand it. How the hell was he supposed to control death? Nothing, he though, made sense nowadays. Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw a strange thorn bush in the middle of the sandy beech with red berries.

"What are those?"

"Those, Raven, would be hawthorn. In the summer it is covered with flowers. But here…in this realm, it is autumn…so they are berries."

"What are they here for? What are they supposed to be telling me?"

"Like I told you before, Green Eyes, you will find your answers soon enough."

"OH BUGGAR IT! BLOODY HELL WHY AM I HERE THEN? WHY DO I KEEP COMING HERE IF YOUR NOT GOING TO TELL ME A DAMN THING?"

"Sh, Green Eyes, no need to hell." The women said calmly, her soft lips brushing against his ear again.

Tbc…

THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A/N: Look, I was going to write more, but I need to get this out. I said my mom abuses me, but she doesn't. You may hate me for lying, but I have good reason. One time on a different fan fiction website, some girl reviewed one of my stories and told me that is was a great relief that someone else knew how she felt…because I had a story where Vernon beats Harry. She thought I was abused as well. I couldn't just tell her…I would feel so horrible. Do you understand? Someone e-mailed my mom and told her she should die for beater her daughter, and I felt horrible. I needed to stop this game. So here I am, asking for your forgiveness…will you give it to me? If not, I will still write. You don't have to review or be nice, but I don't think you would like me to just leave you here.