Note: Not completely beta'd. I released this because I am feeling really impulsive today. I am still waiting on it from one person and then I'll be beta'ing and re-uploading it myself.

Chapter 19

• Antagonists •

Firenze was more than a little excited to see Gwyl. Over the next few days he told Gwyl the stories of his time in the jungle and Gwyl told Firenze about his many experiences. Gwyl found them very interesting. Firenze had had a great many things happen to him, just as Gwyl had.

Then, Gwyl took his turn. It seemed very interesting to most of the younger werewolves. They congregated, one by one, into the large cavern where the centaurs listened to Gwyl's stories. Even some of the elder pack members approached and spent time listening. Gwyl actually did very little of the storytelling. Instead Stray did much of it, as she seemed to be a natural storyteller. Since Gwyl had told her most of the things he'd been through and seen she could explain them much better. It turned out that most of the younger werewolves could understand English, though many had trouble speaking it. Kangon tried to teach them all, but the little ones where the ones who usually listened.

The centaurs were different, all of them knew English. Gwyl suspected this was because they were elders and from what he'd seen, the elder knew many things. What captivated them the most was Harry's experience in the 'magical wizard castle'. Gwyl had explained it very thoroughly to Stray the night before. However, when she explained it, things had been greatly exaggerated. Some of the younger cubs held their breath when Stray leapt from the ground and made a cutting motion, showing the fight with the empty armor. Then, they gasped when she explained him being cornered in the dungeons, without a way to get out.

During the storytelling Ashes was held by the werewolf cubs. All seemed to have a great reverence concerning her. She seemed to be almost worshiped, and it made things easier because Gwyl didn't have to worry about her health as much. They loved it when she would trill her song and often times Stray would pause from her stories to listen as well.

Kangon watched from the shadows. Gwyl could smell him even though he tried not to betray his presence. When the third day of stories had finished and the pack members were out getting food Firenze spoke with Gwyl about what had happened with the herd after he was gone.

Then, finally, after four days Firenze revealed a secret. "Do you know Bane?" he asked quietly.

Involuntarily Harry's eyes thinned, the expression was gone almost instantly, but Firenze had caught it. He hadn't been around Gwyl for a year without picking up a few things from him.

"You've changed Harry." Firenze pointed out. Gwyl knew Firenze was still getting used to calling him Gwyl, so he didn't mind the slipup of the name. In fact, Firenze was probably the only individual in the world who could get away with calling him Harry.

"Not change much," he retorted.

"See, even that is different," Firenze said, smiling softly. "You rarely spoke at all. You didn't even have a pack, you only had Dog."

That wasn't true, not quite. Silver was with him then, but he had also been living with Ink's pack at the time, so she was not really a part of his own pack then. Stray returned from checking on Dog and smiled, curling up next to Gwyl. Of course Lancelot, who followed her around the camp with unwavering diligence, settled in next to her.

"You now have another wolf, three leopards, a phoenix, and …" he glanced to Stray, who was already asleep. She'd been having trouble sleeping lately, but now she was so worn out, sleeping in the cave didn't even bother her. Gwyl leaned over against her and listened to her breathing, a soft rumbling sound coming from her. He smiled, she was purring.

"She is mate," Gwyl said quietly once he'd looked back up to Firenze.

Firenze nodded, but looked ready to ask another question. Gwyl suspected he wanted to know more about Stray. He had refrained from asking for a long time already. Finally he sighed. "Where did she come from?"

Gwyl stared at Firenze, trying to decide what to say. He could tell Firenze he stole her away because they were friends before, but how could he explain the accident? Firenze very much disliked magic, all centaurs did. Well, except Dia, but she didn't tell anyone she found it fascinating.

Then, he glanced to Stay and sighed. "She just come."

Either it was enough for Firenze, or he realized that he was pushing it too far, because he returned to the former subject rather quickly. "And a snake of course," he added.

Seth had not entered the caves at all, even though he hadn't been banned from it. The other pack members didn't seem to take to him as well as they accepted the leopards and wolves. So, Seth thought it best to stay outside. He was very comfortable there as long as he was near the stream. Gwyl spent much time with him when it got dark and many of the wolves slept. They had had many discussions about the things of the forest.

"He not pack," Gwyl stated. He was beginning to realize that pack didn't mean wolf, it meant something more like family. But, even though he trusted Seth he knew Seth was not pack. He had his own pack, and a mate even (Seth had told Gwyl how pretty her scales where one night). "He friend."

There didn't seem to be any further explanation needed. "The centaur who caused this war is Bane."

Looking beyond Firenze, Harry saw the elders, most of who were resting. Most centaurs slept during the day and stayed awake all night so that they could watch the stars. It was in the late afternoon, so a few of the younger elders were awake. They kept to themselves though, trying to keep from interfering in the conversation. Gwyl knew they could hear though, he could see a few of them had quickly turned away at the name.

The silence continued, a few of the werewolves wandered past the cavern, going on to their own caves or to some other business that was theirs. They had gotten used to the centaur presences and Gwyl's pack as well. Though, to some Gwyl represented a threat because of his refusal to submit to others. Gwyl had overheard a few of the younger werewolves speaking badly about him, talking about how he ate their food without restraint and took whatever he wanted. Gwyl had not bound in and challenged them because he knew that they were bickering, as humans did. He had learned a few things in the castle. If they were to challenge him he would accept, but until then he would only watch them.

"He came to this herd not long after you first appeared in front of the elders of my herd. When he came…" Firenze paused and turned his upper body, raising his left arm. Underneath it, just below the armpit, was a pink scar. "…he tried to kill me."

A furious growl rose up from Gwyl's throat and Silver entered into the cave, ignoring the chattering cubs that had been teasing her. She looked around for trouble and, seeing none, yipped and exited again. Gwyl looked away from her, knowing she was right. It was times like these, when she scolded him, that he wondered which of them was dominant. She did live in his pack, but occasionally instead of protecting him she scolded him like a pup. It hurt more because whenever she did it he knew she was right.

When the cubs resumed playing with her Gwyl turned back to Firenze. "Why not kill Bane?" he asked plainly.

Firenze looked to the ground. "I was not prepared for the attack. Bane was once a close friend but he has become overwhelmed with anger. He is not the same Bane I once knew. When he came to me he showed no signs of anger, he offered friendship until my back was turned and then he struck."

"Be friend, but not be friend?" Gwyl asked, astounded. He couldn't understand why someone would say they were friends, but be enemies. All his enemies had always been enemies, and all his friends had become his friends and never been anything different.

•

As night fell and Gwyl stretched, feeling up to a run in the jungle. He had been out a little bit, but hadn't gone far from camp, not yet at least. Even with Seth with him (Seth could almost keep up even at a full run) Gwyl was hesitant to go far. The jungle was much different from the forest back home and he needed to get his bearing before he took off a lot.

Now, he was fairly well versed with the area. He knew he could find this place without too much difficulty even if he was separated from Seth. Stray stood when he did but Gwyl shook his head. She had been awake most of the day keeping an eye on Dog, but Gwyl had slept on and off.

Silver was waiting outside, a few of the cubs were taking turns riding on her. She was a big wolf, and they had difficulty crawling on even when she lay on her stomach, but she was quite gentle. Even the mothers didn't mind her after the first few days. Gwyl barked and Silver fell to her stomach, the children scattered. While Silver was playful around the children most of the time Gwyl wasn't, or he ignored them. Even though most of the children found him fascinating they kept their distance.

The older werewolves, the ones Gwyl thought acted like yearlings, thought of him a good deal different. Most of them were older than him, likely between 12 and 16, and they were much more vicious. To them he was a threat to the pack, at least to the males. The females viewed him with interest though. He was new meat, but he was also dominant.

Now one of the younger yearling females approached him. He'd seen her before. She was a bit of an outcast to the yearlings. The tattoos on her face made her stand out a great deal, and none of the attention was good attention. Still, she was strong because of it. She stood her ground, which was very good. "You going… out?" she asked with difficulty. Her words were broken English and Gwyl could tell that she could not speak it even as well as he could.

Surprised that the yearling was even talking to him Gwyl looked at her intently, not sure what to make of her. He shrugged, not really answering, but indicating he was. She had already strongly suspected he was, and he didn't feel there was any point in actually talking about it.

"I… go with?" she asked. Her tone was one of submission, and Gwyl was caught by it. None of the other werewolves had been submissive to him at all, none of them except the pups.

Gwyl spun on her, more surprised. He sniffed the air, looking for some signs of her being in heat, but found none. He wasn't sure exactly how to answer. He wasn't against it, but Seth was coming so she'd have a difficult time with him, plus he wasn't sure if she'd even be able to keep up. He shrugged again but this time she seemed to take it as a bad sign and turned away. Gwyl growled and his hand shot out, grabbing her before she could step away. He spun her around and looked her in the eyes.

"If wolf want go, wolf go," he paused, waiting to make sure she understood. She needed to be strong, he didn't want her submissive, especially if she was going to try and befriend him. He didn't befriend those who were too weak to care for themselves unless he had plans for them. She did and nodded, but he wasn't finished. "If want be strong do what want. Not let others control."

When Gwyl saw her eyes flicker with comprehension he let her go. "Seth come, not be afraid. If want come, keep up." Then he moved out into the trees, with Silver following and the girl, who had yet to be named, keeping up.

Seth was looking distraught when Gwyl reached him and Gwyl cocked his head. "What's wrong?" he hissed.

The huge snake uncoiled and raised himself up. He'd been there for well over a week now and Gwyl was sure he'd been eating properly, but there was still something wrong with him. "It'sss my mate," he hissed in return. "Ssshe isss ssstill with the nessst."

"Then you must go to her," Gwyl hissed. "You are welcome with my pack, but it is not your nest. Thank you for the help you have given me."

Seth seemed reluctant to leave, but he finally nodded and took off into the darkness while Gwyl watched.

The yearling moved forward, a little startled. "Snake not go?" she asked.

Gwyl shook his head. "Seth return home," he said. He stared at the yearling. "What name?" he asked finally.

"My name is Tala," she said, bowing slightly.

"You keep up?" he asked. It would be nice to have someone run with him, especially since Seth was going elsewhere. When she nodded Gwyl pulled himself into a branch of the trees. "I run high," he said and then was moving.

The night forest was more awake than the day jungle and Gwyl loved it. It was so different than the forest he was from. So much more life filled this jungle. He couldn't move past more than a tree or two without seeing something he hadn't seen before.

Occasionally they would stop when Gwyl found something extremely curious. Tala would try and explain it as best as possible, but to her most of the things were normal. Birds, animals, plants, all of them were completely foreign to Gwyl and became stranger and stranger the longer they ran. Occasionally they would stop at some tree and Gwyl would touch it listening to its happiness or sadness, but listening. All of them spoke different, instead of whispers their voices were like soft melodies, and Gwyl understood why the forest had sung to him when he'd first come. They seemed much more aware too, and many expressed their gratitude for him listening before he moved on.

Tala was curious about his frequent stops that seemed for no reason, Gwyl knew that the werewolves couldn't hear the song, and he wondered why no one listened. Still, he didn't tell her, if she couldn't hear it there was really no point, not yet. Perhaps if she listened she'd be able to hear it someday, but it was not the time, not yet. First she had to prove herself a friend.

The last stop was a turning point, it was Tala who stopped. It was an open area of the forest, which was quite unusual – the forest was extremely dense and rarely had open areas as large as the one that they were in now. Tala lay down and stared at the sky. Gwyl, who was naturally curious, lay on the floor next to her and also stared at the stars. He didn't do it much. Firenze had always told him about the stars and that was enough for him. Here they looked much different from home though, the whole night sky had moved around.

"My father… out in sky." Tala said after a while. "Father's father says that he is … star. Shine bright at night for me."

Gwyl looked at the stars again, curious. He wondered if people could become stars and if such a thing were possible if animals could become stars as well.

The return trip went faster, Gwyl stopped less frequently, mostly to keep track of the path they took so that he could return to some of the trees he'd listened to. Stray eyed Tala curiously as Gwyl entered the cave again. Kangon approached and Tala left with him, tail between her legs. Gwyl wasn't sure what she'd done wrong, but he would hate to be a yearling that was going to get punished.

"Who was she?" Stray asked once the werewolves had left.

"Tala," Gwyl replied simply. He didn't understand any further need for explanation. Stray watched him, slightly confused, but said nothing.

•

Two nights later Gwyl was running once more with Tala. The night before Stray had followed him, but had barely been able to keep up. She hadn't adjusted to the sleeping schedule during the day. Gwyl hadn't exactly adjusted; he just didn't need to sleep quite as much most of the time.

They took a different direction through the woods. Though she wasn't leading, Gwyl got the distinct impression that she had a good idea about where they were going.

As it turned out they ended up running alongside of a large valley that cut deep into the otherwise flat area. They had almost circled it, but Gwyl couldn't see any way to enter. Nor could he tell what lay below, the tree foliage was so thick in most spots and slightly taller in others so that no matter where you looked from you could not make out anything except the telltale signs of the edge of a lake through the trees.

Tala did stop for a while, and Gwyl wondered if she'd been down in the valley before, but he put it out of his mind. He did memorize the route home so he could return should he feel the need.

For the next couple weeks things went smoothly. Tala quickly was made out to be Gwyl's friend and seemed to lose any standing she had amongst the yearlings. Few of the werewolves liked him except the pups, and even they would keep their distance when their mothers were around.

Gwyl was able to explore the jungle until he had a solid grasp of what lay within a nights run. He had slept away from the cave for a few nights, but only when Silver or Stray were with him. The jaguars seemed content to stay near the cave, but often would disappear from sight during the day to sleep in the trees.

Dog was healing, but slower than normal. Firenze pointed out that it was likely because of something he'd eaten before the attack, something that had cut down on how well his he was able to heal. With the help of some of the werewolves that had befriended the centaurs Gwyl and Stray were taught what plants were edible and which ones weren't. Silver seemed content to watch as the centaurs taught from their knowledge. Many of the animals Gwyl had seen were collected as well, and one by one Gwyl learned the species name and some of the attributes. He was amazed to find frogs that were extremely poisonous. They were odd looking frogs, brightly colored and they smelled funny, but when one of the werewolves demonstrated the potency of the poison on a captured animal Gwyl was floored.

"The muggles that were native to this region used this poison on rare occasions when they were extremely frightened," one of the old centaurs explained. "It is considered a form of magic to them, and they use it sparingly. But, there are other poisons they use that are not as destructive."

"Muggle live nearby?" Stray inquired, curious. Gwyl calmly stroked Ashes, who was perched on his shoulder. He tried not to think too hard about the division between humans. He had gotten used to humans being divided between wizards, witches and muggles, but it was still a little confusing. He was sure that there was something that set them apart, but the only thing he could decide was that wizards used magic. He wasn't sure why muggles could not use magic, magic was everywhere, but he just let it go, in hopes that someday it would be explained. It wasn't really all that important anyway, they were still humans.

"There are a great many muggles that have come and gone from this region. There are still a few scattered tribes. They do not come this deep within the jungle, they fear the magic that may come upon them."

"There are wizards to then?" Stray continued, eager to hear more.

The old centaur looked to another, one of the oldest of the lot. His brown hair had turned a dull grey color and his coat had formed small dark spots. He stepped forward, finishing off the piece of meat he'd been gnawing on. "There is much magic within this place. Many have come from afar just to study it. The tribes are not without their shaman –what you might call wizards – tribesmen who have a great knowledge of the magical arts. There are a few who even wander this deep into the jungle to seek out magic and its mysteries. Some know of us, of the werewolves, and of other magical creatures that reside within the boundaries. There are others who come, witches and wizards who do not understand the forest for what it is. They come and tell us of their laws which we are enslaved under, rules that we must obey. They do not stay, for they are afraid of the forest."

Gwyl understood most of what the centaur he said, but couldn't quite understand a further distinction thathad been made about the humans. He called some of them shamans, but also wizards, he said they were different than many humans, but then he said that there were other wizards who were not so different from humans. They were filthy, lying, frightened humans who felt the need to be in control.

"Shaman like werewolves?" Gwyl asked, trying to piece together everything. While he wasn't that taken with the werewolves he could see a difference between them and humans, and he could make dowith werewolves.

"Yes, I suppose in a way they are like the werewolves here. They have different feelings towards nature and the magics. They believe it a sacred art, and do not anger the stars. They are the best that humans can offer, even if the human race is foolish and weak."

When the old centaur said this Gwyl couldn't help but glance around. He had made some comments about humans in the camp before and they had not always gone over so well. Even though Kangon tried to tell the pack that they were not human, that they were wolves, many did not hold to that belief.

"The shamans cannot be werewolves though." The centaur added on a side note. "There is one among the wolves here that was destined to become a shaman. Her village was destroyed by werewolves who had lost their abilities to control themselves. It was utterly destroyed. She survived, only to be given the burden of becoming a werewolf. Her grandfather, who was away at the time, brought her here so that the pack could take care of her. He is a great shaman and it is a shame that she can no longer learn the arts and study with him. She has lived here for many years."

Firenze nodded, catching Gwyl's eye. "Many of the pack have been brought here as outcasts or found their way here with great difficulty. Some have come when they heard the call during a full moon, some come because they hear rumors. Some," he slowed, picking his words carefully, "are found and brought here."

"Yes," a third centaur added slowly. He looked pale and thin. Gwyl could tell he had once been a great stallion, though his age had gotten to him since that time. "Some are born here as well. But all have come to seek out sanctuary from the outside world. All want a family that they can rely on."

Something moved behind them and Gwyl swiveled, finding the cave had begun to rumble. He reached out and steadied himself against it, only to pull back startled. The walls had come alive, whispering to him. He had listened to it before, but it was muted and hardly perceivable, nothing like now.

Effortlessly Gwyl was on his feet, crossing the cave they were sitting in. The entrance rumbled and Gwyl moved faster, angry. He could hear the singing of the forest dying, as if someone was place a barrier between it and him. He growled again, and noticed that none of the werewolves were present. Silver was at his side moments later, having felt Gwyl's need. Ashes squawked indignantly, holding on to Gwyl's shoulder for dear life as he darted through the darkened cave paths. Her claws brought blood to the surface and it glistened darkly as it streamed down his body.

Gwyl slid to a stop inches from where the entrance to the cave had been. Now, it was nothing more than a solid wall of rock. He growled, angrily, hating that he was trapped. Stray appeared behind him, almost unable to stop as well. She slid into Gwyl and they all tumbled to the ground. Silver growled and pawed what had been the opening, sniffing around.

"Trapped," Gwyl snarled, sniffing the door next to Silver. He wasn't searching for the same thing, he was trying to feel for magic. But the cave was alive with it magic. It swirled around Harry like a warm wind. He moved again, trying to find something specific, but it just warmed him, filling his magical senses, keeping him from tasting anything specific. "New magic," he said. It wasn't really new, but he hadn't felt it before, so it was new to him in a sense.

"It is not new magic," Firenze said from the darkness. He had approached slowly, following Stray after she and Gwyl had burst from the cave they had all been sitting in. "This thing is for your protection, so that the werewolves will not endanger us."

"I go out," Gwyl insisted. He had been well aware that the full moon was coming and wanted to get in a fight with a werewolf in wolf form so that he too could change into a wolf. He'd even spoken to Kangon about it – who was quite adamant in warning Gwyl against it, citing that he did not know what he was getting himself into.

"There is no way in or out of the cave once it has closed, it is a security measure to keep us from endangering ourselves."

"But what if a werewolf is trapped inside," Stray pointed out, seeing the loophole immediately. "It could not get out. It would be a danger to those inside."

"There is a cave where it would be attracted to. It would fall into the opening and be unable to remove itself until the sun has risen once more," Firenze said, keeping it simple. He was looking at Gwyl with an odd interest, but did not say anything of it.

"Kangon said he would tell you of these things, and yet it seems he has forgotten."

"Not forget," Gwyl growled menacingly, slashing at the wall. "Not want Gwyl become wolf. Afraid not strong."

"I do not think he sees you as a risk to his authority," Firenze said, turning and moving back down the path to where the other centaurs were. "I believe he feels the need to spare you from the pain of becoming a werewolf. It really is not a great treat."

Gwyl growled one last time, finding it hard to be mad at a rock wall. He would speak with Kangon when morning came. Perhaps he would see who was stronger.

•

Thousands of miles away a werewolf whimpered and curled up into a semi fetal position in a room at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Albus Dumbledore watched him through a mirror and nodded when he saw the potions effects had worked. "Severus, you have done a wonderful job," he said, speaking to a man who was sitting across from him. "The potion seems to be working exactly as it is supposed to."

Severus Snape sneered. "And I am to be complimented for it? I think that all werewolves should be rounded up and thrown in a magically reinforced kennel."

"Yes, yes," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I am aware of your opinion on the subject. And yet, you brew such a potion for the one we have living at the castle."

"Must we go over this again?" Snape asked snidely. "There are much more important things to talk about."

"Has there been word?" Albus asked, peering over his half moon spectacles. His eyes seemed frozen mid-twinkle. It maddened Snape to see such a trick, and it maddened him more to know that it worked on so many people. Twinkling eyes… it was infuriating.

"No," he responded when he realized he'd waited a bit to long to answer. "Nothing has come up about him. There is something else to discuss, something you've no doubt noticed lately through your channels of communication."

"Ah…" Dumbledore said with a sigh. "Yes, there is the difficulty with the Centaurs."

"Has there been a formal inquisition to find out what's going on?" Snape asked. He'd heard whispers of a centaur rebellion in the works. There were rumors of wizards being caught in the crossfire of a battle between centaurs in Greece. There were other rumors, people spoke of beasts going crazy and attacking their keepers when centaurs were nearby. Most of it was gibberish or garbage dredged up by scum who were only looking for a free drink, but there is always some truth within rumors.

"No, one was mounted, but it was driven off before they could approach. A wizard was even injured in the exchange," Dumbledore said gravely. "We do not believe it originated in Greece, though it would not surprise me. Still, it is relatively isolated to a few herds. I do not believe it is time to worry yet. Still, we must discover the truth behind the rumors before this thing escalates. It has taken them a great deal of time to gain acceptance amongst the magical races. I do believe this will set back much of what has been gained over the years."

"What are you planning?" Snape asked, eyeing the old man. His eyes narrowed, but he held back any emotions and sealed his lips. He knew that it was not his place to ask, nor was it in his best interests. If he pushed it he knew he could easily become one of Dumbledore's personal investigators.

Dumbledore smiled, as if the moment before had been lost and he was now in a peaceful moment. "We must send out some observers to see what we can discover about the centaur rebellion. I would hate to see it escalate into a full blown war. Some of the more far-reaching members of the governments are trying to use this as an excuse to attack the centaurs or take control of them through much more physical means."

Snape nodded, he understood what Dumbledore wanted, but he would not be pressed into such a situation without a fight. "Why not send the werewolf?" Snape asked. "His insistent searching for the feral child is getting on my nerves. It would be best for him to be sent elsewhere so that he can grasp the truth – that he'll never be able to find the beast."

"I would appreciate it if you did not refer to Harry as such. What has happened to him was a series of unfortunate incidents. It is a wonderful thing that he lived, and since you are as much to blame as anyone I would think you would have better thoughts dealing with the child."

"I had nothing…" Snape started, but was cut off.

"… to do with him running off, no. But, if he were with his parents, I very much doubt that this would have happened."

"That has no…" he paused and looked away. Then, with a swirl of his cloak he headed towards the door.

"Severus, I apologize, I was only trying to get across a point. Do not hate Remus for trying to find Harry. He feels it is the only thing he can do to redeem himself for what has happened. Even the escape did not alter his course, I doubt that I would be able to convince him to leave behind his search."

"Then I will convince him," Snape growled and raised his wand to the door, which would not open. "Now let me leave or I'll force my way out."

• Updated 2004.10.11 •

Authors Note: This chapter took a while yes. For everything that reviewed – thank you, it means a lot to me. I'm still thinking about the werewolf matter. My beta is giving me a difficult time about it, even put up a poll in my yahoogroup. If you haven't left your opinion on the subject I'm letting you know that I'm keeping it open for the moment. It won't be decided for a couple more chapters. If you've changed your opinion after reading something in those chapters let me know. For those of you wondering Gwyl will be an 'alpha' wolf no matter what. It'll probably take longer if he becomes a werewolf, because he'll have to overcome the problems he'll have as a werewolf. Not all of them have been brought forward yet but I'll start hinting at them. Believe me, silver and full-moon's aren't the only 'difficulties' werewolves have in the Hidden universe. So now that I've demonstrated what is happening in the Wizarding World (more than you think in this chapter) who wants Remus to come and save Gwyl?

Oh, and btw 100 reviews. I am astonished. If you want a good response to your review make sure to leave your email, if the review is thoughtful I'll probably send you an email or IM you. I actually had to track a couple people down last chapter because there profile didn't have a review and I wanted to talk to them.

Yeah. For those of you who don't know about it I have a yahoo group where you can ask questions and get an answer in a reasonably amount of time. That's also where I keep review responses when I get around to it for this chapter. So! Until next chapter. (I promise it won't be as long – especially if I get such a good review response)

One more thing – I have an AU C2 Community, if you're interested join up. If you're interested in being staff let me know and I'll add you.