Shitza: Hello again, sorry for this really long time, but as you will see... This is sooooooo long for being a chapter. I decided to make something special so here it goes... they have much to do in this, he, he.
Tári: She's not joking, you better read carefully, so you don't miss things.
Seeeza: Especially her bad spelling.
Shitza: Be prepared for weird turns and quite many mysteries in this. Mail me if you wonder about anything. I have a regular check ups on my mails these days.
Tári: (sorts mails from five different stories)
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Seeeza (spins around confused)
Shitza: Now on to the story...
Warning: For those who don't know this fic' will be getting darker. I'll try to keep the borders by the PG13, yet beware for some really cruel darkness. Also, for those who hates Bible crossovers, do not read the part, which tells about what's going on in Grimmauld Place. Now you know, so I'll let this story continue...
Chapter 10 As Darkness grows...
Harry, together with Ron, Hermione, Neville and Cassandra (it was a double Astronomy class with the Ravenclaws) stood together, looking in the same telescope in turns, examining Pluto's moon. They were in a foul mood, as they had had a rough awakening. The Creevey brothers, and Blaze had set them in traps, so that they got awoken by ice, water, a mix of dried nettles and rosehip seeds which made their whole bodies itch like hell, yet they couldn't scratch back without receiving burns all over. It all ended in the lake, where luckily they itching disappeared. They pranksters had created portkeys, which were designed to take the one who touched it, straight one metre above the middle of the lake. This... "trap" had been designed for, not only Harry, Ron, Neville and Hermione, but also for Cassandra and Draco. How the pranksters had managed this, was still a mystery.
Cassandra grinned. Sure enough she had made sure that the three of them received hell of it. The Creevey brothers had landed on to clean all toilets in the castle, without magic. Including the girls toilets, yet they had to lock the door before starting so that the girls wouldn't get offended.
Blaze on the other hand had managed to talk himself out of it, by pulling out some silver and some really good jokes, which made Professor McGonagall, forget the reason why he came up to her office. What people had known at Salem, yet what no one around Hogwarts knew, was that Blaze's ancestors almost all had been clear Fools. Some of course had been other things, but what had been running down from all bloods was the same, jokes and tricks. Not always that positive, yet always funny.
She fritted her teeth. He would pay for that humiliation in the Ravenclaw's Common room.
Some metres away Blaze stood with Parvati, Seamus, Dean and Lavender, who all shared the same telescopes. Whatever that might swirl around in that Jokers head, they sure enough couldn't know what it could be. They had no idea of what he might plan.
She turned back to her chart and a parchment. She wrote some coordinates down, when all of sudden...
-In a Dream-
She was standing by the sea, this pool of water so many fell in love with, and left to explore. The wind came from the west, bringing the faint sent of salt. The grass she stood on was greener then anything she had seen before.
All of sudden the scenery changed, the sky grew darker, beams of blood red light shot from all over the universe. The grass under her feet died. The stars went out. The sun disappeared in a flash, bringing the moon to the same fate. The salt water from the sea was replaced, by a land of dead earth.
'What had happened?'
-End Dream-
She was abruptly awoken. She still could remember the dream. 'Damn you, Blaze' she thought while she shook awake.
Ron bent down to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. She looked up into his eyes.
"What happened?" he asked in a whisper.
She shivered. She was mighty confused, and it got worse as he took her hands in his, she suddenly felt a wave of magic as he went into her mind to see what she had seen. She tried to shut him out, yet failed as she felt it would only made more questions.
"What did that dream mean?" he asked her, still in that low voice.
She looked down to the ground. She felt shamed to admit this...
"I don't know." She whispered back. Ron didn't laugh at this as she supposed he would. Instead he smiled.
"You judge yourself too hard." He told her. "You don't need to be the all knowing princess. Even Hermione makes mistakes. No one is perfect."
Tears trickled down her face.
"I know, but I have so much to live up too. The last thing my father told me was that cleverness was the key of being a true Ravenclaw. Without it we were nothing."
Ron shook his head, ignoring to commentate that. He would save it for later. Instead he moved closer to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. She could tell she was confused, he was too. He didn't know what had happened to him.
Harry was working on his own chart, when he all of sudden felt a cold run down his spine. Puzzled he looked around, to find nothing except for the things he could see. Yet he knew something else must be out there.
He went back to his chart, yet he couldn't concentrate. Some kind of evilness laid over them, what it could be, he didn't know.
He put down his quill and looked out towards the sea of treetops that met your eyes whenever you looked out over the Forbidden forest. He saw the leaves rattle, as the wind behind grew strong. Something was not...
Ron felt the same, yet his focus was placed on the sky. He saw the stars, which tried to tell him about the evening. From what he had seen in Cassandra's mind, of her memories of that strange, horrible dream, he knew something was about to happen. Yet, as far as he could not understand, he didn't know why things were going as they were. Indeed his feelings for the Ravenclaw had changed. Yet there was not time to think of that.
He walked away to the shadows, where no one seemed to notice him. And then...
The sky was lit by shooting red stars. None of them could understand the signs that were said, not even Neville. Maybe the centaurs, yet that could be doubtful. Yet he knew he had seen these stars before, in her memory. He knew they meant something, but what?
As everyone's attention was turned towards the sky, he sneaked of. He climbed down the tower, from the outside. The way down would be watched, and no one saw him. This was dangerous, he knew that. Yet he needed to go and find something. To awaken the fire within...
Hermione looked at the sky, trying to solve the great puzzle in her mind. She knew nothing of this kind, yet she tried to find any clues. She wanted to know what was happening.
So instead of looking up, she looked down.
There... on the Grounds, she saw three cloaked persons gazing up. Yet they could not be any students or teachers, that's for sure. They were strangers, maybe even Death eaters. She hesitated, what should she do? Tell the others, maybe warn the whole castle? But panic was the least thing they needed. She thought about telling Ron, yet she noticed, he was gone... she looked down again... just to discover... something that everyone dreaded would come...
(Shitza: I guess this is getting pretty anxiously around. Sorry for that, can't resist. Don't worry, we are not finished yet."
Neville too had been looking up. He tried to contact the spirits to the world of either living or dead, the ones who knew what to come. Yet he couldn't reach them. He wondered, was this something that was supposed to happen. Could they do anything to prevent it.
He tried to reach them once more, and like the first time... nothing. 'Why did everything have to happen tonight?' he wondered. Was this an omen of either life pr death... of love or hatred. Of any known or unknown emotions at all. He didn't know. All he could know, something was not right.
He suddenly fell back, as a new sight appeared. He saw, what everyone else aw, or guessed. The Dark Lord was here...
(Number twelve, Grimmauld Place)
Petunia was worried. She hadn't heard from Harry ever since he had arrived back to Hogwarts. Surely she knew Hogwarts was one of the safest places at all, but also. The Dark lord had attacked that place before. She guessed Harry and his friends were preoccupied by heaps of homework. They wouldn't have time to write anything to her, even if all six of them had promised to. Yes, even Malfoy had said he would write and tell of anything happened.
She walked into the kitchen. No one was there, in fact the whole house was empty, except for old Kreatcher, who was at the attic cleaning. As she poured herself some coffee she saw one of the members forgotten wands lying by the table. She picked it up, it felt warm. She imagined to herself how it would feel on being a real witch. She waved it, and as expected, yet to her disappointment nothing happened. She laid it down, took her cup and went into the living room. She didn't notice the tiny sparks that appeared, from the tip of the wand.
Instead she seated down in a armchair and started to read from an old book, a very old bible. It was a magical bible, a little bit different from the muggle ones. Mainly because it explained more. Like for example how two strong charms had risen the sea to open a path for Moses and his people to walk through. How Jesus, who actually was a wizard, had healed so many, and when Muggles believed he had died on the cross, he had simple ass that disapparated. The Magical bible was an explainer of the other one. Yet if a non-knower of magic would pick it up, it would look like an ordinary one. Petunia knew about magic, and she read it, laughing here and there.
The time went on. Suddenly the clock on the wall stroke to dinnertime, yet none of the magical folks had appeared. That was strange, they usually wasn't out late, especially not Lupin. She was starting to get worried again.
That's when she received a small feathery ball out of the thin air, Ron's owl Pigwidgeon, who had a letter tied to his leg. She detached it and read...
Members of the Order. Hogwarts is under attack, we need help.
Ronald Gryffindor
She froze... the school was under attack. She ran back to the kitchen, took a pinch of Floo Powder and stuck her head into the green flames. It was a weird feeling, standing on one place yet feeling your head swirl over a hundred times. She soon reached her destination... Lupin's house.
"Remus" she yelled, causing a bunch of people to jump into the air. It was just as she had suspected. The Order was assembled by the Werewolf's house.
"P-Petunia" Remus said shocked. Of all things he had not been prepared to see her there.
"Remus, Im glad you're not all deaf. The kids are in trouble, Ron just sent me a letter."
"Wonder why he didn't send it in another way, there are more."
"Well, his owl appeared out of thin air and landed in my lap. I think he somehow transported him here."
"Oh..."
The other members, who hadn't heard the conversation bent closer to listen. Some of them were Tonks, Moody, Mr Weasley and Kingsley.
"What's going on?" Tonks asked confused. Her hair was spiky, in a shocking pink colour that made Petunia flinch. She hated all kinds of pink, whatever it was used for.
Just then the fire all of sudden died out. Petunia was thrown back, right into the hands of a man. One of his hands, was silver, and it looked like it had been attached to his left arm.
"Who are you?" she asked.
(Back at Hogwarts)
Still silence, the Dark Lord had hidden in the forest, waiting for the rest of his armies to appear. In the meantime Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Cassandra and a newly awoken Draco prepared themselves for a rough night. Harry thought, 'if Voldemort wanted to end it like this, they would make sure he wouldn't get far. If he did, they would still make this the greatest battle of all time.'
Ron sharpened the old sword of Godric Gryffindor. Cassandra held a longbow in her hand, with that quiver of arrows. Draco too had a sword, which had passed down from his fathers for centuries. Hermione had a whip in her hands, which made her look like a fierce queen. Indeed she was the power of Morgan le Fay, yet the whip would more symbol obedience and she hoped it would change the Death Eaters minds since it was charmed to burn whatever it touched.
Neville was the only one without any weapon at all. The Hufflepuffs had since long been friendly even if they indeed disliked the evilness going on they rarely fought. Not because of fear or fright. They only helped, they took care of the injured and the dying. Indeed he too was prepared for the worse and he had brought everything he had, all kinds of herbs and potion ingredients. Anything that might help them at all.
They all sat on the roof of the Gryffindor Tower. Brooms ready in their hands. The students were downstairs in the Great Hall, waiting for the news, for the outcome of the battle. The teachers were waiting in the Entrance hall. Ron would lead them, having won so many games of chess he had indeed showed himself for having a talent in forms and feelings for these sort of matters.
... red light, dark night...
... horns and howls kept blowing...
...screams and explosions awoken by light...
... blood and death came going...
At last, the battle began...
(Shitza: Not stopping here, not to worry... he, he)
Harry, Ron and Draco mounted of. They flew around, stunning or cursing all the death eaters in sight before heading to the ground. After them came Cassandra, who preferred to shoot them down to the ground. They had all agreed not to kill yet, unless they would really have to. After them came Neville, yet he just flew around, stunned a few and flew straight back to the castle to wait for the injured together with Madam Pomfrey. Lastly came Hermione, but she just dove to the ground and began battling there. She really hated being up in the air. Yet by seeing her do this, the rest of them finally found out she had to be afraid of heights. She was greatly teased for this.
They decided to split up, to destroy the powers once and for all. They knew this might be a test, yet also, they knew they weren't beginners, they were more than average in these facts. They had dealt with the dark before. This would be no match for them at all. Or so at least both Ron and Cassandra thought.
Draco shook his head, reading their minds. The two of them had started to become overconfident.
(Cassandra's first obstacle: Battling Banshees)
Cassandra was locked in a fierce fight between her and a hundred ugly looking banshees. She started to regret her though on this being easy, in fact she had no idea of how she would be able to fight these things. The banshees started singing, and their screeching voices made her as trembling as ever. Dozens of clammy hands stretched out to tear her apart. She was shocked, she had no idea of what to do. She stood there, looking blankly at the hands...
The sky rumbled above, with that spectacular entrance her friend Eador came from above. The eagle dove down, scratched the banshees by their faces. Finally Cassandra woke up and seeing Eador fight gave her an idea.
She transformed herself into her Animagi form of a bronze eagle. She flew up to a branch several yards away. The banshees, not being the fastest of walkers hurried after. Cassandra spent her time enjoying herself by once and for all shutting these voices up. Having received the highest points ever in Charms, Charms was basically her best subject apart from Levitation. Sighing she held out her wand and shouted, as high as she could...
"Silencio Maximous" she yelled, her voice echoing over the mountains. A tornado of magic erupted, the Maximous charms were very powerful and mostly erupted in either some kind of force, or in a very strong light. The tornado swept over the banshees and silenced them forever, with it also followed a weird blinding light she didn't know anything about, and she began to wonder if it was about time to buy a new wand. Without making a single sound, they fled, terrified on what had happened them. Cassandra jumped down, yet she had a bad landing. Cursing, she had to swear for herself never to do something stupid as this again.
Sighing she transformed to her Animagi form and flew of to the Wing, to get Neville to help her. If there was something she would not risk, it was on doing the wrong thing. Usually she tried herself, yet her foot wasn't broken, or twisted or anything particular. Yet, she still couldn't stand on it. She didn't know why, so it was the best not to take any chances.
(Ron's first obstacle: Zapping Zombies)
He had not expected the blow to his head, which he received from an absent-minded man. He wasn't sure on what he would call the man, until he, or rather say it, began moaning deeply, like a pale ghost. Too late Ron understood what he, or it was. It was a Zombie.
'A Zombie!' he first thought, then he laughed. 'Poor old Voldie must have lost his touch. Especially if he send some absent-minded creatures after me, which are unable to either think or speak.'
He shook his head once more, and didn't notice a second zombie, a female one, sneaking up behind to blow him on the head once more with her fists. He was almost knocked out cold, when sudden he remembered, this was really nothing, Zombies were slow thinkers and slow in their moves. He just had to think and act quick.
And so he did, he ran out of the way from a second blow, which would probably had cracked his head as a third one had entered the scene, carrying a large club. He quickly counted up as many as they where, two hundred by total. He thought of a various supply of ideas, before one particular struck him. Something he remembered Hermione had read for them, once on a rainy day in the library...
-Flashback-
They all sat half asleep around a table, listening to the rain outside. They were meant to study, yet neither Ron or Harry had the energy for it. The two of them more thought about quidditch. Hermione on the other hand was reading through a heavy book. Suddenly she cried out...
"Listen to this, this is really interesting...
For being one of the most weird creatures living on this planet, the Zombies can beat everything. The Zombies are in fact humans, who have through various ceremonies to be killed and then reawaken. The human's soul is trapped in a web of twinned mane hair and a sphere of glass, a Soulkeeper, a magical stone which takes the soul and gives the curser full control over the Zombie, as long as the Zombie would wear it. The soul could be freed, if the Soulkeeper ever would get broken unless, they were destined on being soulless creatures as they became. Through all the poison, which is a very bad damage to the brain, the zombies cannot almost think of their own, they just obey orders. They do everything slow, fight eat with more. They don't need sleep, so they have turned out to be great servants twenty-four hours a day. The most common zombies in the world are the victims of the Dementors, yet there have been recorded other ways to destroy a fellow human being and enslave his life in the workers hell."
-End Flashback-
'That's it, he thought' they are slaves, they obey whatever mind, that stands over theirs. Maybe, I'll manage to get them to obey me instead of Voldie. That would really annoy him.'
He looked up, seeing the weather conditions he smiled. Like everyone else he had trained Weather magic and a little lightning wouldn't hurt.
The rain fell down, big lightning bolts hit the grounds. He had a fun time directing them to hit the zombies, which screamed and the fell down with large thuds. When most of them had fallen he went to look for the Soulkeepers. Indeed he found them, all of them had one. So typical Voldemort, enslaving a bunch of innocent Muggles. He would have to brake them later, when more would be able to help him with the memory charms.
He took the spheres and placed them in his pocket, to remain safe. Voldemort would have to kill him to get those things back.
(Hermione's first obstacle: Demolishing Dark Fairies)
Sure enough you would remember these foul little creatures, how they had tricked them, almost given them to the Dark Lord himself. Well, as she saw the Fairies torturing a poor Unicorn fowl, which they had found in the forest, she couldn't take much more. With all that rage she ran over, raised her wand and...
Her wand was snatched out of the air, the Dark Fairies had seen this coming and they couldn't wait to have the opportunity to torture her. They snapped her wand in two and before she had time for much else, they bound her with small, small silk ropes. The Dark Fairies loved to play with others, especially when they got to play with which such a "whimpering little bitch" as they called her.
Hermione thought everything was lost as the hung her in a tree. The were carrying small knives and bows. She looked around to find a way to escape. Surely this didn't look frightening, if she hadn't seen how the Fairies had dug themselves into the young fowl's body and tear it to pieces, alive.
She spotted a small brook, which ran through the forest. 'Yes!' she thought, she was saved.
She concentrated deeply, not noticing the light at the moment. The water stopped flowing to assemble a large balloon of water, which rolled towards the clearing, in which the Dark Fairies danced in. They didn't notice the balloon in time, before it burst and all water flew out, drowning them.
She laughed as the water hit her, she was free. Or so she thought, until she remembered she was tied to the tree. Sighing she had to wriggle free, she was too exhausted for using any more magic, for at least some minutes. Well, none of them, except for Draco, her boyfriend had had any sleep at all. When all of this would be over she would make sure the Creevey brothers and Blaze would pay for this.
She finally managed to free herself and she landed bedside the young fowl. 'Poor thing' she thought, the fowl had died minutes ago. So young, so beautiful, yet dead.'
(Harry's first obstacle: Draining Dementors)
One of the things Harry really was hated was fear, since fear was the only thing that really scared him. Also, fear very likely was one of the things that really could affect him. And with Voldemort ordering a hundred of Dementors to sort him out he was very unsure of what to do, and he had to hurry since the darkness slowly tried to take him. He heard screams, his mother, and his father. He saw all the terrible things he had been through. He fell to his knees, wanting it all to stop. He saw Cedric die, Sirius once again fall through the veil. 'NO' he thought, 'no'.
The Dementors slowly approached, draining everything that was happy about him. In the very back Voldemort smiled victorious. 'If you manage through this, Potter you are a worthy opponent.
Harry looked up, he saw his friends battle. Hermione still fought the Dark Fairies, Cassandra had just manage to silence the Banshees, Ron had managed to paralyse all zombies, even Draco had succeeded on his task. They all fought against the foulest creatures available, they were winning. Was he that weak, or was it something else.
-You keep holding the past. It's time too look beyond the future. Open you eyes Heir of Merlin and see what the wise only can see.-
That voice, he hadn't heard from it since last year's adventures. Once again the great dragon had awoken his spirit, and the real power, which dwelled deep in his blood.
His wand lay forgotten by his side, his hands where on his knees. This magic, very similar to the one Morgan le Fay was so feared of, ran through his blood as flames in the darkness. It awakened him on a way he never had experienced before. The once who tried to look at him would surely be blinded as a light, a light of pure love erupted. The light had once before saved him, as it once had been awoken by his mother, that faithful day. Now, so many years later, he had managed it all by himself.
Yet magic or not, nothing lasted forever. Which could be noticed far away. What he did, that particular day was to absorb the happiness the Dementors fed on, and to learn things only a few had learnt before. That whatever your creature looked like, how horrible, how destructive, how evil, how sickening and so on, the creature always had a weak point. For Dementors, this had turned out to be one, a ancient light that only appeared through Patronuses, or in this case really powerful, old blood.
Yet what happened, you'll see...
(Draco's first obstacle: War with Werewolves)
Draco laid curled up (Animagi) in a tree, looking down on the battlefield below. He was grinning, yet it couldn't be seen on his small reptile head. Down below he saw a bunch of Werewolves, which was strange. It wasn't full moon. Yet he knew how. He supposed that Voldemort had captured as many werewolves as he could and on a full moon cursed them to remain as the inner beasts they were. He wondered who dwelled under all that fur. He was pretty sure that the wolves could even be Muggles.
He had seen his father do a similar thing on a vampire. He had cursed that man, making him to be a monster for all eternity. As vampires where hard to kill, it had proven it be a good monster, until that day it by mistake stepped out into the sunlight, which finally destroyed it.
Beneath the tree where he laid suddenly a werewolf approached. It looked up at him seeing him as some kind of good breakfast. Draco clearly disagreed at this, he wasn't ready to be ones meal. Instead he flung himself down and bit the werewolf's heel. The wolf howled as Draco attacked again.
# You're no ordinary serpent are you? # the werewolf asked in his own growling language.
-I'm the heir of Slytherin, no I'm not ordinary.- Draco answered, nodding.
# An heir, like the ones my master has asked of me to destroy. Tell me, oh mighty heir, what are you doing spying on me and my family. #
-I wasn't spying on you, or neither your family. I simply fell asleep on this branch and didn't notice your arrival before now. Please forgive me for disrupting I can leave if you wish.-
The werewolf shook his head. # Don't leave yet # he said. # It would be a shame to leave this interesting conversation. #
-Interesting indeed.- Draco agreed.
Many other wolves approached him. Draco hesitated before saying...
-You have many loyal friends, my friend.-
# Yes, it seems so. But I guess they are as me curious how I feels, to be human. I have few memories of the time I walked on two legs instead of four paws. Tell me what it feels like. Tell us all. #
Draco thought victorious... 'Voldie must have lost his mind, he haven't even ripped their memories out. I do wonder what he has left his smarter side of his brain, not counting on his armies. This can't be all of them, can it. He's much stronger that this, wonder what he's planning.
He turned his attention back to the werewolves.
-I can show you, I can turn you back. Promise me not to attack when I change back to my rightful form. –
The werewolves all nodded. Draco landed on the ground and as he slowly began to change, the werewolves began to back away. He soon stood there, from being a snake to a man. He could feel how the wolves hungered, yet none of them moved. They all watched him, in awe. He guessed this brought back memories for them, of their old lives.
There had once been a story of a princess, who by full moon had been cursed to remain a monster for every single night there was. She had been a beautiful woman, yet by the nights she became a monster. All in all, one day a prince had arrived, he had heard of the princess' beauty, but when he arrived all he saw was a fury beast. Her parents had told him of their sorrow, and from his own sorrow he kissed her, which changed her back and freed her from the curse. This was an old Wizarding Fairy Tale.
Draco wondered if there could be any kind of connection from the tale and history. Even if their were none known cures for the Wolf bites, old tales could hold many truth. Once wizards and witches had been more powerful then now. He wondered...
He walked over to a female wolf. He prayed higher powers that Hermione wouldn't see this. Sighing, he bent down and kissed the wolf on its mouth.
First nothing seemed to have happened. Then, the wolf was shining brightly and before Draco's and the other wolves' eyes she changed back into a seven-year-old little girl.
Now, by seeing this all wolves hurried over to him, eager to touch his lips and to get free from the curse. Even if this wouldn't cure them from becoming werewolves, it would at least cure them from being monsters for the rest of their lives. Yet he wished he wouldn't need to kiss every single one of them. Even if no one saw him, this was getting humiliating.
The Dark Lords armies called for a retreat and backed. The five heirs and the sorceress sighed tiredly. Most of them had not had quite so much asleep. Indeed Cassandra, who just had returned from the wing, and Hermione fell over to get some minutes rest. Neville shook his head, he had come down to them, when he saw the armies slowly disappear.
"Get up girls" he said and waved his wand. Too buckets of ice-cold water hit them and the two of them sprang awake.
"What was that for?!" Cassandra asked, demanding to get a good answer.
"Sleep, you can do later. Shortly the armies will be back, this time with Trolls, Vampires, Death Eaters and the rest of all the worlds' foul creatures. Here" he said and muttered a charm. Almost immediately the two woman felt all their drowsiness disappear. Neville placed the same charm on Harry, Ron and Draco.
"Now you can go" he said running back to the castle. They understood why. Once again they heard the sound of an approaching army. They all sighed. Would this night never end.
Not knowing, they never saw the cloaked people hurry up behind the shadows.
To Reviewers: Have to stop here, to tired to continue. Besides, this is MUCH longer then usual.
Alanpatty07: Hope things have turned out to the best, I did response to you as I said in the mail. Anyway, I'll be a bit more observant this time. Thanks for reviewing, once again I'm sorry.
blaze potter: Thanks for such a warm review, sorry for taking time on the update, yet you must have noticed why by now.
ThE 3 cAbAlLeRoS: Well, I do have many girls to pair him with. Can only tell you one thing, whoever Harry's girlfriend will be, she'll be from Beauxbatons. I thought he would try something French in this. (giggles)
Nightwing: Maybe I did a bit too much, yet the pranks in those stories were some of my favourites. Anyway, thanks for reviewing, you are very loyal you know.
gary: Sorry to say it, but no. I'm thinking of getting one, but can't do that before my parents are out. They don't like the idea, but I'll get it, one day. When I do I'll add you in, promise!
Erin Heather Cochrane: Please, please, please don't be mad at me for not keeping my promise on updating during the weekend.
End Notes: Next update will take a while. It was planned to be more in this chapter, yet I think it would have been too much if I put that in to. Besides, if I would, it would had been a cliffhanger. In next chapter, I'm thinking of telling you all, who the cloaked people have been. There are six in all, can anyone guess, I think I've given you all the clues you could have gotten.
Love Shitza