Chapter Thirty-One
All That I Do
ONE
Harry woke around three o'clock that morning. He very slowly moved around in the bed, so that he could see Severus's face. His lover was still sleeping, his arms wrapped protectively around Harry's body, making it very difficult for Harry to get out of the bed without waking him. Earlier that night, before they had gone to bed, Harry had made the decision that Severus and Draco just weren't safe with him around. He seemed to draw bad luck to him like a magnet. He decided that the best way to protect them (especially Severus) would be to return to Gryffindor Tower where he belonged. The best way he could think of to say goodbye to Severus was by allowing him the pleasure they had shared earlier in the evening.
Harry leaned on his elbow as he watched Severus sleeping, the sadness enveloping him as he looked upon the complacent expression on Severus's face. "I'm sorry," he whispered miserably as he gently extricated himself from Severus's grip. Once he was out of the bed, he gathered up all of the little things that he had scattered about the room and placed them on top of his school robes. After that, he dressed and gathered up his little pile before returning to his bedroom.
"Dobby!" he called softly, hoping not to wake anyone.
There was a loud crack, and then Dobby was standing in front of him, bobbing up and down excitedly. "What can Dobby do for Master Harry Potter, sir?" the little elf squeaked.
"Sh!" Harry said to him. "You have to be very quiet so no one wakes up, okay?"
Dobby nodded, his bat-like ears flapping back and forth with the motion.
"I need all of my things moved back to my dormitory in Gryffindor Tower before morning," Harry explained. "Do you think you can do that?"
"Dobby is a good house elf!" Dobby exclaimed. "Dobby will move Harry Potter's things before morning! Dobby is being very happy to help Harry Potter!"
"Thank you so very much, Dobby," Harry said, giving the little elf a hug. "You don't know how much this means to me."
Dobby beamed at him before silently starting in on his things, zapping them from the room with a wave of his hands.
Harry watched Dobby work for a moment before going to his desk and pulling out a quill, ink, and parchment. He began writing slowly, uncertain about how to word his letter, but as he went on, he began writing faster and with more purpose, the words appearing on the parchment before Harry realized he had thought them. By the time he finished his letter, Dobby had already cleared Severus's quarters of all Harry's things. Harry rolled up the letter, wax sealed it and wrote "For Severus and Draco" on the outside. He placed the letter on Severus's coffee table before vacating the rooms.
He walked slowly down the darkened corridors of the school, doing his best not to think of what he was leaving behind. As he got to the top of the stairs leading to the ground floor, he walked right into someone.
"Watch it!" the someone drawled in a very familiar voice.
"Draco?" Harry asked, squinting in the dark. He saw Draco's blonde hair shimmering in the soft moonlight coming in through the windows.
"Harry?" Draco asked back.
"What are you doing up?" they both asked at the same time.
"Oh, er, well you see," Draco stammered, blushing the most amusing shade of pink. "Hermione thought she heard something, you see, so she called me to…"
"To snog her so she'd forget all about it?" Harry finished for him.
"Hey!" Draco protested. "It wasn't anything like that! She just wanted to… you know… cuddle."
Harry laughed softly. "You were cuddling?" he asked. "I don't believe you."
"I don't care what you believe," Draco retorted. "Besides, what excuse do you have for being out here at this time in the morning?"
"I had a bad dream," Harry told him. "I needed some air."
"Makes sense," Draco replied. "You just hurry up and get your air before you get caught out. I'll see you in the morning."
Harry nodded his agreement and waited for Draco to disappear down the stairs before continuing on his way to Gryffindor Tower.
As Harry climbed the stairs, he realized what he was doing and why. He gasped as the pain of it landed on him, his heart beating painfully in his chest as he struggled to keep the tears at bay. His vision blurred as his eyes filled with tears, but he refused to let them fall. He gasped out the password to the Fat Lady and stumbled up the stairs to dorm before crawling into his bed and placing silencing charms all around him. Once the charms were up, he let the torrent of tears fall, reveling in the heartbreak, knowing he deserved this pain.
TWO
The Tower was abuzz with the news this morning. Harry had come back to Gryffindor. No one had actually seen him yet, but the boys from his dormitory had all said that his things were back. Hermione was perplexed to hear about it. Why would Harry return to the Tower so unexpectedly? And even if it weren't unexpected, why would he return in the middle of the night? It just didn't make any sense.
After listening to the excited chatter of the rest of Gryffindor all morning, Hermione decided to go upstairs and find out for herself what was going on. She climbed the stairs to the boys' dorm, the rest of the girls cheering her on (though she barely heard them through her worry) and paused outside the door with 'Seventh Year Boys' marked on the outside. She took a deep breath and opened the door, recognizing Harry's trunk at the foot of one of the beds as soon as she stepped inside the room.
"Harry?" she called gently, noting the closed drapes on the bed. "Harry, are you up?" She listened carefully as she moved toward the bed, but didn't hear any sounds from within. When she reached the bed, she slowly pulled the curtains back to find Harry curled up in a ball on his bed, crying quietly.
"Oh, Harry," she said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "What happened?"
Harry didn't answer her, but he did sit up and pull her into a tight embrace, at which point he began sobbing into her shoulder.
"Harry, tell me what happened?" Hermione persuaded, worried about her friend.
Harry just continued crying and didn't say anything.
"Was it something Professor Snape did?" Hermione asked.
Harry shook his head vigorously.
"Was it Draco, then?"
Harry shook his head again, still crying on her shoulder.
"What then?" Hermione asked, perplexed. "Was it María?"
Harry sat up slowly then, looking down at his lap, and he nodded ever so slightly. Hermione would have missed it if she hadn't been looking for it.
"What did she do, Harry?" Hermione asked.
Harry just shrugged as if he didn't know. Hermione sighed heavily, pulling Harry back into her arms, knowing that he wasn't going to tell her anything, and to try to make him would be an exercise in futility. "Are you going to classes today?" she asked after a moment.
Harry sat back again, wiping his eyes with the back of his sleeve, and shook his head.
"I didn't think so," Hermione replied. "You just try to get some rest, okay? You look like you didn't sleep at all last night."
Harry nodded then, and lay down as Hermione held the blankets open for him. She tucked him in, kissed his forehead, and then proceeded back down to the common room, a crease of worry upon her brow.
THREE
Severus woke up just after dawn and stretched languidly before sitting up. He looked to the other side of the bed, and noticed that Harry wasn't there. "Harry?" he called out, thinking that perhaps Harry was in the loo.
He got out of bed and moved into the bathroom to find that it was empty. "Harry?" he called out again, thinking that maybe Harry was in the sitting room, studying. He opened the door and saw Draco sitting on the couch, but no Harry. He decided to check Harry's room, thinking that maybe Harry was looking for one of his books. When he entered Harry's common area he saw right away that the bookcase was empty.
"Harry?" he called out, wondering what happened to all of the books. When he entered Harry's bedroom, he saw that the room was stripped bare, all of Harry's books and personal belongings missing.
"He's gone," Draco said, as Severus came back into the sitting room, feeling dazed.
"Gone?" he asked. "What do you mean?" He sat down next to Draco on the sofa and noticed the roll of parchment on the coffee table with his and Draco's name on it.
"I saw him out last night," Draco said softly. "He said he just needed some air, but now I think perhaps he was lying about that."
Severus picked up the scroll and eyed the wax seal distastefully. "What reason has he to go?" he wondered aloud.
"He probably wrote his reason in the letter," Draco replied. "Maybe you should read it."
"Why didn't you read it?" Severus asked as he broke the seal. "It has your name on it."
"I thought it would be best if we were both present."
Severus nodded as he slowly unrolled the letter, trepidation burning at his insides. He read aloud:
My dear Severus and friend Draco,
I'm sorry to go this way, without saying anything to either of you, but I knew that if I had stayed, you would have talked me out of what must be done. The situation with María made me realize just how much danger I have placed both of you in. I never meant for it to be this way. I hope that you can forgive me.
I sat by and watched the world progressing around me while I stayed in my own little dream world, pretending that nothing can hurt me, no matter how much already has. I know that you will be angry, and I can't say that I blame you. I would also be angry, but please understand that there is no other way for me to do what I must. The fate of the world rests upon my trembling shoulders and I can no longer ignore my responsibility to the rest of humanity.
Know that no matter what happens from here, I do this because I care for you, and I cannot imagine a world in which you must live in fear for your lives. It is very likely that I will not survive to see what the world is like without Lord Voldemort in it, but I will live long enough to know that I have destroyed him once and for all. Do not mourn my loss. I have come to see that this is the way it was always meant to be, and it could not have been any other way.
Severus, to you specifically I owe many thanks and apologies. I apologize for getting you into so much trouble for so long. It is my fault that María nearly had you arrested. If I had just listened to you when you told me that it was wrong for us to be together because of my youth, you wouldn't be in the position in which you find yourself.
I thank you for taking care of me and saving my life so that I might fulfill the prophecy and bring Voldemort to his rest. I know now what I must do, what I have done wrong the whole time I've known of him. I've hated him. I hated what he did to me and so many others. Hate will not stop him. Hate empowers him. Hate is what has allowed him to gain so much strength. I cannot hate him and hope to win. I must forgive him, and that is what I have done. Only through forgiveness will I be able to bring about his downfall. Maybe with that, he can go on to the afterlife and have something other than suffering waiting for him there.
I ask that you can find it in your heart to forgive me for all the pain I have caused you. Please forgive me for misleading you. Forgive me for allowing you to take me into your confidence and then betraying you the way I have. Most of all, forgive me for disrupting your life and giving you false hope of a future with me. I never meant to do that to you, but seeing as that is exactly what I did, I hope that you won't hate me for it.
I want you to know that I am not angry with either of you. Nothing you have done influenced my decision to go. Remember that this is not your fault. I care for you and I will miss you, but all that I do, I do for you.
Love always,
Harry Potter.
Severus rolled the parchment back up slowly as he considered Harry's words. 'I care for you,' not 'I love you.' I knew he could never love me. Who was I trying to fool?
"Well, that answers that question, then," Draco said. "He's planning to go head first into a fight with the Dark Lord, probably without a backup plan, and hopefully win on blind luck as he has in the past."
"Just shut up, Draco," Severus muttered, putting the letter in his pocket. "I don't want to hear your voice right now."
"Hey, I certainly didn't give him the idea to just run off like this!" Draco exclaimed sounding affronted. "He came up with that idea all on his own. Don't you go taking this out on me!"
"Just shut up! Shut up!" Severus exclaimed. "Your voice is giving me an aneurysm! Can't you just be quiet for once in your life?" He stormed out of the room angrily with just enough time to make it to breakfast.
FOUR
The first thing Severus noticed when he entered his seventh year N.E.W.T. level Potions class was that Harry wasn't present. He snorted softly. Coward, he thought ungenerously. He's probably afraid that I'll humiliate him in front of the class the way I used to. Foolish boy.
The class passed without any problems, but everyone noticed Harry's rather conspicuous absence. Hermione Granger sat in her usual seat in the front row, looking anxious for the class to be over. As soon as the bell rang, she jumped from her desk and stood in front of Severus's.
"Sir," she said quietly. "I need to speak with you."
"What do you want, Miss Granger," Severus growled.
"Harry came back to the dormitory last night," Granger said. "He said that María did something, but he wouldn't say what. He was very upset. I thought you might—"
"I might what, Miss Granger," Severus snapped. "Am I his keeper? Has it suddenly become my responsibility to keep track of his social interactions for him? If you are so curious, why don't you ask María?"
"Sir, I didn't mean—"
"Enough! I haven't the time for this! If you haven't noticed, I have a rather large stack of homework assignments that are demanding attention. Good day." With that, Severus stormed out of the room, leaving a very confused Hermione Granger in his wake.
FIVE
Harry walked slowly and miserably through the crowded halls toward his Potions class. It had only been two days since he walked away from his life and he already missed Severus terribly. He was glad that he was coming to the end of his life because he couldn't imagine living years without Severus in it. Hermione had told him how Severus was with her, and he could only imagine what was going through the man's mind.
Harry sat in his seat and prepared his supplies silently. He hadn't spoken a word to anyone since he spoke to Draco the night he left Severus' quarters. His heart clenched painfully with each beat as he considered how much Severus must despise him. He knew when he left his letter that it wouldn't be enough.
The class filed in around him, most of them muttering about how they hoped Snape would be in a better mood today. He could only imagine how snarky Severus must have been that first day when he had skipped all of his classes. His absence had probably only served to exacerbate the problem.
When Severus entered the room in all of his black robed glory, Harry could feel the man's eyes boring into him.
"You will begin immediately," Severus growled. "Instructions are on the board." He waved his hand and the board filled with complex instructions on their latest potion.
Harry worked silently and diligently, never raising his eyes from his work. They were finishing on the Wolfsbane Potion today, and Harry knew this potion forwards and back. When he finished, with five minutes of class time left, he bottled his potion, placed it on Severus' desk and cleaned up his workstation.
"You will remain after class, Mr. Potter," Severus snarled.
Harry nodded without looking up, feeling that he could guess what Severus wanted.
"Are you going to be all right?" Hermione asked as she passed him on her way out. Harry nodded in response.
"You coming, Hermione?" Draco asked, taking her hand and standing next to her.
"Yes," Hermione replied, casting one last worried look in Harry's direction before heading out.
Harry couldn't help but notice that Draco hadn't spoken to him. No doubt, he was angry too.
Once the last student was out the door, Severus waved his hand, closing the door with a bang, and placed a silencing spell on it. "I just want to know why," Severus said without preamble. "You explained a lot of things in your little letter, but I still have no idea why."
Harry looked up into Severus' eyes and was pained to see the hurt there. He said nothing.
"I deserve an answer from you!" Severus shouted. "After everything, I deserve at least that!"
Tears came into Harry's eyes, but still he said nothing.
"Damn you, Harry!" Severus exclaimed. "Say something!" Severus crossed the room and placed his hands on the desk in front of Harry. "You used me for your own amusement and then vanished without a word! You owe me an explanation!"
Harry watched him quietly, wondering if he would survive through this conversation.
"TELL ME WHY!" Severus exploded angrily.
Harry rose from his seat slowly and placed his hand on Severus' chest, the two middle fingers folded in. "Because I love you," he whispered. With that, he picked up his bag and left the room before he could see Severus' reaction.
SIX
Severus stared at the closed door for several minutes after Harry left, his entire body quivering from the shock of what Harry said. Of all the things he had expected, that hadn't been one of them. He'd spent the last two days telling himself that Harry never really cared for him, and then the boy came and rocked his world once again.
"How can one person affect me this way?" Severus asked the empty room, running his hand over his face. His next class would arrive at any moment, and he was nowhere near composing himself. He went to his file cabinet, pulled out one of the pop-quizzes and sat behind his desk, wondering if he would survive through the day.
SEVEN
"Have you ever met someone who held sway over your whole life without even trying?" Severus asked Minerva after dinner that night as they lounged in the staff room. He was idly playing with a quill that was on the table, not meeting Minerva's gaze.
"I can't say that I have, Severus," she replied easily, sipping on her coffee. "Why do you ask?"
Severus sighed heavily. "No reason," he replied. "I just feel like I've fallen into a deep crevasse and cannot get back out again."
"It's just the end of the year, Severus," Minerva said. "You're wondering where you're going to go now that you've handed in your resignation."
"I only wish it was that simple," Severus muttered, standing up from his seat. "I have to finish grading some papers."
"Have a good evening, Severus," Minerva said. "Try not to get too stressed out."
Severus nodded at her and made his way back to his rooms silently, wondering what he was going to do about his Harry problem. He was only glad that N.E.W.T.s were starting and he wouldn't have to have Harry in class again.
After such an admission on Harry's part, Severus didn't know how to act around him. Severus had never told anyone he loved them, not since Jason. He didn't trust his heart with anyone else, but somehow he'd given it to a teenager destined to fight the Dark Lord one day. Furthermore, as if he didn't have enough to worry about, Harry had to go and say that he most definitely won't survive the encounter! What was the brat thinking?
Severus sighed with frustration, wishing he had just said something to keep Harry around. He'd been in love with him for so long, he didn't know how to feel any other way. Now he just had to find a way to find out just what Harry had planned. He figured Harry would have to leave the school for whatever insane scheme he had cooked up. He figured he'd just keep his eyes open and wait. Perhaps it would be prudent to take up his old haunts again. It had been a while since he wreaked havoc on students' love lives. The thought brought a sadistic smirk to his face as he entered his rooms.
EIGHT
Harry was certain that he'd passed all of his N.E.W.T.s. He'd only taken the tests so that his parents would be proud of him when he saw them again. He didn't think he'd be around long enough for the grades to make much of an impact on his future. He was sitting in his dorm room on a sunny Saturday afternoon, watching the white speck in the sky grow larger as Hedwig flew toward him. She had in her talons the reply to Harry's letter. His heart fluttered with nervousness, but he ignored it, thinking of a happy world with no fear.
Hedwig squawked irritably as she flew into the window and landed on Harry's lap. She dropped the parchment as though it was something particularly nasty and gave Harry's finger a sharp nip.
"I'm very sorry, Hedwig," Harry said to her, opening the parchment with fingers that trembled slightly. "It was necessary. I promise that that was the last delivery you will ever have to make for me."
Hedwig stared at him with confused amber eyes. She hooted softly and butted her head against Harry's hand gently. Harry petted her absently as he read the letter.
Potter,
I am pleased to see that you have finally come to your senses. You have finally seen that you were always meant to be my protégé. What a pair we shall make; taking the wizarding world by storm and driving the Mudbloods and half-breeds from it! We will purify the race until purebloods rule once again! I will be expecting you on June first for your initiation into my ranks. Four of my faithful will meet you in the village of Hogsmeade to escort you. Meet them in the square at midnight precisely. I will be most displeased if you are late.
Harry sighed heavily after finishing the letter. The pompous bastard hadn't even signed the bloody thing! Hedwig's continued hooting drew his attention at last. "What's the matter, Hedwig?" he asked.
She hooted again and bumped his hand with her head.
"Oh, my lovely," Harry murmured, petting her again. "I'm sorry to worry you so. I don't mean to, but I can't lie to you either. Two days from now, you probably won't see me again. I want you to go stay with Draco and Hermione. They'll take good care of you."
Hedwig didn't seem to agree with him and nuzzled his hand again.
"I'm sorry, Hedwig," Harry told her gently. "This is the way it has to be. It can't be any other way."
Hedwig have him one last long look before flying back out of the window toward the owlry. Harry sighed heavily and rose from his seat, deciding that his things should at least be tidy when they came to take them away. He'd be dead in just two days time; he didn't want to cause more trouble by making them have to clean up after him.
NINE
On May thirty-first, Harry wrote his will and placed it on his pillow before heading out of his dorm room, never once looking back as he went out to meet his fate.
TEN
Severus was in the shadows of the entrance hall, a curious feeling of trepidation settling itself in his chest. He watched the stairs closely, expecting someone to come down, though he had no idea why he felt that way.
As he watched, a lone figure descended the stairs wearing a black cloak with the hood pulled up over his head. As the figure passed, he looked into Severus' shadowed hiding spot and lingered a moment before moving on. As he turned away, a beam of moonlight fell on his face and Severus saw a flash of green from his eyes. Severus only knew one person with eyes that particular shade of green; it was Harry. He moved on silently, opening the doors with barely a sound and disappearing beyond them. Severus decided then that Harry had been spending entirely too much time with him if he'd picked up on his sneaking habits. Severus took off after him, determined to find out what the fool boy was up to. Severus wondered briefly why Harry hadn't worn his invisibility cloak, but the thought was driven out of his head when he saw how far ahead of him Harry was. The teenager was walking fast now.
Severus followed Harry off of the school grounds and into the village of Hogsmeade. He wondered just what Harry was up to, and was preparing to come out of the shadows to ask him when four cloaked figures emerged from the alleys around the square. Severus froze in place as he recognized the figures for what they were: Death Eaters. He couldn't help but notice that Harry didn't seem at all surprised to find them there.
One of the Death Eaters approached Harry, holding a small golden ball a little bit bigger than a Snitch. The other three held out their hands and touched the ball, turning their gazes on Harry. Harry hesitated for a split second before reaching out and touching the ball as well.
Severus realized a second too late that the object was a Portkey. He cursed fluently before remembering that the Dark Lord was ridiculously frivolous when it came to his own safety. He never moved his headquarters, regardless of who might know where it was. Severus cursed one more time before Apparating to the sight.
When he arrived outside of the dilapidated house, Severus found himself utterly alone. He moved stealthily around the building and climbed the trellis to the second floor balcony. From there, he quietly crept up to the glass doors, peeking in to make sure the room beyond was empty. Once assured, he opened the door and crept inside. He opened the door to the corridor a crack, just enough to see the gathering in the hall below.
He could see a rather large group of Death Eaters standing about the perimeter, more Death Eaters than he had ever seen in one place at one time. Obviously the Dark Lord felt that whatever was about to take place was a momentous occasion. Harry was in the middle, standing alone and not making any attempt to get himself out of this predicament. What was the fool doing? Severus backed up a step when a door downstairs banged open and the Dark Lord entered with a flourish of his black robes. He went to the head of the gathering, in front of Harry, and stood proudly, Nagini circling his feet.
"Today is, indeed, a wondrous day," the Dark Lord said, his high-pitched voice sending chills down Severus' back. "Harry Potter has seen the truth and has decided to join our ranks as one of my faithful."
Severus' eyes snapped to Harry in horrified disbelief. Harry stood with a straight back and looked directly at the Dark Lord. When Harry said in his letter that he'd forgiven the bastard, Severus didn't think for a moment that it went to quite this extent! Had the boy completely lost his mind?
"It is an honor, my Lord," Harry said in his strong tenor. Severus felt his heart sink rapidly.
"Come forward, my faithful," the Dark Lord said, beckoning with one long fingered hand.
Harry stepped forward and knelt before the Dark Lord.
"Do you pledge yourself to our righteous cause, Harry Potter?" the fiend asked.
"I do," Harry replied, lowering his eyes for the first time.
The Dark Lord held out his hand and Harry grasped it. "This is a glorious day," the Dark Lord said.
"Indeed it is, my Lord," Harry agreed. That was when Severus saw something peculiar. A white glow was emanating from between Harry's and the Dark Lord's hands. Harry's fingers closed tight around the Dark Lord's hand, and Severus realized what the idiot child was doing. He stared in horror as the Dark Lord's eyes grew wide and he fell to his knees in pain. The Death Eaters around the room all gripped their left arms, and Severus well remembered the pain of the Dark Mark being removed.
Severus watched in stunned amazement as the Dark Lord began to morph, his snake-like features changing into those of a man. His eyes faded from red to brown, his skin darkening to a more normal shade of peach. As Harry started to convulse violently, Tom Riddle's eyes relaxed slightly and he fell back, dead. Harry too fell back, convulsing on the floor violently as his body fought the Dark Magic it had absorbed.
Severus snapped out of his daze and ran from his hiding place, racing down the stairs and not stopping until he reached Harry's side. As he dropped to his knees beside the teen, Harry opened his mouth and let out a piercing scream, a cloud of black mist escaping from his body through any vent it could find. Severus flinched back from the cloud, watching as it completely obscured Harry from his sight. It took several moments for the smoke to clear, and when it did, Severus saw Harry lying very still on his back, his breathing shallow.
"Harry!" Severus cried, scooping the teen into his arms. "Harry, open your eyes! Open your eyes, Harry!"
Harry stirred slightly and his eyes fluttered open. His aura was flickering most alarmingly.
"That's right, Harry," Severus said gently, soothing his hand over Harry's hair.
"Sev'rus," Harry whispered, sounding completely exhausted. "I… should have known… you'd come."
"Harry, you foolish boy," Severus muttered. "What were you thinking?"
Harry chuckled a bit. He started to shiver. "It's cold… Sev'rus," he said.
Severus lifted him from the floor. "Hang on, Harry love," he comforted. "Just hang on until I get you back to Hogwarts."
Harry's aura completely disappeared as Severus watched, sending a panic through the Potions Master. "Love?" Harry asked, his voice even more distant than before.
"Of course love, you foolish boy," Severus replied just as he Apparated both of them to Hogsmeade. "Why else would I come for you?" But Harry had passed out in his arms. Alarm spread through Severus like wild fire and he broke out into a dead run, desperate to reach the infirmary.
"Poppy!" he screeched as he banged the doors open. "I need you!" He gently placed Harry on the nearest bed. Harry's aura was non-existent and Severus couldn't see any movement to indicate he was still breathing. He was dead.
Poppy burst into the room, looking extremely upset. "What is the fuss about?" she asked. She spotted Harry on the bed and rushed over, tying her dressing gown as she came. "What happened?"
Severus shook his head, his mind unable to wrap itself around the horrible truth. "Gods, no," he whispered before fleeing from the ward.
Author's Note: Don't kill me! It's not over until the Fat Lady sings! Many thanks to Victoria Ennis for her hard work on this fic. Thanks also to…
DestinyEntwinements: I'm from U.S.A.
Shiemi Shimabukuro: Hehehe, my bad.
Sword and Magic
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Purplepaper: Er… sorry for raining on your parade.
LeeLeePotter: Yeap, but Harry had to come to terms with things first.
Hittocerebattosai
Sh'arra Rie
Kears: We shall see in the next… sort of. Sorry, but I didn't write the wedding. If you like, you can feel free to write a companion piece with the wedding once all is said and done. Just mention me, yeah?
Rosalia: No, no wedding in this one.
Shadow Eclipse
Hikari-Aoi: No, it doesn't flare. It has an empire skirt and waistline.
Animegurl088
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Chibi-Kaisie: It was Mike who saved them. He works for Bumblebore… er… Dumbledore now. The only chapters with bits missing are the ones with sexual content because FF . net will kick me off the site if things get too graphic. Dumbledore does not know about Severus'… er… extracurricular activities, don't worry about that. Mione's mom doesn't want Mione to marry a 'freak' and so wouldn't approve of Draco.
Jeni: One more chapter to go…
A cookie for anyone who can tell me where this line came from: "Your voice is giving me an aneurysm!"