So this is chapter two! please enjoy!
Chapter Two
In contrast to the stormy weather through the week, Saturday morning dawned brightly. Sitting at her usual place in the Great Hall, Lily fondled Nuage's feathers, watching the other pupils and still lamenting the lack of coffee. The Ravenclaw teams were easy to distinguish as they sat close together talking as were the Gryffindors.
Already decked out in their Quidditch robes they were huddled in the middle of the table, their captain talking animatedly. She could have laughed at the rest of the team's expressions but felt like hitting them. Quidditch was serious! Couldn't they pay attention to their captain before the match? Knowing this school even the Quidditch would probably be boring.
Now, she was still dubious. The hoards of people around her were brimming with sickly enthusiasm and team loyalty, covered in red and gold scarves and hats. Some even sported banners urging on the team. Lily felt like leaving and not bothering with this violation of a good sport. However, once the players streamed onto the field she abandoned such thoughts and waited impatiently for the game to begin.
The commentator was one of the Marauders, Remus Lupin. She had a feeling that that one would have been the most dangerously understanding and compassionate – had she not insulted and upset the girl he liked on her first evening. She was rather proud of that unexpected foresight.
"The Ravenclaw team! Rennet, Everto, Johnson, Smith, Walsh, Trent and the Captain….Diggory!" Figures in red and gold robes sped onto the pitch. With rather more enthusiasm Remus continued... "And the Gryffindors! Uslo, Black, O'Brien, Wesley, Anisee, Potter and the Captain…Bisley! Here we are at the first game of the season between the badgers and griffins! Rumour has it that both teams have been practising over the holidays so this should be a close one! Welcomed onto the Gryffindor team is O'Brien from the third year as a new chaser!"
Lily studied the players of her own house. From the bats in their hands, Black and Wesley were obviously beaters and she wasn't surprised by the former – he obviously enjoyed hitting things. The captain…well he would be a chaser – the readiness of his hands which didn't touch the broom said everything. O'Brien was a chaser as Remus had said – he looked pale and nervous and Laura Anisee, a fifth year who had a bed near Lily, was also a chaser. That would make Uslo the keeper – he was a big, brawny sixth year.
From process of elimination this would obviously suggest that Potter was the seeker – but one glance at his position on the field and his broomstick made this completely clear. She was almost surprised at this – she wouldn't have expected the slightly rash prankster to be something requiring so much patience and delicacy. Perhaps she had misjudged.
Not that interested in people away from the field, Lily was strangely perceptive about Quidditch players. She could easily tell when they were having a bad day, when they were playing at their best and could identify flaws in teamwork and skill in her sleep. This may have come from continuous reading, flying and watching and also from the fact that Quidditch had never been locked up as everything else had. The thought had never occurred to her.
"And Mr Deforn steps out onto the pitch to let the ball loose and begin the game! There go the bludgers, the golden snitch – don't forget guys that ball wins 150points! – and finally the Quaffle. Chaser Anisee zips in to snatch it and the play begins!
"Anisee passes to O'Brien, O'Brien to Bisley, will he get it through the hoops?...Ravenclaw Keeper doesn't look like he's letting go of this one…and he passes to Anisee once more – ooh, great save by Walsh!" Remus didn't sound particularly excited by the 'great save'.
"And they're off again! Ravenclaw in possession, Rennet to Johnson to…great interception by Bisley I think we all know why he's our team captain! A great broom he has too…" At this point Remus was interrupted by another voice – "For goodness sake Lupin, O'Brien has the Quaffle now commentate the game don't advertise broomsticks!"
As he continued Lily studied the team play. Remus had been right about Bisley but she wondered what they would dl once he left Hogwarts the next year. He seemed to hold together the team, reassuring and uniting them. A good player in his own right too. She eyed a few of his moves with something akin to envy.
Black. Beater was a good position for him – his aim was pretty good. In the unprejudiced examination of Quidditch she could also tell that dog-like loyalty made him ideal for the part of fending of bludgers from his team-mates. Had Lily not been on the figurative receiving end of his bludgers she might have noticed a similar quality sometimes displayed normally. Other than Laura – who was a good chaser she noted – Lily had very small interest in the other players. She watched them fly and score closely but noted more the flaws and skill than the individual character or through any personal interest. About ten minutes into the game, Potter suddenly dropped into a dive. Remus continued commentating with renewed enthusiasm.
"Has he seen the snitch? So close to the beginning of the game – will this be a short one? He's diving with Smith closing in behind, who will reach it first, Potter's in the lead…" All around Lily people we tense, eyes glued to the two speeding figures, house banners clutched tight in their hands. Lily straightened her black gloves, shoving her hands deeper into her pockets, unconcerned.
It was so obvious that she didn't even let out a breath as he pulled sharply out of the dive, leaving the Ravenclaw struggling for the control of his broom.
She had to give it to him – Potter was pretty talented. Obvious it might be to a careful watcher – the slight relaxedness of the fingers, the tenseness and focus on the dive rather than something up ahead – but she and most others could never pull of the stunt in the same way. A little more practise and even she might be fooled…
She wondered instead why he had dived – to give the game some drama, to draw attention away from something or some tactic already thought out by the team? Given that it was potter she suspected the first. However, Lily would often find herself misjudging when it came to Potter.
She turned her attention back to the game, gleaning skills and tactics from both teams and spotting flaws. It wasn't the negative view of a spectator from another team but more the neutral regard of a coach – albeit one who would never reveal her findings.
When Potter dived once again, the Ravenclaw seeker once again on his tail she wasn't prepared for the revelations that followed. He flew as if he actually cared. As though all that mattered at that moment was closing his fingers around the little golden ball. Leant forward everything spoke determination. Ignoring the cheers that rose up around heras he caught it she shrugged slightly and prepared to leave the stands. Quidditch had revealed much and although to Lily what was Quidditch was truth – she wasn't going to apply it outside the game where they were concerned. Elbowing her way through the crowds of screaming Gryffindors she cast a last glance at the pitch before beginning her way towards the castle.
Riding on success, James just caught the glance and his eyes followed her black figure as it moved along the path. He really hated her. And yet he was incredibly curious. The fact that their list of her secrets was frustratingly short was only part of it. To someone surrounded by friends and who would lay his life down for them, a girl so completely isolated and unfriendly simply confused him. He couldn't comprehend it. She had no personality except a choice between icy and silent or cold and spiteful. James didn't understand and he didn't want to understand in anyway further than for use against her. He hated her.
Xxx
Lily did not, in fact, enter Hogwarts, instead doubling back around the bushes and making her way along the outskirts of the forbidden forest. Although curious, she had never entered it, unsure as to what she might find. Dangerous beast did not seem particularly scary – but then Lily had locked up fear. She supposed that one day Care of Magical creatures might entitle something of the sort but she felt that she might as well wait until then.
She gazed out towards the lake which was still and sparkling, losing that train of though and easily picking up a new one. The giant squid had been entirely dormant during her first tip across the water and though she had seen it active since, it was silent now. Drawing her cloak around her she shivered. Did giant squids hibernate? She turned suddenly.
"Alright there Lily?" Why on earth did he know her name? "Great Quidditch match weren't it?" She stayed silent. "Wha' house d'you get sorted in? Enjoying yerself?" Why was he interested? She ignored the second question. "Gryffindor." Her clipped answer didn't seem to faze the big man.
"Good victory for you then. Gryffindor does have the best team. Used to watch Bisley play, ready for tryouts. Team was too strong in 'is second year though they dint need a chaser. Very determined boy that. O' course, 'e made it in 'is third year, bin Captain since fifth."
Surprisingly Lily actually took in this speech – anything about Quidditch was worth knowing. She graced Hagrid with a non-committal sound. Taking this as encouragement her continued, "You interested in Quidditch?"
"Not really." She had never been averse to downright lying. Hagrid nodded a smile stretching across his boyish features as he looked down at her. Lily fought against the notion that perhaps she had shrunk.
"Got a surprise fer yer in Care of Magical Creatures. Professor Kettleburn asked me to get 'old o' them fer yer class." Lily didn't bother faking interest. As with most things, Care of Magical Creatures bored her. He seemed a little deflated by her lack of enthusiasm. "Well I'll leave it to be a secret fer yer. Gripper! Come on yer great lump leave the birds alone!"
She watched him walk of with the huge dog, trying to free a doomed bird form its teeth. He waved goodbye with a free hand and then continued towards his hut a little disappointed when she simply remained motionless. Lily didn't feel guilty.
Walking on she came to the place she had recently left and re-entered up the stairs to the stands. What had been filled with screaming children was now deserted, only a few gloves and sweet-wrappers left the show that the game had ever happened. Lily settled herself into one of the empty seats and gazed out onto the empty pitch. It was different from the one a Beauxbatons in which the stands for spectators had been less divided. She had first taken flight on that pitch…
Lily stared at the broom before her. What was so great about this anyway? "Après j'ai dit trios, ditez 'lève toi'." Around her people glanced anxiously at each other, each hoping that their broom would lift. "Un, deux, trois…" The chorus of 'lève toi' was broken, each voice a different tone to the next.
"Mademoiselle Evans?" The tall Professor looked down at the silent first year. "Lève toi," she muttered grudgingly. She was still unsure what she felt about magic. After eleven years some crackpot suddenly decided to let her into random school?
She had no friends – more due to her house and others than her attitude as it would become later. Still she wouldn't complain. She could spend a whole year away from home.
The broom had leapt into her hand. "Enfourchez!" She followed the others in mounting it. Dumb idea, flying on a broomstick. There must be a more practical way to travel.
By the end on the lesson she had completely reformed her opinion. Transport aside, flying was incredible. For the first time she was truly sure that she liked being a witch.
The first house match she had watched, however amateur, had instilled in her an enthusiasm fully formed. She practically gave up on homework, spending her time devouring every book and source of interest. She had subscribed to the French magazines and as an afterthought in her second year, English ones. After all, having spent the first five years of her life in England it couldn't be too hard to pick up the fully neglected language again.
Each team at Beauxbatons had been graced by her presence at their practises, a ritual which had continued even after she had made her house team in second year. Spare moments were most usually spent practising and honing the natural skill she harboured.
Soon, Lily knew more about Quidditch than anyone else her age at Beauxbatons and, having been kicked of the team after a particularly loud argument with the Captain (sometimes teamwork skills failed her) in the middle of her third year, had put her mind to devising strategies instead. These mysteriously turned up in each houses locker room and Lily had the satisfaction of watching her ideas rather than playing them. She hadn't cared who won.
Quidditch would be similar here she knew. Bu they wouldn't receive tips from her. Not the Gryffindors anyway. Nor the Slytherins – they could thank Flint for that. The others…Well she'd see.
Xxx
Standing in front of the portrait, Lily couldn't suppress reluctance. Not to enter exactly – although the world behind it was entirely different to the one she now stood in she had been often before and found it not at all daunting. It was the act of opening which annoyed her, the way in which by committing it she was almost accepting the Hogwarts 'family'.
She reached up and tickled the pear, her contempt directed not only at the painting but, by some inexplicable way, at herself. Stepping through she found other things worthy of contempt – but they did not receive it.
Staring at the small creatures, with their big ears and eyes, she even felt a kind of fondness. She let herself be ushered to a seat. Crowds of the little creatures congregated around her, their squeaky voices filling the air. A plate was pressed into her hands. "What does Miss want?"
"Lily," she corrected automatically. For some reason a house-elf formerly of the French ministry now worked at Hogwarts and took great delight in making French bread and coffee to give Lily every time she came to visit. She smiled down at the small thing dressed in a tricolour pillowcase feeling slightly resentful as she accepted the usual cup. It was one thing to be slightly reliant on a drink but to be indebted to the person who made it? She hated that.
Finishing she got up and wandered through the tables. "What's hat?" She gestured towards a tray of hot chocolate, biscuits and newspaper. "For Dumbledore Miss. He is always wanting his stuff in the evening." Lily frowned a moment before lifting the paper from its place. "He always gets a newspaper from the Kitchens?" Crazy old bat.
No Miss." Oh. Well, one strange habit to another. "It is just today hi says he is wanting it." Lily looked down at Sabby the French elf. "Well say nothing about me to him." She joined the elves kneading dough just for something to do until they shooed her away. When she left it was with a rolled newspaper shoved neatly into her bag.
Xxx
In the common room, a party was in full swing. The Marauders had made full use of their access to Honeydukes cellars and people could easily see the results – without knowing their source of course. The Gryffindor team sat pretty close together, surrounded by their numerous friends. Needless to say, much of their talk was of victory not the actual game.
Lily shoved hr way through the throngs of people, ignoring the enticing sweets and drinks laid out. She could smell alcohol although not around the younger years. At least the Marauders had got something right. Not surprisingly she had no doubt about the organisers. Turning her nose up at it she kept shoving until she reached the stairs.
"Where are you going, Lily?" a voice called mockingly. "Don't you want to celebrate with everyone?" She stared at Black for a moment, impassively. "No, I don't think I will bother celebrating the fact that your head has grown by a few inches." Potter prevented her from going up the stairs, setting himself behind her.
"Never heard of fun Evans? But of course with no friends to share it with…Still we think you should. After all you're in this house." Particularly biter about that, Lily noted coldly. She herself had given up grumbling about it.
"Strangely enough I don't feel great favouritism to a house with you lot in. I'd be more inclined to call it cursed."
"Well it definitely is with you joining us." How original, Lily thought, giving the boy a cold stare.
"What, are you going to cry home to your Mummy, Black, because you don't like me being in your wonderful house?" Hit a nerve there she realised. Maybe he really loved his mother or some such ridiculous thing. He looked like he wanted to hit her.
"She's not worth it guys," another boy persuaded, coming up with Alice and Laura. She let a contemptuous smirk onto he features. "That's right Lupin, they're not worth my barely precious time." She shoved an angry potter and glided up the stares.
Enclosed behind the curtains of her four-poster she dug in her bag, curious. Why would Dumbledore want a copy of the Daily Prophet in the evening? Even if he was completely mad? She studied the first page.
'Minister for Magic – likely to resign?...Hats for all occasions…..Attack by you-know-who in Kent a hoax….Is employment at the Ministry falling?'
She could see nothing of interest – or at least nothing you would look at over half a day after it had been printed. She continued through the newspaper but found nothing of note.
After a moment she shrugged and shoved it in a drawer. A half finished essay lay on the floor but she ignored it. She was too bored to bother with homework. As she was about to escape into the sky the door burst open and Lily stayed where she was behind the curtains.
"God, Ventil is such a prude!" There was a creak as the speaker – Elise – flopped onto one of the beds. The others chimed agreement. "What do we do now?" Alice groaned.
"Truth or Dare," Maggie – another Gryffindor sixth year suggested wickedly. A chorus of protest followed. "No! Every time was play that it has the same questions and every time I end up revealing something secret," Laura grumbled.
"What about your blond boyfriend?" Faye asked mischievously.
"For the last time we are not going out!" Laura cried.
"Right and what was the thing in the locker rooms then, hmm?" Faye teased.
"A mistake!"
"Are you sure you don't want to play truth or dare? After al, then you might actually tell the truth!"
"Come on guys leave Laura and her BB alone," Alice chided laughing.
"BB?" Laura asked suspiciously.
"Boyfriend Bisley," Alice grinned. "His first name, Chase, doesn't quite have the same ring to it…"
"Leave me alone."
"Hey you sounded like Evans there!"
"Shh Alice she might be in here."
"Nah, she's not. Her cloak's not on the hook." Lily glanced at the piece of clothing on the end of her bed and rolled her eyes at stupidity.
"Maybe she's out with a Slytherin boyfriend," Faye said.
"Who cares," Laura replied, "I think your love life may be more interesting."
"Tell!" they all chorused. Laura laughed.
"Isn't it obvious?"
"What's obvious?" Faye asked defensively. "Nothing's obvious."
Maggie gave what sounded like a snort. "Yeah, right."
"Aww, is our little fairy growing up?" Alice cooed.
"Yeah well I had to make up for all the growing up you did so early!" Faye retorted.
"That's not fair!" Alice replied. "Just because…"
"You've had a few boyfriends…" Maggie continued.
"Who mostly weren't very nice…" Faye added.
"Doesn't mean you grew up really fast," Elise finished.
Alice rolled her eyes. "As I was saying…"
"Face it Al, they just summarised it pretty well," Faye interrupted. "When will you choose someone who isn't a arsehole?"
Alice shrugged. "When they stop being so interesting I guess." Lily frowned. She had known another, older, woman who had never quite put that into words. She shook the thought off quickly, returning to their conversation.
"…wouldn't have a boyfriend anyway."
"Are we back to this?" Laura grumbled.
"What, you'd prefer to talk about BB?" Elise shot back.
"She's right you know Laura," Maggie said. "I mean, who in their right mind would date her?"
"A Slytherin…"
"Not even they would sink that low unless all they wanted was…"
"Yah and your point?"
"She wouldn't go out with anyone anyway. She doesn't have the capacity to like anyone. For someone named after a flower you'd think there would be more sweetness about her."
"Come on she can't be all bad," Laura protested. "There must be something good you can think off?" The usually imaginative Gryffindors could come up with nothing, even Laura. Silently Lily could congratulate herself on a job well done.
Xxx
"Guys, shh!" Remus whispered. His friends laughed harder. "Come on Moony, it' not like anyone's gonna catch us here. Lighten up a bit." Remus sighed.
"It's different this year Prongs, I mean; I'm a Prefect. I can't keep going against Dumbledore's trust. I mean, hell, he's already done so much…"
"Don't be dumb Moony. Any sane person would do the same."
"That makes for a lot of insane people, Wormtail."
"Whatever guys, come on will you, a certain piece of fruit is giggling."
"Really, Padfoot? I thought it was you…"
The four boys stepped through the entrance and were immediately bombarded by house-elves. They grinned, looking at everything in the room and choosing so bit before settling down by one of the tables. They conveniently missed a flash o red hair as its owner flew behind a pillar.
Lily fumed. This was her place! She had of course known that the Marauders came here – she had discovered it through eavesdropping on them – but had never seen them.
"Whose is that Sabby?" The little house-elf nearly dropped the plate and Lily almost groaned aloud, recognising it has her unfinished supper of French bread.
"Yeah we never have French bread at dinner." Sabby shifted nervously. "Sabby is liking to makes it sirs, it reminds Sabby of home." The four nodded a moment. "But who likes to eat it Sabby?"
"Sabby cannot say, Sabby isn't knowing sirs," she replied unhappily, shuffling off. The Marauders let her go.
"Oh well, whatever," Black said. "Look the food's more important." Lily watched him eat. How disgusting. "Padfoot, you did eat at dinner." The boy stopped for a moment. "I'm a growing boy! Mrs Potter would be ashamed of you if you deny me my food!"
Lupin rolled his eyes. "We'll leave the idiot to his food and do what we came here to do shall we?" Potter shook his head, grinning. "Plenty of time later – after all what would my mum say?" He seated himself beside his friend. "Anyway, Quidditch players like ourselves…" Conceited prat.
"The Match was weeks ago Prongs."
"What's wrong with dwelling on success? Besides, do you want to hear about Charlotte?"
"NO!" She vaguely wondered who Charlotte was, dismissing it quickly as uninteresting. There had to be another way out of this place. Preferably one bigger than a house-elf. Sabby appeared by her elbow, together with another male elf dressed in bits of each house's bedclothes. She clapped her hands across their mouths before their squeaking voices could give her away. Pointing toward the portrait she mouthed, "Other exit." Sabby almost bit her hand in an effort to speak and proceeded to bang her head in a pan, moaning.
"Uh, Sabby?" Go away Potter, Lily thought angrily. "Is she alright?" Lupin asked. About to dash through the portrait hole while their backs were turned she realised that Black and Pettigrew were still sitting facing it. Cursing she flattened herself against the wall. The other house-elf tugged her robes making her bend down, then lead her into a small opening shielded by the pillar.
She had been right about one thing, Lily realised. Most openings were house-elf sized and very uncomfortable for a fully grown human. Glancing down the tiny passageway she resolved to wait until the Marauders had left rather than squeeze down it. It was only when the walls began to close in disturbingly and the muffled voices showed no signs of leaving that she started her way down it's clinging darkness.
Straightening cramp from her muscles in a corridor she reflected that yet another place she had made a sanctuary had been invaded. Another reason to hate the Marauders and she took it easily.
Xxx
December came quickly. It seemed an age and yet almost no time at all since she had first arrived, Lily reflected. Only two and a half years left. When the list came around she signed her name without hesitation – she wasn't going back to he father house. With the increasing news of Voldemort many children were returning to their families to spend time with their parents and siblings in case the unthinkable should happen. However, before they left, Hogwarts had one last thing to offer.
Driven from the castle to escape the happy decorations and festivities, lily found no relief in Hogsmeade. In the tea shops couples kissed under mistletoe, in the clothing shops crowds of girls debated on dress robes for the Christmas ball, the Three Broomsticks was packed full, Zonko's revelled in it – 'magical mistletoe – to catch a love this Christmas – outside were endless snow-games and Honeydukes – well, Honeydukes held the Marauders.
Fingering various sweets he watched them from the corner of her eye, irritated by the glances they kept shooting her way and annoyed that they wee there at all. "Did you lose something over here? I'm afraid you won't find intelligence – that's a hopeless case." She was picking a fight she knew, but she didn't care. It was their fault simply for existing. Black sighed dramatically but couldn't quite prevent annoyance from showing.
"We were actually wondering whether we should tell you where the appearance changing sweets were. Then it might be less painful to look at you."
"Don't bother, Padfoot; she needs more than a make over to hide an ugly personality and an ugly body," Potter put in.
"Well then I suggest you go with invisibility – though your arrogance would probably be detectable whatever you did. I would wish you good luck but you'll need more than that."
"And I suppose any kind of well wishing would cause you to choke?"
"Please worry – your head might implode from overuse."
"Are you buying Christmas presents?" A little off-topic, Lily thought slightly thrown.
"Of course mot Moony, that would be a bit generous for her." For some reason Potter seemed to hate her more than the other three.
"Worried you might not get enough?" she asked derisively.
Potter laughed mockingly, "I don't think it's me who has to worry about that." Lily shrugged indifferently.
"You might worry because you're shallow enough to care." Bored of their unoriginal comments she stalked to the counter and paid for a selection of sweets. Potter had been wrong when he had said she wouldn't buy Christmas presents. True, she had not spent long deciding on what to buy in accordance to character or preference – but she barely knew her father or stepfamily and didn't make any effort to.
They were token gifts, unimportant, inexpensive and meaningless. It was better that way.
Xxx
The afternoon before the Christmas ball found Lily chased from her dormitory to escape from the sickening excitement and gossip of the other girls. Returning to find it deserted she relaxed wit her curtains open. As usual there was unfinished work strewn across her area of floor – but as usual she didn't bother finishing it, instead pulling a heavy French book out from under the bed. She had been surprised to discover a section of the library filled with other language books and had taken one particular book off the shelf.
It was about change.
Flicking through it she almost resolved to improve at Transfiguration upon seeing spell to do with animagi and animal transformations. The freedom one would have as a bird… But improvement meant effort and effort meant being noticed to improve. And Lily didn't want that.
Besides, she was somehow sure that the must be some kind of charm which changed one into an animal. Because, not everyone was good at Transfiguration – and some of those people must have been determined enough to make a charm. At least that was the theory…
Hours later, Lily awoke suddenly, sweating. She almost felt ready to thank her dorm-mates for rousing her. She silently closed the curtains and slipped into the bathroom to wash her face, then brushed her teeth vigorously. The toothpaste clunked as it dropped into the sink and she hastily lifted it from under the running water.
Her hands were shaking. Taking an essay from the floor, she unscrewed the ink bottle slowly and tried to remember exactly what she had been writing about. Anything to occupy her mind until sleep could once again claim her.
xxx
So there it is. I would love if you would tell me what you think in reviews... Talking of reviews some replies...
pimpilidimpli - my first review! Yes its all quite confusing and you do find out kinda why later - but some of it is just her character...
maliaphire - it will be an L/J; i couldn't write anything where it didn't end up with them happy in the end (even if they end up dying or whatever...) The plot is random but it is there in my mind...i just need to write this long enough for it to get onto paper...
Monica Isabella Angela - just to say i'm 5' too! well 5'1'' but woteva. Short people rule!
deppforever07 - yah i like the stories where she's all tough too... (could be why im writing one...) Thanx
Apathetically Interested - I love quidditch stories too... Yeah i'd say that Faye's bad point is that she can be a bit oversensitive and a dramaqueen. But her character will have good points... I agree about the crying thing i don't like crying in front of people apart from nethin else its kinda embarassing... (although i ahve a weakness in films...Delovely is sooo sad...)
greeneyes - im nt telling... And well eventually stuff wil happen with james and her...
Beatrix B - im glad she doesn't seem to bitter. If i ever do overdo it please let me know...
Shivering Smile - Daria as in Ella Enchanted? because if so yes, if not which Daria? She sounds interesting...
Also thanks to; Kara Adar, Dear me! Elizabeth Elliot, Aznangel4eva, Belle, Wildphire, susanna, Draco's kid, Emmy.
I might not always to review replies - they take up so much time when i could be writing the next chapter... I'll probably just reply to questions and not list everybody. That way this will be updated more often.
Speaking of updating i'm having problems with Chapter three and i get the feeling it won't be as long as these...which is upsetting. Still it should hopefully be up by next week...
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