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E.A.V.: Wow, what a great complement /re-reads…maybe I'll get it if I read it twice…grins—kidding/ Voldemort did not have blonde hair…I don't even know where that came from—he has black hair /beams and plays with Volde's hair/ when he has hair anyway. I'm not crazy, neurotic, psychotic or normal…I'm a lunakatrina I live under other people's skin /purrs/ meow

Siren Duveil: The smell is blood and no, I have not read the Mayfair chronicles…/raises eyebrow and stares off into space drooling/

Ladyraebef: You'll have to elaborate on your 'what the fuck happened' if you want an answer, dear. I don't know what's confusing you so I can't help. So elaborate and I'll fix it.

Paddycakepadfoot: /blinks/ apocalypse? I think not!Bush isjust one man! /giggles/ famous last words, ne? No Kerry wasn't the best thing in the world /pokes—you said all that and a bag of chips—giggles childishly/ Yes! /nods/ I'm hyper. Anyway! I'm for third party—go Nadar! He's like Bryan—you can vote for him anytime! /giggles and bounces/ there's some US history for you…/drools/ wha…Auntie Carrie is awesome, what else can she be (she's based off of me)? GOOSE! Harry's the one off of the aflack commercial—except he says honk instead of aflack /giggles and pokes goose/ the dream was a vision that meant Harry was going to own the universe (/nods smugly/ that's why he was sitting on it) and then he's not going to lose himself in his power—HARRY WINS! …I am so hyper…

HoshiHikari: He's saying they couldn't predict Dumbledore's actions, thus he was a wild card…at least for a psychic.

C'mon: It was bloodlust, Harry hadn't been fed and he needed to be fed so he was starving…that's really it.

Kelly: BUNNY! Bunny Harry! /squeals/ I love it! As for the Severus/Remus thing you won't see any of it…unless someone requests it, they'll just be talking otherwise. Do you want to see it?

Magicalfoci: lol, refreshing getting a new person hooked…I don't get many comments on the game anymore…and yes I'll have to work on some dialogue between Voldy-moldy and Harry-berry. Rest assured the game will and shall remain alive…or at least until someone wins

Shina-schatten: yep, vampire senses—right on. Glad you liked the kiss.

Batsutousai: Yes, Harry was actually with Voldemort, yes the cards mean something (wow…I used symbolism o.O) they represent the powers in the game, the dream means that in time Harry will get the universe and that he won't get lost in his powers /nods smugly/ took me a week to figure that out /flushes and laughs/, Sin dumped Harry in the dungeons, Remus was in wolf form, as for the note that was just Sessisalian being an idiot /gushes/ Remy and Sevy are doing wonderfully aren't they? I answered your questions…I only torture stupid Sophomores…

Scorpion moon goddess: what don't you get? Let me know and I'll help you out with it.

Lanku: Amazing writer, moi? Couldn't be. As for kissing none this chapter…we are actually getting into the secondary plot though, lol. Ooh, let's see…Yes, Sevy-chan and Remy-honey are doing quite well together /drools/ make a fine couple don't they? That Dumbledore is the wild card thing, it's basically saying that they can't predict his actions—wild/unpredictable—get it?

A/N: I got my class ring /dances/ OH! yes, updates might become a bit sporatic /giggles/ I came up with this great idea for a real story and I'm working on that...brillant idea--started off as a HP fic, actually. Anyway, here's the chapter.

Chapter Sixteen

Harry woke up because of a sharp pain in his jaw. He opened his eyes to see Sin looking down on him. Then Harry licked his lips because it felt like there was something on them.

Blood, Harry moaned and licked making sure he got all of it, before paid any attention to Sin.

"You're getting hungrier," Sin commented to him. He looked rather pasty and gaunt.

"Why," Harry asked, kneeling, unconsciously leaning into Sin, taking deep breaths, taking in that heavenly smell Harry was now noticing everywhere.

"I had to forcibly remove you from my arm," Sin replied, "before you sucked me dry."

Harry flushed in guilt.

Sin raised an eyebrow, before adding, "Though I suppose it's my fault…nearly letting you starve like that a couple of days ago. The starved man is always hungrier than the well-fed one."

"What's that smell," Harry asked breathing it in again.

"Blood," Sin replied, "heavenly isn't it?"

Harry hummed, leaning forward further so that his nose was only centimeters from Sin's neck.

"You won't be getting anymore unless you want your friends to die," Sin added dryly. Harry drew away in shock. Sin stood.

"Have you been coming here every night?" Harry asked, rising to his knees.

"Feeding you," Sin sighed, "yes."

"Why haven't you woken me?" Harry asked, trying to keep Sin there, with him.

"You looked so tired," Sin replied, moving over to Harry, "you're depressing yourself, worrying needlessly. Let go, have fun, and don't worry."

"It's just," Harry murmured, ready to tell what had happened about a week ago, but then he stopped and sighed, "nothing. It's nothing."

Sin raised an eyebrow asking, "You're sure?"

Harry nodded.

Sin fixed Harry with a look demanding the truth.

"I'm fine," Harry exclaimed, "just fine."

"I sense a sort of overpowering presence over you," Sin murmured pressing his forehead to Harry's. "Much like one would find with a psychic," Sin added, "what they've seen overpowers them and they can think of little else."

Harry closed his eyes and felt himself return to the quiet room with only a flickering candle in it. A feeling of peace fell over him and he sighed.

"You're very centered right now," Sin commented.

Harry opened his eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

"You're at peace right now," Sin explained, "calm, collected…how are you doing though?"

"I'm fine," Harry repeated softly.

"How's Magic?" Sin asked raising an eyebrow.

"Good…fun," Harry whispered as he smiled.

"Who all's in it?" Sin asked.

"There are thirteen of us in there," Harry replied, "and I only know everyone by their real name—except Hermione and Malfoy, so I can't tell you."

"What's your real name?"

Harry grinned and shoved Sin playfully, "Like I'm going to tell you."

"What have you learned in there?" Sin asked, pleased that he was getting Harry to open up again.

"We just did animagus transformations," Harry replied leaning forward excitedly. "I'm a duck…well, goose (sorry girl who's scared of them—don't cry) but that's not the point. I mean being Harry Potter, one would think, with all the hype, that I would have a cool animagus form."

Sin grinned and nodded encouragingly telling Harry to continue.

"And then, in transfiguration, there's this guy that likes me, but he also thinks I should go with Snape…Oh my gosh, there are these hufflepuffs in Transfig who are like genius pranksters…"

Harry began to have the dream every night, him sitting on the blanket of the universe and falling through it. Eventually, he began to realize that there had to be more to it, that it had to mean more than he led himself to believe.

So Harry spent all of his free time considering what it could mean. Nothing he could think of could explain it, though.

Remus sleepily wandered into Severus' office and leaned against the doorframe, watching Severus work through some papers.

"Did I wake you?" Severus asked not looking up from his work.

Remus shook his head, for his own benefit since Severus couldn't see. "Couldn't you sleep?" Remus asked, closing his eyes, tiredly.

"Not very well," Severus replied, looking up at Remus, rubbing his temples.

"You really should wear your reading glasses," Remus murmured, yawning, "Then you wouldn't get so many headaches."

Severus narrowed his eyes and quipped, "You should go to sleep, and then you wouldn't be so tired."

"What are you doing?" Remus asked pushing off the doorframe and stumbling over to Severus.

"Letters," Severus replied waving a hand over the papers on his desk, "lots of letters."

Severus leaned back against his chair and closed his eyes.

"The letters," Severus continued, "lovely things that they are written in some sort of code, they're messages between two powers. Some kind of plan, it was never carried out, obviously, but I've decided I should try to figure them out. We've had them for a while."

Remus took several of the letters and declared, "I'll help, have you got anything figured out yet?"

"God no," Severus sighed.

"Then it was definitely written for the game," Remus replied cheerfully.

"We don't even know who wrote them to us," Severus added.

"What was the time period?" Remus asked as he began reading the letters.

"A good couple of centuries ago," Severus replied thoughtlessly, before continuing, "Our psychics couldn't even pick up visions of them being written."

Remus raised an eyebrow as he read.

"Our historians couldn't figure out what we were planning."

Remus grabbed another letter and began comparing that to the one he'd been reading.

"Some of our linguists couldn't recognize the language."

Remus was staring at his letters before standing up and exclaiming, "Put all the letters in chronological order!"

"What?!" Severus demanded jumping up, "why?"

"Look at this!" Remus commanded holding the letter out in front of him. Severus looked at it and shrugged.

"The writing is shaped in a rune," Remus said tracing it out. Severus stared at it amazed. "If we put them all in order then we can figure out what they were saying."

Severus opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of reading glasses before grabbing the letters off his desk and going over to help Remus.

Harry walked into dinner and (Anyone ever notice I don't have a specific time set up at all? I just did) sat down. Ginny was looking at him through her lashes, smiling softly, a slight blush coloring her cheeks…Harry couldn't help but notice it clashed with her hair.

Dean was trying to get her attention, but Ginny's gaze slowly turned, shyly, back to Harry's, slowly tucking her hair behind her ear, so she could see him better out of the corner of her eye.

Harry watched her curiously for a moment before shrugging and turning to his meal.

Hermione leaned over to him, as he placed food on his plate and whispered, "I think Ginny might like you."

Harry blinked and saw a flash of bared pale neck, blood pulsing under the surface, he shook it out of his head and replied, "That's preposterous, Hermione."

"Not so," Hermione replied with a teasing smile, "you are very handsome."

"It is," Harry replied, "what would Ginny want with me?"

"The same thing I suspect Dean wanted from Ginny," Hermione replied, nudging Harry to look over at Dean who was watching Ginny with an odd hunger.

Harry shuddered and said, "I hope not."

Hermione giggled and replied, "It's rather nice actually having someone want you like that."

Harry turned to her and raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Ron," She whispered back. Then the conversation was apparently over as the two of them turned back to their food.

"But, I think it would be lovely if you and Ginny got together." Hermione declared quietly moments later.

Ginny was watching Harry with a somewhat calculating look; Harry couldn't help but feel for a moment that there was a bit more to her…infatuation than she was letting on.

That is the chapter my little love muffins, do reveiw! /Waves/