By: MLD
Rated: R
Disclaimer: anything you may recognize does not belong to me! Meaning, any characters from the HP universe! (but of course I'm sure all of you know this by now?)
This is an AU Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy fanfiction, if you don't like this pairing then why are you even here?!
This fic will most definitely be dark.
Cassius Leonidas is a 947-year-old vampire. On his 347th year he was captured on the shores of Scotland by a powerful group of witches and wizards. They encased him in a tomb deep within the dungeons of Hogwarts; there they spelled a warning to anyone that would find it and cursed Leonidas with eternal sleep.
Yet, this was not enough to fall the powerful Leonidas, for the curse had only one counter…
The last fire will rise
Behind those eyes
Black house will rock
Blind boys don't lie
Immortal fear
That voice so clear
Through broken walls
That scream I hear
(Cry little sister by sisters of mercy)
Chapter Three: Blind
Cassius quivered, breaking the stillness of the spell, the first movement he had made in centuries. His eyes moved under his lids, as he tasted the sweetness of the dark blood on his tongue. Cassius felt like the fires of hell had engulfed him as it traveled down his throat and he knew at once that Draco was falling into the fever of the blood disease. It was hitting earlier then usual but that had to be due to the dark blood that ran through his veins.
Cassius propelled himself forwards, his mind searching rapidly for the sick soul.
He was falling… falling fast and he couldn't see. Blackness surrounded him and his skin was on fire. He could hear voices far away but he couldn't place them with faces. They were calling out to him, their hands touching him trying to soothe his burning skin and he wished that he could just throw himself into the feeling of love that they radiated.
But he couldn't do anything, his body was falling in to the vast abyss of blackness and no matter how hard he tried he could not make his eyes see anything but the darkness around him. For the second time in his life, he was afraid.
He cried out as the pain of coldness enveloped him causing him pain, the burning increase a hundred fold and he could feel wetness on his face… he figured that they were his tears falling from his blind eyes.
'Mum… Mother, please help me. It hurts it burns! Please!' He let out a moan as pain shot through his limbs. He had never experienced this type of pain and he knew that he would never want to again.
'Dad… father, where are you! Please catch me, I'm falling… I can't see. I'm burning… burning, oh god, please make it stop.'
"Cass…Cassius, help me." He whispered through his dry lips, sounding hoarse from his parched throat.
He couldn't see, his body felt like he was lying in a pit of fire and he was falling endlessly. Was he truly dying… going to hell?
He heard it, the plea, and he wasn't going to let him down.
Cassius stood in a stone corridor. The walls were void of all portraits and there was a faint fog hovering over the ground. The smell of blood washed over his senses filling him with more urgency. He knew what this was, this was Draco's nightmare… the one he sent him except he was now the one standing in Draco's place.
Spinning around, his velvet cloak whirling around him, he searched his surroundings for Draco's presence. He could feel him… it was faint, but he wasn't far away. So why was he here? Who had the power to obstruct and redirect his psyche? If he didn't get to Draco soon Draco could very well be boiled alive by his own blood.
The whispers of delirium and the screams of pain echoed around the hall and his frustration was growing with every sound of pain that escaped his dragon's lips.
"Albus! COME OUT AND FACE ME!" He shouted, his voice strong and deadly as it echoed over the wails of pain.
It had to be him, he was the only one that was powerful enough to interfere with his dream walking.
"Now Now, Leonidas, there isn't any reason to get so angry." Albus Dumbledore appeared in front of his eyes, dressed in blue robes and his eyes looking omnipotent.
The look that crossed the face of Cassius would give many nightmares, "Albus," he hissed as he moved, one foot over-crossing the other, circling the old man. "You release me this instant or I will make sure that your mind will be in tatters before you return to your own body!"
'Cass…Cassius, help me. Please'The plea echoed off the walls over and over, tormenting him. All the while, the Headmaster of Hogwarts stood with a look of complete amusement at his suffering. "No, I don't think so, my boy. You see, if I were to let you go you would be resurrected this very night, and that's something we cannot have. No, I think we are just going to have to set tight and wait out his death until you can return to your eternal hell." Albus clasped his hands behind his back, "I am willing to sacrifice one life to save many others, as long as you are NEVER free to murder again."
Cassius leaped in the air, jumping back away from the sadistic man that stood taunting him, "You don't understand what you are doing, Albus. Are you willing to loose the last heir to Slytherin?! Are you willing to let Hogwarts slowly crumble? Do you even know what holds this school together?!" Cassius stalked around the silent figure of Dumbledore, watching for a sign of any movement, "Of course you don't. The blood of the founders are the only thing that holds Hogwarts together, with the death of one heir the side of the castle crumbles into nothing but rubble. For what does the House of Slytherin exist for if not for its heir. It was what my father and the three founders planned, to keep their line safe. That's why I was never killed. Do you honestly think that by letting him die that you will be saving innocent lives! Ha, what a fool you are. I honestly don't know how you were made headmaster. You are old and senile. You are here to protect the lives of the students and keep the safe? Tell me, are you willing to risk the chance that all those in Slytherin will die?"
Albus scoffed, "Do you think I will believe all your lies? You just want to save yourself, Leonidas. You do not care for the innocent, you proved this when you went on your killing spree of 15 years."
The was it, "THEY MURDERED MY FAMILY! THEY KILLED INNOCENT CHILDREN!" Cassius was enraged, his fangs flashed and his eyes glowed green. "They killed baby Damien, his head was severed and toss in the fire place. His mother died of heartbreak for they had made her watch. Marius was chained to the wall… he was split open for chin to navel, Ariel, the oldest daughter… she was 14, had been negated of all clothing, savagely beaten and raped… it was a miracle that Lucas survived and was able to escape. So don't you dare lecture to me when you have no idea what I have been through. I only take life when it calls for it and I killed because I vowed that I would have my vengeance…"
Dumbledore was pale and he was swaying, throughout the whole of that conversation Cassius had sent images of the massacre that he had walked on to, plus the hunting and killing of many Hunters that were doing it to every family that even associated with Vampires.
"Whose side are you on? You know the truth now… I killed for a cause and I would do it again. Hunters killed and murdered innocents… and many of those were blamed on me. I did nothing more but hunt them and kill them. An eye for an eye, Albus, what they gave I returned a hundred fold." His voice was no higher then a whisper now. He was hovering over Albus's shoulder, " Should I show you more or will you leave and let me pass?"
There was a loud scream… blood curling, " WE HAVE NO TIME! LET ME PASS!" Cassius raged, his voice causing even the walls of Hogwarts to tremble.
Albus was going to stay, but the visions had weakened him. They flashed violently before his eyes, scene after scene after scene. He was blinded by the blood that washed the floors and spattered walls. It was soon after that his resolve left him and his projection vanished.
Cassius watched as he vanished. He took off running, the screaming echoing through the halls.
Darlene stood in the office of Albus Dumbledore, she was surrounded by three MoM members and two Hunters. Minerva McGonagall, Arthur Weasley and Albus himself. McCray and Bryce watched her out of the corner of their eyes. She pretended not to notice.
They had all gathered, Albus had called them for an emergency meeting saying that the time was near and that Leonidas was stirring, gaining strength and that it wouldn't be long before he would be free.
This had caused Bryce and McCray to grin maliciously, Arthur and Minerva to gasp and wonder how a person could have such strength to break that powerful enchantment while Darlene just stood back and waited with apprehension.
Albus had decided to go into a state of dormancy, his mind free to roam through dreams of the dead… Leonidas's dreams… his mind.
Dumbledore had said that it hadn't been the first time he had done it, in fact he had blocked Cassius from fully awakening many times. Darlene wasn't surprised of course, she knew that there was some reason as to why he hadn't awoken yet, and it figured that Dumbledore would be the one behind it.
It had been two hours and he still hadn't moved, she wondered if Leonidas had finished the old fool off. The corner of her lip twitched until she saw the looks the two Hunters were giving her. She glared back, and went back to her musings.
The noise of the pendulum on his wall was all the noise that was in the room, it was as if Hogwarts its self knew what was going on and was mourning for her children, the heirs. And as if to prove her point, there was a rumbling sound, bits of rocks and dust falling from the ceiling causing them all to cough.
"What was that, what's going on?!" Minerva panicked gripping the arms of her chair.
"That was nothing but a small earthquake, nothing to fear Minerva. I'm sure Albus will succeed in finding out who the Slytherin is and give us a chance." Arthur said, trying to reassure the old women.
Darlene scoffed, this was ridiculous, were they actually that dim-witted? I mean, there was really only one possibility and if they paid attention to the facts then it would be easy to figure out. She knew, despite her inside information, she could have easily figured it out.
She huffed, and blew the dust out of her face, this was boring. The old fool wasn't going to be able to do anything about Cassius's awakening. So why was she waiting here with this hoard? She didn't want to arouse suspicion that was for sure, but if something wasn't going to happen soon she was going to go out of her mind. She always was the one to act first and think later… why was she chosen for this mission anyway. 'Oh right, because of my ancestors. Bloody good it does me here… they never were the type with patience.' She drummed her fingers, She hated her undercover name also.. I mean, sure Darlene was her mums name and she had loved her mum… but Knight was just so, cliché. Of course it was a lot better then her other options…
Darlene shuddered, she didn't even want to think about those bloody awful disguises and names.
Time passes and everyone was lost in their own thoughts, waiting for Dumbledore to make his way back to the living.
Darlene, who was now standing right beside the doorway decided that now would be a good time to leave, but making sure that she wasn't going to be suspected she whispered the Bryce and McCray that she had an important potion brewing with Severus and that she had to go see if it was finished. She mentioned something about it might be able to help with a certain evil and quickly walked out.
One Severus Snape, also a fellow spy…spy three times over really. If one would count being a spy against the Death Eaters 20 years ago, being a double agent for the Order and the Ministry… she didn't understand how he managed it all, the people here were getting on her nerves and she missed her son. She was sure that he missed him also, but at least they were here together… even though they couldn't show it.
Her heels echoed softly on the stone corridors as she made her way to the dungeons, her hand rubbing her left ring finger missing the warmth of her wedding ring, but sacrifices had to be made until Cassius was safe… or as safe as he could possibly be.
Turning a corner, she stopped as she felt a chill run down her spin. There were echoing whispers around her… you couldn't hear enough to make them out but you could hear them nonetheless. She knew that what was transpiring between Dumbledore and Cassius was happening at this very spot but on another plain of existence… if one could be so bold to say.
She walked on and was almost to her destination when Hogwarts itself trembled in pain and a gust of wind blew past her. She knew that something was happening with Draco… but she could not interfere. Cassius still saw her as a threat and he would protect Draco against anyone and anything.
"Blaise! Oh my god, he's burning up. Blood! Why is he bleeding… I don't see any wounds. He's Thrashing… Help me get him out of the water and to his bed, we have to do something." Ginny was panicking.
Blaise kept silent, he was scared for his friend's life, but he tried to be strong for her. He had to be. They lifted him out of the tub, they performed a quick drying spell and then put him in his bed. Blaise covered his body with one of his silk sheets and sat back. "What are we going to do, we have to get a teacher! Even he has to trust some one!"
"Pro… Professor Snape! He could help… of course, he told us not to take him to the hospital wing but nothing about telling a Professor." Ginny babbled as she paced back and forth, her hands making gestures as she talked. "I'll go get Professor Snape… but it's in the middle of the night! I don't know where his personal chambers are… I'm not a Slytherin. Gods! You could go… but I don't know how much more I can take. I'm going out of my mind just talking… I can't do this… no I HAVE to do this. In. Out. In. Out. Just breathe." Ginny took deep breaths as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I will go get Snape, you just wait here. Take care of him until I get back." Blaise ran out of the doorway and was making his way swiftly down the halls. He really didn't know where he was going. He had only been there once and that was with Draco.
Draco.
What the hell was up with him. This was the first time that he had ever seen Draco get sick. Blaise ran his shaking hands through his black hair as he rushed down a portrait-less hall. He was looking for a statue of a hour glass that had a snake wrapped around it. " Oh Bloody Hell!" He took of at break neck speed looking on the right side of the walls. It just had to be somewhere. 'Please, be there.' He begged as he turned the corner.
He skidded to a stop when he saw the edge of a green robe slip inside the same doorway he had been searching for. "Thank Merlin." He whispered and ran into the door way before it closed. "Professor Snape! Professor Snape!" Blaise shouted. He was gasping for air as he looked around for the familiar figure in black robes.
"Mister Zabini. I hope you have a good reason for rushing inside my PRIVATE quarters uninvited and in the middle of the night?"
"Pro-Professor. Its Draco, I think he could b-be dieing! His fever has gotten so high that his skin burns to the touch, he's having spasms, and bleeding but there aren't any wounds! He told us not to take him to the hospital wing and he… m-made us promise. I don't know what else we could… please!" Blaise rushed his words and finally was able to calm his breathing.
"So it's started!" came a female voice from the dark corner of the room.
"Professor Knight?" Blaise cursed his luck but also wondered what the hell she was doing with Snape.
"We must hurry Severus. Get the blood replenishing potion and the fever reducer potion. We can't do much but we can keep him alive long enough for him to help. He's the only one that can save Draco." Darlene commanded.
Blaise blinked, confused. Why was she bossing Snape around and why was she in his chambers? Why was he listening to her? Him? Who The Hell Is She Talking About!?
"All will be explained as soon as we have the time. I believe that you are all in Mister Malfoy's personal rooms. Fine, then let us go!" Severus walked over to the fire place and shouted 'Dragons Lair!' Floo'ed right into the bedroom.
Ginny looked up and saw the two Professors and a very pale Blaise. She clenched the cloth that she had been using as she seen Professor Knight. She held her tongue.
Draco was now still, his fever had fell two degrees and he wasn't having any more spasms. He was moaning and whimpering and talking out loud but other then that there hadn't been any changes. He was still bleeding. He white sheets were stained crimson where he lay.
"Dear Lord," Darlene whispered as she took him his appearance, "I hope he is in time. Dumbledore must be working him pretty hard."
Severus rushed past the woman to get to Draco's side. He opened the potions, three in all, and forced them all down his throat. Draco coughed and sputtered but other wise remained unconscious.
"Alright… I think you need to start explaining exactly what the hell is going on here." Blaise was serious, he didn't care if they were his professors or not.
Darlene wasn't exactly sure that they should stay. 'What if Cassius comes back this very night and murders us on sight? Will he be in his right mind or consumed by his blood lust?' Darlene was lost in her thoughts until she felt a hand rest on her shoulder. She looked up and saw the dark eyes of Severus Snape looking down at her, his smooth features were dark with worry. She knew that he was thinking exactly what she was thinking.
"You children can not remain here, its too dangerous." She finally spoke, urgency tinting her voice.
Ginny finally spoke, "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR BLOODY MIND! I AM NOT LEAVING DRACO HERE BY HIS SELF! NO! I REFUSE!" Her face was scarlet with rage and her hands were shaking. She was scared, her nerves were on edge and stressed. 'How Dare She Come In Here And Demand Us To Leave!'
"Miss Weasley! I suggest that you calm that short temper of yours before I remove points! Now I understand that you don't want to leave Draco… especially while he is in this condition, but you must understand that the circumstances are not very favorable at the moment."
"Well what the hell are the circumstances at the moment and who the hell is she!!" Ginny shouted at Snape as she pointed her finger at Darlene.
Darlene narrowed her eyes, "This is not the time for this! We have to leave soon! You want to know why we have to leave… Leonidas will soon be free! He is the only chance that Draco has to be saved… do you understand! If we stay we could all be killed! I will explain everything as soon as we leave, but we can not linger here!"
The Looming Bat, otherwise known as Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin house, glared at the two arguing females. He understood Miss Weasley's position and truthfully knew how she felt. He really didn't want to leave the boy in the by his self either, but they had no other choice. They weren't sure how Cassius was going to act when he awoke, but they knew that above all, he would come straight to the last remaining Malfoy and they couldn't be there.
Severus rubbed his temples, the girl was still ranting and yelling at Darlene. "That Is Enough! As much as I would love to leave you here Miss Weasley," He got a stern glare from the women, "It is entirely out of the question! Not you will desist your ravings and you will come with us at once. If you want to know anything about what is transpiring this night, you will not utter another word! Do I make myself clear, Miss Weasley?"
With a nod she walked over to Draco and kissed his forehead, before walking over to Blaise, who wrapped his arm around her waist. Blaise looked at the two professors. 'Something is going on here, something beyond our control… Keep safe Draco, we'll be back for you.'
Severus and Darlene led them out of Draco's quarters and back to Severus's chambers.
(Meanwhile)
Draco still couldn't see and he feared the complete darkness around him. The pain was still there, the burning. He still felt like he was being burned alive from the inside out, yet he was no longer falling. Instead he felt like he had landed on a stone floor though he had felt no impact. 'Oh God, I'm dieing aren't I? Just like my father who died and my mother died… my whole family died from fever. That's it isn't… I'm going to die just like them. God it hurts…'
The only thing he could do was pray for the pain to go away, he couldn't breathe with out it hurting… yet he had to breathe or else he would die. 'Hah, either way I'm screwed. Maybe I should just stop breathing, at least there wouldn't be as much pain and I could just die, I'm going to anyway.'
Cassius could feel him, smell him, taste the amount of blood that was forced out of his body… making him stronger, yet making Draco weaker. He came to the entrance of the room the Draco's subconscious was in. Touching the door, Cassius pushed it open effortlessly. Walking in he could feel the pain radiating from the prone figure that rested in the middle of the empty room and he recoiled. He steps echoed in the room as he walked his way over to the boy.
He felt his heart skip as he fell to his knees. He could hear his heartbeat and he sighed with relief to know that he was still alive… but barely. He also wasn't breathing. "Draco. Draco. See Me. Breathe. I'm Here. Draco. Your Not Going To Die. Look At Me. Breathe. Breathe." Cassius chanted over and over, his hand resting on Draco's chest and the other on Draco's forehead.
"I… I don't want to die. Dad… please make it stop. It hurts so much… so much." Draco whispered, his eyes staring blankly forward. "Cassius?"
"I'm here Draco and I'm going to ease your pain but first you must listen to me. I need you to understand what is going to happen to you and what you will become." Cassius soothed with his voice.
Draco whimpered as Cassius lifted him into his arms causing the pain to intensify. Cassius understood the pain that he was in but there was only one way to deal with it and he couldn't do it in the 'Dream'. Every step he took the scenery changed from gothic monoliths to mountains until it finally stopped with green grass and a slight chill in the air with a bed resting in the middle of a forest clearing. Cassius gently set Draco down on the silken sheets, "everything from now and on is going to be different. You will die, yes it is inevitable if I let you continue on this way." He set on the edge of the bed, looking down at the still figure. He was at least breathing now, though his eyes were still unseeing.
Draco could smell the forest, the chill air prickled his bare skin and he could hear the sound of running water. He felt more aware the pain letting him know that no, he wasn't dead yet and the voice telling him that it was still a possibility. That voice… Cassius had come to him with more strength then ever.
"What do you want Draco? Before I tell you what is happening, what do you want?"
"I…" Draco swallowed, his throat hurt, "To live, of course. I haven't sunk into delirium yet."
Cassius nodded even though he couldn't see him, "I'm going to tell you what is happening to you, and that it happened to me many years ago. I'm going to tell you what I am and what you will have to do to let me help you. I want nothing more to keep you alive Draco, you are the only one left and I have watched you for many years. Draco, can you not see me?"
Draco blinked his blind eyes, he could still see nothing but darkness, "The fire has blinded me, and it still burns with a vengeance. Yet it seems to have reduced it brightness a little, though not enough for me to be comfortable. I guess the fact that I'm speaking in coherent sentences should say as much. Just don't move me again." Draco gasped, that had taken a lot out of him.
Cassius chuckled quietly, "though it hasn't extinguished your fire when it comes to dealing with me. True Malfoy you are, Draco." Cassius looked down at the pale figure that was covered in crimson sheets.
"I don't know how it happened or how your family got the disease but it is unusual, and it attacked your family before your father got to tell you about it. The Blood Disease, there is no cure for it. Many tried to cure me, some even became drastic trying to bleed it out of me. I almost died that night. The blood burns its way out of your body causing you immense pain, it seeps out of your very pores until you are dry and your insides burn to ash. It's a wizard disease, that I can assure you. I was in my last hours when he came and took the pain away, my sire. I never actually seen him, met him…, I did get flashes of his life though when he changed me to my true self. He had a thirst for blood and it disgusted me. The Blood Disease is inside those beings who are meant to become what I am. Your family, generation after generation refused my offer, the women dying of either heartbreak, suicide or murder." Cassius was twisting the sheet in his hands.
"You were close to my family?" Draco asked, listening intently to the Vampire.
"Yes, I met Marcus Malfoy in my school years, we became quite close, best friends. He married Salazar's daughter, did you know. Beatrice. Then I became sick, unable to get out of bed, bleeding everywhere. He sat with me on the worst nights, kept me company. When the pain was the most unbearable he was there trying to take it away. I loved Marcus for his undying devotion to our friendship and I pledge that night on my deathbed that if I lived through this that I would forever protect his family within my power… and that very night I was given that power."
Draco felt a warmth spread through him, and it wasn't the painful fire that burned him either.
"I did die that night, but when I awoke the next night I found Marcus at my bed with my father, my very pregnant mother and Beatrice. My mother and Marcus along with Beatrice who so happy that I wasn't 'dead'. I died a mortal at twenty five and awoke immortal the next night. My father, to say the least was outraged at what I had become. It got to t he point, this is after my sister was born, that he would beat my mother, so I killed him. It was my first taste of blood I ever had."
"What does this have to do with me?" Draco asked, his voice throaty.
"Everything. You have that same disease I had Draco, except your blood is Dark… powerful. It made the disease come a lot quicker then it usually would. It knows what it has to do Draco, even though it will cause you pain. You have the power to bring me back to life, from this eternal sleep that has me trapped under the dungeons. That's why they want you dead, just like the others before you. Your great-great-grandfather had the same, but they killed him before I could discover him. Luckily he had married early and had a pregnant wife or he would have been the last Malfoy."
"Who are they? The Hunters and The Ministry?"
"Yes, I see that your curiosity got a hold of you. Bryce and McCray as well as some of the students family's, muggleborns are hunters, a lot are in The Ministry as they consist of Wizards and Witches of pureblood families that hate anything tainted by dark creatures, such as werewolves, vampires and so on."
"What do I have to do to help you?" The fire was returning now, as if whatever had been keeping it at bay was slipping away.
"You must pull me out of the dream and into the true world. I've lived in the dream world for much longer then I would like. I must seek revenge on those who killed your family centuries ago. I vowed I would protect the Malfoy, and I must fulfill that vow." Cassius brushed the pale blond hair from his face.
"I must become like you if I wish to live… but isn't that basically not living. To be with out a soul?"
"Ah, that is where you are wrong. I have a soul, I have a heartbeat and I breathe. Am I not living? I talk, I walk, I see, I taste, I love and I can die. I just have a longer lifespan, have a taste for blood and the sun light makes my highly uncomfortable. Not to mention that I am unnaturally sexy."
Draco snorted, "I already am, I don't need to be a vampire for that."
"I have to agree with you there, you are a Malfoy after all, yes?" Cassius stood from the bed.
Draco started to cough and it seemed that whatever had been keeping his fever down had vanished. "I… I could get," He winced, "get used to having you around."
"There is not much time left for you, wake up Draco. You must find me… quickly. Dream the dream Draco. Give me my freedom so I can give you life."
Cassius vanished as he was pulled from the room down the halls and back into was prison.
He could see… darkness no longer clouded his vision…
Draco stood once more in his nightmare, yet this time he knew what he had to do. The burning was painful and blood dripped from his bare skin as he walked down the halls, following the moving mist. His blood was mixing with that of the walls and his feet could feel the wetness of the hot liquid. His breathing was becoming labored as he quickened his pace, and with each step that brought him closer the more he hurt.
He had made it to the wall, the mist seeping under it, leaving him to stare at nothing but a solid wall of stone. Turning around he was once more blocked from escape by walls of blood. The tugging feeling in his chest was back and the need to get past the wall overwhelmed him and to top that off the burning had become worse, he was bleeding from his face now, like red sweat. It disgusted him.
He kneeled there, trying to get his bearings straight when he heard that familiar voice.
"Help me…" It called, he looked up and saw the ghostly image of Cassius. His hand reaching out towards him. "Take my hand, free me, Draco. I know you can. You Are Malfoy."
Draco gritted his teeth, he no longer felt the slip of the blood that surrounded him. He stood up and with the last of his strength he launched himself towards the spirit, taking his hand and pulling it towards him. He engulfed it in a tight embrace before everything faded into darkness once more.
To Be Continued.
Ha! There, how was that. I told you I would have it up a lot sooner then the others, didn't I! This was kind of annoying to write, except when I got to Cassius and Draco. It became a lot easier, I have to say.
Anyway, Thank you all for your reviews, it gave me the drive to do this as quick as possible!
So tell me what you think and I will begin chapter four!
Peace!
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