Child of Mine
Chapter 14
Clans Divided"Let me tell you a secret,
About a father's love,
A secret that my daddy said was just between us.
He said, 'Daddies don't just love their children every now and then.
It's a love without end, Amen."
- George Strait, Love Without End
Krr'Shar's paws hit the moist ground in measured steps as he passed the Large One's cave, often his cub referred to the giant as 'Hagwid'. His cub had been most upset that he had had to leave, but with the promise that he would return, his cub, Harry, as the Dark Protector called him, had been calmed from his tears.
Krr'Shar had explained to Severus (the Dark Protector), and the Leader (Albus) that he'd gained enough energy and he needed to join with his mate so that his Clan's numbers would be increased.
Albus and Severus had decided to omit that part of the story from the cub, and had then discussed the possibility of Krr'Shar's clan living on Hogwarts grounds as defenders, and in exchange they would be given sanctuary of a sorts from harm. Among protecting the students, they were to warn the nearest teacher if a young student were to ever venture outside the protection of Hogwarts.
Krr'Shar was only half – way to his den when he realized that this was the first time he'd walked in the forest without blending into his surroundings. Which while being more hazardous, allowed him time to think.
It would be difficult to calm and sway his clan to agree, but would be well worth it if he could. Minutes later he was home. His mate curled up asleep beneath a tree. He trotted up to her quietly, passing by a few of his clan, a mother cleaning her mate and a few half grown tangling in a playful fight as their parents watched on.
Once beside his own mate he nuzzled her cheek, *Mi'Ara, wake up.*
Mi'Ara, his soul bond, his companion, stirred at the mere scent of him, she always did, but this time, his scent was different.
She was more awake by the mere possibility for her to have…
*Now?* she asked, already up on her feet, her eyes trained on Krr'Shar.
*Now.* he replied, nuzzling her face with a purr.
…Her first cub.
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*You have gone insane. Keeping company with the enemy has poisoned your beliefs and where your true loyalties should lie,* Te'Shal snarled, on his feet, body tensed, his tail whipping with his agitation. *The Dark One told us that they were nothing but food! And if they were to know us, they would kill us without thought! By spending time with them and now returning, you could have been followed!*
A quiet murmur rose from among the assembled Rau'Mron, fear of decimation, of being wiped from creating, starting to grip them.
*Silence Te'Shal, you are merely the highest ranking beta, I am the alpha, and as such you will address me respectfully, just as I do you.* Krr'Shar growled warningly, eyes narrowed on his angry Clan member. *I understand your fears-*
*I fear nothing- - Krr'Shar.* bit out Te'Shal, tail snapping straight out in anger. *I am merely thinking of the clans' survival. There is but four paws of us, and not a cub between any, and none to be birthed in the near future. We are dying out, and I refused to sit by and watch you play with the last of our races' fate.*
*Hold your tongue,* Mi'Ara hissed menacingly in defense of her mate, crouching next to Krr'Shar still and threatening. *He is your better, as was proven in the Time of Proving.*
*I have learned much since that fateful day when such a fool was placed to lead us-* Here, some of the other Rau'Mron, who respected Krr'Shar, raised their hackles, *And were he to accept my challenge I would take my rightful place as this clans leader.*
*Is that a formal challenge?* Growled Krr'Shar, whose patience had been tested time and again by Te'Shal but had yet to ever be challenged over such a matter.
*By the lights above us and the fire that follows, I do.* Te'Shal entered the middle of their den, but any fight was halted by Mi'Ara.
*Stand down fool! If perhaps you followed your sense instead of your pride you might have realized that we joined today-* she said proudly, ready to give her good news to the Clan.
*Any Rau'Mron can join at any time!* Te'Shal snapped.
*Of course, but this joining has brought forth life and as such, ancient law demands that until my cub-* several of the Rau'Mron were brought to life at this. A cub! It had been ages since a cub had been born! Cubs were slow to grow and hard to have, this was wondrous news. Perhaps Krr'Shar had been right. By being near the animals, the two-foots, he'd been able to gather the necessary energy to properly join and create life! Mi'Ara was continuing, *-has come of age, my mate must be here to protect me and mine. Once I have brought my cub into the world, I will be unable to defend myself; strength will leave me for several suns. And by law no beta can challenge the Alpha when their mate is with cub, you know as well as I that we Rau'Mron can only bond once and to no other one afterwards. To challenge would mean that you would kill my mate, which in effect would kill my unborn cub and myself. All Rau'Mron are precious and the loss of three would be devastating to us all. You will swallow your pride and stand down. *
Te'Shal, to say the very least, was not pleased with any of this. While several Rau'Mron were nearly overwhelmed with joy from hearing such news, he was furious. Stalking forward a pace, he growled low in his chest.
*You mated so that you could not be challenged, I am sure of it.* he hissed at his leader, ignoring Mi'Ara stiffening and growling low, tail lashing.
Krr'Shar gazed back at Te'Shal in amusement, *Yes, I am so omnipotent that I knew ahead of time that you would challenge me. So I rushed here to mate with my bonded so that I would not have to fight you,* Sarcasm seemed to drip from these words. Then he became serious once again and snapped, *you are a fool; it is all of our responsibility to mate and bring life to the Clan. I was ready; I came and performed my duty for my clan so that we could survive. I am no coward like you; I do not find ways to protect myself from a possible challenge. I find ways to protect my Clan.*
*I refuse to stand under your control any longer. I will not go to the dwelling of the two-foots and protect those who could kill us when we least expect it! They are to be hunted! No use can come from protecting them you fool! And I will take those who will follow under me.* He growled and addressed the Clan, *All those who choose life over foolish dreams would do well to come with me. Nothing good can come from going to that dwelling.*
Krr'Shar said nothing for a moment, then, *I will harm no one who chooses to follow Te'Shal, if you believe him to be right. Think of this however. If we part, tear the pack up, then we truly might die out.* This affected three of the ten who had been ready to follow. Leaving Te'Shal with seven, *Be gone then.*
Te'Shal began to leave with his group, *The next time we meet Krr'Shar, we will be enemies.* He glared defiantly at his ex-leader.
*Haven't we always been?*
A snarl was the only reply, then within a breath, they were gone, leaving Krr'Shar, and those who would follow him, behind.
~*~
It had been two days since the spanking, and one day since Krr'Shar had left, and Harry had seemed to settle down. The fear of his father possibly never loving him, and stopping altogether, had hit him hard. And while his father had told him he always would love him- - What if Harry did something so bad, that maybe he wouldn't? And that thought scared Harry the most. So while there were still rough moments where Harry wanted something his way, but couldn't get it, the times when he would have a tantrum had grown less and less very quickly.
And the day Krr'Shar had left, had been one of Harry's most trying times. Grandpa had decided Harry no longer needed to stay in a crib in daddy's room and had spent most of the day getting changes made to Severus' quarters so that Harry could have a room of his own that would connect to daddy's.
Even with his door opened up into daddy's, the walls had seemed ominous and threatening in the dark, and the shadows formed shapes that froze him in place with an inexplicable fear.
Needless to say the next day (After Krr'Shar had left) daddy woke up with some company on his bed, nestled atop of the covers in a fetal position.
"Harry, what am I to do with you?" Snape said affectionately to the sleeping bundle. He frowned. He wasn't supposed to be affectionate. But what could he do? The little runt had torn down his walls and it was hopeless trying to rebuild them. What would he do when Harry finally left him? Defenseless against the loneliness he'd grown unaccustomed to? "Po- Harry," he corrected himself, "Wake up, breakfast will be soon."
Harry blinked, opening his large green eyes, "Morning, daddy."
Snape almost felt as if that is what he'd missed most when Harry left. He sighed when he noticed Harry's wavy hair was a bit longer, nearer to the middle of his little back now from lack of cutting. He'd grown a bit more. Snape's heart seemed to sink into his gut while at the same time he felt like it was lodged in his throat, and sat up. "I think we need to cut that hair, Harry."
Harry smiled at the thought of doing anything with daddy that was new. "Okay!"
So after their morning bath together, Harry was seated on a stool and Snape cut his hair off to shoulder length, he had to even out, as he'd never really someone else's hair, but it had come out decently. Harry's hair was saved in a bag and the young boy smiled happily, was dusted off from stray hairs, and was dressed the rest of the way.
Breakfast went very well, Harry went and sat on Grandma Minerva's lap, then would go and bug Hagrid- - came back to daddy, asked about mommy, and in general proved that he had more energy then when he was a teen.
Luckily, Snape had been doing very well with finding the antidote for Remus' little 'problem' and would be fleshing out any minor problems that night, but Snape would miss teasing his seemingly new found friend.
After breakfast, he took Harry with him to the dungeons and went about to writing instructions on the board. He'd be teaching the seventh years first today and he would be making his own batch as well because Madame Pomfrey would need new batches of Skele-Gro and to be perfectly honest, for normal wizards and witches, it was rather difficult to brew. Precise and delicate measures were needed to properly make it for one, or it could end up really nasty or just plain out harmlessly useless. (One nastier side effect was that it would replace the bones but instead of normally sized bones for that person they were usually sized for something twice as big as them…)
Harry, who had been trying to understand how to read the words in his coloring books while his father gave out instructions to the students in the room, was growing tired of trying to make sense of the rather confusing words. So he stood up and went over to his father who was also making his own potion in time with the class who were following his lead.
"Now we are to allow it five minutes to steep and during this time I shall be coming around to make sure none of you have bungled anything up." Snape cut up the last of the mint needed, tossed in a pinch and ordered Harry to not touch the cauldron or fire.
Harry stared down at the table beside the rather large cauldron. Daddy's cauldron was so much bigger then everyone else's… and he'd added so little… perhaps daddy hadn't noticed this problem? Harry could easily help correct him! Besides, as long as he didn't touch the fire or cauldron, it was alright! He only added so little of those crushed green leaves, a little more couldn't hurt. Besides, he thought they smelled rather nice, which would be a nice change to the smell- -
So daddy came back and at first didn't notice how he'd helped, but towards the end, Snape noticed. Instead of becoming clear, it turned a sickly pink.
Snape stared in horror at his potion. HIS potion!
He NEVER messed up a potion unless he was testing!
And it smelled a bit more minty- -
"HARRY!"
The entire class, including Harry, jumped. Harry stared, eyes wide open at his father, "Yes, Daddy?"
The twins briefly wondered just how much trouble their friend was in this time, if he'd messed with daddy's, er, Snapes potion… then there was no help for the poor boy. Snape's potions were precious.
"What. Did. You. Do?"
"I don't know…" Harry whined guiltily. Snape hated whining.
The twins had to stuff their snorts of laughter behind their hands.
His glare hardened. "Harold James- -" Harry confessed before he could even hit the last name.
"I helped…" Harry mumbled, lip trembling.
"Did I say that I wanted you to help?" he whispered in a quiet hiss.
"No…"
"Do, not ever, try to help- - Me, unless I know you want to help, do you understand young man?" he ground out. At least he hadn't shouted… although sometimes yelling was more bearable to handle.
Harry nodded miserably, the end of class bell rang and they were dismissed. Those who had succeeded bottled their potion and once all of them were gone Snape went over and hugged his rather unhappy son.
"Sorry, daddy." He whispered, squeezing his daddy tightly, sniffing. "I just wanted to help."
"Isn't that always how you getting into trouble starts?" Snape sighed, "You need to think before you act, Harry. It's what will get you into the most trouble when you get older if you don't."
Harry nodded, hoping that the day would get better at the very least.
~*~
After classes ended that day Harry was allowed to spend time with Hermione and Ron in Gryffindor tower. And while the twins were put up to the challenge of trying to wear the little tyke out, it seemed that in the end the only ones who ended up exhausted were the twins themselves.
At dinner, Harry, who was seated with the Gryffindor's every now and then would look back at the Slytherin table almost shyly. Finally, around the time desert was being served (various flavored tarts and fried candy bars), Harry finally got the courage to stand up and began to walk over there.
'Harry, where are you going?" Hermione asked the near six year old boy.
"Be right back." Was all he said, eyes trained on something, what it was, she didn't know. She felt worried, but that worry increased when she realized just where Harry was heading.
"D - Draco?"
Draco turned towards the soft voice and glared down at the small boy. "What do you want, Potter?" he asked with a grimace, the last thing he needed was a detention for doing something against the perfectly harmless Potter.
"I wanted to give you a present." Harry said timidly.
"Excuse me?" Draco raised an aristocratic eyebrow in almost cynical amusement.
"Here." Harry handed him a folded piece of paper and then ran off back to Hermione, practically crawling onto her lap to hide away from the Slytherin's and Draco's stare. It was rather cute how he was trying to nuzzle his face away into her robes.
The twins, who'd been facing this scene, were frowning. What had that been about? What had Harry given Malfoy? And more importantly, why?
Meanwhile, Draco stuffed the paper into his robe pocket. "Stupid Gryffindor." He muttered with a false laugh. He wasn't appreciating the way Zabini and Pansy were staring at him.
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"So, Harry, what were you doing at the Slytherin table?" Snape asked while tugging down Harry's night shirt over his head.
"I was giving Draco a present." Harry said giggling when Snape's fingers brushed his sides.
"Oh, you're ticklish, are you?" Snape attacked his son's stomach and was rewarded with a high pitched squeal and one squirming child.
"Noooo!!! STOP!!!" Harry gasped out, trying to crawl away from his tormentor.
"I don't think so-" Snape laughed sinisterly, yanked Harry back into reach and tossed Harry a little up into the air and then hugged the boy close to him, eyes closed, breathing in the scent that was uniquely Harry's.
"Daddy, will you read to me?" Harry asked with a smile still on his face.
"You want to hear a story?" Harry nodded and Snape went over and grabbed one of the history books he had. "Well, I doubt you'd ever read one of these on your own so I might as well do that for you…"
"After he tucked Harry into the boy's new bed he opened the book up to one of the more interesting stories and began reading. After finishing up the one tale he stood up ready to leave.
"Daddy- - sing to me?" asked Harry hesitantly, prolonging the moment before he'd be left alone in the dark.
Snape sighed and sat down, "If you ever mention this to anyone when you're older, I'll make Hell on Earth seem like Heaven when I'm through with you." With that he began to sing the same song he'd sung to him the night when he'd finally broken down and began treating Harry differently.
By the end of it Harry was out like a light, clutching his father's hand. It took several seconds but he managed to gently pry their hands apart. He turned off the little light beside the bed, turned, and nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Lupin!"
"Hello Severus, might you leave Harry's room so we don't wake him?" Remus suggested softly. Realizing the wolf had a point he closed Harry's door behind him and walked out into his bedroom. "You know Severus, I must say, that was one of the more endearing things I ever saw or heard you do." Remus smiled at the man he considered a friend, and grinned as Severus blushed lightly, moving over to the desk to cover it up.
"I believe I have gotten very close to finding the antidote for you and I wished to test it to see if I'm right. I'll need a drop of your blood…"
Remus smiled at how Severus went immediately to business and once Severus had a drop of his blood went to mixing it with some of the potion, then used another beaker of a green liquid- -
It really amazed Remus at how advanced in potions Severus was, it was amazing watching him. He was so serious and meticulous.
"It seems if I add a bit more bitter root and I throw out the thistlethorn altogether… It will take a few days to rebrew, but you should be cured by this time in three days." Severus said with a small smirk.
"Oh thank God," Remus said slumping onto the bed, "Being a woman is way too complicated."
"You should try being me for a day."
"No, thank you."
~*~
Draco Malfoy, heir of Malfoy estate and all that came with it, was dumbfounded by what he was seeing. A colored picture of two lions playing (one lion was gold with red paws the other was green with a silver tail) and it said, 'Simba and Nala were friends'. But 'Simba' and 'Nala' was crossed out and written in sloppy childish writing was, 'Hary'and 'Drakeo'
That was it. Potter had officially gone around the bend. Why would that brat give him something like this?
~*~
The next day was Severus' least favorite day. At least four times a week Sirius got to spend time with Harry, usually in Severus' rooms, although sometimes Harry would go with Sirius and Remus to the wolf's rooms. Either way though he really couldn't stand that horrible dog, the only reason he even put up with Black was for Harry's sake.
"I get to see Daddy-Sirius today!" Harry said happily wriggling from Snape in order to run over to his room to get a few things. "I made presents today when I was with Grandpa!"
"You didn't chase the 'chicken'?" Snape snorted, grabbing one of the fallen toy blocks Harry had abandoned once he'd heard that Snape would be dropping him off with 'Mommy' and 'Daddy-Sirius'.
"The chicken didn't want to play." Said Harry forlornly. He came back out with several parchments of paper, some of which looked gaudily decorated. The top paper for example had a picture of a dog (at least, he thought it was a dog) with a little… stick figure. On the page below each figure was the most indecipherable scribbles. After squinting he believed he could make out the word, 'Hary' (the 'Y' was backwards) and 'Pedfot'. It seemed Albus had been trying to teach Harry how to write (probably to keep him from decimating the office again). Around the paper clumps of glitter were glued, including some colored feathers, some pasta shells, the dog was colored with crayons and was purple.
Severus raised an eyebrow. There seemed to be several sheets of parchment decorated as well.
"Are those your presents?" Severus asked with a smile. Harry nodded joyously and went up to his father. He set the papers down on the small coffee table and began going through them. One of the more gaudeier ones (with large fake gems glued onto it no less) had a picture of a stick figure all in black with shoulder length hair (at least, he THOUGHT it was hair) and was holding the hand of a smaller stick figure. Written on it was, 'Daddy'. The only word he'd seen spelled correctly. And written so far, better then any of the other scribbles he'd seen. And beneath the little stick figure who also had long hair were the words that for some reason caused a strange tightening within his chest.
'Daddy's Harry'
Amazingly, it was the only time Harry had spelled his name right. At the top of the picture were the words:
'I lov yu'
Snape couldn't really name the reason why he felt his throat constrict, and for a moment his mouth seemed to stop working properly.
"Daddy… don't like?" Harry asked after a tense moment of silence.
"Wha-?" Snape turned to look through slightly bleary eyes at the small boy who was looking as if he might cry. "No… I love it." he finally worked the words out of his mouth and honestly he felt as if it took a lot more effort then it should have… although it was worth it. He dropped the parchment off to the side and grabbed a hold of his son in a fierce hug. "I love you too, Harry." He managed after a moment.
~*~
"Harry, this is beautiful!" Remus exclaimed, looking at the picture Harry had drawn for her. It was of Remus with a dog beside it and the word 'Mommy' was written above the picture. Feathers, colored shells, and jewels decorated the sides.
"You'll be an artist in no time flat." Sirius said with a grin, proudly scrutinizing his own picture.
"Sirius, you're holding the picture upside down."
"…Oh. I knew that… I was just looking at it from all perspectives… really."
"Daddy–Sirius?" Harry went over and hugged Sirius' knee. "Can I have a chocolate frog?" he asked in the sweetest voice possible, eyes begging.
"Sure!"
"Sirius! It's nearly eight o' clock!" said Remus disapprovingly. "He'll be bouncing off the walls and more then likely end up sick and it would be entirely your fault."
"Nonsense, this little kid can hold his sugar."
"When Severus comes about looking to kill you for getting Harry sick, I'm not going to stop him."
"I could take Snivellus any day of the week." Sirius sneered.
"That's Severus. And if you name call him that again in front of Harry, I'll hex you." Remus growled out while magicking Harry's picture to the wall.
"You know hanging around with that git is getting to your head-"
"What's a 'git'?" Harry asked confused.
Sirius was promptly smacked. "There you go, teaching him bad words before he's even seven… or six…" Remus hesitated a bit.
"The way Snape's going with Harry's cure he might as well be left to grow up without the potion." Sirius grumbled.
"Severus is a very busy man, Sirius. He has classes to teach, potions to make, and a child to take care of. He's done a very good job and you should really stuff your pride away and realize you aren't the only father figure in Harry's life now." Remus scolded picking Harry up and placing him on his blanket filled with toys.
"Easy for you to say, you don't have anyone competing against you for the role of the 'mother figure'." Sirius shot back, stung by his friend's words. It was true, he knew he meant a lot to Harry- - but ever since the change- - it was as if other people were taking his place. What if Harry didn't need him anymore? What if he loved Snape (the thought was so hard to grasp) more and decided he didn't need a godfather?
That thought hurt the most. So he spoiled Harry and now Harry came to him for everything he wanted… Which, if Sirius were to actually think about it, wasn't as grand as he had been hoping it would be.
Remus frowned in sadness at his friends obviously hurt expression but remained silent, unsure of how to respond to his friend's words.
~*~
"You fed my son how much chocolate?" demanded Severus silkily.
"It wasn't my fault, it was a plate of goodies, I hadn't expected him to gorge!" Sirius defended. He'd barely resisted the urge to point out that Harry wasn't Snape's son, but didn't want to get hit by the rather pissy female behind him.
"And now he's sick because of your carelessness, Black!" the dark haired man snapped.
"Well, then take him to Pomfrey!" Sirius shot back, "It was a mistake! An accident!"
"Mistakes seem to happen a lot more when left to you." Snape hissed out angrily.
"Please, we don't want to upset Harry, Sirius, I warned you about this, I really did. You just can't go about giving him food all the time, especially with lots of sugar in it. He's not a teenager who knows his limits. He's a child who's testing them. You cannot leave him unmonitored," Remus calmly explained. "And Severus, please, go take care of your child… Remember, Sirius, like you, is still learning how to raise a young child. Just like you had to learn, so does he. We'll be going now, take care of Harry." Remus put a hand on Sirius' arm and drew him back towards the door.
"As if I'd ever do anything but." Snape glared and watched as the animagi turned into a dog and followed Remus out. Once the door was shut behind the two he stormed back to Harry's room where he was curled up on the bed, looking a bit green. "This ought to teach you that sweets aren't the best things in the world." He muttered grumpily. He took the washcloth off of Harry's head, dipped it in the water, wrung it out, then went to wiping Harry's face. "I'll be back in a moment, I have to go to the hospital wing. You are not to move one inch while I am gone."
Harry nodded, the coolness easing the icky feeling in his stomach. He'd never eat chocolate again. Well… At least not for a week.
~*~
Silent shadows slithered stealthily (say that ten times fast) towards the giant den of the two-foots where the Mys'Alk Clan were soon to reside. Many of the elder clan members were nervous, unsure of their reception when they entered the 'enemies' territory. Mi'Ara knew her mate the best and trusted him implicitely but even she was having second thoughts about trodding so blatantly into the den where so many of the two footed energy-givers were.
Near the large ones cave was the leader Albus, who was speaking with the giant Hag-wid. Krr'Shar, to prove there was nothing to fear, and to show his trust in his decision, diverged from the shadows coming fully into view and padded up to Albus who reached out his hand. Krr'Shar then spoke to Albus (and consequentially, his clan).
*It is good to see you, Albus. I have brought my clan, the Mys'Alk, with me. There are two paws and three claws of us. We have come here in good faith and trust.*
*I am glad to see you have returned, Krr'Shar.* Albus thought back, and through Krr'Shar, the clan heard his words and were able to sense the goodness from him. Not only that, the man and the large den- - reeked of energy, and being near the man alone seemed to help begin to fill the hunger within them. *We welcome you and no harm shall come to you or your clan. We will help you when you need us, the best we can. And if you are ever to need something, ask and we will do our best to fulfill it.*
*In return we shall help protect this den, especially the cubs within it.*
*Wonderful.* Albus' emotions of warmth and trust eased those who'd been uneasy, and they slowly diverged from the shadows as well. Albus smiled at this and Hagrid stared in amazement. They were absolutely beautiful, why anyone would want to hunt them was beyond Hagrid. *Welcome,* Albus continued after a moment, *to Hogwarts.*
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Author Notes:
I know. I said this would be out by Christmas. But I realized NONE of the computers at my house allow me to post on fanfiction. So I decided to write it out and retype it on another computer…. It was a fiasco. So once I'd typed it out I had to print and type it onto a PC at my friends house and well lets just say I went home (not having finished completely typing it out) and got snowed in… And TODAY January the 8th I finally finished writing it all out.
Please don't lynch me!
So Merry Late Christmas and a Happy Late New Years.
You know it's really hard writing the scenes with Sirius. Now that I have a feeling for how things work in that world, half the stuff I've written would and could NEVER happen. And Sirius being DEAD puts a real damper on the writing thing as well. I'm writing a dead man. She kills Albus I will turn violent.
Anyway like I said, I'm NEVER giving up this story. So don't worry, I mean it, even if it takes me ages, I'll continue this! Please don't lynch me. O_O
All of you, WOW with the encouragement and reviews. If I'm ever in trouble I'll sic you guys on my enemies. There'll be nothing left of them.
I really really can't BEGIN to write out thank you's, and I won't. It would delay this story by TEN more days.
SO long thank you short: You guys are wonderful and in your own rights, my inspiration. (Though mom helping me with the kinks never hurt any either).
I really hope I get more done by July 15. I've joined the army ladies and gents.
I ship off to good old South Carolina on July the fifteenth for my basic training for two and a half months. Then I'm rushed off to Virginia where I'll be trained as a cook! (can you legally call army food, 'FOOD'?) Then after staying in Virginia for another two and a half months, I'm going to be moved to Europe. Whether I'll end up with Germany or England, I don't know. *Is praying for England* I've signed up for six years….
So when July hits I won't be posting for about five months definitely cause of work.
But like I said only if I'm dead will this story stop. And even then I'll beg mother to continue it for me. I'll haunt her till she does.
SOOO Next Up:
Remus is back to being his male self (I know some of you won't be happy about that while others will be cheering), Harry starts trying to worm his way through a cement block (also known as Draco's heart) and Lucius finds out about it…
Plotting Plotting everywhere. There, I've given you a tidbit… now to write it… GROAN. I'm soooo sick of typing! *Goes off to read Pet Shop of Horrors, Demon Diary, and Mars*
Quotations for the day:
"Well there's your lesson for today children, and don't forget to look both ways before crossing the street. Oh yeah, and hold hands. It gives the cars more targets."
- My little sister
"If at first you don't succeed, Skydiving is not for you."