Chapter 31

I'm back.

Sorry for making you wait a whole month for the update. I didn't plan to disappear like this but the universe had other ideas clearly. lol

Hope you enjoy this brand new chapter.

She was running, they both were.

Last time they nearly got Draco exposed when he, she, Harry, Ron, Fred and George followed the Order into a fight.

And they learned their lesson.

But this time was different; they didn't mean to get involved. Wrong place, wrong time.

Draco was getting paranoid and she needed to go to the Diagonal Alley, so Hermione made a Polyjuice potion and, they sneaked out for a couple of hours on a quiet Wednesday afternoon.

Hermione couldn't foresee that they would run into death eaters on their way back, so she didn't prepare for their Polyjuice running out while they were trying to get away. Angry at herself and her unusual unpreparedness, she grabbed Draco and ran.

Trying to lose them by splitting to go down different routes didn't work out too well for them, because Hermione got caught, and by Lucius Malfoy no less.

She fell to the ground, looking up at his approaching form, his wand up and hers a few meters too far to reach, her head bleeding. She could have used her druid magic on him but, she was disoriented from the concussion and whatever power she could access, she didn't trust it to retaliate without her full control over it.

He was Draco's father.

She didn't want to hurt him for only that reason. Lucius was about to hit her with a spell but Draco got there just in time to shield her, and to be seen very clearly by his father.

It must have been the paralysing shock that stopped Lucius from going after them, because Hermione could only remember Draco grabbing her hand and running faster than ever before, until they got back to the Grimmauld Place, entirely out of breath and dizzy.

Ever since that day she felt like the Order kept a closer watch on her, even Regulus was sticking around more than usual, casually checking on her whereabouts few times a day.

She wasn't surprised when he told Draco to pack, and took him back to the Greenfell Manor. Regulus wasn't angry, not at her and not at Draco. Because luckily they made it back unharmed. They shouldn't have gone in the first place. Their reckless act put a lot of people in danger and Hermione should have known better. The rest of their time together at Grimmauld Place, Hermione helped her partner in crime pack. Draco didn't dare to argue with Regulus either. He knew this wasn't a punishment but rather a precaution, for his safety.

Lucius saw him, but they couldn't be sure who else did, and if his status as 'an alive' person came to light, and was undeniably confirmed, quite a few people would be put in danger. So, it was better for everyone if he was hidden away at the safest house in the country.

A small knock on the door interrupted her trail of thoughts. Hermione looked away from the window to see her fiancé.

"I brought you some ice-cream." Regulus came to sit next to her, setting the ice cream on the small table between them. He leaned in to kiss her on her cheek, before sinking into his armchair.

"Where were you?" She asked, unwrapping the package and digging her spoon into the frozen bundle of joy.

"I met Bella. I know where the Hufflepuff's Cup is." He looked at her relieved, with such triumphant look in his eyes it made her chuckle into her ice-cream.

One step at a time, they were finally getting closer.

"Where did you meet her this time?"

London

"Two scoops of raspberry sorbet please, twice." Regulus asked the Ice Cream van man, placing a 10-pound bill in his hand.

"First cats, now ice cream in a park, I dread to think what will be next. A fishing trip, perhaps?" The woman next to him reached for her cone of ice cream, and once Regulus got his, they moved to go for a walk. Out in the open.

"No better hiding spot than Central London on a Saturday afternoon." He told his cousin.

"You're testing my patience." Bella sent him a glare, but Regulus only responded with a smile.

"How is His Excellency doing?" Regulus asked casually, focusing on the beauty of nature they were exposed to.

"He's after the Elder Wand." She revealed, looking up at her younger cousin for reaction, but he gave nothing away.

"Go on." He gestured for her to continue.

"He's been very grumpy recently. He can't seem to find it." She said flatly.

"You don't sound particularly sad about it."

"Why would I? He takes it out on everyone he lays his eyes on, except those closest to him. The house is full of pain, misery and suffering at the minute." She smirked slightly. "I love to listen to their screams of agony." Regulus winced at her eager tone.

"You've changed Bella. These days, you even scare me sometimes." He admitted.

"Scare you? Hah!" She laughed. "You know nothing of real fear, boy. For most wizards, the Dark Lord is their biggest fear, they've clearly never been to Azkaban."

"What was it like in there?" He asked.

"Like waiting for the pain to come, and feeling it getting closer and closer to you, without an end. And if you close your eyes you can feel the death breathe on your cheek as its passing by. Cold and sadness are the most comforting, because they remind you that you're still alive. And at the same time, that reminder is like waiting for the death to come and end your suffering. Except it never comes to you. It's like receiving a life sentence all over again, but knowing the price, and having to pay it again, and again and again. It's a never-ending cycle that gets worse with every time you re-experience it."

"If you had a choice back then, would you have chosen differently?" She knew he was referring to the day when she agreed to take the mark. But, if she wasn't expected to, if the pressure wasn't so great, would she still have gone down this road that twisted her so? That landed her in Azkaban?

"No. I wouldn't have. Back then, I believed in the necessity of our cause; we all did at some point."

"It stopped being our cause a long time ago" Regulus said in a raspy voice.

There was no doubt that a lot of Death Eaters were discontent with how things have turned out. Voldemort promised to get rid of the vermin, he promised the pure blood wizards superiority and exclusivity of the Wizarding World. As it should be. But it was never about the greater good of their kind, it was always about him and his power.

"That's why we are going to reclaim it. I hope you have a good plan cousin, because it has to be done before he finds the Elder Wand."

"He isn't going to find it. I made sure of that." Regulus revealed.

"I hope that's true."

"Is there any chance you know where the Hufflepuff's Cup is, currently?"

"Ah, so that's why you needed to meet with me so urgently. Why? Is it important?" Regulus slowly leaned over and whispered into her ear. She blinked.

"I, might be able to find it for you, in exchange for something equally as valuable."

"What is it that you want?" He asked, unenthusiastically.

"A favour. A promise you will do as I ask." How vague.

"I'm flattered you think my promise is so valuable, but how about something more tangible?"

"I don't think you're in any position to bargain, cousin." Bella regarded him with a stern glare.

"What makes you think that?"

"If you knew how to find it, you would have already done so a long time ago. You wouldn't have come to me were it not your last resort." She looked at him with a triumphant look in her eyes. "So, do we have a deal?" She extended her hand to him. A magical oath, how sly…

"Fine. Deal." He said, grabbing her hand. He sighted, feeling he will live to regret his decision. She smiled coldly.

"It's in my vault, at Gringotts." She told him, getting up from the bench they were both sat on.

"Of course it is." Regulus muttered annoyed.

"I'll give you my key, but you need to get it from there yourself."

"Fine."

Greenfell Manor

Draco shut his eyes close, as he desperately tried to keep his focus steady and on the three objects he was currently levitating in the air. It was a simple practice to help him control his powers better.

After what happened, Draco threw himself into a rigorous routine of improvement, as a way of self-punishing himself for getting caught and putting not only himself but also Hermione and indirectly the Order, in danger.

He was practicing from early morning till late at night, every day. He needed to get better faster. The problem was, he followed the instructions carefully but something kept going wrong, and effectively there was little progress overall.

"You look like you could do with some help." The voice shattered all his concentration he gathered and aimed at the task.

Draco opened one eye to see Klaus standing before him.

"Well, then help me, almighty one." Draco challenged with a frown. Klaus smirked and sat down facing him. Draco's sarcasm and occasional rudeness was really just a disguise for his true feelings. Klaus learned that this was how the blonde manifested his crave for companionship.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked casually. Draco and Klaus have gotten much closer since the summer, and now with Claudius absent, Regulus and Hermione busy with the Order, the two had only each other to rely on for support.

Amelia and Lydia couldn't be much of help here, but Draco felt reassured having them around nonetheless. They became the adult figures in his broken life and their care began to mend him. Greenfell Manor wasn't exactly the epitome of Hestia's household fire of warm domesticity, but it was much warmer than the thick and cold walls of Malfoy Manor.

"My father, and that day when Hermione and I got caught by him." Draco told him quietly.

"That's not the most motivating thought, now is it?" Klaus tilted his head back. Druid magic was very responsive to one's feelings, and if Draco was guilt tripping himself, it would explain why he couldn't see the results he wanted.

"Depends." Draco murmured.

"Well it clearly isn't working. Why don't you try something else, something more positive and inspiring?"

"Positive and inspiring?" Draco blinked at him sceptically. Klaus leaned forward and looked into his eyes.

"Why are you doing all this, Draco? Why are you trying your hardest to learn such difficult piece of magic? Surely it's not just about your father?"

"To win I suppose. To help Hermione and Regulus, and the Order even. They're… poor, but they're not that horrible I guess. I don't really have a choice, I have to do this, or many people, including me and my family, will die." He replied.

Interesting motive.

"Do you miss Hogwarts?" Klaus asked, but Draco didn't look up. "Hermione does, a lot. It sounds like an amazing place. I've never been there but she used to tell me about it." He added when he saw Draco bite his lip, thinking about the answer.

"I never thought I would, but I do. I miss being young and naïve. Everyone that stayed at Hogwarts this year, I-I hope they can get through this. Carrows are probably giving them a lifetime's worth of nightmares, and it's my fault. I have to help; I owe it to them." Here goes the self-condemnation once again.

"I feel so powerless and it's frustrating, there's nothing we can do to help them. No way to even contact them or check on them." Draco ran his hands through his hair. It was gradually getting longer now that it hasn't been cut for months. But he didn't want to cut them. He made a pact with himself that the hair stays until he succeeds at mastering the old magic.

"Maybe there is a way." Klaus whispered but Draco's head shot up immediately and his eyes met Klaus' eyes. "Maybe we could try it. I've never been to Hogwarts but I should like to go there, even if only to check on the kids." Klaus got up and began to walk around the room, collecting chalk, herbs and other… things, Draco didn't recognise.

"We can't go there, it's too dangerous. I promised Regulus I will not take a step outside." Draco got up and began to follow him.

"Oh you promised him, I see. And you always keep your promises, do you?" Klaus

"No, but I don't want to break this one. Besides the rules say we can't go outside anymore."

"Were you always such a rule follower?"

"Of course not. Have you already forgotten we quite recently got ourselves in a lot of trouble by leaving Grimmauld Place and running into Death Eaters? I keep breaking rules one after another!" Draco argued.

"Good. One more indirect disobedience won't ruin your reputation. Ah! Here they are!" Klaus found an old silver box, inside which were hidden candles with druidic runes carved in them. He took them out and began to set them up.

"Klaus I can't get in any more trouble, it's counterproductive. We are not leaving the house." Draco insisted. He highlighted his decisiveness by folding his arms in unyielding manner.

"We won't have to. We can leave our bodies here and project our consciousness to another place. It's like time travel but without the time part of it, and it's safer because we're not going anywhere physically." He tried to explain but Draco didn't like the unstable excitement on his face. This amount of energy from Klaus couldn't mean anything good. However, he had to admit his curiosity aided the foolish hope for a chance to check on Hogwarts.

"Have you done this before?" Draco asked tempted, seeing how sure Klaus was of this idea made it difficult to resist for too long.

"Yes, with others and usually one person stays to keep the channel open and to be the magnet for the other's safe return, so, if we both were to go, we are going to need something to keep us grounded, ensuring our safe return. And since there is no third person we can use, we are going to trap some of my powers inside a vessel."

"Can you do that? I know you're technically a druid but you don't have full powers like Hermione and Regulus do. Are you strong enough to use your powers like this?"

"I guess we will find out." Klaus smirked at the small plant in an old, silver basin that he was holding. Draco found it suspicious how everything they needed was suddenly in the room they were in, almost as if someone was planning this for longer than the past few minutes.

"Klaus! What if anything goes wrong? I hardly know the how to use these powers at the beginners' level, and this sounds pretty advanced." Draco pointed to all the druidic objects Klaus collected during their verbal sparring. Klaus grabbed some chalk and began to daw runes on the stone floor.

"It's much simpler than you think. Usually I'm the one who stays behind because I can keep the channel open the longest, because of the whole veil between the spirit world and the world of the living business. But, by trapping some of my powers here I can keep the channel open and go with you." Klaus explained.

"And you want to trap your powers in a small plant?" Draco asked sceptically. This entire plan he was pulled into felt… unstable.

"Haven't you heard? Nature is the strongest vessel for magical energy." Klaus grinned at him. "I know what I'm doing, just trust me okay?"

Famous last words…

Greenfell Manor

Hermione felt two strong arms wrap around her from behind. She felt her tense body relax into his, as Regulus opted for comfortable silence, until he heard her sigh loudly.

"What's on your mind, my love?" He asked in barely a whisper.

"Do you think grandfather is okay?" She bit her lip.

"Kiwi is taking good care of him." He assured her but that didn't ease her worries.

"He's not the youngest anymore, and the months are getting colder. I can't think of any sensible reason for why he's insisting on remaining there. Locked up in Malfoy's cold and damp, personal prison."

"I imagine he will tell us that after he returns." Hermione pushed herself off him and turned to face him. She looked into his eyes.

"If he returns."

"Hermione…"

"The stone won't protect him forever, and Kiwi can only do so much, please, please bring him back." She pouted at him in a concerned way and he just couldn't say no to that look. Regulus sighted. The truth was, he didn't particularly like Claudius staying there either, but he couldn't make him come back home, could he? Well, he was going to have to because if he didn't Hermione certainly would have tried and she's too much of a target, as Harry Potter's well known accomplice.

And he didn't like her putting herself in danger. Not that he didn't trust in her skills, he simply preferred to know she was undeniably safe.

The entire situation was just strange. How can a man go from being kidnapped and imprisoned by the enemy, to wanting to extend his stay there? Regulus made his decision. They let Claudius do what he wanted with little explanation given for a long time now.

But enough was enough.

"Fine, I will try to force him to return home tomorrow, early morning."

"Thank you." She smiled softly and kissed him on the cheek.

Hogwarts

"This place is amazing. I could have gone here if it wasn't for the curse." Said Klaus, as they were leaning against a balustrade on the second floor. Looking down at the moving staircases, the moving portraits and the students.

"I'm sorry." Said Draco.

"Don't be, it's no one's fault. Maybe Merlin's. After this is all over, we will find a way to break it. Now, we need to focus on how to help these guys." Klaus folded his arms.

They've been observing the new order of things at Hogwarts for the past two hours and things weren't going that great for any of the inhabitants of the castle.

"Normally, this place is much brighter, louder and… happier." Draco clenched his teeth. It was his fault. If only he didn't fix the cabinet… If only he didn't let them in.

When he was having one of his worst breakdowns due to the consequences of his actions, Hermione assured him that Dumbledore knew, and that he couldn't have done differently. He thought he was doing the right thing at the time and there is no point dwelling on the past actions, but Draco couldn't stop feeling like a coward.

Once the Greenfells broke all his barriers down, once he began to see past his own self-preservation instincts, there was no going back. He had to face his guilt and regret. Hermione always managed to convince him out of it and focus on the present, but now, seeing how the Hogwarts has changed, triggered those feelings to arise.

The portraits were quiet, too scared to speak louder than in hushed whispers, the ghosts were gone from the main gallery and corridors. The students moved around the castle in small groups, and stayed silent until they got back to their common rooms. The professors felt on edge and even Peeves was nowhere to be found.

And the worst part were the Carrows.

Two hours of walking around the castle was more than enough to witness their cruelty. Draco and Klaus walked in on a class led by Amycuss Carrow. He had the 7th Years practice Cruciatus curse on the 1st years.

"Do it!" Amycuss hissed at the shaking Seamus Finnigan, who had his wand arm stretched out. At the other end of his wand was a first-year girl he was paired up with. She was close to tears, waiting for him to say the words Amycus was forcing him to say.

"Disobedience will not be tolerated. Do it or you will be punished."

"P-Please, I don't want to." Seamus swallowed hard. Amycus took his wand out.

"Fine, let me show you." He bent down slightly and hissed next to his ear, making Seamus visibly shake.

"He said he doesn't want to do it." Neville pushed in, making Seamus take a few steps back. Neville straightened up. shielding the first year from Amycus.

Of course, Neville Longbottom was at the forefront of the 'resistance group' of students who refused to do it. Draco never suspected him of such boldness, but with the golden trio gone, someone had to step up to the 'fearless leader' role and lead the Gryffindorks towards another detention.

"I can't believe Snape is allowing this to happen."

"He doesn't have much choice, if he doesn't want to attract attention to himself."

"I'm not sure if that's a good enough of an excuse."

Draco wanted to fry Amycus' backside but Klaus stopped him. Apparently, it was too risky to use their magic when it was just the two of them. If anything went wrong, if he exhausted his magic, there could be… complications.

"We should be getting back." Klaus grabbed Draco's wrist and rushed through the spell before the blonde could protest.

Within a blink of an eye they were standing in the practice room at the Greenfell Manor.

"We need to tell someone about what the Carrows are doing." Draco insisted as soon as Klaus let go of him. "They are torturing the students, it cannot continue." He said walking away from Klaus who began to feel slightly disorientated.

He could feel his skin itch and his head was spinning.

"Erm, Klaus…" Draco tried to get his attention but Klaus was too busy with trying to regain control of himself.

"Something's wrong." Klaus blinked as he looked down at his hands. His body felt weirdly absent, but he was glad to see his hands were still there. It's not like he didn't expect them to be there but he couldn't feel them? Almost as if he long all his strength and had a blood rush all over.

"Yeah, you can say that again." Came from behind him.

Klaus turned around to see Draco stand over their bodies, which were sitting down exactly where they left them only two hours ago.

How did that happen?

"This is so strange." Draco was staring at his own face with a frown. "I thought you said you knew what you were doing. Was this a part of the plan?" He turned to look at Klaus with accusation beating through the coldness of his eyes. Klaus haven't seen this coldness since the day they kidnapped him, the trip to Hogwarts must have really played on his feelings.

"I think we should get some help." Klaus rested his chin on the palm of his right hand as he folded them so his right arm was leaning on his left, holding itself up vertically.

"Splendid idea!" Draco exclaimed. "And who do we get this help from? Because Claudius is at my house and we can't go there, and there's no way we are letting Regulus find out about this."

"Well, there was always only one option, wasn't there?" Klaus took a deep breath in.

Hermione isn't going to be very impressed…

Klaus watched as the realisation set on Draco's sharp features.

"Great, just great." He clenches his teeth. "We are never going to hear the end of it."

Grenfell Manor

Hermione was getting sick and tired of being pushed out of the action seat and kept on the side lines where she stayed perfectly safe and bored.

She couldn't be happier that he was here, next to her. That she could see him every day. But this isn't what she expected. She thought they would fight together, that he would be a great asset to the Order. But instead he took control and trapped Harry in 12 Grimmauld Place where he could make sure to keep an eye on him. And where Harry didn't go, Hermione didn't follow.

Yes, they were on the top of the Undesirable list, but she could do much more than this. Why should the Order have all the fun of fighting the Death Eaters, why should Regulus and Claudius have all the fun of secret chasing after the Deathly Hallows and Horcruxes? Even Klaus was involved in that, why wasn't she? Why should the twins have the fun and freedom of making new explosives and weapons when she was simply considered one of the golden trio? She had no idea how he had done it but Regulus somehow managed to convince Harry out of even trying to go off on his own and do whatever he wanted to do. But she wouldn't be so easily influenced.

She loved research, but doing it for months with no end was enough even for her. This is why she agreed to follow the Order into the fight, and later to go out with Draco. Not the wisest decisions of her career, but it wouldn't happen if Regulus wasn't so fixed on keeping her safe. Why should the boys have all the fun?

It was good to know he cared so strongly about her but she could take care of herself. It was almost like…

"I had a letter this morning." Aunt Amelia's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"How lovely! Who was it from?" Asked Lydia, as she was feeding the Billywigs.

"Dowager Countess of Grantham. Your mother."

"Mama wrote to you? What did she say?" Lydia asked surprised. It wasn't a secret that Violet Crawley and Amelia Greenfell didn't get on very well. Every encounter ended with a clash of their strong characters.

"Just that she will be coming to stay with us for Christmas." Amelia said pleasantly, reaching for her tea cup. Hermione took a deep breath in. Suddenly battlefield didn't seem like a distant possibility after all.

"I thought she couldn't come to visit until your Birthday?" Hermione asked.

"Well, she clearly has changed her mind. She will come two weeks before my birthday celebration. I should ask Kiwi to begin preparing for her immediately." Amelia folded the letter and slid it back into the envelope.

"Isn't it too soon?"

"My dear it's never too soon to start preparing for Violet Crawley." Aunt Amelia chuckled. Her birthday preparations were in progress, and have on the top of priority list for the past two months. But Granny's early visit meant that a lot of things had to be taken care of a lot sooner.

"Who else will be coming?" Hermione asked, seeing a small pile of opened envelops on the tea table.

"Crawleys confirmed their invitation, as did Sinclairs and Beaumonts."

"No Greenfells?"

"Only my cousin Giselle. She wasn't going to leave New York but she wrote to me few days ago saying she misses family and wants to come. Of course, there's Beatrice and her French husband, and their sons. The others won't be coming this year." For obvious reasons, Hermione thought. The family safety was the most important.

"Oh I'm sure they are so very sorry to have to miss it." Lydia brought the tea over from the little table where one of the elves has left it just few seconds ago.

"So they say. It matters not, I expect our house will be full this Christmas." Said Amelia.

"Why do you say that?" Hermione frowned, since they were expecting the exact opposite.

"No reason." Aunt Amelia waved her question away, and changed the subject.

Hermione drank her tea, unaware of invisible Klaus and Draco standing right in front of her, trying to get her attention.

Greenfell Manor

"She can't see us, Klaus; how do we make her see us?" Draco crossed his arms as he sank into the cosy armchair, exhausted from their joined efforts to make Hermione see them. They got tired and went to the adjacent drawing room.

Klaus was pacing in front of him, trying to think of something they haven't tried yet but they were running out of ideas.

"Let's try pinching her." He suddenly said, making Draco frown and sigh in frustration.

"What is pinching her going to do? She can't see or hear us, why would she feel a pinch?" He shook his head.

"I don't know, but if we don't figure it out soon our bodies will soon expire from hunger and we will cease to exist." Klaus laughed.

"But we're not dead."

"Not yet."

Fantastic.

"Can you try to call Kiwi or Pheo?" Draco suggested. "Surely if we're not dead, they have to respond to your call?" Klaus nodded his head and called Pheo. Both of them jumped up in surprise and relief when the elf appeared in front of them.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

"Pheo! It's so good you..." Klaus grinned at him, but the elf appeared to be looking around in confusion.

"Sir? Sir, where are you?" He asked, making both Klaus and Draco groan in frustration.

"He can't see us." Klaus rested his face in his hands, in resignation.

"How else can we ask Hermione for help?"

"I have no idea."

"I will ask her, sir." The elf blinked at him.

"Pheo?" Klaus furrowed his brows.

"Yes, sir?"

"Can you see us?" Draco checked, not wanting to get his hopes up too soon. But the elf turned and looked up at him.

"Indeed I can, sir."

Draco gave out a resigned laugh. Those Greenfell elves were something else…

"Then why did you pretend you couldn't?" Klaus asked.

"Fun, sir." The elf replied with a straight face.

"Fun, I see." Repeated Klaus, as Draco tried to stifle his laugh by covering his mouth with his hands.

"I shall go and fetch Lady Hermione"

"Yeah, you do that, Pheo." Klaus sighted. "But she still can't see us."

"Hermione can't, but Pheo can. We can communicate though him." Draco suggested.

"You can sir, but perhaps you'd prefer if I helped her see?"

"You can do that?"

"You sound surprised sir; I take offence to thoughtless underestimation of elfish talents."

"I didn't mean to, sorry. Please just help us." Klaus asked the elf.

"Very well, sir." He said and left, leaving the two invisible boys

"Fun." Klaus turned to Draco. "I shall have to explain the concept of fun a bit more clearly to him."

Pheo came back few minutes later with a rather confused Hermione.

"Pheo I'm not entirely sure I understand."

"My lady will soon see." Pheo grabbed her hand and then reached for Klaus' hand. Klaus grabbed Draco's.

Nothing happened. The elf's eyes met Draco's.

"If sir can take my lady's hand, please and close the ring." Pheo said to him.

As soon as Draco took Hermione's hand, she jumped back slightly, startled.

"For the love of Morgana! What is this meant to be?" She asked looking between the boys.

"We have a problem, cousin."

"Yes I can see that."

"Can you help us?" Draco asked.

"Thank you Pheo, you've been great help to us." Klaus said to the elf.

"I am glad to hear it, sir." The elf said and placed Hermione's hand in Klaus's. "If this is all, I shall take my leave and return to polishing the silverware." He said, and since he received no further requests, the elf disappeared.

"Well? Which one of you wants to tell me what happened?"

Hello

Sorry for the delay. The uni/collage just started and the third year is killing me.

Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I should have posted it ages ago but some bits were unfinished and I kept putting it off. But the good news is the next chapter is half way ready and things are going to get interesting. Ha ha.

I've been trying to reread this story but I gave up after the third chapter lol idk how some of you do it.