A/N: Chapter 8 has arrived!
Review Responses:
DJ Rodriguez: Thank you for your review! Ha, I would like to see Umbridge die like that, but I do have another idea for her. And yes, he is lucky to have Fleur by her side, I wish I did.
alliesvsaxis1945: Looking back, I can see what you are getting at with have Fleur saying that his parents would be disappointed. I really did not think her insult through very well, but I wanted Umbridge to mention his parents during class.
MajorChaos13: Fleur being completely apologetic was intention as I wanted her to feel very bad at first, but then after thinking about it, she would not be as apologetic. Harry's emotions need to get in control and they will be, but it does not happen overnight.
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The Guardian
4 September 1995
Harry walked along the empty hallways to Umbridge's office for his first of many detentions. Walking right next to him was Fleur, who was accompanying him as his bodyguard. He tried to convince her that he did not need her with him, but she would not budge on it. While they were making their way to the office, Harry was dreading any more time he had to spend in the presence of that woman and Fleur was thinking about happened earlier.
'Why didn't I say anything in his defense back there?' Fleur thought as she had been thinking that she hasn't been a very good bodyguard during the first few days.
After a few minutes of navigating the hallways, the couple found themselves stepping up to the door to the Defense room. However, they were surprised to see Umbridge standing in front of it with her false cheerful smile.
"Professor," Harry greeted in an emotionless tone.
"Good Evening Mr. Potter," Umbridge greeted back, but when she noticed Fleur, her smile faltered a bit, "I did not know that… Miss Delacour would be joining you for your detention."
Fleur nodded with an impassive face, "Oi, since I am 'is bodyguard it is my duty to accompany 'im w'erever 'e goes."
Umbridge shook her head with a frown, "Well I'm sorry, but you cannot accompany Mr. Potter in his detentions as only he was assigned them and not you."
Fleur frowned/scowled at this, "Zat is a razzer stupid rule Professor."
Umbridge's lips twisted into that ugly grin again, "I do not make the rules, just follow them."
Harry snorted on the inside and thought, 'Yeah right, I doubt that it's an actual rule'
Harry turned to Fleur before she could argue and make the situation even worse than it already is, grabbed her arm, "Don't worry Fleur, I will be fine." Oh, how he was going to regret saying that later. Harry then lowered his head slightly to see Serpico's head barely sticking out, $Go with Fleur Sserpico.$ Harry hissed quietly.
Serpico hesitated for a moment before slithering her way from Harry to Fleur, who nodded and noticed Umbridge's face was a disgusted look. However, Harry did not notice it as he unstrapped his sword and handed it to Fleur. Umbridge saw the sword and wanted to question Harry about it, but decided to do it later.
'It looks like affection bothers her, interesting.' Fleur thought as she took the sword and gave Harry a small kiss on his forehead before walking away.
Umbridge opened the door and made her way through the classroom, up the stairs to her office with Harry following her. He was kicking himself mentally for not having Fleur with him as he walked into Umbridge's office.
So. Much. Pink.
The brick walls were painted bright pink with plates of cats hanging everywhere. Harry had to repress a shudder at the bright and "comfy" feeling that the room was putting off as he had a feeling that it was all just an illusion.
"Take a seat Mr. Potter," Umbridge said as she pointed to a single desk and chair that was sitting about a foot away from her own desk. Harry took his seat and immediately felt like he was bound by invisible ropes.
Dolores smiled, "You are going to write some lines today Mr. Potter."
"Lines?" Questioned Harry.
"Yes, lines" Nodded Umbridge, "I believe that with writing lines, you will get the message quickly."
Harry raised an eyebrow, "Ok." He started to dig into his bag to get a quill, but Umbridge's clearing her throat stopped him.
"Oh, you will not be needing a quill as I have a very special one for you to use." Umbridge pulled out a quill from her desk drawer and sat it down on the smaller desk, right in front of Harry. He gazed at it and got a slight shiver by the all-black design, which was different from the more usual brown color of most other quills. Harry picked it up and noticed that he did not have any ink.
"I do not have any ink," Harry said in the evenest tone that he could muster.
Umbridge gave a giggle, "Oh, you will not need any ink." Harry thought that it could be one of those muggle pens that do not need an ink bottle, but oh boy was he was wrong.
"What am I suppose to write?"
Dolores smirked as she walked behind him with her back to him, "I want you to write 'I must not tell lies' 100 times."
"What?!" Harry asked with anger, "I am not lying about Voldemort's…"
"Do. Not. Speak. His. Name!" Umbridge hissed out, cutting across Harry, "You will write that or else I will force you too."
Harry snorted at the seemingly empty threat, "Or else what professor?" He sneered.
Umbridge walked back to her desk and with speed that he did not think was possible from the woman, she pulled out her wand and pointed at him. Harry did not have enough time to pull out his own wand in defense before he heard:
Imperio!
'Write the lines!'
'I will not!' Harry mentally shouted back at the voice.
'Do it!'
'I won't!'
'DO IT!'
"NOOO!" Harry screamed out, breaking free of the curse. This caused Umbridge to be sent back into her desk.
'He broke free?! Dammit!' Umbridge seethed on the inside.
Harry gasped for breath when he noticed that the woman was not focused on him, he pulled out his wand out of his robes and leveled it Umbridge.
"How dare you use that on me!" Harry spat out, anger clouding his judgment in that he should have been getting out of there, "Give me one good reason that I should not kill you right here?"
Dolores slowly got on her feet with a smirk, "Because if you do kill me, you will be locked up in Azkaban for the rest of your pathetic life and your creature girlfriend will be executed for treason against the British Ministry."
Harry gritted his teeth in rage as he looked at the sadistic person in front of him. He raised his wand in order to incapacitate her.
Stupi-
Crucio!
Harry fell on his hands and knees as the pain coursed through his entire body. It felt like one thousand white-hot knives piercing into his skin over and over. He let out a blood-curdling scream as the pain continued and Umbridge stood there with a gleeful look on her toad-like face. Harry then felt a familiar sensation in the back of his mind, it was the Magical Overdrive ability about to kick in. He knew that he had to do something before it took over and made the situation worse than it already was.
"Fine!" Harry gasped out, "I'll write the lines, just stop!"
Dolores smiled and let up the curse, which caused Harry to collapse into a ragged, breathing heap. He swayed as he crawled into his seat and picked up the quill. As Harry started to write, red ink came out and he felt a very painful stinging feeling on the back of his right hand as he wrote.
|X|
Fleur walked through the halls trying to find the Headmaster's quarters. After a few minutes, she found herself right in front of the Gargoyle statue that led to Dumbledore's office. Fleur had heard that he changes his passwords often, but she had to at least try.
"Lemon Drop," Fleur stated to the statue.
The Gargoyle nodded and stepped aside to reveal the spiral staircase. Fleur walked up to the stairs and came up to the door that led to the Headmaster, she knocked on the closed door.
"Come in."
Fleur pushed open the door and stepped into the office. Dumbledore looked up from several pieces of papers on his desk and gave her a soft smile.
"Ah, good evening Fleur."
Fleur nodded with a small smile, "Good evening to you as well 'eadmaster."
"Please, take a seat." Dumbledore gestured to the seat in front of the desk, which Fleur took, "What can I do for you?"
Fleur hesitated for a moment, "Um, I was wondering if I could as for some advise?"
"Of course," He answered, "I'll try and help to the best of my ability."
Fleur took a deep breath before saying, "I'm conflicted about 'Arry's training."
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, "Are you saying that you are regretting training Harry?"
"What?!" Fleur asked in surprise, "No no no no, I don't regret taking ze job or actually training 'im. It's more of 'ow I am training 'im zat 'as me conflicted."
The Headmaster had a slightly confused look on his face, "Could you elaborate more on why you are conflicted about Harry's training with you?"
"You know of 'is ability and ze training yesterday?" Dumbledore nodded, Fleur continued, "' Arry was not 'appy wiz me about ze way I was training 'im. W'ile I do agree on zat I may 'ave went a bit too far, I wanted to pus' 'im to ze limits. I'm lost on w'at to do next."
Dumbledore listened to what Fleur had to say before responding, "I think that what you need to do is go back to basics with Harry."
"Back to basics? W'at do you mean by zat?" Fleur asked with a confused look.
"Ok, have you taught him about gathering his magic and aura correct?" Fleur nodded in conformation, "Alright, then work more on that as I think that it could, in turn, get him to gain control of his ability. You can perform wandless magic right?"
"Yes, I can cast a few wandless spells," Fleur answered with a bit of pride in her voice.
The Headmaster smiled, "Then try and teach him some of those spells, it will take some time though. I can tell that Harry's trust in you as a teacher is broken, but taking baby steps with him, but not completely going all out, will rebuild that trust between you two."
Fleur smiled, "Zank you Albus." She then frowned a little, "W'at about sword training? Wiz Sirius not being able to come 'ere to train 'Arry and I can't train 'im in zat."
Dumbledore stroked his beard in thought for a moment, "You do bring up a good point. Hmm, ok, have him practice what Sirius already taught him and I will try and find some sword fighting books in the Restricted Section of the library."
Fleur then remembered that she did not have a place for her and Harry to train, "Sir, I do not 'ave anyw'ere to train 'Arry and I'd razzer not use an empty classroom again."
Dumbledore smiled, "I think that I have the perfect place in mind. Follow me."
Fleur followed the Headmaster out of his office and up the stairs to the seventh floor. Making their way through the corridor until they found themselves in a hallway with a blank wall on the right and on the left was a tapestry of Barnabas The Barmy facing the wall.
Dumbledore stopped facing the blank wall and gestured to Fleur, "Pace back and forth three times while thinking of a large, empty room."
Fleur raised an eyebrow in speculation, "Really?"
Albus chuckled, "Yes, really."
Fleur shrugged and did what he said to do. Right as she finished the third pace, the then blank wall was forming a large, steel door. Fleur was completely shocked at the sight as she had never seen anything like this before. She turned to Dumbledore who nodded at the door for her to open. Fleur slowly walked up, and with a little bit of force, she opened the doors carefully.
|X|
Harry looked at his right hand and felt sick to his stomach. The back was all covered in dried blood and had the phrase "I must not tell lies" carved into the skin. Dolores made her way over to him and inspected the back of his hand.
"It looks like you still haven't learned your lesson Mr. Potter," Umbridge said as she shook her head side to side.
Harry snarled, "What are you talking about?! I wrote the line 100 times!"
"Yes, but you still have an attitude problem and have no respect for authority. Now, you will write "I must not love creatures" 100 times." Umbridge stated with her sickly-sweet smile.
Harry glared at the woman with pure hatred as the line was directly about Fleur and his relationship with her, "Fuck you!"
Crucio!
Then, Harry felt the same blindly hot pain as the torture curse racked through his entire body again. He had to grab the edges of the desk in order not to fall off. In fact, Harry was gripping the edges so tightly that his knuckles turned stark white and the edges were cracking slightly. The pain went on for what felt like hours before it was suddenly gone. Harry was gasping for air as he looked at Umbridge who was grinning mechanically and had her wand pointed right him.
"Are you going to right the lines Mr. Potter?"
Harry looked her straight in her eyes, "Haven't..I..written..enough..lines?" He asked in between breaths.
Dolores shook her head once again, "In my eyes, you have not written enough lines as you attitude still needs to change. So, again I will ask, are you going to write the next line 100 times or do I have to "convince" you some more?" As she said that, she rolled her wand in between her fingers.
Harry grounded his teeth in rage as he picked up the quill and started to write "I must not love creatures" on the opposite side on the parchment. Now, he felt the same painfully sensation on the back of his left hand.
'Rot in hell!' Harry angerly thought.
|X|
The doors opened to reveal a large, spacious room that had three pillars on either side supporting the ceiling. It was lit by torches that were lining the perimeter of the room. Fleur walked in with a look of pure amazement on her face as she took in the large area.
"Welcome to The Room of Requirement," Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Zis place is perfect for training!" Fleur said with a huge smile on her face.
Dumbledore nodded, "This room can morph into whatever room you need and it can connect to most other rooms as well." Fleur looked at him with a suspicion look which caused him to chuckle, "Go ahead and try to connect this room with your's and Harry's living quarters."
Fleur did not believe him but decided to humor the old Headmaster. She closed her eyes and focused on picturing the main living room of the quarter. After a minute of focusing, Fleur heard the sound of walls moving and opened her eyes to the right to see a door that previously was not there. Fleur's jaw was hanging open from shock as Albus motioned for her to open the door. She walked over to it and pulled it open to a dark, empty hallway. The main door then slammed shut, making Fleur jump slightly. Dumbledore made his way over and looked into the dark hall, pulled out his wand and pointing into the hall.
Lumos!
Light flooded into the way and lit up a wall that was about ten feet away. Dumbledore stepped over to the wall and put his hand on the wall, running it over the bricks before pushing slightly. Fleur walked over and pushed the wall as well to reveal the living area of the quarters that she and Harry shared. Stepping in front of the door showed that the "door" was actually the fireplace.
"It worked!" Fleur stated with a smile, then frowned, "But 'ow will I get back cause walking to ze sevenz floor every time is time-consuming?"
"I will show you." Dumbledore then closed the door/fireplace and rested his hand on the mantle. After a moment, Dumbledore turned to Fleur, "Now, place your hand on the mantle and put some magic into it."
Fleur stepped forward and rested her hand on the exact same place he had, letting some of her magic flow from her into the mantle. The fireplace then started to slowly swing open to reveal the dark hallway that led to the room.
"Now, The Room of Requirement is now permanently connected to this room, but can only be accessed by you or Harry," Dumbledore explained.
Fleur nodded her appreciation, "Zank you 'Eadmaster."
"Your welcome," Dumbledore responded with a smile, "Now, I must take my leave but remember what we discussed about Harry's training ok?" Fleur nodded and Albus took his leave through the main entrance of the quarters, which Fleur thought was odd, but did not say anything about it.
With him gone, Fleur decided to work on the subject of Harry's training. She knew that she had to do a better as a bodyguard and as a girlfriend, but Harry also needed to know that she was not going to go easy on him at times and push him to his absolute limits.
|X|
Harry had just finished the 100th line of the second phrase for the night when he felt like passing out from all of the blood loss. Umbridge came up and examined his hand, smiling with satisfaction.
"Alright Mr. Potter, you are done for the night, but you still have two more weeks of detention, do not forget."
Harry did not say anything, he got his bag and walked to the door and opened it. However, he did not leave right away. Harry flicked his wand into his hand as he turned around and pointed it at Umbridge's desk.
"Mr…?"
Reducto!
The desk exploded into small flying pieces of wood that sent Dolores sprawling onto the floor. When she got up, Harry was nowhere to be found.
Harry walked along the halls, swaying a bit as the blood loss was starting to affect his body. Rage swelled inside of him as he thought of the "detentions" with Dolores Umbridge and a small part of him wanted his ability to take over and strike her down once and for all. All of these thoughts swirled through his head as Harry made his way up to the Gryffindor Common Room portrait, spoke the password, and stepped into the room. A few students were still there either talking or doing homework, but that all stopped when he appeared and they glared at him. For his part, Harry ignored them to the best of his ability as he stepped in front of the fireplace and said the password for the marriage quarters. Walking through the torch-lit hall, he stopped in front of the door that led to the quarters that he and Fleur shared. Opening it, he saw something he did not expect to see.
Fleur was floating about two feet above the ground, her eyes closed, legs crossed, hands folded in her lap, and the most surprising was the ball of fire that was floating a foot in front of her. She was in the middle of the room and all of the furniture was neatly stacked on the right side of the room. The fire roaring behind Fleur cast an eerie shadow of her.
"' Ello 'Arry," Fleur greeted with a smile, her eyes still closed.
"Uh, hey Fleur," Harry responded, his voice slightly horsed from the pain from earlier.
Fleur opened her eyes, "' Ow was detention?"
Harry shrugged, "Fine." His hands still behind his back.
Fleur noticed this and raised an eyebrow, "W'at did s'e 'ave you do?"
"Lines," Answered Harry.
Fleur knew something was wrong here as his answers were too short and he seemed nervous, "' Arry, s'ow me you 'ands."
Harry raised his hands, palms towards Fleur to show her. Fleur saw that his hands were a little more pale than usual.
"Now, turn zem around."
Harry hesitated, "Why?"
"Because I want to see ze back of your 'ands."
Harry lowered his hands to back behind his back, "There is nothing to see ok Fleur, so drop it." His tone was getting too defensive for this to be normal.
Fleur landed on the ground as she extinguished the ball of fire and crossed her arms over her chest, "Alright zen."
Harry nodded and started towards the stairs that led to the bedroom. Right as he was within arm's reach of Fleur, she grabbed his right arm and flipped him onto his back. She then straddled his stomach and pinned his arms above his head.
"If you ever lie to me again, you will be in for a world of 'urt, do I make myself clear?" Fleur glared hard down at him.
Harry met her glare head-on before his face changed into one of shame, "Fine! But don't say that I didn't warn you."
Fleur lifted his hand and turned it around, gasping in horror at what she saw. 'I must not tell lies' was clearly carved into his skin as dried blood surrounded it. It was carved deep into his skin and Fleur had willed herself not to puke at the sight.
"My god!" Fleur whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.
Harry turned his head to the side, "There's more." With that, Harry raised his left hand and showed her the back of the hand with the phrase 'I must not love creatures'.
When Fleur saw the back of his left hand and the right, she lost control of herself. Her fingers grew slightly, and her nails became elongated and talon-like. Fleur had a bluish-white glow surrounding her as her face was contorted into one of pure rage.
'This must be her transformed state.' Harry thought as he gazed up at the transformed Fleur.
Only one thought was crossing Fleur's mind at that point in time, 'Kill Umbridge!'
"I'll be back!" Fleur stood up and stalked towards the door with the intent on spilling blood.
Harry shot up and rushed in front of Fleur with his arms raised in front of him, "Fleur! I know that you are very angry, but this is not the way to handle it!"
Fleur growled, "Watc' me!"
"Fleur! If you attack her, you will be killed!"
She laughed haughtily, "S'e can't kill me, zat will cause a war between France and Britain!"
"Doesn't matter!" Harry shook his head, "Umbridge has too much power within the Ministry and will use it to accomplish her agenda. I said it before, we have to play by their rules! Even if it means standing down for now. Please!" He was now pleading with her not to do anything rash.
Fleur was glaring at Harry, but she was not mad at him, more she wanted to tear Umbridge limb from limb. A minute later, after staring down at him, Fleur closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed down, which caused her to transform back. Her eyes opened and Harry could see the rage flowing through her eyes, but he knew that she would not do anything at the moment.
"Fine," Fleur nodded tightly, "Let's bandage your 'ands."
Fleur got out her wand and waved it in the general direction of the furniture that was stacked up to the side. The pieces of furniture floated back to their original place in the living area. Fleur motioned for Harry to sit on the couch while she went up to the bathroom and got the medical kit. When she came down, Fleur sat next to Harry and started to bandage up his right hand.
"Is zere anyzing else I s'ould know about your detentions?" Fleur asked, her voice stiff.
Harry hesitated, "Um, she might have used… The Cruciatus Curse and… The Imperious Curse."
Fleur stopped wrapping his hand at hearing what he had just said. The rage started to build up again as she started to shake from it. However, she took a long, deep breath before finishing wrapping up Harry's right hand and moved on to his left one. Harry was able to hear her mumble under her breath as she took care of his hand and the one that he heard the most was "Bitch!". After a while, Fleur had finished with bandaging up both of Harry's hands and leaned back, rubbing her temples as she tried to stop the oncoming headache.
Harry looked over his hands before turning to Fleur, "Thank you, Fleur." His voice was quiet and emotional.
Fleur gave him a small smile, "Your welcome, 'Arry."
The two sat in silence for what felt like hours as the fire roared in the background. Fleur sat there, still wanting to burn Umbridge alive for what she had done to Harry. But, she knew that Harry was right in that if she did do something, it would cause chaos between France and Britain. Fleur then thought of contacting her father and seeing what he could do anything about Umbridge.
"Fleur, what were you doing when I came in?" Fleur was ripped from her thoughts by Harry's question.
"I was focusing my magic and willed it so I could float in ze air," Fleur explained.
"What about the ball of fire? Was that apart of your Veela magic?"
Fleur chuckled, "No, it was ze Fiendfyre curse."
"Wait?!" Harry was in complete shock as he heard what Fleur said, "I thought that the Fiendfyre curse was practically uncontrollable."
"Zat is true for most cases," Fleur nodded, "' Owever, you can control it if you 'ave control over your magic and can bend it to your will. Most magical people can't control zeir own magic, so zat is w'y ze curse is known to be uncontrollable."
"So I could do what you were doing earlier?" Harry asked.
"Yes, but it will take a great amount of time and practice to get zere…" Fleur then hesitated for a moment, "I want to say somezing about your training."
Harry nodded, "Ok, what is it?"
"W'ile I understand zat your trust in moi as a trainer is broken and zat I will 'ave to earn it back. You also 'ave to understand zat I am going to pus' you to your absolute limits at times. You will not like it, but I'm 'ere in order to see you get stronger and I will not give up or back down." Fleur stared at Harry hard, making sure that she was understood.
Harry kept Fleur's stare for a minute, not speaking while he processed what she had said before saying, "Alright, I understand Fleur."
Fleur smiled and lightly kissed him on his left cheek. When she pulled away, Fleur saw that Harry was blushing and giggled slightly.
"W-Well, speaking of training, Where are we going to train as we cannot use an unused classroom?" Harry asked as he got a hold of his blush.
"O', let me s'ow you w'ere we are going to train," Fleur stood up and stepped in front of the fireplace while Harry did the same.
Fleur placed her hand on the mantle and pushed some of her magic into it. After a moment, she stepped away and turned to Harry, "Place you 'and w'ere mine was and pus' some of your magic into it ok?"
Harry was very confused at the request, "Why?"
Fleur just smirked, "You'll see."
Harry just looked at her for a second before shrugging and placing his hand where her's was. Gathering up and letting some of his magic flow into the mantle of the fireplace. At first, nothing happened, but then the entire fireplace started to slowly swing outward to reveal a dark hallway.
"What the hell?!" Harry was in complete shock at what he had just done. This caused Fleur to laugh at his expression which Harry threw a mock-glare her way.
"Come, wiz, me," Fleur grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him into the dark hallway while throwing up a Lumos to light the way. When they got to the opposite door, the fireplace then slowly shut. Fleur pushed the wall open to reveal the large, empty room.
"What is this place?" Harry asked as he stepped into the room.
Fleur spread her arms out, "Welcome to Ze Room of Requirement! Zis room can c'ange to fit w'atever you require." To prove her point, Fleur focused on a table and a second later, one appeared right next to her.
Harry's face was full of wonder as he looked around the room, "How did you find this?"
"Dumbledore. I went to 'im to get some advice on your training and I said zat I did not 'ave a place to train you," Fleur explained.
"Oh," Harry nodded, then a thought came to him, "Wait, how will I train with my sword as Sirius can't really come here?"
Fleur smiled, "I was wondering ze same zing. Dumbledore said zat you can practice w'at Sirius already taug't you and 'e would see if 'e could find some books on sword defense."
Harry gave Fleur a grateful look, "Thank you, Fleur."
"No problem 'Arry. Now, let's get back to ze quarters." Fleur and Harry walked back to their living area and watched as the fireplace closed off the way to the room.
"Was the room always connected to this quarter?" Harry questioned.
Fleur shook her head, "Non, Dumbledore s'owed me anozzer way to ze room and told me zat I could connect ze room to 'ere and 'e made it permanent now."
Harry nodded at the explanation and yawed, feeling the fatigue from the day and detention catching up to him. Fleur saw this and decided that it was time for the two of them to head to bed for the night.
"Let's 'ead to bed 'Arry," Fleur grasped Harr's left hand, making sure that her grip was not going to aggravate his scar, and led him upstairs.
When Harry got up to the bedroom, he found his two familiars, Serpico and Hedwig already asleep. Fleur grabbed some clothes from the armoire and went to the bathroom with her hips swaying more than usual. Harry watched Fleur as she disappeared into the bathroom before shaking his head slightly with a slight smile. After getting out his sleep clothes and changed into them, Harry climbed into bed and turned to see Fleur walking over to him in a red crop-top that showed off her chest and stomach and a pair of red lace panties that hugged her curves just right. She got into bed and before Fleur was able to anything, Harry wrapped his arms around her middle and buried his head into her chest. Fleur smiled down at him and ran her fingers through his hair, then turned off the lights which bathed the room in darkness.
"Good night mon survivant."
A/N: Alright, hopefully this chapter cleared up what chapter 7 did not. Harry is younger so childish acting will happen from time to time. Anyways, I have a tentative plan for this story for the next few months. I am out of college for the summer, so I would like to write 4 to 5 chapters before college starts back up. It's not set in stone, it's just an idea that I would love to make happen. Please Read and Review and until next time: Swat3030810 signing off!
