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Sarah - Well, Snape probably would have realized it sooner, had it been anyone else. But think about it. If you thought someone had died, and then sixteen years later, they pop up, wouldn't you be questioning yourself as well? And you're about to see Harry get his answers. And as for the vernacular of the British, I am afraid that my knowledge of their ways of speaking is severly limited. However, I did go back and edit the last chapter. And I will try to keep it in context from here on out. Thank you so much for the suggestion, and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Any other suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Thanks again.
AnGeL-GiRl-XxX - You live near there, huh? Go figure. Send me a description of the town and I'll use it in the story. I've never been there, so I'm a little short on information. And yes, Snape is going to be quite upset...just wait and see. As for that raccoon..well, let's just say that it has a very bad habit of popping up where it is not supposed to and annoying the animals. But, like Sari said, she can't hurt the young ones...or her mistress would be angry. Anyhow, thanks for the review, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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Wolf's Bane II: Return to Hogwarts
Chapter 7
Trouble in the Camp
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After leaving their mother to deal with Snape, Sabine and her brothers went to a nearby room, ears alert for any sounds of problems emmanating from the place where she was.
"You know he's going to explode, don't you" Ailric said as they each plopped down on a couch or chair. "I'm surprised there hasn't been any yelling yet."
"They just got in there. Give her time to prepare him before she drops the bomb on him like that." Sabine said.
"Well, there's a fifty-fifty chance he'll go either way." Ailric said optimistically. "He may be happy about you, Gabe."
"You do realize that anytime there is a fifty-fifty chance of something happening the way you expect it you, then there is a ninety percent probability that it is going to get screwed up somehow, don't you" Gabe asked stoically, the accent gone from his voice now that he was away from Harry and the other teenagers.
"Well, your optimism is just a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, isn't it" his brother asked dryly. Despite the fact that the three sibling were drastically altered in physical appearances, it did not stop them from their normal, everyday bickering. Only now, they had to be sure that neither Harry, nor any of his friends, was louting about as they argued. After all, they were supposed to be fully grown, mature witches and wizards, not three snappish sixteen year old siblings.
"I am a born pessimist, and you know that." Gabe said. "If you don't expect something good to happen, then you will not be nearly as disappointed when it doesn't."
"That's morbid." Sabine said, shaking her head. "True. But morbid none the less. Please keep your ideas to yourself around Potter, will you? The boy's depressed enough as it is."
"Well if your god-father had just kicked the bucket a few weeks ago, I don't think you'd be too happy either." Gabe pointed out. "Add that to the small fact that the boy has a bounty on his head from Voldemort, and it is plausible that he's going to be a little off-set."
"He's not mental." Ailric said, looking at his brother. "He seems fine to me. Just as snae as you and I."
"And that is supposed to be reassuring" Sabine muttered, watching as Gabe's face tightened. At first, she thought he was about to get on her for picking on him, but when he looked towards the living room where their mom was, a frown on his face, their friendly arguing stopped immediately.
"Problems" Ailric asked, knowing that his brother's lycan-heightened hearing was better than his own on the worst of days.
"Yes. We should go, quickly." Gabe said, utterly serious now. The three siblings left the room and made for the living room door, only to meet a very angered Snape coming out. Sabine, ever the bold one, stepped right in front of him, glaring when she heard her mother let loose a string of curses.
"What happened" she asked the glowering man who stood at least six inches taller than herself. "What's all the commotion about"
"Get out of my way." Snape growled.
"Where's she at" Ailric asked, glaing at the man standing before his sister while Gabe went to check on their mother.
"If you mean that lying abomination you call a doctor, then she's with the werewolf." Snape barked. "Now get out of my way"
"Abomination" Sabine asked, internally cringing at the cruelty in his words. "How dare you..."
"What I chose to call that woman is none of your concern." Snape sneered. "Especially when the three of you are no better than she is" The angered Potion's master reached out and roughly pushed Sabine from out of his way, causing her to fall against the wall behind them. Sable, who had just exited the living room, saw her daughter fall and immediately pulled her wand, training it on Snape's chest right along with her two sons. Snape turned when he heard the warning grolw and took a step back from the three wands.
"You bastard" Sable hissed, her anger overflowing and her protective instincts on high alert. "If you ever lay your hands on her again, you'll wish Voldemort had killed you years ago."
"Dr. Lee..." Dumbledore said gently, trying to calm the distraught woman down before she killed the man standing in front of her.
"I don't want to hear it, Albus." she growled. "It's one thing to be mad at me, but you do NOT lay a hand on them." Remus, who had noticed two red heads at that top of the banister casing, along with a set of confused green eyes, and bushy brown hair, quickly intervened before anything else could be said.
"We have company present." he said firmly, walking to Sable's side, and nodding towards the staircase. The woman's eyes flicked upwards, and she slowly lowered her wand before turning back to Snape, the death glare still apparent on her face.
"If you value your life, and what is left of you sanity, then I suggest you get out of here now, and don't come back until you learn to keep your hands to yourself." she said quietly. Snape only glowered, then turned and left out the doors, his black robes billowing out behind him.
Harry's brow was furrowed in concentration as he watched his Potion's Professor storm out of the safehouse. As one of Snape's most despised students, he was used to having the patented death glares and all around sorry attitude directed at him. He'd made Snape angry on a fair number of occassions, but he'd never seen the grease-haired slimeball ever get to the point of using brute force on him or any of the other students.
Now, he could see why the Potions' Master had gained so much respect among Voldemort's inner circle as a Death Eater.
Below him, he could see Mr. Robbins help Ms. Meadows up from the floor and lead her towards the kitchen. Dr. Lee and Remus exchanged a few hushed words with Dumbledore before they all split ways, Dr. Lee and Mr. Tartavu going towards the kitchen, while Remus and Dumbledore disappeared outside.
"What do you think all that was about" Hermione asked nervously, apparently watching the door to see if Snape would return.
"Not a bloody clue." Ron said with a low whistle. "Ol' greasy looked mad though, I mean, even worse than normal. Wonder why?"
"He called someone an abomination." Ginny said, shaking her head. "I didn't catch all of it, but it sounded like he was referring to Dr. Lee." Harry just shrugged when she looked over at him as if to get confirmation of her suspicion; he wasn't sure what to think about it.
The four of them had been in the hallway on their way to the boy's room when they'd hear the familiar sound of Snape's angry voice carry up the stairs. they had rushed out, wanting to find out what was going on, and had seen when Snape had pushed Ms. Meadows out of his way, along with everything else after that.
"Well, whatever it was has everyone in a right state." Ron said. "I swear Professor Lee looked like she was about to Avada him right on the spot. And what's she done to make him so mad anyway? I didn't figure he knew her well enough to be mad at her yet."
"I don't know." Harry answer solemnly. "Something's wrong, though. Snape didn't even look that angry when he found out Sirius had escaped and he had lost the Order of Merlin at the end of our third year." Silence reigned for a few minutes, all of them remembering the racket Snape had made when he'd found out Sirius had seemingly escaped from the highest tower in Hogwart's castle and vanished without a trace.
"Uh, how about we go see if we can find that Quidditch set Dr. Lee told us about" Ginny asked, desperately trying to change the subject. "She said there should be one in the old shed out back, didn't she"
"Yeah, let's get out of here before Snape decides to come back and level the house with everyone still in it." Ron said, grateful to his sister for attempting to steer the subject away from Snape or Sirius. He motioned to Harry and the two boys went to retrieve their brooms while Hermione grabbed a book to read.
By the time they had gotten down the staris, Dr. Lee was standing outside the living room with Remus. When they got closer, Dr. Lee turned to face them. It seemed like she had calmed down a little, and was not going to hex any of them for some unspecific reason.
"Hello, children." she said. "Where are you headed"
"We're going to play some Quidditch." Harry said. "Ms. Meadows said there was a Quidditch set in the outside shed we could use."
"That's fine." Remus said. "Just be careful and get either Ailric or Gabe to charm the balls to stay within the barrier. "
"We'll do that." Harry said.
"We saw what Professor Snape did." Hermione said quietly. "Is Ms. Meadows okay?"
"She's fine." Dr. Lee said, a small smile on her face. "A little dizzy when she hit her head, but she's fine. Thank you for your concern." Hermione just nodded and they started to walk out, but Dr. Lee stopped Harry.
"Mr. Potter, one thing before you go." she said. Harry looked at her and nodded, waiting for her to continue. "I was hoping that I could speak with you after dinner this evening. Would you mind"
"Something wrong" Harry asked.
"Not at the moment." she said. "There are just some things I would like to discuss with you."
"Okay." he said, wondering what she could possibly want with him. "What time? Where?"
"Come by the library sometime before you go to bed." she said. "I am usually up late, so whenever you get there will be fine." Harry just nodded and walked out the doors, leaving Remus and Dr. Lee to stare at him as he went.
When he was out of the house, and safely out of hearing range, Sable groaned and shook her head as she walked into the room she'd exited earlier. She sat down on the over-stuffed chair and sighed.
"Why do I get the distinct feeling that Harry doesn't like me" she asked no one in particular.
"Give him time and he will come around." Remus said, walking over to a table and pulling out a crystal decanter and small glass. He poured some of the amber liquid into the glass and handed it to Sable, who took it absently. "Drink that and calm down."
"I don't need the alcohol to calm my nerves, Remus." she said, swirling the liquid in the glass.
"Well, the only other thing that will calm you down right now is cursing Snape into the afterlife for hitting Sabine." he pointed out rationally. "And since he's not here at the moment, and seeing how I have no desire to be used as target practice, alcohol is the next best thing."
"I see you have your priorities set." she mumbled after downing the contents of the glass and grimacing as the burning sensation settled down her throat and into her stomach. She never was much of a drinker.
"Funny." he said, sitting down across from her. "You okay?"
"For now. At least until I see Snape again." she ground out. "The bastard didn't even let me finish explaining before he left!"
"Yes, well, Severus never did like to hear things that threw him for a loop." Remus pointed out.
"Some things never change, I suppose." Sable said, shaking her head ruefully. "Reassuring, huh?"
"He'll come around." Remus reassured her.
"You're saying that to me an awful lot lately." she pointed out. "But I'll bank on Harry coming around before Snape even considers it." Remus just shook his head. Snape had barely stayed for two seconds after she had broke the truth to him and shown him the Mark on her stomach. He had not even given her a chance to tell him that Gabe was his son, or that Sabine could possibly be his daughter. All he'd done after Sable had shown him the Dark Mark was get angry and storm out.
Yes, Snape's reaction was pretty much just the way he'd expected it would be. The surly man was not someone with whom it was easy to get along with on the best of days, and the knowledge that he could possibly be a father...well...it only made it worse.
Remus looked over at the woman sitting across from him very carefully. The hurt was evident , and she had an expression on her face that Remus realized was a mix of her doubting herself, and questioning her actions. He'd seen it countless times before when they were in school, and she was working on a complicated assignment. Her head was balanced in her hands, her elbows on her knees. Small pieces of her hair had come out of the thick braid and was hanging around her face.
She looked so much older at that single moment than she had since he'd seen her again.
When he'd first found out it was her, he'd been utterly surprised at her seemingly youthful appearance, which was so unlike his own. But now, the white streaks in her hair seemed more apparent, and the beginning of laugh lines could be seen around her eyes. She was no longer the same girl she had been while they were in school, and she had just seen one of her greatest fears materialize in front of her.
Snape had practically rejected not only one, but possibly two, of her darling children.
Not knowing what to do, and wishing he could remove the distraught look on her face, Remus rose from his seat and walked over, enveloping her in a hug and hoping to reassure her. She seemed shocked by the contact and jumped slightly, causing him to half-grin despite the severitey of the situation.
"What are you doing" she asked. "You're supposed to be mad at me too, remember"
"Would you like me to go get Severus again" he asked dryly. She just shook her had and muttered 'no'. "And I am still angry with you, just not as much as him right now."
"Lesser of two evils. Makes sense." she said, unconsciously burrowing into his embrace. He said nothing, and just held her for a few moments longer until she pulled away from him, a sad smile of confusion on her face. "I need to go check on the kids and see if Ailric's sent out a head-hunting party for Snape yet."
"Go on, and make sure they're alright." he said quietly, letting her go. Sable nodded and turned, walking towards the door. As she left, Remus could almost swear he head a hearfelt whisper of 'Thank you.' before she shut the door.
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When the sun had set that evening, and the entirety of Haven's Hollow had eaten dinner and dispersed afterwards, Harry headed for Dr. Lee's library. He was not sure what she wanted to talk to him about, but he knew what he wanted to say.
He had thought about it all day long as he, Ron and Ginny had played Quidditch. He'd had enough of being kept in the dark as far as Voldemort was concerned. Sirius had been the only one who had agreed to let him know what was going on the year before, and even then Dumbledore had restricted it to the barest of facts. Now, however, he was ready to fight the entire Order to know what was going on. As he reached for the door, he heard the combined laughter of Dr. Lee, along with the rich chuckle he had come to associate with Remus on the rare occasions that the man had cause to laugh. He stilled immediately, wondering if he should leave and come back later, but Remus had apparently heard him arriving, and did not give him any time to move away from the door.
"Come in, Harry." he called out. Harry pushed the door open and walked in, shutting it behind him. He took the seat across from Remus and turned to Dr. Lee. The woman was sitting behind her desk and trying to calm herself down from the burst of laughter he'd heard when he had come down.
"Am I interrupting anything" he asked.
"Of course not, Mr. Potter." she answered. "Not at all."
"You wanted me for something" he asked.
"I wanted to talk to you about continuing your Occulemency lessons, Mr. Potter." she said. "Headmaster Dumbldeore informed me that you were taking them under the tutelage of Professor Snape for a while, but things went rather...awry."
"That's one way of putting it, yes." he answered. "Who am I supposed to be learning from then? Snape refused to teach me anything else."
"Her." Remus said, pointing to Dr. Lee. "That is if you agree, of course. No one is going to force you to continue with them, but given the state of things and your connection to Voldemort, I'd highly reccomend continuing them."
"The state of things" Harry asked, eyeing the man somewhat angrily. "What exactly is the 'state of things' anyhow"
"Voldemort is gaining power, Harry." Dr. Lee said firmly, recogninzing the underlying anger in the boy and readying herself for a fight. She had not raised Snape's and Lupin's sons and not had her fair share of fights between them and herself. "You know that just as well, if not more so, than the rest of us. Continuing your Occulemency studies will help you protect not only yourself, but your friends as well. It will also stop any more senseless deaths from occuring."
"Senseless deaths..." Harry asked, his temper coming to the surface with the mention of his god-father. "You mean Sirius, don't you"
"Yes, I do." she said, nodding.
"So it's my fault he's dead, is that what you're saying" Harry asked loudly, jumping to his feet in defense. "If I'd have been able to do Occulemency, then Sirius would be alive! I'd have been able to know Voldemort was lying to me? Is that what you think"
"Harry, calm down." Remus said, trying to placate the teenager. "That's not what we meant."
"That's what she said" he yelled, pointing a finger at Dr. Lee, who was still sitting calmly at her desk. "She's saying it's my fault! But if someone would have told me what the Order was up to, and what Voldemort was going after, then I'd have known"
"Are you quite finished yet, Mr. Potter" Dr. Lee asked, her own temper being forcibly reigned in. "Or do you plan on going on like this all night and completely ignoring what I called you down here for to begin with"
"I'm leaving." Harry said, walking towards the door. "I'm not listening to this."
"You're not going anywhere right now, young man." Dr. Lee said, using her wand and a few quick spells to lock the door, silence the room, and disarm him of his own wand. "Not until you calm yourself and listen to what I have to say."
"Remus" Harry asked, turning to the werewolf, looking for some back up against the woman. Unfortunately for him, it seemed as though his ex-Professor had already chosen which side to take, and it wasn't his.
"Listen to her, Harry." was all he said. Harry huffed and sat down in the chair nrxt to the man, glaring across the desk at Dr. Lee and refusing to say a word.
"That's better." she said forcibly. "Now, listen to me, Potter. What happened to Sirius was not your fault alone. If the blame has to be placed then it should be placed appropriately. Now, I agree that you should have been informed more than what you were. I agree that the Occulemency lessons helped very little during the battle. I still haven't figured out how you managed to push Voldemort out of your head with such little practice. I'll even go as far as to agree that Dumbledore is mostly to blame for what happened at the Deprtment of Mysteries. But what I will not agree with is Lily and James' son driving himself crazy and into a bottomless depression because he thinks he's the only one to blame for his god-father's supposed death"
"Get to the point already." Harry said moodily.
"You asked before if you could be informed as to what the Order found out." Remus said, much more calmly than Harry felt. "I, along with the majority of the Order, was reluctant to tell you, but knew you needed to know at least something. And a few others thought that it was none of your business at all."
"When you are eight years old, nothing is your business." Harry snapped, glaring at them even more. "I'm not that eight anymore. You didn't tell me, and look what happened"
"Now, however, Dr. Lee and I have decided to go against the wishes of the Order, including Dumbledore, and tell you what we know." Remus continued smoothly.
"Lot of good it's going to do! They've already taken Sirius from me!" he barked. "I don't care anymore what happens!"
That seemed to strike the wrong chord in Dr. Lee, because she rose from her desk and planted her hands on either side, then leaned down closer to Harry.
"So you wouldn't care if Hermione was murdered?" Dr. Lee asked, her voice cold and calculating. Harry blanched and sat back, looking at the woman, completely dumbstruck.
"What?" he asked stupidly.
"Her family was attacked earlier today, Potter. Or have you forgotten that already?" she asked. "What about Ron, your best friend? Or Neville, another one who helped you in the Department of Mysteries not so long ago? Perhaps, you'd rather see Ginny at the hands of Voldemort and his twisted minions. The girl has already had one encounter with Tom Riddle, and I don't think she's so keen on seeing him again."
"That's enough, Dr. Lee." Remus said, watching as Harry paled considerably with each word that the woman uttered.
"Or better yet, how about we just let them wipe out the entire Weasley family. All of them, gone." She said, slashing her hand towards him, then sitting back down. "Do you still not care, Mr. Potter? What about the man sitting beside you? Would you so easily turn Remus over to the Dementors?"
"That's enough, Sable!" Remus yelled, standing up and glaring at her. But Harry did not even recognize the werewolf's anger, for he was too busy picturing the scene in Grimmauld place when Mrs. Weasley had encountered the boggart in the upstairs writing desk, and it had turned into her husband and children alternately, each one bloody, beaten and dead.
"...it's not, Remus." Dr. Lee was saying when Harry zoned back into the discussion. "He has to reailze that if he gives up now, then all of us our in trouble. And babying him and trying to hide the truth from him like Molly has been doing is not going to make things any better. It's his head on the line, don't you think he should have some say in what happens to himself"
"What are you getting at?" Harry asked, looking at her carefully.
"Your friends are your dearest treasures, Harry." Remus said carefully. "Voldemort's ability to 'posess' you is bad news. But if he can do it again without you fighting him, it could possibly come to him ordering you to harm, or even kill, someone close to you. Not to mention any information we tell you, he can pick up through the link present in that scar."
"In other words, unless you want to run the risk of Avada'ing your best friends, and the ones trying to keep you alive, you need to learn to protect yourself." Dr. Lee said. "I can help you; if you're willing to try. But I tell you now, if you want to know what is going on within the Order, you have to let me help you learn Occulemency better than you already know it. If Voldemort realizes that we have a spy amongst his followers, he'll kill them without a second thought. Then our slight advantage is gone."
A knock at the door caused Dr. Lee to shake her head and get up from the desk to go see who it was. Harry turned around when he heard Mrs. Weasley's voice and frowned when Dr. Lee shut the door, leaving him and Remus alone. The silence was deafening, and Harry just glared at the air space in front of him.
"Is she trustworthy?" he finally asked Remus, not even looking at the man beside him.
"Yes." Remus answered. "You can trust her, Harry. She can help you."
"I don't know if I want help from someone like her." he said sullenly, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Take a few days and think about it, will you" Remus asked. "I'm leaving in the morning for Stratford to do some reconnaisance work for the Order, so I won't see you for a while. At least tell me that you will consider continuing the lessons with her."
"I'll think about it." he said huffily, glaring at the wall beyond Dr. Lee's desk. "She's as bad as Snape." Remus only chuckled and shook his head.
"She's the mother of two boys not much older than yourself, Harry." he said. "And from what I've seen, he no-nonsense way of handling most things has helped them a great deal."
"She's pushy." he said.
"Give her a chance." Remus said. "She lost her parents to Voldemort when she was seventeen, and it hurt her bad. Her need for revenge is strong, and when your parents were killed...and now Sirius...well, it kind of put the final nail in the coffin. She has just as many reasons to hate Voldemort as you do. And as Lily and James' only child, she wants to help you anyway she can."
Harry remained silent, not knowing what to say to that.
"She fixed Sirius' two wy mirror." he said quietly.
"She would do that." he answered. "She really is a very good person at heart, Harry. She's just...plain spoken at times."
"I call it like I see it, Remus." came Dr. Lee's amused voice. "I always have, as you very well know." Remus and Harry turned around quickly, spotting the woman in question standing in the doorway. Harry had not even heard her come back in.
"Everything okay? What did Molly need?" Remus asked.
"We're running low on some things. Looks like I'll be taking a trip to Diagon Alley soon." she said, folding her hands together and placing them on the desk as she sat back down. "Have you decided if you are going to continue you lessons, Mr. Potter."
"I'll think about it and let you know." he said.
"Fine then. That's all I needed to know." she said.
"Am I done then?" he asked, rising from his chair. Dr. Lee nodded and tossed his wand back at him.
"Goodnight, Harry." Remus said.
" 'Night." the boy muttered as he walked out, slamming the door none too gently in his wake. When he was gone, Remus rounded on Sable.
"What was that about" he asked, glaring at her. "He's been through enough lately without someone dredging up Sirius' name. And what about the whole bit about him killing his friends"
"I realize quite well what he's gone through." she said firmly. "But it is a possibility that Voldemort could use the link to cause Harry to harm another person. Dumbledore's told me what happened in the Department of Mysteries, and I still can't figure out how Harry got lose of Voldemort's grasp. Until we figure out how, or what, severed that connection, it's not a risk we can take."
"Harry's no killer." Remus said flatly. "He wouldn't hurt his friends."
"Not intentionally, he wouldn't." she said. "But then again, I am relatively sure Ginny Weasley never intentionally set out to realease a seventy foot basilisk among the student population at Hogwart's either."
"So you're trying to scare him into taking Occulemency" Remus asked.
"Fear is a good motivator. It works when nothing else does." Sable said, shrugging her shoulders.
"That's no different that emotional black-mail" Remus said angrily. "You can't hang his friend's lives over his head like that."
"Don't give me that bull, Remus." she said. "Voldemort does not play fair, and you know that as well as I do. If it takes a round-about threat to his friends to get him to portect himself, then so be it. Besides, the threat is already showing itself. Look at what happened to Hermione's family. Do you honestly think those Death Eaters would have let her or her parents live had they been there?"
Remus had to concede that she had a valid point. The attack on the Granger's was not going to be an isolated incident, of that he was sure. And that was one of the reasons he was leaving for Stratford the next day.
Snape had told them of a rumor for a number of Death Eates to gather on the outskirts of the city in an out of the way pub to plan the attack on a nearby village. He had been delegated the task of watching the pub for anyone who may look suspicious, and then alerting Dumbledore as quickly as possibly to hopefully minimize the casualties. The headmaster had already sent warnings to the families of Hogwarts students, along with many others, telling them to be wary.
"It's getting late." he said absently, his anger temporarily abated with her, as the clock on the wall struck nine o'clock. Sable nodded and pulled out some papers from her desk, allowing the arguement to drop completely.
"Get some sleep. You've got to leave early in the morning." she said absently.
"Good night, then." he said, leaving her alone to do whatever it was she was working on. He had work to do before he could go to bed, and it wasn't going to finish itself.
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That morning, as Remus threw a spare set of robes into a bag and shrunk it down to fit in his pocket, he noticed an envelope that had been slipped under his door. He picked it up and brike the seal, reading the note to himself in the dying candlelight.
Remus,
I'm sorry for being such a bitch last night. I'm just worried about Harry and the other children. I know it's not a good excuse, but it is the truth.
Have a good trip and bring yourself back here soon...and in one piece.
Yours,
S.R.
Remus just shook his head and smiled gently, tucking the note into his pocket and leaving his room. They could never really stay mad at each other when they were at school, except for a few major fights they'd gotten into. And Sable had never been the one to concede defeat first and apologize. Most of the time, he'd been the first to come back and apologize.
It seemed that even after sixteen years, she could still surprise him when she least tried.
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A/N - Hey everyone! Hope you enjoyed the chapter. The next one should hopefully be out soon...maybe. Not sure yet.
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