Ollivander's had always creeped me out, even though I'd only gone there a couple times in my previous life. The organized clutter, the dusty shelves, all of it reminded me of some sort of abandoned warehouse,where mass murderers hid the bodies in those muggle films I watched as a kid during my original rebellious streak. Now that pretty much my entire life was a rebellious streak, the image was even more deeply ingrained, and i shuddered as I stepped through the entrance, the cheer from my short encounter with Harry Potter slipping away like a cloak.

"Ah, ms. Malfoy. Yes, I have been expecting you." And there he was, the old coot who made the horror movie image complete, peering at me over his glasses like some sort of creepy old man. Sure, for most people he may seem sort of grandfatherly, but I wasn't fooled. I was half convinced the guy was some sort of pedophile.

"Hello, I'm here to buy a wand. It's my first year at Hogwarts." I tried to reply politely, gritting my teeth against his ever-more creepy smile. For a moment, I regretted coming here without my mother or father, having left them to continue the rest of my shopping while i collected my wand, but then shook off the thought. I may look like an eleven year old girl, but in my mind I was far older, and more mature. A decrepit shopkeeper wouldn't get to me that easily. Still, I was forced to suppress a shudder when his smile widened, and he nodded in a knowing manner.

"Of course, of course. Hold out your wand arm, and we shall get your measurements." I grimaced, but did as told, a tiny little enchanted tape measure appearing and starting to measure every conceivable stretch of my body it could. I knew that it was mostly just a distraction for him to start sorting through the shelves and seem even more mysterious, but that knowledge did little to make the process any less annoying, especially now that I was a girl and some of the measurements taken were a lot more intrusive. Seriously, what would he need to know about an eleven year old's bust size for?

After a while, the tape measure seemed to be done with its job and disappeared, just as Ollivander reappeared holding several boxes with wands in them. A quick glance told me that none were my old hawthorn wand, but I wasn't exactly able to tell the old coot that, so with a long suffering sigh, I picked up the first and gave it a wave, already expecting the failed results. We continued that way for some time, me growing more and more exasperated as the pile of rejects piled up beside me. I could have sworn it hadn't taken nearly this long to find my wand the last time, but it had been quite a while since then. Perhaps the memory had been blurred by time.

Finally, just as it seemed that i had waved nearly every other wand in the shop, Ollivander pulled out a slightly familiar box, with a very familiar wand resting , my boredom turned into excitement. This was it. Practically salivating, I picked it up gingerly, anticipation welling up inside of me. I gave it a wave, waiting… and nothing happened.

For a moment, I stared at the wand, wondering what was wrong with it. There was no rush of warmth, no spark of acceptance, nothing. It just sat there, in silent refusal to react, even negatively. So lost in my scrutiny was I that I hardly even noticed when Ollivander snatched the wand away, with a muttered "As I expected." Once that had happened, i slumped down, staring into space. Why had it rejected me? My wand had rejected me. That couldn't happen.

Just as I was starting to shake myself free of my stupor in order to ask Ollivander if maybe I could try one more time with the hawthorn and dragon heartstring wand that I knew was meant to be mine, he emerged from the farthest reaches of the shop, and my attention was suddenly caught by the tenderness with which he held the newest box in his hands. Inside was perhaps the oldest looking wand I had ever seen.

The wood was a pale yellow, giving off an oddly cheery sense of life, but there was something about it that made me shudder as a chill went down my wand itself was fairly plain, with a simple grip and lacking any sort of carving whatsoever. Despite that, I had the feeling that it wasn't what it seemed, and when I reached out to pick it up, it was with hesitant a hesitant hand.

When my fingers finally touched the wand, fingers slipping around the smooth wood to grip it tightly as if it had been made for my hand, I gasped at the sudden sensation that swept through me. It was like… it was like I had a bucket of ice water dumped in my veins, while at the same time they combusted into liquid magic, more powerful than anything I had ever felt, coursed through me, scouring my very soul as the wand tested me, than with an audible hiss in my mind, accepted what it found. As the feeling of fire and ice settled down, I glanced at Ollivander, who was watching me with a strange glimmer in his eyes that hadn't been there before.

"Oh my, it certainly likes you. How very unexpected." With an unconscious twirl, i slipped the wand into my wrist holster, raising an eyebrow at the man. I had no idea what had just happened, but one thing was for certain. This was my wand, and I was most certainly going to keep it.

"What exactly just happened? And what do you mean by unexpected?" Frustratingly, he chuckled.

"The wand accepted you dear, which I must say is quite an accomplishment. Tell me, what do you know of wandlore?"

"Not much, I'm afraid."

"A shame. Well, let me compound it for you. See, in my long experience, I have rarely made wands with any sort of magical core other than dragon heartstring, unicorn hair, or phoenix feather. Most other cores are not quite… up to Ollivander standard. That wand, however, is an exception." I glanced at my wrist, where said wand was now residing.

"And why is that?"

"Because its core is not one of those three materials. I made it out of the tail-hair of a thestral." I felt my face go cold. Thestral hair… that must have been extraordinarily difficult to manage, as the winged horses were invisible to any who had not seen death. More than that, however, they supposedly had powerful magical attributes, including an incredibly strong connection to death. And considering my particular circumstances… this was going to be interesting. "That is not the only thing that makes that particular wand exceptional however. See, in all my many long years of wand crafting, i have only ever come across the one lock of Thestral hair, which is why I don't use it in more wands, despite its exceptional qualities. Thus, i felt the need to do something rather special with it. So, I used all my skill and power to place it into a wand of willow wood." This, I was confused by. I knew that the wood of a wand did have an effect, but I was unsure what significance willow wood might carry. Ollivander must have seen my confusion, because he quickly explained.

"Willow quite often has powerful healing attributes, and consistently chooses those with the greatest potential. Combine that with Thestral hair, and you get a wand that holds a powerful connection to both life and death, and is likely to choose an owner who could greatly influence either. Their, or in this case your, destiny is most likely to be one upon which a great deal of lives are determined, and the balance of light and dark will teeter upon your choices." I stared at the man, my grey eyes wide. Holy shit, that… that actually sounded accurate. My entire reason for being here was to stop Voldemort and save as many lives as I could. The balance of light and dark indeed. My choices really could decide life and death for a lot of people, and whoever won the war.

After that little exposition, the excitement dropped from Ollivander, and suddenly he was back to being a genial old merchant. I paid for the wand with stiff movements, stammered a thank you, and practically fell out of the door back into Diagon Alley. Once there, i leaned against a nearby lamppost, taking a moment to stare at the crowds as they flowed through the Alley, chattering and shopping. Flashes of Diagon Alley from during the war, under Voldemort's reign and even the year before crossed my mind's eye, and I glanced at my wrist, where my new wand was safely tucked away under my sleeve.

I hadn't mourned, I realized with a shock. I hadn't even been given a chance after the war to realize it was over, having been arrested less than a day after the battle of Hogwarts. Hell, I didn't even know who all had died, if anyone I knew and didn't necessarily hate from either side And now, looking at the crowds, the enormity of what exactly I was trying to do hit me. All these people depended on me, whether they realized it or not.

There was only one thing I could do after that, really. I ran to the nearest trash can on the street, and hurled.

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After that rather disturbing fiasco, the summer passed quickly. My mother fretted over me, which she hadn't necessarily done last time around, but I had grown used to that. It was funny, really, how me being a girl had changed so much, and yet nothing at all. Father, who had always been cold at the best of times, was now practically carved from stone. He was likely disappointed that his only heir was a daughter, and not a son. Conversely, mother, who had been the kinder of the two anyways, was now practically smothering.

Somehow, i survived, and was now on the Hogwarts Express once again, having finally escaped the attentions of my mother. I had looked for Harry on the platform, but he had been nowhere to be seen, so I had simply resolved to find the boy on the train. Hopefully, I could grab him before Weasley closed his desperate claws around the highly impressionable kid. While I didn't necessarily think of the red-headed clan with the same scorn I used to, that was most likely not the case in reverse, and it would be that much more difficult to befriend him if Weasley turned him against me.

With a huff, I lugged my trunk onto a rack before dropping into the seat below. There was little to do until the train finally set off, since it would be impossible to find him in the crowd, so I settled in to wait. Sadly, it seemed fate didn't take too kindly to my plans.

"Um, hello. Is there any room in this compartment?" I glanced up, only to find a sight that both terrified and exhilarated me at the same time. What was Granger doing here?

"Um uh, sure." I stuttered, utterly surprised by the sight of the girl. She looked almost nothing like I remembered although she was at least still recognizable. Before, she had actually been one of the most desirable girls in our year, having filled out and developed after fourth year into an elegant and beautiful young woman. This eleven year old was nowhere near that person, with a frizzy mop of hair in place of the smooth and sophisticated curls I knew she would later sport, and she still had the slightly overlarge teeth she had gotten fixed after I hit her with a tooth-enlarging hex during… I think it was third year?

"Is there something in my teeth? Why are you staring at me?" The sudden question pulled me out of the awed stupor I had fallen into, and i shook my head to clear it. Granger was looking at me with no small amount of trepidation, and with a surge of panic, I made to excuse myself.

"Sorry, you just look like someone i knew once. I didn't mean to offend." I nearly collapsed with relief when the girl offered a small smile in response. I still remembered how hard she could hit, and I didn't want to make an enemy of her in this life as well.

"No, it's fine. I was just worried... Well, never mind." I frowned at the dismissal, but ignored it for now. Instead, i offered my hand, surprising the girl.

"Artemis Malfoy, at your service." I almost laughed as she looked down at the offered hand dubiously. I held it back, however, and when she finally took it I smiled brightly.

"Hermione Granger. It's nice meeting you." And with that, she took the trunk beside her and shoved it onto a rack, before sitting down across from me and pulling out a heavy looking tome. Of course Granger had a book with her.

"What are you reading?" Startled, the girl looked up from the first page.

"Oh, uh I'm reading Hogwarts, a History. Again." She said the last word hesitantly, and I could see the narrowing of eyes as if she expected me to say something about her reading a book twice. Luckily, I knew better than that.

"That seems like a good idea. Maybe you'll end up in Ravenclaw." I don't know what it was I said, but it seemed to be a good thing, because suddenly the girl launched into conversation. For the next several minutes, we discussed the different houses, and their pros and cons. By the time the train had started moving, the girl was already trying to convince me to join Ravenclaw, claiming that it sounded like the best house because who wouldn't want to be a searcher of knowledge? I, on the other hand, was of the opinion that Slytherin had the greatest potential, despite my failings in that house during my previous life. I was sure that if i tried, maybe I could turn it into something good, instead of the antagonistic house that everyone hated. Yes, my main goal was to stop Voldemort from killing everybody, but that didn't mean I couldn't improve other things as well.

I didn't even notice how fast time was passing, too busy was I conversing with Hermione. As it turned out, the girl was most definitely a good conversationalist, if a bit stubborn in her beliefs. She was intelligent, something I couldn't say for most of the people I had hung around my first time through Hogwarts, and with a start, I realized it was actually fun talking to her, even if the topic was whether or not Quidditch was a barbaric sport or not. I was definitely regretting my decision to shun her based purely on her blood in my previous life, a trend that I was starting to notice occurring more and more often.

I was suddenly brought back to the real world by the arrival of the trolley witch. With wild eyes, i glanced at the wristwatch I was wearing, and saw that it was early afternoon, far later than I had thought. Damn, I was planning on finding Harry as soon as the train started! With a sheepish grin, I turned back to the bushy-haired witch I had been conversing with.

"Um, Hermione? I don't want to be rude, but there was someone I was hoping to find on the train, but I lost track of the time. Do you mind if we leave it here for now?" I asked, hoping I didn't make her think I didn't want to talk to her anymore. There was a flicker in her eyes, which I tried desperately to decipher, before suddenly her entire face brightened.

"Why don't I come with you? I'd love to meet more people!" My jaw dropped as she jumped up and pulled me bodily through the door, too surprised to resist. We made it an entire twenty feet before she suddenly stopped, turning to me shyly. "Um, which direction should we go?" Recovered from my shock, i snorted in amusement. Like i knew? Knowing my luck, The-Boy-Who-Lived wouldn't even be in the same compartment. Still, I took the lead, marching down the train in a quest for the familiar head of black hair.

It didn't take long to find him, which wasn't all that surprising considering the large crowd of people who were milling about the compartment door while trying to look like they weren't just fanboying and fangirling all over the place. It was actually kind of disgusting, now that I think about it. Still, I managed to shove my way through the crowd, a suddenly shy Hermione trailing quietly behind me as I pulled open the compartment door with the highest concentration of admirers.

"There you are, Harry. I was starting to wonder whether the raging hordes of rabid fans had carried you off and had their way with your honor." The surprised rabbit look that peered up at me from underneath those horribly mismatched bangs was utterly priceless. Even more so was the gobsmacked face one Ronald Weasley was making from a corner of the compartment.

"A-Artemis? What are you talking about?" With a grin, I dropped down into the nearest seat after holding open the compartment door for Hermione to follow me. Even as it slid closed I could hear several muttered whispers about 'damned foolish first years'.

"Oh, you didn't notice them? I suppose I must warn you then that you have quite the pack of admirers out there. Oh, and it's nice to see you again." My grin widened slightly as Harry seemed to regain his bearings, realising that I was trying to make a joke out of his fame. Apparently, it worked even better than simply ignoring it.

"As long as they don't cause a stampede, I'm sure we'll be fine." Merlin's pants, i hadn't been expecting that from him. And what was with the roguish grin he was throwing my way? Maybe that day in Diagon Alley hadn't been a fluke after all.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" I glanced over at the sudden outburst to see Weasley glaring at me with all the ferocity of a baby chihuahua. Forcing myself to stifle a snort, I smiled serenely at him.

"My apologies, I seem to have forgotten my manners. I am Artemis Malfoy, and this here is Hermione Granger. I already know Harry, but I'm assuming you must be one of the Weasley's, correct?" Again, I had to wrangle with my amusement as the ginger's face grew even more red, but I could see laughter flickering in Harry's eyes from the corner of my eye. He, of course, knew that my posh tone was meant to be a joke.I did feel a bit of pity for Hermione though, the poor girl looking between us confusedly.

"Um, I don't think he's supposed to be turning that shade of red." She stated innocently, and I actually raised an eyebrow at her. Was she being serious?

"You're a Malfoy!? What's a little snake like you doing here?" Suddenly, my smile disappeared, and I fixed the Weasley scion with a deadly glare that no normal eleven year old would be able to pull off. He called me a snake? Well, I suppose I could bare my fangs to match then.

"I am here to say hello to my friend, as I was unable to at the Platform. What, may I ask are you doing here? I'm sure you're perfectly aware who he is, and was before you even stepped foot into this compartment." At my words, the boy's flush suddenly changed from one of anger to embarrasment, and i watched as Harry suddenly sat up, his attention squarely on Weasley's response.

"I'm making sure Harry Potter isn't corrupted by slimy Slytherins and dark wizards and witches like you!" He blurted, and I allowed myself to smirk. Bloody Gryffindor, to the core. For a moment, I thought about helping push him even further into the hole he had just dug himself, but from the looks of it, there was no need, as Harry's face had suddenly turned deathly cold.

"Excuse me?" he asked in a voice that made even me shiver. Holy shit, that was not a happy voice. What happened to the nice little Gryffindor?

"Uh…" Said Weasley dumbly. His own face had turned pale, and his eyes were frantically begging forgiveness. Harry, however, had none to give.

"You're making sure I'm not corrupted? You mean you're manipulating me into being your friend?" Ouch, that one struck home, and the last of the blood left in Weasley's blood drained away. Now his eyes were flickering towards the door, as if wondering if he could make a break for it. "So, not only are you not actually interested in my genuine friendship, but you insulted the one person who is? In front of my face too." Suddenly, he sat back, an evil smirking crossing his face to make it look utterly foreign even to me. Dear Merlin, he looked positively Slytherin. "Well, what am I going to do with you?"

"Toss him to the fans?" Both me and Harry turned to face Hermione, who was still shyly in the corner. Damn, i had nearly forgotten she was even there. "Those people are all out there because of you, right? You're Harry Potter. So they won't be happy he was trying to poach you, will they?" If someone had taken a picture of me at that moment, it probably would've sold for millions in my old lifetime. Surprise was written large across both me and Harry's faces, and Hermione started to fidget with her hands as she bit her lips while waiting for our response. After a moment, Harry turned to me, an eyebrow raised, and I shrugged. It actually sounded like a good plan. Now in possession of my blessing, the raven-haired boy turned back to Weasley, that Slytherin smirk still stretched wide across his face.

"So, are you going out on your own two feet, or on your arse?" Weasley didn't stick around to answer verbally, shooting to his feet and scrabbling for the compartment door. For a moment, i was tempted to stick my leg in the way, but that would have turned it from a lesson into sheer bullying, and I wasn't going to be that again. So Weasley managed to get out with only a tattered pride, and there was silence in the compartment for a few seconds. Then, without warning, Harry's smirk suddenly turned into a real grin, and a burst of laughter broke free from him.

"Did-did you see? He was so terrified!" Incredulous, i watched as Harry Potter, the bloody noblest Gryffindor, laughed at a boy who in another lifetime had been his best friend. What the hell had just happened? A quick glance with Hermione, looking just as bewildered as I was, told me nothing, so I was just going to have to figure it out for myself.

"You know, i never took you for a prankster." Harry turned his grin on me at the comment, and for some reason, my cheeks heated up at the sight of it.

"Really? If that's what a prank is, I think I could make a brilliant one." I raised an eyebrow. He didn't even know what a prank was? Merlin, just how bad had this kid's childhood been? Before I could say anything else though, Hermione suddenly spoke up.

"It was… kind of funny, if a bit mean. Are you sure he deserved that?" Harry's grin didn't falter, but he did turn an appraising eye to the bushy haired witch.

"I don't know, did he? All he did was try to befriend me purely for my fame, manipulate me and who I think are 'good' or 'bad', and then insult my first and only friend. Maybe I did go a bit too harsh on him." This time, I couldn't hold back the snort that erupted out of me as Hermione turned red with embarrassment.

"I-i only meant…" She tried to say, but Harry waved her explanation away, smile softening slightly.

"It's fine, I understand. You are right to an extent. That could very easily have turned ugly. Actually, it's because of you it didn't." Hermione's embarrassment suddenly turned into curiosity, and I could have sworn I saw her eyes gleam.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, it was your suggestion that kept me from just punching him in the face." Harry's expression turned pensive for a moment, before he let out another snort of laughter. "Throw him to the fans. Bloody brilliant."

"Language!" I snorted at Hermione's shrill admonishment, watching with a smile as the two eleven-year-olds fell into an argument over whether or not curse words were really such a bad thing. After a few moments of that, I tuned them out, turning to look through the window and watch the countryside pass by. As I looked at the rolling green hills, the absurdity of what had just happened sunk into me slowly. I was sitting in a train compartment with Harry Bloody Potter and Hermione Granger, and I had just helped chase off Ronald Weasley. Dear Merlin, I just broke up the Golden Trio before it could even form. What the actual fuck?

A cry of frustration brought me back to the present, and I turned back to see the Hermione pulling her hair in annoyance, and Harry collapsed on the seat, consumed by giggles. "What did you do to her?" I asked, amusement coloring my tone as Harry turned to me with shining eyes.

"I told her that if she was so worried about keeping me on my best behavior she'll just have to become my pranking partner. That way, she can make sure I don't do anything too bad. You know, damage control and all that." My jaw dropped as I looked at Hermione, who was now glaring out of the window sullenly.

"And you agreed?" The girl sniffed, before looking at me with annoyance glimmering in her eyes.

"Of course i agreed. I can already tell he's going to blow up a school toilet or something if I leave him unattended for too long." Suddenly, her face turned impish, taking me aback. "It's his eyes, i think. He's obviously a Dark Lord in training." Unconsciously, my eyes shot towards Harry, where he was looking at me with said eyes. Suddenly, I was taken in by the unearthly green of them. I had never noticed before, but they really were beautiful, a deep, vibrant green that shone with life and mischief in equal measure. I found myself lost in them, until I was drawn back with the sound of snickering. Shifting my eyes, i looked at Hermione, who had a hand to her mouth in order to hide the wide grin she was sporting. What had just happened?

"Uh…" I said intelligently, mentally beating myself a second later for sounding like Weasley of all people. Now Harry was the one snickering, and he leaned over to Hermione to whisper loudly in her ear even as my cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Looks like you were right. I hadn't even noticed." And just like that, I was lost. Whatever it was, they obviously found it funny, their laughter growing more and more pronounced as I grew more and more red.

"Alright, what is it you two are talking about?" i demanded, My annoyance leaking into the question. All I got was a frustrating grin, this time from both of them.

"Oh, nothing much. Although, I suppose we could tell you… if you joined our little pranking circle." My eyes widened, and i glanced between them. No, this was not happening. Sure, I wanted to be friends with them, but… this sounded way too much like the beginning of a new Trio. I couldn't do that. I was Malfoy, for Merlin's sake! I couldn't be a part of the Golden trio, regardless of whether I had kicked Weasley out of the running!

"I… don't know." I said, my mouth dry. Was I really changing things so fast? From what I could remember, Granger hadn't even befriended Potter on the train. They had practically been enemies all the way up until Halloween, and now they were starting a pranking circle? What the hell?

I was just about to open my mouth to protest when a thought struck me. Hadn't Wormtail always gone on about a group with James Potter, a bunch of Pranksters or something? In fact, wasn't 'Wormtail' actually one of the codenames they used for each other? If so, then this ran in the blood. I don't know what it was about last time that prevented it from happening, or what it was I had done in this life to awaken it, but as I looked at the two eleven-year-olds sitting across from me, I knew. There was no way I was getting out of this if pranking was a Potter family trait. Harry would pester me until I agreed, no matter what I did. Merlin's hairy pants, he had already corrupted Hermione Granger, of all people! After just ten minutes of sharing a compartment!

"Fine." I said, letting out a heavy sigh as Harry jumped up to applause. Hermione was a bit more subdued in her celebration, but I could still see the glow of triumph in her eyes. She always had cared more about winning than the rules, hadn't she? "So, what's the secret?" Suddenly the celebrations died down, and Harry turned a sly smile on me.

"Well… Hermione here claimed you had a crush on me. I told her to prove it." I stared at them, utterly surprised. I what?

"No! I don't have a crush on you, I swear!" I spat vehemently, denying it with all my heart. No, there was no fucking way! Sadly, neither of them seemed inclined to believe me, both collapsing into giggles Frustrated, I searched for something to say, anything to make them completely and totally forget that such a thought had ever existed. In a spark of brilliance, I finally grasped something, and a small smirk crossed my face.

"Yeah, well, Hermione has a book fetish!" Okay, so I didn't expect them to actually know what fetish meant, except maybe some kind of obsession, but apparently I had misjudged them. Hermione's face turned pale, and while Harry had stopped laughing, his eyes were still full of mirth.

"I do not!" Cried the bushy-haired witch, but I just gave her a sly look that had her turning pink.

"Oh? Shall we go back to our own compartment and see? I'm sure we'll find plenty of proof there, miss read-Hogwarts-A-History-again." The girl shrieked in rage, and I barely had time for my smile to slip off my face before she launched herself at me. We went down in a tangle of limbs and hair, my waist-length blonde hair getting tangled with her mane of bushy brown. Luckily for her, her shrieks turned into breathless giggles before I could get my wand hand free to slip my new wand out and retaliate. Thankfully, I recognized the sound, and realized she wasn't actually attacking me, but play-wrestling.

With bubbling laughter of my own, I fought back. Somewhere along the way, Harry decided to join in, and soon it turned into a three way slugfest of eleven year old limbs and body parts, until eventually we all ended up in a big pile on the floor, breathless and flushed with exertion. I lay, tucked snugly between the two, staring up at the train ceiling.

As I lay there, I realized something. I was happy. I'd never felt like this before, when surrounded by my 'friends' in Slytherin. Of course, I never really interacted with them before, instead striding around all pomp and brattiness, but still. I'd been surrounded by people, but never before had I truly felt free, as I did now. My head turned back and forth, taking in my companions. Both of them had sated looks of contentment on their faces, which bewildered me. I could understand myself changing; I was experiencing something completely different, and was a changed person. However, I had never seen such looks or comfortableness on Harry and Hermione's faces before, even in my other life. Sure, they and Weasley had been close, inseparable practically, but never like this. There'd always been some sort of forced distance, like they didn't quite fit together. Somehow, this felt purer, cleaner than the Golden Trio had ever been. This felt right.

Merlin, what was I doing?

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Well, that's done. Good gods, I just couldn't find a place to end that, could I? I meant to just sit down and pop out a nice two to three thousand word chapter and be good, but somehow that turned into… this. It's actually the longest chapter I've done in a while.

Anyways, so I hope you enjoyed the chapter. If you would, please leave comments on what you thought, what things in particular you liked, and what you think I can do better on. I am always open to criticism, so please, don't forget to review. Thank you, and I'll see ya all later! Sayonara!