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A/N: Well here's chapter 15 of Blood Matters, hopefully this answers some of your guys' questions as well as dealing with some, if not all, the loose ends floating around out there. Now, I've had a few people ask me if this is going to be a TomXHarry (Orion) pairing, to all those people No, no it is not. As of right now I don't have Orion paired with anyone but Tom is paired with Sirius.

Also, thanks to my lovely beta cocobyrd87

R/R!

Chapter 15: Coming to the 'Light'

Hermione Granger, smartest witch of her age, was tempted to bash her head against the nearest hard surface. She had messed up, royally messed up. She had allowed herself to be taken in by whatever Ron and Dumbledore said, allowed her own judgment to be clouded by the voices of others. Looking back on the situation with Harry (Orion) objectively, she realized how off base her thinking had been.

She, like Ron, Dumbledore and the rest of the Weasleys, had seen Harry becoming a Malfoy as a huge betrayal to their, to hers, cause and that was all she had seen. Now, looking back she understood Harry's decision, understood why he had given up everything for his chance at a family. She had known Harry for four, almost five years, and his deepest wish, deepest desire had been for a family, and he had been offered one-a real family, not the fake family that Dumbledore had created for him using the Weasleys.

Sighing, she pulled a pen and a pad of paper towards herself. For non-school related correspondence, she tended to favour muggle pens; they were so much easier to write with. Chewing the end of her pen for a moment, she began to write, pouring everything out to Orion-her heartfelt apology and her sincere promise to try and fix things with him. She knew it would take awhile to earn Orion's forgiveness and friendship, but she also knew she could never stop trying.

-Blood-

Tom glanced up as Narcissa stepped through the floo into his library. The normally resplendent blonde was wearing a rather drab pair of black robes over what appeared to be muggle pants. He knew why she was dressed as such, but it was a rather big change.

"Ready?" Tom asked curiously, his red eyes shining with barely subdued blood lust.

"Of course," Narcissa said, a vicious grin gracing her aristocratic features.

"She's in the dungeon; the elves have been keeping her alive," he said, his tone indicating that alive wasn't exactly comfortable.

Narcissa just nodded, her wand rolling around in her fingers as she waited for Tom to lead her to the dungeons. She couldn't wait to sink her wand into her sister, to curse her black, blue and red. Yes, Bella was her sister but she had laid her wand, her hands on her children and no one, NO ONE hurt Narcissa Malfoy's children.

Walking down the stairs into the damp, dark dungeon, Narcissa sniffed lightly. It was so very dark and creepy and it suited the persona of Lord Voldemort to a 'T'.

"Awful isn't it?" Tom muttered with a chuckle. "But it fits the Dark Lord ideals and Dumbledore's mental image of me perfectly so why not leave it? Plus it's the prefect place to send disobedient followers."

"It has a rather...dark appeal," Narcissa murmured, following Tom to her sister's cell.

Bella looked awful. Her normally wild, black hair was hanging in greasy clumps, her face had scratch marks all down it and her nails were red and raw from being bitten and chewed on.

"Cissy!" She shrieked, throwing her self on the floor, having not seen Tom yet. "Cissy please!" She begged, hands reaching through the bars, grasping at her sister's robes.

"Please what Bella? Rescue you? Help you? I can't do that," Narcissa said disdainfully. "You cursed my children Bella, my babies!" She suddenly yelled at the prone woman on the floor. "My Orion whom I just got back, my Draco! Your own nephews! You've always spouted off on Black blood running thick, Blacks sticking together! Well you aren't a true Black Bella. You cursed your nephews, the heirs to the Black name and fortune and you deserve what is about to happen to you," she hissed viciously before turning and nodding to Tom, allowing him to take over.

"My Lord!" Bella cried, her fervent form shifting and focusing strictly on the man standing in front of her.

"You disobeyed my orders Bella, my direct orders!" Tom hissed, his red eyes flashing. "I told my followers that Orion Malfoy, your nephews, and my GODSON were to be left alone and yet you felt the need to violate my orders and not only torture Draco Malfoy, the son of my brother in all but blood, but Orion, the boy I said specifically was not to be TOUCHED!" He roared angrily, sparks shooting from the end of his wand as his magic reacted to his anger.

"Please my Lord, I'm sorry!" Bella begged from her position on the floor. You could practically see the misery rolling off of her in waves; unfortunately her audience was not at all moved by her begging.

Two hours later Tom and Narcissa emerged from the dungeon both weary from the anger they expelled in a fury of spells on the battered, bloody figure lying prone, barely breathing in the dungeon. No, Bella wasn't dead, as much as both Tom and Narcissa despised the woman; she was useful to Lord Voldemort's cause. So she was locked in the dungeon, a bloody mess, but alive and being seen to by some very angry elves.

Tom's house elves were rather fond of both Orion and Draco and they hadn't been pleased to learn Bella had hurt the boys they had come to care for. Tom was under no illusion that they were taking good care of Bella, but their orders were to keep her alive, not comfortable.

"Wine?" Tom offered Narcissa as he flopped nearly boneless into his favourite chair.

"No, no thank you. I have to go inform Lucius about what happened. Besides I happen to know you have a date to get ready for. As much as Sirius loathes Bella I doubt he'd like for you to show up to your date covered in her blood. He may get jealous," The Malfoy lady said with a grin as she stepped into the green flames and flooed back to her Manor.

"How-" Tom cut off, chuckling. There was very little that Narcissa Malfoy didn't know.

-Blood-

Orion walked slowly into the Great Hall for lunch, his messenger bag slung low over his shoulder. He was a bit worn out from classes that morning; Charms and Transfiguration were

really difficult when you had to relearn all your wand movements with the wrong hand. Flopping down at the Slytherin table, he glanced around for his brother, only mildly surprised to see him not around, hovering nearby.

Draco had been insanely busy with studying for his OWL exams and he and the other fifth years seemed to live in the library as of late. Of course with Draco it wasn't just living in the library and studying; Draco also had his Quidditch aspirations and when he wasn't studying he was busy creating outrageous plays and putting his team through the paces.

"Harry?" A voice sounded from behind him.

"Its not Ha-" Orion said hotly as he whirled around, only to be met with the grinning, honest face of Neville Longbottom.

"Oops!" The tall boy said bashfully. "Sorry Orion," he quickly amended.

"Hey Nev!" Orion said with a surprised smile. He hadn't seen the once bumbling Gryffindor in awhile, but he had liked the boy. "You're not here to knock me down the stairs are you?" Orion asked hesitantly; he liked the other Gryffindors but once upon a time he had liked Ron, Hermione and Ginny.

"What? No, of course not. I just came over to tell you that Orion or Harry it doesn't matter to me. We're friends, or at least I hope we still are," the Longbottom heir said with a grin.

"Of course we're still friends Neville, I never thought otherwise. I'm still friends with the twins after all," Orion said with a shy smile.

"Good," Neville said, "because I wanted to tell you that I'm really happy you found your family. My grandmother was telling me about the day you went missing and how devastated your family was," he continued. "So I'm glad that you guys are reunited, even if you are a Malfoy now."

"I'm glad we found each other again too. Malfoys or not, it's all I've ever wanted Nev, and now I have it," Orion said softly, fingering the fabric of his bag.

"I'm happy for you mate, maybe we can talk about it sometime?" Neville offered, "in the library or in Hogsmead."

"Yea of course, I'd enjoy that. I like the new friends I've made in Slytherin but I miss my old friends in Gryffindor sometimes too," Orion said, shifting his bag up on his shoulder a bit more.

"We miss you too. I know I do, and the twins, Seamus, and Dean aren't exactly fans of Ron's line of thinking," Neville murmured. "You have a lot more friends then you think Orion, lions are loyal-at least most of them are." And with that, the shy Gryffindor spun on his heel and headed over to the lions table, sitting down next to Dean.

A small smile worked its way over Orion's features as he went to join the snakes though his eyes kept flickering up to see Neville, Dean and Seamus all smiling at him.

"Why are Longbottom, Finnigan and Thomas all staring at you?" Draco asked as he sat down next his younger brother.

"Because I think we're all friends again," Orion said softly, grinning at his brother. "Neville talked to me; they're not mad at me, nor do they blame me about this whole thing like Ron and Hermione seemed to."

"Oh? Well that's good news I guess," Draco murmured. "As long as they don't hurt you of course."

"I don't think they will. Neville said that most of the lions aren't taking Ron's side," Orion told his brother. He knew Draco was being protective of him, not that he minded and he wanted to make sure his brother understood that Neville and them weren't going to hurt him.

"Hm, well as long as they don't hurt you," Draco reiterated sternly as he loaded food onto his plate before absentmindedly adding some to his brothers.

"Draco!" Orion grumbled as he watched the food pile higher onto his plate.

"What? You need to eat more, mother and father and our Uncles worry about your small figure," Draco admonished slightly.

"Let them worry! My stomach can't handle a huge intake of food at once- it's a byproduct of starvation!" Orion hissed, making sure only his brother could hear him. "These problems aren't just going to disappear Draco, just like my hand or the scar on my back, they'll heal over time."

"I know they won't," Draco sighed. "I-it-it just sucks! I hate seeing how small you are, how sore your hand gets, that monstrosity on your back! You're doing so much better then you when you first came home, but still..." he trailed off. He just wanted Orion to be better, all better. He wasn't naive enough to think Orion would magically get better over night, but he wanted to see some progress, more then what was happening.

"I know Draco," Orion said, letting his head rest on his brother's shoulder for a moment. "But it won't happen overnight. What t-they did to me isn't something that will just disappear. I'm getting better, my hand is improving and my appetite is improving and that sc-scar will be gone eventually but it will take time. Shoving food down my throat won't help anything and it probably will only make me sick in the end, which is more detrimental to my health then small meals," he lectured with a small grin.

"Fine brat," Draco said with a grin. "I understand and I'll stop trying to feed you."

"Good," Orion said, digging into the food on his plate, ignoring his brother's pleased grin. "I won't be able to finish it."

"Just eat as much as you can," Draco said with a cheeky grin as he dug into his own food.

-Blood-

"MOONY!" Sirius cried as he rushed down the hallway of his newly found home to his friend's room.

"What?" The irate werewolf asked, sticking his head into the hallway to see Sirius rushing at him with an armful of clothing. "Trying to figure out what to wear?" he asked as Sirius skidded to a halt in front of him.

"Yes, I-Moony!" Sirius whined, thrusting the clothes at him and walking into his room to collapse on the rumpled bed.

"I'll help," Remus grumbled, "since I'm a fashion expert or something." He added sarcastically.

"Moony!" Sirius grumbled in annoyance. "What am I supposed to wear? I'm going on a date with the Dark Lord! In France of all places. How am I supposed to dress for that?"

"Nicely I guess?" Remus suggested, digging through the pile of clothes Sirius had brought from his rooms. "This shirt," he said, thrusting a silver-grey silk dress shirt at the frantic man. "It brings out your eyes," he added, his cheeks flaring slightly. "Black pants of course, and some dress shoes, a nice sweater or jacket to cover the shirt and keep you warm, no robes. I know Tom is the Dark Lord and all but you just don't pull of dress robes nearly as well as you do muggle clothing," Remus chuckled, "much to the detriment of your poor mother."

"Thanks Moony," Sirius said gratefully, gathering up the clothing and heading back to his own room.

"Anytime, now go shower and get ready-and not too much cologne!" He called as the Black Lord ran off down the hallway.

Across the country in another large Manor a tall, red-eyed man was smoothing his hands down an elegant pair of black dress robes embroidered with an emerald green trim.

"Are you ready for your date?" Lucius asked curiously from the doorway.

"I believe I am, I just need to pick up Sirius from his newly discovered Manor across the country and then we're off to that delightful restaurant in Paris that you introduced me to last summer," The most feared man in Wizarding Britain said with a soft smile.

"Lovely, a good choice," Lucius said with a grin. "Watch out for my wife, she's hovering by the front door and you know she won't let you leave if you don't pass her inspection." He warned before the Malfoy Lord disappeared.

"Lovely," Tom repeated with a groan this time. Narcissa was a pain in the ass when it came to fashion and no one escaped her judgment unscathed.

Sighing, Tom smoothed out his robes one last time before heading down to face Narcissa and hopefully be on time to pick up Sirius.

-Blood-

Sirius was pacing anxiously in the entry way of his and Moony's new home, recently dubbed Marauders Hollow. Tom wasn't late exactly but he was still anxious. He looked 'dashing' according to Remus but he was still freaking out. A knock on the door startled him out of his panicking and he turned, his face paling as Remus pulled open the door and greeted Tom courteously.

"Good Evening, your date is over there, panicking," Remus said with a chuckle, letting Tom slide past him into the foray of the hall.

"Are you ready?" He asked watching Sirius pale further before he blushed hotly.

"Y-yes I'm ready," he stammered, walking over to the man, a grin on his face. He may be terrified at the prospect of dating the man, but he was attracted to him and he did look absolutely amazing in those robes. Tom chuckled, extending his arm for Sirius to grasp onto.

"Bye Moony, don't wait up!" Sirius called to his friend and room mate as Tom led him outside to the apparition point.

"You look very good tonight Sirius," Tom said as he pulled the man against him.

Sirius had never been to the restaurant before so Tom needed to apparate both of them. Sirius felt his face heat up slightly as the man's arms closed around him. Landing slightly awkwardly

(Sirius had never been good at side-long), his eyes grew wide as he took in the sights around him. The restaurant was right along the Champs-Élysées and was absolutely gorgeous.

"When you said France.." Sirius trailed off, eyes flitting from one spot to the next.

"It's lovely isn't it? Narcissa and Lucius came here one year for Draco's birthday and as his favourite Uncle I was required to attend," Tom said with a grin. It had been Draco's eleventh birthday, right before Hogwarts and it had been a great day, especially for the Birthday Boy. He hoped they could one day bring Orion. He suspected his godson would enjoy traveling if not fancy restaurants.

"Lovely," Sirius agreed, following the man inside, still trying to take everything in as Tom spoke to the maître d' and soon they were being led to their seats. It was in a private area of course, nothing but the best for the Dark Lord, but Sirius appreciated the privacy.

"So," Sirius said, glancing around the room for the fifth time. "Did you have a good day?"

"Yes I did actually, Tom said with a grin. "Narcissa and I dealt with our little problem in the dungeon."

"Oh? About time, hope she suffered," Sirius said as the waiter poured him a glass of red wine, a merlot judging from the name.

"Oh she did, the elves are seeing to her right now and they're not exactly fond of her," Tom said with a grin, taking a sip of his own wine.

"See anything you like?" Tom asked as both he and Sirius pursued the menu.

"Erm.. I have no idea, I'm not exactly proficient in French food. Choose for me? I'll eat almost anything barring snails and frog legs," Sirius said, closing his menu in defeat.

"Of course, I can order for the both of us," Tom said with a grin.

-Blood-

Sirius leaned against Tom a slight giggle escaping the inebriated man as the Dark Lord wrapped an arm around the Black Lord to steady him.

"I suppose I fed you too much wine tonight," Tom mused as Sirius stumbled again.

"What? No, never too much wine, wine is...wine," Sirius slurred insightfully; tomorrow he would freak out about this, about getting drunk on his first date but right now, right now he'd enjoy the closeness of the man, the warmth his skin offered and just how damn attractive he was.

"Ah," Tom said with a grin. "Seeing as you've consumed so much of the delightful drink I fear that apparating, even side-long, may be a bit much for your brain to handle. We shall have to floo or take a portkey home," he added. He had an emergency portkey, two actually-one for his own Manor and other for Malfoy Manor-but he'd rather deliver Sirius to his own doorstep and not risk the man wandering off and getting into trouble.

"Do you have a porkey? Or shall we floo to your home?" Tom asked Sirius. He had planned for a nice walk down by the river, perhaps see the Eiffel tower, but the wine had made sure that wouldn't happen.

Despite Sirius' drunkenness he was having a marvelous time. Once the man had calmed down and actually spoken to him he had found him to be a marvelous conversationalist and a rather funny and charming man. He definitely was attracted to Sirius Black and he intended to take this as far as he could, hopefully down a long and fruitful path.

"I have a portkey, Moony made it," Sirius said, stepping away from Tom for a moment to dig in his pockets. Finally he pulled out his wallet and dug a silver coin from it; from a distance it looked like a sickle but on closer inspection it appeared to be a plain, silver coin with the effigy of a stag.

"Ah good" Tom grinned. "I had a marvelous time tonight Sirius. I sincerely hope we can do this again."

"I-I had a great time tonight as well Tom, sorry for drinking so much but I am a Black and we do love our wine," Sirius said with a slight, drunken giggle. "I'd love to go out again, see where this goes."

"Myself as well Mr. Black. I have a feeling tonight was just the beginning of a long and interesting relationship. Oh, and Sirius?" Tom paused, looking the man over with his blood red eyes.

"Yes Tom?" Sirius asked softly, breath catching in his throat as he looked up at the man.

"I know we've only been on one date, but I shall remain faithful to you. I would hope you'd offer me the same respect," Tom said with a grin, his tone implying it wasn't so much a hope as an order.

"What? Of course Tom, I'm not a man who takes on multiple partners," Sirius said, blushing fiercely at the thought. Of course once upon a time he may have been just such a man, but he wasn't insane enough (even though he was a Black) to condemn anyone to the type of punishment the Dark Lord may dish out.

"Good," Tom said, drawing closer to Sirius once again and sliding his fingers under his chin. Sirius' breath caught once again as his head was gently tilted up and a pair of thin lips captured his slightly plumper ones in a searing kiss. All coherent thought fled from Sirius' mind as Tom kissed him, though the kiss wasn't passionate per-say, merely a kiss on the lips that one might see as a goodnight kiss-the fire and sparks that Sirius felt were very, very passionate. Finally Tom broke away, a soft grin adorning his features.

"Good night Sirius, see you shortly," the Dark Lord said with a smile as he reached out and folded Sirius' fingers around his portkey, sending a small burst of magic into the coin he watched as Sirius vanished from his sight before he turned on the spot and apparated to his own Manor for the remainder of the evening.

Sirius landed with a thud in the foray of Marauders Manor. Tom had activated his portkey without warning nor even a whisper of the activation words; it spoke volumes about how powerful the wizard was and Sirius felt even more intoxicated at the thought. Not that he was power hungry by any means; it was just thrilling to be tied to such a powerful man. A snort behind him alerted him to Moony's presence as the werewolf leaned against the nearby wall laughing.

"You look positively ridiculous," Moony finally gasped as he moved across the room to lift his friend to his feet. "I'd ask if you had a good night but judging by the look on your face you did," The werewolf added as he manhandled Sirius down the hall towards his room. "You can tell me about in the morning when you're sober." He added as he shoved his friend into his bedroom and took off towards his own room chuckling.

-Blood-

Orion glanced down at the letter clutched tightly in his good hand. He was seated on his bed, Night sprawled out next to him purring and offering a bit of silent comfort. He had just been at dinner when a school owl had dropped a letter down on his beef wellington and had taken off, clearly not waiting for a reply. Once he had removed the letter from his food and cast a quick drying charm on it, he had been shocked to see that it was from Hermione (he would recognize her neat handwriting anywhere).

He hadn't opened it yet, not sure if he wanted to see what she had to say. He was shocked that she had chosen now to break her silence, although Hermione tended to mull things over before acting on them. He could only hope that she had chosen to see things from his perspective rather then being blinded by thoughts of those around her. Once he opened the letter thought, if she had chosen to condemn him, then all hope was gone and he had lost another friend.

"Just open it," a voice sounded from near his shoulder, causing the small teen to whirl around only to see Draco standing beside his bed, peering down at the slightly crumpled envelope.

"Why should I?" Orion asked in a small voice. He wasn't sure he even wanted to read what Hermione had to say; even if she wanted to be friends again, did he want to be friends with her?

"Because you'll regret it if you don't. It will eat at you and distract you because you'll always be wondering 'what if' so just get it over with. Her words can't hurt you, not any more then Weasleys or the papers. You have friends and family that support you; what does one persons' opinion mean against all that?" Draco said sagely as he sat down next to his younger brother.

"Besides, as much as I can't stand Granger, maybe she's finally come to her senses and seen the error of her ways."

"So what if she has?" Orion asked petulantly. "Took her long enough to notice and she certainly didn't seem to care when she was bashing me behind my back with Ron and Ginny."

"True," Draco agreed, "but you don't have to forgive her. It just means that she's no longer thinking with her head shoved up Dumbledore's arse. It's just another ally for you Orion, another person who may support you down the line should you need it. I'm not saying she has come to her senses, we won't know till you open the letter, but if she has it just means, if nothing else, that Dumbledore has lost a powerful witch and support, as much as I loath to call her powerful," Draco said with a smile. "You don't have to be friends with her, hell you don't even have to talk to her, but you should still read the letter." With that the blond dropped a soft kiss to Orion's tousled hair and left the room, letting his brother read in peace.

Sighing, Orion regarded the letter once again. Draco was right; he needed to know. He already couldn't stand not knowing and he'd only had the letter for half an hour.

"Draco's right," he muttered to his cat, ripping open the top of the envelope and pulling out the parchment within.

-Blood-

Draco sat down next to Blaise, a small sigh escaping him as he regarded the chess game between the Italian and Theo Nott.

"Something bothering you?" Blaise asked, eyes never leaving the board.

"Granger wrote Orion," he muttered to his best friend.

"What did the mudblood have to say?" Theo asked snidely-there was little love for Granger in Slytherin.

"Dunno, he was just getting up the courage to open the damn thing when I left," Draco responded. "He's worried that she's either finally letting him have it or that she's going to get all sappy and beg his forgiveness."

"Why is he worried about that?" Blaise asked. "I mean if she asked for his forgiveness it means she's not seeing things as just black and white anymore."

"I know that, but it's Orion; he's not ready to forgive her yet so he doesn't know how to react if she does ask for forgiveness. Plus if she's actually letting him have it, then he's lost his last real, solid link to his life as Harry Potter," Draco explained. "It's sort of a catch-22."

"Ah, so damned if you do, damned if you don't type thing," Blaise stated. "Poor kid, like he doesn't have enough on his plate with this."

"Mhm. Personally I think she's come to her senses and seen the light so to speak. She'll apologize and ask him to forgive her, probably expects to be welcomed back into the fold and that they'll be best friends again," Draco muttered. "He won't do that though; at this point I think he'd forgive her, but not go so far as to befriend her. He misses them-her and Weasley- but he also doesn't like what Weasley has become." Blaise and Theo both nodded.

"He's a smart kid, he'll figure it out," Theo said, putting Blaise's player in 'check' and laughing as the Italian hurried to counter it.

"That he is," Draco murmured, "that he is."

-Blood-

Orion closed Hermione's letter, tears sliding down pale cheeks. She had apologized, told him how wrong she had been and asked him to think about forgiving her. He doubted he could forgive her right now; the emotional wounds of her, Ron and the rest of the Weasleys (barring the twins) actions were still too fresh on his psyche.

But one day, one day far from now perhaps they could be friends again. He would never consider her family, nor a close friend; not after everything, not when she should have trusted him, but maybe there could be a slight reconciliation down the line. Besides, like Draco said, Dumbledore had lost a powerful ally in Hermione and at the very least she will remain neutral in the coming war.

"Guess now we know," he mumbled to Night as he dragged the cat into his lap. The once small kitten had flourished at Hogwarts and was now a respectable size, if still smaller then most cats. He was just perfect if you asked Orion, if a bit lazy, but he was a Malfoy after all, even if he was just a cat.

Rubbing behind Night's ears, he leaned against the wall and mulled everything over. It had been a long couple of days and Hermione's letter had just been icing on the proverbial cake, though he was glad, in a sense, that she had spoken to him (even if it was via a letter). Now he knew where she stood and he could respect that. He'd make sure to tell Draco and the others, that way they'd leave her alone as they'd taken to being rather nasty to her, Ron and Ginny as of late.

"So?" Draco asked as he walked back into the room, frowning instantly when he saw the tear tracts on his brother's face.

"She apologized," Orion said. "It was hard to read but I think, maybe one day, we'll be friends again."

"Good," Draco said decidedly, sitting down next to Orion and pulling him against him. "At least she's come to her senses."

"Mhm," Orion mumbled tiredly, snuggling against his much warmer older brother. He should have probably done some homework but it had been an emotionally draining day and he wanted to go to bed and just sleep until everything was better. Draco chuckled and rubbed his shoulder affectionately.

"Get some sleep. We have classes in the morning and though it's not really late, you have had a long day, especially with both Transfiguration and Charms this morning."

Orion nodded and shrugged out from under his brother's arm in order to get his sleep clothes and get ready for bed.

"G'd night Dray," he called from the bathroom as he heard his brother leave, probably back to the Common Room to bother the others.

"Night" Was the soft reply before the door shut and Orion was alone in their shared quarters-well the cat was there but he wasn't the best conversationalist.

A/N: And there you have it, Bella, Hermione and Neville all in one go, plus the date! Hope you guys liked it! Also, follow me on twitter for update information and other random things BloodyRed_Queen or add me as a friend on Facebook for more indepth discussions and questions as well as random chatting. Just search BloodyRed Queen or the link is on my profile.