A/N: Hey I'm back. As always, standard disclaimer: All characters and setting belong to J.K. Rowling, except for my original characters Clara Bradley, Renee Sanderson, Tomasz Ruddernot, Gill Bellis, Sandra Ballias, Nolan Avery, Morgana Fletcher, Ariana Gordon, Kaylee Parkinson, Franklin Morrison (mentioned), and Rachel Samson (mentioned). Nico di Angelo, Hazel Levesque, Annabeth Chase (mentioned) and Percy Jackson (mentioned) belong to Rick Riordan. I am making no profit from this story.


Renee POV

"So who's this 'theft of death' guy, anyway?"

Nico had been strangely quiet since the World Cup. For days, he had been reading in the Weasleys' small home library. When he had found out all he could, he came to us.

"Who?" Clara asked.

"Voldemort. That's the literal translation of Voldemort."

"In French," I muttered. "Of course." I looked at the younger boy. "How did you know that?" I thought about what I had just said. "How did I know that?"

"Well, that's one of my many talents," Nico said, almost smiling. "I know the word for 'death' in every language known to man. So 'mort' is French. I just had to figure it out from there."

He looked at each of us in turn. "Why didn't you tell me?" he said quietly.

Clara looked at me uncomfortably. "We wanted you to get acclamated in this world a little bit better before we dropped this on you, Nico. You already face enough as a child of the Big Three in the upcoming war."

"Obviously we weren't expecting something like this to happen," I added quickly. "I'm really sorry, Nico. We should have said something earlier."

Nico blinked at us, surprised. "You actually wanted to do that? I mean, you cared about my feelings enough not to spoil my enjoyment of this new world?"

"Of course we care about your feelings," I insisted.

"Are you charmspeaking me?" Nico demanded, looking hurt.

"Nico, no," I promised. "And if I am, it's only because you need to hear it. We care about you, Nico."

The younger boy hung his head. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"Don't apologize, Nico." I sighed and patted the spot next to me on the couch in Ginny's room. "Look, I know it's hard for you to understand after losing Bianca, but there are a lot of people out there who care about you. Me and Clara, for a start. And Percy and Annabeth… and Draco. I've never seen him react around anyone the way he treats you. I've never seen him take care of anyone the way he does for you."

Tears formed in my eyes, and I turned away from Nico. I thought about what Clara and I had talked about at the Quidditch World Cup. She's always seen me in a better light than I ever saw myself as, and at the beginning of our relationship, far more than I deserved. I guess I paid that forward to Draco, and now he was taking that kindness even further with Nico. It made me immensely happy. And of course, Nico was happy, for the first time in at least six months.

"I had flashbacks," Nico said suddenly. "Of my old life, before the Lotus, when I saw the Dark Mark. That's never happened before. I've never been able to remember anything."

"Flashbacks?" Clara said sharply. "Are you okay?"

"Did you remember anything that would help you with your past?" I asked kindly.

"There was… there was a war. In Europe. And there was a guy named Adolf Hitler, who had all these followers… and in Italy, where I grew up, there was another guy, Benito Mussolini… Voldemort reminds me of those guys. The way he has followers and a special symbol. You know?"

Clara and I tried not to look at each other. I don't think either of us had fully realized Nico had lived through World War II.

"It's okay," I told Nico. "I understand that comparison. They're all, well, really bad men. And they did have followers and dictatorial power. And, well, they're all dead."

Nico stared at us. "I don't actually think Voldemort is," he claimed. "And I know you two don't, either."

"You're right," I said. "But he's dormant right now. We don't have to worry about him, okay Nico?"

"I read that Voldemort and his followers sent their Dark Mark into the air whenever they killed," Nico said, as if just remembering. "Just picture coming home and finding it over your house, and knowing what you would find inside." He choked back a sob.

"Why am I a wizard when Bianca wasn't a witch?" he asked suddenly. "I wish we had known about this world… about, well… you know."

He looked each of us in the eye. Guilt ate at me. There was still so much we hadn't told him.

Hopefully we could get a private train compartment with Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and maybe Neville on the ride to Hogwarts. There was so much I needed to talk to everyone about.

Clara looked as if something was bothering her. "You read all that?" she asked quietly. "I thought your dyslexia was worse than that of most demigods."

Nico gave us a small smile. "Well, I, uh…" he fiddled with something in his back pocket. I glanced down and realized it was the black wand from Ollivander's. "I tried that spell that your friend, the professor… the one she used. Graeca Transferendum."

I raised my eyebrows. "That's a pretty complicated spell, Nico. Is the wand working well for you?"

Nico shrugged. "I tried some basic stuff. It's not bad. The wand's made of ebony, which is a very black wood, so it's kind of fitting for me."

Mrs. Weasley called upstairs to remind us to pack, and we realized we should probably break up the demigod party.

"Let me know if you need any last minute things," I reminded Nico as he walked out of the room, the shadows dancing behind him.


As soon as I stepped onto the platform the next morning, a dark shape came flying at me, and without any warning, my boyfriend was kissing me.

"Gill," Sandra admonished from somewhere behind me, "please do that in private." She glanced over her shoulder where a black woman, a blonde woman, and a curly-haired, mustachioed man were chatting. I figured those were my Slytherin friends' parents.

Clara and Nico shook their heads and muttered something about going to find a compartment. I pulled away from Gill before Molly and Bill and Charlie showed up.

Only those three had been able to accompany us to the train today. This morning, we had come downstairs to find Amos Diggory's head in the fire, calling Mr. Weasley away because of an urgent issue with a "Mad-Eye Moody." Apparently, this guy was a famous retired dark wizard catcher who was easily spooked, and Mr. Weasley and Mr. Diggory hoped to get him off on some minor charges for something that had happened last night. Percy, of course, was immersed in his Ministry job. Not that we missed him much.

Gill stepped back, and then glanced around, as if he were looking for someone. Then, he stared at me. "You better have a good reason as to why you missed Tomasz's party last week," he said in a low voice.

Sandra and Tomasz exchanged a glance, and started to back away.

"Gill," I said icily. "Can we please talk about this later?"

Sandra nodded. "At least let her get settled in."

"Can we talk on the train?" Gill asked, not meeting my eyes.

"I…" I sighed. "I need to talk with Harry and the others about some things."

"You've been with them all summer!" Gill protested.

"Just this past week," I argued. "And we need to talk about some things that we only want Clara, Ron, and Hermione to know about right now. It has to do with the World Cup."

Gill raised his eyebrows. "Oh, so it's Harry," he said quietly.

"What? I mean, yeah, he's my friend. I need to talk to him about stuff."

I couldn't read Gill's expression. "Go talk with your friends," he said flatly.

"I promise we'll talk tonight, after the feast."

"Just go."

I walked away, not really sure what had just happened.

On the train, I walked past a group of Gryffindors including Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Lavender Brown, Rachel Samson, and Nolan Avery. As I walked past, Nolan stood up.

"Hey, Renee," he called after me.

"What's up?" I didn't talk to Nolan much, but he was Tomasz's cousin, and a nice enough kid. He was in my year, too.

"Have you talked to Gill yet?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Well… he kind of… he thinks that… never mind."

"Nolan," I pleaded. "What's going on?"

Nolan took a deep breath. "Hethinksyou'restringinghimalong," he confessed in a single breath.

"What?"

"Gill… he thinks you're cheating on him with Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy and God knows who else. He thinks you're stringing him along."

"What?"

"We all stayed over at the Ruddernots' the night after the match," Nolan said, looking around. "Me, Tomasz, Franklin, and Gill. Gill confessed this to all of us guys, and I'll have you know, we think he's being stupid. Sandra too. We know you see Harry as a brother, and you don't even like Draco, you're just trying to deal with him for Quidditch. He told us about Diagon Alley as well. If you ask me, Clara's probably the one who's into Draco. I know you can't stand him."

I tried to keep a straight face as he said that last sentence. I knew Clara and I would be laughing about this later. Clara? Into Draco? Yeah, well, he's her brother, so that's a solid no.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked Nolan.

"We all know you love Gill," Nolan insisted. "Be sure to show him that. We can go to Hogsmeade this year. Make some of those experiences dates. Explore the castle with him. Let him buy you ice cream."

I felt guilty at those last words. Was there any way he could have seen us at Florean Fortescue's the other day?

"If I may ask," Nolan said, "what were you doing on the night of my cousin's party? We missed you and Clara."

"We were…" I needed to think quickly. "Draco wanted to sneak out and find Krum or Lynch to get some Seeker tips. Since I've played Seeker before, he wanted me to come as well. Clara wouldn't let me go alone with him. So we were wandering the campsite in search of the Quidditch players' tents. And I couldn't tell Harry that, because we play Seeker against him."

I hoped I'd be able to find Draco and tell him this was the lie I ended up telling my Slytherin friends. I'm sure he would help.

"Why did you agree?"

"He offered to let me play Seeker more, since I won against Gryffindor as Seeker." I winked at Nolan as he grimaced, realizing I was talking about beating his team. "But only if I helped him talk to the Quidditch players. He knows I can be very persuasive."

"So you did the Slytherin thing and abandoned your friends for a bit of power," Nolan said. "Typical."

"What would you have done?"

Nolan laughed. "Probably the same, Renee Sanderson. Probably the same."

As I walked away to find Clara, Nico, and the others, I smiled to myself. I wanted to get to know Nolan better. He was actually very nice, and it was obvious my Slytherin friends had elected him as a third party to try to break the (imagined) tensions between Gill and me.

I was sure Draco would buy the lie. It sounded exactly like the kind of thing he might have done under different circumstances.


I wanted so badly to rant to my friends about the issues with Gill, but Ron had more pressing matters to discuss.

"Okay," he said as I settled in with him, Hermione, Harry, Clara, and Nico. "He's your brother, that I get. But why in the world would you have gone with him willingly at the World Cup?"

Nico glared at him and Harry. "He saved our lives," the younger boy muttered. "The harpy girls and their friend were going to kill us in the fireplace."

"What?" Hermione gasped. "What are you talking about? Harpy girls? And the fireplace… do you mean Floo powder?"

I sighed, but before I could say anything, there was a commotion in the corridor outside.

"Give it back!" a younger girl yelled.

"Oh, but it'll work so much better on me," a silky voice said.

"Besides, she's injured," another girl said. "She could use it more!"

Hermione and I drew our wands at the same time, and Clara summoned a sunbeam. If I wasn't mistaken, there were at least two, maybe three, third year girls in the corridor that none of us wanted to deal with.

The younger girl shrieked, and Hermione wrenched the door open. "Accio!"

A golden chain flew out of Ariana's hand and into Hermione's. Clara threw a sunbeam at Kaylee, and I was about to take Morgana when I truly noticed her for the first time.

Suddenly, everything added up. She hadn't been seen since the Battle of the Workshop, where Nico had slashed at her wings. Even Draco said he heard her, but never saw her, at Parkinson Mansions. And now both her arms were wrapped up tightly in cloth that almost looked like solid gold. It looked like it took effort to move.

Harry and Ron had scrambled out after us, but I didn't think it was any of us they wanted.

Hermione was now comforting the younger girl, but I had to warn someone. What was it Draco had said about the conversation he overheard? "That boy. His cast-iron sword."

Nico had truly hurt Morgana, I realized. We couldn't tell him, not right now.

Kaylee shoved Morgana behind her, acting as a shield for her injured friend. Frankly, she showed a lot more concern than I would have thought possible from her.

I couldn't even use my nonverbal charmspeak to get a message to the others, because the girls would probably notice.

Hermione walked the younger girl over to our compartment, but I couldn't let her open the door. Otherwise, the girls would see that we had Nico.

There was a flash of light as Clara threw a sunbeam at the door, seeming to have realized the same thing.

Morgana laughed icily. "We broke through your wards once, we can do it again, cow!"

"Hey!" I yelled. I no longer cared that the towering, white-haired girl was injured. I lost sight of protecting Nico. All I cared about in that moment was that she had just insulted and exposed Clara.

"Petrificus totalus!"

"You'll pay for that!" Kaylee yelled as the spell maneuvered around her and hit Morgana. "You'll bloody-"

She had her wand at my throat in a split second. She smiled cruelly. "I. Will. End. You," she said, pronouncing each word sharply.

Clara screamed and tried to fling a sunbeam at her, but she deflected it with her wand. It landed on Ron's chest, and Clara and Harry bent down next to him. Hermione was still comforting the younger girl.

"Avada-"

"Expelliarmus!" another voice yelled. "Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy!"

I looked up to see who had come to help us, and the bright blond hair shocked me. "Draco?"

"Rebirth, are you okay? Is Nico okay? And Clara?"

I stared up at the older Slytherin for a moment, and he extended his hand to me. I took it and pulled myself up.

"We're all fine," Clara said from somewhere behind me. From the sound of her voice, she was clearly as surprised by Draco's appearance as I was.

Ron groaned. "He's not, though," she said. "He got hit with one of my sunbeams, right in the chest. I don't know what to do!"


Clara POV

To say I was panicking would be the understatement of the century. Kaylee and Ariana had attacked a random girl, a first year from the look of it, out of the blue. And then there was Morgana, with her weird golden arms that kind of reminded me of Kronos. I remembered Nico had slashed at her wings during the Battle of the Workshop, but I hadn't realized he had truly cut her arms off.

Hermione helped the younger girl, and I tried to throw a sunbeam at Kaylee, but it ricocheted and hit Ron. Harry and I tried to help him, but there was a deep burn wound. When I next looked up, Kaylee had her wand at Renee's throat. She would have killed her, without a second thought.

She would have, but my brother showed up. I don't know why, or how he knew to come, and I'm shocked.

Draco asked if everyone was okay, and I pointed at Ron. Draco's expression hardened.

"Okay. We'll handle this together," he said in a stressed voice. "Is the mudblood - ah, Granger - is she with you?"

I wanted to slap Draco, but I knew now was not the time. "She's in the compartment with Nico and the girl those three were torturing."

Draco relaxed slightly. "Okay. She might know a spell to help him. You try, as well. Tap into your dad's powers or whatever you demigods do."

"I'm not a healer, Draco."

"Well, maybe you should be." He glanced rudely at Harry, and I got the message. This wouldn't be the last time someone was injured around us. He turned to Harry next. "Potter, you hide the bodies. Find a spare compartment, and take Nico with you. The stunning spell isn't easy to wake up from on their own, and it takes time, but I have no doubt they will be awake before we reach the school. We're only an hour in."

Harry glared at Draco. "Why are you trying to help us?"

Draco shook his head. "We can't risk spilling wizard blood, and as much as I can't stand the Weasel, his family comes from two strong pureblood lines, and those lines need to be kept alive. Also, Clara's my sister, and he's her friend. So I kind of feel like I should help. And then we can, you know, go back to being enemies."

He glanced over at Renee, and she gave him a small nod.

"What will you do?" I asked.

"Renee and I are going to go get help. Come on."

"What?" Renee demanded. "Why?"

Draco winked. "You're very persuasive."

I went back to the compartment to grab Hermione and Nico. The first year girl was still crying with Hermione, and somehow Hazel, the girl from Diagon Alley had slipped in while we were fighting. She was trying to comfort the other girl, too.

I quickly whispered what I needed Hermione and Nico to do. "Will you be okay here, Hazel?" I asked. "And…" I looked at the other girl, realizing we hadn't been properly introduced.

"Natalie," the girl said shyly. "Natalie McDonald."

"It's nice to meet you, Natalie," I said. "Look, Ron's in trouble, okay, and I kind of feel like it's my fault, so if we can just…"

My fault. Just like Bianca. I tried to look away from Nico, and he suddenly found a spot of carpet very interesting.

"We'll be fine," Hazel assured us, and then pulled out a deck of cards from her bag. "Natalie, do you know how to play Blackjack?"

We left the two girls, and my heart started racing. What if I had killed or seriously injured Ron? What if we couldn't heal him on time? What if…?

No. I wouldn't let myself go there. Hermione and I would work to heal him. It would be fine.

When I got back, Renee and Draco were already gone, and Ron was unconscious. Harry and Nico heaved up Morgana, Kaylee, and Ariana with the help of some of the shadows dancing around Nico.

I sat on the ground next to Hermione. A tear slid down her cheek as she held her wand over Ron.

"Vulnera Sanentur," I whispered, waving my wand, but I didn't even know what those words meant. That was the way Renee tried to heal Zoë Nightshade last year. The spell did nothing, though. Hermione looked distressed.

"I'm sorry," I said. "It's my fault."

Hermione's expression hardened. "It's that girl's! Clara, if she hadn't attacked Natalie, none of this would have happened. So don't ever claim it was your fault!"

Hermione tried a few spells, and then looked at me desperately. "Nothing's working, Clara. I don't know when Renee and Malfoy will be back, but I have to do something. Isn't there some healing song that all children of Apollo sing to your god to help the wounded?"

"I'm not a healer, Hermione, I already told Draco-"

"Well, maybe you should try," she insisted, looking at Ron. "Maybe, despite your sunbeams, you're just like your siblings in every other way."

"Fine," I muttered. I closed my eyes, trying to think of the song.

I started humming, and I sang softly. I wasn't exactly surprised that my voice was kind of off-key. I wasn't a singer, by nature. I was a hot-headed sunbeam thrower.

The burn wounds on Ron's chest grew paler. I gave an audible sigh of relief and tried again. This time, nothing happened.

"Dad!" I whispered loudly. "Dad, if you can hear me, please-"

The door to our area burst open, and Draco and Renee ran in, followed by an unfamiliar middle-aged man and an older woman I was pretty sure I'd seen before, but couldn't place.

"Did you manage to get anything?" Renee asked softly, sounding a little wounded herself.

"It cleared up a little."

"How?" Harry demanded.

Renee shook her head. "Later," I mouthed.

"I'm not a nurse or matron," the woman said. "But I know my fair share of spells. What happened?" She turned to us individually. "Was it a burn?"

Everyone glanced at me, and I groaned inwardly. I was never good at taking the lead in these situations; that was usually Renee's job. She and Draco stepped up on either side of me, and I took a deep breath. Renee squeezed my hand.

"I have a special brand of magic," I said, hoping to provide at least a partial truth. "I can summon the power of the sun."

"Did you intend to harm this boy or anyone else?" The witch asked cautiously, bending over Ron. The wizard pulled a quill and parchment from his bag and started writing down everything we were saying.

"They were attacked first," Draco insisted before I could say anything. "There were three third year girls who came in here and attacked them and a first year! If she used those powers on anyone, it was only because they harmed her and her friends first!"

I gave him a small smile. "I was trying to defend my friends," I agreed, looking at everyone around me. "Ariana Gordon stole something from a first year, Natalie McDonald. A chain of some sort, I think. We heard the commotion outside our compartment and the three of us went out to investigate, because we know the three girls who attacked, and we know them as bullies." I motioned to Renee and Hermione. "I used my sun powers because it was faster than scrambling for my wand."

The witch studied us. The wizard continued writing, an acid-green quill scribbling on its own alongside him.

"Gordon's friend, Kaylee Parkinson, tried to kill Renee Sanderson when the girls interfered," Draco said. "She put her wand to Renee's throat and said the first part of the killing curse. I happened to be passing by when she did, and I heard Parkinson…"

"He immediately disarmed her," Renee said firmly. "And then stunned Parkinson, Gordon, and their other friend Morgana Fletcher."

"So how did this young man get hurt?" the wizard asked, speaking for the first time.

"When Parkinson first held her wand to Renee, I tried to throw a sunbeam at her. She threatened to kill her because Renee put Fletcher in a full body bind after Fletcher insulted me."

"But," Harry added, and I gave him room near me, Clara, and Draco so that he could step up to speak, "the sunbeam ricocheted off Parkinson's wand and hit Ron in the chest."

The witch was still bending over Ron, both trying to help him and comfort a distraught Hermione at the same time. Nico blended into the shadows.

"Where is everyone else in question?" The man asked. "I'm filing an incident report, and I need to hear from everyone involved."

Draco and Harry glanced at each other, and I realized it was probably the first and only time they would ever look at each other without pure hatred. "Natalie McDonald, the first year, is in our compartment," Harry said, gesturing behind us. "And, er, the other girls, they, um…"

"I stunned them," Draco said quickly. "I gave Harry the girl's wand and told him and Nico to go and store the bodies in an empty compartment. They'll wake up, but none of us wanted to revive them just yet, considering they had nearly killed two of our friends."

"I can take you to them," Nico said.

The man nodded, and Nico walked away with him.

"Could a few of you check if there are any sixth or seventh year students training to be healers?" The witch asked. "I'll offer free snacks off the trolley for anyone who helps."

Ah, so that's who she was. The trolley witch.

I offered to go, and so did Renee and Harry. We set off in different directions. I made my way toward the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, feeling horrible. I was supposed to be a healer, and instead, I had used my powers to harm a friend.

"Hey," a boy who looked sort of familiar called. "Clara, right? Rebecca's friend?"

I looked more closely at the kid. "Have we met?"

"I'm Harris," the boy said. "Rebecca's brother. Do you need something?"

I nodded, relieved. "Ron Weasley is injured at the other end of the train," I said in a rush. "It's pretty bad, and the trolley witch sent me to find an older student who's training to be a healer. Do you know anyone?"

Harris smiled. "Actually, Monica Lewis and Davis Yates are both in training," Harris said.

Another boy who I sort of recognized poked his head out. "Clara, right?" he asked. "Someone in need of medical assistance?"

It took me a minute to recognize the kid as Davis Yates, one of the Hufflepuff Prefects.

"Yes." I quickly explained the situation. Davis and the girl sitting next to him jumped up.

"Lead the way," the girl said.

I almost sunbeamed back to the compartment, but then I remembered I barely knew the two people with me. Instead, I ran as fast as I could. Monica and Davis kept pace easily, and we reached the corridor in no time.

Harry came in a few moments later with a dark-skinned girl, and Renee burst through the doors with Stacy Ballias.

"I'm not training to be a healer," Stacy explained," but I might be able to help.

I nodded.

Monica took command of the situation. "Okay, do any of you have a cloth? I'll do a water spell, and I need someone else to do a freeze spell…" she kept talking, but I was already ducking back inside the compartment for a cloth. I grabbed for the nearest suitcase, thinking it was mine or Renee's. I reached for the first thing I saw and pulled out a hideous, lacy, maroon dressing gown. With my wand I carefully cut one of the sleeves off.

"Everything okay?" Hazel asked.

"Yeah. We need to cure Ron's burn, though." I glanced at her and Natalie. "You okay?" I said to the latter.

"Yeah," she said in a small voice. "I hope you don't mind I brought my trunk in here. I didn't really like where I was sitting, but I like you."

"Yeah," I said. "That's fine."

"I grabbed mine as well," Hazel said.

Well. So much for talking privately about demigod stuff. I smiled anyway.

When I came back to the corridor, Ron was blinking awake. I tossed the bit of cloth to Monica and she and Stacy performed a few complicated spells on it.

"Where'd you get that?" Harry asked, looking amused.

"I tore it off a sleeve from the nearest trunk. Why?"

Harry chuckled. "No reason."

"I'll reattach it later."

Harry just smiled. I raised my eyebrows but he shook his head.

"Ron," Hermione asked after a few minutes of the older students switching off the cloth and the spells. "Can you hear me?"

Ron grunted. His eyes were still fluttering.

The trolley witch sized up the older students. "Yates, Lewis, Johnson, and Ballias, can you help me carry him? I think we should monitor him in the front compartment, up with me, Norwich, and the conductor. And if a couple of you could stay on hand…"

The black girl, who I assumed was Johnson, offered to stay and help. So did Stacy. Hermione jumped up as Ron was leaving.

"Do you mind if I go as well? To help him?"

The trolley witch helped guide the four older students on where to take Ron. The wizard, who I assumed was Norwich, turned to us.

"Do any of you have a fast owl?" he asked. "I need to send a copy of this incident report to the school, and the sooner it gets there, the better.

"My owl's pretty fast," Draco piped up. I jumped. I'd sort of forgotten he was there.

Renee narrowed her eyes. "The school knows your owl, though. You don't think that would look suspicious?"

Draco grumbled, but Renee had a point. "We can use mine," I said. "She's a little small, but she'll do."

Renee glanced over at me. "Can you also send a copy of the report to Professor Sprout at Hogwarts?" she asked. "She's kind of our caretaker while we're at the school. It's a complicated arrangement."

Norwich agreed, and I went back into the compartment again to grab Dusk. He thanked me and walked in the same way as the trolley witch with the owl cage.

Before I walked away, I realized something: I couldn't just keep calling the woman the trolley witch. "What's her name?" I called after Norwich. "The trolley witch."

He smiled thoughtfully. "You know, I don't think any student has ever asked her that, or asked me. It's Mildred. Mildred Ellen Jones."

"Thank you so much, Norwich," I said sincerely.


A/N: Sorry it's been so long! I had writers block with this for a long time, but now I can finally get fully into GoF. So excited!

~Celia