Title: Angelus Fortuna

Author: Crimson Rosary

Summary: After watching the near-death experience of his godfather, Harry finally decides that Dumbledore doesn't really have the power he claims to have. In order to protect himself, his family and his friends, Harry chooses to side with Voldemort. But what does the Dark Lord have to say to that?

Pairing: LVHP

Rating: M

Author's Note: This is my first ever LVHP story! Please don't hate! Enjoy! If you don't like Male x Male, please press the back button or the red box on the corner. Manipulative!Dumbledore, Ron/Hermione/Ginny/Certain Weasley Bashing! Alive!Sirius, Good!Voldemort, Characters will be a bit OOC.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Harry Potter; all those belong to J.K. Rowling.

'Thoughts'

{Parseltongue}

[Telepathy]

Chapter 6

~ The First Step of Many ~

As it was the day of the Ministry party, Harry had been sent to his room to be dressed in his very best in order to impress the Minister of Magic.

"W-What do you think?" He asked, looking up at Lucius.

The Malfoy lord walked a full circle around Harry before nodding his head in approval. "Good choice." And indeed, it was. Harry was wearing black Acromantula silk dress robes over a white shirt completed with a dark viridian green bowtie, black slacks and black dragonhide boots.

"It's almost time for the party. Do you have your plus one?"

"Who's yours?" Harry retorted before bowing his head at his audacity. "I'm sorry."

"It's all right Harry. If you must know, my plus one is always Narcissa. However, I am not in love with her. Our marriage was arranged and we were more friends than anything."

"I…." Harry blushed. "I wasn't exactly asking for your reasoning."

"Yes, if you must know. Divorce is highly frowned upon in the Wizarding World. But if it were up to me, we surely would have divorced after Draco is grown up."

"He's sixteen."

"Yes. I suppose he is."

"So… what you're telling me is your relationship with Lady Malfoy is just strictly platonic."

Lucius smirked. "Big words for a Gryffindor."

Harry scowled. "So who exactly are you in love with?"

"If I even give out one adjective to describe him, you'd immediately know."

"Try me."

"Snarky."

"Oh Merlin." Harry covered his faces with his hands. "Snape? Really?"

"Quite, Potter. And Lucius, I don't enjoy having our relationship flaunted." The potions master scowled from Harry's bedroom door.

"S-So... you both…" Harry gestured with his hands. Lucius and Severus looked at each other with an amused expression and raised eyebrows.

"Yes Potter. We fuck." Severus said deadpanned.

"Like rabbits. In heat." Lucius supplied. They watched in amusement when the Gryffindor's face lit up like Christmas lights.

"D-Does it hurt…?"

"Interested?" Lucius drawled. The Malfoy lord and potions master found it hilarious that a sixteen-year-old boy would act so embarrassed just talking about such an intimate act.

"Maybe." Harry's answer shocked them.

"Oh? The Golden Boy loves men and not women?"

"Well, when you've have a failed date and sloppy kiss with a girl, attraction towards the fairer sex would turn you off." Harry pursed his lips.

"All right boys. Enough talk about sex." Narcissa said from the doorway. "It's time to go. It's nearly six."

"Is Tom downstairs?" Harry asked, his hands already roaming up and down his attire trying to smooth away nonexistent wrinkles.

"Yes. He's become quite impatient."

With that, the four of them went downstairs. Severus, of course, had his own invitation – what with being one of the only five potions master in Wizarding Britain; it helped that he was also the youngest wizard to ever become a potions master.

….

"Lucius! There you are!" Cornelius Fudge cried out with a smile. The Minister of Magic had been searching for his most trusted advisor amongst his large crowd of guests.

"Minister." Lucius greeted.

"Oh Lady Malfoy. Looking elegant as usual."

"Minister," Narcissa smiled, "You flatter me so."

"Oh, who are your friends?"

"Minister, this is Lord Harry Potter-Black-Hathaway-Gryffindor-LeFey-Merlin-Peverell."

"Ah Mister Potter, how nice to see you again under these circumstances."

"Yes…" Harry's voice was a tad cool, and Cornelius still felt it. "Under these circumstances."

"You must forgive me, had I know about You-Know-Who –"

"It is all in the past now. Mind you, I didn't believe it myself back in fourth year. You understand how it is that a fourteen-year-old would have to deal with seeing a classmate die in front of his very eyes. Dumbledore assured me that it was not my fault. It was strictly Voldemort's plan in order to resurrect himself."

"Are you saying that Dumbledore persuaded you, for an entire year, that You-Know-Who had returned?"

"Yes. I was so enraptured by his beliefs and opinions that I didn't realize what I would be causing in the Wizarding World."

"But then the incident in the Ministry –"

"Would have been prevented had Dumbledore arrived at the scene earlier instead of sending six children to the Ministry."

"So you mean that Dumbledore authorized children to –"

"I never said anything Minister," Harry smiled, "I had no intention of sending the Wizarding World into a state of distress. I fully believed that Dumbledore had a handle on things at school, but to allow for Undersecretary Umbridge to harm the students of Hogwarts with a blood quill…"

"Y-Yes… I see…" Fudge said, using his handkerchief to pat his forehead dry. He was slowly connecting the dots that Lord Potter-Black was leaving about Dumbledore's influence towards him and the many students in Hogwarts. It didn't help that Cornelius himself had sent Dolores to unintentionally further Dumbledore's agenda. It would seem that by allowing the Ministry to take control of Hogwarts, Dumbledore had made the public see that the blame was entirely on the Minister rather than on the old wizard himself. It was a definite win-win situation for the Headmaster. When Fudge would ignore his warnings, Dumbledore knew he would take control of the situation. And when it turned out that You-Know-Who was indeed alive, the Ministry would fall and revere Dumbledore even higher in their eyes.

It was then that after Fudge had realized Dumbledore's plot did he recognized that he had ignored Harry's plus one.

"Oh! I apologize, and you are?"

"This is my guest."

"Nice to meet you Minister. My name is Vladmoor Elm Trido, also known as Lord Vladmoor Salazar Slytherin."

"Lord Slytherin?"

"Yes. I came after I found that I had, in fact, been related through blood."

"Do you mind if I ask how?"

"Not at all. I am apparently related in another branch of the Slytherin bloodline. It was after my father's death that the lordship had fallen to me. I was given up at birth for having a weak magical core, but as I grew older, my magical core got stronger and more powerful. I was invited to Durmstrang to continue my magical education. I graduated with all O's in my exams; O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s as they are called here in Britain. Afterwards I was promptly scouted to become a part of the Bulgarian Ministry. I worked my way up the ladder and am now acting as the diplomat between Bulgaria and Britain. Our Minister, Oblansk, hopes to have a better relation compared to several years ago."

"I am curious. How old are you Lord Slytherin?"

"I was born in 1970, so currently 26 years old."

"26 years old and already an affluent presence in Bulgaria's Ministry." Cornelius Fudge was impressed. "You do know about the association that Britain has concerning the Slytherin name?"

Tom smiled. "Yes, I have heard of it during my work in Bulgaria, and through several associates in Britain such as Lucius himself. But rest assured, I do not intend to be associated with You-Know-Who. You have my full support, Minister."

"Much obliged Lord Slytherin. I hope there will be better relations between the Bulgarian and British Ministry?"

"Of course Minister. There is nothing else I would love to accomplish."

"If you'll excuse me, I have to greet my other guests." With that, Cornelius walked off with his wife in tow.

"I didn't know you did all that." Harry hissed at Tom.

"You don't know what I did in the year after my resurrection." Tom returned, with a charming smile on his face. The ladies in the room sighed, already enamored with the Dark Lord's charming good looks and sexy smile.

"You're my guest, don't go hitting on other women." Harry pouted.

"Jealous?"

"Very." Harry admitted, walking over to the buffet.

"My Lord. This is the time where you follow after your partner."

"He is not my partner." Tom interrupted, but he still trailed after Harry's retreating form.

Lucius, Severus and Narcissa looked on with amused expressions. The trio had, of course, seen the attraction between the two wizards.

…..

"Harry."

"What?"

"You don't think that I was hitting on anyone did you?"

"No, but I –"

"Excuse me," a voice interrupted them.

Harry and Tom turned to see an auburn-haired lady in her early twenties wearing midnight blue sheer flower detailed evening gown. Her make up was a shadowy black and her lips were a dark purple.

"Yes?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to dance." She said, her lips coming up into a sultry smile. Her attention was fully on Tom, and Harry knew it. After all, all the females in the ballroom had somewhat gravitated towards Tom.

Tom had a glamour on. Standing at a height of 6'3, he was wearing expensive black dress robes with crimson red stitching that showed his broad shoulders, rectangular shaped body and well defined muscles when he removed his outer robes. Completing his ensemble was a pair of black trousers and a pair of dragonhide boots, but it wasn't just his attire that drew in the ladies' attention. The glamour over his serpentine appearance was what caught their attention. He had messy brown hair that appeared as if he had just come from shagging someone. He had dark brown eyes tinted red, an oval shaped face with medium-thick straight eyebrows with curved ends, slim and straight nose, square jawline with a sharp chin and average lips. Even his voice was a husky, deep baritone. He was handsome – a different sort of handsome than Lucius but still on par with the Slytherin, the other handsome wizard in the room, but everyone already knew that Narcissa already took Lucius. Tom definitely looked like what he was supposed to look like at 26 if he hadn't been turned into a pale skinned bald headed Dark Lord from fourth year.

"I'm sorry, but I'm here with someone else." Tom declined her invitation.

"Oh? And where is your guest?" The witch asked. "I haven't seen you walk in with anyone besides the Malfoys, a child and Severus Snape."

Harry scoffed. The witch was persistent; he'd give her that. But to call him a child; she was just asking for a beating.

Tom narrowed his eyes. "Lord Potter-Black has cordially invited me to be his guest to the party. I don't believe that I should be leaving him considering it would be rude of me to do so."

His thinly veiled warning did not accomplish what it was intended for. "I'm sure Lord Potter-Black would allow me a few moments of your time?" Her hazel eyes finally located Harry adjacently behind Tom. "It's… adult business. I'm sure you understand."

Harry glared murderously at her before smiling coolly. "Of course. Please, enjoy yourselves." He walked off with a Champaign flute in his hands, heading directly to Severus Snape.

Tom scowled behind his back before turning to see the witch drape herself over his arm. "See. He is very understanding that what we have to talk about is more important than keeping you to himself."

Tom removed her presence from his side. "Do not underestimate me, witch. I can destroy your reputation far quicker than Lord Potter-Black can."

She looked insulted. "Do you not know who I am?"

"I have no need to nor do I wish to know who you are." Tom retorted before heading off to find Harry.

Some women tittered behind their hands at the witch's blatant dismissal before the aforementioned witch flushed with embarrassment and excused herself to the lavatories.

…..

"Harry."

"What? She didn't give you a good time?" Harry sipped his drink and placed his Champaign flute onto a passing server's tray before moving away.

"I didn't go with her." Tom said, stopping Harry in his tracks with a hand on his arm.

"I suppose she did you right there under the disillusionment charm. Or was it the notice-me-not. Then again I wouldn't be surprised. She looked desperate enough to be taken right there at that moment."

"Harry." Tom's voice stopped the Gryffindor's ramblings. "Come with me."

The Dark Lord led Harry into a shadowy corner before throwing up a silence charm and a privacy ward around them.

"I have no interest in her."

"And I care about that why?"

Tom groaned. How can he be so oblivious?! Oh right. Gryffindor.

"I have an interest in someone else."

"Thanks for telling me that." Harry said snidely. He made to remove Tom's hand from his arm, feeling rather depressed at the Dark Lord's revelation of having feelings for someone other than himself.

Tom pinched the bridge of his nose as his head faced heavenward.

"I'm so sorry that coming here with me is so bothersome." Harry spat, reading the Dark Lord's exasperation incorrectly.

Quite finished with Harry's attitude, Tom dragged Harry close to him by the waist and placed his lips upon the Gryffindor's. He felt Harry freeze in his arms before he melted against his body. His right arm was firmly wrapped around Harry's thin waist as his left hand gently cupped Harry's face. Harry's hands desperately clenched Tom's robes as if the Dark Lord would pull away and the Gryffindor would think what had just occurred was only just a figment of his imagination.

A few more moments of their lips molding against one another's and they pulled away. "Y-You are interested in me?" Harry asked breathlessly. His lidded gaze and flushed cheeks made Tom's cock threaten to awaken.

"Yes you silly Gryffindor. Do you understand now?"

"But what about the Slytherin line?"

"What about the Slytherin line?"

"You need to have an heir. I can't provide you that."

"Oh? Already thinking so far into the future?"

Harry blushed, hiding his face in Tom's chest. "… I'd like to." He admitted.

"Harry, did you know two males could have a child together?"

Harry's head quickly shot up and the Avada green eyes looked at him with surprise. "Really?"

"Yes really. In a relationship with two males, one of them is most definitely a submissive. But it is rare for males to become carriers; some say you must be magically powerful to become one, but there are other studies that show that carriers come from genes."

"Are you saying my father was a carrier?" Harry asked, his nose cutely scrunched up in thought.

"I did not say that, but I am saying that you most definitely are a carrier. After you arrived at Riddle Manor, Angela had done a diagnostic check on your injuries. The gene for you being a carrier had been revealed."

"Is that the only reason why you're interested in me? Because I can bear your heir?"

"It only plays a small role, but I am glad that I have chosen someone powerful to carry my child. I am also interested in you because we seem so alike –"

"Dumbledore said the same thing."

"Well, no doubt he did. After all, he unintentionally created Lord Voldemort – what with sending me back to the orphanage every summer. But also because he thought my ideas of having muggleborns separated from their world and isolating the muggle and magical world were advertently "dark". He wanted "harmony" amongst both worlds, but with the Statute of Secrecy, it is nearly impossible whenever muggleborns would return home to the muggle world with knowledge of our magical world."

"So you don't just like me because I have the potential to bear your heir?"

"If I wanted you for just that, I would have found a witch to bed. But that is not what I look for in my potential partner."

"So… what are we?"

"Well… I'd like to court you the traditional wizarding way."

"A couple of months then?"

"Several months to a year." Tom confirmed. "No touching of any kind, no affectionate gestures. Dates will always be supervised until the courting term ends."

"Well all right. But this better be worth it." Harry pouted. He didn't know if he could handle not touching Tom for awhile.

"It'll only be 6 months then." Tom smiled. "Do you, Harry James Potter-Black-Hathaway-Gryffindor-LeFey-Merlin-Peverell, accept my intentions to formally court you?"

"I accept." Harry smiled and the duo pulled away.

…..

Hedwig flew through the window and promptly dropped two letters before flying back out. One of the envelopes was labeled for both Sirius and Remus. The other envelope had Hermione's name scrawled across it.

Once Hermione opened hers, she felt a tug at her navel before she was whisked away. Sirius and Remus jumped to their feet, quickly scanning the area and realized that the envelope had been a portkey. They looked at their envelope grimly. Surely it had been Hedwig that had sent them the letters. Even their names on the front of the envelope were seen to be Harry's messy handwriting. Looking at each other, Remus grabbed a hold of Sirius' shoulder and when the animagus opened the envelope, the two wizards felt a tug on their navel and they were promptly whisked away from Grimmauld Place.

…..

Upon arriving at her destination, Hermione fell against the floor and grimaced. She looked around and saw that she was in a cell – dark, dank and dreary. A cold wind blew by and she realized that the cell smelled of urine and dried blood. Hermione consciously felt for her wand, which was hidden inside her knee-high boots, before she poked her head near the cell's door and found that she was in a dungeon. The witch's head snapped to the left when she heard a rat scurrying across her cell floor. Shivers shot up through her spine and the witch jumped up and ran towards the small cot in the corner. She bent down, taking care not to touch anything before her eyes roamed to the letter she grasped.

Slowly opening it, she read its contents.

Dear Hermione,

Fancy finding yourself in a cell, don't you? Well, it was the only way to get to you. Now, I would like to talk about your vow. I hope you don't mind that I've brought you here. Of course, my friends would like to take witness to this… arrangement.

Sincerely,

Lord Harry James Potter-Black

Once she finished reading the letter, she heard a loud clanking somewhere above her before a loud creak echoed through the dungeons.

…..

When Sirius and Remus landed, they found themselves in a dark room. It seemed to be a study, what with all the shelves filled with books, a large mahogany desk by the green-draped windows accompanied by three chairs in a half circle in front of it. The flooring was made of a soft tree bark brown carpet and the fireplace immediately lit up at their presence.

Sirius walked up to the door and jiggled the knob. "We're locked." He surmised.

"Where do you think we are?"

"Not sure. But since it was Hedwig who delivered the letters and it was Harry's handwriting, I'm sure we're somewhere close to our cub."

"What about Hermione?"

"What about her?"

"Did you forget she was also portkeyed? Possibly at the same destination as we are?"

Sirius grumbled, "I didn't forget."

"You did." Remus sighed before looking around again. "I guess we have to wait until someone gets us?"

"Quite right. If you would like to join us, I'm sure your godson wouldn't mind two extra guests for breakfast."

"Malfoy!" Sirius spat, his wand already drawn to the blonde's throat.

"Now now, Black. Don't you want to see your godson?"

"Sirius…" Remus whispered, slowly pulling Sirius' arm back down to his side. "Where is Harry?"

"Didn't you hear me? I thought being a werewolf meant that you had heightened senses – one of which includes hearing. Harry is taking his breakfast now. Come, if you wish to join us."

"Us?"

"Yes," Lucius smiled, pausing at the door to turn to look at them. "And… our hosts would not enjoy having your wand pointed at them either. They are not as lenient as I am."

The blonde wanted until the two wizards left the room before closing the door behind them. "Ah yes. I believe Ms. Granger will be joining us for breakfast as well."

"What have you done with her?!"

"Me?" Lucius had raised his eyebrow in a perfect arc. "Nothing at all. One of our guests has gone to receive her. I'm sure the three of you would like to know what's going on."

…...

Before they even reached the dining hall, Remus smelled his cub before he saw him.

"Harry!"

"Remus!"

"Harry!"

"Sirius!"

The trio hugged one another, thankful to see their cub/pup again. After the scare at the Dursleys awhile back, the two older wizards had been worried about where their godson had gone. And apparently, their godson had gone straight to the Dark side.

"You-Know-Who," Sirius growled, pushing Harry behind both Remus and himself. "Ah, and I see even Malfoy and Snivellus is here." Both Sirius and Remus had their wands drawn and had leveled it at the Dark Lord himself. "Why did you kidnap Harry?"

Lucius sighed, "Black, Black, Black. Of all the Gryffindor things you could learn, you learn how to be impatient and jump to conclusions." He looked at both Remus and Sirius, "For your information, your godson appeared at our Lord's doorstep a few weeks back. He was thoroughly wounded, bruised and gave us quite a scare. Though we may wish for his death, we do not wish any harm upon a magical child. Can your side say the same?"

Remus narrowed his eyes, "What a hypocrite you are Lucius. Do you remember second year?" The werewolf smiled when he saw Malfoy scowl. "And what about when I was a child. I see you've brought Greyback along with your group. I can't wait to dispose of him."

"Remus? Sirius?" Harry asked, trying to move out from behind them.

"Stay back pup. We're going to get you out of here."

"No! They didn't do anything to me!"

"Petrificus Totalus!"

At once, spells were flying and Voldemort's followers were down, leaving Lucius to point his wand at Sirius's neck and vise versa and Remus to point his wand at Voldemort, who sat casually in his seat as he sipped his tea. Severus had stood before the Dark Lord, his wand pointed at Sirius and Fenrir was, unwillingly, pointing his own wand at Remus. The only other Death Eater who had defended himself well was Rookwood, who was pointing his wand at the new individual whom had entered the dining room.

"Granger."

"Harry!" The brunette broke her gaze with the elder wizard but didn't remove her wand. "What are you doing here? Do you know how worried we were when Dumbledore found out you were missing from your relatives' place?"

She watched her friend scowl, "They're not my relatives! I'm not related to any of those bastards and I'm thankful for it! I apparated away from them through wandless magic. My magic took me to Tom's house and he helped heal me. I'm fine; perfectly fine. And if anything, have you forgotten whom has been stealing from me all these years?"

"B-But Harry…" Hermione faltered, her wand dipping at the motion.

"Wands away." The Gryffindor ordered, and slowly, everyone retracted their wands. Lucius and Rookwood went ahead to "Rennervate" the rest whom had fallen under the spells while Harry walked over to take a seat besides Tom. Severus took a seat besides Harry and Fenrir moved to sit at the seat on the other side of Lucius's. "Come sit. We have much to discuss."

Sirius, Remus and Hermione moved around the table with their eyes focused on the Dark Lord's supporters before sitting at the edge of the seats beside the potions master. Though Severus was a Death Eater, he was the one that the three believed to know more than the others at the table. Tom saw their gaze focused on them before he smirked, "I'm not going to kill you."

They jumped at his voice before narrowing their eyes at him, "Not now maybe. Depends on your response."

They stiffened in their seats, arms shifting, only just, to finger their wands in their hands.

"What's the meaning of this Harry?" Sirius asked. He didn't like how everyone was being so nonchalant about three of Dumbledore's supporters sitting in the home of the Dark Lord.

"When I arrived at the Dursleys, at the beginning of the summer, I saw the real Moody whispering to them. Whatever he said couldn't' have been good because their faces turned paste white before reverting to the putrid purple that Vernon always looked like whenever he was furious with my "freakish ways", Harry said with air-quotes, snarling at the mere name of his relatives. "Did you know," Harry laughed in such a self-depreciating way, "I'm not even related to the Dursleys in any way. The stupid blood wards Dumbledore told me about that would protect me because she was Petunia's sister is void. It's not even there. Even if it was, it didn't protect me from their abuse. And that summer, it was the worst. Once we got home, he slapped me a good couple of times before throwing me into Dudley's second bedroom. Then as days passed, the attacks got worst. And finally, by the end of the week, I was all bruised, bloody and on the verge of collapse."

He took in his godfathers' and Granger's expressions. "Did you know? He hurt me so badly that it took all of my magic to keep me conscious. My magic then apparated me to Tom's manor at his receiving room before I saw him rush in and I passed out. Severus and their Healer looked after me. I woke up a week later, but the bruises were gone. It was then that I refused to believe in Dumbledore anymore. He didn't believe me when the Dursleys attacked me and he refused to listen whenever I spoke of them. He continuously sends me back and I almost died that day."

Tom placed a hand on Harry's fist before sending him a reassuring look. Harry took a deep breath before looking at their guests.

"And as you found out a couple of days ago, he had been stealing from me ever since that night. The Dursleys, the Weasleys, Dumbledore himself for both his and the Order's vaults and even you." Harry said coolly, facing the Gryffindor witch.

Hermione sniffled, her breath hitching when she felt all eyes on her. She shrunk into herself, trying to hide in her seat, but she knew it wouldn't help.

"So I decided to help Tom. At least he didn't kill me. He didn't manipulate me or hurt me or harm me all this time while I was here. Unlike Dumbledore who's neglected me from day 1, Tom has been there for me. And I won't help someone who's already manipulated the entire Wizarding World."

"Harry, I'm really sorry. I didn't steal your money willingly. I swear Dumbledore said it was scholarship money. I will swear on my magic if you don't believe me."

"Then do so," Lucius said, placing his tea cup onto its coaster. "That's why Harry brought you here, didn't he?"

Hermione flushed red before pointing her wand at her heart, "I, Hermione Jean Granger, swear on my life and my magic that I did not ever, willinglY, steal money from Harry Potter. And on my magic, I swear that I will forever and always, be there for Harry whenever he needs my help. I refuse to follow Dumbledore and the light anymore. So I say it, so mote it be." She pointed her wand up at the ceiling and red sparks flew from its tip.

It was only then that Harry broke into a smile. "Thanks Hermione."

The witch returned his smile with a watery one. She looked straight into Harry's eyes, "Of course Harry! You were my first friend at Hogwarts. You even saved my life during first year. I was always on your side, no matter what other people say. I'm really sorry about Dumbledore; I should've known but I was too blinded by him."

Harry waved it off, "It's all right. I, too, believed Dumbledore to be the leader of the Light, but it turns out that he's been spewing lies about the Dark's ideals and whatnot. Did you know Dumbledore manipulated Tom's childhood too?"

A warning grip on his hand ended Harry's speech. Harry sent a sheepish smile towards his partner, "Sorry Tom."

Clearing his throat, Tom turned to look at the other two guests, "So Lord Black, Mister Lupin, where do you stand in these current events?"

Both of them narrowed their eyes at Tom, "With Harry, of course!"

And with that, they quickly swore on their life and their magic to help Harry and to bring down Dumbledore and his bullshit.

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the slow updates. This chapter is more of a filler, if anything. It is also the start of the Dark's plans for the Wizarding World. I'll be trying to update as soon as possible, once I've written a good couple of chapters ahead. Please bear with me as it'll be slow with my current injury. Nothing too bad, but everything is still in the works. Thank you! Please review (: