I've been pushing this back for a while now, but here it is!

Sorry I don't have much to say, but I'm too busy thinking of how to continue my stories.

"Talking"

Thinking

"Telepathy"

"Spells"

"Spirit talking"


Life at the Burrow was, in a word, chaotic. Or wild. Whichever you wanted but Harry had a preference for chaotic. It seemed to be a recurrent theme with the Weasleys. The house was always bursting with strange and unexpected things, like the ghoul in the attic that dropped pipes whenever it suited it or the dishes that, Harry would swear, were dancing every time no one was watching. Because if there was one thing the Burrow wasn't, it was quiet. There was always noise. And everybody seemed to be in constant activity. Which was a bit surprising for Harry, being quite used to Ron's laziness at school.

More surprising, though, was the fact that everyone there (yes, even Percy during the few moments he came out of his room) seemed to like him. Mrs Weasley always tried to have him eat one more serving at every meal ("You're too thin, dear. You need some meat on this bones. How else are you to play Quidditch otherwise?"). And Mr Weasley would sit near him and they would have long conversations about non magicals and their way of life ("Tell me, Harry, what is the use of a rubber duck?" "Umm... well, it's a... err... bath accessory?" "Fascinating. Does it have any particular purpose in the bath?" "Not really... it's just something to play with.")

Arthur found it impressive how Muggles managed to get by without magic. To which Harry had replied that science and technology was, you could say, their own brand of magic. Electronics and electricity in general was a big topic that they came back to several to several times. When Harry questioned if magic and technology could mix, Mr Weasley had shown him the enchanted car he was keeping in the shed ("So... what does it do?" "Oh, nothing really. Just, fly and turn invisible." "Oh. Is that a- wait, WHAT?!")

Fred and George spent much of their free time in their room, no doubt coming up with new prank items and testing them, judging by the muffled explosions Harry could hear. He still couldn't tell Fred from George but he wanted to do so himself, despite the fact that the Four could. Something to do with how their auras felt to the spirits.

But the most recluse of the family was, to his surprise, Percy. Harry rarely saw the sixth year Weasley outside of meal times but he could often see an owl coming in and out of his room. Who was he writing to, however, remained a mystery.

Ron, after witnessing his Wronski Feint, had taken out every single book he had on Quidditch strategies and maneuvers before proceeding to make Harry perform and give his opinion on them. Other than that, they had played a few games of chess and Harry was proud to say that he had finally managed to force the red head to a stand still one time. True, it had been with the help of thz Four, but it still satisfied him very much. Also, Harry wondered when his friend would start on his homework. He only hoped that, for Ron's sake, he'd do it before they would see Hermione.

As for Ginny... Harry's hopes of her behavior around him not lasting long had quickly disappeared. Every time they ended up in the same place, which usually was the living room, something happened. A bowl of porridge was knocked over, a fork or a knife was sent flying across the room, books would fall in heaps... anything, really. And each time without fault, her face would glow like the setting sun and you would believe she had suddenly become mute. Harry tried to ignore it, he really did, but he knew that if nobody did something about it, he would have to confront her at some point. And he REALLY hoped it wouldn't come to that.

As for his own free time, Harry spent it improving his wizarding education and training. While he could use the Quidditch pitch that was the paddock as a training field for dueling, finding a spot where he could practice Spirit Artes had been a challenge. In the end, he had settled for a clearing inside the forest not far from the Burrow. It wasn't the best, but it was enough for his purpose.

Sometimes, Mrs Weasley would task him and the other boys with some rather... interesting chores. Like degnoming the garden or getting rid of the magically mutated plants that threatened to cover or invade the house. That kind of things. With all this activity, finding a few moments of peace and quiet during the day would have been like trying to find the Holy Grail: impossible.

Thank Merlin for privacy charms. The fact that it muted Ron's snores at night was just the icing on the cake. Harry had a feeling it would be very useful to him in the coming years.

A sudden hoot startled him out of his thoughts and he turned to his left to find Hedwing giving him a bored look, as if to say "Give me something to do!".

"Sorry, girl." he chuckled. "I wish there was something I could do to get rid of your boredom beside flying or hunting." he said as he stroke her head and she rubbed it against his hand. Then, a thought occurred to him. One that he berated himself for not coming up with it sooner? "What do you say we try to fool that little thief? I'm sure Fred and George can help us with that."

A gleam seemed to enter his owl's eyes and she gave an eager bark before jumping and perching herself on his shoulder. Once stabilized, she puffed herself and pointed a wing at the door, making Harry laugh. "Onward then, my dear Hedwig." he said dramatically as he rose from his bed and headed for Fred and George's room. Just as he knocked on the door, an explosion from the room rocked the floor and he was greeted by one of the twins with his hair messed up and his face blackened.

"Err... perhaps I should come back another time?" Harry asked, a little unsure.

"Nonsense, Harrikins!" the red head grinned widely at him. "Come in, come in! Oh, and mind your step. There are a few prototypes around Wouldn't want anything to happen to you now, would we?" and with that, the twin went back into the room.

Harry exchanged a look with Hedwig before the owl did the equivalent of a shrug and he sighed. "I'm already starting to regret this..." he muttered as he went inside.

The room was obscured by smoke, but Harry noticed that it was clearing quickly. On the floor laid several things ranging from potion ingredients to what seemed like finished prank products, with what he assumed by their appearance to be failed prototypes in between.

"Sorry, Harry. But-" "As you can see, you-" "Caught us in the middle of-" "A rather delicate experience. Anyway-"

""What can we do for you?"" they chorused.

Harry blinked, looking between the two identical Weasleys, before shaking his head. He suddenly had a newfound respect for Mr and Mrs Weasley for dealing with those two thorough the years. "Right. Long story short, I need your help with something that involves pranking."

Fred and Georges' eyebrows rose and they looked at each other for a split second before focusing on Harry.

"We're listening. So-" "Do tell us more."


"...and that's the gist of it." Harry finished his tale.

The twins gazed at Hedwig with thoughtful looks.

"So you want us to come up-" "With something that could-" "Repel, trap or fool-" "A house elf."

Harry nodded. "Yes. Even though Madame Bones managed to find a way around the problem, it doesn't really solve it. Everything else that we've tried so far ended up in failure. And we still don't even know why this elf is stealing my mail. So I need something that would, basically, make Hedwig untouchable to it."

An interested gleam appeared in Fred and George's eyes as their lips turned upward in a challenging grin and they turned to each other.

"Sounds like a challenge, my dear twin."

"Indeed, my handsome brother. House elves are tricky, but-" "Then again, so are we." the two then turned back to Harry, whose gaze was going back and forth from one to the other.

"We'll start working on it, Harrikins. But-" "You're going to have to answer a few questions for us first."

""Alright?"" they chorused once more.

Harry nodded. "Shoot."

In an instant, the two red heads had donned fake glasses and mustaches as they took up a quill and a sheet of parchment each.

"So, Mr Potter, tell us."

"What have you tried so far-"

""To get rid of this problem?""

Harry crossed his arms and hummed in thought. "Well, we tried to simply switch owls at first. Then we tried to have someone else write the letter. Next, we went for notice-me-not charms. After that..."

It took a good ten minutes for Harry to remember and tell the two all the things he, Amelia and Susan had tried to prevent his mail from being stolen. By the end, the two were giving him impressed looks.

"Well, one thing's for sure here."

"The little bugger in nothing if not resourceful and dedicated." They said, frowning at their notes.

"Still, there are a few key points that we've deduced from this."

"First, it seems to know how to tell ministry owls from regular ones, which means it must be around those much."

"Next is the fact that it can know if the letter is for or from you, no matter how you try to disguise it."

"And finally, its ability to bypass or ignore most charms and wards."

"All in all, quite a tough challenge." They looked up from their notes before they put their hands on Harry's shoulders (minding Hedwig, of course) and stood up, taking him with them.

"Anyway, you've given us quite a lot to work with, Harrikins. So-" "Give us a few days and we'll get back to you."

""Alright?"" They chorused and with that Harry and Hedwig found themselves outside the room as the door closed behind them.

Harry blinked. "Well, at least they aren't asking to experiment on you." he told his owl, who gave a hoot of agreement.

"OÏ, HARRY!" Ron bellowed from downstairs. "GET DOWN HERE! WE HAVE TO SETTLE THOSE TWO DRAWS!"

"Coming, Ron!" Harry replied with an eyeroll. Since he had started to get a few draws here and there, Ron had been almost constantly hounding him for more games every hour of the day he didn't spend on eating or Quidditch. Still, he supposed that his friend was just very happy to have someone who could finally keep up with him at chess (more or less).

Let's see if we can beat him this time.

"Better not get our hopes up..." Sylph mumbled unhappily.

"I refuse to give up until we can secure at least one victory!" Ifrit exclaimed.

What did you know? Even spirits have their own pride.


It was two days later that the twins gave Harry their answer. Without warning, they grabbed him and Hedwig before marching outside the house to talk business.

"So, Harrikins."

"We've been thinking long and hard-" "About that problem of yours. And-" "We might have a solution for you."

Harry nodded eagerly. "Go on."

"The first thing we must tell you," "No matter how much it shames us to admit it," "Is that this is out of reach at the moment."

"What do you mean?" he asked them with a frown.

"Fact is, we're only third years, Harrikins."

"And, for all our genius at pranking," "A house elf is simply too much for us."

"At least for now."

"However, we DO know someone" "Who could succeed where we failed."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "And who would that be?"

""Our older brother Bill."" they chorused. "He's one of the top curse-breaker of Gringotts. So-" "We're pretty sure he'll be able to help."

That, Harry felt, was a pleasant surprise. He had heard about curse-breakers from Amelia and if Bill was even half as good as Fred and Georgre were making him to be, it was very possible that he could solve their problem. "That sounds like a great idea." he told the twins with a smile. "Could you contact him for me?"

They grinned at him. "Already did, Harrikins."

"Bill should come over by the end of the week."

Well, that was even better. "Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it and I'm sure Hedwig does too." he said and Hedwig gave a pleased hoot.

"No problem, Harry."

"But remember:"

""You owe us now.""

Harry chuckled at that. "I'll be sure to remember it."

The days until Bill's arrival were (relatively) quiet. Mrs Weasley seemed to have ran out of tasks for them to do, so most of Harry's time became divided between his personal reading and training, Quidditch, chess games and helping Ron with his homework. Because without Hermione breathing on his neck to make him do it, it was quite obvious Ron would only start working at the last minute. Sure, it took a bit persuasion, but the threat both his mother AND Hermione's wrath managed to get him to work. Well, that and a "no homework, no dessert" policy.

With his newfound insight, Harry had to admit that he found Ron's attitude to be very strange. His friend had a quite clear inferiority complex, what with him being the youngest of six brothers who all seemed to have found their calling in life and excelling at in it beside himself. But what truly puzzled Harry was that, despite this, Ron made no effort whatsoever to succeed in anything. His only interests lied with Quidditch, chess, eating and sleeping. And it wasn't as if he wasn't smart, his skill at chess and strategy games in general said otherwise. Rather, it seemed like his inferiority complex was pushing him to laze around in order to not be compared to his brothers. It was something that Harry intended to change, step by step. His friend had a lot of potential, all he needed was a push in the right direction.

On another topic, Harry was quite surprised to find, in his book on wizarding customs and history, that old things such as marriage contracts were still in use nowadays. While it wasn't a regular thing, it didn't seem that uncommon either, which was honestly a bit troubling. Of course, it revolved around the pureblood elitists but that still represented a good chunk of today's society, along with nearly all its leaders. And while Harry could guess that some contracts were only drafted to make things official or after the two concerned persons had agreed to it, it still made him sick in his stomach to think your parents could steal your right to love whomever you wanted from you. The fact that those contracts had probably played a huge part in the inbreeding that the purebloods were suffering of nowadays didn't help in appealing to him.

Then again, it seemed to be the norm for the Wizarding World, or at least Magical Britain, to be distasteful in a number of ways. Between blood supremacy, magical species racism, magic restrictions and now marriage contracts... Harry could only shake his head in dismay. No wonder most Muggleborns wanted out once they finished Hogwarts. It also made him question if every other magical society was also stuck in the past as Britain's was.

Still, to think all of this has been in place for centuries... Harry wondered what Merlin and the Founders would have to say about today's Magical Britain. How they'd react to seeing what has become of their legacy.

Perhaps, in time, he could change it.

"Do no think things too far ahead, Harry." Undine interjected in his mind. "It's alright to plan for the future, but it will be years, maybe even a couple of decades before you can do anything. Focus on the present, at least for now."

You're right, as always, Undine. He replied to her. But it's food for thoughts. Just thinking of what we could change, how to make things better for everyone... Do you think I could do it?

"I don't doubt it, Harry. If you put your mind to it, I am certain that you will succeed in any endeavor." she said to him. "And you will not be alone in this task, that much is sure."

Nevertheless, Harry resolved to make a to-do list of the changes to implement in the Wizarding World. Keeping track of the problems was the first step, after all.


William Weasley, or Bill, as he preferred to be called, was probably one of the most interesting people Harry had met so far. If it hadn't been for the flaming red hair that he shared with the rest of his family, he wouldn't have been able to tell that Bill was, indeed, a Weasley at first glance. The man carried himself in a way that just screamed calm power, like a tranquil sea. This, combined with his curse-breaker attire, dragon fang hearing and, dare Harry say it, cool hairstyle painted quite the picture. To top it all, he was just as friendly as the rest of his family! Pretty hard to even dislike him, with such a case.

"So you're Harry, huh?" Bill had said upon laying eyes on him before approaching the soon to be second year. "It's nice to finally meet you. I heard a lot about your from Fred, George and Ron."

"It's nice to meet you too, Bill." Harry had responded before shaking hands with the older wizard. "I'm pretty sure your brothers must have exaggerated things, though."

The oldest Weasley brother had raised an eyebrow at that. "Did they? So that story about you climbing up a troll was a joke, after all?"

"Erm... No, that one's true." Harry had corrected, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.

Bill had blinked at him. "Merlin, kid. What possessed you to do that? That must be one of the most stupid and courageous things I've ever heard. And, let me tell you, I hear my share of these at work."

"Hey. Griffindor." Harry had shrugged with a sheepish smile.

That had got a laugh out of the curse-breaker. "Good point, Harry. Now, I believe there is a reason as to why my brothers contacted me?"

And so, for the next half an hour, Harry, Fred and George had explained to Bill what the almost twelve years old had have to deal with since the start of summer break.

"This is indeed a very strange case." Bill frowned pensively, his arms crossed on his chest as he laid back against the sofa. He, Harry and the twins had secluded themselves to the room beside the living room to discuss. "But it isn't unsolvable. Even if the goblins don't know everything there is about house elves, they know enough to keep them out of Gringotts and to prevent them from intercepting their own mail. Also, most, if not all, magical households have wards to deny them entry. From those facts and what you've told me, we can deduce that our culprit must have placed some sort of tracking charm on Harry that doesn't show on regular scans" he explained before drawing his wand. "First we must identify the spell. This might take a while, Harry, so please don't move too much."

Harry nodded and Bill started to weave his wand around him while muttering incantations under his breath. For several minutes, it went on. The curse-breaker sometimes frowning or arching an eyebrow at results only he could see. It came to an end when Harry glowed for an instant and Bill let out a loud 'Aha!'.

"I've found it. It seems our little thief was cleverer that we thought." he said, looking at Harry. "I don't know when, but it managed to tag you with a variant of a tracing charm coupled with a mail ward. More specifically, a trace on the part of your magical signature that owls use to find the recipient of the letter they carry. That's how it stole your mail."

Harry frowned at that. It certainly was strange that the house elf had managed something like that, moreover without the Four noticing it. "So you mean it gets notified whenever I send an owl or someone sends one to me?" At Bill's nod, he continued. "Then how come someone writing my letter and sending the owl didn't work?"

The oldest Weasley brother hummed pensively. "Perhaps it has also locked onto Ron and your friend's -Hermione, was it?- magical signature. Or maybe it's scanning every letter that comes from where you are. Either way," he said, standing up. "I'll get to the bottom of this, trust me. But first, let's get rid of those charms."

A quick wave of his wand followed by a spell in what Harry could only assume was Gobblyhook and it was done.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to-"

*POP*

"Harry Potter! Long had Dobby-"

"Stupefy!" "Incarcerous!" "Flipendo!" "Experliarmus!"

A split second later, the house elf that had literally appeared out of nowhere was stunned, bound and flipped on its head before being sent flying into the wall, courtesy of the four spells that were sent its way. There was a moment of shocked silence as the four wizards stared blankly at the neutralized creature.

"I... guess that takes care of the problem?" Harry hesitantly said.

"That's one way-" "To put it." the twins chimed in.

"How the- The wards should have kept it outside! How did it get in?" Bill asked, perplexed as they were.

"Maybe it sneaked in? Without using magic, I mean." Harry quickly added the second part when the older wizard looked at him as if he had just been insulted.

"That's-! ...certainly possible." the curse-breaker trailed off before palming his face. "Knowing dad and mom, it's probable that they messed up something within the wards, again, that allowed this little blighter to come in." he sighed. "Looks like I'm going to have to tweak the wards again." he muttered before looking back to the still bound and knocked out house elf and then to Harry. "By the way, that was a good Experliarmus, Harry. Nice reaction speed, too. They teach that to firsties nowadays?"

Harry couldn't help but blush at the praise. "Err... no. Madam Bones helped me with that."

Bill's eyebrows went up at that and he whistled. "Wow, private tutoring in Defense from the Head of the DMLE herself. Looks like you're already going places, aren't you?" he said with a teasing smile that only made Harry blush harder while trying to stammer a response. "Just kidding, kid. But seriously, that's impressive for a first year. Anyway, let's wake the little fella up and see what it has to say."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Harry asked with a frown, his blush still present. "From what I've seen, it could easily slip away the moment we aren't looking."

"Perhaps, but that's the only way we're getting some answers." Bill replied and Harry nodded somewhat reluctantly. "Ennervate."

The house elf blinked its large eyes before looking at the four wizards towering above it and fixing its gaze on Harry. "Harry Potter!" it said in a high pitched voice. "So long has Dobby wanted to meet you, sir... Such an honor it is..."

"Err... Thank you, I guess?" Harry said, as he exchanged looks with the Weasleys.

"Harry Potter is thanking Dobby?! Dobby is not worthy of Harry Potter's generosity!" the little creature exclaimed, only serving to make Harry feel uncomfortable.

"Right... So, you're the one who's been stealing my mail for the past month?"

The elf's eyes became so wide Harry became worried they might fall out of their sockets. "Harry Potter knows Dobby did it?! Truly, Harry Potter is just as great as the stories says!"

Harry was starting to feel very uncomfortable now. "I'm quite sure whatever you've heard about my... greatness, must have been greatly exaggerated." he replied. "I mean, I'm not even twelve, for Merlin's sake."

This time, the look he received was one of admiration, if not worship. "Harry Potter is humble and modest." Dobby said reverently, making Harry want to palm his face with a groan. "Harry Potter speaks not of his triumph over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."

Harry raised an eyebrow at that. "Why would I speak of something that happened when I was but a toddler and that I do not remember? Moreover something that should be credited to my parents?" he said, trying to hide the bitterness he felt at the mention of what made him into the so called Boy-Who-Lived.

Dobby shook his head rapidly. "Dobby heard, sir! Dobby hear tell that Harry potter met the Dark Lord for a second time, just weeks ago! That Harry Potter escaped yet again!"

This time, it was Harry's eyes that threatened to bulge out of his head. Where and how had Dobby heard that?! Absently, he felt the shocked gazes of the three Weasleys on him as he wordlessly nodded to the house elf.

"Ah, sir..." Dobby gasped hoarsely. "Harry Potter is valiant and bold! He has braved so many dangers already!"

Harry cleared his throat awkwardly. "That's all well and good, Dobby, but you still haven't told us why you were stealing my mail. Did your master put you up to this?"

The elf shook his head frantically at that. "No! Never! Dobby did it all by himself, sir. Dobby did it to protect Harry Potter!"

This got raised eyebrows from everyone in the room. "Protect me?" Harry repeated, before frowning. "What are you talking about, Dobby? Explain yourself."

"Ah, sir..." Dobby fidgeted, as much as he could still bound as he was. "It is difficult... Dobby wonders where to begin..."

"Perhaps you can start by telling us how stealing my mail has anything to do with protecting me." Harry told him flattly.

Dobby shifted anxiously. "Dobby hoped... if Harry Potter thought his friends had forgotten him... Harry Potter might not want to go back to school, sir..."

Harry wanted to be angry. And he probably would be if Amelia hadn't figured out a way to still convey his letters. But one thing Dobby had said drew his attention. "Wha- not want to go back to Hogwarts? What does that have to do with this?" he asked, perplexed.

"Because, if Harry Potter goes back to Hogwarts, he will be in mortal danger."

Stunned silence greeted that declaration. Harry felt the Four, who had been absently listening, suddenly shift their focus entirely on the house elf. The twins exchanged quick looks before their gazes started going back and forth between Dobby and Harry. Bill frowned as he idly rolled his wand between his fingers.

"Why?" Harry breathed out, his body as tense as a coiled spring. He had only recently got out of a life and death situation relatively unharmed and now he was going from the fire into the frying pan? This was just absurd!

"There is a plot, Harry Potter. A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, this year." whispered Dobby gravely, suddenly trembling all over. "Dobby had known for months, sir. Harry Potter must not put himself in peril! He is too important, sir!"

"What terrible things?" Harry asked at once. "Who is plotting them?"

With a choked gurgle, Dobby started banging his head against the wall behind him for a couple of seconds before Harry stopped him.

"Judging by his reaction, we can assume that his master or masters is linked to this." Bill said, causing the elf to stop struggling as his ears perked up and he nodded quickly at the eldest Weasley child. "But he can't tell us who it is, exactly." he added, making Dobby sagg.

"Alright, he can't say. That's understandable." Harry said as he took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "But why are you warning me? Why not someone like, say, Dumbledore?"

"Dobby cannot speak with Dumbledore, sir. Master forbids it." came the answer from the elf. "Dobby knows, sir. Dobby has heard that Dumbledore's powers rival those of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named at the height of his strength. But sir..." there, Dobby's voice dropped to an urgent whisper. "There are powers Dumbledore doesn't... powers no decent wizard..." he trailed off with another choked noise. This time, Harry was prepared and he quickly prevented the little guy from harming himself again.

"Stop it, Dobby! Don't say anything that will force you to hit yourself." Harry said firmly once Dobby stopped struggling. "Now, I have to ask. Does this have anything to do with Vol- I mean, You-Know-Who? Just shake or nod your head if you can't answer."

Dobby did some sort of grimace before shaking his head. "Not- not him, sir." he said, his eyes wide as if trying to give them a hint, something neither Harry or the Weasleys missed.

"Someone related to him?" one of the twins asked, getting another shake.

"One of his followers?" asked the other one, only to get another shake.

Harry and Bill stayed silent, both trying to decipher the message the house elf was trying to convey.

After a moment, it slowly dawned on them what Dobby possibly implied.

"Something that belonged to him." "A cursed item." came both of their responses.

It was the only thing that made sense. No one could enact such a plot overtly, not with Dumbledore present. The only way was through a medium, something that wouldn't be traced back to the one responsible.

That asnwer got frantic nodding from Dobby.

Harry swallowed thickly before speaking again, slowly. "So... this plot at Hogwarts is being orchestrated by your master... using something that he received from You-Know-Who?"

If possible, the nodding became even more frantic.

Harry kept his gaze on Dobby for a moment before he stood up and made his way to the sofa and all but collapsed into it. Beside the elf, the twins had paled while Bill's grip on his wand had made his knuckle turn white as he visibly struggled to keep his composure.

Seconds later, the tense silence that had settled was disrupted by the arrival of Molly Weasley opening the door while holding a tray of what looked like freshly baked cookies.

"Boys, would you like some-"

*POP*

"-cookies?!" she startled, surprised by the sound. "Was that a house elf?" she asked before she took in their expressions. "Is there something wrong, boys? You look like someone just died."

All of them flinched, Dobby's warning still fresh in their minds.

"I'm going to floo professor Dumbledore." Bill said as he rose from his position. "He'll want to know about this." he added as he made his way for the fireplace in the living room.

Molly gave her eldest a curious and apprehensive look before she turned to Harry and the twins. "What is this all about?"

Harry turned his gaze outside, as if he could see dark clouds gathering on the horizon despite the blue sky.

"Trouble." he simply said, his tone grim.


And here we are, the end of the seventh chapter. Five thousand words just for you guys. I know it's basically just a filler, but I promise things will progress quicker once we hit the start of second year.

Do leave a comment to tell me what you think. I accept everything beside baseless flaming.

This is MidnightFenrir, author of "Harry Potter and the Four Elemental Spirits", signing out.