Note: First, thank you everyone who sent reviews and marked my fic as favorite or followed it. It made me very happy.

Second, I hope you will enjoy this chapter as much as you appreciated the first chapter. I hope you guys like the way I characterized some of the characters. It's really hard to do it.

I discovered that I am not good at writing talk scenes haha. I don't know why, but It's harder to me.

University is back and I am feeling so lazy. Just want to sleep. I'm studying international affairs. Its really cool but I wish my holidays were a bit longer…

Thank you to my Brazilians betas: Jesmaile and Carol! And of course to the amazing Mahawna who has helping me write this fic in proper English.

PS: Did you saw The Beauty and The Beast official trailer? I loved it!

As you know, I'm not JK Rowling.

Chapter 2 - Sirius Black.

Emma and Daniel Granger were the epitome of every possible cliché as a couple. They met at Dentistry school and, from there, started dating. They broke up, lived their lives with other people for a time but quickly came to realize that wasn't what either of them really wanted. Naturally, this ultimately led them back to one another. They were married shortly after graduation. It was the end of the Second World War, for God's sake! Why shouldn't they get marry?

They began their quiet life together, adopted a dog and watched their small dental practice grow. Everything was going well and the Grangers were proud to say that life was working out exactly how it should, thank you very much. To make their lives complete, Emma became pregnant with a boy. Her eyes filled with tears of joy as she thought of her little boy. Even though she had always dreamed of having a girl, she was radiant.

It was a perfect four months of gestation until a prenatal examination failed to pick up their son's heartbeat. He had probably passed a few days before the exam and she hadn't noticed it because it was still too early to really feel his movements.

Their world collapsed in on itself. All their dreams of being parents went down the drain. Emma and Daniel were absolutely devastated. After that, their perfect world grew a little bit darker as every attempt to conceive a baby failed. When Dr. Freman told her that her body was simply too hostile an environment for a fetus to grow properly, all of Emma's hopes disappeared. Her body was just too harsh an environment to allow a baby to grow and mature. Emma knew there were other ways for them to be parents. Adoption and surrogacy were great choices, but like every other woman, she had always dreamed of carrying her own baby by herself.

It was fifteen long years of marriage until it finally happened. She couldn't believe what she was seeing! After so many attempts, she and Dan would finally be parents. She was already forty and she had already given up any real hope of having their own baby. Looking at the pink plus sign on her pregnancy test, Emma couldn't contain her tears. She was pregnant!

The hours that followed pasted quickly. That day she and Daniel had celebrated for hours. It had been the best sex of her life!

When they had discovered that she was pregnant with a girl, she knew that this time everything would work out. The baby was able to grow to full term. Holding their girl in her arms, Emma could only smile. Admiring Hermione with her slightly wavy hair - inherited from her grandmother - and her large brown eyes, she finally felt complete. It was the best feeling of her life.

Looking at her baby girl while she played with her little purple unicorn, Emma simply knew that her little girl was destined for a bright future.

June of 1971.

Hermione always knew she was different.

Her parents used to tell her this like it was a good thing, and although it took to her a long time to believe it, sometime in her young life she agreed. Things just happened to her. And she could never really explain why.

Once, her mother had forbidden her to continue reading for the day until she went outside to play, and Hermione couldn't for the life of her understand why. She was on vacation for God's sake, and she had learned to read only a few months ago! She had to read until it became easier for her, after all, she was the best student in her class, and she couldn't simply laze around so someone else could pass her by.

Hermione had been sent to bed that night, feeling distressed. She would remember that feeling. What she wanted the most was to continue her reading. After wishing with all the strength her small body could muster, her book appeared in her hands out of thin air. The book had simply materialized.

She couldn't believe it. But with happiness radiating in every cell of her six-year-old body, she smiled at her precious book and read all night. Her mother had absolutely no idea how she'd gotten the book. She had kept in a drawer that Hermione couldn't even reach.

It took her a while to get used to her new ability. After that first night, strange things continued to happen more and more frequently. At first, she'd thought it was just because she had always picked things up faster than other children did. She soon concluded however, it didn't matter how smart she was, this wasn't normal for other children. Thankfully, she really didn't care.

At a young age, Hermione came to cherish every moment the magic manifested itself around her. When her parents finally witnessed her magic, they had been completely shocked to say the least, but over time they were able to accept it just as Hermione had. They came to realize there really wasn't anything they could do about it either way, so there was no point in fighting about it. Well, she hoped not anyway. She really liked to think of herself as a witch. Now, at the age of 11, she was over the moon to be proven right!

Sometimes, when she would drift off to sleep and become immersed in her dreams, she would dreamed about herself. This girl she dreamed about however, wasn't the same girl she saw in the mirror, with her front teeth larger than most they should be, or her uncontrollably thick curly hair. No. She dreamed of another Hermione. One who fought against the darkness valiantly with two best friends.

Being an only child, Hermione never had the experience to grow up with a big happy family. She didn't want to sound ungrateful or anything, since Daniel and Emma Granger were really very wonderful parents. She loved them unconditionally and always would. But sometimes Hermione felt lonely.

As a bookworm, she had always had a more difficult time making friends. Of course, she had some friends in her school, she wasn't a hermit for God's sake, but she couldn't really call any of them her best friend. So when she dreamt of her older self with two best friends it made her feel ecstatic.

Over time, sadly, the dreams shifted and became nightmares. Everything became darker. Happy flashes with her friends defeating evil gave way to other more horrifying images. In these new nightmares, she appeared older, fighting for her life, being hurt ... being tortured. She watched helplessly as she suffered through these dreams, watching as life faded from the eyes of her loved ones.

"Hermione, honey, your lunch will be cold." Her mother said looking at her curiously and interrupting her reverie.

"Oh yeah". Answered the girl, awkwardly. "Sorry". She smiled, returning back to her meal.

"So it's kind of weird out there today, don't you think, Emma?" Her father asked. "I mean". He continued as he saw his wife confusion, "Have you noticed yet the sky is full of owls!" Said the man standing at the window of his kitchen, staring out.

"Oh, yes of course!" Emma replied, joining her husband at the window. "It is strange, isn't it? Owls aren't usually even awake during the day. "

"It's the end of the times my dear, I'm telling you!" He laughed. "I was watching a documentary just last week about it, in fact, the CIA ..."

"Oh Dad, you're going to start with this again?" Hermione groaned as she watched her parents at the window. Her mother was watching her father with a love that had been cultivated over years of being together.

"Dan, not again." Emma laughed, sharing a look with her daughter.

"You two know very well that this is a very real probability. It all starts with the animals. They can always tell when something is wron.."

Daniel didn't have a chance to finish his sentence, as one of the owls flying around overhead chose that moment to come soaring in through that same open kitchen window. Emma shrieked in fright as Daniel jumped aside to avoid the collision course.

As if to show the girls parents that it meant no harm, the owl circled the kitchen ceiling a couple of times before she came to a stop in front of Hermione, staring at her with big green eyes. Gaping at the bird in shock, Hermione noticed that there was actually an envelope attached to the majestic snowy owls leg. The owl hooted impatiently.

"Oh, you want me to take this?" Hermione asked, still a little shell-shocked at having an owl sitting on the table in front of her. The owl seemed to give her a look that conveyed how obvious the answer was.

"Hermione, don't touch her." Her father said apprehensively. "We don't know if she has any diseases. We have no idea where this animal has been ..."

"I don't think she's sick or anything, and she looks clean enough," said Hermione. "She just wants me to take this letter." She smiled down at the beautiful owl in front of her.

With that half-smile still in place, Hermione just stared at the bird for a minute just to be totally sure it wasn't about to attack her. She reached out a tentative hand and took the envelope. As soon as she had the letter firmly in hand, the owl hooted softly once, before flying back out the window, scaring Emma again in the process.

It was a thick, heavy envelope made of some sort of parchment, Hermione realized. It had a purple wax seal on the back with a rather funny coat of arms. A lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounded a large "H" in the middle. Breaking the seal, she opened the letter and read:

Ms. HJ Granger,

Hampstead Garden, 36,

Barnet,

London

Dear Ms. Granger,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Below is a list of all the necessary books and equipment you will need for your first year. The school term will begin September 1st. We are looking forward to your reply via owl no later than July 31.

Best regards,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Hermione couldn't believe what she was reading. It was true then! She really was a witch! And if there was a school, that must mean there were lots of other children just like her. Hermione bounced in her seat, she couldn't contain her happiness. She read and reread the letter before jumping up and rushing to her parents, not being able to contain herself any longer.

"A witch? What kind of joke is this?" her mother asked as she finished reading the letter.

"Pumpkin, have you been doing ... well, your special tricks outside? Have you been showing the other kids?" Daniel asked, worried as he looked suspiciously out the front window taking in the street in front of his house.

"Of course not. I know better ... ". Hermione answered with a smile, not really registering her parents sudden anxiety.

It was the best surprise she could ever wish for. Her parents, of course, didn't believe it was real. They told her firmly several times, that there was no possible way for this letter to be genuine. They believe it must be some horribly cruel prank somebody was trying to pull. Deep down, Hermione knew the truth.

She was a witch!

A few days later as she sat watching a television show with her parents there came a knock at the front door. A woman with a stern face entered, introduced herself as Minerva McGonagall and began to explain to Emma and Daniel that Hermione really was a witch. Hogwarts was real, and this wasn't an elaborate joke. As her parents began to ask questions rapid-fire, Hermione watched with growing anticipation with every response the woman gave. This woman would be her teacher.

When her parents seemed to finally be able to accept the validity of this womans claims, Minerva McGonagall stood up, and was swiftly replaced by a tabby cat. She could turn into a cat! Hermione was beyond excited to go to Hogwarts and learn all there was to know about magic!

Her mother let out a scream when McGonagall had transformed so unexpectedly while Daniel, who seemed too surprised to really respond, just sat there with a blank face. He was in complete shock. How was this possible? He always knew that Hermione was special. When she had begun to do these unexplainable things, it had only been a confirmation to his belief his daughter had been given to them for a great purpose. Then, to have this woman show up and tell them that not only was Hermione not alone, there was an entire secret wizarding society that ordinary people had absolutely no idea even existed.

Life was about to get very interesting, Hermione thought.

A week before the start of term, the Grangers decided to make the trip to Diagon Alley. Her first impression of the wizarding world was nothing like she had imagined. When they had shown up to a rather dingy pub called "The Leaky Cauldron", Hermione had looked around rather dubiously at what she had mistaken to be the entire wizarding population. Professor McGonagall had been so well dressed and clean that Hermione couldn't help but turn her nose up a little in disgust to hide her disappointment. Had these people around the bar ever even heard of a bath?

Fortunately, the nice man behind the bar, who introduced himself as Tom, led them out the back and helped them proceed through the brick barrier that would allow access to Diagon Alley. Only those who possessed a wand, could tap the correct combination of bricks to reach the Alley. As the bricks began to shift, Hermione could barely contain her excitement. This was all too thrilling!

It was clear that her second impression of the magical world was much better than the first. It was a new world hidden away right here in London! Leading away from the opening in the brick wall was a paved street full of people wearing flowing robes in every color, running every which way. It was absolute chaos. Farther down the alley, she could see shops of all shapes and sizes. How on earth was that still standing upright? A wave of new smells flooded her senses and Hermione couldn't help but smile softly as she read a plaque that read "Gringotts" upon a large, imposing building. It felt strange to be there. She suddenly had an incredible sense of Deja vu.

Her parents, who were still busy staring at everything in amazement, followed her into the alley. Hermione took in everything around her with a huge smile plastered onto her face. That's actually a broom flying by itself? Hermione and her parents slowly made their way to the famous wizards bank. McGonagall had told her parents that they would need to exchange their muggle money in order to make the necessary purchases in the magical stores.

Arriving at the steps, Hermione couldn't help but become a little apprehensive after reading the warning on the double doors.

"Enter stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath in our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned; beware
Of finding more than treasure there".

Through the doors, Hermione couldn't keep her jaw from falling open. It was wonderful. Once as a child, she had gone to Buckingham Palace with her parents on a tour. She remembered the feeling of grandeur that the place had emanated. Entering the famous wizard's bank, Hermione was getting the same impression.

A large marble foyer stretched out before her. Seated on high benches behind a long counter, sat what appeared to be a hundred goblins. Hermione hadn't counted to be completely sure. Hermione and her parents continued to take everything in with curiosity. They watched the little men as they wrote in large black ledgers, weighed coins on brass scales and examined gems with jeweler's glasses. Some doors surrounding the lobby were guarded by goblins, others by men dressed in clothes that reminded Hermione of normal guards. muggle police she reminded herself.

"Er, good morning sir... Globin," said Daniel Granger tentatively when they finally reached the end of the long corridor and approached the high counter. Unfortunately, the goblin seemed to have something better to do with his time, or he was simply ignoring them, as he didn't raise his eyes from his papers in front of him. Daniel cleared his throat again and after a put-upon sigh for being interrupted, the little man looked at them with displeasure.

"Yes?" Said the goblin, scanning them from the bottom up, clearly unimpressed and unhappy when it was evident he wasn't going to be left alone.

"My name is Daniel Granger. This here are my wife and my daughter. Hermione here is beginning her first year at Hogwarts and we have decided to come get all her shopping done today. We are what you wizards call muggles, I believe. So we have a need to change over some of our money. Professor McGonagall said we couldn't use Muggle money to-".

"Yes, sir." Said the goblin. "It is all too clear to everyone here that you muggles. If you could follow me please, I'll make sure you can exchange your money. "

Hermione would come to understand later why the goblin had been so rude to them that first day. Goblins believed themselves to be superior to wizards, and when her father had spoken to the goblin as a wizard would have - unknowingly – the goblin hadn't liked that at all.

After the tension filled visit to Gringotts, the Grangers returned to the chaos that was Diagon Alley to finally begin their shopping. The first shop Hermione dragged her parents into was the famous wand shop: Ollivanders.

Professor McGonagall had explained that in order to perform magic successfully, she would need to have a wand. She could hardly bear the anxiety that threatened to overcome her, as she waited to get her hands on a wand!

The wand shop smelled of old books and dust. It was dark and the little lighting that was available was given off by a few candles scattered around the store. Long rows of shelves were stuffed behind the small counter, and Hermione stared in astonishment at the number of wooden boxes crammed in, housing an innumerable amount of wands.

Garrick Ollivander was a peculiar man. His wide blue eyes frightened the young witch and yet somehow managed to convey wisdom at the same time. They had entered the store just as he was completing a sale, so they waited patiently (or in Hermione's case very impatiently) while Ollivander sold a wand with a veela hair core - This wand is very temperamental, Mr. Addans - he said.

When the boy before her finally completed his purchase and left the store, Hermione looked expectantly at the man.

"I believe we have not met, miss?"

"Hermione, sir. Hermione Granger".

"Ah yes! Welcome to the Wizarding World, Miss Granger. I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time at Hogwarts, oh yes". Said the old man shaking his head. "Let's see, give me your wand arm, my dear." Not quite understanding what the man meant, Hermione held out her right arm, after all, she was right-handed. It would only make sense to use her right arm to wield a wand, right?

Ollivander measured her arm and looked at her for a few seconds before running to the back of his store. A few minutes later, he came back with his arms full of boxes.

"Well?" The man asked anxiously as he looked at her and the wands back and forth.

"Oh yes, of course. Sorry sir."

Opening one of the boxes, Hermione carefully took the wand and looked at the wizard not entirely sure what to do next.

"Try it out, give it a wave". The man instructed. With a nod, she pointed to a bookcase and to her, and her parents astonishment, some of the wands contained within that section flew out every which way. Ollivander sighed in disappointment before placing another of his wands in front of her. Hermione repeated the previous process.

It took several attempts before she finally found a match. Electricity ran through her body and she felt complete holding that wand. It was strange how the feeling was familiar to her. It was as if she had felt it before...

"It's a mystery to the wizarding community how the magical gene develops and is passed along, Miss. Granger. However, I have no doubt that this will not stop you from being as strong as any other magic being with magical parentage. I can say with certainty that you are destined for great things. This wand in your hand is very special. Holly and Phoenix feather, 11 inches. This type of wand, though rare, is very difficult to tame, but when it finds its match, the owner will surely stand out. Good luck". The man said.

Although she was happy to finally own a wand, Hermione couldn't help thinking that that wand in her procession shouldn't truly belong to her. She felt as if this wand belonged to someone else. Following her parents out of the shop, Hermione headed for Flourish and Blotts.

Entering the famous bookstore, Hermione felt as if Christmas had come earlier. Running around, the young witch collected all the books described in her letter from Hogwarts and still managed to convince her parents to buy her "Hogwarts, A History." She couldn't wait to immerse herself in its pages and find out everything there was to know about her new school.

After buying everything she wanted at the bookstore, the Grangers went on to purchase her school robes. She couldn't stop smiling when she tried on the Hogwarts uniform. It was so beautiful.

While her parents paid for her robes, she couldn't help but feel offended and taken aback when a small family of three extremely blond people passed her looking at her with contempt. What could she have possibly done to provoke such a feeling? She couldn't understand why they would appear to dislike her so much without even knowing her.

Being a know-it-all, Hermione had already found bullies in her old school. People used to be quite cruel to her. But as much as she tried to ignore those feelings, she could not. The look that the son of the two blondes figures had given her reminded her of someone , but she couldn't for the life of her recall who. And God, did it hurt.

Looking at her parents, she saw that it would still take some time before the purchase was completed. Her parents still hadn't quite got the hang of using the wizard money. Leaving the store to stay out of sight of the blonde family, Hermione sat on a bench in front. She sat for a while when her attention was directed to another wizard family.

She knew at the time that she had seen them that they were definitely wizards. Like the little blond family, the clothing of the other family boasted of wealth and there was no mistaking them for being muggles. They were a family of four. The matriarch of the family walked with her head held high, showing anyone who saw her how important she was. Her long black hair fell to her waist in a cascade of organized bunches. Putting her hand into her hair, Hermione wished that at some point in her life, her hair would look as beautiful as this woman's. From where she sat, she couldn't clearly see the woman's face, but she could tell with certainty that she would be beautiful if her face wasn't pinched into such a look of permanent displeasure.

The man she assumed to be the patriarch of the family, walked just like his wife; with all confidence and seriousness of the world. He looked at each person around him as if he were superior to all of them. He was a relatively tall, muscular man. Unlike his wife, his ebony hair was tied in a high bun and the few leaking threads were smooth. Beside him, holding the tip of his cloak, was a boy who was probably a little younger than Hermione, most likely only by a year or two.

Just like his father, the boy's straight, black hair was tied, yet he didn't seem to have long enough hair to pull up into the same high bun. That was probably why his was tied in a little ponytail. She could see from his face that he would grow to inherit the beauty of his patriarch. However, at that moment he looked like a scared little boy.

Yet it wasn't any of these members of the imposing family that had drawn her attention. Looking at his parents and brother with irritation, there was another boy. He was probably her age, and just like Hermione, he appeared to be getting ready to start Hogwarts. He seemed to have inherited all the appealing physical traits of his parents. His hair was as black as the sky at midnight, his body, although still that of a child, promised a good shape after puberty and he, like his parents, had a look of superiority. Surprisingly, that didn't seem to bother her.

"Sirius Orion Black, you're going to stand here waiting for me. You're not going anywhere. Are you listening to me?". The woman shrieked at the older boy.

"Yes mother".

"You're not going to talk to anyone-"

"No mother".

"-especially With these mudbloods and muggles". The spittle starting to fly a little from her mouth.

"Yes mother". Said the boy, while wiping his cheek.

"And for Merlin's sake, Sirius. Hold that hair! "She ended up walking into the store clutching the arm of her younger son following the patriarch who had already disappeared. The boy snorted when his mother disappeared from his sight and murmured something that Hermione couldn't quite make out. Suddenly, as if feeling himself being watched, he turned and focused his eyes on hers and after a self satisfied smirk, he blinked.

Images began to run in through her vision flashing by as her gaze connected with that of the black-eyed boy.

She struck the nose of a familiar blond boy.

With two other boys, Hermione ran to a hut in the middle of a garden.

A giant man smiled at her.

A giant tree tried to kill her.… Why?

A dying man dressed in dingy clothes laughed madly as he advanced toward a thin, red-haired boy. Was it one of the boys from her dreams?

"No, Harry!", "No, Harry!", "No, Harry!" Hermione gasped in a petrified whisper; Ron, however, spoke to Black. "If you want to kill Harry, you'll have to kill us too!" *.

The boy crossed the busy street to meet her. She knew those eyes from somewhere. They were hardly ordinary eyes and for a moment her mind tried desperately to capture the memory. Who was this boy?

* She was watching as her best friend hugged Black tightly. She couldn't help but smile at the scene. Harry finally was getting a father figure in his life.

Leaving the boy's grasp the man crouched down in front of her.

"Remus is right, you know. You really are the brightest witch of your age." *

When the boy was finally standing in front of her, Hermione shook her head trying to shake away the strange thoughts from her brain with confusion. She was awake right? She hadn't fallen asleep on the bench?

"Well, hello there". Said the boy.

"Hi". She answered awkwardly. Had he known she had watched the altercation with his mother?

"You know, it's rather rude to eavesdrop on other peoples conversations." The boy said looking at her seriously.

"I wasn't eavesdropping!" Hermione replied, her brown eyes widening.

"Yes, I totally believe you." the boy began to laugh "The names Sirius. Sirius Black ". Said the boy reaching for her.

"Hermione Granger". She said accepting the handshake.

"Hermione? What kind of name is that? " Sirius said in confusion.

"What do you mean what kind of name is that , " she said imitating him. "That's my name! In Greek mythology, Hermione is daughter of Menelaus and Helen of Troy- ".

"Yes, I've heard this story." Sirius said rolling his eyes. "But it's such a long name. I'll call you Mione. "

"I do not like nicknames! My name is Hermione. Her-mi-o-ne! ". Said the girl fiercely. Frankly, she had just met the boy and he was already to get on friendly terms with her?

"Nah, Mione is a lot nicer. Or Granger. " Sirius said more to himself than to her. Looking at the boy in frustration, Hermione knew she had lost a battle.

"So ... Are you going to Hogwarts?" Asked Hermione awkwardly. "I mean, of course you're going to Hogwarts, but what year are you in?" she asked quickly. She couldn't stop the blush spreading across she cheeks. Why did she have to be so anxious?

"Yes. I can not wait to leave that damn house. "Sirius smiled, but then his expression changed suddenly and a frown appeared. "But at the same time I'm not looking forward to going."

"Why not?".

"I don't want to end up in Slytherin." replied Sirius. "And my whole family has been sorted there for generations."

"Slytherin?"

"Oh of course, you wouldn't know. You're Muggle-Born. "

"And?". Hermione asked suspiciously, raising her eyebrow. She had seen how the goblin on the bench had looked at her. From that look alone she had understood that having muggles for parents might not be a very good thing to some wizards, but she had gotten the impression Sirius wasn't like that.

"Oh no! I didn't mean it like that!" said Sirius quickly, his eyes widening in horror. "I could see that because of your clothes. I don't care that your parents are Muggles, I swear! "

"Oh ok". Hermione said still suspiciously, but a little relieved. "But what is Slytherin?"

"It's a Hogwarts house. There are four: Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, and Gryffindor. There is probably some book that explains this. Anyway, for centuries every member of the Black family has been sorted into Slytherin, but I don't want to go there. "

"Why not?".

"Because they are evil. They are hypocrites and prejudiced gits who treat everyone who isn't a pure-blood like garbage. " He said angrily. "I want to go to Gryffindor. Where the brave of heart dwell! " Puffing up his chest by the end of his tirade. Hermione could only laugh.

"So go there then. If that's what you want, don't let a thing like a tradition keep you from entering Gryffindor. " Hermione said sincerely.

"Do you think it's possible?". Asked the boy with wide eyes. He couldn't believe that anyone was really telling him that he could be a Gryffindor. Even Andy had advised him to go to Slytherin - it'll will save you a lot of pain, she said.

"Of course I do. You're a wizard aren't you, Sirius. " Hermione said rolling her eyes. "Everything is possible".

"Thank you Mione, to see-".

"SIRIUS ORION BLACK" shrieked that horrible voice from the crowd, startling them.

"Eh, the harpy calls to me," Sirius said smirking as he bent down so as not to be seen by his mother. "See you around, Granger!" He dismissed with a wink and disappeared into the crowd before reaching his mother.

She could not wait to go to Hogwarts.

Note: So that's my second chapter. I was going to post the next chapter just at Sunday but Hawna was so quick that I couldn't help myself. I'm already writing the next chapter and I'm excited. I'll post the chapter three at next week. Ok?

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