Hello lovely Readers,

Here is the next installment of A Shadowed Life everyone.

Sorry I haven't posted a chapter in a long while, but between the internet giving out on me and this rollercoaster ride of knowing whether or not I'm going to school because our weather issues is becoming mind boggling to the point I can't even remind myself to write my story x.x Not to mention the closer we draw to the end of the term the more design and media productions projects I have being shoved on me –face plants- and Maya loathes me. I start up a project only to have it get issues and then close on me.

On top of that mom went in for surgery and I had to shuttle her since my brother was being an ass since he sits on his rear all day and plays games…He bitches because he's tired and all…I'm annoyed as hell considering I have school and I missed an important exam and essay no thanks to him and each are 50% of my grade point average in the class –faceplants- These past three months have been hell in a hand basket… and I fear it will only get worse x.x –sighs- I wish I had more time just to sit back and write my fanfictions. I should be able to do just that this summer. I do not plan to take summer term, and I hope my VA councilor allows me to do so.

Also sorry if this seems a little chaotic… I wanted some chaos in the story XD.

Anyways that's it for now folks. I look forward to things you have to say about it. Enjoy!

Things in the story you might want to know.

"Talking/ spells"

'Thinking/ sound affects/ Memories'

-Parseltongue-

.:Spells:.

~Dragon Telepathy~

Chapter Thirteen- Electrifying Inferno

Harry found himself hiding beneath Draco's robes, mostly because he was tired of every damn girl trying to pet him. Even when Draco explained that it was Evan, they still tried to touch him. Harry was starting to grow irritable as time went on before they made it to the common room and was immediately set upon by Pansy and her group of friends. When they started to paw at him when Harry came out thinking he was safe now, he regretted it quickly and growled before hissing. Small jets of fire spit between his teeth and the girls squeaked as they yanked their hands back. Draco only laughed which in turn cause Harry to bite said boy's shoulder.

"Ow, really you bloody git? That's the thanks I get, never help you again….no don't give me that look…..You're not being fare….damn it fine," Draco sighed at the pouty dragon face he was giving him.

Harry immediately perked up, ~Do you think they'll freak out?~

"Not sure… Still can't believe the bloody teachers put you with that weasel. It was a stupid idea," Draco sighed.

~Yeah no kidding,~ Harry snorted.

It was then that it hit Draco, "Hey your speaking….well sort of I think…."

~Huh… I'm not even hissing either,~ Harry puzzled.

"Telepathy maybe?"

~It's possible… the book Tom had me read was full of things that point to older dragon's doing so…~

"Draco who are you talking too?" Pansy and Blaise stared confused.

"To Evan, who else?"

"But he's not saying anything," Blaise said softly.

"Yes, he is don't you hear him speaking?"

They both shook their heads no and Harry blinked slowly, ~Maybe I can only communicate like this with you….or one person at a time?~

"I-I'm not sure," Draco said softly, "Try talking with them when you're not focused on me."

Harry did as told and they both practically watched as Blaise almost leapt out of his skin when Harry successfully spoke with him. Draco laughed at the sight, watching Blaise's eyes grow wide and Harry laughed too. Pansy still looked confused and Harry turned to her and did the same thing, and she squeaked loudly throwing a hand to her throat at the start she got.

"Well it seems that you can only speak with people you focus on," Blaise said thoughtfully, "Hey wait what if you focused on a group of people at once. It may have been because you were more focused on Draco before that it hadn't affected us. Try focusing on all of us as a whole instead."

Harry understood what Blaise was getting at, and decided to give it a try. He tried again, but this time focusing on them as a whole. Though, this time none of them heard him and Harry sighed before looking to Blaise.

~I don't think your theory is accurate.~

"Aww, I thought for sure it would work…"

"Blaise is it possible that the reason he can only contact people through telepathy one by one is because he's not considered an adult dragon?"

"It's possible, there are known recordings of younger dragons being unable to perform even simple things like that of an adult dragons can."

~Well I'm not like most dragons~ Harry puffed his cheeks and Blaise laughed.

"True, you were not born as a dragon would be, but the effects are still the same. For most infant dragons they are incapable of reaching the magical potential an older dragon would have. You see baby dragons are a symbol of coming into power."

~Coming into power?~

"Er…yes, you see a baby dragon doesn't have control over the magic they possess often their own elemental powers are out of hand as well. Such as the power lashing out or even producing when they mildly cough or sneeze," Harry remembered when he sneezed in the head master's office and he looked to Draco who chuckled causing Harry to puff his cheeks up in indignation.

"Yeah something like that happened in the headmaster's office. Evan sneezed and caught the cabinet on fire," Draco chuckled before looking at Blaise.

"See… I believe it is similar to that of telepathy. You lack control over it and most baby dragons learn how to control it from the presence of an older dragon. Which… defeats the point considering there aren't any near here," Blaise chuckled nervously.

~So basically I have to learn on my own, right?~

"Yes, I believe so Evan," Harry sighed and rested his head down on his paws, in thought.

"Well I know that look… you won't hear from him for a while, he's gone into deep thinking mode."

"Knowing him… he will probably be the first young dragon to find a way to control his powers before reaching adult hood," Blaise mumbled and the others nodded.

"So what else happened at the headmaster's office?" Pansy asked.

"The old fool wanted to keep Evan here. Mother and Father will not be pleased if they hear this, and knowing the headmaster… he will try his damnedest to keep Evan here."

"How are they going to explain Orion's absence?"

"I don't know, but as long as Evan is like this… Orion will not be showing up any time soon," Pansy and Blaise nodded.

{A Shadowed Life}

Lucius was angry when he found out about what happened with Harry at Hogwarts, on the first day back after vacation no less. Draco had messaged him and it had taken the owl a good portion of the day to reach their home. He canceled his meeting for the day and made his way to the school in hopes to get Harry out of that cursed school. He walked briskly down the hall to the fireplace when he was cut off by a colleague. He mentally sighed though he gave the man an indifferent look as he listened to him.

"I must apologize, but my adopted son Evan is in need of my presence. Something has occurred that is of great importance, and I must get to him without delay."

"Oh I'm sorry sir, than I shall not delay you any longer," The man lightly bowed before Lucius continued on his way.

From what he heard from Draco in that letter, was that it was of great importance and Evan had been changed. He didn't give much detail probably because Draco was afraid to give too much away through a letter to his father. Which in the long run was a good idea considering that if someone else were to get a hold of his letter that they would know more than they should and in Lucius's opinion that was not an option. Once in front of a fire place he grabbed a hand full of floo powder and threw it down as he shouted Hogwarts out into the air. He came out at the headmaster's floo and looked over only to note that Narcissa was there as well. Obviously to worried about Harry to care about waiting for him to get home.

"Narcissa…" He looked around and didn't see the head master, "Where is he?"

"He said he would be back shortly… said something was of great importance and left before I could ask him anything."

"Che, that old fool," Lucius growled before turning to leave the room to look for the old man.

"Where are you going, Lucius dear?" Narcissa asked.

"I'm going to look for him, and if I find Draco along the way I hope I can get more out of him then that letter allowed us to know," With that said he swept out of the room leaving Narcissa there to wait in case he came back before Lucius found him.

Robes billowing out, Lucius swept from the room in search of the old fool. His grey eyes sweeping over the halls as he moved. He was going to find out what happened to Harry in the time he left home and he was going to do so before anything else could possibly happen.

{A Shadowed Life}

Dumbledore walked quickly down the hall, he knew he needed to keep that boy here now. It was more than likely that if Voldemort knew of the boy's current form that he would no doubt use the boy for more than he possibly did now. He wasn't all sure if he could trust Severus's assessments either concerning about the newest Black heir, and the new young Malfoy. Ever since Harry had gone and vanished things had changed and nothing seemed to be the same anymore. Young Granger and Mr. Weasly seemed no longer be on speaking terms. If and when Harry returned he was sure the young boy would be at so much of a loss that he wouldn't know what to do to fix it all.

That was another thing that bothered him… Harry had basically vanished of the face of the earth. Tracking spells didn't seem to work and he'd tried many. For such to happen he would have to have his biology entirely rearranged, dead, or behind extremely powerful wards. The last two were more than likely and if Harry was dead then it would make destroying the last of Voldemort's Horcruxes that much easier to take care of. Dumbledore smirked as he moved down another corridor only to run into just what he'd been looking for. It looked like the young Malfoy had heard about his mother's appearance in the castle. Word always passed through these halls like brush fire.

Dumbledore adjusted his disguise and pointed his wand at the young Malfoy heir's back, "Patrificus Totalus."

The only thing heard from the boy was a gasp as he fell to the floor stunned. Evan unceremoniously toppled from his shoulders to the floor and slid across the stone fairly easily till he slammed into the wall. Dumbledore watched as the stunned dragon shook it's head blearily his eyes turning to the face down body of Draco Malfoy and a puzzled look, well as close as a dragon could get to looking puzzled, came upon his visage. Dumbledore stalk forward cloaked in the disguise he was wearing to throw off the trail of this attack being his doing. The young dragon looked up his eyes going wide with fright as he backed away. Though, it wasn't fast enough and since Evan was not used to his new form running was near to impossible. He was snatched up quickly, though as soon as Dumbledore had gotten a good grip on him Evan shocked him with electricity causing the older wizard to drop him and daze him once again. Though, not enough before Evan called upon fire and electricity which bounced off the walls and flooring around them. It was a weak attempt in protecting himself, since Draco was out cold.

Dumbledore gritted his teeth and bit back his snarl before pointing his wand at Evan and put him to sleep with a spell. The corridor was a flame with fire and electricity, the parks bouncing off anything made of metal as flames as hot as the blazes of hades smoldered across stone. Dumbledore turned to the Malfoy heir and pushed him away from the electrifying inferno blazing within the corridor. Enough so that no harm would come to him and that someone would be able to find him. Chuckling he turned and left the corridor making sure no one saw the incident, before vanishing down another.

He'd done what was necessary, and he wasn't going to allow mistakes this time around. Evan will be put in a place that Voldemort would never think to look for him. He smirked as he looked down at the dragon within his grasp. Oh, he knew of the perfect place for him to be. It was about time he called up an old friend of his, to get Evan away from here and away from Voldemort. Evan might even thank him later for this and he would have another weapon against the dark wizard. Everything was looking up for him now and he couldn't wait for the plan to fall into place, piece by piece.

{A Shadowed Life}

Lucius walked down a corridor slowly, his mind wandering when he noticed something odd about the air in the corridor he was in. He paused and looked around when he caught a glimpse of someone retreating from one hall to the next. The air thick with smoke and Lucius quickly went to investigate the situation. He looked down the corridor the figure had vanished down, but saw no trace of the person when he did so. Huffing slightly he turned to the corridor the man had come from. His eyes went wide in shock when he took notice to the damage caused by what looked to be fire mixed with electricity. Lucius was at a loss of what to do, his grey eye scanning over the area when his eyes landed on a prone figure on the ground. The blond strains giving him a notion of just who it was, and he rushed over to his son's side rolling him over before using the counter spell that had been used on him.

"Draco… Draco what happened and were is Evan?"

Draco coughed a few times before looking up at his father, "I don't know… professor Snape came by and told us that mother was here and we were headed towards the headmaster's office. The next thing I know is that I am face first on the floor and I can't move. I heard scuffling, but that was about it. I don't know what happened afterwards," He said as he looked around the hall still slightly dazed.

Lucius hiss under his breath, "I wonder if that person I saw was the one who it the cause of this? They must have gotten a hold of Evan as well."

Draco looked over to the literally burning hall. It was amazing that dragon fire could cause this to a stone building. Considering a young dragon could do this, and had the mind of one named not only Harry Potter, but Orion Black… who knew what else kind of damage said dragon could do on his own. Lucius was mad, but he knew someone else who would be even more furious than he was and an angry Dark Lord is nothing to laugh about. On top of that Lucius would have to break this news to said Dark Lord.

"We have to get him back father," Draco said looking to Lucius with worry on his features.

"We will Draco… we will," Lucius said before helping his son up as teachers and students alike looked on at the burning hall and jumping back every now and again as electricity bounced to close to them.

Lucius didn't let it escape his attention that it had taken the old fool quiet a while before he turned up. If he knew any better he would say that the old fool had something to do with all of this. What bothered him even more however is when it took a lot longer to put out the dragon made fire, mostly because of the electricity which only seemed to egg the flames on as though the flames had been alive. Though, it was around that moment that Lucius remembered Harry's incident back at his muggle family home, and how the fire took a while to go out. He hoped that Dumbledore would not draw the dots together, but so far it looked as though no took note of the similarities. Even in the magic world dragon fire took a while to be put out.

"Mr. Malfoy?!" Dumbledore walked over with a worried face, "I am afraid we cannot locate the boy."

"I want my son found Headmaster Dumbledore, and I want him found now. He was within these walls and someone took him while he was under your supposed protection within these walls. If he is not found soon I will personally remove you from your seat here at this school," Lucius hissed.

"There is no need for hostility Mr. Malfoy the boy will be found I assure you. Isn't that right Headmaster Dumbledore?" McGonagall says with a slight panicked look on her face, probably because of her worry for a student. Then again it was probably because of the literal and meaningful threat aimed at the older male by a man, in all intents and purposes could be a dark wizard. Either way Lucius wasn't going to let this all go.

"He better, be found Dumbledore… If not you will be hearing from me again," He turned and stalked in the direction Draco was before slightly turning back to them. "I expect him to be found before the week is out," He gave a meaningful look before turning once more to go find his wife.

{A Shadowed Life}

To say the Dark Lord was angry was an understatement. He was vehemently pissed off to the point that people who got even slightly under his nerves had them pinned under his wand via, .:Crucio:. No one knew as to why he was angry, but those who did know were so tight lipped about it that everyone started to worry. When Orion didn't show up for meetings it was becoming painfully obvious that the boy's absence was the cause of their lord's ire. Rumors started to go around the death eaters saying the boy had left their cause, and others were whispering about other things that didn't make sense. It was around a day or so afterwards that the Dark Lord put a stop to it all.

"I have gathered you all here to put these ridiculous rumors aside. Mr. Black has not left… he has been taken from us," Voldemort's eyes were narrowed dangerously and the air felt thick with the tension that seemed to engulf the area. Though, what really unnerved them all was that it seemed as though the room plummeted in temperature and seemed almost chilly, "As to his whereabouts we still have yet to know. From this point forward the outside world will think that he is terribly ill and unable to take visitors. Until he is found that is how it will stay… do I make myself clear?"

There was a resounding 'Yes, My Lord' and Voldemort caught the look on Snape's face. He knew the potions master had already put two and two together. That Orion Black, Harry, was also Evan Spring the adoptive son of the Malfoy family. The man was pale and worry lined his every feature. He knew Evan had gone missing and had taken upon himself to try and locate the missing family member. Mostly because Narcissa and Lucius really cared about the boy and like he usually did he helped those he called his family. Now that he was probably realizing who it was, he was going to be bound and determined to find him now.

The dark lord looked around the room and stopped on Lucius, "Have you heard anything?"

"No, my lord and it has become apparent that the subject is being avoided… If I had to guess I would say the old fool has something to do with it all," Lucius's face was in a deep frown, bags had begun to form under his eyes and those exact grey eyes had hardened like stone with the suppressed anger he felt.

Voldemort seemed to growl lowly at that thought, and if it were true then they would be hard pressed to find his. Dumbledore would not leave it easy for them to find him, and knowing the old fool he would eventually figure things out. Orion's prolonged absence at the same time Evan had gone missing would no doubt cause the old fool to assume that Orion and Evan were one and the same, even with the medical excuse they could possibly come up with. Someone would probably have to pose as the boy at some point if things drew out for too long. The only thing is he knew not of anyone who could pose as him, not unless he himself did so and posing as the boy would be difficult to say the least. Mostly because he wasn't good with being nice to people.

It was during these thoughts that he heard the doors open in the back of the room and everything went silent. Wormtail stood there shaking like the scared rat he always was, when Voldemort called out, "What is it Wormtail? Come out with it!"

"M-my lord… w-word has come from the north about a d-dragon coming into the care of a well k-known dragon t-tamer. They say this dragon is never before seen, a-and that it has been put under many wards to try and p-protect it as well as s-suppress it," Voldemort had stood at these words.

"Is this a reliable source? Can it be trusted?"

"Y-yes my lord… I was sneaking about when I heard of it from the very man who is taking care of it himself. He was talking to a cloaked figure and describing the wards of protection and suppression."

Voldemort ignored the whispers as, "Snape, Lucius go with Wormtail scope the place out and come back with your findings. Take a few others if you must," He growled, he ignored the light bows before he turned to another who'd spoken up.

"My Lord, I'm curious… why is a new dragon of interest to you?"

"It is not the new dragon itself, but who it is, Fenrir… I did not allow most of you in on a secret that Orion Black harbored. He has a special inheritance that causes him to hide it. He is neither wolf, nor vampire, and not even Veela. His inheritance is an old bloodline lineage that at some point became active in his life… the reasons as to why it came to be, are yet unclear. Orion… is part dragon," Voldemort listened to the rising whispers before another spoke out.

"My lord how is this possible?" The death eater was known as Amycus Carrows.

"I do not have to explain that to you for it is of no consequence for you to know about it. However, I will say this you will find nothing on the matter because all scrolls on this inheritance have long been forgotten to the world. It is as old as the tale of elves, but even older still in some ways. Orion's situation is a rare one and the chance of it happening to another is slim, but still possible," He stated, "But this is pointless right now… I want Orion back here and in good health… now those of you within the Ministry will start a rumor about Orion being extremely ill."

When they were given the rest of their orders Voldemort dismissed them and had Narcissa and Bellatrix hang back from the others, "Bellatrix when it is time to break Orion out I want you and Narcissa to be there. Narcissa because I'm pretty sure we'll need her healing abilities and you because you will be needed greatly if a fight were to break out. I want you to personally lead the attack with a group of death eaters to retrieve Orion. Is that clear," He said narrowing his eyes.

"Yes, My Lord," The chorused Narcissa softly and Bellatrix rather loudly.

"Be ready I will call upon you as soon as Lucius and Snape return," He hissed.

Once they left Voldemort slumped upon his chair a hand over his face as he closed his eyes. He was having a hard time controlling his temper as of late. To say Harry quelled the beast within was something he hadn't been willing to admit at first. It had been only a few months ago that he realized the ritual that resurrected him, had some other affects he hadn't accounted for. His eyes slid open the crimson slitted pupils seeing clearly as he looked unseeingly around the room. During the days that followed the resurrection he had left Harry in the care of the Malfoy's. At first he had kept his distance, because something had seemed off about himself. It had been shortly after that it had occurred.

He wasn't entirely sure if it was the same thing Harry must have gone through, but the memory of the pain it had caused was ingrained in his mind for a life time to come. Yes, he'd had Harry describe it to him at one point through Nagini when he had, had the chance too. Voldemort reached out with his senses and felt no living being or creature nearby other than Nagini herself as well as Osiris who'd come to live with him after Harry's disappearance. He mumbled Parseltongue words under his breath and his appearance melted away.

Pointed ears stuck out from his hair as long trails of small scales started to appear upon his skin. They trailed along his body just like Harry's had done on his person. Upon his back however wasn't just one but two sets of wings, and unlike Harry's wings his pure black wings were dipped in a crimson color that almost blended to well with the obsidian black color of his scaled and feathered wings. A long thick tail trailed over the edge of the chair he sat in and it layed loosely against the ground. Unlike Harry however he had more control over Shadows and Ice. Voldemort had a theory that when the dragon genes are active it taps into a person's magical core and depending on the type the core is, is what makes up the elemental power the dragon gene uses.

It made sense in a way, considering that Harry reminded him of the sun, a blazing fire and is hard to tame, while he himself was cold and dark. His mind drifted as he rose from the throne like chair and walked across the room slowly. He wanted his little dragon back by his side where he was safest. A growl left his lips as they curled back from his teeth showing long canines. There was a long day ahead of him and the days to come were to be even more grueling. He feared getting Harry back would be an extremely hard task. What angered him even more was the fact that the old fool had put Harry in the care of a dragon tamer.

Dragon tamers were known for their less than appealing methods in training unruly dragons. If Harry was more dragon now then he had been, then the possibility that he was just that was high. Judging from his studies of the dragons long ago they were powerful and often did not take kindly to humans when they disrespected them. In recordings that off spring had lashed out when someone tried to tame them or force them into things they did not want to do. Resulting in the one who tried either dying or the dragon's spirit being so broken that they eventually died. Lower class dragons did not have this issue however. It was only the more intelligent and ancient of the dragon races. These dragons were often special in a way ranging from special abilities that most dragons didn't have, to intelligence beyond any known to mankind.

Voldemort paused in the door way to his study. His eyes looking about the room silently as his thoughts wandered. If only he knew more about these dragons, but from what little he did know he figured the dragon blood line within Harry, and himself, was an extremely old one. One with a powerful possessive wide, with a temper to match. Unlike the dragons he knew now however… the dragon blood within him had remarkable control. He could think more clearly and at times he wondered if he could do more than what he himself already could do. He had the urge to push his limits, and to test how far all of this would take him. He shook his head, no! he had to get Harry back.

Harry was something even the dragon in him could not forget. Even though he hadn't placed claim on the boy in an intimate way, his dragon side saw him as his already. Probably because the little dragon was always around him and that he chose to be near him, and to think he was near other barbaric dragons made his blood run cold like thick ice.

"I will get you back Harry…Dumbledore will not have you again," He growled.

Nagini and Osiris watched silently from their perch, neither wanting to anger the Voldemort when the man was already furious. Both snakes shifted slightly towards one another to keep warm, since the Dark Lord was making it rather cold in the room. The room returned to its normal temperature as Voldemort sat behind his desk and got to work on planning everything that he could for upcoming events and planning plans on top of plans in case he needed another route.

The days that came after that night were horrible, and death eaters left and right were trying with all their might to avoid being near the dark lord as long as possible. Lucius and Snape had returned with news that Voldemort had not liked. He'd gone as far as blowing a few things up, before the house elves repaired it all once again. The wards around the area holding Harry were strong ones and no matter how many times Voldemort used the transport spell on Harry's collar it never seemed to work. On top of that Wormtail had gotten past the wards and spells only to come out with even more news that put the man in a vicious mood. What puzzled him was why Harry's form hadn't returned to its normal form, and he would figure that out later once Harry was safe again.

Dumbledore never told the tamer who the dragon was, and he never visited often. Most likely to keep him off the trail…which had failed, and he didn't know that because Voldemort was not letting Snape return to Hogwarts to allow it to be known. It also seemed Harry was not faring well in the least, having completely retreated into his mind and pushed his more basic dragon emotions forth to take the brunt of the blows dealt to him. From what he gathered Harry was more violent now than he had ever been, slashing out with fire and lightning. Anything that got to close was in danger of being scorched or turned to ash. Even the tamer was having a hard time dealing with him, but that didn't stop said tamer from causing harm to get Harry to settle down enough, mostly from pure exhaustion.

Bellatrix hovered like a panther waiting to strike, her eyes wild and ready to please the dark lord at any moment. Narcissa was silent in her worry for the boy she'd taken in, yet even she too had a fire in her eyes that promised pain for the one who dared harm her son. A week had gone by since that day and Voldemort had planned their next move thoroughly. The doors burst open and he looked to Snape who'd been approaching the room to update the status on Harry.

"Gather everyone now!" Snape quickly did as told and summoned everyone as ordered. Once everyone was gathered the watched as their lord walked to the middle of the room. A frown was set in place and his eyes as hard as frozen ruby stones. "We will strike tonight… when all are asleep we will strike fast and hard,"

He started to command everyone on what they were to do no one didn't have a job that wasn't important. Though, the bomb shell he dropped on them nest was unexpected. The dark lord was going with them, but not as they saw him when they'd first seen him again, after he'd gathered them the first time. He was going as a dragon himself, revealing that his form had been brought about by Orion himself. His blood in the ritual having been the cause of said change. That was all he told them before a growl left his lips in a warning, as he told them that failure was not an option. Everything went still and many, who did not know who Orion was, wondered what was so special about this young man that had their lord doing all he could to get him back.

Those who did know… knew well not to question it. They could see that the boy caused their lord to be calmer. If having Harry around was what their lord needed then they would get him back without question. Not to mention that said boy had gathered quite a few close comrades within the death eater ranks that were powerful to say the least. Even Bellatrix who often teased and attacked him for sport had grown fond of him to the point that even she was whispering ways to torture those who held him prisoner. During all of this however Voldemort had to pose as Orion in Harry's absence to keep the minister and Dumbledore off the scent that Evan was Orion as well.

Though, as the day drew on and night approached a thick aura of awaiting chaos and desolation waited on the horizon. Excitement among the death eaters was growing thick with blood lust, and everyone knew that blood would be shed that night. The chilling dark tempest was approaching and those who stood in its way… would perish with a scream of pain on their lips.

Next Chapter- Dark and Sickly

Hopefully I will have the next chapter up soon. On the plus side in three weeks' time the term will be over. I do not plan on taking Summer term, just so I can have some me time and relax my brain from all this mayhem.

Well everyone that is it for this chapter. Looking forward to your R&R's. See you all soon!