It's taken a bit longer for me to get this chappie up cuz I've been sick. Wanna know why? Because a certain potions master got all pissed at me for not having more of him in this fic, and so i've been cursed to cough up a lung! *blah!* I can't even bloody BREATHE! Damn you Potions Master! Okay, enough of my ramblings. On with the story!
Chapter 11- Body Between Worlds
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Madam Pomfrey watched as two wizards entered her hospital after dinner. //Right on time// She smiled to herself, and then prepared herself to check their bandages.
"He's still asleep then."
"Unconscious..." Madam Pomfrey corrected.
Snape leaned over and looked at Harry, making sure he wasn't just pretending to be asleep and really listening in. He seemed satisfied with Madam Pomfrey's diagnosis, if you could call it satisfying.
"May we speak of the incident at hand, now, Headmaster?" He had waited until now to talk to Dumbledore about everything that had taken place during the day, as Dumbledore had had his nap, and Snape had classes to teach.
"What are you telling the students, Albus?" Madam Pomfrey sponged Harry's feverish head lightly, and made a move to check Dumbledore's bandaged hand.
"A Blinkerbug bite." Dumbledore told her as she unbandaged his hand. His eyes twinkled with mischief.
"A Blinkerbug? Albus, you can't be serious. I haven't treated one of those in nearly two decades. They're all dead in this region."
"Precisely why the students will believe it to be some prank gone horribly wrong. Blinkerbug bites are terribly painful, and cause burning of the skin, and with the amount of screaming Harry's done today, hopefully they'll believe it."
Madam Pomfrey gave a sudden snort and gave Albus his hand back. "Fast healer, as usual. You're perfectly fine. Not even a scar to show for it." She moved aside Albus and took Snape's arm. "Now it's your turn, Severus."
"I'm perfectly fine-"
"Good, because I'm still checking it." She took his arm firmly but gently, and unwrapped the bandage. He winced as she peeled back the last piece of cloth. "Severus...It hasn't healed..." //At all...//
"Don't expect that accursed piece of flesh to heal so easily," he said brusquely. He looked down at the dark mark upon his arm and wished it would've burnt itself right off.
"This should speed things up a bit. Don't look at me like that, Severus. You are to keep this bandage on until it heals right up, and see me every day until it does." She gave the fresh bandage a good pat to run her point home, and turned back to Dumbledore.
"What really happened today, Albus? And I don't want to hear 'Blinkerbug bite'."
Dumbledore looked at Snape and then down at Harry. He lowered his voice. "There are terrible things at work here, Poppy. I fear that they may have something to do with Voldemort." Poppy gasped and looked down woefully at the young sleeping boy. "Harry's scar and Severus'...mark are connected to him in one way or another, sometimes sharing both pains and pleasures." He stopped and looked to the potions master. "Severus, I believe you had a theory," Albus said gently, noticing how Snape grasped his left forearm.
"Yes, Headmaster." He let go of his arm and glanced down at Harry. "I was working in my office, today, when it happened. I was filling potions for Poppy's stores-" he motioned to the hospital potions cabinet, "-when my mar-...arm started to burn. It was like stabs of fire and needles of ice at once, all concentrated on my connection to the Dark Lord." Poppy looked sadly from Snape to Harry and back to Snape. Now she knew what pain the boy must have been in.
"Something has happened with him," he continued. "I can guarantee that. But I can't be positive if it was felt by all who are connected to him. I suggest that any plans to invade the enemy stronghold wait until we are sure of what has occurred."
"Wise words indeed, Severus." Albus stooped down to touch Harry's forehead. He felt nothing out of the ordinary. "I can only hope that whatever has happened, has happened in favor of the side of Light."
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It was the middle of the night when Harry woke up. He sat straight up in his bed very quickly, feeling more than a bit lightheaded and detached, with a curious sense of dej a vu.
//Where am I?// He remembered seeing a bright white light, and thought for a moment that he might be in heaven. Upon further inspection, he found it to be the hospital wing. //Oh. Well, at least I'm not dead.//
"Nooo...Not dead, Harry Potter..."
"Wha?" Harry looked at the Dractnox directly in front of him. //Oh yeah, I almost forgot about those guys.//
"You did not forget..."
"Will you please stay out of my head?" Harry looked straight at the Dractnox, trying to convey his seriousness through his eyes, if not his voice. He noticed just how intensely amber its eyes were, and just how shadowy the thing actually was. "Alright?" Harry noticed the footsteps of someone approaching his bed, and saw a familiar platinum head headed his way. "What are you doing here so late, Draco?"
He expected some sort of retort, like why was he talking to 'himself', or why he had ended up in the hospital again, but it didn't come.
"I'm so sorry..."
"What?!" An apology from Draco Malfoy was the last thing in the world that Harry ever expected to hear. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm so sorry this happened to you...I...I should've listened before..."
"Are you crazy, Malfoy?! What's wrong with you?" He was talking as if Harry was still asleep, or like he wasn't really there. "Are you feeling okay?"
"...I shouldn't have gone with my father...I know now...If I'd have said something...after I got back..."
"Are you running a fever or something?!" Harry was getting rather scared of the way Malfoy was talking to him. //He must be ill or hexed or something must be up// Harry moved to put a hand to Draco's forehead, and it went right through.
"AH! What's going on!?!" Harry looked at his hand that had went right through Malfoy's skull like water through a net. It didn't look as solid as it should have. More see-through syrup-like than a solid. "Malfoy! Did you do this to me?!"
"-I didn't think about it at the time...It shouldn't have happened..."
"Will you shut up and answer me?!" He tried to shake some sense into Malfoy, but when he touched him, he went right through. Or fell through is more like it; right out of bed. He was lighter than air, and his light-headedness and detached feelings were making themselves rather prominent at the moment.
"What's going on?!" He yelled at Malfoy out of fear and frustration. Malfoy merely continued to mumble apologies and whatnot even though Harry was now on the floor behind him. He looked where Malfoy's attention was directed, and nearly screamed. Lying in his bed, where he was only a few seconds before, was himself.
Harry. Him. He.
//What's going on?! Is that me? Am...am I dead?// He tried touching his body, or at least what he was pretty sure was -his- body, with one shadowy hand. It went right through.
"Oh God I'm dead! I'm really dead!"
"Nooo Harry...Not dead."
Harry turned around to face the Dractnox he was staring at only minutes before. "What's wrong with me?! Is that me there? Answer me!"
"That iss you asssleep. You arrre only unconscious in your bed."
"What do you mean?! How am I there and here?" Harry was growing frightened and more than a little freaked out with Malfoy speaking but not listening. "Am I dreaming?" //Must be a nightmare! I got hurt or hexed or something, and this is just a nightmare!//
"No, not a nightmare, and you arrre not dreaming. Your body of the human world iss unconscious in that bed. Your body between the worldss liess here."
"What do you mean by that?!"
"You arre between the worldss like Dractnox now. You are one of them, and not one of them."
Harry was getting scared, which was leading to anger, and he found himself shouting. "I can't be one of you! When did this happen to me?! Tell me everything!"
"You arre one of the Dractnox and you arre not one of the Dractnox, Harry Potter. You arre a creature of shadow and a creature of light." Harry looked at his body, and found himself to be made of the same stuff the Dractnoxes were. "Thisss was made possible when you surrendered yoursself to the pain your human body felt, and when the wizard you call Dumbledore forced it out. You were forced from your human world body."
"But...I...why?" Harry tried to recollect the things that had put him in this situation. The Midst potion, the training he was supposed to be undertaking, and then studying with Ron and Hermione. He furrowed his shadowy brow and thought how crazy his life was going. //That is, if I still have a life to return to...//
"You do..."
"What do you mean?"
"You arre a Dractnox, but not a Dractnox."
"Okay, I understand that. I'm in your world so that makes me one of you, but I'm not purely one of you, but I am...um...I think I'm confused...how long am I stuck this way?"
"That iss undecided."
//I guess these things don't have all the answers//
"Not for another Dractnox. We are one and many."
Harry was annoyed. //What do these riddles mean? Not for another Dractnox? So I'm a Dractnox? Fine then. They are one and many? Like...bees making a hive? One collective whole. Alright. So I'm a bee. I'm a big, scary, shadowy bee. Now what should I do?//
Malfoy was getting up to leave, after having left something in a brown paper package on Harry's bedside table. "I really hope things turn out for you...This never should have happened..."
"Malfoy! Wait! Don't go!" Harry's shouting fell upon deaf ears, and Malfoy left the hospital wing. He was left to his pondering again, and desperately wished that either Ron or Hermione were there with him. //That reminds me...//
"Dractnox?" he said, and felt a strange sort of pulling inside himself. "What caused the pain...the burning...today at the lake? What did it?" No sooner than he asked was the information he wanted poured upon him like some great sea, and he felt himself drowning. So many sounds and sights and information was he given that he didn't know how to comprehend it all. "S-s-stop..." The sights and sounds all died and he was left with himself and the Dractnox again. "What was that?"
"The answer to your question."
"W-was it? Can you give me the same -answer-, but about a hundred times slower?"
The Dractnox did as it was told, and suddenly all the sights and sounds and information made sense. He saw himself at the lake, relaxing more than he had ever done before. Then he found himself staring at one of the most loathed -things- on the face of the Earth: Voldemort. He was hunched over a box or bottle or something that apparently held his interest, and was chanting a spell of sorts on it. He removed a shiny metal blade from his robes, and made a cut in his own hand, dropping crimson onto the item of the hour. This resulted in a loud explosion, which flung him across the room. Harry didn't understand what he was seeing, but it pleased him greatly to see his most hated enemy handled in such a fashion. Voldemort got up from a heap on the floor, his eyes glowing murderous red and destruction written on his face. He whipped out his wand and screamed a terrible curse at the object.
Harry was taken back to the lake, just in time to see himself hunched over in pain and screaming, clutching his head. Hermione and Ron were shaking him, trying to get a response. He watched as Hermione transfigured a twig, and suddenly he was in the dungeons of Hogwarts, a place he wasn't too fond of. He watched speechlessly as his potions professor clutched at his arm in pain, flinging phials of potions every which way off of his desk, which shattered on the floor. Harry was then treated to some sort of a view he couldn't quite understand. He saw himself, Professor Snape, and Voldemort all on the floor in one place or another in searing, blinding pain.
//Good. If Voldemort was experiencing the same thing, then good.//
Harry's attention was brought then to the item that Voldemort had tried unsuccessfully to destroy. It was some sort of a gem. Or a little piece of glass. It was smeared with his blood, and seemed to be in one way or another hurting him.
"So that thing caused the burning in my scar?"
"Yesss...and the bleeding..."
"Bleeding?"
"Your scar bleed from the pain you experienced."
//Ah yes...Dumbledore helped me...I think...But why was I made like this if Dumbledore helped me?// He went to sit down on his bed, then saw himself lying there, and nearly had a panic attack. He was so comfortable in questioning the Dractnox that he forgot he was...sort of...one, and that his real body was lying unconscious on the cot.
"What do I do about that?" He pointed to his body on the cot. "Can I just like...climb back in?"
"This is unsure..."
"You're a Dractnox! Nothing is unsure for you! You know everything! Don't you?!"
"Not of another Dractnox. We cannot predict for ourselves."
"And that means me, since I'm one of you, right?"
"Yesss."
"Dractnox," he felt that pulling inside that he didn't like, "Can this be reversed? Can I return to my human world body?"
Scenes flew before him one as incomprehensible as the next. In all the fury of pictures and sight and sounds, the little human part that was left of Harry passed out into the oblivion.
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Dun-Dun-Dun! Hey, what do you want? I'm bloody ill! I actually think this is one of the most accurately named chapters I've done in a while. I'm dreadful at names...
Thanx for reviewing me guys! I got a sudden reality check realizin' that you guys really like this crap I call fanfic! I LUV YOU ALL! You're truly the bain of my existence! *hands out tea cakes and root-beer* Yep, my treats got a little better! Root beer is the drink of the Gods, so drink up! Yum! *hands out cookies and punch -Especially- for ParanoiaIn2005* hee hee!
PhoenixPadfoot89: Being as sick as I am couldn't keep me away from updating! well...at least not for too long:) i hope you liked what happened with Harry. That was the product of the hallucinatory illness i was under the influence of:D
ParanoiaIn2005: Yay! I'm so glad that I'm not going too overboard with this story(truth is, sometimes I think i'm a bit -too- descriptive). I'm so very happy that I've won you over! *gives a very Homer-Simpson-esque 'WOO-HOO!'*
mrs-osbourne's-class: Wow! You've stuck with me that long?! You still think I'm funny after all these chapters?! Yay! *i luv u!* I hope I'm good at suspense! *cough* CliffHangerQueen *cough cough* Hee hee! Glad I'm not too boring =^..^= Now if only my english teacher could understand that...
Katani Petitedra: GAH! Not the EVIL COOKING UTENSILS OF DOOM!(--tm of Katani Petitedra) Heh-heh! Thanx for the threats! They help! but now what kind of an author would I be if I didn't live up to my title as the "Cliff Hanger Queen"? Oh look, here's another for your fancy!
Chapter 11- Body Between Worlds
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Madam Pomfrey watched as two wizards entered her hospital after dinner. //Right on time// She smiled to herself, and then prepared herself to check their bandages.
"He's still asleep then."
"Unconscious..." Madam Pomfrey corrected.
Snape leaned over and looked at Harry, making sure he wasn't just pretending to be asleep and really listening in. He seemed satisfied with Madam Pomfrey's diagnosis, if you could call it satisfying.
"May we speak of the incident at hand, now, Headmaster?" He had waited until now to talk to Dumbledore about everything that had taken place during the day, as Dumbledore had had his nap, and Snape had classes to teach.
"What are you telling the students, Albus?" Madam Pomfrey sponged Harry's feverish head lightly, and made a move to check Dumbledore's bandaged hand.
"A Blinkerbug bite." Dumbledore told her as she unbandaged his hand. His eyes twinkled with mischief.
"A Blinkerbug? Albus, you can't be serious. I haven't treated one of those in nearly two decades. They're all dead in this region."
"Precisely why the students will believe it to be some prank gone horribly wrong. Blinkerbug bites are terribly painful, and cause burning of the skin, and with the amount of screaming Harry's done today, hopefully they'll believe it."
Madam Pomfrey gave a sudden snort and gave Albus his hand back. "Fast healer, as usual. You're perfectly fine. Not even a scar to show for it." She moved aside Albus and took Snape's arm. "Now it's your turn, Severus."
"I'm perfectly fine-"
"Good, because I'm still checking it." She took his arm firmly but gently, and unwrapped the bandage. He winced as she peeled back the last piece of cloth. "Severus...It hasn't healed..." //At all...//
"Don't expect that accursed piece of flesh to heal so easily," he said brusquely. He looked down at the dark mark upon his arm and wished it would've burnt itself right off.
"This should speed things up a bit. Don't look at me like that, Severus. You are to keep this bandage on until it heals right up, and see me every day until it does." She gave the fresh bandage a good pat to run her point home, and turned back to Dumbledore.
"What really happened today, Albus? And I don't want to hear 'Blinkerbug bite'."
Dumbledore looked at Snape and then down at Harry. He lowered his voice. "There are terrible things at work here, Poppy. I fear that they may have something to do with Voldemort." Poppy gasped and looked down woefully at the young sleeping boy. "Harry's scar and Severus'...mark are connected to him in one way or another, sometimes sharing both pains and pleasures." He stopped and looked to the potions master. "Severus, I believe you had a theory," Albus said gently, noticing how Snape grasped his left forearm.
"Yes, Headmaster." He let go of his arm and glanced down at Harry. "I was working in my office, today, when it happened. I was filling potions for Poppy's stores-" he motioned to the hospital potions cabinet, "-when my mar-...arm started to burn. It was like stabs of fire and needles of ice at once, all concentrated on my connection to the Dark Lord." Poppy looked sadly from Snape to Harry and back to Snape. Now she knew what pain the boy must have been in.
"Something has happened with him," he continued. "I can guarantee that. But I can't be positive if it was felt by all who are connected to him. I suggest that any plans to invade the enemy stronghold wait until we are sure of what has occurred."
"Wise words indeed, Severus." Albus stooped down to touch Harry's forehead. He felt nothing out of the ordinary. "I can only hope that whatever has happened, has happened in favor of the side of Light."
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It was the middle of the night when Harry woke up. He sat straight up in his bed very quickly, feeling more than a bit lightheaded and detached, with a curious sense of dej a vu.
//Where am I?// He remembered seeing a bright white light, and thought for a moment that he might be in heaven. Upon further inspection, he found it to be the hospital wing. //Oh. Well, at least I'm not dead.//
"Nooo...Not dead, Harry Potter..."
"Wha?" Harry looked at the Dractnox directly in front of him. //Oh yeah, I almost forgot about those guys.//
"You did not forget..."
"Will you please stay out of my head?" Harry looked straight at the Dractnox, trying to convey his seriousness through his eyes, if not his voice. He noticed just how intensely amber its eyes were, and just how shadowy the thing actually was. "Alright?" Harry noticed the footsteps of someone approaching his bed, and saw a familiar platinum head headed his way. "What are you doing here so late, Draco?"
He expected some sort of retort, like why was he talking to 'himself', or why he had ended up in the hospital again, but it didn't come.
"I'm so sorry..."
"What?!" An apology from Draco Malfoy was the last thing in the world that Harry ever expected to hear. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm so sorry this happened to you...I...I should've listened before..."
"Are you crazy, Malfoy?! What's wrong with you?" He was talking as if Harry was still asleep, or like he wasn't really there. "Are you feeling okay?"
"...I shouldn't have gone with my father...I know now...If I'd have said something...after I got back..."
"Are you running a fever or something?!" Harry was getting rather scared of the way Malfoy was talking to him. //He must be ill or hexed or something must be up// Harry moved to put a hand to Draco's forehead, and it went right through.
"AH! What's going on!?!" Harry looked at his hand that had went right through Malfoy's skull like water through a net. It didn't look as solid as it should have. More see-through syrup-like than a solid. "Malfoy! Did you do this to me?!"
"-I didn't think about it at the time...It shouldn't have happened..."
"Will you shut up and answer me?!" He tried to shake some sense into Malfoy, but when he touched him, he went right through. Or fell through is more like it; right out of bed. He was lighter than air, and his light-headedness and detached feelings were making themselves rather prominent at the moment.
"What's going on?!" He yelled at Malfoy out of fear and frustration. Malfoy merely continued to mumble apologies and whatnot even though Harry was now on the floor behind him. He looked where Malfoy's attention was directed, and nearly screamed. Lying in his bed, where he was only a few seconds before, was himself.
Harry. Him. He.
//What's going on?! Is that me? Am...am I dead?// He tried touching his body, or at least what he was pretty sure was -his- body, with one shadowy hand. It went right through.
"Oh God I'm dead! I'm really dead!"
"Nooo Harry...Not dead."
Harry turned around to face the Dractnox he was staring at only minutes before. "What's wrong with me?! Is that me there? Answer me!"
"That iss you asssleep. You arrre only unconscious in your bed."
"What do you mean?! How am I there and here?" Harry was growing frightened and more than a little freaked out with Malfoy speaking but not listening. "Am I dreaming?" //Must be a nightmare! I got hurt or hexed or something, and this is just a nightmare!//
"No, not a nightmare, and you arrre not dreaming. Your body of the human world iss unconscious in that bed. Your body between the worldss liess here."
"What do you mean by that?!"
"You arre between the worldss like Dractnox now. You are one of them, and not one of them."
Harry was getting scared, which was leading to anger, and he found himself shouting. "I can't be one of you! When did this happen to me?! Tell me everything!"
"You arre one of the Dractnox and you arre not one of the Dractnox, Harry Potter. You arre a creature of shadow and a creature of light." Harry looked at his body, and found himself to be made of the same stuff the Dractnoxes were. "Thisss was made possible when you surrendered yoursself to the pain your human body felt, and when the wizard you call Dumbledore forced it out. You were forced from your human world body."
"But...I...why?" Harry tried to recollect the things that had put him in this situation. The Midst potion, the training he was supposed to be undertaking, and then studying with Ron and Hermione. He furrowed his shadowy brow and thought how crazy his life was going. //That is, if I still have a life to return to...//
"You do..."
"What do you mean?"
"You arre a Dractnox, but not a Dractnox."
"Okay, I understand that. I'm in your world so that makes me one of you, but I'm not purely one of you, but I am...um...I think I'm confused...how long am I stuck this way?"
"That iss undecided."
//I guess these things don't have all the answers//
"Not for another Dractnox. We are one and many."
Harry was annoyed. //What do these riddles mean? Not for another Dractnox? So I'm a Dractnox? Fine then. They are one and many? Like...bees making a hive? One collective whole. Alright. So I'm a bee. I'm a big, scary, shadowy bee. Now what should I do?//
Malfoy was getting up to leave, after having left something in a brown paper package on Harry's bedside table. "I really hope things turn out for you...This never should have happened..."
"Malfoy! Wait! Don't go!" Harry's shouting fell upon deaf ears, and Malfoy left the hospital wing. He was left to his pondering again, and desperately wished that either Ron or Hermione were there with him. //That reminds me...//
"Dractnox?" he said, and felt a strange sort of pulling inside himself. "What caused the pain...the burning...today at the lake? What did it?" No sooner than he asked was the information he wanted poured upon him like some great sea, and he felt himself drowning. So many sounds and sights and information was he given that he didn't know how to comprehend it all. "S-s-stop..." The sights and sounds all died and he was left with himself and the Dractnox again. "What was that?"
"The answer to your question."
"W-was it? Can you give me the same -answer-, but about a hundred times slower?"
The Dractnox did as it was told, and suddenly all the sights and sounds and information made sense. He saw himself at the lake, relaxing more than he had ever done before. Then he found himself staring at one of the most loathed -things- on the face of the Earth: Voldemort. He was hunched over a box or bottle or something that apparently held his interest, and was chanting a spell of sorts on it. He removed a shiny metal blade from his robes, and made a cut in his own hand, dropping crimson onto the item of the hour. This resulted in a loud explosion, which flung him across the room. Harry didn't understand what he was seeing, but it pleased him greatly to see his most hated enemy handled in such a fashion. Voldemort got up from a heap on the floor, his eyes glowing murderous red and destruction written on his face. He whipped out his wand and screamed a terrible curse at the object.
Harry was taken back to the lake, just in time to see himself hunched over in pain and screaming, clutching his head. Hermione and Ron were shaking him, trying to get a response. He watched as Hermione transfigured a twig, and suddenly he was in the dungeons of Hogwarts, a place he wasn't too fond of. He watched speechlessly as his potions professor clutched at his arm in pain, flinging phials of potions every which way off of his desk, which shattered on the floor. Harry was then treated to some sort of a view he couldn't quite understand. He saw himself, Professor Snape, and Voldemort all on the floor in one place or another in searing, blinding pain.
//Good. If Voldemort was experiencing the same thing, then good.//
Harry's attention was brought then to the item that Voldemort had tried unsuccessfully to destroy. It was some sort of a gem. Or a little piece of glass. It was smeared with his blood, and seemed to be in one way or another hurting him.
"So that thing caused the burning in my scar?"
"Yesss...and the bleeding..."
"Bleeding?"
"Your scar bleed from the pain you experienced."
//Ah yes...Dumbledore helped me...I think...But why was I made like this if Dumbledore helped me?// He went to sit down on his bed, then saw himself lying there, and nearly had a panic attack. He was so comfortable in questioning the Dractnox that he forgot he was...sort of...one, and that his real body was lying unconscious on the cot.
"What do I do about that?" He pointed to his body on the cot. "Can I just like...climb back in?"
"This is unsure..."
"You're a Dractnox! Nothing is unsure for you! You know everything! Don't you?!"
"Not of another Dractnox. We cannot predict for ourselves."
"And that means me, since I'm one of you, right?"
"Yesss."
"Dractnox," he felt that pulling inside that he didn't like, "Can this be reversed? Can I return to my human world body?"
Scenes flew before him one as incomprehensible as the next. In all the fury of pictures and sight and sounds, the little human part that was left of Harry passed out into the oblivion.
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Dun-Dun-Dun! Hey, what do you want? I'm bloody ill! I actually think this is one of the most accurately named chapters I've done in a while. I'm dreadful at names...
Thanx for reviewing me guys! I got a sudden reality check realizin' that you guys really like this crap I call fanfic! I LUV YOU ALL! You're truly the bain of my existence! *hands out tea cakes and root-beer* Yep, my treats got a little better! Root beer is the drink of the Gods, so drink up! Yum! *hands out cookies and punch -Especially- for ParanoiaIn2005* hee hee!
PhoenixPadfoot89: Being as sick as I am couldn't keep me away from updating! well...at least not for too long:) i hope you liked what happened with Harry. That was the product of the hallucinatory illness i was under the influence of:D
ParanoiaIn2005: Yay! I'm so glad that I'm not going too overboard with this story(truth is, sometimes I think i'm a bit -too- descriptive). I'm so very happy that I've won you over! *gives a very Homer-Simpson-esque 'WOO-HOO!'*
mrs-osbourne's-class: Wow! You've stuck with me that long?! You still think I'm funny after all these chapters?! Yay! *i luv u!* I hope I'm good at suspense! *cough* CliffHangerQueen *cough cough* Hee hee! Glad I'm not too boring =^..^= Now if only my english teacher could understand that...
Katani Petitedra: GAH! Not the EVIL COOKING UTENSILS OF DOOM!(--tm of Katani Petitedra) Heh-heh! Thanx for the threats! They help! but now what kind of an author would I be if I didn't live up to my title as the "Cliff Hanger Queen"? Oh look, here's another for your fancy!