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The Chasm

Chapter 13

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Hermione stumbled out into the Ministry, falling to her knees as magic washed over her. She sucked in great gulps of air, watching as first Constance and then Severus came through after her.

"Severus!" Constance stood shakily. "It worked. My gods…we make it!"

Severus quickly grasped her waist before her legs gave out. "Miss Granger?"

"I am fine…Ron said the first time was the hardest." She looked up at Snape in question.

"Not unlike the call of the mark. I am quite accustomed to it."

"They will be here in a moment." Hermione pulled herself up, brushing off her trousers and lifting her head. "You should get Constance out of here. Harry will…has spoken for you but…I don't know what they will…"

"Too late," Constance muttered, pulling out of Snape's embrace and nodding to black lines of smoke that heralded the coming of the Aurors and other Ministry officials.

"Mione!" Harry's voice cut the air. "What…"

A palpable silence filled the chamber as Auror after Auror spun in, only a handful fully recognizing who stood in front of them, but sensing by the actions of Harry and Hermione that something was terribly wrong.

"Snape," Harry gasped, looking between him and Hermione.

"Mr Potter," Severus returned with a smirk. "My, it seems there is something other than a willing female that can render you speechless."

Harry turned to Hermione, ignoring the chuckles behind him. "Where is Sirius? And…Ron? Mione? What is going on here?"

"Sir?" One of the Junior Aurors called Harry's attention away, waving his wand toward Constance. "Her picture is on the board in the break room. That's Mulciber's widow."

"Widow? Thank goodness," Constance quipped to Hermione's amusement, soliciting laughter from some of the newer Aurors.

"It appears one problem is solved," Severus raised his eyebrow and looked at her quizzically. "The next and obvious question is what happens now, Potter. It appears my hope to return unnoticed is quickly diminishing."

"Severus!" Kingsley appeared in a mist of inky darkness and strode up to the dark wizard, slapping him on both shoulders. "I never did believe your body was lost. Even the stupidest Auror would have recognized you and taken delight in being the one to haul your dead carcass out for everyone to see. And who do we have here," he turned to Constance, "ah, yes…the one I was not supposed to know about. Percival, collect their wands then take these two to my private office and send your father down. Tell him they have returned."

"She needs a Healer," Constance said, clutching Snape's arm. "We did what we could but if she doesn't get a new potion she will…"

"Fine, fine." Kingsley waved her off.

"Yes, sir," Percival Weasley stepped up, indicting that Snape and Constance were to join him, casting a nervous look to Hermione. "My brother will be following soon?"

"Percy, I…no," Hermione said softly. "We can talk later."

"What do you mean no?" Harry demanded. "You were right behind me. Sirius made it out…he was with you and Ron."

"Mr. Potter!" Kingsley said, his voice carrying the authority of his position and cutting the chatter behind him. "Stand down, Mr. Potter. We intend to question her fully. However, this is not the place."

Hermione watched as Severus and Constance disappeared with Percy. Then seeing Harry turning angrily on his heel and taking his squad with him, she and Kingsley were suddenly alone. The Minister stood watching her closely; his hands clasped behind his back, his normally friendly face a study of controlled anger and rage.

"Do you have any idea of the problems you have caused?"

"Yes, sir," she said meekly, swallowing back tears.

"Ivan has been dismissed from his position and has been thrown out of Durmstrang in disgrace and Potter only has his position pending a full investigation at which time he may yet be terminated."

"Ivan should be proud of whom he…"

"His crime, Miss Granger, was not only insubordination but in allowing you access to restricted areas, circumventing Durmstrang's security for personal gain as well as his failure to report to his superiors the fact that he trained you in fighting methods, something they do not allow woman. Further, if he sets foot back in the UK, he will face charges for supplying a portkey to a Ministry restricted area. It is only because of the Ministry's policy of keeping this infernal room secret that I still have my position and Potter is not on his way to Azkaban. However, I suspect that to change shortly if this makes it into the Daily Prophet."

"I…I'm sorry…I didn't know… I…"

"You didn't think."

"When Harry…came back, he…he had two…"

"They are fine…now. However, the youngest…a girl I believe… spent a few days in the hospital with frostbite and hypothermia. We were lucky that Mr. Potter had a strong Patronus or we would have lost all three. They spent six hours on that wasteland with no covering."

"Hermione!" Arthur Weasley came running up the ramp to the rune. "I heard you were back. Ronald?"

"Mr. Weasley…"She started, only to have her voice crack. "He…I…"

"Hey," Arthur stepped closer and tipped her chin up. "It's always been Dad. Even after your problems you always called me Dad."

She flung her arms around him and sobbed into his neck. Spilling out the fact that Ronald had stayed back to ensure her safety. She slid to the floor in front of him, unable to keep her legs from shaking as sobs racked her body.

"Hermione? Where is Ron?" Arthur went down on one knee, forcing her head up to look at him. "When is he coming?"

"He's not," she sobbed. "He's not. He can't get out…he…"

"Get her to out of here," Kingsley said, his face darkening. "We don't need more security in here with her like this."

"Kingsley, hold on a minute…"

"Take her to your office until we get this sorted and find a Healer but tell him to keep his mouth shut about who it is," Kingsley said. "We don't need this tried in the public if it goes to court, which it will if news of this gets out."

"I'll have her write a statement. Hermione? Would you do that for me? Write down every thing that happened while it is still fresh in you mind?" Arthur asked kindly, holding back his own questions.

"I can try." She struggled to stand, glad for something to do. "I don't think I'll ever forget it though."

"We will have Snape and Mulciber do the same. Harry gave us his statement already. They just need to make sure all the stories match before you have time to talk to each other."

"I don't understand…what are you looking for?" Hermione said evenly, fighting for her composure.

"It is standard procedure. Miss Granger, you have broken the law, you and the others. We need to get to the bottom of this and make sure it will not happen again." Kingsley spoke slow and evenly. "One, you gained illegal access to this chamber. Two, you used an illegal portkey. Three, and by far the most serious, you put our entire world at risk breaking the security of this veil. I am sure you are aware to the Secrecy and Security Act. Furthermore, I will tell you this, if you are responsible for Mr. Weasley's demise there may be more charges levelled against you."

"It's not a…"

"I have spoken to Mr. Potter. If this … this research and exploration connects our world to the Muggle, our very existence is in jeopardy. What do you think may have happened if you tumbled out elsewhere? No, Miss Granger, you have quite enough to worry about without adding to it. You will do as you are told until we sort this out."

"Mr. Weasley," she said, lifting her chin, feeling Arthur's hand gently take her elbow. "Dad? He's not coming back, but you will stop the divorce? Please?"

"Hermione," Arthur whispered into her ear, "come with me and don't worry about that now. They will try to…"

"No, I mean it," she said pulling back. "I don't want it…not now…not after what he did for me. He's not coming back. He can't. All the gates were closed and he…you wouldn't understand, not until you hear the whole story."

"Hermione, I can't believe that. Not until we have listened to what Snape has to say and…I can't believe that." Arthur's grip on her arms intensified and he helped her up. "We have to keep hoping."

Once she was settled into Arthur's office, Hermione began writing, starting on the morning they had left her apartment, including Ivan's part, and her insistence that no one would be the wiser, making a point to say it was she that had tricked him and making the port key had not been his idea. She detailed the meeting with Sirius and the near disaster that sent Harry off with the children and Sirius back to Mara. Describing the trek across the plains and Snape's rescue, she stopped to relive the cramp in her hand, considering how she could best explain the fact that it was mark that kept them trapped. Pausing she looked up and saw the outer office empty, the windows already darkened.

She didn't mention her own illness or Ron's continued care. Each time she put the quill to paper, she skipped on to the next point, unable to put into writing what she knew now was their last time together.

"Dad?" she peeked her head out of the office. "Do you know when Constance took Snape off? Was it the same day as the battle?"

"No, if I remember it was a good week after. "

"Is she going to have to stand trial?"

"Yes, but not for what you may think. Kingsley has all the evidence he needs to clear her of any wrongdoing before and during the war. She worked closely with Snape and was responsible for passing a lot of valuable information to us. However, there is the matter of a certain Healer that is still up on the incurable ward. Speaking of which…we need to get you one, they never sent one up. I asked for the same one that took care of Harry and the kids. We can trust him."

"I forgot." She dug in her pockets and brought out the small journal with the list of names Snape had surrendered before they knew what Ron had planned. "I can't size it without my wand, but Kingsley will want to take a look at it. If the Healer's name…the one that Constance cursed… is listed it may help her."

"Do I have your promise…a real promise…that you will stay here while I take it to him?" Arthur frowned at her.

"Of course." Hermione turned back to the desk, realizing he was telling her that if she left it would be his job on the line next.

Hermione puzzled the fact that Constance had been able to use the mark after the Dark Lord was already dead and wondered how such a spell could work if the creator was not the one to instigate the call. Pacing in Arthur's office she suddenly stopped and clapped her hands loudly calling out to Millie, gratified when the sound of the small elf popping in filled the room.

"Millie," she cried, falling on her knees in front of Snape's elf. "Have you heard? He is back. Your Master has returned."

"My's Master?" Her eyes grew large and filled with tears.

"Yes, he is…"

She was suddenly kneeling alone staring at the spot Millie had only a moment ago occupied. Cursing her stupidity for not asking for what she needed before informing the elf of the current news, she stood and went back t the desk and continued writing. A short time late, her attention was called to a flurry of activity in the outer office.

"Mrs. Weasley!" Kingsley's voice rang out above the clamour. "Explain yourself! You are under investigation yet you continue to meddle?"

"Kingsley, she is upset enough…" Arthur started.

"Obviously not enough to stop!" He pushed by Arthur and headed for the inner office, causing Hermione to walk backwards from the door.

"What is the meaning of this? We are in the middle of an investigation and I now have an elf trying to run the show."

"What? I only wanted to ask a …"

"We ask the questions, you answer."

"Ronald is still in there you big oaf," she hissed. "Do you think I can just sit here knowing…"

"It is hard enough for his family as it is. Do no hold out false hope," Kingsley said quietly, jerking his head toward Arthur that stood behind him.

"Mr…Dad, listen to me…please…make them listen. How did she get there? If Voldemort was already dead how did she do it?"

"What are you thinking, Hermione?"Arthur frowned.

"I don't know. Maybe it's nothing…but I have to keep trying. How long did Snape say Ron has? I am sure you asked him."

Kingsley looked at Arthur uncomfortably before muttering, "A week, maybe a little more. He is reading over the books on dark arts we took from the Malfoy place hoping to find something there."

Hermione looked at the clock and furrowed her brow in thought. "He must be figuring Ron will just keep going deeper and deeper to a safe area. Not fighting. If he does, and you know he would, it may buy him some more time. He won't just give up…he'll fight. Snape doesn't know him…not like he is now. He would only think we were still kids."

"I would like to …"

"Damn it Kingsley…stop…just stop and listen. I have to try…we have to try…we have to at least be sure there is nothing we can do. You owe him, this whole bloody world owes him at least that much," Hermione raged. "You don't know what that place is like…we can't let him die there…not there…not alone. I have a pocket full of books. Books I can't read without my wand…I want my wand."

"What did you want from Severus's elf?" Kingsley relented, sitting wearily at Arthur's desk.

"More books, on spells, and…I want to talk to Constance and like I said…I want my wand."

"That's all?" he snorted. "You talk to no one. Not even Snape until we know what the hell went on in there."

"No, I want more." She looked up at him coldly. "I want a week. A week and you can do whatever you want to me. I don't give a fuck what you do, but I have to try!"

"Three days, and you don't talk to Snape or Mulciber…not until we are done with them. We still have unanswered questions concerning Voldemort that we willhave answered without interference."

"Kingsley," Arthur said quietly, "I will be responsible for her."

"You know what will happen if she…"

"He's my son, Kingsley. I've lost one and unless you want to tell Molly you let another die without trying to help you will let me do this."

Kingsley studied Arthur's face finally nodding as he stood up. "I should have my head examined for this. One more thing, you are not to contact Ivan, he has enough to worry about."

"Will you at least tell him how sorry I am?" Hermione asked. "If I had known this could have happened I would have found a different way."

"Exactly why he said he helped," Kingsley gripped. "Since you were going anyway he wanted to make it as safe as possible."

The sound of voices in the hallway stopped Kingsley from saying more. He gave Hermione a warning look before telling the Healer that he was not to discuss the patient and instructing him that if she needed continued care she should be taken to the Ministry's Infirmary on the ninth floor.

After the Healer examined her leg, casting further healing spells and frowning at the scar that was forming. He gave her three different potions, clicking his tongue at her refusal to go to bed.

"Whatever did this is going to leave an ugly scar," he said, raising his eyebrow in question.

"I don't care about that. Just give me something for the infection."

"You don't understand, if this was caused by magic, and I see…"

"No, it wasn't," she cut him off. "Just leave the potions."

"You waited too long. I'm afraid the infection and resulting tissue lose will hamper a full healing and you will never regain normal strength. You will find it difficult to run, even to spin into an apparation. If you use this leg, you should relearn to spin into it on your other, and stay off high-heels. They put so much stress on…"

"Just the potions," she repeated, glaring at him and sitting impatiently until he closed up his bag and left.

Hermione asked Arthur to take her back to Hogwarts and spent the rest of the night locked up in the Hogwarts Library. In the morning, Arthur shoved a plate of breakfast in front of her with a cup of steaming tea and two more vials of medicine. She swallowed the potions, aware that this was the reason Ronald had chosen to stay behind, almost choking on the bitter brew. The first bite of breakfast stuck in her throat as the sudden image of Ronald as he had sat in the library flashed in front of her eyes.

"Come on girl," Arthur said. "You have to eat something. How about just eating some the toast with your tea?"

"If he has to hide under the store room he won't even have food or water," she choked. "From there the only way out is through the outside door…if…"

"If he had to move he would take supplies, he wouldn't lock himself without what he needed. Hermione, we still have time. Now, tell me what you are looking for."

"The mark. Constance said she used it to take Snape there…but Voldemort wasn't there. It had to mean more than just a way of calling his loyal. There has to be more."

"He could use it as well. At least that is my understanding. If he were injured, or thought he could escape he could have used his own mark…like a … a portkey…to go to his manor," Arthur said with a frown. "The Order always set anti-apparition spells if we got him cornered. We always hoped to trap him until more of us could get to the battle. Remember the Ministry? Bellatrix managed to get into one of the floos, but Voldemort got through the anti-apparition shield. Although when it was all over, the shield was still up. We never could figure out how he did it. Even Snape couldn't get the spell from him."

"You've been able to talk to them?"

"No, but I had access to their reports before Kingsley sealed them. They headed up here as well, but I haven't seen them. Whatever is going on is on the hush."

"It shouldn't have worked after he was dead. That's the part that's off. I can understand the Voldemort was able to…to call himself to his manor, but not that Constance could do it after he was dead."

"I am not sure, Hermione. Is it possible that the mark was keyed to his manor as well? Does it have to be on a living person?"

"I don't know, I just know that if someone wears the mark and goes in like Snape and Mulciber they have to come out the same way and with him dead…I don't know." Hermione snapped her head up. "Can you get me down to the dungeons?"

"No, not now. I will see what I can do," Arthur said softly as he caught sight of Potter waving him over to the doorway. "Hold on."

"Kingsley wants her back," Harry informed him. "He doesn't want her here and Minerva is worried the school will be brought into the whole thing."

"Tell him she is with me, Harry, and tell Minerva I have spells set…no one knows she is here. Tell him she will not be able to interfere with Snape if that's what he is worried about," Arthur whispered, then laid his hand on the younger man's shoulder. "You should talk to her."

"I can't, Dad. Kingsley wants me to stay out of it. He thinks she may try to hide something. Listen, she won't tell you the truth, not if she thinks it's going to hurt you. She won't lie, she never has, not really, but she just won't mention something that may hurt you…or me if she doesn't think it's important. You know how she is."

Arthur turned back and looked at Hermione who already had her head bent back over her books while she scribbled notes on a Muggle style legal pad. "She hasn't eaten more then two bites of toast, and won't even put milk in her tea."

"Make sure she takes her potions. She will forget those as well," Harry sighed loudly. "Snape said he closed all the gates into and out of the place. He said Ron agreed that since he couldn't make it out anyway, he wanted to make sure nothing else did either. It doesn't look good, Dad."

Arthur lowered his head and nodded. "So, even if she finds something…"

"It won't work Arthur. It won't work. It's not getting in…she may find a way to do that…but then what? We let her go back and die with him? You run off to save him, leave Molly and be killed? Fuck, it there was a hope…no matter how small…I would go…but there's not. There's no way out and if his brother's think they can rush in and do something you will lose them too."

A week passed with Hermione never leaving Hogwarts. She slept in Snape's old quarters and combed through every book she could find. Pouring over the tomes Snape had given her and the books in the dungeons, she was not able to put together any ideas of how a mark used to call someone to the Dark Lord could now be used to get Ronald out. She had just showered and was dressing when she heard movement in the outer chamber. Wrapping a robe around herself, she went out to see who it was.

"Mrs. Weasley," she said softly, seeing Molly waiting uncomfortably, noticing how much older the witch looked than she had the last time they had seen each other. "I didn't know you were coming."

"I wanted to see you, and to…to thank you. I know you have done everything you can," Molly said warmly, and then opened her arms as Hermione flew into them. "There, there dear. No one blames you. Ronald was always one to run off on an adventure. He loved you, you know."

"I know," Hermione sobbed into the older woman. "I want him back."

"We all do," Molly said softly, pushing her away and wiping her own tears away. "Arthur says you have been at this day and night."

"I…I think I may have missed something. Something important."

"I have spoken to Kingsley. He thinks you can all avoid going to trail if you plead guilt to the charges. A simple matter really. There will be a small fine to pay but nothing more and he has promised not to make an issue of it."

"Harry?"

"We will take a written reprimand in his file and not be eligible for promotion for three years. A small thing it is. He agreed to it to keep the secrecy of the veil."

"He should have fought…"

"And what? Go to trial? Risk everything he has worked so hard for? Announce to the world that there is a veil hidden at the Ministry? No, child. This way he loses nothing and his file will be purged when the three years are up."

"Snape and Mulciber?"

"She will spend five years on probation for using an unforgivable but not see the inside of Azkaban. It seems they were aware she was helping our side all this time but were afraid if it came out, she would be in danger from the Dark Side. Remember when Arthur was attacked in the Ministry? Well, it would have been much worse. It seems she just happened to be in a near by chamber and dropped a bookcase to the floor. The noise was enough to stop the attack. She didn't know what was happening…with Arthur, but she knew Voldemort was down there. To think we could have lost him."

"Probation, that's good," Hermione sighed. "Ten years in that awful place is enough."

"Now you get your things and come with me," Molly said, trying to smile. "We are having a little get together at The Burrow."

"I don't think I can do that," Hermione smiled thinly. "Not yet. Not now."

"Wilhelm and Nada will be there."

"How are they? Truly?"

Molly sighed and shook her head sadly. "It will be a while before they are able to be normal again. Wilhelm hovers over Nada, not letting her out of his sight and she bursts into tears at the drop of a hat."

"Poor babies," Hermione sighed. "Harry and Ginny will have their hands full."

"No, it's Andromeda that wants them. As Sirius' only living relative she is claiming them. I must say little Teddy gets along well with them and even Nada seems comfortable with her."

"Sirius would like that he wanted them to know about the Black name. Oh, I almost forgot." Hermione hurried to her outer robes and dug through the pockets, pulling out the talisman Sirius had given her. "This is for Wilhelm. Sirius wanted him to have it. He wants them to know…that he loves them and that he and Mara…"

"I will give it to him and when you are able, you will tell him what his father said," Molly said sternly, taking the talisman and dropping it in her pocket. "It is important that they see you, that they know he's not dead, that you saw him go back. I am sure that's what they think but are afraid to ask."

"They were so scared. I can still hear Nada's screams," Hermione admitted.

"Arthur sends this." Molly pulled out Hermione's wand and handed it to her. "I wish you would come with me."

"I can't, not yet, not…no…not yet." Hermione gave her another hug and walked her to the door.

"Would you tell Harry that I'm going home tonight? I know he may not want to see me right now…he…I know he doesn't blame me…but he still…just tell him I understand and that I will be at home."

"He is having a hard time," Molly said sadly. "Ronald and Sirius…then having Andromeda take the children…he is trying to cope."

"I don't know how you are doing it. I was afraid to see you," Hermione choked back her sobs. "I was afraid you wouldn't want to talk to me."

"Ah, child." Molly gave her a warm hug. "I have my moments, I would be lying to say I do not, but you are always welcomed at The Burrow."

Hermione walked her to the gates and watched as Molly apparated away, then returned to the Dungeons and packed up what little she had in the castle. She hid the books Snape had given her on his bookshelves, using his method of deception, knowing that they would be safe until she found somewhere more secure. With a glance around, making sure she did not leave anything behind, she went back to her small apartment in London.

It felt strange to be back. Walking through the rooms, she found in hard to believe she had lived her for over eight years and could only remember the times Ronald had been home. It was not her home, not any longer. After two weeks, she still could not shake the feeling that she was a stranger in her own home and knew it was time to move on. Sighing, she began to pack, knowing that if she stayed here she would never be able to put what had happened behind her.

She had a hard time sorting out Ron's things, not that there was much that was still his, but every thing he had left behind reminded her of better times when they had been a couple. In the end, the only thing she kept of his was a small box on the top cupboard shelf. Opening it, she had found her wedding band among other mementoes, some of which had little meaning to her, but she knew they all added up to the sum of Ronald's life.

Slipping the ring back onto her finger she held up her hand, wished that there were still such a thing as time turners, and wondered if indeed any had survived the war. Tugging the ring off and putting it back, she inspected some of the other things he had found important enough to keep. There was a white queen from some old chess game she did not understand, a small round flat stone that reminded her of a story he told her about Fred's teaching him to skip stones, and a dried flower that she recognized from Ginny's wedding. Pushing the trinkets around the bottom of the box she knew if she bothered to count them, there would be one piece for each of his brother's and one for each year at Hogwarts. Sadly, she picked up a card that held Dumbledore's picture and remembered their first train trip to school and how he had explained collecting the cards to Harry.

Her resignation to the museum went unquestioned and Frank finally stopped trying to contact her when his calls and posts went unanswered. After a couple of months, she gave up her London life and moved to a small room over Flourish and Blots, advertising her skills as an interrupter and translator. In the mornings, she would walk the alley, on occasion stopping in at the Weasley shop and taking a cup of tea, feeling more welcome each time she walked in.

"I am going up to the cemetery this afternoon," George said one day in an off hand manner. "Thought you would like to go with me."

"No, I've decided I won't go there," Hermione said, sipping her tea. "He isn't there and it is not the way I want to remember him. I know it is supposed to help…but no, George, I won't ever go there."

"Bill is going back in the morning. He's been home since Rona…for three months now. Mum's doing better and he's done up at Hogwarts for some time now, so he said it's time he got back to work."

"I would have liked to see him. Last time I saw him I was nasty to him. You know…the whole it was his fault Ron left home in the first place. Tell him something for me? Tell him I'm sorry and the next time he is in town to stop by?"

"He didn't take it seriously," George chuckled. "Bloody hell girl, you still act like an only child, even after all this time with us. When you come from a clan as big as the Weasleys, you don't take any thing like that seriously. It's sort of a rule…you know…don't believe anything someone says in anger…Mum's idea."

"I thought she always said not to take what anyone said seriously because they were joking," she laughed.

"That too."

"So what kept Bill around so long? Up at Hogwarts you said?"

"That journal that Snape found…the one with the list of names, Bill and Snape were undoing the spell that turned them into Inferi. Dumbledore knew where to find the spell. The only problem was each spell had to be done separate for each name and they can't even be sure it works."

"The Inferi in Voldemort's world?"

"That's the thing, they can't be sure it will work with them so far. If it does…well, at least their souls can rest."

"George? Did they ever…you know…mention what…with your brother?"

"Don't even think that," George said with an unusual edge to his voice. "Inferi are made…by magic…not by…"

"I'm sorry," she sighed loudly. "I just keep having these dreams. You know the type, the ones where nothing makes sense and when you wake up you know are impossible…but the scare the bloody hell out of you anyway."

"Here," George said, reaching of a clear globe that sat on a nearby shelf. "If you need to talk, even in the middle of the night, just talk into this. I know those rooms over Flourish's don't have floos."

"Thanks." She smiled and tucked in her pocketbook.

"So, how is the business doing?"

"Fine, I am writing a book." She avoided his eyes as she reached for her teacup. "I still have to figure out what the bloody runes mean. Only now, I think I will be able to figure it out."

A/N: I had planned this ending from the beginning, leaving it with Hermione's future plans. However, as the story progressed I realized I wanted to tie the beginning back to the end, and wanted to write a new ending. So, if you do not like this one…keep reading. However, I will say now, thank you for reading…and for those that reviewed a special thanks… and the next chapter is for you.