About a third of the way through this chap, I had no idea where I was going with it, then two days ago, I was hit with inspiration, and the rest just came out. This is a major chapter, but don't take my word on it, read it-
"Hi, Harry," a soft voice called out.
Harry looked in the direction the voice came from. He smiled slightly when he saw Susan Bones grinning at him.
"How were your holidays?" she asked, walking closer to him.
His smile faltered. His mind returned to the tragic event that had happened.
"That bad?" she questioned upon seeing his face.
"I don't really want to talk about it," he told her.
"No problem," the Hufflepuff replied.
"How were yours?" he asked.
"Okay," she shrugged. "My aunt managed to get a few days off of work, so that was cool."
"Yeah, pretty cool," Harry agreed.
"Did you do the Transfiguration essay?"
"Yeah, took me ages though."
"I know what you mean."
"Oi! Harry!" another voice drew the boy's attention. He turned to see Dean and Seamus walking towards them.
"Hey, guys," he replied.
"I'll see you around, Harry," Susan said before leaving.
Harry shrugged, and started to talk to his friends.
"What was that about?" Seamus asked him.
"What?" he replied.
"With Susan," Dean replied.
"Nothing, she just said hi," Harry shrugged.
The two other boys glanced at each other, then grinned at him.
"What?" he questioned.
"She fancies you, mate," Dean told him.
"She does not," Harry rolled his eyes. "She was just being nice."
"Whatever you say," Seamus laughed.
"What's so funny?" Ron asked as he walked up to them.
"Susan Bones fancies Harry," Seamus replied.
Harry shook his head.
"She does not. They're delusional," Harry argued.
"Whatever you say," Dean laughed.
"C'mon, let's go find Neville," Harry said, changing the conversation.
Kelly,
Has Mom gotten any better since I left? I know it hasn't been long, but has anything changed?
Everything here's the same as it was before. I haven't told anyone about what happened, so only the Weasley's know right now. I don't know if I should tell anyone, it's not exactly any of their business, but I should be able to trust them, right? At least I have Aunt Minnie here to talk to. I don't know what I would do without her.
Anyway, classes started again, and everything's going the same. Snape's still being Snape. Homework is still homework. The food is still excellent.
There is one major thing. Remember how, for Christmas, Dumbledore sent me a note telling me that my present was at school? Well, I got it. It's an Invisibility Cloak. It used to belong to my birth father, and Dumbledore thought I should have it.
How's everything going back home?
Love,
Harry
-oOo-
Dad,
I got back safe, Aunt Minnie made sure of that. The Weasley's said 'thanks' again for letting them come over. The twins also want to apologize again for trying to take apart the TV; they really didn't know what it was.
How's Mom? Has she gotten any better? Why can't I stay home until she gets better? I would feel a whole lot better than being all the way over here.
Please let me know if there is any news.
Harry
-oOo-
Mom,
I know people might question why I want to write to you, but it makes sense to me.
I miss you. Kelly misses you. Dad misses you. We know where you are, physically, but that's not really you. Well, it is, but not really.
Nothing much is new at Hogwarts.
Please wake up.
Love,
Harry
Harry,
There has been no change in Mom, or, none that they'll tell me about. We visit her every day, after I get home from school. It's weird not having her around all day. I love Daddy, and I missed him while he was gone, but I kinda wish he still was. Mom would be okay then.
Everything here's different. Everyone knows that something happened, so they are all treating me different. They're all acting like I'll break any second. It's driving me crazy. You may be able to tell a few people, but not a lot, and make sure that the people you tell won't tell anyone else.
So, does the cloak make you invisible? Like, completely invisible? That's cool.
Ms. Strom asked me about you, and how you are after what happened. I told her you're fine, but had to go back to school.
Dad's a lot more quiet now. He doesn't really talk much anymore. I think he misses her.
Write back soon, it's kinda lonely here.
Love,
Kelly
-oOo-
Harry,
Tell the Weasley's that it was no problem, and tell the twins that the TV has been on the fritz since they touched it. I'm about ready to just buy a new one.
You're Mom hasn't had any changes. I promise that the second something happens, I will let you know. I told you why you can't stay here. You need to go to school, Harry. She would want you to.
Stay safe, and keep up with your school work. Remember to talk to Aunt Minnie if you need someone to talk to.
Dad
"You okay, mate?" Seamus asked as he sat next to Harry at the Gryffindor table.
Harry looked up from the letters. He shrugged.
"Could be better," he simply replied.
"Miss your family?"
Harry nodded, and glanced up at the ceiling. The sky outside was dark, and snow was falling.
"Can't imagine it; having an ocean between you and your family."
"The distance isn't bad," Harry said. "It's just, some stuff happened over break, and it's still bothering me."
"What happened?"
Harry turned to look at the Irish boy. He seemed sincerely curious, but something held him back from telling the entire truth.
"My mom was in a car accident. She's still in the hospital," he summed up.
"That's harsh," Seamus whistled. "I hope she gets better."
Harry nodded.
"Thanks, Seamus," he said.
Harry wondered through the castle. He still had an hour until curfew, but he was skipping supper, and didn't want Aunt Minnie or Pomfrey to find him. Aunt Minnie might realize that he wasn't in the Great Hall, and come looking for him. Pomfrey, although not as close to the boy, seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to him being hurt, or avoiding dinner.
He froze when he heard both of their voices down the hallway. He looked around to find an escape route, and saw a door that was just slightly open.
He slipped inside, and closed it silently behind him. He spun around to find a place to hide. The room was full of desks that had been pushed against the wall. In the very center of the room stood a large mirror.
He walked closer to the mirror in a trance. He wasn't alone in the mirror. He was surrounded by people.
To his left stood the Gibbs family. His mom was awake and smiling, Kelly was laughing, and his dad had an arm around both of their shoulders.
To his right stood two people he didn't know, but did recognize.
"Mum, Dad," he whispered. The woman nodded.
He stepped forward, and touched the mirror where they appeared.
A large group stood behind him. He could make out some faces – Aunt Minnie, Dumbledore, and Ron to name a few – but some were strangers.
As he looked, he could see similarities between the strangers, and his biological parents.
It was his family.
A harsh cry was torn from his lips, and he turned away from the mirror. He didn't want to see it. He knew it could never happen, so why should he even bother dreaming.
"Found him," Aunt Minnie's voice said from the door.
He looked up to see her giving him a hard look.
He ignored the look, and rushed towards her. He threw his arms around her, and fought back the tears. She quickly pulled him away from the room, and he just registered the door closing.
"He found the mirror," she said.
Albus looked up from his papers in surprise.
"The mirror?" he questioned.
"That damned mirror you put in an unused classroom," she elaborated.
His face fell.
"He won't tell me what he saw, but I can guess," she told him.
"His family, all of it," he sighed.
"I think he's scared to look in it."
"He won't find it again, I promise."
Kelly,
I know what you mean. If Mom was okay, Dad would still be deployed. As much as I miss him, I want Mom better more.
I told some people that Mom was in a car accident. They have been treating me slightly different, but it's not too bad. Most of them don't know what cars are. Aunt Minnie is kinda treating me like I'll break, though. But, she's still upset as well. The others don't see a difference in her, but I do.
The name 'Invisibility Cloak' does kinda suggest that it makes things invisible, doesn't it?
Tell Ms. Strom I say thanks.
Love,
Harry
-oOo-
Dad,
You should buy a new one. We can surprise Mom with it when she wakes up.
I'm focusing as well as I can, but I keep getting distracted, and can't focus.
Please don't forget to let me know whenever something happens.
Harry
-oOo-
Mom,
I know you aren't going to read these for a while, but I'm going to keep writing them. I guess it makes me feel better. It makes me feel sure that you're going to wake up. You can't leave letters unread.
Please wake up, Mom. You have to wake up.
Love,
Harry
"They're gone," Harry sighed.
Dean nodded next to him. The brooms were no longer in sight. More importantly, neither was the crate that hung between them.
"Good," Dean said. "At least now Malfoy doesn't have anything to hold over our heads."
Harry nodded, smiling slightly at the thought of Malfoy in Aunt Minnie's office. He could imagine the Slytherin trying to tell her about Norbert, and Harry's involvement in the scheme. He could see her lip's thinning, and her nostrils flaring.
"You think Ron's hands gunna be okay?" Dean asked.
"Of course, Pomfrey's brilliant. He'll be fine soon," Harry said.
He glanced at his watch, and gave one last look at where the brooms had vanished.
"We should get back. Hermione's probably going crazy right now."
Dean laughed. "I bet Seamus fell asleep, and Neville is trying to calm Hermione down."
Harry laughed as well.
"C'mon, let's go."
They turned to the staircase, but froze when they heard the door at the bottom squeak open. They looked at each other, their eyes wide.
"The cloak," Harry whispered.
Dean understood, and grabbed the silky fabric from the floor. He threw it over both of them, and they moved to the farthest corner from the staircase.
After a few minutes, Filch slinked through the doorway. He kept muttering to himself as he looked around the tower.
He came within a meter of Harry and Dean, and they both stopped breathing for a second. Harry swore that the man was going to hear their hearts' beating, but he moved on.
"No lovebirds tonight," he croaked, and left the tower.
Harry let out a deep breath, and heard Dean do the same.
"We almost left the cloak up here," he whispered.
Dean groaned at the thought.
"C'mon, let's go," Harry said.
Gibbs brushed the hair away from his wives face.
"What's going on in that mind of yours, Shan?" he whispered to her. "Whatever it is, is it better than here? I hope not, cause then you may never come home."
He sighed, and pressed a small kiss to her cheek.
"We miss you. Kelly barely talks anymore. She rarely smiles, and never laughs. Harry didn't want to go back to school. All he wants is to stay here, with you," he paused for a second. "The house is so empty, with just Kelly and myself."
A flash of white through the window caught his attention. He turned to see Hedwig sitting on the window ledge.
"Speaking of Harry," he muttered.
He stood to go let the bird in, only to find a screen on the other side of the window.
"I'll be right out, girl," he told the owl, who hooted, and glided closer to the ground.
Gibbs turned back to his wife, and gave her another kiss.
"I'll be right back," he told her, and left the room.
It didn't take long to get outside, and once he did Hedwig hooted at him from a tree in the parking lot, by his car. He walked over to her, and she flew down to his shoulder. He took the envelopes from her, and flipped through them silently.
One for him. One for Kelly. One for Shannon. Just like last time. He slipped his and Shannon's into his pocket. He would read his once he got back inside, and Shannon's was going on her nightstand, with the first one.
He pulled out his keys, and unlocked the car. He carefully put Kelly's letter in the glove compartment.
He started to close the door when he was suddenly deafened, and hot air pushed him towards his car. He spun around to see part of the hospital collapsing. Flames were racing up and down the structure. People were screaming and running in every direction.
His mind went to someone who couldn't scream. Someone who didn't have a chance.
Slowly he lowered himself into the driver's seat in his car. His mind didn't want to work. It just kept showing him images of a beautiful redhead. The mother of his children. The love of his life.
Kelly looked up in surprise when she was called to the office. She was in Ms. Strom's class, and the teacher quickly signed her planner, and sent her on her way.
Dread began to fill her as she walked towards the office. What if it was bad?
She grew confused when she saw her dad sitting in the office.
"Daddy?" she questioned. Her voice was small and full of fear.
He turned to her, and the look on his face told her everything. Her bottom lip began to tremble, and her eyes grew wide. She let out a strangled scream, and fell to the floor.
Her sobs shook her body as he pulled her into a hug.
"Harry, I need to see you in privet," McGonagall said to the boy.
Harry looked up in shock. He hadn't realized she was there.
"I'll be back, guys," he said to his friends as he got up from the table.
She led him out of the hall, and towards her office.
His mind was racing. What could she want? It had to per personal, or she wouldn't have called him Harry, she would have stuck with Mr. Potter. A part of his brain wanted to think that his mom had woken up, but the rest of him wouldn't let him get his hopes up.
She opened her office door, and herded him inside.
The first thing he noticed was his father looking out the window. The man turned at the sound of the door opening, and Harry's heart sank.
Gibbs' eyes were sunken in, and hard. Harry could almost see tears in them.
"No," he croaked. "Please, no."
"Harry," his father whispered.
Gibbs shook his head, and Harry knew it was true.
Tears started to well up in his eyes. It couldn't be true. It shouldn't be true. How could she suddenly be gone? They said that she wasn't getting worse, so she shouldn't just suddenly be dead.
The next second, Gibbs had crossed the room, and pulled his son into his arms.
"The father is still alive," he hissed.
"He leave building, no my fault," the other man shrugged.
The first man pulled a stick out of his pocket, and the second pales slightly.
"I told you to get rid of them all, and you failed. I told you to get rid of the parents, and you failed. You can't hold up your end of the deal, so why should I hold up mine?"
"I try señor, I really try. Should both be dead. I get him next time."
"At the rate you're going, there won't be a next time. Maybe if you had killed them directly, instead of blowing the place up, it would have worked."
"Bomb was best, señor. With bomb, cannot find one target. Cannot find me. Cannot find you."
The first man watched him silently.
"If they do find you, it won't even mater," he grinned.
The second man's eyes grew wide. There was a flash of green, and it was over.
It was a relatively nice day for winter in Pennsylvania. The sky was blue and clear of clouds. The birds were singing their songs. The grass was dark green.
Only three people remained in the area. A man and two kids.
The man kept re-reading the words carved onto the stone in front of them. The girl was staring at the flowers she had put on the grave. The boy was staring into the distance.
The air grew cold, and the day grew dark before they moved. The man put a hand on each of the kids shoulders, and started led them away from the grave.
The girl said one last good-bye. Her voice broke halfway through the word. She had tried to be strong, but everything was too much for her.
The boy stepped closer to the grave, and stuck a piece of paper into the ground. He whispered his goodbye and walked back to the other two.
The man slowly led them back to the car.
Harry threw the stone as far as he could into the lake. It plopped into the water, and he fell back onto the grass. He stared out to the water for a few moments before leaning back to watch the sky.
He could feel the wet cold from the snow seeping through his shirt, but didn't care. It actually felt good on his sweaty skin. He caught his breath as he lay in the snow, then pushed himself up to a sitting position.
He could see Hogwarts across the lake, and was shocked at how far he had run. He had just wanted a break from everyone. He had just needed to get away. There were people everywhere he went in the castle, so he had put some sweats on, and left the castle. He hadn't meant to start running, but he had.
He stood up slowly, and leaned against a tree.
It had been a few weeks since he had gotten back and the news of what had happened had spread like fire. He didn't know who had let it leak, but he did know that if he ever found out whom, they would regret it.
He kicked a small pile of snow in frustration.
He was still mad at himself. He still thought that he could have expanded the magic shield just a little. If he had been just a bit more powerful, or a bit faster, she would be fine. She would be alive
He kicked another pile of snow, and brushed the side of a tree. A small spark of pain rose through his leg.
He paused and stared at the tree for a few seconds, before kicking it straight on. A much larger burst of pain filled his leg, causing his to swear. Tears of pain, guilt, and frustration started to fall from his eyes. He looked at the tree, and anger filled him. He continued to kick the tree until he couldn't take the pain any more. He fell into the snow, and kept crying.
After a while, he managed to sit back up. He whipped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand. He looked around, and noticed how long the shadows had gotten. He swore, and got to his feet.
He doubted he would be back at the castle by sun down, but he had to try. He took a step, and hissed at the pain that ran up his leg. He was tempted to sit back down, but the cold was finally getting to him, and he didn't want to anger Aunt Minnie any more than he already had.
He waded through the snow back around the lake. He could feel bruises form when he had kicked the tree, and walking on them was slow and painful.
It was dark by the time he got back to the castle. He was sure his feet were swollen, and bruises had started to coat his shins and knees from the amount of times he had tripped in the dark. His stomach hurt because he had missed dinner, and his muscles hurt from the run out. He was frozen to the bone, and his clothes were soaked.
He slipped through one of the doors that led to the courtyard, and started to make his way to Gryffindor Tower.
"Where have you been?" a voice asked when he was about half way there.
He flinched, and turned to see his guardian. She was standing in a doorway with her arms crossed.
"I'm sorry, I lost track of time," he stammered.
She walked closer to him, and put a hand on his forehead.
"C'mon, you're going to the hospital wing," she said.
He didn't protest as she led him through the castle. He was too tired to even try, and he could tell that she had been worried, so she would get her way either way.
"You've had everybody worried," she scolded him.
"I'm sorry," he said. He hated how small his voice seemed.
She looked at him. He was looking at the floor with his shoulders slumped forward. She stopped, and knelt in front of him. She put her hand on his cheek, and made him lift his head.
His eyes were red rimmed, and she could see the pain in them.
She pulled him into a quick hug before starting towards the hospital again.
Once they reached their destination, she knocked on the door loudly before entering. Pomfrey quickly came out of her closet. Her expression turned from worried to relieved when she saw Harry.
She quickly took him from McGonagall and sat him on the side one of the beds. She grabbed a clean set of pajamas, and handed them to him before closing the curtains.
After he changed, she performed a quick scan.
"What happened to you?" McGonagall asked when they saw his legs and feet.
"I was kicking a tree," he quietly said.
The women stared at him.
"Why?" Pomfrey questioned.
He looked towards the wall, but they could still see the tears starting to fill his eyes.
McGonagall felt her heart break. She let Pomfrey heal the bruises before pulling him into her arms. He broke down at the contact.
"Why does she have to be gone?" he kept gasping.
Harry stared at the card he was holding in his hands. It had been so long since he had even thought about the search for Flamel that it had taken him a few seconds to remember why the name was important.
His gaze was dull as he stared at the piece of paper. They had searched for so long, for him to find it on a Chocolate Frog card.
He put the card onto his nightstand as a reminder to tell the others the first chance he had.
He lay back in his bed and started thinking about what they knew. They knew Fluffy was guarding something related to Nicholas Flamel, and that the object had possibly been a target of theft from Gringotts. That was all they had known until now. Now, he knew that Flamel was connected to Dumbledore.
They suspected that whatever the object was, it was in danger still. Thanks to Neville's uncanny ability to blend into crowds and go almost anywhere unnoticed, they knew that either Snape or Quirrell wanted the object. Maybe now they could figure out what it is.
He glanced at the card, and the picture of his family caught his eye. His gaze lingered on his mom for a second before he turned over and pulled the blanket over him. He was asleep within minutes.
"You sure about this, Gunny?" a well-built man asked.
"I have to focus on my children, sir," Gibbs replied.
"Of course, I'll work everything out. You focus on your family."
"Aye, aye, sir."
Gibbs quickly went through the procedure for leaving the officers office, and made his way out of the building.
He had never thought that he would be retiring before he hit the twenty year mark; but he had also never thought that he would have as bad of a winter as he had just had.
Harry stared out the window of the defense classroom. He was barely listening to Quirrell as the man rambled on about some defense related thing. The sky outside was a pale blue, and a light wind was just moving the leaves in the forest.
He could see some students out on the grounds. Most were still wearing warm clothes, but a few felt as though it was warm enough to take their robes off, and lay around with short sleeves on.
A few weeks ago, Hermione had found Flamel in some ancient book from the library, and they realized that the object had to be the Philosopher's Stone. There was nothing else they had found related to Flamel that was worth enough to be protected in Hogwarts.
Harry jumped when someone touched his shoulder. He turned to see Susan Bones standing over him. The rest of the class was filing out of the room. Ron, Dean, and Seamus were grinning at him from the door while Hermione and Neville were pulling them away.
"Class just ended," she told him. "I don't think you'll want to be late to Transfiguration."
"No, that wouldn't be good," he said. "Thanks Susan."
"No problem. See ya later, Harry."
She smiled at him, and turned to leave as well. Harry shot a look at his friends who had just disappeared through the doorway.
He quickly packed his stuff and started to move towards the door. A noise from Quirrell's office stopped him, however. He paused, and could just figure out that it was talking. He inched towards the office door, and strained his ears to make out words.
"…you sure? It could be too soon," the professor's voice was saying.
"Yes, tonight is it," a strange voice responded.
"But we have yet to figure out Snape's guard."
"It matters not. I am sure that whatever it is, I can deal with it."
"Yes, master."
Harry's eyes grew wide, and he quickly left the room. He jogged slightly to catch up to his friends, but didn't catch them until after they had reached the Transfiguration classroom.
"I'll tell you after class," he whispered to them as he slipped through the door.
He could focus on McGonagall's class just as well as he had in Quirrell's. His mind kept slipping back to what he had heard in the last class. Finally, the class was over.
His friends looked at him, expecting him to follow them out the door. However, he walked up to the professor instead.
"Can I help you, Mr. Potter?" she questioned, aware that his friends were still in the room.
"I think Professor Quirrell is going to try to steal the Philosopher's Stone tonight," he told her.
He could hear the gasps from his friends behind him. McGonagall took her reading glasses off, and looked closely at him.
"How do you know about that?" she asked.
Harry squirmed slightly. He glanced back at his friends for some support.
"It's a long story, professor," Hermione spoke up.
"We can tell you after we're sure the Stone is safe," Harry quickly said. He could hear a few gasps from his friends.
McGonagall's eyes grew dark, and Harry knew that he had almost crossed the line.
"How do you know the Stone is in danger?" she questioned.
"I heard Quirrell talking to someone in his office. He said that they are going to do it tonight, and that they don't know what Snape's guard is, but the stranger said he could deal with it. Quirrell called the stranger his 'Master," he quickly explained.
McGonagall looked at him for a few moments, and he was scared that she wouldn't believe him.
"I'll talk to the headmaster," she finally told him. "I want you lot to stay here until I get back."
Harry nodded, and she left the room.
"What was that?" Ron asked him the second she closed the door.
"When I was leaving Quirrell's class, I heard him talking to somebody in his office. Quirrell was questioning whether they should do something tonight, and the stranger was sure of it. Quirrell said that they still didn't know Snape's guard yet, but the stranger said that it didn't matter. There's a good chance they were talking about the Stone. Hagrid did say that a lot of the professors are helping to protect it," he quickly told them.
"Including Quirrell," Hermione spoke up.
"Which is how he must know the other protections," he countered.
"He has a point, Hermione," Ron said.
"Who do you think the stranger was?" Seamus questioned.
"I have no idea," Harry replied. "It definitely wasn't a voice I recognized."
They talked until McGonagall came back with Dumbledore. Harry had to retell what he heard, and then they had to tell exactly how they knew about the Stone. Harry could tell that they weren't happy with them going out after dark, but neither said anything. Yet, anyway.
"Promise me that you will not try to protect the stone yourself, Harry," Dumbledore said when they finished the story.
Harry looked straight into the man's eyes. "I promise, but what are you going to do about Quirrell?"
"I am afraid that you will have to wait to know that, Harry. For now, however, it is time for all of you to go get supper."
They recognized his words as a dismissal, and quickly left the classroom.
Once they were gone, McGonagall turned to Dumbledore.
"What are you going to do, Albus?" she asked.
"You will see," was all he said before leaving the room.
McGonagall rolled her eyes at his dramatics, and sat down at her desk. She shouldn't have been surprised that Harry and his group managed to figure everything out. The boy had always had a knack of figuring out secrets. She would just have to trust Albus.
As much as she trusted Harry, on the other hand, she wrote a note down to check on them during the night to make sure they hadn't gone after Quirrell.
"At last," a voice gasped.
Dark red eyes stared into the mirror before him. He could see himself gaining control of the Stone, and making himself a new body. It was right there. The Stone had to be close.
"Such a long fall you have taken, Tom," a voice cut through his musings.
He used his control of the body to turn it around. He scowled when he saw the one and only Albus Dumbledore sitting against a wall.
"It is such a shame, you know. You could have been great," the old man said, as he stood up and walked towards the mirror.
"I am great," he hissed.
Dumbledore just shook his head, and raised his wand.
"Have a good break, Harry," a soft voice said through the open doorway.
Harry spun around to look at the source. He smiled slightly when he saw the Hufflepuff.
"You too, Susan," he replied.
She sent him a grin before vanishing in the crowd of the aisle.
"I'm telling ya, she fancies you, mate," Seamus told him.
"Whatever," Harry shrugged, but turned slightly red.
His group laughed when they saw his blush.
"Looks like he fancies her too," Neville said.
Harry wanted to say something, but he had to admit, she was cute, and very nice. He just wasn't interested in girls yet. Not that way.
"Leave him alone," Hermione laughed.
"Thanks, Herm," he said.
She glared at him at the use of the nickname.
"Forget what I said, go at him all you want," she told the others.
Harry pretended to be hurt.
"So, what're your plans fer the break?" Seamus asked them all.
Yup, major chap. Please don't kill me for killing Shannon, and please no flames for how I did it, comments and questions are fine, but no flames. I have my reasons for everything that happened. It's also farther from cannon than I had planned at the very beginning. Remember that, when I wanted to stick as close to cannon as possible? Well, that went out the window. It is also kinda choppy through parts of it, and I'm sorry for that. I don't own the characters.
Oh, and I looked randomly the other day, I have 400 reviews, and I want to thank EmmyMK for being number 400!