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Chapter 15: Maybe a Not-So-Happy-Birthday

Stacey splashed water on Lily as they climbed out of the water. Lily squealed and nudged her. They had been going to the lake just a short walk outside of Godric's Hollow every day since the day Lily got back. When they were still kids, Lily had loved swimming, but with all the pressure of work at Hogwarts, and the lake inhabited with Grindylows and the Giant Squid, she really had never ventured to go swimming since she had left. They clambered out of the water and laid back in the grass, side by side, staring up at the puffy clouds and blue skies.

Stacey laughed. "You know, tomorrow, you're turning fourteen. We have to celebrate."

Lily rolled her eyes. "Yeah, 'Cause I'm sure you'd just love to be tortured to death by my family. James and Albus will probably having you run out of the house screaming within five minutes. Trust me; you do not want to celebrate my birthday."

It was Stacey's turn to roll her eyes, smoothing her wet, brown hair out of her face. "No, we're going to have a party for you. But not with your family. No, I've already set up a party at the diner. Everyone we went to school with when you were still here will be there."

Lily groaned, although she did love the diner. It was a sort of hang out for the teenagers, with the old jukebox still in place, and the guy that owned it let practically anything happen there. She had been to a couple of parties there, where they had dancing and a ton of fun. Those were always the best parties. "But nobody probably even remembers me," she whined. "Why make us all go through the same torture?"

Stacey laughed. "Are you kidding me? I dropped a hint to Anna that I had been talking to you, and the whole school went ballistic, asking me if you were in town this summer. You were like the most popular kid in school, Lils. Nobody could forget such a… special person as you."

Lily nudged her. "Stop telling lies. I know nobody's going to show up. Why even bother?"

Stacey rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll waste the time on making your party amazing and you show up around six, deal?" She smirked. "And if at least fifteen people come, you have to give me one of your birthday presents."

Lily laughed incredulously. "Fifteen people? Are you serious? I'm not sure I even hung out with that many people in grade school!"

"Just leave it to me," her friend answered, and that was that.

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Lily woke up the morning of her birthday to smell sausage frying and something really good. Pancakes? Waffles? Unable to resist the excitement of her fourteenth birthday and the smell of sausage, she flipped the covers off of her lean body and raced down the stairs in pajama bottoms and her dad's oversized shirt that she had worn to bed since she was five. She saw that the boys' doors were open, but they weren't in there, and if they were up, they would be making a ton of ruckus and probably trying to dump water on her to wake her up.

She padded barefoot into the kitchen to find her mother hard at work on a three-layer cake, one layer already finished and producing an intoxicating smell. Ginny turned to see her daughter wriggle onto the bar seat at their counter. "Happy birthday, Honey!" she exclaimed. "I'm just making your cake; it probably won't be ready for a couple of hours. But I'm surprised that you're up so late."

"Eh," Lily answered nonchalantly, snagging a piece of sausage and toast off of the plates in front of her. Ten thirty wasn't too late of a time to get up. It was considered a miracle if Hugo woke up before noon. "Where is everybody else?"

Ginny smiled. "Your brothers went to Diagon Alley to pick up your gift, and your father is finishing up some work at the Ministry. He should be back in an hour or so."

"No, he won't," Lily told her, her eyes slightly unfocused. "There's been another murder, and he's tracking whoever did it. He won't find them though."

Ginny paused in stirring the vanilla batter (Lily had adamantly refused any chocolate on her cake although she loved it before) and resisted the urge to shudder. She had seen a lot of things, not nearly as much as Harry, but the calm way her daughter could see the future still frightened her. "Well—it seems that there's something else going on today," she told her, trying to smooth the moment over.

But Lily wasn't having any of that, and her emerald eyes were still seeing things that weren't in front of her. "Who's coming today?"

"Um, the Malfoys," she choked. "Your father needs to talk to Mr. Malfoy, and we invited the whole family. I thought that maybe Astoria and I could talk a little while you and the boys hung out. They were going to come next week, but they had a change of plans and had to come today before they left for Italy."

"Scorp is coming?" She asked, jumping up from her seat. "That's brilliant! I feel like I haven't seen him in ages! Mum, can he come to my party tonight?" She grinned, innocently looking to her mother for acceptance.

"What party?" Ginny asked, her brown eyes watching her suspiciously.

"Oh," Lily explained, startled that she had forgotten to tell her mother. "Stacey wanted to throw me a birthday party at the Diner, and she said she was going to invite all our old school friends. Can't he come please? I was going to see if James and Al wanted to come, too."

Ginny rolled her eyes, returning to the cake. "If his parents allow it. Remember, Lily, he wasn't raised around muggles like you were and his family can be a bit particular about it. I'm not sure if Mr. Malfoy would want his son doing that."

"Oh, posh. Scorp's parents would be fine with it. When are they coming?"

With a slight smile, she said, "At one, so your room had better be clean, missy. And would you walk the dog? He desperately needs some exercise other than pacing the backyard."

But Lily was already reaching for the leash they used on their gigantic lab dog. "Done!" she called as she slammed the back door shut. Ginny sighed, rolling her eyes. She could remember her being as old as Lily. So much was going on then; perhaps Lily would turn out to be a better young lady without that sort of pressure. She shook her head. No time to worry about such things now.

Lily raced out the back door, her ponytail swinging behind her. Suddenly she was tackled by their great black lab, Oreo. His great paws pinned her down as he licked her cheek. Oreo was a pure black dog except for the little white tip of his tail that looked like it had been dipped in paint, as Albus always claimed. The Potter family had had Oreo since Lily was two, and they practically grew up together. When James and Al had left Oreo for Hogwarts, he spent his night curling up on little Lily's bed and taking up half the space. Since she had left, he tried to move in with Harry, but he was roughly shoved out of the bed, seeing as three is a crowd. "Down, boy," Lily said, trying to push him off between fits of laughter.

When she finally managed to sit up, she put the leash on him, which was more or less a chain, seeing as he was so huge. He heard the clank of his collar and shot off to the door of the fence, knowing that it meant he was in for a walk… or a run. Lily twisted the leash a couple of times around his arm so he wouldn't get loose and undid the latch to the fence door, pushing it open just a crack in the process.

And Oreo took off like a bullet, pulling Lily along with him, whether she managed to stay upright or not. She stumbled and quickly regained her footing, running to keep up with him, but eventually she pulled on the leash, completely out of breath. Oreo slowed, panting loudly as he actually started sniffing around at his surroundings. She realized that he had taken her straight to the graveyard, and she shuffled, thinking that he probably came here out of habit since her father visited it daily whenever he routinely walked Oreo.

She reached her hand out to touch the cool iron gate that was too cold for midsummer. An impulse wanted her to gently open the gate and look around. Oreo sharply tugged on his leash as he stretched to sniff the grass just out of his reach, startling her out of some sort of trance, and it was like she could suddenly see clearly, like she had put on glasses. The ominous cemetery was quiet, the only noise being the whistling breeze, but a woman with dark hair and malicious smile gestured for her to come closer. Lily stumbled backwards, pulling on Oreo's leash. He had noticed the woman and started growling protectively, his teeth barred. She tugged on his leash with all her might, but the dog adamantly refused to budge. What was Mortellea doing here in Godric's Hollow? With a sharp tug that almost choked Oreo, she finally managed to get him to back away from the graveyard. Hectic, she started running although she still had a stitch in her side from running the first time. They ran until Lily basically collapsed at the memorial in the square of her grandparents and dad.

Oreo sniffed at the memorial suspiciously. Lily wiped her hair out of her eyes that was damp with sweat. Sighing, her forehead met the cool stone the memorial had been shaped from. Would Mortellea try to follow her? If so, she was a sitting duck, but the adrenaline was retracting from her blood and she could sense that the danger had passed. Her chest heaving, she stood up, her legs shaking from the exertion. She guided Oreo back to their house, pausing at the old ruins of her father's old house at the end of the street. Like the memorial, it only appeared to wizards unaccompanied by muggles, but where there had once been a nursery, only the shattered remains of the house was in its place. On an impulse and despite the danger she had just escaped, she opened the little iron gate and made her way up the little path to the front door until Oreo whined tugging backwards on his leash.

Oreo never backed down, he was never frightened by dogs because there were very few larger than him, but he whimpered like a scaredy cat. Lily finally came up with the brilliant idea of tying his leash to one of the spikes on the fence, leaving him outside. Hurrying before she chickened out, she quickly walked up the overgrown path and settled her hand on the door handle. She tried to turn it, but it was locked. She pulled out her pin and broke in. Technically it wasn't breaking in though, because it would belong to her father, right? When the door finally opened, it creaked loudly like one of those haunted houses, and Lily glanced around to make sure no one was looking, even though no one had any reason to come down this way unless wizards were sightseeing. With another deep breath, she stepped inside, shutting the door behind her.

She began to curse herself, seeing as it was pitch black inside, but suddenly, light flared through the house. Everything was perfect, like someone lived here. Not a speck of dust had gathered anywhere, and the furniture was not home to rat nests or anything else. In fact, Lily almost screamed when she saw that the house was inhabited by people, a couple and their child. Except they looked exactly like the family from the memorial. The man, with messy black hair like her father, glasses, and hazel eyes was holding a bowl of candy, rooting around for something good. "Don't' we have any good candy, Flower? Harry's not going to have a very good childhood if you only buy him the nasty candy."

A woman that looked so much like Lily herself sighed. In one arm, she held a little baby with no scar on his forehead and tufts of black hair. With her other arm, she snatched the bowl of candy away from the man. "James," she said in a tired tone. "You know that I got this stuff so you wouldn't gorge on all of it and leave nothing for the little kids. If I let you have your way, Harry's teeth would already be rotted out."

He sighed. James Potter took out his long wand and tossed it on the couch before sitting in the armchair. "This is so boring. When can Padfoot come? I haven't seen him in forever. I hate being trapped in this stupid house." He kicked over one of what must have been Harry's toys that resembled a brightly colored tricycle.

Lily Potter sighed. She handed baby Harry to James, kissing him lightly on the mouth as she did so. Harry smacked his father's face with a bubbling giggle. "You know I don't like it, either, James. That doesn't mean you can go around being all grumpy about it. Think, you have plenty of time to spend with me and Harry. If you were still working as an Auror, you'd hardly ever get to see us with all these attacks."

"But I'd be doing something," he whined, bouncing Harry on his leg. "Here, there's only so much I can do. I want to be out there, stopping this from happening. I could be doing so much out there, but I'm stuck here with nothing to do but read Sirius's letters and the Daily Prophet, which is just a bunch of hocus pocus anyways. I hate this."

Lily sighed, throwing her own wand beside James's and leaned over James again, placing feather-light kisses on his face as he struggled to get his lips to hers and she successfully evaded, bringing a smile to his lips. "Honey, Dumbledore said that this would be—" At that moment, the doorbell rang, signifying some little trick-or-treat-er had come.

James leaped out of his seat, handing Lily the baby at the same time. "I'll get it. Gives me something to do in this damn place."

"James," Lily snapped at his language. Her face softened. "I love you."

He looked at her a moment. "You've always known I love you, Lily."

She smiled. "I'm going to lay Harry down for bed."

As he ran to the door he said, "Woman, that child is never going to have any of my good marauder sense if you keep treating him this way." They both chuckled. Lily evans Potter walked into the next room with Harry, and Lily Luna Potter, unsure of what to do, hovered in the space between the hallway and the living room.

James opened the door to find a hulking figure, even taller than him who was no short man. It was too dark to see beneath the cloak, but with a shiver of dread, Lily Luna already knew who it was as he raised his wand to point at James. "Lily, run! It's him! He's found us!"

Lily Luna bit back a scream as Voldemort uttered the two words that sent James falling to the floor as a lifeless corpse. With an evil snicker, Voldemort stepped over the dead body and progressed to the nursery. Lily flew to the ground beside James, checking for a pulse even though it would be useless. Her hand, which was completely solid to her, slipped right through his body. Unsure if this meant that it was the scene or Lily that was insubstantial, she leapt to her feet and raced into the nursery before Voldemort, who was obviously taking his time. Lily Evans Potter was rocking little Harry quickly as he wailed, knowing that something was terribly wrong. A crystal tear fell down her cheek. When she heard Voldemort's steps echoing closer, she settled Harry in his crib sitting up and spread herself out, facing the door, to protect him. Lily Luna saw the hooded figure enter. "Step aside, girl, and your life will be spared."

The words sent a chill down Lily Luna's spine, but her grandmother, who had much more spine than her granddaughter ever would, defied, "No, please, please don't hurt him!"

"This is your last chance. Step aside and you won't be hurt. It's your son I want."

"No!" She screamed. With a flash of green light, Lily Evans Potter fell to the floor just like her beloved husband. Lily Luna could not help but scream. Even though she knew how this story ended, it was so much worse than could be told.

Voldemort's wand fixated on little Harry Potter who had strangely stopped crying. He gazed at the wand, obviously thinking it was a toy as he reached out for it. "Avada Kedavra." Lily did not realized that she had tried to throw herself in front of what would one day be her father to protect him. But the flash of green light passed straight through the middle of her body and struck Harry. He started crying, but the flash rebounded, and something like a great explosion had Lily covering her eyes. She heard Voldemort's last cry of fury before everything went black.

Lily awoke to find herself in the crumbled remains of the nursery although she had no memory of getting there besides walking through the past memory of the house. Her hand was grasping something that she pulled out from underneath a wooden beam that had fallen. Clutched tightly in her hand was a thin little book covered in dust. She wiped the grime off on her tank top, not caring how dirty it got. She opened it and saw that most of the pages had been damaged beyond repair besides a picture of her father dated at five months after he was born. A few pages over was something fairly clear with a neat script followed by a much more messy writing.

Dear Harry,

Today is your first birthday and your daddy and I are so proud! We love you so much, sweetie, and even though we've dealt with your dirty diapers and crying in the middle of the night, we still love you to death. I hope that even when you're all grown up like us, you'll still pull this book out and remember us. Remember to call Mummy if you ever have problems in your life, your daddy and I will always be there to help.

Lots of Love,

Lily

Dear Harry,

I never knew that a kid could be so whiney and annoying before you came along. Your mum says that she wants to work on those dozen kids I wanted when we went to Hogwarts, but now I'm not so sure. Your mother tries to keep you under lock and key, but no worries, I have come to your aid numerous times already. I'm a little amazed that you're already a year old, but remember that we love you kiddo. When you cry because you hurt your knee, we're going to be there for you. But when you're older, just don't forget your cool old man (good grief, I'm old?) and drop us an owl now and again.

You know I love you,

James

Lily ran out of the house, bolting past the furniture covered in plastic and the broken pieces of glass from an armoire that had held Grandmum Lily's china. In a panic, she fled the house, not even bothering to shut the door behind her. She only paused long enough to slam the gate door so hard that it teetered open again and untie Oreo. She raced towards her house which really wasn't much farther beyond the house. She opened the white gate to her house and became distracted by wiping the tears off of her flushed cheeks. Suddenly, she bumped into someone, who caught her before she could go sprawling to the grass, her hand released Oreo's leash and he bolted away to his new freedom.

"Flower, what's wrong? What happened?"

The familiar voice that she hadn't heard in so long made her break down completely. She sobbed into Scorpius's muggle leather jacket as his arms wrapped around her. She tried to tell him what happened, but she only managed to blubber certain words. He gently smoothed her hair out of her eyes and hooked a finger under her chin to lift her to face him. Her emerald eyes still thick with tears, she gazed at Scorpius's face.

He had thinned a little over the summer, but she could still feel his thick muscles through his shirt and jacket. His jaw had become a little more defined, and his melted grey eyes held the worry he had pent up over her for the past month. "Flower, you can tell me what happened."

But then the adults swarmed around her. Astoria and Draco Malfoy showed little more than polite concern, and her mother resembled Grandmum Molly as she demanded to know what happened. As if to answer, Lily handed her the little baby book. Ginny took it gingerly, and Scorpius's arms loosened from around her as he peered at the thing for himself. Lily broke away from the circle of his arms and ran, still crying into the house. She ran as fast as she could for the stairs. But when she reached them, she opened the door to the little nook beneath them that was fairly empty except for dust and cobwebs. Kreacher, as much as he would've loved to use this space, used the walk-in closet in the hallway instead as his space. Lily had always hid here as a child to escape punishment, but now she knew it would take a while for anyone to find her.

She ignored all of the people who called for her through the house, searching in the possible hiding places that a fourteen-year-old girl could fit into. It was Scorpius who found her, of course. He always seemed to know where she was. But instead of calling to the adults, he crawled into the space with her and wrapped his arms around her again, shutting the door behind him, plunging them both into darkness. "Talk."

"I saw my grandparents die."

"James and Lily Potter?" he clarified.

She nodded against his jacket. "I just wanted to see the inside of the house, so I went in. Then it was like I was watching a memory in a pensieve of their last moments. Granddad was upset that he was always stuck inside, but Grandmum was trying to reassure him. He opened the door to give Halloween candy to children, but instead, he was facing Voldemort."

"Where did that book come from?"

She shrugged. "I only remember going into the house besides the vision. When I woke up, I was in the shambles of the nursery, clutching it. They said that they'd be there for my dad." She sobbed again. "But they aren't. They won't be. Not ever."

"Don't you think your dad's already realized that?" Scorpius pointed out.

"But they never did," Lily explained quietly. "They had no idea, and then they were just… dead. It came so fast that I didn't even have time to think. But Voldemort wasn't cruel to them. He just killed them. There are so many other things worse than that. But Mortellea. She kills by drawing it out. She's not going to give anyone an easy way of escape."

"Why do you think you saw that?" Scorpius asked her, as though trying to piece some puzzle together.

"Why do I see any visions at all?" Lily countered. "Can we just not talk about this? It's my birthday. And you're here. I don't want to spend it moping about." Suddenly recovered, she stood up and wiped her eyes, trying to calm the hi8ccups she got every time she cried.

A little surprised, Scorpius stood up. "Okay, then. Since you're so ecstatic about your birthday, do you want to get your present now or later?"

Lily opened the door, and the light revealed her forced smile. "Now, please. What did you get me? It was the answer to that stupid question of who your good luck charm is, isn't it?"

Scorpius laughed, following her out of the little space. "No, it's actually a gift, thank you." He walked to their kitchen and picked up a package wrapped in emerald green wrapping paper, except that the gift had not been wrapped very well, and it was a bit clumped in some places and loose in others. He bit his lip as he handed it to her. "It's not much. I mean, I doubt you'll think it's that great, and my dismal wrapping skills really don't help…"

Lily smiled fondly at the messy paper, before opening her present. The box was little and was no larger than one of her hands. "I'm sure that whatever it is, it will be fabulous, Scorp." She opened the lid to the box and gasped. Nestled into a soft cloth was a little barrette. A gold Lily glimmered in the fabric and was intertwined around a twisting green snake. She had absolutely no doubt that it was pure gold and real emerald for the snake. "Oh, Sweet Merlin, Scorpius, it's beautiful!" She threw her arms around Scorpius's neck suddenly but pulled away with excitement before he could return the hug. "Help me put it in my hair!"

She let her hair out of its braid and raced to the bathroom to brush it out, Scorpius trailing slowly behind her. She pranced back to him and held out the barrette. He gently took it out of the box and used it to pin her soft hair back. "You look beautiful," he murmured.

Lily threw herself into his arms again and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, Scorpius."

"Lily!" The pair detached themselves and were practically on opposite sides of the room in half a second, blushing and avoiding Ginny's critical gaze. "Where have you been? We were looking all over for you? What's the meaning of all this?"

"Scorp was just giving me my birthday present, Mum," she answered quietly.

"And suddenly your all cheered up after coming home in tears? Where were you for three hours? It does not take that long to walk a dog. I was beside myself with worry!"

"Erm," Lily muttered, unsure if she should tell her mother that she was snooping in places she really shouldn't. "That's a funny story, but… erm…"

At that moment, she was saved by her brothers and father flooing in at the same time. "Happy birthday, Lils!" James yelled, oblivious to the tense atmosphere. He ran and hugged his sister as Albus followed. Albus handed her a very large package, smothering her in a brother bear hug. Harry flooed in, beaming as well.

"Where's my little girl?" he thundered, scooping Lily up into his arms and twirling her around like she was still six and would giggle. Instead, she had to struggle not to burst into tears at the sight of the scar underneath his messy hair.

"Dad, stop," she murmured, a tad embarrassed. He laughed and set her down.

"Another year older. Am I really so old as this? You'll have to remember to drop your old man an owl every now and again." He ran his fingers through his messy hair, vainly trying to flatten it. And Lily finally burst into tears again at the words that he could have quoted from James Potter's letter to his son. Puzzled, her father frowned. "What did I say, Lily?"

Ginny came and whispered something in his ear, handing him the little book. "I didn't mean to, Dad," Lily cried suddenly at his shocked expression as he gazed at the thin little book. "I went into that house, just to see what it was like! But I found that, Dad! I'm so sorry!" She sobbed into his chest. "I saw them die! It was horrible and-and—" Her voice broke off into sobs. Astoria and Draco were gazing at her in obvious confusion.

Harry read the little notes left for him before he led her to one of the chairs and sat her down, kneeling in front of her. "Shh, Lily," he murmured soothingly. "I'm not mad at all. Everything will be okay, don't worry, sweetheart."

"A-and I know that you didn't find the murderer today, even though you chased him all night. A-and I know that next t-time you'll be looking for the murderer o-of a bunch of muggleborns, an-an-and—Daddy, I want to stop seeing things!" She dove into his arms and sobbed not caring that she sounded like a whining child. She was only fourteen, but she felt like she bore the weight of the world on her little shoulders.

"Lily, just calm down," Harry comforted quietly. What else was he supposed to do? He couldn't make her personal torture stop. "Everything will turn out just fine, I promise."

Scorpius knelt beside both of them, his white-blonde hair shining in the light. "Lily, why don't we go take a walk? You can show me everything you'd like about Godric's Hollow."

She sniffled and wiped her eyes, nodding. "Okay," she whispered easily. Slightly amazed that the young boy could calm her down with just a few words, Harry released his grip on her as she sat up. She straightened out her tank top, but realizing how soiled it was from the dust in that house, she excused herself to change.

When she returned, this time in a shirt tied back to fit her better and short shorts that showed much of her slender leg, her father and Draco had already slinked into Harry's study and the boys had run off to play Quidditch while Astoria chatted with Ginny. Scorpius was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. She smiled gently, still unsure of how fragile her emotional state was.

He took her hand as they had on the train and let her lead him out of the house. Unwilling to go past the memorial or the house, she took him to the path that led to the lake. She still had the barrette in her hair, and it kept the red strands from hiding her face as she examined her sneakers. "I'm sorry about all of this, Scorp."

He looked at her like she was crazy, and she was beginning to think she was. "What is there to be sorry about?"

She bit her lip, chewing over her words before she said them. "Some Gryffindor I am," she snorted suddenly. "I can't even stand up to my visions. I always end up crying in your arms or someone else's. They aren't even really there sometimes, but they terrify me. I don't know why the Sorting Hat put me there; maybe so I'd be with the rest of my family."

Scorpius gave her another funny look. "Yeah right. You're one of the bravest girls I've ever met. Who else would dare show me the secrets of the Marauder's on pain of death? Who else would stand up to her entire family to defend our friendship? Why would you think otherwise?"

But she was shaking her head. "I shouldn't have gone in there. I knew I shouldn't but I wanted to so badly. Maybe I can at least be brave enough to slit Mortellea into a thousand tiny chunks of flesh and scatter them across the world, stomping on each and every piece," she muttered darkly, still glaring at her shoes.

"Oh, yes," Scorpius mocked her, "Because a person with as much strength as a bunny rabbit is so terrifying."

His comment successfully lightened the mood, and she smiled. "At least I can beat a Slytherin."

"Hey!" he exclaimed in mock-outrage. "I only hold out on you. I let you win."

She laughed outright this time. "Yeah right!"

With a sort of growl, he pulled his hand away from hers, preparing to tackle her. She giggled and started running down the path to the lake. She stopped right on the edge, so close that the tips of her sneakers were in the water. Scorpius was right behind her, and he stopped at the edge of the water beside her. With a laugh she pushed him in, and he went tumbling into the water, except that he pulled her with him. The imbalance of weight caused them both to go toppling into the water, both laughing.

Lily splashed water at him. "You prat! You've ruined my clothes!"

Scorpius laughed but came closer to her, gently removing the clip from her hair, laying it on the grass. Then he slipped off his wet shoes and jacket and laid them out to dry beside the clip. Lily's shoes and socks went on shore and they returned to splashing each other and laughing, enjoying the time together they had.

Grrr. I'm a little mad cause I was not expecting this chapter at all, and it means I have to push off the chapter I had planned, the party. I am forced to split it into 2 chapters because I have to go to school in 6 hours and desperately need to sleep and this thing is five thousand words already. I liked it though. Please review! Will start working on the next chapter to post ASAP!