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A/N: Toughie to write, this one. So one can only apologise profusely if it's not as … good … as the rest of them in any way. A thousand sorries! Revision sucks!

Hellbound

Jack's mind was racing.

Those creatures … those Daleks! God, he'd just escaped from them, fought alongside his comrades against them mere weeks ago on Satellite Five, and now they were back? Didn't they ever die?

Once he was certain that every single Dalek had left the Chamber, once he was damn sure that he and Teri were the only people to be found down there, he emerged from behind the whirring machines and shot forward, one eye still focussed on the doorway in case they decided to return.

That had to have been the weirdest thing he'd ever seen …

There was Teri, tossing fitfully but otherwise motionless, hooked up to monitors and machines. Jack had hurried to her side, one hand unconsciously reaching out for hers, and mere seconds had passed before the whirring machines suddenly increase in pitch. Jack had only just managed to find cover in time before a loud zapping noise had infiltrated the otherwise silent room.

And then there they all were, materialising out of thin air right in front of the large and humming machine.

And there … on the screen … the only thing to indicate their presence was a small, unfocussed image of a Dalek.

Whatever the Hell these machines were, they weren't for anything good.

Because this one had just created a Dalek - a real, lively, moving, shooting Dalek - from nothing but a vaguely visible image. How was that even possible?

Sighing heavily, knowing full well that things would be nought but hectic chaos two floors above him, Jack forcefully shook his head and focussed upon Teri.

"Teri?" he half-whispered, shaking her shoulder a little.

Nothing.

She didn't even bat an eyelid.

"Right," he all but spat, letting her hand drop onto the table again and sprinting to her other side as he made for the medley of wires.

Skidding to a halt beside the strange machine, he reached out for one of the largest buttons and depressed it, praying to God that it would work. That something would happen.

Well, something did happen.

But it wasn't anything he'd wanted.

With a cry of pain, he clutched his throbbing hand and sucked on a stinging finger, the shock fizzing away up his arm before fading out of existence.

Great.

So he couldn't even switch the bloody thing off! Just great!

With an echoing cry of intense frustration, Jack threw himself onto the ground beside it and smacked it with his aching hand, before wincing at his own stupidity as the slap backfired and caused great discomfort for him without so much as scratching the contraption.

Turning his back on it and leaning against it instead, his head hitting the cool metal and his eyes sliding shut, Jack was greatly considering leaving Teri where she lay and heading back upstairs to aid with the fight. It wasn't like he could turn the stupid thing off, and those shackles about her wrists were impossible to remove …

So fighting would be the next best thing, right?

… …

But he never even made it to his feet.

For a gust of wind was soon flying haphazardly around the room, accompanied by a whizzing thrum of alien engines that drowned out even the incessant buzzing coming from the metallic monsters behind him.

A flashing light was illuminating the blackness beneath his eyelids, and the ground was vibrating underneath him as a great weight faded into - and out of - existence.

Jack's eyes flying wide with astonishment, wonder and delight, his heart beating dangerously painfully beneath his ribs, he stumbled to his feet, jaw wide open and a tiny smile snaking a tentative path onto his face.

For there stood the TARDIS. As magnificently amazing, as strangely unorthodox, as Doctorish as ever.

The whirring stopped. The strange winds faded. The light ceased its incessant and warning flashing.

And silence fell.

The image of a big-eared, big-nosed, leather-jacketed someone stepping out of those blue doors - with a young and thriving cockney kid bouncing out after him - had a laugh of pure glee escaping Jack's blocked-up throat.

But as the doors finally flew wide, after so many weeks of hoping, of praying for their return, Jack's delight and amazement soon turned to horrific disappointment.

For the strange man in the long, brown trench coat who emerged from the TARDIS' fathomless depths accompanied by six anxious teens, was most certainly not the Doctor.

For a long moment, there was a stunned silence.

The mysterious man was staring at Jack with wide eyes of disbelief, pain flickering deep within them before he could cover it up.

The teenagers were considering him too, all staring at him with open curiosity, eyes darting from him to Teri to the newcomer.

Who finally found voice enough to break the awkward stillness.

Stepping over the threshold of his Time Ship, shivering violently and whiter than the whitest sheet, the strange man extended a trembling hand towards Jack, who took an anxious step backwards only to find he'd been trapped in by all of the creepy technology.

Unable to move, Jack couldn't avoid the man's shuddering hand as it secured itself firmly onto his shoulder. Gazing into those timeless auburn orbs as they locked eyes upon each other, Jack felt the man's warm breath hit his face as he finally spoke, tones rich and quite similar to Rose Tyler's.

Such simple words.

Something the Doctor would have said …

And Jack's eyes widened in disbelief as a crazily impossible idea flitted into his head.

"Oh. My. God ... Jack!"

"Wait!"

A deathly silent muteness fell like a smothering veil over the Chamber, and whimpers and war cries alike were cut short.

As the stillness peaked, the faintest of faint sounds could be heard, filtering up from the cellar.

A soft, whirring, grating sound …

A hesitant wind sparked momentarily into life around the room, but faded away just as quickly.

With a faint squeaking sound, Dalek after Dalek turned as one to stare at Voldemort, who was standing in the centre of the room with arms thrown wide and a look of pure delight glittering within his scarlet orbs.

"This isn't right," he murmured, more to himself than to his entourage as the last tendrils of wind blew from existence. "I know a few Very Important People who are absent from the proceedings. And I know they'd hate to miss this."

With a small nod, Voldemort whipped out his wand and pointed it at the Dalek standing feet behind him.

"You will wait. Hold these prisoners here all you like, but do not kill them. Not yet. I believe my guests have just arrived."

And with that, he practically flew from the Chamber, black cloak billowing out behind him as though caught in the now non-existent breeze.

Distracted as the room's occupants were by the presence of a hundred metallic creatures with suckers and blasters for hands, nobody noticed four wizards disappear from sight with a flick of their cloaks, sparing one another a curt nod of affirmation before turning on their heels and vanishing into the ether.

Perhaps the strangest thing of all … ignoring the smouldering bodies and the terrified Order members, ignoring the practically destroyed Great Hall that had once been majestic in its own disturbed and creepy way, ignoring the fact that four Order members – two of which were still kids – had just apparated from a guarded room without arousing any such suspicion … perhaps the strangest thing was the fact that the Daleks had actually obeyed him…

Neville grinned at Luna as she reappeared beside him, sharing a beam of self-appraisal with Lupin as he reached out for Tonk's hand. Wiping a careless hand down the length of his robes, he whipped out his wand once again and the tell-tale whoosh of fluttering fabric told him the others had done the same.

"Where do we go?" he asked, tones low and hurried as he stared at the corridor before him, knowing that Jack and Teri had to be in the room just ahead of them.

And knowing that Voldemort would be upon them any second as he made his way down here.

Lupin frowned, hesitantly staring at the corridor behind him, then glancing almost wistfully at the door ahead of them.

"Well …" he started, but soon fell silent again. With a shrug of the shoulders, he looked at Tonks, who too was staring at the partially open door, her eyes flitting over the dead body of some nameless, faceless Death Eater sprawling just in front of it. As though he'd been guarding something when he was struck down.

Guarding that room.

"I dunno," he went on, sighing and doubling his grip on his wand. "We can either run in there and warn them, whoever may be in there, or we can wait here and try to keep Voldemort from getting in."

"Or we could warn McGonagall," Tonks put in, tearing her gaze from the Death Eater to stare at Lupin with wide eyes.

Lupin half-nodded.

"Tonks, you should do that. Alert the school, tell McGonagall to call all Order members back. They can apparate out of there – those … creatures didn't look as though they were exactly there to stop us, did they? They didn't even try! It seems they take orders from Voldemort only, and he's not around to give them orders."

Tonks nodded, sparing Neville and Luna a small, pained smile before relinquishing the grip on her wand and replacing it within her pocket.

"Right," she murmured.

"Oh, and you'd better tell her that we think Harry and the Doctor have arrived," Lupin added, anxiously.

"What makes you say that?" Neville asked, eyebrows raised as he considered his once-teacher thoughtfully.

Lupin shrugged again.

"Well, just something Voldemort said about there being VIPs missing. I'm guessing he meant Harry and the Doctor, and since he's heading this way as we speak, they're probably in there." He jabbed a thumb at the half-open doorway and grimaced, eyes falling on the motionless corpse in front of it and a shudder attacking his spine.

"And so is Jack, if that body is anything to go by."

Tonks nodded again, released a tiny sigh, and turned on her heel once more. With a faint whoosh! she apparated away, the rustling of her cloak vanishing from reality.

"And what about us?" Luna asked, frowning deeply as she considered Lupin through wide, staring eyes.

Lupin shot her a nervous grin.

"Well, we fight," he replied, straightening his aim and shrinking away into the shadows of the corridor.

Waiting.

Neville and Luna shared an excited grin, and as one, they imitated him.

And even now, all three could hear the tell-tale sounds of quick-moving boots from the floor above.

Voldemort was fast approaching.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Jack asked carefully, eyes flickering towards the immobile form of his unconscious friend before he focussed fully upon the newcomer.

This couldn't be him … surely not …

"I should hope so," the man murmured, eyes wide and staring.

But he was soon distracted.

With a gasp of pain, Jack watched in fascination as a hand shot to the man's head and he stumbled backwards, gripping at his hair in abject desperation.

"Doctor, there's no time for this!" Jack heard one of the man's accomplices say; a young lass with long, frizzy locks and fearfully beautiful brown eyes that were currently wide and staring at him with immense concern.

But Jack's attention was momentarily diverted by her comment.

His cool and collected façade dropping like a tonne of bricks, Jack felt damn sure his legs were about to give way.

Shaking his head as a dog would to rid its ears of water, he ignored the chill that was seeping its way into his bloodstream and stepped towards her, eyes wide, disbelieving.

This couldn't be him!

"Wait, what did you just call him?" he whispered, pointing a trembling hand at the girl, who stared uncomfortably back for a moment before turning to stare at the stranger instead.

"Um …" she faltered, blushing. Sensing discomfort on the girl's part, Jack watched a young man with flaming red hair step up behind her and reach out for her hand. She took it gratefully and gave it a nervous squeeze, all the while considering Jack through almost apologetic eyes.

"Never mind who he is, who the Hell are you?" one of two twins asked, eyes narrowed suspiciously. Much to Jack's surprise, both twins had hair identical to the lad's. Brothers, perhaps? And with a sister too, if the other girl's burning locks were anything to go by.

"Captain Jack Harkness," he replied, eyes flitting over all six of the teens before reverting back to their companion. "Care to return the favour?"

A fourth boy stepped towards him then, one with raven-dark hair and intensely bright green eyes that gleamed with faint amusement from behind a pair of round glasses. Just below his scruffy fringe Jack spotted a small lightning-shaped mark glistening against the boy's pale skin.

Jack restrained a gasp with difficulty. This kid's very essence screamed power … as did the stranger's. Whoever these guys were, they were an unmatchable team …

Yet Jack's denial was the only thing keeping him from the truth. Yes, the newcomer was indeed powerful. Because Jack knew him …

'No, damnit, that can't be him! No way!'

After a few moments, the boy spoke and Jack covered up a jump by taking a step towards him.

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter," the boy said, stretching a hand out to shake Jack's. Jack took it, and a genuine smile of delight broke out across his face.

"Oh!" he sighed with relief, grinning broadly. "Wow, about bloody time, then!"

"Excuse me?" the red-haired girl asked, somewhat sharply, eyebrows raised. Jack beamed at them.

"There's a search party here, and I believe they're lookin' for you. Guy called Lupin, a gall called Tonks and two teens named Neville and Luna. Would it be out of place of me to say that Luna's a bit … well, loony?" he asked, smirk widening.

Much to his relief, smiles illuminated the group's faces, and the ice was successfully broken. The red-haired boy standing with the brunette grinned cheekily back, scratching absentmindedly at the back of his head.

"Yup, off her head, she is. But we love her anyway."

Jack grinned, but it soon fell into oblivion as a faint moan of pain reached his ears. He glanced up to see the stranger leaning against the TARDIS doors, eyes watering as he struggled against an invisible onslaught.

'No, no he can't be …' Jack thought yet again, his heart racing. 'He can't be the Doctor! She was lying, that's all! Maybe he's a real doctor … maybe he just likes the title when in fact he has a real name that follows it…'

But his thoughts were cut short by a harsh, biting question from the raven-haired teenager.

"Wait, search party?" Harry demanded of him, eyes wide.

As Jack nodded vaguely, he was quite surprised to see the look of horror and fear break out across Harry's face.

"What, is that not a good thing?" he asked, slightly tactlessly. Harry said nothing, staring blankly at the door, a shudder creeping up his spine.

"Where are we?" he asked, quietly.

In reply, Jack half-shrugged.

"Some crazy guy's hideout, I believe. Calls himself Voldemort." He spat the name venomously, and Harry half-smiled.

"Thought so," Harry muttered, and without further ado, his wand was out and pointing at the doorway. Almost as if it had been some kind of secret code, the five teens behind him pulled out their wands too, and the atmosphere was suddenly stiflingly thick with built up tension.

"But really," he tried, trying to fight away the underlying layers of doubt. Turning to stare at the stranger, eyes wide and pleading, Jack refused to let his gaze falter for so long that the man could avoid his penetrating glare no longer. "Who are you?"

Frowning, the stranger forced himself to release the death-grip upon his fevered locks and took those few necessary steps forwards, until they were almost nose to nose.

"I am the Doctor, Jack," he replied, voice laced with pain but otherwise unwavering.

Jack half-grinned.

"Nah," he murmured, more to stave off the inevitability of the situation, rather than because he actually didn't believe him. "It's not possible."

But the stranger was staring at him with desperation now. A look so reminiscent of the Doctor … a look that told of centuries' worth of amassed knowledge … a look that said this guy had the weight of the entire world upon his shoulders … and Jack simply couldn't ignore the blatant truth any more.

"Jack, just trust me. It really is me."

And with a cry of pain fluttering from his parted lips, he stumbled backwards, eyes jammed tightly shut and balance wavering.

"Oh my God," Jack murmured, dashing forwards before the Doctor could hit the ground. One look at the failing form was all it took.

Just one look.

And he could finally accept the truth.

"You really are …"

"Jack, I don't have time for this!" the Doctor cried through clench teeth, tugging almost painfully at Jack's shoulders as he struggled and failed to right himself once again.

Jack half-nodded, mouth agape and eyes damn near close to jumping from their sockets.

"S-sure," he stammered, a nervous laugh escaping his lips as he strengthened both his resolve and his grip on the Doctor.

With little more than sheer willpower, the Doctor managed a curt nod and forced himself to bear his own weight. Swaying slightly on the spot, he let a trembling hand run over his face for a moment before he reached into a pocket and withdrew the Sonic Screwdriver, eyes narrowed as he struggled to focus on the wheezing pieces of machinery around them.

"How long, Harry?" he asked, voice hoarse and pain-racked.

Harry half-shrugged.

"Minutes?" he suggested, still staring raptly at the doorway. "He must already know we've arrived, so he's gotta be on his way down here as we speak."

With a small nod that Harry completely missed anyway, the Doctor forced every other thought from his mind and began working hurriedly at the machines, completely avoiding looking at the young girl lying motionless on the table beside him for fear of his resolve crumbling to dust before he could save her.

If he could save her …

Oh, God … she was a Time Lady! This couldn't be happening!

… …

With a firm but alien curse that the TARDIS chose not to translate – but which still received a few raised eyebrows from his companions – the Doctor had to forcefully beg his eyes to remain focussed upon the apparatus, rather than upon the unconscious girl.

And speaking of girls …

"Where's Rose?" Jack asked carefully, still completely thrown by the Doctor's new face and yet hiding his amazement rather well in light of the seriousness of the situation.

There would be time to freak out later, after all.

The whirring buzz of the Sonic stuttered to a halt, and the contraption very nearly fell from its owner's grasp as he turned to stare at Jack with sad, imploring eyes.

"Inside the TARDIS," he replied quietly, nodding towards the blue police box and sighing.

Jack made to enter it, but the Doctor called him back.

"Um, I wouldn't if I were you. She needs to rest."

Jack felt his heart stop, his breath catching in his throat as he turned to stare at who he was fast accepting as being the Doctor. Only he could make such a simple 'rescue-Teri-and-run' mission become an 'ultimate bomb-shell' moment.

"Why? What's wrong?" he asked suspiciously. "Is she alright?" The Doctor sighed heavily, but said nothing, instead returning to his frantic sabotage mission with renewed vigour.

A hurried glance around the entourage of adolescent faces was enough to convince Jack that something was, indeed, quite wrong.

"She's not … ?"

He couldn't bring himself to say it.

Much to his relief, six simultaneous shakes of the head quenched those fears straight off.

"Okay … well, what then?"

Harry stepped forwards, sighing.

"She's … sleeping. I think," he added, doubling the grip on his wand as his eyes darted to the doorway and back. "We reckon she used up a bit too much energy trying to save the Doctor."

Jack blinked and stared around at the Time Lord with raised eyebrows.

Leaning in slightly, so as to keep the man in question from overhearing, he frowned and whispered, "saved him how? He ain't lookin' so good from where I'm standing."

And as if to prove his point, the Doctor paused in his desperate movements and placed a hand to his head, gritting his teeth and restraining a groan before composing himself and continuing.

"Well, when a guy's having his memories sucked right out of his head, I don't reckon he would be looking his best," the third red-headed boy replied, staring sadly at the trench-coat-clad Time Lord through pitying eyes.

"He's what?" Jack demanded, expression horrified. "Oh my God!"

The melancholy faces around him spoke volumes.

So the kid wasn't lying, then.

Sparing the Doctor a tiny glance before blinking back his inhibitions, Jack thought it best to act as normal as possible while the Doctor focussed whatever strengths he had left to freeing their mutual friend.

"So erm, who are you then? You never said."

The four red-heads stepped forwards, staring at him with faint surprise, before smiling slightly and shaking his hand one by one.

"Fred and George Weasley," the twins declared at the same time, flashing him identical grins despite the seriousness of the situation. Jack smiled back, albeit painfully.

Now wasn't really the time for smiles, after all.

As the twins stepped aside and the third brother took his hand, a faint whimper caught Jack's attention, magnified a moment later by another.

Time was running short … and the Doctor and Teri weren't looking so good as the seconds ticked by. Surely he should be helping?

But he didn't know how to. He'd hoped to smash a screen or two and the machines might just stop themselves, but seeing the trouble the Doctor was having, he highly doubted that would have worked in the first place. Best leave it to the professional, rather than get in the way.

His guilty conscience was beaten away, and with a great force of effort, Jack refocused upon his new acquaintances.

"Ron Weasley," the gangly, freckly red-haired boy announced, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Jack simply nodded back, not even bothering to fake a smile this time. He just didn't have the energy for it.

Releasing his grip, Ron pointed at the two girls standing beside him.

"And that's Ginny, my sister, and Hermione Granger."

Both inclined their heads momentarily, but neither seemed all that disposed to say anything. In fact, their attention was riveted upon the Doctor, quite understandably.

And with a pang of guilt, Jack realised his should have been, too.

For the Doctor's frantic movements weren't looking so … frantic anymore.

"Jack," he whispered hoarsely, dropping the Sonic to the floor where it landed with a clatter and rolled away, clanging against the machine that served as a suitable braking system.

Right. Forget playing 'polite gentleman'.

Jack was a man of action, and damnit he was missing out on a hell of a lot, just standing around here chatting.

"Yes?" he asked, sparing the kids a nervous glance before hurrying to the Doctor's side.

"I … I need you to …"

But the Doctor quickly fell silent, sinking to his knees and holding his hands against his head.

"What? You need me to what?" Jack asked, almost begged, gripping the Time Lord's shivering shoulder and glancing despairingly at Teri's ashen skin for a moment.

"T-the red wire," the Doctor forced out, raising a trembling finger to point at the mass of newly Sonicked open machinery, where a huge mismatch of wiring was smouldering slightly from overheating.

"Yeah? What about it?" Jack pressed, frustrated beyond measure but again hiding it quite well.

"Pull it out!" the Doctor screeched, leaning forwards on his knees and letting his head press against the cool stone floor for a moment in a futile attempt to ease the pain.

Much to his dismay, it didn't work.

At the Doctor's shout, Jack wasn't the only one to jump out of his skin.

A soft squeak from behind them told him that Hermione had as well.

"Oh," he murmured, then scrambled to his feet and all but flew to the wiring, sliding his hand in only to withdraw it almost immediately.

"Ouch, b…roomsticks," he murmured, sucking on his thumb slightly before shaking his head. "That's hot!"

"Well no, Captain Obvious!" the Doctor snapped back sarcastically, grimacing and letting his eyes slide shut as he fought the onslaught.

The girl was completely drained.

Meaning he was defenceless.

Completely on his own.

Another few minutes and they'd both be dead, he realised with horror, as memory after memory flew to the forefront of his mind before vanishing clean away.

Through the pain and burning in his mind, the Doctor just about heard another soft curse, a little less controlled than the last one had been, as Jack set to unplugging the wire in a last ditch attempt to stop the equipment..

But the Doctor was too far gone, now.

He couldn't handle this.

'Please, Jack,' he moaned mentally, little more than a croaked groan escaping his lips. 'Please, fix this.'

Harry's heart was pounding in his chest, and with an anxious glance at the room's many occupants, he shuffled as quietly as he could towards the doorway.

If Lupin and the others were here, they were in danger.

And it was his fault.

They were looking for him …

If anyone died today, if anyone died and it was his fault …

A steady beating sound was slowly drumming itself into focus. With a frown, he leaned against the wall just beside the door and straightened his wand arm, pushing open the half-ajar door ever so slightly and peeking his head around to see into the corridor beyond.

The sound was getting louder.

Footsteps.

Sure, certain, deadly footsteps.

Voldemort.

With a nervous blink, something about the corridor caught his attention, and shaking his head against the recklessness of his two friends and favourite teacher, Harry sent a curt nod towards Lupin, Neville and Luna, who were pressing themselves as deeply into the corridor's shadows as humanly possible.

He was about to call them over, to suggest they get inside at least until the Doctor was alright again.

But he never had a chance.

The footsteps were booming, now. Echoing around his head.

And he suddenly realised why the three were out there, rather than up wherever the rest of their colleagues were.

They'd come to buy him and the Doctor more time.

"Harry?" he heard Lupin call as Voldemort's ever-staring red eyes suddenly lit up the end of the passageway. Harry's head withdrew back into the room just as a jet of green light was sent flying his way.

"Yeah?" he called back, nodding once at the Weasley's and Hermione, sparing the Doctor and Jack – who had glanced up as the emerald streak momentarily illuminated the room – an anxious glance before sending a half-murmured spell back out from behind the door.

Jack's ferociously working fingers returned to tugging desperately at the scarlet wiring that was tangled unbelievably well amidst a million and one other wires of different colours. Harry heard a distracted moan of irritation break his incessant mumbling and seriously contemplated helping him.

But he couldn't, now.

The Weasley's and Hermione were standing between him and them, wands raised and aims steadily focussed upon the outer corridor.

Harry could hear spells bouncing off of walls as Voldemort struggled to overcome Lupin, Luna and Neville.

And as Lupin's response echoed annoyingly around his head, he couldn't restrain an eye-roll.

"We've got company."

The Master sighed heavily and stared morosely at the screen, his eyes flickering momentarily over to the unconscious child at his feet before reverting back to the Doctor's failing form.

Babysitting had never really been his favourite pastime.

So basically, in the words of the modern Earth teenager, this sucked.

Big time.

He watched as the strange newcomer – the one who had been present in the room when the TARDIS had landed - tugged mercilessly at the thick wad of wiring. Shaking his head in irritation, the Master half-wished he could run out there and hand the idiot the Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver himself.

But he couldn't leave the TARDIS.

The Doctor had dropped it. The Master had watched him drop it as the attack became overwhelming. It seemed the girl had given up, and now the machine was functioning as it should have been before she'd got in the way.

Yet it appeared the Doctor hadn't decided to suggest the newcomer should use the Sonic himself , as the Doctor had done… or maybe the stranger just didn't know how to use it.

And if he didn't figure it out soon, there was no way in Hell he was going to stop that machine in time.

For once, the Master was actually fearing for the Doctor's life.

And you knew things were bad when the Doctor's own arch-nemesis was worried for him.

With a loud groan of frustration, he kicked at the console. She bleeped back in annoyance and flared her lights angrily, but he ignored her.

All he could do now was wait.

Sit here.

Baby-sit Rose Tyler.

And wait for the end that was inevitably just around the corner.

… …

God help them.

God help them all.

Hmm, will Jack be able to do it in time? Will Rose recover? Will Tonks manage to alert McGonagall and rescue the trapped Order members before the Daleks can blow them head first into the Wizards' Afterlife?

Tune in next time to find out! (Wink)

… ...

And if that's not motivation enough, expect fight scenes galore as the Hogwardians take on the Big Bad Voldy and his army of metal monsters ...

Ahem … so, update coming as soon as! Exam season may be upon me now, but that don't mean I'm giving up on you wonderful, wonderful people!

And in the meantime, please review!

Blessed Be!
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