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Chapter 5

Wearing Thin

Lucius Malfoy turned over in his sleep and frowned. He knew there was something wrong but his eyes were so heavy he couldn't bring himself to open them. Draco had insisted a party be held the day before which lasted long into the night to celebrate his birthday – with Ryder in attendance – and also combine it with an early party for Ryder, as Rose predicted the dark haired boy would not be around come his own birthday.

If it had just been the children there would have been no problem. Unfortunately, Draco's Hogwarts friends were not the only ones in attendance. Ryder and Rose – as Twins – had invited their friends from Durmstrang, who were all older, as well as the parents of their friends.

And some how, Firewhiskey had been passed around, and Lucius Malfoy had unwittingly drank more than his fair share.

He groaned and blearily peeled his eyelashes away from his cheeks, as he opened his eyes. He gave a pained moan as the little light that was in the room shot straight to his irises and caused his brain to go into sensory overload. He turned over again and pressed his face to the pillow. Beside him, Narcissa gave a small puff of air as his twisting and turning began to disturb her sleep.

He sat up, unhappily, and swung his legs out over the side of the bed. He stretched the back of his neck, his eye narrowing as he began to feel uneasy again. The same sense of wrongness as before had begun to become noticeable to him, now that he was almost awake.

He debated with himself for a brief moment but decided, that as it was only family in the Manor at the time being, it was easier to remain dressed in his pyjamas. He slid his bare feet into a pair of slippers and pulled his hair back with a black ribbon.

As he made his way to the dining room, where a mug of coffee already waited, he felt as if he was being followed. Yet, no one should have been in the Manor, so Lucius paid the feeling little mind.

"Lucssssiusssss," a voice hissed in little more than a whisper.

The man titled his head to one side, trying to determine whether he had actually head anything at all. "Hello?" He asked, feeling foolish.

"Malfoy," the voice whispered again. Feeling something brush against the back of his neck, Lucius spun around, glad he had yet to take a seat at the table, and shot a glare at the empty space behind him.

"Who are you?" He asked, his voice dangerously low. Normally, most people would have been begging for forgiveness at the first syllable in that tone, but whoever this intruder was they were not normal.

"Have you forsssaken your Masssster?" The voice seemed to have taken on an amused undertone.

"My Lord?" Lucius barely dared to breath. His eyes darted frantically around the room, but he had yet to notice anything untoward. Everything seemed to be, or looked as if it was, exactly as it had been the night before.

Before Lucius could say anything or the voice could make another statement, something pecked at the nearest window. Lucius hesitantly let the bird inside. The owl – while unremarkable in looks – was carrying something Lucius instantly recognized. A certain journal he hadn't seen in many, many years; so long, in fact, that he had forgotten it existed, and almost forgotten the orders that came with its first delivery.

Tom Marvolo Riddle's diary from fifty years ago had first been given to Lucius after his initiation ceremony to safeguard. Should anything strange happen to his Lord, Lucius was to find a candidate and give them the journal – no one to important to his Lord's cause, mind you – and when a teenager came to him for refuge, Lucius was to grant it with no questions asked.

However, the idea of following through with a plan that may endanger Draco, or in fact Ryder at present, did not sit comfortably with Lucius Malfoy. And yet, as the voice spoke again, he knew he must do as he had once been told.

"Lucssiusss, you besssst not have forgotten me?" Lucius shuddered; the journal lay unopened in front of him, his coffee had gone cold.

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Ryder Hammond was having a wonderful summer so far. Draco had demanded a party on his behalf, although he didn't know why. Rose did, of that he was certain, but she wasn't telling him at any rate. He and Draco had spent a lot of time alone together to make up for the year they had been separated. To Ryder's immense pleasure, Draco had even conceded to allow Ryder to bathe with him.

Ryder Hammond, as a part Vampyre – even if he didn't have the blood lust as Vampyre's did – undoubtedly matured faster than a human, sexually. And the brushing lips and holding hands was wearing thin with him. However, he was loathed to push Draco into anything unwelcome, especially as for most of the year Ryder pretended to be someone his fiancé hated.

Nothing illegal had happened during the bath, that one time. Ryder had closed his eyes and allowed Draco to climb in first, as the boy was sometimes prone to bouts of bashfulness, and then stripped uncaring of Draco's wide grey eyes fixed on every inch of his naked skin all at one time, before he sank slowly beneath the hot water. He pulled Draco to him, and washed him down with a flannel, sparing his love's dignity by allowing Draco to wash his own private parts.

Draco, Ryder thought, was probably trying to make it up to him. It being the fact that Draco Malfoy was most certainly a little obsessed with someone who wasn't his fiancé – Harry Potter to be specific.

Of course, life wasn't all roses. He hadn't received any letters from his friends from Hogwarts – as much as annoying Gryffindor's annoyed him, he had at least expected one letter for his troubles – but that was expected as he wasn't answering to letters addressed to 'Harry Potter'. What was unexpected was that no letters arrived for him at the Dursley's home either, which was slightly hurtful.

Of course, he had no idea, that Lucius Malfoy's house elf was stealing them, in a bid to 'protect' Mr. Potter. Lucius, the poor man, had lost the battle with the memory of Lord Voldemort, and the plan would be commencing as soon as possible. His one hope was that Ryder Hammond would be prepared as Harry Potter to not get hurt as a result. Unfortunately, the Dursley's had yet to find anything strange or freakish around their home so Ryder had no reason to go and meet Dobby the house elf. Even Dobby was fooled by the wards, and was occasionally seen… getting Harry in trouble.

In fact, Harry had just received his first official warning from the Ministry about underage magic. Lucius had been very happy to clear the little misunderstanding up, on Ryder's behalf. Dobby had also dropped a cake on Vernon's potential business clients, wife's head. Not so good.

Now, while that wasn't a 'Harry-Potter-less' summer as Ryder hoped it would be, it was about to get worse. First off, bars had mysteriously appeared on the windows of Dudley's second bedroom, where Harry Potter would be staying, if he had actually been staying in that house, and secondly there were a few Weasley's who had yet to learnt o keep their nose out of other people's business.

Ryder groaned as his phone rang. He and Draco, along with Rose, Atticus, Lucius and surprisingly Severus Snape were in the middle of a three against three night time Quidditch game, while Violet and Narcissa watched disinterestedly when he was interrupted. Rowena had been strangely absent since the start of the summer, but when Ryder answered his phone, she met his eyes using Rose's body.

"Bye then," she grinned.

"You knew?" He mouthed as he listened to the Dursley's complain that there was a flying car outside of their window. "Yes Mr. Dursley, I will deal with it. Go back to bed." He hung up the phone without another word. No one but Rose and Atticus – with Vampyre hearing – had heard the conversation, despite how loudly Vernon was shouting down the phone.

He kissed Draco quickly and said goodbye to everyone else, "I have to go to school for a while, there's a few problems. I'm really sorry." He packed up his things, and with a few twists of his time turner he was headed to the Dursley's. He arrived just in time, to be blamed for throwing a cake at Mrs. Mason's head. How he despised house elves, he growled as he sulked up the stairs to Dudley's second bedroom.

At least he was actually there, when the flying car turned up this time, he supposed.

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Knockturn Alley was nothing new to Ryder Hammond, but to Harry Potter it was strictly taboo. With his 'rune skin' perfectly in place, Harry walked quickly around Borgin & Burkes before nothing to very familiar heads of hair bobbing passed the shop front, in the window. Swallowing heavily, and as he would have expected to do, Harry hid. Badly, because his hiding place was one of the first places a very curious Draco Malfoy tried to peek into. Luckily for Harry, Lucius had seen him, and with a smirk Lucius rapped the head of his snake cane against the sarcophagus, closing the lid completely, trapping Harry inside and keeping Draco out.

As they left the shop, Lucius turned to stare at the sarcophagus his eyes meeting Harry's through the cut outs in the metal artwork. Harry swallowed; Lucius looked uncharacteristically emotional which didn't bode well for his school year. His school year: he had completely forgotten, he was due to take his NEWTs at the end of this year. He prayed he wouldn't end up in the Infirmary, just this once. He couldn't miss these exams.

Remembering the fear that flashed briefly through Lucius' eyes, Harry determined to keep himself out of as much trouble as possible this year. For his own benefit of course, and the sanity of the people who care for him, Lucius included.

He removed the 'skin' quickly and took the opportunity to look around. He had previously enjoyed brief trips to this particular establishment. He found a few books he wouldn't mind buying, but before he even considered picking them up he made sure he had his chequebook under the name 'Hammond' on his person first. It wouldn't do to buy Dark Arts material using Potter money.

Two of the four books were either in Parseltongue or about the language. Ryder had been awestruck when it finally dawned on him some years ago that not everyone spoke the language. Rose did obviously, as she was an Heir of Slytherin. Violet didn't, which wasn't unusual because woman rarely inherited the Parseltongue gift – Rose only did because of the extra magical strength Rowena afforded her. Voldemort spoke the language, as did Ryder himself. Ever since that moment, he was determined to find out as much about Parseltongue as possible. Draco had rather hoped to be able to learn, and Ryder wanted to be the one to teach him.

The other two books were in Arabic and were about soul mates, and soul-related gifts such as empathy or Aura reading. Ryder was rather glad that Durmstrang allowed the students to be charmed to understand languages, as well as charming the overall building. It made reading in foreign languages so much easier: Ryder could learn the languages he supposed, but reading while under the charm was easier because once he had read in the language or spoke in it as well he was automatically fluent. He and Rose had been granted explicit permission by the Ministry of Bulgaria to have the charm placed on them, on the basis that they were British and no one else at Durmstrang spoke English.

He paid quickly, and when Mr. Borgin was out of the main part of the shop, Ryder replaced the 'skin' over himself and left the shop, his new books hidden away.

He was instantly set upon by a hag who demanded he buy some of her toenails. Then a vampire, who ran off when Ryder the Vampyre gave a small growl, cornered him. He vocal range however didn't perturb the rest of the vultures surrounding the famous Harry Potter who was lost in Knockturn Alley – well, not lost per se, but they didn't know that.

"'Arry, what are ye doin' here?" Harry tried not to groan too loudly. He did not have the patience to deal with a family of Weasley's and Rubeus Hagrid all in one day.

"I got lost Hagrid. I think I said the wrong thing in the fireplace and I just ended up here." He hoped he sounded scared enough.

"Ye shouldn't be here, 'Arry. Its not a place for a Wizard like ye." Harry rolled his eyes, but dutifully allowed Hagrid to lead him to Mrs. Weasley and her limpet like daughter Ginny.

Ginny Weasley, who would be starting her first year unfortunately, blushed fiery red when Harry glared at her – mistaking the glare for a stare of interest – and ducked her head. She did, however, make sure to walk closer to him than before. Harry almost hit his head off the wall. He was so happy; he had a stalker! That was something to write home about at least, Ryder thought with a laugh.

"Famous Harry Potter," came a familiar drawling voice a long while later as they battled their way through Flourish & Blotts, "can't even go into a book shop without making the front page." Draco Malfoy seemed to glide down the staircase he had been standing on, and stopped directly in front of the group of children. Harry met his gaze, and Draco's cheeks tinted a faint pink.

"Leave him alone, Malfoy!" Ginny hissed, sounding slightly scary if it wasn't for the fact her nose was smudged with dirt, her hair was mussed, and she was clinging to the hem of Harry's robe in fear.

Draco noticed where her hands were, and feeling strangely possessive of a boy he proclaimed to hate, he stared straight at her and hissed, "Got yourself a girlfriend, eh Potter?" He hated the way his stomach clenched even as he said the words. He didn't want anything to do with Potter, he tried to remind himself, he had Ryder and he loved Ryder, he knew he did. He didn't want Potter!

So why did it hurt that Potter hadn't made the youngest Weasley let go of him?

Harry just looked straight at Draco, unblinking. He seemed to notice what no one else around him did, and that was the jealously and pain that flashed through Draco's silver eyes. He moved away from Ginny, as far as he could without seeming rude, and gave Draco the barest of smiles. He opened his mouth but Lucius Malfoy beat him to it.

"Now, now, Draco, play nice," the man drawled in a voice scarily similar to the one Draco used previously. "Ah, Mr. Potter, it is delightful to meet you." Lucius said silkily holding his hand out to Harry.

Playing along, Harry shook the elder blond's hand. Lucius didn't let go of the hand after they shook; instead he tightened his grip and pulled Harry closer to him. Using the snake that sat on top of the cane he held, he brushed Harry's fringe aside and stared at the lightening bolt scar, Lucius had seen many times before already. "Your scar is legendary," he paused as Harry glared defiantly up at him; Ryder's eyes were sparkling in amusement even if Harry appeared to look annoyed. Taking the game up a notch, Lucius breathed, "as is the one gave it to you."

Harry jerked himself away in self-righteous anger, trying not to laugh. "Voldemort killed my parents." He glared at Lucius.

"You say his name?" Lucius, himself, had yet to dare. "You are either very brave or incredibly foolish." And when he said it, he meant it, and Ryder knew that and backed down.

"Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself," Hermione Granger said pompously from behind Mrs. Weasley. Lucius spent a few moments degrading her and her parents before turning on the Weasleys.

"Red hair, vacant expressions, tatty second hand books," he lifted a book out of Ginny's cauldron, sneered at it and dropped it back in. "You must be the Weasley's." Arthur came over when he noticed Lucius near his children and wife. "Ah, Weasley Sr." He gave what may have passed as a smile between enemies, but was actually Lucius' concealed sneer of hatred and disgust.

While no one had paid much mind to him picking up the Weasley girl's book, they really hadn't noticed him add one more book to her collection. A small, black journal with the initials 'TMR' in gold on the bottom corner had been added to her cauldron, carefully hidden inside one of her 'tatty second hand books'. Lucius frowned. He did feel slightly guilty, especially since his Son and Ryder would be in danger: he trusted his Son to stay out of harms way, and Harry Potter, he trusted, would still have an unhealthy amount of luck to last him through the year.

Ginny Weasley, though, Lucius knew was as good as dead.

He could still remember the voice asking, as it haunted his dreams every night until he decided on a person to gift the journal to, "have you forsssaken your Massster?" He left the bookshop with his shoulders unnaturally straight and Draco at his side, looking worried.

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This year was pathetic, Ryder decided on his way back from Nearly Headless Nick's Deathday Party. He missed the train, and nearly got expelled. Ginny Weasley was stalking him. He was killing himself trying to study for his NEWTs and stick to Hermione's 2nd Year schedule as well. Gilderoy Lockhart was on his 'to kill' list, right at the top, above even Dumbledore. And he officially hated the food dead people ate.

"What the-?" Ron hissed, stopping dead in the abandoned corridor. Harry and Hermione stopped as well.

In front of them, was a large puddle of water, leaking from under the door to Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom. Above the puddle, was Mrs. Norris the cat, hanging by her tail to a light fixture.

"Bugger," Harry cursed, decided he was adding 'dead cats' to his list of reason why he hated this year.

"Oh my," Hermione breathed as she turned to face the wall running along the length of the spreading puddle. Harry looked, and then wished he hadn't.

A group of students were crowding around the now, Draco Malfoy at the forefront. Harry was, for once, not pleased to see him. "The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir, beware." The blond looked maliciously at Hermione. Harry didn't particularly mind; he wasn't all that fond of over bearing Mudbloods either, but he had to pretend, so he glared at Draco along with Ron. "You'll be next Mudbloods," he hissed.

"My cat, you killed MY CAT!" Filch, the caretaker screamed running over to shake Harry by the neck of his robes.

Ryder sighed and wished he could kill the man. He really didn't like how this year was wearing his patience thin, so far.

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Ryder had to admit that sometimes his young love was a bit of a blond idiot. He stared impassively at the snake in front of him, as the rest of the Duelling Club attendees looked on in fear. Snape looked smug as he strutted forward, his wand out.

"Don't move Potter, I'll take care of it." Harry just glared at him.

The cobra turned, hood flared out, and hissed in Snape's direction. Draco actually lost the grin he was sporting and now he had begun to look worried. Snape didn't seem perturbed. Lockhart of course was his usual idiotic self and insisted he could take care of the problem.

Rather than vanish the snake – who to be honest hadn't done anything wrong – he sent her flying ten feet in the air, landing with a dull thump, which must have hurt. She hissed angrily and turned to Lockhart only to be distracted by a rather tasty looking Justin Finch-Fletchley. He Hufflepuff nearly pissed himself with fear.

Even Snape looked worried when Harry moved forward, unbothered by the stares he received, as he began to hiss at the cobra.

"Please don't attack him, the child did you no harm. The blond man is an idiot, while I wish you could eat him, it would be improper. Come to me, beautiful snake, come away from the child." Harry coaxed. The cobra turned towards him and with a contented hiss attempted to wind around Harry's leg, but Snape's banishing spell reached her first. Harry really, really hated Severus Snape.

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Ryder had to leave school again to attend Durmstrang. He had been unable to leave the golem to drink Polyjuice Potion over Christmas, as it wouldn't have transformed, so he would have to go further back now. With a grimace, he twisted the knob on the time turner and prepared himself to start a school year all over again.

Wearing thin, had long ago, lost all sense of meaning to Ryder Hammond. Now, it was more like his motto.

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The Chamber of Secrets wasn't what Ryder was expecting at all. Sure he hadn't actually spoken to Salazar, nor had Rowena ever had a look inside, but Ryder had expected – well – a lot more pomp than he found.

The place was bare, stone walls that were wet with damp and mould, the floor was practically a lake in some places, and the snakes that were sticking out of the wall along the corridor to the main Chamber looked more like bad attempts to install plumping than they did decorations.

Ryder ran a hand over his face; he didn't see the point in wearing his 'skin' at the time. From what Rowena mention to him about a journal and Riddle when he had the chance to talk to her in Durmstrang he knew he was going to need as much energy as possible without wasting it maintaining rune spells.

He had no need for secrecy; Lockhart and Ron Weasley were trapped behind a large cave in, and couldn't see him anyway by now. Tom Riddle's memory was, to Rowena's upset, never leaving the Chamber intact. It was not time yet, Rowena knew, and she also knew that Riddle was not her mate, only a part of him. In time, Rowena and Salazar would be reunited, but until such time came about, Harry Potter had a part to play – which included occasionally defeating Lord Voldemort.

When he caught sight of Ginny's unconscious form, his first thought was whether Ron would mind if he left her there. His second was that he should run to her, because Tom Riddle would obviously expect him to be the chivalrous hero he was pretending to be.

He made a show of trying to wake her, and when Riddle appeared behind him, he tried to get him to run because there was a Basilisk around. Tom already knew that of course. "It won't come until it's called." He had smiled then.

Of course, then Tom called the Basilisk and Ryder was forced to kill it. Typical of Dumbledore help didn't arrive till it was too late, and the fang of the Basilisk had already pierced his arm. Fortunately, Rowena was rather paranoid and Ryder carried a few vials of cure-all potions on him, everywhere. When he wasn't in danger of dying, and Fawkes the Phoenix couldn't hear what was said, he looked at Tom Riddle.

Ryder took a gamble. "Can she hear us?" He nodded towards Ginny.

"No," Tom tilted his head to one side, looking Ryder over suspiciously. "Why?" He still had Harry's wand, Ryder noticed. But it didn't matter as Ryder had to wand he used in Durmstrang on him at all times as well.

"Here's the deal. You have to go back in your journal because Voldemort isn't suppose to come back yet because you'll ruin Rowena's plans." Ryder walked to Ginny and picked up the black, slightly worn looking, journal. "There you go, go back in," he handed it to Tom who began to laugh.

"Why would I do that?" He asked incredulously.

"Seriously, I just explained." Ryder whined. "This year is turning out to be really shitty, and I know Lucius had something to do with you being here so when I next see him I'm going to shout at him." Tom just smirked. "And your mate is too young to mate with Voldemort – the real one, not you – so you need to go away until she's old enough."

That got Tom Riddle's full attention.

If you remember, all Tom ever wanted was someone to love him, and that was what Salazar Slytherin had promised him. But because of Dumbledore, Rowena had not been hosted during Tom's time period, and so he had slipped into the insanity that was Lord Voldemort. Now though, Rowena was alive and well within 12-year-old Rose Hammond, who was undoubtedly too young for the 60-something year old Dark Wizard. Rowena had killed Voldemort to save him from the madness he allowed himself to become lost in, as well as to give Rose time to age while he remained a spirit.

The more time he was 'dead' the more he would de-age. By the time he came to life again, Rowena hoped the age difference wouldn't be too outrageous. She at least hoped Rose was of age: but then when did anything go as planned?

"My mate?" Tom asked, his voice tightly controlled but none the less Ryder felt the anger and fear Riddle was trying to hide. Before the other, younger, boy could move Tom had grabbed him by the scruff of his robes and dragged him forward.

Their bodies were pressed tight against each other, and Tom sniffed at Ryder's neck. "You smell almost like my mate."

"I'm not though," Ryder said almost apologetically.

Tom threw Ryder to the floor, "no, you are not." He growled, "Where is my mate?"

"She is my Sister and she is safe." Ryder stood and brushed himself down. "And if you would go back into the journal and stay out of the way until it's time, Rowena will give you your mate." Tom eyed the diary warily.

"And I'll get my mate?" He asked even as he reached a hand out for the journal.

"Yes," Ryder felt almost sorry for the Dark Lord. He tried to imagine how he'd react if Dumbledore tried to take Draco from him. Yeah, Ryder mused, he'd probably kill a bunch of people too.

"You need to destroy the journal." Ryder took the fang that he had placed in his pocket and stabbed the journal once with it. A gush of black ink pooled around the small hole, and began to flow quicker as Ryder wiggled the fang widening the gash. "I'll have my mate soon?" Tom asked, sounding pathetically desperate, as a large lightening bolt shaped white line appeared on his chest.

Light burst from the line as Ryder stabbed the journal again. Slowly Tom Riddle began to fade away, but the hopeful almost pleading look on his face stayed with Ryder. "Yes," he promised as Tom disappeared completely, "soon."

He kind of knew how Riddle felt, he supposed. The first thing he was going to do when he got to Lestrange Manor, was find Draco and hug him till he turned blue in the face.

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The same day the journal was destroyed, Lucius Malfoy stopped having nightmares about the morning the journal reappeared in his possession, after he spent so long trying to get rid of it.

Also, in the forest surrounding Riddle Manor, where Lord Voldemort's spirit was currently hiding out, a Tom Riddle shaped piece of soul appeared in the middle of a clearing and slowly, Tom began to make his way towards Voldemort.

When Tom touched Voldemort's hand, the elder apparition flinched back in anger, not wanting to rejoin with a separate piece of his soul.

"We can have our mate soon," Tom whispered as he grabbed hold of Voldemort's arm, and forced their beings to merge together.

As Tom disappeared, Voldemort blinked his ghostly eyes, and deep within his mind, Salazar Slytherin stirred for the first time in 50 years, desperate to leave the prison Voldemort had contained him in.

Neither could wait to find their soul mates.

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"So, how did your NEWTs go?" Violet asked when Ryder entered the parlour and gratefully sank down into an empty chair.

"I won't know until August Mother, you know that." Ryder sighed and closed his eyes.

"How do you think you did then?" She asked.

Ryder sat up and frowned at her, "considering I was unconscious for one of them, and will probably lose marks for having to reschedule, and I didn't really have much time to study with the Chamber being opened and everything… I'm screwed aren't I?" He whined slumping back into his chair as Atticus and Rose entered the room.

"I'm sure you did fine darling," Violet smiled and turned to Rose, "I'm sure you both did." The 12-year-old girl beamed, and her Brother wished he had never heard the word 'Hogwarts'.

"Just one summer of peace is all I'm asking for dear gods and goddesses," he stared imploringly at the ceiling. "Just one summer." Atticus coughed nervously and Ryder turned to face his adoptive Father. "What?" He asked, not sure he really wanted to know.

"Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban." Ryder gave him a 'so-what' look. "And he's looking for you. You're going to have to spend the summer with the Dursley's encase they post a team of Aurors." The Aurors of course would be bound to know there wasn't really a Wizard living there. And when Ryder asked why they couldn't send the golem… apparently Sirius Black's animagus form had a very good sense of smell.

He growled, and stormed out of the room as he went to pack. This whole split-personality thing, he decided, was really wearing thin now!

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Well there's that chapter done, a day earlier than I expected it to.

My mum doesn't seem to be sticking to my computer ban, but I have decided that I won't be updating as often anyway:

encase I push her too far and she really does ban me, until June.

and because I did really badly in my mock exams because I decided updating was more important than revising, and I don't feel like repeating High school so I need to do revision this time around. I only have 7 school weeks left or something apparently.

I of course, will still update as regularly as I can, but I won't be starting any new WIPs and the chapters won't be once weekly (as I'm split between 3 now) with less time. Sorry.

Please review, thanks for reading though, and yeah, they are getting older! XD