A/N: Folks, I hate to say this, but if your Q&A last week is any indication, you missed out on the whole meaning of Chapter Forty-Seven and I was (once again) being way too convoluted in my story.

A suggestion then.

Go back and reread the last two sentences Orion says. If you get it, wonderful! The story will take on a whole new meaning for you from here on out. If not, it isn't going to be spelled out for a few more chapters.

That's pretty much it for this week.

Except,

as always,

Enjoy.

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CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT - CAPTIVITY

Each step seemed to echo around him as Harry slowly made his way down the corridor. Having walked for what seemed like hours, Harry had noted that the corridors were growing steadily darker, the only light currently being supplied that of torches hanging from the damp, stone walls. Every so often he could feel Roland stirring in his warm cocoon as his nestled himself closer to the warmth of Harry's back.

Harry had ask Roland if he knew anything about the area they were presently in, but the little snake had said only that he figured they were in the lower regions of the castle, where the dungeons were, and that he knew nothing of the dungeon corridors and wouldn't be of much help guiding Harry through them.

Harry had spent most of his time wondering where the others were and if they were all right. But what was currently praying on his mind the most is if Voldemort was with them or not, and if he wasn't, where was he? Because wherever Voldemort was, and whatever was happening to him, was also happening to Sirius.

He had run over the events a hundred time that had brought him into contact with the wizard. He had walked through the doorway, which had obviously been a ward. But Voldemort had gone through first. So he had to have been effected by the ward as well. But if he was, why hadn't he reappeared in the same place Harry had. Or for that matter, any of the others? Had the ward been set up only to single him out, or both he and Voldemort? Or was Voldemort still with the others and Sirius was currently safe...or as safe as any of them were currently.

Harry was about to wake Roland to see what he might know about that particular ward when a soft sound caught his attention. But it was so faint he wasn't sure if he had heard it or not.

Reaching behind him, Harry gave his robe hood a sharp shake.

"Roland." He whispered.

A small green head slowly slinked its way up thorough the material. Harry could feel each movement the little snake made as he searched for the opening. But finally a soft hissing and a slight tickle of a tongue against his ear made him turn his head.

"I told you I won't be of any help to you down here." The little snake reminded him as he slid up to Harry's shoulder. "I never came down here. It was too dark and cold for my liking."

"Shhhh!" Harry hissed back at him. "Listen."

The little snake lifted his head, his tongue testing the air. "So?"

"Do you hear anything?"

Roland pulled himself up a bit higher on Harry's shoulder until he now sat on top of it.

"Well?" Harry asked.

"A slight sound." Roland replied. "Doesn't sound good though."

Harry couldn't help but be amazed that a sound he couldn't even hear this time Roland picked up on easily. But it was the little snake's last comment that concerned him the most. When he had first thought he hear the sound, he didn't think it was a good one either. The noise to him had sounded like a soft, pain-filled moan.

"Can you follow it?" Harry asked.

"Oh, that's all you want." Harry could practically hear the relief in Roland's hissing. "Yes. I can follow it."

"Then lead me to it." Harry instructed him.

Roland lifted his upper body again and tested the air once more. "That way." He told Harry, indicating the direction with the tip of his tail.

Harry followed ever direction Roland gave him with complete trust. Every so often Roland would ask him to stop so he could test the air again for any sound or because the sound, he would tell Harry, had stopped. But the stops were never very long, and soon they were heading down another corridor or making another turn.

Harry had never been so grateful for the little snake since they had gotten lost in the castle corridors originally. After traveling about, making one turn after another, Harry was sure he could never have followed the sound accurately without Roland's help.

But Harry's confidence in the little snake's abilities abruptly took a nose dive as he turned a corner and found himself facing a stone wall. Harry turned a stern look to the snake.

"Small error?" Harry asked.

"Nope." Roland replied., again gesturing with his tail. "That's where the sound is coming from."

"It's a wall, Roland!" Harry pointed out sharply.

The small snake gave him a curious stare. "You sure you're a wizard?" He asked.

Harry thought the question was a bit odd for the present situation, and he was about to answer Roland when a sound caught his attention.

A soft, almost inaudible moan.

Coming from the wall.

Harry stood staring at the wall for a moment. The wall couldn't be moaning. But perhaps something behind it was.

What had Katlin taught him about concealment spells? You can look right at something and not see it. And he had never seen on from the side most people do. He had always been on the inside looking out. Never the outside trying to look in. He had no idea what the concealment spell might actually look like.

Harry pulled out his wand. Katlin had taught him how to set up the spell as well as how to dispel it. But again, he had always done so from the other side. He had no idea if the spell would work directed at the front of the barrier. As well, he hadn't been the one to set the spell in place either. Perhaps it wouldn't respond to his counter-spell.

Harry pointed his wand at the barrier and spoke the dispelling charm.

Nothing.

Harry tried again.

Again - nothing.

"Once more I ask you," came the voice from his shoulder, "are you sure you're a wizard?"

Harry turned to the little snake. "What do you mean?"

"It's just a 'concealment' spell." Roland pointed out as though this explained everything.

"I know what it is." Harry replied with a touch of irritation. "What I don't know is how to get rid of it."

"Get rid of it?" Roland asked. "It's a concealment spell." He repeated. "Con - ceal - ment."

"So?"

The little snake shook his head. "Put me down." He ordered.

Harry obligingly put Roland on the ground. The little snake immediately headed for the barrier and, without the slightest hesitation, slithered through it. Then just as quickly slithered back out again.

"Con - ceal - ment." Roland enunciated again.

Harry stared in amazement at the barrier before him. "You mean there's nothing there to keep anyone from walking through it?"

"Very few people want to walk through a stone wall." The little snake replied. "And it's not like a muggle could do it. Just wizards."

Harry suddenly thought of the barrier at the platform of King's Cross station. "So this must be how they keep muggles from getting to Platform 9 3/4." He muttered.

"Platform what?" Roland asked.

But Harry just shook his head. "Never mind." But a thought suddenly struck him as he quickly turned to Roland. "But if the barrier keeps out anyone but wizards, how can you get through it?" He asked.

Roland coiled himself up indignantly. "I happen to be a wizard's familiar." He announced. "Therefore I can go through barriers. Got charmed once so I could do it."

"Well, lets get going then." Harry replied, leaning down to pick Roland up again.

But the little snake coiled back. "Just a minute." He stated. "Before you go in there, how's your stomach?"

"My what?"

"Had lunch?"

Harry shook his head again as he stepped over the snake. "I don't have time for this, Roland." He replied. "Just come on."

Once he was on the other side of the barrier, Harry found himself understanding Roland's questions a lot better.

The room was little more than a cell with a dirt floor. A wall of steel bars stretched across the front. Behind them, in the center of the room, a body hung, suspended from the ceiling by two chains attached to its wrists. The chains had been left just long enough that the person could kneel on the ground, but nothing more.

Harry stood in horrified amazement at the sight of the man, wondering if he was even still alive. But the shock of the man's state was suddenly broken through as Harry recognized the long, raven black hair and who the man suspended by the chains was.

"Voldemort!?" Harry launched himself at the steel bars in a blind panic. He wrapped his hands about them and shook them as hard as he could to no avail. "Voldemort!" Harry called again. He couldn't be dead, Harry told himself. Roland had followed a sound here. It had to come from him.

The body in the cell shifted slightly against the chains.

"Voldemort!" Harry called, the panic in his voice rising. "Wake up! You have to wake up!"

"You have to shut up!" Came a whispered hiss from the floor. "You want to bring every guard down here!"

"We have to get him out of there." Harry whispered back. "We have to get into that cell." Harry shook the bars again in frustration. How was he suppose to get through steel bars? This was no simple illusion. He could feel the cold metal against his skin.

"His wand is there." Roland observed suddenly.

Harry looked up. Sure enough, hanging from a piece of rope in the center of the cell was a wand, much like his own in size and color. It had to be Voldemort's. The wand was centered in such a position that even if the man in the cell could stand, he still wouldn't be able to reach forward far enough to get to the wand.

Harry stood up and pressed himself as far between the bars as he could. But stretching with all his might, he still fell a few precious inches short of being able to reach the wand. After several tries, he gave up with a disgruntled sigh. How could he reach it? There were no sticks or poles or...Harry's gaze slowly fell on Roland.

"What?" The little snake asked, noticing the young wizard's stare.

In answer Harry grabbed Roland up off the floor. "Roland, we have to get that wand to get the door open." Harry explained, reaching once again though the bars of the cell. But this time He held his hand out flat, where Roland sat contently curded up.

The snake looked over at the wand, which hung a good three inch from Harry 's finger tips. Then looked at the floor. Then looked back at Harry.

"That's an awful long fall if I miss." He argued.

"You won't fall." Harry replied, straining to move Roland closer to the wand.

"Fine for you to say. You're not the one seated out here overlooking the abyss."

"Will you just grab it!" Harry whispered through clenched teeth as he pressed as hard as he could against the bars.

Roland sighed to himself and inched closer to the end of Harry's fingers. Slowly he extended himself until he was just a bite away from the wand. With his tail wrapped tightly about Harry's small finger, Roland lunged out at the wand, managing to grab it in his mouth on the first try. But instead of pulling the wand back, Roland found the small stick of wood heavier than he expected, and instead found himself pulled off of Harry's hand by its weight as the wand swung back from the force of his lung.

"Roland!" Harry called in a whisper. "Are you all right?"

The little snake curled his tail underneath him and quickly let go of the stick in his mouth. He slithered up the pole until he had himself curled securely about the wooden stick and part of the string holding it.

"Did I neglect to mention how much I don't like heights?" He hissed back.

"It's only a few feet to the ground." Harry reminded him.

"To YOU!" The little snake replied. "To me it might as well be 10 feet."

"We still need that wand, Roland."

Roland looked up the rope. It was tided in a secure knot to a peg handing from the stone ceiling. The little snake sighed again as he turned his attention to the knot he sat curled around. Dismally he began his task of untying the knot. Within a few minutes the wand came free and fell to the ground.

"Just a minute, Roland." Harry called. He quickly shucked off his robe and, balling it up, tossed it into the cage under the rope. "That will at least make for a softer landing for you."

Roland sighed once more as he stared at the pile of black cloth beneath him. He doubted it would do much good. But he still aimed as carefully as he could before letting go of the rope and falling to the ground.

Harry watched in tense anticipation for something to move on the black cloth.

"Roland?" He called softly. "Roland? Are you all right?"

A muffled voice hissed back at him, and abruptly Roland appeared from under the material, the thin stick in his mouth. He promptly slithered over to the bars and handed the wand to Harry.

"I think I broken every bone in my body with that fall." The little snake spat as soon as Harry took the wand out of his mouth.

"Melodramatist." Harry chastised him lightly. "If you's broken every bone you wouldn't be able to move."

Roland rapidly collapsed to the ground, laying as limply as he could.

Harry shook his head. "Honestly." He scooped the little snake up and settled him into his hood. "There. Stay there until you 'heal'."

"No gratitude." Harry heard a soft voice echo up from the depths of the material. "No gratitude at all."

Harry quickly turned his attention back to the lock on the cell door. A quick unlocking charm and he pulled the door open.

Once in the cell, Harry rush to the figure hanging in the chains. Up close he could see the injures were even worse than he thought. Most of the exposed skin had cuts on it of some kind. One eye was swollen shut while the other was surrounded by a dark black circle. The lips were cracked and covered in dried blood. One cheek displayed a vivid purple bruise while the other a half healed cut that look particularly deep. A frighteningly clear dark line encircled the neck.

For every breath the body took, Harry could hear the clear rattling deep in the chest.

As he stood to examine the locks on the chains themselves, Harry gasp as he caught sight of Voldemort's back. Not a scrap of material was left covering the back, which was crisscrossed with slashes and cuts. Dirt was deeply ground into most of the cuts, showing at some point the body had been dragged for a good distance. Likely back to the cell from wherever the actual whipping had taken place. If nothing else, from the tracks in the dirt of the cell floor, Harry could tell the body had been unceremoniously dragged back into the cell from wherever they had at one time taken it.

Harry reached forward and gently touched one of the deeper cuts. The body under his fingers lurched slightly, then relaxed again.

Harry quickly moved about to the man's front again.

"Voldemort." He called softly. "Voldemort. Wake up." He called a little louder. "You have to wake up. I have to get you out of here before they come back."

One eye slowly opened as the head moved with painful slowness towards him.

Elated to get that much of a response out of the man, Harry quickly set to work on the chains, trying the first of a number of spells he was already compiling in his head. But a soft rattle of voice broke his concentration .

Harry leaned back down closer to Voldemort's face. "What is it ?" He asked. "What's wrong?"

This time the words came out with much clearer a pronunciation.

"Get. Out." They were all but hissed at him.

"I'm trying to get you out." Harry answered back quickly. "Just give me a minute.

"No." The voice hissed back at him this time. "You." It stated clearly. "Get. Out."

"Me?" Harry asked. "I can't just leave you here. I have to get you out."

"They'll come back." Voldemort fought to get each word out past dried lips. "Find you here." He took a deep, rattled breath. "Get! Out!" He repeated.

"Not until you're free." Harry replied firmly, going quickly back to his work on the chains.

The body seemed to relax against the chains again, as thought it had spent what little strength it had. Harry worked three more charms on the chains before Voldemort spoke again.

"My wand." He rasp out. "Where is my wand?"

"I have it." Harry replied. "I'm trying to open the locks on the chains with it. I guess because it's part of my wand, it works pretty well for me. A few more tries and I'll likely have it."

"Give it to me." The voice stated softly.

Harry figured Voldemort likely knew the right spell to open the locks on the chains and quickly handed the wand over to him without hesitation. But the instant he did he found the wand pointed directly at him and barely had time to register the words of the Imperio curse before the spell overtook his senses.

Just as in Moody's classes, Harry quickly began to try shaking off the curse. But Voldemort immediately followed the spell with a second, stronger one and Harry felt the curse take a firmer hold on his senses.

"Now listen to me." A rasping, but clear voice spoke to him from somewhere in the haze covering his sight. "Something is coming to capture you. If you run, it won't get you. The moment you stop, you'll hear it following . It'll come until you leave this place. Now go!"

Harry felt the fear welling up inside of him. Something undefined seemed to be assaulting most of his nerves, sending a shock of adrenaline through his system. He had to run. He had to get somewhere safe. Something was coming for him and he had to escape it.

Even as he got slowly to his feet, Harry fought the feeling with everything in him. It wasn't real, he told himself over and over. There was no danger. There was nothing there.

But still his body reacted to the imagined danger and began backing out of the cell. Even as he kept his eyes focused on the man before him and continued to fight the spell, his body kept retreating to its imagined safety.

"Go!" Voldemort hissed at him again.

The verbal push was all Harry's senses needed to force his will to collapse. He turned and sprinted off down the hallway towards his perceived safety.

How long he ran Harry had no idea. Every time he started to slow down, his will again trying to over-ride his senses, a new surge of fear forced it down and he ran on towards safety.

But somewhere in his flight he ran headlong into a tall object that grabbed hold of him as he tried to sidestep it. The fear surged up with renewed force and Harry began fighting the restrains on him with all he had in him.

"Let me go!!!" He screamed.

"Harry! Stop it." Orion's voice called out. "Stop! It's Orion. Stop fighting."

But Harry fought all the harder. The danger was pressing in on him and he had to get away.

"Harry, stop it!"

"Orion, let me see him." Another voice stated.

Harry knew the voice and turned to it briefly to confirm his belief.

Katlin's violet eyes seized hold of his for a moment. But he quickly closed his own eyes, forcing his attention away from her.

"He's under a spell." Katlin's voice declared as Harry felt himself passed to another person. "We need him calmed down before we can do anything for him."

Harry felt himself held in two powerful arms as his body was forcefully turned about.

"Harry." A gentle voice called to him.

Harry opened his eyes. Presumably just for a second to confirm the owner of the voice for him. But the second he locked stares with the eyes of his godmother, Harry felt his will seized by a force more powerful than his fear. Whatever he had been so afraid of vanished in the depths of those eyes. The most wonderful feeling came over his body as it relaxed. It was like the feeling he had just before falling asleep.

"Everything's all right, Harry." The voice promised him. "Nothing can hurt you. You'll believe only that. Only what I tell you."

Harry felt his whole being reach out and willing embrace the concept handed to him as his body relaxed in Lupin's arms.

"Whatever was after you...whatever was frightening you...it's gone now. It can't hurt you any longer."

His whole attention focused on that calm, reassuring voice. He just knew that whatever it was telling him, it was the truth. And he had no choice but to believe it, which was just fine by him. He didn't even resist this time when he felt himself turned back to face Katlin's concerned stare.

"Whoever did this had a great deal of power." She speculated as she peered intently into his eyes. "The boy has a strong will, but it was no match for this spell."

"Can you undo it?" Orion asked.

Katlin raised her wand. "It'll take a few minutes."

"Well, get on with it. We're sitting ducks here."

Harry stayed locked in Lupin's grip while Katlin went through a complex series of spells. Slowly Harry began to feel as though a massive weight were lifting off of him until in the end he doubted he felt much of anything at all. Much like free falling through the air.

When she finished, on Katlin's instructions, warning he may be a bit disoriented, Lupin slowly turned Harry back to face Arabella.

"Keep a good grip on him, Remus." Arabella warned. "It's not going to be too pleasant for him."

Getting a bit annoyed that everyone kept talking like he wasn't able to hear them, Harry was about to say something when he suddenly felt something like a solid blow to his body. Not to just the chest, or the leg, or arms. But his whole body. He collapsed hard into the hold that Lupin still had on him, feeling as though his body were abruptly reintroduced to the concept of gravity.

"All right." Lupin stated, holding tightly onto him as Harry tried to stabilize his legs under him again. "Take it slowly."

Harry struggled for several more moments to regain his balance and test his body against the strange new force pulling on it and holding him firmly to the ground.

"Kind of like coming off a levitating spell, isn't it?" Arabella asked with a small smile.

"Worse." Harry replied, still unsure of his footing as he moved slowly about.

"Harry, what happened?" Orion asked. "You came barreling around that corner like something from the forbidden forest was after you."

Harry thought for a moment as he traced his thoughts back. Wandering through a haze of memory, Harry's eyes suddenly widened.

"Ohmagosh! Voldemort!"

"Voldemort?" Katlin spoke up first. "What about Voldemort? Have you seen him?"

"He's...he's in a cell." Harry remembered, pointing behind him. "Back...back there..." Harry turned in the direction he had pointed, his voice trailing off into a dismal realization of the situation. "...somewhere."

"Somewhere?"

"I...it's all hazy. I was just running. I took some turns..." Harry fought with his memory, but gave up in an exasperated sigh. "I just can't remember. He's the one who put the spell on me."

"Voldemort?" Katlin asked in disbelief. "Why would he do such a thing?"

Harry wasn't sure of the answer himself, so he simply went with what he did know. "They have him locked in a cell. And they've beaten him real bad. They have him chained by his wrists, kneeling on the floor." Harry turned back to his uncle. "He was hurt really bad, Orion. Worse than what the Deatheaters did to Sirius."

"That's still Sirius' body. If Voldemort dies, so will Sirius." Orion stated, turning to his nephew. "Can you retrace your steps at all? Show us where this cell is?"

"I doubt I could." Harry stated, rummaging about in the hood of his cloak. "But I know someone who can."

"Getoff!" Harry heard a small voice whine. "I'm not healed."

"We need your help, Roland."

The small head poked its way out of the material, skillfully avoiding Harry's hand all the way. "Oh, 'we need your help', is it?" The snake asked. "Not a decent night's sleep for a poor snake?"

"Not tonight." Harry replied, grabbing hold of Roland and settling him on his hand. "I need you to take us back to the cell Voldemort was in."

Roland looked about at the others intently watching him.

"Regrouped, have we?"

"Roland, please!" Harry begged.

The little snake sighed. "Give me a minute then."

Harry watched intently as the little snake twisted about on his hand, testing the air around him. He did this several times before turning back to Harry.

"Nothing." He said. "I can't hear anything."

Harry's face fell with his hopes.

"What is it, Harry?" Lupin asked.

"He says he can't hear anything. I guess I ran too far."

"Can you retrace any of your steps? Even a little of the way?"

Harry shook his head. "Not with any accuracy. I could take a wrong turn and get us even more lost."

"Well, you came this way, so there has to be a trail still." Lupin replied.

"But what good is it?" Orion ask, turning to him.

Lupin gave him a small smile. "A great deal in the right hands."

Abruptly Lupin's shape shifted, and in its place stood a large, tan coated wolf. The animal quickly put its nose to Harry's hand, then to the floor as it started moving off in the direction Harry had come. With a brief exchange of glances, the others quickly started off after him.

Nearly thirty minutes later Roland suddenly sat up in Harry's hand.

"Wait a minute!" He announced. "I hear something."

Lupin quickly shifted back to his original shape as Harry took to conversing with the snake again.

"What is it?" Harry ask. "Is it Voldemort?"

Roland's tongue tasted the air several times. "Tastes the same." He replied. "It has to be him. That way." Roland indicated with his tail.

The group quickly took of in the direction Roland had indicated. A few minutes later they found themselves standing before a solid brick wall.

"This is it?" Orion stated. "He led us to a wall?"

Roland sighed as he turned to Harry. "Wizards, huh?" He asked.

"It's an illusion." Harry explained quickly. "Like...like the wall at King's Cross Station."

Orion didn't waste any further time. With a few quick steps he disappeared through the wall. The others quickly followed.

On the other side of the wall, things were much the same as Harry had remembered leaving them, with the door to the cell open, promising an elusive freedom to its sole captive.

Katlin was the first person in the cell, running to Voldemort's side and kneeling next to him as she took his face in her shaking hands.

"My lord!" She cried in a whisper. "What have they done to you?"

One eye barely opened as Orion and Lupin went to work on the chains. It fought to focus on her as the voice rasp out her name. "Katlin?"

Before she could even answer him the chains came lose and the body collapsed into Katlin's arms. She carefully held him to her as Arabella began checking over the worst of the injuries.

"It'll be all right." Katlin promised softly, holding his body as carefully as she could. "We will show them the price for what they have done. All of them."

"Well, long before we start showing them anything," Arabella put in, "we need to get him out of here. Somewhere safe that I can look at these injuries better."

But a hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"Just a minute." Orion stated. "I have a much better idea. One that may save us a lot of trouble in the future. Bo!" Orion called, looking over his shoulder.

Almost immediately the boggart materialized. With a quick look over the situation, the boggart instantly started towards the injured man. But Orion grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"No." He instructed in a firm, short order.

The boggart turned back to him in an almost confused manner, then quickly launched into a short, curt series of gestures. Orion watched them carefully. He knew Bo's first instinct would be to heal. But he also knew the boggart was reacting to his brother, and not the body's current occupant. And he had no idea what allowing Bo to heal Voldemort might have as an affect on his friend. Besides, he already had a much better idea.

"Bo, I need you to call Becca here."

The boggart stopped what he had been saying in mid-gesture. He seemed to consider the request for some time before signing a question to his channeler.

Orion shook his head. "You do know how. Just call to her. She'll answer you, I guarantee it."

Harry heard the boggart give a quiet sigh that slightly ruffled the cloth of the hood hanging in front of its face. But that was the only discernable gesture he could find in the boggart's actions. But after a few moments, Harry noted a slight tremor in the boggart's body, as though it were struggling with or against something. The battle, however, wasn't a long one. Within a few more seconds, the boggart pulled itself up to its full height, raising its arms towards the top of the cell before dropping one arm as it pointed to a area just before it.

Almost instantly a very confused Becca appeared amid a bright flash of light. But the confusion was short lived as she turned a furious, narrowed stare on the boggart.

"You!" She stated, pointing a finger at him. "You are responsible for this?!"

Q&A

Skahducky:

So any of those wizards can summon Becca just like Orion does with Bo? How did Becca get into this situation in the first place?
Also, aren't there fourteen wizards in total because there were thirteen in the circle but based on their conversation, Heudros wasn't there, so that means he was missing from the binding ritual, right?
Anyway, this is a great chapter. Please update soon!

As to your first question, yes. Any one of them can summon her. How she got into 'this situation' is a large part of the story. So, as per my favorite answer, 'I can't answer that'.

Ummmmmm..., kinda-sorta. No, Heudros wasn't there, but there was a reason for that. As the story progresses you'll see why Heudros wasn't at that gathering. And why there may only be 14 in the group will depend on, after you learn a bit more about him, why you may not consider him a part of the group so much 'as the group'.

MasterLupin:

So she is not what she apears to be? Hmm... I will have to re-evalutae my theroy on what will happen.

Now you see, I'll have to wait for your theory to figure out if I was being to convoluted about Becca or not. Currently I am swinging towards the 'I was' possibility, seeing as no one seems to have picked up on exactly who or what Becca really is.

As for her not being what she appears to be? Believe it.

CelticHeiressFiona:

Awesome chapter! Very interesting events with Becca. As for Roland, slightly was the key word in that sentence. No one is ever fully explained in the middle of a story. That would just be boring. Everyone's still got secrets hidden up there sleeves.

And trust me, Becca is a very interesting character.

Well, as that we're on (technically) chapter 62, I would hope we're a little more than half way (we are). But as for Roland's part in the story, as that he was just introduced, true, he isn't yet at his 'halfway mark' yet.

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