As promised, here is the next chapter! Happy Valentine's Day everyone! What are you guys doing on this chocolate filled holiday? Me? I'm getting all dolled up with my Shane Dawson is my Boyfriend t-shirt with a skirt and some makeup. I'm straightening my hair then putting on my blue and purple polka-dotted fuzzy socks and curling up in bed with the Jacob Black blanket my brother brought for me and watching a Harry Potter marathon by my lonesome(: -this has been my routine for the last two years and sadly enough I look forward to it(:

Saying Goodbye

Hermione was tired, but she couldn't sleep on the plane. The sky was too bumpy for her to get comfortable. She still had tears in her eyes from when she said goodbye to each one of her new friends. She spent the entire night before with all of them, and Faith dropped her off at the airport in the morning. The past week seemed like a blur to her and she wished she didn't have to leave so soon. She didn't want to say goodbye to the people that she had come to love like Harry and Ron. They had known each other for only five weeks, but they had done things together that made them feel as if they had been friends for all their lives. She had a separate bond with each one in their own way, but she would miss Spike, Faith, and Reid the most. Pressing her fingers to her lips, Hermione smiled as she thought of Reid.

"I'm sorry that you have to go back to my brat of a brother," Reid and Hermione were on their own two nights after the karaoke bar as they searched their section of the cemetery for vampires.

Shaking away the image of Draco that returned to her mind, Hermione shrugged her shoulders, "He doesn't get to me anymore."

"You don't need to lie to me," Reid chuckled. "I can see it in your eyes, Sweetheart, even when you sang the other night, it was him that you were singing for."

"To," Hermione said quietly as she remembered the vision in her mind as she sang, "It was him I sang to."

"Exactly," Reid grinned, gently nudging her with his arm. Laughing when Hermione blushed, Reid shook his head. "It isn't his fault he's like that; it's how Lucius raised him. I hate to think how I would be if I stayed."

"I can't imagine you calling me a Mudblood," Hermione frowned at the idea of Reid being her enemy instead of her friend, "Nor can I picture you wearing green and silver."

Laughing again, Reid nodded his head, "I can't see that either. Maybe I would have been like my cousin," he said with a hopeful grin. Hermione had already gotten used to the idea that Sirius is Reid's second cousin, "Maybe I would have been sorted into Gryffindor or Hufflepuff and my baby brother would be sorted into Slytherin then he would be praised and I would become the white sheep in the Black family."

"I think so," Hermione smiled. "And everyone who hates Draco would love you."

"I would be quite the popular boy then," Reid winked, "And Draco would be extremely jealous of his cooler older brother."

"Ah," Hermione giggled, "Now I see where Draco gets his bigheaded cockiness from."

"I am not bigheaded," Reid scowled. "I'm just extremely cool. And handsome."

Laughing, Hermione pointed her wand at a new vampire that was crawling out of the ground and she set it on fire. "Yes, extremely cocky."

"Whatever," Reid rolled his eyes. "So are you going to tell Ron and Harry?"

"That I like Draco?" Hermione asked then flew her hands to her mouth and flushed a crimson color.

Rolling his eyes and trying to hold in the laughter that wanted to erupt, Reid nudged Hermione again. "No, about me and the rest of the Sons, about Spike and Angel them – even the lawyer and all the cryptic warnings? Are you going to warn them that the World Cup will be under attack?"

"No," Hermione shook her head, still blushing at her slip up but glad that Reid chose to ignore it, "It would only worry them. I told them that I made friends here and that I would explain it all to them, but I decided that the less they know the better off they are. I'll tell Snuffles and Remus the whole story, but not Ron and Harry."

"And my brother?" Reid asked her, "He's bound to have heard about his dear old father's attack on you. He'll most likely mock you for it."

Hermione nodded her head. She thought about that many times before, and it worried her and sickened her to the point that she cried herself to sleep many times, but she couldn't let it bother her. If he knew how much it got to her, he would use it like a weapon against her. "I can't let him win," she said quietly.

"Draco…" Reid stopped walking and Hermione didn't realize it until she was already a couple of steps ahead of him. When she turned around to look at him, Reid took in a deep breath. "Draco is vulnerable, Sweetheart," he told her. There was pain on his face and it warmed Hermione up to see that he still cared for his little brother, "He was raised to believe in the wrong things and he doesn't know any other way. He needs someone to teach him."

Nodding her head to show that she understood, Hermione began to rub her arms as a gust of wind attacked her. For some reason she left her jumper back at the hotel, and she didn't want to use a spell to keep her warm because it didn't feel like an emergency. Reid noticed the way Hermione shivered and chuckled softly to himself. Walking over to her, he was already slipping his arms out of his jacket. Blushing, Hermione thanked him as he wrapped it around her, and snuggled in it. She had never worn a boy's jacket before. When she was younger, her dad would sometimes wrap her up in his own jacket if she fell asleep in the car or if they were out and she got really cold, but this was different – this was a boy who wasn't related to her. Even Ron and Harry had never given her their jackets when she was cold. This was a nice feeling. Keeping her hands in the pockets, Hermione looked down and laughed to herself. Reid was taller than her by nearly a foot, and his jacket fell to her knees. When she zipped it up it looked like a giant black dress on her, and it amused her.

Reid watched Hermione as she laughed at something that he didn't understand, and he smiled at the sight of it; she was wanted for dead, and she's being emotionally tortured, but she still had the time to laugh at the slightest things and smile at people who should have been given up on already. It warmed him up to see a young girl who was already being affected by a long coming war but still managed to stop and smell the flowers. Keeping a few feet behind Hermione, Reid watched as she walked with a bounce in her step, and he knew it… she would be the one to save his brother. She was the only one who would be able to save him. She saw the good in people, and Draco was still impressionable. He had time to change as long as someone took the time to help him. Hermione was the sensible choice – she saw the good in people and she already loved him even if she wouldn't admit it out loud. Smiling at the thought of his brother getting a second chance, Reid stopped walking again.

Hermione didn't hear his footsteps anymore, and turned around. "Now what's wrong?" she asked him.

Shaking his head, Reid smiled. "Nothing," he told her, "Nothing's wrong, Sweetheart."

"Then why'd you stop walking?"

"I just thought of something," he said, and the smile still widened on his face. "So Miss Hermione Granger-"

Raising a suspicious eyebrow, Hermione watched as Reid slowly made his way over to her, "Yes?"

"Is there a certain little Mr. Hermione Granger waiting for you back home?"

Hermione began to choke on air and Reid had to slap her back until she could breathe properly again. "What?"

"You know," Reid wiggled both his eyebrows, "A boyfriend? Ron perhaps?"

"Eww," Hermione shuddered, "Please do not think that ever again. Ron is like a brother to me. And before you ask; yes, Harry is a brother to me as well. Where did that even come from?"

"Well you are about to be fourteen," Reid reminded her, "And most girls your age have boyfriends at this point."

"Not me," Hermione shook her head. For a second, Reid thought he saw remorse flash in her eyes, but it was gone before he could even blink. "The boys at Hogwarts don't look at me like that."

Tilting his head, Reid wondered just exactly what the young witch went through. It was obvious that she was smarter than anyone else her age, and that she was advanced. He knew that his brother and the other Slytherins picked on her, but other than her adventures with her friends, Hermione didn't really talk about herself. And now that he thought about it – Harry and Ron were really the only friends that she talked about. Once in a while she would mention a boy named Neville, but he rarely heard any other names. Reid didn't understand it. Hermione was a beautiful young girl. She was smart and she was brave. Why wouldn't the boys be all over her? "Well it's their lost," he told her. "Any boy would be lucky to have you, Sweetheart."

Laughing, Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "I don't mind it, really. I don't have time to be the doting girlfriend anyway. I mean, with all the trouble I get into with Ron and Harry, I would never have the time to have an actual boyfriend."

"Of course you would," Reid frowned. "That's the fun part of being a teen. Making the time to sneak away and have a boyfriend or girlfriend."

"Oh no," Hermione shook her head; her cheeks a rose color, "I would never be able to sneak around. I'm always with Harry and Ron."

"And when you guys get into another argument?" Reid questioned in slight annoyance as he remembered hearing about Hermione's best friends constantly abandoning her. "Didn't you guys ignore each other for a couple of months when you told McGonagall about Harry's broom and she took it away for inspections? What do you do then?"

Biting her bottom lip while frowning, Hermione shifted in her place and stared at the ground. "I hung out in the library," she remembered. Her home… the library had been her only sanctuary.

"And if it happens again this year?" Reid asked her. "Wouldn't you rather have a boyfriend that you could run to for comfort; someone that you could spend time with and tell all your worries to?"

Looking back up at him, Hermione sighed. "It wouldn't matter even if I did," she told him. "Like I said, Reid… the boys at Hogwarts don't see me in that way. I'm just the bushy haired bookworm who hangs out with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. And I'm okay with that, because that's who I am."

"No," Reid shook his head, walking over to her so that he could place both his hands on her shoulders, "That's not who you are. You are a bright young girl who puts her friends' lives before her own. You're the brave witch who stood back up after suffering the Cruciatus Curse, and fought against a Death Eater on your own. You're the kind human who saw the good in an evil lawyer and gave him hope. You're not just some bushy haired bookworm, Sweetheart, you are Hermione Granger – the most kindest and bravest thirteen year old that I have ever met."

Meeting Reid's eyes, Hermione whispered, "And I'm the one who's going to save your brother."

Reid didn't know what caused him to do it, but he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Hermione stiffened against him and he chuckled against her lips. This was her first kiss and it was in a cemetery with a guy that she had only known for about a month, and her lips were sticky from the watermelon lip gloss she wore. Keeping his hands on her shoulders, Reid felt Hermione's hands go up to his shoulders as her body relaxed against him. Licking her lips with his tongue, he felt her mouth slightly open up and he slipped his tongue inside. Hermione was confused; she didn't know what to do, but Reid didn't seem to mind. He was gentle with her, tracing the roof of her mouth with the tip of his tongue before bringing it down and connecting it with hers. Soon enough, Hermione found a rhythm that she was comfortable with and she was kissing him back.

Pulling away, Reid and Hermione looked at each other. Reid smiled down at her, and Hermione began to laugh. "I don't know," she told him in a smug tone, "I think I'm doing pretty well on my own. I mean my first kiss was with a hot American bloke in a cemetery. How many thirteen year old British girls can say that?"

Laughing, Reid shook his head and ran both hands through his hair, "So much for the bookworm theory. How about you call me up once you're seventeen?"

"I'm sorry Reid," Hermione playfully teased him; "I'm saving my heart for someone else. I mean, you're a cool bloke and all, but I'm afraid we're better off as just friends."

"Damn Sweetheart," Reid shook his head; feigning hurt and throwing his hands over his heart in a teasing way, "You sure know how to hurt a guy don't you?"

Laughing at the memory of her first kiss, Hermione rested her head against the plane's window and saw her parents' reflections: they were both sleeping with their heads on each other, and she smiled at the innocence of their love. Moving her hands up to her throat, Hermione fingered the silver cross that she was now wearing. She thought back to the other night and smiled again.

"Hermione," Angel stepped into the office and looked at the girl who was now getting into a punching contest with Caleb, "Can I see you for a minute?"

"Sure, Angel," making sure to punch Caleb one last time in the shoulder, Hermione grinned as she heard him release a cry of pain then followed Angel downstairs to his bedroom. "What is it?"

Reaching into his pocket, Angel pulled out a crimson colored velvet box. "I brought this for you," he told her; shyly handing it over to her. "It isn't much, but I figured that where you're going and what you're going to face, you should have one."

Curiously opening the box, Hermione smiled up at him. "Angel, it's beautiful. Thank you," taking the item out of the box, Hermione was holding a cross pendent. The cross was the size of her middle finger and had a crimson and gold colored lion in the center of it.

"I figured it would make it personal," keeping his hands in his pockets, Angel kicked at the floor, possibly blushing at what he was doing, "If you had Gryffindor colors on it with a little lion. The chain is sterling silver and the cross was blessed by an actual blind Monk in Tibet and soaked in Holy water for three nights."

Making sure to put the necklace back inside the box, Hermione jumped onto Angel and engulfed him in a hug. "I love it, Angel."

Grinning as she remembered how it was Tyler who put the necklace on her seeing as how Angel couldn't do it himself, Hermione remembered how Cordelia baked her a cake on her last night there and how they all stayed up all night; just laughing and talking and crying. Smoothing down the leather shorts that Faith gave to her as a momentum of when she lived a dangerous life, Hermione continued staring out the window and she smiled at the memory of their little going away party being crashed.

Faith was using Reid as a dummy to show Hermione all the pressure points that could knock out or even possibly kill someone in case she was ever attacked and didn't have her wand on her, Angel was arguing with Cordelia about something that happened in Sunnydale, and Spike was entertaining the remaining Sons with tales of when he was a ruthless killer. Spike had just started to explain about the time that he killed the New York slayer and claimed his new leather coat, when the door opened up. Everyone stopped what they were doing and Angel released a snarl while Spike rolled his eyes. Smiling and slightly waving, Hermione left Faith alone with Reid – who was complaining about being used like a doll – and approached the newcomer.

"Let's go outside," Hermione suggested, leading the crasher back to where he just came from. Turning around, she kept her hands in her pockets. "Hullo Lindsey."

"Hey little darling," Lindsey grinned. "I hear you're leaving tomorrow."

Nodding her head, Hermione shifted uncomfortably. She didn't want to know how he knew things about her. "Yes, in the morning."

"And I assume that you're going to the World Cup?"

Hermione nodded her head again, "My friend's dad got us all tickets from his job. We have box seats."

Lindsey stiffened when he heard that. "Box seats?" when Hermione nodded her head, he shook his, "You shouldn't go. Lucius Malfoy will be sitting in the box too."

Hermione tensed up. "You mean I'm going to be sitting with Lucius and Draco Malfoy?"

"And Narcissa," seeing her confusion, Lindsey chuckled a little. "Mrs. Malfoy, she's-"

"Lucius's wife," Hermione nodded her head, remembering what Reid told her. Narcissa Malfoy was also Reid's mum. "I've heard of her before."

"I heard that they were planning on having the Death Eaters return this year," Lindsey warned her. "There's something that's going on at Hogwarts this year, and somehow the Death Eaters are going to be involved. I don't know what it is, but I overheard some of my bosses talking about it. They seem impressed at what's going to happen."

"I thought the Death Eaters disappeared?"

"They hid in plain sight," Lindsey shook his head. "You remember when I told you that the kids of Death Eaters went to your school?" Hermione nodded her head. "Well I wasn't exaggerating. Not all Slytherins are bad, little darling, but most of them are just as evil as their mask wearing parents. People are going to get hurt at this Cup and they'll be aiming for you. If your friend's dad got tickets from his job I'm assuming he works at the Ministry."

"In Muggle Relations or something like that," Hermione verified.

"Which means that Lucius knows he got the tickets and he knows you'll be there," Lindsey warned her. "Remember what I told you, Hermione; they need you dead before they get to Harry Potter. They won't be aiming for him until you're out of the way."

Taking in a deep breath, Hermione clenched her fists inside of her pockets and nodded her head. "They'll be looking to hurt me at the World Cup. Whatever they have planned involves me getting hurt."

"Precisely – I know that I can't stop you from avoiding danger, but the most I can do is warn you. Once you leave though, I can't keep in touch with you."

Smiling, Hermione looked up at the conflicted lawyer. She could tell that he wanted to continue warning her in his cryptic ways; the frustration in his face told her so. "Don't worry about it," she told him. "I researched your law firm-"

"Of course you did," Lindsey smirked.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione continued, "And I understand how dangerous it is that you've been warning me this far. I appreciate it, Lindsey. You didn't have to, and you're risking your life by doing so… so thank you."

"The world needs more Hermione Grangers."

"No," she shook her head, "The world needs more Lindsey McDonalds."

Lindsey froze in his spot and he stared at her as if he had never seen anything like her before. Clearing his throat, he blushed and scratched his head, "Thank you."

"Do you want to come inside?" she offered him,

Shaking his head, Lindsey glanced at the door. "Angel and I don't really get along; it's the whole him killing my clients and me trying to kill him thing. I just came to give you a heads up and to tell you goodbye."

"Well then," Hermione smiled. "Goodbye Lindsey."

"Goodbye little darling."

Hermione could feel the tears in her eyes, and she tried wiping them away before it got worse. Angel and Spike warned her against Lindsey, but she brushed it off. She saw the good in him. He didn't have to warn her. Faith seemed to share the same opinion as her – claiming that she of all people knew what it was like to be misunderstood and stuck between pure and evil. Reid didn't trust Lindsey, but hearing of his brother's predicament he trusted Hermione. Cordelia just thought it was still unfair that she didn't get to hear the lawyer sing before. The other three were just trying to figure out a way to make it to the World Cup so that they could keep an eye on Hermione.

"Scarlet."

Turning away from the full moon that she was staring at, Hermione shook away her pained thoughts of the suffering that her favorite professor was going through right now and she found herself staring at a frowning Spike. "Yes, William?"

Chuckling, the vampire scratched the back of his neck, "I'm going to miss that, you know."

"What?"

"Being called William," leaning against the railing next to Hermione, Spike stared up at the moon. "Having you here reminded me a little bit of the old me."

"You mean the poem loving ponce that you hate to talk about?" Hermione teased.

Chuckling, Spike nodded his head. "Exactly," he licked his lips. "You know… the proper little Englishman who people loved to mock all the time. I had a love for the books, you know; I loved to speak properly, and I didn't believe in swearing. I followed all the rules and put everyone before myself. Sound familiar?"

"I think so," Hermione nodded her head; a small smile playing with her lips. "It sounds like this bossy know-it-all that attends Hogwarts."

"William had no friends," Spike continued, staring up at the moon with a wishful look on his face. "He only had the love his mum – crazy bitch she turned out to be. Then he met a beautiful woman who saw something in him that no one else did. She looked past the good in him and saw a dangerous beast that was waiting to be released. She bit him, and William no longer existed. He became known as Spike instead and then the real monster was born. It's like you in a way."

"I'm a monster?"

"Of course not. I only mean that whereas Drusilla saw the bad in me, you saw the good in the pretty boy lawyer. I changed for the worst. It took me a century before I became the good guy again. It was like… for a century I was lost and trying to find my way back home. Then I met myself again. I'm still the bad guy, but this time I'm using it to be good."

Hermione broke down Spike's speech into pieces and analyzed it to the best of her abilities, but she shook her head. "I'm confused," she frowned.

"You're the good guy; the one who doesn't have a lot of friends and who got picked on a lot. This is the only difference between us, Scarlet: when you were given powers, you used them for good, and I used my powers to hurt people. Drusilla saw something in me that no one else did and she helped me to become a monster. You see the good in people and help them to become the good guys. You have faith in people that should be killed before they can kill an innocent. You believe in the people that have no hope for a better tomorrow. You're a good person, Scarlet; don't lose it like I did. It took a century for me to find the old me, but you're finding a way to blend in the old you and the new you; use that to your advantage. Once you find a way to do that, no one can hurt you."

Analyzing Spike's every word again, Hermione found a lot of contradictions, but when she dug deeper she realized what he meant. He didn't want her to lose her innocence; he wanted her to continue fighting the good fight. "You want me to save Draco."

"You're the only one who can."

"I'm sure I can have Faith call you William," Hermione teased, not liking the heaviness of this talk, and returning it back to the very start of this conversation.

"Oh god, no," Spike shook his head. "I like it when you call me William because it annoys me. William is a ponce that I want to forget, but you brought him back to life. Plus it sounds lovely in your home accent. I miss that – the accent."

Laughing, Hermione said, "I'll send you a howler every once in a while then."

"What's that?"

"You'll find out," she winked.

"I'm going to miss you Scarlet," Spike sighed.

Hermione looked at him and sighed as well, "I'm going to miss you too. Thank you for looking out for me while I was here, and for teaching me how to punch someone the right way. I'm sorry that I have to leave."

"I understand," Spike nodded his head.

"You should call her."

Frowning, Spike looked at Hermione with a dark confusion in his eyes, "Who?"

"Buffy," Hermione smirked. "I'm not daft, William. Buffy is your Draco. Or well, you're Draco and Buffy is Hermione – you know what I mean," Hermione rolled her eyes when Spike continued to look confused. "She has a destiny, William, one that doesn't involve you. Just like how I have a destiny that doesn't involve Draco. Buffy is supposed to kill you, and in the end Draco's most likely going to kill me. There are always loopholes though. And if you can find that loophole, you can always outrun your destiny. So call her. Call Buffy."

Shutting her eyes, Hermione listened to the rumbling of the plane while the vibrations ran through her body. She owled Sirius and Remus and told them that she would meet them at Grimmauld Place because she had a lot of things that she had to tell them. She would keep her promise to Spike and Angel and tell the two adults everything – as long as they promised they wouldn't speak a word of it to anyone else. Hermione even promised that she would have Sirius keep in touch with Reid so they would know they weren't alone, and that they had blood family who loved them. Her thoughts drifted back to Faith as she drove her to the airport, and Hermione felt her mind slowly starting to blank.

"You have the dagger, right?"

Pulling the thirteen inch dagger out of the purse, Hermione nodded her head, "Yes."

"Good!" turning the radio off, Faith said, "Make sure you carry it everywhere with you. Think of it as your second wand. If you get grabbed, they'll only take away your wand; they won't be expecting you to have that baby. Have you named her?"

Grinning, Hermione traced the curve of the handle and nodded her head, "Destiny."

"Nice," Faith grinned approvingly, "Loving the irony of it, Doll Face. Now you're going straight to Remus and Snuffles once you land right?"

"I'm going home first," Hermione shook her head, "With my parents. Then once I'm sure that they're safe at home, I'm going to meet them."

"And you're telling them everything?"

"Yes."

"Good," Faith sighed. "At least we'll know you have someone in your world who knows the truth. You're still not going to tell Harry or Ron?"

"No. Faith…"

"I'm on it Doll Face," Faith winked. "I'll keep an eye on him for you."

Smiling at how Faith seemed to always know what she was thinking, Hermione looked out her window, "Thanks," at least Lindsey would have someone looking out for him too.

"Can you use your phone at Hogwarts?" asked Faith.

"No, but I'll owl you guys. I promise. It takes about a day for the owl get from London to LA though, but we can still owl each other. I already promised Reid and William that I would buy them their own owl so we can keep in touch. Do you want one too?"

"Ooh," Faith wiggled in her seat excitedly, "Really? I get to have my own owl? And it delivers letters?"

Laughing, Hermione nodded her head. "Yes, I'll get you one too. I can use my phone in the wizarding world, so I'll still be able to text and call you guys while I'm at the Weasleys, but once I reach Hogwarts my phone is worthless."

"Text us once you reach the World Cup then," Faith's voice was stern and filled with such an authority that Hermione didn't dare groan at the way she was being treated like a child. "And call us once you leave. Well, actually… text me throughout the entire thing."

"Reid, William, Caleb, and Angel gave me the same order too."

"Good."

"So what's going on with you and Reid?"

The car swerved a little into the oncoming lane and some car honked their horn at them when Faith began to choke. "W-What?"

"Reid?" Hermione grinned. "I see the way you two look at each other."

"I'll date Reid the day that you convince Draco Malfoy that it's alright to love you back."

Smirking, Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "I thought Faith didn't date. And I thought Reid was the same… I just wanted to know if you two finally shagged yet."

"Hermione!" Faith gasped then groaned. "Oh no, we broke you! We corrupted you."

Laughing, Hermione smoothed down the leather shorts she was wearing. "Well he is a great kisser."

"What? How would you know?"

The rest of the drive to the airport was filled with Hermione telling Faith about her first kiss. To her amazement, her friend wasn't jealous at all but thought it was sweet that Reid did something like that for Hermione, and she wanted every tiny detail about what his tongue felt like. Feeling like she was a normal teenaged girl who was having a normal gossiping conversation with a girlfriend, Hermione was reminded of Parvati and Lavender and it only made her laugh even more. Faith then began to tell her about her own first kiss when she was also thirteen and soon enough the car was filled with howling laughter, and when it came time to say goodbye, both girls were in tears.

"Now you text me once you land," Faith told her.

"I will," Hermione promised. "Please stop being such a hag to Reid."

"Will you stop arguing with Draco?"

"Touché."

Pulling the younger girl into a tight embrace, Faith kissed her forehead, "Be careful out there Doll Face, it's a cruel world."

"Says the girl who spends all her nights in a cemetery," Hermione rolled her eyes, but appreciated the worry. "Tell everyone I said goodbye, will you?"

Nodding her head, Faith wiped away her tears, "Damn… look at you Doll Face, you got me crying and whatnot."

Laughing, Hermione wiped her own tears away as well, "I won't tell anyone if you don't."

"Deal."

"Be careful, Faith," Hermione told her. "And thanks for Destiny and the shorts. Harry and Ron are going to freak out when they see them."

Hugging the girl once more, Faith released her again, "Five by five, Doll Face, five by five."

Woohoo! Only one more chapter left! It's like 7 in the morning over here right now and you know my plans for the day, but at 3 I have to take my niece to her therapist then we're having a huge family dinner thing. But once I return home I'll upload the final chapter. So tonight I'll have the last chapter of this story and the first chapter of the sequel up! (: