Draco Malfoy Rolled over in his bed, gripping the bed sheets tightly as he did so. His face contorted in pain, showing that he was clearly having a very bad nightmare. Sweat glistened on his forehead in the moon light, making him look even paler than he usually did. A quiet whisper escaped his lips as he tossed over again; as if he were being struck by something. "No…" Was the word that kept coming from his lips, over and over again. "No, please stop." His nightmare rolled on, despite the pleas of his conscious mind and refused to let him go back to the world of the living.

Breath of Fire VIII

By:

Satashi

A sixteen year old Draco yelped in pain as the lash of magical energy cracked against him again. Although no mark appeared where the energy hit him, it was clear the pain was still lingering. He was tied to a chair, head sagging and sweat covering his body. His hands were bound behind him by crackling magical circlets. His feet were also confined to the legs of the chair by the same cruel means. "That will teach you to insult the name of Slythern again." Lucius snarled down at his son, obviously displeased, his voice full of hatred. "You lost the match against Harry Potter yet again!"

"But father…" Draco's voice was weak and blood dripped through his teeth from internal injuries. "I won the house cup…"

"But you lost at something else!" Came the response. Clearly perfection was the only thing accepted. "No dinner, and you'll stay here all night!"

"…Yes, Father…"

"Ah, Lucius." Voldemort said with his haunting voice when he apparated into the room. "Such a… lovely evening for a get together, don't you think?"

"Yes, My Lord." Lucius agreed hastily, bowing his head.

"Have the others arrived yet?"

"Yes. They are awaiting your presence in the main hall, Lord."

"Very well." Voldemort walked to the door leading to the Living room, opening the doors with a glare from his slitted eyes. Instantly the room went dreadfully quiet and several heads bowed as soon as they realized who had just come in. "I'm sure you are wondering why you were called here tonight," he said, walking to the middle of the circle.

"Yes, Lord." Wormtail voiced humbly. The silver hand caught the fire light and reflected it in a shower of dazzling sparks on the floor below him.

"I feel it is time to use the ring."

"The ring, my Lord?" Another Death Eater asked, looking up in shock. "But, Lord, no one has ever-"

"Crucio!" The crackling energy made everyone in the room fight to stop from wincing. The screams of the tortured man rang throughout the Malfoy manour and echoed on the cold stone walls. "Has ever what, Parn?" he asked calmly, as though he were not inflicting deadly pain on one of his followers. "Ever worn the ring and stayed sane? Is that what you were going to say?"

Parn could not reply, however, as he was still gasping for air while screaming at the same time. It had been ten seconds since the spell was first cast, and his vision was starting to swerve with red lines and yellow dots. A second later, the source of the pain was removed, but the feeling of glass flowing through his veins was still there three-fold. He desperately tried to answer, and found himself able to a few moments later. "Y-yes my Lord…"

"That is true," The leader said, looking around the circle of men. "Five have been driven to insanity by the simple silver band of the Angel. However!" The Death Eaters again forced themselves not to flinch at the sudden outburst. "I do believe there is one of us who can achieve this feat. One of us who has been raised since he was born to hate the muggles. One who has been trained in the dark arts since he could grasp a wand…" Slowly the Serpent allied wizard turned to Lucius. "One such as Draco."

"Draco, Lord?" Lucius asked, masking his surprise and forcing himself to sound curious rather than as though he were questioning the decision. "Might I ask why someone so unworthy be given such power?"

"He is the closest to my nemesis." He-who-must-not-be-named-but-is-in-this-fanfic-anyway answered in a deep voice. "Harry Potter has escaped me five times now. Once in the forest, saved by a centaur, once in the school while I was forced to merge with a teacher. The next time I met him was the tri-wizard tournament. That was his first real brush with death, but the next year the Order saved his life. This year I almost had him, but his two friends worked together enough to save his pathetic life, even while he was dying. What I need is an inside source that can fight with me. Someone strong enough to stand by my side."

He let this sink in before continuing. "I have single handedly killed more people than all of you combined. I have granted you all power beyond wizarding imagination. I have given each of you a new life from the grasp of death and pain itself. But!" By now the group had prepared themselves and did not jump. "I have yet to have a single one of you gain enough power to stand by me in a fight. That is why we will use Draco. We will use his dark mind to tame the ring and use it against Potter.

"Being brought up by Lucius, Draco has been trained to hate everyone and close his heart to everything. He has seen countless people tortured in front of his eyes and did not blink when I killed someone, splashing him with the blood. His mind is warped and dark. A mind like his can tame the ring and he will be able to use the power for us. Draco Malfoy will be my Brother in Magic."

"Bring the boy!"

Draco felt himself being slapped across the face and awoke from his sleep groggily. The binds holding him to the chair were released and he fell to the floor instantly, too weak to even catch himself from slamming against the cold marble. "Up boy!" His father told him, casting an awakening charm on him. "The Lord wishes to see you.

The world came into new light when the spell hit him. He hated this spell and his father knew it. Unlike normal alert spells, this one made the victim so incredibly awake and alert it usually forced their body to sleep for a day after it was used. However, he needed the energy if he was going to meet with Voldemort after being punished by his father.

When Draco walked into the main hallway, he was dressed in a tight fitting green short sleeve shirt with loose black fighting pants. His pale white/blond hair curled lightly around his neck, tickling him and making him wish to get it cut again.

"Welcome, Draco."

Draco froze a moment and turned to see where the voice was coming from. He had only heard it a few times before and he knew instantly who it was when it was spoken to him again. It sounded like a cross between a snake and a hypnotist in the prime of his act. "My Lord."

Voldemort looked at him pleased. "Draco, you have been chosen to stand by my side and aid me in the destruction of the very world itself. We shall slay thousands of mud-bloods and muggles, leaving only the pure-bred wizards left to rule over a wasteland of pain and chaos. How do you feel?"

'Honestly? I feel like crap, but I'm not going to tell you that am I?' The words ran through his head, but his mouth chose to speak something else. "Killing mud-bloods? Sounds like fun."

"Very well then, welcome to the fold, Draco." Voldemort's wand leveled with him. "As such, we should throw a party for you. Crucio!"

Pain.

It hurt. Badly. So very badly. Thankfully it was over soon, and he let his mouth open to draw in air and feed his starving lungs.

"Impressive." Voldemort went on, sheathing his wand in his pocket. "He did not cry out. I do believe that this proves my idea of giving him the ring…"

Draco's mind reeled as his stomach lurched. 'Ring?..."

"Unseal it and put it on him."

Draco felt his left hand being taken and a cold circle was placed over his finger. Instantly a voice filled his head with questions. They were frantic and kept coming. With the new strain on his mind, he collapsed once more to his knees and grabbed his head. Pulling his hair, he screamed loudly…

And passed out

It has been several hours since that time and it was now morning. The sunlight invaded Draco's room with a bright shining streak that always seemed to creep through his curtains and hit him right across his eyes. The young boy tried in vain to stay asleep, and soon found himself sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He was in his room now, and he looked around and saw that it was exactly the same as he had left it last year. It was full of books and different magical objects. His Thunderflash broomstick hovered by his closet, held still by the levitation spell until he grasped it to fly.

"Good Morning."

"Huh?" The poor confused boy looked around suddenly, trying to find the voice that spoke to him.

"I said, 'good morning', is that not how you greet each other when the sun rises?"

"I'm hearing things." Draco spoke to himself, shaking his head and rubbing his ears. "What is going on?"

"I assure you, you are not hearing things." The voice spoke again. "It's more like thinking them yourself, but in a different way. Let's just say a whisper in your mind."

"What's going on?" He demanded, closing his eyes and breathing deeply to steady himself. "Did they curse me? A hex? No, a ring! The ring that drives people crazy! I'm already hearing things… oh sweet Merlin, does father want me committed!?"

"Calm down, lad." The voice spoke to him again, this time calmly, comfortingly. "You're fine, don't worry."

"Okay, I'm not worrying." He said finally. "Magic isn't logical, but it can still be thought out and explained in time."

"Yes it can, but I think you should let me explain first."

Draco looked down at the ring, finally noticing that there was a small but steady sap of his powers going in that direction. "Okay, Explain."

"You see, I am an Angel who came to this earth because of an evil magician. He was killing people faster than the earth could repopulate. I, being a star seed, was sent down to put a stop to it. I, unfortunately however, fell prey to a rather nasty dark art that transformed me into what I am now. A silver item of magical properties."

"Okay, let me get this straight. You came here to stop Voldemort, but he changed you into a ring?"

"That is correct."

"So what about the people before who wore you?"

"Black hearted people who wanted to use my power for evil. Miracle energy can not be used like that. Forcing themselves to do the impossible, they snapped their own minds."

Draco nodded to himself, letting this sink in. "But now I am supposed to do the same thing!" he suddenly realized. "Oh shit!"

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"What do you mean? My father commands me to."

"And you do it without question?"

"I have no choice. Believe me; if I could get out of this hell hole, I would in a heart beat."

"Then leave. What keeps you here?"

"Like I said, my father. He tortures me when I disobey. Even if I could get away from him, the Dark Lord wants me to be by his side. I don't like mud-bloods or muggles, and I don't care if they die… but I don't want to be the one to take the life!"

"Then how about we make a deal?"

"A deal?"

"I help you find a path in life for yourself, without worry of people hurting you."

"And what's in it for you?"

"You listen to what I say and do as I tell you. It is my job to help the people of earth, no matter the circumstances. I will start by changing your black heart."

"Heh, good luck. I have no heart."

"We'll see about that, Draco-sweetie."

"How do you know my name?"

"I can read your mind. Now… My name is Christina. Nice to meet you."

"Same here, I guess."

Time passed quickly for Draco over the next two weeks. Daily he talked with his new mind-sharing partner. At the moment, Draco stood in the garden with his wand pointed at the humanoid dummy in front of him. He glared at it for a moment before slashing his left hand down and spinning, once again pointing his wand at the dummy. "Holy Flame!"

Blue fire leapt from his wand tip and incinerated the fake opponent in a matter of sheer seconds. With a small gasp, Draco nodded slowly. "I like…"

"Now, Draco-sweetie, what do you say?"

"Kick ass!"

Christina sighed.

"So you're saying that muggles did all that?" Draco asked, amazed. "No way!"

"Believe it." Christina told him. "I saw it with my own two eyes."

"I would have never imagined they would be able to make something like that!"

Draco nodded to himself as read the book in front of him entitled Muggle Literature. "These non-magical people sure did do a lot of things…"

"Right hand forward. Turn. Left foot kick. Swerve. Right Punch."

Draco moved in the kata slowly with the commands from inside his head. Nodding, he repeated the movements and was surprised that it did, in fact, help clear his mind.

"Miracle shot!" Draco shouted in the garden, blasting a stone statue into dust. Turning, he thrust out his wand in another direction. "Blazing heat!" Once more he turned. "Goddess' blessing!"

Kick, kick, punch, thrust, jump, turn, roundhouse, kick again, once more, punch, turn, punch, "KYA!" leap, kick, punch, punch, punch!

Draco did a double round house and finished up his new kata with a double forward punch.

"VERY, very good, Darling." Christina told him, obviously impressed. "In two weeks you've come this far!"

"Couldn't have done it without you." Draco smirked to himself, wiping sweat from his forehead. "I'm going to break now."

"Going to read?"

"Yeah." Draco lay on his bed and opened up his new book entitled: Holy Magic; a guide to the blessed arts

"How is the boy coming along?" A voice asked in a hissing tone.

"He is becoming stronger by the day and when not practicing, he is reading spell books in his room. It seems as if he beat the power of the ring."

"Good. If he can beat the inner voice, then others can too."

"Yes, Lord."

"So they don't know that they can't force you to do something?" Draco asked Christina as he lay on his bed, arms behind his head and casually looking at the ceiling. "So everyone thinks the people went insane because of you and not because they did it to themselves?"

"That is correct."

"Wow, I guess that means I'm better than them, huh?"

"No, it means that we are working together. You don't want to serve under your father anymore and I don't want a human being to be so full of hate."

"Yeah, a mutual agreement, I guess." Draco nodded. "But still… It's been kind of nice having someone to talk to. Usually people I hang around with aren't smart enough to add two and two."

"And you never had anyone teach you the right things in life." She added for him. "That's what I'm trying to do."

"Heh, yeah. Well, Father is good for one thing at least. With the magical barrier disrupter around the house, no one can tell that I'm doing magic outside of school."

"You're not supposed to?"

"Nope."

"Draco Malfoy!" Uh oh, first time being called by full name. "You are not going to cast any more magic until your school starts again!"

"WHAT!?"

"You heard me. We are to abide by the rules you are put under. They are for your protection."

"Then what am I going to do in the meantime?"

"Practice muggle uses. More fighting styles. Some times when you have no choice, you're body will be the best tool you will have. If it won't do what you are telling it, what good is it to you?"

"Fine, I guess. You haven't let me down yet…"

"Status on Draco?"

"Sir…I'm sorry sir, he hasn't cast a single spell in two weeks…"

"…He is failing then. Remove the ring and we'll try another…volunteer."

"Hey! What are you doing!? Let me go!" Draco struggled against the hold of the three Death Eaters that were gripping him tightly. "Sod off! Bastards!"

"My, my, such a foul mouth we have, don't we?"

Draco glared. Voldemort. The person he struck a deal with an Angel to get away from (along with his father). Without thinking, he glared. "What the hell do you want?"

Voldemort looked more amused than angry at the statement. "The ring does destroy the mind doesn't it? It was slower on you, Draco, but you too have fallen to its power."

"I haven't fallen to anything." Draco countered. "She's stronger than you, and with her help I'll…"

"You'll what?"

Draco looked down. "Nothing, I won't do anything." Voldemort took Draco's left hand and gripped the ring.

"Draco…"

He ripped it off of his finger. "CHRISTINA!" A light tap with a wand on the base of his neck made him fall limp.

Voldemort made a fist around the ring. "Not even he is ready for this…"

Draco opened his eyes quickly. The boy sprang up in his bed and looked around. He was in his room, but the door was glowing lightly with a dull red haze. It was a binding spell. His window also held one and his wand was nowhere in sight. Groaning, he fell back on his bed. "Great. I can't get out with an unlocking charm. Well, I wouldn't use magic anyway since I promised—Christina!" No response. "Christina, answer me!" Still none. "Damn it all to hell!" Draco got out of his bed and punched the wall as hard as he could. "Back at square one: trapped in my own house. Back to being able to do nothing against my father or the dark lo… Voldemort."

The blond haired young man looked down at his left hand and slowly gripped it into a fist. "Some times when you have no choice, your body will be the best tool you will have. If it won't do what you are telling it, what good is it to you?" He flexed his hand. "Let's find out shall we?"

And he dropped to the floor to do push ups.

Draco took his ear off the door and smirked as the people talking walked past his room. "One week and he'll come back. That will leave me three weeks until school starts." He walked over to his dresser and opened it. After a few moments of rummaging around, he pulled out a large sack of coins. "I probably only have a few hundred. It's enough to live a little bit, but not to pay my tuition as well…I'll have to get some more money…"

He started pacing his room. "Okay, think. If Voldemort comes back in one week, he's going to try the ring on someone else. I get the ring back and make a run for it. After that… I'm sure I'll be able to stay at the Leaky Cauldron until school starts… Maybe, just maybe my father won't try and track me there…Who am I kidding, that's the FIRST place he'll look…Well, at least I'll be safe from Voldemort when school starts. After that, I'll… join the war against him… Damn, if I could go back in time and tell myself I would be planning this just two months ago I would have laughed myself to death…

"Well, anyway, I better get back to working."

Punch, kick, kick, turn, punch, spin kick…

"Got to be slick about this." Draco told himself as he looked at the screws on the door. "Christina was right. Muggles invent things and Wizards charm them… but without realizing that simple means can undo even the most powerful spell…"

Crouching on his knees, Draco put his pocket knife into the screw and started turning it. The screw fell out a few moments later and he chuckled to himself. "The binding spell makes the door not able to open… but if I simply undo the screws and let it fall down, the door still won't open, but I can get out..." the fifth screw fell onto the floor. "I can't believe I'm still talking to myself…"

When the last screw fell down, Draco gave the door a sharp kick, making it slowly fall forward. With a quick motion, he tried to grab the sides and pull back so it wouldn't fall and make a loud noise. He, however, underestimated the weight of a charmed door and fell with it, crushing his fingers under it in the process. He had to bite his tongue to keep from screaming out in pain.

After composing himself, Draco ran down the hallways of the Malfoy manor while avoiding the few guards hired to patrol the hall ways. 'A prisoner in my own home…' he thought as he ducked past a guard and jumped off the railing of the stairs to avoid another. Finally, after nearly five minutes of this, he made it to his father's room. The door was open so he invited himself in and reclaimed his wand. Giving it a swish for old time's sake, he pocketed it and ran back out.

Draco peered through a crack in the door and saw the conference of Voldemort and the forty plus Death Eaters that were going to be part of this planning session. Voldemort, although cruel, was far from stupid. He was well known for the many deeds he had done in his life(s), but another thing that most people didn't think about was his sheer genius at strategy. After all, just who do you think organized all the attacks made? Tonight, however, wasn't going to be his night. No. Tonight the gods would shine on Draco as he made his first move that would forever change the course of his life.

Seeing that everyone was accounted for, Draco made his way past the door and to the portrait of a beautiful female. With a shake of his head, he took the picture down and looked at the safe behind it. "I can't believe I'm robbing my own house…" When the safe opened, Draco loaded his pockets full of golden galleons and tied several more pouches to his robes.

With his pockets now loaded, Draco walked back to the door and saw that he was just in time to see Voldemort pull out the ring.

"No! Not me!" A Death Eater almost cried as he was forced to move up. "I don't want to lose my mind!"

This was it.

Draco kicked open the door and made a mad dash toward the man who was going to place the ring onto the Death Eater. "Hey guys." He greeted them, casting a rather powerful disarming spell on the ring bearer. Instead of the wand flying from his hand, though, the ring sailed across the room and landed in Draco's hand. "I think I'll take this!"

"Draco!" His father said, amazed.

"It's been real, but I've got a date with a Goddess." Draco put the ring on and instantly felt his magical power being sapped from him.

"I'm an Angel, but I appreciate the thought."

"Welcome back."

"Good to be here."

"Stop him!"

Draco turned and ran. "I didn't think this far ahead," he admitted to her as he dashed out the front door.

"Infwigous inkartanrous. And make sure you say it right."

Not questioning her, Draco spun on his heels and held out his left hand, wand and ring together once more. "Infwigous inkartanrous!" A large spiral shot around his vision. It was all different shades of colour, Malfoy guessed, if he was able to see them. The people pursuing him seemed to almost freeze and soon slowed so much they literally stopped. "What the…?"

"Time control."

"Useless, boy!" Voldemort said, walking toward him, threateningly.

"Oh man…"

"Miracle energy can be added to itself."

"Once more!" Draco slashed his wand and the spell shot over him again. Voldemort seemed to walk a little slower, but he still came. "Again!" the spiral moved over him, but Voldemort still came. "Aga-"

"STOP!" Christina yelled in his mind, making him wince. "Spells like this come with drawbacks! Just run, I'll explain it later!"

Draco turned and ran, being chased by the devil himself. "You said you'd get me away from here…"

"And I am. Tell me, would you like to fly?"

"Fly?"

Before he could get an answer, he found his robe to be shifted over his shoulders and his shirt rip into shreds. Thinking fast, Draco pulled the robe from around his eyes and carried it in his hands, since his money was in them. Something was different however. He felt the warm air brush against his skin and through s feathery like substance on his back. Turning to look, he saw two solid black angel wings. "What the fu-"

"Say that word and I'll scold you!" Christina laughed despite herself. "Fly, Draco. You have wings."

Professor Snape walked to his door and grumbled to himself as he did so. It was raining now and it was well past midnight. The pounding on his door got softer and softer and by the time he was at the door, it was more of a pleadingly light tap. He gripped the doorknob and prepared his wand. In a quick motion, he yanked it open and jumped back when someone fell onto the floor. Looking down, however, he realized that this person not only had black feathered angel wings, but was also shirtless, soaking wet, and had hair that went past his feet. Wait a second, though… He knew that colour of hair… "DRACO!?"

"And that's the story." Draco said as he drank deeply from the bottle of butter beer. "I flew here nonstop from my house. I don't think he'll come looking for me here… Can I stay until school starts?" He looked at his robes. "I got some money before I left, I can pay…"

"No, you don't need to pay." Snape stood and looked over him. "First thing we need to get those wings off of you. Then we can go to Diagon Alley tomorrow and buy your school things. That way we'll avoid seeing anyone we know, including your father. As for after school, we'll work something out."

Draco nodded and looked to the floor. Finally he was free from his father. He could now live his life normally. "And don't forget," A soft voice spoke to his mind. "I'll be here with you all the way, sweetie…"

'Finally… I have a future… a life… and a friend."

Draco slowly sat up in his bed and ran a hand through his long hair, recalling the dream he had of the past few months of his life. "What was that all about?" He asked aloud, not really thinking about it.

"Mmm…. You say something, Draco?"

"Nothing, Jena, don't worry about it." He told his room mate (one of the very few seventh years that didn't hate him). "Go back to sleep."

"Sure thing…" She mumbled, already half way there. Draco shook his head and got out of bed and walked to his window. "I had a time getting here." He whispered to the cold snow falling outside his window. "I hope the rest of my year goes smoother."

Harry rolled over in his bed and sat up. After a few moments of debating, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and got out of bed. He picked up the Marauder's sun shades and slide them on, casting his three favourite spells as his did so (Lumos, Show status, simplify status.). "Herms?" He shook her lightly, making her stir and mumble something about 'just a few more minutes.' "I'm going to the kitchen." Harry whispered to her, getting a nod and a cute noise.

The curtains closed around his bed and Harry left the room, pausing a moment to grab his invisibility cloak and the mate to his sunglasses. He walked down the stairs and saw Ron at the fireplace, like his glasses told him he would be. "Hey, mate. Can't sleep?"

"Eh?" Ron looked up at Harry and shrugged a little. "I'm hungry, didn't eat before the tournament and I've come to rely on you quite a bit in sneaking out. Since you started rooming with Hermione, I can't grab your cloak in the middle of the night anymore."

"Come on, let's get some food." He tossed Ron the sunglasses and flipped out the folds in his cloak.

"Sounds like a plan, mate."

"I tell you, it's a lot easier to do this since your growth spurt." Ron whispered to his friend as they crept under the cloak together. "I kept having to hunch over you."

"Yeah, and breathe down my neck." Harry grinned to himself as they slowly, yet safely, walked the halls. "Quite annoying really."

"He he, I'll miss this place when we leave."

"We still have six months left." Harry replied as they rounded a corner, holding their breath as a teacher passed not a foot from them. "Close one. Anyway, we can come visit or something."

"Hey, did you ever, you know, think about what you are going to do when we graduate school?"

"Not really," he was forced to admit. "Join in the war on Voldemort I suppose. Somehow I think I'm the only one who can beat him. Well, me or you."

"Thanks for the confidence, but it'll be you." Ron grinned as Harry tickled the pear to get into the kitchen. "I'll probably be next to you when you do it, though."

"Moral support, huh?"

The two shared a grin as they walked into the kitchen. Harry whipped off the cloak and looked around. "Dobby? You here?"

No sooner than the words left his mouth than a house elf (dressed in lime green shorts with a bright yellow shirt; not to mention the red and white stripped sock with the solid blue one) appeared before them. "Mr. Harry Potter, sir. Ron Weasley, sir. You is not supposed to be up at this time."

"When has that ever kept us in?" Ron asked with a smirk as he sat down. "One usual midnight snack, if you would."

"Same here, please." Harry jumped over the table and sat at the other side. "And here." He sat down a golden galleon on the table (he just so happen to think to grab it while leaving). "Payment for overtime. Can't turn us down now. We're paying customers."

"I guess Dobby has no choice then." Before the two could bat an eye, their was a pitcher of milk on the table as well as two glasses and a plate of cookies. "Chocolate chip for Harry Potter, and Peanut butter cookies for Ronald Weasley."

"Thanks pal." Harry dunked his cookie in the milk before taking a bite. "Man, nothing like cookies and cold milk in the middle of the night, eh buddy?"

"You said it, Harry my friend." The red head agreed with a nod.

"We haven't done this that much this year." Harry thought aloud he ate his midnight snack. "If we don't step it up, we may not get 'most mischievous' this year in the year book."

"Perish the thought."

"'I solemnly swear—"He began, and his friend joined in on finishing the phrase. "That I am up to no good.'"

Harry groaned as he awoke from his dream. It was Sunday now, and he wanted to have fun before the week of school work started. Sleep, however, still clawed desperately at the boy, keeping him from truly waking. To keep from falling back into its evil clutches, Harry sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. Letting out a loud yawn, he grinned and stretched out. Hermione sighed contently and circled around his waist. "Geeze, that girl is clingy," whispered his thoughts. "Cute, though." He reached over and picked up his necklace and slid it on.

"Well, you didn't complain about that last night, I'm sure."

'Oh hush, you know I can't wear you when we…you know.'

"You're seventeen; you shouldn't be doing that yet."

Harry shook his head and disentangled Hermione from him gently. 'I thought people were married at seventeen all those years back? Shouldn't you be chewing me out for not getting hitched already?"

'Harry, honey, sweetie, I was alive for over five hundred years, I was only turned into silver less than thirty years ago. I know how the world works.'

'Yeah, yeah, but we're careful, don't worry.'

"I worry because I'm your friend and guardian."

'Cecilia, I'm fine, really.'

"But Harry! You're not out of school yet! Just what if-"

"I'm fine, Cecilia!"

"You say something, Harry?" Hermione asked groggily, sitting up and pulling up the covers with her to cover her chest.

"Just peachy." He growled more to himself than her. "I'm taking a bath." The boy stormed to his trunk and opened it, grabbing his clothes and then walking out of his room.

"Well he got up cranky this morning…"

"Harry, you didn't have to take out your anger on your girlfriend." Celestial told him as he sank into the hot bath water.

'Well you should mind your own business! I give you free reign in my mind, can you not respect one thing that I ask to be private!?'

"Sweetie, I'm trying to think of your best interest. Like your mother wou-"

"You're not my mother okay!?" Harry grabbed his necklace and ripped it off of his neck, breaking the clasp. "Not my mother…" His voice broke into a small gasp. "God… My mother… is this what it's like to have a mother…?" The water rose up on him as he slid deeper into it. "Mum…"

"Harry?" Hermione asked as she saw him walk into the room and slowly close the door behind him. "Are you okay?"

"I need a little time to think…" He held out the necklace of Celestial and broken chain. "Do you think… you could…?"

Hermione softened her look on him and took it gently from his hand, letting hers linger on his longer than necessary. "Sure."

He gave her a small smile. "Just for a few days."

"Of course." She looked down and noticed the clasp was broken. "What happened?"

"It's…"

"You don't have to tell me. It'll be okay."

"Thank you, Hermione…"

She gave him a hug. "Don't worry about it; it's why I'm here." A quick kiss on his cheek. "You hurry down to breakfast; I'll fix this and be down shortly.

"Yes ma'am."

"That should do it." Hermione mused, flicking her wand and making the tweezers at the end of it disappear in a small puff of smoke. "Let's try you out." The necklace went around her neck and the clasp sealed it in the back. "Oh wow, this is kind of heavy."

"I am a dragon after all."

"Oh wow, this is what it feels like to 'mind speak.'"

"I didn't mean to upset him... Is he okay?"

Hermione stood and walked over to her trunk. "Yes, he's okay. He asked for some time, that's all. Care to explain?"

"You can think and I'll hear you. Anyway, I told him that… It's a private matter. I tried to help him out and when I mentioned his mother…"

'His mother? You know she died, didn't you?'

"Yes ,because of Voldemort. But I didn't know that he…"

'Was sensitive about the subject? Yes, all his life he was told how the spell of love she had on him saved his life from the killing curse. But anyone who said anything bad about her, he got real mad. Also, he never had any parent figures until he was twelve and met Mrs. Weasley. But she can't replace his mum.'

"I didn't mean to replace her, I just-"

'I know, Celestial, I know. He just needs time to think for himself.'

"Okay."

Hermione fidgeted with her fingers a moment. 'Ummm…'

"We don't have to talk all the time, sweetie. Go about your daily business and we can talk whenever you want."

She blushed lightly. "Of course."

Hermione walked into the Great Hall and sat down next to her friends in her usual spot near the teachers. She paused to tweak the hair on the back of Harry's neck (he had gotten it cut yesterday) as she passed. As the mail had already arrived, she picked up her Daily Prophet and began to read.

Ron looked over at Hermione and then to Harry before turning his attention back to the female. "What's up guys?"

"Hmm?" Hermione bit into some toast and blinked at him. "What'cha mean?" She asked around her food, a habit she picked up from being with the guys for so long.

"You're wearing his necklace."

"Eh? Yeah, I am."

"What for?"

Harry shrugged, joining the conversation. "She asked to borrow it for a bit." He thought about something for a moment. "She borrows a lot of my things. I still can't find my favourite black boxers either."

"I have them."

Ron looked at Hermione. "You wear his boxers!?"

"What?" She asked, as if it were obvious. "They're comfy!"

Ron shook his head and grinned. "You guys are weird. Yo, Harry, pass some toast?"

"Sure, here y ago."

"Thanks mate."

"Anytime."

The group fell into a comfortable silence as they ate.

Thawk!

Harry lurched forward and fell face first into the snow. The shock was so great that he let himself lay face down for almost four complete seconds before he realized that it was mighty cold and he had better stand up. With a quick shake of his head, he sent the snow flying from his hair and heard the resounding laughter of Ron and Hermione. 'Cecilia, why didn't you warn… oh yeah.'

He turned his head to look at Ron, who was doubled over. "Shoulda seen yourself!" He was saying in between gasp for air. "Priceless!" Ron took a moment to compose himself and righted himself just in time to see Harry Potter lunge at him, one arm extended and the other bent at the elbow bearing a snowball. "Uh oh."

Harry's extended hand grabbed Ron's neck and he smirked at the boy as the lunge made both of them tumble. "You said it." Harry used his hand around Ron as a grip and slammed the snowball directly into his face and open mouth.

Both landed with a muffled thump in the snow and rolled around for a moment before stopping at the sound of Hermione's helpless laughter. The two second generation Marauders exchanged a look and nodded. Hermione realized too late that the silence of the boys meant they were doing something else besides rolling around in the snow. When she did look up, she managed to just open her mouth to scream when two snowballs hit her square in the chest and face.

Now it was Ron and Harry who were laughing. Hermione slowly realized that her boyfriends had turned on her and devised a plan quickly in her head. Acting fast, she fell to the ground and let out a small sob. "My eye…" She sobbed out in an adorable, desperate way. "Something got in it!"

Harry instantly softened. "You okay?" He ran to her, but stumbled a bit before regaining his balance with a quickly placed, outstretched hand. Once righted, he made his way to her and knelt. "Hermione."

"Don't be fooled, he has a snowball too."

Hermione looked up and grinned. "Gotcha!"

"No, I got you!" Harry countered, moving to hit her with the snowball he quickly made when he 'stumbled' earlier.

"Think again!" Hermione dodged him easily with the warning and proceeded to wrap her arms around him and shove the snowball down the back of his pants.

"AH! Cold! Cold!"

"Good one, Herms!" Ron cheered, but stopped when a snowball smacked him in the side of the face. Turning, he saw Lavender grinning like an idiot. "Oh, it's on now!"

Harry scampered to a set of four trees over a little hill. Hermione was chasing him but after running into Seamus and Dean, she would be delayed a bit before coming over to him. The words of Remus went into his head as he recalled one of the stories the professor told him about when the original Marauders went snow blazing.

Harry ran to the first tree and stomped down the snow around it. After quickly making sure there was no way footprints could be seen around the tree, he walked backwards back the way he had come. He stepped in the footprints he made on his way down and grinned. When he was halfway to the hill he ran to another tree and repeated the process. He got three of the trees done this way and then hopped a bit to the fourth tree and magicked in the footprint he left on the way to it. Harry scaled the tree and cast a spell on himself to blend in with the twigs.

Hermione topped the hill a moment later and followed the footsteps by keeping a steady eye on them, lest he try to cover them up. She stopped dead in her tracks, however, when the line of footsteps split into three different sets. "What the…?" She looked at them and realized that they couldn't be a magical imitation, for each step was different. "How did he…?"

She paused a moment to try and figure it out. Each tree was well patted down below it, showing that he had, obviously been there just recently. Also, each footstep was a little big, in her opinion. It was almost as if he stepped carefully to plan them and didn't always stay perfectly still. Did he hop them? No, they were too close together. Then why would his feet move a little bit and expand the hole? Wait, he could have retracted. Yes, that was possible.

"Would you like to see how Harry sees things?"

'Sure?'

Instantly Hermione felt the presence of Harry all over her. Her vision blurred and she seemed to be walking, but knew that her legs were not moving. Then, she saw feet stamp down snow and walk backwards in its own footsteps.

The view cut off then, giving her a shiver. 'What was that?' She asked herself.

"I have been around Harry enough to concentrate on his dragon eye when I need to. I'm actually blind and see things through him when in a situation. I still have lots of Harry's energy in me, so it was simple to use a little of it and see the past."

Hermione was impressed. 'You do that often?'

"No need to, when Harry is the only one who wears me anyway." Her voice was teasing, and Hermione felt herself blush at the obvious question.

"Anyway," She spoke, looking at the trees. "If that's what he did, he's obviously in the fourth tree." Hermione took out her wand and gave it a friendly swish and flick. "Wingardium Leviosa."

Harry floated out from the tree and let out a loud gasp. A moment later the spell broke and he found himself falling into the cold snow below him. Hermione giggled to herself, but started to laugh hard when Harry proclaimed that Celestial had betrayed him and teamed up with Hermione to seek his blood.

"Guys, a picture?" Colin asked as the trio walked up the stairs to Hogwarts castle. The group turned and grinned at their friend.

"Pose position!" Ron grinned as Harry grabbed Hermione and pulled her sideways. Ron ducked and picked up her feet and held them. Hermione squeaked at first, but then laughed and posed like a model as she was held in the air as though she were lying on an invisible table. Harry gave his famous lopsided grin, flashing his teeth, while Ron gave a big goofy smile. The shutter clicked and they let Hermione down. A few pictures later, the group of now four headed in to warm up with hot chocolate in the common room.

Draco watched the sun setting into the snowy mountains with his back pressed against a tree. He was sitting down with one leg extended and the other bent at the knee and a foot flat on the ground so he could use it as a prop as he wrote on the parchment in front of him. Christina had told him that it would help if he wrote out his feeling on parchment. He refused at first to keep any type of diary, lest it be found, but caved in after she pestered him for a few days. He agreed to write a few pages and keep them with him at all times. Sighing, he looked at the parchment and began to scribble down the words he was thinking, not aware that they began to rhyme as he did so.

Crawling in my skin

Consuming, confusing

Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure too take

Crawling in my skin

These wounds, they will not heal

Fear is how I fall

Confusing what is real

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface

Consuming, confusing

This lack of self control I fear is never ending

Controlling

I can't seem

To find myself again

My walls are closing in

I've felt this way before

So insecure

Crawling in my skin

Draco blinked at the words in front of him. "Sweet Merlin, I'm pathetic sometimes." He wadded up the parchment and lit it ablaze with a quick spell. "Still… I do feel a little better now after that dream."

Harry hesitated at the door as he saw Hermione strip off her shirt across the room. Her back was to him, giving him an enticing view of her skin. He caught his breath as he watched her shoulder blades move lightly as she folded the shirt and placed it into her dirty clothes basket. Next he saw her hands reach back and undo the clasp of her simple white bra and let it fall to the floor. Hermione reached for her night shirt, but paused a moment before picking it up. Deciding, she bent over to her trunk and pulled out one of Harry's many shirts that she had of his. The boy felt his heart flutter as she brought it to her face and inhaled the scent before sliding her arms through it. The buttons flipped together easily and she let her jeans crumple to the floor. Just then she noticed him and turned, smiling at him.

The silver necklace glinted in the candle light and grabbed his attention. He also noticed that the weight of it kept the shirt from closing and left it open and angled to show him so much cleavage that she might as well not be wearing the shirt at all. To add to matters, he could see flashes of her black panties when she walked to him. "Hermione…"

"Hmmmm?" She kissed his neck when she reached him and pressed against his body.

"I…" He swallowed. 'What if I got her pregnant or something? We slipped on the charms a few times… what if something…' He felt the necklace poke him a little when she moved against him and rocked her hips a little. Gasping, he grabbed her shoulders and held her away from him. He panted and tried to regain his thoughts before looking into her confused eyes. "Hermione…"

"Did I… do something wrong?" She asked, afraid.

"No, I just…" Now what? Tell her he didn't want to make love to her? Tell her he wanted to sleep alone? To be away from her? Her warmth? "Um…the guys… The guys asked me to stay with them tonight. You know, to catch up on things...heh…"

Hermione looked skeptical, but nodded slowly. Her eyes glazed for a small second and she nodded to herself. "Okay, I'll just sleep here then. Have fun, but don't stay up all night okay? We have classes tomorrow and we missed a few last week."

"Yeah…" Harry took a step back and closed the door slowly. When it clicked, he let his head rest against it a moment before sighing. "What am I doing?" He asked himself, realizing that nobody would answer back. He trudged to the seventh year dorms and opened the door without knocking, catching most of them in the process of changing into their night cloths. At first they gasped, not expecting anyone to come in since they were all there, but once seeing it was Harry, they calmed.

He didn't answer their greetings. Instead, he walked to the un-occupied bed and crawled onto it, pulling the curtains around himself and lying down. There were a few whispers asking if anyone knew what was wrong, but after everyone, Ron included, found out nobody else knew, they all nodded and blew out the lights to let their friend think.

Harry stared at the ceiling of the dorm with his arms behind his head. 'Am I doing the right thing?' His mind wondered. 'Cecilia was right… We did move too fast. After all these years, I risked it all by sleeping with her so soon after we became official. What if I got her pregnant? Sure, there are the charms, but like I said earlier, we missed a few times in the heat of the moment. She went to the Wing to get a check a few days ago and she isn't pregnant, but what if she was? How could I risk ruining her life like that!?' Harry rolled over on his bed and squeezed his eyes shut tight. 'I'm an idiot. Tomorrow I should… Should what? End it with her? No, that won't do. I can't bear that. Then what? I'll have to tell her how I feel.' He sighed into his pillow. 'I'm such an idiot…'

Hermione curled against her pillow in the other room. She sank into her feather light bed, not used to how soft it was after staying in his bed for so long. Her chin was on top of her pillow while she embraced it with both her arms and her legs. 'I did something…' She thought sadly, shivering even though she was under her thick winter time blankets. She lacked body warmth against her back and no matter how many covers she had; it could not replace the comfortable feeling that only that gave her. 'Cecilia, what did I do?'

"You didn't do anything, darling." The voice whispered in her head. "It was me. I told Harry that you two were too young to be having sex. That was what he wanted private, but I insisted to try and convince him the dangers of you getting pregnant."

"A child…" She spoke, looking across the room to the door and Harry's bed close to it. "I wouldn't mind a child."

'In school? What about the Circle? What about DADA class? Potions? Charms? You know while pregnant, no magic should be cast on the person, or potions that might be made wrong should be drunk. He's scared he'll get you pregnant and steal you from your first love."

"First love?"

"Your books. You love to read. You love to learn. It's who you are, I know from observing you through Harry's eyes and by just being in your mind for a single day. Knowledge is how you thrive. He knows and understands this. Why do you think he sits with you while you study?"

"Because he wants to?" She asked quietly, knowing Harry would always practice Quidditch on even the coldest days rather than staying nice and warm in the library. It's who he was. "He's too good to me."

"And you are too nice to him. You sacrifice lots of your time to be with him, to play instead of studying, even though you're scared to death of the upcoming N.E.W.T.S. You make time to play with him in the snow, to train for the Circle, to be in his bed waiting for his tired form to come in so you can greet him with kisses."

Hermione gave a light smile into the darkness and nodded to herself. "You're right."

Time crept by at an alarmingly slow pace for Harry as he rolled over on the bed alone. One A.M. came and went. Two o'clock slapped him in the face with a fresh bout of insomnia after a five minute break. Three came by with ever slowing ticks of the clock. His eyes were bloodshot and his mind was slipping in his sleep craved state. He had been active all day in the freezing cold and yet he still could not sleep. At four in the morning, Harry got out of bed and crept out, walking to the door across the hall.

He paused a moment before shaking his head and bringing up his hand. "I'm so pathetic." He knocked twice.

"Come in."

Harry opened the door and walked into the room, over to Hermione's bed where she was waiting for him. "You're awake."

"I can't sleep without your heartbeat." She whispered to him, not feeling embarrassed about admitting it in the least. "I'm cold."

"Hermione… I, you see…"

"Shhh…" she shushed him quietly, reaching her arms behind his neck and kissing him. "I know. I know, sweetie, I know." She hugging him close to her and laid down slowly while he clinged to her.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, scared. "I almost ruined your future…I-"

"Shh, it wasn't your fault." She comforted. "I came onto you, I wanted it." She paused a moment to think. "The second time too…and the third…the fourth…The-"

Harry felt himself laugh despite himself. "Can't control yourself, can you?"

Hermione laughed and quickly took the opportunity to put it behind them. "Oh now you're really not getting any!"

Harry simply chuckled and pulled her close. "Let's take it slower, for both our sakes. We're not ready."

"Agreed." She kissed his forehead. "Now go to sleep, I'm tired."

"Gladly."

"Sorry you didn't win guys." Ron said to Dean, Seamus, and Neville as they all gathered in the Gryffindor common room. A week had passed since the night time incident and everything was smoothed over without a hitch. Harry took back his necklace two days ago and was glad to find the voice in his head refreshing. He had missed her way too much. The N.W.O. had just fought their first match in the Circle against the Dragon's Fang. The group was composed of all Slytherins. "They cheated, I swear it."

"You swear it?" Dean asked, shaking his head. "I swear I almost had that one…"

"They were all Slytherins." Hermione supported them. "You know they did something to win."

"Yeah, well," Seamus shrugged it off. "It's a double elimination tournament. As long as we don't lose again, we have it."

"Hey, hey, you still have to go against us." Ginny teased him, poking his cheek.

"What are you gonna do, distract us by being a girl?" Neville asked, getting a cheer of "Sweet" from his teammates.

"Boys!" Hermione and Ginny both sighed out in exasperation. "Come on, Hermione, Lavender." Ginny continued. "Let's go do something."

"Sure."

"Okay."

And they left.

Ron snorted. "Well then, we have just the guys of the group here, what should we do?"

"Guy stuff!" Harry cheered out, pumping his fist in the air.

"There's no scrambled telly to watch here," Seamus grinned and wagged his eyebrows.

The other boys didn't understand, but Harry returned the grin with his lopsided smile. "Too bad too, supposed to be real good this time of season."

Ron took it upon himself to bring the conversation to something they could all understand. "How about some music?"

"My Wireless was confiscated." Neville groaned. "You guys know that."

"No need!" Dean stood up. "Harry, give me a beat!"

"No." Harry nodded his head. "No. no-no, No n-n-n-no!" He started tapping his foot to a set rhythm he was getting and soon turned the "no"'s into a type of bass sound, getting a steady flowing beat.

"Dean's gonna rap!" Neville laughed, hopping over the couch and sitting down with the rest of the guys. They were all huddled close together, oblivious to the rest of the common room taking sudden interest in them.

"Yo, I'm Dean and I'm here to say, fighting the Slytherins really ruins my day! I got to be quick, I got to be fast, so I can land my foot right on their ass!"

The guys laughed at the corny rhyme, but Seamus decided to join in. "Hey, I'm his partner Seamus with the master plan, winning all my matches is the aim I plan. To follow this I really must say, I can beat Slytherin an-y-day!"

Ron shook his head, laughing to himself. "You guys are nutters."

Harry changed the beat quickly and everyone started nodding to it, looking at Ron. "Oh hell, why not?" He asked, starting to nod to the beat as well. After a few moments, he jumped to his feet and pointed at them as Harry gave the beat. "My, my, my Magic hits you, oh so hard. Make you say "Oh my Lord!" Get this -wizard away- before he makes it… dooms day! With a magic mind, I come to you! Scaring away…, like you-know-who! A Weas-ley, red like the rest, expelliarmusing right in your chest! And I'mmmmmm known as such, and this is the magic, uh, you can't touch!"

The boys jumped to their feet and cheered as Ron broke into the M.C. Hammer dance. Before they knew it, the rest of the boys joined in, the N.W.O forgetting about their loss and just enjoying the moment of laughter. Soon the room filled with music as a fifth year cranked up a snuck in Wizarding wireless (probably snitched from a teacher's office). The boys stopped dancing long enough to catch the new beat and dance together as if they had been practicing it all their lives (which they had been doing since second year).

Harry looked at the people watching them and got an idea to turn it into a party night. "Hey guys, dance!"

"No thanks!" Someone in the room called.

Harry thought quick as the song hit a verse beat.

"Fresh new music… advance
You gotta like that, now you know you wanna dance
So move… outta your seat
And get a fly girl and catch this beat
While it's rolling… hold on
Pump a little bit and let 'em know it's going on
Like that… like that
Cold on a mission so fall them back
Let 'em know… that you're too much
And this is a beat, uh, you can't touch"

A couple of sixth years took to dancing with them as the main five boys did a dance that looked as ridiculous as it did fun. Needless to say, a Bogart would do himself in at the sheer stupidity they were putting off while making others laugh. The fact that all five were doing the same dance moves just made it that much funnier.

"You can't touch this!" Neville grinned, actually good at staying in sync with the others.

"Why you standing there, man?" Seamus asked a fellow male who was sitting down while the other four chorused a "You can't touch this!"

"Yo, sound the bell, school is in, sucka" Seamus added, once again getting a "You can't touch this!" from the guys.

"If Neville raps, I'll dance!" A sudden voice came out, getting 'yeah''s from the rest of the room. The four main dancers looked at Neville, who was a little red from suddenly being put on the spot.

"I can do it." He told himself. "Been doing it for years with you guys."

"YEAH!" Harry cheered. "Bust a rhyme!"

Ron snorted. "Darn muggle expressions…"

Neville waiting until the verse part of the beat and started up, thinking fast as he went.

"Give me a song… or rhythm
Make 'em sweat, that's what I'm giving 'em.
Now… they know
You talking about the Neville, you talking about a show!
That's hype… and tight
Singers are sweating so pass them a wipe!
Or a book… to learn
What's it gonna take in the NEWTS to burn!
The test? Legit
Either work hard or you might as well quit!"

"Fall in and dance baby!" Dean shouted out, pulling a spin in on his normal moves.

The group, reluctant, watched a moment more and started making fools of themselves as well. After a few moments, however, they started laughing and carrying on like last week when the Marauders had won their match.

"Stop!" Seamus suddenly called out, catching attention before he continued. "It's Seamus time!" The verse beat hit back in and he took the spotlight.

"Go with the funk, it is said…
That if you can't groove to this then you probably are dead!
So wave… your hands in the air
Bust a few moves, fun your fingers through your hair
This is it… for a winner
Dance to this and you're gonna get thinner
Move… slide your rump
Just for a minute let's all do the bump, bump, bump"

The Gryffindors all laughed as Harry and Seamus 'did the bump' and pointed at Neville as he spun around and did a complex move which reminded Harry even more of parachute pants and gold chains.

"Break it down!" Ron called out, getting a long dance break before Dean shouted out his words.

"Stop!" A moment pause. "It's the Dean's time!"

"Every time you see me
The Dean's just so hype
I'm cast'n all the spells and I'm magic on the mic
Now why would I ever… stop learning this?
With others casting hexs, that just. don't. hit.
I've toured around the world, from London to the Bay
It's "Dean, go Dean, MC Dean, yo Dean"
And the rest can go and play"

"Can't touch this!"

"Can't touch what, exactly, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall asked, tapping him on the shoulder.

Harry instantly went pale, but recovered smoothly. "What are you guys doing!?" He called out, looking at them. "Three points from Gryffindor!"

"Nice try, Potter." The head of the house said sternly. "You will serve detention this Friday night after the tournament. Hospital wing duity."

"Oh maaaaaaan…."

Heh, this chapter went along pretty smoothly. When this 'fic was getting going, I had an accident in the kitchen and burnt the finger tips of my left hand. Remember people, if an oven mitt gets wet, it will not resist heat and you will get burnt! With a burnt left hand I couldn't practice my guitar so I had more time to write. True, it also hurt a lot to type, but after a while the pain just kinda fades. I hope you enjoyed this chapter because half way through it started hurtig to write it :- p.

Special thanks to my sempai, Babygrrl, for once again beta-ing my ficcy here!

The dance mix at the end was an added throw in so I could get another thousand words or so in. If you are thinking "they would never do that!" My response would be "Live for 6 years with the same guys and see if you will never sing a song or two." Plus in the ball section, I stated that the guys all knew how to dance. You gotta have music to dance. If their wizarding wireless got taken from them, they would make their own music. I'm sure somewhere along 5 years they would of started goofing. Plus, it's fun!

I got a few emails about the tournament arenas and I took a few ideas from them. Don't be shy people, just drop me a line at , subject: BoF Tournament and tell me what you think. Give me a single word, go into details, rant and rave, ask to see something in the fic (I DO take request and WILL try to work EVERY idea I get into the fic), whatever you desire! From the few ideas I got about the second Marauder match combined with my original plans, I can say that it's gonna be awesome, and I'm excited about starting writing it.

If I get 50 reviews on this chapter, chapter 9 will be a lot longer than usual .