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Destiny Awaits:

Chapter Four: Visit the Malfoys, and Scare Dark Lords?

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Adrian blinked at his father, curled up on his bed and in the middle of an interesting book. "I'm sorry, run that by me again?"

"We'll be visiting the Malfoys for a week, we're leaving tomorrow, so I suggest you start packing and preparing." Severus repeated, enjoying the shocked moment. Adrian blinked several times before shrugging and returning to his book.

"I'll get to it eventually,"

"Eventually better not mean the last minute," Severus muttered under his breath as he left. Adrian rolled his eyes before locking his door with a wave of his hand, and shooting up. Packing his ingredients carefully, he shrunk them and hid them away in one of his trunks. Gathering a few books up, he dumped them into a trunk as well, then began pulling out clothes for his "visit" with the Malfoys. Folding everything neatly, he tossed in the essential needs, hairbrush and such, before closing the small traveler's trunk he had pulled out. The trunk was the size of a suitcase, everything automatically shrinking as it was put in.

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"What! What do ya mean they're visiting the Malfoys!" Ron yelped. Mrs. Weasley frowned at her youngest son, as Harry and Hermione watched on wordlessly.

"Mr. Malfoy invited them over Ronald, they couldn't have refused without being impolite." She scolded.

"But then Malfoy will tell You-Know-Who that Adrian exists, and possibly corrupt him!" Ron yelled, turning red.

"No doubt everyone knows that Adrian exists, because of the visit to Diagon Alley, and what do you mean by "corrupt him?"

"Adrian's the only cool Slytherin we've met, no doubt Malfoy's going to try and push us apart!"

"Ron, we're not very close with Adrian anyway," Hermione reprimanded. "He's like a Ravenclaw, he prefers to read and study than talk about things."

"Oh, he isn't like that at all Hermione dear," Mrs. Weasley bustled about, "he's a nice boy, but he misses his friends back at his school. He's just trying to get accustomed to everything."

"I suppose," Hermione said thoughtfully. Harry just stared off to the side.

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Adrian stood beside his father, calmly waiting for the Malfoy family's appearance. They stood in a magnificent Entrance Hall, tastefully decorated, having arrived only moments before. When the blondes appeared, they bowed slightly in respect. They gave them a brief tour, mostly for Adrian since Severus knew their home already, before settling him into a bedroom beside Draco's. Severus had his own room closer to the master bedroom. Adrian barely put his things down when Draco jumped him. The blonde was taller than him by at least two or three inches, so he had the advantage of intimidation. Too bad that didn't work with Adrian.

"So tell me about Arcane," Draco sat on the bed, looking at him expectantly.

"We don't tell our secrets," Adrian replied, glancing around the room.

"Well can you tell me anything about it then?" Adrian looked thoughtful for a moment.

"We didn't play Quidditch," he said simply, pulling out a book. Draco blinked as the younger boy walked out of the room. Huffing, the blonde followed, attempting to read the title of the book. It was in strange letters that he was unfamiliar with, which was astonishing since his father had him tutored in all sorts of languages.

"What're you reading?" he asked finally, curious. Adrian stepped into the gardens, settling down before replying.

"Arshvintaderk Yemalkanti." He said absently.

"What?"

"It's written in a dead literature, spoken by a dead race, and there are only three copies in the world." He said monotonously, opening the book towards the end of the middle and reading quietly.

"Oh," Draco frowned, looking around himself. He wasn't going to sit on the grass like Adrian was, but there were no seats nearby, just plants. "Are you just going to read all week?"

"Possibly, or I could work on my potions," Adrian answered easily. The Slytherin's eyes lit up.

"Potions?" he asked interestedly.

"Yes, I'm a Potions Master," turning a page, Adrian tapped the ground beside him twice, then held his hand over the ground. Blinking, mystified, the blonde watched as a plant began slowly growing, curling up and wrapping around Adrian's hand. Taking no notice, Adrian continued his reading, until the plant had wound around his arm and into his hair. With a snap of his fingers, the plant heaved itself out of the ground, returning to a seed, until it rested in his locks of hair. Draco stared at him in astonishment, never seeing such a thing.

"Draco! Adrian! Dinner's ready!" Narcissa called. Draco smirked, watching as Adrian closed his book and stood up, brushing his robes off with one hand. His wand was pulled out, he shrunk the book ad placed it into a pocket before motioning to Draco to lead the way.

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Dinner was uneventful until the end, when both Severus and Lucius hissed softly at the same time. Adrian stared at his father for a moment before continuing to eat. The two men rose, bade a farewell, and left quickly. Draco and Narcissa watched him subtly, wondering what he was thinking. Finished, he thanked Narcissa for a wonderful meal before excusing himself to go read in his room. An hour later, Draco and Narcissa knocked at his door, curious…

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Voldemort stared at Severus for awhile, thinking about the news of his newly found son. "I would like to meet him, Severus, he sounds to be an interesting character."

"Since we are visiting the Malfoy family, that can easily be arranged, Milord," Severus spoke. He didn't like parts of the Dark Side, but he'd rather his son be with Voldemort than with Dumbledore. Voldemort didn't manipulate people without a care, he did care about his followers, though he did need to lessen his Crucio punishments. As time went on, he started becoming insane, but after his resurrection, he was returning to his normal charismatic self. He returned to being their friend, not their Master, though he pretended to in front of the lesser Death Eaters and the public.

Lucius opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted. Bemusedly, he pulled out the pendent he wore, seeing it glowing as it became warm. "Narcissa needs me, Milord, she'd only use this if it was a dire emergency."

"Very well, if something is wrong, you may return here," Voldemort dismissed them. Severus frowned, his instincts screaming that something was wrong with his son. The two Apparated back to the Manor, astonished to find House-elves rushing about in a frenzy of confusion. One managed to stutter that something was wrong with Adrian, and that he was in his room with Narcissa and Draco, before dashing away, terrified. The two men rushed up the stairs, heading through the corridors to his room. Stumbling in, they found Narcissa sitting on the floor, holding Adrian's limp body in her arms as Draco tried to pour a potion into his mouth.

"Adrian!" Severus felt real fear in his gut as he gently took his limp son. Checking his vitals, he couldn't understand what was wrong, before Adrian tensed, and began twitching and thrashing, as though having a seizure. His mouth opened but no sound emerged, his head twisting hard enough for them to worry he'd snap his neck. Minutes later, he slumped weakly, panting heavily. "Adrian? Adrian? Answer me," the boy's eyes opened to show weary dark violet orbs, glassy with pain. They nearly reeled back however, at the wisdom shining through his unguarded face. Staring, Severus realized his son had always worn several masks at once: one to protect his mind, one to protect his knowledge, one to protect his thoughts, and one to hide his feelings. Every emotion he had shown previously was faked through the several layers of masks, to ease everyone around him.

"K-kuso," he hissed, not moving.

"What happened Adrian?" Severus smoothed some of his hair back, out of his face. The exhausted violet orbs turned to him, locked with his obsidian eyes.

"You weren't supposed to see that," he murmured, closing his eyes. He flinched, before sitting up slightly, enabling them to see the blood staining the back of his shirt.

"You're hurt!" Draco scrambled with his vials, trying to find one to help.

"I'm healed already, don't worry about it," he said weakly, tugging on his shirt awkwardly. They could see he was stiff with his movements, despite trying to hide it.

"What happened Adrian?" Severus asked sternly, reaching to grab his shirt. Adrian moved away, pulling the shirt down from where it had bunched up.

"I'm not getting out of this, am I?" Adrian asked hoarsely, keeping his head bowed.

"No," Lucius spoke up, watching him carefully.

"Alright, let me get cleaned up and I'll explain." Adrian stiffly rose, stumbling to the bathroom in an ungraceful way. The others frowned but headed to a study, instructing a house-elf where they were and to tell Adrian how to get to them.

Once Adrian was certain they had gone, he hissed and wrapped his arms around his middle, banging his head against the wall he leaned against. "Shit, this is not good," he swore, digging around his trunk for another bag. Frowning, he pulled out the clothes in the bag and hurriedly redressed, slipping a bulky robe over his outfit. A formfitting black long-sleeved shirt and baggy black jeans with his boots under them. He undid all his weapons, except for two daggers, one in his boot and one in the middle of his back. Looking in the mirror, he redid his make-up, redoing the kohl around his eyes but adding eyeliner and lip-liner. Buttoning the robe closed, Adrian anxiously walked to the study where he knew the others were.

Severus and Lucius were holding shots of Firewhiskey, sitting in two intimidating chairs, while Draco and Narcissa had tea and sat on a couch. When he walked in, all of them looked up and watched as he stood a few feet from the door. "Well?" Severus asked, frowning with worry.

"I have to tell you guys a bit of a story, but trust me, it's essential to knowing what you just saw." Seeing their attentive looks, he sighed. "This, isn't easy to tell. Traditionally, only my people are supposed to know about things like this, so please don't interrupt. If you stop me, I might have to restart or won't be able to restart or finish at all." He smiled wryly at their stunned looks. "Okay, well, my mother wasn't completely human, the part that wasn't was from a long line of my people." He hesitated then continued quickly:

"A long time ago, long before the Founders of Hogwarts and Arcane, two beings were created by the Earth, made completely of magic. They, coupled, and created more of their race, five to be exact. These five went out and coupled with five humans, three of the humans were Muggles, and their children were as well. The other two however had active magic and thus the first wizards and witches were born. They in response went out and coupled with more humans, diluting their blood.

Many years later, the five magical beings, who were the first to start, met up again. Though they were like brothers and sisters, they were truly not blood-related and decided to test their bloodlines. They coupled together and created more of their race. And the cycle continued. The "children" would go out and spread magic before returning to their birth-home and reproducing among their own. This continued for some time, until right before the Four Founders actually.

Something happened then, a wave of magic from the earth struck them. They were creating too many people with magic, and thus had to limit themselves, especially since their own race was thriving. The earth, seeing this, reshaped them, turning them all into males. The earth believed this would stop their race from breeding more, and it did for some time. They were forced to sent out only a few of their kind to woo and couple with the humans, adding in fresh magic to the diluted bloodlines, thus making each generation more powerful than the previous.

Then, tragedy struck, something unidentified nearly wiped out the race, and they became desperate to procreate more of themselves. The earth, sensing their urgency, complied with their wish. Every generation, five of the males were born, who were blessed yet cursed with a terrible gift. When they reached fifteen they would start transforming, once every couple of months, and were able to bear children during such times.

They were treasured yes, and brought forth many more children until the race was out of the danger of extinction. Seeing this, the earth realized that yet again she would have to intervene, and made it so that only two or three males were born every couple of generations. And only if they were less than a pureblood, meaning, one of the race had to couple with a human to even have a chance to bear one such son." Adrian closed his eyes, finished with the story.

"What does that have anything to do with you?" Draco asked immediately. Adrian looked at him with a what-do-you-think look.

"You're one of these exceptionally rare sons, then?" Lucius asked, ignoring his ignorant son. Adrian reluctantly nodded.

"So was mother, in fact," he grinned slightly. Severus choked, coughing as the Firewhiskey went down wrong.

"You mean I married a man?" he gasped. Adrian shrugged.

"Mother chose to remain a female when she knew who you were," he said nonchalantly.

"Who I was?" Severus repeated. Adrian rolled his eyes.

"Her soul mate," he clarified. The group was silent for a while, processing the new information.

"So, then what happened exactly?" Draco asked. Adrian stifled a groan, the others looking exasperated at the young Slytherin.

"What you saw," Adrian said, gritting his teeth, "was me getting ready for mating season," at his look, Adrian rolled his eyes and opened his robes, revealing his now female body. Draco's eyes widened and his jaw dropped, Narcissa dropped her teacup, Lucius leaned forward and Severus stared in shock. With a soft sigh, Adrian reached up and unpinned her hair, which fell down to below her shoulders now. "Well? Do you understand now?" she huffed, crossing her arms.

"Whoa," Draco stared at her appreciatively. Like with her male form, she was slim and lithe, still quite feminine only it was now more apparent. She didn't have as large breasts as other girls, due to her more athletic activities and training, plus she was still small, and such she seemed very delicate.

"How long have you been changing?" Severus asked, studying his son-err daughter, offspring.

"Hmn, I'll have to think about that," Adrian frowned, tapping her soft lips. Draco immediately stared at her face, unconsciously wetting his lips. "Since I was fourteen, I believe."

"Why so late?" Narcissa asked.

"Well, I was born a boy, and boys mature slower than girls," she shrugged, smirking faintly. "If I was born a girl, I'd have been changing since twelve or thirteen, if I changed at all."

"If you didn't want this out, why did you come here?" Lucius asked, frowning at his drooling son.

"Sorry," Adrian frowned, before with a soft click, Draco sat upright, looking confused. "My mother wasn't a half blood, she was one-fourth human and one-fourth Veela, the rest being my people," she shrugged, "I forgot that my allure reactivates when I shift. Anyway, my mother's last request," she smirked bitterly, "as well as finding my own soul mate."

"Damn, the others would never believe me," Draco muttered. Adrian snapped her attention to him, glaring icily.

"You CAN'T tell ANYONE about this!" she said shrilly. "I've already broken so many rules, customs, and traditions by telling you this much!"

"What's the big deal?" Draco retorted.

"'What's the big deal?' What's the big deal!" she repeated, "You are an IDIOT! Not only could I endanger myself, I could endanger my entire people if you told anyone! Don't you ever think? Or have you not comprehended everything I just said?" she stared at him in disbelief.

"Think Draco," Narcissa said firmly, "what did Adrian say? What did she just tell us?"

"That some of his people transform into girls?" Draco replied.

"Yes, wizards would want them, to use as breeders of purebloods, not to mention her people are pure magic," Narcissa relayed.

"Oh," he looked at the ground. "But then how're we gonna keep it a secret?"

"Simple," Adrian said crisply, "You can start by calling me Zeke," at their looks, she rolled her eyes. "Zeke is my name when I'm like this," she spread her arms to show what she meant, "Adrian is my name in my male form."

"Alright Zeke, but how are we going to explain your appearance and Adrian's disappearance?" Severus asked snidely. She smirked at him, then snapped her fingers. Her form flickered before doubling, her male version of herself standing beside her.

"Meet Ad, he's my golem," she said proudly.

"Golem?" they repeated.

"How long have you had a golem?" Lucius asked.

"Hmn, another good question," she counted on her fingers for a moment, "Ah yes, I made him when I was thirteen, so he's two, almost three years old." She smirked at their disbelieving looks. "I've actually made it seem like we're twins, see," she wrapped her arms around her golem, murmuring something. He came alive just then, blinking his eyes open and hugging her back. The two of them looked coyly at the four in front of them.

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Zeke grumbled to herself a bit, trying to see the optimistic side of her newest dilemma. "Tell me again why, I have to meet with the Dark Lord Voldemort?" she asked, blowing her bangs up out of her eyes. Severus sighed as Lucius tried not to smirk. She was determined to make them decide not to introduce her to their Master, at least not until she regained her masculine form. Severus knew it would be dangerous, but since they could only be with the Malfoys a week, he wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, however she would change back a day before they had to return, so there was no way she could meet the Dark Lord in her male form.

"Zeke, please, I swear he won't be told the entire story, just that you have some genetic mutation or some other sort." Severus said calmly, through gritted teeth.

"Whatever," Zeke picked at imaginary lint on her black robes, the hood covering her head and face from view. The two Death Eaters led her into the large open room, where several other Death Eaters waited for Voldemort's appearance. Severus guided her gently to his position, his hands resting on her thin shoulders. She waited patiently, as Death Eaters came up to speak with her father, curious about the different auras she was sensing. She recognized vampires and werewolves, a few shadow creatures, and several that didn't have names. Her attention briefly returned, listening to a nearby conversation a Death Eater had started with a friend of his.

"So Snape's brought a young girl instead of his son? Wonder why,"

"Maybe he thinks he can pass her off as him, you heard the rumors of him being a traitor,"

"Maybe, though the girl looks pretty, maybe the Dark Lord will let us play with her a bit?" one leered. Her father tightened his grip on her shoulders when she tensed.

"Ignore them," he whispered, turning her to the front as Voldemort entered. Lucius nodded his head slightly to Severus from across the circle, Draco standing in front of him. Draco wouldn't be getting Marked; he was there to learn how the meetings worked. Several other Death Eater children were there as well, being formally introduced by their parents, or other family members.

"Easy for you to say," Zeke murmured back, her instincts screaming that something wasn't right. Her father's hands tightened even more, her back feeling how tense he got so suddenly. "What is it?" she hissed quietly, her mouth not moving.

"Something's wrong, do you feel it as well?"

"Yes," she stiffened when something nudged against her mental barriers, something non-human. Opening her senses just a bit, she bit her tongue to prevent herself from crying out. During their conversation and her mental scans, the Death Eaters without new recruits bowed deeply to Voldemort as he swept to his seat. A figure stood off to his right, hidden in the shadows.

"Welcome, my followers," Voldemort hissed, looking out at them. "As many of you can see, we have a few new followers to welcome into the fold." Severus, Lucius, and the others bowed their heads slightly, still touching their recruits soothingly. Zeke carefully hid her scent from the figure, not wanting to alert the stranger. The Death Eaters brought their recruits up, Severus and Zeke being last. When they stood before the Dark Lord, everyone felt the air thicken with tension.

"Milord," Severus bowed.

"Where is your son, Severus? Why have you brought this girl in his place?" Voldemort hissed. He had been anticipating the Snape heir's arrival, and was sorely disappointed.

"I'm afraid something unforeseen has occurred, milord, however I wish to discuss this in private." Severus said carefully. He felt his daughter becoming more and more tense, the figure creeping closer to watch. Something was telling him not to let his daughter go, else she'd do something drastic.

"Oh?" Voldemort settled in his throne, looking curious and interested. Resting one hand against his chin, he stared silently down at the girl, who stared back with dark violet unwavering eyes. "You have me interested, Severus," he said lightly. "Why exactly do you not wish this to be discussed here?"

"I wish to keep this away from Dumbledore's ears. If he found out about this, my family's life could be in danger." Severus said firmly. Voldemort's eyes widened slightly, he could easily tell his friend was serious, but the twinge of desperation confirmed his decision.

"Very well, Lucius, you and your son stay, the rest of you are able to leave." he waved his hand in a casual dismissal. With loud pops, the others disappeared as Voldemort led them to a private study, settling comfortably into a chair. Zeke stood, tense, as the figure also entered.

"Milord?" Severus stared at the person suspiciously.

"Ah yes, Severus, Lucius, meet Cassius, he's a potential ally at the moment." Voldemort smirked.

"I would rather he not be here, Milord," Severus touched Zeke's shoulder protectively, glaring icily at the figure, who stared relentlessly at her.

"Hmn," Voldemort noticed her tenseness, and Severus's protectiveness. "Very well, but this had better be good," the figure growled softly but swept out, closing the door firmly behind him. Voldemort raised a few wards, before settling back and watching her curiously.

"You shouldn't trust Cassius," she said bluntly, interrupting her father.

"Oh? And why not?" Voldemort asked, intrigued.

"Because he's a bastard and the moment he senses weakness or the possibility of defeat, he becomes a traitor and gives your enemy all your weaknesses and strategies." She said firmly.

"You sound as though you've dealt with him before,"

"I have," bitterness, "and I should have killed him when I had the chance."

"Oh? Details, please," he steepled his fingers, looking at her with a blank face but his eyes held curiosity. Her eyes locked with his, cold fury clearly seen despite her shields and mental barriers.

"Let's just say, we aren't on good terms," she clipped, not submitting to his narrowed eyes.

"Zeke," Severus rubbed his forehead, "Just tell him,"

"No," she hissed, eyes flashing, "Just because you're my father does not mean I have to tell your master," the word was NOT spoken with warmth, "every little detail of my life. In fact, I don't WANT him or anyone else to KNOW about my life."

"Zeke, honestly, get your bloody hormones under control!" Draco burst. She growled at him but began breathing slowly to calm down. Her power, flickering at her anger, died away and stopped rustling her robes.

"Tom, the reason we're here is that, Zeke is Adrian and Adrian is Zeke," Severus said tiredly. Red eyes widened in surprise before narrowing in thought.

"Hmn," he stood up and walked over to a locked cabinet, opening it with a password in Parseltongue. All except Zeke flinched at the sounds, but the Arcanus merely looked up and hummed approvingly. The Dark Lord pulled out an old book, flipping the pages carefully and reverently. "Ah, here it is, you must be one of the Ihkana. Correct?"

"Yes," she murmured, watching the door.

"What clan?" she hummed noncommittally, still staring at the door. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, of course not," she chirped, inching towards the door silently, her eyes betraying the lie.

"What vampire clan are you from?" Voldemort interpreted her hint, asking a similar but incorrect question.

"…" Touching the doorknob, she suddenly snapped it open, allowing the two intruders to fall in, on their faces. Bellatrix screeched as Cassius fell on top of her, his hood falling off. Severus saw the flicker of rage in his daughter's eyes but wasn't fast enough to stop her when she attacked. He realized his instincts earlier had been correct, when she pinned him to the wall with one hand wrapped around his throat. "Hello Cassius, it's been awhile," she purred, ignoring as he grabbed her wrist, trying to free himself.

"You," he hissed, staring at her in terror. She locked eyes with him, before smirking, and clicking her tongue.

"Naughty, naughty, the Dark Lord does not forgive or forget traitors," she purred, tearing his sleeve off his right arm. Chanting a stream of Latin, she grabbed his wrist in a painful grip as she tore off the charms. Emblazoned on his arm was a phoenix tattoo. "I knew it," she cooed. "Gonna betray Voldemort to Dumbledore aren't ya?"

"N-no!" Her eyes became steel-like.

"Don't lie to me," she crooned, "I get upset when people lie to me, and you wouldn't want me upset, now would you? Not after last time," he gulped and nodded frantically. She dropped him, then inhaled sharply. Her body seemed to shift before solidifying into Adrian's natural form. "Much better, I don't particularly like that form."

"You could change back?" Draco gaped. Adrian turned to him, smiling faintly. With a click of his fingers, the door closed and re-warded itself.

"Thanks to Cassius here," he chirped. "I stole a bit of his magic and used the Glamour Charm to revert my body." They all just stared, stunned at his cheerful mood. Cassius gulped again, still slumped on the floor.

"What happened the last time he pissed you off?" Voldemort asked. Adrian's eyes lit up and he chuckled nervously.

"Um, I blew up half the school and island." He said meekly.

"You what?" four Dark Wizards chorused. Adrian looked briefly annoyed, wiggling his pinky in his ear.

"The island isn't that big, maybe a two day walk in width and five day walk in length." Adrian muttered. He engraved this memory in his mind though, seeing Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, and Lord Voldemort gape wordlessly wasn't a common sight.

(Their eyes are like this: O.O and their mouths are like this: O, only bigger. )

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I think it's a cliffy, not sure though. In case no one really figured it out, I update at least once a month. Some chapters come out faster than others. (shrugs) what can ya do? Plus I have this thing, I've gotta start the next chapter before I post the previous. BUT! I also make each chapter longer or at least the same number of pages as the previous. Usually longer. (grins)

Thank you for your wonderful reviews, I have a total of five…but that's okay. I think I better change the summary, make it more interesting. Oh and here's a hint for next chappie, don't know if anyone caught Harry's previous behavior, but it'll all be answered in the next chapter. Or two, or three. Anyway, the rest of the story will be mostly about Harry's side not Adrian's. Harry is the main character after all.

One lovely reviewer pointed something out before, which has actually stumped me awhile and hence why this chapter wasn't uploaded sooner. Apparently I "make it seem as though the reviewers should know things about the story" and I'm sorry if it seems like that. Forgive me. I didn't mean to make the story seem like that. If they could elaborate I'll be certain to explain it more thoroughly next chapter in either the story or an author's note.

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Granger21: thanks for your review, they are acquaintances at the moment, but it will be developed further, (winks), so don't worry.

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FireChildSlytherin5: O.O I haven't thought about that actually. Crud! Crappy fish, thank you for bring that to my attention. (bows repeatedly to reviewers)

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