A/N: I know! I know! About damn time! I won't chat off your ear for now, but I'll have a post at the bottom. Now, after much waiting…

Modified Disclaimer: I do not own FMA nor HP. However, I do own the original plot points and I do own these characters:

Clockwork

Faithful

Blaze  name changed from 'Fireburst'

Chapter 6: Home Sweet Home

'Sigh…'

Pat, pat, pat, pat…

'Sigh…'

Plop…

Sirius fell backwards onto the bed with a soft 'flump'. He had been locked in this damn cell for three days, and had already counted the paces it took to walk the length, width and perimeter of the room, the number of cracks in the ceiling and floor, the height and width of the door, and several other little things he had done in Azkaban to help keep his sanity. Granted, 'cell' was a loose term- it was more like a very bare room, like one you would expect to see in a monastery, with only the most base furniture- and compared to the cells in Azkaban it would be considered 5-star. But it was a cell none the less, and Sirius was through with being locked up. He had been unfairly locked in a cell for 12 years, was that not enough?

Plus, he was claustrophobic.

"Come on," he yelled at the door, throwing his shoe at it with a bang for the tenth time that day. "At least slip me a book or something- I can't escape with a book." And besides, if he did escape, where was he supposed to go? Sure he had been unconscious when he had first been found, but he had come to on the way to where ever he was now, and had gathered enough from the people around him that he was no where near London. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he was in his own world any more, because he was fairly sure he had never heard of a place called Amestris before.

All he knew for certain was that he was in some place called Amestris and had been picked up and detained by the military. When he asked why, a really cute blonde with her hair twisted up in a clip had told him that he was being detained for questioning concerning the disappearance of several military personnel. He had laughed and told them straight up that unless they wore robes and carried a wand be didn't know squat about them. He had received some strange looks and had since then seen neither hide nor hair of anyone, save the soldier who delivered him food three times a day (another star above Azkaban where there was only one meal a day).

He had just laid back down with a sigh when he heard the lock on the door turning. He raised his head enough to see the door as it opened to reveal the blonde from the other day. In her hand was a clipboard with paper and a pen.

He cracked a smile, "How kind- is that for me to draw with?"

She sent him a level look that plainly said, 'What do you think?' He snorted rolled up to a sitting position. "I would ask for you to take a seat, but…" he motioned to the bare room with his hands and shrugged helplessly.

"Actually, I prefer to stand, otherwise I would have brought a chair," she said.

"Of course," said Sirius with a knowing nod.

She sighed. It was during this moment that Sirius saw a tired and worried expression cross her face. His face fell- something was wrong with the pretty blonde. He wanted to ask, but figured that it would be impolite.

Good thing he wasn't a very polite person anyway.

"What's wrong? Got out of step in the morning march? Superior being an ass?"

Another flicker of sadness in her eyes. Something had touched a nerve.

"I wish he were… which brings me to the matter at hand. I've come down here to ask you some of those questions…"

"Look, I told you- I don't know diddly about any military personnel. If you want to know the truth, I don't even know where the hell I am. All I know is that I'm not where I was when I conked out."

"And where were you when you went unconscious?" asked the blonde, picking up her pen.

"One question first- what's your name? I'd like a name to a face… can't keep calling you 'that cute blonde'…"

She blanched a little at the straightforward compliment, but shook it off quickly. "You may call me Lieutenant Hawkeye."

"Aww… no first name?" Sirius made his best puppy dog eyes at her. But apparently she was immune to it, and just turned back to the papers in her hands.

'Damn... she's hard to get. Oh well, I like a challenge…'

"Your name is Sirius Black, correct?"

He nodded. He had given his name freely when they had brought him in. And why wouldn't he? They had taken his wand and all of them had those things called guns.

"And again, where do you recall being before you went unconscious?"

"London, England."

A look of confusion crossed her face. "London England? Where is that? I don't recall hearing of a town called that in Amestris…"

"No, you don't understand- London is the city, England is the country. Haven't you ever heard of it?"

She had an inscrutable look as she listened to his explanation, not writing it down. He raised an eyebrow in question.

"There… is no country called England…"

Sirius sighed and hung his head, his fears confirmed, "Shit…"

"Care to revise your story," she asked picking her pen back up.

"No. I really was in a city called London in a country named England. But I believe you just confirmed that I am no where near there now…" he sighed as he shook his head, "I don't suppose you've ever heard of any other places like maybe the United States? France? Germany? Australia?"

Hawkeye shook her head.

"Damn… ok, I need to know where you found me and what the place looked like. Was there anyone else there with me? Any strange structures? Maybe an archway or a gate or something…?"

"A gate?" she asked apprehensively. She seemed to have another worried look in her eyes, but this time a little different. Sort of like a bad memory…

"Yeah, was there one?"

"No, but it just reminded me of something… something someone once mentioned to me…"

"Please, I can't help if you don't give me some information about how you found me," said Sirius.

"You were found amongst the ancient ruins of an underground city along with another individual," she said.

"Who?" asked Sirius apprehensively? He was worried that Bellatrix may have followed him over.

"If you are from some faraway country, you wouldn't know him. He is the younger brother to one of the military personnel that has gone missing," she said.

"Oh, so no one else came through with me?"

"Not that we know of. Now what is the last thing you remember?"

"Look," said Sirius, running his hands over his strained face. "There are some things we need to go over, but I'm not sure how well you're going to take it…"

"Try me," she said, her gaze unwavering.

Sirius sighed, "Then I'm going to say this straight- I'm a wizard."

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Half an hour later, Riza was walking back into the office, flinging her clipboard onto the desk. Fuery approached her cautiously.

"Erm- Riza-"

"That was a complete waste of time. Either he's lying or he's just clueless, I'm not sure which-"

"Riza- there's-"

"The man's a chronic flirt, just like Roy, and it looks as if we can add 'certifiably insane' to his file description as well-"

"And why would that be?"

Riza spun around at the unfamiliar voice. She had been so distracted when she came in the office she had failed to notice the strange man.

And to top it all off, said strange man was occupying a certain missing General's desk.

She felt herself bristle at such an intrusion. How dare he just waltz in and take up residence!

"Ehem…" she cleared her throat. But before she could get any further she heard the door open behind her. She turned to see yet another stranger, this one a striking young woman with pale skin, white blonde hair, silvery-violet eyes, and the bars of a major, who had just come in carrying a mug of coffee which she proceeded to set in front of the man at Roy's desk.

"Thank you Major Flux," he said, taking a sip of the black beverage. Riza took the moment to survey him as well. The man was tall and well built with a bronze tan, black hair and chocolate brown eyes that were watching her from across the top of the cup. He took one last sip from the steamy beverage before returning his attention to Hawkeye. "Please, have a seat. We've only just arrived, but we have much to discuss."

As upset as she was about the intrusion, she was also very curious. She nodded as she took a seat across from the desk. Looking down at it, she noticed several files spread out across it, including two personnel folders- Roy's and Edward's.

"First for introductions," he said, standing to lean across the desk and shake Hawkeye's hand. She couldn't help but notice the ridiculous amount of watches that covered the man's wrist- there had to at least be four or five on that wrist alone. She also noted two ring watches on his hands and an assortment of pocket watch chains covering his person. "My name is Colonel Chronos Deathrage and the Major here is Kasandre Flux, and we are the Clockwork and Faithful Alchemists, respectively."

'I suppose that goes a little way to explain the watch fetish,' she thought. Off to the side, Major Flux nodded her head respectfully. The light of the room reflected off of a gold pendant hanging around her neck. Closer examination proved it to be a very detailed pendant of a Star of David inside a circle with another smaller circle at the centre, and in the middle of it, a cross with what looked like a miniature hourglass at the centre. Words in a strange language were etched into the outside circle.

'What is it with alchemists and their little 'trademarks',' she couldn't help but think. Roy and his gloves, Ed and his automail (though he really couldn't help that), Armstrong and his gauntlets…

"Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye," she said with a salute. Might as well go by the book…

"Now down to business," he said, taking his seat. Or rather, Roy's seat…

Once again she felt a bubble of indignation rise in her again.

'Was he really that replaceable? Were they all?'

"The major and I have been put in charge of the search for the Flame and Fullmetal alchemists."

"But- what?" she said, not quite grasping what he had said.

"I said we're in charge of finding-"

"So you're not here to take his place? You're trying to find him?" she asked, hopefully.

The colonel smiled, "Yes and no. I am the new officer in charge of the office, but it is only temporary. Or maybe not, depending on how the search goes…"

She nodded. It made sense; they needed a superior to take Roy's position, at least for the time being. And even better, they had sent two State Alchemists to help in the search.

"So how about we get started," he said, pulling the two personnel files towards him. "Since you appear to have been the highest ranking officer under Mustang, with the exception of Fullmetal, you would have been the one with the most contact with him, so it is you who we will confer with concerning him. How about Fullmetal? How much contact did you have with him?"

"Enough, but it would be better if you asked Alphonse, his younger brother. You might also look into contacting Winry Rockbell- his mechanic and best friend. They would be able to answer your questions concerning Ed better than anyone else."

"Very well," he said, scribbling the names down. "And what about Mustang? Anyone else close enough for us to contact?"

Riza sighed as she shook her head, "Not that I can think of. The general was a very… private man…"

"I've heard he has quite a reputation amongst the ladies. Were there any of them he was close to?"

"No, he was never close to them…" '…because he was too busy swimming in worry concerning a certain blonde haired alchemist…'

"No one at all?" he questioned, shooting her a glance.

Again she shook her head. "No one outside his subordinates. We're without a doubt the closest to him."

"Who's the closest? The top two?"

"Well, myself for one. But the other two candidates are of no help to you…"

"Why not?" he asked casting her a curious glance, his pen hovering over the paper.

"One is Brigadier General Hughes who died some time ago. The other… is the Fullmetal Alchemist."

"Hmm… no, that is no help," he said, his eyebrows scrunching in annoyance. He sat back and shrugged. "I guess it's up to you then. We'll be getting in touch with Mr. Elric and the Rockbell girl soon. Hopefully one of you three will be able to help." He then reached forward and pulled yet another file to him, opening it up. Inside was a picture of the man she had just been to interrogate- Sirius Black.

"So what can you tell me about our mysterious friend here? What light can he shed on the subject?"

"According to him, nothing. And personally, I'm not sure if we can trust anything he says- I think the man may be delusional."

"And why would that be Lieutenant?"

She faltered before continuing, "The man said that he was… a wizard. Not only that, but a wizard from another world."

"I suppose then that this would be his wand," said Clockwork, pulling out the stick they had found clutched in Black's hand when they had pulled him from the rubble.

"Indeed sir."

"Well, perhaps we should give the man the benefit of the doubt…"

"Excuse me, sir?" Riza asked incredulously. Was he implying that we should believe that this man was some magical world traveler?

"Look at it objectively- the man has no past, no records, is found with an ornate stick in his hand with properties that have stumped the alchemists that have taken a look at it, he saw a gate, and two alchemists are missing. At this point, I think we should keep an open mind."

Riza nodded, still not quite believing it. Magic didn't exist- right?

"I suggest you go back later and try to get a little more out of Mr. Black. Try to get him to describe his world, and take close notes. If he isn't from another world, perhaps his descriptions will give us a lead on where to look. Now if you'll excuse me, there is a mountain of paperwork on all this to fill out. I will be in contact with you soon concerning the search and if I need any questions answered concerning General Mustang."

Riza took that as her cue to leave and was standing at her desk, looking down at the paper and clipboard laying on it before it struck her-

She had never given Clockwork her interrogation report…

So how did he know Black had mentioned a gate…?

And how did Clockwork know the significance of that anyway…?

It was as she was leaving the office, pondering this mystery, that Riza overheard Havoc saying something about his sister coming into town. For some reason this tickled something at the back of her mind…

And then it clicked.

But… Roy had said to never mention her… that it was too dangerous…

But things had changed. They needed help desperately, and Riza was at the end of her chain.

And her chain was much longer… perhaps she could go where they could not go, and find what they couldn't…

Pushing aside her hesitancies, the mystery of the unread report temporarily forgotten, Riza rushed back into the Colonel's office.

"Sir, there may be someone else, but it will be risky…"

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For the rest of the week the office was on edge. Any time the door opened they would jump and salute, not daring to take the chance that she would enter and catch them unaware. This of course had the added effect that everyone was actually doing their work for once.

'I should threaten to bring one of them in more often,' thought Riza during one of the few moments she allowed herself to sit back and close her eyes, willing the words that seemed burned into her retinas to disappear.

And it just so happened that it was at this very moment that she felt a silent tap on her shoulder.

She sighed as she began to turn in her seat, "It's about time you're done with those papers, Hav-" she stopped as her eyes widened.

And there she was, standing behind her.

She knew it was her, because other than the long hair twirled with chopsticks into a messy bun, she was a spitting image of Roy.

Only she didn't wear the typical military blues. They never did. She wore a tight dress style black uniform that, had it been worn by anyone else and without the loose black plants the woman sported under it, would have made the mini-skirt supporting Roy Mustang proud. On the back of the uniform was the Amestrian crest in glittery silver, and on the front were four pockets- two breast pockets and two on the skirt area. Above the left breast pocket were lines of awards and bars signifying her missions and achievements. And hanging out of one of the bottom pockets was a black silver chain that would lead to a black silver State Alchemist pocket watch.

The uniform of a Black Ops State Alchemist.

Riza's eyes flashed over to the woman's right shoulder where on the sleeve there was a patch picturing a blue flame with red sparks. There was no doubt-

She was indeed the Blaze Alchemist-

And Roy Mustang's twin sister.

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Shortly prior at the train station-

Al took a deep breath as he stepped off the train, grinning contentedly as he walked into the crowd. Through his memories were either gone or shaky at best, he allowed his gut feelings and hunches to guide him along the streets of Central. It seemed to Al that though his mind had forgotten, his soul had not. So over the past few days he had been attempting to fine-tune his intuition perception. And it seemed to have paid off, for in about 15 minutes he was standing outside the Central military HQ.

Al fidgeted from one foot to the other, shoving his hands into his pockets distractedly. These people were the same ones that had pulled him from the rubble of the ruins only a handful of days before. And according to Winry, he had known them from before, with Brother… but for the life of him he could not remember them, nor anything else for that matter. Would they be mad? Upset? He knew they had called him back to Central to ask him questions about the disappearance of Brother and the other man- what was his name? Bronco… Shetland… Mare… Mustang? That felt right. Yes, Brother and Mr. Mustang… Anyway, they wanted to ask him questions. What would they say when they found out he was useless? He could barely remember the night of the transmutation, let alone anything after that…

With another sigh, this one much more dismal, Al walked up the front walkway and into the white stone building.

Once inside, he searched out again, letting his soul guide him. Left, right, straight, left… his feet almost seemed to move of their own accord.

'I must have walked this way a lot,' though Al, taking another corner, 'It feels almost second nature.'

Finally he felt himself stop outside a door and looked up at the plaque hanging on the outside- 'Offices of General Roy Mustang and Co.' Below it was a paper with a list of names- obviously Gen. Mustang's subordinates. He had only let his gaze glance over it until a name caught his eye-

"'Maj. Edward Elric- Full Metal Alchemist,'" Al read aloud, running a finger over the name. Then he looked down at the bottom where another name had been scribbled in. "'Alphonse Elric- Honorary 'Dog.'" His nose scrunched up at that. "Cats are a lot better…"

Finally he braved himself and pushed open the door-

"Aah!" screamed a rotund man as he fell out of his chair with a loud 'thud', the donut he had been munching on falling forgotten to the floor as well.

"Whoa! Where did you come from?!" said another man with dishwater blonde hair and bleached highlights at the front.

Al was about to answer when he realized they hadn't been talking to him. A woman with dark, messy hair, pail skin, and a black uniform stood beside a blonde woman in normal military attire. But instead of answering, she merely gave a smile with a salute.

Immediately the rest of the office moved to return the gesture. It was then that a door at the far side of the room opened.

"What's with all the commotion-?" the man stopped as he noticed the two new comers. As he added everything up in his mind he smiled.

"Ah… Colonel Mustang and Alphonse Elric- you made good time. It's a pleasure to meet you both."

At the mention of Al's name the rest of the office looked around wildly until they saw the small boy near the door.

"Hey! Al buddy!" said the dishwater blonde, grinning around a cigarette that was perched precariously between his lips. "How are ya feelin'?"

"Er- fine I guess…"

"You guess? All that hassle to get your body back and you think it's fine?"

"Well, I don't really-"

"So, how does it finally feel to be back to normal?" asked a short guy with dark hair and glasses.

"Fine-"

"'Fine' again! Sheesh!"

"So how did you-"

A gun shot cracked through the air as a bullet lodged itself firmly in the middle of the gaggle that had clustered around Al. Immediately the lot of them tuck and rolled to the cover of their desks. Hawkeye gave a nod of satisfaction before holstering her gun and turning back to a shell shocked Al.

"So Al, how are you feeling, really?" she asked kindly, concern just visible under the stoic appearance.

Al gulped tepidly before answering with another small "Fine…"

She sighed as her eyebrows furrowed, examining him. She seemed to search his face and then finally his eyes, before quietly asking, "You don't remember us, do you?"

Al bent his head. Somehow, he couldn't meet those saddened eyes. "I'm sorry- I tried to tell you before. It seems that when I got my body back, I also lost all the memories after the- er- accident…"

"Accident-? Ow!" Havoc cried as Fury quietly stepped on his foot.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Fury, not sounding very sorry at all. Havoc was about to retaliate before he saw Fury's eyes dart unobtrusively towards the main office, making Havoc remember the outsiders present in the room. Already they had given them an office secret- the previous state of their armored friend.

But the two colonels showed nothing but detached interest in what was being said- as if hearing about bodiless suites of armor suddenly getting their body back was the norm.

Then it dawned on Havoc what else Al had said, "You mean you don't remember… anything?"

Al sadly shook his head.

A sigh from behind them drew their attention back to Colonel Deathrage.

"I'm sorry to hear that Alphonse. But perhaps you will still be able to help. I won't always be able to spare the time of the military on the search, as work still needs to be done around here. So how would you like to be hired on as a temporary 'civilian advisor' in the search for your brother? All funds will come fro the military of course."

"If I can help in any way sir, I'm glad," said Al, bowing. "I just want my brother back."

"We'll see what we can do," said Colonel Deathrage, smiling kindly at the younger Elric. Then he turned his attention to the other guest with a salute. "Colonel Mustang, I've heard many great things about your work, both in alchemy and in the military. It is truly an honor."

Again she smiled, returning the salute… but still not saying a word.

"Ah there's no reason to be shy! We're all soldiers here! Well, except him," said Havoc, pointing at Al.

An uncomfortable look crossed her face and her lips pursed cutely (at least Havoc thought so). She looked around and saw a blackboard attached to a near wall. She walked over, grabbing a piece of chalk, and began to write. The sound of scraping chalk was the only sound breaking the silence. Eventually the others began to make out what she was writing:

'I'm sorry I did not inform you earlier of my condition. You see, I'm mute. I can not speak, but I can hear, so you need not worry over that. However, if I'm to be of any service, it may be prudent to acquire the services of someone who understands sign language-'

"Hey! Wait!" said Havoc, interrupting the girl's writing as she turned to him. "My sister is deaf! Has been since we were kids, so I know quite a bit of sign language. I could work as interpreter for you!"

Mustang smiled as she laid down the chalk and dusted off her hands, giving him a nod as she turned back to them. As she did she started making quick motions with her hands.

"Whoa wait, start over again," said Havoc, focusing in on her (not that he wasn't focused on her already… Roy would kill him if he knew…).

She started again, this time a little slower.

"'Thank you very much for your help. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Usually it's not too much of a problem as my job doesn't require much conversation-'" at this Havoc coughed uncomfortably in the interpretation, not trying to consider what her job must involve, "'-Again, I am sorry.:

"It's no problem, Colonel," said Colonel Deathrage.

She made a few quick movements with her hands. Jean translated.

"She says you may just call her by her Alchemist name—Blaze."

"In which case you may call me by my Alchemist title, as it is what I'm most comfortable with- Clockwork. That invitation is extended to the rest of you as well," he said, motioning to them.

'Is it just me, or is this too polite…' thought Hawkeye, looking between the two officers.

"Perhaps, Blaze Alchemist, we could move this into my office. Lieutenant Havoc! If you would care to join us and interpret?" Clockwork asked, stepping on the inside of the doorway.

The two nodded and moved into the office after him.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye, if you could start the paper work on Alphonse's clearance I'd be most appreciative," he called out before Faithful closed the office door.

Breda cleared his throat, "Umm… did anyone else think that was a little…"

"Odd?" finished Farman.

"He seemed polite…" said Fuery.

"A little too polite," repeated Hawkeye, this time aloud.

"Ms. Hawkeye, what would you like me to do?" asked Alphonse quietly.

Riza gave him a small smile. "Don't worry about anything. I'll take care of everything. For now, why don't you go take this key and rest in one of the dorms? The number is 310 on the third floor, 5th door to the right of the elevator."

"You know… somehow I feel like I know that," said Al, looking at the key in his flesh hand, looking like he was trying to catch something that kept slipping away like smoke. Finally he sighed before he looked up to give her a grin. "Thanks Ms. Riza. Call me if you need anything," he said as he closed the door behind him.

"I didn't know you kept the key to their dorm…"

Riza sighed. Yes, she had kept the key to their dorm on base. Typically when a soldier goes MIA or AWOL for a week or more without checking in the dorm is checked back in and the locks are changed. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. It felt too much like giving up on them. And if she gave up on Ed, then she had to give up on Roy.

'I just hope that where ever they are, they're together. Whether they would have ever admitted it or not, the two of them made an unbeatable pair. Dangerous, temperamental, and highly immature… wherever they are I hope the landlord has property damage insurance… but a good team none the less.'

She had to believe in them. They would return.

Her gaze slipped to the closed office door that the Colonels and Havoc had disappeared behind.

Hopefully it would be sooner rather than later. Something new was stirring in the air…

A/N: Holy shit… do you have any idea how hard this chapter was to write? I swear! I love my OC's, but they were not working right! Still aren't, but I think I managed to salvage it. (Btw, none of them will be Mary-sues, so you need not fear. Actually, they are quite un-mary sueish… but no need to ruin the suspense, huh? ;) ) I was however pleasantly surprised to see how well Riza's charrie was developing. Just so's you know, there will NOT be a crazy love triangle between Roy/Ed/Riza nor Roy/Ed/Winry. Riza and Winry are both more like sisters to the two guys. Hopefully I managed to get Al right. Damn is that kid hard to write! I guess it's because he's always seemed rather two dimensional compared to a lot of the rest of the crew, but he really is the Yin to Ed's Yang if you know what I mean. I hope to develop him a little better while still keeping him in character. He's not going to be the totally naïve kid he's often portrayed as nor will he be the 'hero' type like his brother. If you think I do something totally OOC for him, pleas let me know. I mean, little differences are one thing. But if I decide to throw him into an orgy or make him into an idiot please slap some sense into me. But please be nice about it. It's the first time for me to write him, I can only hope it turned out right.

IN RESPONSE TO SEVERAL REVIEWS who mention something about Ed and Roy keeping a semblance of decorum or rank-- no. No I don't think so… Ed never was terribly 'official' and only saluted 'that bastard' when he had to. As far as Ed is concerned, even if they get back to Amestris, if Al has his body back, he is no longer a dog of the military. At least that's his current mindset. But besides that, he's a cheeky bastard and wants to annoy Roy as much as possible. Plus, a good portion of their interaction will involve putting them on an even footing (despite Ed's height P ), seeing each other for what they are, and in general coming to treat each other as equals.

And to Shadowed Chaos… yes, I must admit, Ed in a uniform is absolutely delicious… which is why I've already wrote that scene! (btw, you have some awesome fics on your favorites page- thanks for all the good reads! You have excellent taste!)

Also ON JAPANESE WORD USAGE— I'm going to straight up say it's because I prefer those words (hey, at least I'm honest!). But if it makes you feel better, here is my BS reason why—kind of like how words from any other country manage to make their way into another language completely different from it's own (take the American melt-pot for an excellent example), similar occurred in Amestris. As far as I know, Xing is supposed to be similar to the Asian countries, correct? So lets say that the words come from Xing and crossed over into the Amestrian vocab. Actually, I may work some of that into the story at some point, but we'll see how it goes.

And for the record- did anyone know that Riza is actually Liza? As in Elizabeth? I didn't until I was reading the manga today in my university's bookstore. Anyway, I have no intention of changing her name, so….

Well, I hope you enjoyed the new chapter and the flash back to home! Now back to Hogwarts!

… and kisses to Roy. I MISS YOU!!!