Hello All!
It's been a long time since the last update on this story (2 years maybe?) Anyway, I wanted to let all of you know that the second part IS up. You can find it here: s/9427812/1/Hallowed-Ground
I want to say thank you to everyone who has supported this story, and I do intend to continue the second part, though it has been forever since I updated it. Updates will be very sporadic, my life is very sporadic, so please bear with me.
Thank you once again.
~MysticDayze
Also, this story gets off to a stupid start because I wrote it so long ago and it was a bit rushed. Once again, I apologize and please bear with me.
Preview:
"I want to know what you know."
McGonagal had her back turned to the four nations. Her hands were shaking but she was steady as always; Ivan was impressed. She must have nerves of steel, this woman. Maybe her blood is Russian.
Feliciano's arm was in its sling still… that worried Ivan. Surely the bone must have healed after two weeks? They were nations after all. But… then again… the Italian probably had not had the nerves to heal himself at the usual pace. His nerves seemed shot after having to stay in a closet with Matthew for so long. And the whole incident with the dying man, that maybe had affect as well.
"So. Albus had you all stationed by the tower on the night he… on the night it was attacked. That is no coincidence. And Mr. Vargas, I think you have some explaining to do as well."
If looks could kill… even Ivan felt a bit nervous under that gaze. Feliciano was wriggling uncomfortably.
"Ve… it's complicated… umm… I drink a lot of milk?"