A/N: Chapter two for you.

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Thicker Than Blood

The Raven

Harry's POV

In seventeen years I've felt pain. Losing my parents and godfather, those were emotional pains. Growing back bones in second year from that crock of a wizard, feeling the torture of the Cruciatus curse, those were physical pains. I've had hunger pains, trivial pains – paper cuts or stubbed toes, and other tiny pains in comparison. This, though, this was another whole thing entirely.

Things were getting dark, I could almost see my parents and Sirius, then I felt my wrist tingling with warmth. It travelled up my arm and spread through my body, growing hotter and hotter until it felt like I was laying on the surface of the sun, engulfed in it's scorching flames that licked down to my very soul.

My muscles felt like they'd been flayed, then sewn together before being dropped into hot oil. My bones feeling as if they had melted, formed, broken then righted themselves. I felt as if I was the stomping grounds for a herd of Hippogriffs, run over by the Knight Bus three times, felt as if everyone in Hogwarts cast the Cruciatus at once, poisoned to Deaths door then given the antidote. My entire body felt like I'd been diced into the tiniest pieces and forced back together, grated down to nothing and pushed into this form.

I wondered if this was how those witches during the Salem huntings felt like this, searing from the lick of the flames burning forcefully, blistering and blackening from the inside out. I surely looked like Quirrell by now, couldn't contemplate any other way for how I was in pain.

There was always someone there, someone I couldn't figure out who it was because I couldn't even control my eyelids in such pain. Who was that? I could hear their breathing, hear the sound of them moving when they checked on me, but they said not a word while I was being burned at the stake, or so it felt. Whoever it was, surely they could just kill me so I wouldn't be in this pain, even Voldemort would have the sliver of compassion to end it.

How long had I been in this pit of hell? I had no sense of time, only the burning fire coursing through my veins. Who is screaming? Oh, that's me, isn't it. The fire was dimming, only slightly, a tenth of a hundredth of a degree, but it was less than a second ago, so that was good at least. Maybe it's killing me itself, and I'll finally be free of this once and for all. I could open my eyes now and I saw the person that was in my room was Draco. I screamed for him to kill me and he winced, like he cared whether I lived or died. When did that start, we were enemies, he should be glad I'm dead.

He hovered over me, apologizing as if it were his fault I was turning into ash from the inside out. He reached out and moved my hair away and I realized my glasses weren't on, but yet I could clearly see Malfoy. See the scar that ran along just over his eyebrow from who knows what, the minuscule threads stitched together to make his clothing, the grain of his wand, things I knew even with my glasses on I'd never see on a good day. It was all clear, as if I had gotten eye transfers, these just couldn't be my own eyes, my sight was complete rubbish, I wouldn't wear those damned glasses if I could see after all.

I wanted to ask what was happening to me, why he was here, and how long I had been burning and if it would ever stop. Why would he know these things? Maybe it was revenge for everyone who died because I was reckless or stupid. It wouldn't be too far fetched really. Everytime I opened my mouth to ask screams would come out instead of the words I wanted, pleas of death and cries of pain instead of the questions I had formed in my mind that somehow transferred from that to agonized words between my brain and my mouth.

The pain was pulling away from the tips of my limbs, my fingers and toes able to wiggle and move without the pain plaguing them, but as it receded, it pulled into my chest, my heart felt as though someone had poured hot acid inside it, then started boiling it further, the little organ racing in attempt to try to keep whatever it was out, and failing miserably.

There was a knock, it echoed around the room though I could tell that it had been done softly. I shut my eyes once more, just as the pain started to get a million times more unbearable. I could hear voices conversing with each other, one sharp, Malfoy most likely, and the other soft and curious. Who was that? It was familiar but I could not place the voice. They were moving closer, light almost nonexistant footsteps getting progressively louder until I felt them at my side.

Oh, it's Luna.

I open my mouth to say hello to her and to ask if she would be so kind as to finish me off but it shrieks out in screaming pleas as it had for Malfoy. She flinches too, and the two of them move away as if I wouldn't be able to hear them, but I do. They're talking about me, about why I'm like this. Finally, I'll have some answers. My heart races further at the answer, or maybe it was just trying to keep up and survive. Surely it would just give up, if it were anyone else, their heart would have stopped fighting a long time ago, but even Harry Potter's heart was refusing to give up. I would laugh, but I know I would only scream in pain and there's no purpose for it anymore. Luna doesn't need to hear me screaming for death, so I'll just stay quiet, lock my jaw shut until this is all over, survived or not. Then they say something that has my full attention, and what I'm going through.

Vampire. Malfoy is a vampire and he bit me. Merlin, the sod couldn't just let me die and be with my parents and Sirius, he had to make me immortal. I swear he does these things just to spite me, there's no other reason for this madness. I could be having tea with my parents and Sirius, laughing and having a grand old time, but I'm here, melting away from the flames licking all around me and through my veins, though it has receded to my shoulders and hips now. I can move and kick my arms and legs and I do so, then not a second later feel the magical bonds keeping me down.

Suddenly, the fire shoots up into my chest, my heart feeling like it was a little mini sun implanted in my chest. This time I do scream, and it is meant to be pained and agonized. My heart suddenly stops and gives one last feeble thump and stops. There is no sound, not a breath, no cloth sliding and most surprisingly, no heart beats, from anyone.

"Is it over?"

"I hope he's all right now."

"Harry's strong, I knew he'd live."

"He's immortal now, I wonder if he's thirsty."

"Quit talking about me as if I'm not here." I open my eyes again and the first thing I see in absolute clarity is Luna. She really is quite pretty once you pass the stupid things everyone says about her and get to know her. She's really got a heart of gold and I've never met someone so loyal and true to anyone or thing in my life.

"Harry, no one's talking." Luna looked at me like I grew another head, but I know what I heard. "Poor Harry that must've addled his brains with the Nargles, I thought I saw some in here."

"No, not Nargles! I heard you talking." Luna looked startled and I looked between her and Malfoy, both looking somewhat confused. Luna put a hand on my arm like she wanted to tell me something, but when I heard the next part, her mouth had not moved in the slightest.

'Can you hear me Harry?' I nodded and Malfoy gave a long exhale of air.

'I think you can read minds, Potter. Couldn't be a normal vampire, had to have one with additional powers. Figures.'

"Read minds." I echoed, sitting up. The room blurred in action and stilled again when I stopped. It finally clicked in my mind and I turned to look at Malfoy and I heard a low angry growl, then I realized that was me. "Vampire, Malfoy?" Both Luna and Malfoy could sense it would turn bad and backed up away from the bed like someone would back away from a bear that hadn't noticed their presence, but would soon notice and charge. "A fucking vampire. You couldn't just let me die? I finished my job I killed Voldemort!" They shivered and that pissed me off more. Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself. Thanks to Hermione for that one. A wall of little trinkets appeared and I blinked rapidly, feeling the strange motion of the lids over my eyes and I realized we must be in the Room of Requirements. It made things for me to smash, I would have laughed if I wasn't quite so pissed off.

"Harry, it's not that bad, really!" It was the use of my given name that stalled me into listening to what he had to say. My throat was aching and I was angry at being bitten. "I mean for one, just look at you, Potter."

He conjured up a mirror and I started. This was not me, couldn't be. I was still 5'7, somewhat short for a seventeen year old guy, but I was thankful I had gotten a growth spurt that summer, I was 5'3 before. My usually Quidditch tanned skin was now snowy white, just like Malfoy. My hair wasn't an unstylable mess anymore, now it looked like I purposefully wanted to look shagged. What startled me the most were the eyes. I loved my eyes, they were my link to my mother, emerald green and bright. Now they were crimson red and I felt like Voldemort, if I lingered on the eyes his face appeared around the red instead of mine. "You're almost as good looking as I am." He smirked and I had the urge to roll my eyes, he was a ponce sometimes. Make that always.

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that Malfoy."

"I'm still hotter than you Potter, and don't forget it."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." These spats are what make Hogwarts interesting. Since the beginning of sixth year it was starting to get boring and really just useless. Everyone fawning over me because I'm the Chosen One. Malfoy still was a prat and I was secretly glad he didn't decide to suddenly melt the Ice Prince and throw himself at me to be friends.

"I don't sleep, Potter. You either for that matter."

"Whatever. Why did you bite me?" Luna turned to look at Malfoy, too, wanting to know just why I was a creature of the night.

"For one, you were one breath away from dying there was no way you would have survived. You technically should be dead right now anyway, you got his with Avada Kedavra and yet here you are, talking and being the Gryffindoric idiot that you are." Right, the Horcrux.

"I was a Horcrux." Malfoy paled even further if that was possible, but Luna looked confused so I elaborated for her. "A Horcrux is an object that someone puts a piece of their split soul for immortality. Normally, people keep one but Voldemort had seven. The diary, Hufflepuff's cup, Slytherin's locket, Ravenclaw's diadem, Gaunt's ring, his snake Nagini, and me. Hermione, Ron and I had gotten rid of all six of those things before the battle and the last one was me, and I'm guessing when the killing curse hit me, it killed the soul inside, not me." Both blondes seemed to be mulling that bit of information over and suddenly the ache in my throat turned into a wildfire. My hand flew to the outside of it and before I had a chance to blink, a blood replenishing potion was at my lips and sliding down my throat. Ah, that's better.

"Potter, we can't stay here. How do you think the wizarding world will react to you being a vampire? Not kindly I imagine." Despite the vampire part, I was pretty much all right with leaving the wizarding world. Sure, it was the only thing I'd known for the past six plus years, but I was a tool, not enjoying it like I should have been. Plus, I was restless. Yes, there was Voldemort to kill, but I never really anticipated what would happen now he was dead, and he was now.

"You're taking this rather well, Harry. I was quite sure you would destroy everything in sight at your rage of being a vampire." Luna smiled dreamily and I realized I probably would have done something like that, and wondered why I hadn't. I annihilated Dumbledore's office in fifth year, but now, I felt oddly calm about it all.

"I suppose I am. I don't know why I'm not angry. You've always had that calming presence on me, Luna." She beamed and hugged me, both of us shivering slightly, her at my cold skin, me at her sudden warmth. "The shit might hit the fan when Luna leaves, though."

"Who said I was leaving, Harry?" Luna gave a sly grin that was quite unlike herself and I looked between her and Draco, confused. He smirked and gave a long sigh, dropping into the couch before motioning to sit.

"Here's how it is, Potter..."

Once Draco had finished the story, along with Luna's many interventions, Harry was feeling somewhat flabbergasted. Luna was immortal too, and she along with three others were some sort of legend. Harry preferred to not think of it as a prophecy, he'd had enough of those, even if this one was directed at Luna and whoever dragon, raven and bear were.

"So, who are raven, dragon and bear then? It is quite obvious since Luna means moon, but then who's -" Harry trailed off and twisted to look at Draco. "Your name...means dragon."

"Well spotted, Potter. Going to say my house is Slytherin next?" Luna huffed and Draco sneered, Harry gave a frustrated sigh and smacked one hand on his thigh softly, it still made a loud crack echo.

"No, I mean you're dragon." Harry pointed at Draco and Luna nodded once in agreement. She had a sneaking suspicion who raven was, but she'd let it come together on it's own. Bear, on the other hand was a complete mystery. They were silent for a long time, and Harry thought of something. "What about Ron and Hermione? Are they alive?"

"Ron...is catatonic. Someone hit him with a spell and he's in a magical coma. Someone got Hermione with a dark curse, and she's blind." Harry gasped in horror, a blind Hermione must be like the seventh pit of hell for his friend. "There's a lot of people who didn't make it. Colin, Cho, Seamus, McGonagall, Tonks, Lupin -"

"Lupin?!" Harry's eyes stung harshly, and he knew there would be tears if his body could only produce them. He was the last link to the Marauders and his parents, and now he was gone. "Teddy's an orphan, bloody Voldemort!"

"He's with Aunt Andromeda, along with my mother. Father saw the wrong end of McGonagall's wand before Greyback got her."

"Oh, Dean, Fred and George are okay! Along with Blaise, those four are a bit banged up, but it could have been worse, really. Percy, Ginny, Charlie, Molly and Arthur were killed and Bill is completely missing. Neville looks to be rooming with his parents in St. Mungos." Luna frowned and shook her head sadly. She looked down at her pale wrist to realize she didn't have her watch on her and a window appeared, showing that it was getting close to dinner, and her stomach was grumbling slightly. "I'm going to get dinner, I'll be back later Harry."

She skipped out the door after waving to them and made the trek down to the Great Hall. There were only enough people for one table, and Luna spotter the identical red hair halfway down the table. With a smile she dropped down next to Fred and started piling pudding onto her plate, taking a bite and immensely happy she could still have the confection.

"Hey, Luna. Did you find the raven?" Luna choked on the muffin she just bit on and Fred whacked her on the back to clear it.

"The raven?" Fred nodded and waved his hand over his hair.

"Yeah, you know how Harry's got black hair and all, he's raven haired, so we call him the raven, or just Raven. Though never to him since I think he'd decapitate us for it." Fred mused to himself and George nodded, mouth full of steak.

"Yeah, I did." She finally said, her tone distracted. Harry was the raven, it was so obvious now that she had heard it. Death surrounded Harry, he was wise and definitely powerful and Harry had more than enough pains. She put down her fork on the half eaten pudding and stood. "I've got to go."

"Oh, wait, are you going to see Harry again?" Luna nodded and Fred grinned, standing along with George who downed the last of his pumpkin juice. "Can we come with?" Luna paused for a second, thinking it might not be a good idea, but he hadn't reacted around Draco or herself and nodded, heading out the doors with the twins following behind her.

Luna was practically running up to the seventh floor and when she had reached the door that now showed up since it altered for her to be allowed in she flung the door open. "Harry, Fred and George wanted to-" There was a thunderous growl and several things happened at once. Harry leaped up from the bed and lunged at the door where Fred and George were standing, frozen in shock and horror. Draco bolted into action, tackling Harry as a door popped open and he flung the Gryffindor in it, shutting and locking it but Harry's snarls and scratches to get through still were heard.

"How could you have been so stupid, Lovegood!" Draco was panting heavily, trying to right his breathing, however unnecessary it was and Luna looked horrified.

"I – he didn't react to either of us, I didn't think-"

"That's right, you didn't think. He could have killed them!" Luna said nothing, instead choosing to look at her shoes and the twins got their voices back.

"What in Merlin's name-"

"Has happened to Harry?" Luna was still staring intently at her red high tops, Draco still staring furiously at Luna and Harry still trying to claw his way out to them.

"Let's just say he's thirsty." They mouthed the word and looked to the door, Harry was now pleading in his scrabbles against the door for just one drop of blood. "I think you should go, you're only torturing him." The twins looked toward the door before nodding and standing.

"Well tell Harry we said hello."

"Yes, and that even though he obviously isn't the same, he's still our little Harry." The scrabbling had stopped and the twins took their leave. Draco grabbed a blood pop and walked over to the door, opening it and when Harry opened his mouth to snarl, Draco stuffed the pop in and shut Harry's mouth and he nearly groaned at the taste.

"Now we really can't stay. Harry's not been desensitized to human blood, humans will make him do that every time until he gets used to animal blood." Harry was thoughtfully sucking on the blood pop when the reality of what he was trying to do hit him like the Knight Bus.

"I almost killed Fred and George! They must hate me, think I'm a monster. I am a monster." Harry seemed to be telling himself this then, and suddenly he rounded on Draco, far angrier than he had been a second ago. "Why did you do this to me?!"

"I already told you, Potter. You were a heartbeat from dead and plus things have been getting boring around here, so I saved your arse."

"Oh my hero." Harry's voice was dripping in sarcasm and Luna had to hide her smile behind her hand. Draco raised his hand and gave Harry the two fingered salute and Harry just tossed it back at him, accompanied with a childish stuck out tongue.

They were quiet for a while until Luna remembered why Fred and George had been brought to the Room of Requirements in the first place. "Harry's the raven." She said it offhandedly, as if asking to pass the salt and the boys stared at her for a minute, wide eyed until Harry finally collected enough of his thoughts together to form a cohesive sentence or two.

"Oh great, not only am I immortal, but I have to spend it with Malfoy? Great, just wonderful." Draco snorted and turned to look at Harry.

"What makes you think I want to see your scrawny Gryffindor arse for all eternity?"

"You changed me. It's not like I asked for this."

"Well there's nothing you can do about it now, is there Potter?" Draco sneered and Harry was silent, glaring daggers at the blonde until his lips curved into a grin that broke out into one the Cheshire Cat could battle.

"No, I can't change my being a vampire, but I can change my company." Luna was slightly alarmed at not being together like her mother had advised and Draco merely rolled his eyes.

"Good luck with that Potter. I sired you, no matter how far away you get, you'll always feel the pull back to me and as your sire, I feel the impulse to protect you and help you grow to be a respectable vampire, not one of those bloodthirsty disgusting ones." Harry only huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, Draco looked smug and Luna sighed in relief, if only for the moment. "Now, where shall we go? As much as it pains me to say this, we're going to have to go muggle. Everyone in the wizarding world knows the name Harry Potter, and Malfoy is almost as known, though not for anything good I know."

"I've always wanted to go sightseeing. See all the landmark places." Luna had a half smile on her face and the two nodded, though Draco had probably been to most of them since his parents took him wherever they felt like during the summers. They agreed a new continent was in order and Luna set out to get herself and Harry passports and all the other paperwork, seeing as Draco already had one of his own for jetsetting with his parents every summer.

Harry finished off the blood pop and stared at the empty stick dejectedly before another one appeared in front of his face, attached to an arm of the exasperated blonde in front of him. He took it and tossed the used stick away and it popped out of existence before it touched the ground. He shut his eyes and realized if he just listened he could hear the thoughts of the people on the grounds. He heard Dean grieving about Seamus, some Ravenclaws tending to younger years, a Hufflepuff crying in the third stall on the right of the girl's bathroom on the second floor, Fred and George worrying over how Harry was, instead of casting him out for almost attacking them, Luna humming happily and thinking about the quickest way to get their things together to escape and Draco's mind was a mass of several things at once. Distress for his mother, relief she was alive, grief over losing his father, yet the absolute freedom screaming for being out from under the elder Malfoy's clutches, irritation at leaving the wizarding world behind completely among other things. Harry wondered how Draco could be thinking about all of those things at once without his brain imploding on itself when he realized before killing Voldemort his own mind was quite the same. He felt slightly like Ron at that moment when the red head had said Cho couldn't feel all the things she had been feeling in fifth year after Cedric's death and Hermione told him he had the emotional range of a teaspoon. Maybe Harry had the mental range of a teaspoon, he wouldn't put it past himself, honestly.

'What's so bloody funny, Potter?' Draco pulled from his own thoughts when he heard Harry laughing at himself and Harry only shook his head, the gesture saying he wasn't laughing at Draco. The blonde merely rolled his eyes humanly at Harry and started inspecting his immaculate appearance, as if there would be a spot of dirt brave enough to attempt to cling to him. Of course, there were none.

Harry was getting a slight head ache from all of the voices in his head, and he thought second year was bad with the one.

"Try Occlumency. It works to keep someone out, and I assume it works the same for the voices barging in." Harry nearly cried at that, he wanted the voices gone but he was pants at Occlumency and it must've shown on his face because Draco sighed and turned to him, running a hand through his blonde hair that just fell back into place. "It's like building a wall. Start with the bottom and work your way up, imagining a brick wall and when you get to the top, the shields are up. That's the rather simple way of describing it, but anything more complex would melt your Gryffindor brain." Only Malfoy could take something that would help him out and turn it into an insult. However, he did as instructed and the voices started getting softer and softer, as if they were walking away until the only thing he could hear were spoken words and other movements. He breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the Slytherin who only nodded in return. He laid back on the bed and shut his eyes before feeling ridiculous in the action when he wouldn't be able to sleep again.

Luna had returned several long hours later with passports for herself and Harry along with plane tickets to France, the first stop in a long list of cities to visit. It took off in two days, which didn't leave very long for goodbyes and packing. She had also gone to Gringotts and persuaded the goblins there to put a fair amount of gold into an account for the Muggle branch and given her two cards, one for herself from the Lovegood vaults, one for Harry tied to the Potter, Evans, Black and Lupin vaults though the card directly took from the Potter vault during purchases. She knew Draco would already have one of his own for the Malfoy vaults and felt no need to get him a card as well.

Luna and Draco were the ones that ventured out of the room to tell friends and family the three of them were leaving, since Draco did not trust Harry to not go mad at the scent of human blood. The twins were accepting, Dean was confused, Hermione was saddened but accepted it, Ron and Neville were both unresponsive for different reasons and Blaise tried to get Draco to let him come along.

"We're best mates, Draco! You can't leave me here by myself, stuck with these Gryffindors!" Blaise had gotten to know Dean, Fred and George especially, and thought they were decent blokes for Gryffindors, but they were still lions. Draco rolled his eyes and refused to take his friend for his own safety.

"It's extremely dangerous, and I value our friendship more than the notion to see you dead, which is only every second Thursday each month when you decide to throw those ridiculous parties in Slytherin dorm." Blaise snorted and the two got far off looks on their faces, remembering the good times those parties brought. Draco was only half heartedly against Blaise going, but his Italian friend was human, and with that came the fresh blood Harry couldn't control the urge to drink yet and he didn't wish to see the only worthy person from Slytherin dead, definitely not in a way that could have been prevented. Thus, with sad goodbyes, Draco left Zabini Manor for who knows if not the last time.

His mother and Aunt Andromeda were the last on the list and both Draco and Luna went, leaving Harry locked in the Room of Requirements back at Hogwarts with Dobby to make sure he didn't escape.

"Hello Aunt Andromeda." Draco greeted his aunt when she opened the door, she looked surprised at Luna, obviously not expecting him to bring anyone.

"Draco. Who is this, your girlfriend?" The two blondes looked wide eyed at Andromeda and turned to each other before laughing, clutching their stomachs and leaning on each other for support.

"Oh, Aunt Andie, you've got a mean sense of humor on you! No, I'm not dating Luna, let's say she's not my type." He wiped away a stray tear of laughter and Andromeda gave Draco a strange look before inviting them in, Narcissa already pouring out tea for the four of them, Teddy sitting on a blanket with the moon in one corner and stars, it moved to show the sky as it was outside, the little moon was a crescent, the full moon not for a while yet. Everyone was thankful when Teddy's first full moon passed and he hadn't inherited Remus' lycanthropy though he was an irritable little snit those few days a month. The werewolf scent was doused with magic and normal human scent so he didn't smell quite so unpleasant as Lupin had when Draco had passed by him close enough, that was very unpleasant and he wished to never have another experience with a werewolf again, preferring to stay with the sweet smelling vampires and the somewhat appetizing scent of humans.

"How is Harry?" They were the only ones who knew what Draco had done, they had to know because first off it was his mother after all and he was incapable of successfully pulling off a lie to her face, no matter how hard he tried, she always seemed to know he was lying.

"Normal for a newborn." He did not elaborate and the sisters did not pry, the four drank tea in somewhat silence, the only sound was Teddy gibbering to himself in a language only he knew.

"You're sure you can not take Teddy?" Andromeda had tried to get Draco to take Teddy several times since he owled her, telling him that she was too old for raising a baby.

"Absolutely not, Harry still reacts harshly to humans, and even though Teddy is part wolf, that would probably only make matters worse. So, no, we can not take the child." He gave his aunt a stern look and she looked at her teacup, nodding once. "Our first place is France, I will try to keep in touch as much as possible, definitely to tell you if we've moved and our address if we've done so." Both Narcissa and Andromeda nodded and Draco stood, finishing his tea and ready to be back at the castle. Luna sipped the remains of her own and smiled softly before standing as well, as did the Black sisters. Everyone hugged and the witches had tears in their eyes as they bid the two eternal teenagers goodbye for the unforeseeable future.

Draco apparated them to the outskirts of the Hogwarts wards and the two walked into the castle and hurried up to the Room of Requirements, stopping once to speak with Dean for a minute, then again when the twins had cornered them about their products. Thirty minutes later they stepped onto the seventh floor, passed the Fat Lady, giving her a nod and standing at the entrance to the Room of Requirements, Draco pacing three times to open the door. The knob appeared, the rest of the door swirling into existence like ink dropped into water until the entire door was there.

Harry looked up from the book Draco had gotten for him about vampires, written by a vampire so it was not filled with myth and nonsense, like holy water, garlic and non reflections for example. Vampires can eat, though the regurgitation process isn't pleasant since the organs are frozen in time, not working, just existing.

"We leave in a few hours." Luna and Draco had packed Harry's things for him, even gone to Privet Drive, disguised of course, and gotten everything he'd need. All of their things were in a shrunken compartmentalized trunk attached to Luna's Butterbeer cork necklace so she couldn't loose it. She curled up on the sofa to sleep, she still needed it occasionally, though not as often as normal and the two waited for the sun to rise to begin their newest adventure.