Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER….. that doesn't stop me from wishing I did though.
"How do you read that shyte?" Daphne said in honest curiosity staring at the giant book that Harry was bent over and completely absorbed in.
"With my eyes." Harry answered with a small smile not even looking up from "Every Household charm ever in existence" by Rodric Sussex. Blaise smiled but he too didn't stop from writing his Charms essay.
"I'm serious Harry, I've looked through that book, and it's dryer than dirt not to mention completely useless, why bother?" Daphne asked again.
Harry sat up and took his eyes from the book. "I won't argue that it's dry and dead boring but it's not useless. I've found at least ten new and useful spells in here." Harry told her somewhat smugly before turning his eyes once more to the book.
"Like what?"Daphne demanded not for a second believing that any good could come from reading a dry, not to mention out of date, house hold charms book.
"A charm that shrinks clothing. I could randomly curse people's clothes to shrink until they ripped apart at the seams leaving them naked in a hall full of people." Harry said with a devious smile. "Or a seeking charm. It helps you find lost items. Imagine what I could find in a castle that has been standing for over a thousand years and has been home to hundreds of thousands of people. There's probably all sorts of crap around here. I even found an advanced summoning charm that will summon any item from up to three miles away. Can you not see the possibilities?" Harry asked somewhat excitedly.
Daphne blinked before sliding her chair closer to Harry so that she too could read the book. "Maybe the books not completely useless." She said haughtily but with a spark in her eye that said she was now most defiantly interested. She leaned forward and took control of the book as Harry sat back and watched. He tried to pay attention to what she was reading but he couldn't. All he was aware of was the close proximity of her body to his. She was close enough that he could smell her hair without looking like some kind of pervert. Wild flowers with a hint of strawberry invaded his senses leaving him dazed and unable to focus.
"Harry!" Daphne said in an irritated voice. "Stop day dreaming and look at this." She said while pointing to a spell with her index finger.
Harry blinked and quickly snapped himself out of his daze, glad that Daphne hadn't he was staring at her and not day dreaming. That would have been embarrassing. He looked determinedly at the spot where Daphne was pointing. It was a degreaser charm, originally meant for heavy duty cleaning but Harry could only think of one reason why Daphne would point this out. He had never admired her more than at this moment.
"Doesn't the name Snape just jump into your head when you read this?" She asked rhetorically. Snape may have been her head of house but that didn't deter her from enacting her revenge on him like three quarters of the school. She saw how his bias did more to hurt the Slytherin house in the long run that it did to help them. His blatant favoritism made the rest of Hogwarts students despise them and when they left school and entered the real world Slytherin students were in trouble. They had no one to bully them out of trouble and the rest of the working world still angry at them for the unfairness displayed in Hogwarts. Usually unless a Slytherin student didn't need to work because of a family fortune or they had a job provided by a family business or friend they had trouble finding good jobs. That's why so many Slytherin's fell into the world of debauchery in Nocturn Alley or some of the other unsavory places in the world. There was also the fact that he was a giant git who was mean and unfair to her best friend.
Harry's face broke into a huge smile. "Wicked" he breathed.
"Do you think Professor Snape can handle any more stress?" Blaise asked speaking for the first time in over two hours. Harry's smile dropped at the serious look in Blaise's silvery-blue eyes.
Harry hated to do it but he admitted to himself that the prank he and the twins had played on the potions master did have some repercussions. When they had planned the prank they hadn't accounted for the life span of the wards they had set up. It had been two weeks since they had set up the wards and still every time Snape walked through one of the many places they had warded there would be a puff of smoke then bam he was dressed as everyone's favorite super hero.
As a direct result of the prank Snape rarely ever went into the upper levels of the castle, Harry had even heard from Fred and George that they had seen him sneaking about the first floor and go into the kitchens because he refused to even enter the Great Hall. Once Harry and the Twins had heard this they had taken it upon themselves to leave transfigured batman action figures in places where Snape was most likely to find them. It was a common occurrence to see an enlarged batman action figure fling through the halls of Hogwarts due to a focused levitation charm. Harry's favorite part of this park was the fact that everyone seemed to want to contribute, especially the people whom Snape bullied.
It had gotten to the point where every night a new and comical poster or display would present itself. Muggleborns who were tired of Snapes tyranny taught their friends the batman song and it would be sung under their breaths during potions lessons. Snape of course took boat loads of points from whoever was caught or who eve he suspected doing it but it was well worth it to see his flushed face with bulging muscles at his temples.
There was a school wide pool of when Snape would crack, what he would do, and who he would attempt to kill. It was slightly forbidding that according to students the most probable course of action was Snape snapping in first year Gryffindor/Slytherin potions class then bludgeon Harry to death with Neville Longbottoms cauldron.
The down side of this nearly school wide conspiracy to drive Snape mad was that Harry, Fred and George were in detention ever single night of the week. Snape didn't even bother giving anyone else detention because as he told them nightly he knew they were behind the disgusting display of foolishness. That left no time for new pranks to be planned let alone planted but for now they were content with the one they had in progress.
"I don't know Daph I feel like I'd be doing the guy a favor." Harry said with a crooked grin. Daphne quickly smothered her laugh then promptly punched him in the arm.
"My names Daphne, not Daph." She said in her best superior voice. "Nick names are beneath one such as myself."
"But yet you're not above physical violence." Harry said with a cheeky grin as he rubbed his arm not completely in jest. Daphne's punches didn't really hurt but he was getting hit three or four times and hour because of his use of nick names.
"If it gets my point across." Daphne said with narrowed eyes.
Behind them Blaise closed his book with a snap bring them back into the real world. "It dinner time." He said as a way of explanation.
Harry jumped up from the table with nimble feet. "Good I'm starved." He said as he grabbed both his and Daphne's books. As soon as he had the books in hand he started walking towards the door and only stopped when he realized that Blaise and Daphne were still standing near the table. "Come on Blaisy boy. You may not have hurry but I share a table with Ron Weasley." He whined pathetically rubbing his stomach with his free arm for good measure. His antics earned him a sharp look from the librarian so he quickly stepped out into the hallway but not before sending them one last pathetic look.
Blaise winced at the mockery Harry made out of his once respectable name but kept his mouth shut as he walked towards Harry with Daphne. He knew from Daphne's experience that the more one complained the more often harry would use the nick name. He was hoping that if he kept his mouth shut harry would stop, somehow he doubted it, but hopefully he would be called 'Blaisy' less than Daphne was called Daph.
They exited the library and nearly walked right into an impatiently waiting Harry. "Do you want me to wither away Daphy dearest." He said with a pouting smile. He slid to the left just in time to dodge Daphne's flying fist. "That looked painful it almost makes me think you were trying to hurt me." Harry said questionably, his lips twitching as he withheld a smile.
That seemed to be the last straw for Daphne. She abandon all airs or appropriateness and charged towards harry like a lion stalking its prey. "Don't. Call. Me. That." She hissed menacingly and with each word she took another step forward until she had Harry backed up against the wall.
Harry smiled slightly. "How about if you can catch me, I'll stop but if you can't I have a free license to call you whatever I please." He suggested.
Daphne paused and assessed the situation. She was blocking Harry's only escape and the only way he could get past her was by doing so forcefully. In her mind she already won. She put on an innocent face and fluttered her eye lashes. "You wouldn't try and hurt me would you Harry?" she asked in her best 'I'm just a defenseless little girl' voice. Behind her Blaise bit down a smile knowing that little girl or not Daphne could beat the crap out of any guy in their year.
Harry's smile dropped and his face lost all its joking airs. "Do you really think I would hurt you?" he asked in a sad voice.
Daphne too dropped her joking façade when she saw how her question affected her friend. She didn't want him to think she didn't trust him. "No of course not, I was just fooling." She said.
"Good cause so was I" Harry said with laughter lacing his voice as he twisted to the right and sprinted down the hall his laughter echoing loudly. He was around the corner before Daphne had ever processed what had happened.
"What in the bloody hell just happened?" she asked Blaise.
"I believe you let Harry escape and now he has the right to call you whatever name he pleases." Blaise said in a chipper voice, slightly proud of the way his aloof friend had gotten the best of Daphne.
Daphne let out a scream of frustration and swore colorfully in several different languages before one of the nearby portraits reprimanded her.
"Let's go eat." She said dragging Blaise after her and she basically marched to dinner. As soon as they entered the Great Hall her eyes sought out Harry. He wasn't that hard to spot as he was the center of attention at the Gryffindor table. He was in the middle of a loud and apparently hilarious conversation with Fred, George, and Seamus. Most of the rest of the table was crowded around him listening to the story with rapt attention but Harry hardly paid them any mind he only had eyes for his friends.
Daphne walked automatically to the much more subdued Slytherin table, her eyes never leaving Harry's form. She watched as his face seemed to glow brighter and brighter and his smile got wider and wider as he talked to his enthusiastic friends. She sat down in her usual spot at the Slytherin table or she would have if there hadn't been a stack of books on her seat. Blaise grabbed her arm to keep her from falling and he helped steady her.
She sat down with scarlet cheeks as she noticed some of the older Slytherin's watching her judgmentally. She inspected the books and was only mildly surprised to find that they were her books. Harry must have left them there for her. She looked through each one to make sure everything was there, she could never tell with Harry. Once he had given her books back and her potions text had been missing. She had tried to use that as an excuse to get him to stop carrying her books but it hadn't worked. She didn't know why but whenever they were together he always insisted that he carry her books.
Upon closer inspection of her books she found a piece of parchment folded in the pages of her history text. She supposed it was folded in the shape of a flower but it was the ugliest flower she had ever seen. She unfolded the parchment to find Harry's neat script hastily dashed across the page.
'I would really never hurt you'
She was somewhat taken back but at the same time deeply touched. She had never for a minute believed that Harry would hurt her. In fact it was the exact opposite, despite herself she trusted Harry almost as much as she trusted Blaise and she had known Blaise since she was eight. Her eyes snapped up to the Gryffindor table and to her surprise Harry's green eyes were locked onto her grey. The world stopped for a minute and the sounds of the Great Hall faded into the background. That is at least until Harry smiled widely and waved excitedly.
Daphne rolled her eyes at her immature friend and started to load her dinner plate. Harry shrugged and went back to eating and talking with his friends. Daphne ate her meal with a smile tugging at her lips and a light heart. Blaise was just oblivious to the entire encounter as he was too focused on his meal. He may not act like it but he was an eleven year old boy and as such he too loved to eat.
"He's a right bastard."
"My arms are killing me" Fred and George grumbled as the twins and Harry walked through the halls of Hogwarts. It was two hours past curfew and Snape had just let them out of their nightly detention. It wasn't their fault that as soon as they'd walked into the classroom that a Batman action figure had flown in behind them. Snape had been furious to say the least. He'd kept them late out of spite. For the past four hours they'd been scrubbing cauldrons that looked to be as old as the school.
"Don't you two still have homework to do?" Harry asked. He was thankful that he could get through his homework so quickly and easily. The twins had yet to get to bed before two in the morning since they had started getting detention because they still had to complete their homework.
"One foot on the"
"Proper way to fend ff Boggarts."
"That's not that bad." Harry said. The twins shrugged simultaneously, something that still had him baffled as to how they choreographed their movements. He had asked them if they practiced doing everything the same or if they just did it naturally but they would only smile at him and leave him guessing.
They rounded the corner of the corridor only to stop in their tracks. At the other end of the short hall was Filch with his back turned to them. The trio knew that it didn't matter if they had a valid excuse or not, they would still get in trouble, and there was no way Snape would confirm their story because that would mean he would have to confess to keeping students out after curfew. Something that wasn't necessarily against the rules but it was frown upon none the less.
The twins and Harry shared a look before skirting back around the corner away from the foul caretaker.
"We can't afford any more detentions."
"We're barely getting by as is." The twins whispered.
"There's a hidden staircase that will take us to the second floor behind the statue of Goldtooth the Greedy by the Kitchens. From there we can just take the main stair case up to Gryffindor Tower." Harry said. He was never more thankful for his detailed knowledge of the castle because the twins didn't have the Marauders map on them. They hadn't wanted o risk Snape finding it and confiscating their greatest pranking tool.
The twins looked at him in amazement. "I was raised in this castle I probably know it better than anyone except the founders and my father." He said in a low voice with a shrug.
"He's like map."
"That walks and talks." The twins snickered as they each ruffled his permanently wild hair.
"Come on." Harry said with a good natured frown. "I want to get to bed before dawn, without another detention."
The trio quickly made their way away from Filch and toward through the secret passage to the second floor main stair case. "That was too close." Harry said as he swallowed a yawn.
"I agree." The twins said at once.
Harry stopped walking up the staircase and looked at them funnily. "How do you do that?" he asked curiously.
"That would be telling Harry-kins. "
"And a trickster never tells his secrets."
Harry would have retorted but before he could open his mouth the staircase they were on jerked and started to move to a new position. The sudden movement caused him to fall hitting his nose and mouth on the marble stairs. There was a flash of pain in his face then a rush of warmth. He knew his nose was broken and his lip was split he had experienced it enough to know what it felt like.
"Harry!"
"Are you ok?" the twins asked as they rolled him over and sat him up.
"I'b fine." Harry said irritably. "Bloody st'cse." He cursed as he stood up on his own. He held his nose to help staunch the blood flow and looked around. He didn't recognize where they were and his head was throbbing horribly.
"Harry your bleeding really bad."
"Maybe we should take you to Madame Pomphrey."
"BO! I'b be bine." He said quickly. He really hated the hospital wing. "Bust tabe me to ba dorm. I'b bee my mum ib ba morbing."
"Are you sure."
"We could take you there now?"
"I'b bine." He snapped. They didn't understand that he could under no circumstances worry his mother. His father had warned him and he never disobeyed his father when his father was this serious about something. Not to mention that he wouldn't do anything to jeopardize his mother's health.
The twins agreed but looked uneasy about the decision. As one they stepped off the stair case and wondered in to the lone corridor. It was covered in dust and looked as if it hadn't been cleaned in years. No matter how hard he tried Harry couldn't remember where he was. The Knowledge was on the very edge of his mind but he couldn't grasp it.
"Sniff them out my pretty." Said an echoing voice from down the dusty corridor. They froze for only a second before entering the first door they saw. They piled inside the room and watched with bated breath through the key hole, waiting for a sign that Filch had left.
A warm blast of stagnate air hit the boys backs causing them to freeze in terror. They heard something large shift behind them followed by the sound of a loud menacing growl. Harry was the first to turn and have his wand pointed at the three headed beast that was standing just behind them. Fred and George were only seconds slower. As one the trio screamed as they saw a giant three headed dog standing directly behind then with its teeth bared.
Without thinking of anything other than keeping their limbs and lives the trio ran from the room slamming the door shut behind them. They weren't even aware that they were screaming. They got about ten feet from the door when they ran into Filch who had been waiting for them.
"My my sneaking about in the forbidden corridor. It's to the heads office with you." Filch said nastily. No one tried to escape again or ever try to object, they were still too much in shock of what they had seen. The fact that they could have just been that hellhounds dinner was imprinted in their minds.
The trip to the headmasters office past in a blur to Harry whose head was now throbbing horribly. The twins were torn between shock and concern for their younger friend who was still bleeding from his nose and mouth.
Harry became aware of where they were when they stepped onto the moving spiral staircase that he had been on countless times before. This was not good. He knew that if his mum found out she'd go ballistic and that was the worst thing for her to do right now.
When he had gone home to see his 'aunt' he had spent most of the time with Nathan catching up on what they had missed. It had been then that Nathan had told him about his mother being pregnant. At first he had been really excited. He would finally get the chance to b the older brother instead of always being the youngest but then Nathan had explained to him about what had happened when mum had been pregnant with him and about how she had nearly died. That worried him, so he resolved to find out everything he could about being pregnant. It forced him to make trips to the library during meals times so no one would see him with the books.
Before Harry could properly they had reached the top of the stair case and Flitch was knocking on the door. It was all over now he knew his dad would answer the door as soon, he most likely still in his office finishing the paper work he had neglected all day long.
Sure enough his dad's voice called out. "Enter" and Filch pushed them into the threshold of the room. His dads office was the same as always, covered in knick knacks and odd silver instruments. There was a fire burning steadily in the hearth and his dad was sitting at his desk still dressed in his robes. He also had on the beard and old man façade that Harry was now familiar with. Harry watched his dads eyes widen as he took in his appearance. His face and the front of his robes were covered in blood along with his arm from where it had dripped down when he had been holding it to his nose.
"I caught these three sneaking about in the forbidden corridor headmaster sir." Filch said with a nasty smile. Harry didn't like the way his dad's eyes narrowed in on him. "If it would please your headship I could take care of the punishment. My thumb screws were just oiled this morning and they're ready to be used."
Albus held up his hand his eyes never leaving his son's face. "There is no need. I believe I can handle these three from here." Filch took the hint and left but he didn't look happy about it if the door slamming was any indication.
Albus stepped out from around his desk and withdrew his wand from its holster on his wrist with a flourish. The twins eyes widened in fear as he pointed his wand at Harry's face. With a sharp jab of his wand Harry's nose and mouth stopped bleeding and with another the blood was cleaned from his face.
Harry gingerly tweaked his nose and was relieved to find that it was only slightly sore. The throbbing in his head had even lessened. "Thank you." He said his voice once more sounding as it should.
"Please sit down boys." Albus said in an authoritative voice. He didn't know why his son and his son's two friends were in his office in the middle of the night but he wasn't pleased. Though if he was honest with himself he really wasn't that surprised. In fact he had been expecting them here.
The three boys sat down in front of the headmaster's desk each with their heads down. Albus took his seat behind his desk and resolved to handle this just like he would any other situation. The fact that it was his son would make no difference when he was handing out punishments.
"Would you care to tell me why you three were out of bed after hours, in the forbidden corridor of all places too, and why you were covered in blood?" he asked watching the boys intently making them squirm.
The twins shared a look then looked meaningfully at Harry, telling him that they had elected him to speak for them. "It's actually a long story." Harry stalled.
"I'm not in the least bit tired." Albus said with an indulgent smile that made Harry want to curse.
He huffed then started talking. "We had just been let out of detention and we were walking back to Gryffindor Tower when we saw Filch. It was after curfew and we didn't want to get another detention so I took Fred and George down to that statue of Goldtooth the Greedy near the kitchens. That took us to the second floor main staircase and we were on the stairs when the staircase we were on started to move. I lost my balance and hit my face on the marble, that's how I got covered in blood." He rambled hoping that if he told his father the truth they wouldn't get in too much trouble.
"The staircase brought us to the third floor corridor only I didn't recognize it on account of my head throbbing. Anyway nearly as soon as we got there we heard Filch speaking to his half crazed cat so we ran into the nearest room, only there was a giant three headed dog in there that looked like it wanted to eat us. We ran out, right into Filch and he brought us here." Harry said all in one breathe.
Albus looked at his son trying to detect if he was lying but could tell he was being honest. He rested his fingers under his chin and sat in thought for a few minutes before addressing the boys again. "I have a few questions if I may?" he asked but didn't wait for the boys to answer before continuing. "Why were you in detention and who was the teacher who kept you so late?" He was perplexed. When teachers gave students detention they were required to fill out a form saying why the student was given detention and what date or dates they were to be held, it all went into that students school records, but he had received no such message in regards to Harry, Fred, or George.
"We were in detention with Professor Snape." Harry answered. "Though I'm not sure of the official reason, he tells us it's because he knows we're behind the Batman pranks."
Albus's eyebrows rose. He had hoped that Severus wouldn't carry over his hatred for James to his son, but it looked like he had. His mind quickly came to another conclusion after looking at the sagging forms of the three boys and the bags under Fred and Georges eyes. "How often have you been in detention with Professor Snape?"
"Every night since the prank first happened, two weeks ago." Harry answered with a shrug, glad that his dad's attention wasn't solely focused on him any longer.
"Does anyone else know of these detentions?" Albus asked curious as why he had not been told.
"Gryffindor Tower, I guess, but I doubt anyone really pays to much attention to our comings and goings." Harry said, and then smothered a yawn.
"Maybe not ours."
"But definitely your."
"Our little starlet."
"Everyone knows that"
"Snape's had you in detention." Fred and George said much to Albus's amusement at his sons new nick name. It had to be karma for all the trouble he gave others with names. Harry scowled but wisely stayed quiet.
Albus's face became serious again. "I will personally have a talk with Professor Snape. As of right now you are excused from any detentions assigned by him unless you receive word from me. If he comes across proof that you three are behind this series of pranks then he will be able to give you as many detentions as are permitted." He warned them mildly. Fred, George and Harry broke into identically bright smiles at the news. "As for your offense tonight I'm assigning each of you one night's detention with Hagrid next Saturday." Albus said more to satisfy Filch then because the boys broke the rules.
"Speaking of our 'offenses'. " Harry said looking thunderstruck. "Why in the bloody hell is there a hellhound on the third floor?" Harry asked.
Albus gave his son a sharp look. "You weren't raised in the back alleys of Knockturn Alley, do not speak as if you were." He scolded. Harry nodded with blushing cheeks, while the twins bit the insides of their cheeks to stop from laughing. "To answer your question it was your Uncle Nicolas's idea." He said giving Harry a significant look.
"Why would Uncle Nick need… Ohhh." Harry said as the light bulb flashed on.
"Ohhh is right." Albus said imitating his son. "I would appreciate it if none of tonight's happenings went beyond the three of you."
The twins and Harry nodded earnestly. "Can I-?" Harry started but was cut off by his father.
"Yes you may explain the situation but that can wait until tomorrow after you have all had a good sleep." Albus said. He grabbed some parchment from a desk drawer, jotted down two quick notes and signed them with a flourish. "I am excusing you from your morning classes to give you time to catch up on sleep and to finish any pending assignments. I expect to see you at lunch and at your afternoon classes." He said as he handed the boys the notes.
"Wicked." The twins said as one.
"I trust you will be able to find your way back to Gryffindor Tower. "Albus said as he stood up. It was late now. He had got caught up in paper work before Argus had brought the boys in and he hadn't realized that Minerva was probably waiting in bed for him.
"Thank you." Harry said as he stood up and gave his father a hug, he tried to pull away quickly but Albus caught him and lifted him into the air.
"You're not getting to old to give you father a hug are you?" He teased as he watched his sons face turn red and the twin's chuckle appreciatively.
Harry looked at him defiantly. "Of course not dad, but your beard is itchy." He said much to Albus's shock and the twins delight. Harry wriggled out of his father's embrace and quickly stepped out of his father's reach.
"I'm cursed with cheeky son's" Albus muttered his eyes twinkling brightly. "Good night Harry." He said then moved forward and gave Harry as kiss on his forehead. "And good night to you Fred, George." He said with a smile that put the twins at ease.
"Good night dad." Harry said with a smile looking up at his father's tall figure through his bangs reminding Albus of the young boy that would run around their quarters naked to avoid getting dressed. Then when you caught him he would look up at you with those big green eyes and you would forget about telling him that he had just been bad.
"Good night Headmaster." The twins said as one.
Albus opened the door and let each of the boys pass by. He yawned slightly as he closed the door. He hadn't meant to stay up this late and he felt guilty that Minerva was waiting for him. As quickly as he could he organized his paper work and put the important documents under a strong security spell.
He walked through the door behind his bookcase and quickly crossed the drawing room to the hall where the master bedroom was. He rubbed his chin slightly to get rid of the tingly sensation that the vanishing of his beard always gave him. It wasn't uncomfortable but it wasn't something that one got used too.
He entered their bedroom and stood in the doorway a moment. Minerva was lying in the bed wearing only a pair of panties and a tight camisole reading a paperback book. She looked up from her book with lazy eyes and said. "I had thought you had forgotten about me."
"Never." Albus said as he pulled his robe over his head and threw it on the ground. His shoes had long ago been kicked off, they were somewhere in his office, so it was relatively easy for his to strip down naked.
He slipped on a pair of flannel plaid pajama pants and then crawled onto the bed. He moved so that he had one hand on each side of Minerva lithe form and he was hanging over her. "I'm sorry for loosing track of time." He said and each word was punctuated by a soft kiss to her lips. "How may I make it up to you?" he breathed into her ear.
Minerva's hand rose and stroked his cheek lovingly. "All I ask is that tonight you hold me and not let me go."
Albus laid himself down to the right of Minerva and gathered her into his arms. "That is something of a relief. I fear that I'm much too tired to do anything more exerting this evening."
Minerva settled into his arms and faced him with a coy smile. "Has the bureaucracy robbed you of your desire for me?"
"It is not possible to sedate my desire for you, but if there was ever a time when it was diminished it will not be because of so trivial a thing as bureaucracy." Albus said as he nuzzled his wife's neck and brought his hands to her stomach and rested them on the small bump that was slowly forming.
Minerva smiled and laced her fingers with Albus's with one hand and with the other she pulled the thick comforter over the both of them. It was November now and the castle was a bit drafty. "What did delay you from your paper work? I noticed you were nowhere to be found this afternoon when you were supposed to be overlooking the budget report for next terms potions supply."
Albus shifted somewhat uncomfortably. "I was going to explain this to you tomorrow but there is no time like the present. For the past few weeks I have been researching the improvements that muggles have made when it comes to delivering children." Minerva stiffened and turned in Albus's arms so that she could look him in the eye. "They have made amazing improvements and I had thought, hoped that you would come with me this weekend to have a specialist look over you." He said hurriedly.
"Albus!" she said.
"Please for my peace of mind!" Albus said cutting off his wife. "I would like to explore every possible option. And the doctor he's a second generation squib, he knows all about magic and our medical procedures, his son even graduated from Hogwarts three years ago. Please."
Minerva sighed. "Will this stop you from worrying?" she asked.
"No." Albus said bluntly. "But I will not rest easily until both you and all of our children are completely free from danger. You going would make me feel better though."
"I'll go." She said resignedly.
"Thank you." Albus said sleepily."I love you." He whispered into her thick hair. He snuggled down into the comfort of their bed was quickly seduced by sleep.
Minerva lay awake despite her repeated efforts to join her husband in the land of dreams. She too had a bad feeling about this pregnancy. Not that she didn't want to be pregnant because she loved each and every one of her children more than she could ever describe and it was something magical, no pun intended, to have her and Albus's love take the shape of a living breathing little life. That's why she had told Nathan that though she loved Albus more than she could ever describe, she loved her children more. Her children in a way were her and Albus's love.
She was worried of what would happen if she didn't survive child birth. It seemed arrogant to think or say but she knew that if she were to die then Albus would follow her. Then not only would her children be parentless but Hogwarts would be without a Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress. Not to mention what the wizarding world would do without their leader of the light and when Voldemort came back-. She stopped her train of thought she didn't want to think of that.
With a sigh she reached over to her night stand and grabbed the book she had been previously reading. If she wasn't going to get to sleep she may as well do something constructive. She had known she was pregnant for nearly three weeks and she still couldn't think of any good names.
"Fred, pass the eggs." Harry said to his friend as they ate breakfast in the Great Hall. Fred picked up the platter but before he could deliver it the double doors to the Hall slammed open, the sight that greeted them caused Fred to drop the plate with a clatter onto the table.
It was Snape but he was huge, at least fifteen feet tall. He reminded Harry of the mountain troll he'd seen on Halloween. "Potter, Weasley, Detention." Snape said in a deep booming voice.
The next thing Harry knew he was alone running down the halls of Hogwarts with a giant Snape chasing him. "Don't squash me." He called over his shoulder. A shadow fell over him and he looked up just in time to see Snape's giant foot hovering above him. He tried to move but he was too slow. Snape stepped down and he… woke up.
He sat straight up in bed and took a gasp of air. "Sweet Merlin it was a dream." He said to himself. His hair was damp with sweat. That was probably one of the weirdest but scariest dreams he'd ever had.
"Good morning Sleeping beauty." Fred said.
"Sweet dreams?" George supplied. They were sitting on Seamus's and looking at him curiously.
"What time is it?" Harry asked ignoring their question.
"Half past nine." George answered.
Harry groaned and lay back on his bed. "We have permission to sleep in all morning and you two come to my dorm at half past nine. Go back to sleep." He said as he buried his head under his red and gold blanket.
"Not until you tell us who your uncle Nick is."
"And why he would and to have a three headed dog in Hogwarts." The twins said.
Harry groaned and muttered a few select curses before he pushed the blanket back and sat up on his bed. "Is there anyone around that could hear us?" he asked.
"No we checked before we came in."
"And we cast silencing charms on the door."
"Not much but it's the."
"Best we could do." The twins said and Harry discovered that if you close your eyes while they were talking it was kind of like listening to one person.
"That should be fine." Harry said then yawned loudly. "What do you know of my dad's past?" Harry asked.
"He defeated Grindelwald."
"He's the only one you-know-who ever feared."
"He's supposed to be the most powerful wizard since Merlin."
"He likes candy?" the twins said searching for answers. The truth was no one really knew all that much about his father's past. He never told anyone anything and people just assumed things then told other people false things as fact. Harry had once read in a book, claiming to be historically accurate, that his father was one hundred and fifty-seven years old. It had killed his faith in books.
"When my dad got out of Hogwarts he was apprenticed to Nicolas Flamel." Harry said as if that should answer all their questions. The twins stared at him blankly. "Don't you two pay attention in History?" he asked rhetorically making the twins laugh at the absurdity of the question. "Nicolas Flamel was the only known creator of the Philosophers Stone. He and my Aunt Perenelle are over six hundred years old." Harry said bluntly enjoying the expressions of shock on their faces.
"Bloody hell!" they exclaimed as one. "That's old."
"Ancient really."
"But why is the stone here?" George asked curiously.
Harry shrugged. He was wondering that too. "I can only guess that someone is trying to steal it and Uncle Nick thought the threat was serious enough to ask my dad for help." The twins nodded accepting the answer. It really was the only probable theory.
"One of these days you're going to have to introduce us to your family." Fred told Harry seriously.
"I could ask if you could visit this summer, but there's sort of this thing that's happening and I'm not sure how it's going to go." Harry said blotching up his attempt to be sly.
"Smooth Harry." Fred snickered.
"What's going on?" George asked curiously.
"I'm not sure I should tell you?" Harry offered.
Fred rolled his eyes. "We know everything else, why not confide in us."
"It's better than bottling it all up inside." George added with a sage nod.
Harry sighed. The twins were somewhat right. He was going to go insane if he kept everything to himself and they already knew everything else about his family. "My mum's pregnant." Harry said in a low voice.
The twins smiled. "You see we're experts here."
"We have two younger siblings."
Harry didn't even crack a smile. "When my mum had Nathan she nearly died. Her medi-witch told her she couldn't have any more children." Harry said angrily with his arms crossed over his chest.
The twins smiles dropped and they were quiet for a moment. "If anyone can come out on op it'll be your mum."
"She is the most powerful witch of her generation."
"Plus she's Professor McGonagall she's nigh indestructible."
Harry shrugged not really convinced. It didn't matter what he said. He would be worried and scared until he knew she was going to be okay, but he did feel better having said something. He didn't know what he would do without his mum. Fred opened his mouth to say something else but Harry but him off. "I don't really want to talk about it. It's easier if I don't think about it." He said.
"Sure thing Starlet."
"Let's go somewhere fun."
"We still have two and a half hours before lunch."
"Sounds great." Harry said pushing his blanket off his legs and crawling out of bed. "Let's get dressed first though; I'm not sure anyone would appreciate it if we were running around in our pajamas."
"I knew we kept you around for a reason, Harry-kins."
"We need someone with some brains around here." The twins said as they too stood up from where they had been sitting.
"Meet me back here when you're done I have an idea of what we could do." Harry said to the twins sending his trunk a quick glance. There were still a lot of things he had packed that he hadn't put to use yet.
The twins agreed then left Harry alone in his dorm. Harry pulled out a uniform from his trunk and brought it to the bathroom where a nice hot shower was calling his name. He was useless in the mornings without a shower. It was like how his mum was never truly awake until she had her morning cup of tea.
He stood under the steaming hot water and allowed himself to think. It was something he'd had to be careful of recently because whenever he got too lost in thought he would wind up thinking about his mother. And if he thought about her, he would think of the new baby and of course the threat to her health. If it was just the fact that his mother was pregnant he'd be overjoyed. He'd always wanted to be an older brother, so that he could love and teach the new baby things like Nathan had with him. But his mother wasn't just having a baby, she was having a baby that could kill her and he was in no way, shape, or form ready to say goodbye to his mother.
His mother was the sticking charm that held their family together. He couldn't picture his father without his mother, the idea of one without the other seemed wrong and almost a crime against nature. His mum was also the one who was always there for the children. Not that their dad was absent but during the school year he worked really hard and was usually really busy. Their mum was normally always there for any problem big or small. Harry knew that when he or his siblings felt like they needed a hug, they could always go up to their mother and she would hold them for as long as they needed.
When he had found out he had felt so helpless. No matter what he did he couldn't help. No matter what he researched, no matter what he read, no matter what magic he learned, he couldn't help. He could only imagine what his father was feeling, a man who was praised daily for his genius.
He shook his head to clear his mind before he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He quickly died off his naked body and proceeded to go through his normal morning routine. Within ten minutes he was out of the bathroom fully dressed. The twins had yet to arrive so he opened his trunk and took out a few objects of interest that looked like they could spice up their afternoon.
Five minutes later the twins walked in the dorm fully dressed in their somewhat tattered Hogwarts robes. Harry didn't see them enter because the entire top half of his body was submerged in his junk section of his trunk.
"What's this?" Fred asked as he picked up Harry's skate board.
Harry pulled his head from the trunk and turned toward the twins. His dejected mood from earlier completely gone. His face was spit open in a smile as he answered the twins questioning glances. "That is a skateboard. You stand on it and move around, it's wicked. Those are called inline skates, and that is a scooter. They're all muggle things I play with. I had forgotten how much junk I had packed until I looked in here. I figured I could show you some of the more obscure muggle sports today." Harry said his smile never wavier as he pointed to each item.
The twins shared a look then looked to Harry and nodded. "Sounds fun." They said together.
"But won't we get in trouble." George said in a rare show of cautiousness.
Harry's smile got even wider. "I have never read a rule against skate boarding in the halls, have you?" he said almost bursting with glee.
The twins cracked wicked smiles. "Teach us oh wise master."
"Boy wonder on wheels." Fred snickered causing George and Harry to laugh loudly.
"Come on help me carry this stuff. There's a smooth floor down on the fourth floor near the West Tower and it's nearly always deserted." Harry said as he stood up and grabbed a pair of skates. He had two pairs of skates, two skateboards, one scooter, three helmets, and four pairs of knee pads. The twins each grabbed their choice of muggle technology and followed Harry down to the common room.
After ten minutes of shortcuts and twisting stair cases they arrived at a spot Harry had found years earlier. There was nothing special about this particular corridor compared to the rest of the school, except for the fact that the halls were at least twice, possibly three times as wide. Making the hall look more like a small ballroom then a corridor.
There was a staircase that led right into the largest opening of the corridor that to Harry were perfect for grinding down and on all the walls there was stone molding a foot off the ground, again perfect for grinding on. If Harry hadn't known any better he would have thought that the corridor had been altered just so he could skate here. As he thought that it struck him that it could have been. He would have to ask his father about it later.
Harry showed the twins how to lace up their skates, as that was what they had chosen, and gave them a quick lesson on how to put on the safety gear before demonstrating how the skates were used, before grabbing his helmet and strapping it on.
"Are you sure this is how it's supposed to work?" George asked as he wobbled for a few second before falling to the ground on his butt, or he would have if Fred hadn't already fallen. Fortunately for George he landed on his brother soften his landing. Fred didn't appreciate the gesture as much as George.
"Yes." Harry said as he picked up his beloved skateboard, his knee pads securely strapped on. "Just get your balance first then gently push off with each leg. It's really not that hard. I've been doing it since I was six."
George helped his twin up and they helped each other balance. Harry watched for a few more minutes before deeming them okay to continue without his guidance. He set his skateboard down and smoothly stepped on and gave a little push.
Fred and George watched as he easily maneuvered around the room. Their eyes nearly bugged out as he skated towards the wall, they called out thinking he was going to crash only to have their cries of protest die when they saw him jump up and slide roughly against the molding then jump down again all without falling.
"Pretty wicked, right?" Harry asked smiling at their shocked faces. He skated towards them easily bending and twisting so that he was soon zigzagging in between them.
"That was brill, Harry."
"How'd you do that thing, what's it called?"
"That is called a grind and it takes some practice but it's not as hard as it looks." Harry said smiling brightly; it felt good to be doing the things he loved again.
Slowly but steadily the twins got the hang of the inline skates until they were at the point where they were racing down the corridor to see who could make it to the far wall the fastest. It was uncoordinated and half the time they fell before either of them made it but they were laughing and having fun.
"Skating without me. Now that's cold, I think I'll have to go back to my room and cry to console myself." A very familiar voice said from on top of the staircase.
"Nate!" Harry said excitedly. "Your still here? I thought you left yesterday for Italy."
"Nope." Nathan said with a smile, he had his skate board over his shoulder and his knee pads were already on. "Dad offered to teach me what I missing so that I can stay home until spring. He wants me around to help around the house."
Fred and George slowly and awkwardly made their way over. "It's Nathan right?" George asked with a smile.
Nate nodded with a friendly smile. "Fred and George." He greeted them. "Showing them the wonders of what muggles have invented." He said to his little brother.
"Of course. I couldn't let my friends go through life without knowing." Harry said with a crooked grin. "How'd you know we were here?" he asked slightly confused.
"Dad told me." Nathan said simply as if that explained everything. It did or at least it did for Harry.
"How'd the headmaster know what we were doing?" Fred asked looking at his twin perplexed.
Harry and Nathan shrugged simultaneously reminding the twins of themselves. "One of the perks of the job I guess." Nathan said.
"Mystic headmasteric power." Harry said jokingly, making his brother and the twins laugh.
"Are you going to skate or stand there trying to look impressive?" Harry asked Nathan with smirk.
"I don't have to try to look impressive, I just am naturally." Nathan said with a superior look at the people standing below him. Harry laughed then he took one of the extra knee pads and chucked it good naturedly at his brother. "Actually I was going to go for IT. Want to join me? Or are you scared?"
"Scared? I think you're forgetting, I'm not afraid of anything." Harry shot back.
"You're 'going for' what?" George asked not liking the slightly insane look that was shinning identically in the brother's eyes.
Harry turned to them with a grin. "Nothing too dangerous. Just stay there and watch." He said before flipping his board into the air and catching it then running up the stairs with it under his arm.
He came to a halt next to his brother, standing a head shorter than him. "You want first dibs or do I get the honor?" he asked.
Nathan ruffled his brother's hair and pushed him to the side slightly. "I'm going first." He declared. "Fred, George stay clear of the railing and keep an eye out for flying boards." He warned the red heads. Fred and George shared a look and stepped back so that there was a wide berth between them and the foot of the stairs.
Nathan studied the railing of the stair for a minute before hopping on his board and skating back down the hall. Harry stood against the wall with his wand out just in case. He wasn't exactly sure what he could do with it that could help other than levitate Nate to the hospital wing but having it made him feel safer.
"Where's-" Fred start to ask wearily but stopped when he saw Nathan round the corner on his board and head right to the stairs. "Sweet Merlin" he whispered to himself as Nathan drew closer to the flight of stairs. He could only watch in shock as Nathan jumped up with his board so that it was doing the grindy this Harry had shown them earlier.
For a moment it looked as if Nathan would make it down the entire rail but three quarters of the way down his board wobbled and he was thrown off it. He landed hard on the last two stairs then rolled to a stop five feet from Fred and George.
"Ow." Nathan said with a moan of pain. "That is not pleasant."
"You okay Nate." Harry asked as his brother rolled onto his back. Nate grunted in response. The twins looked slightly horrified but amazed at the same time at the crash landing his brother had just had. It didn't really bother Harry too much. He didn't like to see his brother in pain but they were always getting hurt and he had seen much worse collisions than that. Nate would be okay once he caught his breath.
"Roll over. I don't want to hit you when I come down." Harry yelled down. Nate slowly stood up and walked over to stand next to the twins. Harry took a deep breath and slowly skated down the hall around the corner until he was far enough away that he could get a little momentum going before he tried to grind the staircase. He turned sharply. Scraping the back of his board against the hard stone floor, without pausing he pushed off the ground and started skating.
He held his breath as he saw the staircase, he briefly wondered if he was insane but quickly pushed that thought away. If he wasn't focused completely on what he was doing he was going to crash worse than Nate had. He positioned himself so that he was coming in perfectly on the railing and about a foot before he would have collided with the railing he jumped up and landed with the trucks grinding harshly against the ancient stone stairwell.
For a brief moment he thought that he would succeed where his brother had failed but those hopes were dashed when one of his front wheels hit the wall of the castle, halting his board and propelling him forward to the unforgiving floor. 'oh shit' he thought as he braced himself for the impact that he knew
was coming. He hit the ground, hard. It was moments like these when he was grateful he wore a helmet that was charmed for extra cushion because otherwise he would have had a concussion with the way his head bounced on the floor.
He took a few deep breaths and pushed himself up off the floor. He dusted his pants off gingerly as he walked towards the twins. They were staring at him with an array of emotions in their eyes, ranging from horror to respect. "What do you think?" he asked with a grin.
"Personally we think you're insane," George said.
"But it was a wickedly awesome insane." Fred added as grins over took their faces.
Nate laughed before running up the stairs again two at a time. "I'm going to land it this time watch." He called after him merrily.
Minerva sat at her desk with her back perfectly poised as she watched her first year Transfiguration students pour into the room. She sent them a sharp look and they quieted down immediately. She kept her eye out for her son, he was usually one of the first students in the class, but the bell was due to ring in two minutes and he had yet to show up.
When her husband had told her of the late night meeting that had taken place she had been furious at her son for being out of bounds. That is until Albus had told her where her son and his consorts had been before they were in the halls. She was so angry that she had almost preformed accidental magic, something she hadn't done in fourteen years, since she was pregnant with Nathan. That bastard had the audacity to go behind her husband's back and give her son detention for something he couldn't prove he did. It didn't matter that Snape couldn't possible know that he was harassing her son, the hormones coursing through her body made it very difficult for her to think rationally, especially when her children were involved.
The door to the class room opened and Harry stepped in quickly. He looked hastily dressed and his hair was a mess but he had made it before the bell rang. He quietly sat next to Seamus and put his bag under his desk and took out his wand.
"Where've you been, mate?" Seamus asked none too quietly.
"I'll explain later." Harry said out of the corner of his mouth as he took out a quill and a roll of parchment for notes.
"You wouldn't believe what happened this morning." Seamus said excitedly bouncing slightly in his chair. Without waiting for Harry to ask he told him and the rest of the class who were listening what happened this morning. "I was walking over to wake you up because you were almost late for breakfast and before I could even touch your bed there's this ball of fire right in front of me. Nearly scared me to death, for a minute I thought your bed had caught fire, then out of the flames flies this bird with a note in his talon. Bloody thing was the Headmaster's Phoenix telling me that you were excused from morning lessons." Seamus said causing Harry to smile sheepishly. He had wondered why he hadn't been woken up. "Next time warn someone, my heart was nigh in me chest."
"Sure, next time I'll wake you up at two o'clock so that I can tell you not to wake me up in the morning." Harry said with a completely straight face, not even a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"You could try and wake me up but I'll sleep through anything, write a note." Seamus suggested with a friendly smile, well aware of his friends dry sense of humor.
The bell rang and the classroom door shut with a snap. All the students stopped talking and their eyes snapped towards Professor McGonagall who rose swiftly from her chair. "Good afternoon class. Take out parchment and a quill, we shall be taking notes for the first half of today's lesson on mineral to mineral transfiguration." Minerva said in her no nonsense teacher voice.
Harry took detailed notes even though he was sure he would never need to look at this material again. It was all so basic. Yes he knew that transfiguration was easiest when you were trying to transfiguring one thing to something made of the same mineral foundation and yes he knew that transfiguring something really small into something really big would be difficult. It was all common sense.
Instead of really paying any attention to his mother's lesson he paid attention to his mother. Since the school year had started he had learned to look beyond the mask his mother wore and he could see the woman he knew her to be. As he studied her all he could see was an overwhelming tiredness. She looked exhausted. There were bags under her eyes, her robes were slightly wrinkled, and her eyes were drooping in class. She was also snapping at the student s more than usual. Most students didn't think much about it, contributing it to her strictness, but Harry knew that his mother could be cranky when she was tired.
Class time passed by quickly and there was a rush to get out of the class room. "Come on Harry." Seamus said as he nudged Harry's elbow.
"Go on ahead I want to ask Professor McGonagall a question." Harry said to his friend.
"Alright, I'll wait outside." Seamus offered.
"I might be a while. I'll meet you in the common room." Harry said brushing aside his friends offer. He really liked Seamus, but he loved his mother and he wanted to see how she was doing.
"Okay, I'll see you there, if not I'll see you at dinner." Seamus said getting the hint. Seamus left the room with hurried steps as he tried to catch up with the other Gryffindor first years.
Once he was out of the door, Minerva waved her wand and it shut and locked itself. "Hello Harry, come give me a hug." She said in greeting to her son.
Harry stood up and crossed the room to where his mother was leaning against the front of her desk. He hugged her cautiously not really sure if he could hurt the baby, but worried all the same. "I'm not made of glass Harry." His mother said laughingly into his hair. He grinned slightly and squeezed his mother as tightly as he could.
"Hi mum." He said as he looked up at her from their embrace with a big smile.
"Hello Harry." She said easily. She kissed his forehead before ending the hug. "Let's sit in my office." She said. "It's more private."
Harry silently agreed then followed her though a door that leads to her office. This door way was much like the one that led to their private quarters in the headmaster office. You didn't notice anything but when you stepped through the door you were transported up several floors to the office that was in their quarters.
They sat down in straight backed chairs with a majestic looking chess board between them. Automatically Harry moved his pawn to start the game. Whenever they talked they always played chess and they usually drank hot chocolate.
Minerva waved her wand and two mugs appeared on a nearby table. Harry grabbed one and took a slow sip. "It's perfect." He said with a smile.
"Were you expecting anything less?" Minerva as she too took her first move.
Harry frowned slightly. "Are you okay mum?" he asked with naivety lacing his words.
"Of course darling. What made you think I wasn't?" Minerva said watching as her son made his second move, foolishly leaving his rook unguarded.
"You look tired and I've been worried ever since Nate told me about the baby." Harry said fingering a loose thread of his robes nervously.
"I am perfectly okay. Nothing is wrong with me or the baby." She said with more confidence than she felt. She took her turn deliberately avoiding taking her son's rook and leaving him an opening to her knight if he could set up the next few moves correctly.
"That's not what Nate said. He told me that when you had him you nearly died." He said his voice getting progressively lower until he whispered the word 'died'. Minerva as silent. She didn't want to confirm her son's fears but she also knew she couldn't lie to him. "You're not going to die are you, mum?" Harry asked in a shaky voice, not even pretending to pay attention to the game any longer. His attention was solely focused on his mother now.
Minerva opened her mouth to tell him to stop being foolish but the words died in her throat when she met her son's pleading eyes. It would be so easy to lie to her son to put him at ease, but she couldn't she promised herself and her husband that she would never lie to her children.
Harry's heart stopped when he saw his mother hesitate. It was never a good thing when his mother hesitated. Like the time his crup had gone missing in the forest near McGonagall manor and he asked if he could ever see Kenzy again. But this was much more serious than a missing crup, this was his mother's life.
"Your father and I are doing everything in our capacity to make sure that I come through this pregnancy with my heath intact." Minerva said after a moment of thought. Harry's lower lip quivered as he tried to hold back his emotions. Minerva saw her son's expression and felt the sadness and despair roll off him. She motioned for him to come to her and he did so immediately, he didn't even notice that his mother expanded her chair so that it would seat them both comfortably.
He settled on his mother's lap holding her around the middle as tightly as he could. He didn't cry but he did sniffle a few times. "I don't want you to die." He moaned pathetically squeezing his mother even tighter.
"Shh." Minerva hushed him stroking his hair gently. "I'm not going anywhere soon, not if I or anyone else can help it. There's no need for you to worry darling."
"Promise?" Harry asked with his head buried in his mothers robes.
"I promise that I will do everything in my power to always be here for you." Minerva said choosing her words carefully.
It wasn't what Harry wanted but even he realized that it was the most he could ask for. Anything else wouldn't be possible for his mother to promise. "Good." Harry said. He stayed there in his mother's arms squeezing her until his arms got tired but even then he only loosened his grip. It was fifteen minutes later that he realized his mother was humming a lullaby and another five before he realized that there was a small bump on his mother's stomach. He sat up quickly startling his mother. "Is that the… the baby?" He asked as he hesitantly put his hands on her stomach.
Minerva smothered her laughter and smiled. "Yes that's the baby."
Harry kept his hands on her stomach and laid back down on her careful to not lay on his growing younger sibling. "How old is it?" He asked completely fascinated.
"Just over two months old." Minerva answered as she began stroking her sons hair again.
"How long until it's born?" Harry asked curiously.
"Madame Pomphrey said early April." Minerva answered. Happy that her son was taking this so well. She had been worried that Harry would be jealous of having another baby around, Merlin Knew the twins hated Nathan when he was first born.
"I'm going to be the best big brother, like Nate is to me." Harry declared and Minerva had no doubt that he wouldn't be.
"You know I love you Harry, and having another baby won't change that not even for a moment." Minerva said gently.
"I know that." Harry said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and to him it was.
Authors note:
Phew! That's my longest chapter yet, I'm looking forward to my reviews.
Sorry this took so long but as you can see is twice as long as my normal chapters so I think I'm entitled to a little bit of extra time. As for my next chapter I'm hoping to be done soon.
I don't know if you'll care but I figured I'd tell you anyway. I got my first job about five weeks ago. Its torture. My family owns an electrical business down the shore so every weekend I drive up there with my brand spanking new driver's license and work for my uncle. I'm getting eight dollars an hour with unlimited over time. He tells me I can work as little or as much as I like. Needles to say I work nearly continuously then catching up on sleep during school on Monday, I never learn anything in school anyway and someone needs to pay for all the books I buy.
Also on my home front, schools almost out for summer, I have seven more days, five of which are filled with final exams then that's it's. And by it I mean IT. I'm only a junior this year but I said fuck high school, yea it's great that I can catch up on my movies in class, I don't do anything other than watch movies on my iphone (Its been the first season of the Soprano's this week), but I'm bored. So I talked to my guidance councilor and I'm out. I start college this summer on June 30th. All I have to do is take an English and P.E. class because you need four years of each and I'm done with my high school education. I'm very excited. I've had some very eventful weeks.
As always please review and tell me what you think. Ohh and I got an anonymous review asking if I was going to continue this story and my obvious answer is yes. I would go crazy if I didn't continue this fic, I get ideas in my head and if I don't write them down they drive me mad.