The Author – Hi people! I must say I'm really sorry that this one got so delayied. The semester is reaching it's end and the college is ripping off my neck's flesh! As a consolation, I wrot a really long chapter. I hope you enjoy it, bcause it's a new phase in the series. You will note that there are now three groups of people we must follow, so I decided to try a different kind of writting, more descriiptive and less symbolic. This way, I hope, the pace will move smoothly and very fast, without symbolism bloated shit. I guess I'm doing this is because the last chapter was very demanding and a bit slow. I don't like too heavy stuff, you know! Not that there will not be hard things from now on...no...it's not it. It's that the writting will be easier to follow...and for me to write! : D

I hope you don't mind Im turning this story into a sort of experimental novel. I think it's a good way to change the formula (I hate the same stuff happening every week, like some formula ladden series) and present something very cool every new cxhapter. But don't be afriad, only the style is changing, not the plot (I have everything here in my head! Don't worry, everything is perfectly tied!). So, Enjoy!

Chapter 13 – The Dark Past Comes Back

"What is it?" asks herself Foxy. "A dream...the place where no one should be?"

She looks around and sees clouds and corneous stuff growing from the jealous jelly ground. Powerful birds arrive at her shoulder and almost hew down her wolf ears of mecha blood.

"No birds! I command ye to return to your place of dwelling!" and birds go back to hell.

"Why my own dream goes agaisnt myself?" she asks, and the answers are not long away from her. She will know in a minute.

At the same time Foxy strungles with the shit sprouting from the clouds and raining over her blondish hair, Harry is at the real world, inside the airplane with Carl Johnson, Luna and himself. Harry just is thinking about the predicmanet they are fighting now. It's all too much for only teenagers in a wasteland of unpurity the muggle world is dip itself. They need help from capabel hands...but who?

"Carl..." says Harry Potre to his gangsta friend Carl Josnhton "do you know some good adult with with good graps resolving life or death sittuations?"

"Sorry Harry, I turned seventeen yesterday..." and Carl lowed his head, because no one gave him birthday best wishes.

Harry turned again inside himself, to think about what do.

"Harry!" says Luna.

"WhaT?"

"I wanna pee!"

"Go to the bathroom."

"But...I don't wanna go alone!"

"Fuck!"

Harry stood up to go, but then thought "huh, Carl is her cousin, why he didn't move a leg to apeases her sorrow? Strange...I guess it's nothnig..." and Harry acompained Luna.

At the time Luna went with Harry to bathroom, Carl stood fast and searched inside's Harry bag of holding...and he found...Harry's personal magic condoms! They were made with Hypogriff's skin and lubricated with elves eyeball rheum, just to give peasantry softness. Carl picked the package with the condoms and put inside his pocket. What Carl is up to?

Harry went back, letting Luna puke inside the vase, bacause she is sick.

"What's up with Luna, Carl? She is sick a lot these days..."

"I guess she ate Buffalo's Cojones at Hagrid's restaurant...he is a dirty man."

"Damn Hegrid...he will pay my gamble money back." and Harry picked his ipod to listen some old Bee Gees songs.

Foxy was very struggling against flying poop from the skies, so she run and run...to find rest place. But where? It's all ruins everywhere she look.

"Is my soul so brokened that I cannot find comfort insiude my own veils of justice?" and Foxy's eyes get teary, bacause her infant traumas are emerging to hollow her...and rip off her heart from the only place it must not be touched...the soul of a lonely mecha girl.

Foxy seats on the ground while shit moisten the ground and splashes over her nude body, because in dreams you are forever naked. She looks the skies while puddles of rotten poo clashes with her eye orbs...and she is blind!

"AHHHH!" but only the bullies from Casablanca's induced nightmares can hear her scream, and they hear..and race towars her...to kill her! Foxy! Don't stay there seated while your destiny seeks to meet you! Run!

But Foxy can't hear me...she only stays there, with crying sorrows in the body.

"Oh Lordi...why?" and the small Casablanca's goblins are getting near...they scream for flesh, they want it all.

All the heavens are starting to dissolve, because Foxys life is reaching the end...it's all getting twisty. The poop no more falls, it's spins around ripping the concrete from the ground and spurting thunder balls at Foxy's frail heart of girl wolf. She shakes violently with each thunderstrike and pisses on the ground her most depest depressive feelings. Hope vomit emerge from her throat, to left her without any expectation...she is deserving the death.

"Why! I just want it all finished...I want to leave forever!" and she cries so much that her vocal cords explode in a gory bloodlustful carnage. She pukes blood that floods her own internal happyness, the one she left alone for so long after the discovery of her cursed heritage.

"The curse...it's...it want's me...I must not let it reach me..." stutters Foxy to talk and swim in that giant flux of blood that keeps getting expelled from her mouth. The goblins are getting drownned with so much rage. The reality inside the girl is reaaching the end. The blackness is coming...the blood is almost covering her...she will go drown...the...internal organs are failling...the heart...is...stop...ping.............

But...a Hand! The hand catches her hair, pulls her from the boilling blood, picks her arm...and throws her off the water! The hand is atached to an arm, that belongs to a body, a body that is property of a person...this peson...I don't know who she is...because I'm blind. In Foxy's dream...who is she? Is Foxy saved? I guess...her heart is returning...the bowles are moving...and the brain waves...are alive! This beautiful soul saved Foxy...but who?

As we wait Foxy's recovery, Ginerva is at the back of a limo, with Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy, heading towards Nasa's headquarters. They are at this time at the Death Valey, and it's night of Full moon in the Valley sorrowdings, even thought the heaven is so cloudy no one can see the moon yet.

The Limo driver is an unknown man, whom was contracted by Ginevra when they reached America at a flea dog shop. He is strange.

"Ginny..." proceed to talk Ron, with a griin in the face, because he has free whine and cheese, all paid by Ginny with her money "I didn't knew you were so rich to aford a Limo to cross America from New York to Texas..." and he chew a buublegum made of cheese, because rich man eat cheeses.

"Yeah...I wom a lot of money from a Multinational coporation when I designed some trendy clothes to their new summer clothing line."

"Huh? I thought you where hippie...hippie don't hates 'The Man'?"

"Well, they sell retro new age hippie fashion, so I guess it's fair game."

"Yeah."

And they continued to eat random kins of cheese from a bowl made of sugar that was in the middle of the Limo, because Sugar freightens cheese fungi.

Draco was very happy today, even tohught Foxy was in coma. Ginny gave him an excellent Dog Chow premium line dog snacks. Lucius never treatened him so well beore. He only ate cat food...and only because his mother had a cat and shared the pussy food with him. Bad daddy.

"Draco..." asked Ginnys "are you sad because of Foxy dismissal?"

Draco looked Giinny's face...and cried with teary eyes:

"Oh my God!" uttered the man dog "what an imcompetent hollow casket of a man I'm am! I cannot even protect the one I love with the so hardened heart I acquired for som long time bullying and threatening the otherselves muggliest obssessions! I shall curse my own Pure Witchery bood lineage!" and Draco with so much rageness in the heart punches the Limo's ground with so much power, that he makes a hole to the ground. His hand hits the moving ground under the moving car.

"ARGGHHR!" Cries Draco, because his hand is stuck and the road starts to rip off the flesh from his hand.

"LIMO DRIVER! STOP THE CAR!" cries Ginny trying to pul the Draco hand from the outside. But the limo driver cannot hear...he is seeing the moon, because there is no more cloud...oh no! He is turning into a were wolf! And he is driving the liMo faster, to kill himself from this curse...and everyone that saw his fur coated foul flesh of man wolf!

"Damn Limo Wolf!" cries Ron, who jumps to the front seat and starts a fight with the wolf man. Draco's right hand is still getting destroyed by the friction with the road...blood sprays from the hole he made on the Limo's ground and washes hisself and gGinny's bodies with the pure blood of wizard he possesees. He cries like a man-slaughtering sheep dog with so much pain passing thru his almost cut off hand.

"No! Don't!" cries Ginny. She picks the sugar bowl of cheese and throw at the ground. The bowl crashes and she pick a fragment, and proceds to cut the car's floor to free Dracon's hand.

"Damn wolf!" screams Ron, who is grabbing the steering wheel, trying to not let the limo were wolf driver crash at the canyons at both sides of the road.

"ROAAAARR!" and the wolf man punches Ron's face with much fury. Ron's jaws gets broken!

"Dooommnn!" mutters him with pain in the face, but he revenge hisself, picking his wand and...puncturing the were wolf man's eye with it. Blood flies from the wolf man now hollow right eye socket, and falls on Ron's own eyes.

The wolf man suffered severe brian damage with the pucture, but he gives his last breath...with a bite! And he bites Ron's right arm, rpping off a piece of muscle from it. Ron screams and lose control of the car. The were wolf explodes on Ron's face, washing Ron's body with his foul cursed blood of furry sinner. The car is runnning at will, towards a very tall and enclosed fence...with plaques saying: "Ye who enter here...shall be shoot to dead."

While the car fastly aproaches the fence, Ginny cuts the car's floor with the sugar glass, and frees Draco's right hand! But all the flesh is gone...only bones, muscles and veins are left. But he still moves his hand. Draco cover the slaughtered hand with gorgonzola cheese.

"The cheese must dry up,so I will now have a second hand skin." but cheese takes long to dry, so he covers the cheeses with the sugar that was on the limo's floor. This way, he will protect tthe nerves irrigation endings, and so he will can continue to touch and feel the delicious girlfriend skin of his, Foxy.

Ginny and Ron were too sadned and tired to note that the car was uncontrolabçy moving towards the fence...and it's getting near...Ron passing out body is can only looks the fence getting near...near...and...CRASH! They hit the fence! Immediatley gun turrets start to shoot the car. Ron, still with a small concious on his mind drives the car towards a garage that was inside the fence's perimeter. He avoids most bullets, but tey hit the tires...and...boom! The car chrashes with the garage door, entering there. Ginny flies thru the windshield and fall five feet away from the car.

Ron is unconcius, Draaco hit the car ceilling with his head and passed out. Ginny is almost concious on the ground too...she only have time to look up...her eyes are closing...but...what is this? Strange circular objects? Ginny looks at the the inner walls of the garage, and the last thing she sees before the soldiers arrive is a warning sign:

"You are now inside AREA 51"

The airplane where is Harry, Luna and Carl arrives at the airport at Virginia. It's too dark to go outside, because they are only teenagers, so they will stay the night at the airport bedroom (they stay at a bedroom with three beds). After they prepare themselves to sleep, they give goodnight:

"Goodnight!" and Harry sleeps on his bed. But not Luna and Carl. Luna whispers slowily and with low voiceness:

"Where's the condom Carl?"

"Here." and he gives. Luna checks to see if Harry is really asleep. He is. She picks her wand and do magic:

"Harry Potter the Wizard...Boy of scorn...Shall your eyes of lizard...wake at the morning..." and "Blink!" the magic is did. Harry will wake up only next morning. Luna uclothe Harry, puts the condom on him, picks a vibrating dildo and says to Carl:

"Let's start the phase two!"

Foxy is now at a bed...covered with roses and smells of whale's eau de toilette. She wake slowly her eyes. Her vision returned...ans there is no more shit around. No killing goblins, no pools of blood. Her body is as if nothnig really happened. Was it...a dream within a dream?

Slowly recomposing her muscles, Foxy seats at the beds sheets and shakes her head. It's aching like pooping condors of the west. No...that was not a dream...that was somthing that happenend...but outside of within her. She knows...because all traumas are here, ticklng her soul.

"I was...dying. In my own blood. But someone saved me...but...who?"

"It's elementary my dear Foxylane...the Mecha Wolf Usurper!"

What! Thatvoice...a voice she hasn't heard in a long time ago...no...

"No...this cannot be..." Foxy leaned her eyes towards the door, where the voice was comiung from...she culdn't believe:

"No...you! But I...how?"

The girl moved towards the gaping Foxy. She threw her flowing hair of lime all over the air, spreading the smell of leon all over the room...she stop a few inches from Foxy, picked Foxy's chin with the tip of her fingers and said:

"Yes Foxy... I'm back...I'm Hermione! And now you will give me back my BODY!"

Thirteenth Chapter End