Chapter Seven: Doubt is the Seed, Fear is the Plant

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Even I, who had faced dementors at their worst, werewolves during violent full-moons, a mountain troll, who had been petrified, gone through Hogwarts blind for five years while keeping up with the Marauders, watched multiple people die during the first war and suffered the Cruciatus curse had to cower slightly in the wake of the glare I was being given by one Professor Severus Snape. In my defense, he looked more livid than usual.

I would have liked nothing more than to be able to shrink down in Hagrid's shadow as I was sure Hermione, Ron and Harry had done. Snape's already pale face was paler in his anger, his fists were clenched and I could tell he was attempting to count in his head to calm his anger. I made a critical mistake in my own stance; I gulped.

He exhaled, long and slow. For some reason, it made me more nervous.

"Tell me, what was one of the few, easy orders you were given to follow if you wished to avoid the Hospital Wing tonight?" He said it calmly and quietly and I felt a need to shiver, but resisted. "Well?"

"Not to go gallivanting all over the castle," I muttered, feeling like a first year caught passing notes more than anything with the answer I had to give.

"So you do have a memory," he replied, still quiet, but much less calm. "Would you care to explain why you did not honor my wishes?"

"I wanted to make sure Hagrid and Buckbeak were alright," I replied, standing up a little straighter as I noticed Snape's glare return to its normal intensity.

"I see," was his stony reply. "Hagrid, would you excuse us?"

"O' course, Professor," Hagrid replied. I watched him walk away and realized that the other three must have hidden under the cloak the first chance they got.

Good, doesn't make sense for all of us to get caught…plus that's three less detentions and 'X' number of house points…

"Come," Snape directed at me, taking a hold of my arm. It wasn't a harsh grip, but firm so I guessed it had to do with supporting me as we made our way down to the dungeons. Whenever he heard my breathing grow too harsh, his grip on my arm grew firmer and we would halt until my side wasn't stinging quite so much.

We reached his quarters and he led me over to the fireplace and I sat down on the couch (gratefully, I'll admit) while he lit the fire. He sat down on what I had identified as his favorite chair and leaned back, tilting his head ever so slightly. I began playing with the end of the sleeve of my cloak, waiting for him to speak first.

"You have something you desire to tell me," he stated at last. I looked up at him with a confused expression. "You would have argued much more passionately if you had not had an ulterior motive," he added. "We can talk of your late night wander afterwards,"

"Alright, that sounds fair enough," I shrugged. "I had my first Divination class today,"

"You're not going to die," he stated dryly.

"What?" I asked, confused at the sudden change in his demeanor.

"You must remember Sibyll Trelawney?"

"Oh, no, I wasn't the one who's gonna die, that's Harry," I said, waving that part away. "No, what concerned me was what she held me after class for,"

"Please tell me you did not receive a detention from her of all people?" Snape began rubbing his temples.

"Would you let me finish?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "No, this could be worse than a detention, at least to me it seems like it. She figured out that I'm also Keena,"

Snape frowned. "She figured it out and you let her know she was correct?"

"She would have been hinting at it all year if I hadn't said anything," I said defensively.

"You haven't informed your friends?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No," I replied shortly.

"Kailey, do not chase away your friends by keeping them out of your life. It is impossible to continue a friendship if one only knows half of a person," he advised, leaning forward in his seat. "I chased away my one friend in that manner, and I can never remedy that mistake. I do not want you to do the same,"

"It isn't that simple," I defended. "It isn't that I'm just two people, it's that I'm two people who know things before they happen. And I didn't stop nearly enough and I let too much more happen," I trailed off, thoughts of what the dementors made me see coming to my mind.

"You mustn't blame yourself for anyone's death," he said quietly.

"It isn't just the death part," I said loudly to keep any quavering out of my voice. "It's the destruction of entire families! It isn't fair! I just let so many people down and I can't fix it now! If my friends knew what I had let happen…if Harry knew I had been there and done nothing to keep his family together…"

"You forget just how stubborn Mr. Potter is," Snape said quietly. "And how stubborn his father was,"

"What does that have to do with anything," I growled, glaring at Snape.

"I mean to say that you are Mr. Potter's friend and I highly doubt he will forget his loyalty to you over night," he folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, saying nothing more.

"I'll tell them, but only when I'm ready," I said finally.

"I ask nothing more," was the reply I received. "Now, as to your punishment,"

"Can't we just skip that part? I'm really not in the mood for it," I groaned. "And Hagrid was bringing me back—he actually yelled at me for going down there in the first place."

"As he should have," Snape said sternly. "No, I will not skip punishments; you need to learn that when I say something I mean it,"

"Trust me, I believe you," I muttered under my breath.

"Do not mutter," he snapped.

"Sorry, sir,"

Snape escorted me back to the Gryffindor common room from the dungeons. The entire walk had been in complete, fuming silence. I climbed through the portrait and looked over at the couches to see all three of my friends perk up in curiosity.

"THREE BLOODY WEEKS WORTH OF DETENTION!" I shouted angrily after the portrait hole had closed. "MERLIN, IT'S AS IF THERE WERE A MURDERER ON THE LOOSE!"

"Well, there kind of is a murderer on the loose," Ron said carefully. I sent him a glare before I slumped down moodily in the empty chair, crossing my arms.

"Kailey, when did you start saying things like 'bloody' and 'Merlin'?" Hermione asked curiously. She caught me completely off guard and I could do nothing more than just stare at her for a moment before I could answer.

"I've pretty much lived here since I was eleven," I shrugged. "I guess I just picked that stuff up," she shrugged in reply and said nothing more of it.

"So, three weeks?" Harry asked, shaking his head. "You know, I reckon he's only going harder on you because you're his daughter," he added thoughtfully.

"You didn't row with him, did you?" Hermione asked.

"Please say you didn't, Potions'll be torture," Ron groaned, leaning back in his seat, covering his face with one hand.

"Sorry, but how would you like to have to spend three weeks being grounded?"

"Grounded?"

"Yes, he's only calling it detention, but it's in his quarters and it starts when classes end and all day on weekends,"

"Ouch," Ron remarked.

"Tell me about it," I muttered.

Because of my being grounded, I was unable to find time to go and talk to Remus. I decided I would just have to talk to him after our first Defense lesson and see what he had to say about my being an alpha to the Hippogriffs. I had grown to dislike having to spend any time in the dungeons at all, seeing as I was there constantly so it should have come as no surprise to me that I wouldn't exactly enjoy my first potions class of the year.

The four of us entered the classroom, taking seats in the middle of the class. Harry took a seat on my left, Hermione on my right, while Ron was on Harry's other side, Neville on Hermione's. The most interesting part of the class that was going to take place was during roll call.

"Kailey Snape,"

"Here," I muttered.

"Excuse me?" Of course he would have to embarrass me…

"Here, sir," I called back a little louder.

"Check that attitude," Snape admonished, beginning to administer his glare, causing Neville to shrink back in his seat and the Slytherins to smirk.

"You're the one who can't seem to hear me correctly," I replied coolly. "Sir," I added hastily.

"Shall we up it to four weeks worth of detentions?" he asked icily.

"No, sir," I said, as politely as possible.

"Very well then," and he continued on with the roll call before giving us our instructions and setting us to work.

I took out my anger on the ingredients that I was preparing. At one point Hermione had to stop me from slicing my caterpillars to point out I was cutting into the table. I repaired it automatically and checked to make certain there was no damage to the deceased caterpillars before continuing to slaughter the already dead ingredient.

Stupid...annoying...bloody...GAH...! Can't even let me explain...! Not just "stupid Gryffindor foolishness"...Doesn't get it...!

SLAM!

"FUCK!" I swore loudly, dropping my knife and clutching my now bleeding hand, careful not to let my blood fall into the cauldron or onto the caterpillars. I turned around to see who had been stupid enough to slam open the door of a potions room only to turn back around and give Snape a pointed look as he made his way over to me. Malfoy had entered the class with his head wrapped up just above the eyes and his arm hanging loosely in a sling.

"Take a seat, Mr. Malfoy," he said as he reached me. He took my hand in his, looking to see that I hadn't let any of the potion to enter the cut. "A trip to the Hospital Wing and five points from Gryffindor for profanity," he said, dismissing me. "You may finish brewing in tonight's detention."

"And I suppose you're going to let Malfoy off for coming in late as well?" I said pointedly. "Not to mention this is the second time I've hurt myself because of him," I added in an undertone only those within a foot of me could hear, judging by how Hermione inhaled and Harry stopped moving.

Snape stood strait up, looking torn between two options. Probably deciding which house to take points from…I'll give him so much shit if it's Gryffindor…

"Five points," he said and I held my breath at his pause. "From Slytherin," he finished.

"But—but—Professor, I've only just--" Malfoy spluttered, his face no longer holding the injured-victim look it had held moments before.

"Lateness is not acceptable, Mr. Malfoy. Either come on time or do not come at all." Snape said shortly. "Now, to the Hospital Wing with you," he addressed to me.

"Yes, Sir," I couldn't keep the smirk off of my face and it burst into a smile once I was out of the classroom.

Madame Pomfrey was beside herself when I entered the ward.

"Told not to do anything foolish and what do you do? Run around the castle at night with a murderer on the loose no less," she fumed.

"You really think he would have it in him to do that?" I asked carefully.

"That war changed people," she answered just as carefully. "The boy I knew, no he couldn't have done such a deed, but with all the evidence pointing against him, I've no choice,"

I opted not to argue the point and let her take a look at my side once she had finished with my hand. She put a simple, quick spell on it and the only proof I had ever been attacked were three long scars that looked as though they had been fading for years.

"There you are, now off you go and I don't want to see you back here for another month at least," she admonished.

"You know I can never stay away that long,"

"You would if you didn't have the sort of friends you have," she retorted.

"Touché," I smiled as I left the ward.

I arrived back at the Potions room just in time for the bell to ring. I opted to wait in the hallway to see if Hermione had grabbed my book bag. I was surprised to see Ron carrying it out, but didn't argue the point and we hurried away from the class room.

"So how did the rest of class go?" I asked, moving my bag back into a normal position.

"About usual," Ron replied. "Neville botched up his potion and Hermione had to help him and we lost points for it because Snape told her not to do anything,"

"Course he did," I said, rolling my eyes. "I'd try to argue it, but considering my current predicament…" Ron shrugged in reply.

"Kailey, what do you know of Sirius Black?" Harry asked, suddenly.

"Depends," I answered. "What do you want to know?"

"Malfoy said something about revenge and how if he were me he'd be out hunting Black down himself," Harry answered. "I was wondering why I'd want to hunt him down. I mean, I know why he's after me, but I thought he was out of the country,"

I shook my head. "As far as I know, he hasn't left England and the whole revenge thing is just ridiculous and hardly ever a good idea, much less so since its Malfoy's advice,"

"So, you're saying I should ignore him? Like we always do?"

"Well, if you have to ask, Harry," I replied with a small smile.

"I suppose, what d'you two think?"

"How often is Kailey wrong?" was Ron's argument.

"Fair enough," Harry nodded. "Hermione?"

We stopped when we realized there was no response.

"Where'd she go off to?" Ron asked, perplexed.

"I dunno," I muttered. I truly didn't, it wasn't as if I knew her schedule off the top of my head. "Oh, there she is, I bet you she dropped something," I said as Hermione hurried up the stairs to catch us.

"Wouldn't've dropped anything if she didn't carry all those books around," Ron was muttering. Hermione looked at him as though about to ask but I beat her to it.

"You know Hermione, Ron; she'll read anything at any opportunity. It makes more sense to just carry it all around instead of having to go back up to the dorm every time she wanted something fresh,"

Harry and Ron swapped the signature we'll-never-understand-girls-as-long-as-we-try look that was so popular among their gender. I settled for giving Hermione a wink to her questioning look.

"How's your hand, Kailey?" Hermione asked as we headed off to the Great Hall.

"Good as new," I replied, flexing it in front of her face before she slapped it away. "Well, it was," I muttered, rubbing the small pink spot.

"Snape was livid that he had to take points from Slytherin," she informed me. "He didn't really show it until after you left, though,"

I shrugged. "I'm just amazed I didn't end up with any more 'detentions'," I added air quotes to emphasize my point.

"Bloody miracle, that is," Ron agreed.

"Hear, hear," I grinned as we entered the Great Hall.

"I can't wait for our first Defense class," Hermione announced once we had all sat down at the table. "It's going to be so interesting, I can just tell,"

"Bet you he's our best teacher in the subject," I volunteered, grabbing a grilled cheese sandwich off of a serving plate. "And I can't wait for the final exam,"

Ron coughed on his drink.

"You already know what's in the test?" Hermione nearly hissed, sounding thoroughly pissed off. "That's cheating!"

"It'd only be cheating if I looked up what was exactly on it instead of simply remembering the jist of it all," I corrected, smiling.

"So you don't remember the questions?" Harry asked.

"Nope, just that it's something to be excited for," I nodded.

"Well, that does us no good," Ron muttered.

"Ron!"

"What? Is it so bad that I want at least one amazing grade ever?"

"You can't go about it that way!"

Harry and I exchanged looks before going back to our lunches while Ron and Hermione continued their argument until the bell rang. We headed off for the Defense room and arrived about the same time as everyone else. Hermione took out her books as did a few others, while Ron and Harry got their quills ready.

"Don't bother," I muttered quietly. They looked up and Harry opened his mouth to ask when the door to the room opened once more.

Remus looked around at everyone and gave a small smile. "You won't need any of that just yet. Please pack it up and take out your wands," the class looked confused so he continued. "This is to be a practical lesson. Don't worry, it's not Cornish Pixies," he added to the displeased looks he received. His last statement, however, earned him some chuckles as we all took out our wands. "Now, if you'd all follow me,"

"I like this," Ron muttered. "A practical lesson and a field trip," I laughed quietly while the other two smiled as we followed Remus out of the room.

Halfway to the staffroom, we ran into Peeves. The poltergeist ignored us for only a moment, as he stuffed some gum into a key hole. Once he realized who was there, however, he straitened himself up and began singing a tune he seemed to have created on his own.

"Loopy, lunar, loony Lupin!" he shouted with zeal. "Loony, lunar, loopy Lupin!"

"I suggest removing that gum, Peeves," Remus said, coolly. To anyone who hadn't known him long, he would have seemed pleasant and undaunted, but I knew better. The word "lunar" seemed to be triggering his main annoyance with the poltergeist.

Peeves only continued to sing, louder and clearer before Lupin cleared his own throat.

"Does anyone have a suggestion of a useful spell? It will be worth extra points," he added, grinning at the class. Several people raised their hands, including myself. "Ms. Snape?"

"The Waddiwasi spell worked for me in first year, sir," I smiled. Remus returned the grin.

"Very good, five points to Gryffindor," he praised before raising his wand. "Waddiwasi,"

The gum shot out of the key hole and Peeves, remembering my first year, attempted to run from the wad of gum, but it caught him and he cursed loudly as he soared away.

"Now, let's continue,"

Minutes later we were all assembled in the staffroom with a noisy cabinet stationed at the far wall. Most of the class was standing a bit away from the cabinet and looking apprehensively at Remus.

"Any ideas as to what could be in that cabinet?" he asked, hands folded behind his back, facing the class of third years. "Any at all?" There were some suggestions but all were met with a shaking of Remus' head.

"A boggart?" I volunteered finally.

"Exactly," Remus said, happily. "This one arrived here yesterday, they enjoy dark, enclosed spaces and this cabinet is just what they enjoy. So, who can tell me what a boggart is?"

Hermione's hand shot up and Remus nodded to her. "They're shape-shifters. They turn into a person's greatest fear, which is why he likes dark spaces. Nobody knows what a boggart looks like in an unaltered form because it turns into whatever that person fears most the moment they see it."

"Brilliant," Remus said. "Now, who can tell me why we have an automatic advantage over this particular one? Harry, how about you?"

"Well, there's a group of us here, so it wouldn't know which of our fears he should turn into. It would confuse him," he only sounded a tad uncertain, but held his own in the end.

"Exactly," Remus grinned. "I've actually seen a boggart make that mistake, trying to turn into two things at once, he turned into a half-eaten giant slug,"

I bit my lips to suppress my laughter. It had been one of the few funny memories during the war. Lexi, Remus, Peter and I had been cleaning out the basement of Potter Manor before it had been attacked. The creature had tried to get somewhere between Peter's worst fear and Lexi's and the end result had been hysterical.

"Now, the spell to repel a boggart is quite simple, but the final thing that will destroy a boggart is laughter." Some of the class raised their eyebrows at this news. "You don't believe me? Can anyone hazard a guess as to why laughter destroys a boggart?"

"Well, it's trying to scare you and if you laugh at it, it isn't exactly scary," Hermione answered after a tense silence.

"Correct, now, the incantation is also simple," Remus said, taking out his wand. "Repeat after me, just don't point your wands at me. Riddikulus!" the class did as it was told and Remus nodded his head, satisfied. "Now, let's give it a go. Everyone call to mind your worst fears."

Dementors, hands down…

"Now everybody find a way to make your fear into something funny,"

A Dementor funny…? Um…yeah…no, not a clown…those are just sketchy…maybe he won't make me do it…? Can't bank on that…oh, but wait…yes, that'll work…

"Alright, concentrate on those thoughts, Neville, I'd like you to go first," he added. "Everyone gather round in a circle, I'll call you forward one at a time, you'll step into the ring with the boggart and face him. Until we get everyone or until he gets too tired. Alright, Neville?"

"Sir, I'm not sure…" Neville mumbled.

"Nonsense," Remus said. "You'll do fine,"

"I don't want to offend…anyone…"

"C'mon, Neville, don't worry about anyone else," I said, and a few others backed me up. Neville looked nervous a moment more than nodded.

"I'm ready," he said, getting into his defensive stance, gripping his wand firmly.

"Alright, then, on the count of three. One, two, three!" Remus opened the cabinet and the one and only Severus Snape stepped out, glaring at everyone and, not to my surprise in the least, nobody laughed.

Neville seemed to freeze up for a moment and forget that it was a boggart. He gulped audibly and squeezed his eyes shut before his whole stance seemed to change. He looked a little angry when he shouted "Riddikulus!" There was a blast of bluish white light and suddenly Snape was wearing an old, fuzzy, olive green dress. He was holding a large, plastic red handbag with wooden handles and a large hat with a stuffed vulture was perched on his head. As soon as people realized what they were seeing, the class burst into loud laughter.

"Excellent, Neville! Now step back," Neville fell back into place in the circle immediately, holding his stomach as he laughed. "Now, Parvati!"

She stepped in front of the confused looking Snape and he snapped into a tall, rotting mummy, bandages falling off to reveal decaying skin and bone, until her shout of "Riddikulus!" caused it to lose its head.

"Seamus!"

The headless mummy disappeared and in its place was a tall woman tinted green with floor-length black hair and bright white eyes. The banshee opened her mouth and began to scream loudly until Seamus silenced her and she became a rabid rat that was forced to chase its own tail at the mercy of Lavender's wand. The rat was soon transfigured into a tall, white vampire who lost his fangs to what might have been the tooth fairy. The toothless vampire turned into a graphic version of Frankenstein's monster that then began to tap-dance. A werewolf came next only to be chained up to a doghouse with a choke collar. From there it turned into a giant snake which writhed on the ground before changing into a bloody eyeball.

"We're almost there! Ron, you next,"

A giant spider advanced on Ron who stalled only a moment before forcing the beast to roller-skate with one leg, the other seven falling off. It fell over and rolled over towards me. I closed my eyes for a moment to gain any determination I might have had lying around in the back of my mind and when I opened them again there was a seven foot tall monster standing in front of me, lowering its hood. I heard the shudders of the rest of the class and the screams began to rage inside my head, but I forced my wand up.

"Riddikulus!"

The dementor's hood zipped up; locking it inside its cloak and it turned bright pink with dark orange polka dots, earning some laughter from the rest of the class. It fell over and landed in front of Harry, but Remus called for its attention and it turned into a silver, full moon which soon disappeared into a deflating balloon. Suddenly Snape was back in the room again and Neville gave the last laugh just as the bell rang. Remus assigned the homework which we all hastily wrote down.

"You guys go on ahead, I'll catch up," I said. "I just want to ask Professor Lupin a quick question," the others nodded and I approached Remus.

"You have a question for me Ms. Snape?" Remus asked sounding a little surprised that anyone would have a question after the first lesson.

"Yes, well, actually I've got a few questions. First is, do you know who I am and if yes, are you furious with me?" I asked, nervously. Remus frowned, but waved his wand to close the door.

"Do I know you?" he repeated. I deflated somewhat. I really hadn't wanted to have to explain it all over again. "Should I know you?"

"Personally, I was sort of hoping that the blue hair would be a dead give-away. Snape is actually trying to figure out how to get rid of it, though, I don't know why. I mean, it was spelled in there so long ago," I blabbered on and on.

"Keena?" Remus whispered.

I smiled weakly. "Hi, Moony,"

"But I thought…I thought you were with…but you're here so…how did he…"

"You thought I actually ran off with Sirius?"

"Well, you let him escape," he accused.

"So you are mad at me?" I groaned.

"I'm a little upset with Keena, yes, but I'm not upset with my third year student, although I don't know what you could possibly need to ask me," he clarified.

"It doesn't have to do with Defense," I said quickly. "In the first Care of Magical Creatures class we did Hippogriffs. I was the first person to go up and bow to one of them, his 

name is Buckbeak. So I bowed and everything but apparently, according to Hagrid at least, Buckbeak responded to me as though I were his alpha and I can't figure out why. Does it have to do with my animagus form?"

Remus thought for a moment, digesting the information. "Well, if I remember correctly, it was going to either be you or me that was alpha of our group because we were the dominant species of our group. You beat me out becoming alpha. The hippogriff probably could sense that you were a dominant creature over him and therefore treated you that way, even though you were in human form."

"But I don't have an animagus form, Keena does. I was there, not her. Do you see what I mean?" I asked, trying to keep my own head straight.

"I do, but have you tried turning into an animagus? You should be able to do it still because your body hasn't changed, just your soul."

"So you're saying I've got two different souls inside of me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's a possibility,"

"Could we ever separate the two souls into two bodies?"

"Probably, but why don't you settle for trying to become an animagus as Kailey first," he suggested before any crazy thoughts could enter my mind.

I willed myself into my animal form and opened my eyes. I looked around for a moment only to realize that I was seeing (and hearing) in my normal wolf-vision. Satisfied, I transfigured back into my human self.

"So I'm still a wolf then,"

"Yes, but you're a black one if you're Kailey when you transform."

"Black with white tips?" I grinned. Remus nodded. "Wicked,"

"So you're animagus name is Whitetip if you're Kailey first?"

"No that's my cat's name,"

"When did you get a cat?" Remus didn't look so happy.

"Day before school," I replied. "I convinced Snape that it would make me more responsible and less lonely during the summer. The lonely part was true at least,"

"Sure," Remus rolled his eyes. "So what did Prongs say when he found out Snape is your father?" Remus asked conversationally.

"That's a very good question, Moony; you were always good at those,"

"Haven't told them yet? Have you told them about Sirius?"

"If I can't tell them who my father is, Moony, what makes you think I talked with them very much at all about Sirius being in Azkaban?" I asked in response.

"They aren't going to be very happy if you haven't contacted them in so long,"

"Well, it's not as if Snape will let me. As far as he knows, James and Lily are gone, and I don't have anyone else that I need to write a letter to," I defended my lost cause.

"Whatever you say, I suppose," Remus shrugged. "Now, what exactly are you going to tell your friends that you stayed behind this long to talk about?"

"He didn't know anything about Keena either?" Harry asked, sounding amazed. "Of all the people I expected her to contact, he was definitely top priority. She even said if I needed to tell her something to go to him."

"Maybe she really is trying to keep Black away from here," Hermione said thoughtfully, leaning back in the leather couch. I had bullied Snape into letting me at least see my friends once during the weekend arguing that I hadn't done anything truly worth getting grounded for and that they had done nothing at all.

"Maybe you should try getting a message to her anyway, Harry," Ron suggested. "That way we'd know whether or not one of them was lying. Lupin may just not have wanted to tell Kailey anything if you didn't already know it,"

"Yeah, he doesn't exactly know me well," I agreed with Ron's idea.

"Alright," Harry said, pulling a blank bit of parchment towards himself. "What should I say?" he asked after a long pause during which he stared at the parchment, holding an inked quill in position.

"Ask her what's really going on. You know she's not on some secret mission," Hermione said.

"She's not likely to just come out and say what's happening, what if the letter got intercepted?" I argued.

"Well, then ask her to please tell you as much as she can without bringing any attention to herself," Hermione amended.

"And if the letter is intercepted on its way to her?" I asked.

"Maybe I'll just write this later," Harry decided, replacing the ink bottle's cover.

I think that's long enough for this one! I hope you all enjoyed it and will come back for chapter 8! Please don't forget to review, either!

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