And so we reach the final chapter of Year Two! I know I say it alot, but as someone who had zero confidence in anything about his life, every time I see people clamouring to read this only minutes after each chapter is uploaded, I can't help but smile at you all being so invested in this story. You make an awkward geek boy very happy!
And an apology of sorts if this chapter seems a little rushed - though maybe not as much as "The rest of the summer term passed in a gaze of blazing sunshine" - I was reading the last couple of chapters of COS last night, and post-chamber literally has the last two pages of the book. AND (I use that alot sorry) I'm rambling in the authors notes again. On with the chapter!
-YDHP-
Avoiding Harry was physically painful for Vlad, but the pain in his chest after hearing "Vlad's not my type, he's a boy" stabbed through him every time he looked at Harry. It had taken Bertrand most of the day to calm Vlad down, staying collected and talking Vlad through it all gently. "He's twelve, like you said, sexuality isn't yet on the radar for most students. They don't have a mating bond making them accept it earlier than usual. You know it means he's your perfect match." Vlad shrugged, clutching his tea laced with a mild calming draught. "And you know that doesn't always mean the other person accepts it. Harry can still absolutely reject me and suffer no ill effects, while I have to feel like there's a gaping hole in my chest every time he does it."
Bertrand sighed, shaking his head and sipping at a goblet of blood. "You refuse to tell him, so you have to learn to deal with this. There are five more years of Hogwarts to go, and that includes dating. You're Harry's best friend, are you going to be able to be there when he comes to you to talk about a girl he likes? This is managable, but you have to be willing to try." Vlad knew he was right, drinking down the pain relief potion to take the edge off and spending the afternoon studying to try and take his mind off things. Unfulfilled mating bonds were managable, but Vlad had to push himself to accept that. The pain was basically a manifestation of crushed hope, he had to find a way to accept Harry wouldn't want him that way, and focus on the lighter aspects of it - being his friend, making him happy.
That wasn't going to be easy. Vampires were, by nature, territorial and possessive. Harry was his, his mate and that wouldn't change for as long as Harry was alive. But he had to try, otherwise he was being a terrible friend, and that wouldn't make things any better - he would just be angry at himself for hurting Harry. So he would struggle through the last couple of months of term, and them take the summer holidays to work out a way to deal with this. Ignoring the dull ache in his chest at the thought of so long away from his mate, Vlad thanked Bertrand and said he wasn't hungry, but that he would head up to the tower. "And what should I say if your friends ask after you? You've been here all day." "Say I was with you and now I'm back in the tower. I'll take it from there."
It was another two days before he could cope being alone with Harry, the pain in his chest still pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Whatever Harry had surmised about Vlad's disappearance and behaviour, he hadn't brought it up. Nor had he been any different with Vlad, so the boy vampire hoped he had gotten away with his minor episode. Exams were the priority now, every class turning to a revision session. Vlad also had one exam none of his peers would be taking - as he turned thirteen before September, his first blood test was in October. Ingrid had been allowed to take hers earlier to work around the school year, but now Vlad had his the Vampire High Council had decided the two could work around them instead.
Head spinning with coffin maintenance facts, dates of vampiric battles and human blood facts, Vlad left Bertrands quarters and started the walk back up to the tower. The hallways were empty by now, even the most troublesome troublemakers falling to the pressures of exams. He had an exemption to curfew for his tutoring sessions, but then Vlad could make himself invisible if he were sneaking around so that didn't hugely matter. Before he met Harry, Vlad had been a big fan of following the rules, being well behaved and not getting in trouble. Now, he didn't get in trouble often, but that was probably because he didn't get caught following Harry into all the rule breaking.
It didn't help that he couldn't say no to Harry's big green eyes, magnified by his glasses when he begged Vlad to pull pranks. Like the week before, when Harry had remembered their stockpile of animal-sound sweets, which they had mixed into the drinks jugs down in the kitchens. That dinnertime had admittedly been hilarious, filling the hall with lions roars, duck quacks and one student surprised even them with an excellent impression of an elephant. The teachers (they had spared the high table) were at a loss, no one house suspiciously clear and even the Weasley twins had appeared surprised when they released identical dog barks. Harry had been near hysterical with laughter, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling happily. That memory was burned in Vlad's mind most of all.
Hearing a sound nearby as he traversed the corridors, Vlad wondered if it was just a teacher or even someone's pet. Unsure if he was just exhausted or not, Vlad pulled out the joy buzzer the Weasley twins had gifted him with, murmuring the spell that made it incapacitating just in case as he looked around. "I'm getting paranoid, I blame Harry." Vlad murmured to himself, seeing nothing in the next hallway. "You will do as you are told, like you were raised!" Brow creasing in confusion, that was Professor Snape's voice, but certainly not the way he would speak, nor would he be this close to the Gryffindor Tower without good reason. Squaring his shoulders, Vlad tried to keep his face neutral and headed towards the voice.
"Oh, hi Draco. Professor." He inclined his head, but already he felt something was off. "Dracula." Snape hadn't called him that outside a classroom for about half of the school year, and the longer Vlad looked, the more... out of place it felt. Turning eyes to Draco, the outward expression was calm but he caught a twitch in his friends hand, thumb pointing downwards. It was a running joke between the boys in their dorm, the subtle way they said they were bored in class that teachers couldn't call them out on. Thinking on his feet, Vlad pulled up a pleasant smile and turned back to 'Snape'. "I just wanted to say professor, thank you for an excellent lesson today." Vlad held out his hand, tipped just so to cover the buzzer on his palm.
"Oh. You're... Welcome I suppose." If there had been a doubt this was an imposter - that covered it, they hadn't even had Potions today. The returned handshake made Vlad's whole arm shake, and the not-Snape crumpled to the floor. "Vlad, what did you do?" Holding up his hand, Vlad indicated the buzzer. Quickly turning it off, he pocketed it. "Christmas gift from the Weasley twins, they are just unconscious. Who is that? Because it certainly isn't your godfather." Draco looked down at whoever it was wearing the face of his 'uncle Severus', then back up at Vlad. "My mother. She must have used Polyjuice potion to pretend, came up to the Tower to get me for a detention I had forgotten. I didn't have one, but it's a way nobody would ever argue with uncle Severus."
Checking they weren't attracting attention, Vlad tilted his head. "Go get him, I'll take them to Bertrand. Try not to get kidnapped again?" Draco glared, grey eyes shards of steel as he nodded and took off running. "One of these days I'm going to get in trouble for stopping trouble, I just know it." Vlad waved his hand, keeping his wand in his free hand just in case and levitating not-Snape to Bertrand's quarters. "What did you forget? Never mind, what did you do to Severus?"
Vlad deposited the unconscious human onto the sofa, reclining on the opposite one and watching the door. Bertrand would have probably started getting more irate, but it was only another minute or two before Draco and actual- Snape came through the door. "Vladimir" see, Snape called him by his name "what have you done to... Me? Draco appeared at my door out of breath saying you were in trouble."
"I'm fine professor. You know Narcissa Malfoy I presume?" He indicated the unconscious person, who's hair was starting to lighten slightly. "How did she even get into Hogwarts?" Yawning, Vlad kept an eye on the strange change-back process happening before his very eyes. "I think that may be my fault."
Three heads turned to Bertrand in confusion. "How?" "The wards in Severus' quarters are designed with me in mind - she only needed permission to enter once to be able to enter freely. As a vampire, I would have needed permission repeatedly to enter my... partners dwelling." "You mean every teachers quarters are an individual dwelling?" Bertrand's mouth twitched, as though he was trying to select the words to answer without outing Vlad as a vampire. "They are warded magically to be as such, yes."
"I was careless, I didn't alter them to prevent her when we suspected her motives were not purely mothers care." Vlad rolled his eyes at both adults, digging through his bag for pepper up before he dozed off. "Stop trying to blame yourselves. What do we do with Mrs Malfoy? Can she be arrested for kidnapping her own son? Or breaking into Hogwarts? Illegal use of Polyjuice? I'm open to ideas." Draco was staring at the changing back human, a rather grotesque halfway stage between Severus Snape's sharp, harsh features and Narcissa Malfoy's elegant, aristocratic appearance. "How did you incapacitate her?" Whistling innocently, Vlad mumbled "joy buzzer" and held it out to Bertrand.
"It's a joke toy, but can be used to knock someone out if needed. Don't worry, it's off now." Bertrand prodded the button, hissing as the mild shock surprised him and Vlad had to bite back a laugh. "Draco? What do you want to do? I fear if we do nothing, she will try again." Draco bit his lip, looking every bit a scared young boy as he surveyed his mother. "I know why she did it, the lawyers said she is only entitled to access to our family's money so long as she's my guardian. When you filed for guardianship of me, that put a stop in her plans."
Vlad hadn't known Snape was filing for actual legal care of Draco, but now he understood. "Can't you... I don't know, agree to give her a house and a percentage of the finances, then get her to leave you alone?" Vlad tried to offer a solution.
"I tried, but she wouldn't take it. Said she's my mother and I would do as she says, after getting my father locked up." Snape turned Draco around, forcing him to stop staring at the floor. "When was this?" "She's... She's been writing to me." The blond pulled some papers out of his robes, holding them out to his godfather. Snape pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply.
"We shall discuss your failure to inform me, as I specifically asked you to do, later. What would you like to do now?" Draco didn't appear any closer to an idea, when his mother started to come around. "Simple. Either she takes the deal Draco has offered her, or we drop her into Dumbledores office and see what the aurors make of her breaking in, attempting to kidnap, illegal use of a controlled potion and threatening her twelve year old son. What do you think Mrs Malfoy? After we got your husband locked up, think you'll escape the same fate?" Having Count Dracula as a father paid off for once, Vlad had mastered the intimidating stare whilst mildly terrified at a young age.
Narcissa Malfoy seemed to realise she was caught, and stuck, as she looked around. "Very well. Release me and I shall agree to these terms." Vlad shook his head. "Oh no, you're not getting away until there's ink on paper and you're out of his life. Gryffindors protect their own." Crossing his arms over his chest, Vlad kept up the glare until he felt flickers of hypnosis try to break through. Now was not the time.
"Draco, I would dispatch an immediate and urgent missive to your legal team. And perhaps inform Professor Dumbledore we will be having visitors in the morning." Snape seemed to pick up on Vlad's train of thought, and this time, Bertrand accompanied Draco - the boy got in trouble far too often alone. Narcissa hadn't yet moved, simply glaring between them as though waiting for something. When Vlad tested turning his head, he caught her hand twitch. "Accio wand!" He may have overpowered it, accidentally disarming his Potions teacher too. "Oops, sorry Professor. Here you go."
The Malfoy woman attempted to curse Vlad with a look by the venom in her eyes, but with Ingrid as his sister, Vlad was immune. "The headmaster accepts we will have visitors, and kindly requests that Vladimir inform him when he decides such things" announced the return of Bertrand and Draco. "I'll apologise in the morning." Another thought occured to Vlad, about Narcissa Malfoy being able to leave the school sooner than Draco could. Hunting out quill and parchment, he scribbled out a note to Professor Snape. "Go, I can handle one unarmed witch alone, never mind with Bertrand as back up." "One day I am going to have a serious talk with you about ordering me around."
Pulling a face at the teacher just to irritate him, Vlad encouraged Draco to go get some sleep. "I've had pepper up, I won't be sleeping for a good few hours. And I need you up and at it tomorrow." The blond cast one more look at his mother, who simply glared angrily back, before nodding and stepping outside with Bertrand. Vlad recognised the sounds of flitting, and Bertrand was back less than a minute later - Narcissa Malfoy hadn't even decided to try and rush Vlad for her wand yet.
"I had to promise Harry you were alive and well, and that he would head everything tomorrow. Malfoy junior knows not to say a word about this until after it's sorted." Feeling a spark of happiness at Harry worrying about him, Vlad dropped onto the sofa and stretched out. "Feel free to take a nap Mrs Malfoy, you aren't going anywhere." "Silence you meddlesome brat!" Shrugging, he pulled out a flask of juice, a textbook and utilised the time he was potion-induced-awake to continue revising. Bertrand would keep an eye on her.
"Why do this? Why not take the offer before? Why let your husband nearly kill your son?" The Malfoy woman scoffed, turning her nose up and away from Vlad as though he hadn't spoken. Noting the tension in her jaw, he waited. "The boy was always too soft, getting sorted into Gryffindor! A Malfoy! The guardianship was the last straw, how dare he think it would be so easy to make off with his inheritance and live happily ever after with no knowledge of how to be a high society member, no acceptance of what's expected of him." Intimately familiar with this brand of parenthood, Vlad shivered inwardly.
"He's a child! He's your son, not some piece of your perfect life story to be moulded into whatever shape you like. His happiness should be your ultimate priority, not a reputation nobody actually cares about. Especially when, from what I gather, the Malfoy reputation is throwing money around, and if that doesn't get their way throwing curses. And following this Voldemort dude." There it was, the trigger from irritation to full blown anger.
"You dare speak the Dark Lord's name, you arrogant little filth?" Holding the icy stare, Vlad nodded. "He's tried to kill Harry three times, me twice. I'm still here. I dare." Inwardly, Vlad was terrified, but he had an endgame here to keep aiming for. Snape returned eventually, offering Vlad a short nod and passing on the headmasters request to escort Mrs Malfoy there - for everyone's safety. "We let her out of that door, she's going to make a run for it." Snape seemed to agree, as the Malfoy woman was quickly wrapped in thick ropes (Bindus - he had to learn that one sometime) and levitated along, growling angrily until Vlad waved a hand to silence her. "Stay here Bertrand, Draco and probably Harry will turn up here in the morning and get scared if we are all gone."
The wait until the morning was nerve wracking to say the least, under Dumbledores unreadable stare and with Narcissa Malfoy drilling holes in his skull with her eyes. Still, eventually, Hagrid led some very official, sharply dressed and very, very confused people in. Bertrand appeared with Draco shortly after, whispering to Vlad that Harry was at breakfast, and expected an explanation very soon. "So, Mrs Malfoy has decided to accept the villa in France, and the agreed upon sum of money?" Narcissa did not look appeased, but went to sign it.
"Wait." Everyone turned back to Draco. "She can take all but two of the properties, and do whatever she pleases with them. Sell, rent, burn to the ground. I just want the castle in Romania, and Malfoy Manor here. Thats got to be almost half the Malfoy assets in total. I want first choice on the items in the Malfoy vaults, but anything still there in say... September, can be transferred to her own vault. Not including money that is. Paintings, jewellery, everything I don't have separated by then is hers. How's that?" His lawyers looked very confused by such a consideration, whispering hotly into Draco's ear. "Of course I have a condition, you cretin." Unsuccessfully hiding a snort in his teacup, Vlad tried to look small and unimposing while keeping eyes on Mrs Malfoy.
"The condition is?" Narcissa asked, quill ready to sign the amended contracts. "You stay away from me, don't fight the guardianship contract and never come near me, my friends or my homes again. You have your money, your homes and your precious reputation. Let me get on with my life." Vlad had never been so proud of Draco as he was now, standing strong and tall against his mother. "Agreed. Make it so." The magical contracts were all amended again, including Narcissa Malfoy being barred from entering Draco's homes without written permission from both Draco and Severus Snape. "I will send the information regarding my new Gringotts Vault to your legal team. Goodbye Draco."
There was a general sense of relief when Narcissa Malfoy (who Vlad returned a wand to very, very reluctantly) left the office, and Dumbledore confirmed she had left school grounds about five minutes later. "That's it? I'm... Free?" "Indeed young Master Malfoy. The contracts are magically binding, even if you were a little too generous. When shall we arrange the Gringotts visits for?" "First week of August. Gives me time to go through everything before school starts back up. Thanks guys, when this is all over I owe you a good bonus." The lawyers bowed and smiled and generally smarmed, but they had served their purpose and Draco looked utterly thrilled as they left.
"Vlad, you were amazing. Thank you so much." Returning the tight, almost Hagrid-level hug to his friend, Vlad grinned. "She's got nothing on my dad. Or even Ingrid in a mildly bad mood. Congratulations, you're a free man. I expect many parties at your new pad this summer." Draco grinned in return, practically bouncing with the weight lifted off him. "You missed breakfast with all these legalities, but I think if you leave now lunch will just be starting. Vladimir, a word?" Now he was going to have to pay up for what he had done, but it was worth it. "Go ahead, tell Harry and everyone we're ok and I'll be down soon."
The three left, teacups and conjured chairs vanishing with them. "Relax Mr Dracula. I am very proud of you today, but I must ask how you convinced the Malfoy matriarch." Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, Vlad shifted from one foot to the other. "I... Told her we wouldn't turn her in for trying to kidnap Draco. It was only about getting her money, so that's what we gave her. Well, Draco gave her. And Professor Snape has already set up warning spells for if Narcissa Malfoy gets within a hundred yards of Malfoy Manors outer walls. Draco is my friend, I wanted him to be safe and happy. I know what it's like to have questionable parents."
After a few more minutes, the headmaster gave Vlad fifty points for nerve and logic or something like that, he was too relieved not to be in trouble to listen properly, and the way Harry's face lit up seeing Vlad appear in the Great Hall was like icing on the cake. "So, what's our next adventure?" Harry quizzed as they shared the story, up in the dormitories later. "Exams. Duh."
Exams were, in Hermione's opinion, an excellent way to see they had learnt plenty over the last year. Right now, Harry disagreed heartily. In his opinion, exams were a way to torture poor students until facts and knowledge slid out of their ears. Vlad looked to be breezing through, but then, he was a geek. Fairly certain he had mixed up the properties of a Mandrake restorative draught and Draught of Living Death in the end of his Potions paper, Harry collapsed on the grass outside Hagrids hut, barely fending Fang off from licking his face.
"Vlad, when my brain falls out through my nose will you promise to put it back?" His friend cringed, encouraging Harry to sit upright for a glass of dandelion juice Hagrid had made. "Uh, sure. I wouldn't let it fall out this afternoon though, you aren't a toad and that's the only brains that belong in a potions practical." Groaning, Harry dropped his head onto his knees. "I hate exams."
"Really? I had no idea. You haven't mentioned it once." "Well, maybe once." "An hour. All week." Fred and George Weasley dropped either side of Vlad, giving him affectionate shoulder shoves and laughing at Harry's pathetically wrung out self. "You faced off You Know Who, you can face off second year exams you spectacled wonder." Unsure which twin that was, Harry hexed them both and brightened watching them fall down with jelly legs. Their wobbly limbs did not stop them trying to grin up at Ingrid, who had clearly sought out her little brother. "Hey sis, how is fourth year exams?" Ingrid sighed dramatically, rolling a Weasley twin out of her way and using Vlad's robes as a barrier between herself and the grass. "Boring as ever. I'm sure I passed with top marks yet again though."
Feeling marginally better for the light hearted enjoyment of watching Ingrid periodically hex Fred and George, who were not deterred in the slightest, Harry did almost hope he had actually passed his Potions practical. After that it was Charms revision, which ended in Seamus taking a trip to the Hospital Wing when he managed to set fire to the thing he was levitating, then hit himself in the face with it in his panic. "Aren't you so glad you're taking Healing next year?" Vlad grinned over his Charms notes, and Harry glared in response. "Oh yeah. Still, I'll be able to patch you up when you trip over in a cave reading ancient runes." Ducking when Vlad flung a cauldron cake at him, Harry went back to his studying.
The Charms practical was when he first noticed it. "Please animate these paper animals. They don't have to be correct to the animal, but bonus points if they are." Harry focused on the snake first, drawn to it as he cast the spell. The origami snake slithered perfectly, but not one of the other animals would animate correctly. They did all animate in some way though, so Harry finished up the levitating practical and got out of there, perplexed. Vlad, being higher in the alphabet had already been and gone, and Harry found him back outside at Hagrids for the afternoon sunshine.
"I uh, had a thing with my magic back in there. I'm not sure it was a thing, and not just stress but I don't know." Vlad cocked his head, trying to understand what Harry was saying. "What was the problem?" When Harry explained his struggle, Vlad made up some origami animals, laying them on top of a couple of his books. "Have a go." The same thing happened again, the paper snake wriggling like it was scales and blood. "Ok. How about if I move the snake away?" Vlad picked up the paper snake, leaving the other animals folded and waiting.
This time, Harry got a few of them right. "Its like with the books, you naturally gravitated towards reptiles and snake stuff. You got a handle on that, we will figure out this." Vlad was careful not to declare Harry was a parselmouth in public, staying calm while Harry wondered what was wrong with his magic all of a sudden. The Transfiguration practical wasn't as tough, mostly because Harry got extra points for the exceptional scaly detail on the wooden box he conjured. Bertrand helped them study for History of Magic, and Harry made an offhand comment the vampire should take up teaching the class for real, so he had something to do with his time other than night time tutoring.
"Ah, but then who would keep an eye on Vlad when he's disappearing into the forest to chat to spiders? Or knocking out other students parents?" Vlad didn't even look slightly ashamed, grinning as he quizzed Harry on goblin wars. It did say something about just how dull Professor Binns was, that their exam was actually more exciting than any History of Magic class ever. "Just Astronomy, and then Defence." Vlad mused to Ingrid, comfortably spread out with their books in Bertrand's quarters. "I really hope that imbecile Lockhart didn't get to set the questions, if I have to answer one more question about his hair I'm going to get arrested for killing a teacher." Harry chuckled, agreeing with Ingrid that the man was a fool.
"If it helps, he's leaving at the end of the school year. I think the Chamber thing made him re-think teaching in such an eventful school where he might have to do something other than talk about Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile awards." The Dracula siblings looked over at Harry, eerily identical expressions as they both raised an eyebrow in question. "What? I overheard it when I got detention for jinxing Crabbe and Goyle." "Even though they hexed you first." They had, but Snape hadn't seen them and couldn't be seen giving preferential treatment to a Gryffindor.
Harry's detention had been preparing Potion ingredients, which wasn't nearly as bad as cleaning cauldrons and the practice had been helpful for his exam. And Snape and Bertrand had both been in the room, conversing casually about the upcoming tests and other changes for the school year. Harry had gotten the distinct feeling there was something he wasn't in on, but couldn't prove it.
Their Astronomy exam was easy, charting star patterns on a chart and being all but encouraged to sleep in the next day, as their final exam wasn't until the day after that. After the final Defence paper was handed in, the second years sighed as one and went out to enjoy a sunlit break while the Hall was turned back into a meal area for dinner. "Second year exams are over! Please don't make us relive the entire paper again Hermione. Or at least only make Vlad do it, I'm too fried." Hermione had kept every exam paper so far, including the ones from the year before - apparently it was a good way to see how a school years learning was summarised. Harry just wanted to lie down and never read another exam question again.
As the end of school term approached, Draco grew more excited about getting to spend the summer in Malfoy Manor without worrying he was going to be punished, or perhaps tortured was the word, by his parents. Harry grew more nervous, what if the Dursleys knew they had been hypnotized into being nice, and now Harry was going to pay for it. Hands shaking as he fastened his trunk, he scoured the owlery in search of Hedwig. When he got back to the dorm, her cage was gone too. Vlad was last to be done, clearing up Phantoms things from every corner of the room, the messy familiar in her carrier napping innocently. So he was the one Harry questioned. "What's going on?" Vlad peered around the room, checking they were alone.
"Do you trust me?" Harry nodded, still no more clued in to his missing owl. "I can't say too much here. Just... Trust me. I have a plan." Harry wavered between demanding information and knowing Vlad meant it when he said Harry wasn't going back to the Dursleys. Shrinking Lily's tank down, Harry deposited the bright green snake into the front pocket of Vlad's backpack - the easiest way to transport her without her poking a scaly head out of his sleeve and scaring everyone. "I'll let you out on the train, ok?" "Yes Master." Lily grumbled, resuming the nap Harry had interuppted.
They left their trunks to be collected, and clambered into the carriages, ignoring the shiver as he caught sight of the Thestrals. Vlad seemed utterly at ease as they got on the train, and once Ingrid had checked in with Vlad that everything was 'set' (Harry had no idea what 'everything' was), she went off in search of her own friends. After the trolley made its rounds, Vlad and Draco buying an obscene amount of sweets, they locked the compartment door and Lily was allowed to roam freely again.
Stomach in knots as he spotted the Dursleys waiting, Harry watched as Vlad, Ingrid and Bertrand headed over to his aunt and uncle. By the time he got there, the conversation was clearly over. Vlad pulled his friend into a hug, whispering "trust me" as he pulled away. "Catch you later Harry." Vlad winked, walking off with his tutor and sister. The Dursleys looked a little shaken, not saying a word as Harry loaded his trunk into the car boot. Feeling something dig into his hip, Harry stuck a hand in his pocket and pulled out a tightly rolled parchment - this was getting to be a habit of Vlad's.
We told them not to say anything, burn this note when you get home and don't bother unpacking. If they act up, just say vampires and they will probably faint with shock.
Trust me?
Vlad.
-YDHP-
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And yes, I am aware most of the exciting stuff happened with Vlad. But there are reasons!