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Chapter One Hundred

Gone

Greg sat with his head bowed as the past evening played through his mind again and again. Lifting his head up he looked at the deathly pale witch that lay in the hospital bed. He knew he had come so close to losing her, could still lose her... His heart clenched at the thought and the beast in the cage in his mind snarled.

The door opened and in walked a Healer and his father.

"Greg," the Healer said in a gentle voice.

The Hufflepuff looked up at the Healer, she was his aunt Carol.

"We have run all the tests I know to run and they all come back with the same result. Somehow Miss Porter's magic is… for a lack of a better way to put it… gone. Though how that is possible I have no idea." the Healer said with a very concerned voice.

Greg's eyes widened in surprise and he glanced at his father before saying, "You say her magic was drained? That ahhh… has actually happened before. Though never to this extent."

"You say it's happened before? How?" Greg's aunt Carol asked sceptically.

Greg glanced worriedly at his father, he didn't know if he should tell his aunt about Taylor's use of Dark Magic.

"I think maybe you should tell Carol everything you know. That is the only way she is going to be able to help Taylor." Greg's father Dan said as he nodded to his son. He could tell his sister but he had a feeling that there were things that his son knew that he didn't.

Greg looked at his witch lying in the bed. She was so pale and the magical monitor that was monitoring her vitals beeping softly showing just how slowly his witch's heart was actually beating. He had already cautioned the Healers about giving his witch any type of sedative. Unsure of what he should do he rubbed his hand over his face.

"Greg, what you tell me, I will take into the strictest of confidentiality. I will not tell anyone, but I need to know everything I can in order to help her. As of right now I have no idea even how to start treating her, because I have no idea how someone could be, as you put it, drained of their magical power. To my knowledge it is impossible."

With a heavy sigh Greg told his aunt about the two previous times it had happened and what his witch had told him about it and the spell she had always said went wonky. After a short pause he also told her about Taylor's ability to use Dark Magic and that it was a Dark Magic spell that went wonky.

When he finished his aunt was silent for a few moments before she said, "I can see why you hesitated to tell me. That sort of information about someone could be dangerous. I am going to have to be very careful who I ask…"

"Taylor is not a Dark witch! There is a difference between…" Greg started ready to defend his witch.

"Greg! I did not think she was." Carol frowned at her nephew a little to let him that she did not appreciate him jumping to conclusions. "I know the difference between Dark Magic and the Dark Arts. As an Advanced Healer it is my job to know the different types of magic so I can recognize and treat patients who are injured by them. Though I have to admit this is beyond anything I have ever come across." The Advanced Healer asked a few more questions and then she left, promising she would be back to check on her patient in a while and to let her know immediately if anything changed.

Dan looked at his son and rubbed a tired hand up over his face. Moody had sent him an urgent Patronus at 9:20 telling him that there was a disturbance at the Ministry and that his son was there. He had gone right away and found his son carrying Taylor out of the lifts as aurors held apparent Death Eaters at wand point in the atrium. Moody told him to take the witch to St. Mungo's but to only let those he trusted completely around the witch. He had brought his son and the young witch to his sister who was an Advanced Healer. He had a first cousin who was a Healer as well. He had questioned his son while they waited in the waiting room about what had happened and he was shocked to find out the truth. He was even more shocked when he heard that He Who Must Not Be Named was finally dead. Potter and the witch in the bed had somehow pulled off what had seemed impossible, with his son's and a few other students' help, though he had seen a number of Order of the Phoenix members there as well.

Conjuring up a seat, he sat down beside his son. He knew he would never get him to leave the witch. The fierce look in his son's eyes when he had suggested they go home had caused all other such suggestions to halt on his tongue and remain unspoken.

In his mind Greg could see again the flickering of the blue torches on the black marble and, there by the wall, Potter holding his witch in his arms as he rocked back and forth gently. He didn't remember walking over to them but he did remember reaching out his shaking hand and brushing his finger over his witch's still warm cheek. He had no idea how long he stayed like that just touching her check. It could have been seconds or hours, though he dimly suspected that it was only a minute or two. The first thing he truly became aware of was Moody's gnarled hand on his shoulder shaking it.

**Flashback**

"Hunter, move! Potter, put Miss Porter on the floor!" Moody's voice was gruff and commanding.

"Alastor, can't you leave the poor girl alone! Even now!" Lupin cried in an anguished voice as he stood from where his knees had given out at the sight of his best friends' daughter in her brother's arms. He had seen that scene too many times to not know what it meant.

Moody didn't even bother to look at the older werewolf. His eyes, both of them, were staring too intently at the witch being held by Potter as she lay on the black marble floor. His voice was only slightly less gruff but just as commanding as he said, "Harry, please son. I need to look at Miss Porter properly." For a moment he wasn't sure if the young wizard was going to listen but then slowly he lowered the witch to the floor. Moody could feel his knees' protest as he knelt down by the girl, his magical eye telling him what his other eye refused to believe.

"Harry, tell me what happened to her."

Harry's voice was almost unrecognizable as an agonized cry tore from his throat, "She was… it was an Un-for-giv-able… it was the kill… Oh Merlin! Please no!" Greg doubted that Harry even knew that Ron and Hermione had joined Ginny beside him on the floor as he still knelt beside his sister.

With an uncharacteristic tremble in his hand, Moody reached out and pulled the top of the long black cloak that the witch was wearing down just a little so he could see her neck better. What he saw there shocked the old auror. There on her neck were two necklaces both melted into the skin on her neck. But one, which looked to have been a red stone pendant of some sort, was cracked in two, as well as being burnt deeply into the skin. Below the pendant Moody could tell that the witch's heart was still beating very slowly.

His hand even shook a little harder as he reached up to feel for a pulse in her neck, not believing his magical eye, and as his fingers made contact with the carotid artery he could feel it… a weak, slow pulse.

"Alastor?" Shacklebolt asked as he saw the old auror touch the young witch's neck, something no auror who had just been told that the killing curse had been used on someone would feel the need to do.

Moody looked up at the tall auror who had been teaching at Hogwarts this past year and, as plans already started to form in his mind, said. "Kingsley, Miss Porter is not dead. At least not yet. We need to get her to St. Mongo's now."

There was a collective gasp from both Order members and students in the Revolving Room.

"Alastor… are you sure?" Arthur asked uncertainly.

Over his shock the old auror's voice was brisk once more as he said, "Yes Arthur, I am sure. Just as sure that we need to get her and these kids out of here before anyone starts to ask too many questions. There will be time later to fill the Ministry in on what all has happened here. For right now we still cannot trust anyone." Pulling his wand out, the old Auror conjured his Patronus and, after giving it some quick instructions, continued. "Arthur, I want you to take Potter and the rest of the kids back to the Burrow. Hunter, I just sent for your father. I want you and him to take Miss Porter to St. Mongo's. Your aunt Carol will look after her."

Greg heard but he found it hard to keep up with what Moody was saying as he looked down at his witch's pale face. Could it be true? Could she still be alive?

"I want to go with Taylor!" Harry demanded in a fairly even tone.

"No Potter. You need to go with Arthur. We need to get you out of here. Voldemort might be gone but we still don't know who all his followers are. The Ministry is still dangerous until we have time to sort out any more hidden Death Eaters. Hunter and his father will raise less commotion at St. Mongo's. Miss Porter will be safe there and get the help that she needs." Moody's gravelly voice softened a little as he added, "Harry you need to trust me and do as I ask."

Harry nodded. How could he argue? His sister needed help and he was still reeling from what he had done…

Greg stared up at the auror and when Moody nodded at him he bent forward and picked his witch up off the floor. He cradled her to his chest as he stood, her weight somehow reassuring in his arms. He glanced at Potter and could see the fear and turmoil in his eyes. "I'll look after her Harry."

The Gryffindor nodded slightly and Ginny took hold of his hand. Ron and Hermione stood silently on his other side.

**End Flashback**

Greg rubbed a tired hand over his face. That had been hours ago now. Was it possible that his witch's magic had been drained completely? Why would she try a spell that she knew had gone 'wonky' in the past when she was trying to defeat Voldemort? What happens to a witch if their magic disappears? He had seen the necklaces melted into her skin and wondered if that was from a Dark Magic spell she had used or was it somehow the result of the killing curse. He shuddered at the mere thought. Sighing he looked at his witch's pale face. He still had questions about her and a lot of questions about what had happened in the Department of Mysteries tonight. Though those could wait. He was more worried right now what was going to happen to his witch.

As the night wore on his aunt Carol came in periodically to check on Taylor. Towards morning, Greg noticed that his witch's heart rate was starting to speed up to a more normal rate and his aunt Carol made the comment that his witch's other vitals were also getting stronger.

Greg wasn't sure how long his eyes had been closed but suddenly they snapped open and he sat up in his chair looking carefully around as the werewolf paced restlessly in his mind. Something had woken him up. He glanced at his father sitting slumped in his chair and could hear his even breathing as he slept. Then he looked over at his witch and was surprised to see her looking back at him.

"Taylor!" Greg cried, jumping to his feet so he could see her better. His voice was a little softer as he continued, "Thank Merlin! You have had me worried sick!" Greg heard his father wake up and say that he was going to get Carol, before he hurried out the door. Greg's attention was on the pale witch looking up at him with tired eyes. "How are you feeling?" He asked gently as he reached up and stroked a finger over her cheek.

The door opened and Carol and Dan came in. The Healer had been in her office just across the hall when Dan had come to get her.

"Miss Porter, it is good to see you awake." The Advanced Healer said with a kind smile as she approached the bed.

Greg could see the confusion in his witch's eyes as she glanced around and then looked back at him. Her voice was barely more than a whisper when she asked "Where… am I?"

The Healer beat Greg, as she said in a kind but professional tone. "You are at St. Mongo's. Do you remember what happened to you?"

Taylor was surprised to hear she was at the wizarding hospital. Her mind felt sluggish as she tried to think of what she would have done to land her here instead of the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. She looked around again wondering where her brother was. It was the thought of her brother that brought her memories crashing back to her. Looking back up at the Hufflepuff she asked, "Where is Harry? What happened?"

Greg glanced at his aunt before looking down at his witch again answering, "Harry is at the Weasley's. Don't you remember what happened?"

With an effort Taylor nodded her head, she felt tired and so weak. "Yeah Harry… in the Revolving Room… Voldy is gone."

Carol glanced at her nephew. She had never heard anyone refer to He Who Must Not Be Named in such a way.

With a bit of a grin at his witch's reference to the dark evil wizard he said, "Taylor's references to Him take a little getting used to." Then he sobered and asked, "What happened to you? Aunt Carol said your magic has been drained…"

Taylor nodded her head slightly. Yeah that was what she was feeling, that exhaustion, though much worse this time. Suddenly a fearful thought came to her and she used the adrenaline that shot through her body to force the next words out. Even with the two adults in the room she needed to know for sure. "Greg, do you remember the spell to reveal a Horcrux?" She could see the Hufflepuff's eyes go round as fear leapt into them. She couldn't spare the energy to look to see the reaction of the other two people in the room. "Do you?"

Greg felt the werewolf in his mind snarl at the mere thought of what his witch was hinting at.

"Damn it Hufflepuff!" Taylor cried, even if her voice was far from being as forceful as she'd like.

The Healer watched the exchange curiously. She had never heard of a Horcrux and wondered why it was so important to the witch. It was obvious that it was taking a lot out of her already exhausted body to find out. If her patient didn't settle down in a moment she would be forced to step in.

"Taylor? Please do not mean what I think you mean!" Greg whispered fearfully as his mind began to connect dots that until now had seemed rather confusing.

"Do you remember?"

Swallowing hard the Hufflepuff nodded. He could see the plea in his witch's eyes and he couldn't ignore it; not when it was costing her so much. He could see the exhaustion in her face already. "Yeah, Hermione showed me one day."

"I need you to do it. I need to know!" Taylor could already see the refusal in his eyes. "Please Greg. It's the only way to make certain!"

Greg could feel his hand shaking as he drew out his wand. The werewolf howled in his mind. If he did this and it was positive...

"Please!"

Closing his eyes he steeled himself and with a wave of his wand he performed the spell.

Taylor felt the magic flow through her and then a small whiff of pale smoke floated up away from her to indicate that the spell had found no Horcrux. Completely exhausted, she closed her eyes. It was gone. Her plan had worked.

Greg felt his knees go weak with relief and he put both hands on the bed to support himself. He could see his witch's face relax as she passed into unconsciousness once again. A hand on his arm reminded him that he wasn't alone.

"Maybe you had better tell me what that was all about," the Healer said in an even tone as she waved her wand over the witch to make sure that her patient wasn't in any sort of trouble. She had been about to stop her nephew when Dan had grabbed her arm and shook his head as he watched the two young people intently.

Greg glanced up at his aunt and then at his dad. This wasn't something that he could tell them. Taylor's ability to use Dark Magic, well that had been different. A number of people knew about that, and what he had been able to say about her magic being drained wasn't much and his father already knew most of it. Shaking his head he answered as truthfully as he could without actually telling anything vital. "It was... a curse. She wanted me to make sure that there was no more curse."

The Advanced Healer's eyes narrowed, "I checked Miss Porter thoroughly myself for any curses and I didn't find one nor anything to suggest that she had one. What is a Horcrux?"

Greg's mind was whirling with this new found information. It answered so many questions about her behaviour the last few days. He wondered when she had found out. He was fairly positive that she hadn't known when she had told Harry he was one. The Hufflepuff wondered if Harry knew... He had a feeling his witch hadn't told her brother that. With an effort he answered his aunt. "It's a very obscure curse. You wouldn't see it unless you were looking for it specifically."

It looked like his father and aunt had more questions but after a moment they both nodded. They would let it go at that for now.

Taylor woke up again a couple of hours later and talked to the Healer, answering her questions as truthfully as she could. She felt a little better this time, not quite so exhausted, though she still felt very weak.

Professor McGonagall was there the next time she awoke and Taylor asked about returning to Hogwarts. She knew her brother would be worried. The Hufflepuff had told her about Moody sending Harry to the Burrow along with the others. The Head Mistress said that she would see if it was possible and after a lengthy talk with the Advanced Healer, who only agreed on the condition that she could monitor Taylor's progress through regular reports from Madame Pomfrey, as well be allowed to come to the school to check on her patient once a day. McGonagall had agreed.

It was decided that the best time to return to the school was supper time when most of the students would be in the Great Hall. So lying on a stretcher, Taylor was taken by floo to the Head Mistress' office and floated down through the school to the Hospital Wing. Greg came with her, as well as his father and his aunt Carol. When she was once again laying in one of the beds in the Hospital Wing, the Advanced Healer checked her over thoroughly and then spoke in length with Madame Pomfrey. Moody came and after nodding at her, went over to speak with Greg's father. The Hufflepuff drew up a chair and sat down beside her.

Taylor could feel her eyes growing heavy. She still felt incredibly weak and she tired very easily, usually only staying awake a half hour at a time.

Greg noticed her fighting to stay awake and said softly, "Go to sleep. I'll be here." He reached out and took her hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly.

Unable to fight it any longer, Taylor was asleep in a few minutes.

The Advanced Healer and Madame Pomfrey came over and checked their patient over once more before Carol said, "If there are any changes let me know immediately. Otherwise I shall be by around supper time tomorrow evening." Turning to her nephew she said, "Miss Porter is still very weak. Though she has improved a lot since this morning, make sure you don't let her overdo it. I know she will want to see her friends but you can tell them that at this point she really needs her rest, as do you."

With a blush the Hufflepuff said goodbye to his father and aunt before he returned to his seat beside the sleeping witch.

Harry was sitting in the deserted Gryffindor common room with Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville. It was supper time and the rest of the students were in the Great Hall having supper.

That morning Mrs. Weasley had told them that Taylor was awake and speaking. Harry had felt relief like he had never thought possible. When he had gotten that letter from Hedwig last night he had thought for sure that his sister was... gone. Of course he'd had to go with Kingsley and Moody to talk to the Minister of Magic and give the Minister a full account of what had happened. He'd left out a few details like using an Unforgivable on his sister! He also couldn't explain to the Minister how he had survived the mist from the sealed room. Though when Kingsley showed the Minister Voldemort's scorched and broken wand, the Minister hadn't been as concerned with the little details, as that Voldemort was truly gone.

Moody had asked him a lot of hard questions but Harry had basically stuck with what he told the Minister. Until he could talk to his sister, he didn't have any answers to many of the questions anyway. One burning question was how could she do that to him? How could she think that it was okay for him to kill her! How could she use him like that! Why did she do it?

"Hey Harry! Hey mate!" Ron called as he poked Harry in the ribs with his wand.

Harry glanced up from where he had been staring into the empty fireplace.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked with a worried look at her best friend. She had noticed he hadn't been himself all day. She could blame some of it on his sister being hurt in the Department of Mysteries. She didn't know how Harry would have handled losing his sister by his own wand. It still gave her chills when she thought about what Taylor had done. How could she do that to Harry? And to know that he was her brother... Hermione shook her head. She'd been thinking of it non-stop ever since she had read the letter from Taylor.

Harry glanced up and tried to smile at his friends, but his facial muscles just didn't seem to want to work. "I'm fine... I was just thinking."

Ginny picked up his hand and threaded her fingers through his. It had hurt to see Harry so... withdrawn today. She knew he was thinking about what had happened at the Ministry last night and blaming himself. Ginny had already made up her mind she was going to have a girlfriend to sister talk with her best friend, as soon as said friend was out of the hospital.

Ron shook his head sadly. He knew that most of the wizarding world was celebrating. They had gotten back to the school late that afternoon and the students had welcomed them like heroes. They had been basically mobbed not long after they had come through the gates to the school as throngs of students cheered and fired streamers and bangs from their wands. Of course Harry had wanted to escape from them but he hadn't been able to until he had given them a brief overview of what had happened. Ironically it was Neville and Luna who had stepped forward and, with a thankful nod from Harry, began regaling the crowd with more details allowing the four of them to slip off and hide in the common room. Ron knew Harry hated to be the center of attention like that but that his friend was going to have to get used to it for a while, at least until some of the euphoria wore off and people could go about living their lives once again.

"Harry! Oh Harry!" cried Colin Creevey as he crawled through the portal, his face alight with excitement. "There you are! I've been looking for you! Professor McGonagall thought you'd be at supper but when you weren't she sent me looking for you with a message!"

Harry could have groaned. Why had the Head Mistress picked Colin? Whatever the message was, would probably be all over the school by now! Gritting his teeth at his irritation he asked, a bit crabbily, "What is the message, Colin?"

"Professor McGonagall told me to tell you that Taylor was being moved to the Hospital Wing!" Colin beamed at Harry, his eyes alight with hero worship, even more now than when the wizard had been a first year.

"Taylor's coming here? When?" Harry asked sharply as he sat forward on the sofa.

Colin grinned at Harry for a few seconds as if he were relishing the last little bit of information. "At 5:30."

Harry twisted around in his place to look at the old clock above the message board. It read 5:50.

Harry leapt to his feet and called his thank you, as he raced past the grinning sixth year. Ron, Hermione and Ginny raced after Harry as he rushed down through the castle and only slowed when the doors to the Hospital Wing loomed in sight. The doors were closed when they reached them and they knocked to see if they could get in. Harry paced restlessly as he waited for the school nurse. He needed to see his sister, to assure himself that she really was okay.

When the door finally opened, Madame Pomfrey looked at them with a stern look but after a second it softened just a little and she opened the door. "I suppose it's no good telling you lot that there is no visiting, is there? But I need to caution you that Miss Porter needs to rest and if you are disturbing her from that, then I will put you out! Is that clear?" The four of them nodded their heads.

Harry wasn't sure what he would find when he walked around the curtain. He'd seen his sister in bandages and hurt so many times that this time he was sure that she'd look... an image of someone in intensive care in a muggle hospital came to mind, with wires and tubes running all over the place. What he saw when he rounded the curtain was his sister curled up on her side. He was struck at how little she looked. Her face was very pale against the white bed sheets and her hand was held by the tall Hufflepuff as he stretched out in an over-stuffed chair drawn up by the head of her bed. Sharp blue eyes met his as the werewolf took them all in and put his finger from his other hand to his lips indicating that they should be quiet.

Taylor never knew how long she slept but when she woke up the next time, she yawned and stretched. She could feel the Hufflepuff's hand on hers and she reluctantly pulled it away from him to stretch that arm as well. She had given her glasses to Snape when he drank the Polyjuice Potion and she supposed no one had thought to get them back from him, so she squinted as she looked around after her stretch. Even without glasses she'd recognize the black haired wizard on the other side of her bed.

"Harry!" Taylor said with a huge grin. She would have liked nothing better than to sit up and throw her arms around her brother, but even as happy as she was, she just felt too weak to do more then reach her arm towards him. When he didn't immediately return her greeting she squinted up at him but she couldn't see his facial expression, nor his eyes. His tone of voice though, when he spoke, told her what his face would have looked like.

"Do you have any idea... what you... do you think that... Taylor! You have a lot of explaining to do!" Harry ground out, now that he could see that his sister was alive and well, the anger at what she had done to him came back full force.

Taylor pulled her hand back and sighed. She should have expected him to be angry. She was just so glad to see him and know he was alright that she hadn't thought about how he would feel.

"I know Harry. I am sorry..."

"Sorry just isn't going to cut it this time Taylor! I'm so mad at you right now! I..." Harry`s voice was low but full of fury.

Greg's eyes narrowed and the werewolf growled, as he stood up from his chair. "Potter either you cool it or you leave."

Taylor heard the menace in the Hufflepuff's voice and she looked over at him, not being able to see his eyes she could easily guess that the dangerous look was in them. There would be time for arguing later. She knew she had a lot to answer to her brother for, but right now she just didn't have the energy to fight with him.

"Greg, it's alright. Harry has every right to be pissed off at me." Taylor said as she pushed herself up in the bed until she was sitting. It was hard to have any kind of conversation when you were lying down. Taylor looked at her other friends and smiled at them, though she wasn't sure what their faces showed. Just sitting up was exhausting and she could feel herself quickly nearing her limit. "I am sorry, Harry. I did what I had to do. I know you hate when I do that but... Now Voldemort is gone and he can never come back."

Greg would have loved to say more but he could see how much it cost his witch to even sit up, and even though the beast would have loved to tear into Potter, even verbally, he refrained and kneeling beside his witch, he put his arm around her back and helped her to lie down again.

Taylor felt the exhaustion closing in on her and allowed Greg to keep her from collapsing backwards. Her eyes were so heavy she could barely hold them open. Drawing on the last of her strength she whispered, "I'm sorry, Ha'ry"

Harry watched stunned as his sister allowed the Hufflepuff to lay her down and he had to strain to hear her voice as she whispered and then she was asleep. He looked from his sleeping sister to the Hufflepuff as the tall wizard brushed a finger over her check and then settled back into his over-stuffed chair.

"What? What just happened?" Harry asked, as fear diffused his anger.

Greg glared up at the other wizard before he glanced at the others, who hadn't said a word yet. He knew then that they didn't know. "Maybe if you were willing to listen, instead of flying off your broom handle Taylor could have told you!"

Harry looked from the aggressive set of the Hufflepuff's jaw to his sister again before asking fearfully, "Maybe you had better tell me what is going on."

Ginny caught Harry's hand. She had been willing to let him confront his sister. She was sure that had been what Ron and Hermione had been thinking as well, but now that it was clear that something was seriously wrong with Taylor, she was ready to offer any support she could for her boyfriend, as well as for her friend in the hospital bed.

"Greg please tell us what is wrong. The only thing Mrs. Weasley could tell us this morning was that Taylor had woken up and everything seemed to be fine." Hermione said as she drew her wand and quickly conjured some chairs so that they could all sit down.

With an effort Greg forced the aggressiveness of the beast away. He could tell that something had happened to upset the Gryffindors, and as it seemed they were willing to let Harry have a go at his witch, then it stood to reason that Taylor had pulled some sort of stunt he was unaware of yet. Taking a deep breathe he told them about his day with Taylor and what his aunt Carol had told them.

"Taylor's magic was drained… but that only happened before when she tried to summon a Horcrux," Hermione said concerned as she began to think.

Harry's voice was almost strangled when he managed to whisper, "Taylor's magic is… gone?"

A/N Well what did you think? First of all I want to let you guys know that orginally... back 5 years when I first wrote The Room of Love and Taylor' s Letter... that I had intended on her dying. That she would make the ultimate sacrifice like Lily did and die to save Harry. That was of course BEFORE I read DH and found out Harry was a Horcrux! That also explains WHY this story is called the Curse of the Seventh Horcrux... I never in a million years thought that Harry was a Horcrux as well! (I know silly me!) But as I wrote about Taylor and she evolved even more in my mind... and Greg popped into my head and then just wouldn't go away! Then I began to question that... so I had to come up with a possible way for her to survive. More will be explained in the next 2 chapters I promise! Hopefully you like it so far! :D

Now I need to say a HUGE THANK YOU to you guys who wrote pleading that Taylor wasn't dead! I am sorry I made you wait for so long but... in an evil way it made me happy cause that was what you were supposed to believe! :D I LOVED each and every review! Not only for these chapters but for this whole story! THANK YOU!

Thank you for reading! Thank you for sticking with this story! and Thank you to my wonderful beta barbc who has made this story readable! Until next time, cytpotter.