AN/ Yet another chapter hath blossomed forth from the festering quagmire that is my brain! I really cannot wait to get these first few chapters out of the way, so that the entertaining stuff can happen. Thanks to you all for your reviews and opinions, I didn't expect so much feedback so I think i'll have to establish a poll. But I had the thought that the glee characters seem to change partners a lot, so even though Santana/Brittany is destined to happen I think there'll be some Harry/Santana before that. Hartana will be awesome. I also fully anticipate Harry/Mike bromance of epic proportions. But i'll definitely establish a poll for Harry's future beloved.
Harry's reflexes were honed to a state of cat like readiness, which when combined with the fact that he was a notoriously light sleeper, meant that he woke up the instant he heard even the slightest noise. Having shared a dormitory with four other boys, he was used to being abruptly awakened by their feeble attempts at sneaking around. But having an air horn blasted in his ear was an entirely new experience.
Harry awoke with a yelp of shock, as the noise reverberated piercingly through his skull. He bolted upright into a sitting position, so fast that his head swam from the sudden movement. Fortunately any feelings of disorientation were quickly erased, by the bucket of ice water that was deposited on his head. He let loose a girlish shriek, as the freezing liquid drenched his bedding and soaked his otherwise naked body.
''Oh good, you're awake.'' Sue observed, still holding a bucket in one hand and horn in the other.
Harry sputtered in outrage, as shivers racked his form.
''You realise that an alarm clock is more traditional?'' He asked his aunt, through chattering teeth.
''Yes but this way i'm at no risk of being exposed to any morning erections, that your perverse gender is so well known for.'' Sue explained uncaringly.
''Then what was the air horn for?'' He demanded.
Sue looked at him as though he were being a very special kind of stupid. If he was then it was hardly his fault after that little awakening.
''I wasn't about to throw ice cold water on you while you were still asleep. What am I insensitive?''
Harry wisely chose not to answer that question, and instead elected to take revenge at a later date. Vengeance was a dish best served at glacial temperatures after all. Much like the water dripping off of him.
Following his aunt's method of making sure he was adjusted to the time difference between Ohio and London, it was decided that they would enjoy some scalding hot caffeine. Sue Sylvester enjoyed her enemas at boiling temperature and Harry was just a bit of a masochist.
They were currently awaiting the arrival of the third member of their elite task force, so that they could commence with preparations for the plan. Their associate was one of the foremost intellectual minds, in the field of quantum evil mechanics. Any assistance that they could provide Harry in his venture, would be invaluable. It was precisely seventeen minutes later, during which time Sue had taken to throwing his cutlery at a particularly bothersome fly, when the doorbell rang. Harry instantly perked up.
''I'm coming!'' He trilled, practically skipping towards his front door.
Grabbing the handle, he eagerly wrenched it open to face the person waiting on the other side. Standing on the threshold was a man. He cut an imposing figure of at least six foot seven, with hard bulging muscles. He was classically handsome, with short ashy blonde hair, a pair of bright blue eyes and a pearly white grin which would make lesser individuals dramatically swoon. All in all he was quite a treat for the eyes, but of absolutely no interest for Harry, who was far more focussed on the cage that the man was carrying.
''Hedwig! How was your flight? Did airport security give you any trouble?''
The courier had transported some strange things in his line of work, but when he'd been asked to escort a snowy owl to the middle of nowhere in Ohio, he'd thought it was one of the weirdest to date. However watching a teenage boy enthusiastically conversing with the bird, and actually getting hoots in the form of responses, was just plain creepy.
''Um, excuse me but could you sign for this? It's just that I have to be getting back for my next delivery...'' The man trailed off when the boy looked up at him, apparently registering his presence for the first time.
''Aww Hedwig, you brought me breakfast!'' He chirped excitedly.
Before the delivery man could process that disturbing statement, he was abruptly seized by the front of his shirt and dragged into the apartment. Seeing a woman randomly throwing cutlery with ninja like precision, whilst screaming insults at thin air, was almost as disturbing as the fact that a boy considerably smaller than him was able to manhandle him so easily.
''Aunt Sue, why don't you and Hedwig go and harass some pre-school children. I'll come and see you when i'm done.'' The teenager advised, before handing the owl's cage off to the crazy lady. The woman shot them both a distasteful look, prompting him to realise that he recognized her from T.V.
''You disgust me.'' She bluntly informed them, eyeing them with disdain. ''Try and delay the satisfaction of your depraved lusts, for when you don't have an appointment.''
Harry stared at her, his lack of comprehension clear on his face.
''So...your saying that I have to put it back where it came from?'' He asked her, sounding thoroughly disappointed. The nameless delivery slave apparently took exception to that remark and promptly demonstrated his indignation.
''Who are you calling an it? You people are crazy!'' He declared, prizing himself from Harry's clutches and running for the exit. He would later realize that he'd failed to get the package signed for, but at that moment saving himself from being molested and eaten seemed far more important.
''Hey, get back here!'' Harry demanded. As the man slammed the front door behind him, with the sound of his footsteps getting further away, the dark haired boy pouted. ''Great, now I have to go catch another one.''
Sue responded to the glare her nephew gave her by flipping him the bird.
''Feel free to choose something from my selection of cheerleading drones.'' She offered. Whilst she may know how to handle her cousin when he was irritated, the inbred masses of William McKinley would be lambs to the slaughter, so it was best to pacify him now.
Harry cocked his head in careful consideration of her proposal.
''Very well, I suppose if I can't have a hunky delivery guy then a cheerleading skank is an acceptable substitute.'' The teenager reluctantly agreed.
''Outstanding.'' Sue approved. ''Before we head over to that termite mound, which somehow passes for a school, we need to stop by my house. There's a woodpecker that's been mocking me, so I need Hedwig to give it a bird style beat down in the name of Sue Sylvester.''
The owl in question hooted and perked up in malicious excitement, clearly pleased at the prospect of bird on bird violence. And with that bizarre statement, the tracksuit clad woman set the animal on her shoulder and stormed out of the door. As they departed, the owl turned it's head a full one hundred and eighty degrees and fixed him with a spine chilling glare. Which clearly warned him that if he wasn't dressed and ready to go by the time they returned, that there would be consequences.
Harry had learned over the years that it was generally a bad idea to ignore the wishes of his feathered accomplice, and so he retreated to his room to find something suitable to wear for the day.
A half an hour later, when Sue and Hedwig finally chose to return to the apartment, they were reasonably sure that they had evaded their pursuers. But just in case, Sue elected to contact one of her previously established alibis in order to corroborate her story. One never knew when they could expect a police interrogation, and even if most of the towns law enforcement was under her sway it was still best to play it safe.
Sue stormed down the hallway, kicked the apartment door open and swept regally into the room. She found her nephew already awaiting her arrival, impeccably dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a long sleeve emerald t-shirt. He was looking far more chipper and ready to face the day.
''I thought that I'd have to come and find you both.'' Harry noted, eyeing them curiously.
Sue shrugged unrepentantly, Hedwig merely hooted.
''We triggered the alarm at the Mayor's mansion.'' She stated, as if that explained it all. Which it kind of did. Hedwig could only take on so many Rottweiler's at once, after all even she had her limits when it came to canine slaughter.
''So what's the plan for this morning?'' Harry inquired.
''That depends on whether you're done wetting your bed, and making your latest attempt at humping your way through western civilization.'' Sue sneered.
''I didn't wet my bed.'' Harry protested indignantly. ''You're just jealous that an ice bath has no effect on the powers of my libido.''
His aunt ignored that comment, partly due to the gag worthy images it conjured to her mind, but also due to the fact that she had purged any oestrogen from her body years ago.
''I'll be escorting you to Figgins, the person that only holds his position as school administrator due to my own magnanimous nature. Feel free to harass and manipulate him to your hearts content...or to the content of whatever you have in place of where your heart should be.'' Sue told him briskly.
''Also henceforth, when in private, we shall be known as the Legion of Doom. You shall refer to me as General Zodd. Hedwig has taken the title of the Winged Avenger. Your codename stands currently as that of Mr Malicious. Any desire to change your codename must be addressed by first filling out the proper forms. Questions? Comments?''
Harry had none, so he simply snapped off a half hearted salute and followed the cheerleading coach as she marched out of the building, with Hedwig now perched on his shoulder.
The drive to William McKinley High was a reasonably short one, but it gave him the opportunity to enjoy his shiny new Ferrari California. He was more than man enough to admit that just the sight of the vehicle got him hard. He also made a mental note, to find someone to help test out the back seat as soon as reasonably possible.
Following his aunt in her vintage Le Car, and studiously ignoring her running a cyclist off the road, Harry quickly deduced that Lima Ohio probably didn't contain much of interest to him. Which meant that he would just have to entertain himself by causing misery amongst the populace. When they pulled up to the school Sue peeled off towards her faculty parking spot, knocking several children to the ground in the process, and Harry was left to find his own way. Locating the principals office surely couldn't be that hard for someone as resourceful as himself.
Climbing out of his Ferrari he attracted a few mildly curious stares, but was otherwise ignored by the student body as they chatted with friends and prepared for their first classes of the day. He strode briskly towards the front doors, whipping out his i-phone as he went and firing off a text to Luna.
Luna Lovegood was his long time friend and co-conspirator, although according to some people she was actually the physical embodiment of his conscience. Hermione maintained the theory that behind every great evil, there was a sweet tempered blonde that was slightly gone in the head. Harry wasn't sure if that was accurate, but Luna certainly helped curb his more vindictive impulses. She was a year younger than Harry himself, and thus in her final year at Hogwarts. Although he was certain that the mere memory of his wrath would be enough to prevent anyone from harassing his eccentric friend, he still wanted regular updates to make sure no one gave her any trouble.
As he walked, with his attention glued to his phone, he failed to notice the two girls in the periphery of his vision. Nor did he notice the two boys in letterman jackets approaching them with beverage cups. Harry had carefully considered how best to make a good impression on the glee club, so that they would ask him to join. Little did he know that his innate knack for vengeance and legendary temper, was about to work in his favour. As the pair of jocks cruelly emptied their drinks, directly in the faces of the young ladies, a single dollop of red ice flew across the distance and landed with a splat, right on the tip of Harry's shoe.
Harry froze. Slowly taking his eyes off of his text, he stared blankly at the small splatter of red on the the tip of his boot. This. Would. Not. Stand.
It had been the usual morning routine for Mercedes and Tina, as they met up by there lockers to discuss the latest fiasco to befall glee club. Their current topic of conversation, was the loss of Kurt to their competition the Dalton Academy Warblers. They were so involved in their discussion that they failed to notice the approaching forms of Karofsky and Azimio, nor did they see the slushies that they were holding. They certainly felt it though, when the familiar feel of frozen syrup doused them in the face.
The girls released twin shrieks of outrage at the sudden attack, prompting the resident bullies to chortle at their misfortune. Karofsky was cut off in mid chuckle, when a hand wrapped around the back of his neck in a vice like grip. Before he could shrug free, or even summon a sound of protest, he was violently slammed face first into the nearby lockers. His head hit hard enough to dent the metal, making his vision swim. He didn't get the chance to regain his bearings, as his collar was seized and he was carelessly thrown to the ground. A series of yelps, told him that Azimio was receiving similar treatment. Karofsky was just about to surge to his feet, when the hard sole of a leather boot slammed down on his balls. The burly jock squealed in pain, his voice going embarrassingly high in the process.
''I'm sure that in the course of your daily sniffing for truffles, that you generally go around thinking that you can do as you like. However if i'm going to be attending this dung pile of an educational institution, then we're going to have a problem.''
At the sound of the crisp English accent, Karofsky looked up into the face of his attacker. He'd expected it to be one of the jocks from the glee club, coming to the rescue. But the person he was confronted with was completely unfamiliar. He was of average height, maybe a little shorter, but that was the only thing average about him. His body, visible through his form fitting clothing, was all hard defined muscle suited to a swimmer or a gymnast. Short, artfully messy dark hair framed his head, with the fringe cascading over his forehead. His skin was lightly tanned and completely flawless, suiting his handsome face perfectly. The guy looked like a catwalk model.
David felt the familiar unwanted feeling of lust, followed swiftly by a denial fuelled rage. The instant that he made contact with a pair of blazing emerald eyes, the boot on his crotch pressed down, prompting a groan of pain. The mystery boy leaned forward and gripped the front of his letterman jacket, inadvertently increasing the pressure his foot was putting on his victim's testes.
''I'm going to let you and your girlfriend off easy, this time.'' He informed the jock, whilst throwing a look of contempt towards a groaning Azimio. ''But if you ever do that again. I. Will. Break. You.'' Karofsky whimpered, as with each word spoken the boy trod down even harder, sending pulses of agony through his gonads.
''Are we clear?'' Harry asked sweetly.
''Yes! We're clear, just get the fuck off of me you crazy asshole!'' Karofsky quickly agreed, through gritted teeth. His reward for his potty mouth, was the boot being removed from his reproductive organs and slammed aggressively into his ribs. The force of the kick doubled him over, making the bile rise in his throat. Before walking away the mystery student wiped the tip of his boot on Azimio's sleeve, leaving a small smear of red in it's wake.
Karofsky silently vowed to get the guy back for this...after he got some ice on his balls.
As he swept away from the prostrate forms of Hogzilla and Mighty Joe Young, Harry felt immensely satisfied at gaining vengeance for his favourite leather boots. Granted the syrup wouldn't have damaged the footwear, but it was the principal of the thing. According to Wikipedia, you had to display dominance when training a dog, and logically the same thing applied to bullies with more body fat than sense.
''Hey! Hold up a sec!''
At the sound of the voice, Harry assumed that one of the many bystanders to his most recent display of superiority had taken issue with his actions. He turned to face the caller, an expression of complete disinterest on his face. His eyebrow rose in interest however, when he realised that the two girls had been among the dossiers he had compiled on the glee club. Mercedes Jones and Tina Cohen-Chang. Both had excellent voices. Well Tina's was excellent, Mercedes was exceptional. If the girl put half the preparation and practice into her performances that Rachel Berry seemed to, then there would be few who could equal her. She could potentially be better than Daphne Greengrass in the vocals department with a little more effort. Her dancing and overall physical fitness would require some work however. In contrast Tina was one of the better dancers in the club, with formal training in tap dancing. He was positive that with the correct regimen he could do wonders with the Asian girl.
''Is there something that I can do for you ladies?'' Harry inquired, smiling at the pair charmingly.
They grinned back at him with surprising enthusiasm, for someone they hadn't even been formally introduced to yet.
''We just wanted to thank you...ya know, for what you did?'' Chang told him, looking at him expectantly.
Harry was momentarily at a loss as to what the girl was talking about. He assumed that it had something to do with what had just transpired. Belatedly, he realised that both young women were covered in sticky red syrup. This prompted him to see the entire confrontation, and his words, from their perspective. They'd assumed that he was coming to their defence and warning those two overfed swine to leave them alone. The belief was ofcourse an erroneous one, but Harry was perfectly willing to play along.
''Oh, it was nothing really.'' Harry assured them, whilst shyly avoiding eye contact.
''Nothing? White boy, that was a world class beat down.'' Mercedes refuted.
''Yeah, most people wouldn't have bothered. Especially for someone they don't know.'' Tina quickly agreed.
Harry looked at them in disbelief.
''Who on earth would leave two such fine ladies, such as yourselves, to the mercy of those slobbering baboons?'' He demanded, feigning his outrage on their behalf.
With the look they gave each other, combined with the dramatic sighs, he knew that he had them hook line and sinker. They grinned at him, with their smiles widening further as he stepped between them and offered them each an arm. Catching on immediately, they both happily linked their arms through his.
''Harry James Potter at your service.'' He introduced himself.
''Now, why don't we get you two cleaned up?'' Harry asked them. ''And then I insist that you let me buy you coffee as a thank you for my timely rescue.''
Mercedes looked at him in amusement.
''If we're thanking you, shouldn't we be buying the coffee?'' She pointed out.
''Certainly not! What kind of a gentlemen would I be if I invited you for coffee and didn't pay for it?'' He protested.
Tina giggled, clearly delighted by his exclamation.
''Well when you put it that way, I suppose we could skip first period. Helping a new student seems like a good excuse.'' She said, a cheeky smile curling at the corners of her lips.
Harry was pleasantly surprised by their willingness to blow off their classes, but he didn't complain as it gave him an opening to wheedle his way even further into their good graces. The cackle of triumph that bubbled up in his throat was quickly forced down, lest he freak them out. As they set off arm in arm, he conveniently ignored the fact that the principal was waiting for him in his office.
Noah Puckerman was facing a dilemma. This time though he didn't even do anything wrong! The douche bags on the football team had decided that after his little speech, to get them to join glee, that they'd shove him into a porta potty. He'd been stuck in that crap hole for almost a day, when he'd been rescued by that Zizes chick. After a failed attempt to get her to join New Directions, as he'd been unable to find her chocolate eggs, he'd been forced to consider the fact that anyone in the school that was willing to join glee club was already a member.
The only other option available was to threaten or blackmail someone into joining. Unfortunately he still had to be on his best behaviour or he could end up back in juvie, which was something he really wanted to avoid. He had been considering trying to enlist the help of Santana, even though he wanted to prove to Mr Schue that he could do this on his own. If his favourite teacher thought that he could handle it, then Puck wasn't about to let him down. If he could just find one kid willing to join, then he'd be happy. If they could sing then that would just be a bonus.
At that moment someone crossed the intersection of hallways in front of him, singing along to the ipod hooked into their ears. Puck froze at the sound. Maroon 5's Harder to Breathe, echoing through the hallway in a flawless tenor. The guy was good. Really, really good. He was even better than Wheels, who in his opinion was the best male singer in glee. The widely feared badass glanced at the ceiling, offering a silent thank you to his Jewish god, before running after the other boy.
When he finally caught up with him he was just entering the principals office. Puck followed him, planning to wait outside until he was done, so he could force the guy into joining New Directions. His jaw dropped though when instead of opening the door or even knocking, the dark haired boy violently kicked it open, slamming it against the wall with a crash.
''I'm here mortals, let the meeting commence.'' Harry sneered, removing his headphones and glancing around at the people in the room.
The apparent principal was seated behind his desk, staring at Harry as though he'd never seen anything like him before. It was probably because he was British, for some reason these damn Americans seemed obsessed with that fact. Sat across from him was a...woman? Man? Pre-op transsexual? According to the lettering on their shirt they went by the name Coach Beiste, which didn't narrow things down, so Harry decided to just refer to them using unisex titles until he could determine the persons gender.
Next to the...Coach, was a man in his early thirties. He was fairly handsome, even if he did have a somewhat obvious butt chin he still made it work. There was however one unacceptable detail, that could not go unmocked.
Harry pointed, waving his finger back and forth at the man's hair.
''What is this? I don't really get it. Because it looks like an attempt at a new form of glue based fly trap.'' The teenager observed, eyeing the man's hair style with fascinated disgust.
William Schuester blinked incredulously. But before he could remark at the sudden and rude interruption, the boy turned to Figgins and slapped a file on the desk in front of him.
''My transcripts, for your perusal. Please note that any and all criminal charges listed within have never been proven as fact, and that all the witness reports are purely circumstantial evidence.'' Without further comment the boy breezed from the room, leaving silence among the faculty members in his wake.
''Did that just happen? You both saw that too right?'' Shannon wondered.
Will didn't answer her, he was too busy wondering who that student's behaviour reminded him of, because he was fairly sure that something was about to happen and that he wouldn't like it.
''Is there really something wrong with my hair?'' He whined.
Figgins ignored the man and instead pulled the file towards him, reading the name on the cover. That was Harry Potter? The new student that was due in his office over three hours ago for an introductory meeting? If that brief interaction was any indication, then he had a feeling that the boy would be joining Santana Lopez on that short list of students that were never under any circumstances to be sent to his office. Some people needed to be kept as far away as possible. If he could figure out a way to keep Sue out, then he would have done so long ago.
Puck was more than a little stunned at the performance he'd just witnessed. As the other boy swept passed him, he snapped out of his reverie and stepped up next to him so that they were walking alongside one another.
''Hey, that was pretty badass.'' Puck complimented. And he genuinely meant it, there were few people who had the attitude to get away with that kind of behaviour scot free.
''Thank you strange person who I don't know.'' Harry replied, glancing briefly at Puck. His eyebrows rose in interest.
''You're very aesthetically pleasing aren't you?'' He observed rhetorically.
Puck blinked in confusion. ''I'm what?''
''You're hot.'' Harry rephrased.
Puck felt a familiar surge of pride at having his hotness pointed out. But he wasn't used to hearing it from other guys.
''Hey, whatever you heard about what happened in juvie is just a rumour. Puckzilla don't swing that way.'' He quickly assured the dark haired boy.
''Who's Puckzilla?'' Harry asked, sounding completely baffled.
''I am! Well i'm Puck, which is like my nickname. But Puckzilla is like the nickname I gave myself, ya know?'' Puck hurriedly explained. Harry stared at him, his blank expression giving no hint as to his thoughts.
''You not only refer to yourself in the third person, but you refer to yourself as...Puckzilla?'' He demanded. Puck nodded happily.
''OK, that officially killed my rising ardour.'' Harry complained. People who referred to themselves in such a way were usually unstable. Plus judging by his little speech about what way Puckzilla swung, he was probably having a teenage sexual identity crisis. Which whilst common and fairly amusing, also held little interest for him.
''What?'' Puck prompted. This kid was worse than Hummel with the confusing phrases.
''The thought of you has ceased to arouse my sexual interest.'' Harry amended obligingly. Puck nodded in understanding, before frowning in consideration.
''Hey wait, are you saying you don't wanna get with this?'' He blurted out. ''I mean, look at these guns!'' He began flexing said muscles in an obviously showy manner, prompting Harry to snicker at him.
''Alright, to prevent any future confusion i'll be clear. If you must give me a label, then I suppose you'd call me bisexual. Yes you're very attractive, but no that doesn't mean that I want to jump you. Mostly because the way in which you reference yourself is very off putting. And on that note I shall walk majestically away, leaving you free to feel sexual confusion whilst you appreciate my spectacular backside. Good day to you.'' True to his word Harry did indeed walk away, leaving Puck to unwillingly check out his ass.
''Huh...not bad.'' Puck admitted to himself. It was then that he realised he forgot to ask the boy to join glee club, and he didn't even get his name.
''Oh fuck.''
Thus far Harry had experienced a rather productive day. He'd thoroughly endeared himself to Tina and Mercedes, who would no doubt sing his praises to the other members of New Directions. And he'd also given the very attractive Noah Puckerman, who he'd been told was heading up the search for a new glee member, a small taste of his vast talents.
If he played things right, then he had no doubts that they would soon be pleading with him to join. Then he would continue with the careful manipulation of each of the different members, until their confidence in him was great enough that he could depose Rachel Berry and Finn Hudson as co-captains of the team. It would be a cake walk, if how easy it was winning over Mercedes and Tina was any indication. Apparently savagely beating someone's enemies and buying them caffeinated beverages was an excellent ice breaker. Hmm perhaps he should buy the glee club a coffee machine and curb stomp the various members of Vocal Adrenaline? He'd keep that as Plan B.
As he walked to his car, passing the various students milling about, Hedwig fluttered down from a nearby tree and affectionately nibbled his ear. He reached up, softly caressing his beloved owls feathers. She'd been left in the car this morning, with Harry intending to retrieve her after he'd intimidated Figgins into allowing her in school. But when he'd returned there with the girls for their coffee run, she'd mysteriously vanished. He really shouldn't of let her watch Jurassic Park so often, but how was he to know that she could learn how to open doors by watching Velociraptors?
''Are you a wizard? Coz I heard that wizards use owls to deliver their mail.''
Harry paused, turning to the owner of the voice and wondering who would address him. In front of him was a rather attractive blonde girl, wearing one of his aunt Sue's Cheerio uniforms. He couldn't be certain, but judging by the question she'd asked he was pretty sure of which cheerleader this was. Next to her was a stunning raven haired girl, with a rather voluptuous chest, who immediately captured his interest.
''How did you know that Brittany?'' Harry asked curiously, addressing the blonde. The girls eyes widened with a childlike wonder, causing him to smile slightly. She reminded him strongly of another quirky blue eyed blonde that he knew.
''How did you know my name?'' She whispered in amazement.
''Because i'm a wizard ofcourse. But don't tell anyone, it's supposed to be a secret.'' He informed her.
The gorgeous Latina narrowed her eyes at him.
''Two things. First of all, if you bullshit Brittany, then i'm going after your nads with a power sander. Second of all...wanky.'' The speed with which the girl went from glaring to leering was rather impressive. Her eyes practically devoured his form as they scanned him from head to toe. She licked her full lips, subconsciously running her fingers along her blonde companions side, which Harry found very interesting.
''So...I have a hot tub back at my penthouse.''
AN/ And there you have it. Some very brief interactions between Harry and the Glee club. The awesomeness that is Harry/Santana will now commence. Sometime in the next few chapters they'll be taking a little trip to Dalton, to fuck with some young minds, it's already written and according to my sources it's highly amusing. The poll will be up as soon as I figure out how to make the damn things. Review! xxx