Evelyn's pov

Sweat burned, dripping like rain from my brow. Sharply I turned rounding the corner swiftly. I had to escape the haunting thoughts that had passed through my mind. How could I have let my anger go so easily at them? Admittedly the clearly deserved my fury, no doubt about that but I knew I shouldn't have allowed my emotions to rule me so. Voldermort said 'emotions are weak', right now I've got to disagree slightly on that matter; emotions are weak when they are visibly effecting your actions.

Why had I gone and released my fury? Admittedly I find my fury was necessary and justified but it doesn't excuse my actions. Surely my anger could have risked our cause. Tom and I fight for justice, not recklessness and for a stupid desire to rule. No we fight because we see our cause as necessary, our cause being reasonable enough to wage a war with. To wage a war you need allies, for allies you preferably need to get on their good side. Should we not desire to rule like tyrants we need allies and a political backing. In other words we need the aid of the ministry. While Voldermort and Dumbledore wage their petty war, we can rise and start to gain the backing from the ministry and slowly begin to change our laws. By the time Dumbledore realises it will be far too-

~Who are you little serpent? I do not think I have seen you here before yet you are clearly a Slytherin. ~ My eyes widened, searching desperately for the identity of the voice. Who else could speak parseltongue apart from Tom and I? Any Slytherin would have loved to have bragged about such ability whether or not Slytherins are supposed to be cunning. As well as this I expect ether Tom, Draco or Bella would have told me about – my eyes caught a grand portrait flickering in my eye line. A sense of grandeur seemed to radiate from his emerald eyes; his bone structure was similar to Toms. While striking his features weren't too imposing. Ebony hair contrasted to his skin which was the same shade as ice.

~My names Eva Rosa…~ I hissed, using Tom's name for me. Well Eva Rosa certainly sounds more tolerable then Lord Voldermort. I really don't understand why Tom doesn't use his middle name Marvolo. It is far more fitting him than Voldermort, though Tom certainly suits him best. ~I can ask you the same question. ~

~You're my heirs love? ~ He enquired, his identity suddenly becoming as clear as a flame. Inside I groaned at my stupidity.

~Apologies my lord, I was not aware it was you. ~ I bowed my head respectfully. ~Your heir is my boyfriend. I hope you do not find offence at that. Tom and I seem almost perfect for each other, he's like my other half. I also apologise for the death of your basilisk and offer you my condolences if you'll accept them. ~ My cheeks burned red with embarrassment; why had that slipped out? Do I really want Slytherin to hate me? If the basilisk was as dear as Hedwig is to me then he really must hate me…

He let out a soft chuckle, I blinked unsure of whether I was dreaming or not. ~You are a childe Eva Rosa, only a childe yet younger you succeeded in killing a magnificent, powerful being who in theory should have been able to destroy you in seconds. I must say childe you and my heir intrigue me, much so. Do not be afraid of a mere portrait not after what you have already achieved in you past and shall do in your future, both you and Marvolo are destined for great things that much I could tell even without the paradox…~ He hissed, the mention of future caused me to shiver. Everything was about the future, people expect a mere child to succeed where adults have failed how is that fair in any sense of it? They expect me to murder the dark lord and I'm only a child, laying all their hopes on a little girl is pathetic; it is wrong. Whoever believed in such is a fool.

~I am merely a child you cannot know my fate, or that I'll be great!~ Anger lashed out of me like a whip yet Slytherin only smirked, unconcerned by my sudden fury.

~Oh my dear you are already so; that is how I know. I judge you as who you are. A twelve year old girl destroyed a basilisk; a thirteen year old girl repelled thousands of dememtors, a fourteen year old girl won against older students who in theory should be more powerful and here that girl is before me. If you could do all that on your own merit it is clear to me that you are already great and powerful Eva Rosa. I know who and what you are now which is how I judge you. I do not judge you by prophecy or by chance. I may not know you to your entirety but I know of your power Rosa. Tom has indeed made a worthy ally in you. It is clear to me that the pair of you will do anything for the other, no matter the cost. ~ Salazar murmured.

~ You're right; I would do anything for him. Once I lose him I seriously fear for my sanity Lord Slytherin. I know his fate; I fear that the same fate is what shall become of me too. After all it is almost like our souls are joined. I understand Tom better than I understand myself. Right now I barely know who I am anymore or rather what I am capable of. ~ I am lost, lost so far into my mind. I do not know how I should act or what I will do anymore for Tom.

~Oh but you do know what you will do should the situation call for it Lady Rosa, you will adapt as you have always done. Sometimes you must delve deep within yourself and call upon your instincts. It is something you have always done. I may merely be a portrait but rumours of your past have travelled to us portraits. You are far stronger than you realise. You must delve into yourself to find your inner strength, as you have always done.~ Somehow that sounds strangely poetic.

~Why call me Lady Rosa? ~I asked softly.

~Would you rather I call you Lady Riddle? ~He arched an eyebrow, my face burned red.

~Why call me a Lady at all? ~I enquired.

~I call you a Lady because you are one; you are a Lady as much as Voldermort is a lord. Or rather….you will be a lady. By the end of the year I sense your power shall reach that level, just as Tom's shall. My heir has chosen well as to whom shall be his queen. Like it or not Tom has always loved grandeur, I expect Voldermort is the same. Whether or not you desire it Voldermort will still have that sentimental attachment to you Lady Rosa. He values your death because of your connection to Riddle, his younger self…but there is something else that I cannot tell you. You know of Tom's fate but you do not know of what triggers it, or of your own involvement in it. Knowing you now as I do I fear for what forces your hand. ~ Salazar trailed off.

~What do you mean? ~I hissed.

~I have already told you too much… ~My heart pounded, fear burned within it. All this time I knew something would trigger it but I never figured that I had… From Salazar's words I can only assume that something of my doing is what does it but I cannot for the life of me imagine what does it. I would never harm Tom; never would I even attempt such a thing. Silent tears began to sting.

~I would never harm him. ~though I knew my own words had little impact or truth. If it were true Voldermort would not exist and as such the person I am today would never have existed. I feel so caged, caged within my own mind and soul that I would give anything to scream and break the walls of my prison. I knew it was hopeless. I was hopeless to my destiny, hopeless to my future. My future was as bleak as Tom's, worse than Tom's even. For me to do such a thing…

~Oh you as Heather Potter would never harm him, never intentionally harm a soul who hasn't personally harmed you. You as Lady Rosa shall, you as Lady Rosa shall have the power and will to harm him that way. You shall soon begin to see that Voldermort and Tom are not so different; the only differences between them are power, knowledge and grief. The only difference between you and Lady Rosa is grief. Grief is a powerful thing, it enables you to tap into your inner core and unlocks your potential and grants you the ability to do anything you desire because you no longer care for the consequences….Grief is what shall change the pair of you but I cannot tell anymore of your future. ~Tears burned down my cheeks.

~What could ever cause such grief? I swear by all that is unholy I will never hurt him. ~I denied.

~Even one as powerful as you cannot defy your own fate. You're fate was decided almost fifty years ago, possibly a little less than that but still roughly that amount of time give or take a few years. The moment tom arrived back in his time as Lord Voldermort your fate was assured. Because of that your current fate is not of your choosing. You only have a choice once Tom leaves as to how your fate is decided or dictated and only then. You cannot choose your fate as much as you wish you could. ~While he eased the truth in gently, it didn't stop it from hurting any less than it did.

Blinking away the tears I breathed deeply trying to compose myself. ~You are wrong. You must be wrong for I would never hurt him! ~

~You say that as if you know your future; you don't. Even I do not know what transforms you into the Lady Rosa, truly I do not. I only know that as the Lady Rosa you shall create you're lord. You cannot fight it no matter how much you desire to Heather. ~

~I shall fight this and I shall win-~

"Heather? What are you doing here?" I blinked softly as I was halted mid-rant. Tom's startled eyes gazed at me, confused. "Are you ok?" He asked softly, his eyes widening as he realised something wasn't right. "You've been crying. You aren't hurt are you?" Tom's worry comforted me somewhat, assured me that the future wasn't quite so near. Reality still had a grip with us. Reality was still here and wasn't racing ahead to a time of which I had no control.

"The future is just far too close for comfort that is all. Its approaching faster than I desire it too Tom, that is all. Turns out that my fate is far more warped than yours…." I shivered, watching Tom's panic flair through his eyes.

"What do you mean? Heather I become a dark lord hell bent on ruling the world through torture, bloodshed, murder… Surely your fate cannot be worse than that Eva. My sweet Eva I cannot ever imagine you becoming a monster, you would never become a thing like Voldermort my love." Tom hushed. "My future self is twisted beyond belief Eva, despite everything you have been through you are still incredibly innocent. Nothing could possibly distort you so."

"It shall though Tom, I know it shall I can feel it inside my bones somehow. Lord Slytherin just confirmed it Tom, he knows you. He knows of your journey through Hogwarts. You have obviously told him, or rather will tell him of what has twisted you so." I murmured softly.

"What are you hiding Evelyn?" Tom asked softly. "I promise I won't hold whatever you tell me against you I swear."

"According to lord Slytherin Lady Rosa shall do something, something so terrible that it creates Lord Voldermort. Lady Rosa is my future, my fate…just as Lord Voldermort is yours. I don't know…I don't know why I would become such a thing. Apparently its grief. Grief is what transforms the pair of us according to Lord Slytherin but I have no idea why I would do such a thing. What grief could do to me considering I have met more grief then most people alive. Hell…I even have considered… it doesn't matter." Tom didn't have to know about my former suicide wish. Damn I really shouldn't have let that slip my mouth. "What matters is that Lady Rosa is my fate."

"Whatever causes you to be Lady Rosa doesn't matter, nor does the fact that it is your future matter. Most people have no idea of their future Evelyn, we do but that doesn't mean we have to dwell on it; we need to rejoice in the time we have together now. If we continue to regret our future, something that hasn't even happen yet sooner or later we will have lost all time we have separating it." Tom's words were wise, though held little comfort to my future. Something told me, a look in his eyes told me that Tom was as unnerved by this as I was. I didn't blame him ether. Essentially Tom was right; we have to live for now.

"I fear for my future Tom. I fear it so much." I shivered.

"How long do we have?" Tom asked softly, directing his question towards Salazar. In Tom's eyes I saw a heavy sense of foreboding, of fear. "Please tell us straight, the rough estimate of the time we have left my Lord. I cannot bear not knowing. At least if you tell us now we shall know how to manage our time better together."

"Your time is running our fast my heir, Lady Rosa shall raise soon near Yuletide. Neither of you have long left, not anymore. You cannot defy your fates, ether of you." My blood ran cold.

So in reality we have little time left.

I thought we had a year before it…turns out we have even less.

"You are wrong!" I hissed. "You must be mistaken! Maybe you weren't told the whole truth!" I hold, clung onto the hope that I had longer before I lose my mind. I felt my magic flicker, beginning to manifest viciously before I restrained it. Gasping I succeeded in stopping to storm I saw flicker around me. Panting I felt my grip on my magic slip, as I struggled to rein it in. My breaths were heavy, the effort that had taken burned. "What is happening to me…?" I panted, my whole body ached. I felt Tom supporting me, keeping me upright.

"It is beginning, your power is maturing." Lord Slytherin smirked, his eyes gleaming in amusement.

"She is right! She will never become what you foretell!" Tom spat, defending me fiercely.

"Oh it is not a question of foretelling, it is merely a case of telling you what you yourself will tell me in your future. I cannot tell you anymore than what you have told me." Salazar smirked, gaining satisfaction from the shock on our faces. "You also told me you would murder her should you ever come into contact with Lady Rosa once more." I saw the horror and anger rush onto Tom's face so swiftly it was like someone had lit a match.

"Leave him alone!" I spat.

"Ahh so defensive of the other, it is such a pity that it must come to an end." Salazar spoke with such conviction I found it hard to believe he was actually sorry.

"Everything must come to an end, anyone who lives must accept it. Some things grow stronger day by day. Our love is such a thing, it is our love which shall burn out our sanity I can sense it so clearly now. I except no matter what happens in the future I'll still be deeply defensive of Tom, only in such a warped sense you can barely identify it as love anymore." I glared at the portrait.

"That is the same as me too; Lord Voldemort is my future, he may be so darkly twisted and warped but I bet anything he loves Lady Rosa still just like she will still love him." Tom glared.

"You two cannot be; your futures are so deeply entwined though not through love. Haven't you been told of the prophecy which states such? It is the reason why Voldemort did not wait in murdering you Evelyn originally he had planned to wait…until he had heard those words and his heart was lit with fear knowing what you become. He had wanted to wait in murdering you, wait until the betrayal but no… the prophecy put an end to that." Salazar watched us, curious.

"You speak as though you have spoken to the dark lord since his graduation." Tom hissed.

"oh I have, there have been many a time when he has wandered these halls before the words of the prophecy came into play and even then his spirit has entered these halls." Salazar looked towards me. "You Evelyn should know that better than most."

Stiffly I nodded. "Of course but Tom has not heard of these encounters."

"Ahh so he does not know of the events of his horcrux, of his horcrux's forgiveness towards you when he saw how weak and innocent you were. Voldemort shall not be so easy girl." I looked deeply into his eyes.

"You know not of what happened there do you? You merely have fathomed a tale you believe to be true. You are sorely mistaken if you think that can hope to understand what happened there." I hissed, glaring.

"Evelyn what are you talking about?" Tom asked cautiously.

"Chamber of secrets second year." I answered simply. "I told you a little about it remember." I murmured.

"Not all of it." Tom looked slightly suspicious.

"You really don't want to know all of it, or what I was like mentally then." I grimaced. "Please you really don't want to know how pathetic I was back then, searching for something that…. What I wanted, what I searched for is something I really don't desire anymore. I was stupid, mentally ill. You really don't want to know how twisted I was in the head back then." While Tom still looked uncertain he allowed me to keep my silence.

"Well ether way Evelyn I don't believe that you shall become dark, twisted or anything like that vision of a lady similar to Voldemort. You could never become what you despise, transform into that which you loath, not as it has been painted, as your fate has been painted. No. I have seen you, seen your ideals and your strong core beliefs which I know you will never abandon." Tom spoke so surely, I struggled not to believe them.

"You are wrong. The pair of you are wrong." Lord Slytherin hissed.

"If we are, which I doubt, then I doubt that will harm us." Tom replied calmly.

"Oh the future is so desolate; it is your love which allows it the way." Salazar warned.

~Why should we ever regret love? How can it be wrong to fall in love? You have no idea what it has done for me, what it has saved me from doing or becoming. Trust me when I say love from Tom has stopped me turning into a total psychopath. You know not my past, know not what I have been so close to achieving….Tom pulled me out of that complete hellhole I was stuck in! ~ I hissed, anger overtaking me slightly. Then I winced; I didn't want Tom to find out what I…. I couldn't afford for him to be curious, not with this at least.

"Hey Tom, Evelyn are you ok?" I blinked slightly, a smile meeting my lips as I saw Neville approach. His eyes shone with curiosity. I grinned toward my friend. If there was anyone who could destroy the veil of the oncoming storm that was my future it was Neville.

"Yes…" Tom answered shakily, trying to hold a pretence of calm. It really was failing. Well at least it seemed to fail for me, Neville believed Tom's acting.

"You have no idea how pleased I am to see you honestly, Granger and Weasel have been driving me up the wall." Neville rolled his eyes. "I must congratulate you on your scolding of them earlier; it was quite a sight to behold. To be honest with you everyone in our house, even those who think you've gone evil, thought it was hilarious and was please they got taken down a peg or two."

"What's this?" Tom grinned, curiosity winning out.

"Well you see…." I trailed off.

"Basically Eve lost control of her anger and completely humiliated them in the process of doing so. She completely humiliated them! It was brilliant! Considering they were trying to humiliate Evelyn at the time it's even more so." Neville grinned.

"I humiliated them?" I blinked. "I merely thought I'd startled them and by losing control it would make Gryffindor hate me more not that it would make complete fools of them."

"No, actually most of them are pleased you made fools of them, apparently those two had been grating on their nerves somewhat. The muggleborns especially. That in itself is quite incredible." Neville smirked. "Considering they think you're going to become the next dark lady the fact muggleborns were overjoyed is quite a feat in itself." At this Tom and I met each other, looking deeply into the eyes of the other; according to Salazar to be a dark Lady is my fate. Seems that those Gryffindors might actually be correct for once.

"That is true." Tom nodded keeping the conversation light.

"So Neville how are you doing on your herbology essay? I've just finished it, I was wondering if you could read it before I handed it in just to make sure everything I wrote is actually accurate. I had to use a number of different books, most telling me different variations about the plant. I tried to stick to the facts that seemed to crop up the most through the different texts but I would appreciate it if you could check if you are willing." I bit my lip nervously, quickly moving the conversation away from dark ladies and lords.

"Yeah sure, I tried researching in the library then finally I went and wrote a letter to a herbologist for a number of books which could be relied upon for that particular plant. I struggled with that too. It was lucky I looked in a number of books or I would have never have realised how inaccurate the first text I read was. I bet Granger and Ron will find out about the inaccurate texts too late. It serves them right for making our lives complete hell recently." Neville's eyes gleamed with a vindictive glint.

"Knowing her she will have read more than one textbook. She is a bookworm after all; she probably has got the facts strait." Tom grimaced.

"That is true." Neville grimaced.

"If not for Evelyn I probably would have fell for the trap that others will. Honestly she reminds me of a detective sometimes. Then again she does go around Hogwarts searching for mysteries…." Tom trailed off as I blushed scarlet.

"I don't try you know, mysteries just find me." I shrugged innocently.

"If you were born muggle I bet you would be a historian, history has always seemed to fascinate you greatly. You have all the traits needed to be a great historian." Neville noted. "Thanks to you helping me out in history of magic I've managed to achieve passing grades, if not for your help I'm sure I would be achieving T's."

"Well if you want to find out about history you don't necessarily need a teacher. I fall asleep in that class myself and research the topics in my own time. It's certainly working I must say." I grinned.

"That is true. Granger's face was priceless when you beat her every single time mark wise for that subject." Tom laughed, I love is laugh it always sounds to melodic and almost innocent and carefree.

"That is certainly true." I chuckled gently.

"It is a shame you don't beat her in potions; Snape seems to have it in for you." Neville sighed.

"That is unfortunately true." Tom mused, his eyes gleaming as the thoughts seeped through. "Technically Evelyn is hardly the best at potions, or rather that is what you see….because your house keeps sabotaging her potions. Snape notices of course, I'm certain of it, but he never does anything to stop it. Why does Snape hate you so?" Tom asked me so.

"My father bullied him, that's why. Apparently I look like a female James Potter so of course he treats me as if I was a female James Potter…or rather he thinks I act like one. He thinks he's deflating my 'big head'." I snorted in amusement.

"Seriously?" Tom snickered. "If anyone has a big head its Ronald Weasley, Granger could be considered big headed but I think she is just mislead…."

I blinked. "You think she just needs a little help seeing things from our perspective?" I asked softly. "Do you think she has hope? We were friends before this whole thing came to light, while I always knew Ron was dumb Hermione had always seemed genuinely nice." Hope bloomed in my chest, maybe there was hope for her after all….or rather maybe she would finally see that I was being honest; that Tom is far from Voldemort.

"Possibly… Its Dumbledore and his manipulations I suspect. Granger is intelligent, just blind to the truth and how it is not always staring you in the face. She trusts the government too much, that the knowledge inside the books is indeed as it appears to be. Maybe…." Something flashed in front of Tom's eyes. "How close are you to members of Dumbledore's followers? Maybe there is a way we can show her how misguided she is. By my question I mean are there any who trust you, any who wouldn't really care who you fall for and would follow you?"

"My godfather….possibly. I have no idea whether or not he would honestly be able to help me or not Tom. He's surrounded by the order. What if they have tainted his views on me?" I asked softly.

"You have a Godfather?" Neville blinked.

"Yes though technically he's an escaped convict, you have heard of him. Remember third year?" I smirked, watching shock bloom onto his face.

"No way!" He gasped, gaping like a fish.

"Yes way." I smirked.

"What am I missing?" Tom asked curiously. "Who is he?"

"Sirius Black." I shrugged. "He was convicted wrongly; apparently he supposedly betrayed my parents and murdered a street full of muggles. He didn't, it was staged. He got put into that wretched prison because of it. No one gave him a fair trial or even questioned him under a truth serum. No. He was imprisoned for murders, murders he didn't commit."

"In that case he probably wouldn't be swayed by their views Evelyn. This is perfect, absolutely perfect. As he himself suffered similarly to you, he would wait and see for himself Evelyn. Plus if he is of the Black bloodline he'll know himself that things aren't always as they seem. He'll stand by you Evelyn and that is perfect. You have you want Granger to realise that you indeed spoke the truth correct?" I nodded at Tom's words. "Well maybe we could ask your Godfather to give her a certain book I know one which will be perfect." He smiled gently.

"What good would that do?" Neville asked curiously.

"Granger takes note of what books say, believes them more than she does people unless of course it is fiction I expect so should we give her a book illuminating the truth for her to see then maybe she will realise that maybe we are correct in what we have been saying." Tom answered softly. "Do you think it will work?"

"It depends on the author's reputation I expect and how lightly the book addresses the issue. As long as it doesn't mention dark magic or light magic in preference, well dark magic in preference as well then that is another factor. Should it outwardly scream 'dark magic is good' then she'll show Dumbledore who will claim it is lies, that I am certain. If the author is linked to neither side with a reputable history that would also have a good impact on whether she'll take it into account because if the author isn't then it will be more trustworthy in her eyes." I shrugged.

"Well this particular book is written by Rowena Ravenclaw." Tom smirked. "I hope it will be trustworthy."

"Does such a book exist?" I gaped.

"Yes." Tom nodded. "I found it in the chamber of secrets."

"Won't she view it as suspicious?" I asked softly.

"Yeah, she'll probably think such a book is a fake seeing as she has found no such book before." Neville murmured.

"Then maybe Sirius could leave it for her to find in the Black library…." I murmured softly. My eyes lit up. "If he directs her to the library for reading material, warning her about some books dangers she could search through the library and come across it." Delight leapt across my face.

"Yes and she'll run to Sirius to confirm its validity, he could pretend to be shocked that his family could process such a book." Neville grinned. "This way she'll learn thinking it was through her own means rather than others…"

"…so it will make her question her beliefs rather than attack the giver of the knowledge." Tom finished. "That is quite brilliant Evelyn." Tom grinned.

"Thanks." I smiled softly. "This whole book idea was yours, I shouldn't get the credit."

"Evelyn don't be so modest." Tom laughed, kissing me softly on the cheek. "I came up with an idea but you came up with the context. While I created a spark you made it possible for that spark to give light to a flame."

~This is a hallway! ~ Lord Slytherin's hisses caused both me and Tom to chuckle, as we our mouths met deepening the kiss-

Tom's pov

She jerked away gasping, her eyes glowing bronze all of a sudden as she unleashed an unholy scream. Like a rag doll she fell, crumpling to the floor. My eyes widened. My body stiffened in horror. All I could do was watch as she thrashed, screaming. The kiss still burning my lips fear gripped me. I longed to protect her, for her to be safe but I had no idea of what I could do. Every scream burned, pulled at my soul. Every part of me longed to help her but how? I didn't know what to do. For one of the few times in my life I was weak, helpless and unable to help her. I had no idea of what to do… What could I do?

~Please what's wrong with her! ~I spat, collapsing to her side as I clasped her hand tightly. ~Please tell me! ~I begged but Salazar looked as shocked as I.

~I don't know… ~ Salazar stuttered.

"Please Neville! I don't know what to do! Please get help! Get Dumbledore if you must but please get someone who can help her! Please! Run get someone who can help I beg of you!" I ordered desperately, praying that he would succeed. Evelyn was my sanity, my only hope… Strange, before I met her the only thing I ever feared was death but now that was no longer the case, well not in the same way. I feared my own mortality but now…now I only feared for hers. Brought out of my thoughts I acknowledged Neville's nod before he rushed down the hallway, frantically before breaking out into a sprint.

I winced as I saw Evelyn continue to thrash as if she was under the crutiatus curse. ~Tom… ~She hissed though not entirely there, I knew she couldn't hear me even if I replied but I did.

~I here. ~I hissed, despite knowing she couldn't hear me. ~I won't let anyone hurt you I promise Evelyn. ~Cradling to her chest I prayed Neville would reach someone quickly. Even if it was Dumbledore at least he would be able to help her! I couldn't bare the thought of Evelyn in pain, any whatsoever. ~I'll protect you. I swear I'll do anything it takes Evelyn, I swear… ~

A.N: Sorry for the long wait everyone for this chapter! Everything in my life has been so hectic recently; hopefully I'll be able to make updates swifter now. :D Hope you've enjoyed this chapter. Please review, as always I love to here your feedback. In the next chapter plans will start to be set into motion and some action will take place. In the last few chapters fate has been a major factor but you'll see more action and more of Tom and Evelyn actively fighting it. :D Hope you've enjoyed this chapter and can forgive me for the long wait. Apologies for leaving you for such a long time period, hopefully it won't be too long until the next chapter. :D