Summary: When the road you're on is already in the verge of crumbling, you could either choose to foolishly continue onward, or turn back and change paths. Harry decided on the latter. MoD!Harry
Main Pairing: HP/LV (Marcaunon/Voldemort)
Side Pairings: Pending
Warning: AU, Time-Travel, Universe Hopping (SEE!? I DID GIVE THE BLOODY WARNING! GUH!), New Identity, Slash (this means Boy/Boy), MasterOfDeath!Harry, Killings/Torture
Disclaimer: If I were the author of Harry Potter, Dumbies would have chocked on a Lemon Drop and drop dead, not AK-ed. So no, I do not own Harry Potter.
"Speaking"
"Parseltongue"
'Mental telepathy'
Chapter 15: Picnic and Invitation
Date: April 1967
Location: Hogwarts, Marcaunon's study
He blinked owlishly to clear his vision once he felt Death's hold on him loosened. He took in his surroundings with a small smile playing on his lips and sighed in content. It was great to be home. He had missed the scent of Potion fumes and old tomes mixed together to form a completely unique smell that his mind instantly connected to home within Hogwarts.
"Master?" Death questioned with a tilt of Its head.
"It's feels good to be back home, Death." He touched the walls of Hogwarts lovingly. "Hogwarts Magic is like a mother's embrace to me – though I don't really know how that feels like."
"A dimension that Magic has yet to settle in. Quite uncomfortable and stifling isn't it, Master?"
"Very. Half the time I felt Gaia there trying to vacuum my Magic out of my body." He glared playfully at Death. "You should've given me a prior warning. I could've died instantly have I not formed an impromptu wall around my core."
"Constant vigilance, Master."
"Really Death?"
They both grinned at each other before Death excused himself with a small yet graceful bow. Marcaunon dismissed his servant with a wave of his hand and strode out of his private quarters, intending on finding Chaos.
It had been weeks since he last saw his cute little boy. However for Chaos, it had only been a few minutes – Death's control over time was otherworldly (death was everywhere after all). He wished that he was able to travel back and forth through time as well sometimes. Paperwork would be so much easier if that were the case.
After a few more turns, he stood outside of the school's library, where he felt Chaos's unique Magical signature was. He slipped inside unnoticed and stalked towards where his little boy was encircled around stacks upon stacks of old tomes.
He crouched behind the small form of Marchosias before picking his boy up without any form of warning. Chaos squeaked (which would be later denied) cutely and struggled.
"Let go of me you pedophile!"
"Is that anyway to talk to your papa, Chaos?" He cooed as he turned his son and settled Marchosias on his hip.
His son only deadpanned at him before closing those ruby eyes of his – as if he was praying for patience.
"Yes father?" Chaos sighed resignedly as he rested his cheeks on Marcaunon's shoulder. "Is my presence required for something?"
He chuckled and played with his son's cat onesie tail with a soft look in his eyes.
"I just missed you is all."
"…We parted only a few minute ago. Please reassure me that you're not going senile just yet, old man." Chaos smiled innocently at him, as if he had not just insulted Marcaunon's mentality and age.
"What a cheeky brat you are." He murmured as we walked out of the library with his son still in his hold.
"Where are we going, father?"
"To spend time together of course, my cute wittle Chaos." He poked his boy's chubby cheeks as if to emphasize how young he was, knowing that it would annoy Chaos very much. He knew that Chaos hated being in the body of a six–sorry, seven year old.
"Stop that!" His hand was swatted away as he was glared by Chaos. Marcaunon almost squealed at how cute this ruby eyed monster was, with the cat onesie and puffed out cheeks. "And when will you remove this… abomination you call clothing from me?"
"Would you rather walk around naked? I have not raised you to be an exhibitionist, Chaos."
"I…I just don't wish to wear such clothing. It's degrading, father."
"It suits you well."
"You're not the one getting cooed at." Was the sulky reply.
He pretended to be oblivious and smiled at his son with a look of total innocence.
When he finally stopped in front a painting of fruits, he tickled the pear with his hand that was not holding Chaos and took a step back as the painting revealed Hogwarts' kitchen. In his eyes, the kitchen was larger than the entire house the Weasley family lived in for generations. The kitchen has four long and wide wooden tables that were low enough for the house-elves to reach without difficulty, and shelves containing a large amount of dishware. In the far end and middle of the kitchen was a wide fireplace to keep the elves warm and to boil a large cauldron of soup at. The oven was beside the fireplace, and he could smell treacle tarts being baked inside. The scent alone was enough to make him drool.
"There's still an hour to go before lunch." Chaos's high pitched voice made him snap out of his daydream of eating a giant treacle tart and he swallowed his saliva that was accumulated in his mouth.
Hogwarts' house-elves made the most mouthwatering treacle tarts ever in existence. One of the many reasons why he wanted to be a Professor.
"We're going on a picnic, Chaos dear." He maneuvered Chaos so that his boy was standing on the floor and walked to one of the house-elves.
It (house-elves were hard to distinguish by appearance alone) squeaked in excitement when he was in view and rushed towards him happily, not minding that It was carrying a turkey that was almost as big as It was.
"Master Professor Gaunt sir! Is Master Professor Gaunt sir bes hungry? Shall Sloopy bes making food for Master Professor Gaunt sir?"
He patted the elf's head with a fond smile – they were very endearing creatures, and he had liked them ever since he was a student here in both his lives. Marcaunon was unlike many other Magicals that took house-elves for granted. Magicals tend to forget that house-elves can bypass any sort of wards other than anti-elves ward – which wasn't popular because they thought elves to be dumb. If these creatures could live without being bonded to any Magicals, Marcaunon knew that they would be an army more powerful than any other – their Magic was unique and quite strong if wielded correctly.
"I'm planning on having a picnic with my son. Is it alright if I took a few minutes of your time to prepare a lunch basket for me?"
"Not all Master Professor Gaunt sir! Sloopy bes doing that now!" The elf ran towards one of the long tables and gently set the turkey down before It popped away. He assumed Sloopy had gone to take a picnic basket from who knows where.
The other house-elves soon started to greet both his son and him as they passed by. Chaos only observed as Marcaunon conversed with each house-elf that had stopped by to chat animatedly with him, before they resumed what they were doing – they had to prepare lunch for hungry students after all.
Sloopy soon came back with a wooden rectangular picnic basket that was half as big as It was, and handed it to Marcaunon. The elf waved at them both as they walked out of the kitchen, Chaos's in his right hand whilst the basket in his left.
"The Black Lake, father?"
"Yess."
The walk there was silent with both of them enjoying each other's company. They both soon stopped at a spot under a large tree near the lake – they cared not if the giant squid or merpoeple came to observe them.
He used Magic to set up an emerald green picnic mat, followed by two dark zabuton (or sitting pillow). Chaos plopped gracefully down onto his respective zabuton whilst Marcaunon followed his example before taking out food after food from the basket.
Sloopy had prepared for them wraps, sandwiches, hotdogs, hamburgers, fruit and vegetable salads, pies, macaroons (mainly for him), treacle tarts and all sorts of fruit juices. It was more than they could ever consume, but Marcaunon would be giving the extras to those inhabitants in the lake so it was all good. His childhood made him unable to waste food – and he assumed that it was the same for Chaos as well.
He used Magic to clean both his son and his hands before they started munching on their choice of food.
"How has school been treating you, Chaos dear?" He, as usual, started the conversation as he bit into one of the many wraps, oh turkey. He hummed at the explosive flavors and gave a mental thumbs up. Hogwarts elves were so gifted in cooking. Maybe it was one of their requirements.
"It's full of Muggles, mother." They both traded looks of disgust – both knowing that they share a wide range of mutual dislikes and were not afraid to show it when in private. "Though two of my classmates have caught my eyes."
He raised a brow at that.
"Did you forge–" His son cut himself off and Marcaunon only blinked in confusion. "Severus Snape and Lily Evans, Half-blood and Mudblood respectively."
"Ah." He thought back to how he lost control and shook his head lightly. It was a mistake he would not likely to repeat, and he was curious as to why Chaos had yet to kill Snape yet – adult Snape did betray Voldemort after all. "I remember. What's so interesting about the two though? Are they Slytherin material?"
"One of them. Evans is a Gryffindor, and even after many attempts of trying to corrupt her, she still has the heart of a Lion, or Lioness in her case."
"Corrupt? Really Chaos?" He looked at his son with amusement. He doubted that the stubborn woman he had heard much about would be corrupted that easily, even as a young girl.
Chaos only shrugged as he stabbed a strawberry with the fork Marcaunon had conjured for him.
"They have potential. Both of them."
"Why do you say so?"
"Severus's–"
"It's rare for you to be on first name basis with someone."
"–mother is a Potions' Mistress. He's inspiring to be a Potions' Master, and I had decided to test him. He learns fast, in both theory and practical." Chaos continued as if he had not been interrupted.
Marcaunon pouted before he tilted his head to the side.
"So that solves the case of my missing ingredients."
"I was only borrowing it."
"You can only use the word 'borrow' if you're intending on returning what you borrowed, Chaos dear."
"I don't want to hear that from someone who borrows Sprout's plants on a daily basis."
"Ah, but I had no intention of returning them."
"… No other parent would tell their child that."
"I'm one of a kind." He winked at Chaos and smiled when his little boy rolled those beautiful ruby orbs.
They continued their idle chatter, going from one topic to another without difficulty. Their topic ranged from school, to the weather, and even to Albus's beard. Half an hour had passed by, and some merpeople had surfaced to observe them – he had given those merpeople some food, which they took without any suspicion. He used to have picnics here with the Hufflepuffs (it was one of their traditions), and the creatures were always trusting of Hufflepuffs – who wasn't?
"Marcster!" Suki's hisses made the two Gaunts turned to the serpent, which was slithering towards them with two envelopes in his jaws.
"Suki." They both greeted in unison. The snake that was wrapped around Chaos's shoulders on the other hand, slithered down his son's body to greet her fellow serpent.
Suki dropped the envelopes on his lap before his familiar's head butted with Mana's. Marcaunon had trained his familiar to bring him any mail that were unopened and had no Magic on them – snakes were so much better than slobbery dogs.
"Thank you, Suki." He trailed a finger down Suki's back, which made the serpent hiss in pleasure.
He turned one of the envelopes and raised a brow when he saw who the sender was.
"Someone you know?"
"My guild master." He murmured as he broke the waxed seal and took out two folded parchments from within the envelope. He set aside the blank one and read the other.
Dear Mr. Ignatius Rose,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected as one of the ten Potions' Masters out of a hundred, for a chance to gain a challenging position of employment. Your potions documentation shows that you have an excellent track record and achievements that are to be commended for one young such as yourself.
Please find enclosed a blank parchment that would be containing the invitation to the job, along with the time and place of meeting, once a pulse of Magic is to be placed. We await your acceptance no later than April 25th.
Yours Sincerely,
Jellal F. Frost
~Signature~
Cauldron Fever Guild Master
He hummed in thought. It sounded interesting enough and he was curious about the challenging position. He knew that his alias was considered one, if not, the top Potions' Master due to all the creations he had presented the Magical community with – and it wasn't only the Wolfsbane that made him well known.
He mentally debated with himself for a few minutes, with Chaos giving him privacy by conversing with the serpents (such a good kid!), before he decided to see the other letter first. He set the parchment aside and took the second envelope, which made him raise both his brows in surprise – it was from the same sender. He broke the seal and took out two parchments, one blank and another with words.
Dear Mr. Marcaunon Gaunt,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected as one of the ten Potions' Masters out of a hundred, for a chance to gain a challenging position of employment. Your potions documentation shows that you have an excellent track record and achievements that are to be commended for one young such as yourself.
Please find enclosed a blank parchment that would be containing the invitation to the job, along with the time and place of meeting, once a pulse of Magic is to be placed. We await your acceptance no later than April 25th.
Yours Sincerely,
Jellal F. Frost
~Signature~
Cauldron Fever Guild Master
P.S. I know that you already have a job, and that you informed me of your wish to remain anonymous, however this offer is to the top ten in our guild. The client would only see your name after you've accepted, so please do not send a howler to my office because Merlin your voice could shatter even the thickest of glass.
He blinked at the post script and burnt the parchment with his Magic. He did the same to the blank one, before he returned to the one addressed to Ignatius Rose.
"Mother?"
"Just a letter from my silly guild master is all. No worries."
"And may I know of its contents?"
Marcaunon lifted his eyes towards his son and thought for a few seconds before he nodded.
"Yess. It's a job offer. Not much information unless I accept."
"Which you will." Was stated with a drawl.
"I will." It looked far too interesting to ignore.
"Mother is too predictable."
"Only to you, love. Only you." He smiled at his boy and pushed a small amount of his Magic into the blank parchment. It glowed for a second before words appeared.
INVITATION
Ignatius Rose
Friday
1st May
1230 – 1400
Portkey Time: 1219
Please present this strictly personal invitation at the door.
"Tell me about it afterwards?"
"You know I will." They both retrieve their respective familiars before Marcaunon banished the mat and empty basket to who knows where banished items go to.
Once the serpents were safely wrapped around their shoulders like a scarf, they headed back to the castle. He had to talk to Albus about his future off day, and Chaos would likely wish to continue with his reading.
Date: 01 May 1967
Location: Hogwarts, Marcaunon's bathroom
Marcaunon hummed as he brushed his now platinum blonde eyebrows and concave hair, with the front tips reaching his collarbone and his nape bared. He moved his fringe to one side and traced his eyes with liquid eyeliner, making his scarlet iris appeared more vibrant than before – he hadn't applied much, only the simple and natural style.
Ignatius Rose was an albino Potions' Master to others – red eyes were easier to hide that way without being accused of playing with the darkest of the Dark Arts. After his first trip to the Ministry, he had berated himself for appearing as he usually was, and had asked Death to alter the minds of those who had met him without his disguise on.
He turned his head left to right and nodded to himself when he seemed unrecognizable enough. He reached for his black bottom half mask with spikes aligned vertically in the middle[1], and used a sticky charm on it as he brought it onto his face – just in case.
He knew that some places had glamour-proofed entryways and the only way for him to cover up his facial structure and scars was to apply thick layer of makeup, or a mask and wore clothing that covered all of his skin. He brought his hood up to shadow his eyes and grabbed a hold of his invitation card.
"I'll be going now. Take care of Chaos for me, Mana."
"Yess Marcster." Manasa hissed.
He waved her off and she slipped out of the bathroom without much trouble. He then picked up Suki and wrapped the massive snake around his shoulders. He adjusted the serpent's size to fit his shoulders, however Suki was still considered large for a snake his breed (rattlesnake). Suki was mainly used as an intimidation factor for Ignatius, since many mistook his slender size for a pushover.
"Be sure to hold onto me tightly, Suki." He hissed as he felt a tug on his Magical core.
OOOO
He landed gracefully on his feet, with his cloak bellowing dramatically around him before they settled. His scarlet eyes roamed the area he was in, noting all the exits before his eyes landed on two dark double doors – two guards standing by its side with their hoods shadowing their features.
The employer was sure cautious. His Magic tendrils had poked the wards, and he was impressed. Very impressed actually. The wards had all three types of Magic – Light, Dark, and Grey. It would be a pain to break through them, however it was possible.
He strode forward and stopped in front of the right guard, before handing the man (no women could be that broad and tall) his invitation. The man scanned the invitation before he took out a quill and a blank parchment.
"Write your name on it, sir."
Marcaunon took ahold of the quill and immediately noticed the Magic on it. This was the type of quill that would show the two guards whether he was Ignatius Rose or a fake. If he was the latter, the ink would glow.
This would be tough for anyone that had faked their names or had stolen the invitation from. Lucky for him, this quill could be tricked by a master Legilimens. There was a trick to it of course – by creating thoughts of him as he had always been called Ignatius Rose, and the quill will think it as truth.
He wrote his name with no problem and was ushered inside by the guard on the left. The inside of the doors they were guarding was empty with only a long dark marble table and chairs in the middle of the room. His guard pointed to the chair at the right of the head seat, and Marcaunon sat down with his back straight and his hood down – it was considered rude to have one's hood up before and during a meeting.
After the guard had left, he took in his surroundings. There were two chandeliers dangling from the ceiling above the table, and a fireplace a few arm lengths behind him. He crossed his ankles and wiggled his toes uncomfortably inside his leather boots. The plush carpet beneath his feet was thick and he wondered if it would be soft to touch.
A minute passed before the doors opened and revealed another person in a dark grey cloak. Marcaunon recognized the early 40s year old man from when he had registered another one of his potions to the Ministry. Adalbert Grantz was the man's name. He has blonde short hair that was slicked back, similar to Draco when he was in first year, and droopy blue eyes. The man was tanned and average looking at best, with a crooked nose, stained teeth, and dimple chin. Adalbert looked buffed to be a Potions' Master though, and Marcaunon would've labeled him as a muscle man rather than a man who prepares potions for a living had Marcaunon not recognized him.
The guard pointed to the chair opposite and to the left of Marcaunon and headed back out. The two men stared at one another after Adalbert had seated himself, and the blonde was the first to break the silence.
"Adalbert Grantz." He extended his hand towards Marcaunon.
Marcaunon only stared at the appendage with his lips curling in disgust – not that the blonde could see it from behind his mask. His persona for Ignatius Rose was a quiet albino man with a loathing for human contact. Ignatius was reserved, and would only reconsider jobs that were interesting in his opinion. Ignatius would never be the first to start a conversation, and has a habit of talking over everyone who is below him in his eyes.
The hand retreated back to its owner after a few more seconds of him not returning the gesture. Adalbert opened his mouth with a frown on his face, but was interrupted as the double doors opened once more, revealing the guard and another man in an army printed green cloak. Marcaunon hummed lowly to himself as he checked his wrist watch. It seemed like every minute, a Potions' Master would arrive via portkey.
The guard ushered the unknown man to the seat furthest away from Marcaunon but on his side of the table, before leaving once more.
The man was someone he did not recognize. He was tanned and had muscles, with fierce dark eyes and a permanent grin etched onto his face that oozed roguish charm. He has dark spiky short hair and a scar running across one side of his forehead to the other. He looked to be in his late 30s, but nobody could know a Magical's age due to their slow aging.
Adalbert and the stranger stared at each other before the stranger's grin became wider, if that was possible.
"Kiriwar. You?" His voice was rough, and it matched his appearance perfectly.
"Adalbert Grantz."
"Whitey over there?"
Adalbert only shrugged.
"So a quiet one eh?" He saw Kiriwar turned to him from his peripheral vision before Marcaunon felt eyes roaming his body – he wondered why he felt kind of violated.
Just as his mental clocked shrieked that one minute had passed, another person, this time a woman, entered the door together with the same guard. She was seated two seats away from him before the guard exited. Again.
The woman wore a white wool coat, and her chestnut colored hair was long and wavy, with wide chocolate eyes that were aligned with thick eyeliner. She winked at the three men with her fake eyelashes and smirked when Adalbert blushed heavily. She could be considered quite good looking, however Marcaunon wondered if she really was behind all those layers of makeup – women were similar to metamorphmagus when they apply makeup. She looked to be around her early 30s, but again, one could never know with women and their makeup.
"Hi~" Her voice was low and a little husky as she crossed her arms under her chest fa–…breasts. "Engel Souen, a pleasure to meet your acquaintances."
"You may call me Kiriwar, gorgeous." Kiriwar grinned at her and she giggled at being called gorgeous.
"A-Adalbert!"
"And you?" She whispered as she leaned closer to Marcaunon.
He only turned to her with an unimpressed raised brow and looked away. He heard her made a noise from the back of her throat, but ignored her in favor of checking his dark sharp nails that had studs glued to them in a random pattern.
"How rude."
Marcaunon frowned lightly when another minute had passed without anyone else entering. He soon heard a commotion outside before the doors opened, revealing a scowling man and a pursed lipped guard.
He was then seated at the opposite of Kiriwar. The newcomer wore a black cloak and didn't look like much, with his greying hair and wrinkled face. Marcaunon assumed the man was in his 50s, and that his oily hair was the result of potion fumes left untreated. Being a Potions' Master does that to one's appearance. It gave Potions' Masters and Mistresses early wrinkles, dried skin, stained teeth, and oily hair. The only way to protect themselves from these fumes was to own many beauty products, though in Marcaunon's case he need not do anything – his cells would just replace the damaged ones. The stranger had a round belly, and Marcaunon could only avert his eyes when the man gave a wet burp.
Before the three could introduce themselves (again), the door opened and revealed yet another man. The guard ushered the latest newcomer to the seat two down from Adalbert.
Marcaunon assumed the late 30s year old newcomer was a Weasley because of his Weasley-like appearance, with a tall frame, red hair, blue eyes, and freckles. The redhead wore a dark red cloak and had a messengerbag on his lap.
"Please enjoy some snacks whilst you wait for my Master to arrive." The guard spoke and left soon after a few plates of finger snacks appeared in front of each seated person.
Marcaunon stared down at his plate and swallowed subtly. He was always weak against sweets, however his mask got in the way of eating. He could never eat anything when he was in his Ignatius persona due to the damn disguise.
Each of the respective Potions' Masters (and lone Mistress) took out a potion bottle and poured a drop into their plates. He assumed that they were taking precaution before consuming anything, especially when their employer was unknown. When nothing happened, they begun snacking – it made him pout at the unfairness. He would've done the same as them, but alas, damn mask.
"What's wrong whitey? Don't got any potions to reveal if yours is poisonous?" Kiriwar mocked as he pointed a finger at him. "Are you sure you should be here? Eh?"
He stared back cooly and snorted before looking away. He saw the man twitch at being dismissed so casually.
"My~ I could lend you some…for a price that is." Engel purred as she smiled at him.
"Wretched harlot! Little Master told me to guard Marcster from the likes of you!" Suki made himself known as not only just a fake decorative snake and bared his fangs that were dripping with venom at Engel, whom reeled back instantly in shock and fear.
Marcaunon's eyebrow twitched. He didn't need guarding. Really, Chaos was sometimes too overprotective of him. He sighed and patted Suki's diamond head soothingly as the serpent draped himself over Marcaunon's shoulders and seat.
"W-what the hell!? That thing's alive!?" She shrieked as she pointed her red painted nails at Suki, her face covered with disgust and the slightest bit of fear.
"I'll relieve that finger off your hands, woman!"
Engel must've felt her fingers were in danger as she quickly hid them from the serpent's sight. Marcaunon chuckled lowly at his pet's antics and glanced at the still shaking woman.
"I apologize for my pet's actions." His monotonous deadpanned stated otherwise though. "He was just frightened by your harpy-like voice."
"Excuse me!?" She shrieked, and thus he proved his point on her voice being harpy-like.
"I don't really wish to apologize twice…but if you insist. I apologize for my pet's action. He only reacted because your voice was killing my ears."
"How dare yo–"
"And I would be gratified if you would stop trying to converse with me."
"Do you know who I–"
"Not really. What was your name again?"
"Stop int–"
"Oh yes. It was something similar to Eagle was it?"
"No! Not–"
"You must've been a dreadfully noisy baby…I pity your parents."
"I–"
"Yess, I already know your name. So would you mind quietening down please?"
"Arghh! Stop! Just stop! Stop talking over me like I'm someone unimpor–"
"You definitely are unimportant in my eyes." Marcaunon chuckled, his eyes alight with mirth as he observed her face going from red to purple. "You alright there? Purple doesn't suit you, Eagle."
"I'm sure she won't be disturbing you any time soon." The Weasley cut in as he smiled good naturedly. "I'm Felix Weasley by the way. May I ask for all your names?"
"Iunius." The pot belly man said as he stuffed yet another sandwich into his mouth.
"Kiriwar." The roguish man grinned whilst playing with his food.
"Adalbert Grantz." The blonde introduced with a strained smile. "Engel is the woman." He continued as he saw that Engel was still trying to calm herself down.
"And you?" Weasley asked him.
Marcaunon's lips parted and just as he was about to answer, the door slammed opened and a man that appeared in his middle 20s strode inside, almost as if he were gliding with those long legs of his – his leather shoes not making even the slightest of noises when the man walked towards the head seat. The man had dark brown, almost black, short hair that was neatly combed to one side, and eyebrows that were curved almost elegantly. His features were highly attractive in the eyes of both males and females – high and sharp cheekbones, a straight nose, and lips that were curled slightly into a confident smirk. The man wore a white collared shirt underneath his black fitted vest and slim fit dress pants. His crimson leather belt matching his tie.
The most attractive feature of the man however, was those narrowed crimson eyes of his. Marcaunon could only force his entire body to relax when scarlet met familiar crimson. He was so screwed if this was who he thought it was.
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[1] Google 'As Nodt' for a clearer image. He's from Bleach and I just love his mask!
I'm so glad that many of you like my previous chapter! I spent the whole day watching and re-watching Resident Evil Apocalypse just so I could get the feel of all the characters. I needed to find some holes in the movie so that Marc could fit right in without it feeling awkward or overdone, so I'm really really really glad that it all worked out well enough! Thank you so much for all your reviews and feedbacks!
Alright guys, I'm sorry for suddenly posting an A/N and not chapter 15. I know I disappointed you all when you saw that Silk Roads had updated… So yeah, you have my apologies. Let's see… I guess another apology I have to give is because of the late update even though I said it'll be up soon! I got caught up with watching Torchwood – please blame the person who introduced it to me.
Story recommendation for today: Inhale, Exile by MissMayFlowers. This is a HP/Death Note crossover, featuring MOD!HP. Wooo~ There just aren't that many MoD slash fics these days. Anyway, in this fic, Harry became the last of his kind due to… Well, the story is new so I'm really not sure why, but I could take a guess that it involves a certain Dark Lord. He and his 3 house elves were the only Magicals left, and for him to occupy his mind he decided to take on mystery solving. He met L soon enough during the Kira case… and… Well, you should go read it. It's really interesting!
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