Prince Consort

Chapter 37

Harry groaned upon hearing the incessant knocking at his door, shoving the covers over his head as if that would help before calling out "Go away!" Severus had been gone for three whole days now, and Harry was burdened under the expectations immensely. He wasn't sure how Severus did it to be frank, like seriously, he'd probably have dropped down dead from exhaustion if they weren't vampires. Even being a vampire they felt tired and relieved when he went to bed to just shut down for a little while. He wasn't sure how Severus managed to do everything he had to and the meetings he took. It was the first time he'd actually taken over full time, and he wanted Severus to return immediately.

"Like all other times, I'm afraid that's not happening, you have a full schedule today, and if you don't get up now you won't be able to have breakfast and wash up before we begin." Alfred stated calmly, amusement lacing his voice, Harry was just getting his first dose of what his life would be like, every time Severus left anyway, together the schedule halved, allowing them more free time. Or at least it would once Harry become accustomed to life here and immersed himself in it. Severus hadn't given over half the duties, at least not thus far, taking everything upon himself. perhaps because of Harry's already busy schedule? Not wishing to overwhelm Harry? Even Alfred didn't know his Leader's thoughts, although he knew him best he reckoned. He had been with him since the beginning after all and ensured he survived.

"You can't make me," Harry said sulkily, still hiding under the covers.

"That is true, I cannot," Alfred agreed without preamble.

"Don't you ever sleep?" Harry grumbled as he flung the covers back and slid out of bed, Merlin he missed Severus more than he could fathom. It most certainly wasn't due to the fact he wasn't getting any rest. Not fully at any rate, he just wanted to see him, he missed his presence, especially at night. He had grown addicted to his touch, to the feeling of someone loving him. He'd never thought he would experience that, too afraid to trust anyone, but Severus had forced his trust on him. Flinging the door open, allowing Alfred entrance.

"When you're as old as I am, one is accustomed to their routine, I couldn't sleep longer if I tried," Alfred explained patiently, as he ambled in, his arms filled with paperwork, letters and a large black bound book that Harry was more than familiar with…their schedule. "It's a good thing, I wouldn't have been able to educate Severus to the extent he required to survive this life," he added more thoughtful than chiding.

"What was he like?" Harry asked curiously, moving through to the bathroom, leaving the door open just a little so that the silencing charms weren't activated. So he could continue talking to Alfred while he took a quick shower, having no desire to be more than five minutes in order to be clean before starting his day.

"In what way?" Alfred asked, puttering around while Harry showered, setting everything down, ordering breakfast primarily.

"When you first started training him?" Harry asked, he loved hearing about Severus' life from a perspective that wasn't his or Severus'. He liked hearing about his past, at least the 'past' that wasn't depressing, just like his was. Neither of them spoke about that awful times in their lives unless they had absolutely no choice.

"You're both very similar," Alfred commented, "Both of you are determined, smart, dedicated and resolute in the conviction of leaving the past behind you." Which couldn't be done, not really. The past was always going to be a part of them, regardless of whether or not the culprits behind their abuse – not all of them of course – were dead. Just hiding it wasn't going to do anything at the end of the day. It was, however, their lives, and they could do as they wished, but he would gladly give advice if needed. He did spent a lot of time giving advice, but he left that particular part of their lives alone, not daring to poke it with even a barge pole.

"Not what he was like in that way," Harry complained as he scrubbed and soaped – scentless of course – up his body, the warm water rinsing it away almost immediately.

Alfred let out a long suffering sigh, "Severus refused to believe us at first, I think, stubborn and obstinate, not realizing the gravity of his…burdens. Ironically enough, Severus finding out just how many people were relying on him seemed to break him out of his petulant state, and he begun to work harder than ever."

"How long did it take for him to find out about everyone and his duties?" Harry asked, putting off the shower, exiting the cubicle and wrapping a towel around himself within seconds.

"I made the mistake of not telling him fearing that it would overwhelm him, so it took Glenn a month and a half before he made Severus see exactly what was what. Being told and being shown are two different things, it doesn't compute as easily when told, being shown…it rips the blinders off," Alfred explained seriously.

Harry snorted as he dried himself, "Yeah, you got that right," he hadn't realized the extent of the power Severus held until the party. The amount of people was staggering, the entire grounds of Prince Castle had been overwhelmed with people. He'd known the number, but it was just an empty number until he saw them all. Moving back through to his bedroom, he grabbed his clothes before making his way back into the bathroom.

"Are you ready to hear your schedule or shall we do it after breakfast?" Alfred asked, it seemed Harry was finished discussing everything. Harry was deliberately changing everything up, deciding different times for when he wants things done. He knew Harry was just doing it to be difficult, so it didn't bother him, water down a ducks back and all that. He did prefer a routine though, and Harry was making sure there wasn't one. Perhaps that's how he'd always be, the ying to Severus' yang. Only time would tell whether Harry was doing it because of petulance or if it was just his preference.

"After breakfast," Harry replied, his voice muffled as he changed. "I'm not sure how Severus has been able to do this so long," he confessed quietly, it was only two days and he was beyond his tether.

"You aren't alone, neither was Severus," Alfred commented, just as Harry emerged fully dressed for the day, his robes were resplendent, nothing close to the robes he'd worn to the party of course, those he'd made a definitive impression in. These however, were impressive too, he had four interviews that he was taking in Severus' place for him. As Consort it was within his right to sit in at the meeting, take over it, make decisions and anything else pertaining to the life of a consort. Especially Harry, who wasn't a normal consort, who had no political aspirations.

"Yeah? Then let me have an hour to myself later today," Harry said, as he claimed his seat just as the House-elves put a tray on his table, the succulent scents of foods wafting in front of him. "Thank you," he informed them, before eagerly digging into his food. He didn't need a lot, so he didn't eat a lot, preferring instead to savour the blood in the goblet rather than food. Blood was vital to his survival after all, it would take a very long time to affect him with him being changed though an inheritance vampire as apposed to bitten and changed. He hadn't realized there were so many different kinds of vampires but he'd been proven wrong when immersing himself in the information in the vaults.

"So this is what you were leading up to?" Alfred asked dryly, shaking his head, he should have known sitting down and waiting, not that he had long to wait, the beauty of being vampires…their speed, and ability to get things done with due haste.

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, an innocent look on his face.

Alfred shook his head ruefully, "I can free up your two o'clock, is there a reason and a need?" after a glance at the schedule that had everything he was doing, even eating breakfast, lunch or dinner it was that detailed.

"I'm going to Diagon Alley," Harry explained, he wanted to surprise Severus with a tattoo when he returned, and he knew exactly what he wanted to get. Something that held meaning to both of them, the other day had been the best day of his life, closely followed by actually going to Hogwarts for the first time. A thunderbird, he didn't know what size he wanted yet, but he doubted the pain would be a problem for him. After all he'd been through a little pain was something inconsequential. "Have you heard from Severus?"

"I see," Alfred made a mental note to have a few that Harry trusted to go with him. He'd be less likely to protest when its people he doesn't mind. "And yes, they're doing the final stages now. They believe it will be wrapped up tonight, all it going well."

"Good," Harry said immediately, Severus had promised no more than two days, and this was now the third morning wakening up without his mate at his side. He would complain to Severus when he returned, especially about not keeping his word. Not that he could expect Severus just to drop years' worth of negotiations to please him. He was still entitled to feeling disappointed and let down, even though he understood…right? "I hope he gets back tonight," maybe his tattoo will be finished and fully healed by tonight, unless…unless he decides on a bigger one. One much too big for a single sitting to get done.

He wondered almost gleefully how Severus would react to him getting a tattoo.

"With a little luck he will be," Alfred commented, Severus had been away from his newly bonded for far too long, he would be feeling the pressure to return to him and make sure all was well. Even though he knew through the bond that Harry was just fine, the creatures in them knew just how quickly things could change – in the blink of an eye.

"Yeah," Harry said subdued, he refused to let Severus go anywhere alone again, if he was going to negotiate anything he was coming with. Screw everything else and if Severus fought him on it…well he would be fighting right back ten times harder. This was just ridiculous, a few months ago he would have cursed the fact he missed Severus, now he found himself unable to do anything but miss him.

"After breakfast you have duelling with Aaron, sword fighting with Derek and Rodney and the first meeting that you'll be hosting on your own, nearer the time I'll give you a run-down of details of what the meeting is about and who you're dealing with." Alfred explained, thankfully April wasn't too intimidating for a first meeting, he'd be overseeing of course, to ensure that nobody tries anything on the youngster. He was good, there was no doubt about it, but the others had been doing this for a long, long time. Much longer than Harry had been alive so excuse him for being worried it might go wrong.

"Who is the meeting with?" Harry asked, curious about who he was soon to be dealing with, and whether he knew them or their families. Grinning when he caught sight of the letters from his best friends amongst the mail that had come. Part of him hated growing up, remaining away from his best friends, it was the longest they'd been parted. Even the summer holidays they were constantly over at each other's places just enjoying the summer or making sure each other had done an adequate job on their homework.

"April Fisher, and you are going to be late for Aaron if you don't go now and you know you won't hear the end of it," Alfred stated, Aaron wasn't one for waiting around. He'd proven that repeatedly, not even for his Lord Consort – which incidentally was why Harry liked him so much – he'd left, just gone away back to his room and refused to entertain the notion of helping him. His time was valuable after all, he was one of the best duellers in the country, if not the continent and he wouldn't stand waiting for an unappreciative person to come swarming up twenty minutes late. People pay him thousands upon thousands of galleons to teach their children, and here he was doing it for free as a favour to his lord. To his Lords really. Aaron, Alfred and a few others were the only ones who would get away with it. anyone else would have been severely punished for their impudence. Punishment was demotion in the ranks generally…although if they dared to betray their own it would be death as punishment maybe even torture.

"Yeah, alright, let's get this over with!" Harry sighed, glancing longingly at the letters, he wanted to see what Blaise and Theo had sent to him. At least without Dumbledore at Hogwarts they were safe. Safer than they would have been if Dumbledore had been there – and Him he had to admit despondently – so there was that. Dumbledore wasn't the danger really, no, it was Voldemort. He knew everything now, knew what really happened and well, judging by what happened to the Dursley's, Voldemort was eager to kill him. Strangely enough, Harry seldom thought about it, he was safe here.

The next few hours flew by, as Harry immersed himself in his training, with both magic and swords, both of which he was significantly getting better at. Duelling more so than sword play, but he'd only just started that so it was understandable really. Derek didn't try to mollycoddle him, didn't take pity on him. He taught Harry as if his life depended on it, because he knew one day it might.

"You know if you want to kill me there are easier ways to do it," Harry said as he stared up at Derek and the sword that was levelled at his throat. Levelled it may be, but the metal didn't touch his throat even once.

"There are," Derek agreed, lips twitching just a little, as he moved the sword and put forth his hand in order to help Harry up, not that he needed the help.

Harry accepted the help gaping slightly, he'd just made Derek show emotion, huh, that was new. Not once in the time he'd been practicing his sword work had Derek ever shown emotion. He was the epitome of a perfectly poised vampire, never showing emotion. He was a bitten vampire, but that was as much as he knew about Derek other than his name, he wasn't one for conversation or social interaction from what Harry had seen. He'd tried, but Derek just insisted he was there to teach him, so, that was that attempt down the drain.

"You know what you did wrong?" Derek commented, as Harry lifted his sword up again, getting into position.

"I got overconfident," Harry grumbled, gripping his sword lightly in his hand.

"You read the situation, not my body language," Derek corrected him sternly. "If you had been watching properly you'd have seen I was perfectly in control despite options to the contrary."

Harry nodded curtly in understanding.

"We have ten more minutes, one last duel," Derek stated, and with that both lunged forward, metal clashing on metal as they battled it out. If a human had been there, they wouldn't have caught sight of much of the battle as it were. As they were simply moving too fast for the human eyes to catch everything. The room was bare except the weapons that were attached the walls, the floor had some form of spelled matting down to prevent serious injury, not that it was a danger to vampires since they healed quite easily. The sun gleamed into the room, with the high up windows allowing it entrance, but none of it so much as caused them to falter with the sun in their eyes. It was as if it had been built specifically for this purpose.

Harry was able to fight for longer periods of times without his arms aching so quickly, the more he practiced the more his muscles grew used to the new usages. He would have been sorer for much longer periods of times if he'd been human. As a vampire, he merely ached for a few minutes, ten minutes at the most, before he recovered. He was using muscles he wasn't used to using as both human and vampire.

"You're definitely getting better," Rodney proclaimed as he made his way into the room, as always he was very cheerful and happy. "You might want to stop opening and closing your hand, you're giving away nervous energy."

Harry immediately paused in his actions, keeping his arm loosely at his side. He hadn't even noticed that. Grunting at the distraction costing him precious seconds, just barely able to block the attack to his sternum. Striking back in retaliation, the duel was once again his sole focus.

Retreating sideways avoiding being nicked with the blade, retaliating, as he always did, only this time he actually managed to nick Derek on the shoulder. They didn't cease for a second, until Harry was knocked quite viciously to the ground.

"Oof," Harry grunted as he let out a breath from where he lay on the floor.

"Derek," Rodney barked out, sounding unusual grim. "What do you think you're doing?"

Derek just turned to give Rodney an incredulous look – for anyone who knew Derek anyway since he didn't display his emotions – as if he couldn't believe for a second that the other vampire actually believed he'd do anything to their Lord Consort. "Your opponent will not play fair, they will do anything to win, including playing dirty." He stated gruffly, slightly confused by Rodney's actions, he knew him better than that, surely, quite frankly it was insulting that Rodney would think so little of him. It wasn't the first time in the past few weeks he'd been acting odd either.

"They certainly won't," Harry stated, standing up, glancing briefly between the two vampires, who seem to be trying to figure something out by just staring at each other instead of talking. He honestly didn't care what was going on between them, but a glance at the time told him he had to leave. Whatever byplay they had going on between them, they had better sort it out. He didn't want it affecting his much needed training time. He definitely did need it compared to everyone here. He needed to shower and dress appropriately for the meeting with this April woman.

It wasn't going to be fun, but he had to do his part to keep the alliances and such going.

He was after all Harry James Potter-Prince now.

It certainly wasn't temporarily, he was in it for the long haul, not that he was going to tell anyone that, he'd make them all sweat. Considering the way he'd been brought into this…it would be hardly surprising that he'd choose not to stay.

"It's time," Harry stated, as he always did when he was finished, before moving to the wall and slotting in his sword – he always used the same one – and slotted it into its place. "I'd like an extra lesson, but after Severus is back, I don't have much free time right now." He really liked the swordplay, and the fact Derek didn't seem to treat him with kids gloves, all his tutors did to a certain extent, despite knowing what he was capable of. Derek and Rodney were tutors of sorts…even if they weren't official ones.

Rodney barely concealed his anger and irritation when he realized the boy wasn't talking to him, he was still conversing with Derek as though earlier hadn't happened. He blanched upon seeing the knowing look Harry gave him…he couldn't possibly know…could he?

"I'll be sure to give Alfred the dates and times I'm available," Derek retorted, oblivious to the interaction between Rodney and Harry as he replaced his own sword of choice. It wasn't his, his was in his quarters, he rarely used it, and definitely not for lessons with a newbie. He worked hard, there was no denying that, but he wasn't having his sword being broken by a badly aimed swing, or worse, too much pressure on the sword…for all intents and purposes the boy was still young, a chide, compared to everyone here. No, he'd use the replicas on free availability here in Prince Castle – anything of value was in the vaults – there were a few less valuable real items strewn around, mostly encased in glass to preserve it.

"Good," Harry replied, "See you later," he waved behind him as he moved, he rather hoped he had enough time to read his letters before the meeting. He missed his best friends like crazy, not even the letters could help. It didn't help that he hadn't been able to spend as much time with them before they returned to Hogwarts anyway.

He didn't care who he had to threaten, torture or kill he was spending Christmas with everyone he loved. Severus, Marie, Theo, Blaise and Remus even if it killed him. He hated not being able to see them as often as he was used to. Family meant everything to him, growing up at he did, well, it was hardly surprising.

A quick shower and change later, he was indeed able to read the letters from Blaise and Theo before Alfred came. It might have been a mistake to read them, since he missed them even more.

"Here is the dossier," Alfred handed him the folder, "It's a simple meeting, you'll do fine,"

"She's the owner and founder of a newspaper?" Harry asked, surprised as he read the file on the woman in question.

"News outlets are a way of getting to the general public and keeping the news you don't want getting released from being published." Those who controlled the news controlled the public, its perhaps why the public are so stupid in Britain due to their belief in everything the Daily Prophet says as truth.

"Why not just do this through correspondence? Why does it need to be done in person?" Harry asked as he followed Alfred who would be remaining in the room during the meeting, along with a few others for his 'safety' just as if it were Severus himself here.

"They have been," Alfred pointed out.

"Oh, she's the Irish one then right?" Harry realized he'd actually discussed her with Severus in the past, just in passing mind but still, he'd been trying to get her onside for two months if he recalled correctly.

"It is an Irish newspaper, correct, and April, if you look was born in Dublin," Alfred answered opening the door, "I'll be back momentarily with our guest, you may wish to read the document, since My Lord wishes to have this newspaper under his control."

It was the biggest newspaper in Ireland, and the only one worthy of reading for the truth as a matter of fact.

Harry slid into the seat that Severus always used, a smile twisting his features as he remembered the day he'd stalked into this room and kissed Severus for the first time. Touching his lips in amusement, he'd been anxious then, even though he knew instinctively all would be well, now though, if he did this he'd be full of confidence.

This was his first true trial then, to see if he could help Severus with being Consort and Lord to the Princes'. Flipping through the information, he realized that Severus had offered her a great deal of money to buy the newspaper. With her still being 'owner' so to speak at least according to the public, but everyone else, including the journalists would know the change of owner and would be silenced via oaths and such. Interesting, not that the amount would in any way be detrimental to them, it would be back in their coffers within what…a few years depending on the profit margin.

"Good morning, April Fisher, my name is Harry Prince, please be seated," Harry said to the witch, she was tall and slender with the reddest hair he'd seen, even brighter than Ginevra Weasley's a girl from Gryffindor a year younger than him.

"Thank you," she said, glancing around the room, clearly very nervous, but standing proud and tall, refusing to show her fear at the intimidating settings.

"Shall we get down to business?" Harry stated, she was a business woman, she would appreciate that he thought.

He was quite correct, she nodded firmly relaxing as she and Harry begun to negotiate.

Harry left Prince Castle with a book and a self-inking quill, and a pocket full of galleons feeling very smug and satisfied. His meeting had been successful and the woman had signed over the paper, agreeing to make it look as though she was the owner still, but with stipulations...she didn't want to end up in trouble after all and Harry respected that. Nobody seemed surprised by his success, which meant they had a lot of trust in him.

Refraining from complaining at his entourage, he would never get used to it, but he'd need to endure it. It was better than the alternative, he didn't want to die. whether it be by the hands of the enemies of the Prince coven or Voldemort. Both would be quite happy to kill him, one to aim to hurt Severus and the other…well simply because he was the one that got away. He was a good dueller but he wasn't good enough to hold his own against a large number.

Still, having to follow someone all the time was bound to be boring, he knew he would be going out of his mind with the tedium of it.

Trying to tell them to go do their own thing wouldn't work either, they would not risk their Lord's Consort, no matter how persuasive the argument was or what was offered.

His first stop was the tattoo parlour, he ignored the looks of alarm the others wore, it was his body, he could do what he wished. He did not need Severus' permission, plus, he reckoned that Severus figured he'd get one. He didn't ask things just for the sake of it at the end of the day. They were all old fashioned though, and viewed him as the female in the relationship due to his 'consort' status and that would need to stop.

"Can I help you?" came a voice further in the room, causing each of them tense and go on the defensive.

"I'd like to see about getting a tattoo," Harry replied calmly, ignoring everyone, hoping that the tattooist would do the same.

"Come back when you're legal," he grunted already turning around, clearly not interested.

"I'm emancipated and married…I couldn't be more legal if I tried," Harry said dryly, "Unless…of course, you don't want your shop doing well?" subtly threatening him that he'd make sure his shop didn't do well if he was refused.

Narrowing his eyes, glancing at the others briefly before shrugging his shoulders, "Follow me," he took a few steps before adding, "You won't all fit in my office," with that he entered the aforementioned room, which housed dozens of pictures of drawings, and a seat that transformed into a bed with a touch of a wand so that if anyone was getting say a tattoo on their back, they could use it to rest.

Harry found himself immersed in the pictures, while only one of his watchers came in, the others remained on guard, throughout the tattoo parlour, making the other patrons wary.

"Have you had a Tattoo done before?" he was asked.

"No, and before you ask my pain tolerance is acceptable level for a tattoo, I'd like to see your portfolio if you will," Harry asked, wishing to see what he had done in the past. Not that he was going to change his mind, there wasn't much in the way of magical tattoo parlours in the UK. There was like seven in total, only one in Diagon Alley, and he wouldn't trust the one in Knockturn Alley if he was offered it for free, too many bad reviews in the paper.

The wizard himself was covered in tattoos, beautifully coloured and artistically designed. The wizard used magic to give Harry his portfolio, with his name branded across it Daniel Briscoe. Who had a look of approval on his face. Glad to see he was at least a little bit smarter than most people. He'd been irritated when the boy came in with a group people, it was annoying, more so if they were teenagers. However, despite their presence they were silent, non-judgemental and watchful. He wasn't sure who Harry was exactly but he must mean a lot to the one who has over five guards on watch to protect him. It seemed this might not be a rush judgement or someone believing they knew better.

"These are real good," Harry said, as he flipped through the book of work he had done. "You've got an affinity for animals, they're definitely better than anything else." Which was great, it was exactly what he wanted.

"It's my passion," Briscoe stated.

"I want a thunderbird, on my back," Harry explained, the room looked clean and tidy, this was definitely the place to get it. "It's natural colours, how many times will I need to come back for it to be finished?"

"Depends on how big you want it," Briscoe explained, surprised he wasn't expecting to leave one hour later with his tattoo complete. He wasn't sure how many times he'd had to explain to his customers that it took more than just a single hour of work to get a large piece done.

"Across my shoulder blade, my left one," Harry decided against getting one across the entirety of his back. "This is what I want," handing over the picture of the thunderbird he'd gone to see with Severus. He'd had it printed with ease, magic was wonderful at a lot of things.

"Including the thunder lines?" Briscoe asked, wondering if he wanted just the thunderbird or everything in the photo he had brought along as visual aid.

"Yes, exactly as is," Harry nodded, getting rather excited, it might seem impulsive but Harry wasn't an impulsive person, he wanted this and he rarely changed his mind. There were only a few times whereupon he had actually changed his mind over time.

With that the tattooing began. The wand was used to soak up the ink, and within moments he was testing to see his pain response. Once that was well and truly tested, a magical stencil was used to ensure it was exactly what he wanted. Then using his wand, he began to ink Harry, continuing on for exactly one hour.

Neither the tattooist or Harry could remain for longer, the tattooist had another appointment and Harry had to return to Prince Castle. After Briscoe gave Harry all the details for aftercare, and a few potions they made a follow up appointment so that he could get his tattoo finished. Harry gave Briscoe his payment and a generous tip for being decent about his entourage being there.

"Thank you," Harry said, placing his aftercare instructions and potions into his pocket.

"See you next week," Briscoe said in farewell, having already marked the appointment in his book.

They'd barely just exited the shop and closed the door….

"We have to go," one of his entourage spoke up, sounding tense and alert.

Harry zoned in on who spoke, Marcus if he remembered the voice correctly, "What's going on?" he demanded, noticing them all acting weird.

"Get him out of here," Marcus ordered.

"I don't think so," Harry barked, "What is going on?"

"Let's go," Rodney spoke, trying to grab a hold of Harry and Apparate him away.

"Don't you dare touch me," Harry growled, "What's going on?"

"Prince Castle is under attack, in cases like these we get you out of harms way, the longer you delay the worse it will be for everyone," he retorted angrily. Marcus wasn't in the mood for putting up with any petulance from anyone while his brothers were in danger.

"With Severus away I cannot abandon Prince Castle," Harry shook his head, "Take me back, I'm in charge, now!"

The vampires glanced at each other, clearly conflicted, what he said was one hundred percent accurate, but it contradicted with orders they'd had in the past. They were always supposed to get the Prince Consort and the children – not that Harry had any – out of harms way then wade into battle.

Harry just hissed in irritation before Apparating away before any of his bodyguards could act.

"Shit," cursed Rodney and Marcus in sync before all of them apparated to Prince Castle, hoping against hope they weren't going to have to tell their leader that his consort was missing or worse dead.

There we go! So who will be attacking? An old enemy? who became aware of Severus' plans? Who is betraying them? Is it someone close to them? Or is it those who are allying themselves to him trying to take over the seat of power in order to become the ultimate power? Will Severus return during the battle or will he only return afterwards? Not sure whether I've decided to make this Mpreg...I really didn't write a document on this, well I did but its all mixed information due to the times I've gone and edited it! Quite frankly its a mess! if anyone has any time and wants to go over it for me...it would be greatly appreciated! If you want more information just PM and I'll explain! As for this being a very VERY small cliffhanger I promise you wont wait months for an update...although I'm beginning to hate battles LMAO! . ugh I think though that I will make this one a bit like Pretty Boy when it comes to battles ;) hehe a bit gory! and would you like a more detailed description of Harry and him getting his tattoo? R&R please!