Yo! There's the chapter.
Before reading, know that the pace of the events is slow, so bear with it.
Now, the reviews:
Guest review: I really like suspense lmao, I hope you enjoy it too.
Skotos07: Well, you better write one for this chap!
NaissaM: Nah no way he's lucky this boy is fated to live pitifully… Don't be sad, it will get better… Nvm I lied.
As always, this chap was edited by Webstriker, and you should all be thankful, especially for this chap who was a mess, you'll get why at the end.
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Everything was happening as planned. The Potter boy was where he needed to be, or at least not a whole universe away anymore, and another sister was finally going to die. The only issues were Harry's rushed travel and the unknown threat still hiding. Because of the first he was now unable to communicate with the kid and the second was still bothering him.
The communication issue was not that bad since the kid had shown some sign of improvement in his silent and wandless casting in the graveyard. It was a single occurrence, but it was still good improvement. It was different from the time he used it when he snapped his teacher's leg. Back then his anger took control of his Magic, while this time it was out of desperation and tiredness. Desperation was good for Magic and added to his tired state, he managed to just 'want' it to happen without thinking too much about how it would work or not. The only thing he needed now was to remember how it felt and apply it. Chaos still struggled to understand how someone could be this slow about it, while being able to do so many things that were way harder. It was beyond him.
The unknown threat was starting to really annoy him. He spent the last few weeks thinking really hard about it. He had listed every hypothesis in his head and started crossing them one by one, however it still left too many of them to draw a conclusion. The major part of the issue laid on the fact that the Hecatonchire somehow managed to cross dimensions, because he was a hundred percent sure there were none alive in Harry Potter's world. No one was supposed to have knowledge of the attack. It meant that someone else had the ability to cross dimensions, and that someone was an enemy.
"The boy will have to improve fast…" Chaos muttered to himself. "Maybe it's time to speed things up."
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Lord Voldemort had every reason to be pissed right now. He had finally regained a body, but his plan had been ruined. Longbottom was still alive, and his body felt weaker. Being angry did not prevent him from thinking about his next plan.
No one seemed aware about him being back, so he would use it wisely and present himself at the perfect time. But before that he needed something, a way to be sure he was going in the right direction. He needed the prophecy. Since that night in 1981, something was lingering in the back of his mind, for the first time in his life Lord Voldemort dreaded someone. It was not like the old man in Hogwarts, he knew the latter well and did not fear him. However, something ominous came from that kid and the part of the prophecy he heard years before. It was not supposed to happen, and he would make sure it would not happen again.
He would bid his time like he always did, and strike at the perfect time. Fortunately, some of his servants that came back had useful connections in high places. It would make the prophecy a lot more reachable and would serve useful to dirty Dumbledore's and Longbottom's names. The less support they had from public opinion, the better it was for him.
But for now, he had to enlarge his manpower.
"Severus, come!"
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Voldemort was pensive. His plan had been greatly disturbed by Potter's kidnapping. He had almost killed Crouch in a fit of rage when he first heard that the boy was now within their custody. So many things could have gone wrong, and the senile old coot had weeks to search for the boy. It meant that his perfect plan had been ruined.
However, being who he was, he managed to not kill one of the two only servants he had at the time. He quickly decided to put a Fidelius around the Riddle Manor. It took a toll on him, and he had needed to recover for a few days. After that he made sure every trace left in the surrounding area disappeared, the task was especially more difficult because of his inability to walk by himself and took him out for another few days.
In the end, everything passed smoothly, and he recovered his body after so much time. Everything was perfect, Harry Potter was in his grasp, his servants were back, and his power, while still a little febrile, was back too.
His first surprise was the boy's little wandless feat. Surely nothing more than accidental magic, he was sure of it, but still interesting. The second thing was his mental power, he managed to overthrow his own Imperius curse. While his power was still not at his peak, it was nonetheless a proof of the boy's mental fortitude. The third thing was just before the wand incident, Voldemort felt magic dangerously gathering where the boy stood. At first he had no idea about what the boy would do with it and was reminded of the prophecy. Without thinking about it, his killing curse was already on its way to kill the boy.
Then he just disappeared into thin air. The magic he was gathering was probably the way he escaped, but using magic in that way was not something he was supposed to learn in Hogwarts. Gathering energy was supposed to be only useful to blast away things, or that was what Lord Voldemort thought at first. But what he saw that day instilled fear in his heart, as the prophecy ringed through his mind.
But it appeared that the boy had disappeared and that the old man had announced his return, s-o his plan was now in motion. He would get his hands on the prophecy eventually. He heard from Snape that even Dumbledore had no idea of Potter's whereabouts and still had not officially announced his disappearance.
This piece of information made him think of a brand-new plan.
"Wormtail!"
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Harry still did not understand why it was happening, but he was now in Albus Dumbledore's office and the latter was informing him about his future accommodation. His head was still fuzzy, and he could not think straight. However, one thing was clear in his mind, he had no money, and he did not want to be a freeloader, especially not in front of his parents.
Not your parents, you bloody idiot! He reminded himself harshly.
He knew he would have to live with them for two months, but he had set his mind to not get too close to them. It was a painful decision; he craved to know them, to be liked by them, but he knew if he got attached, he would suffer when the time for him to leave would come, and he did not want that. It was very selfish, and he knew it, but in his mind he would not hurt anyone by doing so. He heard that they had a daughter who was the same age as him, it meant that he did not exist in this world, they could not miss someone who had never existed, whereas Harry could.
Harry did not notice it at first, but it has been some time since the headmaster had stopped talking and was looking at him pensively.
"Sorry professor." He said apologetically. "It's just… a lot to take in."
"No worries young man, take your time."
"You're sure you can't let me leave? Or at least stay at Hogwarts? Staying with them will be… really awkward." He tried his best to sound and look miserable and look like a lost puppy.
"Alas, my boy, how could I call myself an educator if I was to leave a fourteen-year-old student by himself?" The puppy face did not seem to work. "About Hogwarts, I am its only resident during the summer break. However, given the circumstances, I will have to move a lot during the break, to find a way for you to go back home."
Albus Dumbledore was someone who could make someone feel guilty, in both dimensions. Harry sighed defeated, he knew his Albus Dumbledore well, especially since he had to spend his detentions with him. One thing he had learned about him was that one could not win against him in an argument. And it seemed that the two Dumbledore he knew shared that same quality.
"Do not worry and just enjoy your time with them, they are quite the lovely people I assure you. You were given a chance that a lot would love to get…" Something passed in his eyes. "I will come from time to time, we still have a lot to discuss, about your world," He looked at him pointedly, as if he knew Harry did not say everything. "And about your fifth year in our lovely Hogwarts."
Harry's head whipped upwards to look at the headmaster. "What do you mean professor, I can't… I mean we're not even sure I won't be home by then. Plus, I don't even have an identity here." Harry said quickly, stumbling on his words.
"Do not fret my boy, if we find a way for you to go back before, then no harm done. However, if we don't, at least my counterpart will be happy to learn that your education could still be continued under those circumstances."
Harry could not think of any answer nor way to escape his accommodation.
"There are still things I will need to ask you, my boy if you don't mind." Albus Dumbledore continued with a more serious tone. "I am well aware of the fact that our worlds are different, and the living proof of that statement. However, as you know, Voldemort is still a constant in both of our universe and did not die fourteen years ago." Harry started to dread what was coming; it reminded him of something he tried his best to forget. "You may not be able to answer my question, but I may regret it later if I refrain myself from asking."
"Does your Albus Dumbledore find out how Voldemort managed to stay alive this whole time?" His face did not look too hopeful, as if he knew there was no way Harry knew about it even if his headmaster knew it. Or maybe it was just arrogance, Harry could not quite say.
Harry thought for a second about the repercussions of his answer. The Neville Longbottom from this universe was most likely a Horcrux, just like him. And Harry heard from his headmaster that he had no idea on how to take it out from him. From what he gathered with the prophecy, he had to die for the Horcrux to be destroyed, it was the only thing that made sense according to the prophecy. However, thanks to Chaos, Harry had a new solution. However, Neville might not have one, and might be a sacrifice for their war.
Dumbledore was now looking at him intensely, his silence seemed to have raised his hopes.
"It's… not a cool story either." He laughed nervously. "Was the Chamber of Secrets opened two years ago?"
The headmaster nodded gravely. He rummaged through his office for a few seconds and took it out. Tom Riddle's diary. It was like the one back home, pierced in the middle by what he supposed to be a Basilisk fang.
"Well, back home when I was training, I noticed something weird within myself. Something that did not belong here." Harry gulped, still finding it hard to accept, and it was the first time he talked about that with anyone other than Chaos and his Dumbledore. "Something that felt exactly like that diary."
Dumbledore's face darkened considerably, the twinkle in his eyes was gone.
"When I explained it to my headmaster, he told me it was a Horcrux."
The air suddenly felt heavy, and the room filled with what Harry identified as magic. However, Harry did not feel uncomfortable, rather he liked the feeling and tried to immerse himself into it. Only for a short time though, as it disappeared the moment Dumbledore seemed to recompose himself, so Harry deduced it was his magic that had leaked.
"Tom…" He murmured to himself before sighing deeply. "Sorry for getting carried away, I would have never imagined he would…"
He did not finish his sentence, but Harry knew what he meant, his Dumbledore had said the same. Both of them unable to imagine Voldemort going that far.
Suddenly, Dumbledore seemed to catch on something as he looked at him.
"You mean… Neville?" Harry did not need to ask, he understood perfectly, he just nodded.
Dumbledore dropped his face into his hands.
"Did your Dumbledore maybe tell you about how to destroy a Horcrux?"
"No, the next thing he told me was the prophecy, so I kind of guessed."
"You both are so young…"
"My Dumbledore told me to not be bothered by the prophecy, that it was only words uttered by humans, that I was not bound by it. The only reason it happened was that Voldemort himself made it happen after hearing about it." Harry tried to reassure the headmaster. While doing so he remembered something, and a fire ignited inside him once again.
"Then he is wiser than me." He redressed himself. "Thank you young Harry for your answers, you have helped me, and the entire wizard community. I think it is time for you to join your family, they seem to be waiting for you in front of the door."
Harry did not care at the moment; his mind was elsewhere.
"Professor, would you mind sharing the name of the person who leaked the prophecy? I just wanted to compare with the one from my world." It was a lie, and by the way Dumbledore was looking at him, he did not fool him.
The latter seemed to be thinking about it for a few seconds.
"I guess it would not do you any harm since the man disappeared a long time ago." He finally said. "It was a man named Severus Snape."
Harry was in some sort of a trance; Dumbledore had let the Potters inside his office for a few minutes now. They were discussing something, it might have been something interesting to hear, but Harry could not care less.
His mind was in turmoil, Severus Snape, his Potions teacher back home. In this universe it seemed that he never was one, instead he was a full-fledged Death Eater. He knew their worlds were different and it was unlikely that the spy was the same as back home. However, everything seemed to fit, he knew Snape had been a Death Eater in his World, his headmaster had confirmed it. The only issue was the fact that he still was a teacher in Hogwarts was weird, sure Dumbledore had a history with recruiting suspicious teachers, but it was only in the D.A.D.A. position. Moreover, Dumbledore had vehemently vouched for Slytherin's head back then, why would he vouch for someone that had caused the death of Harry's parents, and ruined Sirius' life.
Harry was removed from his thoughts by another person's entrance in the office. He had never seen her in his life. It was a girl, about his age, she had thick straight pitch-black hair. It was short but not too much; it sat just above her shoulders. Her features were well defined and felt very familiar. Harry understood why she felt so familiar when she noticed her eyes, almond shaped bright green eyes. They were the same he had seen in his first year in the Erised mirror, the same he had seen earlier on Lily Potter, the same he saw every time he was in front of a glass. She wore a Gryffindor uniform and had a broom on her shoulder.
She walked leisurely in the direction of her mother, apparently not noticing him, however her face showed some nervousness, maybe because she was in the headmaster's office.
"Uncle Siri told me you were looking for me?" She asked her parents, still not noticing him, Harry thought it was better that way. For some reason he was fearing something bad would happen if their eyes happened to meet.
Maybe our universe will collide? Or will we suddenly start merging? Harry thought to himself.
Before James and Lily could say anything, a popping sound came from above him. He had no time to react when a weight dropped on his head. His body still conditioned by the recent events, he tried to reach for his wand. When he could not get it, the painful realization hit again, his wand had been destroyed in the graveyard. The movement seemed to have gathered everyone's attention.
"Ah, it seems that my dear friend Fawkes finally deigned to make an appearance. Young Harry, I hope you don't mind his… accommodation." Albus and two of the four Potters laughed.
However, for the two last Potter, time seemed to have stopped. Green met green, and for what seemed to be an eternity, no one moved. Harry's mind was getting ready for an explosion or something similar, but nothing happened. They just looked at each other, while doing so, he noticed freckles on her face that he did not see at first.
After a long moment, Harry felt claws take support on his head, it was not very painful, but it was enough unpleasant to break him from his trance.
"Erm… Hello?" He said awkwardly to the girl who seemed to be his counterpart.
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Daphne Potter never was a role model student, she blamed her dad for that, and her uncles. Their influence outweighed her mom's. However, she was still her mother's daughter, she tried to never go too far, and for example get the headmaster involved. That was why she got nervous when her Uncle Siri called her in the middle of her flight to tell her that her parents were waiting for her in the headmaster's office.
While she was walking, she reviewed everything she had done the last few days in her head, trying to understand why she was called and maybe prepare something to defend herself.
Maybe they learned about my trips to the kitchens after the curfew? And maybe dad wants me to give back the cloak?
While she was asking herself these questions, she had arrived in front of the office, the gargoyle who was supposed to guard the entrance was unusually wide open. She arrived in front of the wooden door, took a deep breath to calm herself and knocked on the door. Without warning the door opened by itself, she confidently walked towards her parents and respectfully greeted the headmaster.
The moment she asked her parents the reason for her being called here, something weird happened. Before she could get her answer, an odd sound resounded to her left, she distractedly looked at it and found herself face to face with someone she had never seen before. It was a skinny boy, about her age with a ragged Gryffindor uniform, that was her first impression of him. The second impression was the one that left her gobsmacked. When she looked at his face, the first thing she noticed was his untidy hair and his scar. The same one Neville had. Finally, her eyes met his, and her mind froze, she knew those eyes, she saw them every morning in front of the mirror. The same eyes she inherited from her mother, the same eyes that her little sister had.
It was not until the boy talked that she registered his extreme resemblance he bore with her dad.
"Bloody hell! Did I have a twin that you hid from me?" She did not answer the boy and instead looked at her parents.
"Language!" Her mom immediately admonished her.
Daphne apologized sheepishly to her and the headmaster. The latter did not seem to mind as a light smile adorned his face. Seeing that she was not in trouble and that no one seemed interested in answering her, she turned to face the stranger.
"So, who are you supposed to be?" She asked rather aggressively.
The boy's face was blank, but his hands were tightly clasped together making his nervousness apparent.
"Erm… My name's Harry," His voice was really weird, it was as if it was filled with a lot of different emotions and at the same time completely blank. "And I'm not exactly from around here."
His eyes were looking at the three adults present, as if he was trying to escape the situation by making them intervene. There was no way she was letting that happen.
"How could you not be from here? You wear a Gryffindor uniform, even if it looks like it stayed for a whole month in the Forbidden Forest."
His gaze was once again directed at one of the adults and this time, her dad decided to intervene.
"Sweetheart, Harry right here will be our guest for the summer break." Daphne's hypothesis about him being her twin did not seem too far-fetched right now. "About him being your twin, well you're not very far of the truth…"
He got interrupted by her mother hitting his shoulder.
"Don't give her the wrong idea! It's already hard enough to understand." She reprimanded him.
"Alright, alright, no need to be violent…" He said with a slight smile. "Erm, it's actually not easy to explain… Like he said, his name is Harry, Harry Potter. And no, it's not your hidden twin." He told her, anticipating her next question.
"But… you said you had no relatives." She looked at the boy again. "Look at him, he's the spitting image of you in your school pictures."
"Well yeah, except maybe the eyes, but that's not the point." Daphne thought that it definitely was. "What I'm trying to say is that he came from a place where there's another Hogwarts, where there's another Professor Dumbledore, and where he's the boy-who-lived."
Daphne looked around her, waiting for someone to break down in laughter and say everything was a joke. But no one did, and they all wore serious expressions on their faces, except for the boy, his face was still blank. But judging by the whitening joints in his hands, he was nervous. She threw a last glance to Professor Dumbledore, thinking that maybe he'll suddenly morph into Tonks, but nothing happened.
"What… What do you mean? Another boy-who-lived? Another Hogwarts? Another Professor Dumbledore? That's not possible."
"We wouldn't have believed him too at first." He smiled apologetically to Harry. "But he came with some solid proof, and Professor Dumbledore vouched for him. Harry came from another universe, and due to some… circumstances he ended up here." It felt to her that her father was still hiding something. However, she was too overwhelmed to try and care about anything.
She looked at her father, then at the boy, and did it again five more times. "It means Ivy…"
The boy went ahead of her. "I don't have any siblings." He said, his voice still weird, she was not able to tell if he cared or not.
Well, that's awkward. And strange, a lot more awkward than strange though.
"Erm, okay well, I was going to fly a for a while, so if it was all you were going to tell me…"
Her father nodded to her. "Why don't you go fly with her Harry, we have some things to discuss with the headmaster."
For the first time since she saw the boy, he smiled widely.
I guess flying is a Potter thing, wherever you're from.
"Ah and before I forget, he's technically a few days older than you." Daphne had no idea why her mother would bother giving her this piece of information. "And if someone asks, he's your cousin."
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Daphne Greengrass was thankful, if not for Mr. Black intervention she would have been alone and bored in the stands. At first she liked to watch her best friend fly, but after four years, it became boring. She would have loved to go and fly with her, but she was rubbish on a broom. Trying to go and fly with a Potter with her amount of skill was bound to fail, she knew it from experience. Because at first she did not want to give up, eager to share a hobby with her best friend, and even Mr. Potter had tried in vain to 'coach' her during summer break after their second year. And while he still told her that she was not that bad, she refused to humiliate herself more than she had in front of him.
That is how she found herself going to the pitch with Daphne once again. The weather was particularly good and since Quidditch had been cancelled this year, her best friend was eager to fly so she reluctantly accepted to go with her. When they arrived on the pitch, her saviour miraculously appeared; Mr. Black told her goddaughter that her parents were waiting for her in the headmaster's office.
After the relief passed, the blond started worrying for her best friend. What could have been so important that she had to meet them in the headmaster's office? Now that she thought about it, it could have something to do with Longbottom, he always managed to mess things up. When she asked Mr. Black about it, he told her to not worry about it, that it has something to do with a member of her family. He merely smiled mysteriously after, not willing to give more information.
"I hope I didn't interrupt your time together?" He asked with a wide smile on his face. He knew.
"You have no idea how terrible it is Mr. Black, it's soooo boring! At least when it's Quidditch there's something on the line, something to see, but now there's nothing, she just flies, and I have to watch her. I can't even join her because I'm rubbish on a broom!" She ranted to him, she liked Mr. Black, he was funny, and Daphne's godfather too.
His bark-like laughter echoed across the field. "You remind me of myself, blondie." She pouted at the nickname he had started using last year, she already told him to not call her like that, but he did not seem to care. That was the reason she always called him Mr. Black instead of Sirius despite him telling her to stop. "You know I was pretty much the same with James during our Hogwarts year? I was, just like you, rubbish on a broom. That's part of the reason I got my bike, that, and the fact that it's so much cooler than a broom. Do you know what I did when I got fed up with his flying?"
She shook her head, that was the first time she heard of this story.
"I called our two other friends to get bored together with me." He smiled brightly at her, as if what he just said resolved everything. "Don't look at me like that, it's on you if you insist on not making any other friends. And you could always ask James for another flying lesson, maybe you'll become better than Ivy."
They ended up talking for a while, the exchange mostly consisted of Sirius teasing her and her heated answers. Nevertheless, she had a lot of fun, she always liked to talk with Mr. Black since he was funny and so easy going, she liked the fact that he never took anything too seriously.
After a while, Sirius's gaze focused on something behind her. "Ah there they come. I will leave you between younglings, this old man has someone waiting for him." He faked an aged voice, while standing up.
She turned around and saw Daphne walking in their direction, broom on her shoulder, and someone was accompanying her. It was a boy, he was smaller than her friend, so it was definitely not Longbottom. When they arrived close enough for the blonde to clearly see his features, she almost choked out of air. The newcomer looked like another Mr. Potter, younger that is, and his eyes were the same colour as Mrs. Potter and her two daughters. It was as if Daphne just got a twin, or a one-year younger brother.
She told me her father didn't have any relatives though. She told herself while waiting for them, she also noticed that Sirius had left her alone.
"Daphne?" Both of them looked at the one who talked.
His face was still blank, but his eyes were fixed on the blonde, his mouth slightly opened. She defiantly looked back at him, daring him to make any comments.
"Yeah that's her." The Potter girl nervously said to him. "The one I told you about. And Daphne, this is Harry, my cousin. He has some circumstances, so he will spend the summer break with us."
"Your father doesn't have relatives, you told me so yourself." She answered vehemently. "And he looks just like your father, and he got your mom's eyes." She looked back at him, and at least he had closed his mouth.
"My parents are dead." He said quietly, his voice was very weird, she could not decipher his tone.
Daphne clasped her hands in front of the mouth. She had been insensitive, trying to imply that James Potter was his father when he probably just lost his parents.
"I'm sorry, I didn't…"
The boy waved his hands in front of his face. "I don't mind." Now she understood why she could not decipher his tone, his voice felt full of emotions, going from happy to depressed but at the same time was completely blank. It made no sense.
Maybe it's because of a trauma?
"Let's not get too awkward! Harry's here to fly with me, I want to see if he's worth something."
The blonde sighed, it seemed that her friend did not lose the track, she came here to fly, and she was going to fly no matter what. "You don't need me then." She turned to leave.
"Daffy, if you walk one more step, I'll have your skin." Came the angry fake voice of her best friend. "Don't act like you have something better to do. And you won't be alone, we only got one broom, so when one of us flies the other will stay with you."
She looked at Harry awkwardly, but he was not looking at her, his eyes were focused on the broom that Daphne carried. She did not like staying with boys, she thought that they were all stupid and she was awkward around them. Her parents agreed with her, and even Mr. and Mrs. Potter said she was not wrong.
I'll just act like he's Daph, or Mr. Potter since he looks just like them anyways.
Before she could say anything Harry asked her friend. "Can I go first? It's been some time since I last flew."
She analysed his face for a few seconds, and contrary to what the blonde thought, she actually let him. It was something surreal, Daphne Potter delaying her broom time.
"Who are you, and what have you done to my friend Daph?" She asked her when he got on the broom.
She smacked her arm playfully. "Oh shush, let's see if his Potter genes are only there for his looks."
"Bloody hell, who is he trying to impress?" The blond exclaimed, still in awe with the crazy stunt Harry Potter pulled on Daph's broom.
He landed a few seconds later, his hair even messier than they were before and his smile was reaching his ears. With the states of his clothes, he looked like a mad scientist that just had been given something to experiment on. That was when she noticed his Gryffindor uniform, it made no sense that he had one and even if someone was kind enough to give him one, why would it be so depraved? However, her best friend seemed to have noticed her gaze, and before she could ask anything, she got her answer.
"Dad thought it would be funny to make him look like that." She said awkwardly. "Okay, it's my turn now!"
Without even looking back she got on her broom and started pulling moves that were as reckless as Harry just did. As if she was trying to compete with him. Knowing her, she was sure that was exactly what she was doing.
The fair-haired girl tried her best to not look at her best friend's cousin, she did not want him to believe that she wanted to talk to him, because she did not. She was awkward with boys, and the boy she was the closest to was Longbottom, and she did not even like him, the only reason for that was because he was the godson of James and Lily Potter. He spent a lot of time with them during holidays, she knew it because she was there too since her first year.
Fortunately, Harry was being too engrossed with the flying to pay any attention to her, and that is how they spent the afternoon. After more or less two hours the Potter's parents talked with their daughter and left with the boy.
"He's going back with them; I'll just take the Hogwarts Express with you." She explained to the blond.
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TADAAAAAA!
I swear the Daphne Greengrass part made my brain melt, it was such a pain to write that I cut the chap here. Normally I wanted to write a little more, but my brain couldn't take it. I'll find something that'll make it less messy.
I might not update for a few weeks, I still got a few exams to pass so I can't promise anything. If I don't give any news I should be back by the 17th of June or smth. I'll still be available by PM if you have any question about the story or the schedule so don't hesitate.
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