Walking Dead Wizard

Chapter 130

Harry stretched out, his body aching from being stuck in the same position for so long and groaned in satisfaction. Getting old sucked, he hadn't really noticed all these aches and pains until after he gave birth. The potions had made him realize just how much actually bloody ached. It didn't help that it was a given due to the abuse he'd suffered as a child it would likely be permanent according to Severus. He should know, he suffered from similar aches. It did not help that he spent his entire life – for the most part – down in the dungeons where it was cold. "We better get going the meeting's about to start."

"That ain't for another half an hour," Daryl retorted, laying across the sofa, booted feet and all. He was foolish to think just because he used to be able to stay up all night that he could do it now. Which apparently, he couldn't, it was fucking exhausting. Even between the pair of them, and silencing spells, yeah, it was difficult.

"Should have left earlier," Harry told him, much to Daryl's incredulity. "What? Do you realize how many times we're going to be stopped before we manage to get to the meeting hall?" it might not have originally been a meeting hall but that's what they'd use it as now.

The horrified look on Daryl's face almost had Harry laughing, his poor antisocial husband. Smirking at him, he added, "Don't worry you can just go ahead." Everyone was used to Daryl's ways by now, truthfully, he was more sociable than he used to be back when the group joined the three of them at the Quarry.

All the attention would be on the twins anyways.

"I'll come," Daryl replied, standing up, stretching out himself, still getting used to the lack of weapons on himself, Harry didn't have any either. They didn't want to risk the twins getting hurt with blades, so they were relegated to the side of the rooms for now, they'd need to find somewhere high for them to be put once the twins were moving but they had a great deal of time before that applied to Hunter and Artemis. According to the books they'd start to stand roughly nine to twelve months, and walking between ten and eighteen months. Although the thing that worried them was potential accidental magic. There was no denying Harry was extremely powerful and his children had the potential to be.

Daryl grunted, but ultimately moved to stand up, but Harry's hand on his shoulder put paid to that. "You don't have to come, you know, I'll take care of it. Let you know exactly what's been said and done. Take some time away if you feel the need to." Cupping his jaw and his thumb brushed back and forth, the week worth of hair growth bristling as he did so. Daryl always needed time to decompress, to go hunting, and that hadn't changed in all the years they'd been together. Sometimes they actually went together and spent most of the time in total silence. Not something they can do now though they'd likely have a million volunteers until the twins got a little older. The novelty would wear off, just like it had when Judith was a baby. A small smile played across his face, recalling even Daryl had been drawn to the baby. It seemed he liked coining all babies little ass-kickers.

Daryl had coped for days while he was pretty much out of it, he wouldn't begrudge him having a few days to himself.

"Ima coming," Daryl stated, determined, and not that he'd admit it to anyone, he was curious, information was king, whereas money was before.

"Alright," Harry murmured in agreement, the next five minutes was spent getting the twins into the car seats, which doubled as a twin buggy combo. It was small, manoeuvred easily and dismantled without difficulty. The others they'd tried irritated them both, to the extent they were still half built and still down in the trunk. They'd need to hunt for a bigger one when the twins grew, but for now they were satisfied.

"What do you think McGonagall wants to talk about so much that she's coming for the meeting?" Daryl questioned, it was very rare that she came, he'd met her like twice, usually Severus and Hermione came in her place or because they felt like it.

"Probably has something big," Harry murmured, a frown on his face, "And likely to see the twins as well." Everyone always wanted to see the babies. For her to come though? Daryl was right, she must want something big, she must think it would take all her convictions to get him to agree to whatever it is.

"What do you think it could be?" Daryl asked, opening the front door, and carrying the front of the stroller, which Harry for some reason called a buggy. It certainly wouldn't catch on here, and you wouldn't hear him calling it a buggy.

"Must be something to do with Hogwarts, perhaps the Ocean's children?" Harry mused, as he closed the front door, he didn't bother locking it, there was no point really. None of the houses had anything of value that people wanted to steal, changed world and all. "They don't have a magical guardian or a parent to represent them, but I did save and protect them, I'm the closest thing to a magical guardian they have, I guess. Doesn't seem likely though."

Harry was right about one thing though; they were stopped numerous times while they walked to the meeting hall with the twins. Each of them had a story or anecdote to tell, gushing over the twins, they were currently asleep, and cute as a button apparently. Lori and Carol decided to go and observe the meeting along with Judith, Carl and Sophia, who they were about to meet up with before attending the meeting. Harry had to promise Sophia that she'd get to meet them properly, at the house, not out in the street.

It was zero surprise that it looked like everyone was already there for the meeting by the time they showed up.

"Mr. Potter, you made it on time," Minerva said in her usual stern voice.

Harry smirked, "How much did you lose?"

"A bottle of my favourite scotch." Minerva's tone was grim and dissatisfied, she really should have known better than to bet on her last bottle, but she'd been sure it was a done deal.

Harry burst out laughing, as he moved around the buggy and hugged her, "I'll get you a better one." He promised with amusement. He withdrew from the hug, blinking at the sickles she had in her hand, arching a brow, "Feeling nostalgic?" nobody carried money around anymore. Although, he'd given some to all the kids, and they put them in a box of items they cherished, even wizarding money as well. They'd tore through a lot of magical districts so it was easy enough to acquire.

"Oh, no, in Scotland, which is where I grew up, there was a tradition my father liked participating in," Minerva explained fondly, "A tradition of giving a silver coin to a child. A wee piece of silver for good luck."

Harry smiled in amusement, she had no need to inform him where she grew up, her accent was very, very revealing. Especially when she was pissed off at a student.

"Of course, before the end, it was more likely to be pound coins or paper notes," Minerva added, unnecessarily. "It's all useless now, but I believe some traditions should be upheld." Understanding Harry had forgone tradition, in nearly every possible way, combining their names, not giving his son or daughter their parents first names. The twins were getting a fresh slate, which perhaps might be the best thing for them, but she felt a little saddened if she was honest with herself. She felt they should cling onto tradition, preserve what they could and continue them in honour of the ones past. She said none of this of course, Harry was entitled to do as he pleased, but she'd try and keep up some small traditions if she could.

"Budge over, we want to see the twins!" Fred said, a head above McGonagall, his red hair a beacon in the bright magical lights they had hovering over the hall, they didn't use magic – even if they had the solar panels working – unless they had to. It was habit by now, too used to going without, instead of instinctively looking for the light switch when they entered a room as was habit before.

All Minerva needed to do was give them a glare for Fred and George to back up a bit, not truly afraid, judging by the twin grins on their faces.

"You ready for that in our future?" Harry teased Daryl as Minerva set aside a Sickle for each of the twins, they really should have had a relative fortune from him, but it was useless, well, as far as money goes anyway, there may come a time where metal was useful again.

Daryl just snorted, at least their twins weren't identical, well, born identical, the only way you knew which twin was which was when they had their hair back and ears – or lack of one – on display. Even their hair, was long and cut the same, with the same design too. His gaze intently watched everyone crowding around the twins, Minerva had Artemis – who was in a sage green cardigan knitted by Carol herself – in her arms and Fred had Hunter who had a white cardigan on courtesy of Lori.

"Yeah, we're not getting them back any time soon," Harry said dryly, moving to sit down, he no longer took any potions but an ache lingered that Severus reassured him would fade entirely, that he was able to stop the potions so soon was impressive how well his body healed.

Daryl silently agreed, as he followed Harry, his gaze going from one direction to the other, watching his children closely. He literally had to refrain from snatching them up and keeping them away from everyone. He couldn't do that though, otherwise they wouldn't get bored and stop annoying them like they did with Judith. He just had to put up with it and then soon it would just be them. Hopefully they wouldn't stop them and annoy them every time they ventured out.

"Any problems I need to be aware of?" Harry called out, beginning the meeting despite everyone still cooing over the twins. Bill was the one that had Hunter now, looking like a besotted fool, proclaiming to be 'Uncle Bill' and he'd be the best Uncle ever.

"That title already belongs to me," Merle refuted Bill's statement with a smirk, ignoring Luna elbowing him with an eyeroll.

"Yes," Michonne said, revealing herself, Carol, Carl, Sophia and Lori who were just inside of the doors.

Harry gestured for them to come in, he didn't mind, he'd told them all they'd be welcome at the meetings if they wanted. Everything that was discussed would be made known to them. "What is the problem?" frowning, he couldn't recall anything that was occurring that could be a problem so likely it was something new. He hoped not, this wasn't the time for more problems to be found.

"It's not really a problem, per se, just something of an annoyance," Michonne revealed, "Greenery is covering shops, houses, roads, street signs, cars in some places, I nearly fell down a well, and without GPS it's not easy to navigate to find places."

Harry nodded, "Anywhere you find that isn't filled with all that shit indicates a society nearby, easy to find them, hopefully nobody is too foolish to keep the area around their location tidy."

"We're spending hours looking for somewhere with no guarantee we'll find anything," Michonne told him, "Added to the fact, there could be walkers nearby, the foliage could hide quite a few of them."

"You believe it's pointless to continue venturing out?" Harry bluntly asked Michonne wondering at her answer.

Everyone turned to look at her curiously, even Sophia and Carl.

"I believe it's getting more dangerous, as the landscape becomes further altered," Michonne answered, "It's not going to be long before houses and buildings begin crumbling in the face of mother nature's relentlessness."

Daryl nodded, it was normal, places that were left to become wild got tangled in greenery or trees, becoming one with them. as they grew it would alter the bricks and mortar that kept buildings up. He'd seen it all the time back when he was young, families abandoning their crumbling shacks they call houses, cabins being swallowed up, even the place they used to live got swallowed up eventually, what was left after the fire of course. "Some places will be worse than others, high streets won't be as badly affected."

"What would you prefer to do? Seek out alternative areas or stop?" Harry asked Michonne, listening to the problems his people were facing and allowing them to decide for themselves. It had to be their decision, he wasn't going to send them out there to be hurt and killed. Or worse bitten.

"Couldn't hurt to seek out other places, but high streets? It takes a week or two to clear them but not always worth it." Merle gave his own input. "At least in normal high streets" he added ruefully, all magical districts they hit, was always a jackpot win. Wizards had the ability to use magic, to fill fridges and freezers (or cupboards) and keep everything frozen or preserved. Which was still amazing after all these years, nothing more amazing than Harry giving his brother a son and daughter though, that was just out there. Mindboggling. Now she was constantly mooning over them. He knew his days were numbered; she was going to start getting on at him.

"Agreed," Michonne answered, the only food that was still remotely salvageable was pasta, noodles long shelf lived foods, even then they were only passably eatable. Tinned food was still good, the charity shops were always a hit she supposed. "Alright, we'll check out the nearest shopping centre, might be quite a drive though."

"No, just clear one area, we'll spell it so it's safe to Portkey into, one of us will go with the group," Harry told her, when Merle and Daryl cleared their throats pointedly, "Two of us will go with you. There's only like forty more magical districts left and they're not as urgent as the mundane ones." Throwing Merle and Daryl an exasperated look, as if they could go anywhere without them, possessive bloody shits that they were.

"That would help a lot," Michonne declared, "We're driving for three to four hours to reach our destinations now." the radius was just getting bigger and bigger, soon they'd be going out of state if they kept it up. All the smaller areas as she'd explained were becoming difficult to find, all you could see really was shrubbery overgrown trees. The greenery had grown over the sidewalks and onto the roads, climbing up poles, utility and electric ones, even signage was covered in green moss.

Harry winced, yeah definitely time to change things up. "Okay, inform everyone that there will be a changeup. No more outings until the decisions have been made. We'll set a meeting for Monday after breakfast, with our usual scavenging parties and collective come up with a plan."

"You have more wizards in your group, now Mr. Potter, you could send them out to strip any of the magical districts you please." Minerva suggested, "I must confess, I am surprised you've not encountered anyone on your journeys though them."

"Us too, but I mean look at how Hogsmeade was before you cleaned it up and out," Harry said thoughtfully, "It was just fortunate it was near a school and had tunnels throughout it."

"Fortunate? Wizards were abandoning their properties and fleeing, when they could have survived in their houses for years." Merle pointed out, shaking his head, it strained credulity sometimes. "All they needed to do was go out and swipe enough food and bam, good to go."

"Or live down in their trunks, ain't no walker going to get in there," Daryl added ruefully.

Harry just smirked very proud of them.

"They have a point, I've ransacked hundreds of magical properties, all abandoned," Harry said, before sighing, smiling when his daughter was promptly put back into his arms, everyone having had a look at her. For all of a second before Lori claimed her, cooing over her much to his amusement. Well, that had been nice for a second.

"They very likely sought out their family, daughters, sons, at their work at MACUSA or at one of the many schools," Minerva answered, "It's too bad those at Iivermorny isn't giving much information, but to be fair to them, it's never been asked."

"You're right, there are a lot of parents at the schools, likely, definitely in Iivermorny. Glenn's own parents and sisters are there, safe, it's likely the same for hundreds of other students." Luna stated, slowly rocking Hunter in her arms, she never wanted to let him go.

"I knew Hogwarts couldn't have been the only school that did it," Minerva replied, getting comfortable, watching Charlie conjure up chairs for all the extra people that had come for the meeting. "I'm pleased to have confirmation. Perhaps not all hope is lost." They'd had an advantage, one she hadn't been sure the others did, but Harry had kept them all appraised of what was happening outside of their wards, more so after Luna had joined him on the outside.

"No, hope isn't lost, but it's very fragile," Harry murmured quietly, his gaze far away. "I'm not sure there is going to be a single person unaffected by what's happened. The world is going to be a great deal more savage." Which was true enough, every group will only want what's best for their own people. Even if it meant killing other groups to get their stuff. It was just fortunate that he had found the other groups when he had, setting aside they may not have still been around, they could have ended up far more distrusting and perhaps violent.

"Come on! Hurry up!" Andre called out, blasting into the room, blinking owlishly when he saw everyone sitting there, "Sorry, Harry." He said respectfully, before his mother could even catch up enough to scold him or ask him to apologise. Glancing up when he felt hands falling on his shoulder, giving Mira a sheepish look.

"Let's sit down," Mira moved them towards Carol, Carl, Sophia and Lori, smiling at them, as Andre moved towards where Carl and Sophia were and before too long their heads were pitched together and were whispering. "Did everything go okay?" she mouthed to Michonne a fond look on her face.

Michonne gave a single nod, it was very true, it had gone well but she didn't think it would go any other way. Harry always listened to everyone, even if he didn't do what they suggested, he still listened, and still gave a reason he'd ultimately declined to go with their suggestion.

"Are there any other problems in group that need discussed?" Harry asked after a few moments of silence, eyeing Mira and Michonne curiously.

"Not your group, but mine, about the…you know," Susan spoke, face going atrociously red, that clashed horribly with her hair.

"If you can't say the words, you've got no right being a leader," Harry stated firmly, without maliciousness just stating facts.

Amelia couldn't say anything, she'd thought the exact same thing during the meeting when it had been brought up for the first time. However, her niece had always been a bit shy, to openly speak about sex and sexual diseases it was a bit too much for her reserved nature.

Merle just laughed, causing everyone to shake their heads used to Merle's shenanigans.

A cry penetrated the air, Artemis in Luna's arms cried out her annoyance at being woken up because of the loud laugh.

"Give her to Merle, and you, out," Harry said, pointing towards the doors in silent demand.

Merle grumbled indecipherably, but stood up, and gently took his niece, and began to insult them all quietly in a cooing voice. Daryl was laughing under his breath, he'd always known Merle was good with babies, at least he was with him when he was around and not getting himself into shit.

Harry grinned, "Continue,"

"I've asked everyone I can think of, there's definitely nothing magical that can be done for those suffering from sexually transmitted diseases." Susan said, other than a little flush on her cheeks, she did well, her jaw jutting up stubbornly, not so easily cowed.

"Severus informed me of the same, anyone magical can't get anything like it, the disease is burnt out before it can become a problem." Harry inclined his head, but he was very pleased by her initiative to look for answers on her own and not just except him to look for an answer. "This is something you're going to have to discuss with Hershel, and perhaps Severus, hopefully magic can tell you what disease it is making things easier for us."

"You mean you have a cure?" Susan asked, perking up, looking ever so hopeful.

"I might, I emptied out every pharmacy we came across, I presume they had something of everything there," Harry answered, "But I cannot guarantee it, and there's likely dozens of different kinds of sexually transmitted diseases needing different medication."

Merle snorted, "Try hundreds if not thousands," clearly still listening from the other side of the room, as he settled Hunter.

A few people wondered if Merle was exaggerating or what, but they didn't dare ask for fear of sounding stupid, but it did seem like a massive exaggeration.

"Percy how has the sorting going?" Harry asked, referring to his trunk and absolutely everything inside of it.

"I haven't even remotely approached all that stuff," Percy declared, "I can't even pronounce the words, let alone what they do." He'd taken one look before leaving to start something else, which had been books and got them all in order. It was like a massive library now and he was very proud of how it had turned out.

"That's fair," Harry agreed thoughtfully, "Bob has extensive training, he's an army medic, he and Lily might be the best fit to sort through it all." It would take at least a year to get through it all without a single doubt, he'd emptied out so many over the course of his emptying out all buildings he came across not to mention the stuff scavenged from cars, homes and the odd medicine in the shops like paracetamol.

"Worth asking," Mira stated, "I can do the potions?"

"They've never been mixed up," Harry told her, "It's not something I'd ever risk." Dangerous business to take potions you don't know. Any without writing on them, were discarded at first, but now they were given to Severus, they couldn't afford to be too picky, and he'd know what it was without difficulty.

Mira inclined her head in agreement, but anything Potions related, she was down for, she loved the subject. She wasn't sure if it was because it was one of the rare things she could do, or if she was always destined to love the craft. Although, lately she'd been making a lot of soaps and shampoo. Likely had enough to last the entire group a year or so, but it kept her busy and she enjoyed it.

"Anything else from your group, Susan?" queried Harry, watching Merle settle Artemis into the buggy beside her brother, there was a soft look in his eyes, ones he hadn't seen before. Hmm, perhaps Luna wouldn't have difficult convincing Merle to become a parent after all.

"Blaise says we should have a therapist, but we can only work with what we have." Susan declared.

"You're in luck, I've spoken to Ellie, she was a therapist who had retired before this all begun." Ezekiel answered, "She's agreed to work with you, I didn't say anything before because I didn't want to get anyone's hopes up." And he wasn't going to throw anyone under a bus, she'd had a fascination when it came to him, and he'd finally found out why. She'd believed him mentally unwell, and believed that if she attempted to get through to him, his sense of reality would shatter. Clearly, he'd done well in playing the role of king. It still made him feel offended though.

"Retired? What age is she?" Susan asked, seeing the look on the man's face she quickly explained, "I don't mean to disparage her, but if its someone older I think they'll be more comfortable than trying to speak to someone younger." Whether that was true or not, she just didn't know.

"I personally cannot imagine talking to anyone even in an official capacity." Harry confessed, there were a multitude of 'same' going around the room. None louder than Severus, who had lived due to his ability to keep secrets and act. He wouldn't have survived if he'd needed a therapist to get by. Truth be told, his nature didn't allow for him to sit talking to a stranger even if he was commanded to.

It was Daryl's worst nightmare, just imagining it never mind living it.

"There's nobody that needs it more," Minerva pointed out, but it would be a miracle if they did manage to get him to speak to someone.

Severus snorted, "The therapist would come out needing therapy after one session with him." or at the very least depressed as fuck, Harry's life wasn't for the faint of heart.

Harry had to purse his lips together tightly to stop himself laughing, his green eyes glimmering brightly showcasing his amusement.

"He does have a point," Minerva said, barely hanging onto her own laughter, even if it was no laughing matter really, what Harry had been through was dreadful.

"Alright, you wanted something, Minerva? They'll need fed soon, I'd rather do that at home, so let's get back on track!" Harry said, it was true enough, they'd need fed again soon. They liked to be fed every two hours nearly to the dot. They ate well, which pleased them, for there was not much alternatives to be had.

"I do have a request to make," Minerva easily taking the change in subject and continuing on, used to it as a professor at Hogwarts.

"Which is?" Daryl asked, moving the buggy back and forth with his foot carefully, the rocking motion soothing them. He couldn't deny he was curious to know what she could possibly want from them. They had plenty of food and drink, they had Hogsmeade up and running, so they had access to clothes and fabrics to make more. Were they having trouble with someone?

"We need to get Hogwarts back to normal," Minerva declared, she was getting fed up with the adults coming to her complaining about every little thing, even if their precious child had detention for whatever reason. They weren't meant to be at the school, and the people there had grown complacent enough that they felt like they could argue with the faculty about what they teach, how they teach and how they spent their time.

Harry glanced at Severus frowning, before asking, "Meaning?" it couldn't be what he was thinking, surely?

"The adults at Hogwarts need to leave, we need to get back to a schooling environment." Minerva declared firmly.

Harry glanced at Severus, arching a brow, wondering who the hell had pissed Minerva off enough for her to declare Hogwarts suddenly off-limits entirely. "I see." He murmured.

"What's wrong with Hogsmeade?" Merle asked, his head cocked to the side, in a manner more familiar on Harry's face. "Ain't there room there?" already suspecting what was going to be asked, like Harry and Daryl judging by the suspicious look on his face.

"We did a lottery and the houses are full, including the ones above the shops, those are inhabited by the workers and apprentices." Minerva stated, "I want your help in housing the rest of the adults that aren't the faculty." She was never one for beating around the bush.

"How many are we talking?" Harry asked displeased.

"One hundred and twenty-two. Many are families, partners, I brought a detailed report," Minerva replied, handing over a rolled-up piece of parchment.

"Are all of them magical?" Harry asked, leaning back with a sigh, he really didn't need this right now.

"Two squibs," Minerva answered promptly.

"It's too many people to put into a group at once, it will cause factions to merge," Harry told her, "If we do this, we do it one family at a time, every two or three months. You'll need to see if there's any interest in going to Potters' Abbey, which will help move everyone along quicker." Looking over the words written on the parchment.

"How the heck can you read that?" Daryl muttered after attempting to read it over his shoulder.

Harry laughed softly, "With great difficulty," it had been really hard to begin with, honestly, the teachers scribble instead of actually writing, he was sure. "If we do as I suggest, then we could have everyone situated by September, starting the new year as you used to. There should have been at least 20 rooms in Hogshead, are they being used?"

"We cannot get inside," Minerva replied, given who put them up, she wasn't surprised.

"Ever considered he's still very much alive and in there?" Harry stated, "Ever considered using a Patronus to speak to him?"

Minerva froze, just a few seconds, but it was noticeable, "I…hadn't considered that," she was embarrassed to confess, she'd just assumed they wouldn't be able to access the property, not until the magic faded.

"You can't get in?" Harry asked Severus, who was likely the most magically competent after him.

"I haven't tried," Severus said dryly, he was more interested in finding a cure than remaking Hogsmeade a town they could use. Although they made a massive amount of produce where the train tracks used to be, which they were all grateful for, and they were getting to add more through trading with Harry.

"Then give it a try, I'm not taking this many people in," Harry stated firmly, "At least not at once, especially given they've been at Hogwarts. Everything getting done for them, they'll not do well here, their entitlement will show through…and with magic…I'm not risking my people." Most of them were muggles, and they had no capabilities of fighting back.

Minerva pursed her lips before grudgingly nodding, accepting Harry's decision.

Lori, Carol, Sophia, Mira, Michonne and Carl straighten up just a bit taller smug in the knowledge they had the best leader possible. They had put their faith in the right person, even if it meant going against his own kind. Not that Harry saw kind, he saw people, his people and put them first above all else.

"I'll help, one family every three months, probationary period, which they won't know about…if they start anything, I'm kicking them back your way. If they like using magic for everything, Charlie and Bill's group would be best for them." Harry stated.

"What about the kids during the 'summers?'," Daryl questioned, a bit sarcastic which wasn't like him, but knowing more people were going to be coming wasn't the most welcoming news, he didn't like people, much.

"Those that have family will get to return to them, we're hoping to house all children with a family, they deserve the stability." Minerva sighed, rubbing her temples.

"Enough of that, why don't you give Carl, Andre and Sophia a show?" they weren't children anymore, but the second Minerva transformed into her animagus form, their shrieks of delight penetrated the air, still amazed by magic even after all the years of seeing it firsthand.

"Is it always a small cat?" Ezekiel asked, eyes wide in fascination, everyone knew Shiva was on his mind. "Anubis isn't a wizard, is he?" came the next question, before asking about Sophia's Husky.

A/N – surprised there's another update so soon? Me too LOL but it's good to be able to write a good bit again and not have you all waiting about a week for an update, my mums doing well so I'm going to write while I have the chance! There are so many people that have been forgotten for the longest time as we focus on the main characters like Mira and Andre for example! And I'm pretty sure I had Jimmy (Beth's boyfriend?) originally survive too! So many underutilised characters! See, this is why I don't like too many characters being brought into a crossover lol it can get to be a bit too much and you forget them. even with a list of the characters written in your document lol although, to be fair I don't have one for WDW anymore! Counting down the chapters here guys, if you can think of absolutely anything you'd like to see now's the time to say!

Also, I forgot to say, thank you for the name suggestions! They were all awesome, tried to give them all a mention ;) so, yes thank you guys! I was really torn about which name to use. R please xx