The Shattering of Souls

yes, yes, yes.... i must do it. much as it pains us all. i have to cover my ass, as it were. so, here i am to tell you that this is purely pulled from my imagination, and i have merely borrowed certain individuals from the harry potter universe so kindly given to us by j.k. rowling. i promise i will return them when i am through. some of them may be so worn out they can\'t stand, but i will return them. promise.

and if i take any money for doing this, may i be hexed with dudley\'s tail. as i don\'t think i look good in pink, i\'ll not be getting paid for this any time soon. i am only doing this to give some people some enjoyment. and to keep myself off the streets.

please be warned that this is a dark fic in places, so some of the content may be too harsh for some of you. if it is, i understand and will not cry when you don\'t read. for those of you who stick with it, your rewards are coming soon. there is smut to be had. i swear it on a stack of Potions text books.

finally, to those of you who are reading this and awaiting an update, i apologize for the length it took to get me to post. i was suffering through a slight case of holiday blues, and it lead to writer\'s block. but i think i\'ve got it all squared away, so i\'m back to try and entertain you some more. thanks for your patience.

Chapter Ten: The House of Guilty Pleasures
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Izzy stared out the window of her room, watching the darkened sky. Not that it was doing anything, but it was better than staring at the yellow of the flickering candle light. The dim flame hurt her eyes. She supposed that had something to do with the fact that she had downed the better portion of a bottle of drink she\'d found in the kitchen. The label proclaimed it to be Dragon Berry Wyne. She\'d looked at the label closely, but there had been nothing other than the type of alcohol on it. She\'d not realized until she was well into her cups that the drink had a rather potent kick to it.

Now, she sat before the window, completely pissed in more ways than one. Her frustration ate at her, mocking her inability to find anything that would place the blame for Bri\'s current state solely yon Snape\'s shoulders. They\'d been left adrift in Otherworld for nigh onto a month now, and she was no closer to finding the proof she needed to call the man on his mistreatment of her best friend. She was on the verge of losing hope that she would ever find it.

She\'d tried to get the information she sought directly from Bri only this afternoon. Izzy had been walking about the perimeter of the house, feeling decidedly unneeded. So far as she had seen, there was no way possible for Lucius Malfoy or Bellatrix Lestrange to find their way to Otherworld. Izzy had grilled Tyler for as much information on the safe house and had been both saddened and relieved to find that Albus Dumbledore was one of the few people in the Mortal Realm that knew where to find the entrance to Otherworld. That meant that the possibility of attack was almost nil. She felt useless.

The feeling had been creeping up on her slowly over the last two fortnights. She was a body guard, for Merlin\'s sake. What good was a body guard who had nothing to guard her assignment from? It appeared that, for the time being, Potter was completely safe. What use was she now? As she had been strolling around the yard, mentally mapping out the lay of the land and areas that offered possible threats, she had been pondering just that. She had been feeling rather dejected. When she\'d spied Bri sitting on a low rock, her face turned up to the sun, she hadn\'t been able to stop herself.

Izzy had gone over to where Bri sat and launched into a barrage of questions about where she had been and what had happened to her. She\'d very pointedly asked about Snape\'s involvement. Bri had stammered out a few answers, her face losing some of its color before the other girl had gotten up and fled from Izzy as if she were Bellatrix Lestrange in the flesh. It had hurt Izzy in an indescribable way to know that Bri thought she would hurt her. That pain had driven Izzy to the kitchen, where she\'d found the cupboards stocked with bottle upon bottle of the Dragon Berry Wyne. She\'d plucked one from the shelf and taken it with her to her rooms, where she\'d hoped it would help make her forget her worries for a small time.

Nothing of the sort had happened. Instead, she was bombarded with the memory of the look of distrust and fear on Bri\'s face earlier this afternoon. It cut her to the quick to know her best friend saw her as a threat. As the enemy. With a small cry of dismay, Izzy threw herself up out of her seat and stalked on unsteady legs from her room. She would go talk to Bri. Now. And settle this once and for all.

The hallway tilted to a horrible angle, and Izzy found herself leaning heavily on the wall to keep things upright. She slowly made her way to the other side of the house, the other end of the hall where Bri\'s room was. It was a long trip. Her brain was fogged with excessive quantities of wine, and that made it nearly impossible for her to move faster than a snail. Silvery moonlight shone in the windows at the opposite end of the hall to illuminate the hallway. Izzy was glad of it, as it meant she could see where she was going without the light of a candle to blind her.

After what seemed an eternity, Izzy found herself on the other end of the hall, standing before the wide open door of Bri\'s room. Odd. Bri had been sleeping with her door closed, as had the rest of them. No need to walk in and catch anyone in a state of undress. The thought of doing such a thing with Snape made her want to retch. In fact, the very idea that Snape ever got naked had her stomach roiling. She needed to banish such thoughts from her head, lest she make herself ill.

She stumbled into the room, moving over to the bed. The duvet had been tossed back, the sheets a mess. There was an indentation in the pillows where someone had laid their head. But there was no one in the bed. She made her way haltingly to where the door for the private bathroom stood open. There was no one in the small room, either. She wondered where Bri had gotten to. She hadn\'t heard any screaming to indicate a nightmare, so she couldn\'t understand why Bri wasn\'t in her room.

In a shuffling sort of gait, Izzy made her way back out into the hallway. She blinked in the bright moonlight, wondering what the hell was going on. Slowly, she turned her head. Very slowly, so as not to upset it and make herself violently ill. She could see the shaft of candle light that spilled from her opened bedroom door. She then caught a faint hint of light in the corner of her eye and turned toward it. Moonlight had managed to worm it\'s way into Snape\'s room. Odd, as she never saw the interior of his room. Then it hit her that his door was open. She stepped forward slightly to look inside.

Her fists curled at what she saw. Snape lay on the bed on his back. His head was turned away from the doorway, his nose tucked into the black strands of Bri\'s hair at the top of her head. She lay on her side, her head resting on his shoulder. One of her arms was thrown over his chest. She could see the outline of one leg thrown over his. His arm, the one closest to the door, had been brought up to lay along her own in what could only be called a possessive manner. Izzy nearly went into the room and tore the two of them apart. How could Bri just lay there with the snake as she was?

Izzy turned from the door, her heart lurching in her chest. She didn\'t know Bri anymore. Her best friend would never sleep in the same bed as Snape. And certainly not as cosily as the two of them seemed to be. She needed to find a way for Bri to get her memory back. When she did, the woman would hex Snape and all would be right in Izzy\'s world again. Too much was off-balance now. She needed to see a friendly face. She staggered back up the hall, nearly falling more than once. She didn\'t care. She only knew she needed to see the one person in the entire fucking world who understood her.

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Harry stared at the floor, feeling detatched from himself. He was drunk. He knew that well enough. He\'d been drinking steadily since his talk with Remus earlier. He\'d needed to confide in someone. Remus had been his first choice, because Bill was almost like family to him. Since his topic involved women, he didn\'t want to go to Izzy. And Snape was completely out of the question. The man would tell him to grow up, then toss him from the room. If he even spoke to him, that was. No, Remus Lupin was the only one Harry thought might be able to help him with his problems. So he had gone to the former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher to get some advice.

Remus hadn\'t laughed at him, which had made Harry feel slightly better. He\'d listened silently as Harry had poured out the problem that was plaguing him. Much of it concerned Bri, but Izzy was also part of it. Harry now found himself attracted to Bri after spending so much time alone with her. She had been his only companion for well over six months, plus the time she\'d spent in his presence before their forced solitude. Even though he had hated being stuck without his friends with a woman who was, at times, seemingly teetering on the brink of madness, he\'d grown accustomed to her presence. After a time, he\'d found himself fantasizing about her.

The problem had continued when Izzy had taken Bri\'s place. Both women were rather attractive and it was a pleasure to look at them both. He\'d spent many a night in his bed or in the shower, thinking about one or the other, sometimes both in the latter months, and pulling at his erection in an almost sick kind of desperation. Not that he was a virgin, but he hadn\'t gotten much opportunity to actually spend time with women while Voldemort had been alive. So his personal pleasures had been, to him, terribly off-centered in some manner.

He\'d poured out his heart to Lupin, telling the man how he\'d felt about it all. Harry was certain that his way of thinking, his feelings were not normal. He thought that perhaps he was behaving in an obsessive manner about the entire thing. But he\'d still gone to his former teacher and told him everything. Remus had listened silently, not offering any comments while Harry had purged his feelings. When the young man had finished, he\'d listened intently as Lupin had assured him that what he was feeling was natural, to some extent.

When Harry had asked almost desperately what he should do to solve this dilema, he\'d been left disillusioned when Remus had told him some what sadly that Harry would have to find a solution to this particular problem on his own. It wasn\'t what Harry had wanted or needed to hear. Particularly since he\'d spent quite some time thinking and once again fantasizing about both Bri and Izzy before seeking out Remus.

He\'d been sitting at his window, staring at the depressingly clear blue sky, when he\'d noticed Bri come out of the house. She\'d moved slowly, a tell-tale sign that she was still recovering her stength, making her way across the lush green grass to sit on a rock. Then she\'d turned her face up to the sun and closed her eyes. He\'d been able see the contentment on her face, as well as the outline of her body. The sight of her breasts pressing against the material of her robes had been enough to send blood rushing to his groin. A tidal wave of lust had washed over him that was so sharp, it was blinding.

Bri alone had been enough to start some of his more illicit fantasies running through his head. When Izzy had moved over to stand next to the other woman, it had been almost orgasmic then and there. Harry had found himself pulling at his erection so hard, his shaft had been red long after the blood had left it. It had been after this that Harry had decided to seek some sort of help. When he\'d told Lupin what he\'d been experiencing, he\'d carefully left off the last. He\'d felt it wasn\'t something he\'d needed to share.

The answer given to him by Remus was what had sent him off to the kitchens in search of something strong to dull the memories and the pain that they brought. He didn\'t think he could recall anymore how simple his life had been before Hogwarts, when his only worry had been what Uncle Vernon would yell at him for from one day to the next. He certainly couldn\'t recall what it had been like before Voldemort and Death had started stalking him. Harry had retired to his room to think on his visit with Remus and all else that had transpired that day.

So here he now sat, completely pissed and totally disillusioned. Harry looked down at himself. Add thoroughly horny to the list as well. Apparently, the memory of his afternoon wank had been enough to stir him up once again. He groaned in frustration. He really needed to get himself a hobby. Like knitting or stamp collecting or potting or something. Perhaps he needed to get laid. Whatever it was that he needed, he needed it right quick, because he was quite certain that he was bloody starkers. With a sigh, he reached for the zip on his trousers.

The door slammed open. Harry bit out a curse as his head began pounding out a rhythm that was sure to make a heavy metal drummer proud and envious. When he looked up, he found Izzy standing in his open doorway. He shifted in his seat, oh so slowly, to hide his current state from her and gave his attention to her. Her eyes were wide with some emotion. He could swear she\'d just seen some sort of ghost. When her gaze found him, he saw the wild look on her face and wondered what the bloody hell was going on.

\'The bastard!\' she hissed, then staggered over to his bed. When she sat, he was surprised to see her nearly slip off the end of the mattress and it took him several befuddled moments to realize that she was as plastered as he was. He dragged his eyes up to her face from her feet, stopping to linger on her heaving chest a moment or two. She was as mad as he\'d seen her since she\'d taken over as his bodyguard. The bright red spots that stained her cheeks marked her anger. It was several more befuddled moments before it registered that she had spoken.

\'What bastard?\' Harry managed to ask.

\'Snape!\' she sounded like the snake that was Slytherin\'s mascot when she said his name, her \"s\" coming out very sibilant. He blinked, wondering what the greasy git had done to her now. Seeing as the rest of the house was undoubtably sleeping, he couldn\'t imagine it being anything too serious. \'Even as we speak, Bri is sleeping in his bed.\'

\'Surely you\'re mistaken!\' Harry scoffed. \'Snape would never have a woman in his bed. And most certainly not Bri. You\'re pissed.\'

\'Of course I\'m pissed. But I know what I saw,\' she spat at him, making sure she glared at him to properly convey her feelings. \'She was in his bed. He had his arms around her. I can\'t be certain, but I don\'t think either one of them was wearing anything. She had her leg thrown over him as if she....\'

Izzy broke off suddenly, then fell back against the mattress. Harry watched her a moment, wondering if she had passed out. But he heard the sobs, watched as she lifted her hands up to cover her face. With more coordination than he thought he was in possession of, he managed to slowly stand from the chair and step cautiously over to the bed. He put one hand on the mattress, so he knew where to plant his arse, then sat near her. She was crying silently into her hands, her face obscured from his view.

Harry stared a moment, feeling terribly out of place. He was unused to dealing with females who were so.... feminine. Hermione had certainly never given into crying like this, and he had never seen Bri do such a thing. It was a first for Izzy, and it left Harry at a loss as to what he should do. It took him quite some time to simply drop his hand on her shoulder. It was the only gesture he could think of. He hoped that she knew what he was attempting by it.

\' I don\'t understand what\'s going on here,\' she whispered. Harry said nothing, deciding it would be in his best interests to merely let her speak and let out the build up of emotions. \'Bri hates the prat. She wouldn\'t sleep with him. My friend would not do that. I don\'t know Bri anymore. She won\'t even let me protect her from that shite head. I... I feel so.... so useless,\' she was hiccupping now, sobbing so hard Harry thought that her chest had to hurt from it.

\'You\'re not useless,\' Harry whispered, staring down at her with soft eyes. She lifted her hands from her face to look at him. Tears swam in her eyes, while those that had already fallen made wet trails down her cheeks. She looked completely dispirited, her lips trembling faintly. He managed a gentle smile.

\'I am. I have no purpose here. I\'m utterly useless,\' Izzy insisted. \' No one needs me here.\'

\'That\'s not true. I need you,\' he told her in a quiet voice. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. Harry hesitated for only a fraction of a second, then dipped his head to hers. She gasped with surprise when his lips touched hers. Then her mouth softened, her lips pressing against his in return.

The kiss was tenative, holding a hint of the need that was boiling under the surface. He lowered himself to the bed, settling down next to her body. He brought one hand up, cupping it over her cheek as he continued to kiss her. He explored her lips with his own, his actions slow and tender. She turned, rolling onto her side slightly to press against him. Her thigh rubbed at his erection. A shudder ran down his back in response.

Her hands came up to clutch at his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. Her mouth opened wide in invitation. Harry slipped his tongue between her lips to explore the interior of the moist cavern. She sighed softly, her arms creeping up around his shoulders. Her hands twined in the unruly black locks that covered his head, her fingers twisting and pulling on the silky tresses. He leaned his body into hers, his weight rolling her over onto her back once more. He came to rest on top of her.

Izzy moaned to feel his stiff erection pressing into her thigh. She shifted the limb ever so slightly, feeling a telling pulse along her leg when his shaft responded to her movement. She felt a warming in the pit of her stomach, a telling indication that she was as much in need of him as he was of her. It was a heady feeling. She allowed her hands to drift from his hair, spidering over his back until they found the well curved cheeks of his arse. She curled her fingers over them, squeezing the twin globes tightly.

Harry lifted his head, looking down at her out of eyes as bright as the purest emeralds. Then he dropped his head again. This time, his lips sought out the column of her throat. He grated his teeth over the soft skin before biting it. His teeth clamped over the flesh, pressing down so that he would leave a mark on her. His mark. To show his possession. His obsession. His body was on fire with need, lust coursing through his veins in much the same way the wine had been all evening. He wanted her with such ferocity, he thought he would burst with the feeling.

His mouth moved against her flesh, nipping and biting while his hands went questing. One found the swell of her breast and covered it, his fingers flexing to squeeze and knead their prize. She moaned in the back of her throat. The sound was encouraging to him. His hips arched, rocking his straining cock against the firm muscle of her thigh. Her fingers tightened over his ass, her nails digging into the cloth covered flesh.

His teeth latched onto her shoulder blade through the material of her t-shirt.His fingers curled over her breast harshly, his grip almost too painful. The free hand went to where the shirt was tucked into the waist band of her jeans. He lifted up, pulling his mouth away from her. The hand at her breast moved to join the one at her waist. They both worked her shirt from her jeans, then pulled sharply at the material. The weave of the shirt gave way, and there was a sound of rending cloth as the shirt ripped up the center.

Izzy barely registered the cool breeze on her skin before Harry\'s hot mouth was latched onto one of her nipples, suckling at the tightened peak through the lace of her bra. She arched beneath him, her hands once more moving up to cup his head, holding it to her chest. He grated his teeth over the tip, smiling around the bit of flesh when he felt her shudder beneath him. He moved his head to the other breast, giving the same attention to the other nipple. Her reaction was the same, a single shudder. This time, though, it was more intense.

It was all Harry needed. He pulled away from her, his hands working at the button and zip of her jeans almost frantically. They came off in a hurry, her panties going with them. Then he tackled her bra, nearly ripping it in his haste to rid her of it. Her hands, meanwhile, were busy with his robes. It took her several tries to get them off his shoulders, then she was working at his shirt and pants in alternating fits of unbridled lust. When the two of them were naked, they stopped to stare at one another a moment or two.

Izzy wasn\'t surprised to find that Harry was toned, his muscles well defined in his arms, legs and chest. There was a sparse sprinkling of black hairs curling over his chest. He was lightly tanned, the color just a few shades lighter than that of his nipples. Her gaze moved lower, noting that his belly was flat. His belly button was shallow, alligned perfectly with the center of his body. She continued on, her eyes finally coming to rest on his thick erection. His cock was swollen, the head glistening with a few drops of pre-cum that had slipped out. It was dark red with need. She couldn\'t help but lick her lips.

Harry took his time looking her over. Her skin was soft, dusted with a natural looking tan that was all over. It told him she was either naturally colored that way, or she sun bathed nude. The mental image that thought brought had his erection jerking with approval. Her breasts were not large, somewhere around being just a little over a handful. Her nipples weren\'t overly large, a pale shade of red-brown that complimented the hue of her skin. Her stomach was flat while her hips flared out in a manner he found delicious. A nest of dark curls guarded the opening between her thighs. He could see that her netherlips were swollen and beaded with moisture. She was ready for him.

\'On your knees,\' Harry managed to say, his voice thick with need. Izzy nodded, moving onto the bed to position herself on her hands and knees. He moved up behind her, one hand trailing down over the curve of her backside lightly. The hand delved between her thighs, two fingers sliping easily into the hot channel of her pussy. She moaned, her back bowing with the sensations the driving digits gave her.

He pumped the fingers slowly, steadily for several moments. It was sheer heaven to feel her muscles close over them so tightly. She was no virgin, but she was still tight around him. He would enjoy the ride immensely, and he planned to ensure that she did as well. He inched closer to her, removing his fingers in preparation of filling her pussy with his cock. Some small thought nagged him a moment, and he realized with a start that he needed to cast a Contreceptus charm before plunging deep.

He muttered the charm, waited a moment or two, then slowly drove himself into her. She gave a soft groan, her body opening for him like a flower to the sun. His shaft was thick, stretching her channel tight around him. It felt good to have her wrapped around his length so securely. He stilled himself when he was fully sheathed within her, allowing her body to adjust to his invasion. When her muscles relaxed around his cock, he slowly drew his hips back and began to thrust.

Izzy groaned at the feel of him buried inside of her. Harry was moving slowly, pushing deep with each forward stroke. It was a wonderful feeling. It had been far too long since she\'d been with someone to do something other than her duty. She was lost in the sensations his rhythmic pistoning brought to life in her body. Her nerves tingled with awareness. She felt alive. Useful. Needed.

She sighed when one of his hands moved from her waist to reach forward and fondle a breast. His fingers were nimble and deft from years of Quidditch. It made the way he played with her nipple that much more exciting. Two fingers pinched and rolled the tight bud, tugging at it gently. Almost reverently. She arched her back, thrusting her ass back toward his hips. It sent her breast deeper into the palm of his hand. He ran the extremity over the globe, his fingertips ghosting over it, raising goose flesh.

Harry was moving slowly, plunging deep into her welcoming body before pulling back. Then he would start the motion over again, tightening the little ball of sensation that was building in the pit of her belly. It would eventually burst open, sending tendrils of want and need spiralling through out her system. But for now, his speed was too slow, too controlled for that to happen. It sent a shaft of frustration into her, diminishing some of the pleasure she was deriving from him. She pushed back against him, burying his cock deep. She groaned, felt him shudder, and she smiled.

\'Harder,\' she whispered, her voice low. Husky with need.

He groaned, the sound low in the silence of the room. He shifted back, then plunged forward fast and hard. She sighed with contentment, her hips automaticallty arching back to meet each one of his thrusts. His hips slapped against her ass as he drove himself into her.

Harry felt something inside of him spring to life with her order. For some time, he had felt.... angry. Angry with Bri for being captured. Angry with Dumbledore for allowing it to happen. Angry with Snape for not finding her soon enough. And angry with himself for not having done anything to save Bri in the first place. And for some time, he hadn\'t been able to properly deal with the anger. He had stewed in it, bottled it up inside. And now, he felt as if he were going to explode. At least, he had until Izzy had issued that one command. Harder.

He\'d show her harder.

He increased his tempo until it felt as if he were trying to drive himself not just into her, but through her. He wanted her to know that he was inside of her. That he was going to use her as he wished. That she was his. He\'d left his mark on her neck. But it wasn\'t enough. He wanted to be sure that she knew unequivocally that she was his. The hand at her breast squeezed hard, pinching her nipple between strong fingers. She made some noise that sounded like a growl. It only encouraged him further.

He pulled out of her, bringing forth a sigh of discontent from her. He glared at her when she looked questioningly at him over her shoulder. His hand lifted from her hip, then raised back. He brought it forward, slapping his palm down on one of her cheeks. She yelped, jumping with the sharp sting. He drew back and swung again. The blow landed harder.

Harry felt the dam that held his anger in check crack, a small amount of the emotion seeping out. It followed the flow of his blood to his hand, so that his next blow sent fire racing through her system. Her fingers curled about the bedding, her head hanging between her arms. She was making a noise that was half whimper of pain, half moan of pleasure. The sound excited him, making his blows rein down harder and faster. Soon her ass was bright red, hot to the touch. He couldn\'t be sure, but he thought that he might have broken some blood vessels. If there were bruises in the morning, that would answer that question.

He had barely lifted his palm from the cheek it had just administered a blow to before he was slamming his painfully stiff erection back into her dripping pussy. The spanking had excited him beyond belief, and he wanted nothing more than to drive himself deep inside of her body until he exploded violently in orgasm. She writhed beneath him. He could feel the heat coming off her abused posterior each time his hips touched it. Her body jerked with the contact, each and every time, telling him that he had managed to bring a fair amount of tenderness to her bottom.

That thought had him smiling. It also had his hips slamming against hers faster. Harder. Rougher. He clenched his teeth, his eyes closing as he felt the tightening in his testicles. He sped up his pace, then slid the hand at her breast lower, until it came to rest on her pubic mound. One of his fingers slipped between the folds of flesh, finding her clit with ease. With his finger tip, he pressed and ground on the sensitive nubbin.

A cry left her mouth, then her body clamped down around his cock.He felt her spasm a moment, then she came. Her muscles held his shaft tightly, rippling as the orgasm washed over her. When she relaxed, he began pounding at her again, driving himself hard and deep. With a grunt, he shoved home and stopped. His cock swelled, then burst. He came hard. His hips drew back a short distance, then slammed back in. Her muscles still flexed around his cock, milking his seed from him as he pumped in and out.

It took several more thrusts to fully drain him of his seed. Her pussy still flexed and rippled over his slowly deflating erection. He went limp, his body driving hers down to the bed beneath him. She gasped for breath, as did he. Their skin was slicked with sweat. Harry leaned forward, his lips searching out her shoulder blade. He placed a tender kiss there, then bit down with his teeth once more. He would be more than certain that when she woke, she knew who she belonged to.

Harry smiled almost evilly as he lifted up from her and rolled onto the bed. For much of his life, he had been used as a means to achieve someone else\'s ends.First by the Dursleys as a maid and cook. Then by the Wizarding community as their saviour. By Dumbledore as a pawn in a dangerous game. He was done being used and controlled by everyone else. It was his turn to be in control. To use and abuse.

Izzy was now his. And he intended to keep her....

end chapter ten.
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my thanks go to madam shark for her beta work. and for the plot bunny she provided me with. she is really good at that. i love her bunches.

also to my ususal crew. red, simone, kenly.... you guys help keep me going and i wouldn\'t have done all this if not for you.... thanks so much . i can\'t tell you how much you are all appreciated. ~huggles~ i love you all

to Rapunzel: thank you for taking the time to read my little attempt. it was one of those plot bunnies that bit me and i couldn\'t get rid of. i\'m glad you like it. thank you for thinking it\'s intelligently written, well paced, and dark. i had such a hard time thinking of it as being dark enough, but several people have assured me that it is. be assured that there is much more to come.... i only need to get it down, first!

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