Spell Master

Author: Babychan

email: baby_chan1778@yahoo.com

Title: Spell Master

Rating: PG-13

Series: Yes. Chapter 15/?

Parings: H/D S/N/L

Summary: The wizarding world is going to find out that Harry Potter is not the only one with awesome powers. Its a Pro-Slytherin and Pro-Draco fic. This is slash fiction. This is also the re-edited version.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters do NOT belong to me :( (pout) I’m just writing for the fun of it. I get no money for it whatsoever.

A.N.: Please be gentle with your reviews. This is my first fanfic.


Spell Master


It’s said that you should be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it. This was the case for one Harry Potter.

The former Gryffindor wanted a roommate, and now, he had three. Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle and Neville Longbottom. Though he doubted that his last roommate would ever actually sleep in this fully occupied room. Nevertheless, Harry still couldn’t believe that he was actually here.

In Slytherin!

What in the hell was Dumbledore thinking?!

It was morning now, probably a little after 6 am, and Harry had been in his new room for about 5 hours. The former Gryffindor sat on his new bed, with his back pressed against the headboard, in a state of shock. He had the hunter green, velvet curtains pulled, tied, and spelled shut. And he had another spell cast on the curtains, so that he could see out, but they couldn’t see in. He had learned the spell last year and felt the need to use it again. He wasn’t taking any chances; he wanted to know what his roommates were up too. He wanted to be prepared if they were going to attack him.

Like everyone else who got caught in the row yesterday, Harry witnessed Gregory’s and Vincent’s fighting skills. The two boys were not the best of wizarding students, but one wouldn’t have been able to tell by the flawless precision in which they executed their hexes. It was disconcerting how good they were. Therefore, Harry was now aware of what they were capable of.

Frightfully aware.

However, much to the raven-haired boy’s surprise, the two larger boys didn’t seem to care that they now had two new beds in their room. More strangely, they seemed to care even less that they now had two new roommates and that one of their roommates was the much hated, Harry Potter.

Still, Harry wasn’t taking any chances. So with his wand in hand, he stayed safe, in the compounds of his bed, and cautiously observed the happenings of their morning routine.

In spite of his justified paranoia, Harry couldn’t help but notice his surroundings, as he watched his roommates. It was definitely *not* like Gryffindor. Harry snorted at the thought of this place being a room. No, this was not a “room.” It was more like a suite. Mostly for the fact that 1.) The room was *huge* and I mean HUGE; and 2) The two Slytherins didn’t live out of their trunks. No, they had armoires. Walk-in’s apparently, because Crabbe had walked into his right after he came back, from taking a shower. He stayed in there for about thirty minutes before he came out, dressed in his school uniform; and 3 ) Goyle and Crabbe didn’t have school issued furniture. They had their *own*, outrageously, expensive looking furniture; and 4) And this is the area in which Slytherin and Gryffindor was *completely* different. Goyle and Crabbe had... personal servants.

Crabbe had a male house elf –he called “Kitty”– that followed him everywhere and was eager to please him, in anyway he could. Goyle, on the other hand, had little gargoyles. When needed, they would fly off their perches –which were on various spots of his opulent, stone furniture– and help him do little things that he was, or should have been, very well capable of doing himself. Like buttoning up his shirt, tie his tie, comb his hair, and tie his shoes.

Harry would be lying if he said he wasn’t awed by this. The master/servant relationships were pulled off with such ease that Harry knew, for a fact, that this was not a show to impress him with their status. It was their way of life.

Harry wasn’t certain, but he was pretty sure that students weren’t allowed to have their own personal servants or their own furniture in Hogwarts. However, this did make a lot of sense to why, and how, Slytherin students, who lived in the castle *dungeons* kept that spoiled, bow-down-before-me attitude.

Harry shook his head and was once again glad that he was allowed to be sorted into Gryffindor, in his first year. He wasn’t sure if he could have coped with being around such wealth and snobbery at that tender age. Not when all Harry knew –before he came to Hogwarts– was being the hated, unwanted, abused, servant of his only living blood relatives.

No, now that he really thought about it, Harry knew for a fact that he wouldn’t have been able to deal with the arrogance of children who were born knowing that they were the prince’s and princess’s of the wizarding world. He probably would have tried to kill himself long before last year.

The raven-haired boy left his thoughts and watched an extremely silent Crabbe leave the room. He then turned his attention to Goyle, whose little gargoyles were helping him put on his silk Slytherin robe.

Potter sighed and longed for Gryffindor. The Gryffindor of past, when he still had friends, and they all had used school issued beds, lived out of their trunks, and all pretty much wore standard issued uniforms and hand-me-down clothes. Unfortunately, those days were long gone.

As Potter watched Goyle, a flash of a memory, of his first night in Hogwarts, skittered his thoughts. Actually, it was of his first night in Gryffindor. It was ironic because he didn’t sleep that night either, but... the reasons for him staying awake were completely different.

Everything was now different.

When Dumbledore showed him to the Seventh Year Wing last night, Harry discovered the first of *many* major, differences between Slytherin and Gyffindor, and it was that....

Apparently, it wasn’t uncommon for girls to be in the boys dorm after curfew.

Of course they wouldn’t have found this out, if Tracy wasn’t in Gregory’s *bed* when they entered the room.

At the sight of the two naked teens, Dumbledore almost choked on the lemon drop he was eating, Harry surmised that the omnipotent Headmaster wasn’t prepared for this truth. He sure as hell wasn’t, for he did choke on his.

Thankfully, the two teens were asleep, seeing how it was almost 1am, in the morning, but since they were both in the buff, ones imagination couldn’t help but run wild with scenarios of what they were doing *before* they fell asleep.

When she was told to go to her room, Tracy seemed more furious that she was awaken than embarrassed for getting caught.

Gregory only woke up enough to tell her to shut-up, and stop making a production about it, and get the hell out. Vincent woke up as well, and gave a few minutes of silent observation before he decided that it was too early in the morning to care, and went back to sleep.

Other than that, neither of the two Slytherins seemed to care that Harry Potter was assigned to their room. It wasn’t like they didn’t *see* Harry standing, awkwardly, at Dumbledore’s side. Nor was their apathy due to the fact that they didn’t know what Dumbledore was doing, because the Headmaster informed them. Yet still, their response was only a tired, and rude, mumble of ...

“Who cares, just do it quickly, do it quietly, and then *get out!*”

Harry was dumbfounded by their total lack of respect for Dumbledore’s authority, but he was more surprised by their reaction. He expected... more. More anger. More objections.

Not indifference!

He didn't trust it.

Harry glanced at the Headmaster. The older man seemed perplexed by their impassive attitude as well. It appeared to the raven-haired boy that Dumbledore expected “more” as well, and for a split second, he looked like he might change his mind and take Harry back to Gryffindor Towers. But that second passed, and Dumbledore magically enlarged the room so there would be ample space for two more beds. However, even *before* the Headmaster altered it, the room was bigger than the one Harry lived in, when he roomed with four other Gyffindors. He didn’t understand why the enlargement was even necessary.

Then Harry remembered where he was.

Most of the students here, in Slytherin, were rich. They probably never shared a room until they boarded here. They were used to, and probably demanded, their *own* space.

Before Dumbledore left, the elderly wizard woke up Vincent and asked him were Neville was. In an irritated mumble, the Headmaster was informed that the brown-haired boy was with Blaise. With an uncomfortable nod, the aged Gryffindor left the room and decided *not* to retrieve him.

Harry guessed that seeing one set of naked, and sexually sated teenagers, was seeing one too many for the old man.

Harry was pulled out of his memories by, non other than Longbottom himself.

“Good morning, Greg!” Neville smiled as he sort of skipped into the room and waved good naturedly.

A slight cock of the head, and a half smirk was the returned salutation.

“Have you heard the news?” He chirped brightly. “I’m a Snake!” He happily tapped on his robe where his new crest was. “Draco came by this morning and told me and Blaise that Dumbledore felt that I would be happier here. I’m so excited!”

Even though Gregory was nodding in all of the right places, the boy didn’t appear to be listening as he finished the final touches on his appearance.

“I heard that Harry is here too!” Neville smiled, then looked at the two school issue beds.

“He’s in that one.” Goyle informed in a dark and patronizing chuckle. He pointed towards Harry’s bed with his thumb as he walked out of the room. “Me thinks he’s afraid to come out.”

When Goyle left, all of his stone servants flew back to their nesting perch. Well, all but one. A tiny, winged, demon-like creature flew, haphazardly, toward Neville. The boy held out his hand, palm up, and the little thing landed on it. “Good morning, Gopher, did you miss me?” When it nodded, Neville tickled it under its chin and kissed the top of its head. The little thing leaned into the kiss, then happily flew back to its perch.

Neville smiled brightly and chuckled happily as he made his way toward his fellow ex-Gryffindor’s bed.

“Harry, is it safe for me to come any closer?” The brown-haired boy asked seriously.

Immediately, the thick curtains were magically opened.

“I’m *not* afraid!” Harry bristled because of Gregory’s comment. “I just didn’t feel like dealing with them right now!”

“Harry!” Neville gasped. “You’re not even dressed yet?”

“So....” Harry yawned. “I have plenty of time before breakfast.” He was extremely tired because he didn’t sleep a wink last night. Though really, how could not be? He was in *Slytherin!* Surrounded by people who *hated* him even more than in Gryffindor. And if he was honest with himself, he *was* sort of afraid.

Longbottom shook his head, walked over to the four poster bed, and pulled back Harry‘s comforter. “Yes, that may be so, but we have a House meeting in thirty minutes!”

“A what?” Harry asked only half interested as he clamored for the blankets. He was tired as hell, and he was going to try and get some rest now that he had the room to himself.

“A House meeting.” A curt voice informed from the doorway. “And everyone is required to go to it. And that includes *you,* Potter.”

The two ex-Gryffindors looked at the person speaking. It was Blaise. The raven-haired boy scowled at Harry and then swept into the room like he owned it.

“I thought you had already gone to it!” Neville smiled out and sort of skipped toward his boyfriend.

“I still have a few minutes.” Zabini answered softly as he caressed Neville’s round cheek, with the back of his fingers. “And I wanted to spend them with you. Is that okay?”

“More than okay!” Neville blushed.

The two made their way to the other school issued bed and just *talked* about everything and nothing. But all of it was lovey dovey and candy coated.

Because he was now completely ignored, Harry laid back down and covered himself with his thick, velvet blanket. As he did this, he wondered if it were possible to die of sugar poisoning. The way Longbottom and Zabini acted around each other was so sweet it made his teeth hurt.

A few minutes later, Blaise had to reluctantly leave, and Neville had, was once again, focused his attention on Harry.

“Come on, Harry! You’ve got to get up!” He pulled back the blankets. “Come on, it’s our first day as Slytherin. You don’t want to make waves by disrespecting the rules, do you?”

“Neville, are you even listening to yourself?” Harry asked exasperated. “I’ve already made waves with Slytherin! Six years worth of waves! Tsunami sized waves! What makes you think that being sorted into Slytherin is going to change all that?”

“You might be surprised, Harry.” Neville gave him a sweet, knowing smile and grab his hand, and pulled him off the bed. “Just come on!...If you want, I’ll go to the showers with you and keep you... company. ”

Potter allowed himself to be pulled but gave his friend a skeptical look. Company? More like protection through association.

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Harry and Neville were about five minutes late for the meeting. They would have been early, but they got lost. The dungeons were *huge* and Neville wasn’t exactly the best navigator.

Now, the two boys were standing, in the back, of an overly crowed commons room, and were waiting for the meeting to actually start. It turned out that the Slytherin Perfects were still in their private portion of the meeting. So as everyone waited, Harry got the chance to think about all the more ways the Slytherin dungeons were different from the Gryffindor towers.

The raven-haired boy remembered coming down here with Ron, during his second year. It was a good memory, but he still couldn’t shake the feeling of how creepy the dungeons were. It was so dark, foreboding and oppressive. Now...

It felt the same way.

Slytherin was creepy and there was no way around it.

Though at the time, he thought it was dark because Slytherin was evil and evil loved to dwell in the dark. Now he realized that it was because of the *lack* of windows. Sure there were *some* windows, but they were so close to the ceiling that they really weren’t of any use. Case in point, was the huge and beautifully ornate rose-window in the center of the commons room. The large piece of stained glass-art was nice to look at, but that was about it. Since the dungeons were *underground* the windows, even from their high positions, hardly allowed any natural light to filter through.

So of course it was dark down here!

But it wasn’t only the dark that made the dungeons feel creepy. The creepiness also came in the fact that the only light Slytherin had came from the various torches placed here and there. The dancing flames made for some frighteningly evil looking shadows.

Another noticeable difference was that all of the rooms were bigger. Much bigger. It made since though, seeing how there was only so much room in the towers, where the dungeons had the whole underground span of the Hogwarts castle. The furnishings were another major difference. The towers were furnished with a wonderful worn, velvet and squishy furniture. It had a warm, homey, lived in kind of feel to it. Here in Slytherin, it was like a museum. The furniture was lavishly elegant, but it was stiff leather. The nicknacks were obviously expensive, but looked too fragile to touch. And the stone work on the walls and ceilings were extravagant, but it didn’t look homey. It looked like one of those Catholic muggle cathedrals. Without all the religious fervor behind it.

Harry didn’t notice all of this the first time he was here. He was so focused on his task at hand, he didn’t notice how posh the dungeons were set up. The raven-haired boy was no longer blind to the fact that despite the dungeons being dark, everything about the Slytherin set-up screamed “I’m rich. I’m important, and you better not forget it!”

“No wonder they don’t mind staying down here.” Harry thought to himself. He always wondered how the Slytherin Court and someone as spoiled as Draco Malfoy could go from one of the largest houses in the wizarding world, to being content to live in a *dungeon*.

Now he knew why.

He was pulled away from any more analyses when a door opened and all of the Slytherin Perfects pored out. They all looked like they were brought through a wringer. When the last Perfect was out, Draco Malfoy followed looking smugly in charge and like his usual royally pissed-off self.

Harry turned his gaze away from the xanthochroid when he felt a blush starting to surface. As much as he wanted the thought of last nights almost-sexually-encounter with the Veela to turn his stomach, he couldn’t quite churn up the disgust. Unfortunately.

The Head Boy stood in front of the massive fireplace and began. “You are all probably wondering why I called a meeting this morning, when we were all thoroughly chastised by Professor Snape last night.”

Everyone looked at each other with triumphant smirks. Chastised? Ha! More like congratulated on an overdue victory.

Draco continued. “Professor Snape would have informed you of this new development himself, but right now, he is busy with his research. However, that doesn’t matter because I am more than capable of being the herald.” He gave a short wave of the clipboard that he was caring for everyone to see. He then glanced at the papers, being held down. Grey eyes narrowed angrily. “Alright, by order of importance....” He looked back up and at the congregation in front of him. “Apparently, Dumbledore didn’t trust Snape’s discretion as it relates to punishing us for our behavior in yesterday row. So... the old twit decided to invoke a little double jeopardy.”

Angry cries of injustice erupted throughout the commons room.

“So much surprised indignation for something that was actually quite expected.” Draco mused and shook his head. “And you don’t even know what the punishment is yet.” He waited for them to settle down before he continued.

As Harry waited patiently for Malfoy’s dramatic pause to end, he returned his attention towards the Head Boy and leaned back against one of the many ornately, carved pillars. Unlike the others in the room, Harry was more curious than angry at the thought of being punished by Dumbledore. Over the years, he had done much worse than participate in a House War, so he figured the punishment wouldn’t be too harsh. Because by his own experience, the Headmaster seemed like a pretty lenient fellow.

Yes, well Harry’s opinion of the Headmaster being a lenient fellow, stood until the boy heard the punishment.

“Fellow Slytherins” Draco called out in a Shakespearian voice. “I come here to inform you that our Hogsmeade privileges have been revoked until Old Hallows Eve.”

“WHAT?!!!” Everyone, including Harry Potter, yelled out in shock. The only ones who did not react were the Perfects, and that was only because they had already found this out during their meeting.

“I don’t believe I stuttered, so I am sure you heard me perfectly well.” Draco drawled as he returned his attention to the clipboard, in his hand. He was reading the second thing on his list.

“This is completely unfair!” A sixth year girl cried out “A two months punishment for a little row!”

“That ‘little row’....” Draco smirked. “Was the largest row that has ever transpired in these hallowed Halls of Hogwarts.” Draco still gave his full attention to the papers in his hand, as he continued. “But that is not why we were punished so severely.”

“Then what in the hell is Dumbledorks problem?!” Someone grit out.

“His problem...” Draco drawled as he glanced up from his clipboard. “Is that *his* precious House got their arse kicked by *us.* We shattered their little pipe dream that they could defeat us, “Death Eaters.”” Draco rolled his eyes in disgust but continued anyway. “And now all the little Gryffindorks are running around, in their tower, with their tails between their legs and crying for their mummy‘s. Dumbledore did this... to put us in our place.”

“Did the Gryffindors get punished?” A fourth year leaning against a far wall asked.

“No.” Draco lied only to fuel their fire.

“But that’s...not fair!” A young girl cried out. A first year.

“Well, welcome to Slytherin.” Draco answered curtly. He wondered why she even cared. 1st years didn’t even *have* Hogsmeade privileges. “Snakes, you know the drill. Write your parents and inform them of Dumbledore’s latest transgression and in about a week, two at the most, because we all know what a stubborn bastard he can be, we will have our privileges reinstated. Now, on to our second order of business.”

Harry just stood there, dumbfounded. He couldn’t even hear what else the meeting was about because *never* in all his years in Hogwarts had he witnessed Dumbledore give out such a harsh punishment. Then, he thought about it. He *has* witnessed it before, he’s just never been a recipient of it.

By the time Harry refocused his attention to the meeting, it was over and Neville was nudging him, in the ribs, with his elbow.

“Harry.”

The boy looked over at his friend. “Hmm?”

“Are you ok?”

Harry shook his no but said. “Yeah.”

Neville quirked a brow, then smiled. “It will be ok. I’m sure Snape didn’t drop one of your favorite classes on purpose.”

“What?” The raven-haired boy asked in a confused tone. “What do you mean Snape dropped one my classes?”

“Yesterday was drop and add.....” Longbottom timidly continued, in a confused tone himself. “Because of the row, the Professors were forced to do it under their own discretion. ..Snape had to drop and add our classes for us. Weren’t you....listening to Draco?”

Harry turned his attention toward the blond, and at that exact same moment, cool gray eyes locked with his. Instantly, Harry felt his face flush. Unfortunately, he didn’t know why. No, that wasn’t true. He knew exactly why and that was the problem.

Draco tilted his head a few centimeters, in a silent assessment to Harry‘s reaction before he brushed it off as being unimportant. “Lastly, we have two more new Slytherins to welcome to the fold.” He gestured toward the two former Gyffindor’s, in the back of the massive room. “As many of you already know..... Neville Longbottom.”

Blaise quickly started clapping and then scowled at everyone who wasn‘t. They understood the unspoken command and started clapping as well. Even though most of them didn’t want to.

The boy being introduced made a tiny step forward and gave a sheepish wave.

Draco rolled his eyes and continued. “And Harry Potter.”

Immediately, the hall went silent.

“What the hell!” A six year boy stood up and spat out. “There is no way!”

“Actually....” Draco intervened in an omnipotent drawl. “He was originally sorted here.”

“Then why wasn’t he..”

Malfoy interrupted again and said one word that would explain everything. “Dumbledore.”

Harry noticed many of the Slytherins nod as if they were understanding a great secret. He was getting the impression that they didn’t like or trust their Headmaster.

When the room became immersed with disgruntled mummers, one of the seventh years cried out in protest of Harry’s new sorting.

“Why did they resort him *now*?” She asked affronted. “And why did they send him to *us*?”

“It’s because he’s no longer the Gryffindork Golden Boy!” Someone else supplied indignantly.

“Well, we don’t want their rejects either!” Someone else cried out. “Send him to Hufflepuff with the other losers!”

A cheer of agreement was heard throughout the commons room. Hufflepuff was as equally disliked as the Gryffindor house. Mostly, because it had the most muggle-borns.

“I’m telling my father about this!” A first year fumed and stomped his foot brattily “Its not fair that they get to tarnish our Houses name with the likes of *Harry Potter!*”

Harry couldn’t help himself, he scowled at the young boy and then at everyone else in the room. The way they were acting, it was like he wasn’t even there!

When someone else tried to comment, Draco put his hand up and silenced the person immediately, as well as everyone else. “You can write your father until your hand falls off, and the rest of you can complain until you are blue in the face. It won’t matter. Potter is a Snake. As unworthy as he may be, he is one of us.” Draco then closed his eyes and took a deep, and what looked a like a painful breath before he opened his eyes and continued. “So now that this is all cleared up.... I want everyone to know, Longbottom and Potter are 7th years. Treat them as such.” There was an unmistakable warning in his tone.

Harry looked warily around the massive room. He could tell by the scowl on most everyone's faces that Draco’s warning was a hard pill to swallow for them. The former Gryffindor had a sinking feeling that their Head Boy’s words would be ignored. Well, at by some of them. Harry knew that there was too much bad blood between he and all of them for his transition into Slytherin to go without incident.

Draco narrowed his eyes as he noticed the vengeful faces on his housemates. Normally, he wouldn‘t care if they attacked or harassed Potter. However, now, if they did it, they would be disrespecting *him* and *his* command. And that was unacceptable. Therefore, Draco knew that he was going to have to make an example of a few of them. At that realization, he mentally glowered and damned Potter for being sorted in here, for the last thing he ever wanted to do was attack his *own* sort to protect *Harry Potter!* In spite of this, he decided that he would cross that bridge when he came to it. As of right now, he still had his Head Boy duties to attend to.

“Those of you who need a new schedule, the Perfect of your represented year will have them. Any further problems you may have, take them to your Perfects, *first.* If it’s still unresolved, then bring them to me. If I cannot fix it, then-and-only-then will we bring it Professor Snape. Do we have an understanding?” He glared at everyone, in the room, as he continued “Do *not* bother Professor Snape with petty shite. And do *not* bother me with it either. That is what your Perfects are for.”

And didn’t Draco know *that* through experience.

“One more thing before we conclude. All the professors in Hogwarts are hoping that we screw up. They *want* to punish us, even more so now that we won that row. Remember that before you do anything stupid.” He looked at the first years with pure malice. Since they were new and gung-ho. “If you make us lose any points for stupid shite, _you_will_regret_ it. And I‘m not talking about what the professor‘s are going to do to you, either.”

And didn’t he know that through experience *too.* Though it never stopped him, during his earlier years.

After finishing his heralding duties, Draco glanced at Blaise and gave his friend a subtle non-verbal command. The raven-haired boy nodded, then made a beeline straight for his cherub and scorn of all Slytherin, Potter.

With his duties and the first phase of the “Plan” accomplished, Draco turned on his heel and headed back toward his office. He was furious, not only at Dumbledore for taking away his Hogsmeade privileges, or having to drop a class that he *liked* for fucking Muggle Studies. No, his fury was mostly directed at both of his fathers for telling him – no, forcing him– to make Potter transition into Slytherin as smooth possible.

It wasn’t fair!

The young Malfoy felt that it was *his* turn to show Potter who was boss, who really was Hogwarts’ Golden Child. It was *his* turn to make Potter regret choosing the House of the Cowardly Lion over the House of the Cunning Snake! But mostly, it was Draco’s turn to make the self-righteously, indignant, Harry Potter regret for saying *no* to him!

But his fathers took that away!

It wasn’t fair dammit!!

And why was the fair prince still being denied his justice? Justice he felt that he so rightly deserved?

Because, apparently, his fathers had some kind of “plan” that he wasn’t let in on. They said he was on a “need-to-know basis.”

Need-to-know basis, his pale arse! It wasn’t FAIR!!!

Adults and their fucking secrets!

Didn’t they realize that diffusing the Potter situation was probably the hardest thing he ever had to do! And since Draco felt that he was doing all the *work,* they should, at least, share more than a tidbit of information with him! Unfortunately, that was not the case. Therefore, in Draco’s not so humble opinion, whatever his parents were going to *buy* him for this “selfless” act....it better be worth it, because unfortunately, his task wasn’t over. He still had to purge Potter of all the lies he’d been fed these past six years and sway the unworthy ex-Gryffindor to the Slytherin side.

In Draco’s opinion, sometimes life really sucked.

tbc
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I would like to first apologize to everyone who had to wait so long for this chapter. I feel so horrible. I can’t say sorry enough.

Secondly, but just as important, I would like to thank all of the wonderful people who reviewed. Thank you so much. When I couldn’t get to a computer for extended periods of time, it was such a joy when I found an email. It truly made my day. And when my muse ditched me, your emails forced me to track her down. ^_~ Thank you so much. I love all of you.

I’ll try to get the next chapter out as soon as I can.

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