A War Mages Path

Chapter 2:

Harry was subjected to a rude awakening when he suddenly fohimshimself on the hard, not to mention cold, stone r ofr of his shared dungeon’s suite. Looking up, he noticed two vibrant colored blobs on the other side of his bed.

Looking over at the green and gold blur that was standing next to the pale shaded one, Harry felt around beside him and after a moment located a heavy black boot. With all of his strength, which wasn’t much considering he had just woken up by landing on the floor, he lobed the projectile at the two. A heavy ‘whap’ followed by a female shriek was all that was needed to bring a smile to the nearly blind boy’s face.

“Harry! Oooh…. I swear I’ll get you back you …you…gender-bender you!”

Harry looked out raged at the insult and call after her flouncing form, “Hey! That was only once and it was for a mission! Miss it-took-me-six-years-to-graduate!”

The sound of a slamming picture told Harry that he hadn’t really won the fight, but had the upper hand for the moment.

Over the two years that Harry had know her, Hellaine had always insisted on waking him up in odd and weird ways and then fighting with him like it was his fault when he retaliated. At first it had been out of pure malice, but as time wore on like it had a tendency of doing, it had turned into a ritual for them.

Most of his lovers stayed clear of her after the first night the slept in Harry’s bed. It didn’t matter to Hellaine who was in the bed with her roommate, if they were there, they were getting subjected to whatever she had cooked up the night before, just like Harry. The only one that laughed at it and approached the pale haired girl afterwards, was Harry’s spirit mage.

Actually, now that he thought about it, his small lover was the only one other than Jade that Hellaine actually approved of. The next time he had stayed over, he had actually slipped from the bed twenty minutes before Hellaine, and poured cold water over her in revenge.

Harry had woken up to his roommate’s shocked scream and his orange haired mate holding a rather large bucket. To say that Harry was surprised would have been an understatement. Harry was floored, after that incident, whenever he stayed over or the once that he had joined them on a mission, he had smiled quietly and given a small green bucket to Hellaine. It had now become a running joke between the three of them.

“You know, there was that one time for my birthday…and that time you were hiding from that guy that I ended up hitting...”

Harry glared at the annoying blob and wished he cold find his other boot.

“Alright so it was more than once…sue me!”

The long haired man smiled at his young lover and said, “Sorry love, can’t right now, you do have school today right? We need to get you to breakfast, which yre lre late for, and get you your schedule.”

Harry smiled over at his multi-colored lover and slowly got to his feet.

“I agree, skipping a meal should be a crime…let me just get dressed.”

Stepping out of his black boxers, Harry slowly sauntered over to the closet that was across the room, next to an old oak wardrobe that Hellaine had just insisted that she put her cloths in. Not that Harry minded. He was willing to get into an all out fight for the closet. All is cis cloths needed to be hung up, lest they get wrinkled.

Standing nude in front of the open closet, Harry ignored the beautiful eyes he knew were staring at him, and focused on choosing a proper outfit. Pulling out a few things, Harry then closed the doors and calmly walked back over to his bed, all the time knowing all to well what he was doing to the man that knew he couldn’t touch him for lack of time.

After a moment, Harry walked over to his trunk and slowly bent over to retrieve a pair of boxers, slipping into them, he turned to his lover and smiled at the pained and longing expression.

“What do you think? Leather or tights?”

The tights were a running joke between the two for a long time. Theodore had wanted to see him in an outfit similar to that of Romeo’s from the Romeo and Juliet. Well, having read the book when he was still going to muggle-school, Harry had refused. So one morning he woke up to find all of his cloths gone except a frilly poets shirt and green tights stating that he had no other choice but to wear them or go naked. Well weighing his options, Harry actually decided to go completely naked.

This had shocked and upset his playful lover. Shock, because he never thought that his younger lover had it in him, and Upset, because yoneyone was looking at him. It had taken all of ten minutes for Jade to punch a wayward earth mage for grabbing what belonged to him, and getting Harry back to his room where he was quickly ravished, dressed, anld uld under no circumstances would he ever do that again.

Harry had readily agreed, as long as the magenta hair man never stole his cloths and gave him the choice of going naked of tights. Because going naked was always the better choice.

After getting dressed and going his hair, Harry once again turned to his lover and smiled.

“Ready to go Teddy? I’m sure the others are wondering where we are…”

Jade smiled at the use of the variation of his reale. We. Wrapping his one of his arms around the younger boy’s waist, Jade steered them out of the more and up to the great hall to eat.


Draco looked around for his new friend. He hadn’t slept in the seventh year dorms last night and now he was late for breakfast Draco didn’t know what to think.

For the first time since his crush\'s disappearance two years prior, the true Draco Malfoy was back. Gone was the sad boy who didn’t eat and mopped about. He couldn’t wait to see the look on Ronald Weasly’s face when he actually fought back when the red head tried to make fun of him in any way.

Looking up as the doors to the great hall rushed open, Draco was stunned into silence at what he saw. Of course he saw his friend, but it was more what he was wearing than anything else.

Midnight was dressed in a loose, flowing black poet’s shirt that had a ‘V’ cut into it and silver lace loosely threaded across the opening. He was also wearing a pair of leather pants that were so tight they looked like a second layer of skin. A wide chain mail belt made of silver instead of steel hung lopsidedly off of his hips. On his feet was a pair of black two and half inch lace up boots. Draco looked closely and noted that the silver haired boy had quick laced the silver laces.

After a moment of surveying the occupants of the great hall, Harry and Jade separated and went to their respective seats. Harry gracefully sat him self in the seat between Draco and Pansy and began eating after a brief smile at them.

“Morning Midnight…sleep well?”

The silver haired boy nodded and swallowed his food in order to answer Pansy’s question.

“Yes thank you. Waking up was the problem. My roommate is cruel.”

This statement was met with a table full of blank stares. So sighing, Harry proceeded to explain the way Hellaine had woken him up. Most of the table started laughing until Harry reminded them that she was going to be one of their D.A.D.A professors.

“Oh no! We have over half of our classes with those terrible Gryffindors!”

Harry looked over at Basil, who had a stack of schedules in her hand and blinked at her as she stated passing the parchment out. Looking down he discovered that, indeed, he did have all of his classes with his old house.

“Midnight, What classes do you have?” Pansy asked as she leaned over to look over his shoulder. “Let’s see… Adv. Transfigurations, Adv. Potions, Adv. Divinations, Adv. Egyptian Hieroglyphs…but Midnight, that’s only four…we all have eight. What are you doing for the rest of your classes?”

Harry laughed at the curly haired girls’ question and gave her a brilliant smile.

“Why…Teaching you of course. I’m also one of you D.A.D.A teachers. But since I’m only seventeen I have to be in school. It sucks but what can I do? Actually, I really don’t need these four classes, but I’m taking them anyways…”

Draco looked at Harry’s schedule and then at his a few times before smiling.

“Looks like we have the same classes. Except Egyptian Hieroglyphs…I have Ancient Runes…. I pity you. All of your classes are with the Gryffindors, they’re just awful.” Ha Harry tilted his head and asked a question that he had wanted to ask for years. Looking around at his new friends, he hoped that they wouldn’t give him a stupid excuse.

“Why do you guys hate the them so much? It isn’t because they don’t care about the hole, ‘Pureblood Muggle-born’ thing?”

Surprisingly it was Goyle who answered.

“Contrary to popular belief, no. We really don’t care about that…well I mean, we do, but not to the extent that everyone thinks we do. Our parents are Pureblood and were raised by pureblooded parents, so its only natural that we grow up with the idea that only purebloods should be aloud to do magic. But the real thing is, Without muggle blood, we would’ve died out long ago. If you ask some of the first or second year, hell you can even ask some of the third and fourth years, most of them will tell you that they are half-and-half.

The real reason is personality. Gryffindors are bold, and loud. They are more likely to purposely go looking for trouble, without a plan or anything, than to just stay put and think it out. A Gryffindor will explode at the slightest thing, and then make sure that when they get revenge, people know its them who did it.

We Slytherins are different. We are quite and cunnine doe don’t like to be bothered when we are thinking and when we go out to get into trouble, we are prepared and know what we are going up against to the best that we can. When we get revenge, its silent, quick, and people are going to remember it. We don’t worry our selves with ‘will they know its us’ because no one would think twice about it.

Everyone assumes that we are going to join up with the dark lord at the drop of a dime, just because we are In the same house that Voldermort was, but in truth, it really your actions that shape the wizard, Not the house. Fate in not set in stone, there is always a way to change it.

Another difference between us is that Gryffindors are quick to give their trust to anyone that comes along, as long as they weren’t in Slytherin mind you. People have to earn our trust, and that’s hard to do. But as soon as you have it, you have it for life. Gryffindors are more than likely to drop you like a hot rock. Sad but true…”


Everyone at the table stared at Goyle for a moment before remembering that the ‘all bronze no brains’ look was just a cover. After a moment people nodded and agreed with what he saidsaid.

Harry had never really seen it that way. Being a former Gryffindor himself, he had to agree with what Gregory had said, Gryffindors were loud and flashy and most of all, likely to drop you like a rock if they thought that you weren’t what they wanted you to be.

Smiling Harry motioned for everyone to get their stuff ready, because they all had Potions with the Gryffindors first thing. Harry decided that Dumbledore just did not like him for some reason. Harry laughed when he heard Draco grumbling something along the same lines as what all seventh year Slytherins were thinking.

“Damned old man…Potions should not be this early in the morning…No body really needs to deal with Snape this early…even us. Don’t get me wrong, I love the man to death, but Dumbledore must really hate us to make us pretend to be what we’re not at this hour.”


Pansy laughed and patted the blond boy on the back soothingly.

“Don’t worry Draco-baby, just toss one of your amazing insults at Weasly like you did two years ago and everything will be fine…”

Harry heard Draco mumble something along the lines of ‘I don’t want to’ but was to busy holding back laughter at the nickname to really hear him properly.


Harry stood next to Crabbe on the way down to the dungeons, Laughing with the rest of the Slytherins and getting to know the pe hee he had hated for years on end alittle better than he had ever thought he would.

Just as Harry was getting into a particularly interesting conversation with Crabbe on the properties of crushed Columbine, when a loud and brash voice call everyone’s attention to the stair way.

“Merlin! Why did it have to be you? Isn’t bad enough that we have to see you’re slimy faces at breakfast?”

Harry wasn’t to surprised to see that it was Ron Weasly who had said this. He had always known Ron to be the ultimate Gryffindor, but this was going to far. The Ron Weasly that he had know would never start a fight for no reason…that was usually Draco’s job.

Draco let out a small sigh before he put on a mask of pure superiority and hatred. Looking closely, Harry noted that the hatred was real, the rest of it was a mask. Allowing a familiar drawl to flow from his perfect lips, Draco sent a remark at Ron that two years ago would’ve made Harry boil with rage and jump to his friend’s defense.

“Weasly, I’m surprised to see that you’re actually here. I would’ve thought that your house would’ve fallen over by now, seeing as the sorry excuse you call a house can be in no way structurally sound. I would be thanking all of the stars in the heavens that you’re family is wizarding, or you’d be out on the streets…”


Ron glared and was about to throw a nasty curse at the blond, when a cold and irritated voice made most of the Gryffindors freeze.

“Mister Weasly, I do hope that you were not about to harm another student, it would be terrible to explain to you head of house why you lost fifty points above and beyond the unfathomable amount you will undoubtedly loose in this class alone.”

Draco turned a dazzling smile on his head of house and walked into the room as soon as he could.

“ Mister Malfoy…it’s good to see that you’ve gotten back on track. Today class, we will be making the dragons breath potion. Whoever you are sitting next to will be your partner for the rest of the year. I hope you chose wisely... The instructions are in you book. Get to work!”


Looking over at Crabbe, Harry blinked for a moment as the burly looking boy moved to put their cauldron over the flame Harry grabbed his hand. Lowering his voice so that only those around him could hear what he was saying, Harry explained.

“You wouldn’t like to do that. Unlike most potions, the dragons breath potion has to be made completely cold. As the ingredients are added, the potion heats up. The last step of the potion is to chill it over night. If you don’t do this, the potion will become to hot to do anything with and you will have a ruined potion.”

The Slytherins who had been listening to him quickly extinguished the flames under their cauldrons and switched to their partner’s cooler cauldrons quickly. Looking over, Harry realized that most of the Gryffindors, with the exception of Hermoine Granger, had preheated their cauldrons and were well into the making of the potion to turn back now.

Raising his hand, Harry hoped that he could maybe save some people from getting burned to badly when a yelp and an explosion caused him to drop his hand turn quickly to see what had happened.

As usual, Neville Longbottom’s cauldron was in the middle of melting and the nearly done Dragon’s Breath potion was seeping everywhere. As soon as Snape had opened his mouth to yell at the bumbling boy, three more cauldrons began to melt. Soon after that four more began melting and random explosions could be heard though out the room.

Knowing that this would be extremely bad if the potion wasn’t cooled off immediately, Harry jumped to the top of his stool to avoid the substance that was burning though everything it touched. With a wave of his hand, Harry cast a fast-acting freezing spell that left everything in the room, except for the people, covered in a thick layer of ice.

“Is everyone alright? Who is burnt other than mister Longbottom? Does anyone need medical attention that can not wait for twenty minutes?”

A few hands rose slightly, but other than that, no one moved. Making his way slowly over to his teacher, Harry looked him over. Snape had gotten a lot of the potion on him as he had tried to help the students get away from the potion while actively trying to freeze the potion himself. But seeing as how much of it had gotten everywhere, Snape’s spells did little help, it just paused it for half a millisecond.

“Professor, please let me see your arms, they are what I am most worried about. Your legs we can deal with in a moment.”

Reluctantly, Snape held out his arms, watching Harry closely for any motion to pull up his left sleeve any further than it was already burnt off.

Taking a quick look at the angry burns, Harry cast a quick cooling charm, looking over his teacher’s legs, Harry quickly did the charm again and moved onto the next person.

“Professor, help me cool off these burns. Draco! Go get Poppy, She’ll need to look over Neville. Hurry, that potion doesn’t stop at the skin, It burns strait through. We can’t move him because of the severity of the wounds…” Turning to the person next to him, Harry noticed that it was Hermoine, Noticing the red splotches on her face had arms, Harry set to work.

“ Now Hermoine, come on…turn and face me, I need to treat your face first, the charm is fast, but I need your cooperation…” Hermoine slowly turned to him and looked at him the best she could. The skin around her eyes was basically gone and her tears were just making it worse. “Alright, this is going to hurt alittle and feel really odd, but don’t touch it whatever you do.”

At Hermoine’s nod, Harry performed the spell and to Hermoine’s credit, she didn’t make one sound. At that moment Draco came running back into the room, or at lest he tried. The ice under his feet made it a little hard and he crashed into a table in the process.

Poppy Pomfery was a smart woman so when she saw the room ahead, she slowed down and slowly made her way into the room.

“Severus! Mister Midnight, What is going on here?”

Harry answered seeing as Snape wouldn’t be able to go through the story with out getting super angry. Quickly explaining that most people didn’t follow the directions for the potion, and the after math, Harry went back to healing a sobbing and babbling Lavender Brown’s hand.

“I knew it, I just knew it…my tea leaves this morning just told me something bad was going to happen…I knew it!”

Harry tried his best to ignore her as he dropped her hand and moved on to the next person.

Twenty minutes later, ProfesSnapSnape and all of the Gryffindor seventh years were fd tod to go to the hospital wing. As he left, Snape had placed Harry in charge with the words of,

“A War Mage should know what to do. Write a note proclaiming that the rest of the day’s classes are canceled and that all Gryffindor seventh years have detention with me tonight.”

Harry also heard him still shouting out orders as Pomfery dragged him out of the dungeons, but couldn’t hear him to well, so he red red him.

“Alright, Everyone needs to get out of the room, forget about trying to grab your stuff, you won’t get it. It will all be returned to you in the morning…if the classroom is fixed by that point. I-”

Just at that moment a smoking scarlet airplane came zooming in the classroom and right into Harry’s hands. Opening it slowly, Harry found himself on the frozen ground with Snape’s voice booming from the note at him.

“AND SEVENTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINGOR! …NO MAKE IT SEVENTY-TWO…GRRRRRR”

And with that, the note burned up and disappeared. Draco and Pansy were at Harry’s side in an instant helping him up.

“Oh Midnight…are you alright? Wow…I’ve never seen a howler sent like that before, he must be really mad…”

Harry stood and watched everyone get out of the room before he, himself, mhis his way the non-iced over hallway. When Harry was safely on a traction able surface once again, He turned and closed the door, or tried to at lest. As laughable as it was, the door was frozen solidly to the ground.

After struggling with it for a moment, Harrrnedrned to Crabbe and Goyle. The two nodded and a few bruises later, the two boys finally forced the door shut with a slam.

“Thank you…now lets see…seeing as how none of us have any parchment, or quills for that matter, I guess I’m just going to have to do it my way.”

After thinking for a moment, Harry blew across the wooden door. Everyone waited for words to appear, but they didn’t. Laughing at all of their confused looks Harry explained.

“It a trick I picked up from a wizard in the Soviet Union a few month ago. When you approach it, your message will appear, but there can be seven people looking at the same message and it can be completely different. If one person reads in English, but another is more versed in French, the message will appear in French for one person and English for another. Or if it’s an enemy approaching, and there is classified information in the message, they will see nothing but false information. Nifty huh?”

A few of the Slytherins laughed and tried it out and ended it did appear different to each one of them. Just then the annoying sound of magical bells and whistles sounded releasing the captors of boredom for five to six minutes before they had to get to their next classes.

Groans were heard from many of the Slytherin students as they trudged up the steps and off to their next class. Draco and Harry waved good-bye to their friends as they turned down the corridor that led to the Transfiguration room. Draco looked miserable.

“Hey cheer up Draco-baby, maybe Mcgonagall will let us out early as well because her precious Gryffindors aren’t there…”

Draco glared at the silver haired boy and sighed.

“Nah, we won’t get that lucky, That woman has a stick shoved to far up her ass to even think about letting students out early, or canceling class…”

Harry turned surprised eyes to his companion and said with all of the seriousness he could find within himself, “Wow…that’s saying something considering we just got out of Severus Snape’s class...”

This got a laugh out of the blond. They were both all smiles when they entered the Gryffindor head of house’s classroom. Noting that they were the only ones there, Harry and Draco took seats in the front and just sat there.

“So…Midnight, tell me, why didn’t you come back to the dorms last night?”

Harry had been waiting for this question all morning, turning so that he could both see the door and look at his friend, Harry explained.

“You see, we mages have a schedule, a way of doing things, a way of life. We follow this to the best we can. When we go on missions, we are paired up. Most of the time, there are eight people in a group. But when you get up to the elite rankings you only have six. My group is the exception. We only have five so we are able to have an extra person brought in with out interrupting our flow. When an elite group already had six and another is brought in, it creates problems. You wold have to have an extra tent for the new people, extra food for two, with only five, we continue to work as if we have six in our unit. That’s just the way we work.

My roommate iick ick Silver, I’ve been with her since I was a trainee. I’ve learned to deal with her, I know how to handle her mood swings and if she gets trashed on by her resent boyfriend or lover, I know how to clam her down and am able to listen to her incoherent babbling for hours on end until she feel better. If I was to switch, and say I switched with …Bloodlust, I think I would go insane, and poor Jade would end up killing Quick Silver after two days of the arrangement. ”

Draco nodded at this, he figured this made sense. For a Mage to have a roommate meant they had to be together for along while. Draco had read in a book once that many times, a Mage would keep the same roommate until they die, even if they are of different elements, like fire and water. Often times never replacing them.

Twenty minutes passed and still, no teacher was in sight, so Harry stood up and motioned for Draco to do the same when a tall back woman in a knee length, sleeveless blue dress and blue flats walked into the room.

“Mister Malfoy, please sit down. I believe you have a homework you need to turn in and I’m sure that I can teach you whatever it is that Mcgonagall has planed for the day. Midnight, You will be taking my place in D.A.D.A. Go on now…”

Nodding to his mentor, Harry got up to leave when Draco’s voice reached his ears.

“Wait, you can leave me! And why am I the only person here?”

A soft laughed rang out from the front of the classroom and Aqua started to explain the situation.

“As it turns out Mister Malfoy, most of theple ple that are taking this class are Gryffindors, and seeing as how the trouble in potions landed all of them in the hospital wing, you will be the only person in class today. Midnight has to take my place in Defense Against the Dark Arts because he already knows everything that this school can teach him. By the way Midnight, you might want to hurry, I left Quick Silver in charge…”

Harry’s eyes widened as he did a one-eighty and fled out the door. Aqua laughed at his words as they faded down the hallway.

“Are you Crazy?”

Practically flying down flights of stairs, passed doors that he knew really weren’t there and suits of armor that you could only see on certain days of the month in specific weather, Harry finally made it to the D.A.D.A. room. Slipping in Harry heard the last bit of a story he was sure he didn’t want to know the entirety of.

“…And that is why you never wear moldy cheese on you head.”

Rolling his eyes, Harry noted thaick ick Silver was up at the front of the room bouncing from table to table full of wide-eyed sixth years. Harry watched for a few minutes as his roommate popped a piece of chocolate in her mouth and giggled madly. Deciding that the poor Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs had had enough madness for one day, Harry cleared his throat and strode up to the front of the class.

“Quick Silver, What in the hell are you doing? And who in their right mind gave you anything sweet?”

Now that Harry had gotten Hellaine to be quite, or at lest as quite as mad giggling could be considered, Harry could her the soft yet startling sounds of someone slamming their aga against a wall. Looking around, Harry saw a tall good-looking man in green hitting his head repeatedly.

“Jade! Stop it! Giving yourself more brain damage then you already have for giving her chocolate will not help anything!”

Harry swiftly went over and pried his lover from the wall and slowly walked him over to the desk in front of the room. Glaring at the man, Harry ranted at him for a moment before ending with,

“…And What in the Hell were you thinking?”

The magenta haired man looked up at Harry’s question and then over to the still giggling War Mage. Deciding that a mad boyfriend was the lesser of the two evils, Jade set about explaining the situation to his irate lover.

“I was going through the desk here, when I opened the second draw to the left and pulled out a nicely wrapped chunk of chocolate about a big a Quick Silver’s head. It took her all of ten second to have it out of my hands and on its way into her mouth. It so sso scary Midnight, don’t ever let me do that again!”

In the time it had take to get this out of him Quick Silver had gone into another story, when Harry began to listen to her again she was just finishing.

“And that is why you never keep chocolate from a woman.”

Harry turned to the class and sighed. Giving them the best smile he could given the case, he really hoped they weren’t scared too badly.

“I am really sorry about this, but these two need mental help. Please don’t take anything Quick Silver said seriously, Except for the moldy cheese on you head thing…you really don’t want to do that, and the chocolate thing. I think…I really wasn’t listening. But with her it’s better to give it to her because she knows when you have it on you. This woman is like a bloodhound…. Class Dismissed. Please read chapters seven and eight and be prepared tomorrow.”

As the class quickly gathered their stuff and filed out of the room as quick as the door would let them, Harry turned back to his friends and shook his head.

“What am I going to do with the two of you? Quick Silver, Haven’t we told you not to attack us when we have chocolate that you don’t know where it came from? Hell, that stuff has probably been here since I went to school here! The only teacher I know that had chocolate on him at all times was Professor Lupin. He was a werewolf. That was in my third year! Now unless I’m wrong that chocolate would have to be at lest four years old!”

Hellaine’s eyes grew wide as she listened to her roommate rant. Deciding it was time to shim,him, she walked over a sharply hit him over the head.

“Will you get a grip? There is only one thing I want you to answer for me before I run out of here and going back to our room and not let you in because you yelled at me.”

Harry sighed. He knew that yelling at the pale haired girl had been a mistake, but it was the fist day of school and they had already frightened half of the sixth years and god only knew what they did to the first group. Seeing as how Aqua was sleeping in due to staying up later than normal trying to get the head master to see the need for three rooms.

“What would that be Hell?”

The nineteen year-olds eyes grew to any enormous size, over all Harry figured she was trying to go for the ‘I’m-so-cute’ look.

“Was the chocolate really four years old?”

At Harry’s nod the girl ran from the room, saying something about finding fresh chocolate soon or she was going to have a fit.

“Well my dear Midnight, I think its time to get you back for what you did to me this morning…”

Scooping his younger lover into his arms, Jade proceeded to carry the silver haired boy out the door before the panicked complaints started…

“But what about the rest of the classes? And I still have one more class myself and-“

Jade silenced the boy in his arms with a soft kiss that made the other melt.

“As I was saying…I can skip class and I’m sure Aqua and Bloodlust won’t mind teaching the rest of the classes…”

Smiling Jade, carried Harry all the way to their room in the dungeons with out anyone seeing them. Harry didn’t know how it happened but he was glad for it. It had been along time since his Theodore had ever been this romantic and sweet with him.


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Well that’s chapter two! I spent a lot of time on this so I hope you guys liked it. Thank you to all that review, I loved them all.

Just a note to everyone, I usually write at night and post in the early hours of the morning so, if you see postings one after another…I have updated. I get into groves were I will update a lot, and then work on another story. If you liked this fic you might like some of my other work as well.

Things will be explained, but to tell you the truth, I don’t know how I’m going to explain Dumbledore’s lack of knowledge…that’s a tough one…

Thank you for reading and Please review, It really does help me to write faster.

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