Spell Master

Author: Babychan

email: baby_chan1778@yahoo.com or babychan1778@yahoo.com

Title: Spell Master

Rating: R but it will become NC17 later.

Series: Yes. Chapter 19a/?

Parings: H/D S/N/L N/B

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. Also with the OotP now being out, this like so many other fics has turned into an AU. ^___~ but not too much. Thank goodness. So their will be OotP spoilers.

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.: I would like to apologize for the taking so long to update. And I would like to thank everyone for their reviews for my fic. It means so very much. Thank you. ^______~


Spell Master






“Replicus!”

With a magical pop, Harry had, in his hand, the last of his mother’s trophies. He wasn’t really surprised that she had earned quite a few. Especially in Charms. However, he *was* proud at the visual revelation. So the raven-haired boy smile broadly as he gingerly placed the trophy inside his magical bag.

About thirty minutes ago, the former Gryffindor ran back to his room and retrieved his magical carryon. He did this because he *knew* that Draco was *never* going to allow him back into the trophy room. So Harry decided that if he couldn’t come here to visit her, then he was going to take a copy of all that was hers with him. Harry felt that it was his right. She was his mother and this was her stuff, after all. And while he was at it, the Gryffindor heir also replicated every trophy and picture of his great grandfather as well.

Without increasing its outward appearance or weight, the bag he retrieved would magically enlarge as he placed items in it. He had bought it on a whim, in his fourth year, and was now appreciating his foresight. In the raven-haired seeker’s opinion, buying this bag was one of the best investments he ever made.

Unfortunately, Harry had only a few minutes left before lunch ended, and not knowing if he still had other relatives in Slytherin, he decided to meander around those honored halls and closely inspect all of pictures of Head Persons and group pictures of the Prefects, in all the Years, since the school opened, for possible relatives. The task was truly over whelming. Ultimately, he didn’t find anymore ancestors who were inducted into the Snake Fold. Or at least, he didn’t think he did. In all honesty, he would never know if their last names were something other than Gryffindor, Potter or Evans.

Strangely enough, when Harry duplicated the pictures of his great grandfather and his mother, through their years as Prefects, all the way up to their last year Head positions, Harry found out that those group Prefect pictures also included pictures of Lucifer Malfoy, who was one year ahead of Musagets Gryffindor and Lucius Malfoy, who was one year ahead of his mom.

Harry reached into his bag and randomly picked out a picture. It was one of the many of Musagets. Idly, the raven-haired boy wondered if his great grandfather and Draco’s great grandfather were friends. In all of their Prefect pictures, they stood next to one another, smiling with cruel arrogance. Harry put the picture back into his bag and took out another. This one was of his mother.

Unlike his great grandfather, his mother always appeared to stand as far away from the Malfoy heir, Draco‘s father, as possible. Even without knowing the Malfoy’s standing on muggleborns, it was easy for Harry to tell that they weren’t friends. Nevertheless, in each of her pictures, Lilly was always happy, smiling sweetly, and surrounded by a small group of female Slytherin Prefects. And every so often, the group of girls would giggle happily for no reason at all. It was almost as if they were sharing a private joke. While Lucius, on the other hand, who was a year ahead of his mother, was standing on the other side of the picture looking mean as ever.

However, Lucius was not alone either. Harry couldn’t help but laugh at Lucius’s companion because it was Professor Snape! It turned out that the young Potions Master was also a Prefect, and one Year behind his mother.

Harry held the picture closer as he stared at Severus. He looked so different. So *young* which was so amusing, it was cute. In truth, Snape wasn’t half bad looking. And his nose wasn’t anywhere a big as Remus and Sirius joked it to be. His hair wasn’t even half as oily as it looked now. Actually, it didn’t look oily at all. However, in spite of this revelation, this wasn’t the first time Harry’s seen a young Severus Snape. It’s just the first time he could appreciate the young man’s appearance. The first time he’d seen Snape at this age, the only thing Harry could see was how cruel and hateful his *own* father truly was. The severity of his father’s actions against Snape made him so ashamed. Ashamed to be his son. Ashamed at the fact that he had practically worshipped the man. And ashamed at the fact that if he would have known the truth about his father’s personality, before hand, he seriously doubted that his patronius would have turned itself into a stag.

Harry forced those thoughts away and trained his emerald gaze and focus on every one of Snape’s young features. Coincidently and because of his actions, it wasn’t long before a possessive hand slipped onto Severus’s shoulder. Harry found the owner of that hand to be, none other than Lucius Malfoy! The blond teen was scowling at him with the fury of a thousand suns, and with his other hand, he reached into his robe and pulled out his wand. Lucius looked mad enough to cast the Cruiatus Curse on him. With curious amusement, Harry wondered what kind of damage the image *could* do to him. Then on second thought, he decided that he *didn’t* want to find out and quickly put the picture back into his bag. Nevertheless, as Harry meandered even further down the hall, he couldn’t help but wonder *WHY,* in Merlin’s name, did the young Lucuis Malfoy look so possessive over the soon to be Professor Snape.

It took him a minute, actually a few, but the answer finally came to him.

“Merlin’s beard!” Harry squeaked out and froze with his realization. “I can’t believe it. Draco’s dad and Professor Snape were *lovers*!” At that tidbit of unwanted knowledge, a grossed out feeling shivered down his spine and froze his blood.

Idly though, Harry wondered if Draco knew.

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Severus and Narcissa were in Lucius’s private study. Silently, they waited, on pins and needles, for their spouse to return from his meeting with Voldemort. Draco, on the other hand, knew nothing of his father’s meeting, and was upstairs changing out of his school uniform and into something his mother deemed more appropriate for a Veelan prince.

It wasn’t that she disliked his school uniform. Okay, yes it was. Actually, Narcissa hated *all* wizarding clothes. The many layers of clothing, then robes, on top of that made the Veelan Princess feel trapped and claustrophobic. But that wasn’t the only reason she made her son change his attire. Her real motivation was that when Draco wore Veela garments, in her presence, it reminded him that he wasn’t just her beloved and extremely spoiled little wizard, he was also a Prince. Those royal dress robes reminded him of who he *was* and his *rank* in the Veela social order.

And it was just a bonus, and a “coincidence,” that her obdurate son was always more behaved after he was forced to remember his station.

“Sev.” Narcissa called tenderly. “How much longer do you have before you and Draco have to leave?”

Severus, who was sitting behind Lucius’s large desk, grading papers that he had been putting off until the last minute, looked up, then at the wizards grandfather clock in the far corner of the massive room. The expensive, antique, timepiece was spelled for Lucius’s daily activities but Severus could discern his schedule from it as well.

He looked over at Narcissa, who was sitting on a chase, on the other side of the room and answered her question. “We have a little over an half an hour before Draco has to go to his next class. I have an hour more after that before I have to teach my next class.”

The fair haired woman nodded absently, then asked, “Do you think we will have time to tell our dragon about his destiny, today?”

“By Hectate, I hope not.” The Potions Master murmured under his breath as he returned to grading papers.

“I don’t think she’ll save us from Draco’s wrath once he finds out.” Narcissa giggled with soft sobriety. A moment later, the princess stood up, with royal elegance and gracefully walked toward one of the many floor to ceiling windows. Then in a comfortable silence, she stared at the expansive manicured lawns.

Snape shifted his gaze from his papers to her, when she moved. He couldn’t help but notice that Narcissa Malfoy was an exquisite creature. Her face was beautiful and her body was what most would accept as perfect. She wore a sleeveless, and backless, pale purple gown made of sheer diaphanous silk. The front of it dipped into a V but fell so low, it ended around her navel. Not only that, the material of the gown was so sheer it left very little to the imagination. She wore her hair loose, only held away from her face in a braided headband. And with her glorious white wings, she truly looked the part of an angel.

As Severus allowed his gaze to linger, he could tell that Narcissa knew that he was looking. But that didn’t shy him away from his actions, actually it encouraged him. It was his right. She was his.....Wife. Severus couldn’t help but smile at that mental acceptance. It had been so long and only just recently had he come back to them. In his opinion, it was time, and he was ready. He was just grateful that they accepted him back so easily. Neither Narcissa or Lucius demanded an explanation or an apology, it was an unspoken understanding and their love was reunited and sealed with a night of passionate love making.

Make-up sex was always the best. Especially with Veela, in Severus’s not so humble opinion.

With the memory of their love making in mind, Severus wondered why he was grading papers when there was probably the most beautiful Veela, of all time, in the same room as him.

Severus put down his quill, stood up and walked over toward her. Tenderly, he grabbed her tiny hand and turned her to face him.

“It’s about time you came over here.” Narcissa stated seductively as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I was beginning to think you no longer found me attractive.”

“You know that’s not true.” His voice purred as he slid his arms under her large wings and around her tiny waist.

“Some times I wonder.” She admitted softly as she turned her gaze away from him and back at the immaculate span of lawn.

He pulled her close and into a reassuring hug as he lovingly kissed her neck. He couldn’t help but feel guilty that he gave his wife, his perfect, beautiful and loving wife, an inferiority complex.

It was supposed to be impossible for a person to walk away from a Veela. And two Veela? It was just unheard of. Especially for a non-Veela. Yet Severus did. However, it wasn’t because of his lack of love for them or his lack of attraction. In truth, he just needed space. Space to fully grieve for his daughter. He couldn’t do that around them. Vanity’s death made Narcissa too needy, and Lucius too damn angry.

A tiny frown marred her perfect porcelain features. “I hate this.” She admitted softly as she continued to stare out the window.

“I know.” He understood her statement, completely, and shared her worries. He strengthened his embrace and assured. “He’ll come back. The Dark Lord won‘t kill him. Lucius is too important to his plans.” Now, if he just said that enough times, maybe even he’ll start to believe it himself.

Fearfully, Narcissa tightened her embrace around his neck. “Severus.”

“Yes.” Came his dark velvet reply.

“You know I love you desperately, don’t you?”

He nodded and pulled her impossibly closer. “And I you.”

She nodded and gave him a sweet smile. “So you know that if you should ever leave me again... You won’t have to worry about Lucius because *I’m* going to be the one who is going to kill you.”

He chuckled, not entirely believing her.

She leaned back slightly and bore her ice blue eyes into his ebony. “I’m serious, Severus... As serious as Death himself.”

The raven-haired man immediately stopped laughing. He had already known that Lucius would never truly let him go. Ever. Narcissa, on the other hand, always gave him a sort of freedom. It was a short leash but more than he ever got from his oppressive husband. Especially during his self proclaimed divorce from them. But now, as he searched her icy depths looking for truth, he undeniably found it. She *was* serious. Narcissa would kill him if he ever tried to leave her again. He wouldn’t have to worry about a furious Lucius or a psychopathic Voldemort. Narcissa would beat them both to Death’s scythe.

Strangely enough, that truth comforted him.

Sadly, that comfort was not to last, once Narcissa gave him a determined glare. Which in the Potions Master’s inauspicious opinion, looked very much like Draco‘s. Unfortunately, the look of both mother and son meant the same thing. It meant that Severus was going to be doing something against his better judgment, very soon.

Narcissa gently pushed herself out of Severus’s embrace and grabbed his hand. “I can’t stand all this waiting and not knowing!” She admitted as pulled him toward Lucius’s desk, then purred impishly. “So I say we do something about that.” She, then, seductively pushed him into the large, ornate desk chair and sat on his lap.

A thousand sexually related naughty things flashed in Severus’s mind. This chair was made, specifically, to have sex in. Comfortable, hot, raw, and messy sex with male, female or both. The three of them had many memories in this chair, and Severus was looking forward to making more. Right now. But unfortunately his desire came to a crashing halt when Narcissa focused her attention on a specific item on one of Lucius’s many bookshelves. Instantly, a tiny, gilded chest floated toward them.

Severus’s groaned his displeasure after he realized what it was. It was a runes chest. Not Draco’s, but it didn’t matter. There was probably some type of divination tool in every room of the Manor. But worst of all, Serverus *hated* divination. He didn’t care to know the future, especially since whether you knew it or not, you couldn’t change it. It was almost like knowing in advance *made* it happen. His shoulders drooped, and he rested his head against the back of the chair, in a tantrum like motion.

“Oh stop acting like that, darling!” Narcissa huffed as she made herself comfortable on his lap. She made sure not to suffocate him with her feathery wings “What did you think we were going to do?”

“It *thought* we were going to make love.” He sulked and crossed his arms.

She smiled sweetly and caressed his cheek loving. “After. Promise.”

He looked away from her. Silently expressing his displeasure at having to participate in a runes cast *first.*

“It’s not *that* bad, Severus.” She mischievously assured.

“Yes it *is* “that bad.” As you so plainly put it.” The raven-haired man snorted, then put his hands on her waist and gently shifted so that her wings would not obstruct his view of her and the desk.. “You know, very well, how I feel about divination.” Once he could see, he watched the chest rest itself on the desk and open in front of her. Inwardly, he was impressed with her demon prowess and also a bit envious of it. He too could have summoned the chest without a wand, but as a wizard, it took great concentration and focus. However, for Narcissa, and Draco as well, it was second nature because of what they were. Actually, it took more focus for Draco *not* to first use in natural demon skill and appear to be a regular wand carrying, pureblood wizard.

Narcissa shifted her attention from the gilded chest, which depicted angelic looking creatures engaged in orgy like sex, and back toward her husband “Darling, it was not my fault that you were run down by that guy on the broom.” Her expression was playfully amused as she mentally recalled that incident. “If I remember correctly, I specifically told you to *beware* of flying brooms that day.”

“Yes and *because* of your warning, I took a detour from my original route and got *hit* by a maniac on a broom!”

She gently caressed his forehead and placed a tender kiss on the spot where he was hit. However, she couldn’t help but giggle and shake her head as he pulled back. “It’s still not my fault. Nor was it the crystals.”

He snorted and looked away from her. “What good is a prophesy if you can’t change it?”

“It helps me prepare for the future and it eases my mind, Severus. You know this already.” She reminded solemnly. “So please, darling, stop being difficult and do this for me.”

Ashamed of his own stubbornness, the raven-haired man snapped his focus on his wife. “Of course. I’m sorry.”

She gently caressed his check with the back of her fingers then turned, slightly, around, pushed the parchments that Severus was grading out of the way, then reached into the chest and pulled out a handkerchief-sized, white-silk, cloth. She laid it on the polished wood, then reached into the chest again and pulled out her deck of runes and a green silk bag.

Severus watched her place the runes inside the bag and then shake them up. “What kind of cast are you doing?”

“A Norns” She stated with a cocky wink.

Severus breathed out in relief. Three questions. That wasn’t so bad, seeing how it could have been worse. Much worse.

Narcissa was pleased with Severus’s obvious pleasure of her choice. He was such a baby sometimes. “Are you thinking of your questions?” She smiled out sweetly.

“Yes.” He admitted gravely. “I want to know what happened to Lucius.”

She nodded in agreement, for she wanted to know as well. “Ready?” She turned slightly, to face him and held the bag out before him.

Without any hesitation, he answered. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” The raven-haired man reached into the silk pouch, pulled out a card, and placed it face down on the white cloth. He then repeated the action two more times.

After a moment of collecting her courage, Narcissa took a deep breath and flipped over the first one. The rune of the past.

It was Thurisaz Merkstave.

“By the stars in Heaven!” Narcissa sobbed out as she covered her mouth and nose with her hands. Distraught, she shifted her focus on her husband. “Severus, what did you ask?”

Fearful onyx eyes trained themselves on the damned card, and for the moment, the raven-haired man was too distressed to even answer.

“Darling *please* what did you ask?” She needed to know. This card meant danger, defenselessness, torment, spite and a bunch of other nasty thing. All in all, Thurisaz Merkstave was not a very good card to cast. Unless you were the tormenter and not the one being tormented.

And because of the Scalvus Curse they both knew who the victim would be.

“I...I asked what happened during his meeting. I wanted to know if Lucius was alright.”

Narcissa returned her attention to the remaining two cards. Her courage was waning, and she was no longer sure if she could bare anymore bad news. Unfortunately for her, Severus made the choice for her.

When he turned over the card it was. Hagalaz in opposition.

At seeing the card, a sob escaped her. She didn’t even have to ask what Severus asked because she already knew. Hagalaz in opposition meant Lucius’s present state was one of pain, loss of power, and *suffering* as well as a bunch of other horrible things.

Narcissa brought her fist up to her mouth and bit it *hard* She was trying to keep herself from screaming. This was just too much for the Veelan Imperial Princess.

Being a descendent of vampires, the sweet scent of her silver blood caught Severus’s attention. Gently, he pried her hand away from her mouth so she wouldn’t cause herself anymore injury. He knew that this news was hard on her, for it was hard on him as well.

It was popular opinion to all outsiders that all Death Eaters were gun-ho for the pureblood cause. Willing to die, destroy one family’s honored name, and lose the power, wealth and station that took centuries to obtain because their blinded hate for muggles and muggleborns was that strong. Severus never could understood how those on the outside could have such a black and white view of them. None of them understood what it meant to be a Death Eater, or worse yet, being the spouse of one. His reasons for joining weren’t merely because of hate –not hate toward muggles anyway. It was mostly for love. He joined for Lucius. Lucius, the other hand, joined for power. Lucius never intended to be a follower. He wanted to take all that the Dark Lord achieved. Neither of them joined because of their hate for muggles or muggleborns, but none of that mattered now because they were tricked into servitude, and now, they were both trapped. Trapped like so many others.

But did anyone care?

No.

And it wasn’t like the Ministry officials didn’t know. They knew, for some of them were trapped in the same predicament as they were. They just didn’t care.

And its been like that for over 40 years.

So the purebloods had one of two choices, they could either rebel and die –but not before they watched the Dark Lord kill their family in front of them– or they could conform and live. Live a life of hell, sure, but that was better than martyring not only oneself, but ones entire family as well.

It was actually ironic, because really, who would have guessed that most of the wealthiest families in the wizarding world were actually *slaves.* The sad part was that Severus wondered if it mattered if they knew. Would they even care? For almost three generations, the Purebloods had to do the most despicable things just to survive the wrath of their *own* Lord. Then in time, many had grown to accept this fate, this type of life and raised their children to as well. Especially now that the Dark Lord was back and more horrible than ever.

Severus left his pity-partying thoughts once he felt the air grow thick power. Immediately, he stared up at his wife, and his eyes widened owlishly once he noticed that she was transforming. Her gentle facial features were starting to sharpen. Almost bird-like in their harshness.

He quickly took her tiny hand in his and kissed its injuries. “Narcissa, you’ve got to calm down.”

Severus’s desire to pacify her wasn’t done merely out of his wish to comfort her. It was due, largely, to the fact that he didn’t want to be the unfortunate recipient of Narcissa’s displaced anger.

Unfortunately for him, she appeared not to have heard his plea.

“Oh shite! ”

Narcissa was about to shift into True Veela Fury, and in Severus’s opinion, there was no fury, in all the levels –and sub levels– of Hell, like the fury of an angry Veela female. The female shift was completely different than that of the males. Even in appearance. The face of a female Veela in Fury looked bird like, and they weren’t just angry. Oh no, they went...crazy. It was PMS at its absolute *WORST.* No one was safe from their wrath, and Severus knew that he would be in real danger if she shifted. He *had* to get her to calm down. He just had to! Because despite how frail and delicate she appeared to be, out of the three of them,*Narcissa* was the most powerful. She wasn’t a witch –though she could perform witch craft. No, she was much worse. She was a full Veela, meaning she was a full blooded *demon,* . And like most magical creatures, demons had their own sets of powers. Their own magik. It was powerful and, most of the time, deadly. And even though all Veela were the heirs of either Succubus or Incubus –mostly Incubus– not many can boast about being the child of *both.* Narcissa could, and therefore she was not a force to be reckoned with.

“Narcissa...” Severus called again but when he didn’t get an answer, he shifted his gaze away from her and at the last rune card. That damned rune of the future. For his own sake, he hoped that it was good news. He quickly reached over her lap and picked it up. All the while, he inwardly willed it to give him the answer he wanted. No, *needed.*

When he turned it over it was....

Berkano

Severus, loudly, let out a breath that he wasn’t even aware he was holding, and Narcissa calmed down almost instantly.

On the verge of tears, she asked as she stared hopefully at the card. “What did you ask the fates?”

He reached up and gently curled his finger under her chin and made her face him. “I asked if we would ever be free of that monster of a Dark Lord.”

“Did you really?” She asked. The princess was almost afraid to hope he spoke the truth. “I’ve asked that question so many times... I’ve always gotten the unknowable... How did you know that it would be different this time?”

It was a valid question and one that she needed answered. Because of that fucking Sclavus Curse, those with enough power to defeat Voldemort were unable to even lay a finger on him. Not even she –with all of her demon powers and skill– could protect herself, but more importantly, Draco, her own *child,* from the sadistic bastard. If Voldemort decided that he wanted to harm Draco, there wasn‘t a damn thing any of them could do about it, and because of that, they usually went out of their way to please the Dark Lord.

The Sclavus Curse frustrated her to no end, and on so many levels. It was a curse that she was married into. She wasn’t even a Death Eater, but she was, now, forced to be a follower. She had to be, or Voldemort would punish not only her, but Draco as well, for her insolence.

Oh, if she would have just known beforehand! *Before* she married Lucius. Things would have definitely turned out different. But unfortunately, she didn’t know, and now, all of them were completely at Voldemort’s mercy.

“I didn’t know.... that it would be different this time.” Severus admitted to her question, then glanced at the door, then back up at his wife. “But as much as I loathe to admit this.... I think you were right about Draco and the Potter boy. The prat seems to be some sort of catalysts.....Whether good or bad, the boy seems to always get the ball rolling.”

“You’re right he is.... and he does.” She nodded her head in agreement as she sniffed back her tears. “Most Muses are....catalysts that is.”

Severus nodded knowingly as he remembered a bit about Harry’s linage. It now made more since to him, why so many were so inspired by not only Harry, but his unworthy father as well. Cautiously, the Potions Master glanced at the door again, then back up at his wife. He reached up, cupped her cheek in his hand, wiped away a few of her stray tears with his thumb and asked softly. “Don’t tell him that I agree with you, okay. He would swear I betrayed him.”

“I won’t.” She warmly assured as she leaned into his touch. Though inwardly she frowned at his cowardliness. In his desire to keep their son’s favor, sometimes Severus could be just as bad as Lucius, who Draco could bully into anything. However, for the moment she let it pass. Instead, Narcissa raised her injured hand to her husband’s mouth and libidinously gestured for him to feed off of her. Being bled turned her on *so* much.

Severus kept his eyes trained on her as he sucked on her wound. To his vampiric palate, the blood of a Veela was a delicacy indeed, but right now, he would much rather enjoy...other things. He wanted her to keep her promise. He wanted to have sex.

Narcissa could see the tattle tale shimmers of lust in his ebony eyes, and she was more than happy to oblige. She slowly stood up, then seductively pulled up her gown–high enough for him to see that she wore nothing underneath– and straddled his lap, facing him.

Unfortunately, neither realized that this tender moment was not going to last or progress any further.


tbc

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~Beware~ there are some OotP spoilers in this Author’s Note.


Okay, I am soo sorry for ending it there. I really am. It’s just that this chapter is really long and I had to split it up into two parts. Not because I wanted to, but because after so many pages I reach my limit and this wonderful site cuts off the end. So like with chapter 1 I have to spilt this chapter up into two parts.

Hopefully tomorrow I will get the rest out. I’m really tired right now and Its a little bit longer than this chapter and I still have to edit it.

Oh, I know that Narcissa is related to Sirius. he’s her cousin and all, but I thought long and hard and I know how I can work it out into my fic. Without changing my original plan and without changing canon too much. ^_~ Just remember that her father is Incubus. (big hint right there) and that *my* definition of a pureblood is a being that is purely magical, not just a human wizard or witch.

Of course this fic is now AU. I’m not hating, just stating the obvious. ^_~ But luckily, its not too far out there because this is a Slytherin centric fic. And who knows what “really” goes on in the mind of a Slytherin? Except J.K. Rowling, of course. Nonetheless, its still AU because Draco and Slytherin rules in my fiction. ^__^

And as for the Lucius in prison thing, I will explain it all next chapter. ^___^ I will explain a lot of things in the next chapter. I promise.

Now before I go I want to thank all of you for being so wonderful to me and my fic. I know I took a long time to update and for that I am sooooo sorry. But in truth, my delay was because, not only my RL got in the way, but I went into a depression the closer it came to book 5 to coming out. I was so stressed on how it would change my fic. I was scared about whether the person who was going to die was a major character in my fic. Actually, I was afraid about a lot of things in book 5.

I know that sounds so selfish. Actually, it *is* selfish! And I feel really ashamed, but I got really sad. Really really sad. I still feel ashamed though. These characters are not mine. I’m just lucky I get to borrow them.

So everyone who is still interested in this fic and had to wait. I am sooooo sorry. I really am and I beg your forgiveness.

hugs and lots of love

babychan