Rhapsody of Harry Potter

Chapter Ten: Don't Know Who It Is You Despise

Rated PG13

Disclaimer: Once again, Chapter titles from 'Hallelujah Man' by Love and Money. Once again, I don't own Harry Potter. Snape wouldn't be evil if I did. And there'd be a lot less stupidness from Harry. Just had to mention that. Also, this chapter is dedicated to my Evil Advisor and 'regular reviewer', Gldnlqr for good luck!

Warnings: I'll get to the slash. Eventually! I'll get to the abuse scene. Eventually! I'll finish chapter nine… silence …

G – :Sigh: Yes, I'm writing chapter ten before chapter nine. Chapter nine just doesn't want to be written. I swear it's against me :glares at chapter nine:

A – You could just skip it you know.

G – :Strikes over-dramatic pose with the Evil File of LIKITYSPLIT held as a sword: NO! Never! I refuse to let the chapter beat me!

K – :dramatic sigh: I'm surrounded by idiots.

"This is the captain. There's a little problem with our entry sequence. We may experience slight turbulence and then explode."

Previously on Rhapsody of Harry Potter:

Severus stood completely still for an instant, unsure of what to do, but awkwardly patted the emotional teenager on the back before simply sitting down next to him and offering whatever comfort he had.
Neither moved until it was almost sunrise.

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Thursday Morning (31st October)

It had finally come. The day that all people in the Seventh year of Hogwarts would get to go to another school, learn new and exciting things, and just generally slack off for a couple of weeks.

At quarter to eight most of the seventh year students were up to say their goodbyes to their friends or family in younger years before they had to go to their classes. Most people didn't include a certain Harry Potter, a fact that a certain Ginevra Weasley wasn't too happy about.

"Harry! Get up, it's Halloween!" Neville hissed, prodding the sleeping boy in the side.

Harry just groaned and burrowed deeper into his blankets, murmuring something that sounded vaguely like 'Bug roll' but could have been 'Bugger off'. Bugger off seemed to make more sense.

"Harry!" Neville yelled with a hint of desperation in his voice. "Please get up! Ginny said that if I don't get you up in five minute…" the boy trailed off and shuddered.

"Urgh," was the articulate reply that came from the Boy-Who-Lived as he rolled out of bed, taking all of the blankets with him.

For a few seconds the teenager seemed to struggle against the confines of the million layers of linen before he was still once again. Neville blinked at the bundle on the floor.

"Harry?" he asked, prodding the bundle with his foot. "Ha-arry!"

"M'up," came a soft mumble from somewhere inside the blankets.

Slowly, the pile crawled over to the trunk located at the foot of the bed and a hand reached out to pull in the clothes that Harry had set out the night before. It was like watching some abstract form of osmosis. Neville watched in amazement as the bundle shuffled around for a minute before Harry finally, after a brief struggle with an errant sheet, stood up fully clothed.

"Alrighty, let's go see our lovely red-head demoness," Harry said, showing no signs of having been asleep until a few seconds prior.

At the mention of Ginny, Neville immediately paled and went into panic mode, grabbing Harry's wrist and dragging him from the dorm down to the common room. At the foot of the steps stood a certain Weasley, her arms crossed over her chest and tapping her foot impatiently.

"Four minutes and fifty-three seconds," Ginny said with a frown on her face, making Neville's eyes widen in what was either relief or fear, it was hard to tell. Then the girl grinned at him. "Thank you Neville!"

Neville's eye twitched as she hugged him warmly, with Harry simply standing to the side sniggering at the look on the teenage boy's face.

"You'll have to excuse her Neville, she's bi-polar," Harry said with a teasing grin.

Ginny's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What's that?"

Harry smiled innocently. "Nothing."

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By quarter to ten, every student was packed and ready to leave, and were standing around in the Entrance Hall waiting for the two supervising teachers to make their appearance. Half of the students were wondering if they could make a run for it and get the train to leave before the teachers (namely Professor Snape) could catch up and go with them.

Unfortunately for them the two teachers appeared at that point, marking their names off and leading them towards the waiting Hogwarts Express in what could possibly be construed as an orderly fashion if you squinted and tilted your head to the side. Since there was only one year group taking the train, most of the carriages had been taken off, however there were still enough for groups of four to sit in each and still have some left over.

Hermione, Neville and Harry put their belongings in the third compartment from the end of the train. Ron attempted to sit with them, but he was glared out of the compartment by Hermione, who would probably never forgive him for cheating on her when they were going out the year before. Soon, the train began moving and the three settled into their seats.

All three were reading books they had brought along when Harry thought he heard someone talking softly.

"Can you guys hear that?" he asked softly, looking suspiciously at the doors.

"Hmm? Hear what?" Hermione asked, looking up from her book.

Hearing nothing, Harry sighed and shook his head. "Nothing I guess, never mind."

Soon, however, he heard the soft murmurs again, which were shortly followed by a shushing sound. This time though, Harry could tell the direction they were coming from, and they were definitely coming from his… trunk? The teenager rolled his eyes as he realised what it was and opened up his trunk before glaring down at the creature.

"Didn't I tell you that you couldn't come in case the other school has something against Dark creatures, especially poisonous ones?" Harry hissed, startling both the serpent and the humans in the room.

"Busted," Sever moaned.

"Well you can't have expected us to stay there! All the other humans look at us funny, like we're going to eat them if they turn their backs on us!" Sev complained.

"Besides, what would we do at that place without you? The large man might come after us again!" Sevvie said in horror, and all three shuddered in one moment of unity.

Harry sighed in annoyance. "Fine, it's not like I can take you back now is it?"

The three let out cheers and started to do some sort of strange snake victory dance. Harry rolled his eyes at them and went back to reading his book, not noticing the shocked looks Hermione and Neville were giving the insane Runespoor.

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Thursday Afternoon

At around midday, Dean and Seamus had come into their compartment to get away from Ron, who had apparently been ranting about how Harry was evil and Hermione was still in love with him. In an attempt to keep Hermione from going to Azkaban for murder, Dean started teaching them how to play Speed, a muggle card game that was really quite interesting with cards that had a tendency to explode.

Hermione started laughing evilly after winning the round of cards once again. It wasn't that she was an exceptional player, and neither was Dean particularly bad at the game, it was more that the Gryffindor realised that Hermione was in a mood where if someone got in her way then someone was going to die. Fortunately, Dean had enough self preservation to realise this fact and took appropriate action against being that someone.

"So what are you doing for Christmas Neville?" Seamus asked in an attempt to block out the sound of Hermione's cackle, which kinda scared everyone in the compartment.

"Me and Gran are just having dinner with some of the family," Neville said, making a face.

"What's that face for Nev! It can't be that bad!" Seamus said with a laugh.

Neville grunted. "You know my Great Uncle Algie, the one who dropped me off a balcony? He's going to be there and he always tells that story, making it sound like it's because of him I have any magic at all. The family was so proud of him for dropping a child off a balcony."

"Harsh," Dean said, looking up from the new round of cards and missing Hermione's blatant cheating and therefore win of the game. Looking away couldn't block out the subsequent cackling, though.

Harry sighed softly to himself as the talk turned to the holidays. Now there was something he didn't want to think about, let alone talk about. Besides, what would he tell them? Oh yeah, on Christmas I'll probably be locked in a cupboard with a few broken bones. Possibly unconscious so that I don't make any noise while my relatives have friends over.

That would go over well.

"Guys, I'm going to wander around for a while, stretch my legs and all that," Harry said as he stood up and stretched his arms for effect. "Don't bite anyone Sever."

They all murmured their general agreement, except for Sever who was muttering to himself about the unfairness of it all, as he walked out the door. Hermione would have been a bit more worried about him if she hadn't been lost in her own world of rage at males in general.

Harry walked to the back of the train and out onto the small platform at the end. It was a quite cold considering it was nearing winter, but sort of like flying a broom with the wind whipping through his hair, only backwards. Of course, riding a broom backwards would be quite uncomfortable, not to mention dangerous, so it wasn't advisable.

He wasn't sure how long he was out there watching the scenery go past at high speeds, but after a while he heard the door slide open slightly.

"Harry?"

The boy turned his head to find the Runespoor slithering out towards him. "What are you doing here?"

"You left us there ages ago!" Sev hissed.

"And that loud one was looking at us funny," Sever sneered. Well, obviously he didn't actually sneer, but Harry could hear it in his voice and raised his eyebrows at them.

"Actually, that female was scaring us with her cackling," Sevvie said, and you could practically see him smirking at the other two.

The teenager grinned at them as they glared at the Dreamer for telling him that they were afraid of Hermione.

"Don't worry, I find her scary a lot of the time," he said as they wrapped themselves around his neck loosely before going back to watching the scenery fly past.

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Late Thursday Afternoon

Severus Snape was sitting in the compartment he had managed to secure for himself reading a novel when the door to the hallway slid open slightly. The man turned to glare at whoever dared to intrude on him.

There was nobody there.

Severus frowned at the doorway and was about to get up to close it when he felt something wrap around one of his ankles. Looking down he saw a reasonable sized orange and black striped Runespoor that seemed to be attempting to gain his attention. Severus froze at the sight.

"Bloody hell," he swore.

Then the snake started towards the door, and Severus nearly sighed in relief. That was until he realised that the Runespoor hadn't let go of his ankle and was, in fact, pulling him with it. He quickly stood up, taking a step towards it, and the snake seemed to nod before letting go and continuing towards the door, turning back every now and then to make sure that the man was following.

It was quite odd, having a serpent with three heads lead you somewhere.

The Runespoor had him follow them just down the corridor and out onto the small platform at the back of the train. That made sense, since he was in the last compartment it was probably the closest. Following it through the door, Severus realised that there was another person sitting near the railing.

"Potter?" he asked.

What am I talking about? Severus thought to himself. Of course it's Potter. Who else would have a snake out doing his bidding... Apart from the Dark Lord, and hopefully he isn't on the train.

The teenager turned around, and Severus realised why the Runespoor had brought him out here. Potter was pale and shivering, and his lips had turned blue. It looked like he, being the Gryffindor he was, hadn't even noticed that he was freezing himself to death.

"Merlin, Potter! You have enough people attempting to murder you without adding yourself to the list."

Potter blinked in confusion for a second before he was distracted by the rapid hissing of the Runespoor that had wrapped itself around his neck in what looked like an imitation of a Chudley Cannon's scarf. The Gryffindor hissed something in return before turning back to his professor.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Your Runespoor fetched me Mister Potter," he replied and the teenager glared at the snake. "It's a good thing he did, otherwise you could have gotten hypothermia."

"It isn't that cold," he replied in confusion.

"Actually, it is quite cold, Potter, and it looks as though you have spent quite a long time out here freezing yourself," Severus said with a raised eyebrow. "Come with me."

Harry slowly stood up and followed his professor inside the train and into the first compartment they came across. Harry realised that this must be where the man had been sitting before the Runespoor had brought him outside. When he stepped into the compartment, the Boy-Who-Lived realised exactly how cold he actually was. How could he not have noticed himself shivering uncontrollably?

"Here," Snape said as he handed over a warm looking blanket that he had conjured and sat down on one of the seats, picking up a book that had been lying next to him.

Harry blinked at the blanket for a second before wrapping it around himself and sitting on the opposite seat. Smiling slightly, he snuggled further into it, much to the amusement of Sever; who was then hit over the head with the end of their tail and Sev somehow managed to whistle innocently.

Harry looked over at the Professor, who was steadfastly ignoring him in favour of his book.

"Thanks."

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Thursday Night

"Professor?" Harry said tentatively, standing up and reluctantly taking off the blanket. "I should probably get back to the others before Hermione stops being angry at Ron and realises that I've been gone since lunch."

The Potions Professor looked up from his book to the teenager who now looked a much healthier shade and nodded slightly.

"Very well," he replied and vanished the blanket. "And take your Runespoor with you," he added as he glared at the serpent currently wrapped around his arm, having relocated after they decided that Harry wasn't warm enough for them.

Harry mourned the loss of the comfy blanket for a moment before he was suddenly thrown forwards into his professor as the train came to an abrupt halt. Blushing, Harry pulled himself away from Snape and looked at the ground.

"Sorry," he apologised quickly.

"This isn't exactly the time Potter," the man replied, looking out the window.

A chill spread throughout the room and Harry was hit by a sudden sense of déjà vu. It was like third year all over again. Except this time he knew what was happening.

"Dementors," he whispered.

Snape shook his head. "Not just Dementors," he replied, gesturing for Harry to look out the window, which had just started to frost over.

Harry blinked when he looked out into the darkness as his eyes adjusted to the light. However, when he could see what was moving towards the rapidly decelerating train his eyes widened. "Holy shit."

"Language, Mr. Potter."

"I'd apologise but I think it's appropriate language given the situation."

For outside were what appeared to be hundreds of dark creatures. Dementors glided out of the thick forest, followed closely by the Lethifolds that looked vaguely like them, Quintapeds, Vampires, and many things that Harry had never seen before.

"I've never even heard of half of those things," Harry said in shock as the train shuddered to a complete halt. "How the hell are we supposed to get rid of them all?"

"I can't do anything. I can't be seen helping you, it would destroy my cover," Snape said with a barely perceptible frown.

Harry looked at the man's face. He couldn't be seen helping… The Gryffindor quickly crouched down and pulled a vial out of the hem of his robes, before swiftly standing and holding the vial out to his professor. Snape's eyes widened as he took the vial and uncorked it.

"Where on earth did you get Polyjuice Potion?" he asked suspiciously.

"I made it. It's safe, I've used this batch before," Harry reassured him.

Snape raised an eyebrow. "This batch?"

"Um… yeah…"

"We will be having a talk about this when we are no longer in a life threatening situation Mr Potter," Snape said, then downed the vial of potion and made a disgusted face.

The transformation progressed in the normal way of Polyjuice Potion transformations, and Professor Snape ended up shrinking into the form of a teenager with short brown hair, light skin and light brown eyes. Snape looked down at himself, noticing the slight difference in height, and sighed before taking off his now too long robes. A minute later, after he finished contending with the numerous buttons and a Runespoor that didn't want to move, he rolled up the sleeves of the white dress shirt he was wearing underneath, as well as the hems of his black trousers. Finally he turned to look at Harry.

"Who am I?"

"I have no idea. I pulled out some hair from a guy I was walking past at the train station at the start of the summer holidays," Harry replied nonchalantly.

"So you have no idea who I am currently impersonating?" Snape sighed. "Oh well, I guess it doesn't matter. Can I trust you to check if the driver stopped the train willingly or not?" Harry nodded in acceptance and began walking out the door. "On the way, check the compartments to see if anyone can perform the Patronus or Solar Lumos Charms and get them to cast out the windows."

Harry just nodded his head to show he had heard and walked down the corridor. At the next compartment, Harry stuck his head in and found himself at the end of four wands. Harry raised his eyebrows at them and the four Gryffindors smiled sheepishly at him.

"Sorry Harry, we didn't know it was you," Hermione apologised.

"That's fine, better safe than sorry," Harry waved off her apology. "Can any of you do the Patronus or Solar Lumos Charms?"

Hermione, Neville, Dean and Seamus were all in the DA, so he knew that they could at least do a vague Patronus. Only Hermione and Neville knew the Solar Lumos charm though.

"Ok, could one of you stay here and the other go tell other compartments? If there's a group that has nobody who knows either charms then see if you can stay there or send someone who does. Start casting out the window as soon as you see something coming. Ok?" Harry directed.

The four of them nodded and Hermione followed him out into the corridor, separating at the next compartment. As he neared the front, Harry began warning people again as he doubted Hermione would make it that far in time to warn them. Soon he reached the door that would take him to the engine and the driver.

Harry grasped the handle and pulled, swearing to himself as the door stayed firmly shut and locked. Figuring it was worth a try, he rapped his knuckles against the door. The Gryffindor was utterly shocked when the door swung open.

So was the driver, for that matter, and there was a split second when the two just stood and stared at each other as though neither realised what had happened. Then both pulled out their wands and fired.

Fortunately for Harry, his reaction time was better and he was able to reflect the driver's curse back at him. It was a wonderful shield spell, and Harry made a mental note to himself to thank Hermione for giving him that book for Christmas.

The driver, however, wouldn't be in any condition to thank anyone any time soon. The curse he had fired at Harry had created what appeared to be puncture wounds all over his body. There was a lot of blood pouring out of the man's wounds, and Harry Stupefied him to prevent him from bleeding to death in the next five minutes. (A/N, I don't think that would work in the books, but I figure if someone is frozen then their blood would stop too… which could be dangerous really…)

All of a sudden, Harry heard a loud thump on the roof. The teenager looked up in surprise before quickly walking back out the door and climbing up a ladder attached to the train next to the door leading to the next carriage. Harry climbed up onto the rooftop and a gust of wind whipped around him, almost making him loose his balance. After finding his footing, he looked around and it was quite easy to find what had caused the noise.

On the roof of the next carriage, Professor Snape was surrounded by what appeared to be enormous birds that looked as though they had been raised from the dead and was casting spells at a rapid pace to ward them off. Occasionally one would be hit by a spell that made them recoil backwards and fall to the ground.

Harry was suddenly swooped by one of the bird creatures and he quickly ducked to avoid its long claws. However, the bird managed to leave a gash going from his left cheek over his glasses and onto his forehead. Harry put a hand to his cheek and winced. This was one of those times when he was glad that the Dursley's had replaced the lenses in his glasses with ordinary glass so that nobody would find out about his healing ability. He wore them all the time because he didn't want anyone to find out about his ability either.

Harry turned around to find the bird swooping in for another attack. Bastard!

"Reducto!" he cried, aiming for the bird.

The funny thing was, it almost seemed to have a look of surprise on its face as a large hole was burnt in its chest and it fell onto the roof of the train. Either way it was dead, and he had managed to get his professor's attention.

"Potter! Get back into the train!" Snape yelled at him before casting another spell to ward off the birds.

Harry looked down at what had previously been known as a ladder. "Er, sorry, but I can't," he replied before casting another reductor curse and exploding a bird's head.

"And why would that be!" he yelled back.

"Because something destroyed the ladder!" Harry turned back around and was attacked by another bird.

Then he stopped and stared. The bird had a huge hole in its chest, and it didn't seem to be slowing it down one bit.

"Shit!" he swore. "How do you kill these things!" he yelled to his Professor.

"Cut their heads off, burn them or give them a close range dose of sunlight!" came the reply.

Harry waited as the bird dived at him, then at the last moment held his wand up and dodged, letting the bird spear itself on the wand. Seemingly shocked, the bird stopped flapping and consequently fell to the floor again. This time, however, Harry grasped the handle of the wand sticking out of its neck.

"Lumos solarium!" he incanted, and a burst of sunlight came from his wand going straight into the light intolerant bird's neck.

The bird burst into flames and was reduce to a pile of ashes that were quickly blown away in the wind. A bolt of lightning suddenly illuminated the sections of the surroundings not already lit by people in the train casting the Solar Lumos or Patronus charms and then it began to rain. What epic battle scene would be complete without a thunder storm?

Harry was grateful that he still had a water repelling charm on his glasses, and turned to protect himself from more of the birds. He looked up just in time to see his professor picked up by the shoulders by a bird and swiftly carried off the train. As it was nearing the forest and swooped a little lower, a crossbow bolt shot through its bone, tearing the wing from the joint.

The bird screeched in pain and spiralled down into the mass of dark creatures with Professor Snape still held in its talons. Harry ducked down and looked over the edge of the train to see what had shot the bird. He got there just in time to see Hagrid's large form duck back inside the train to avoid an angry mob of the birds.

Harry was sure that they wouldn't last much longer. The dark creatures were moving steadily closer and the students were tiring quickly from the repeated use of the advanced charms. Then there was the fact that probably the best person for fighting them off had been dropped in the middle of them and the actuality of his survival was uncertain at best, plus the birds had progressed to dive bombing the roof to try and make their own entrances.

Think Harry, think! he told himself, using a quickly erected shield charm to stop a hoard of birds from attacking him… That's it! He thought, remembering an obscure reference in a book he had gotten from Blaise the previous year.

'… When using a shield charm, one must think of what you wish to shield. Though it is possible to shield an area of approximately four people using a single shield spell, this may not always be the maximum area needing shielding. When you are shielding, it is possible to expand the area using 'effingo contego'. When using this spell, it is important to let the spell know the area it needs to protect and what should be allowed inside. Though useful, this spell is not often used as it takes a great amount of magic to hold for a short amount of time and usually leaves the caster in a state of magical exhaustion.'

"If this works, I'm gonna buy Blaise and Hermione their own castles. Effingo contego!" Harry yelled, keeping a clear image in his mind of what he wanted to include in the shield.

The shielding spell around him rapidly spread out to include the entire train and its inhabitants, creating a silvery mist between it and the dark creatures that had been slowly but steadily encroaching upon them. The entire field froze in astonishment; all spell casting stopped instantly as they stared at the shield.

It was only the sudden death of a vampire as he was speared straight through the heart by a wand that started the noise up again.

Harry looked to the source and found that Snape, though he was looking a little worse for the wear, was methodically staking the crowd of vampires he had been dropped into in order to get back to the train. It looked as though Sever was helping as well, as occasionally one of the dark creatures that got too close would fall over and die for seemingly no reason. Others on the train must have noticed them too, as there was suddenly a slew of spells being hurtled at the creatures to try and clear a path back to the train for the unknown student (unknown to them at any rate).

After another minute, Harry was inclined to agree with the book about the level of magic needed to hold the expanded shield spell; he could literally feel it draining his already depleted magic. Someone else had better come up with a brilliant idea soon, as he was almost out of time and he would be in no shape to be coming up with any more.

Almost as if he was in slow motion, Harry fell to his knees as he struggled to keep up the spell and stay conscious. He didn't even notice that he was shaking until a pair of hands grasped his shoulders and Blaise sunk to her knees next to him.

"We're going to try and help, Harry," the girl said, indicating herself, Hermione and Draco, who Harry hadn't noticed were standing next to her. "Draco knows a spell that will, hopefully, loan you our magic."

"Hopefully?" Harry whispered.

"Er, well… it's sort of like a blood transfusion," Hermione explained. "The magic needs to be compatible for it to work."

Harry nodded in understanding. "Just do it."

Draco and Hermione knelt down next to them and the Slytherin grasped Harry's left hand and Blaise's right before he began to chant something in Latin. Hermione quickly followed his lead and took Blaise and Harry's other hands and they started chanting with him. Soon he felt a slight burning sensation in his hands, which quickly changed as it travelled up his arms and filled him with magic. He closed his eyes and revelled in the feeling of power that washed over him as he absorbed his friends' magic.

He suddenly noticed that the three had stopped chanting the spell and let go of his hands. "Is everyone inside the shield?"

"There's just the guy who's in the middle of the vampires," Draco said in an exhausted voice.

"Can you get him up here?"

"No, we don't have enough magic left," Hermione sighed.

"Accio Professor Snape," Harry snapped, opening his eyes.

The three others stared at him. His eyes were completely black and seemed totally endless and sparks of magic travelled up and down a cut he had managed to get on his left cheek, though nothing appeared to be happening to the gash except for the blood being washed away by the rain. They were all distracted, however, when something crashed into the three of them.

"Ow!" Blaise yelped, sitting back up and looking at what had attacked them.

"I apologise, even though it is hardly my fault that happened," the boy who had crashed into them said, glaring daggers at Harry.

"Professor Snape!" Hermione exclaimed.

"What?" he snapped, wiping blood off his wand.

Quite suddenly, the shield surrounding the train pulsed a bright light, and then expanded out even further, reaching the edge of the forest before winking out of existence.

The night was suddenly very quiet except for the steady beat of rain.

A cheer sounded from somewhere in the train, and the students went wild as they realised all the creatures were gone. They had no idea how, or who had done it, but that didn't matter.

As it was, only four people heard the thud as Harry collapsed backwards.

Sorry, I had to stop it there. The writing just said, I refuse to let you continue, not when you have this perfect cliff hanger here! I just have to ask, what would a group of Dark creatures be called? I'm giving away Cookies with suspicious black globs in them to people who answer!

Well, I'm finally past chapter nine. I hate that chapter. But now that it's gone, I shall hopefully update a bit more regularly, but at the moment it's close to summer, so my brain will probably melt soon. I hate summer. When I take over the world I plan on banning it… And I refuse to listen to reason!

Yes… Anyway… This is my holiday present to you! Hooray! It's mainly because I probably won't have time soon what with studying and everything, so yeah.

Thanks be to my reviewers! That's LauraDee, Harry potter Goddess - who gets a double mention because I forgot her in the last chapter, Ellen, Touch of the Wind (Yes, it will be), The Insane Imortal Dragon, Serpent91, Lady-of-the-gray, SakuraSyaoran4eva (Yeah, I know. Hopefully this chapter is better! And about the only part of that chapter I was happy with was the ending, so I'm glad you thought it was sweet!), Gldnlqr, websurffer, storm tigeress, VeryDarkAngel73 (Glad it helped!), and WitchVela (Blaise is probably my fav original-type character in this!).

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