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Characters not mine, plot is mine.

See? it hasn't been so long since last time. I'm getting better at posting. And read the AN at the end. It has to do with this topic.

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Chapter 6:Breaking Away

The four adults stood there, almost frozen in time. Albus Dumbledore still wore his grave expression, Professor Severus Snape crossed his arms, looking annoyed, James Potter was just shocked, and Lily Potter fought to hold back tears, an expression of defeat making her look older. James broke the silence.

"I'll go after him, he's got to-"

"No!" Lily shrieked, grabbing a hold of James. "James, don't." He voice softened. "Let him be…he-he needs to get used to the situation."

"But-but he just- we can't let him run off, Lils! He's our son! We can't-" James started to leave, but Lily's grip on his shoulder stopped him. He looked at his wife, her small form almost shaking. "Lil- what's the matter?" He asked, turning around, embracing her.

Lily shook her head. She just couldn't take it anymore. It was so impossible. "You can't go after him, James, because he's right. You're thinking of him as your son, but he isn't. We're his parents, but only in a very removed way. We don't know what our AUCs were like, James. And our Harry is Harry's AUC. Not Harry himself. We must keep that in mind."

"But-" James couldn't believe it. After fourteen years of suffering, Lily was actually giving up a chance to be with Harry.

"No buts, Potter. Lily is perfectly correct. Potter, the younger Potter, that is, sees you as perhaps a very distant relation. When that at all. You can't go running after him like an idiot. It'll just make him run further and you'll never get a chance with him. Give him time, and he might accept you somewhat." Professor Snape leaned in the doorway, his gaze catching James's.

"But can't we just all be friends? I mean, he's Harry! He looks so much like me and he's got to be a trouble maker-" James said, looking at Professor Dumbledore for reconciliation.

"No, James. Harry may look like you, but he's a far throw from what you were like at school." Dumbledore ignored Severus's cough. "He has no interest to play jokes, nor does he seek trouble out. Quite the opposite, actually. There hasn't been a year gone by where something does not happen. But instead in basking in it, as you would, he wishes for it to leave him alone." Dumbledore sighed, shaking his head. "James, you must observe Harry, if you wish to know anything. I do not know what Harry would have been like, raised in your care, but, I can assure you that at this moment, you can not confuse Harry with your younger self."

James glanced around the room, trying to find any sign of compassion in the others' faces, but he found none. "Well, if I can't go out and get Harry, then someone should." He sighed and sat down. "There go my plans of teaching Harry all these great pranks and tricks."

Lily sighed, sitting down in James's lap. "Don't give up, James, just give him time. You're a very optimistic person, and Harry isn't. You're very fun loving and open, and Harry seems to prefer quiet times and seems to keep everything to himself. But you both act with out thinking," Lily ended, her mind replaying the 'Death Eater' scene and she almost let out a small smile. "There are similarities in both of you, you just need to let time run its course."

"Quite right, Lily. Now, to Harry running off…someone does need to go after him. And since James and Lily can not do it, I suggest Severus?" The headmaster turned to the potions professor. "Someone must go after him, and since he knows you…"

"He'll probably jump off a cliff." Severus answered, turning to go out the door. "But if you insist, Headmaster." He stepped down a step, before someone else called him.

"Please, Severus, find Harry and bring him back. I don't want to lose another son, due to me." Lily said, but before Severus could turn and ask what she meant, the office door swung shut, and he found himself out in a deserted hallway.

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Harry traipsed through the underbrush, flinging branches out of his way. Now, he knew that the Forbidden Forest lived up to its name, but at the moment, he didn't give a damn. It was one place no one would think of to look for him and that's exactly what he wanted.

The Forest was dark, even though it was mid-morning and sounds of animals were heard in the distance. Harry sniffed, smelling the scent of the Polyeris Flower, a plant that became alive when looked at and ate its admirer. Harry quickly closed his eyes. He didn't necessarily feel like being eaten.

He continued walking, not caring where he went. He just needed the time to think a bit and cool off. The scene in the Headmaster's office played through his head repeatedly, each time making him even more annoyed. He hated how Lily and James expected to treat him as their own son. He wasn't their son.

His parents were dead, and he resented Lily and James for giving him so much hope. He knew that they had lost their son, and though he was also Harry Potter, he did not belong to them. He had had one wish, his entire life long, to finally be able to meet his parents. But he never thought that Fate would play such a cruel game on him, bringing his hope so high up-and letting them fall to the earth. It hurt and he hated Lily and James for that.

From what Harry had heard James explain about their world, it seemed to be depressing. A world where there was literally no help left. And Harry also sensed that James was keeping many details to himself. There was just the way James's voice rose and hurried through certain parts. The way Lily was so clingy. The way James wrapped his arms around her as if he didn't ever want to let her go. And Harry admitted to feeling a little bit sorry for them. But not much.

They had wasted their time coming here was one of Harry's primary thoughts. Maybe they wanted to find a world where everything was peaceful. Harry snorted at that. In a world where Voldemort had risen, nothing was peaceful. And if they wanted to take Harry back with them, or to stay here with him, well, there had also been no point.

Lost in his thoughts, Harry failed to realise that he was also lost in the forest. Walking further into the forest, Harry suddenly noticed how quiet everything had become. He froze in place, swirling around and noticed that his path was gone. He groaned. Wonderful. I'm lost in the *Forbidden* Forest, without my wand and *no* one knows where I went. Today's such a *wonderful* day. He sighed and continued on, trying to keep some semblance of going in the same direction. Unfortunately, his try was futile, as he became even more lost.

He finally decided to stop and looked around, getting his bearings. That was, until he heard a voice. Help me! Please someone help me! Harry turned around, searching frantically for the voice's origin. This doesn't seem to be a good sign…

"Who- who are you?" He asked, trying to keep the shakiness out of his voice.

I am Salardeficimonsretunansin. Harry whirled around, finally focusing on a tree to his right, which seemed to be the origin of the voice. He stepped a bit closer.

"Er…Salar-what? And what exactly are you?"

I am Salardeficimonsretunansin and I am a Verdi-Lila-Noir-Lunar-Stellar-Videri-Snake. Well, that explains why I can understand him. Though Harry had no idea what exactly a Verdi-Lila-Noir-Stellar-Videri-Snake was, it was enough to have the snake part. It meant that they could at least communicate.

"Er…can I call you Sal? Where are you exactly?" He stepped even closer to the tree, failing to notice that behind the tree was a very deep cliff.

You may call me Sal. I am stuck between two branches. Harry stepped even more closer, failing to hear the faint creaking of the tree. He could see something green and purple and black and decided that it was probably Sal.

"I'm coming closer, just wait a sec…" He could almost reach the branch, but since he could not see it then, and he was already a few centimetres too short, he stood on a root, one arm attached to another branch. A snake, undoubtedly Sal, was tied in a knot. No longer than fifty centimetres and no wider than three, Harry was a bit curious as to how the snake had managed to get stuck, but said nothing. He just leaned closer.

Can you reach me? The snake's head faced Harry, looking him in the eyes. Harry nodded.

"Yeah, just wait a sec, I need to be a bit higher." Harry climbed even higher on the root, ignoring the steadily increasing creaking sounds. "Almost there…almost…wait…"

Watch out! Harry stared at the snake in surprise as he suddenly felt the tree lurch, finally falling and resting on the very edge of a cliff. He gripped the branch with both hands, his legs dangling about thirty metres in the air as he looked down and quickly looked up again. Oh damn…

***

"How did you sleep last night?" Arabella Figg hummed a tune on her radio, an old hit from her school days, which happened to be over a hundred years ago. The cat with the spectacle like markings ignored her, curling up in a ball. Arabella frowned. "Oh come, Minnie. It was only a joke." The cat turned the other direction. Arabella sighed and turned back to her stove.

Minerva was most definitely not forgiving Arabella for feeding her mashed cat food last evening, nor placing a litter box in her room, nor fastening a collar around her neck as she slept. It was bad enough to pretend to be a cat, but she certainly didn't need top be treated as one. Not to mention that infernal cat, who kept trying to sneak in her room to- she didn't even want to think about that. Therefore she was going to ignore Arabella as best she could, and that involved being a cat. Cats were the best creatures for ignoring people after all. She had loved bothering her brother-in-law with it.

"You know, my wards had some pretty odd magic coming from the Dursleys last night, Minnie." Arabella casually announced. "I was planning on going over there after breakfast." No reaction. "If we can convince Albus to move Harry to somewhere else, you know you won't have to be a cat any more." A slight twitch. "Actually, right after checking on Harry, I was going to go to Hogwarts." A slight turn of the head. "And I can probably convince Albus that I don't really need you as a cat anymore." Standing up. "You won't have to be a cat for the rest of the summer then." A woman suddenly stood in the kitchen.

"I don't think I shall ever forgive you, Arabella." Minerva said, taking her spectacles out of her robe pocket. "It was one of the most demeaning things ever to happen to me."

Arabella sighed. "Oh come, Minnie. Jamie used to pull your tail all the time. Don't say that isn't at least a little more demeaning?"

"Jamie was three at the time, and younger. He did not understand." Minerva shook her robes, letting them fall perfectly in place. "Now, come. We'll check on Harry and then go back to Hogwarts. I can't tell you how much I want to get back to my Quarters." She took her wand from the counter and taped her robes, turning them into a muggle dress. "Let's go."

Arabella waited till she was out of hearing before snickering. "Oh yes, little Jamie didn't know better. Half the time he was egged on by Brendan, Albus or Anthony, and the other half he either did it himself for fun, or because I told him to." She shook her head and left, following after Minerva, smiling a sad smile, thinking back on times past. "If only Aurora hadn't left then, or died. Minnie always was more laid back with her."

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Upon knocking at the Dursleys, Arabella was surprised to see Dudley actually answering the door. Usually Petunia herself or Harry answered the door, but Dudley never did. She figured it was because Dudley couldn't move from the couch fast enough. "Is your mother at home, Dudley?" She asked sweetly, in a kind-old-lady way.

He shrugged. "MUM!" He yelled and shut the door.

Minerva turned to Arabella. "What is that?"

Arabella sighed. "Dudley Dursley, Harry's cousin. I'm surprised he answered the door, he usually sits on the couch or on his computer. You can see he doesn't move very quickly…"

"Well, there isn't any family resemblance between Harry and him. To tell the truth, it's hard to imagine that Petunia and Lily were sisters. Lily was always so beautiful and-" Minerva was suddenly cut off as the door opened.

"Yes?" Petunia answered in her usual nasal voice. Then she noticed the two women. "Mrs Figg, how are you? I hope that the cake tasted well? Come in." She held the door open.

Arabella and Minerva entered. Arabella cleared her throat. "Now, Petunia, I can't stay long, but I must admit the cake tasted excellent." She crossed her fingers behind her back. In truth Harry had dropped it when he fainted and the cats had eaten it. "I'll bring back the pan as soon as I've washed it. But what I really wanted was to ask if Harry was here."

Petunia stopped suddenly. Her lips pursed together so that they were almost blue. "He isn't here."

"May I enquire where?" Minerva spoke up, worried.

"I don't know. There was an odd man there and he brought us back here. Can't remember much, to tell the truth. Why?" And then she turned to Minerva. "And who is this?"

Arabella coughed delicately. "This is Minerva McGonagall…she's Harry's great aunt. She mistook my house for yours, Petunia, and I told her I'd bring her over."

Minerva shot Arabella a glare, before smiling huge and fake at Petunia. "Of course…I just received the news of my nephew's death and decided to visit my great-nephew. Of course, I had warned my sister from marrying a freak like that, but then again my sister was also er…abnormal." She hurriedly added before Petunia could say anything. Arabella had complained long and hard about the way Petunia treated magic and Minerva decided to use Petunia's on words on the subject.

Petunia's eyes lit up. "Oh! Are you going to take him away? He's been an awful burden on us, you know. Taking away food and time from my precious Dudley…"

"Er, I'm sorry, Mrs Dursley, but that's impossible. We're only related by marriage and in this awful letter talking about m- abnormal things, it mentioned how the boy had to stay with a blood relation. And I don't really want him anyway. I just arrived from my villa in Spain and travel quite frequently. The boy would just get in the way." Minerva rung her hands. "But I did so wish to speak to him, he is in the possession of an object belonging to my late sister…" She sniffed, trying to give the appearance of being sad. "That boy just doesn't deserve a thing, his grandfather tricking my sister into marrying him-"

"Now, I understand perfectly. That boy deserves whatever he gets. But I simply don't know where he is. I think he once called out the name Dumb-bore, or something, but I'm not sure. And that's all I can remember, certainly some of that abnormality." Petunia patted Minerva on the back.

Minerva nodded, suddenly smiling. "Well thank you so much for your help. I'll just be going now." And the two woman left the Dursleys, going next door.

***

"Hogwarts?" Minerva stood in front of Arabella's great fireplace. "And I really wish you hadn't-"

"Hadn't told Petunia Dursley that you were Harry's great Aunt? She'll forget it, I'm sure. I highly doubt you were very interesting, the way you went on. Very good acting, by the way." Arabella rummaged in a cupboard next to the fire place for Floo Powder. "Minnie, don't worry about Harry. He'll be fine. And I know you feel some how indebted to Aurora, but Harry's a strong boy. So was James. And even though James's father wasn't- well, let's not go into that. But he was a powerful wizard and a very strong person."

Minerva sighed, shaking her head as she took a pinch of powder from Arabella's jar. "Harry-James-Aurora-Anthony-Brendan-'Kenna, they were all strong. And powerful. And all of them, except Harry have fallen. And Harry has a Dark Wizard, one of the most powerful ever after him, and he's just turned fifteen. I- I can't help but be worried." She threw it in the fire and called out 'Hogwarts', leaving a worried looking Arabella behind her.

"Mins, you have to let McKenna go. She wouldn't want you to dwell on her." She called out, even though she knew Minerva wouldn't hear her. And then she followed her to Hogwarts.

***

Severus Snape was getting annoyed. The Potter boy wasn't anywhere in the entire school, and he had been looking for him for hours. He glared, kicking out at Mrs Norris who was slinking behind him. "Damn cat." Filch appeared as soon as he said that, but seeing the look on the stormy Professor's face, he decided to leave it. Looks he actually *does* have a brain. He continued on his way, out of the school. It was simple to say that he had no desire at all to look for Harry Potter, but one look at Lily Potter had made him quickly change his mind.

Contrary to popular belief, he hadn't always looked so slimy. But with his favourite class being Potions, the fumes often did get into his hair, which gave him that greasy look. He had also always been pale, due to spending the most time indoors. With a mother and father, both who were famous in their circles for potions making and Dark Arts, he wasn't outside often. He spent his time in dungeons, making potions, libraries, reading, and in duelling chambers, duelling.

As it was, he had very few friends, if one could call them friends at all. Lucius Malfoy-three years ahead of him, but an acquaintance, Evan Rosier, Mairi de Corresè who later married Mikkel Lestrange, another so called friend of his. They all weren't really friends, really only other people his own age with whom he was supposed to spend time with. His parents' marriage had been arranged, and Severus wasn't mistaken that his marriage had been also been arranged. That is, until she had been killed. But even Caelan he had not loved, nor had he felt any connection to her.

It had been Lily Evans who, during the first few days of school, made friends with him, even due to opposite houses. It had also been Lily who he had worked with on Potions Assignments, due to the fact she was adept at Potions. It had been Lily who he went to when something wasn't quite right, when his Mark was hurting, when his so called friends were busy.

Lily was not quick to judge, unlike her friends, and since she was muggle born, she was even more open minded. Severus, though he had been raised to oppose 'Mudbloods', wasn't really an activist on the topic. But even still, there was a teensy weensy bit of prejudice on his part-that is, until he met Lily.

Lily changed everything about him. He began to care about things, take a stand and even try to spend some time out in the sun, when Lily forced him to. She would talk to him about anything and she was his sole confidant. He had even told her that Raian, his former beloved cousin was the beautiful girl that made Lily's life, and those of the other non-Slytherin girls, especially the muggle born ones, a living hell.

He loved her as a sister, a best friend, someone who would never betray him. He would even give his life for hers, if it came to that. He would do anything for Lily. But then, something happened.

Lily and Potter had always been good friends. They were both in the same house, and had hit it off from the start. Severus had always tried to stay out of the way when Lily was with Potter and her other Gryffindor friends. Neither Slytherin House nor Gryffindor House would be pleased to have such a close relationship between two of their students, but Lily and Severus met, still being very good friends.

She would always meet him somewhere, usually in the dungeons, or behind a portrait in a hidden room. They would talk about anything. And that was how he found out Lily was in love with James Potter. He liked her too, Severus had recognised, but said nothing. He remembered that day, in the beginning of sixth year, where Lily had told him so much. 'James is so-so wonderful, Sev, and he-he *kissed* me. Me, Sev, can you believe it? He's such a good friend of mine, and now *this*. I know I'm in love Sev, I just know it.'

He had accepted Lily's feelings, congratulated her and sent her on her way, while he went to the Forest to think. Though the Forbidden Forest was well, forbidden, he never let that in his way. He would slink in, behind the first trees, and walk down a well worn path to a stone bench that had probably been there since the Founders.

Lily was his sister, figuratively speaking, and he hated to let her go. But he also respected her decision, and tried, from then on to be happy when Lily talked about James. Though she did try to keep James out of their talks, when she could. That was another thing he liked Lily for.

It had taken him years to get over her death. Her marriage might have been bad in the other world, but Severus knew that James and Lily really did love one another and he didn't want her to be unhappy. He had been in a bad mood for several weeks, but as Lily said, 'No one can tell if you're in a bad mood, Sev, except me. Because to everyone else, you're *always* like this'. How true her statement was. But after her death, he had walked around in a stupor, barely remembering how to do anything. He taught, but only half with his mind, zombie-like reading out ingredients and useful facts of a potion, as well as useful to annoy his students.

It hadn't even occurred to him to ask for Harry Potter until the Halloween of the next year, but the Headmaster had refused. To have Harry in any Death Eater's care, even a former Death Eater like him, was too dangerous. Not that Severus would do anything, but that either the Ministry, or other Death Eaters would try to take him away. It was decided that Harry stay at his relatives.

When Harry came to Hogwarts, Severus expected to see more of his mother in him. Though he had looked like his father when he was younger, he was sure that Harry would be at least a little like his mother. He was utterly wrong.

Potter did not only look like James-bloody-Potter, but he acted like him as well. Ron Weasley-another Sirius Black. And Hermione Granger-another, well, if Severus wanted to be frank about it, Granger resembled Lily the most. A good student, top of the year with a quick mind. Muggle born, petite and usually rule abiding, when not in the company of Potter and Weasley.

But what had caused Severus the most pain was Potter himself. He did not seem to even care about Lily. He never asked about her, never did anything that showed he had some of her in him. It was Lily's sacrifice that had saved Potter, and he didn't seem to care a bit, allowing people to worship like some kind of god. To tell the truth, Severus mused, he didn't really even know in the first place why Voldemort wanted Potter.

As Severus walked on, he did not notice that he had entered the Forest of his childhood. So deep in his thoughts was he, that he did not realise that he had strayed off the path. But Severus kept on thinking. Now, after what Potter did, it seemed like he had no respect for a woman that had given her own life for his. But then, Severus understood, what Harry meant.

Conflicting thoughts streamed through his head, trying to be sorted out. Lily had been absolutely right. She was not Harry's true mother, but her AUC. And what the Headmaster had said…Severus shook his head as he stopped walking, finally realising where he was. Oh damn…

***

"So, let me get this straight. Harry is connected to Voldemort through his scar, which originated that night. He sees visions when Voldemort attacks or when he is feeling a particular hatred. He's been kidnapped, almost killed, had to duel Voldemort and got out of there alive? With the body of his school mate? And every year there's been some maniac out trying to kill him? Professor…" James paced the room. "That- that's unbelievable. I mean, if that were me, I'd already give up and move to Siberia or somewhere. I- is Harry okay?"

Lily looked at James fearfully when he voiced his concerns about Harry's state. It was hard enough seeing Harry's physical condition and to have him throw her off as if she meant nothing, but to hear of all the dangers Harry had gone through was awful. She could barely fathom it.

"Harry's fine, James. Though due to a certain reporter by the name of Rita Skeeter he has-" Professor Dumbledore reassured.

"Skeeter? That reporter? Oh God, she's one of the worst reporters at the Daily Prophet. Lies about everything. And she's writing about Harry?" Lily finally interrupted. James watched her as she frailly stood up. "Poor Harry, she's one of the worst ever."

"Yes, she has managed to convince some top Ministry Officials like Cornelius Fudge that Harry really is a bit insane. But I've badgered Cornelius with so many owls that I suspect he'll come over, eventually. If not, we'll just re-instate the order and work by ourselves." Dumbledore sobered. "But Harry is fine, I am sure. He is tired and his connection with Voldemort makes him weary, but physically, and mentally he is doing well."

James nodded. It was simply amazing to hear about the son he had lost, what he had been through. And though he was a bit disappointed that Harry was not a Marauder, some of his other exploits made up for it. Like going into the Forbidden Forest to look for Acromantulas. He wished he and Sirius had thought of that. "Professor-"

"James, please, ever since you were eighteen, I've told you to call me Albus. Even before that, even, as a small child, when we're not in the company of others."

"Er, right, Albus, I was wondering about Sirius and Remus. We know that Sirius was in Azkaban, but what about Remus? And where's Sirius now?" James's eyes lit up, hoping to find that Remus was doing well and that he'd be able to see his old friends again. In his world, Remus was in a camp for werewolves, even though he had been an Auror. It didn't matter who you were for the most of the month, only what you were for a few days in their world. All 'Dark' creatures were separated in camps, to be watched so that they couldn't hurt the other people, nor join the Dark Lord. And though James was the Deputy Head Auror, with Lily as his Second and Partner, their word did not mean anything. They were allowed to visit, but nothing more.

And Sirius, well, he was fine, for the most part. He had lost Talia and a best friend, but he was alive and free. Again, right under James in the Auror Circle, a group made up of only the most top and elite Aurors, he was a central figure in the War. But it didn't seem to matter, for Sirius was still unhappy. Almost losing Talia and actually losing Remus made him more well, serious. And though he still did prank James, it wasn't as much as they had done, before.

"Sirius is currently residing with Remus, being that he is still on the run. Remus is fine. I believe I mentioned that he taught during Harry's Third Year? I believe now he does free-lance work. He still is an Auror, but as Aurors weren't needed over the last fourteen years, he hasn't been doing much of that. He is still a werewolf. Sirius is also in good health and hopefully has regained some of his former charm after being orderly cared for. I'm actually expecting them in a day or so to report in."

James's mood brightened considerably. "That's great! We can see them…right?" The thought of not being able to see his two best friends was a depressing one indeed. But at Dumbledore's nod, he grinned. "I can't wait…"

Lily noticed the glint in James's eye, after being married to him for almost sixteen years, and good friends with him for seven more. "James Anthony Potter, don't you even think-"

"Aw, come on Lils. I got to have some fun here." He pouted. "I haven't seen Remus in awhile and you know how Sirius is. Plus won't it be fun to surprise them? After all, they think I'm dead…" His head was filled of thoughts of pranks and mischief. Lily noticed and shook her head. There was no way she was going to be able to stop James from doing anything.

"Oh-fine. But don't come crawling to me when you get in trouble. And must I also remind you that we're dead. We can't be seen by just anyone." Lily sighed in resign.

Dumbledore watched the scene, smiling faintly. It was nice to have James and Lily back. They were always so perfect for one another. Knowing James since before he was born, he had gotten to know Lily just as well. Lily balanced James out and both were intelligent, quick to notice things and overall nice people. If only Harry would get to know them…perhaps not as parents, but as human-beings.

But his thoughts were interrupted when the Wards alerted him to someone Flooing in. Suddenly Professor McGonagall appeared, looking a bit mused. "Is Harry here? His Aunt says he's- oof!"

Arabella had come along as well, bumping into Minerva. "Oh, sorry, Minnie. Albus, Harry isn't here, is he? Petunia said so, but I wasn't quite sure and- Minnie, what is wrong with you?" She said, noticing that Minerva was staring at something in the office.

She looked that direction, her gaze finally falling on two figures, one standing, the other sitting. The woman, who was sitting ,had dark red curly hair and bright green eyes. The man, standing, had black hair standing up in every direction, glasses rimming brown eyes where specks of blue were noticeable. Arabella grabbed onto the mantel to keep from falling. "Li-Lily? Ja-James?"

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AN: All right. I have chapters 7 and 8 finished and I'm in the middle of wiritng chapter 9. I also have chapters 9 and 10 already planned out. I have decided that since I don't have a beta anymore, I can post when I want to. So I'm going to make a deal with you. Usually I don't go by reviews. But I must say that they *do* motivate me to write/post more. So here's the deal. I will post each month, unless I get more than twenty reviews a chapter. As soon as I get between 20-25 I will post the next chapter. Otherwise you will be waiting till around October 19th. With that said, I shall leave you now.

-Myra, 9/19/2003