Before I start this Chapter, let me address a few points.
First, Snape and Harry's discussion last chapter. Several of you commented on this. It will be important, Harry and Snape's relationship…, no slash of course, but one of friendship. Harry needs someone in his life who will always be truthful and not hold anything back. Not only with the Lily and James thing, but also with many other obstacles Harry needs to get through. He has friends his own age, but he needs an adult he can relate to and he finds this in Snape.
Sal and Harry are more evident in this chapter and he and Harry will definitely have many more important conversations. Sal has a purpose like Snape's-someone to be there for Harry and let him know that he isn't alone and there are people, er, things that understand him. As to if he speaks English, this will later be addressed in this chapter.
As for what Sensitive and Power are, I hope to explain them in Chapter 11, if not fully. After all, they're quite intensive branches of magic. But Hexe605, you are pretty much there…actually, you managed to explain it quite simply, unlike the explanation Harry's going to have to hear…
Portkey reviewers: Thanks for the reviews. billyvoodoo42, your reviews are fine..to tell the truth they're quite nice. So no problem. As to the Sorting, that shouldn't appear till Chapter 12/13, but I'll keep your House preferance in mind. And SaraMalfoy thanks for being my 75th reviewer. I'll e-mail you in a bit-I've been pretty busy lately, but thanks for the review and start thinking about a character you'd like to be. Anyway, thanks for the reviews all of you.
And now that I've answered some questions and comments, I present to you Chapter 9.
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Chapter 9: Complicated
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"Headmaster!" Snape slammed the office door close, leaping over the steps, hurrying to get there. It was most important that Dumbledore was informed over Potter's dreams. There were several situations that came to mind, but the one he liked the least seemed to be the most probable.
But he got a shock when two strangers walked out of a small room to the side, in the company of the Headmaster. The woman had light brown wavy hair and hazel eyes, with a kind face. The man, he guessed to be her husband, for they were both holding hands tightly, had medium brown coloured hair, blue eyes and a mischievous grin.
Letting go of his wife's hand, he walked up to the startled Potions Master. He held out his own hand and after scrutinizing the man, Severus decided to take it, wondering if that might not have been the best idea. "Anthony Evans, my wife Marie and I are taking over the Defence Against the Dark Arts job. And you must be Severus Snape, the Potions Master."
Snape nodded slowly, annoyed. It seemed Dumbledore had managed to find a teacher at the last minute. And he had wanted that job. "Correct." He said icily. "How would you know that?"
And he suddenly got a bad feeling as the man grinned even more. "Well, I was asking about the teachers and they said that the Potions Master was the guy who never washed his hair, bathed, always wore black and looked like a vampire bat. And I saw you and said 'that's got to be-'"
"James Anthony Potter, you better stop baiting Severus or else you'll be sleeping on the couch for a month!"
Snape scowled even more if that were possible. James Potter had managed to prank him. Again. One thing about his death that Severus had enjoyed was the fact that Lupin was never one much for playing pranks, Black was in Azkaban and thus unable to play pranks, Pettigrew was too stupid to play pranks, but he was considered dead anyway and Potter was dead. No more Marauders. Until the abominable Weasley twins showed up, Potter showed up, Black escaped and now Potter senior was back.
It definitely wasn't going to be a good year.
But before Severus could curse James into oblivion, or at least wipe that damn smirk off of his face, Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"Severus, before you curse Professor Evans, is there something you wanted? You came in here making quite the scene."
Severus sighed and giving James Potter one last glare, turned to the Headmaster. "Yes. I found Potter Jr and we had a discussion. He revealed a few things to me, Headmaster, which caused me some alarm."
"Is Harry all right?" Lily suddenly interrupted, her new brown eyes filled with tears.
Severus rolled his eyes. "Potter's fine. He has a new friend, but he's otherwise his usual self. But he told me something alarming about his summer."
Lily instantly turned white and Severus had a hard time remembering that it was Lily and not some stranger in the office. He had to admit that he preferred Lily's other looks better than her 'Marie' disguise. James crinkled his forehead and Dumbledore looked grave.
"What is it, Severus?" Dumbledore finally said, his eyes meeting Severus's. "And where is Harry?"
"I found him in the Forbidden Forest. He was glowing again, but so bright it was impossible to look at him. He found a snake, a quite rare one, though I can't place the name. But it was on our way out of the Forest that Potter began talking to me. He has dreams, Headmaster, but not just ordinary dreams. He says that there is often a woman in his dreams, stopping him from doing anything rash. He says that he would have probably killed himself if it weren't for that woman. She'd sing to him, talk to him, reassure him.
"I think that he's under the influence of a Genua or a banshee or something similar. But then again it could be something sent by Voldemort, though Potter did say it had stopped him from turning himself in to Voldemort and you'd think anything sent by Voldemort would encourage that."
Lily looked worried, even more worried than before if that were possible and found a chair, lowering herself into it. "I don't suppose he said anything about us?"
Severus closed his eyes, shaking his head. He hated to let Lily down, but it was true. Potter had said nothing about Lily or James. It had been he had done the talking and most of the talking consisted of the past, not of the presence. "No, he did not say a thing."
Dumbledore walked behind his desk, pulling out a book that sat on a shelf nearby. "Severus, what you have told me is not unexpected. Harry shall stay here for the rest of the summer, the few weeks we have left, that is, and we will try to learn about his dreams."
"Pro-Albus, do you know what is wrong with Harry?" James looked up from the hole he was staring in the floor.
"I have only an educated guess, James, but I hope that it is not true."
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Harry flopped down in the Gryffindor Common Room. It had taken some work to convince the Fat Lady to let him in without a password, but after pointing out to her that it was summer, he was in Gryffindor and that no one else was there, she finally grudgingly let him in.
Sal was taking in the sights of his new Master's living quarters. Although Harry had tried to convince Sal not to call him Master and just Harry, Sal had finally settled at 'Master Harry'.
Harry decided to let the matter go.
"Sal, why are they here?" He decided to say instead, staring into the flames that had suddenly appeared when he thought that a fire might be nice. Sal didn't need any explaining.
Because they were called here.
Harry shut his eyes. "But I don't want them here, Sal. I don't need them and they're nothing to me."
Sal stayed silent for a while. It seemed as if he were thinking. I do not know, Master Harry. Perhaps they are here because you will need them.
"But I have everything I need. And I don't need someone pretending that I'm his or her son, when I'm not. They're not my parents. This Lily Potter didn't sacrifice her life for mine, she tried and failed. She's not my mother and this James isn't my father. Even if they truly were my parents, they've missed so much of my life…they don't know anything about me, just what I might have been…"Harry sighed, opening his eyes.
The only advice I can give you, Master Harry, is to just proceed how you see fit. Perhaps they can help you, in time. Magic is a very tricky thing and so is Fate.
He watched the flames dance and began to think. "Sal, what should I do then, while they're here? This James Potter is being quite an idiot and this Lily's so fragile. I don't even know what to call them. 'Mum' and 'Dad' are out-they're not my parents and Mr and Mrs Potter seem too old. If they're really alternate versions of my parents, they must be in their thirties. So I guess I have to call them 'Lily' and 'James'."
If that makes you feel right, Master Harry. I cannot tell you what to do, only guide you. And it worries me, with this coming Darkness...
"What do you mean, 'this coming Darkness'? Voldemort's back, we know that. But is he going to do anything really big?"
Sal shrugged, at least as much as a snake could. I do not know, Master Harry. I- he hesitated. No, I cannot say anything yet. It is too uncertain and I do not wish to mislead you with a half-truth.
Harry sighed, dropping his heads in his hands. "All I want is just to be normal. Not some freak. Not some orphaned kid whose parents have magically reappeared-except that they aren't really his parents, but from an Alternate Universe. Not some kid who has a Dark Wizard after him for some unknown reason. Not some kid who can talk to snakes-no offence. Not some kid who has dreams and visions and had to be talked out of killing himself by a woman in a dream.
"Hell, I still don't know what to believe, Sal. I mean, she was just a dream, but then she seemed so real. And the way she talked. She seemed to know me. And-"
She did, Sal interrupted. She did know you. Or perhaps you not personally, but she has a connection with you.
Harry blinked. But-who is she then? And how does she have a connection with me?"
It's not my right to answer. You'll have to be patient, Master Harry.
"Patient? I'm tired of being patient. No one seems to tell me anything and it's really beginning to annoy me."
I do not wish to hide anything from you, Master Harry, but there are certain things that I may not reveal. Snakes follow a code, Master Harry, and this code cannot be broken, otherwise I will loose my power of Seeing and turn into a normal garden snake. You must learn about certain things yourself.
Harry said decided to say nothing and just stared into the flames. He watched as they danced around, twisting and turning as he wished, making shapes and figures, finally morphing into the one face that haunted his dreams nightly, who had kept him on this earth, who had-
"Harry James Potter!" Harry jumped back, the face disappearing as his concentration broke. Turning around to glare at the person behind him, he was shocked to see his Head of House.
Professor McGonagall was standing there, arms crossed. "We've been wondering where you were, Potter. Professor Snape told us that as soon as you got out of the Forest you ran off in one direction while he returned to the Headmaster's Office."
Harry shrugged, his attention returning to the flames. Professor McGonagall noticed this however. "Strange," she said, "that there is a fire going. The House Elves know to keep the fires out during the summer." But even as she said this, she noticed the odd quality of the flames and made a mental note to talk to the Headmaster later.
Harry ignored this and closed his eyes, letting the flames take control. He had no conscious idea what he was doing, but unconsciously he knew that it was right. He let the heat slide over him, hot to the touch but not burning, more a comfortable feeling that made him wish never to leave. And the face was there again, but this time attached to a body, the same young woman who would spend hours in his dreams, comforting him.
And as he saw her, she reached out a hand and Harry reached for it. He knew that he should take it, that he had to take it. The distance between their out-reached hands was steadily closing as Harry walked towards the silent and motionless figure and soon he was almost there. With one last step he reached out his hand, leaning forwards to take her hand in his.
Their hands touched.
And he fell into blackness.
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He tried to open his eyes, but couldn't. It was the same feeling he had had at Mrs Figg's, different somehow. Instead of the darkness he had seen before, this time he still saw darkness, but also different shapes in different colours and brightness. He blinked as the shapes formed into the outlines of people. Three were quite tall, while one was shorter than the rest and the other two were of an average height.
The tallest was a dark blue colour, shining very brightly. Harry could tell that this meant he was very powerful and guessed that it was Professor Dumbledore. The next two, one shorter than the rest, were both in a silver colour, both shining even brighter than the blue one (Professor Dumbledore). Harry took it to mean that those were Lily and James.
The other tall one was shining black, but with a thread of silver mixed in. The black was very dark and Harry decided that this meant that it was a powerful wizard. He also decided that it had to be Professor Snape, unfortunately, which meant that his Professor happened to be very powerful. Something he wasn't necessarily sure if it were a good thing or not.
The next to shapes were fairly bright, one the same dark blue as Professor Dumbledore, what Harry took to be Arabella and the other was a reddish colour, most likely Professor McGonagall.
As long as he couldn't open his eyes, he decided to listen to the conversation. It seemed like an excellent idea of how to get information without having to spy, eavesdrop of wait for a long period of time.
"…Trance." That must be Professor McGonagall.
"It is as I expected, Minerva." Dumbledore, definitely.
"And that would be?" Hmm…Snape. There was that same haughtiness in the voice.
"I still do not wish to say it, Severus. It fits all the signs, but even I can be mistaken and I wish to observe him more. If I truly am right, then this has many grave consequences, but also has good merits."
"But you're never wrong!" James, the idiot. It had to be.
A chuckle. "James, as proud as I am to hear you say that, I am wrong occasionally. For instance, I never released that Peter was the spy, nor that Tom Riddle was going to turn evil. I may be right most of the time, but I'm often very wrong."
"Well, Albus, any insight then into what's going to happen with Harry?" Hmm… that was a hard one…must be Mrs Figg.
"At the moment, I think the only thing we can do is wait. Harry has many secrets, several that even I know nothing about and I doubt he knows himself."
"But then, Professor-er, I mean Albus, what about Harry? Are you sure he'll be all right?" That had to be Lily. Harry recognised her wavering voice.
Just then another light appeared. It was a light pink and not that bright, but still bright. "All right, Professor Evans, he'll be fine. But now I have to throw you out. He's my patient and he needs his rest, not to be pestered by teachers, Headmasters or relatives of Headmasters. Now out!" Madame Pomfrey, no question there.
He felt himself being lifted up, and Madame Pomfrey muttered something about 'having Potter in here before the term starts, wonder how many times he'll be in here this year'. And then he felt a cool liquid being poured down his throat and felt a feeling of calmness before settling into a deep sleep.
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When he woke up again, this time being able to open his eyes fully, he found Lily Potter asleep in the chair next to him, his hand clutched tightly in hers. He tried tugging his hand, but it made her hold on tighter, beginning to whimper about not ever letting him go.
So he sighed and crossed his arms as best as he could, which didn't work too well, and waited for someone to rescue his hand, which he was slowly loosing the feeling of.
Luckily, after a few minutes Madame Pomfrey walked in, muttering about impolite and ungrateful wizards in Hogsmeade who were stupid enough to punch out windows when drunk and the local medi-witch being away. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to notice him.
"Er...Madame Pomfrey..." She whirled around, dropping a jar of a purple powder and didn't manage to catch it before it broke on the floor.
"Potter! You're finally awake. Good, now you can take this medicine, it should help clear your head while I clean up this mess...what an annoyance it will be. Honestly, Powdered Froschen is hard to get and it stains terribly..." Her back was now turned to him as she poured out a goblet of a steaming liquid.
"Come Potter, here it is, this ought to help you-" She held it out to him.
"But my head's fine." He weakly protested as Madame Pomfrey came barring down at him.
"No it isn't, Potter, now take this." She waited impatiently as Harry reached for it with his left hand, visibly shaking. He had enough bad experiences with medicines from Madame Pomfrey that he knew it was going to be unpleasant. And sure enough it was. Until he spilled a drop on his sheet and it hissed, burning a hole right through it.
"Careful, Potter! It's very potent! Use both hands!"
He rolled his eyes. "I'd love to, Madame Pomfrey, but it's sort of hard to do, seeing how Lily has my right hand."
Madame Pomfrey at least looked a bit shocked. "Oh, of course." She studied the sleeping woman. "Well, then we'll just have to wake her up. Surgio!"
Lily slowly opened her eyes as a yellow spell hit her. She blinked a few times before dropping Harry's hand, rubbing her own eyes. "Poppy...what time is it?"
"About eight, Lily. But Harry needed his hand back and you wouldn't let go."
Lily looked shocked, turning to Harry. "Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to- I-"
"It's okay." He flatly said, his vision trained on the woman who seemed to be blinking back tears. "There's no reason to cry about it."
Unfortunately this made her cry even harder. He suddenly felt uncomfortable, slowly sliding under his blankets until only his face showed and his arm holding the goblet was free. "Er...Lily? Everything's fine, there's nothing to cry about...Lily?" For when Harry addressed her as Lily, she began to cry even harder.
He looked worriedly to Madame Pomfrey who was observing them both, stone faced. But as Harry turned to her, she turned around her self, reaching upon a shelf for a bottle of tablets. She shook a few out, took another goblet and poured water into it, dropping the tablets in. Then she handed it to Lily.
"There, dear, here, drink this. It will make you feel better. There isn't any chance...well...you're not pregnant, are you?"
Lily stopped crying immediately, though Harry wasn't sure if it was due to the goblet or due to the question. Her cheeks slowly began to turn red and she coughed. "Oh, no, Poppy, I'm not, for sure I'm not. I'm on the Potion..."
Madame Pomfrey relaxed visibly. "Very well then, Lily. But I have to admit with your proneness to tears, it seems as if there's something wrong with you, and pregnancy would fit your symptoms perfectly."
Lily shook her head, handing the medi-witch the goblet back and stood up. "It's, well…" She looked down. "I'm not pregnant, Poppy and I'm in good health, I just missed out on my medication today, but I should be fine, just a bit down...I think I ought to go now." And she hurried off, leaving both Harry and Madame Pomfrey to stare after her.
Harry made a face as Madame Pomfrey handed him the goblet again. Lily's acting really odd...
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Lily was quite embarrassed the way Harry and Madame Pomfrey had seen her fall apart like that, but there was nothing she could do short of using a Memory Charm, and that would have been stupid. Plus she doubted that they would do anything to ridicule her for that. Dr Libelle always said that she shouldn't be ashamed of it- and she wasn't for the most part. But she didn't like to seem so vulnerable to Harry, someone who she greatly admired and wanted to earn his trust.
So she hurried to the rooms she and James had been sharing with Harry. A day had passed since Harry had blacked out in the fire and now she suspected that James would be eating breakfast. After a bit of discussion, Dumbledore had said that it would be best if she and James always wore their disguises when out of their chambers. And since she knew James preferred to have his messy hair-for some reason that she had never found out after knowing him for the last twenty-three years-she knew he would be in their Chambers, where he could keep his unruly hair.
Whispering the password, she climbed in the main room, where different books were thrown all over. She sighed. James was definitely not the neatest person in the world. "James? James? Where are you...?" She trailed off, trying to take deep breaths so she wouldn't start crying again. She had cried enough lately.
"Lily?" James appeared, a pot in his hand and his front covered in flour. But when he appeared, Lily couldn't stop and started sobbing, her feet dropping out from underneath her, allowing her to crumble on the ground. Or at least she would have if James hadn't lunged to get her before she hit. After all, Harry's Seeker skills had to come from somewhere.
He had dropped the pan in his haste and a brownish liquid was now covering the floor, but they both ignored it. James picked her up, cradling her in his arms as she sobbed into his shoulder. "Come on, Lil, let's out you to bed."
He laid her down in the bed, pulling the blankets up to her chin and climbed in next to her, stroking her back as she turned to her side. "It's all right, love, don't cry. I don't suppose you have your medication with?"
Lily shook her head, sobbing more quietly now. "No...no, I don't. But Madame Pomfrey thought I'm pregnant and Harry doesn't understand a thing...no one understands! Perhaps the world would be better off with out me..." She sobbed louder. "I know I should have died, but I didn't and that was the worst mistake of my life...I should just end it now...then I'd be gone and everything would be all right...I don't-"
"Lily!" James shook her as she began to hiccup, for she was sobbing so hard. He hated when she did this and it also made him sick with worry. All the other times she had reacted like this...well, he didn't really want to think of them. But he knew how serious her condition was. "Lily Marie Potter! Get a hold of yourself! Lily! You're fine! You're perfectly fine! Harry's here! Voldemort's not here! Come on, everything's fine!"
But it didn't help any. For soon Lily began to scream. Loudly, with out stopping. Ear-splitting, actually. James cringed but did the only thing he could. He picked her up again, ignoring her thrashing and ran out of the bedroom to the fireplace in the main room. With one hand, thus letting her feet go; he grabbed a pinch of Floo Powder and threw it into the fireplace. "Headmaster's office!"
And with a flash of flames, they were gone.
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It is impossible to Floo into Hogwarts, unless you go straight to the Headmaster's office or know the passwords to the Common Rooms. But you can Floo inside of Hogwarts and this is what James had done.
Luckily Dumbledore was there, laughing over the muggle funnies section in some newspaper. But when he heard the screams coming through the fireplace, his expression turned graved and he stood up as James appeared with a thrashing and screaming Lily.
"James! What is this?" He shouted, grabbing his wand and throwing a Stunner at Lily. It unfortunately missed and hit a portrait instead, stunning its occupant.
James held onto Lily tighter. "That isn't going to help, Dumbledore, when she's like this she manages to block every spell thrown at her. We need a Calming Potion."
Dumbledore looked at him sharply. "A Calming Potion? I think you ought to explain, James."
James winced as Lily managed to get him in the mouth. "Oww-I will, but later. Does Madame Pomfrey have something like that?"
"No-there's really no need. Plus it's prescribed; we'd need a doctor's prescription. But-wait, let me talk to Selene. She might be able to do something." He hurriedly threw something in the fireplace where instantly a head of a woman appeared.
"Dumbledore?" She asked, obviously confused. It was a young woman, with reddish blonde hair and blue eyes. James recognised her-she had been a Slytherin in his year, but in his world she was dead, for the Death Eaters had killed her a few years ago. She, however, had been in the Order and thusly trusted. James didn't know her well, but Lily however had been sort of friends with her at Hogwarts and afterwards in the Order they were fairly close.
"Ah, Selene. We have an emergency here and I need a prescription for a Calming Potion. Could you please write one?"
She frowned. "Well, I need to know the dosage-and what is that screaming?" For Lily had changed once again from whimpering to letting out ear-splitting screams.
Dumbledore eyed her. "The reason we need the Potion."
"Oh-" But before she could say anything else, James cut in, shouting.
"The dosage is two spoon fills, Selene, and you might want to make it quick-Oww!"
Lily had managed to beam him again.
Selene's eyes widened as she took in James and Lily Potter. "James? James Potter?"
He nodded before he ducked one of Lily's hands, which was quite hard because he was still holding her. "Right, now could you please-Oww-hurry?"
Selene stared open-mouthed until she seemed to get a hold of herself and nodded her head. "You know what, I think I'll just send you the Potion over, with out a prescription at the moment. I think that is a bit more important and then I'll get you a prescription...wait a minute." She turned around and disappeared out of view, but the sounds of her rummaging around could be heard as she called out to someone named Anne if they could get her a Calming Potion for an emergency.
Soon she appeared again, the potion bottle clutched tightly in her hands as she grabbed her wand and stepped through the flames. "Good Lord, I think you ought to explain everything to me," she said as she measured out the potion in Dumbledore's office.
"We will, we will, just hurry up!" James muttered as he adjusted his grip on his now sobbing wife, who still unfortunately seemed to be thrashing around like mad.
Selene said nothing, but as she poured a spoonful down Lily's throat and watched her quiet down enough to pour in another spoonful, her expression said it all. And she voiced it as well when Lily finally relaxed into unconsciousness.
"What the hell is going on?"
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"May I please leave now?"
"No."
"But Madame Pomfrey-" Harry tried again, futilely.
"I said no, Mr Potter and I mean it. I'll tie you to the bed if you try to climb out again. You were out almost a day and I want you in here for observation." Madame Pomfrey pulled the bed-hangings closed and turned away.
Harry humphed and crossed his arms, glaring at the white curtains. "Well, at least tell me where Sal is."
"Sal?"
"My snake," he clarified, switching positions.
Madame Pomfrey pulled the curtains away. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Professor McGonagall said nothing over a snake when she brought you in here and I certainly haven't seen it either. Now rest!" She pulled the curtains together again and Harry glared at them.
"It's not fair."
Not everything is fair, Master Harry.
Harry almost jumped as he saw Sal slither across his sheet. "You can understand English? And what are you doing here?"
Sal hissed in what Harry took to be laughter. No, Master Harry, I do not understand human speech. But I read your feelings, Master. They were quite evident. And as to coming here, I crawled inside your shirt when the other witch-
"Professor McGonagall."
-Professor McGonagall then, transported you here. And then while they were examining you, I crawled underneath the bed and waited until you were awake and alone.
Harry sighed. "Well that's all right then. I was just worried about what they might do to you. I have a feeling that they're not going to be too thrilled about me having a snake..."
You're most likely right, Master. Sal curled up around his arm. But I think right now it might be best to sleep. I believe that She wants to talk to you.
Harry didn't ask who the 'She' was-he already knew. "I guess I will...it's just that sleeping's boring."
Sal laughed again. That might be so, but she can teach you a lot. Go talk to her.
Harry hesitated. "But it's never...well, pleasant when I talk to her. It seems something bad always happens."
Sal squeezed Harry's arm, trying to be reassuring. That might be so, Master Harry, but it is important.
Harry rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath. He hated having dreams like that, even though he knew that they always helped. But he felt vulnerable during them and that wasn't a feeling he liked. "All right then, Sal, I will. Just hope that nothing too bad happens..."
And he fell asleep.
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If you kill me, I won't be able to update. As for my progress-working on Chapter 11, I'll post Chapter 10 in a week, like I always seem to be doing. But if you guys really want to motivate me, please give me reviews, because to tell the truth-getting feedback is the best motivation. After all, I already know what's going to happen-it's my story. So why bother to type every chapter up and spend hours on developing characters and making every thing come together just for myself?
Anyway, Selene has been introduced. Sal and Harry have talked, you get a bit more of Harry's view on James and Lily, you've learned what was wrong with Lily to an extent and you're also learning a bit about Harry and what's going on with him.
Chapter 10: Lily's condition is fully explained, Harry has his dream and has a talk with Sal, Minerva and Arabella have a discussion, James reveals something and Sirius and Remus arrive, finally.
I think that sums it up. So please review, even if it's a simple 'good' or 'bad'. Remember, I don't get paid for doing this and I am busy. Anyway, expect to see me back in about a week.
-Myra, 11/7/03