Chapter Twenty Five
The Mirror
AN- Anyone that has been following this story for long probably has a LOT of questions and I WILL answer them in the AN at the end, but for now please try to put any anger you hold towards me aside and just enjoy this LONG overdue chapter.
H/H FOREVER!
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It turned out to be much harder to find the room with the mirror than Harry had expected and the trio spent quite a while taking different routes from the library to the common room and back, in hopes of finding the path Harry had taken last night in his haste to elude Filch.
After two hours of fruitless searching Ron was ready to give up (Hogwarts is, after all a huge castle and magical to boot).
"Come on, guys! Let's just go back to the common room," he whined. "There's no way we're gonna find this place; after all, it could be like one of those places that Fred and George have talked about. The ones that only appear at certain times and besides, it's not worth all this effort just for a dumb old mirror anyway.
Hermione rolled her eyes and glared at Ron. "You're so lazy, Ron!" she exclaimed. "I'm sure we'll find it eventually, you just have to learn to have patience."
Harry only smiled at his friends' antics as they launched themselves into their latest quarrel and pondered the feeling of actually having friends. Ron and Hermione may have been his friends for months now, but Harry still found himself amazed at how great it felt to know that there were people who truly cared about what happened to him and actually found his presence enjoyable.
Of course the more he learned about how most people acted towards others the more he realized that the way Ron and Hermione treated him wasn't quite as unusual as Harry had at first thought it to be. They treated him like a friend, not like a nuisance, and certainly not like a legend, and it was this fact more than any other that made their friendship even more wonderful to Harry. Harry knew that how he acted most of the time caused his friends to worry about him, but it was hard for him to act differently. After all it isn't easy to change behaviour formed through years of mistreatment.
Ron and Hermione now understood that he was just used to being silent all the time because that was the safest course for him around the Dursleys, but they also made it quite clear that they weren't the Dursleys. After having their little talk on the first day of the Christmas Holidays, Hermione had asked Harry to at least try to speak his mind more often, Ron had also eagerly agreed hoping that Harry might become an ally in his usual `friendly discussions' with Hermione.
With a jolt, Harry realized that his most recent dream had mirrored his friends' thoughts of the Dursleys and how, though they were not present, they were still holding Harry back in some ways. Such as how he tended to try to do what others wanted him to instead of acting upon his own thoughts and feelings.
Just as he had in his dream, Harry felt a spark of something deep within him rebel at the very thought of being controlled.
<I swear on all that I am that I will never be controlled!> he vowed, the same as he had done in his dream. <I will be my own person and always do what I think is right!>
Harry shuddered in a sort of pleasure as the feeling within him seemed to swell inside him and flash, like lightning about to strike, before it dimmed again leaving him feeling energized and oddly - free?
With Harry lost in his thoughts and reflections, and Ron and Hermione lost in another of their ridiculus arguments (at least Harry found them ridiculus), the trio walked right by the room they were looking for… or at least they would have if the suit of knight's armour that stood a few doors down the hall hadn't lowered his lance in front of Ron, who was so preoccupied with his argument with Hermione that he walked right into it.
"Owww!" Ron complained as he rubbed the side of his head and glared at the knight. "Grr! You stupid - piece of junk, I'll fix you!"
Ron searched through the many pockets of his robes and pulled out his wand, brandishing it at the offending armour. Harry grinned at Ron's antics and Hermione laughed out loud. Before Ron did anything though, the knight held its hand up and waved it, as if to say `No, wait!', and then pointed back down the way that the trio had come.
Ron frowned and looked down the hall, then back to the knight in confusion. Harry looked down the hall as well and nearly smacked himself when he did.
"Uh, sorry, guys, but we just found it." Harry admitted, sweat dropping. ( ^_^' )
Now it was Ron's turn to smirk at Harry's mistake.
Harry turned from his friends to the set of armour and bowed his head to it.
"Thank you for your help." He said, "I owe you one."
In turn the knight's armour shook his head and bowed to Harry, `It was no problem.', it seemed to say.
Harry and Hermione smiled, both of them still amused by how things were so different in the Magical World, a place where just about anything could and frequently did happen, while Ron smiled, just happy that his friends were happy.
They walked back up the passageway until Harry stopped outside of a door and turned to Ron and Hermione.
"Ok, I don't know how that suit knew what we were looking for, but there's a lot of dust in here and if we disturb any of it someone will probably realise that we've been in here." He explained.
"Wait a minute," Hermione said looking apprehensive "are you saying that we're not supposed to go in here?"
Harry opened his mouth to answer before closing it as he realized that, as far as he knew, they weren't forbidden from going anywhere in the castle other than the third floor corridor, as long as it wasn't past curfew.
"Well - I don't think there's a rule against it." He said, "but… I just kind of get the feeling that the mirror in here was put here to keep it hidden."
Ron rolled his eyes at the two.
"Jeeze! Are we not Gryffindors?" he demanded. "Why are you two so worried? If we're not allowed in here and we're caught, then we'll lose some house points, or get a detention at the worst! Lets go! I wanna see what's so special about this bloody mirror that we've spent so much time looking for."
Ron pushed past the two and opened the door slowly, being careful not to kick up too much of the dust, despite his continuing mumbling about overcautious Gryffindors.
The trio entered the old classroom and closed the door behind them. The room was the same as Harry had left it the night before and the three of them walked, side-by-side, up to the mirror and stood before it. The surface of the mirror seemed to shimmer for just a moment when the three of them came up to it.
Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Harry expected to see the same thing he'd seen before. Instead he saw only what any normal mirror would have shown: three good friends standing together. Glancing to his sides Harry could tell by their expressions that his friends weren't seeing anything out of the ordinary either.
Ron looked blankly at their reflection for a moment before turning back to Harry.
"So would you like to explain just what it is that's so special about this mirror that we're missing lunch to look at it?" he asked arching an eyebrow at Harry.
Harry could only frown and shake his head.
"Sorry." He apologized, "but I swear it worked differently last night…"
"How, exactly, did it work differently last night, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Well, I had my invisibility cloak on when I came to this room and I wanted to look in the mirror and not see myself in it," he said, "but when I looked into it I saw both myself and… other people."
Harry paused for a moment to collect his thoughts and Ron and Hermione both waited for him to go on.
"I saw both of you with me, and behind the three of us I saw… I saw my parents and you guys too…" Harry sighed heavily. "That was when I - decided to leave."
Now both Ron and Hermione looked thoughtful.
"Why would it show you that?" Hermione wondered aloud. "I'd say it was showing you your family and your ancestors, but then it wouldn't have shown you Ron and I."
"I haven't been able to figure it out either." Harry admitted, "and I don't understand why it's just a normal mirror now either."
"Yeah." Hermione agreed, "It doesn't make any sense that it would work differently now."
"Well, you said that you were wearing your invisibility cloak when you were here last time, right?" asked Ron. "Maybe the cloak and the mirror worked together to produce a different effect?"
Harry and Hermione looked at him in surprise.
"What?" he asked when he noticed their stares.
"Harry? Is it just me or did Ron actually sound intelligent for a moment there?" Hermione asked teasingly.
Harry could only smile in response as he shook with silent laughter.
Ron's face turned a red so brilliant it rivalled his hair and tried to glare at the two, but the corners of his mouth kept twitching and trying to smile, ruining the effect entirely.
"Anywho," Hermione went on, "I don't understand why Harry's invisibility cloak would have any effect on the mirror."
Now it was Harry and Ron's turn to stare in mock surprise.
"What? Hermione Granger doesn't understand something that I said?" Ron exclaimed with a grin and great sarcasm.
"Oh shut it!" Hermione muttered, but smiled at the same time.
Ron shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"I keep forgetting how much there is that the two of you don't know about magic." He sighed. "Harry's cloak may only affect Harry and whomever or whatever else is under it, but its magic still extends beyond the cloak itself. The same happens with any type of magic that's permanent."
Harry listened intently, eager to pick up any bit of knowledge about the wizarding world that might help him fit in better. Hermione on the other hand was still frowning at Ron in confusion.
"How do you know that? You never do any reading!" she demanded. "You hardly even do your homework!"
Ron took a breath and the two looked as if they were getting ready for another one of their arguments before Harry cut in.
"Not everything that is learned, is learned from a book, Hermione." He told her gently. "Did you ever learn how to ride a bicycle?"
Hermione nodded, still looking confused and now a little indignant at Harry's apparent disrespect for `her' books.
"You didn't learn from a book did you?"
Almost immediately Hermione's look of confusion turned to a look of sudden understanding, and she smiled and nodded.
"I guess there's a lot that you learn about magic by growing up in a magical family. Right, Ron?"
"I guess so." Ron shrugged with a smirk
While the Trio smiled at each other, sharing a moment of closest friendship, they didn't notice the mirror beside them shimmer once more, showing briefly three adults in their place.
One, though smaller than Hagrid, was a giant of a man with wild red hair and a grin that was almost ferocious in its intensity. His bright blue eyes seemed to shout a warning to any foolish enough to cross those the man was loyal to.
Another, quite obviously a woman, was shorter than the two others. She had rich brown hair and cinnamon eyes that seemed to absorb and examine everything she saw, remembering it and filing it away for later use.
The one in the middle was a man. He was tall, though not as tall as the other man, and he wasn't as muscular either, though he certainly didn't look physically weak, but something about his stance or the way he held himself seemed to hold a sort of liquid power. As if he was relaxed yet on the edge of sudden action at the same time, like lightning waiting for a reason to strike. His hair, more wild and erratic than should have been possible, was a black so dark and pure that it seemed to be made of the very shadows themselves. But the face drew the most attention, not for its distinctive scar, but for its intensity of expression. Every part of it seemed to express an unbelievable love and enjoyment of life and everything that came with it.
Before any of the three saw it, the mirror flashed and once again reflected only what was in front of it.
The three of them often got lost in their discussions, completely forgetting whatever they had been doing before and they would likely have gone on discussing the differences between the ways each of them grew up if it wasn't for the dust that was kicked up as Hermione leaned against one of the desks in the room. The Trio coughed and choked on the dust until Ron was able to squeak out a cleaning charm between bouts of coughing. His mother had insisted that all of her children learn it and practice using it on their messy rooms as soon as they started at Hogwarts.
"Ahh." Hermione took a deep breath of dust free air. "Thanks, Ron."
Ron nodded as he caught his breath.
"So what do you say we figure this mirror out and then get out of here." He asked.
"Sure." Harry answered.
"Definitely." Hermione agreed.
They turned back to the mirror.
"Hmmm, that's odd." Hermione commented, pointing out the writing on the frame of the mirror that she had noticed before.
" `Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.' I wonder what it means?" asked Ron. "Its not Latin, that's for sure, but it doesn't look like any language that I know of, even though the letters are all in the basic alphabet."
"Well if we can't figure that part out right now we should try something else." Hermione said in her usual business like manner that she donned whenever faced with a puzzle. "Did you happen to bring your cloak, Harry?"
Harry nodded and pulled the folded cloak from one of the pockets in his robes.
"Okay then, we'll put the cloak over us and see what happens." Hermione explained and took the cloak, throwing it around herself, Harry and Ron.
They watched the mirror expectantly, waiting to see what, if anything, would appear. Other than the fact that the mirror continued to show their reflections, despite the cloak, nothing unusual happened. The Trio sighed in unison.
Hermione was disappointed that her idea hadn't helped, but looked determined nonetheless.
"Fine, so that didn't work. We'll just have to try something else."
"Like what?" Ron asked.
"Well, first we can try to reproduce what happened last night as closely as possible." Continued Hermione after a moment's thought. "Harry, Ron and I will stay at the side of the room and you go out, then come back in with your cloak on and try to do just what you did before. Okay?"
"Alright." Harry nodded.
Hermione pulled Ron out from under the cloak and to the side of the room then turned to the door and watched as it seemed to open by its self and then closed again as Harry left. A moment later the door opened and closed silently and Ron and Hermione watched the floor for Harry's footsteps in the dust. They didn't see anything until there was a small stirring of the dust when Harry came to a stop in front of the mirror.
There was a moment of silence then a distortion in the air, and then Harry was visible. He was standing in front of the mirror with his cloak held tightly in one hand. Harry's expression, which was difficult to read at the best of times, was now completely blank, which made his friends think that he was hiding his reaction more than he usually did.
Harry turned and looked at Ron and Hermione, seeming relived to look away from the mirror.
"It's working now."
His voice was monotone and sounded oddly strained.
"You can see the same thing you could before?" Ron whispered as if talking out loud might alert the mirror to his presence and make it stop doing… whatever it was doing.
"Even without the cloak on?" added Hermione, also whispering.
"Yes. I can see Ron and you, and all my relatives, and - and my parents."
Hermione groaned in frustration.
"I don't get it." Ron complained. "Does it only work for you? And what is it supposed to be showing you?"
"You'd know more about this kind of magic than me or Hermione, Ron." Was Harry's answer.
"He's right, Ron. I'm as lost as him."
Ron scratched his head a moment, thinking, then shrugged.
"Why don't we just try it one at a time?" he suggested.
"Works for me." Agreed Harry and he quickly stepped back from the mirror.
Ron looked back and forth between Harry and Hermione, who were both looking at him expectantly.
"I suppose I'll go next?" he asked, but it was more of a statement than a question.
Ron took a deep breath, closed his eyes and squared his shoulders, then stepped before the mirror. Still squinting, Ron slowly opened one eye wide enough to see the mirror, as if afraid of what he might see.
The moment he saw his reflection though his eyes snapped wide open and his jaw went slack as he stared into the mirror, as though transfixed by what he saw.
*Ron's POV*
< Damn it! > Ron thought to himself. < Why am I always the one who has to be the chizpurfle? Well, here goes. > (Wizards often use chizpurfles in magical experiments much like muggles used guinea pigs. The practice is still allowed as there is little magic that the chizpurfle cannot handle given time to absorb it.)
Ron took a breath and closed his eyes, stepping in front of the mirror. Not knowing what to expect he cracked one eye open a bit to peer at his reflection.
At first he saw just his reflection, but it took only a second to realize that, although it was certainly still him in the mirror, he looked vastly different from the way he looked for real. He opened both eyes fully to get a better look and what he saw struck him speechless.
Before him in the mirror was his reflection, but it seemed - older somehow, and instead of a tall gangly youth, dressed in dusty school robes, Ron saw a tall and solid young man standing in a spotlight and the way he held himself showed an agility or grace despite his height. He was dressed in different robes too.
< Quidditch robes! I'm on the Quidditch team! > Ron thought happily. < And I'm wearing the captain's badge too! >
After managing to look at something other than the robes and badge Ron saw that his reflection was holding something. In one arm was the school's Quidditch cup, in the other was the house cup - he'd won them both for Gryffindor! Beside the `mirror Ron' were his parents and siblings, all smiling at him proudly and congratulating him. On the other side of his reflection and closer to the surface of the mirror were Harry and Hermione. Hermione was carrying the thickest book Ron had ever seen. Harry was right up next to Hermione with his arm around her and around Harry Ron saw shadows of people patting Harry on the back or resting an arm on his shoulders and he knew that they were the caring family that Harry needed. Both of his friends were smiling at him and cheering for his success.
"Ron!"
Ron began to wonder if perhaps the mirror showed the future of whoever looked into it. He felt someone tugging at his robes, but he waved them away, he had important things on his mind.
"Ron!"
*Third Person POV*
"Ron!" Harry yelled, jerking his friend away from the mirror.
Harry and Hermione had waited for a few minutes after Ron looked into the mirror, but when he still hadn't moved in all that time and his expression had remained blank and glassy they started calling him. Starting to get worried, Hermione had tugged on his robes to get his attention but Ron had only brushed her away without even glancing away from his reflection. Finally Harry had had enough and dragged Ron from the mirror.
"What do you think you're doing?" Ron yelled at him.
"Ron, you've been staring at the mirror for three minutes now!" Hermione told him.
Ron blinked at her, startled. "I was?" He asked looking lost. "It felt like just a moment…"
"Well what did you see?" Harry asked. "And why didn't you answer us? Did you figure out what the mirror is doing?"
"I saw - I saw myself, only older, and I was Gryffindor's team captain." Ron explained. "I was holding the Quidditch Cup and the House Cup. My family was there to and so were the both of you… do you think maybe the mirror shows the future?"
"No way." Harry and Hermione answered simultaneously. The three smiled at it then Harry motioned for Hermione to go ahead.
"Well I just don't think that it's possible to predict the future at all. In order to do that the future would have to be already decided, and then predicting it would be pretty pointless." Hermione said. "Even if you did predict the future, then you could change whatever you predicted, which would mean that your prediction became wrong and you hadn't really predicted the future. At least that's how I see it. What about you, Harry?"
"Yes, I agree with that," Harry replied nodding. "Besides that though, I wouldn't have seen my parents if it was showing me the future, but I also wonder why you got so caught up in it, Ron?"
"I dunno." Ron admitted. "It was just - cool, I guess." He finished lamely. "I suppose that's why it was put in here. A person could waste away in front of that thing is they weren't careful. Why don't you try it now, Hermione? Maybe whatever you see will help us figure it out."
Harry frowned at Ron's assumption though. If the mirror drew you in by showing you things you wanted… then why hadn't Harry felt any inclination to stay and stare at it?
< For that matter,> he wondered, < why was I SCARED of it…?>
"Alright." Hermione said, interrupting Harry's thoughts and sounding a little nervous. "Here goes."
"Don't worry, I'll pull you away from it if you get too caught up in it like Ron was." Harry told Hermione as she braced herself for whatever the mirror might show her.
She smiled at him gratefully as he and Ron stepped away from her leaving her alone in front of the mirror.
*Hermione's POV*
< Alright, I can do this,> Hermione thought, < I just have to make sure to remember that it's just a mirror, and Ron and Harry will pull me away if I DO get lost in it.>
With that in mind she let herself look into the mirror and as she did the reflection in the mirror shimmered then showed what looked like the Hogwarts grounds in the summer. Far back in the image, too far to be properly seen, were dozens of different creatures of all shapes, sizes and species and they all looked as though they were celebrating something or other. Closer to the surface of the mirror Hermione could make out most of the Hogwarts staff with Professor McGonagall at the front, all smiling in her direction and holding out scrolls that looked like diplomas. Still closer to the surface were her parents, their smiles were full of perfect white teeth.
< Okay,> Hermione shook herself, trying to surpress the grin that was threatening to break out, < I've got to remember that this is just a trick, an illusion… no matter HOW nice it seems.>
Shaking herself and forcing herself to remember what she was supposed to be doing in the first place she examined the mirror image again, looking for any clues as to what it's purpose might be.
Near the surface of the mirror was her own reflection along with that of Ron and Harry.
Ron was flying back and forth around the other two riding a very shiny, and apparently very fast, broom. His robes sported the Gryffindor colours and his eyes seemed to shine in the spotlight that appeared to be focussed solely on him.
"Right, so why would the mirror show Ron like that?" she wondered out loud.
"Like what?" Hermione heard Ron ask.
"Quiet! I'm trying to figure this out." She hissed back at him without looking away.
< I don't know if those robes mean that he's the Quidditch Captain, but if they do, then he looks pretty much like he said he did when HE looked into the mirror.> Hermione could tell that the answer was hiding somewhere in the back of her brain and it was frustrating that she just couldn't quite pin it down. < Obviously anything that we see in the mirror is taken from our own minds, but - WHY?! Arrgh!>
She sighed and decided to look at Harry next.
The very first thing that she noted about Harry was his eyes. Usually they were hidden behind those mirrored glasses of his. < How does he see with those things when it gets dark any way?>
In the mirror Harry's usual glasses were gone and he was wearing gold-rimmed spectacles. His eyes fairly shone through the clear lenses and they seemed to have deepened to a rich emerald green. Dragging her attention away from his eyes she looked at the rest of him. He didn't look NEARLY as skinny as he was in reality, though he certainly didn't look anything like a bodybuilder. He was dressed in loose casual clothes that looked black, but every so often a bolt of lightning flashed across them as he moved. His movements held a sort of fluid grace that made he look both relaxed and on the brink of sudden action at the same time.
What drew Hermione's attention most though was his face. There was something very different about it that made her smile softly. After a moment Hermione realised that it was the fact that Harry was grinning, which had caught her attention because it was something that `real Harry' did only rarely.
Hermione finished her examination of Harry and could tell that she was a little closer to pinning down the answer that was fluttering around in her head as she turned her attention finally to her own image.
What she saw surprised her more than any of the other images. Her reflection looked… NORMAL…
She frowned and took a longer look. She didn't look EXACTLY like her reflection, but there were no drastic differences. `Mirror Hermione' looked a little bit older, but she was still wearing the same Gryffindor school robes that she was now. Her reflection was reading a big blue book, nothing unusual there, with a title she couldn't quite make out (something to do with material magics maybe) as she leaned against Harry's shoulder. Every once in a while she would look up at Ron, smile and wave, then turn to Harry and share a laugh over their friend's antics.
Then something clicked in her head and she turned slowly away from the mirror mulling it over.
*Third Person POV*
Hermione's expression turned suddenly suspicious and she turned slowly towards her friends.
"Ron, how did your reflection look like it was feeling?" she asked.
Ron turned to Harry with a puzzled look, but Harry only shrugged.
"Well, happy I guess," Ron answered with confusion. "Why?"
Hermione waved off his question and turned to Harry. "And yours?"
He thought about it for a moment. For some reason what he'd seen had upset him, but his reflection had looked cheerful enough. "The same I suppose." He answered with a frown. "What have you figured out?"
Hermione gave no indication that she'd heard him as she turned again to look at the mirror, though this time she seemed to be squinting at the frame, rather than her reflection.
"Hello? Helllooooooo!" Ron shouted, dancing around and waving his arms.
The two boys shared amused looks. They were used to it by now. Sometimes when Hermione really got into a question nothing else seemed to exist in her world but her, the puzzle and its solution.
Ron and Harry prepared to wait until Hermione either figured the mirror out or decided that they needed to go to the library and were about to sit down and get comfortable when Hermione's eyes flashed and she yelled out in delight.
"THAT'S IT!"
"Gyaa!" Ron cried and jumped up off of the desk he'd just sat on. "Sheesh, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"
"Sorry." She said, not sounding it. "But do you want to know what the mirror does or not?"
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AN- *wrings hands nervously*Okay, now before anyone does anything rash I'd like to offer and explanation and apology.
First of all, I'd like to acknowledge the fact that this chapter is ridiculously overdue and I am sorry for any worry that I may have caused over whether or not I was going to continue with the story or not. Let me assure you, I have said that I would not stop writing until I was finished and I meant it. I have NEVER, in all my memory or anyone else's, broken my word and I don't intend to start now. I said I'd finish this and come Hell or high water or both I damn well WILL!
I've never been very good at excuses and such so I'll just give you a run down of the events that led up to the `slightly delayed update'. First, when I had about 2/3s of this chapter done, I was forced to format my hard drive (Setback = 1.5). While I was reinstalling EVERYTHING onto the computer I started using another one to start on the story again… that file was deleted by a family member who, I assure you, suffered dearly for their mistake (Setback = 1 + increasing frustration). Dismayed by these events I didn't bother trying to start again until I had my own computer working again. By this time it had already been a couple months since the last update. It was around Christmas that I was finally able to start writing again and you know how distracting that time of year is (especially when you have to deal with MY family… scarey…) (Setback = 2). After the hols I planned to get back at it, but had trouble due to the fact that it had been so long since I'd done any work on it, or even had much chance to read anything at all (Setback = 1)! Then to make matters even better my grandfather passed away (Setback = 0.5) while at the same time I had to start working at my co-op placement in PNGS which takes a LOT of getting used to with all of their security and the long hours didn't leave me much in the way of free time (Setback = 1). Aside from these major things there were the usual small setbacks in between (Setback = 1).
So on a setback scale from one to ten (One being regular updates, 5 being on hiatus, and ten being abandoned), I had a rating of about 8. Of course I'll never let that rating reach ten, but I hope you can understand a little bit of why it took me soooooo long!
Now I want to say that I am very sorry that I wasn't able to bring this chapter to you sooner, and while I can't promise that nothing like this will happen again, I can at least promise that if something like it happens again I will be sure to let everyone know what is going on with the story.
Anywho, since I've got that out of the way I want to thank everyone. When I was actually able to check things out, I received a lot of e-mails, reviews and messages from people asking about the story, complimenting, complaining, and even threatening me! I don't think that any of you will realize just how amazing it was to hear from so many different people. It actually made me grin, reading everything that all of you had to say. Thanks.
Special thanks go to Bryan for being a very understanding and encouraging beta reader for me (not to mention helpful), to people who threatened annoyance (eg. Anon [whomever you are]), to JennLeigh821 for caring about random people and Mary and Leigh for making me so embarrassed by the lack of updating (unintentionally on their part) that I started working on the story while at my co-op placement which gave me that little extra bit of time that I needed to finish this.
H/H FOREVER!
Bye!
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