Unofficial Portkey Archive

AN: Oh goodness, thank you Luni for pointing out that they were leaving at FIVE AM in the previous chapter. I changed it to SIX because I thought it was more logical and fitting with this chapter. You'll kind of see why. Also, I think I just lead everyone off to the wrong path. Penny is just one oblivious, sleepwalking/sleeptalking muggle teen. The hint I was hinting at was something to do with Hermione. Anyhoo, don't kill me guys! This chapter may make some of your throw tomatoes or something, but remember, this IS H/Hr! Never doubt that. This fic supports the ships that Portkey supports even though at the present moment, my story may seem anything but that. Don't worry, things will jumble around eventually and fit back in place.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters belong to JKR

Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear
Of silent nights
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light

--Imaginary, Evanescence


It was nostalgic, feeling the familiar dizziness and never ending spiraling fall that one could only experience by travels through the Floo Network. Not even a Muggle roller coaster could compare to the feeling of stomach rising to throat as a simple trip through the fireplace. Yet all too soon, just as I was actually enjoying and reflecting on pass ventures through this network, I found myself in a heap of ashes while merry din rung gently and welcomingly into my ears.

"Ah, you must be Ginny's friend!"

"Up you get now," I felt an arm hoist me up on my own two feet.

"So all the way from North America?"

"Welcome to the WWW--"

"And I'm Fred--"

"And George!"

"We're Ginny's brothers."

I was sure that I had fallen back into the fireplace with all the noise making me light-headed and woozy. It was awfully stuffy and warm, my eyes still adjusting to the multi-coloured lights flashing now and then in the store. All I could see was red hair- and more red hair. Where was I again? I stumbled back slightly, almost tripping over my suitcase that had landed beside me, also covered in a nice coating of ash. Someone steadied me. Somehow, I couldn't bring myself to really see everything around me.

"Give her some space," the voice of Ginny rose over the sea of red. "You're all suffocating her and you might as well just scare her off and she'll never want to come back!" Her frustrated and annoyed tone reminded me very much of Molly Weasley scolding her children, and then it suddenly dawned on me that I was here. In Diagon Alley. In some flashy coloured store, surrounded by red-headed people.

I was back.

Ginny was suddenly in front of me and I dared myself to look up and leave the spot on the ground I had been staring at. I knew my eyes were wide and I couldn't really blink. "Are we here?" I asked numbly.

Ginny simply nodded and took my hand, leading me away from the fireplace. I instinctively grabbed for my suitcase before we left the suffocating crowd and I found myself looking over my shoulder to see the curious expressions on Fred and George Weasley's face. A group of young children were swarming around their feet, and it was then that I noticed some of them didn't sport red as their hair colour.

"This is the WWW, Fred and George's joke shop," Ginny explained. "Remember how they kept on going on and on about it? Well, this is it," and I could hear a hint of pride in her voice. I smiled feebly and took in my surroundings of weird and random objects, an occasional object zooming above and just barely grazing the top of my head. Odd noises were emitting from different directions and I found myself very much lost.

"Want to try a Cushion Chew?" Fred had suddenly popped up again in his flashy neon blue robes, his hand outstretched with a bunch of oval shaped candy looking objects in a selection of colours. Ginny happily took a turquoise one from his palm and popped it into her mouth. She nodded her hands towards the pile, "It's safe! They aren't like Canary Creams or something- no physical side effects," she reassured and I slowly took a violet one and hesitantly placed it in my mouth.

The Cushion Chew, or whatever it was, tasted oddly like rubber. I made a face. "What is this? Rubber gum?"

"Rubber gum?" Fred looked aghast. "Of course not! Look at Ginny."

Ginny was in the middle of blowing a bubble, yet just as I thought the bubble would pop right in front of her face, the thing popped out of her mouth and glided gently onto the floor as a nice, transparent turquoise cushion seat. The redhead then proceeded by hopping onto the seat, and surprisingly the whole thing didn't collapse on her due to her weight. Surprised, I followed the demonstration and was soon seated next to Ginny on a transparent violet cushion.

"Five sickles for fifteen!" Fred added and pranced off again to attack other unknowing customers.

I sank further into my candy-made cushion, poking it absentmindedly. I realized how many people were in here, mostly young witches and wizards who were thoroughly enjoying themselves with the many strange trinkets in the store. I took a deep breath and collected myself. This was not a dream. This was too real to be a dream. I was lost in realization until I heard Ginny getting up from her cushion to greet somebody.

I looked up and paled.

Ron. Still as Ron as ever, with his hand intertwined with Luna's. Luna. I didn't understand the overwhelming wave of emotion I was feeling. What was this feeling anyway? I had to look away before I erupted with this sense of sadness, but I couldn't. I couldn't look away from Ron's moving mouth, saying something to Ginny about chicken legs and Luna looking as dazed as ever, dirty blonde hair in a high ponytail.

"Oooh, are you half Veela by any chance? Or maybe three quarters?"

I blinked back my shock when Luna's face was suddenly right in front of mine, her protuberant eyes shining with interest. She had let go of Ron's hand and was peering at me curiously. I managed to stutter back a reply, "No-no, I just have...really blonde hair," I finished awkwardly, incautiously running a few fingers through the said hair.

"Oh! Right, this is Hope," Ginny introduced and glanced at me with an unreadable expression.

I sucked in a breath and stood up from my cushion, feeling it pop beneath me. "Hi, I'm Hope," I greeted stiffly, mentally hitting myself. Of course I was Hope! Ginny just said so! I frowned inwardly and stuck out a hand, plastering a strained smile on my face.

Ron grinned and shook my hand quite energetically. "I'm Ron. Ginny's brother."

"I can tell," I said as normally as I could, searching his eyes for any sign of recognization but his eyes were oblivious to who was really standing before him.

He laughed and nodded, "And this is Luna, my wife."

Wife? The word rang in my head but I found myself smiling even wider and shaking Luna's hand. How many things had I missed out during my absence? Ron's wedding? The opening of WWW? What else? These thoughts flew around my head, but all the while I knew I shouldn't care. I had chose to leave. I wasn't welcomed to share these happy moments with these people around me. I was an outsider. And the realization suddenly hit hard somewhere near my chest.

Before I knew it, I was being pulled along by Ginny, followed by Ron and Luna. Somewhere along the process of being pulled, we were suddenly outside and the warm summer's sun was reflecting off the many glass windows of numerous stores. Diagon Alley. So many memories. So many familiar places. I swallowed, my dry throat feeling sandy. Ginny led us into the Leaky Cauldron and we sat ourselves at a table in the corner.

"Sprained a wrist," Ron's voice drifted to my ears. I was trying to listen, but my mind kept wandering. My eyes kept darting here and there, trying to familiarize myself with everything once again. But I knew somewhere in my mind, I was scared. Scared that someone was going to jump up from their seat and point an accusing finger at me and scream, "YOU!".

"Say, what day is it today?" Luna's dreamy voice suddenly lulled into my ears and I shifted my gaze back towards the three around me.

"June...twenty-first I think," Ginny replied thoughtfully.

Luna nodded slowly, a odd glimmer in her eyes as she continued, "June twenty-first, the day she left us four years ago."

The table fell silent. I knew I wasn't suppose to understand what they were saying, yet I could guess, and I didn't like my guess. I looked away uncomfortably as the silence grew as suffocating as all those people surrounding me back at Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes. Luna had ordered breakfast and was currently prodding her bacon and eggs. She didn't seem the least bit disturbed by her revelation, then again, she was Luna.

"Four years..." Ron echoed and the happy expression on his face fell. "Wonder what happened to her."

Ginny was taking sudden interest at the fork placed before her, admiring its silver gleam. I simply felt like digging myself a hole and never come out of it again if my life depended on it. In fact, I wouldn't mind another ride on a Hippogriff if only to get out of the awkward position I was in at the moment.

"You know, the next issue of The Quibbler has an article on her," Luna pointed out ever so helpfully to my already screaming head. "Well, not solely on her. You know, the whole Bellatrix Lestrange and Hermione Granger issue? I think the article goes something along the lines of them being the same person! Isn't that neat?"

Something snapped. "That's dragon dung," I spat, all three heads turning to me wide-eyed. "So how does that explain Bellatrix and Hermione in the Department of Mysteries together at the same time?"

More stares. Ron's mouth was half-open before he managed to ask in astonishment, "How the bloody hell did you know that?"

I paled at my own words. Great, Hermione! Blowing your cover already! I bit my lip, trying my best not to be flustered and lose all sense of control. "I read," I stated steadily. "Books, you know, pages and words bound together? Yeah, books on Harry Potter and his shocking life adventures! If I do recall correctly, the whole Department of Mysteries ordeal happened in his...um sixth year I think?" I lied ever so smoothly. I thought I deserved a pat on the back.

"Fifth," Luna corrected. "Was I mentioned in the book? I was there, you know."

"Oh yes, I think you were! And you too," I turned to Ron. "Something about being attacked by squids."

"Brains," Ron muttered, shuddering at the memory.

Ginny coughed loudly just as Luna was about to ask more questions on this book revolving around Harry's adventures. "You know, I hear they have really good cheesecake here," Ginny piped up in a much too cheerful voice. "But of course, cheesecake in the morning is rather filling, isn't it?"

"No way! Never too filling," Ron insisted and waved over the waitress.

"So where did you study?" Luna asked expectantly as the topic of Bellatrix and I went out the window- thankfully. Yet with Luna's curious looks and eyes filled with interest, I felt like I was being interrogated. I stuttered and couldn't seem to keep my gaze on one spot or person.

"I-I went to--"

"She went to Salem's," Ginny answered for me. I let out a breath and silently thanked her. I hadn't prepared myself with a whole new biography and my usually calm and collected mind was nowhere near collected due to my surroundings and the emotions I was experiencing. Oh, if only everything was as easy as reading words off of a book and memorizing spells.

"Ah, yes, American witch," Luna stated brightly as Ron's cheesecake arrived. "So tell me, Hope, have you seen the Ogopogo? If I remember correctly, it inhabits some body of water in North America," she finished smartly and smiled at me. "Does it really look like a large scaly serpent? I wonder if it's related to Nessie--'

"Who's Nessie?" Ron asked with not the slight bit of interest in his voice for he was fervently attacking his cake with a fork, though he looked like he wanted to drop the darn cutlery and use his bare hands any second.

"Oh Ronald, this is the tenth time I've told you! The Loch Ness monster! Nessie!" Luna declared with such passion that several heads turned towards our direction. Strangely, I didn't mind the topic we were discussing as it was much better than chitchatting about Lestrange and myself. "Anyway, don't mind him," Luna added absentmindedly. "He thinks they don't exist," she lowered her voice as if it were the deepest sin to not believe in fifty feet long sea creatures.

"Oh, well, yes! Ogopogo is it? Yes, I've heard many stories about him, or her," I added hastily. "Lots of magical friends that love visiting him, but I've personally never seen this fascinating creature before," I blabbered on and was amazed by my own brains.

Or lack, thereof.

But I was pumped up and determined not to let our topic wander back to dangerous grounds and so Luna and I had a nice long thirty-minute conversation on mythical sea creatures that I didn't know anything about. I was a believer of more logical things. I was a thinker. And Luna was a dreamer. Hence, our conversation was a jumble of garbage that made no sense to Ginny nor Ron (not that he minded since he was very much occupied).

I nodded for the umpteenth time while Luna went on about sugar pixies and how dangerous they were until someone's presence interrupted, much to my delight.

"Oh look, happy little gathering here."

This voice was all too familiar. The haughty, cold, sneering face of Draco Malfoy gloated down upon me as he stood proudly before us in sleek, clean robes of black clasped together by a shiny silver pendant molded in the shape of a serpent. He looked quite like the Malfoy in my memories, though his hair was longer and didn't glisten like a bucket of oil had been dumped upon his blonde head.

I glanced towards the others at the table, wondering if they would jump up and start shooting insults at Malfoy. Yet surprisingly, Ginny rolled her eyes and conjured up a spare seat for our former Slytherin enemy.

"We were talking about sugar pixies," Luna explained helpfully.

Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked, turning to Ron, "Your wife didn't take her medicine today, huh?"

"Sod off, Malfoy," Ron grunted and swallowed forcefully, sending an icy glare towards the gray-eyed young man.

At least some things didn't change, I thought sullenly as the group engaged in conversation that I did not fully understand once again. My thoughts wandered, and I really knew things had changed. Malfoy and the Weasleys, sitting at the same table, talking about the daughter of someone's friend's sister. I sighed and wondered why I was sitting here, doing nothing. Wasn't I here to fix things? I wasn't being very productive was I?

"Hey, you, I asked you who you were."

Malfoy was peering at me with suspicious eyes while Ginny jabbed him in the shoulder with irritation. "Don't be so rude!"

"Hope, Ginny's overseas friend," I chanted automatically and decided that I could get use to this whole new biography thing. Maybe I could think up some long dead siblings and pet cats, just to make my life seem more colourful. "I've got a pet cat," I mumbled dully and flushed when I realized I had said it aloud.

"Cats!" Ron hissed. "They're just as bad as spiders! Well, not that bad, but bad! I remembered when Scabbers was helplessly attacked by Crook-" he instantly shut up and silence fell like a cloak around us until I bravely decided to break the spell.

"Cats are nice creatures," I stated as calmly as I could, shaking my head mentally and knowing that old habits really were hard to get rid of- one being bickering with Ron.

"Nice!" Ron stared at me incredulously. "Them and coughing up fur balls all over the place..."

"Well you wouldn't know what it feels like to get one stuck would you?" I snapped.

Ginny frowned and made a move to stand up. "Well, we've been here long enough, haven't we? Hope," she looked at me purposefully, "you'll be coming to my place won't you?" It seemed more like a statement then a question but I nodded nonetheless. She smiled and bade goodbye to the rest, me echoing along (embarrassed by my sudden outburst) until we were stopped by Malfoy. I fumed inwardly. I was longing to get out of the tension filled room.

"Ginny," he called out, and I had to stare in awe. Ginny. First name and all. I had definitely missed something. "Potter says there's no meeting tonight. Guess it has something to do with the fact that he's in New York, that idiot."

I could feel Ginny tense up beside me, though I did not know why. "Yeah, okay," she mumbled stiffly and led the way out of the Leaky Cauldron.

"Since when was Malfoy all buddy buddy with everyone?" I asked with curiousity.

"Since...since you left I guess," Ginny answered listlessly and sighed with a distant expression on her face. I looked at her questioningly, but she seemed too preoccupied with her thoughts. I shifted my gaze to stare at the familiar stores, a sudden feeling of peace calming my nervous and squelching stomach.

"Oh! Right, I have a meeting to go to soon, so I won't be able to bring you home physically," Ginny's sudden voice caused me to jump slightly as she handed me what looked like a rubber ball. "This Portkey activates at noon and it'll take you directly back to my home. I think I've clean things up and if it's still a bit messy, bare with me," she looked around her as if it were a crime to hand me a rubber ball. "Your room is the one at the end of the main hallway upstairs, it's real easy to find." She rocked on the balls of her feet and I had an odd sort of feeling that she was flustered.

"Is everything okay?" I dared to ask.

She nodded a bit too enthusiastically. "Well! Just excited that you're really back you know? Oh, and don't wait up for me. I expect I'll be somewhat late."

Before I could ask her what meeting she was attending, as it obviously wasn't an Order meeting, she had disappeared with a gentle crack. I glanced at the spot where Ginny had been standing just moments ago and then down at the blue rubber ball grasped in my palm. I shrugged slightly and took a good look at my surroundings.

The many witches and wizards swarming about in an assortment of coloured robes and pointed hats finally sank in.

"Hello missy, would you like some Sneezewort?"

I smiled at the witch holding out a large green bag and shook my head. It was real; I was home.

The sun had set long ago, and I was pacing in the guestroom of Ginny's home at eleven thirty with nothing to do but worry, wonder, worry, and worry a bit more. Now that I was here, I did not know what to do. Where was I to start in the whole mess of things? It was like a ball of tangled yarn and I couldn't find the beginning of it, and it frustrated me beyond belief that I could not think of any sort of plan or go to the library and pluck out a "How to Fix Your Deranged Life" book. And the sense of being alone made it seem all the more confusing.

Ginny still wasn't back. I wondered where she had fled off to. It was a mighty long meeting that she was at, as it was almost past twelve hours of her absence. I had unpacked all my things and even decided to arrange all the bookshelves in the house in alphabetical order. What could I do? I had nothing better to do. I had no inspiration to do anything more productive and nothing was enlightening me on what to do about my life at the present moment.

I groaned and jumped onto my new bed, taking in the scent of laundry and the smell of spring flowers. Ginny had really outdone herself with my room, filling three bookshelves full of books, some my favourite tales from long ago while some were unknown titles that I was longing to read. The simple thought of just sitting down to read was giving me a sort of warm feeling in the pit of stomach. Then my thoughts ran again.

I needed a job, didn't I? I had to support myself here too. I couldn't just lay around on bed all day, wasting away and waiting for that enlightening moment where I would jump up and know what to do with this life. I sat up again, determined to not warm the bed sheets and walked purposefully out of the room and down the stairs.

I still had to marvel at how large Ginny's home was. And by the looks of things, she was living alone.

The vast space and emptiness made me shiver, and I suddenly missed Penny's shrieking and blaring music. Penny. Maybe I could write a letter to her now. I stood in wonder at the bottom of the stairs, realizing I hadn't brought any writing utensils with me except for an old quill- and I didn't have parchment either. I raised an eyebrow at my own organization and decided that the den would be a nice place to look for such needed things.

Of course, it took me another five minutes to locate the den, and when I did, I could tell that Ginny rarely set foot in here as the room still smelled strongly of pine or oak- some sort of wood. The floorboards creaked under my weight and I hesitantly went towards the mahogany desk. A couple pieces of scrap parchment with numbers and names, a few gum wrappers, pumpkin pie crumbs, and a dieing plant met my gaze. I bit my lip and flipped under a stack of old Witch Weekly magazines until something caught my eye at the very bottom of the pile.

At first glance, I had to look again. And at first thought, I thought this person was dead.

To Mrs. Potter.

My breath caught and I looked underneath the envelope.

Dear Mrs. Potter. We cordially invite you go the annual festival of lights....

Mrs. Potter, we are mailing to remind you that your subscription to The Quibbler is about to expire....

A couple random pages from newspapers, namely the Daily Prophet, was underneath the stack of mail addressed to a Mrs Potter. My heart was racing, my fingers acting on instinct as they held up one loose page from the Daily Prophet dated four years back. A picture of Harry looking rather glum and moody blinked back at me as he paced back and forth, not wanting to meet the reader's eye.

JG: How are you dealing with the lost of your guardian, Remus Lupin?
HP: I'm coping. I have friends that I treat as family that are helping me. It has hit me hard, and sometimes, I wonder why I never noticed anything.

And this encloses our latest interview with the-boy-who-lived, which has just recently been struck with tragedy once again...

I tore my gaze away from the article, willing myself not to rip the damn piece of paper into a trillion pieces. They tend to be the ones that will hurt you in the end, a nagging voice echoed and jeered. I laughed with disbelief. And he was one to say this? 10,000 galleons...Such a careless way of saying it, as if it were the price of an expensive broomstick or something as unimportant. Something inside of me flared furiously.

How dare he. And suddenly I couldn't help but throw the article on the wooden floor and stomp on it forcefully, the tinkling of the shaking chandelier in the living room next door drifting to my ears. I didn't care if the whole goddamn thing fell and crashed onto the floor. I was mad. I was frustrated. And I felt childish.

I stopped myself, and bent down with shaking hands to pick up this innocent piece of paper. It was wrinkled now, but the picture Harry didn't seem to have noticed the sudden damage inflicted upon his black and white surrounding. I tucked it underneath the Mrs. Potter letters and dared myself to take a quick glimpse at another article. This one dated two years back and once again, he was on the front page...

The Famous Boy Wizard, Harry Potter, Married!

And the rumours were true! The lucky and proud bride is Ginevra Weasley, younger sister of Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter's childhood best friend. When asked about her feelings towards the wedding, Mrs. Potter beams and replies, "I think it all started with a Basilisk." This we all know refers to the incident a few years back at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardy, when the rumoured Chamber of Secrets was opened...

Somehow, I had found myself sitting on the ground, quite dazed by the sudden turn of events. I suddenly felt like I was evading someone's privacy, reading someone else's mail...but this was the Daily Prophet. Everybody read the Daily Prophet . But why did I feel like I wasn't suppose to know what everyone else was allowed to know? Why did I feel like I was suppose to be kept in the dark while everyone around me knew that Ginny Weasley was not only that, but Ginny Weasley Potter ? The name had a nice ring to it, I admitted while mechanically tucking away the Daily Prophet. But I felt something twisting my innards. Ginny, his wife. Maybe it would have been easier to accept it if had been Cho Chang or anybody. But Ginny? And she hadn't said a word. But of course, I should have known by now that people around me were excellent liars.

I hadn't bothered to finish reading the article, but I could basically guess the contents of happy marriage and more hatred aimed towards the very wickedly evil me. An image of myself in a traditional black pointy witch hat and a bubbling cauldron flashed through my mind and I had a sudden urge to cackle. Just to add to the image. But I refrained from being a complete nutcase and pulled myself up from my position on the ground just as the doorbell chimed loudly in the awfully silent house.

Did Ginny forget her keys? She could always apparate, but then again there were probably some sort of anti-apparating charms over her home. After all, she was the great Harry Potter's wife and was most likely targeted if any dark witches and wizards were about. I rolled my eyes and wondered who would be visiting, or if Ginny really did forget her keys. And it was midnight no less.

Running a hand quickly through my long mane of hair for no reason whatsoever, I finally found myself grasping the silver knob and unlocking the front door. And who would have guessed! The person I was least wanting to see at the moment had decided to pop by looking grumpy and disheveled- and I nearly had a heart attack.

"Gin?"

I stared, not moving from my position in front of the door which meant I was not allowing him to enter. "She's not home at the moment. Do you want to leave a message?" I smacked myself mentally. We weren't having a phone call for goodness sakes.

Harry Potter stumbled a bit, almost knocking into me if I hadn't reacted fast enough to step back. He grasped the doorframe with one hand and leaned all his weight towards it. My anger that had erupted minutes ago seemed to flare at seeing the source of my madness right in front of me, his gaze not focused and his hair messier then usual. I hated how he seemed to look so goddamn perfect when everything else in the world was so tattered and flawed. I hated all his past promises and words. I hated myself for believing anything he ever said to me.

"Gin," he repeated and it took all my willpower not to shove him right out the door and into the chilly night air. I shivered just as a breeze blew in, carrying the scent of violets and magnolias from the front garden.

"Look, she's not home," I replied, looking anywhere but in his direction, trying to keep my emotions in check.

"Hermione."

My eyes instantly shot back towards him, and he stumbled again and I made an odd sort of shrieking noise as his hands landed firmly on my shoulders, holding me in place as his glazed eyes finally landed on my face. His touch was like fire melting ice, my heart racing with fright and frustration, my mind screaming for me to do something. What could I do? Should I kick him? Should I scream for help?

But this was...Harry. I shook my head fervently, ridding myself of stupid thoughts. "Potter. Let. Go. Of. Me," I managed to stutter as I sent him a glare that could kill. He was not about to talk bad about me and then touch me like nothing was wrong. I felt sick. I took in a breath, and it was then that the smell of alcohol wafted to my nose, noticeably drifting from him.

"Oh great," I sighed in exasperation as he made no attempt to remove his hands. "You're drunk," stating this out loud made me realize what a horrible situation I was in; here in the same house, alone, with a person that hated me and that I hated too. And he just had to be drunk.

This was definitely an exciting first night back, wasn't it?

"Her-my-oh-knee," he called out slowly, his voice slurred and his left hand left my shoulder to touch my hair. I shook, and it was then that I realized by hair was frizzy again. I mentally cursed. Six hours were almost up and the potion was wearing off. Hopefully he was drunk enough not to notice that I was slowly morphing into his worst nightmare.

When his right hand left my other shoulder, I took this chance to step back, and this time, I made sure I was far, far, away from reach.

"You shouldn't be here," I said very slowly, and pointed firmly towards the open front door.

"Gin?" He mumbled and walked off. Further into the house.

I groaned. What on earth was I going to do?

AN: Am I evil for leaving you guys here? Oh right, and you must be wondering why Harry's all of a sudden back in London. Well, he's a wizard, what can I say? He can fly, he can poof and appear, he can go ride a Thestral and get back for all we care. He'll mention something about leaving New York in the next chapter if you're wondering. Hum, anyway, a few new facts and complications in this chapter. Woo, this is one big mess isn't it? Aren't we all getting dizzy? Hehe, welpz stick with me and I'll try to update quickly, well, as quickly as a school filled life will allow. Thanks so much for the support, it keeps me working at this fic =P