Sorry about the long wait. Anybody who writes their own fanfiction will know by now that hasn't been working for a couple days. I wrote this two days ago but was only able to post it today. o.o Solrry.

(Just a hint: at this point in time I'll be using 'Tom' to refer to Lord Voldemort when writing from Harry's point of view. But not from others. Lord Voldemort himself doesn't call himself Tom, so it may be awhile before his chapters use Tom. Deciding on how to name him is difficult, when he's changing so drastically.)

(Someone also asked about turkeys, and it is true, only domesticated Turkeys are located in England and raised on farms, not in wild. So I'm going to just say pheasants and deer instead of turkey and be done with is. As Snape and Voldemort said, they don't have factory farms sort of food production and only raise a few domestic animals, preferring to hunt instead. More pro-muggle places like Hogwarts might shop from muggle sources for things like sausage links and meat. But I like to think Madam Sprout was raising vegetables in the school Greenhouses for the students to eat.)

Anyways, onto the story!

Harry slid into the tent and into his room, noting the emptiness of the tent with a touchy feeling of fear. He examined his trunk for a moment before opening it.

He was on edge. Nervous. He had been fine while he was with Snape, but now that he was alone strange feelings of fear were filling him. Overwhelming him. He sat down on his haunches and started going through his trunk. He had a few things he needed to do. First he had to get Hedwig back, which would mean either leaving the camp temporarily to go search for her (She was probably in her cage at Grimmauld Place. Or maybe at the Weasley's,) or trying to summon her with some sort of spell, which probably would not work.

He had another thing he wanted to do outside of camp. Talk to his friends. But before he did anything of this, he would read that 'Introduction to the International Federation of Dark Wizards' guide book that the Malfoy's had given him.

He sat back on his haunches, rifling through the booklet with dismay. Nothing here about the constitution that the Federation had slowly been drafting up over the years to govern Dark Wizards once the Federation was in control of their various regions. In some places, like China, that was soon going to be a reality. In other places, like the United States, there were dark wizards hunts going on. At least that was according to the booklet.

This doesn't help me, Harry thought miserably. And I still feel uneasy. Why?

A shuffle at the tent alerted him finally to the return of Tom, and Harry ran out of his room immediately to go straight over to the man to admonish him.

"You left the camp and risked your life to get contact lenses!"

"Pardon?" the man said, lifting his glasses free face to look at Harry.

Tom's expression was one that was slightly annoyed, but highly amused, rather impish in fact. He was now reminding Harry severely of Diary!Tom with his flippy hair and roguishly handsome face.

"You went to get contact lenses, but you didn't tell me it would be dangerous!" Harry said, and couldn't believe he was lecturing Tom Riddle! "There's a lock-down on the camp, and you risked your life!"

"No Harry," said Tom with a chuckle, reaching out to put his hands on Harry's shoulders. "I had other errands I was able to run at the same time. My prescription, as it turns out, is quite common among muggles so I was easily able to take a side trip to get some. But," he paused. "Not sure I'm comfortable with these in, they make my eyes weep. I might use the reading glasses I bought instead. Severus can fix the prescription of them for me. He's good with that."

Harry finally noticed that there were a large number of parcels and packages on the floor around him that Tom had levitated into the tent. Now he felt slightly annoyed that he had been so concerned over the man's welfare.

"So?" said Harry. "What was so important then, that you would risk your life for it?"

"Oh, just a few things," said Tom, sorting through his boxes and parcels and ignoring Harry now completely. "I also found something of yours I thought you might want back."

Harry jerked his head up to where Tom was pointing. The dome shaped piece of luggage was suddenly so instantly familiar to him that he didn't need to ask what it was. He strode across the room and pulled the brown protective covering from the elegant cage, and a flurry of white flying feathers and cheerful hoots filled the air.

"Hedwig!"

Harry opened the cage immediately and she flew right onto his arm, nipping affectionately at his face as he buried his crying face into her snowy white feathers.

"How did you ever find her?" Harry asked, turning to look at Tom, who was now opening a box of what looked to be potions ingredients. "And why?"

"She was looking for you," Tom explained, not looking up. "An owl, though clever, is not exempt from needing to be in the Secret Keeper wards of the Revel. So it was only a matter of searching the forest around the Revel with a Point Me spell. She was only happy to come to my hand when I told her I would take her to you. And as to why," Tom still wasn't looking at Harry as he opened another box, containing strange magical instruments and devices. "I thought it would be obvious. I could feel your concern for your owl through our bond all morning long. Owls are necessary and expensive to replace, so it seemed to me that you were right in your concern. You'll need your owl and I wasn't about to buy you a new one when there was a perfectly good owl waiting for you. One perfectly charmed against all manner of Ministry machinations I'm sure. She just needs a Federation collar so they know not to evict her from the Revel..."

It must have been a great surprise to Tom, and to Hedgwig, when Harry rushed over to him and wrapped his arms around the man's neck to kiss his cheek.

"Thank you," said Harry, tears in his eyes. "This means so much to me."

Tom jerked uncomfortably, then smiled, still unused to such open shows of affection by anyone.

"I know Harry, I know."

About an hour later Lord Voldemort, with Harry in tow, approached Liang Wu's tent to present his signed and completed paperwork to the man. For some reason Snape was hanging around the man's tent. (No, Voldemort knew why Snape was at the wizard's tent, and he was quite amused by it.) Liang Wu quickly signed the papers, filed them, then granted Harry's request to a copy of the Federation Charter and Constitution.

"Why ever do you need those I wonder," said Lord Voldemort later that night, as he watched Harry methodically going over the papers in question.

"Why do you think?" said Harry, sounding slightly annoyed. "You gave me a taste of how the Federation works this morning when you let me read a bill. I want to have a part of the forming of this new constitution and Government that I've just signed my allegiance away to."

"I beg your pardon?" said Voldemort, highly surprised, and slightly alarmed.

What was his apprentice up to?

"What, did you think I would be like Ron Weasley or Gregory Goyle, just doing what others tell me to? I'm Harry Potter. I don't fight for something unless I can understand what I'm fighting for, and democratically change what I might not agree with if I can."

Voldemort sat for a moment stunned. He had expected that Harry might joint he Federation because he was tired of the way the Ministry worked. But he hadn't thought Harry would want to have anything to do with the politics of it. He just assumed Harry, like many other youths, would be mostly interested in being an Auror, or in the case of the Federation members, being a soldier. (Voldemort called his soldiers Death Eaters, but really they were just another form of the Federation's armed forces, serving under a particular leadership.) But he had never thought Harry would want to take part in the Federation Council himself.

Voldemort was surprised...and delighted.

"So you have grand things planned for the council," said Voldemort, crossing his legs and taking a sip of the Chai tea he had blended from the herbs and spices brought to their tent by the harvesters. "May I be included in your plans, so that I don't end up shocked, dismayed or offended by any changes you may want to put into the Constitution that I worked so hard to help create over the years?"

"Oh," said Harry, and he tellingly blushed. "Um, first I want to read this through, and make sure that what I want to do isn't already somehow blocked or permitted in the constitution. Before I go to all the trouble of trying to convince Hermione to join the Federation."

"What?"

Today was a day of surprises. What was Harry going on about?

"Hermione is a muggleborn," said Harry, looking up at Voldemort. "I want her to join the Federation. She loves magic, and learning, and I think she would be perfect as a teacher for the new school that Snape is making. But I know a lot of Dark Wizards look down upon muggleborns. I want to make sure its legal first, for her to even join the Federation, before trying to ask her."

"Why would you think there would be a legal challenge to it?" said Voldemort. "Just so you know, the word muggleborn is not used to denote a wizard anywhere in the constitution. Racial purity isn't looked on as favorably by Dark Wizards of other countries as it is in England."

Harry put down the constitution paperwork and sighed.

"Thats right, but I haven't met one young person here my age who is a muggleborn. And I might be the only half blood," Harry admitted, scratching his cheek. "And everyone knows it, and they aren't exactly hidden about their dislike of that, the ones who it bothers. Malfoy and Parkinson have been surprisingly nice, but not the others."

"Ah I see," said Voldemort, reaching to his cup for another sip. "You think there would be a challenge of allowing her not only to join the Federation, but to even be invited."

"More than that," said Harry. "I can imagine she would be allowed, but there would be nothing to protect her from the violence of others on the basis of the fact that she's of muggle heritage and wouldn't be considered a true witch. And doesn't the constitution allow for harming muggles in certain circumstances, such as self-defense?"

"Yes. Both constitutions have that actually," Voldemort sat up, feeling a headache coming on, but not from the mentioning of muggles, more having to do with the long day he'd had out 'shopping. "So I assume that the bill you want to draft is along the lines of 'Any person of wizarding skill may join the federation, regardless of parentage, and have all the rights and responsibilities as designated in the Charter?"

"Exactly, and I was going to add gender, race and religion to that, since I've seen very few female council members in positions of power," Harry's face sort of turned red. "And I noticed that there are other races here, such as werewolves. But I'm assuming people would take offense to House-Elves being put in the constitution?"

"They're already in it," said Voldemort, leaning back. "The Proclamation for legal possession of House Elves or other creatures of Magical heritage. Outlines many rules, such as no physical violence permitted against house servants and the elves rights to work or rest on days of holiday. Its a rather long thing, and every year somebody has a new something they want removed from it for their own convenience."

Harry nodded and Voldemort sipped his tea.

"And you would be surprised to note that magical beings have more rights in our constitution than in Ministry law. They can, and do, become members of the Federation. And I know of at least one werewolf on the council. Grayback never showed interest in membership for more than showing his support of our whole organization. He's no mind for politics or war games strategy. He's a brawler, pure and simple."

Harry seemed to be considering the stack of parchment in front of him. The neatly printed and bound volume seemed rather large to Voldemort's eyes, in comparison with the youth that wanted so desperately to understand it. There was a helplessness there that worried him, and he could understand why.

Asking a muggleborn to be a Federation member was something only he himself had done. He had never heard of anybody else doing it before, and the Federation hadn't been keen on the idea of him recruiting Lily. Grindelwald had refused her requests for him to recruit her twice!

But Voldemort chuckled. The idea of Hermione Granger, who had opposed him alongside Harry Potter, joining the Federation, amused him. He knew she would probably try to change the constitution in any way she could, and fight for the rights of all those tiny minorities that the Federation didn't care or concern themselves over.

In fact he knew she would have the guts to bring about the bills and demands that maybe even Harry Potter did not. Having her in the Federation would sweep the feet out from even his Death Eaters and point out the validity of all wizards and witches, no matter their birth, to the cause of promoting Dark Magic. If a Muggleborn practiced Dark Magic, then maybe the world wouldn't see it as evil?

But then his mind head with the small nagging fear that Harry's yearning need for Hermione Granger to join the Federation was all in vain, that she had been one of the ones to conspire against him and would refuse all advances. He didn't mention this to Harry however, the boy seemed so sure of himself.

"Well Harry, I would avoid worrying about the minor species and races for now, and just concentrate on getting your muggleborn friend into the Federation. And I will help you draft the bill, though I dare say I may lose followers over it. I can't say I'm that upset about it. The loyal ones will stay regardless."

Harry jerked up. Now it was clearly his turn to be surprised, and he beamed, a smile that was beautiful and light and sang to Voldemort's weary soul. The headache was gone and all that mattered now was that Harry was happy.

Happy enough to come over, kiss him on the forehead, and promise not to be any more of a bother after that. Voldemort longed to hold the boy, to caress him.

But fear of overstepping the invisible boundaries between them and starting something he could not control kept him at bay. It would be a fine thing indeed if Lord Voldemort, feared leader of the British Dark Wizards, fell in love.

But I fear it may already be too late.

"We are assembled today to discuss the matter of the infiltration of the Revelry and the attempts on Federation member Harry Potter's life. With the first month of the Revelry passed us and the harvest well underway, it is quite apparent that we will be staying here for some time. The question is this: how do we maintain Revel security, protect Mister Potter, and continue with the more mundane amusements of the Revelry, when the threat of the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic breaking into the Revelry is a daily risk?"

Liang Wu waited patiently in the silence after this missive. He looked around the assembled guests. Only the top Federation chair members were invited to this meeting. The only exception to this being the newest member of the Federation, Harry Potter, who looked ready to bust with impatience. He was here because all this had to do with him and most of the Federation chair members were of the mind that he was too new to be involved in anything so important. And Liang Wu fearfully felt that Harry Potter would not allow himself to be kept in this position of inferiority for long.

"We already know that the Ministry and the Order know our location. Our Secret Keeper spell is worthless now. We are relying on the secure warding and protections of Lord Voldemort

to keep the Ministry from bursting in here. But if the Ministry and Order combine their forces, they will break through the wards. Lucky for us they are currently bogged down in the evacuation of Doveton following that giant attack. But they'll be back onto us quickly enough. Any suggestions?"

"We could simply move the Revel," Severus Snape said thickly. "Its hard work, but once all the harvest is packed and stored its just a simple matter of moving the supplies to the new camp site. Each person in charge of their own tent. Most of us have had the privilege of experience in the matter of breaking camp so it would be a trifle. Some have house elves to help them with this."

"There are plenty of protected spots in the United States that the British Ministry would not think of attacking," piped up Claudius Prescott, one of the American Federation council members.

Council members were a little different than regular Federation members, as they had a bit more clout. If the majority of chair members voted for a bill, it was law, regardless of how the rest of the Federation wanted. They were voted into the council because their advice was well respected and sound. Severus Snape was on the council, as was himself, Gellert Grindelwald, and many other strong wizards. Lord Voldemort was the only wizard invited to join the council who had declined the honor, leaving his lieutenant to hold that seat instead.

But Claudius Prescott was a stand-in only. His tenure of duty would end as soon as the real American council member had healed from all his injuries relating to the attack on the food tent. Thus his suggestion of moving to the United States was completely ignored by all.

Still, his offer is valid, the United States, despite being in a conflict right now, does have vast expanses of magical lands that the Minstry has no record of, thought Wu as other countries shouted out their own offers to host the Revel. Severus Snape looked livid as hell. Can't blame him. He's worked so hard to get the Revel hosted in the United Kingdom this year. He's worked so hard with everything. He's really wonderful. I don't know why he rejected my marriage proposal.

But Wu had to keep his personal thoughts to the side, as the arguing had reached an almost violent tone. He raised his wand and silenced the room with a bang, like a gun shot from his wand tip, to get everybody's attention.

"We will keep the Revel in the United Kingdom," said Wu forcefully, as everyone silenced and looked at him. "Travelling across seas would require expensive portkey and floo expenses, lengthy preparation and all sorts of magical political maneuvers that we have no time for, no thanks to the restrictions the International Confederation of Wizards has put on travel. Within this border we can easily travel by apparition and broomstick unnoticed."

"Still the problem remains," Severus said thickly. "Of where. Where in the United Kingdom to go? I have been searching through all my proposed locations, and finding a wizard with large enough property and who is in the Dark Arts who would risk a Ministry search in order to host the Revel in their back yard is just...well to put it bluntly there's none left. Everyone who is even in the slightest suspicion of being a Dark Arts practitioner has had their lands seized by the Ministry. This land, whose owner shall remain undisclosed, is the last on the list."

A murmur of astonishment at this, and angry arguments about the Ministry raids of the more law abiding Dark Arts practitioners.

"But why does it have to be owned by wizards?" said Harry Potter suddenly, causing a bunch of people to turn in hushed amazement at him. "The Ministry has altered the memory of muggles in order to set up events on their property for years. The World Quidditch Cup finals, for example..."

"Its true," said Liang Wu, as protests went up. "The Ministry of Magic uses Muggle properties on temporary basis quite often, as they are more plentiful. They are easier to ward since no pre-existing wards and magic can hamper with the basic anti-muggle protective charms that are put up during Magical activity. When they remove their wards and their tents, such as at the Quidditch Cup, the magic is gone and Muggles can safely move in again."

"The problem," said Claudius Prescott more forcefully now, trying to budge his way into having any say in the current conversation, "Is that our constitution forbids us from altering the memory of muggles who discover us more than once on the same day. Otherwise the charm fails and eventually they can become immune to oblivate altogether. And it does us no good trying to keep our society SEPARATE from muggles if they all get knowledge of us from one leaky muggle memory."

"And while the Ministry of Magic has skilled oblivators on at all times in case of mishaps we...still...are lacking in this capacity."

This from Severus Snape, who had always taken an ill thought towards the Ministry's use of Oblivate. If the Ministry was so pro-muggle after all, why would they tamper with so many memories, sometimes to harmful effect upon the muggle? Wouldn't it be easier for the Ministry to just allow them to keep their memory, have pro-muggle wizards live along side the knowing muggles?

"What is most most harmful to us? Having muggles know about the wizarding world, or trying to oblivate them and possibly causing them damage."

"I'm surprised," said Harry Potter suddenly, sounding wryly ironic. "That anybody here besides me would be concerned about the welfare of muggles."

People whispered in gasped astonishment. Prescott and Potter shared a look for a moment, and then Snape coughed.

"Well, our constitution mandates respecting the muggle right to land and living space. We want to live separately from them, not eliminate or control them. That is a more old fashioned viewpoint than the idea of living amongst them, but a little less conflicting than outright domination. But you are right Potter. We have only just begun to put any muggle rights into our wizarding charter. We cannot use muggle lands, or alter muggle memory, without understanding the effects it has not only on us, but them as well."

"If you are a professional Oblivator, able to erase only particular memories, then it would make sense to work with muggles, and borrow land from them," said Prescott immediately. "Easier to just erase the memory of their seeing magic, and not of their whole lifetime of memories altogether."

"But we can't, because the Federation's strongest Oblivators have no more of a capacity for memory charms than Gilderoy Lockhart," said Severus with a snort. "The most skilled Oblivators are Occlumens, and we have so few of them on our side due to the Ministry restricting the teaching of Occlumency to anyone who isn't a Ministry employee. Which is why my school will be so important."

"Back to the subject at hand," said Liang Wu. "Where to have the Revelry?"

All minds were on churning gears now, and Harry Potter looked anxious. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure how well it would be taken.

"Well," said Harry Potter, swallowing, and biting his nails, and considering. "What about...Ministry Property?"

"What?"

Many heads turned to Potter as if he were out of his mind. Then Gellert Grindelwald laughed. He laughed and all heads turned to look at him as he clapped his hands.

"Wonderful Mister Potter, wonderful!"

"I don't understand," said Wu angrily. "What do you mean by wonderful? We can't use..."

"Wu, think about it," said Severus suddenly, using Wu's name unabashedly. "Using Ministry Property right under their nose. Ministry property that isn't used during the summer? Think about it carefully..."

"What do you...WHAT? You don't...surely you don't mean Hogwarts?"

Harry nodded and everybody jumped up, shouting angrily.

"QUIET!" shouted Lord Voldemort, snapping his wand out to blast sound loud enough to pierce the silencing wards. "Enough with shouting! It gets nothing accomplished! Like squabbling children all of you! Just let my Apprentice explain himself before launching into an offensive!"

They were the only words the Dark Lord had spoken since the meeting had started, and they were angry enough to quell even the brash Prescott.

But not Harry Potter.

"Think about it," said Potter, ignoring his Master's scowling face. "Hogwarts is empty. The Ministry closed the school down for good until they can ensure the safety of the students. We're technically at war now, at least the UK wizards are, and the teachers are all either in the Order, in which case they would be at Headquarters,"

"Not Hogwarts," interrupted Snape pointedly.

"Or else they are at home vacationing. The House Elves are given holiday in the summer," said Potter. "They are usually replaced by hired squibs who clean up the old castle fully knowing that its magical in nature. They can be bribed to keep working for us, I'm sure. Many of them may not be willing to work at Hogwarts this summer due to the conflicts."

"And the portraits are put under sleeping charms for the summer, since they become helplessly bored without students," Severus drawled, smirking.

"And the only problem left beyond that is ghosts," Potter continued. "The ghosts can't tell anybody if we're there since they can't leave the castle. And Peeves loves a good practical joke. He'd probably love us sneaking in and out of the castle doing magic when the Ministry wants it locked up. Its well protected...then there's the forest."

"Ah yes," said Wu. "The forbidden forest. A powerful magical dampener. It is because of the forest that you cannot apparate out of Hogwarts. Perfect place to teach wild Dark magic to young people."

"What about that game keeper?" said another council member thickly. "The Half Giant?"

"Hagrid's on vacation up in the mountains," said Harry, turning slightly red, and Wu had a feeling he was lying to cover up the game keepers real location. "He'll be gone all summer and most of the fall. The ministry sacked him again...without Dumbledore to protect him now..."

"Ahem," said Severus firmly. "Back to the point. Could we do this? Claim Hogwarts as our own, right under the Ministry's nose?"

"It would take a powerful wizard to break the wards they put up around the castle during the summer, get into the castle, and open it up to invasion," said Grindelwald seriously. "Well?"

All heads looked at Lord Voldemort, who was the only wizard to have managed to break into Hogwarts succesfully in almost the entire lifetime of the castle. Him, and young Draco Malfoy. Lord Voldemort just scowled, nodding his head curtly.

"I think we can do it," said Potter. "I think we can do it without anybody knowing we're there."

"Another Secret Keeper spell?" said Prescott curiously.

"Yes but," Harry paused. "Make my Master and me the Secret Keepers this time, and no letters."

All shouting started again. But Liang Wu was amused. He was sure that Harry Potter had his reasons for wanting to be Secret Keeper that had nothing to do with betraying the Federation. He was up to something.

"I assume you have reasons," said Wu, raising his voice above the crowd.

"Its a simple thought I had," said Harry, now looking embarrassed. "I know most of the people who are in the Order, and my Master has the connections to the Ministry, so he'll know who can't be trusted on that end. We're both also Occlumens, so anybody that neither of us are sure of we can do a brain scan," Voldemort snorted at this very muggle terminology. "Between the two of us, only those who we know are trustworthy get in on the Secret. Not by letter, they will all have to talk to me or my Master directly, and they won't be able to share it."

"A co-operational Secret Keeper spell," said Severus Snape with relief. "No more of this sending letters and having all council members Secret Keeper. Only the Head of Security and his Apprentice can give permission."

"Why the boy too?" said Prescott acidly.

"Clearly because Harry Potter is Lord Voldemort's Soul Mate," said Grindelwald thickly. "And making one Soul Mate Secret Keeper would immediately make the other as well, as everybody but a two year old would understand. That's the unfortunate price to pay for sharing your head, you also share all your secrets."

Harry Potter blushed bright red. Lord Voldemort merely scowled, and looked down at his hands like a five year old. He wasn't in a good mood this evening, and it was obvious why. He was visibly exhausted, hadn't had a moment of rest since the Harvest Spell, and this was really Harry Potter's idea. He was only here because Harry Potter, though a new Federation member, was his Apprentice and the whole meeting concerned his, their, safety. The whole reason for all of this was because the Ministry and Order were after Harry and Lord Voldemort.

"In short, gentleman, the whole reason the Revel is at risk in the first place is because of the conflict between these two individuals who are now joined by everything but blood and marriage, and thus the two of them came up with this scheme together in order to correct the problem and save some face at the same time by volunteering to police the whole situation themselves," Grindelwald chuckled, not the least bit forgiving in his assessment.

Harry Potter's glare at this comment matched his Master's and the room broke out into whispering.

"But we are in agreement then," said Liang Wu, hoping to bring the meeting to a closure. "That we shall take Hogwarts for the summer, and with the Secret Keeper spell in place nobody will know that we were even there? And with Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort as Secret Keepers, we are assured that nobody from the Ministry or the Order, who want to kill both of them, will be able to enter the Revel without their knowing. No letters to fall into the wrong hands, and two Occlumens examining the minds of those who wish to enter the Revel before they are given the Secret? All in favor?"

A surprising number of hands rose at this. Hogwarts was quite a coup. It would be difficult to arrange, but once they entered the castle there would be no trouble, smooth sailing from there on out.

"So here's the final question," said Gellert Grindelwald with a twinkle in his eyes. "Will Severus Snape and Lord Voldemort be keeping Hogwarts after the Revel is over, or returning it to Ministry control."

Harry Potter's head jerked to look at Snape, who was flummoxed, and Lord Voldemort, who had an evil smile on his face. Liang Wu had to hand it to them for the brilliance of this scheme. Yes, Hogwarts would be quite a coup for Lord Voldemort and his followers. And it had all been masterminded by Lord Voldemort and The Boy Who Lived.

Merlin save us if this all goes wrong thought Liang Wu, as the council broke. It could mean more than just a small fight against Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters if anybody discovered us there. It would be open war for the Federation itself, something we haven't risked in many years. But this Revel is the most important we've ever run. By this time next year, we will be in charge. This will be our world. It all depends on this Revel and what comes out of it.

-Yes. I know I've done the 'Dark Wizards plan to take over Hogwarts' bit in another story. But this time I plan to write it out, rather than having it as an afterthought like I did for the Knockturn series (which needs editing, and more chapters, honestly.)

Feel free to tell me whether I missed any important plot threads along the way, so I don't get blindsided like I did for my Knockturn fic, with a hundred threads of plot that I couldn't just neatly tie up like I wanted to. :/