A/n And here I am again, Huzah! So this is the second Harry Potter book. Started I think two years after I started the first one :)

Anyways, for now just enjoy this first chapter :D Read on my faithful.

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It was at least 8 'o' clock, but the new group of friends were just sat eating their dinner and discussing things of little importance, for example The Marauders and Remus were discussing the next plan of attack on the 'Evil' Slyhterins, and possibly something for their Dumbles when they got back.

Lily, McGonagall, Snape and Hermione were involved in a discussion about something or other, no one was sure what really.

Harry, Draco and Ron (who was managing to be quite civil to the young Malfoy) were heavily involved in a discussion of Quidditch tactics, and how if possible, they could be involved in battle.

And Dumbles was just sat there doing, nothing really.

They all however, noticed when a gust of wind blew though the room and with it came Poison, the girl who had brought them the books.

"Hello all" She said softly, having a smile for all.

"Hey" everyone greeted back not really sure what to say.

"I see you have finished the first book, not a bad time either, and I'm sure some of you cannot wait to be told the story of the next one." She continued. A lot of the room nodded.

"However, three of you number must be taken, for their choices on how to go on have not been changed, and for one, they have already changed enough" Poison again continued

"So how's leaving?" James asked impatient to start reading again.

"Professor Dumbledore, I am afraid, that even realising what your choices have done to a most special young boy, you have not changed your views on yourself, or how to continue this war, therefore you are banished from this room" Poison clicked her fingers and Dumbles was gone.

"Professor McGonagall, you have changed, I see it in your eyes and your heart, I trust you to make the correct proceedings and to forever listen to yourself, and find the opinions of those you care truly for, goodbye" The old professor nodded curtly and was gone in a small poof of blue smoke.

"Hermione, you still cannot see past the end of your own nose, and your now growing jealousy of Harry, his mind and his powers, far surpasses what jealousy Ron ever felt towards Harry, you are hereby banished from this room, oh and before I forget, if you tell Dumbles what I said to McGonagall, just like you've been reporting everything else to him, you will suffer severe consequences" Hermione was gone, amidst her own protests, not realising nobody else in the room cared much for her banishment.

"Right" poison clapped her hands, "on with everything else you go my friends, I'll be back soon" Poison smiled and was again gone, just as suddenly as she turned up

"Well" Ron commented, "that was enlightening"

"Indeed, who wants to read?" Severus asked

" I will" Peter offered, the book was thrown over and the reading began.

"Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets,"

"Oh no!" Harry moaned

"What's wrong?" Ron inquired quickly

"Second year, with the snake and the bathroom?" Harry nudged Ron quickly hoping he would get the hint

Ron did, and he paled drastically.

"The Worst Birthday."

"That's a sad way to began a book," Remus said.

Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harry's room.

"Way to go Hedwig," Sirius cheered, "That git doesn't need to sleep."

"Yes he does, believe me" Harry said

"Third time this week!" he roared across the table. "If you can't control that owl, it'll have to go!"

Harry tried, yet again, to explain.

"She's bored," he said. "She's used to flying around outside. If I could just let her out at night -"

"He didn't let her go out at night, poor owl," Lily said, she remembered how anxious her owl got when he stayed in doors to long.

"He hated me, that extends to most things I owned, and he didn't want em telling everyone what was happening"

"Do I look stupid?" snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache.

"Is that a trick question," Sirius laughed.

"Yeah, if I answered he would have punished me," Harry laughed too.

"I know what'll happen if that owl's let out."

He exchanged dark looks with his wife, Petunia.

"Damnit Petunia, why do you have to be so mean to my son," Lily shouted.

"Lily!" Sirius gasped

"You swore" Peter said dramatically pointing at her

"SO?"

"You never swear" James muttered avoiding Lily's glare.

"I can't stand that she like that," Lily said quieter. "We use to be so close..."

Harry tried to argue back but his words were drowned by a long, loud belch from the Dursleys' son, Dudley.

"I want more bacon."

"There's more in the frying pan, sweetums," said Aunt Petunia, turning misty eyes on her massive son. "We must build you up while we've got the chance… I don't like the sound of that school food…"

"Build him up... what are the trying to do, make him a ball," Sirius said.

"Yeah, I've seen him, he can move pretty fast though" Ron commented

"Only cuz he was scared" Harry laughed

"Nonsense, Petunia, I never went hungry when I was at Smeltings," said Uncle Vernon heartily. "Dudley gets enough, don't you, son?"

Dudley, who was so large his bottom drooped over either side of the kitchen chair, grinned and turned to Harry.

"Pass the frying pan."

"You've forgotten the magic word," said Harry irritably.

"Good, Pup, I bet they jump at that." Sirius yelled

"I don't know if it was such a good idea... they'll probably punish him for it," Remus said darkly.

"I got off lightly when you think about it" Harry said

The effect of this simple sentence on the rest of the family was incredible: Dudley gasped and fell off his chair with a crash that shook the whole kitchen; Mrs. Dursley gave a small scream and clapped her hands to her mouth; Mr. Dursley jumped to his feet, veins throbbing in his temples.

"I meant 'please'!" said Harry quickly. "I didn't mean —"

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU," thundered his uncle, spraying spit over the table, "ABOUT SAYING THE 'M' WORD IN OUR HOUSE?"

"The 'M' word?" Severus chuckled

"They are so closed-minded"James tutted

"How did you come out of there with an imagination?" Draco asked

"I kept dreaming of a new life, where I had a home and where people loved me, not that hard to keep an imagination, and then I got to Hogwarts, fun times!" Harry chuckled.

"But I —"

"HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY!"

"Yeah Harry, how dare you!" Ron laughed banging his own fist on the table

"roared Uncle Vernon, pounding the table with his fist.

"I just —"

"I WARNED YOU! I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THIS ROOF!"

Harry stared from his purple-faced uncle to his pale aunt, who was trying to heave Dudley to his feet.

"Of course, trying was the operative word there" Sirius grinned

"Too right" Lily laughed

"All right," said Harry, "all right…"

Uncle Vernon sat back down, breathing like a winded rhinoceros and watching Harry closely out of the corners of his small, sharp eyes.

Ever since Harry had come home for the summer holidays, Uncle Vernon had been treating him like a bomb that might go off at any moment, because Harry Potter wasn't a normal boy. As a matter of fact, he was as not normal as it is possible to be.

"That's the truth," Ron teased.

"Hey, your talking about yourself there too!" Harry countered.

Harry Potter was a wizard

"There's nothing weird about that," Moony said.

"These are muggle books... they wouldn't really think this was real, only something that was thought up by a muggle" Lily explained

"Oh, yeah."

— a wizard fresh from his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And if the Dursleys were unhappy to have him back for the holidays, it was nothing to how Harry felt.

He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomachache. He missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts, his classes (though perhaps not Snape, the Potions master),

"Awwh, you didn't miss me" Severus pouted

"Not at that point no, I did at last Christmas though" Harry winked

"Last Christmas, crikey how long have you been together" Ron exclaimed

"Umm, since the beginning of October in sixth year" Harry admitted

"That's nearly a year and a half!" James exclaimed

"It is a year and a half, last week, the anniversary!" Peter said

"Oh you poor people" Lily gushed

"How did people not know" Moony asked

"Remus did" Severus said

"But still, that's, a long time" Sirius muttered

the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in his four-poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and, especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the wizarding world (six tall goal posts, four flying balls, and fourteen players on broomsticks).

"That right son," James beamed.

"You didn't miss us?," Ron asked sadly "How could you not miss us?"

"I bet that's mentioned later," Moony said with conviction

All Harry's spellbooks, his wand, robes, cauldron, and top-of-the-line Nimbus Two Thousand broomstick had been locked in a cupboard under the stairs by Uncle Vernon the instant Harry had come home.

"What were they thinking?" Moony asked

"Oh your going to get in so much trouble for not having your homework done!" Lily moaned

"What did the Dursleys care if Harry lost his place on the House Quidditch team because he hadn't practiced all summer?

"Like that would ever happen, you're the best flyer in school," Ron said.

What was it to the Dursleys if Harry went back to school without any of his homework done? The Dursleys were what wizards called Muggles (not a drop of magical blood in their veins), and as far as they were concerned, having a wizard in the family was a matter of deepest shame. Uncle Vernon had even padlocked Harry's owl, Hedwig, inside her cage, to stop her from carrying messages to anyone in the wizarding world.

"Why are they telling us all this, we already know this," Sirius said annoyed.

"It's recap, I guess for those who didn't read the first book," Severus shrugged

"But it's a waste of time" James whined "I want to read about my son" he huffed and Severus just looked at him blankly.

Harry looked nothing like the rest of the family.

"Thank Merlin," Lily said

"Yeah, just a shame he had to look so much like Prongs" Remus laughed

"Hey!" James complained

"He has Lily's eyes though" Moony commented

"His only redeeming feature I'm sure" Sirius smirked

"Not at all" Draco said

"After all, look at those muscles" Ron laughed.

Harry just sat and pouted while everyone else laughed.

Uncle Vernon was large and neckless, with an enormous black mustache; Aunt Petunia was horse-faced and bony; Dudley was blond, pink, and porky. Harry, on the other hand, was small and skinny, with brilliant green eyes and jet-black hair that was always untidy. He wore round glasses, and on his forehead was a thin, lightning-shaped scar.

It was this scar that made Harry so particularly unusual, even for a wizard. This scar was the only hint of Harry's very mysterious past, of the reason he had been left on the Dursleys' doorstep eleven years before.

At the age of one year old,

"Oh no, we have to hear this again," Lily said going pale.

"Yeah, and it wont be the last time either," Harry said sadly.

"That sucks," Sirius said, he really can't stand hearing about his best mates death.

Harry had somehow survived a curse from the greatest Dark sorcerer of all time,

"But I thought it was your mum's protection"

"Yeah it was, but it doesn't change the fact that I survived the curse" Harry shrugged

"Huh, I guess so"

Lord Voldemort, (Peter was able to read with out stuttering at all) whose name most witches and wizards still feared to speak. Harry's parents had died in Voldemort's attack, but Harry had escaped with his lightning scar, and somehow — nobody understood why —Voldemort's powers had been destroyed the instant he had failed to kill Harry. So Harry had been brought up by his dead mother's sister and her husband. He had spent ten years with the Dursleys, never understanding why he kept making odd things happen without meaning to, believing the Dursleys' story that he had got his scar in the car crash that had killed his parents.

"I still can't believe she lied to you" Lily shook her head

"Meh, in a way it's understandable" Harry shrugged

And then, exactly a year ago, Hogwarts had written to Harry, and the whole story had come out. Harry had taken up his place at wizard school, where he and his scar were famous… but now the school year was over, and he was back with the Dursleys for the summer, back to being treated like a dog that had rolled in something smelly.

"There is nothing wrong with dogs," Sirius huffed, getting most of the room to laugh.

The Dursleys hadn't even remembered that today happened to be Harry's twelfth birthday.

"That's just repulsive" Draco muttered

"Well, they are repulsive" Sirius continued

Of course, his hopes hadn't been high; they'd never given him a real present, let alone a cake — but to ignore it completely…

At that moment, Uncle Vernon cleared his throat importantly and said, "Now, as we all know, today is a very important day."

Harry looked up, hardly daring to believe it.

"This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career," said Uncle Vernon.

"Stupid git," Sirius muttered.

Harry went back to his toast. Of course, he thought bitterly, Uncle Vernon was talking about the stupid dinner party. He'd been talking of nothing else for two weeks. Some rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner and Uncle Vernon was hoping to get a huge order from him (Uncle Vernon's company made drills).

"Don't even dare ask Dray" Harry wanred before Draco could open his mouth.

Draco just sat back and pouted.

"I think we should run through the schedule one more time," said Uncle Vernon. "We should all be in position at eight o'clock. Petunia, you will be —?"

"In the lounge," said Aunt Petunia promptly, "waiting to welcome them graciously to our home."

"I think I would turn around and leave if I saw her," Sirius said.

"Unless there was some food laying out," Remus teased.

"Umm..." Sirius said looking like he was thinking hard. "I suppose I'd eat fast, then leave."

"Good, good. And Dudley?"

"I'll be waiting to open the door." Dudley put on a foul, simpering smile. "May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?"

"They'll love him!" cried Aunt Petunia rapturously.

"Yeah right, they probably be sickened by him," Sirius said.

"I wish I could have seen their reactions to him" Harry sighed wistfully

"What? Why didn't you?" James asked

"Oh you'll see" Harry glared.

"Excellent, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon. Then he rounded on Harry. "And you?"

"I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I'm not there," said Harry tonelessly.

"What? That horrible, and on your birthday and all... you poor thing," Lily exclaimed then hugged him.

"Exactly," said Uncle Vernon nastily. "I will lead them into the lounge, introduce you, Petunia, and pour them drinks. At eight-fifteen —"

"I'll announce dinner," said Aunt Petunia.

"And, Dudley, you'll say —"

"May I take you through to the dining room, Mrs. Mason?" said Dudley, offering his fat arm to an invisible woman.

"I very much doubt, her hand would have fit around his arm" Peter said.

"My perfect little gentleman!" sniffed Aunt Petunia.

"My son is better behaved than yours" James scowled.

"And you?" said Uncle Vernon viciously to Harry.

"I'll be in my room, making no noise and pretending I'm not there," said Harry dully.

"Git," Sirius muttered darkly.

"Precisely. Now, we should aim to get in a few good compliments at dinner. Petunia, any ideas?"

"Vernon tells me you're a wonderful golfer, Mr. Mason… Do tell me where you bought your dress, Mrs. Mason…"

"Perfect… Dudley?"

"How about —'We had to write an essay about our hero at school, Mr. Mason, and I wrote about you.'"

The room just gaped.

"He didn't?" Severus asked

"Yeah, Dudley really is thick," Harry laughed. "But it was nice, at least I had some entertainment."

"I do not believe that child." Remus shook his head.

This was too much for both Aunt Petunia and Harry. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and hugged her son, while Harry ducked under the table so they wouldn't see him laughing.

"And you, boy?"

Harry fought to keep his face straight as he emerged.

"I'll be in my room, making no noise and pretending I'm not there," he said.

"Too right, you will." said Uncle Vernon forcefully. "The Masons don't know anything about you and it's going to stay that way.

"There is nothing wrong with my godson, you fat git," Sirius spat.

When dinner's over, you take Mrs. Mason back to the lounge for coffee, Petunia, and I'll bring the subject around to drills. With any luck, I'll have the deal signed and sealed before the news at ten. Be shopping for a vacation home in Majorca this time tomorrow."

"Majorca is rubbish!" Draco exclaimed "Why would he want to go there?"

"Because it's a nice vacation place for Muggles" Lily said

Harry couldn't feel too excited about this. He didn't think the Dursleys would like him any better in Majorca than they did on Privet Drive.

"That was if they even took me" Harry said thoughtfully

"You mean, they would have left you alone?" Remus asked aghast

"Your kidding right?" Harry scoffed "They would have been too worried about their precious house, no they woulda either given me to Mrs. Figg or would have left me on the street"

"Right — I'm off into town to pick up the dinner jackets for Dudley and me. And you," he snarled at Harry. "You stay out of your aunt's way while she's cleaning."

"At least they're not making him clean too," Remus said.

"Oh don't say that, you probably jinxed it," Lily said.

Harry left through the back door. It was a brilliant, sunny day. He crossed the lawn, slumped down on the garden bench, and sang under his breath:

"Happy birthday to me… happy birthday to me…"

"Wait, why haven't you got any cards or stuff?" Moony asked

"Yeah" James said before he rounded on Ron, "Where are your promised letters?"

"You'll find out" Ron said soothingly.

No cards, no presents, and he would be spending the evening pretending not to exist. He gazed miserably into the hedge. He had never felt so lonely. More than anything else at Hogwarts, more even than playing Quidditch, Harry missed his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

"Ergh, Hermione" Harry shivered.

They, however, didn't seem to be missing him at all. Neither of them had written to him all summer, even though Ron had said he was going to ask Harry to come and stay.

"Why haven't you written him," Lily shouted looking angrily at him.

"I told you you'll find out!" Ron yelled back.

Countless times, Harry had been on the point of unlocking Hedwig's cage by magic and sending her to Ron and Hermione with a letter, but it wasn't worth the risk. Underage wizards weren't allowed to use magic outside of school. Harry hadn't told the Dursleys this; he knew it was only their terror that he might turn them all into dung beetles that stopped them from locking him in the cupboard under the stairs with his wand and broomstick.

"They wouldn't actually do that would they," Lily asked.

"They usually did, after stamping me out" Harry said using the quote from the last book.

"You mean it still went on?" Remus asked growling

"Well, not for the first couple of weeks, but then, my birthday happened" Harry said uncomfortably

Severus just hugged his boyfriend, muttering into his ear, whilst the rest just looked on, before motioning for Peter to carry on reading.

For the first couple of weeks back, Harry had enjoyed muttering nonsense words under his breath and watching Dudley tearing out of the room as fast as his fat legs would carry him."

Here the room started laughing, glad of something to cheer them up.

"But the long silence from Ron and Hermione had made Harry feel so cut off from the magical world that even taunting Dudley had lost its appeal — and now Ron and Hermione had forgotten his birthday.

"We're sorry mate," Ron said.

"It wasn't your fault"

What wouldn't he give now for a message from Hogwarts? From any witch or wizard? He'd almost be glad of a sight of his archenemy, Draco Malfoy, just to be sure it hadn't all been a dream...

"Oh Harry" Draco swooned "I never knew you cared so much"

Not that his whole year at Hogwarts had been fun. At the very end of last term, Harry had come face-to-face with none other than Lord Voldemort himself. Voldemort might be a ruin of his former self, but he was still terrifying, still cunning, still determined to regain power. Harry had slipped through Voldemort's clutches for a second time, but it had been a narrow escape, and even now, weeks later, Harry kept waking in the night, drenched in cold sweat, wondering where Voldemort was now, remembering his livid face, his wide, mad eyes —

"Are you still having bad dreams?" Lily asked

"Yeah, they got better over time though" Harry smiled

Harry suddenly sat bolt upright on the garden bench. He had been staring absent-mindedly into the hedge — and the hedge was staring back.

"Scuse me?" Ron asked stupidly

"Hedges don't stare" Remus said

"This one does apparently" Moony commented

Two enormous green eyes had appeared among the leaves.

"What is it," Sirius asked.

"I think we'd all like to know" Peter said

Harry jumped to his feet just as a jeering voice floated across the lawn.

"I know what day it is," sang Dudley, waddling toward him.

The huge eyes blinked and vanished.

"Dammit" James swore

"Stupid Dudders" Ron said.

"What?" said Harry, not taking his eyes off the spot where they had been.

"I know what day it is," Dudley repeated, coming right up to him.

"Well done," said Harry. "So you've finally learned the days of the week."

"Go Harry, defeat him with your sarcasm!" Draco cheered

"Today's your birthday," sneered Dudley.

"It's an insult to Slytherins everywhere" Severus wailed.

"How come you haven't got any cards? Haven't you even got friends at that freak place?"

"He has too made friends," Sirius said.

"The best friend I two I could ask for" Looking at Ron and Dray respectivly.

"Better not let your mum hear you talking about my school," said Harry coolly.

Dudley hitched up his trousers, which were slipping down his fat bottom.

"You mean they do pants big enough?" James asked

"They used too, now he has to get them specially ordered!" Harry giggled.

"Why're you staring at the hedge?" he said suspiciously.

"I'm trying to decide what would be the best spell to set it on fire," said Harry.

"Harry you shouldn't have done that," Lily abolished.

"Sorry mum, but he hit a nerve with that friends comment."

Dudley stumbled backward at once, a look of panic on his fat face.

"You c-can't — Dad told you you're not to do m-magic —

"Le Gasp!" Severus said

"He said the word magic!" Moony answered

"Without fainting" Sirius added

"He stuttered though" Remus said

"That just makes it more amusing" Harry finished

- he said he'll chuck you out of the house — and you haven't got anywhere else to go — you haven't got any friends to take you —"

"Jiggery pokery!" said Harry in a fierce voice. "Hocus pocus — squiggly wiggly —"

"Honestly Ry" Dray laughed "Squiggly Wiggly?"

"He doesn't know does he?"

"MUUUUUUM!" howled Dudley, tripping over his feet as he dashed back toward the house. "MUUUUM! He's doing you know what!"

Harry paid dearly for his moment of fun. As neither Dudley nor the hedge was in any way hurt, Aunt Petunia knew he hadn't really done magic, but he still had to duck as she aimed a heavy blow at his head with the soapy frying pan.

"She tried to hit you with a frying pan," Lily exclaimed.

"Well..." Harry began, but there was nothing really to say about that so he just shrugged.

"Add to that list" Lily muttered to Sirius

Then she gave him work to do, with the promise he wouldn't eat again until he'd finished.

"You just had to say something didn't you Remus," Lily abolished.

"Sorry."

"I would have gotten work to do anyway" Harry shrugged

While Dudley lolled around watching and eating ice cream,"

"That just doesn't make sense" Moony frowned

"It's a typo, c'mon, I wanna finish this chapter" Ron whined

" Harry cleaned the windows, washed the car, mowed the lawn, trimmed the flowerbeds, pruned and watered the roses, and repainted the garden bench.

"You do all that in a day?" Peter asked

"A day?" Harry scoffed "That would mean I get at least 15 hours, No, I do all that in about 8 hours"

"That's slave labour!" Severus exclaimed

Harry just shrugged and looked at the floor.

The sun blazed overhead, burning the back of his neck. Harry knew he shouldn't have risen to Dudley's bait, but Dudley had said the very thing Harry had been thinking himself… maybe he didn't have any friends at Hogwarts…

"Did you really question that," Ron said sadly. "After what we went through the last year."

Harry shrugged; he didn't know how to answer that.

"It makes sense if you were his first friends and he hadn't heard from you" Dray commented sadly

"I know but, Christmas, Quirrel, Exams everything and he thought that?" Ron questioned

Nobody had an answer so Peter just read on.

Wish they could see famous Harry Potter now, he thought savagely as he spread manure on the flower beds, his back aching, sweat running down his face.

It was half past seven in the evening when at last, exhausted, he heard Aunt Petunia calling him.

"Half past Seven?" James shouted.

"Yeah"

"Get in here! And walk on the newspaper!"

Harry moved gladly into the shade of the gleaming kitchen. On top of the fridge stood tonight's pudding: a huge mound of whipped cream and sugared violets. A loin of roast pork was sizzling in the oven.

"Which you get none of I'm sure," Sirius said sadly, it did sound good.

"Duh" Harry said.

"Eat quickly! The Masons will be here soon!" snapped Aunt Petunia, pointing to two slices of bread and a lump of cheese on the kitchen table. She was already wearing a salmon-pink cocktail dress.

Lily just got up at this and went to another room.

"That's all you got?" Sirius asked

"yeah, that's all I usually got"

"I am going to kill these muggles" Severus spat

"Get in line Snape, get in fucking line" James shouted.

Harry washed his hands and bolted down his pitiful supper. The moment he had finished, Aunt Petunia whisked away his plate. "Upstairs! Hurry!"

As he passed the door to the living room, Harry caught a glimpse of Uncle Vernon and Dudley in bow ties and dinner jackets. He had only just reached the upstairs landing when the door bell rang and Uncle Vernon's furious face appeared at the foot of the stairs.

"Remember, boy — one sound —"

Harry crossed to his bedroom on tiptoe slipped inside, closed the door, and turned to collapse on his bed. The trouble was, there was already someone sitting on it.

"Who," Moony asked

"That's the end of the chapter," Peter said, looking at Sirius apologetically. "Who wants to read next?"

"I am" Lily said forcefully appearing out of the other room.

"Mum I don't think you.." Harry started nervously.

!I am reading the next chapter Harry, don't argue with me"

WHOOP! The first chapter done :D :D

Next one will be up soon, I just need the template and seeing how I have nothing to do today it should be up later :D

Crossfire.