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A/N – Well, the poll result is very clear, so here's the promised sequel. Language warning for those of you who speak German. If any of you sent me an e-mail lately and didn't get an answer, please resend it. It seems a number of mails were eaten by something on the way ... Don't they feed our mail server properly?






Althea Harper stopped and stared at the train before her in surprise. This thing belonged in a museum. It wasn't even a hover train, nor did it seem to be electric. Paul had mentioned that life at Hogwarts was quite old fashioned, but Althea had never expected anything like this.

"Come on girl, I don't want to miss the train because of you." Paul called from further down the platform.

That wasn't quite fair since there was still a quarter of an hour left until the departure, but Althea took a hold of her hovering trunk again anyway and guided it down the platform. It had been extremely nice of the Lestranges to take her into their home, after all. They hadn't had to do that.

Paul Lestrange was a prefect at Hogwarts, therefore the school had asked him to help Althea out. Althea and her family lived in the moon colony and because it had no school for witches and wizards, she'd been invited to return to Earth and attend Hogwarts. A place on a space shuttle was very expensive, though and her parents hadn't been able to afford two. Thus the school had arranged for the Lestranges to get Althea from the space port, take her shopping for her school supplies and give her a place to stay until the start of term.

Paul had been an ideal candidate, because his mother was what the wizards apparently called a Muggle and thus the Lestranges' home wasn't that different from what Althea was used to. Well, if one ignored the fact that one could go outside without wearing a space suit and that there were actual plants growing under the open sky.

The last week had been an amazing experience for Althea. Even though she'd been born on Earth, she could barely remember what it had been like to live on the planet and everything had seemed terribly new. And now things were about to get even newer!

Paul helped her onto the train and found her a compartment and then left to meet with the other prefects. His job was done, Althea realised. She was safely on the way to Hogwarts where the teachers would take care of her.

A few minutes passed as Althea looked out of the window watching the many people milling about. Some were wearing Muggle clothes, others arrived already in their robes. Those, Althea concluded, were probably from the purely wizarding families, Mr. Lestrange had told her about. They were completely unfamiliar with modern technology, he had said, and used magic instead.

Mr. Lestrange had even showed her that Paul's trunk didn't include a hover generator, but when Mr. Lestrange had cast a levitation charm on it and Althea had switched on the hover function on hers they had reacted exactly the same.

"See," Mr. Lestrange had beamed at her. "That's the difference between wizards and Muggles. Different methods, same result."

Unfortunately, if you had magical talent, you couldn't just decide not to become a witch, though. If you didn't learn how to use your magic, it kept doing all sorts of dangerous things. Althea shuddered as she remembered the scolding she'd gotten when her magic had teleported her primary school teacher through the classroom wall. Mrs Gonzales had only ended up inside an air dock, but Althea hadn't known what was behind that wall. The stern old lady could just as well have ended up outside in the thin moon atmosphere where she would no doubt have died without her space suit.

Behind her the compartment door opened and she turned around hastily. Two red haired children, both taller than Althea stood in the door.

"Ein Schlammblut." the younger, a boy, frowned.

"Konstantin, benimm dich!" the girl hissed at him, then turned towards Althea. "Hi, please forgive my brother's behaviour. He's just nervous. It's his first time in another country. I'm Sabine, Sabine Wiesler. His name's Konstantin Wiesler."

Althea smiled nervously. "I'm Althea Harper. And I'm nervous, too." she told Konstantin. "We moved to the moon when I was four and this is my first time back. Where are you from?"

The other Hogwarts students from the moon had arrived on the same shuttle she had, though they'd each gone to a different guest family afterwards. Althea would have recognised the two, if they'd been part of the group.

"Hamburg." the boy said. "That's in Germany."

"Our family is originally from England, though." Sabine added. "You may hear of the Weasleys someday. They are a very big and old family. One of the greatest wizarding families in fact."

"But didn't you say your name was ..."

"Wiesler, yes." Konstantin confirmed. "Two Weasleys were sent on a mission to Germany during the great war and when everything fell apart in Britain they were stranded there for a while and had to make their homes there. They changed their family name to Wiesler, which is the closest German name to Weasley."

"Why didn't they just keep their name, though?" Althea asked fascinated.

"Because the Germans had problems with the pronunciation. They just wanted to make it easier for them." Sabine said.

"Don't you believe one word those two tell you." a voice came from the still open door. "It's all lies."

The speaker was another red haired boy.

"They fled to Germany and changed their names, because they were traitors and the aurors were looking for them." he explained. "Never trust a Wiesler. They're a bunch of dark wizards and murderers."

Sabine glared at him furiously. "They were heroes!"

"They tried to kill an orphaned young wizard who'd believed the younger of them to be his friend. A kind, innocent young boy." the newcomer stated. "Are you a first year?"

Althea nodded.

"Don't make friends with that Wiesler boy. He'll probably be just as untrustworthy as his ancestor." he advised. "Is that your trunk?"

Althea nodded again and the stranger grabbed the trunk and headed for the door. "Come on then, we'll find you some more promising people to make friends with."

Althea had no choice but to follow. She gave the Wieslers an apologetic shrug. "Sorry, but he has all my things."

"Hey, wait up. That's my trunk!" she called after the boy as they ran down the corridor outside.

He finally stopped at the end of the wagon. "Sorry," he said. "But you really shouldn't trust the Wieslers and if you're seen with them too much, other people won't trust you either and you look like you don't know anybody, yet. What's your name?"

"Althea. And you are?"

"Simon Weasley, fifth year prefect of Gryffindor house."

"Then you know Paul? Paul Lestrange. He's a prefect, too." she asked in an attempt to distract him from the topic of the Wieslers.

She could understand that the Weasleys felt rather strongly about being betrayed by members of their own family, but it didn't sit too well with her that they transferred that to those people's descendants. What had Sabine and Konstantin done to deserve such treatment?

"Ravenclaw sixth year." Simon nodded.

"He picked that compartment for me. He'll be worried, if he doesn't find me there later."

"Then I'll tell him where I took you." Simon decided. "Come on."

They walked through several wagons of the now already moving train until finally Simon stopped outside a compartment with several small girls inside.

"Hi Jessie." Simon stuck his head into the compartment. "Are those first years?"

"What if they are?" another read head answered.

Since Simon seemed to like her, Althea supposed she was another Weasley rather than a Wiesler.

"Got room for one more? She was stuck with the Wieslers."

"Oh, you poor thing!" Jessie exclaimed. "Come on in. We'll make room."

There was some sliding and pushing about and soon Althea found herself squished in between Jessie and a tiny black haired girl.

"Um ... I'm Althea Harper, by the way." she introduced herself. "Muggle born."

"Jessie Weasley, second year Gryffindor. Simon is my cousin."

"I'm Haley Malfoy." said the silver blond girl that was squished between the wall and the black haired one. "One hundred percent pure witch. The Malfoy line is one of the oldest in existence."

"Oh, shut up." the black haired girl playfully swiped at her head. "Ignore the posh talk, Althea. Haley just likes to flaunt her family name. I'm Arria."

She didn't state her last name and Haley giggled at the disappointed faces of the other girls. Apparently Arria had been teasing them with that before.

The girl right opposite from Haley introduced herself as Jenny LaCroix and her best friend was the slightly round Marlene Longbottom.

"My uncle is the head of Slytherin house. " Marlene confided in them. "I so hope I get into his house."

"Of course." Arria stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Slytherin is the best."

"Nonsense Gryffindor is much cooler." insisted Jessie Weasley.

"No way." laughed Haley. "We're all Slytherins here, right?" she asked the last girl.

"Right." she answered. "I'm Andy Tyler, by the way."

The girls were fun. They shared such wondrous things as chocolate frogs and everyflavour beans and even a canary cream with Althea. All the feathers that that last one left in the compartment were rather uncomfortable, though and they decided not to eat any more of those while still on the train.

The others were all from wizarding families and seemed to know everything about magic. They told Althea about the sorting and the houses, about ghosts and brooms and wizarding pets.

Althea began to feel a little shabby for not having anything to share with them in return, so she finally pulled out the package of gummy bears her mother had given her as a going away present. She'd been unwilling to eat that last gift from home up until now, but sooner or later she'd have to, anyway.

The girls stared at the offered sweets wide eyed. At first Althea thought they had never seen such Muggle sweets before.

"Are those really gummy bears?" Andy breathed in awe.

"Of course." Althea shrugged. "What's so special about that?"

"Gummy bears are really powerful." Jenny explained. "Only aurors are allowed to eat them while doing magic."

"They're forbidden." Haley nodded.

"But we're not doing magic, yet." grinned Marlene. "I've always wanted to eat a gummy bear."

Reverently each girl took a gummy bear and placed it in her mouth.

"An ancestor of mine discovered the magical power of gummy bears." Arria explained her eyes half closed as she savored the taste of the forbidden treat. "He studied them as a Potions project at first, but then discovered that they enhance charms and other wand magic as well."

"You ... you're a Snape!" Jenny gasped and the other girls squealed in excitement while Haley and Arria clung to each other giggling.

"Is that something special?" Althea asked.

"At least as special as being a Malfoy." Haley declared.

"I have a gummy bear wand." Marlene confided. "If Severus Snape hadn't discovered gummy bears. I'd probably have to make due with unicorn hair or phoenix feather and wouldn't be nearly as powerful. The development of gummy bear wand cores saved many witches and wizards who'd up to then been considered almost Squibs."

"What's a Squib?" Althea asked confused.



Three hours later they were standing in the great hall nervously awaiting their sorting.

"Slytherin, I have to be a Slytherin." Althea heard Haley murmur to herself like a mantra.

It was beginning to get on her nerves. Why did everybody except her have a house preference? She still didn't understand the differences. What if she was sorted into the wrong house?

"Harper, Althea!" Marlene's uncle read out.

Would it have helped if Marlene had told him that she was her friend?

Too late now. On wobbly knees Althea walked up to the stool and placed the hat on her head.

"Well, well, well, from the moon colony, are you?" a voice rang inside her head. "That's quite far away. And you came here all alone? That takes a lot of courage. You miss your family, though and you want to make good friends. Hm ... either Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, I think."

Hufflepuff? But she didn't even know anyone from Hufflepuff! She'd only met Ravenclaws and Gryffindors so far, and a lot of people who wanted to be Slytherins.

"I see." said the hat. "Gryffindor!"

Althea quickly took off the hat. Where was the Gryffindor table again? Oh there, it had to be the one that was clapping so loudly. Simon was sitting there, too and he'd said that he was a Gryffindor prefect and there was Jessie at the far end.

Simon gave her a thumbs up sign as she sat down next to Jessie and Althea smiled at him in return, but her eyes remained glued to the front of the hall. She had to know where her friends went. They all thought they'd be Slytherins, but she really hoped that at least one would be a Gryffindor.

It took a while until Professor Longbottom finally reached "LaCroix, Jennifer! "

Jenny almost ran to the stool and was promptly sorted into Slytherin as she'd wished and so was "Longbottom, Marlene!" right after her.

"Well, no surprise there." a boy commented to Jessie. "Two typical Slytherin families. Have been for ages."

"Malfoy, Haley!" took longer to sort.

"Gryffindor." the boy commented. "When it takes this long to sort a Malfoy, they always go into Gryffindor."

"Really?" Althea asked her hopefully.

The boy looked at her oddly. Was it improper for a first year to address older students?

"Gryffindor!" the hat announced and Althea jumped up and welcomed Haley with a hug. The poor girl looked like she needed it too. She was devastated about not being in Slytherin.

"Don't worry, we'll stick together." Althea tried to console her. "We're going to have a great time."

"But Arria has been my best friend all my life. " sniffed Haley. "We always thought we'd be together."

"Maybe she'll be a Gryffindor too." Althea suggested. "She hasn't been sorted, yet."

"Snapes never become Gryffindors." Haley shook her head. "They're Slytherins or Ravenclaws."

Arria took very long on the stool. Althea was beginning to get worried when she suddenly sat up very straight.

"Gryffindor." the hat said sounding a little pouty.

Arria trotted over to them looking about as happy as the hat had sounded.

"Stupid hat." she grumbled, but Haley beamed at her.

"Never mind." the blonde girl consoled her. "We'll just be the best Slytherins a bunch of Gryffindors can be."

In the meantime the sorting moved on: "Tyler, Andrea."

Andy frowned at Professor Longbottom for calling her by her full name and placed the hat on her head.

"Slytherin!" it decided at once.

Andy forgave the Professor right away and proudly marched off to her house table.

The last person to be sorted was "W-I-Ser ... no, sorry, W ... W-EE-S-Leer, Con-Stan-Tine."

"Konstantin." Konstantin corrected. "It's Konstantin Wiesler. Nothing to do with con, or leer."

"Yeah, sure." Jessie commented to the girls at the Gryffindor table. "Nothing at all."

The hat took its time with Konstantin. All around Althea people started commenting about being hungry and that the hat should better hurry up. She felt sorry for poor Konstantin. Didn't anybody even want to give him a chance?

"Gryffindor." the hat finally sighed.

Konstantin jumped up, swiped it off his head and threw it to the floor.

"Was? Verdammter Scheißhut!"

He was very lucky that none of the teachers understood German and they only deducted five points from Gryffindor for the abuse of the sorting hat.

Konstantin made his way to the Gryffindor table in complete silence. Nobody wanted to applaud his sorting, least of all the Gryffindors.

"You mean we have to put up with him in all our classes for seven years?" Arria groaned.

"At least you don't have to share your dorm with him." another new Gryffindor, who, if Althea remembered correctly, had been announced as 'Creevey, Nicholas', commented. "I want a transfer."











Okay, big sorry to Laureselde and Iremione. Somehow your precious, beautiful reviews for chapter 20 were not passed on to me by ff.net's review alert. Which is an even bigger pity, because they are such long, interesting ones. So here are my better late than never answers now:

Laureselde – No jealousy alone is not the reason, but Percy and clever manipulation are. Ron has always wanted to do something special and get recognition for it and if he's told that he'ss doing it for his brother and entire family ... Who said Voldemort asked Luci what he wanted to do? It was a clear and simple order and you know what happens to those who disobey their dark lord. ... Ron didn't think the first attack through well enough. He simply didn't consider the possibility that Ginny would might be close enough to be hit. He was more careful about hat in later attacks. ... Staying with Harry when he was attacked by the half yeti would have meant a high risk to his own life. If Hagrid and the students hadn't been able to subdue the creature, it would have attacked others once it was done with Harry. Going for help was the perfect excuse. ... Lucius tried to train him, yes. Voldemort didn't bother to meet with him personally at all. ... And by so obviously pointing at it, Ron also made sure that everybody else's eyes were on the snitch as well when he fired that spell (and it's a charm, not a curse. It's not even meant to be offensive.). ... Grin! Ron just 'happened' to have a conversation with some other friends that Harry wasn't interested in. He almost sacrificed Hermione in this one, but did his best not to hit her. ... Ron had of course planned running for help ahead of time. He talked several scenarios through with Luci and picked the one he thought fit the situation he found best. (Neither of them knew what Hagrid's next dangerous animal would be.) ... Yes, it was an error of the investigators to assume that Luci, as Potions teacher, would have recognised the potion and found a ay to neutralise it. Sevi could have, but Luci, though he is good at Potions, is not an expert. Ron told him what was on there and all Luci had to do was look up the counter. ... 'Meow?!' Mrs Norris stalks off deeply offended. ... By the way: Ro never was on the suspects list. The boys just never considered him.

Iremione – Like most Slytherins, Susan doesn't find Professor Snape dreadful at all. He is the very image of strong and protective! What a hero! A girl can really feel safe with him around. ... Hermione was on Harry's team, not Sevi's and he just assumed that she was just to moral to pick locks, especially those of her own house mates' private trunks. He didn't think she'd be comfortable with the idea. ... Why not post it? I've got nothing against it, you know. I'm really looking forward to it and maybe some others are too. ... What did Juliana do? My poor girl! ... Huh, me? I'm absolutely sweet and harmless. I'm just a Slytherin. ... Sure, if the teacher's name just happens to be Jose ... Well, I'm pretty sure Drago isn't Latin. I didn't see Gladiator, I'm afraid, but maybe it was just the Spanish translation? Noble Romans had three names, a first name, family name, and a line nickname, that could well have been 'the dragon' Draco. (Tacitus was such a third name. It means 'the silent one' and most people refer to the man as Tacitus. Ceasar, too was the third name of Caius from the family Julius. Someone told me that one means elephant. Cocles = one- eye, Cunctator = the hesitant, Maximus = the great, Sceavola = the left handed ... Is this running away with me? Greenie, stop it!) By the way Comodus and Calligula are third names, too. (I said stop it Greenie!) ... Hermione would not have remained silent, if she'd even suspected who the traitor was. Harry is too dear to her for that. ... Now you know why Slytherins are often so grumpy. ... How many said the right name? Too many! That's why I had to make Seamus this suspect. Sevi overlooked that one can be good at severing charms without being best in class, especially if that class includes one Hermione Granger. ... Intrigued by the muddle? So am I. No, I don't have the slightest idea what it might be either. ... Well, the traitor can always give away Luci's involvement in the whole mess.



And here are the last chapter's review responses:

JKH – Sorry, but I can't write something that I don't have any ideas for. As for Draco and Ginny, who said they even stayed a pair? The future teachers think the Malfoys have Weasley blood, but they aren't sure and if they do, there's no telling what generation it happened in. Maybe a son or grandson or even great grandson of Draco married a descendant of one of Ginny's brothers.

RandiWeasley – Thanks. ... I'd have written more either way, the question was just more of what story. I can't not write. (Though I could perhaps not post, if I had to.)

J. L. Matthews – I intended to write more about Ron's motives, but somehow it never quite seemed to fit. I just couldn't imagine Ron giving a big fiery speech like that. It didn't feel like him. My original idea for the fic was to put several Ron POVs in all through the fic, which would have explained his motives better, but even if I'd have managed never to say his name I couldn't have done it without giving too much away. ... Ah, but I didn't have this written back then. I only had the idea for it. A review from you certainly is worth the writing, though. (And most reviewers wanted this chapter anyway.)

EriEka127 – Done. Hope you liked it.

Ruby – That would have been an option, but in front of everybody else he couldn't do Avada Kedavra and he had nothing more subtle ready. The portkey was the fastest and safest solution.

Thistle – Oh, I'm sure the students are very happy with Luci now, but Albus and Sevi aren't. They have that weird idea that a good teacher teaches his students something. ... Um ... this is an MNS-style epilogue, I'm afraid. That means it's set in the year 2345, so the boys are long gone. ... Mini- sequel. Actually it will be closer to a three chapters long epilogue, so don't expect too much.

Muggle1 – I know. I apparently can't do these things, but I learned a little more about writing action scenes. ... Don't expect too much of the RD 'sequel'. It'll be only about three chapters long.

Grimsdale – Okay.

Laughing Cat – Thanks. Here's the epilogue, hope you liked.

firecracker – A sequel? I'm afraid I don't even have a plot idea for one right now, so it doesn't look good for that at the moment, but never say never. Maybe an idea will strike me someday. Here's the epilogue right now, though.

Pam Briggs – I'm afraid Percy is indeed destined to be misled. He has never thought to judge anything for himself so far and I think he's too old to learn it by now. He will continue to follow the opinions of whoever is his most admired figure of authority at the time. The moment he ends up with a death eater for a boss he will go dark (without being evil. He just can't judge right or wrong for himself.)

zippy zany – Sorry, no hints, but I'm thinking of RD's Sarah, or somebody like her. He would not do well with any of the students, as they are too young and inexperienced to deal with the problems he'd bring into a marriage and his fellow teachers are too old. They're either already married to somebody else, or past the age of having children.

samson – Okay, epilogue it is. There's quite a majority for it. I wonder where all the people who were against it in MNS went ...

Finn the Cat – Thanks. I know, but I didn't find another way to do this. The boys had to know where everybody was during the attacks. ... Mit klauen bin ich nicht so happy, aber wie wär's mit mittels Disclaimer ausborgen? Da hätt ich nicht das Geringste dagegen, würde mich sogar geehrt fühlen. Vielleicht bringt's mir ja sogar den einen oder anderen neuen Leser ein ...

ManicReversed – I don't think this really tied up any loose threads, but tell me what you'd like to know and I'll answer it either in an email, or a review response on the first chapter of my next fic.

Tenshi – Sorry, no sequel ideas in mind right now (and it's a bad idea to write a story without an idea. I remember having to do that in school once. Somebody was hearing steps following him/her and I ended up letting the steps just go away. The professor made me write the whole thing again ... wonder whether she liked the giant robot I finally used as my solution ...)

db – Don't worry, the RD mini sequel will come. It'll be really short, though, so I hope you won't be disappointed.

jamie469 – Ah, I see you guessed exactly what I had in mind. Well done!

kateydidnt – Wow, just how often did you try to send this? Or is it just ff.net that keeps sending multiple copies of your review every day? ... And I was trying so hard to make Seamus suspicious, so nobody would notice Ron! Well, for some people it worked ...

Rosy the Cat – Your wish is my command. (Well, along with all the other readers'.)

katsanders – I'd love to make it a trilogy, but I'm out of ideas on this one, so don't expect anything. Maybe I'll come up with something someday, but if I don't, this is the end and I'll just continue with my other projects now. I have quite a list of plot hedgehogs begging (and stinging) to be written.

Ezmerelda – Grin! I tried very had to get everyone off that trail, so I'm really happy to hear that.

Preppygirl – No, it wasn't, but 'the git' was the traitor. (Sorry, I just never liked Ron and then he mistreated poor Ginny in Slytherin Rising ...)

ME – Nah, if I ever 'go pro', it'll be fantasy, or children's books. Mystery isn't quite it for me. Right now I'm much more inspired to write more fanfiction anyway, though. Those plot hedgehogs keep stinging ...

Keika no Kaiyou – As you saw, they're not in trouble this time. They just met trouble.

Lynn – Blush! Thanks. Hope you liked this epilogue, too.

lillinfields – Thanks.

kalariah – Well, I always planned it for Percy, because I believe that will end up being cannon. As for Ron: If you look back at the ANs and review responses in the later chapters of MNS, there's a point where I go from 'I have no sequel idea' to 'I have an idea that might work'. That's exactly the point from when I knew Ron would go bad.

Marauder3Moony – Well, you can eat some reading this and maybe reread, or eat them while reading my next fic. ... Don't feel bad, I was counting on people to think that.

JerseyPike – It was supposed to show how much had changed (Longbottom a typical Slytherin house, a McGonagall in Hufflepuff ...) and that the Greenies were still around. ... The new one is to show what became of the traitorous Weasleys. ... The RD mini sequel will be out soon, I promise.

Madame Moony – Sorry, but mysteries require that surprise ending, so I couldn't just tell you 'Next chapter is the last one.' ... I'm afraid I can't continue the series. At least not right now. I simply have no plot for it and I have all those other spiky plot hedgehogs inside my head. I won't say I'll never come up with a new idea, but right now it doesn't look like it. My next HP projects are the RD mini sequel, a story called 'The Catar' and then perhaps one I'm tentatively referring to as 'Posessed'. I also might do a one shot titled 'Guard the Base' someday.

Colibi – Grin, I just couldn't resist. Luci was so happy to finally get away and I also wanted to show the OWls as something more akin to our Matura exam, then the way they were in cannon. Had to experiment with that. ... As for the sequel, see the answer right above. I just can't do it right now.

Iremione – A trip to Santiago? Sounds interesting. Oh well, I'll read that on Monday, I'm sure. ... Actually, Sabrina Potter wasn't in this. You can imagine her sunk into her chair at the head table, gasping with shock. Her first year as head of house and those are the first students she's stuck with! The kids wouldn't know that she's their head of house, yet, though, so they haven't noticed. ... Are we talking about the same Ron? ... Careful, no performing magic while you eat your bears! ... Aww, poor Luci. Now you scared him. ... Indeed, Sevi will get those first years under control in no time. 'Ah, but master, it was the shock of realising that you had entrusted such an important mission to that clumsy idiot of a Weasley boy that turned me back!' ... Because Sevi felt like torturing him a little more and the children will all be extremely happy with grades Sevi would never have given them with a clear conscience. Most of them know less then half of what they would have learned from him. ... No, Luci has become rather fond of the idea of Draco marrying Ginny. She might not bring any money with her, but she has the magic, bloodline and will avoid inbreeding as the last marriage between those two houses was lots of generations ago. ... I have considered a whole fic in that time, but right now I'm not taking any new fic ideas on my list. It's too full already.

Don Raphiel – Thanks, I hope you liked the sequel as well. You're just in time to read the whole thing.

Elsa – Ah, Percy manipulated him, but didn't force him. ... A mini sequel to RD, yes. Don't expect too much of it, though. It's almost more oversized epilogue than sequel. -




A/N: That's it. This fic is entirely done. Sniff! Next on my list: I'll post chapters of my Saber Rider and the Star Sheriffs fic the next two weeks, then start the RD mini sequel. After that ... remember the Catar race? ... learn more abut them and see some of our favourite Slytherins turn into big cats in The Catar.