Harry Potter and the Scars of Time
By: Krystal Lily Potter
Chapter One: The Beginning of the End
Rating: AA (which means, around here, 14 and up)
Couples: HP/HG, RW/LL, NL/GW, DT/LB, SF/PP, DM/EM, etc…
Summary: Harry's last year at Hogwarts has finally come but that doesn't mean things will be any easier for him. After last year's horrifying events the school thinks that nothing worse could happen. They were all wrong. The prophecy resurfaces and is dangling in front of Harry, held up by the pain from the past, quite literally. As the world is slowly being morphed outside of the safety of Hogwarts the people inside it are finding out that they cannot hide for much longer and that time is as much their best friend now as it is their worst enemy. What is a person supposed to do when they know they have to face the most evil wizard in history and if they're killed then the rest of the world, magic and muggle is doomed?
Warning: More violence then last time. The mentions of suicide, murder, abuse, rape, and blood are much more pronounced then in the last fic.
I'd like to mention that there will be A LOT more deaths of characters you recognise and some you won't. If you thought I was cruel and brutal in the prequel to this then I don't know what you're going to think of me after reading this story.
Holimontski suggested I take a break…but if I did that I'd go insane! I absolutely love writing and if I didn't write I'd die…LOL!
Sequel to Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
"Not a scar, no visible sign…to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever."
-Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
A small, pudgy man stumbled over the rocks in a small dark cave. His watery eyes looked around nervously and his breath was extremely heavy. Hundreds of little beads of sweat slid down his cheeks.
His small hands fumbled around for a minute as he placed his wand back into his pocket. In the process he tripped and fell onto the ground. A cloud of dirt and dust flew up in front of his face, causing him to choke and sneeze.
After wiping his watery eyes and his nose he continued walking down the sloping passages.
"What have you gotten yourself into now Peter?" he muttered to himself as he slipped down some slippery stones.
This small, pathetic looking man had been dubbed Peter Pettigrew when he was born. He had growing up with his mother in a small, broken down house on the outskirts of England. His father had left and lived in Canada with his older sister, Clara, when he was only a year old. They had moved back when Peter was in fifth year. Clara Pettigrew had finished her sixth and seventh year as a Slytherin in Hogwarts. He discovered that his father and his sister had gone over to the dark side the year after he graduated. He had been desperate to become closer to them so he too became a Death Eater. It hadn't been as hard a decision as he originally thought it would.
In school, at about the middle of his first year, he had become great friends with three other wizards that had been in Gryffindor with him: James Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.
Only one of them was still alive today…
As he walked around the looming stalagmites that rose from the floor he thought about turning into a rat to slip through the piles of rock and see in the dark easier.
A falling stalactite quickly erased any thoughts about turning into his Animagus form. It might be more difficult to navigate without getting hurt as a human but at least he could use his wand in a second's notice and he had less of a chance of being crushed as well.
He wondered bitterly how he had gotten assigned to this mission. It wasn't an important one and it was very dangerous.
In his opinion he thought he deserved a little more appreciation. After all he was the one that had helped their master come fully into the world of the living again.
Peter was a cold man, but he wasn't entirely heartless. He remembered watching Cedric Diggory fall to the ground as he muttered those fateful words no victim liked hearing. He remembered looking at Cedric's lifeless grey eyes for a moment when he had gone to fetch a wand for the duel his master was planning on having. Both times he had felt shame wash through his body, but only for a mere second.
He remembered seeing James once again, even if it was only a cloudy figure. His smoky eyes had looked at Peter with disgust and then back to his struggling son with pride. He remembered watching Lily Potter, James's wife, who was also deceased, whispering something to her son.
It had been a plan of escape as he later realize.
Her son was Harry James Potter, the same Harry Potter that had spared his life when Sirius and Remus had been about to kill him.
Peter himself was willing to admit that he didn't deserve to live. He deserved to die and burn in hell like his sister was at that very moment. He was also willing to admit that Harry was a better person then he would ever be.
Harry, the son of one of his former best friends. He was a kinder person then James had been but he wasn't as cautious as Lily had been. He also had adopted some of Sirius's humour and Remus' deep thinking.
"My debt to you Harry Potter will be paid," Pettigrew said as he fell onto the rocky ground once again, "Mark my words it will be done."
The thought of Harry's family once again reminded him of his sister. Clara Pettigrew or rather Clara Evelyn as she had been known as when she died was not a good person in any way, shape or form. She had married a rich man when she had returned to Canada then she had killed him not long after. She had been the only person to inherit his fortune. She and a few other people had kept up the Death Eater traditions in Canada even though Voldemort had 'died'.
Once Voldemort returned he made Peter leave almost at once to find her. Peter himself had traveled to Canada the muggle way and he had started in Halifax and slowly made his way through the provinces of Nova Scotia, New Brunswick and Quebec until he got to Toronto, Ontario. He had found his sister much easier then he had anticipated originally. She had agreed readily to return to England in order to fight. He didn't go to the department of mysteries because after his trip they used the rest of the time to plan out her moves carefully as well as research the legend about the Half Blood Prince.
He had found out she was even worse then he thought she was. She had even fooled the great Albus Dumbledore into believing she was an innocent and sweet girl. And he knew that she was the sister of the traitor, Peter Pettigrew…
In Peter's opinion, as painful as it was for him to think, let alone say, he thought Evelyn had gotten exactly what she deserved. She took the coward's way out of the pain. Instead of waiting for the fire that consumed her body to slowly kill her she had killed herself. But he couldn't blame her…he would have done the same.
While in his thoughts Peter hadn't been paying attention to exactly what he was doing and he hadn't realized he had trudged onto a wooden platform until it broke under his weight and he fell down a steep rock slide.
He tumbled roughly into a large chamber. His watery eyes squinted as a bright light consumed them. He shielded his eyes with his arm and stared at what was emitting such bright yet attractive light.
It was an orb. It strongly reminded him of the orbs that held prophecies in the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic but it was bigger. Plus the fog on the inside of it not only was glowing brightly but it was changing colours too.
He studied it and would have swore he saw it somewhere before but he couldn't have said where for the life of him.
Peter approached it slowly and cautiously but as he neared it a warm, fuzzy healing grew in his stomach and he knew he was not in danger in any way. As he walked up to it he noticed there was an open book with blank parchment in it, a quill and a large ink well.
He touched it and jumped as writing appeared on it.
Hello mortal that has stumbled across this room. Who are you?
After thinking for a moment whether to answer it or not he reached over and picked up the quill, dipped it into the ink then wrote while speaking, "My name is Peter Pettigrew."
Hello Peter. You must be wondering who this is your talking to, correct? Well I cannot answer that but I can answer what the orb is, if you'd like to know.
"I would," Peter muttered.
I can tell you on one condition. You must either use it after you know or have your memory erased about it. Do you accept these terms?
After thinking for a minute he said and wrote, "I accept."
Excellent. This orb you see before you Peter Pettigrew is the ancient Orb of Efil. Have you heard about it?
"Yes, my former friend's wife, Lily, read a lot. She told us all legends about the Orb of Efil or the Orb of Life as it is called," he wrote. "She said that it had the powers to bring back one, and only one person from the dead but the person that uses it must give up their life as well.
Correct. The Orb of Efil, or Life was created to show up in a time when it was needed. This is one of these times. The orb has appeared to bring one person and only one back from the dead. There is no specific person or side it can be used for. Whoever finds it may use it. Do you want to use it Peter Pettigrew?
Peter read the writing over carefully then wrote, "I'm not positive."
Think of someone you would like to bring back. Think of them. Touch the Orb and state whether you chose to use the orb or forget about it.
Peter thought about it and some previous thoughts appeared in his mind. The words 'she deserved it' echoed through his mind.
He placed his dirt covered hand onto the orb and said, "I choose to…"
Harry Potter pulled his shiny, black car into his Aunt and Uncle's driveway with pride. In the passenger seat beside him sat his cousin Dudley Dursley.
Harry Potter had turned into quite a looker over the years. When he was eleven years old he had been small and awkward looking. Now he was tall with lean muscles, vivid emerald green eyes to die for and his shaggy raven black hair that covered his famous lightning bolt scar was streaked with a dark red. Not to say he was perfect. Oh no, dear Harry was far from it, even his loving girlfriend would claim so.
Dudley Dursley on the other hand had flat, slick, normal blond hair, not to light and not to dark, watery blue eyes and he had lost a lot of weight as well, no longer did he resemble an adolescent killer whale. He wasn't perfectly skinny though, he just went from enormous to big. If someone asked Harry he would say Dudley looked like a pig again but it was an improvement from where he had been before.
The two had come to an understanding that summer. Harry had saved Dudley's life twice and his cousin repaid him by being as nice as he could without it being too odd for them. They got along to a point but after that they could be worst enemies.
One of the things that they had agreed on was that Harry would drive Dudley majority of the time when he needed one and in return Dudley promised not to rat Harry out about when he snuck out of the house at night. All Harry did was go and sit on the roof or just go out for walks at night but it was enough that if Uncle Vernon found out it would be the end of him.
Dudley walked into the house and Harry could hear him talk to Aunt Petunia. Harry took his time getting out and picked up a case from the backseat and threw it over his shoulder. He took a minute of his time to look down the street at the empty house that once belonged to Brad and Mark Evans.
Brad had been his mother's half brother on her father's side, making Mark Harry's cousin. Mark, like Harry, had been a wizard in Gryffindor but he had died taking the killing curse for Harry at the end of last year. At first nobody was sure what had become of Brad Evans after he buried his son, he had simply disappeared, but his body had been found. The reason his body had been found, not him, was because apparently after Mark had died he spent all his money on liquor and had died from alcohol poisoning. He hadn't had a wife, Mark's mother had left him so many years ago that when Mark was alive he said he didn't remember her at all. Brad then lost his only son and the pressure must have been too great for him. No parent wants their children to die before they do.
They were buried side by side now.
He walked into the house and kicked off his shoes, then nodded to his Aunt, who was waiting by the door.
She nodded back and both went on their own ways. Neither of them liked each other at all but they respected each other as well. Harry said he hated her last summer and he still felt that way. Well maybe he didn't HATE the Dursleys but he extremely disliked them.
Harry climbed the stairs to his room and placed the case gently on the floor and threw himself onto his bed. He was very bored now and this summer with the Dursleys had been a very interesting one. They had gone on a vacation! Harry had actually gone with them to Mexico! He found he didn't burn easily in the sunlight so there wasn't much need for sun block. His skin had gotten a fairly good tan from his time outside. Along with his tan the streaks in his hair had slowly appeared. Petunia had commented about how it was the exact same colour that Lily's hair had been. He had gotten his friends some souvenirs when he was there too. He had also found many interesting magical things that Muggles wouldn't have noticed and had learned a lot. Hermione would certainly be jealous.
While he was on vacation Harry had found he had a new talent…he could play the guitar! He tried playing the drums and the keyboard to but he wasn't what someone would call successful at that. On most instruments he was the type of person that dogs would howl along with. He had talked to some guy in a shop and tried playing one. The man insisted he had a natural talent and Harry bought one. It was slick with black and emerald green on it. He absolutely loved it and the guy at the shop said the colours suited him. He would sing along with the songs he learned but his voice wasn't exactly Simple Plan good. Although he wouldn't be getting a recording contract anytime soon his voice actually wasn't THAT bad.
He opened the case he had and pulled his guitar out. After strumming a few notes on it he started playing and singing to the song.
I never thought I'd die alone
I laughed the loudest who'd have known
I traced the cord back to the wall
No wonder it was never plugged in at all
I took my time, I hurried up
The choice was mine, I didn't think enough
I'm too depressed, to go on
You'll be sorry when I'm gone
Honestly he only meant half the things in the song. It was performed by Blink-182 but he liked the sound of it. He wasn't thinking about committing suicide or anything but he wasn't the happiest person lately.
I never conquered, rarely came I never thought I'd die alone
16 just held such better days
Days when I still felt alive
We couldn't wait to get outside
The world was wide, too late to try
The tour was over we'd survived
I couldn't wait till I got home
To pass the time in my room alone
Another six months I'll be unknown
Give all my things to all my friends
You'll never set foot in my room again
You'll close it off, board it up
Remember the time that I spilled the cup
Of apple juice in the hall
Please tell mom this is not her fault
I never thought I'd die alone
He absolutely loved playing the guitar and couldn't wait to show his girlfriend, Hermione Granger, the talent he had acquired. He was exited to show her, that is, as long as she didn't expect him to start singing love songs to her or something.
I never conquered, rarely came I never conquered, rarely came
16 just held such better days
Days when I still felt alive
We couldn't wait to get outside
The world was wide, too late to try
The tour was over we'd survived
I couldn't wait till I got home
To pass the time in my room alone
Tomorrow holds such better days
Days when I can still feel alive
When I can't wait to get outside
The world is wide, the time goes by
The tour is over, I'd survived
I can't wait till I get home
To pass the time in my room alone
I never conquered, rarely came
He stopped playing then put the guitar away. He knew he could only play so much until Uncle Vernon would come raging up at him.
He fell onto his bed again and was about to have a light nap when Vernon yelled, "POTTER!"
Sighing to himself he rolled off his bed and walked into the hall. His eyes seemed bored but he seemed interested all together. He loved seeing his uncle attempt to frighten him.
"Yes Uncle Vernon?" he asked dully.
"Sit," Vernon said and Harry plopped down opposite of Dudley.
"As you all know I am having a sophisticated (Harry snorted) part tonight. Petunia you have your dress picked out?"
"Yes Vernon dear," she said briskly.
"Now Dudders I'm sorry to say but you cannot be part of this," Vernon said slowly. "There will be alcohol in the drinks and you need none of that."
Harry smirked at Dudley; he knew that his cousin got drunk regularly but he was not a rat in any sort and wouldn't blab on him. The only time Harry might is if the person he was telling on was about to kill or hurt some one really badly or do something to him or herself.
"Potter I don't want you there at all anyways," he growled sharply. "So you'll have to go too."
"Wouldn't want to be there," Harry muttered. "I don't feel like seeing a pig in a tuxedo."
"What was that?" he growled dangerously.
"Only saying that I wouldn't dream of ruining your party Uncle," he said in a chipper voice. This time it was Dudley who snorted.
"Right," Aunt Petunia said, breaking the silence. "Vernon what are we going to do with them tonight?"
"Both of you will be upstairs. Dudley you can amuse yourself with your computer games and such. Potter I don't want to hear from you," Vernon said in a threatening tone.
Harry wasn't afraid of his uncle in the least anymore; actually he found it quite amusing to watch his uncle's face turn the colour of a prune when he was angry or distressed. He got an amusing show of that when an angry Moody showed up after they had returned from vacation.
"I'm warning you Potter, no funny business," Vernon said darkly.
"Or what?" he replied. "You'll throw me out of the house? Not that I'd care but I don't think Moody would be too happy with that."
"Who's this Moody?" Vernon asked cautiously.
"He's the one with the magical eye," Harry said. No longer did he fear using the word magic in front of the Dursleys. None of them liked it but no one did anything to stop him. Petunia had informed the rest of the family that this year Harry would be allowed to do magic outside of school so they acted like he was a bomb. Except for Dudley of course who went out of his way to make certain arrangements for his safety with Harry.
Although Harry had no control over Fred and George Weasley, who told him in a letter that they were planning to stop by sometime. If they showed up they had a free for all with the Dursleys.
Harry smirked as Vernon's face turned the 'delicate shade' of a prune once again and he said, "Go to your room."
"Gladly," he replied. Standing up and walking away he made sure Vernon and Petunia saw the smile on his face just to bug them.
Harry was strumming a few notes on his guitar. He could hear the Dursley's guests downstairs chatting. There was a bit of old fashioned music floating through the air and he himself wanted to die of boredom. He was honestly glad he was in his room, not downstairs where it seemed all anyone had to do was sit around and talk about work, the weather or how teenagers these days were very impolite and rude.
"I'll be damned if I turn out like that," he muttered. Of course he had no clue if he was even going to even live to see his 18th birthday, let alone get a job and raise a family.
He thought it was slightly odd thinking about that sort of thing. It never really hit him until now that he was growing up. Actually he was probably physically done growing or almost done. He had shot up a lot from the little pathetic kid he had been before to a height of 6'1''. According to Remus he was taller then his father had been by one inch yet he was shorter then Sirius by three inches and he knew he was the same height as Remus. James had always been the shortest of them all (not including Pettigrew because no one liked to talk about him).
Harry set his guitar down and laid back on his bed. His eyes opened and closed as he looked at his surroundings.
Homework, homework, random book, broken shelf, Dobby, homework, a case for contacts—wait.
Harry's head shot back and he jumped with shock when he saw Dobby sitting on a chair staring at him. "Merlin Dobby! You scared the hell out of me."
"Dobby is sorry Harry Potter," he said, and grabbed his ears, pulling them gently. "But Dobby has come with a message."
"A message, from who?" he asked with interest and faced the elf.
"From no one sir. Dobby was just cleaning the staff room at Hogwarts when Dobby heard Masters Snape and Mathers talking about Harry Potter sir. Theys were saying that he-who-must-not-be-named is planning on striking Harry Potter within the week at his home sir."
"What?" Harry said, his eyes widening. "You don't need to repeat that."
"Yes sir," Dobby said and watched Harry.
"When?" he asked after a few minutes of thought.
"Dobby is not knowing when," he said in a sorry voice.
"It's ok," Harry replied and walked over to his window, looking out it. "If it happens we'll know. There are Aurors and Order members out there at all times of day."
"Dobby is worried for Harry Potter," Dobby said suddenly. "He thinks that Harry Potter should be away from the horrid Muggles and back in Hogwarts."
"I will be soon enough," he said with a slight smile. Suddenly there was footsteps heading towards his room and he demanded in an alarming tone, "Go, hurry!
Dobby disappeared with a crack just as there was a knock on the door.
Harry launched himself across the room and opened it to see Petunia standing in front of him. "I found this. It's not magical in anyway but it was Lily's so I suppose you should have it. I don't want any piece of my so called sister's items in my house anymore." She passed him a mirror then said, "I found it in the cupboard when looking for something." With that she closed the door.
Harry studied it and found it was much too feminine for him to keep so he decided it would be a great present to give to Hermione. He wrapped it in a loose brown paper and set it between a set of his school robes in his trunk.
He hadn't unpacked all his stuff yet. In fact he wasn't planning on it. He was given an old suitcase by Petunia to throw a week's worth of cloths in for their trip to Mexico. He did and when they came back he threw everything in the wash then back into his trunk and gave back the ratty suitcase.
Deciding to sit back and do a little more homework he looked over at the pile of books he took out of his trunk. He had taken all of the books out he needed so he wouldn't have to bother getting anything else out of his trunk from underneath his pile of cloths.
Picking up his assignment sheet he looked it over it dully. The teachers had made up for the lack of homework last year by giving them double of it this summer it seemed. Plus there was the fact that this year they had their NEWTs as well. He had homework in every class.
Transfiguration – Write an essay on the process of changing on animal to another and give examples
Potions – Write an essay on the properties of fire stones and their uses in potions. List the potions it's used in
Defense Against the Dark Arts – Read the last three chapters and answer questions 1-30
Charms – Write a page on the Two-Way Mirror Charm
Ancient Runes – Explain the origin of Runes and their uses
Ancient Magical History – Write an essay on the magical wars of Rome vs. Carthage
Healing – Read pages 195 – 215 and answer questions 2-5, 7-18, 20-46
Care of Magical Creatures – Research Nymphs and write a page on them
Herbology– Research Tigrus Lilitha and answer questions 1-10
Harry groaned. He already got Herbology out of the way and the same with Defense Against the Dark Arts so he supposed he'd better he to work on the rest of it. He decided to take Hermione's advice and get an order on the way he was doing things. After a little bit of thought he'd do his Healing work and get the questions out of the way. Then he'd do Potions, Transfiguration, History, Ancient Runes, Charms and then Care of Magical Creatures. He hoped that he would be at Grimmauld place soon so Hermione could help him with it.
Harry awoke the next morning tired from doing so much work last night. He had almost totally completed his Potions Essay which was currently taking up residence on his bedside table.
Much to his amusement his Uncle was in bed smashed for lack of a better word. Petunia was exhausted and refused to get up that day. It pretty much gave him and Dudley free reign of the house.
Harry was taking a walk and he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the Granger's home. Hermione didn't live there anymore; neither did her little sister Nicola since they chose their friends over their family.
He noticed with alarm that Helen Granger, Hermione's mother, was walking straight towards him.
"Harry," she called out to him and he stopped walking, losing all his hope that she might just have been going to check her mail box.
He faced her and said, "Yes Mrs. Granger?"
"Petunia told me last night that she found Lily's old mirror and gave it to you, correct?" she asked.
"Yes but I'm planning on giving it to Hermione," he explained. "It's a little too…girlish for my likings."
She cracked a light smile and said, "How is Hermione?"
"Last I heard, which was yesterday, she was great," he said "Same with Nicola."
"That's nice," she said and nodded. "Now on the topic of giving you Lily's things I too have something. You'll probably be leaving soon and not coming back, right?"
"Hopefully in a week or two," he stated.
"Well I have something I meant to give to you last year but I didn't get a chance to," she said and then said, "Come inside for a moment won't you?"
Harry followed her awkwardly up to her house and stayed inside beside the front door.
It was almost at once that another one of the Grangers discovered him. It happened to be the oldest of the Granger children, Olivia. She was 20 now and Harry knew her as nothing less then a snob. Even Dudley agreed on that and his choice of woman wasn't as selective as many others were.
"You're Potter," she said coldly.
"Yeah I am," he said simply. He knew there was also two other Granger kids in the house, Connor and Darren. Connor was about 9 now and Darren would have been 19.
The one thing that made Harry extremely tense and nervous was Mr. Paris Granger. He was a tall man and had an unpleasant look to him. His sharp eyes landed on Harry and he said, "Who is this Olivia?"
"Harry Potter father," she said sweetly. "I don't know what he's doing here though."
"I've giving him something of his mothers," Helen snapped. "Honestly Paris you are too strict." She passed him the book. "I put a note inside of it about how I had it. Before you leave I wanted to ask, are Nicola Hermione happy where they are now?"
Harry stared at her for a minute then he said, "The last I check, yes."
"What are you, Hermione's boyfriend or something?" Paris snapped.
Harry's eyes flashed and he said, "Yes I am actually."
There was a pause then all Harry did was turn around and walk in the other direction with a, "Thank you Mrs. Granger. I'll tell Hermione and Nicola you asked about them. Also, before I go, I just wanted to say that choosing to give you guys up was the hardest decision they ever had to make and they both really do miss you all…a lot."
With that he left the Grangers property and returned home to look at the photo album.
When he reached the porch of the Dursleys house he sat down and opened the album. He grabbed the letter and read it quietly to himself.
I am sure you are well aware that I am three years older then your mother was but that doesn't mean anything to me. When we were younger Lily was like a little sister to me. Brad and Petunia would wander off all the time and leave the poor darling alone in her yard. I became friends with her and we were friends until I got married. She was at my wedding actually as my maid of honor, even though she was only 17 at the time. I too was at your mother's wedding to James Potter and I must say you look do look like him a lot but I see your mother in you as well.
These pictures are ones I had from when we were younger, before, during and after Hogwarts days. They go right up to her wedding, and then I never saw her again. The only word I heard of Lily Marie Evans Potter was when Hermione read all those books on you just after she got her letter.
Keep the images close to your heart even though you don't have the memories. There are letters to Nicola and Hermione in he envelope too. Please give them to my daughters.
Good Luck on what life throws at you and please take care of my daughter.
Harry stared at the note, then placed the envelope into one of the empty plastic sleeves so it wouldn't be lost and started looking through the pictures in the thick album.
So what did you think of the first chapter to Scars of Time?
I know the title doesn't seem THAT interesting but I promise it will get better. It's going to be sorta like Half Blood Prince…it will follow the same basic time line. You know, Christmas and stuff like that.
I can promise you this story will be longer then Half Blood Prince as well.
Keep in mind that this fic is only at the beginning and if you have suggestions or ideas then you could
The song was "Adam's Song" by Blink-182 just so you know. Sometimes if I see the lyrics to a song that seems pretty interesting in a fic and they don't say what it's called or who it's by I get annoyed.
Now before anybody gets a head of themselves the mirror Harry got is just a normal mirror, there's NOTHING special about it at all. NOTHING! Na-da!
Also there's nothing special about the album either. Mrs. Granger was never a witch and neither was Mr. Granger.
There names I got from the Greek myth about Troy. The reason I named Hermione's father Paris, not Menelaus like the Hermione in the myth's father was is because I like Paris better. Actually I kinda picked that up from the movie Troy because I like Orlando Bloom. (LOL)
Also in this fic I'm actually going to try to do well with spelling and grammar so if you spot something that REALLY bugs you tell me. I already read this chapter over three times but I'm kinda pathetic so I probably have hundreds of grammar and typo errors in it. Just so you know though…my author's notes don't count! They can be as messy as I want them to be!
Please read and review! I'd be a hypocrite if I said I didn't want reviews…
Krystal Lily Potter