Early the next morning

"Don't think that I've gone completely insane when I say this…"

"But…?"

Hermione ran a finger across Minerva's collarbone. "But… sometimes I wish we were back on our Island."

The older woman put an arm around her mates shoulders. "Feeling insecure again?"

"Overwhelmed mostly. We're at war. People are treating me like a kid one minute and like something terrifying the next. It was funny at first but now they actually seem scared of me."

"The fire thing was terrifying, in all fairness."

Hermione shrugged, "I'm terrified of what is happening to us, to me, around us. Seems a pretty normal state to be in during a war."

"The changes to my body seem to have slowed, though I am concerned about some of your behavioural changes around me but that's the extent of my worries about us. In some ways 'us' is the only thing that makes sense and some days it's definitely the only thing holding me together."

Minerva pulled the young naked body of her lover against her own before continuing, "There are times when your magic scares me, not because you scare me but because of the risk you may channel something that you cannot control and get hurt or worse."

They were quiet for some time, both lost in their own thoughts, exhausted from the events of the day but neither completely trusting the wards that hid them. "What's next?" Surprisingly this came from the more experienced witch.

"We need to find the last of his horcruxes - the snake. Unless we can target his inner circle and ultimately Him, we are just going to end up having to kill a lot of people, most of whom are following him because they think they have no choice."

She swallowed before continuing, "While he is effectively immortal this will never be over."

"Who could help us?"

Hermione sat up excited, "Andromeda was, is, a Black there's probably quite a lot she could tell us even if she doesn't realise it. Her family were deeply involved in the Knights of Walpurgis for centuries and we know a lot of their traditions and properties were handed down to the Death Eaters."

"Certainly worth a try." Minerva smiled at her mate. "There's also another portrait of Albus we can probably get access to, he spent decades trying to understand who Tom Riddle was."

They stayed up for a few more hours brainstorming before falling into a fitful exhausted slumber.

The meeting the next day rapidly descended into shambles, they had a list of targets that they had gotten from Bellatrix and getting people to agree on one was almost impossible. "We need to strike one now and build on the momentum we got from the Ministry."

Hermione supported her lover and spoke up, "Which means we need to pick one, sooner rather than later. We all know this. The short list is as follows; selected targets within Knockturn Alley, Greystone Court in Berkshire, Radley Hall in Northumberland or what's left of Azkaban."

"What about St. Mungo's?"

Minerva didn't know who spoke but her answer was flat, "We are not going to start attacking civilian targets. The second we do that, we are no better than they are and it will not help our cause. We need public support to win. Aside from the fact that it's wrong. I shouldn't be needing to tell you this."

More hubbub.

"Every location will damage their cause to some extent. Knockturn Alley still holds artifacts, supplies and books that they need. Resistance should be initially light but reinforcements won't be far behind. Should be a pretty quick 'in and out' if we divide and pick our targets." Minerva favoured this option, it was clear to Hermione.

"Greystone and Radley are going to be harder to get into, our information puts a permanent occupying force at least twenty five strong there. Both locations are reportedly stocked with supplies and potions, it's possible that there may be captives or useful intelligence there. Again we will need to aim to kill where possible. It should put a dent in their forces but we would need to go in fast and search quickly before destroying the building."

Minerva looked over at the younger witch who was leaning against some broken stonework where they had pinned maps. Hermione took over, "That just leaves Azkaban. It has a lot of unknowns. It's unlikely there are supplies there but it is fairly likely that captives may be held within. Rumor has it that at least some of the Dementers have returned and it's folly to believe that there won't be any human defenders. It's also more than possible that they know we would prioritise it and it's a trap. I don't know if it's worth it or why it's even on the short list."

Chaos erupted. Hermione felt the urge to face palm, maybe she could have picked her words better but she didn't see why anyone would prioritise an abandoned prison over real viable targets, on the miniscule chance that a friend might be there.

Minerva held up a hand in a brusque gesture, given that most of those present had been taught by her, it was one they recognised and everyone fell silent. "Hermione is right, there is no appreciable reason to go to Azkaban. If enough of you are adamant there is another option. We could split into two forces; the larger hitting Knockturn drawing their reinforcements to London, while the second group attacks Azkaban, say ten minutes later. I however, have serious reservations about this as a choice of target."

This time it was a completely different kinds of uproar. Minerva caught Hermione's gaze once again, wordlessly communicating their frustration and the sheer stupidity of people en masse. It looked like they would be splitting their force and fighting two battles at the same time, whilst hoping that making the concession wouldn't come back to bite them in the ass.

Pete Doherty, a middle aged wizard with a distinct brogue stood up and raised his hand like a schoolboy. "Mr Doherty?"

"I don't care which team I'm on, as long as I get to be with the crazy elemental witch." He paused and looked at Minerva's clenched fists before turning back to Hermione. "No disrespect Miss but it's lucky to go into battle with an elemental witch."

The young witch frowned curiously before smiling, "And the crazy part?"

He shrugged. "The thing at the Ministry. That was pretty mental."

Another gaze was exchanged by the two women. "Alright everyone, we are going to do a vote of hands."

Hermione chucked her hoody against the wall of their tent. "I hate this Minerva and what I hate most of all is the fact that it was your idea." She shrugged into the combat ready outer robes George had made for them angrily. "Didn't you think about how this would affect me, us?"

Minerva caught the pacing young woman in an embrace, "I'm sorry. And no I didn't think, I should have." She kissed soft chestnut hair, "I'm not used to considering anyone else and I know that's a lousy excuse but I just got so focused on giving this piss take of a mission the best possible chance…"

"I know." Hermione kissed her mate properly, returning the embrace. "It's just… and I know this is going to sound ridiculously childish and clingy but we haven't left each other since the island. Much less in battle."

"I feel it too and letting you go into battle alone is the last thing I want but the Azkaban team needs someone experienced there and there are few enough of us left. Their best chance of coming back is if I go with them. And the Knockturn team need you, at The Ministry you proved that you can save innocents while channelling incredible magic, your place is there. This won't be the last time either Hermione, there will be times when we need to be apart."

Hermione let her lover pull her onto the sofa, drawing her into another kiss. "If you aren't at the rendezvous I will be coming after you and I swear to god that I will take that place apart stone by stone if I have to."

"I have no intention of leaving you, not now I've found you. I'll be careful if you are too."

A few hours later Hermione was in charge of a small team, huddled on a rooftop near Borgin and Burke's. Not far in fact, from where Harry had hidden several years earlier to spy on Draco Malfoy. A glance at the luminous dial on her watch told her that their assault was due to start in four minutes.

Sitting on one side of her was Pete from earlier in the day, true to his word he had volunteered for the initial team. The other side held Fiona Maddox, a former Auror trainee who had been a Hufflepuff a few years ahead of her at Hogwarts. The others she wasn't so sure of but Minerva had hand picked her team, so they must be pretty good.

"What's an elemental witch anyway?"

"I thought you'd know." Pete shrugged, "It's a legend from the old country, my Grandmother used to tell me. An elemental witch is born only like once in a hundred years, she has powers over natural forces that cannot be explained. She comes at a time when the world most needs help, capable of so much power, few stand against her in battle but that isn't all she is. An elemental witch can unite wizards and creatures, stand up for those who have no one. Seems like that is you kid."

One minute left.

"I guess we'll see. Get ready everyone."

Thirty seconds.

Hermione crouched at the edge of the roof and prepared to cast the charm that would let her jump down safely, knowing that all around Knockturn Alley were other teams doing the same thing. For a single moment she sent out a mental plea for Minerva's safety, just in case anyone was listening.

Ten

The fingers that weren't gripping her wands began to shake as adrenaline coursed through her body. Thoughts of Minerva turned off as she focused completely on the mission at hand.

Five

Spreading the fingers of her free hand behind her where they could be seen Hermione silently counted down from five for the people to the rear. When her watch reached the hour, she jumped. "Bombarda." The door on the shop blew inwards and her team hustled inside. The shopkeeper was thrown into a wall by someone's hastily cast hex and they were in the main room. "Check him."

Fiona pulled up his sleeve, spying the serpent tattoo becoming popular amongst followers too unimportant to earn a dark mark. "Tat. He isn't going to live long enough to cause us a problem anyway."

Another team member called, "Granger there's like a ton of Dark Magic supplies here and a few boxes of supplies we could use."

"Grab what we need. Torch what we don't." She chucked the man who had spoken, a charmed bag to fit the crates into.

"Done."

They lit the building on fire and ran across the alley to their next target, a clothes merchant who was a well known supporter of Voldemort.

Surprisingly they found very few clothes in the shop; it was stocked with illegal potion supplies, endangered animal parts, confiscated wands she could sense from across the room and some wooden crates nailed shut. Hermione was called over to examine them and found what television had informed her to be an arsenal of illicit muggle weaponry. "These and the wands.". The items were added to the bag and again they destroyed the building.

The team had to take cover on the way to their third target, the sound of explosions and the plumes of smoke had drawn reinforcements, far sooner and in greater numbers than expected. On the bright side, they could see a steady stream of late afternoon shoppers running out of the alley, away from the hexes and curses, so the potential for civilian casualties was going way down by the second.

They were pinned, trying fruitlessly for several minutes to get closer to the target but to no avail. A Patronus appeared next to her, it belonged to Rosmerta, their familiarity allowing it to find her in the chaos. "We need to call it Hermione."

"Agreed." She turned to Pete, "Sound the signal to fall back to the rendezvous point." While he was doing that Hermione 'reached out' with her magic, feeling her team, the other rebels and Voldemort's forces. Without her understanding or approval, the magic twisted somehow; showing her the makeup of the buildings, the wizarding plumbing beneath the ground. Deeper still the muggle electrical, water and... gas lines. "Go, I'll be right behind you."

Ignoring her wand Hermione felt for the gas main again and tore it in two, the sudden drop in pressure causing alarms to sound throughout the city. Another pulse of magic collapsed a section of ground bringing a now sparking electrical cable into contact with the pocket of gas that she had created.

The very air itself seemed to be pushed from her lungs by the explosion and the ground rose then fell under her feet with startling alacrity in the split second before she apparated away.

The blast was felt for miles. Much of central London was left without utilities for days. The muggle government would blame it on an accident. The Wizarding government left homeless by the fall of the Ministry said nothing. According to the Daily Prophet it was the fault of witches or wizards unknown.

And rumours of resistance began to mount.

Meanwhile

The beast within Minerva keenly felt the absence of her mate and she shivered as much from that sensation as the mist and feeling of foreboding rolling off of Azkaban. She clutched her broom a little tighter, wishing for a moment that the light side knew Voldemort's skill of flying sans broom. Unfortunately they didn't and boats would have been too slow. Which is why they were about to undertake what amounted to the highest stakes game of Quidditch that she had ever partaken in.

"You all have your assignments. We need to land as quickly as possible, A team you're with me heading for the roof. B team heads for the boat dock. We meet in the middle, then back up and we're gone.

I've no interest in taking prisoners, unless they're damned interesting. Any civilians or our people we bring with us however possible. B team you will place your charges in two points on every floor. A team will plant charges and two members will hold each floor until we all come back up. From the time the first potion is placed we have ten minutes and it will blow, I want us out in eight."

She shuddered and added, "Make sure that you're thinking happy thoughts, anyone who gets kissed by a Dementor is staying here."

"There might not be any," Penelope Clearwater said timidly.

"Can't you feel them?" Minerva's question was simple and soft because the answer was abundantly clear.

"It's not helping Professor. How can I hope when those monsters suck everything good away?"

"Without hope we have nothing left to aim for and we may as well give up now." Minerva drew in a deep breath, "Alright folks, it's time." With a hard kick she launched herself off from the ground, hearing the rest of her team follow.

The next ten minutes were a blur; trying to hold her broom steady while dodging hexes, throwing out her own curses and trying to hold on to her patronus. When she was close enough Minerva rolled off of her Nimbus and onto the hard slate of the roof, the move was unorthodox but allowed her to take cover behind a vent.

Her overpowered "Depulso Maxima," knocked four Death Eaters off of the roof and almost certainly killed them. Minerva couldn't allow herself to think about her actions, there wasn't the time for that. Her team was three short when they landed behind her, which was just another thing she didn't have time to dwell on.

Penelope pulled her delayed explosive out of her bag, activated it and placed it next to the staircase leading in, she watched the rest of the team run downwards and proceeded to cover their backs with her partner. Without roof access, they would struggle to retreat. She had to hold it at any and all cost. Nine minutes left.

On each floor they found empty cells and offices. They headed deeper and deeper into the maze that was Azkaban, planting charges as they went. There were only a few more guards but so far they had found no prisoners. They had reached halfway by the five minutes mark but there was no sign of the other team.

The last of their charges were planted, they were a little short due to the missing members of her team but they still had enough to render the top half of the prison to rubble. "Minerva." Three members of the second group rushed up the stairs with the limp body of a wizard in filthy robes between them.

Four minutes.

"Who is it?" In answer to Minerva's question, the man was tossed at her feet. She bent down to sweep the dirty hair from his face, despite the filth and dried blood she recognised Draco Malfoy instantly. The sounds of explosions, hexes and curses had followed them up the stairs.

One final witch ran up the stairs, "We have to go, there's too many. Everyone else is dead."

Minerva pointed her wand at the stairs, "Grab him and fall back." She shot a blasting curse at the stairwell, partially collapsing it before heading for the roof herself.

Fighting their way out was much harder than getting in. They lost another three people in the process and by the time they got back to Penelope's position, Minerva was bleeding from a wound on her face, had a burn on her neck and was covered in dust. "Accio broom."

Thirty seconds left.

Someone helped her haul Malfoy's limp body onto the front of her Nimbus before launching themselves from the tower. The former Quidditch player spun quickly around to face their pursuers, casting as many spells as she could wandlessly as both hands were occupied. "Now." Her screamed command caught the attention of everyone still on or near the roof.

Even using her magical reserves to boost the speed of the racing broom, Minerva almost didn't outrun the massive explosion as Azkaban imploded behind her. The concussive wave almost caused her to lose control and plummet into the sea. Luckily at that point she felt herself reach the edge of the anti-apparation wards and she thought of Hermione, concentrating on getting herself safely back to the rendezvous point.

The place that the two teams had agreed to meet was a ruined fortress tucked away in a valley in the Cairngorms. Mostly forgotten by muggles and wizards alike; it was far away from any path or roads, from higher ground or the air it looked like a jumble of rocks and was far from unique or remarkable. Which made it a good place for a hideout or field hospital, despite the openness of the landscape.

Tucked away in the lea of two partially collapsed walls were two large tents, hidden by a number of charms. One was for meetings and the other a medical tent, manned by Poppy and a few Muggleborn Healers who had fled St. Mungo's the previous year.

Hermione had ensured that all of the teams involved in the raid were accounted for and were being treated if required but her mind wasn't on it, if truth be told. She was perched on a collapsed wall, waiting for Minerva to return. She had killed an unknown number of Death Eaters with that explosion and one of the teams had lost two men but she couldn't even focus on that. Her need to know the older woman was safe was all consuming, an overwhelming compulsion she couldn't deny even to herself.

It was less than half an hour before Minerva and her team appeared. The longest thirty minutes of Hermione's life in fact and the last two were certainly the scariest.

The group that had left earlier had been decimated. There had been thirty. Fourteen returned and Minerva wasn't among them. Hermione felt her chest clench so tightly that she couldn't take a breath. Her vision swam and she leapt to her feet. In the two minutes it took for her to run over to them she ran through a thousand what-if scenarios in her mind and after the last year she could imagine new terrors.

She let out a strangled sob when Minerva appeared out of nowhere with an audible pop. The older woman broom was barely under control and she hit the floor hard in a parody of her normal graceful landing. The witch rolled over and over along with the limp body of someone else who had been on the broom.

Hermione and Poppy reached the pair at the same moment. Minerva was still on the ground when the younger witch threw herself into her arms. The pair hugged tightly, murmuring reassurances to each other.

"Who is this?" Poppy rolled the still figure over and cast a diagnostic charm.

"Draco Malfoy. The only prisoner there." Minerva shook her head, trying to dispel the ringing in her ears from the blast.

"He's been seriously hurt. I wonder why he was there."

"No idea." Minerva sat up, keeping her arms tightly around her lover. "We had to bring him back, to salvage something out of that shit show."

Poppy handed the young man over to her acting orderlies, "Are you hurt? Either of you?"

Hermione nodded but Minerva spoke, "Cuts, burns, bruises and I'm pretty sure that final explosion ruptured an eardrum."

Poppy cast a diagnostic charm, "Broken ribs too. You'll live. Hermione use Episkey on her ribs, Dittany on the head wound and in her left ear, burn salve on her neck and a pain potion wouldn't go amiss. Everything else will wait, just keep an eye on her."

Hermione led her mate to a secluded spot behind the second tent and pulled three bottles from her robe. It reminded her of when Minerva had tended her wounds the first day on the island, despite herself she smiled. The relief on the older womans face when the painkiller took effect was clearly evident. A wave of her hand cast silencing and notice-me-not charms.

"Shit show?"

A faint deprecating smile, "We lost half the team."

"Trap?"

"I think so. It doesn't take that many Death Eaters to guard one teenager, especially one in that state. Luckily most of the Dementors weren't there or we would have lost more."

"You tried to warn them."

"That's the end of mob rule… I can't handle that again." Minerva ran the backs of her fingers over Hermione's face. "Your team?"

"Not a scratch but one of the other teams lost two."

Narrowed eyes, "What else happened?"

"Reinforcements came early, we were pinned down before we even got to the third target. I ended up exploding a muggle gas main under the alley." Both women winced, they had wanted to avoid mass destruction in such an open, populated area. "It was the only way to take out the objectives at that point. I highly doubt we would have gotten a second chance."

"Casualties?"

Deep breath, "Probably a lot. I'm fairly sure anyone not on their side had fled when the fireworks started."

"Are you alright?"

"I will be. I'm not sure that I had a choice."

Minerva nodded, "Probably not." The enormity of the young womans decision hung between them for a long minute.

"I thought something had happened when you didn't arrive with the others."

The older witch lifted her wand, conjuring a blanket and pulled Hermione on top of her for a cuddle. "I'm sorry."

"I don't think I can do this without you." Hermione felt her tears start to fall as she frantically pressed her lips against Minerva's. "Please be more careful." The kiss deepened, rapidly turning into more than a simple joining of lips.

Minerva felt her magic pulse in reaction to her mates desperate plea, and could feel Hermione's do the same with a static crackle that made her skin tingle. There was a building intimacy between them that wasn't merely physical or emotional but was magical too.

Driven by something that they could not wholly explain, the two witches began to tug at the fastenings of each others robes. "This is crazy. Reckless."

"Don't care. Need you." The words deteriorated into sloppy snogging.

Minerva bit her mates neck gently, before sucking hard. "We'll have to be quiet."

Hermione's fingers danced across wet underwear, leaving a blue trail of magical sparks behind the digits, before they slipped underneath the fabric and into full intimate contact with slippery flesh. Minerva's magic left a vivid white imprint, dissipating only slowly as she hiked down the younger womans trousers, brushed flimsy cotton aside and slipped inside of her lover without hesitation.

Twin moans were muffled with a kiss, vigorous thrusts and undulating bodies brought the two witches closer and closer to a precipice. Hermione placed one hand on the exposed ribs of her lover with a bright magical glow and dug her nails in. Minerva's suddenly sharp canines sank into the soft skin above a firm young breast and she bit down hard.

The connection of their magic upon their mutual climax, blew through their concealment charms with a bright light that was seen throughout the whole camp. Hermione grunted in pain, noticing Minerva hiss violently at the same moment.

They pulled back both looking at the other curiously. Minerva could see a healed wound where her teeth had been, the imprint of every tooth glowing white on pale young skin. Hermione's eyes were drawn to a familiar blue rune burnt into the flesh of her lover's side, iridescent in the diming light of the day.

"What on Earth?" Both witches twisted to look at their respective marks, knowing innately that they were the result of some magical bond but not understanding the significance.

"If you two are quite finished…" Poppy came round the corner studiously looking away from naked flesh that had been hastily exposed only minutes earlier. "I'm about to try and wake Mr Malfoy up."

The two witches rushed to cover themselves, cast a quick cleansing charm and resolved to address whatever had just happened later before following the healer to the medical tent. Hermione studiously ignored the giggles and comments that followed them once they turned the corner.

"What did you just say?" She turned to Minerva.

"I didn't say anything."

"Yes you did." Minerva shook her head. "You just called that wizard a wanker. Not that I mind but you aren't normally so crude."

The older witch stopped and caught Hermione's arm. "I didn't. I swear." Emerald eyes burned into chocolate ones that widened almost comically at her next words. "I never said it. I thought it."

Fuck

"Hermione. Did you just think what I think you thought?"

She couldn't help it, despite the seriousness of this new development and the terrible day they were having Hermione giggled. Replaying that last sentence in her head Minerva had to chuckle at her own tongue twister. Lightheaded from the laughter, relief, magical expenditure and not least of all the orgasm - they clung to each other.

"I suppose this is just another thing that we have to deal with?"

"I guess so but so far it all seems to have worked out Minerva."

"You can't honestly believe that there is something guiding this?"

"Not how you mean. Not like a higher power. But perhaps instinct."

Minerva paused and focused on the jumbled thoughts of the younger woman but couldn't quite make sense of them. "We were both anxious about the other and our magical cores united to form some kind of psychic bond?"

"It's no stranger than some of the other things that have happened to us, these last few months."

The older witch frowned, accepting the truth in Hermione's words. She took the younger womans hand and led her into the tent where the medics were waiting.

"Be prepared. He looks worse since we cleaned him up. We've healed several life threatening injuries but he isn't strong enough for us to work on the less severe until the potions do their work."

He did. Propped up on a pillow the young Malfoy heir looked nothing like the boy she had known at school. His skin was sallow and almost yellow against the white sheets; his face and hands looked fragile, almost skeletal. It seemed like there wasn't an inch of exposed flesh that wasn't marred in some way by the hand or wand of another human being.

Hermione wandlessly summoned the medical chart into her hand. "You can't read that Hermione." Poppy said aghast at the beach of privacy but made no move to stop her.

"We need to determine if he was really a captive or if he was planted there for us to find." She wasn't apologetic in the slightest, her action was completely necessary. Minerva watched her scan read the paperwork, observed her lovers face pale and could feel her abject horror and disgust through the bond that they now shared at what she found noted in dry medical terms.

After a minute the young woman tossed the file back to Poppy, before running from the tent. The older witch raised an eyebrow concerned as she could hear the sound of violent retching from beyond the canvas. "Not a hoax or a ploy then?"

Poppy shook her head, "I honestly don't believe that anyone could go through that voluntarily and I'm shocked he is even still alive. He wouldn't have lasted much longer."

Minerva nodded and reached out with her mind. Hermione?

I'm coming, I just needed a sec. Minerva got the mental image of brushing teeth and could suddenly and inexplicably taste spearmint toothpaste. Hermione was back in the tent before Poppy opened a vial of smelling salts under the patients nose.

The reaction was immediate and violent, the young man thrashing into consciousness with a scream. He didn't have the strength to struggle for long before collapsing limply on the pillow. His pale eyes struggled to focus, then he didn't appear to understand or believe what he was seeing for a moment. "Granger?"

She walked towards him without fear, knowing that she could best him easily if needed but the Wandmaker in her could feel those behind her readying themselves to defend her. "Hello Draco."

"I… I'm glad you're alright."

She struggled to hide her shock at his words.

"Did you… find… my parents?"

Hermione shook her head, "You were alone."

The young man looked like a small boy again as he bit his lip to stop it quivering, breaking through skin that had barely healed and was tissue paper thin. He began to cry. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I was a fool."

The young womans natural compassion took over, she gently placed a hand on his shoulder. Ignoring his instinctive flinch. "What happened?"

"He did." Pale eyes bored into hers, "You Know Who. After Potter escaped the Manor, after Gringotts and Hogwarts. He blamed Mother and Father, me too. He treated us like dirt for the last year and then after the battle he tortured us." He coughed, blood flicking on the pale sheets. "I was stupid, scared and stupid. Took the bloody Dark Mark because Father told me to. Do you know what they made me do? I'm no better than He is. I just couldn't stop it."

"You are better than him if you regret your actions."

Another cough and more blood, Malfoy shook his head. "Granger. You have every reason to hate me, not to trust me but I want Him dead for what He has done. Let me help you and then put me back in Azkaban, kill me or whatever once we're done. I don't care about what happens to me."

Minerva spoke this time, sensing that Hermione was unable. "Azkaban won't be an option I'm afraid, as it's a pile of rubble. Along with everyone in it." The ghost of a smile crossed pale, bleeding and cracked lips before the young man fell back unconscious.

Authors Note

I should really give up on apologising for delays.

Though it does sometimes feel like this is the only place that I can be myself, which is probably stupid given that this is a completely public forum. But hey. I'm here and despite the delays, lack of replies to your PMs etc. I do care about my stories, my work and all of you more than I can say. Thank you all for sticking through me for the last decade plus, God I'm old or at least I'm feeling it now.

The intention is to finish up any of my old loose end stories and maybe start a few new things. I have a MM/HG oneshot well in progress; one I remember discussing at length several years ago, while perhaps not the semi-collaboration I envisioned at the time, it is finally being written. There's also a BL/HG short series I have in mind for what will hopefully be the near future. Someone recently recommended GoogleDocs to me which means I can write whenever the opportunity presents itself, without accessing computers etc. which will probably help with the updates.

Beyond that; life, it's all an open question, not an open book because our choices cannot be unwritten, nor can the present be altered without changing the past and I'm pretty sure that there's no such thing as a Flux Capacitor, no matter how many times I hit my head on the sink. The last several years have taught me that I am most assuredly not a Gryffindor and that has to be ok.