Look! Up in the Sky!

By: Belcris

Summary: On a world facing death, a group of heroes makes the ultimate sacrifice to save the life of a child. That Sacrifice triggers a change in the Multiverse no one could have ever expected and now Harry Potter will become the hero the world needs. With his friends at his side, Justice will prevail!

Harry Potter created by: JK Rowling

All DC Comic Characters are owned by DC Comics

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and I do not seek to profit from this story.

WARNING: This story contains scenes of violence, foul language, gratuitous panty humor, multiple sexy witches, and a confident Harry.

Category: AU. Crossover. Adventure. Friendship. Romance.

Chapter One: The End of the World


7th July, 2012

Gotham City



Bruce Wayne, once known as the masked vigilante and hero Batman, sat in front of a massive computer working on something that only he would think of. Turning around, he saw his friend and fellow Justice League member, Clark Kent, better known as Superman streaking through the air towards him. The "Man of Steel" quickly landed after entering the Batcave through one of the many hidden entrances Bruce had installed for him over the years. The normally exuberant Kryptonian had a look of resignation on his face that did not bode well for the outcome of the mission he had been sent on only a few short days ago.

"Welcome back, Clark," greeted Bruce as he rolled his wheelchair away from the computer's controls.

Bruce had fought the war against crime for over forty years and during that time his body had suffered many grievous injuries, until finally he had been forced to use a wheelchair in his everyday life. The finest doctors that money could hire had said there was no other recourse given the extensive damage, not that Bruce had listened to them. It took him a great deal of money, something he had in abundance, but Bruce had managed to build a new an improved Batman suit that incorporated an exoskeleton thus allowing him to walk again. The world might know that Bruce Wayne was crippled, but Batman was still out there fighting the good fight.

"It's the best alibi I've ever seen, though the price was a little high," thought Bruce as he rolled his chair down the ramp to where his friend was standing. "That look on your face does not bode well for what you discovered."

"No," agreed Clark with a sad smile. "It doesn't bode well at all, old man."

Clark Kent, better known to the world at large by the title Superman, was a relative newcomer to the "superhero" community. The twenty-something year old man had been the last survivor of his home world, sent to Earth by his parents to avoid their fate. Clark's spaceship had been discovered by a kindly old couple that had quickly taken him in and raised him to believe in old traditional values such as honor and honesty, but also that you should always do the right thing. After the death of his "parents," Clark had moved to Metropolis and begun a career as a crime fighter, soon gaining himself a reputation as a stalwart defender of human rights and an eternally naive do-gooder. That was when he drew Bruce's attention, as well as that of the Justice League, and soon the Kryptonian was a member of their illustrious ranks.

"I asked for help from Hal to get out to the far edge of the galaxy and confirmed what you feared," replied Clark. "The antimatter cloud is still expanding, moving faster with every moment. Based on the calculations made by the Guardians of Oa, the cloud will annihilate everything in this Universe within the next forty-one days. However, Earth will not have to worry about that as we only have twenty-three days before the cloud reaches us."

Bruce sighed and wiped his hands across his face before looking up at Clark with a sad smile. "When Wayne Aerospace first brought this information to me, I prayed they were wrong, but it seems I really did hire the best minds in the business. Thankfully, that is the very reason I think we still have some hope for the future."

"Bruce," objected Clark. "I don't know if you were listening or not, but there is no hope for us, or anyone else in this Universe. That cloud is annihilating everything in its path. There is no future!"

"Maybe not for us," agreed Bruce, "but maybe for another Universe. Follow me."

Clark followed as Bruce rolled his wheelchair back towards the furthest section of the cave. This was where Bruce stored the projects he considered the most sensitive, or sometimes the most dangerous depending on what it was. It was here that he first perfected the armor he currently wore when in the guise of Batman, and it was also here that he perfected the newest version of it. Still, it was not the armor that interested Bruce at the moment. Instead it was the two alien craft he had stored here.

Shortly after joining the Justice League, Clark had approached Bruce with an interesting proposition. Clark wanted Bruce to look over what was left of the ship that had originally brought him to Earth in the hopes that the older man could repair it. Clark had evidently tried many times to learn everything he cold about it, but it had been far too damaged for the young alien to do much with it. Sad really, considering the first thing Bruce had discovered had been a "black-box" of sorts that he suspected once held the answers to all of Clark's questions, but it was unfortunately destroyed either upon landing or at some point during the trip to Earth. In either case, it was useless to them now.

Then three months ago their fellow Justice League member, Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern of this sector had contacted them with urgent news. A ship had been discovered floating dead in what remained of the planet Krypton and it seemed to contain a single survivor of the long lost planet. As Hal, along with several of his friends in the Green Lantern Corps, had been the one to help Clark discover much of his origins, the last Kryptonian was eager to see what the Lantern had found. Their little adventure to retrieve the Kryptonian ship had been fraught with danger and not a little sadness, but after some hard work they came away the victor of the day. Not only were they able to recover the Kryptonian ship, but also the passenger inside it. Immediately the ship was moved to the Batcave to keep it safe, but also in the hopes that the Justice League members would eventually be able to figure out how to release its sole occupant.

Upon first entering the pitch black interior of the ship, Bruce had realized it was nothing more than a modified short range shuttle of some sort as he panned his flashlight around the compartment. There were clear signs that it had been stripped of all creature comforts allowing for a rather large glass topped sarcophagus like device to be placed in the center of the compartment. It looked like room had been built into the walls for seven more of the devices, but they had evidently not been installed at the time the ship was launched. Bruce wondered what the purpose of the sarcophagus was when suddenly lights activated inside the ship revealing the face of its only occupant, a little girl with bright golden hair and a stuffed animal clutched tightly in her arms.

The little girl had quickly been given the nickname Sunshine, in honor of her golden hair. There wasn't a member of the Justice League that didn't spend at least a few hours a week working on ways of releasing the small girl from what they now realized was a Kryptonian stasis pod. So far, despite all their best efforts and even a few crackpot ideas, nothing had worked. Still, they kept working and eventually managed to repair all the main systems of the ship. Thanks to what Bruce had learned from Clark's own ship they could at least do that, but they had yet to figure out how to release the child from her sleep. Now, given Clark's confirmation of Bruce's worst fears, that might be for the best.

"What are we doing back here, Bruce?" asked Clark. "I can't go in there and look at her knowing what I know now. It's not fair that she'll never wake up, but maybe it's for the best that she never know what fate has in store for her."

"That's just it, Clark," said Bruce with a rare smile. "We may not survive, but I think she will."

Bruce motioned for Clark to follow him over to a computer terminal that had been setup beside the now repaired shuttle. The terminal was attached to the ship and its docking cradle so that it could interface with both. On the terminal's screen were schematics for the shuttles highly advanced shield emitters. Clark could only barely grasp the highly advanced designs as he had only a passing knowledge of it based on trying to repair his own ship, but he could tell they were far more advanced than anything he had dealt with before. Bruce had told him that even his people had not been able to grasp the overall concept of the shields, yet Bruce seemed to be able to look at them and appreciate them as one would a masterpiece of classical music.

"Whomever designed these shields must have been an absolute genius," stated Bruce as he looked at the screen. "They not only kept the ship intact when Krypton's sun exploded, they managed to shift the ship to an entirely separate dimension from our own. Hell, the only reason Hal even discovered the shuttle is because its power core had been running low and needed to return to normal space long enough to recharge. From what I can tell, if Hal had been even a few days later in exploring the area, the core would have been fully recharged and returned the shuttle to the pocket dimension it had been hiding in."

"So this helps us how?" asked Clark. "Are we going to build shields like this for Earth?"

Bruce laughed, a bitter and humorless laugh. "Not a chance, Clark. The time and materials needed to build a shield array big enough to protect us from what's coming would take years to complete. Even if we had the time and materials, I doubt we could manage it based on the level of technology we're talking about. It's just too advanced for any civilization in the known Universe to pull off right now."

Clark balled up his fists in frustration, turning to Bruce and yelling, "Then what's the point of this, Bruce? Why tease me with a possible solution to our fate if it's an impossibility?"

"Because, Clark, as I said, this isn't a solution for us," replied Bruce with a sad smile, "but for her and the future, it is still possible."

What followed was an explanation on Bruce's part as to how he planned on using the Argo, the name of the shuttle as revealed when they finally deciphered the shuttle's computer operating system, as a lifeboat of sorts. Inside the shuttle would be stored digital copies of Earth's history and knowledge, along with biological samples of various animals, plants, insects, and even people. Then the shields would be engaged, sinking the shuttle into a pocket dimension that would remain safe from the destruction of their Universe. Bruce also intended to incorporate the power cells from Clark's own ship into the shuttle, allowing it to remain in the pocket dimension for much longer.

"We don't know what will happen after the antimatter cloud consumes everything, but I'm hoping it will generate a new 'big bang.' That means she might be sitting in there for a long while, but eventually conditions should be right for her return to our dimension again, and from there the resurrection of our world. I've programmed the shuttle's computers to keep an eye on conditions here, so that when the time is right she can be set free."

"What if the there is nothing after the cloud has consumed everything?" asked Clark. "What if this is the end of us and there is nothing after that cloud passes?"

Bruce sighed, then touched a few keys on the terminal causing a new schematic to appear. "If that is the case and nothing remains after the cloud finishes its work, then the shuttle will attempt to find a different dimension capable of supporting life. If that also fails, then I have set the computers to overload the power core, destroying the ship and its cargo, maybe allowing Sunshine to at least see her family in the next life, if there is one."

Clark thought it was a gamble, but eventually Bruce convinced him it was worth a shot. They spent the next fifteen days gathering all the information and biological samples needed. Then they spent another three days installing it and numerous special devices into the craft for its final mission. When they were done, everyone involved agreed that they had done everything possible to save their way of life and one little girl that deserved better than to sleep forever. With only three days left before the antimatter cloud reached Earth, the members of the Justice league gathered in the Batcave a final time to say farewell to Sunshine, each leaving behind a gift for the little girl in the hopes that someday she would find them.

Clark's gift was a locket with a lock of his hair along with a recorded message telling her about himself and how he hoped she would have a glorious future. Bruce's gift was a bit more pragmatic, as he included his most advanced suit of Batman armor which contained an AI based on his own mind to act as her teacher. Hal Jordan, the last Green Lantern since the rest of the Corps had died trying to stop the antimatter cloud, left her his power ring and battery saying that there should always be a Green Lantern to defend the innocent. The Flash left behind a complete set of his favorite comic books and several frozen pizzas, along with several drops of his blood thanks to a paper cut from one of his comics. Wonder Woman followed Clark and Hal's example by leaving behind a lock of her hair along with her lasso, tiara, bracelets, and belt as a reminder that a woman can be just as strong as a man. This inspired Hawkgirl to do the same, seeing as she had no further use for them, and so she left behind her Nth metal mace and belt along with several feathers.

Finally it was time to seal the shuttle and power up the shields, so with a final salute from the gathered superheroes, the activation code was entered and the shuttle vanished into its own little dimension to wait. With a few hugs and a rather passionate kiss between Bruce and Diana, she no longer wished to be called Wonder Woman as she could no longer protect 'Man's World,' the heroes all went their separate ways to find whatever peace they could in their final days.

Clark and Flash would spend their last three days speeding around the planet making sure everyone had a perfect final three days. Hal on the other hand went and spent his time with his long time girlfriend, mostly flying jets and making love. Hawkgirl vanished into the forests of Colorado never to be seen again, while Bruce and Diana spent their last three days together on a remote tropical island just enjoying themselves and indulging in long hours of relaxation. That was how the end found all of them when the antimatter cloud swept through Earth's solar system. Some inwardly raged against their fate, but most just closed their eyes and prayed that one golden haired little girl would find happiness in whatever form possible.

While all this was happening, a figure watched the events happening on Earth-777/Alpha with a smile on his face. The figure was called the Monitor and it was his thought that maybe Bruce Wayne had a better idea than he himself had known. So, using his vast powers, the Monitor pulled the Argo from where it rested and brought it to his base. Once there he quickly set about making changes in an attempt to safeguard the Positive Matter Universe from his counterpart, the Anti-Monitor in the Antimatter Universe. Their war had been long and fraught with losses on both sides, but now their endgame was quickly approaching and neither really knew who would win in the end.

However there was a third outcome that the Anti-Monitor had never even considered and the Monitor himself had only recently discovered. Both of them had always thought it was their creation that had made possible the reality of multiple Universes, but the Monitor now knew that to be untrue. His research had taken untold years, but now he knew that it was actually a choice made just seconds before their creation that had created the first alternate Universe. On the one hand there was the set of realities in which the Monitor and his anti-thesis existed, along with a near infinite number of parallel alternate realities branching off from it. On the other hand, there existed a set of realities in which the Monitors never existed and yet it still had alternate realities which branched off from it. It was humbling, really it was, to realize that they were not as important to the Multiverse as they had thought, but the Monitor knew they had played their part in shaping this set of realities. What was really important was that both sets of realities had developed in such radically different ways and even if the branch of realities the Monitors inhabited were to be destroyed, the other Multiverse would be unaffected.

"To that end, I will send this little girl somewhere that she will be safe from this conflict," stated the Monitor as he looked down upon the sleeping form of Sunshine. "Though I think I shall leave her and her future friends just a little more than her benefactors originally intended."

Using his abilities to travel between the infinite Multiverses, the Monitor gathered up several additional gifts for the sleeping girl. In place of the Green Lantern power ring and battery that Hal Jordan had left her, the Monitor provided her with a miniaturized version of the Great Battery from Oa along with a modified version of Hal Jordan's ring which would draw its power directly from the main battery until such time as the bearer found a suitable place to setup a permanent base of operations. Then the bearer would be able to create new rings and the Green Lantern Corps would flourish again, though hopefully with a little more common sense this time.

Then the Monitor gathered up the various genetic samples that had been left in the shuttle, both knowingly and unknowingly. He discarded the biological samples intended to repopulate a new planet as the place he was sending the shuttle would already be populated. He gathered the samples from Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash, and Hawkgirl. Each of these samples were enhanced and stored for later use. Then he debated just getting better samples from stronger versions of the heroes that had provided the original material, but even to him it felt wrong to just throw away what was a symbol of the sacrifices that had been made to save this one small child. It just wasn't right to throw all that away.

The same could be said for the different pieces of equipment that had been left behind. The monitor modified each piece to make them stronger, but always keeping the original in honor of those that had given him the idea. Still, that didn't mean he was above tinkering with their gifts just a little bit. So what if he strengthened the genetic samples. So what if he improved the weapons and tools. So what if he replaced the knowledge in the computer systems with a complete copy of the history and knowledge of Krypton in the form of a very special blue crystal. In the end what was important was that even if he lost this war with the Anti-Monitor, there would still be heroes to protect the innocent.

That was the reason he was currently working on six very special delivery systems for his gifts. Each was a highly advanced robotic drone capable of seeking out people that were worthy of receiving his gifts and the responsibilities that went with them. As such, the moment the shuttle reached its final destination, the drones would seek out the people best suited to become the new Justice League of their world. Most importantly the drones, especially the one holding the Kryptonian DNA, would signal the shuttle that it was time for its passenger to wake up. Yes, he had fixed the issue that had kept the little girl locked in her stasis chamber, so now she would be freed as soon as was safe to do so. As such, he entered the criteria necessary to define a new version of the Justice League and upon completion he sealed the shuttle and sent it on its merry way to a new Universe.

Even as he watched it vanish from sight, the Monitor knew he might fail his attempt to bring peace to this Universe, but he had insured peace in another. That thought alone brought him some peace of mind as he walked back towards his control room. He had much to do and very little time to do it in as he was expecting Harbinger to arrive shortly and with it his death. That fact was unavoidable, but at least he had accomplished what he set out to do.


30th July, 1988

Little Whinging, Surrey, England

A seven, very soon to be eight year-old Harry Potter was currently hiding in a wooded area behind his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon's house. Yesterday his Aunt Marge and her horrid dog, Ripper, had arrived to watch over Harry and his cousin Dudley for the weekend. Harry's Aunt and Uncle were going away for the week thanks to a sudden bonus Vernon had gotten at work. The two would be away for the week and Marge would be watching over the boys while they were gone. Harry considered it to be the worst possible thing that could happen to him, a fact that had been proven true not an hour after his aunt and uncle drove off. Marge had started drinking the moment she was alone with the boys, and after an hour she decided that Harry was not showing her the proper manners as he delivered her drinks to her. With a rather evil gleam in her eye, Marge pulled out a large wad of pound notes and offered them all to Dudley if he would only "beat some manners" into Harry.

The resulting beating at the hands of his cousin had not been so bad, but then Ripper had gotten involved and it had become infinitely worse. Without even thinking Harry had kicked the dog away and Marge had become enraged. Dudley had hurt him, but Marge had nearly killed him. The woman was in a rage, kicking and stomping on the small boy until the exertion started to burn the alcohol from her body. Regaining her senses, or as close to it as Marge could ever come, she had looked at her handy work and realized there would never be a way to explain Harry's condition to the authorities that did not involve her spending a long time in a prison cell. Thinking fast, Marge relied once again on the greed of her nephew when she again offered to pay Dudley if he would drag Harry into the woods. It was her sincerest wish that the injured boy would die of his wounds, or at least exposure as the nights had recently been unseasonably cold for this time of year and that no one would ever find out what she had done. Then she would be able to claim the boy had run off and his injuries, if he were ever found, could be blamed on the criminals that he most likely had been associating with.

Harry had awoken in great pain surrounded by pitch black and the sounds of insects all around him. He didn't mind either, not really, considering most of his life had been spent in a cupboard under the stairs with no light and spiders everywhere. No, what bothered him was the fact that he was alone. Even in his cupboard under the stairs he had never really been alone as he had always known that his "family" was just outside. That was not the case now. Now he was really alone and that scared him.

At first he had tried dragging himself in the direction he hoped home lay, but his injuries soon got the better of him. It was obvious from the way his left leg and right arm were bent that both were broken. Even if the odd angles they were bent at hadn't tipped him off to that fact, he was familiar with the pain a broken bone caused. In fact, if he had to guess, several of his ribs and a few of his fingers were broken as well. For all his faults, Vernon had always stopped hitting Harry when a bone broke, but Marge had not seemed to share that sliver of compassion and had continued to beat and stomp on him until her rage was fully vented.

Just as it started to rain, Harry used the last of his strength to pull himself under an old rotted tree that had fallen over, trying to stay dry. He figured it wouldn't really matter in the long run if he couldn't find his way home, but he still hoped someone would find him and help him. That meant he had to stay alive long enough for his hoped for savior to appear. Maybe this time someone would listen to him when he said he was being beaten, unlike the last three or four dozen times he tried to get help. A little voice in the back of his head told him he was being silly, that freaks were never listened to, but still he held onto that hope and prayed to whomever would listen to him that this time would be different.

As he lay there, hiding from the rain, Harry noticed a strange feeling in the air. It was like a tingle along his skin that made him think of the time Dudley had touched him with bared electrical wires. Harry hoped whatever was causing the sensation would not hurt as bad as that had, but given his history he wasn't going to hold out to much hope. Pain seemed to be his oldest friend and he was used to feeling it, but that didn't mean he had to like it. So, he waited to see what was going to happen, praying it wouldn't last long if it was to be painful.

That's when he saw it. Through the broken lenses of his glasses Harry watched as a bright white light filled the area just in front of where he was hiding. It was almost too bright to look at, but Harry kept his eyes open until the light started to dim. When the spots in front of his eyes finally faded away he was surprised to see what looked like a very fancy airplane laying on the ground in front of him. Whatever it was, Harry admired the shiny metallic color of the craft with its sleek lines that reminded him of a picture he had once seen at school of what a fighter jet looked like. However this was much larger than the fighter jet he had seen, looking as if it could easily hold at least several people the size of his uncle. Rain hissed as it hit the surface of the craft, which made Harry think it must be very hot.

Suddenly a hatch opened on the side of the machine, revealing numerous lights inside it, but no people. Harry wanted to see what was inside, maybe it was the person that was here to save him, but he was too weak to do anything save watch as six small objects floated out of the open hatch. Each object looked like a rather large egg, each colored in a different way than the others. Five of the eggs suddenly zipped off into the sky, but the sixth one started to fly towards him. Harry wondered what the object was, but figured in his current condition he could do nothing if it intended him harm, so why bother worrying about it.

When the floating egg, thing, whatever, was close enough to him it suddenly emitted a golden light that panned over his body slowly, then vanished. As that was happening, Harry was looking at the thing and noticed that it was blue and red with a golden S inside a strange diamond like outline. It was rather odd looking to Harry, but he secretly wished for the S to stand for "safe" or even "somebody who cares." Whatever the case, Harry was rather startled when the thing floated close enough to touch and began to speak.

"You are injured, child," a man's deep voice suddenly said. "Without medical treatment you will die soon."

Harry nodded his head, looking around for the source of the voice, but resigned to the fact that his life was now over. "My aunt and uncle always said I would probably die alone or in jail, so I guess they were right. I guess they were right about me being a freak as well then."

The floating egg seemed to think about that for a moment, bobbing up and down in the air as it seemed to ponder what Harry had said. Harry figured it agreed with his "family" and was ignoring him now, much as everyone else did. It didn't surprise him much that he would be ignored as he died since he was always ignored unless they were angry with him. In a way the silence comforted him as silence was always preferable to screaming and hitting. At least the talking egg, Harry assumed it was the egg talking as he could see no one else around, was there so that he would not be alone when he passed. Maybe he would see his mother and father when he died, that is if they let freaks into heaven, but other than that minor concern Harry was rather glad that at least now no one would be able to hurt him again.

"I have examined your DNA, child," the talking egg said after a few more moments of silence. "I can detect no abnormalities in it that would label you as a 'freak.' My scans indicate that other than a minor variation in your DNA which would allow you to harness several rare forms of energy, you are a completely 'normal' human child. In short, you may be the perfect recipient for the gift I contain."

"What kind of gift?" asked Harry, remembering that his uncle often said that no gift ever came for free.

"I contain within me the gift of power," replied the strange egg. "Power to protect the innocent and power to punish the wicked. Tell me, child, what would you do with the power I offer? Would you punish or would you protect?"

Harry thought about that for a moment. Part of him, the part that often spoke when he was being hurt by his family, said that he should use the power to punish and make people regret they had ever hurt him. Harry ignored that voice as it never gave him good advice. Instead he listened to the other part of himself, the part that wished his parents had never been killed in that car accident, which told him that with the power he was being offered he could see to it that no one else ever got hurt like he did. It was a simple choice really.

"I would protect," stated Harry as firmly as he could.

"That, child, is the right answer," replied the talking egg.

Suddenly the gold light was back again, only brighter this time. Harry suddenly felt extremely sleep and fought to keep his eyes open, but he could not fight the combination of his injuries and whatever the egg was doing. Soon he was unconscious, so he missed seeing a large needle extend from the middle of the golden S, nor did he feel it when the drone suddenly plunged the needle deep into his chest. It was probably a good thing he didn't as suddenly the egg split open and bathed Harry's body in the most brilliant golden light yet, causing his injuries to suddenly begin repairing themselves. This continued for several minutes, until finally the light faded away and the egg retracted the needle then sealed itself shut.

"My gift is now your's, child," said the voice as a last beam of energy created a thick metallic bracelet around Harry's wrist. "I hope you live up to your declaration as I think this world is going to need your protection."

With that last statement, the egg seemed to run out of power and dropped to the ground. Its bright coloring faded to dingy gray before the egg began crumbling away to dust. Within moments the egg was gone, leaving a still slightly glowing Harry Potter laying under a half rotted tree and a shuttle from another Universe waiting for him to wake up. Needless to say, at a little after midnight on the morning of the 31st of July, 1988, Harry Potter had gotten his wish and someone really had come to save him from his old life.


Yes, another story going at the same time as Two Steps Back, but I wanted to share it with you because they are two looks at the same time period. The Triwizard Tournament is a wonderful point in the stories to start mucking about, so sue me if my mind starts running rampant with ideas.

This story is based on the Crisis on Infinite Earths storyline from the DC comics. Crisis was a means for DC to get rid of a lot of branches of their comics that had built up over 50 years of publishing. They literally wanted to kill off some of the storylines and needed a plausible means of doing it that wouldn't kill readership, so came up with a war between to omnipotent enemies that were determined to either destroy or protect the Multiverse.

Now this series was originally published back in 1985 and at the time I both loved and hated it. All these years later I see it as a wonderful means of adding my own spin to the story. Will there be aspects of the new storylines that DC has published since Crisis? Maybe, but I want you to remember this is not the DC Universe, so some of the things you think you know about this story just won't hold true. Don't tell me I got it wrong when you don't even know where I'm going with it yet. Okay?

As always, I'm not really writing this for you, but for me. So, with that said, if you don't like it then don't read it. I'll update as I see fit, so don't whine about it.

Chris :)

PS: Check out my blog, link is on my profile page, for further comments and pictures regarding this story and others.

Edited: 4/2/2013 - Grammar and spelling.