Anyone But Me

Chapter 4

An Old Friend's Help

The commotion caused by Naomi Ryan's petrification shocked the school. Students were immediately ushered into their common rooms and told by the prefects to wait around for answers. The students weren't even really gossiping or whispering. Instead, they were sitting around looking stupefied themselves. Harry thought they looked ridiculous. As he walked right up to and out of the portrait hole after hearing the news, he spared a glance at Ron and Hermione, to whom he desperately wished to talk. Together, the three of them had figured this thing out the first time.

"Harry, where do you think you're going?" Ginny asked, running after him as he walked down the corridor.

"The staffroom," Harry said without glancing back at her.

"Oh, don't wait for me or anything," Ginny called out as she caught up with him and matched his pace. Harry didn't care if she was with him or not. All he cared about was getting to that room. That was all he had cared about since he heard the news moments before.

The staircases seemed to understand and agree with his purpose as they detached from the walls and moved him along a faster, shorter path. But that was stupid. It wasn't as if the castle were alive.

"What are you going to tell the professors?" Ginny asked.

"That I know how the Chamber was opened and I know where it is," Harry said truthfully as the staircase dropped three floors and brought him right in front of the staff room.

"Don't be thick, Harry. The Chamber's a myth," Ginny said. Harry didn't respond, instead he knocked on the staffroom door and ignored the stone gargoyles on either side of the door that challenged him. When Sprout opened the door, she looked displeased to see Harry and Ginny.

"Mr. Potter, Miss Weasley, what are you doing here?" she asked. "The students were told to stay in their common rooms."

Harry nodded at her and then walked into the room anyway.

"Isn't it obvious, Pomona, that Potter wants more attention now that the year-mark is coming up?" Snape asked. "Maybe he wants to get himself killed and back in the news--"

"Shut up!" Harry yelled, suddenly overwhelmed by his hatred for the man. Snape looked surprised and then like he wanted to kill Harry.

"I am a professor, Potter--"

"The Chamber is open and if nothing's done about it, it will kill students soon," Harry said. Ginny, beside Harry, looked torn between believing him and wanting to knock him upside the head and drag him out of the room while apologizing to the professors.

"What Chamber?" Remus Lupin asked. It was strangely comforting to see him, Harry realized.

"The Chamber of Secrets," Harry replied, not letting himself become caught up in memories of a man who was little more than a stranger in his own world, let alone here.

"The Chamber of Secrets is a myth, Potter," Snape said. Harry felt once again ready to be overwhelmed by his hatred, but pushed it aside.

"You're telling me that when you found Naomi's body there wasn't a message about the Chamber being opened?" Harry asked.

The professors and Ginny stared at him. Ginny because she thought he'd gone round the bend. The professors for a very different reason.

"How did you know about that?" Lupin asked. "Professor McGonagall found Naomi and covered the message immediately before ordering the students to their common rooms. Have you gone there?"

Harry looked at him. "I came right here after learning what happened."

"It's true, professor. I've been with him the whole time," Ginny said, looking uncertain.

"How do you know about it, Potter?" Snape asked and Harry could feel the probing of his Legilimency. Memories came to mind quickly, starting with the most recent: playing Quidditch, kissing Parvati, going to Rome, sitting on a tour bus, eating ice cream with Christine--

"No," Harry breathed out, pushing Snape out of his mind so forcefully that it felt like shoving him. "Those are mine."

"Excuse me, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked, clearly unnerved again.

This time Harry walked forward until he was literally too close to Snape for comfort. "This isn't a righteous hatred I'm feeling. It would kill you if I let it."

"The Chamber, Mr. Potter. What about the Chamber?" Remus asked.

Harry looked away from the Potions Master and into the eyes of the werewolf, his father's best friend. "There's a diary. Voldemort made it when he was sixteen years old and captured his own--"

"You-Know-Who's here, in the castle?" Sprout asked, looking left and right as if Voldemort might be there. The other professors all looked similarly shaken by Harry's use of the name. That irritated Harry. A lot.

"No," Snape said scathingly, though his face was pale, drawn, and etched were fury. "Potter has lost his mind to think that the Chamber was opened by him."

"Not him," Harry said, enunciating clearly and wanting to curse the man. How could these people ignore the truth so obviously right in front of them? Harry wished Dumbledore were there. He had expected the Headmaster to be there. Where was he? "The Chamber was opened by a student who was briefly possessed by the memory of Voldemort's sixteen year old self, trapped in a diary here. The Malfoys had it. They must have given it to someone. It made its way to Hogwarts somehow, and now that essence is taking over a student, little by little."

"He's obviously delusional and out to ruin the reputation of one of my students," Snape said. Harry could have hexed him them for being so bias, for being so blind, for being so... so... Snape-like.

"It wasn't Draco and it probably wasn't a Slytherin," Harry said, just barely keeping himself from saying 'last time it was Ginny.' "It could be anyone. They won't know they did it. They'll have blank spots in their memory, missing hours."

"All very convincing, Potter, but where is this supposed diary?" Snape asked.

"Weren't you listening? I don't know! You have to find the student with a blank memory!" Harry said.

"And once we do?" Hooch asked.

"Drive a knife or something through the pages of the book." Harry wasn't sure the knife was needed, but that's what worked for him and he wasn't about the change the tried and true method.

"And until then we can only wait and watch the Heir attack?"

"It's not the Heir. Not really. It's a student being used by the memory of--"

Snape cut him off. "Are we honestly sitting here listening to this attention-seeking--"

"Find the diary!" Harry screamed. The room went silent. Every pair of eyes was staring at Harry as if he'd never yelled before in his life, as if they couldn't believe he cared this much and was so convinced.

"Do you know where the Chamber is, Mr. Potter?" Flitwick asked. Harry nodded.

"Moaning Myrtle's Loo."

They stared. The boy really was crazy.

"Get Neville, he's the only one who can open it," Harry said, feeling a brief pang of guilt for forcing Neville to do this work. He wished he could spare his friend. At least he wouldn't have to fight the Basilisk, though. "Get him to speak Parseltongue to the sink with the little snake picture--"

"The Boy-Who-Lived does not speak Parseltongue," Professor Sinistra exclaimed.

"Have you ever asked him to try?" Harry asked.

Trelawney looked somehow happy as she said, "I've always thought Mr. Longbottom possessed the skills of the Snake. If you'll remember, I even said so when he first--"

"Just get Neville, get a rooster, bring your wands, and go to the damn loo!" Harry yelled. Why did this have to be so difficult? Why didn't they believe him? It had almost been easier to just go with Ron into the Chamber alone, as terrifying as that had been, than convince this lot to do the same.

"We are professors, Harry, and we deserve some respect," Remus said. Harry looked around, so frustrated that he wanted to scream. Where was McGonagall? Where was Dumbledore? They would do something or at least seem to respect his opinion. Why was Remus being so difficult?

"Please, just get Dumbledore and go to the loo. He can handle the Basilisk. You can find the student later. Destroy the diary later," Harry said.

"There's a Basilisk in the Chamber?" Trelawney asked, smile fleeing from her face.

"That's what petrified Naomi. It could have killed her"--Harry's heart hurt at the thought--"But she must have been looking through something so that she was only petrified, maybe a camera or a puddle of water or something. Or she looked around corners with mirrors," Harry said, remembering Hermione's precaution.

"How do you know all about this?" Flitwick asked, stepping forward. Harry looked at his small Charms professor and could not think of a fast enough lie. All he could think about was Naomi taking Alana into her lap on that tour bus in Rome. He remembered seeing Hermione lying petrified in the Hospital Wing. And then he remembered with almost scary clarity facing the sixteen year old Tom Riddle. He remembered standing over Ginny Weasley's body, a giant snake slithering out of the mouth of Salazar Slytherin's statue. He remembered what it was to be so close to death-- poison seeping through his body-- until Fawkes cried for him.

It wasn't until that moment that Harry realized Snape was staring at him. Harry quickly looked away and tried to think of something else.

"Well, how do you know about all this?" asked Professor Sinistra.

Harry looked at her and said the first thing that came to mind: "Tom Riddle told me."

"And who is that?" Flitwick asked.

"He certainly isn't a student."

"He's someone I happened to meet," Harry said, rushing through this explanation. "It hardly matters. What matters is that the Chamber must be destroyed!"

Even though Harry repeated the same story again and again, even though they could have tested his theory easily by calling Neville down and just having him talk, the professors did nothing but talk more and ask more questions. Finally Harry gave up on them, turned and almost left the room, deciding to go straight to the Headmaster's office. But he did not need to go to that office because Headmaster Dumbledore walked into the staffroom at that moment. Harry practically sighed in relief. Here was a man who would believe Harry.

"Mr. Potter, I believe you and Miss Weasley were told to stay in your common room," the Headmaster said. Harry started slightly. He'd forgotten Ginny was with him. But it made a sick sort of sense for her to be there with him as he faced the Chamber again.

"I know, Headmaster, but--"

"This isn't a matter to be taken lightly, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said again and there was something different about the way he spoke to Harry that the boy couldn't quite understand. Harry ignored that thought.

"Headmaster, Mr. Potter claims to know how the Chamber was opened," Sinistra said, launching into a repetition of Harry's exact suggestions and claims. After the Arithmancy professor concluded, Dumbledore looked at Harry.

"And how did you come to your information, Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore asked.

Before Harry could open his mouth, Flitwick said, "He claims a boy named Tom Riddle told him."

Harry cursed under his breath as he saw the Headmaster's eyes sharpen.

"You know Tom Riddle personally?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, not personally," Harry said. "Well, sort of personally. I mean, he tried to kill me--"

"You're trusting the word of someone who tried to murder you?" Hooch asked.

"Well, he was still very convincing," Harry said, trying so desperately to make them understand that he was speaking the truth. Why didn't they believe him? Why would he lie about something like this?

"Mr. Potter, I must stress the real danger of this situation. This is no time for joking or--"

"I know, Headmaster. I do," Harry said. "Please, just send for Neville and have him talk to the sink. There'll be a tunnel you can take into the Chamber, where you'll find the Basilisk."

"And of the Heir?"

"He only exists as a memory in a diary he created when he was sixteen years old. You can find and destroy that easily enough after you take care of the Basilisk," Harry said.

"By finding the student with blank memory spots?"

"Yes."

Professor Dumbledore watched Harry for a long while before agreeing to send for Neville. Harry almost jumped for joy, knowing the Headmaster would do something productive.

-----

It took almost four more hours to get Neville, find a rooster (they had all been killed, Hagrid explained when asked why he had to go into Hogsmeade to retrieve one), assemble the professors at the loo and have Neville speak halting English to the sink.

"Er, open up, sink," Neville said, glancing at the assorted professors (and Harry and Ginny) behind him. "Please?"

Snape rolled his eyes and turned to the headmaster. "It is absurd that we are even testing this idiotic--"

"Severus," Dumbledore said, cutting him off. Then he turned to Harry.

Harry stepped forward and started whispering to Neville so as to avoid being overheard and interrupted. "Neville, look at the snake etched into the faucet. Focus on it and nothing else. Pretend it's alive. Imagine it moving. Then ask the sink to open."

Neville looked at Harry like he was crazy. "Why?"

No one had felt it necessary to inform Neville that he was going to be attempting Parseltongue. The idea that it was an evil (not to mention impossible) task, they decided, might hinder his ability to actually perform.

"Come on, Neville, just trust me," Harry said and Neville gave him a funny look before focusing once again on the sink. He stared at it for a good minute before speaking.

"Open," he said again. Harry groaned and put his head in his hands. Why couldn't Neville do this? Harry had been able to. But, Harry realized, that was only after he'd known he could speak the language.

The professors broke out in whispers, obviously content to know that they been right all along: Harry had been wrong about this entire endeavor. They wondered what they were going to do now.

Harry looked over at Professor Snape, though he was loath to do so.

"Do you think you could perform the Serpensortia spell?"

As he had a lot over the past few days, the Potions Master looked unsettled by Harry's words. "What do you know of that spell?"

"We need a real snake," Harry said, indicating the confused Neville with his head.

"I doubt Longbottom could even look at a snake without fainting," Snape said. Dumbledore, meanwhile, conjured a small snake and held it out to Harry, giving him a very penetrating look as he did so. Harry took the snake and the look in stride. There was time later to think about the headmaster's opinion of him.

"Neville, say hello to this snake," Harry said.

"What?"

"Just say hello without thinking," Ginny said, stepping up. Neville rolled his eyes, but said hello. Only, it wasn't exactly the hello that everyone save Harry had been expecting. Instead, it was a long run of hisses: Parseltongue. There wasn't a sound made after Neville stopped talking and rolled his eyes at Harry.

"Anything else you'd like me to do, Harry? Maybe breathe or something equally simple?" Neville asked.

Harry moved the snake so that it wrapped around the faucet. "Ask the sink to open while talking to the snake."

"What? No. That's ridiculous," Neville said, turning to appeal to the professors for intervention. "You can't honestly want me to keep talking to things, can you? I know I'm the Boy Who Lived, but my voice can't be that special, can it?"

"Just do as he says, Longbottom," Snape said. And now he really looked unsettled. Actually, all the professors did. Most of them also looked pale and confused. Only Dumbledore looked calm as he regarded Neville. McGonagall looked like she was trying not to ask all of the many questions that she had.

"Fine," Neville muttered, seeing that everyone in the room was waiting for him to speak. He turned to the snake and began hissing. And the entire sink folded in on itself, sounds of shifting metal and scraping rusted pipes filled the loo. And then they all stood staring at the slimy opening to the Chamber.

Harry looked first at the opening and then over at the professors assembled. Most were alternatively looking at Neville and then the opening. McGonagall was looking at the opening and then at Dumbledore. The Headmaster was looking at Neville. Snape was glaring daggers at Harry, who met his gaze only briefly. Ginny was staring with open curiosity at the sink. Neville looked completely dumbfounded.

"I mean, I knew I was important, but to be able to open a secret room in Hogwarts? That's brilliant," he said. "And I'm sure you've all tried, so that means that only I could do it. I could do something none of you--"

"Professor McGonagall, please escort your students to their dormitories and then return here," Dumbledore said.

"Sir, we can't go yet," Harry said, dreading having to explain this next part. "There might be a few doors down there that need to be opened with Parseltongue."

"There might be?" Snape repeated.

"Yes," Harry said, eyes narrowing at the suspicion in Snape's voice, "there might be."

"If that's the case, only Mr. Longbottom would need to remain," McGonagall said, placing a hand on Harry's and Ginny's shoulders and turning to have them leave. But Harry refused to take a step away from that sink and the Chamber. It felt wrong to just leave the hard part for someone else. It felt wrong to just abandon them all.

"Perhaps Mr. Potter ought to stay," Trelawney said. Everyone turned to look at her, surprised. "He seems to have tapped into his inner eye with regards to this situation. His knowledge could be useful."

The professors regarded Harry.

"If Harry's staying, then I am too," Ginny said. That surprised Harry a bit too, but then he remembered that Ginny was his best mate in this world. And he remembered that this Ginny didn't have memories of this Chamber and of the young Tom Riddle. And as he had thought before, it somehow felt appropriate to be there with Ginny.

"I will not have students put in unnecessary danger," Dumbledore said. But after a long discussion and a purposeful arrangement of order, Professors Dumbledore, Snape, and Lupin went into the Chamber with Neville.

Something about this arrangement felt deeply wrong to Harry even though it was the reason he came here: to be the one that didn't have to go into the Chamber.

"Just say open to any doors you encounter," Harry said in a rush to Neville right before he went boastingly into the opening. "Picture a snake and pretend you're talking to him and just say open. And never look at the Basilisk. It might come out of the mouth of a statue of Slytherin. Just--"

"Go, Longbottom." Snape glared at Harry even as he addressed Neville. Dumbledore was the first to go into the Chamber with a rooster, then Remus with his own rooster, then the pompously proud and gloating Neville, and finally Snape. Harry's nerves were fried. Watching them go, knowing he couldn't help them, was one of the worst feelings he had ever experienced.

Maybe Hermione was right. Maybe he did have a hero complex.

Or maybe he just didn't trust other people to be as lucky as he had been.

Ginny took his hand in hers as McGonagall sent them back to their common room with Trelawney, but Harry found little comfort in the awkward handholding with a girl who he only knew through the DA. He looked down at the slight redhead, who looked back up at him. Trelawney was a few steps ahead of them, babbling about Harry's inner eye.

"How did you know about all of that?" Ginny asked, her brown eyes wide and innocent and sparkling with interest and curiosity. Harry could do little more than stare at her with a stark sadness and realize that he knew nothing about this world. He hadn't even known that the Chamber hadn't been opened. He didn't know who his best friends were or why Snape looked confused by his blatantly angry remarks.

He needed answers.

So he decided to talk to the one person he knew who always had answers.

-----

He found her sitting in the library, alone, studying.

"Hello, Hermione," Harry said, sitting next to her. She looked up, startled, and pulled her books slightly away. Harry cringed. Okay, so they obviously weren't best friends in this world.

"Do you need help with something?" Hermione asked. Yep, that was her guarded-and-annoyed tone. Harry was not going to be doing well here.

"Any chance you remember an alternate history, one in which I'm the Boy Who Lived?" Harry asked, hoping against hope that he was wrong and that Hermione was the one he trusted the most.

"What?" Hermione repeated.

"Well, do you?"

"No, of course not. What a stupid question," Hermione said.

"I figured as much," Harry muttered, leaning back in the chair. It would have been convenient if Hermione were the one who remembered, but Harry knew she'd have probably come immediately to Ron or him if she had remembered something. Well, that was all right, he would just convince her.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked, frustrated.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked. "We were told to report to our common rooms. Imagine my surprise when I asked someone where you were and they said you'd left a while ago."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Why should I have stayed there? To hide from that stupid prank?"

"It wasn't a prank," Harry said, surprised that she could have thought so. "Naomi's been petrified."

"That's what people keep saying, but have you actually seen her?" Hermione asked, sounding annoyingly sure of herself. Harry hadn't heard that tone from her since first year. "Rumors at Hogwarts need to be taken with a grain of salt. Like that business first year with there supposedly being a dragon on grounds."

Harry stared. "Hermione, this isn't a rumor."

"Prove it," she said, turning back to her book and ignoring him. Harry felt a pang of loss that he couldn't quite understand. Where was his best friend? The one who hexed Marietta last year?

"Listen, I don't really care if you believe this is happening or not. It is, but Dumbledore's handling it and I need some answers to other questions."

"So you want me to do your homework," Hermione said.

"No," Harry said, involuntarily remembering how nice it was when Hermione checked over his essays and helped him find the right direction. "I'm not the Harry Potter you know. I come from an alternate reality in which we're best friends."

"This must be the stupidest prank I've ever heard of." Hermione began to pack up her things. That was no good. Harry grabbed her hand to keep her from doing anything and found a wand pointed at him. Being at the wrong end of Hermione's wand was never a dream of his. He let her go and raised his hands.

"Okay. No touching. I get it," Harry said.

"Get away from me," Hermione said.

"Hermione, listen to me," Harry said. Hermione jabbed forward with her wand, shooting him a challenging look. "What do you know about me?"

"Aside from the fact that you're one of the most self absorbed, egotistic people I've ever met?" Hermione asked. Harry winced. Hearing those words from Snape was different, easy to ignore and write off as Snape being unfair. Coming from Hermione it felt like a painful truth. What was his other self like?

"I was raised in the magical world right?" Harry prompted.

"If you say so."

"You don't know that?"

Hermione shrugged, still not lowering her wand. "I might. What of it?"

"I haven't taken Muggle Studies, right?"

"What does this matter?"

"Just answer. Have I taken that class?"

"No." She was trying not to roll her eyes, Harry knew.

"But I know everything about Muggles," Harry said.

"Is that supposed to impress me?"

"Impress you?" Harry repeated, feeling like tearing out his hair. "No, it's not meant to bloody impress you. It's meant to let you see that I'm a different person. I know different things. I'm not the Harry you know."

"You're not making any sense," Hermione said, not sounding like she particularly cared. Harry didn't think he ever missed his best friend more than at that moment.

"Hermione, ask me something--anything--that you know I shouldn't know about the Muggle world or your life and I'll be able to answer it."

"How does electricity work?" she asked in an offhand tone.

"Bloody hell, I don't know that," Harry said. "I flip a switch to turn on lights and make sure that the everything's plugged in but that's about--"

"Sure," Hermione said, shaking her head, lowering her wand, and finishing with her packing. She started to stand and walk away. Harry stood and followed her.

"What can I say that would convince you I'm from an alternate reality?"

"There's nothing you can say that would convince me," Hermione finally said, continuing to walk away. Harry looked at her, angry and frustrated. How could she not know? Then he got an idea.

"Your boggart!" Harry called out. Hermione turned around. Madam Pince glared at Harry, so he moved closer to Hermione and spoke more quietly.

"What about it?" Hermione asked.

"Do I know what it is?" Harry whispered.

"No," she said uncertainly.

"Does anyone? Would there be an real reason you can think of why I would know what your boggart is?" Harry asked. Hermione shook her head and Harry walked toward her until they were as close as before. "If I knew what it was, would that convince you?"

"I don't know what you're playing at Harry," Hermione said. "You could probably guess it anyway."

"All right, in third year, it was McGonagall standing in front of you, holding a stack of books, telling you that you failed all of your classes," Harry said. He saw Hermione go pale. This was his opportunity. What else could he say to convince her? Oh! "Also in third year, McGonagall got authorization for you to use a Time-Turner to get to all of your classes on time. You didn't tell anyone about it."

"What sort of stupid game is this?" Hermione asked, angry. "How did you know about those things? Did you bug me or something? I don't keep a diary."

"No, you don't," Harry said, on a roll now. "I knew that about you. It's because your cousin read it when you were eight or something and teased you about a boy you liked. Brian or something. Your favorite book is Hogwarts, A History, and oh! People can't Apparate or Disapparate from Hogwarts grounds."

"What's that have to do with me?"

"Well, it's just something you're always telling Ron and me," Harry said, seeing that he'd gotten her attention now.

Hermione looked almost convinced, ready to say something, then she shook her head. "No, no, I don't believe you. You're trying to trick me or something. Or get into the papers again."

"I don't want to be in the papers and I don't want to trick you," Harry said. "I'd never try to trick you unless it was to break a rule or if it was about Quidditch."

"I don't care what you say. I don't believe you."

"Then why did I understand what you meant when you asked if I'd bugged you?" Harry asked. "And how could I know about the time turner? And how could I know about your boggart? Oh, and your Patronus is an otter!"

"I don't have a Patronus," Hermione said, taking a step away from him and sitting on a chair nearby.

"You don't? Well, when you do, it'll be an otter," Harry said, stepping forward and taking the seat beside her. "And I'm not from this world, but in my world, you're one of two people in the world I would trust with my life. You helped me attack a troll and lied to McGonagall about it. You figured out that it was a basilisk in the Chamber and you even made the Polyjuice Potion in second year--"

"That's impossible. It would take--"

"Months?" Harry asked. "And a lot of ingredients that we couldn't get? I know. You figured it out though and Ron and I stole from Snape's store of ingredients."

"Why?"

"So that we could figure out who the Heir of Slytherin was," Harry said, eyes glowing with remembrance. "You, me, and Ron did all sorts of things like that."

Hermione opened her mouth, shut it, and then turned to look at the table for a long while.

"Do you believe me?" Harry asked.

"Why are you trying to convince me?" Hermione replied, looking up at him. "Why do you care if I believe you?"

"Because I need answers," Harry said again. "I need to know more about this world. I need to know who to trust. I need to know why you couldn't believe something like the Chamber would happen."

Hermione continued to regard him. "Why me?"

"Because I trust you to tell me the truth," Harry said. And a long moment passed between them, both staring at the other.

"I don't trust you," Hermione said. It hurt to hear. Hurt more than Harry was willing to admit. "And I don't believe you."

"Come on, Hermione. You aren't stupid. Haven't I been acting strangely lately? Or, at least differently? Haven't I done anything out of character?"

"Beside talking to me?" Hermione asked, but she appeared to be thinking about it. "I suppose you have been acting differently. Slightly. Not enough to make me even consider this farfetched switching universe explanation, but slightly."

"How?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because," Harry said, "I need to find the person I trust to go into the Chamber in my place and the person I trust most to keep the secret of my world. So I have to start fitting in here if I want to understand who my real friends are."

"How did you come here?" Hermione asked. Harry told her, the whole thing about asking that someone else switch places with him and Robert appearing at the park. He left out some very key points: the prophecy, the fight at the ministry, Sirius. Hermione's shrewd look, however, suggested that she knew he was leaving some explanations out.

Hermione, still looking at him like he was an Arithmancy problem instead of a person, finally said, "What would you like to know, then?"

Author's Notes: hope you all enjoyed this. I hope to post the rest of this relatively quickly. As always, go to the livejournal if you have any questions. Sorry about the typos, I'll go over the last two chapters and fix those as quickly as possible.