Call to Destiny

Warriorlily

Story Summary:
The summer before her sixth year at Hogwarts, Ginny Weasley is invited to a convention in San Francisco. However, the convention turns out to be more than she thought. What does Draco Malfoy have to do with it? Or an ancient group of warriors, for that matter. AU.

Chapter 18 - Homecoming

Chapter Summary:
The Trio's return is a celebrated affair. Ginny's glad to have her brother back, but someone else has got her attention. And no, it's not Harry.
Posted:
05/16/2006
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Chapter 18

Homecoming

Ginny was comfortably curled up in the arm chair of her common room, trying to do her homework. Trying, being the keyword. The wind howling outside wasn't letting her concentrate on one thought at a time, much less Transfiguration homework. She felt restless. A sparing session with Draco would have been just the thing to relieve her antsy mood, but alas, he had Quidditch practice. How anyone could fly in that wind was beyond her. She stared at her Transfiguration text trying to reason whether a sparing or a snogging session would best relieve her mood.

The library that they'd stumbled upon a few days ago had turned out to be the perfect place to spar. They'd considered the Room of Requirement, but too many people knew about it. In the library they were unlikely to be found. They'd pushed the couch under the window/trapdoor and hidden a pair of old school brooms behind it. A quick escape for patrolling.

Really, it was all just too convenient. She had a sneaking suspicion that Dumbledore might have had something to do with it. He always knew everything that was going on. Why shouldn't he know about her and Draco being Warriors?

It was nice, though. She and Draco would meet up, alternately to spar and patrol. Either way, it would end with a healthy snog, leaving them both breathless. After trying, to no avail, to figure out what exactly their snogging meant, she realized it was just too much of a hassle. There never could, and never would, be anything between them. They were just friends...with benefits.

A piece of paper sticking out of the textbook caught her eye. Ginny pulled it out and recognized it as the letter Sage had sent her. She really ought to reply and maybe write some of the others. She'd gotten the sweetest letter from Maria just that morning.

"I'm bored," Cassie announced suddenly.

Ginny looked up. Cassie had been laying in front of the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket and writing something. The crackling fire cast odd shadows on her face and gave her hair a fiery glint.

"Nice to know," Ginny said with a grin.

"Let's go to Gryffindor Tower," Cassie suggested.

Ginny made a face. The last thing she wanted to do right now was get up. True, she was restless, but somehow the thought of being in the overly loud common room wasn't that appealing.

"Oh, come on!" Cassie persisted, sitting up and shrugging off the blanket around her shoulders. "It'll be fun. More interesting than sitting in here."

"But I'm doing homework," the red head protested weakly.

Cassie gave her a dubious look before whining, "Come on. I don't wanna go by myself."

Ginny sighed. "Fine."

Cassie let out a squeak and jumped up. She bounced over to Ginny and literally pulled her out of the armchair. Ginny couldn't help laughing. Cassie's enthusiasm was contagious. The American girl laughed too, and the girls stumbled out of their dormitory and into the hallway.

"What's the rush?" Ginny asked, still laughing.

Cassie shrugged. "I dunno, I just want to do something! There's something exciting in the air!"

They stopped in front of the Fat Lady, who eyed them suspiciously. "Password?"

"Kimono," Cassie supplied giddily.

The portrait had barely closed behind them when Ginny's ears were assaulted by noise.

A crowd of people stood gathered in the center of the common room, talking loudly and animatedly. Music was playing, alcohol was out, and people were dancing. It looked quite as though Gryffindor had just won the Quidditch cup, or something equally celebratory.

"What's going on?" Cassie yelled over the noise.

"No idea!"

Suddenly, the crowd parted and Ginny could see the cause of the celebration. Looking quite bashful, but very pleased with themselves, stood Ron, Harry, and Hermione.

Ron caught sight of her and grinned. He wrestled through the crowd and took up his little sister in a bear hug. Ginny hugged him back just as tightly, her shock dissipating. They were back! Sweet Merlin, they were back!

"It's so good to see you, Gin," Ron said, letting go of his sister.

"Good to see you, too, Ron." Ginny caught sight of Hermione and gave the older girl a hug. She returned it enthusiastically.

"How have you been, Ginny? Keeping up with your grades?"

Ginny laughed. Trust that to be the first thing out of Hermione's mouth. "I've been fine, Hermione. And my grades are fine, too."

Harry had managed to make his way over to them. Ginny grinned at him and gave him a quick hug.

"I can't believe you lot are back!" she exclaimed. "Where in Merlin's name were you?"

Hermione shook her head and Ron nodded pointedly towards Cassie. Ginny looked over at her dormmate. In all truth, she'd forgotten that she was there. Cassie stood with her arms crossed over her chest, chin up, and a faint, flickering smile on her lips. If it was possible to look simultaneously defensive and amused, then Cassie was it.

Hermione smiled at the American girl pleasantly. "Hello, Cassie."

Cassie nodded. "Hey."

An awkward silence stretched between the group. Harry looked especially uncomfortable. Ginny looked from face to face, mind trying to come up with a way to end the silence. Suddenly, Cassie grinned and dropped her arms.

"Sorry, usually I'm more talkative. I'm just not quite sure to say to a bunch of people who just disappeared for a month. Not to mention probably wanna keep their reasons secret. So why bother asking why they left?"

The Trio looked as shocked as Ginny felt. Would having a conversation with Cassie ever be quite, well...normal? Seamus Finnegan suddenly popped up at Ginny's elbow, grinning from ear to ear.

"Would m'lady care to dance?" Seamus asked, bowing to Ginny.

She looked back at the Trio and Cassie. They seemed fine...

Cassie grinned at her. "Go, dance!"

Ginny turned to Seamus with a small smile.

"Sure, why not?"

Seamus took her hand and nearly dragged her to towards the dancing couples. Ginny laughed.

"None of your dirty tricks, Seamus!" Ron called after them. "That's my sister!"

Ginny laughed again as Seamus shook his head.

"That brother of yours never seems to trust me."

"With good reason," Ginny grinned.

As she danced with Seamus, Ginny thought about how nice the evening was. It was a good thing Cassie had dragged her out. She'd said there was something exciting in the air. The red head grinned. Apparently, Cassie had a sixth sense about these things. It was nice, though. For everyone in Gryffindor Tower, it was just a party. And they were just teenagers. There was no war, no constant deaths. Just one evening of pure fun. At a time like this, surely they were allowed that?

Ginny looked around the room as she was dancing. Her gaze landed on a table on the other side of the room. Sitting at one end was Cassie, motioning wildly with her hands, explaining something animatedly. Harry sat across from her, looking very amused and laughing occasionally. The matchmaker in Ginny leapt at this. She shook her head. No, she would do nothing of the sort. She looked away and found Hermione and Ron sitting on a sofa, talking. Hermione suddenly reached up and hit Ron's arm, looking irritated. Ron rubbed his arm and mumbled something, causing Hermione to laugh. Ginny smiled. It was about time that they'd gotten their act together.

"Lovebirds, everywhere," Seamus muttered good naturedly.

"Find your lovebird?" she asked teasingly.

Seamus pouted. "I thought I was dancing with her."

Ginny laughed. Merlin, she'd forgotten how funny Seamus was. Actually, she'd forgotten how fun Gryffindor Tower could be. She really ought to leave her rooms more often. She resolved to spend more time in the Tower and enjoy the evening. A night like this was rare.

~

The next morning, Ginny was searching the shared common room, trying to find her shoes. She heard a door click close and looked up. Cassie had just come into the common room. She was wearing her school uniform and pulling her long, dark hair into a plait, with a hair tie held in her teeth.

"Hey," Ginny greeted.

Cassie made a noise in reply then took the hair tie out of her teeth. "Hey."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Have you seen my shoes?"

"Yeah, they're by the couch."

Cassie slipped on her own shoes, before surveying the room, curiously.

"Hey, have you-"

"Desk chair," Ginny answered.

Cassie made for said furniture and gratefully lifted her bag. Hefting it onto her shoulder, she made a face. "God, I swear- this thing is pregnant."

Ginny laughed and picked up her own bag. "Mine is just fat."

Cassie grinned and the two headed out.

They hadn't actually had much chance to talk. Last night they'd gotten in late, and wanted nothing more than to collapse on their respective beds. In the morning, they were both too tired to make much conversation. Thank Merlin she had decided to abstain from the Butterbeer and Firewhiskey.

"Last night was fun," Ginny commented.

Cassie nodded, smiling. "Yeah, it was."

A moment of silence stretched between them.

"So," the red head began. "I saw you talking to Harry."

Cassie looked over at her, eyebrows raised, expression much too innocent. "And?"

Ginny narrowed her eyes. "You know what."

The American girl shrugged. "Well, he is nice."

"Aha!"

Cassie laughed. "You're nuts. I don't like him like that. Not yet, anyway."

Ginny's eyebrows shot up. Cassie laughed.

"Hey, I'm not ruling out the possibility of me possibly liking him sometime in the possible future."

This time it was Ginny's turn to laugh.

Cassie grinned. "Shush. And anyway, what about you? Dancing the night away with Seamus?"

"So?"

"Oh come on! He likes you."

Ginny looked over at her, curiously. "You think?"

"Not 'think.' Know, Miss Weasley."

Ginny grinned. "Really?"

Cassie rolled her eyes. "Yes! What is this, Twenty Questions? And I have a feeling he's gonna make another move on you. He doesn't seem like the kinda guy to wait around to ask a girl out."

The American girl came to a sudden halt, eyes widening in something resembling fear.

"What is it?" Ginny asked, concerned.

"What day is it?" Cassie's voice was a thin squeak.

"The tenth, why?" Now she was really getting nervous.

If possible, Cassie's eyes went even wider.

"Holy shit! Madame Pince is gonna skin me alive! My book is like three days late!"

Ginny nearly laughed. "What book?"

"The one on demons. Mind if I go return it?"

"Sure, go on."

Cassie turned around, paused, and turned back around. Ginny raised an eyebrow in query.

"If I'm not back by Defense, come looking for me, okay?"

Ginny laughed. "Go!"

Cassie nodded and tore down the hall to the library.

Shaking her head and chuckling, Ginny continued her now-solitary walk to the Great Hall. Cassie was absolutely mad. In every sense of the word. Seamus had no interest in her, whatsoever. Remembering their conversation last night, though, made her stop.

Okay, so maybe Seamus did have an interest in her. Would that be so bad? After all, he was a nice bloke. Charming, funny, good-looking, kind. Loads of girls fancied him. Would it be so bad if he did ask her out? Ron might object to it at first, (of course he would- Seamus wasn't Harry) but he would come around soon enough. Would it really be so bad? No, no it wouldn't. She might even say yes.

Then, of course, there was Draco. Since all the Seamus talk had started, he'd been like an annoying little twitch in the back of her mind. Draco. Really, though, what about him? She'd already established that nothing could or would ever be between them. So they snogged. So what? Snogging wasn't a commitment. To Draco it was probably just a fringe benefit of the Warrior thing. Now he really did have no interest in her.

Ginny frowned. Why was he kissing her? It couldn't be just pure physical attraction. Draco went after the best and most beautiful. She was...cute, but a far cry from beautiful. He'd said he'd 'been overcome with the sudden urge to kiss her.' But why?

She let out a rather frustrated sigh. This was insane. Draco's meaningless kisses would not stand in her way of a potential relationship with Seamus. Once she did start seeing him though, she'd have to put a stop to all this snogging business. She couldn't go around kissing Draco Malfoy behind her boyfriend's back. She shook her head. She was getting far too ahead of herself. This was all Cassie's fault. All her talk of Seamus and fancying. Seamus probably wasn't even interested in her.

~ Lunch ~

Ginny and Cassie were seated at the Gryffindor table, munching on various food when Ron came up.

"What's up your arse?" Ginny greeted.

Ron sat down across from her, glaring. "Snape."

"Yes, well, some of us don't get to take a month long vacation from school," Ginny pointed out.

Cassie sighed dreamily. "Ah, vacation."

"What a foreign, foreign, thing," Ginny continued, keeping with Cassie's dreamy tone.

"You know, I can almost see it! Almost, but it was so, so long ago. I barely remember what it is. Is? Was? Does it even exist anymore?"

Ginny opened her mouth to continue, but Ron chucked an apple at her.

"I came over here to tell you something, not listen to your bloody theatrics."

Cassie pouted. "But I thought our theatrics were good."

Ginny laughed. "Fine. What it is, brother o'mine?"

"Mum wants us home for a family dinner tonight. Everyone's going to be there. We should be back by lunch tomorrow."

Ginny nodded. She'd been expecting her mother to want a family dinner when the Trio showed up. Wait a second...

"Everyone?"

Ron nodded. "Everyone."

So the Order would be there, too. Ginny nodded again.

"What time are we leaving?"

"Be in McGonagall's office at six. Harry and Hermione are coming, too."

Ginny resisted the temptation to roll her eyes. Of course Harry and Hermione were coming, too. With a final nod, Ron left. Ginny stabbed at the mashed potatoes she'd been eating. She didn't feel very hungry anymore. Shouldn't a family dinner be causing her joy?

"You don't seem too happy," Cassie commented quietly.

Ginny looked up at her. "That obvious?"

Cassie shrugged. "A bit."

"I don't know," Ginny said returning the shrug. "I just...don't. At least Mum will probably bake a fabulous dessert."

Cassie's eyes lit up. "Dessert?"

Ginny laughed. "I'll bring you some back, alright?"

"You better!"

~

The Trio plus one stood nervously in Professor McGonagall's office.

"Something about just being in here makes you feel like you've done something wrong, doesn't it?" Ron asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Stop being ridiculous, Ronald."

Ginny snickered. She loved seeing Ron told off.

"I'm not being ridiculous!"

"Yes you are."

"How in-"

Ron's indignant reply was cut off by Professor McGonagall herself. She swept into her office and headed straight for the fireplace.

"Now, I won't keep you lot long," she said, getting a small jar from the mantle. "Floo back into my office and then head straight for your dormitories. No wandering, understood?"

The four nodded.

"Good. I trust you all know how to use the Floo."

More nods.

"Miss Weasley, you first."

Always her. Ginny stepped up and took a pinch of Floo Powder out of the jar McGonagall was holding. She threw it into the flames and watched them turn a dark emerald color before stepping in.

"The Burrow!"

One nauseating Floo trip later, she was stumbling into the Burrow's living room. Coughing and blinking soot from her eyes, she wasn't able to stave off her mother's attack.

"Ginny! Oh, it's so good to have you home!" Molly Weasley crooned, embracing her daughter tightly.

Ginny coughed and sputtered. "Good to see you, too, Mum."

At that moment (thank all the gods) Ron came stumbling out of the fireplace, and Molly's attention was diverted for the time being. Ginny righted herself and brushed the remaining soot off. She made for a mirror and checked her appearance. So this was what she'd look like in fifty years. She bent over and beat the ash out of her hair, returning it to its normal brassy state.

"Having fun, sis?"

Ginny turned around to see Fred and George hanging out of the kitchen, grinning.

"Yes, great fun."

They came around and embraced her good naturedly.

"How's the old Hoggy-Wartty?" Fred asked.

Ginny raised an eyebrow, but shrugged. "Same old, same old. Cassie's pretty interesting, though."

"Who?"

"Cassie. She's a transfer from the States."

The twins leaned in, eager for more.

"What's she look like?" George asked.

"She's in my year."

"So?" They asked in unison.

Ginny rolled her eyes and shrugged past them.

"Perverts," she muttered.

Within minutes the whole of the Weasley family, plus Harry and Hermione, were seated in the Burrow's living room, talking about random things and waiting for the Order to arrive. There would be an Order meeting once they arrived, followed by a gigantic dinner for all.

"How's school, Ginny?" Arthur asked.

"Same as ever, Dad," she answered with a smile.

He nodded and went back to another conversation. Ginny sat perched on the edge of a sofa, swishing a straw around an empty glass of pumpkin juice. She was always a listener, not a participator in the conversations. Then everybody said she was quiet. Well, really! How did they expect her to participate in a conversation when all she was ever asked was 'How's school?' She shook her head.

"Hey, Ginny?"

Her head jerked up, to see Bill's attention directed towards her. "Hmm?"

"Out of curiosity; what's Malfoy like, now that his father's in Azkaban?"

Everyone paused in their conversations and looked over at her. Merlin, her family knew the questions to ask, didn't they? How was Malfoy? Hmm... sarcastic, annoying, gorgeous? A right pillock, but great fighter and snogger?

"Well, I don't really see him much. He's not in my year." Merlin, the lies came off her tongue like silk. When had she become such a liar? Ah right, since she'd started hanging around Draco.

"Still, you must see him sometime. Does he give you any grief?" Bill's last question was serious. Everyone knew how Draco loved to antagonize Ron. Which was still very true.

Did Draco give her any grief? Yes and no. He'd stopped with the verbal assaults. Well, not really. Now they were more of just playful banter. Then again, she'd spent the first month of term going mad because of his silence and now she was going mad because of their encounters. Merlin, Draco was going to drive her to St. Mungo's at this rate.

"Not more than usual."

Well, that wasn't a complete lie.

Bill nodded, satisfied with her answer.

"He has been a bit less obnoxious than usual," Hermione piped up.

"No he hasn't," Ron said, looking over at her with confusion.

Hermione gave him a look. "Think about it, Ronald. Has he said anything to you since we got back?"

Ron opened and closed his mouth several times. Ginny smirked. Her brother: the great, red headed goldfish.

"She does have a point," Harry said, looking surprised.

Ron frowned. "That can't be good. He's probably plotting something."

Harry nodded in agreement, while Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes.

Thankfully, there was a knock at the door, signaling the arrival of the Order. Seriousness settled over the Burrow like a blanket as the Order took their places in the living room. Ginny was sent out into the kitchen with orders to stay put and not even try to eavesdrop. She left without a fight, but making it very clear that she was miffed. She hoped that ice was radiating off of her.

She sat down at the kitchen table and drummed her fingers on the table for a bit, before getting bored. Smirking, she reached into her boot and retrieved the small dagger that Draco had given her. It fit perfectly in her boot and she'd even been able to make a small sheath for it and attach it inside. Having a weapon always within reach was comforting to her. Sure her wand was a weapon, but a knife was a good second. Everyone was afraid of knives. She flipped it up in the air and caught it deftly. She soon made a game of it, seeing how high up she could throw it and still catch it. She'd just caught it after a spectacularly high throw when the kitchen door opened. Ginny froze, her back to the door. Shit, shit, oh, shitty, shit, shit. After a moment of pure panic, she shoved it down her sleeve and spun around.

"Tonks! What are you doing in here? Shouldn't you be...er, out there?"

Tonks eyed her strangely, before crossing to the glasses cupboard. "Just getting a drink. Stuck in here, then?"

Ginny rolled her eyes, willing her heart rate to climb down a few hundred beats. This Warrior thing was going to kill her, be it murder by demon or heart attack.

"Yes. I'm stuck in here."

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, fine."

Tonks raised a skeptical eyebrow, but left the kitchen without further comment.

Ginny sighed and removed the knife from her sleeve and put it back in its boot sheath. Okay, no more of that. She'd just check what was for dinner. She got up and crossed to the oven, from which baking smells were wafting. She opened it just a crack and smiled. Strawberry shortcake. Life was good.

She'd just swiped a tomato from the salad, when the sounds of a meeting adjourned reached her. The kitchen door opened and Molly Weasley came in, shouting out orders. Ginny smiled and got out of her way. As smothering as she could be, Ginny adored her mother. She was lucky to have her and she knew it.

The meal soon got underway, and talk of current affairs began. Percy, who had apparently reconciled with the elder Weasleys, rolled his eyes when Charlie asked him how things at the Ministry were.

"Terrible. These demons are wrecking absolute havoc. Brighton's got absolutely everyone terrified. I really wish we could do more about it."

Ginny nearly choked on her chicken. Why was everyone so bloody interested in demons all of the sudden? Every time they were brought up, she had a near heart attack. There was a lot of head shaking and sighing at Percy's comments.

"That was terrible, what happened at Brighton," Molly tutted.

Ginny felt her stomach sink horribly. She and Draco could have stopped that, if only...

"Can't the Ministry find any Wiccas?" asked Professor Lupin.

Percy frowned. "I'm afraid I don't understand."

"Wiccas. They deal with demons all the time. Their magic, Wiccan magic, might be able to help."

Ginny remembered the spells and rituals at San Francisco. Professor Lupin was right. They'd all been Wiccan spells and rituals. She frowned. Wiccas would help, but so would the stupid Warriors if they'd all just stop being so thick. Herself included.

"You may have something there, Remus," Moody growled. "Know any Wiccas we could ask?"

"I'm afraid not, Alastor," Lupin said, frowning.

"How did you know about Wiccas?" Tonks asked.

"An old girlfriend of Sirius's was a Wicca."

Ginny smiled, and watched as most everyone else did at the thought of Sirius. That made her smile widen. She hadn't known Sirius all that well, but she was certain that this was how he had wanted to be remembered. He would've been glad to see them all smiling.

Moody chuckled, which was quite scary. "I should have known."

The conversation slowly began to flow to more common topics, and all too soon the dinner was over. Ginny asked her mother for an extra piece of the shortcake to take to school with her.

"Of course, dear." Molly wrapped up two insanely large pieces and handed them to her.

Ginny furrowed her brow.

"One for that new girl you're sharing a dorm with, dear. She does like cake, doesn't she?" Molly looked very worried at the thought that someone might not like cake.

Ginny grinned. "Yeah, Mum. Cassie loves cake."

Molly smiled. "Perfect, then."

"Ginny, come on!" Ron called from the living room.

Ginny gave her mother a peck on the cheek before heading out into the living room. Harry and Hermione had already Flooed out and Ron was impatiently waiting for her. He shoved the jar of Floo Powder at her.

"Be careful and don't get into trouble!" Molly called.

"Yes, Mum," the youngest Weasleys mumbled in unison.

Ginny threw the Floo Powder in the flames and stepped in, shouting out her destination. Almost instantly, she was stumbling out into Professor McGonagall's office. Her foot caught on an uneven stone and she pitched forward. Harry caught her mid-fall.

"Careful there, Ginny," he said, grinning.

She righted herself and thanked him, feeling foolish. Today was definitely not her day.

Ron Flooed in and the four made their way out, chatting amongst themselves. Well, they chatted. Ginny sulked. She didn't even fancy Harry anymore, hadn't for a while, and still managed to make a fool of herself around him. Lovely. They reached the Fat Lady soon enough and the Trio made their way inside while Ginny continued on her lonely way. What an uneventful day. She hated boring days. Well, alright, she'd nearly had a coronary a few times, but that was besides the point.

"Ginny! Hey, Ginny, wait up!"

Ginny stopped and turned around. Seamus was jogging down the hall towards her. She raised her eyebrows, wondering what this was about. He stopped a couple of feet in front of her and grinned.

"Have fun at your family dinner?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, loads. I even come bearing food."

She indicated to her cake parcel.

"That for Cassie?"

"How'd you know?"

Seamus laughed. "I've seen her eat. She could give Ron a run for his money!"

Ginny couldn't help but laugh. It was nice to laugh with a guy and not just trade insults. "I know what you mean."

They were silent for a couple seconds. Seamus stuck his hands in his pockets and looked up at her with a rather lopsided grin.

"Hey, Ginny, you know we've got that Hogsmeade weekend coming up?"

She nodded, willing her heart not to jump up in hope.

"You want to go with me?" Seamus looked almost comically hopeful.

Ginny bit her lip. "On a date?"

"Of course on a date!"

He was grinning from ear to ear and it was infectious.

Ginny smiled. "Sure."

Seamus swooped her a bow and took her hand. "I will see you tomorrow, then, fair lady."

He kissed her hand making her giggle and pranced off the way he came.

Ginny giggled and continued her way back to her dorm. Maybe the day wasn't so boring, after all. Next Saturday she'd be going to Hogsmeade with Seamus on a date. She grinned. Who cared about Draco? She might actually have a budding relationship with Seamus and he was not going to get in the way.

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A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know. It's a boring chapter, but it was necessary. There's a lot of important stuff in this chapter that I had to include. I promise the next chapter will be more interesting.

Last chapter, I got a lot of stuff about why did Draco say something about being the Dragon when he knocked down the door, and here's my answer. I don't really know if this was clear in the past chapters (which I do plan on rewriting once the whole fic is done) but part of the Warriors' powers includes strength. Think Buffy, if you will, but that really wasn't my original inspiration. Demons are strong, so are they. I hope that made sense. If you have any other questions, just leave 'em in a review and I'll try to answer.

Big, big, thanks to all my reviewers. Really, you have no idea how happy your reviews make me. I know I say that every time, but what they really do.

As always- I hope you enjoyed the chapter and reviews are always appreciated!