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Dragons Heritage	By : Doragonkage Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 50298 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the Dracken concept, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling

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Throughout the rest of the day Harry expected to be asked the same thing over and over again.
“How do you feel about this man?” but not once after Arthur had asked the question was it brought up again, but Ginny and the twins were looking forward to meeting the man who had made Harry so happy, that they had already decided how Harry felt about him, thus they had no need to ask, and Ron? More than likely, he wanted to spend as little time thinking about it as possible.
All in all; things went along normally, with a slight increase of teasing from the twins and Ginny, who was still oddly calm about the whole prospect. After all, she had spent a great deal of time under the impression that once the Dark lord was defeated and school was over, she and Harry would really get down to dating, so it seemed that the notion of Harry coming out of the closet was a tad bit of a surprise for her.
By the time everyone at the Burrow had settled down for the night, Harry found himself just laying on his bed, first discussing of the coming school year and what to do with the rest of the vacation they still had left.
When Ron finally settled down and began sleeping, evident from his light snore, Harry was left with his thoughts, the very same that had lacked all clarity as of late, always wandering about, purposefully avoiding focus on subjects that didn't revolve around his inheritance and the two dominants he'd met so far. Yet even still the thought that Dumbledore hadn't replied anything yet was gnawing at the back of his mind, supplying some anxiety into the mix.
In the middle of asleep and awake Harry had glimpses of the little daydream he had earlier, he felt the rush of being chased and caught, then courted in a way, he felt heat pool at his cheeks, a tightness winding itself ever tighter in the pit of his belly. Just like before, it happened again just as their lips were to meet in their first kiss, the vision ended abruptly, so much so that Harry jolted wide awake with a gasp.
Placing a hand over his chest Harry was surprised to feel his heart fluttering like a caged bird in distress, his breath uneven and heavy. “Sod this...” He groaned low to himself and sat up.
Glancing over to spot Ron sleeping soundly still, so as quietly as he could Harry drew on a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt, having gone to bed in only a pair of boxers. Once dressed he got up and ventured downstairs to fix himself a drink seeing how sleep chose to elude him so.
Sneaking downstairs Harry went and set the kettle to boil some water while he got himself a cup and the jar of honey, and set the tea ready for when the kettle was done. As he waited for the water Harry found himself, for the millionth time in the last ten minutes, thinking about the oncoming meal, would Bator actually agree to join in on a family meal with strangers, aside from himself and Molly, whom the man had met only briefly?.
On the other hand it'd be a good measure of character, his Dracken supplied helpfully and after thinking about it, Harry had to agree.
If, and it was one hell of an IF, Bator was indeed a Dracken, a dominant that was interested in him as much as he appeared to be, then if, another one of those huge Ifs in life, they mated then Bator would just have to accept the Weasleys as well, since Harry wasn't about to turn his back on them after all this time. He would fight till the last breath for the basic right to keep in touch, meet and greet and so forth with those he held as a family, not a single thing was worth losing them for.
The sudden, sharp whistle of the kettle snapped Harry from his pondering and moving quick he took the kettle and poured himself a mugful of it, letting the tea absorb into the water, stirring on occasion before disposing of of the tea grind and added a little bit of honey, just the way he liked it.
With the cup in his hand Harry went to the living room and sat on the couch, pulling the blanket over his legs as he sat at the corner, leaning against the corner of the armrest and the back of the couch, looking ahead as he stirred his tea and sipped at it occasionally.
Once he was settled on the lounge, Harry allowed his thoughts to roam freely as he settled down comfortably. Pulling his legs up and held the cup against his thighs so he could look at the surface of his tea, and as he stared he could swear he could see flashes of images. Not of people he knew now, But of children. And yet somehow he felt...related to these children, a quite a few actually, and the more he looked, the more his grin spread, he'd always wanted a lot of children, career be damned if there was no other way of taking care of them all but stay at home, he'd gladly do so to see to the needs of them all.
Sip after sip, his cup emptied and as it ran out Harry felt comfortable and happy, so with a smile on his face he got up, folded the blanket onto the armrest of the couch and went to dish his cup to put it back again, putting everything back in their place before making his way upstairs again.
Content in his capability to figure out this whole thing with his inheritance and the oncoming 'date', Harry slumped onto the bed spread out, still smiling as sleep finally claimed him.
The sun glared right into his eyes as he opened them suddenly as a weight landed on him followed soon by another making a nice dog-pile right on him.
Groaning and wiggling to get the mass off of him; Harry blinked sleep out of his eyes and glared at the twins, who grinned right back as if they weren't causing some serious hindrances to Harry’s breathing with their antics.
”Good morning sunshine, have a nice dream did we??”Fred began, looking at Harry who merely knit his brows together, quite oblivious as to what the male was on about.
”He sure was hugging that pillow tight while nibbling on the corner of it, so I’d wager he was indeed.” George replied in Harry’s stead , nodding towards the pillow that Harry was still clinging onto, not that he had much choice in the matter with the two apes flat on him like this.
”None of your business to begin with..now get off of me!!! You pair of bloody lummoxes.” Harry groaned, wiggling harder still to no avail as the twins remained still for a while longer.
”Lummox is it and here...” George began, giving his brother a sideways glance.
”We thought that we were doing you a favor by kicking you out of bed so you....” Fred resumed, putting on the most convincing expressions of hurt he could muster without pulling something as he glanced at his brother.
“Don't have to rush about like a headless chicken trying to get ready for your big day.” The twins ended in unison, both flashing Harry a grin before scooting off of the boy and helping him up and off onto his feet.
Fred taking it upon himself to drag the feisty teen off to the bathroom to shower while George made his bed for him.
Sniggering as the door closed behind him, Harry undressed himself, might as well since he was shut in here. With his shirt off and pants aside, fingers gingerly holding the waistline of his underwear as he looked at himself in the mirror.
Still scrawny, but some nice muscle definition here and there, but certainly nothing to chase after, especially with such hideous scars littering his body here and there.
One on his forehead, the most infamous one, then there was one on his right arm where the basilisk had sunk its fang in, and a whole array of other minor ones from..before.
A shudder ran through the teens body as he recalled some of the scarier, non-magical wounds on him and quickly turned his gaze away from the mirror, making haste to go into the shower to cleanse the memories, he wasn't there now, and wouldn't be for a long while, no point in thinking about such things.
Taking a while to cleanse himself, and to just enjoy the pounding of the warm water, Harry remained in the shower for a while longer that absolutely necessary before proceeding to drying himself up, just holding the towel to his face as he sighed lightly and gave the mirror a fleeting glance.
”Quite a pickle you've dragged yourself into Harry.” He told to himself before he wrapped the towel around his waist and picked his clothes to put them into the hamper and afterwards heading off to get re-dressed in some clean jeans, putting on what he had bought yesterday.
Leaving the shirt untucked and the top most two buttons unbuttoned and left the tie out entirely, fresh pair of black jeans with a dark red shirt, a nice enough choice for today he thought as he made his way down to join the others downstairs.
Molly greeted him from the bottom of the stairs and waited for him there to pull him into a morning hug and a peck on the cheek.
“Looking good there Harry, so be extra careful around breakfast, wouldn't want to have to change.” She said in a mild tease while fussing with Harry’s hair, actually managing to assert a resemblance of rule into the unruly mop of hair.
Combing the strands back without forcing them out of shape, kind of a windswept style, although that left the scar on his forehead visible, he'd fix his fringe later, now he just thanked Molly for her effort as they ventured over tot he kitchen where Ginny and Ron as well as the twins were busy eating about, although that came to a screeching halt as Harry walked in.
A moment of silence was broken by a sharp whistle from Fred, who got a proper smack to the back of the head from Molly almost instantly after.
“Wow, pulling the semi-stylish but casual look nice.” Ginny commented, causing a healthy hue of red to bloom over Harry’s cheek as he shuffled over to sit in his usual spot at the table next to Ron. Who kept his eyes set on Harry the whole way over, seemingly unable to find words for it, but regardless he turned to his breakfast again while the pseudo-perverted trio bombarded Harry with a plethora of questions and vulgar remarks.
While most of it was quite funny and Harry readily went along with it, there were things that had him focusing more on his breakfast, as if in it was the most interesting thing in the world.
”Hey, can't you cut him some slack?? You've been at it for a day non-stop already.” Ron suddenly piped up once the last of his breakfast was shoveled away.
Looking at his best mate harry flashed him a grateful smile, getting the usual grin from Ron in return.
”Oh come on Ron, we're just having some fun.” George said, looking at his younger brother with a deadpan expression before glancing at Harry, true..the teen had been quite uncomfortable here and there, so maybe some slack would be fine to give.
So when his brother went to open his mouth he put a hand on his shoulder and gave a small shake of his head, while Ginny just rolled her eyes at his brother and resumed her breakfast put-off by being told to behave none at all, she was smart enough to know when enough was enough.
Patting Harry on the shoulder as he got up, picking his plate with him.
”Think you could play a round or two of chess, or you think you're too fancily dressed for such?” Ron jibed, flashing his friend a grin as he moved to set the plate in the sink to rinse it out.
“Bah! I could wear a silken ballgown, with matching high heels and a corset, and I STILL wouldn't be fancy enough to lose to you in chess.” Harry declared and after a brief pause the sound of laughter filled the kitchen, Molly just shaking her head, but smiling at the same time as she set things away for now.
An hour later, an hour before Harry was to go meet up with Bator to invite him over for the family meal, an owl flew into the kitchen, perching on the kitchen table, letting out a small hoot as Molly approached it and its lift leg. Removing the letter from the owl and giving it a cracker on the go the owl left, leaving Molly to inspect the letter, it was addressed to Harry, so with the letter in hand she went outside where the kids were enjoying the sunshine by flying about on their brooms. ”Harry!! a Letter for you!!”She called out, effectively drawing the attention of all of them.
As they landed Molly handed the letter over to the confused looking Harry who looked at the envelope, a small smile stretching onto his lips. ”It's from Witches Weekly.” He said looking at Ron who urged him to open it as he fumbled it open and unfurled the parchment, reading aloud what it said upon it.
Dear Mr Potter,
It has come to our attention, through a private informant, that an article was published in our paper without your, and Mr.Weasley’s consent, but worse than that most of the information was untrue, and presumably written with malice in mind, and for this we apologize and have began pulling the publishment from market and sending corrections, further more we are willing to compensate for this accident, just come visit at the office and we shall discuss it, this invitation has no time-limit.
Sincerely
Timothy Anglis
Editor,
Witch Weekly Magazine
Moving his thumb a little he slid another sheet of parchment out to scope out the address of the offices, he'd have to talk with Charlie about that, hopefully he would be done with his emergency soon, so if they chose to go for compensation it wouldn't take place during school days.
”That was quick work from the solicitor.” Molly stated, nodding slightly as Harry rolled the parchments again and tapped them against his chin.
”Umm, does anyone know when would be a good chance to ask Charlie what he thinks about it??” harry stated after a while when Molly had headed back inside again.
”Sorry, nope, just got to wait till he is available again.” Ron said with a shrug, Ginny, Fred and George nodding as well, the way the note had been scribbled down in haste suggested that whatever it was that had called Charlie back to work too soon, was serious indeed.
Setting the subject aside and taking the notes to his trunk, hopefully he would remember them later on. From then on things settled down again, the kids spending their time talking about the note, and various other things until Bill arrived with Fleur, both having a day off from work, after all it wasn't often the call for a family dinner was sent out, so Bill was more than happy to take a day out of paperwork to spend it with family.
As the situation, and reason for an all-out family dinner, was explained to Bill, he demonstrated well how much older he was in comparison to the four that had been the first to hear, he merely nodded as he listened to the tale from the get go, starting from the whole Witches Weekly incident and all the way till today, not once saying anything about it.
”I see, well I thank you for telling me.” He addressed the five younger one, giving them a small smile.” But Harry, shouldn't you start going soon? It's already half past eleven.” He said passingly, chuckling as Harry looked at the clock on Bills desk, nodding slightly as he got up along with the rest and headed off, needing only his new robes and shoes.
Entering the kitchen to let Molly know he was going and would be back in an hour, as they had planned upon.
”Alright sweety, have fun and remember, don't do anything i wouldn't.” She said with a small smile on her face as she wiped her hands, moving over to Harry again to settle his hair down again to the previous windswept look, it fit Harry quite well, but this time she left a bit of hair to cover up the famous scar on his forehead and with a peck on the cheek she sent Harry off, not that she wanted to, but in the end...she didn't rule Harrys life, anymore than she ruled that of her children, all she could, and ultimately would, do is just make sure they got everything they need and the protection of family.
Sighing slightly Molly turned back to the kitchen and shook her head, better get this cooking underway, so with a house rattling call she had all of her children, Charlie and Percy excluded so far, to come down and lend a helping hand so everything would be done by the time Harry would come back.
Thudding onto shaky legs Harry grabbed hold of the mantle of the fireplace at the Leaky Cauldron, shaking his head to rid it of the lingering dizziness as he swept his clothes with his other hand.
”I hate flooing..:” Harry grumbled under his breath as he swept the last of the soot off of his robes.
”So i remember you saying.” The familiar baritone voice of Bator rumbled from behind, causing harry to stand up straight and turn around to face the other in mild fright from having been caught off guard like that.
”But this time I didn't have to peel you off the ground, pity.” Bator said with a low chuckle, while his right hand dove into his pocket, pulling out a small, velvet covered box from there.
Looking at the offered item and then to the one offering it Harry blinked his eyes and shook his head.
”I...i can't, I haven't got anything to give in return.” He started, a small blush creeping over the bridge of his nose, especially as Bator merely grinned slightly wider, showing a touch of white of teeth from a tiny gap between his lips as he thrust the item a little closer to the other.
”Consider it a.... Belated birthday present.” Bator murmured quietly, a small wink of his left eye told Harry just what he'd been thinking about for the past two days already.
”W-well....t-thank you Bator.”He said quietly as he reached over and took the box, moving a big closer to the other to open it, and to be out of the way of anyone else flooing in here.
Fumbling with the lid for a moment harry finally managed to pry it open and had to raw in a sharp breath at the content. Inside was a silver chain nicely coiled along the satin pillow and neatly in the middle was a single scale lined with silver, the scale was light shade of green at the edges, going darker in color the closer to the center it got and in the center it was completely black.
”You like?” Bator inquired as Harry just looked at it.
”Y-yeah...but...but i can't accept this...it must of co...”harry tried to protest, but the presence of Bator’s index finger pressing flat against his lips silenced up his protests as the males left hand moved over to take the chain and along with it the scale that hung off of it.
”Saw it today while going for breakfast, thought you would like, and since you do, has repaid itself in full already.” The man spoke casually as he pulled his finger away in favor of opening the lock on the chain and putting the whole thing around Harry’s neck, securing it on before letting it settle on the other, the silver glinting in the light in a playful manner.
Looking at the little amulet and then back up at Bator, who held his grin as he stood and watched as well, tilting his head a bit as he caught Harry’s gaze.
”So, have found a place where you want to eat??.” He inquired while moving a bit and extending his arm towards the empty table nearby with a single cup of tea on it.
”Y-yeah about that...i have...an odd request.” Harry began as he moved towards the table, letting Bator scoot his seat for him and set him on it, and even let him take his drink of choice and fetch it from the counter and bring it to him, glad of the chance to think how to set his question up.
With a fresh cup of honey tea in front of him and Bator now seated, looking at him with a certain air of expectation hanging about Harry swallowed up the lump in his throat and took a sip of his tea.
”W-well, the Weasleys...told me i could inv....invite you to lunch with them.” Harry almost whispered out the last of the phrase, not his fault that Bator had a way of unnerving those around him, what with those ocean blue eyes and neutral expression, the way he held himself above all others without announcing it, something to dislike and to be envious about at the same time.
Waiting for the other to reply felt like a lifetime, his palms sweating, fingers drumming silently against the sides of his cup as he looked right into Bators chest, too nervous to look up into those eyes.
”You vant me there, vith your family?” Bator spoke after a while, his tone calm, casual, he demeanor just as calm, nothing suggesting that anything was wrong at all, and looking up into those eyes Harry saw nothing, no emotion other than curiosity, so he relaxed a little and nodded his head.
”very vell, Ve vill lunch there then, but first vi have to go get something then.” Bator stated as a matter of fact before taking a sip of his tea, leaving Harry to blink a couple of times in surprise before finding his voice again.
”Find what?...you don't have to...” Harry snapped his jaws shut at a single glance from the other, in a matter of seconds the males entire demeanor went from casual to downright cold, suggesting that fighting him in this matter wasn't appreciated.
”A small token of appreciation, nothing big, i promise.” Bator said as soon as he noticed the effect upon the younger man, giving him a small smile before downing the rest of his tea, half a cup of steaming hot liquid in one god, yup, he was scolding himself for acting quite that hostile in the get go, but at the very least Harry wasn't up and running off, so..he hadn't overdone it too bad.
Harry gnawed on the inside of his cheek in thought before sipping his tea, he'd been taken aback by the sheer amount of authority flung his way, but while it was quite a push-back it was also something that benefit the elder male, and he was sure it wasn't meant quite that harshly. In the end he had just tried to object to an act of kindness, not something most would take with a smile on their face, right?
With their tea out of the way Bator took it upon himself to escort Harry, keeping him close by, maybe a tad too close some might say, but Harry felt confident enough walking almost side by side with the larger male,
The short trip down along Diagon alley led them to Bacchus Emporium, an upscale liquor store that held almost any kind of alcohol, from human liquors, elven wines and even goblin ale. Stepping into the store Harry looked around himself at, feeling mighty out of place in such a fine place, everything was neatly in place, the floor had lush carpeting and the walls were paneled with oak, the same out of which the shelves that housed the merchandise were made of.
Following Bators lead down the first aisle and turning left to head down to the section reserved for wines.
”Vat kind of food will be served?” Bator inquired, giving Harry a sideways glance, hardly hiding the slight smirk at Harrys obvious feeling of misplacement as the boy looked up at him with puzzled eyes.
”Uhh...Molly was going to make lamb stew with mashed potatoes and treacle tart for dessert.” Harry replied as his gaze shifted to the shelves upon shelves of different wines, the look of confusion returning onto his features once more.
”Ah, than i'm sure the adult vill enjoy this.” While he spoke Bator moved from Harrys right to his left and picked up a bottle of Cõtes du Roussillon, examining it briefly before presenting it to Harry.
Looking at the bottle, blinking owlishly at it more like, harry was at a loss at what was expected of him, so he looked up at Bator and flashed him a smile.
”I will take your word for it, since i know nothing about wines...” Harry stated flatly, but contrary to his own thoughts of the elders reaction, he was pleasantly surprised instead.
The usual semi-grin that Bator held upon his face, at least when Harry was around, melted down into an actual smile, and looking upon it Harry could feel a squeeze in his chest and gut, such a simple expression, but on Bators face it gained a whole new level of appeal and to avoid making a complete fool out of himself Harry looked away, coughing awkwardly.
”W-well, that's taken care of, yes?” He mumbled quietly, only to jolt as a large hand was placed upon his shoulder, a comforting gesture to most, but to Harry it was like being shocked with raw electricity and burned with white fire at the same time.
Turning his head to glance at the other over his shoulder Harry let a small, slightly goofy, grin tug at his lips as Bator just nodded and stepped forward, holding his hand on the teens shoulder, effectively guiding him along to the register.
The act of purchase went over painlessly enough,the only damper in the mood was the cashier behind the counter, a woman in her late twenties, a fetching sight if you were into the whole professional look mixed with a hint of sultry appeal that flirted with Bator to a point where Harry felt a low vibration at the back of his throat, a tingle in his gums and fingertips just aching to fall onto the woman for making a move on.
Before he could enact upon the urges of his nature Bator placed a hand on the nape of his neck, pressing his fingertips lightly against the flesh, an act that normally would of irked Harry to no ends, but now it sent a wave of calm coursing through him, driving away the urge to fend off any potential suitors.
Leading the boy out of the store, his hand firmly set upon the back of Harry’s neck until the stepped outside where Bator let go. Shaking his head slightly Harry blinked his eyes a couple of times before turning to the other, a questioning look set firmly upon his features.
”The hell was that.” He demanded to know, and as Bator let out a small chuckle Harry snorted and opened his mouth to tell the other to stop laughing at his expense, but for the third time that day that same index finger found it's way over to his lips, effectively silencing him again.
”I vould ask the same of you if I vere younger, as is, I'm flattered you thought you needed to flay that woman for her flirting. ” Bator mused aloud, withdrawing his finger from Harrys lips, just to see that adorable blush setting across the bridge of his nose again.
Letting out a slight huff Harry turned on his heels and tapped his palms against his own hips. ”Well, she was acting highly unprofessionally, I don't like that much.” He murmured quietly, and as Bator merely chuckled again and nodded before heading along the road again he moved back to his spot by the others side, enjoying the occasional waft in the wind of that unique scent that was Bator’s.
By the time the clock approached one pm the pair found themselves back at the Leaky Cauldron, sitting at the very same table they had at the start of this trip. Harry played with his medallion a Bator enjoyed a cup of coffee.
“Ah, I forgot to ask, did you get mail today, by chance??”Bator inquired as he set his cup down and looked at the teen with an expression of complete neutrality.
Looking up at the other Harry tilted his head to the left a little, blinking. ”Ah, yes, from the Witches Weekly as a matter of fact.” Harry said cheerily, it had been a positive glimpse in the day, and as Bator nodded, that handsome smile once more appearing on those features to cause Harry’s body to go into overdrive.
”Uhh...why'd you ask?.” He said after a while, it was odd after all for strangers, that they still were to one another for the larger part, to ask such things of one another, unless they were expecting something.
Nodding his head a couple of times, Bator raised his cup to sip from again, setting it down as he returned his intense gaze back onto the teen across from him.
”I vent for a little visit at the publishment, had a little talk and made sure that if you didn't get mail today, I would come back.” He said as a matter of fact, like one would state the weather.
Harry looked at his companion for a while, not quite understanding it, but somehow the way those dark eyes glinted as the man spoke suggested that perhaps the second visit wouldn't be just to talk, something Harry was torn in two over.
One part thought it quite romantic that the other would do so, the other was kind of terrified by the notion, but neither opinion had a foothold over the other so Harry just settled to giving his companion a smile. ”Thank you for doing it, but...you really shouldn't have.” harry said calmly, settling to just accepting the aid in a way.
Flicking his left hand idly, Bator brushed aside the shouldn’t of Harry’s statement.
”Think nothing of it.” He stated flatly before downing the last of his coffee. Glancing over at the clock harry stood up and nodded slightly.
”Well, we ought to get going now.” Harry gestured towards the fireplace. Normally visitors would Apparate to the Apparation point near the edge of the wards, but since Harry wasn't of age yet, he couldn't so this special arrangement had been made.
Getting up after setting his cup down Bator straightened his robes and checked that he had the wine with him before joining the teen by the fireplace.
“Where to?.” He inquired as he took the floo-powder that Harry handed to him
“The Burrow and the password is......” Harry gestured for the male to come lower as he tiptoed to whisper the password into the males ear, where he was certain that Bator could feel the renewed blush radiating heat against the sensitive skin there.
Pulling back and quickly turning to the fireplace Harry chucked in the floo powder, waiting for the flames to settle, as well as his breathing, before stating his destination and stepping in.
As his feet hit solid ground again Harry stumbled forward, managing to barely catch the edge of the coffee table with his hands instead of his head.
”Just in time harry, the food is just about done and the table is set.” Molly said from the doorway as she came to check upon the ruckus in the livingroom.
Her cheery expression melted down into a neutral one as the floo flared again, and she felt the wards respond to the intrusion, but want as she might the figure of Bator stepped out in a show of billowing robes among green flames.
Greeting one another in a civil manner before Bator’s attention was back on the teen as he straightened up and shook his head, cursing floo travel to oblivion.
“Mum did Harry arrive ye.....”Ginny cut short as she peeked out from behind her mother, blinking her brown eyes slowly, taking in the sight of the older male.
Following their sister came in Ron and the twins, all stopping at the doorway to look, at a loss at what to make of the scene of the tall, broad man standing there, a hand on Harry's shoulder as he swept the soot off of him.
The last to arrive was Bill, who greeted the guest, once he could manage to squeeze past his barricade of siblings, who scattered to get ready, each of them for varying things while Harry and Bator removed their robes and set them to hang before sitting down to talk with Bill for a while.
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Authors notes: Boy this chapter took so long to write, but I'm happy with it :) I've gotten plenty of reviews and I appreciate them, and do my best to correct myself accordingly, I thank you all for your continued support <3
PS: I have a beta reader now, which will make this so much easier on you all :) and I began work on Wednesday 7.1.2015, so I will do my best to write during the weekends, so the minimum of one chapter a week, two if I hit a writing vein :) but that is all for today! I thank you for your continued support, you all make this work writing <3
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