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Lemon Drops and Blood Pops	By : TokiMirage Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 12434 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Lemon Drops and Blood Pops

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Chapter Twelve:

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The next morning, Harry woke up in a good mood and feeling more relaxed than he had in years. With a happy sigh, he crawled out of the warmth of his bed and forced himself into some clothes. By the light shining through his window, he knew it had to be almost lunch. He hadn't slept like that in… well, a long time. Casting some quick cleaning charms – he probably couldn't indulge in a shower, he was already rather late – he rushed out the door.

Upon his arrival at the Great Hall, he saw that the staff and the handful of students remaining for the holidays were already eating lunch. He tried to sneak inside without being noticed, but it was rather impossible.

"Harry!" Albus greeted happily. "We were surprised to miss you this morning. Did you eat on your own?"

Harry slipped into the chair next to the Headmaster with a sheepish grin. "No, actually, I was sleeping."

Two auburn eyebrows rose in surprise. "Really? So late?"

Harry grinned. "Well, I don't know what it was, but I slept like a baby." He winked.

A delightful twinkle came to blue eyes. "Splendid!"

"Did I miss anything this morning? If I slowed things down, I apologise."

Albus looked surprised. "Oh dear no, Harry. Karl has been charting the wards all morning. He won't need us for a few days, at least. So there was no need to wake you."

Harry let out a small breath of relief. "Oh. Well, that's good. I'm glad. Does this mean I have the next few days off?" When Albus nodded, Harry grinned. "Sweet." He hadn't had the chance recently to go on any training binges, and he was totally overdue. During the decade he worked full time for Under the Wood, he'd trained regularly and gone on a few sabbaticals to learn new fighting forms, but there was a technique he'd been meaning to master for the past while now… And now he had access to Gryffindor's sword.

"Harry…?"

The half-vampire blinked and pulled himself out of his thoughts. "Oh, sorry, Albus. Were you saying something?"

The Headmaster smiled, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "I was wondering… if you'd like to join me for a bottle of Butterbeer later this evening?"

Harry blinked. Was… no way, Albus couldn't be… no, he'd never do that. There was no way Albus was asking him out for a beer. In Harry's time he'd been practically asexual for the majority of his life… besides the Grindelwald obsession. An obsession that, as far as he knew, could still be… well. Albus probably just wanted to spend time with a colleague and friend. "Sure, Albus. What time?"

The older man looked pleased. "After dinner? And perhaps afterwards we could engage in another game of chess."

Harry smiled. "Sure thing, Albus." He then proceeded to stuff his face with lunch. Part way through the meal, Karl and his apprentice appeared, both speaking amicably in German. They waved to Albus or Harry, it wasn't really discernable from their distance, and made their way to the lone table in the middle of the hall. They sat across from Harry and Albus with a short greeting.

The table had fallen silent. Harry frowned and washed down his mouthful with a glass of pumpkin juice.

Albus seemed completely oblivious to the awkward atmosphere. "How has your morning been so far, Karl? Is there anything you need?"

Karl turned a slightly strained smile on Albus. "Ah, no, Albus. We have all the supplies we need. The charting has been going well, but there are so many wards with both simple and complicated functions. It will take a while to find the problem."

The Headmaster inclined his head and took a sip from his goblet.

Feeling the atmosphere tense again, Harry started taking stock of his surroundings. The students at the table seemed both wary and curious at the same time. The teachers on the other hand… some of them carried on regular conversation, but a few shot dark looks at the two Austrians every now and then.

Especially Victoria.

Was it because they were speaking German? He knew there used to be a great deal of tension between some countries and people during this time because of WWII, but he'd never had it shoved in his face like this before. He took a sip of pumpkin juice, keeping an eye on the situation. He wouldn't have anyone pissing off the warder that he went through all that trouble to find.

Nothing happened during lunch, and Harry relaxed slightly as the master and apprentice left to go back to wherever it was there were looking at the wards. He excused himself with a short farewell to Albus and a promise to come up to his office later so they could go out for Butterbeer.

Nearly bouncing, he went to the Room of Requirement to burn off some of the energy he'd gotten from such a nice, long sleep. No one was in the area when he arrived in front of the entrance, so he walked back and forth three times thinking 'Give me a place to train' over and over again. Upon the third pass, the door appeared, and he snuck inside with a quick glance around him.

He grinned at the sight that lay before him. It looked identical to the training facilities back at the Agency. There was an area for physically training the body with weights, a swimming pool, an arena for duelling, multiple practice dummies, and even a track that went around edges of the room meant for running. It was perfect. Going over to the mats, he started the slow, relaxing process of stretching. If you took the proper time to warm up your muscles and body, and to cool it down post-activity, it gave you much less trouble in the long run. He didn't want to completely destroy all the good Albus's massage had done for his back, after all.

He spent a good three hours in the room, training his body and testing his skills against the practice dummies. They had declared full out war on him before he finally called it quits, having trouble keeping up under the onslaught of twenty dummies trying to avenge their 'fallen' comrades.

It was with a pleasantly sore body and an unpleasantly sore ego that he tried to forget how out of shape he was with some sword practice. He was relieved that his blood contract with the sword of Gryffindor still held through time or dimension travel, as it appeared to him with little work on his part. Closing his eyes to enter a calm state of mind, he focused his energy into the sword, aiming to try out that technique he'd tried to master during the war and failed. He hadn't had nearly as much experience with swords back then, or with channelling his magic through sources alternate to a wand, and he hadn't continued to work with the sword after the war because the flaming sword had been far too closely associated with Harry Potter, which was a disadvantage when you were trying to be an incognito assassin with no identity.

But now he had no reason not to master the sword in its entirety, so here he was. Attempting what he had once deemed impossible.

Opening his eyes, he pushed his magic out of the sword at the same time he slashed it through the air. He grinned when a puff of fire escaped the blade. Hey, a coughed up fireball was better than no fireball at all. It was more than he'd ever managed in the past. Getting excited, he tried again only to scowl when the sword sputtered and all he got was a puff of smoke.

This was going to take a while.

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An hour later found Harry leaving the Room of Requirement, his clothes slightly scorched from his attempts to master the sword. He was sure there was a trick to it, something that he was missing, but he knew that working on one problem for hours on end and seeing no progress only hindered actual progress. Sometimes it was better to let things stew for a while. Learning wasn't exactly an exact science, after all.

"Ah, Harry! I had wondered where you'd gotten to," a familiar voice came down the hallway.

Harry turned around and smiled at the sight of Albus walking towards him. "Hey. You going to dinner?" he asked. They were only a few minutes away from the Great Hall, after all, and Harry was bloody starving.

"I am indeed. Care to accompany me?" the older man asked with a twinkle in his eyes as he caught up to Harry, who had stopped walking to wait for him.

"But of course," Harry said with a teasing little bow. When it elicited a chuckle from the Headmaster, he mentally congratulated himself. "So, how's the warding going? Are things going well with Karl?"

Albus's eyes darkened momentarily before lightening again. "The warding is going well. Things with Karl, however…"

Harry frowned. "What's wrong?" Karl was a likable enough man. What was the problem?

"Karl is a very competent wizard. A respectable wizard, where he comes from. Unfortunately, some of the staff have not been as… welcoming as I would have liked."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Victoria?"

Albus sighed. "If only it were one person. Victoria is possibly the most volatile, but not the only one to have mixed feelings concerning our… resident warders."

"I don't see what the problem is. Is it because they're German?"

Albus caressed his auburn beard with a pensive expression. "I believe that that does not help. Unfortunately, I cannot force the staff to be more welcoming, and I can only try my best to limit contact…" He sighed wearily and tugged his beard. "It is a dilemma."

The half-vampire frowned, silently agreeing. It was an unfortunate situation all around. People in general weren't accepting of change, progress, or outsiders. Wizarding society was even more so. But there wasn't anything that Harry could do about it unless someone was outright rude. It was always the subtle things that were hardest to pinpoint and do something about.

"I'm sure it'll work out, Albus," he placated, patting the older wizard on the shoulder. He reciprocated the half-smile he received even though he didn't believe his own empty words. He was going to make sure it worked out because he had a little half-vampire coming back in less than two weeks who needed to be safe when he got here.

Perhaps it was time he started 'helping out'.

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He went with the warders after dinner was over, telling Albus he would visit later that night for their promised Butterbeer and chess date. When the Headmaster saw him intending to leave with the warders, he agreed without much fuss, and as they left the great hall Harry tried to strike up a conversation with Karl.

"So, how do Hogwarts' wards compare with others you've checked out before?"

Karl frowned. "Checked out?"

Harry coughed. He often forgot that his vernacular was different than the general population's during this time, and it probably didn't help that Karl's first language was German. "Uh, I mean, looked at? Examined?"

"Ah, yes. Interesting words you use. Honestly, the wards are magnificent. I have never seen a set so complicated or powerful in my entire life. I'm quite enjoying examining them." But Karl trailed off, the muscles between his eyebrows crinkling with tension.

"…but there are other things you aren't enjoying," Harry took a stab. If he had an opportunity to find out what was wrong, maybe he could do something to fix it. Maybe it wasn't the staff being jerks.

"It seems as if your colleagues aren't as glad that we are here as you and the Headmaster."

Well, that bit of hope died a quick and pathetic death. "That's because they're jealous of your genius." Okay, maybe saying the first thing that came to his mind wasn't exactly a good idea…

Thankfully, Karl just laughed. "If only that were the case. I feel as though… you and the Headmaster have made us feel very welcome here. But I believe our nationality… concerns some of the staff."

Harry snorted. "They really should have more faith. It's not like you were brought here to sabotage the school."

"No, but some see it that way."

Harry scowled. "Well they should have more trust in their Headmaster at the very least. If Albus found you untrustworthy, you would have been out of here before you could say… uh… Pumpkin Juice." When Karl laughed, he just grinned. "That took me a second."

"I noticed."

Harry cleared his throat. "Right, so… is there anyone in particular who's giving you problems?"

Karl shook his head. "Not yet, although there is that one lady who looks quite vicious."

"That's probably Victoria. If she gets snippy at you or is a bitch in any way, you just let me know, mkay? I've been looking for an excuse to tear her a new one for weeks." His lips curled in a sadistic little grin.

Karl blinked before laughing outright. "Very well. I shall do that." He chuckled some more, and then they came to a stop outside a very unassuming-looking door.

Harry blinked. "I'm pretty sure I've never seen this door before."

Karl smiled. "Hogwarts is a very smart entity," was all Karl would say before he pushed open the door and led them down a spiral staircase. Harry tried to spread out his senses to feel where they were in the castle, but all he encountered was the magic of the school, everywhere. It was if they were floating in it.

How bizarre.

"And here we are. These are the ward chambers of Hogwarts. No one may enter if they have bad intentions, and one may only enter if there is good reason. Upgrading the wards is one of them. When Albus first led me here, I have to admit I was quite amazed at the ingenuity of the Founders. This room is impossible to locate unless you are a Headmaster or the Ward Master chosen to fix the wards."

Harry blinked. "How do you get 'chosen'?"

"The Headmaster brought me here the first night and… introduced me to the castle, one might say."

Harry grinned. Wicked.

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He spent the days up until Christmas dividing his time between Karl, Albus, and his personal training. When he'd actually enjoyed hanging out with Karl, he'd been pleasantly surprised. He'd learned more about wards in the past few days than he'd ever picked up at the Agency – they'd been required to have a basic understanding of wards in order to tear them down and put up simple ones for themselves. At first Karl had been a bit wary of sharing his knowledge, as Harry was both British and not a Wards apprentice, but after the half-vampire shut down one of Victoria's more provocative rants before she could really get going, Karl had been a little more amenable to Harry's curious prodding.

Christmas Eve rolled around without too much trouble. By then, Karl had a pretty good understanding of the wards and was working on discerning the hole or malfunction that had let a vampire onto the grounds. Harry could tell by Karl's apparent frustration that it wasn't going as quickly as hoped. Not that Harry could do anything to help. Until they knew what the problem was, he was basically useless. Except for good company and an occasional sarcastic comment sent Victoria's way.

Letting out a sigh, he slipped out from under his warm covers and wondered how many presents he be getting this year. It changed often depending on Darcy's moods. Some years she was irritable from being overworked and mad at him for leaving – apparently brooms were the perfect Christmas presents – and others she felt that he was too lonely and therefore deserved many presents.

Going into his living room, he shook his head at the sight of the Christmas tree that he'd half-heartedly put up after much nagging from Albus. Seeing a letter resting on the top of the fireplace, he frowned and wandlessly summoned it to him. Opening the letter with his magic, he squinted at the barely-legible, loopy handwriting inside. Scowling, he tilted his head to the side to better decode the horribly slanted and irritating text.

Dear Harry,

It has not been long since our last meeting, but I find myself missing your enthralling presence. Ruben has also been speaking much of you. I would like to extend an invitation to our home for a Christmas Eve dinner. While our race does not celebrate this holiday for religious reasons, we do throw the best parties. It is my hope that you will be able to come. It begins at midnight, and do bring this invitation with you. If you decide to come, spill a drop of blood on the bottom of the page, and at midnight the invitation will portkey you to our mansion.

I told Ruben you may be coming. He is looking forward to seeing his teacher again. Perhaps you would reconsider private tutoring?

Regards,

Aldon Raluca Octavian Valerius

Harry's eyebrows rose, now recognizing the loopy family crest for what it was: an extremely stylized V. It was rather sneaky of Aldon to mention Ruben in the letter in order to 'persuade' him to consider going, and irritatingly enough it seemed to be working. Though, it was true that vampires threw the best parties, and he hadn't gone to a real bona fide 'party' since… well, that last time didn't count really. He'd been infiltrating a drug ring by pretending to be a prostitute, and he hadn't been able to enjoy the entertainment since he'd been part of the 'entertainment'. If there was one thing he hadn't enjoyed about his job at the Agency, it was the month of special 'training' prior to the mission and the actual fucking he'd had to do on the mission. He'd had to get close enough to the ring leader to get the information the Agency needed to take down the whole operation, even if it meant fucking him comatose so he could rifle through the files unnoticed. He'd been the only senior agent with both the stamina (read: sex drive) and disposition (read: balls) for the job.

It hadn't been pleasant, but he'd thanked whatever Powers that existed out there that the ring leader hadn't been a 300-pound tub of lard.

Though, the man's foot fetish had been skin-crawling to endure. The memory of that slick, slimy tongue sliding between his toes and probably collecting a little bit of lint between them on the way gave him shivers to that day. Hadn't the man cared that he'd been practically walking barefoot half the night, giving lap-dances and collecting probably a bit of every known drug to man up off the floor in the process?

Disgusting. Maybe that was why he'd passed out so fast, though Harry liked to believe it was his self-perceived 'skills'. He'd had to be physically attractive and sexy dancing enough to catch the eye of ring leader, the latter of which had been part of his 'training' before the mission. As for physically attractive… well, glamours used to protect his identity also allowed him to be the hottest white-haired and purple-eyed albino there.

But that was beside the point. Actually, what had been his point? Right. The party. He shook himself out of the memories of loud music, dim lighting, and the heat of another body. To his irritation, he found that he had hardened slightly at the memory of sex. He wasn't a teenager, and here he was getting turned on by a little memory of a romp he hadn't even completely enjoyed. Disgusted with his lack of control, he almost waved the letter into the fire with magic before stopping himself. Letting out a breath of anticipation and anxiety at the memory of the party, he bit his lip.

Well, it wasn't like he had to decide now, right?

Sighing, he snatched the card out of the air and placed it on the mantle of his fireplace. He should probably go down to breakfast.

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The last of the staff had left the previous evening, so it was only Albus, Karl, and Janika at the table when he arrived. Both the Austrians were in a heated, but quiet argument when he walked in the door, bringing a frown to his face.

"Was ist los?"

::What's the matter?::

As Harry sat down and helped himself to some toast and eggs, Karl and Janika traded looks, Karl one of vexation and Janika of subdued anger. "Sie würde zum Weihnacht gerne nach Hause zurückkehren. Ich habe ihr gesagt, dass sie wohl kaum von ihnen erwarten kann, sie wegen einem Essen international zu apparieren, allerdings besteht sie darauf ihre Familie zu sehen und will nicht zur Vernunft zu kommen."

::She wishes to return home for Christmas. I told her she could hardly expect you to apparate her internationally for one dinner, but she is adamant that she see her family, and refuses to see reason.::

Harry frowned. "Mir fällt kein Grund ein, warum ich sie nicht zurückbringen könnte. Ich meine, natürlich ist es etwas umständlich, aber ich kann wohl kaum ablehnen, wenn es in meiner Macht liegt, es zu tun."

::Well, I don't see why I can't take her back. I mean, sure it's an inconvenience, but I can hardly refuse when it's in my power to do so.::

Janika's expression brightened while Karl looked slightly surprised. "Sie würden das aus so einem simplen Grund machen? Ich war der Ansicht, dass Seit-an-Seit-Apparieren ziemlich anstrengend und gefährlich ist."

::You would do so for so simple a reason? I was under the impression that side-along apparition is quite taxing and dangerous.::

Harry grinned. "Nicht wenn wir von mir sprechen. Ich kann sie beide für Weihnachten nach Hause bringen wenn sie wollen. Nur müssten sie die Nacht dort verbringen und warten, bis ich sie morgen am späten Vormittag oder am Nachmittag wieder abhole."

::Not when it's me we're talking about. I can take you both home for Christmas if you'd like. The only thing is, you'd have to stay the night and wait for me to pick you up again late in the morning or in the afternoon tomorrow.::

Karl shrugged. "Ich hab keinen Grund zurückzugehen. Ich bin zufrieden damit an den Bannkreisen zu arbeiten. Ich denke, dass ich kurz davor stehe, das Problem zu erkennen und es würde mir sehr missfallen, wenn ich abreise, mir dann etwas klar wird, das ich übersehen habe und ich meine Überlegungen nicht durch arbeiten an den Bannkreisen überprüfen kann. Janika jedoch scheint der Vorschlag sehr gut zu gefallen. Wenn sie dazu bereit wären, habe ich nichts dagegen sie gehen zu lassen.Die Bannkreise sind kompliziert genug. Es ist nicht so, dass ich nicht auch auf sie verzichten kann."

::I have no reason to return. I am content to work on the wards. I think I am close to understanding the problem, and it would displease me if I left, realized something I had missed, and could not verify my thoughts by working on the wards. Janika, on the other hand, seems to be quite pleased with this idea. If you are willing, I am not adverse to letting her go. The wards are complicated enough that she is not an irreplaceable asset.::

Harry winced at the look on Janika's face at that comment. Ouch. "In Ordnung. Wann würden sie aufbrechen wollen, mein Fräulein?"

::Alright then. When would like to go, Miss?::

Cheeks reddened and expression slightly shamed, she lowered her head. "So bald es ihnen recht ist, mein Herr."

::As soon as is convenient for you, sir.::

Harry nodded. "Ich werde sie nach dem Frühstück zu Karls Haus bringen. Sie können selbst nach Hause apparieren? Ich hab Ihren Wohnort noch nie gesehen, also werde ich nicht in der Lage sein sie persönlich dort hinzubringen."

::I will take you back to Karl's house after breakfast. You can apparate yourself home, yes? I've never seen your home, so I won't be able to take you there myself.::

She nodded. "Ja ich kann apparieren. Vielen Dank, mein Herr."

::Yes, I can apparate. Thank you very much, sir.::

"Kein Problem."

::It's not a problem.::

Without another word, he dug into his breakfast with gusto, waving to Albus, who seemed to be trying to catch his eye. The Headmaster didn't say anything, but he kept looking back and forth between Karl and Janika with a questioning expression. Harry just shook his head slightly and smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. He'd tell the older man about it later if he asked.

Unfortunately for the Headmaster, he didn't get a chance to ask because as soon as breakfast finished, Harry was escorting Janika off the grounds so he could side-along apparate her back to Austria, and after he came back he went straight to the Room of Requirement to work out.

Of course, Harry should have known better than to put off a conversation with Albus when the man wanted to know something.

His lack of foresight resulted in Albus slipping into the Room of Requirement when he was halfway through a kata with the sword of Gryffindor. Before the older wizard got close enough to get a good look at it, though, Harry sent it back to whatever sub-dimension he'd pulled it from.

"That was an interesting sword. How did you make it disappear like that?" Albus asked pleasantly.

Harry rummaged around in his brain for a decent excuse. "It was a conjuration, actually."

Two auburn eyes rose in surprise. "Really? I would think it rather difficult to conjure a sword of perfect balance and weight."

Harry blinked, and then cursed himself for giving even that much away. Damnit, but Albus made it difficult to keep secrets. Snapping his wand into his hand with a flick of his wrist, he focused his entire concentration into the conjuration of a sword that was shaped like the sword of Gryffindor, but didn't actually look anything like it.

It worked, thankfully, and he caught the handle of the blade with his left hand before it could hit the ground. Swinging it a couple times, he mentally grinned at the similar weight and decent balance. He knew enough about swords to conjure one, but they always broke when tested in a real battle. Probably because the metal wasn't actually 'real', it was a simulacrum. Just like you couldn't conjure gold, you couldn't conjure most other precious metals either.

Albus's eyebrows rose. "I'm impressed."

Harry shrugged and disappeared the sword. "So, why'd you come looking for me?"

Albus smiled. "To watch? I always wondered what you did when you disappeared for long periods of time."

Harry shrugged. "You caught me. So what did you want?" Albus had the tendency of skirting around the point if he wanted to avoid answering a question. It wasn't nearly as bad as the old barmy routine he remembered, but he could see the beginnings of the Headmaster's misleading conversation technique.

"I wanted to ask about the… disagreement between Karl and Janika this morning."

"Ah, right. It was simple really. Janika wanted to go home for Christmas, and Karl didn't think I'd take her home. Of course, I would, and I did, so that problem's solved. I'm going to pick her up tomorrow morning or afternoon at Karl's place. She said she'd wait there after eleven, so…" he trailed off. He really hadn't needed to tell Albus that much, but his mouth had sort of run off without him. It was so easy to be relaxed in Albus's presence.

Too easy.

It made him forget himself at times, which made the Agent in him cringe with displeasure.

"Harry? Is something wrong?"

The assassin snapped out of his brooding thoughts and shook his head at Albus's inquiring look. "No, nothing. Do you want to play a game of chess after I finish my routine?"

The Headmaster brightened and popped a lemon drop in his mouth. Harry had the urge to cackle maniacally. Project 'Addict the Dumble' was a success! His vicious glee died a quick, squealing death however when Albus conjured himself an artful, comfy, and very red and gold armchair and plopped himself down in it on the edge of the matt, and then looked at Harry with an expectant look.

Cussing mentally to himself, he wondered what the hell he could practice without revealing too much to Albus. The Headmaster knew he could wield a sword, though not how good he was (and he'd rather not let loose THAT little bit of information), so he sent a wordless command to the room for practice dummies and pulled out his wand.

"You're not going to finish your sword practice?" Albus asked him before he could even get off the first spell, distracting him and almost getting him hit with a painful stinging hex from the dummy.

Irrationally annoyed, he shot back, "So you just came here to see me work out shirtless?"

When Albus had nothing to say to that, Harry smirked, as he had his back to the other man. He purposely left his shirt off after that, deciding to get his workout by dodging the spells of the dummy rather than casting a blasting curse and blowing it up in seconds.

He took out his annoyance at an interrupted workout out on the dummy, creatively using various simple spells to torture the poor contraption until it was too busted to keep moving. The look on Albus's face – one of begrudging respect and sympathy for the dummy – had been worth it.

But he wasn't quite sure what to feel when the man had watched him strip to his boxers and jump into the pool for a cool down swim. Even though his glamour didn't really look anything like the real Harry Potter, it was still… disconcerting.

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The chess game after his workout was awkward, to say the least. In order to fill the awkward silence between moves, he'd ended up ordering something to eat for lunch from one of the house-elves. He'd refused the brandy, to Albus's surprise, if only because he wanted to be sober when – if – he showed up Aldon's doorstep. What was with the names, anyway? Did he really need four of them? And hadn't he introduced himself as Aldon 'Vale', not Valerius?

Due to his slight distraction, Albus wiped the floor with him earlier than expected, but instead of sticking around for another game, Harry made an excuse about needing to buy Darcy and Irene some last minute presents for later that night and left the Headmaster's office. He'd seen disappointment in the twinkling blue eyes, and ended up leaving feeling both awkward and guilty.

The evidence was piling up that Albus found him… well. And Harry didn't know exactly how he felt about that. Sure, he felt a resonance in their magic when they occasionally brushed hands, but magical resonance wasn't a good enough reason to… well. And aside from the massage and watching Harry work out, Albus hadn't done anything overt to draw attention to the fact that he was gay or that he might be finding Harry attractive. And even if the older man did make a move, Harry had no bloody fucking idea how he'd react to it.

He'd always seen Albus as a parental, or grandfatherly figure very much out of reach. And now the dynamics of their friendship had changed his view of the man to the point where he was seeing them as distinctly different people. Dumbledore spoke barmy circles around every discussion and managed to pull the oddest of conclusions from very little information. Albus danced a bit, but was far more forward with his knowledge-seeking. Dumbledore believed in the greater good to the point where he'd placed Harry in a hateful family and doomed him to a shitty childhood. Albus didn't control a single aspect of Harry's life except their chess games together. But during those games Harry hadn't felt that hair-crawling sensation at the idea of being 'played', since it was just a game. For Dumbledore, the game had had real chess pieces, and Harry had been a Bishop; only able to move in a straight line and follow the orders of the player.

It was amazing how much his view and experience with the world had opened up once he'd left the protective shelter that was Hogwarts. He hadn't returned for seventh year in order to graduate with the expectation of joining some super secret agency in America. No, his plans had been either the Auror corps or professional Quidditch. Instead he'd gone on a assignment in his first year of grunt Auror training only to get tossed in the deep end of the blacker dealings of the Wizarding World. It was his sheer stubborn tenacity and quick thinking that had pulled him out of the ear-deep sinkhole of a shitty situation, and it was that recovery that had put him on the Agency's radar. Well, that and the fact that he was the reason their operation went hundreds of miles south of 'fucked up' in the first place before he somehow managed to miraculously fix it with his thrice-be-damned Potter Luck.

Suffice to say, they'd snatched him from the clingy hands of the British Auror Department before the Ministry had realized they'd lost him.

Sighing, he forced the extraneous thoughts out of his head and wondered what he was going to do in the four hours before he had dinner with his girls. Without bothering to go by his rooms – he kept everything important on his person at all times – he left the castle and disapparated the moment he was outside the wards.

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Harry frowned down at his coffee as he thought of all the shopping he'd done in the past three hours to kill time. He'd bought the girls some more presents, but he'd also picked up some things for the… well, if he decided to go. He'd bought some new dress robes and visited a rather… well, let's just say that the second seamstress he'd visited had been of the variety that covered less flesh than most wizards and witches considered decent. It was amazing how backward this time was compared to his own. Women were still wearing long skirts, as anything shorter than below the knees made people think you were a streetwalker. A whore.

Since Harry didn't really know what was considered good fashion sense among the vampires of this time (and good fashion sense among the vampires of the future was 'the less cover, the better'), he'd picked up a selection of things. Dress robes in case this was formal – or in case it started formal. And then an outfit that was close-fitting but didn't show off any skin. And lastly, an outfit that about as revealing as the one he'd worn on the prostitute mission.

Currently he had about an hour before the girls expected him for dinner, and he was killing it by drinking far more coffee than was reasonable, he was sure. He also kept reminding himself to satiate his bloodlust before – if – he decided to go to the vampire party. He wasn't due for a week, but there was going to be bloodletting at this party whether he liked it or not, and he'd rather not get sucked into the feeding and lose control. The last thing he needed was to get addicted to human blood.

He spent the rest of the hour trapped in similar thoughts before he left the café and disapparated. The house looked the same as he remembered. Darcy and Irene had bought it together some years ago when Harry insisted that his small room on the second floor of Under the Wood was all that he needed. Before then Darcy had been living in a tiny apartment in one of the less-known wizarding neighbourhoods. But when the business had really took off, she'd felt financially secure enough to get her own place, and Irene had pitched in as well.

He walked in the door without knocking. "Hey girls, I decided to come early since-" he abruptly cut himself off at the sight of two very red women separating themselves from one another on the couch. Oh. Maybe he should have knocked for once… "Oh, sorry to interrupt. I'll just, er, come back in fifteen minutes… or longer…"

Darcy shot up from the couch. "N-no! That's n-not necessary." She smiled shakily. "It's good to see you, Harry. I'm glad you remembered this time."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Last year was a fluke! I keep telling you. The only reason I forgot was be-"

"-cause you needed to help that lady take her Christmas shopping home, and then her turkey burned and you need to help her cook blah blah- Yeah right. And like I keep telling you, you're lying!"

Harry scoffed and pulled her into a short, affectionate hug. "Whatever. We'll agree to disagree then."

Darcy rolled her eyes.

Truthfully, what had actually happened last Christmas Eve was someone had broken into Under the Wood and tried to steal all of his brooms and the safe. Harry hadn't made it to the dinner because it had taken him all evening to interrogate the guy with veritaserum and then wipe his memories and toss him through the doors of a magical hospital in Germany somewhere. He'd been too riled up by the time he'd finished setting the shop back to rights to go to the dinner without making a blunder that would blow his cover, and had instead settled for hunting in the Forbidden Forest and killing a bunch of dangerous creatures.

"I'm glad you're here, Harry," Irene said softly, smiling and hugging him once he let Darcy go.

Harry smiled. "Good to see you too, kiddo. Mmmm, that smells good. Tell me you're making my favourite."

Irene giggled. "But Harry, turkey dinner is for Christmas dinner!"

"Aw, but it's my favourite!"

Dinner was a pleasant affair. Darcy and Irene managed to keep his mind off the impending vampire party for the most part, though he couldn't keep his mind from drifting during the lulls in conversation. Before he knew it, dinner was over, much eggnog had been consumed, and Darcy and Irene were sending each other too many heated looks for Harry's continued comfort. Not that the idea of them having sex bothered him, more the idea that he wouldn't be having sex.

So they parted ways with smiles and hugs, but only after the girls had extracted a promise from him to come by in the morning for gift unwrapping and Christmas dinner.

And then he was apparating onto the edge of the Hogwarts wards and beginning his trek up towards the castle at 11:30. He had just enough time to throw a new disguise together and get dressed – if he was going. Oh, who was he kidding. He was totally going to this party. He hadn't had a night to kick back, have fun, and maybe have sex for… well, a very long time. The prostitution mission had happened less than a year before he'd been transported to this weird alternate time/reality, and his last party before then had been the night he and his team had succeeded in taking down a batshit-crazy fucker in Iceland with illusions of breeding an army of hellhound-salamander crossbreeds. How the guy had gotten it in his head to breed those two, no one had the slightest clue, but he'd managed it. And Harry's team had been stuck trying to clean off the tar-like blood off their skin hours afterwards. Their hair and clothes had been a lost cause when they'd ended up having to take a sort of acid-shower to get it off. Potions had returned their hair to normal, of course, but to celebrate the completion of the seriously-fucked-up mission, they'd gone to Joe and Jane's, a joint that provided booze, strippers, prostitutes, and other entertainment regardless of your 'flavour.'

Harry slipped into his rooms and checked the time quickly. He scowled. He had twenty minutes now. He should have just shadow-walked his way up to his rooms. Shaking off his annoyance, he stripped out of his clothes and enlarged all of his bags. Tossing all the clothes onto his bed, he started rifling through what was there to figure out what he was going to wear tonight. Figuring it'd be easiest if he put the sluttier clothes on underneath his dress robes, he looked for something that wouldn't have buckles from sexy leather straps creating bumps in the fabric.

When his eyes alighted on a shirt that he'd bought from a store that specialized in leathers, he grinned. Perfect. Grabbing it, he slipped it on and zipped it up. It was sleeveless and high-collared. He'd bought it with when thinking of all the vampires that might be tempted to take a bite out of him. If his neck was obstructed, an intelligent vampire would understand that that wasn't what he was 'putting out', so to speak. Second, he wondered what kind of pants he should wear. Knowing he was running out of time, he picked up a pair of white cotton pants that had easy range of movement. He wasn't going totally decked out as a slut, after all. Showing off his muscular biceps was enough, he figured, and then he'd leave the rest to the imagination. Slipping the pants on, he reached for the black, semi-expensive dress robe he'd bought. He was most comfortable in black, after all, and black would match whatever disguise he settled on for the evening.

Pulling on the dress robes, he was glad he had had the forethought to get something that had a high collar as well. His leather shirt would have looked quite stupid if it were popping out of a low collar, after all. Moving in front of the mirror, he cast a quick tempus spell and scowled at how little time he had to throw a disguise together. Deciding to just go with a disguise he was already familiar with, he changed his Underwood glamour to the one he'd worn during the prostitution mission. He watched as his reflection slowly changed to that of a white-haired, purple-eyed sex kitten. As his glamour actually affected physical matter rather than just changing the way light reflected off him, he ran a hand through his long, mostly-straight hair and pondered tying it back somehow. Not really having the time to find a hair tie, he slipped out of his old boots and went into the living room to grab Albus's gift from under the tree. Slipping the new dragon-hide boots on, he was surprised to find them conform to his feet with an ease that belied both good craftsmanship and excellent spellwork. Inordinately pleased with Albus's thoughtful gift, he grabbed the invitation off the mantle and sliced his finger open with a vampirically-long nail, he suddenly remembered that he'd completely forgotten to go take care of his blood lust before going to the party. Cussing under his breath, he checked the time again. Did he have enough time to get an animal from the forest? Was five minutes enough? He could always shadow-walk.

Decided, he smeared blood on the letter and stuck it in his pocket, shadow-walking to the forest in the blink of an eye. Not wanting to waste time hunting, he summoned a nearby rabbit from its den, ignoring its loud squealing as it went flying through the air. Snapping its neck to put it out of its misery, he sank his fangs into it and drained it dry. He had just finished and dropped it onto the forest floor when he felt the portkey activate and swish him away.

He fucking hated portkeys.

The place he arrived at was surprisingly… pretty, and serene. It made him wonder if this was actually the mansion of vampire.

"Sir? Are you Ha-"

Harry had his hand around the man's throat before he could finish his sentence. Two eyes widened in fear at the look on his face. Before the – human – man could speak, Harry had sunk into his mind using Legilimency and wiped all traces of his name from the servant's memories, replacing it instead with the name he had gone by during the prostitution mission: Ash.

"Lead me to Aldon," he intoned, his voice lower and full of more power than he let leak into his Underwood voice. Underwood was a likable man with some serious DADA ability, but he didn't strike enough fear into people.

The servant blathered nonsense and nodded, rather frightened of Harry considering he worked for a bloody vampire. You'd think he'd have more substance.

"Ah, Andrew, you're ba- who's this?"

"This is Ash, sir, the man you asked me to wait for in the East garden."

Aldon frowned, and Harry smirked. "So good to see you again, Aldon. How is Ruben doing?" he purred, putting up a wandless silencing spell around the two of them.

The vampire's eyebrows climbed into his hairline. "Harry?"

"Bingo. So, care to tell me how many other people know my fucking name?" he growled.

Aldon frowned. "Only Andrew here. I gave him a description and your name, so he knew who you were when – if you chose to come."

"Just him?"

"Yes, yes. Calm yourself. Andrew is loyal to me, and me alone. He would not share your name with anyone."

Harry snorted. "Well, I don't take those kinds of chances."

Aldon's eyes shot towards Andrew. "So I can see. If I promise to refer to you as 'Ash' from now on, would you be less inclined to alter the minds of my servants?"

Harry smirked. "I might. Keeping my identity secret and my job secure is very important to me… Aldon. I trust you will honour this secret and not prove my trust unfounded?"

Aldon raised an eyebrow, but his lip twitched imperceptibly in a smile. "You need not fear about that, 'Ash.' You saved my son's life, and secrecy is hardly difficult payment for that kind of debt."

Harry, in his Ash disguise, nodded. "Good. I'm glad we have an understanding. Now, tell me. What is the dress code for this party? I hope I am not too over or underdressed?"

Aldon's eyes slid up and down his form. "First is dinner, then the party. I'm sure we can find something suitable for you to wear later."

Harry's eyebrows rose. "I've already got that covered. I'd prefer to be dressed in more than a g-string and a leather harness, thanks."

The vampire chuckled slightly at the sarcastic edge to Harry's voice. "Oh, that is unfortunate." His dark red eyes glittered with an inhuman light when he glanced back at Harry, his lips curled in a smug little smirk.

Harry pretended to not notice, instead looking around at the mansion they were walking through. It really was a nice place, even if the vampire had purposely left it with little lighting, sending corners and some corridors into shifting shadow. It made sense to do so, for a vampire. It wasn't like they couldn't see in the dark, so they probably had just enough lighting for the slave- ah, 'servants' walking around.

The hall Aldon led him to was just as dim as the rest of the place, and Harry followed him through the milling bodies of slaves, 'servants', and vampires. Many couldn't take their eyes off him. He knew they were trying to figure out whether or not he was a vampire, as physical clues and smell pointed to human, but the way he walked and held their eyes made him something more. Something unexpected. Vampires loved a mystery. They also had an obsession with power. And more often than not, possessing that power, no matter if it came in the form of a precious stone or something that bled.

Finally, they arrived at what appeared to be the main table, and Aldon sat down, motioning for Harry to take a seat on his left and help himself to the refreshments. Suddenly, the half-vampire was glad he'd fed before he came here. If not, his eyes would already be glowing green through his glamour and his fangs would be extended. The amount of blood on the table had him wondering if they'd slashed several throats for this party. Forgoing the blood altogether, he selected for himself a steak, some vegetables, and a baked potato. A glance around at the other tables showed no such selection of human foods. So, Aldon had had it prepared for him. While part of him was annoyed for being singled out, the other half was looking into all the possible meanings that could be behind such an action. For the host to have human food brought to what appeared to be an all-vampire party? And to have the 'human' sit on his left at the head table? He could imagine some very confused vampires were wondering what was up. Very few blood-suckers had any amount of respect for a human, and certainly not enough to treat one as their equal.

No, he was special. And Aldon had made sure everyone knew it. Harry wasn't so naïve as to believe that the vampire had had him sit up there only for his company.

"How is… work going?" the older vampire asked delicately, sipping from what was probably a mixture of wine and blood.

Harry started cutting off a piece of steak. "It is going well. That incident, you remember the one. Well, it's being handled right now. Hopefully things will be taken care of before the New Year."

Aldon inclined his head with a small, pleased turn of the lips. "Very good." His eyes slid across Harry's face and down his clothes, not hiding his interest in the least. Harry wondered if he was intending to get another 'taste' of flesh before the evening was out. He had to admit to himself that the idea of a good shag was looking pretty nice.

"Aldon, darling, who is your new friend? You have yet to introduce him to everyone."

The older vampire raised an eyebrow in the direction of a lady dressed in a pristine, cream-colored dress that was probably more than a couple decades behind the times. She stood behind him, hands carefully folded in front of her. "Elvira. I see you are looking quite stunning this evening." Red eyes slid back to Harry. "This is my Child, Elvira. She is one of my eldest, and quite vicious to anger, though you would not think from her youthful appearance and soft disposition."

Elvira shot Aldon a dark look before turning her charm towards Harry. "Pleased to meet a guest of the Master."

When Aldon made to move to introduce him, Harry's lips twitched in amusement. Standing smoothly, he purred, "Good evening, Lady Elvira. You may call me Ash." Taking the proffered hand, he kissed the back of it with all the decorum worthy of one of the elder children of a powerful vampire. He wasn't sure exactly how powerful Aldon was, but he was beginning to get an idea.

Elvira's cheeks flushed a pretty pink and she batted her eyelashes at him. This entertained him, as he knew the only reason why she was able to blush at all was because she had been drinking so much.

"It is a pleasure, Mr. Ash," she whispered huskily to him, curtseying.

Harry turned up the charm. "Just Ash, my dear Lady."

She turned even pinker and curtseyed again before rushing away.

Harry sat back down and went back to his steak.

"You do realize she will be spreading gossip the moment she joins the crowd?" Aldon said quietly, and it was only Harry's enhanced hearing that allowed him to pick it up.

"Of course. First impressions, and all that."

Aldon laughed. "So you do know a little politicking."

Harry shrugged. "Just enough to survive, I'd like to think. It's not really a favoured pastime." They sat in silence for a time after that, Harry enjoying his late supper, and Aldon sipping at his wine. It wasn't until the formal dinner finished that big band music changed to that of muggle clubs. Harry was surprised to hear muggle music at a vampire's house, though he didn't let it show. He shouldn't have been surprised, really, as vampires were known for borrowing things they liked from the cultures around them.

As the few tables were cleared away by servants, Aldon led Harry deeper into the crowd to a lush-looking couch along one wall. Harry paid special attention to how much Aldon's presence affected the vampires around him, and was impressed with how they managed to keep their attention on him at all times without appearing to do so. This meant that Aldon was indeed a Master Vampire, capable of creating coherent Children as well as controlling his coven.

Aldon sat down on the couch, but not before slipping out of his dressy cloak and revealing leather pants and a half-buttoned red dress shirt underneath. He smirked at Ash. "Care to relax, Ash?"

Seeing that everyone else seemed to be following Aldon's cues and revealing the less chaste aspects of their outfits, he shrugged. Undoing the buttons and clasps holding the dress robe together, he let it slide off him with a shrugged movement. A servant appeared out of nowhere to take it, much like they seemed to have already taken Aldon's, and he let her with nary a glance. It was expected that servants were treated as befitting their station, even if he didn't agree with the sentiment himself. There was no point in pissing off a bunch of vampires at this point by not following 'proper decorum'.

"So tell me, Ash, how you came to work where you do?"

Harry settled himself down on the couch, using its empty state to put some space between them. Unfortunately, Aldon seemed to have a different idea about that, and just slid closer with a smile. "Oh you know, the usual audition process."

Aldon rolled his eyes and ran a finger over the curve of Harry's bicep. "Really. How is it you came to have the necessary… experience."

Harry smirked. "Things kept trying to eat me."

The finger paused. "Really. Why would they try to… eat you?"

"I don't know. Maybe I just smell that good?"

Aldon leaned close and smelled Harry's hair. "I only smell human."

Harry shrugged. "That's the point."

The vampire chuckled and ran his tongue along the line of Harry's jaw. "I do not see how your smelling human is supposed to deter me from desiring to… eat you."

"Ah, but it does."

Aldon slipped onto Harry's lap, and before the half-vampire realized the older man's intentions, his mouth was being consumed by a pair of cool lips. Closing his eyes under the assault of masterful lips, he relaxed into the kiss and just let it happen. He was sick of fighting, really. He hadn't had a good lay in years.

When Aldon pulled away, his red eyes were glowing with an inhuman light. "May I bite you?" he intoned quietly, and Harry could feel the subtle suggestion in it. The half-vampire scowled at him and flipped them over before the older vampire knew what was happening. Or maybe because the older vampire let him. You couldn't always tell with these old types.

Pinning the vampire down on the couch, he tossed his hair over one shoulder in a calculated move and used his wandless control over his glamour to bring a glow to his purple eyes. For anyone watching, it would make them think he was a vampire instead of a human. He'd rather have them think he was anything but a half-vampire. Their race had a naughty habit of trying to wipe out all crossbreds. It also had the dubious purpose of slowly bringing Aldon under his spell. He had no vampiric glamour to speak of, but he was trained in the Art of Seduction and wasn't afraid to take full advantage of it.

Tilting his head down so the hair fell partially in front of his face, he looked up at Aldon through white lashes while grinding his hips subtly into the vampire's lap and tracing fingertips down his chest. Seeing that red eyes were trained on him avidly, he tossed his head back and curled his spine, bring his hair flicking around until it came over the other shoulder in a practiced move. It was harder than it looked, actually. Leaning in close, he latched his mouth onto the vampire's neck and gave a teasing nibble and kiss before pulling away and continuing his lap dance.

He didn't exactly like the attention he was getting from the rest of the room, but the way Aldon's red eyes caressed his lithe body and glowed with arousal and heat made him push it out of his mind. To his amusement and pleasure, the vampire only lasted ten minutes of the teasing dance before he was pulling Harry into the shadows.

The half-vampire landed on a soft bed with a slight grunt as Aldon landed on top of him. Before he could communicate his displeasure at being lugged around like a potato sack, however, Aldon was grinding against him and unzipping his leather shirt to lay an assault on his chest. Arching into the talented mouth, he tried to think properly through the arousal. What had he… oh right.

"If you bite me tonight, we're never having sex again. Got it?" he tried to say as firmly as possible. It was kind of hard with the friction currently torturing his long-neglected dick, and instead of commanding it came out sounding airy and aroused.

Aldon chuckled, and it was airy and hot too, so Harry didn't feel so bad. "Very well. Though I do not understand why you are so reluctant to enjoy bloodletting during sex. It is quite the… euphoric experience."

"Yeah. Right. And along with it comes marks of ownership or slavery. Not making that mistake. And I suggest you don't, either, or you're going to find yourself quite unable to have sex ever again."

Aldon froze, and his eyes narrowed and glowed with anger and undercurrent of power. "Are you threatening me?" he hissed softly.

Harry shrugged. "Just communicating the terms of this… the sex." If Aldon did suddenly get stupid enough to make Harry his slave or servant, however, he had every intention of doing worse than castration. Well, first there would be castration. And then a list of other torture techniques that he'd never been able to use on humans because they just couldn't last quite long enough.

After a long staring match, Aldon inclined his head and returned to ravishing Harry's nipples. Moaning in pleasure at the sensation, he relaxed under the assault and let Aldon do all the work. He came embarrassingly quickly into the following blow job, but when the vampire didn't make any disparaging comments about it, he mentally awarded two points.

And then promptly lost count when the vampire flipped him onto his stomach and rimmed him for what must have been an hour, torturing his tight ring of muscles until they loosened under the assault. Eventually he was left moaning wantonly into the sheets, wondering where the fuck Aldon had been all his life. 'Fuck me.'

When the slick and talented tongue was replaced by a blunt, cool member, he wandlessly cast a self-lubricating spell and moaned as Aldon sank into him with ease. God, but he hadn't let someone fuck him up the ass since… since… well, his second squadron leader. The first one had been a real asshole that had nearly gotten them all killed in Estonia. The second had been a rather rugged-looking guy with a patchwork of scars on his face, butfuck had he been an animal in bed.

He was beginning to wonder if Aldon was going to beat Liam's record on his internal list of 'Best Fuck'.

The vampire took a couple attempts to find Harry's prostate, but that didn't really bother the half-breed, because once Aldon found it he was relentless. Having vampire strength helped, too. He could slam hard and push deeper without worrying about Harry's pelvis breaking.

There was also the stamina…

It felt like days before Aldon finally let him come, but it was probably only a couple of hours. The sheer torture of being brought to the brink but not being able to come nearly drove him mad. Especially because the vampire hadn't cheated and tied off the base of his cock. Oh no, he managed it with his sheer experience alone.

Finally, when Harry's magic exploded out of him and started destroying things, Aldon got with the program. With a series of inhumanly-fast penetrations and slamming against his prostate, the half-vampire was coming harder than he physically thought possible. The pleasure threatening to tear his nervous system apart, actually, nearly sent him into unconsciousness and was only stopped by his assassin training against passing out, which had him breathing through the orgasm even though it almost broke his brain to do so.

Collapsing into the wet spot under him, Harry let out a low groan and barely had enough strength to turn his head to the side to breath. And he thought he had stamina. Fuck.

"Ready for another round?" Aldon murmured into his ear, still hard inside him, teasingly kissing along Harry's spine.

Two hazy, glowing green eyes popped open in shock.

Never underestimate the libido of a vampire.

-Toki Mirage-

Okay. I know some of you are going like OMFG joygasm, while others are going OMFG horror, so I'm just gonna clear this one up right off the bat: I like writing sex, most other people like reading sex, and Harry DEFINITELY likes having sex. So yeah.

If you don't like Aldon and Harry going at it, too bad. (evil grin) Harry is too much of a guy to not find someone to fuck before he realizes that there is a perfectly good relationship he can have with Albus. Besides, if I got the main pairing going this quickly, you wouldn't like it anyway. Think of this as… my way of fending off the sex-fiends. That's right, this is for you Dreamer! (cackles) Oh, you blush pretty… mweheheh.

ShadowFoxTrulsRohk ;) told me that there was an asteroid on its way to Earth, and that I needed to update ASAP before we all burnt up the wave of destruction! :D So here it is. That was a hilarious review, btw Fox. I dare say I was hypnotized for a moment there. (sniggers) Not that that trick will work every time. Though it did manage to finagle 2000 words out of me before I died again.

If there are any inconsistencies, I apologize. It's been a while since I last reread the fic, and I'm too busy to give it a good once-over. If you catch anything, please feel free to tell me so I can fix it up. I'd also like to thank Eloise Evan Rosier (Lo, is that ur FF pen?), Aina Riddle, and Absentminded Dreamer (Did you change ur pen again Dreamer?) for Betaing this chapter and finding a plethora of little spelling mistakes. I'd also like to thank Malaquita and Marmee Noir for the German translations. If there are any redundancies, it's my copy/pasting fault, not theirs. :)
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