Spell Master

Author: Babychan

email: baby_chan1778@yahoo.com or babychan1778@yahoo.com

Title: Spell Master

Rating: R but it will become NC17 later.

Series: Yes. Chapter 35/?

Parings: H/D S/N/L N/B

Summary: The wizarding world is going to find out that Harry Potter is not the only one with awesome powers. Its a Pro-Slytherin and Pro-Draco fic. This is slash fiction. .

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters do NOT belong to me :( (pout) I’m just writing for the fun of it. I get no money for it whatsoever.

A.N.: I would love to send out a special thanks to everyone who reviews. Love ya! So very much

Spell Master


“So good of you to finally join us, Potter.” Lucius sneered maliciously.

There was really no time for Harry to wonder *why* Lucius was there only time to react. He needed to get up and in a less vulnerable position than lying on his stomach, on Draco’s couch.

When Harry tried to quickly scramble into a sitting position, the elder Malfoy viciously snatched him up by the collar and hissed into his face “What the Hell did you do to my son, Potter?” He gave the raven-haired boy a hard shake, making Harry’s eyes lull back. “Tell me now before I *KILL* you!” He roared.

Half-laying on the couch and half dangling, Harry was nose to nose with the irate dark master. While the man was focused on his face, Harry quickly tried to reach inside his robe for his wand.

“Are you looking for this?” The elder Malfoy drawled superiorly as he menacingly held Potter’s wand to the boy’s face. He pressed it painfully against his lightening bolt scar.

Harry swallowed hard as stared at his wand and let out one long breath of defeat before he shifted his gaze, raised his head confidently, and glared at Lucius. Sure, he was scared. Terrified actually, but he wasn’t going to let that bastard know it. “What do you want from me?” He croaked. To bad his voice didn’t seem to want to bluff along with his actions.

“I want to kill you.” Lucius sneered at the boy’s bravado. “But, unfortunately, that wouldn’t be conducive to my plans.”

“Plans?” He asked nervously “What plans?”

Lucius deemed not to answer. Instead, he tightened his grip around Harry’s collar to the point of almost choking the boy to death. Harry struggled to free himself, but it was no use. The elder Malfoy’s grip was like a vice.

“Let him go, Lucius.” The command was sighed in an almost bored fashion “We haven’t the time for your theatrics”.

As he continued to struggle to free himself, Harry stretched his neck to see who was in the room. He hoped that it was someone in the Order. He prayed it was. But that pitiful excuse of a rescue made him doubt that it was a rescue at all.

“Theatrics, you say?” The blond fumed.

“The purification ceremony is almost over.” The voice interrupted. “And we have no idea if this dunderhead initiated it properly.”

“Professor Snape!” Oh thank Merlin! It was Professor Snape. “Help!” Harry’s sight didn’t need to fall on that familiar black cloaked figure; the insult was clue enough to who interrupted Lucius Malfoy. Harry was never so happy in his life to see that greasy haired bastard.

Beetled black eyes seemed to debate Potter’s request, as he glared at the boy. Unfortunately for Harry, Snape made no move to help as he stepped forward and towered behind Lucius.

“What do you think I’m doing, Severus?” Lucius hissed ignoring Harry’s pleas. “Torturing him for my personal pleasure?”

“It wouldn’t be like it’s the first time.”

However, before Lucius got the chance to retort, the two men were interrupted by a very irritated female voice.

“You two are incorrigible!” Narcissa huffed angrily with her hands on her slender hips. “Didn’t we already discuss and *agree* on how we were going to go about getting his information?” She gave them and expectant glare while tapping her tiny, sandaled clad foot.

Harry, who was still trapped in the elder Malfoy’s grasp, was dragged off the couch and onto the floor when the man turned around to face his wife.

“Darling... I was doing just fine… Wasn’t I Severus?”

“Leave me out of this.” The raven-haired man quipped to the blond then said, oh so sweetly to Narcissa. “And for the record, I did tell him to stop.”

Lucius just gave his husband a betrayed glare before he turned to his wife to refute Severus’ “lies.” But when she turned her now bird-like glare in his direction, he wisely chose to keep his mouth shut. She was two seconds from changing into Veela Fury and he appeared to be first on her hit list.

Harry took advantage of Lucius’ distraction and pried himself out of the demon’s grip then as quietly as he could, he made a mad dash toward the vestibule.

“Just …sit down, Everyone!” She closed her eyes and lightly touched the middle of her forehead with her middle finger. “This whole situation is giving me a headache.”

Lucius rolled his eyes as he plunked down, imperiously in a chair, then crossed his legs as he rested his head cheek to fist in a boyish pout.

Severus obeyed her request as well. He sat in the chair beside Lucius, but he sat down in a more refined *adult* manner.

“Now where’s Harry?” Narcissa asked looking around the room.

Lucius sulked at his wife then made a grand gesture with his hand —the one which still held Potter’s wand— toward the vestibule. “He skivvied off when our backs were turned.”

“Then why didn’t you stop him?” She shrieked, and stamped a tiny foot.

“Wasn’t sure if I was allowed.” The blond drawled with huffy derision. If he wasn’t allowed to have his fun, well then, he decided to be as difficult as possible.

Harry, who had just reached Pagan’s tapestry suddenly found himself compelled with a strong desire to go *back* into the room with the murderous Lucius Malfoy and that traitorous Snape. He felt like he desired to sit down and have a chat. He tried to fight the urge but found himself helpless against it.

It wasn’t the Imperius.

He knew what that felt like and how to fight it off. This was different. Worse. Because it wasn’t someone else’s will forcing him to do something he didn’t want to do . This was a manipulation of his *own* desires. It made him want, no *need* to go back in there with Malfoy and Snape as if his very happiness depended on it, when in truth his *life* depended on him getting *out* of there.

Harry just wished he understood* why* he was going back in there when all he really wanted to do was run.

Gryffindor bravery be damned. He was in Slytherin now.

Narcissa turned toward Harry as he reentered the room. “So good of you to join us again, Harry” She made a gentle gesture with her hand toward the couch. The moment was so smooth it was almost like a dance in itself. “Please do sit down while I ask you a few questions.”

As he hastily compiled, Harry instantly understood what was going on. He was under a Veela enchantment. Harry tried not to look at her as he made his way to the couch. He filled his cheeks with air and tried to hold his breath as well. He remembered reading something about a Veela’s charm being weaved through movement and scent.

“Child.” Narcissa began curiously as she moved toward him. “Whatever are you doing?”

Harry pinched his eyes shut, and covered his ears with his hands as he sat and gave a mutinous shake of the head. He didn’t want to see her, hear her, or breathe in her scent. Unfortunately, his plan to break free from this Veela curse wasn’t exactly wise. He only ended up making himself blind and deaf to his surrounding. Then if that wasn’t enough, he was asphyxiating himself as well. He figured he had about 30 more seconds of air before he passed out from the lack of oxygen. Still, he wasn’t going to give up his fight to keep his own will.

“For crying out loud, we don’t have time for this nonsense!” Lucius’ fumed right before he used Harry’s wand to zap the boy with a jolt of power on the leg.

The offense had the desired effect. The shock to his leg made Harry open his eyes painfully wide, take a deep gasp of air, and uncover his ears so that he could use his hands to cover the stinging pain on his leg.

“Now, do we have your attention, Mister Potter?” Lucius smirked as he smugly crossed his arms. He liked causing people pain. It made him feel good about himself.

Harry glared hatefully, at the man, as he used his hands to try and sooth his wound. Lucius Malfoy was such a bastard, in his opinion. Unfortunately, before he could voice this opinion, Harry felt his focus magically pulled toward another person.

Narcissa’s displeasure was clearly expressed for all to witness as she asked in a no nonsense tone. “Will you please be so kind to tell us what you did to my son?”

Harry blinked hard as he looked at the woman standing directly before him. Actually, she was the only one still standing. Harry didn’t know why but he knew that it said a lot about who was actually in control of this situation. Nonetheless, Mrs. Malfoy was beautiful. Extremely. She was expensively dressed in a very feminine, soft lavender pant suit, and looked petite, slender, and very delicate. Despite her appearance, though, her very presence made Harry’s hair stand on end.

“I didn’t do anything to him.” He said convincingly. Well, he hoped in was convincingly. Harry didn’t know how he knew, but there was something very dangerous about the woman in front of him, and it wasn’t because she was the wife of Lucius Malfoy. Actually, he felt more nervous around her than Snape and Lucius combined.

At his answer, Narcissa’s head tilted down disappointedly and she let out a deep breath, almost as if she were letting out steam.

“So you’re going to lie to us and be difficult then?” Severus asked as he arched a knowing brow. When Harry didn’t answer, he shook his head and mumbled with a hint of pity. “Stupid Gryffindor.”

Snape’s unusual concern made Harry glance toward Lucius. He found the man’s eyes gleaming with anticipation as if he *hoped* Harry would choose this road, and a prickle of fear shivered down the boy’s spine. Harry then turned back Mrs. Malfoy, and his eyes widened in alarm as he watched her features start to sharpen and become more bird like. He had seen a Veela do this before. In his fourth year and now he understood the uneasiness he felt from being around her. She was a Veela barely keeping her fury at bay.

She WAS dangerous.

“He fell!” Harry blurted out mendaciously. “Honestly, I didn’t do *anything* to him!”

Narcissa’s head snapped up and wide pupil eyes quickly focused on emerald eyes.

“Honest” Harry reiterated as he made a pleading/pacifying gesture with his hands. “I didn’t do anything to him!! He tripped on the rug and fell all by himself.”

She pinched her lips together at his lie, but didn’t fault him for it. She knew if the situation were reversed, she would have lied too.

“Is that the truth, Harry?” She asked slowly. “You didn’t do anything to my son?”

Again, Harry felt that tug on his subconscious which manipulated his will. “No…that’s not true” Harry answered eagerly in a tone he hoped would please her.

Narcissa smiled victoriously, for she had him now and she wasn’t going to let him out of this trance until she had all the answers she wanted “What did you do to him, then?”

“I pushed his hand in into the fire.” He supplied eagerly, then quickly added when she frowned. “But it wasn’t my fault! He wouldn’t let me keep the voodoo doll! And I *needed* it!”

“WHAT!!!!!” Lucius and Severus simultaneously yelled and shot to a stance.

Their voices were so boisterous and so unexpected that it startled Narcissa and she lost her hold on Harry.

Once freed, Harry’s first instinct was to run. Unfortunately he didn’t get far. When he turned toward the exit, he was face-to-face, and wide-eyed with fear, with a beyond furious Potions Master.

The black-haired man took that opportunity to practice his legimency on the boy. By the time Harry felt that feather light touch in his mind and used occlumency to block it, Snape had already found out everything he wanted to know.

The raven-haired man grit his teeth as he snarled out, “So *you’re* the reason why all of the Slytherins are being harassed right now!”

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Was the stuttered lie.

“Of course you don’t.” The raven-haired man sneered as he elegantly raised his hand in front of his chest. “Accio voodoo doll head.”

The round dirtball rolled from under the couch then zipped toward the professor, but Lucius –who heard the tale-end of what Snape said– caught it with a skill of a seeker catching a snitch.

Immediately after it hit his hand, he blinked twice in absolute shock. He looked at the doll’s head as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He then pinched his eyes shut, then opened them and looked at his hand again, as if expecting the head not to still be there. He actually jerked in surprised when he saw it.

If Harry didn’t have the sinking feeling that he was going to get expelled for this, he would have enjoyed seeing the always self-possessed Lucius Malfoy so off balanced. That is, until Malfoy’s eyes slid toward Harry’s direction.

“Did you give this to my son?” He hissed dangerously. So very dangerously.

Harry swallowed loudly and backed up slightly. He wished desperately that he had his wand. He had never seen Lucius Malfoy this angry. The man always looked mean. Evil even. But this was positively terrifying.

“No…It’s not even mine.”

The elder Malfoy didn’t look like he believed him as he stared at him with, now, silver-slit eyes “Then whose is it?” Because it couldn’t have been *his* son’s. No, his son was too smart to own such a ridiculously illegal item. And much too smart to actually bring it to HOGWARTS.

Harry shrugged. “How should I know?” He gave another nervous shrug for good measure. “Maybe someone is trying to frame him.” He did promise Draco that he wouldn’t incriminate him, after all.

“Yes.” Lucius agreed with a short nod of his head. He was now sporting his fangs “Some is trying to frame son, and when I find out who it is…There will be hell to pay/”

“Draco purchased it.” Snape volunteered with a disgusted roll of the eyes. This was why Draco was as bad as he was. Because his husband was quick to blame someone else when it was actually Draco’s fault. Lucius would even go as far to frame an innocent.

Three sets of eyes focused on the Potions Master. A furious crystal, confused ice blue and a terrified jade.

“How do you know this?” The elder Malfoy demanded to know. “Were you with him?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Snape snorted. “Why in the world would I go and purchase one. I know how to *make* my own. And before you even ask. No, he didn’t make it himself. Like you, I would *never* leave those types of instructional books out. He *bought* it.”

Lucius pursed his lips and shook his head no. He was not accepting that truth. He would have been informed if his recalcitrant son tried to buy such a dangerous item. So that was a lie.

“He bought it on the internet.” Snape informed angrily. “He even admitted to buying other things... Cadavers and fetuses and ….dead man’s toes.”

Lucius looked up to the ceiling as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Who in their right mind would sell that to a seventeen year old?” Lucius yelled with a mixture of disbelief and knowing fear. He then glared at Harry as if it were the boys’ fault “A fine moral compass you turned out to be! Why didn’t you stop him from buying it!”

“We weren’t even friends at the time!” Harry defended. Not that they were “friends” now. But they weren’t enemies.

“Oh” Lucius sneered disbelievingly. “How convenient for you.” Then rolled his eyes and glared at the doll head in his hand.

“You know what this means, Luc.” Severus sighed out . “We’re going to have to do a sweep of his rooms…Again.”

All his rooms and this was not an easy task, because the young prince didn’t just have simple quarters. No, he had his own wings at Malfoy Manor, Snape Castle, and the Veelan Imperial Palace. Not to mention the dozen or so seasonal vacation homes they owned and the permanent guestrooms he had at his friends and relatives houses.

Lucius stared at Severus with unblinking eyes, but he wasn’t looking at his husband. No, he was mentally envisioning the arduous task of going through his son’s stuff. Breaking wards and trying to find secret hiding places. In retrospection, he knew he should have trusted his gut feelings when he thought that his son’s rooms were suspiciously “clean” the last time they did the sweep.

He looked around the room they were in and knew this room needed to be added on to the list as well. His shoulders slumped and not for the first time Lucius wondered why his son couldn’t have been a normal teen with a drug problem or something. But nooooo. Draco would never *use* drugs. He was too smart for that. Instead, he was the dealer. He created knew ones, pushed them on the weak-minded , and made a profit.

The damn brat.

That was one of the many reasons they forced Draco to start a *legitimate* business in Ibiza .

To keep him out of trouble.

Now, look how *that* turned out!!

He’s buying fucking voodoo dolls and dead bodies from muggles!!!

“Damn that child!” Lucius screamed as he closed his fist and crushed the doll head into dust. “I swear I think I am being punished! For what though, I have no idea!?” He threw his hands in the air at the injustice of it all.

Clearly, it must be a Malfoy trait *not* to believe in Karma.

“Will someone please tell me what is going on?” Narcissa asked impatiently as she looked back and fourth between her husbands. “And what does this have to do with the ceremony?”

“What Ceremony?” Harry’s questioned then damned his persistent Gryffindor qualities. He was just too curious for his own damned good.

“You want to know what is going on!” Lucius yelled aggrieved as he pointed accusingly to the space behind his wife “Your son is a menace!”

Harry looked behind Mrs. Malfoy as so did everyone else and that was when he saw *him*

“What’s happening to him?!” Harry gasped in alarm.

Magical binds strapped the –now naked– winged Veela to the table. Draco looked to be in absolute agony. His veins were visible. Painfully so. His once bleeding, crescent-shaped scar now looked more like a tattoo. His arm and hands were no longer injured. Which was good to know. In spite of this, what grabbed the former Gryffindor’s attention was not any of that, it was the brown goo which was seeping out of Malfoy’s pores, eyes, nose and mouth.

As he raced toward the injured Veela, Harry couldn’t believe that he missed Draco. Of course, keeping his guard up around Lucius Malfoy *did* take up most of his attention. Still, the state Draco was in was completely unacceptable. Why did they tie him to the table? Was this their way of punishing him? He wasn’t sure. He had often wondered what Malfoy’s home-life was like. He figured it was as bad as his own, or worse, since the blond had such a horrible father and a nasty disposition.

Narcissa turned her gaze toward Potter. She was surprised by strong feelings *for* her son that were coming from Harry. When the boy grabbed at the magical binds trying to loosen them she mentally commanded him to “Stop. He needs to be on that Alter.”

Harry stopped as if frozen and turned slightly to stare wide-eyed at the beautiful Veela. “Did you just…?” He pointed to his head. He couldn’t believe it. Mrs. Malfoy had just broken through his occlumency and spoken to him telepathically. Not even Dumbledore or Voldemort could do that.

“That’s because they are not as powerful as I am.” She mentally assured in a no nonsense tone after she heard his inner dialogue.

As Harry stared at her he felt that shiver of fear again. He knew, now, for a fact that Narcissa Malfoy was dangerous creature, and not one to mess with.

While the boy stared at her, she took the opportunity to search through his thoughts and find out exactly how the boy instigated the Ceremony of the Equinox. He didn’t seem prepared, and they found no Holy artifacts. No urns or phials of sacred earth, fire, water or even a sacrificial blade to carve the symbol of the Child of the Equinox. Despite this, the Ceremony had begun and Draco even bore the Crescent Mark.

It didn’t make since.

Initially, she wasn’t going rape his mind like this. She was going to be kind about it. Ask a series of question which he was to answer. Harry was, after all, her future son-in-law. But the boy chose to be difficult and time was of the essence and now they had to do it the hard way.

While searching through his memories, she ignored his lust. That was to be expected. She was Veela after all. However, she was impressed by his restraint. Even though she held a tight reign on her charm, most men would have been blabbering idiots by now. Falling over themselves in hopes to please her. She tilted her head curiously, and wondered if his composure had any thing to do with the marriage bond, or better yet that bite of possession he left on Draco’s neck. She wasn’t familiar with the magical ties created by those with manticore blood in their veins.

After a few more seconds of mental searching, she steepled her fingers together against her soft lips and sighed tiredly. “So *that’s* how the Ceremony came about!” She shook her head in awe and disbelief. “It was just a series of unfortunate events!”

“What ceremony?” Harry rasped out as he raked a weary hand through his wild locks. His head hurt. It felt like the Knight Bus went through it. Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure why it suddenly felt that way.

She looked at Harry. Her eyes widened in surprise that he could even have a rational thought let alone ask a question. The boy was powerful indeed. Then her eyes softened and she gave the young muse a tender apologetic smile. “It must be tiring…. being a catalyst, such as you are.”

Harry furrowed his brow in confusion. “I…don’t understand.”

“Of course you don’t, dear.” She placed a gentle hand on the top of his head. A gesture of sincere affection in the Veelan culture. “No one has bothered to explain it to you.”

“Speaking of explanations… What happened, Narcissa?” Lucius interrupted. “What did you see in that boy’s mind?” He stomped back into Harry’s view, grabbed his wife’s shoulders and turned her so she would face him. “I insist that you tell me right now. Did Dumbledore plan this? Is that why he delayed our entrance?”

“Dumbledore?!” Harry squeaked, aching head be damned. “He’s alive?”

Lucius turned his head to look at the boy as if he were stupid. “Of course he’s alive. Why wouldn’t he be?”

“Because…” Snape provided sardonically. “That’s whose head you crushed, just moments ago.”

The elder Malfoy’s eyes widened dramatically. “Are you telling me that the voodoo doll had an essence of Dumbledore in it?” He could scarcely believe it. “How could Draco possibly manage that? The old man has eyes everywhere!” Lucius focused his gaze toward the floor, and quickly looked around, hoping to find the missing essence.

“At the moment, *that* is the not a priority” Narcissa interrupted even though she was curious as well. She knew about the lemon drop; she didn’t know how her son managed to steal it. Nevertheless, “Our number one concern, right now, is *finishing* the Ceremony.”

“I agree” Snape added quickly, trying to reinforce the change of subject. When Lucius was occupied with his tantrum, he had secretly accicoed the lemon drop, — which had popped out of the doll a fraction of a second before its head popped off, thus sparing Dumbledore’s life— . He had no intention of giving it to his sadistic husband. Not when they still *needed* the old coot.

“But…” Lucius whined

“But nothing” Snape interrupted. “Draco is depending on us right now.”

Harry watched Draco’s parents and Snape for a minute then realized that they had forgotten about him. For which he was grateful. So while everyone was preoccupied, Harry quietly tried to tip-toe away. Idly, he looked around the room, searching for his shoes before he decided that he really didn’t need care if he never got them back. He was alive. Dumbledore was alive. Thank Merlin! And Draco had his parents and Snape to take care of him. And now he was going to get out of here before his good luck ran out. He didn’t even care if he had to leave his wand; he was getting out of here.

“Going somewhere?” Came the familiar drawl.

Harry spun around and almost jumped out his own skin. Snape was right behind him. However, before the boy was able to respond, the Potions master pressed his wand and dirty trainers into his hand and sneered.

“I trust you have the good sense not to tell anyone what happened here this morning.”

“What? Are you talking about what’s happening to Draco…” Harry asked then embarrassedly corrected “um I mean Malfoy.”

Severus gave no reaction to the boy’s slip of the tongue. “That among other things.”

“You mean the — ”

“You might be the wizarding worlds darling.. ”Snape interrupted maliciously “But do not fool yourself into believing that attempted murder is a *prank* taken lightly in this word.” He cut of the boy’s rebuttal with a slicing gesture of the hand. “Moreover, I am sure that Dumbledore would not be so* amused* when it is *his* life on the line.”

“But I didn’t mean it! It was an accide—”

Beetle black eyes glared into malachite. “You and I both know that, at the time, you *did* meant it.”

Harry shook his head no. He didn’t mean it. He just wasn’t thinking at the time.

“Potter.” Snape sighed wearily. “You need to know this and know it well, and as your Head of House it is my duty to inform you. You might be favored by Dumbledore right now, because he *needs* you, but he does not particularly care for the warfare of those in Slytherin.”

“That’s not true” Harry defended earnestly. Almost killing the old bastard made him feel like he had an obligation to defend him.

“It *is* true and you know it” The Potions Master silenced. “He thinks we are a bad lot. He believes it’s in our blood and if he found out what *you* did this morning, he might even think he found some truth in his prejudice and in the questions he’s had about *yours!*”

Harry jolted with surprise then stared accusingly at the professor. “You knew?” Harry asked breathlessly. He felt like all of the air was sucked out of him. “You knew…about my mother? And… who her father was?” The hurt of the question laced his voice.

Severus looked solemn, but he did not mansuetude his words. “Of course, I knew. Everyone in the Order knows.”

“….I didn’t….Not until Draco told me.”

Beetle black eyes widened in alarm. “Draco knows?!”

Harry shook his head. “No…I don’t think so…but… I don’t know. He might.”

Snape pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. This day just kept getting worse and worse.

“If...everyone knew…” Harry implored in a saddened whisper. “Why didn’t anyone tell me?…”.

“Hmmm…” Snape replied lost in his own inner turmoil. “I suggest you take that up with Dumbledore.”

Harry glared at the man who still refused to give him answers before he replied defiantly. “Maybe I will.”

“Maybe you should.” Snape sneered with all seriousness. “But if I were you, I would choose my words wisely and guard my mind carefully when I speak to him.” He gave Harry a meaningful look of warning before he turned around and walked back into the main room with his black robes billowing behind him.

Harry watched Snape walk out of vestibule then turned his attention to the massive picture of Salazar Slytherin smiling serenely at him. Unfortunately, it was the only true depiction the school had of the man, his newly discovered great ancestor. Harry had checked. The only other pictures were well drawn caricatures of a tall, slender, villainous looking wizard who looked to have no business even being *around* children, let alone founding one of the most powerful schools in the wizarding world.

Harry smiled sadly at the picture of the short, chubby and kindly faced man. So many lies were weaved into this School that the truth seemed to be a forgotten memory. Or a distant one, with only a chosen few truly knowing those secrets.

Harry frowned. He was tired of believing in false truths. And he was tired of being lied to. However, he wasn’t going to go barging up to Dumbledore and self righteously demand the truth, like he told Snape.

No that would be to…Gryffindorish.

He was in Slytherin now, and anyway, there was more than one way to skin a cat.

And since everyone in the Order new about his family tree, there was more than one “cat” in this school with the answers he needed.

Or should he correct that to…

Wolf.

Tbc.

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Ahhh I had no idea my story was reposted on AFF!!! ^__^ I am so happily surprised!!! I had given up hope a long time ago.

Sorry for not posting. I really am. I had no idea it was back up.

love ya
babychan