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Somewhere in Time	By : serpentinred Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 64471 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter 62
She was walking down a hallway in Hogwarts.
Muffled music came from a door to her left, and a frown found its place on her forehead as her feet came to a stop. Almost mechanically, she turned around until she was facing the door, and reaching out with her left hand, she opened it.
What she saw made her eyebrows fly to her hairline, and she stood at the doorway as if she'd somehow gotten glued to the ground.
"Aha! It's Hermione!" Harry exclaimed.
Or rather, a Harry look-alike. She only knew he was Harry because of those vivid green eyes behind dark-rimmed spectacles.
She blinked rapidly a couple of times, trying to make sense out of the Harry with Dark Marks tattooed all over his body; a full head of sleek, long blond hair; and a snake-headed cane in his hand.
"Have you seen my husband and son?" Harry asked with a wide, maniacal grin on his face.
"I'm sorry?" Hermione asked, confused. She'd thought that he was going to be married to Ginny.
"My husband and son!" Harry repeated before reaching to his side and grabbing a person into his arms. "Abraxas and I decided to get married, and he just gave birth to Lucius this month."
With his free hand, he grabbed a scowling Draco—or at least, a scowling Draco look-alike—and pulled him into Hermione's line of vision.
"What—how—who?" Hermione sputtered as she stared at "Lucius" who looked nothing like a newborn baby.
"And I'm going to give him my wand when I die, so that he can rid the world of filthy Mudbloods!" Harry chanted in a sing-song voice as the door slammed closed in Hermione's face.
Her mouth dropped open before she snapped it shut and started jiggling the doorknob, trying to open the door again.
"Hey, you! Why aren't you in class?" she suddenly heard.
Turning around, she found Ginny walking towards her swiftly.
"Oh, Hermione, it's you."
"Ginny—I mean—what happened? What's Harry—"
"Ugh, Hermione, I thought we'd agreed not to bring up Harry in front of me," Ginny said with a grimace.
"We did?"
"Yes, after we found out he was cheating on me behind my back with that pompous, good-for-nothing, idiotic Abraxas Malfoy. At least Draco showed more signs of an intelligent being than that prat!"
"Um … right …" Hermione said, her eyes wide.
"Thankfully, I have Antonin with me," Ginny said. Her eyes became dreamy and her face wistful as she pulled a person out from behind her, who turned out to be none other than Antonin Dolohov.
"Er?"
"I'm so glad to have met him," Ginny said before she and Dolohov started snogging one another like there was no tomorrow.
As discreetly as she could, Hermione moved backwards away from them. When their actions became more heated, she turned around and ran, trying to put as much distance as she could between herself and them.
"This has to be a dream," she muttered to herself as she turned around the corner.
Before she could pinch herself to test the theory, someone grabbed her by the waist. Her world spun as he pulled her into his embrace. Placing one hand on his chest, her other hand was about to pull out her wand when he spoke.
"There you are. I was looking for you," the familiar high, cold voice of Lord Voldemort said.
She looked up and found him looking at her with his blood red eyes, amusement glinting in them.
"Have you delivered them?" he asked.
"What?"
His slits-for-nostrils flared in annoyance, and he said, "Our wedding invitations." Before she could answer, he sighed, ran his hands over her body, and somehow produced a couple of green envelopes with the Dark Mark stamped on them. "There they are."
"What?"
"Our wedding invitations," he replied, a condescending tone entering his voice. "Really, Granger, did you fall on your head while you were walking up the staircase? You were the one who'd kept pushing me to get married to you."
"I what?" she asked, flustered.
He glanced at the wedding invitations in his hand as if he hadn't heard her question. "We'll just deliver this some other day then."
Without warning, he stowed the envelopes away before swirling her around, positioning her against the wall. His lips found hers, taking her breath away with his kiss as his hands caressed the side of her body.
Moments later, he broke off the kiss with a triumphant smile. Alarm bells went off in her mind when she saw his face, and she stared at him in caution.
What was he up to now?
"Finally got you to make the Ultimate Kissing Vow, didn't I?" he asked tauntingly.
"The what?"
"The Ultimate Kissing Vow, in which you will have to do whatever I tell you or else you will suffer a pain far worse than the ones caused by the Cruciatus Curse before dying a horrible death," he said, his red eyes gleaming viciously.
"What? There are no curses like that!" she protested, pretty sure that she'd never read anything like that before.
If it were true, nobody would've ever dared to kiss anyone.
"Yesss, that's what you get for not practicing the Dark Arts, my dear," he smirked. "And now, you will have to be absolutely loyal to me. Forever."
~-0-~
She jolted upright on the bed, her heart still pounding painfully against her chest. Her eyes darted around the room, almost afraid that she would find the snake-like version of Voldemort standing there, ready to taunt her again.
It was only a nightmare. It was only a nightmare.
She willed her heartbeat to slow down to its normal rate, trying very hard not to think about all the ridiculous events that had happened after she'd died and before she'd come back to life. It was almost as if those four idiots couldn't wait to get in trouble, the way they'd jumped on the opportunity once they were sure she wasn't around to stop them from being stupid.
She glanced around the room, attempting to use that as a way to push those depressing thoughts away from her mind for the time being. It was apparently still nighttime, though it should be nearing dawn, judging from the segments of the sky she could see from the windows and the muffled chirps of birds outside.
Turning her head to the side, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of Tom sleeping beside her. Perhaps she was still wary from the nightmare she'd just had.
Imagine if there really were a curse like that ...
That thought came unbidden to her mind as she stared at his sleeping form. She shook her head, annoyed that a silly nightmare like that would affect her so much. However, the what-ifs buried uncertainty in her mind, and she silently vowed to browse the library soon to make sure.
If there were curses like that ... well, she might have to take a trip back in time to deal with the originator. Not because that would mean she could never kiss Tom anymore. No siree. It was because that kind of curses was completely unfair to the general public.
She sent a glare towards Tom, who appeared to be having a nightmare-free rest—well, of course. He wasn't the one who had to put up with these worries.
Bloody Dark Lords and the troubles that come with them.
Not to say that Harry, Ginny, and Draco weren't to be blamed for the predicament she was in, but really, if Tom wasn't nearly as sneaky and manipulative, she wouldn't have to work this hard.
Then again, she probably wouldn't be as attracted to him if that were the case.
Shaking that thought from her head, she placed her attention back on him. She wondered if he were really asleep. Squinting her eyes, she glanced around the room, and her eyes lit up when she found her wand placed on the bedside table. Apparently, he'd deemed it safe enough to give it back to her.
Leaning backwards slowly and cautiously, she grabbed her wand before sitting upright again. She turned her head towards Tom and waved her wand, placing a Deep-Sleep Charm on him. The lack of resistance or some kind of ward on him slightly worried her, but heaving a deep sigh, she decided to continue anyway.
It wasn't as if she were really after the Elder Wand, but just imagining the look on Tom's face when he found out that she'd stolen it made a triumphant smile appear on her face. So, without further ado, she stowed away her wand, pushed herself into kneeling position, and started searching his body.
She'd thought that it wouldn't have been too hard to find it because, really, how many places could a person hide a wand? However, after checking his pockets and sleeves, she could hardly hold back a frustrated growl.
Could it be in the back pockets of his pants? She maneuvered carefully, afraid that she would wake him up, before she remembered that she had placed the Deep-Sleep Charm over him already. Hovering over his body, she slipped her hand under his waist and wiggled her fingers downwards until she reached where his back pockets should be. She felt around, and her frown deepened when she couldn't find anything. He couldn't have placed it on the bedside table, could he? He was too suspicious of a person to do something like that. However, perhaps she should check anyway?
The moment she looked upwards, she froze, still crouching above Tom's body and one hand under his bum.
Two dark eyes too bright to have just woken up from sleeping stared back at her.
As if burned, she stumbled to the side of the bed, keeping as far away as she could from him without falling off the bed. Her cheeks turned a furious shade of red as she looked at anywhere in the room but him.
Slowly yet surprisingly elegantly, he turned to his side, propping his head up with one hand, and gazed at her, amusement never leaving his features.
"I hope you've still found my body to your liking," he said, not bothering to keep the hilarity out of his voice.
If possible, her face turned even hotter, though she somehow managed not to squirm under his scrutiny.
"I wasn't touching you," she blurted out.
He didn't answer, and Hermione couldn't tell what he was thinking about from his expression. For a split second, she wondered if it were better if she'd gone along with what he'd said and pretended that she was touching him, but that idea quickly got tossed. She would never hear the end of it if she'd admitted to that.
"I thought you were sleeping," she said tentatively.
"So you'd thought that that was a perfect moment to touch me."
"I wasn't touching you," she repeated in protest.
Maybe she was, but not in that sense of the word.
"Oh really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he shifted his body so that he was sitting upwards and leaning with his back against the headboard.
He extended his hand in an almost lazy manner, and Hermione couldn't help but stare at the Elder Wand that was now hanging loosely between his fingers. With a flick of his wrist, a book flew through the air and landed in his free hand.
"Let's see then," he said as he started to flip through the pages of the book. "Since you don't like the word 'touch,' perhaps there are other words that you would like better. Caress, clutch, feel, grab, fondle, stroke—oh, I think we have a winner here. How about the word 'grope'?"
"Very mature, Riddle," she said, grabbing the thesaurus out of his hand and closing it with a snap.
"As mature as casting a Deep-Sleep Charm on someone so that you can have your way with them?" he asked.
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Shouldn't you be in a state of deep sleep if that were the case?"
"Luckily for me, I am always alert, regardless of what situation I'm in," he replied, twirling the Elder Wand idly between his fingers. "Perhaps you'd forgotten, but might I remind you that the Deep-Sleep Charm only works when the person it is targeted towards had no idea what was coming."
"Riiiight, so you're saying that you're constantly worried that someone would place that kind of spell on you," she said, rolling her eyes.
"One can never be too comfortable, regardless of the environment they're in. There's always an off chance that one of the many desperate witches surrounding me might try to use some kind of spell to force themselves on me."
The blush that had finally receded came back in full force, though this time more out of annoyance than embarrassment.
With a fluid movement, he sat up and brushed the bottom of her chin with his fingertips.
"You know, you could've just asked and I would've been more than happy to accommodate your needs," he continued to say.
She knew he was goading her, trying to get a reaction out of her, but the temptation of wiping that aggravating smirk off his face was too great.
"Don't flatter yourself too much, Riddle. You're not exactly the last wizard alive," she said condescendingly. "Did you actually think that—what was that word you used again? Oh yes—Did you actually think that groping you was at the top of my to-do list after I'd just come back from the dead? Really, your ego is so huge that I'm surprised you can actually fit through the do—"
She abruptly stopped in her rant and froze the moment he pointed the Elder Wand at her. With the nightmare still fresh in her mind, she immediately tried to get away. However, a light blue spell hit her before she could get off the bed. Momentarily, she almost forgot to breathe. However, the next second, her eyes flashed downwards and she patted over her body, almost as if she expected there to be signs of the spell.
"What did you do to me?" she screeched and her eyes snapped upwards to him when her search came up with nothing.
He raised a single eyebrow at her, and there was combination of amusement and confusion on his face, as if he'd seen something out of the ordinary. Realization soon dawned on his face, and he then gave her a sickeningly sweet smile.
"Why, of course I just had to bind you to me now. You're going to somehow try to get the Elder Wand from me, so I had to make sure that that was no longer an option for you," he replied.
Instead of scaring her, however, his words jump-started her mind back into action. She mentally berated herself for allowing a silly nightmare to affect her so much as she allowed condescension to appear on her features.
"Spells don't work that way," she said bossily, crossing her arms over her chest. "If they did work that way, Dumbledore would've used them on you a thousand years ago. Then he wouldn't have to worry about someone running off to kill Grindelwald."
She didn't exactly know if what she said was true, but now that she was awake, she had the advantage of logic and deduction—something she'd lacked in that stupid dream.
"Perhaps he'd just wanted to maintain that perfect, wonderful, Muggle-loving charade of his," Tom said, a sarcastic glint in his eyes.
She rolled her eyes. "Even if he didn't use them, a certain Lord Voldemort would've used them, wouldn't he? Then, he wouldn't have had to chase after four time-travelers, attempting to blackmail information out of them at every corner of Hogwarts."
He placed a hand over his heart. "You wound me so, Hermione. Did you really think that I would've done that to the four of you? To take away your option of free will?"
"Yes," she deadpanned.
He sniggered, annoying Hermione to no ends.
"Might I remind you that you were the one who'd tricked them into that Unbreakable Vow," she said.
He leaned closer to her before saying, "Now, now, dear, 'trick' is too harsh of a word, as I've already told you two days ago—"
She nearly missed his next words upon hearing "two days ago." It appeared that she had slept longer than that she had thought. However, she forced herself to concentrate on the debate at hand instead of fussing over something that she had no control over.
"—your friends are getting much more from me. That aside, I can't comprehend why you resist the idea of swearing your loyalty to me. As you can already see, your friends are still happily breathing, talking, eating—"
"With fear that their next move might displease their puppet master," she retorted. "If it's not such a big deal, then why don't you swear your loyalty to me and show me how happy you are about it?"
"Granger, if you were on your way to becoming the next ruler of the world, I would gladly give you my loyalty—"
"Before you turn around and stab me in the back," she pointed out. "As if you would ever dare to imagine yourself as someone's lackey. Oh, look at my master, so incompetent in her role, I must take over before she does something irreversibly stupid without caring that she might actually do the world some good."
"Like dying in the place of someone as insignificant as Potter?" he asked, a faint sneer appearing on his face.
Her mouth dropped open for a second before she snapped it shut. She resisted the urge to whack his head with the thesaurus in her hand and opted to poke her finger at his chest instead.
She said in a quiet, warning tone, "Harry is not insignificant."
"Considering that he was the reason why you'd gone about brandishing your wand, pretending it was this ridiculous wand, I think I'm quite entitled to categorizing him as 'insignificant'," replied Tom, the disgust on his face not receding in the least as he stared at the Elder Wand in his hand.
For a second, she wondered if he was becoming suspicious about whom the wand was truly loyal to. However, she knew that she couldn't find out what he was thinking without raising suspicions in him, so she decidedly pretended to not notice anything off about the situation.
"Oh, I can see how awfully insignificant he is, considering you were the one who'd made him take a vow to be loyal to you," she scoffed as she placed the thesaurus on the bedside table.
"Granger, the fact that he'd made a vow to me is completely irrelevant to the fact that he is insignificant. Perhaps he was useful as a member to the Light side, but other than hindering the progress of eliminating my enemies, I see no other actual usage in him," he said, looking back at her. "Besides, nobody can guarantee that he wouldn't cause me more problems in the future. So my definition of him stands correct."
"Let's thoroughly ignore how he'd helped you bring down Dumbledore and Grindelwald, shan't we?" asked Hermione loudly. "The battle with two of the most powerful wizards in the world isn't such an important part of your plan for world domination after all."
"I would be thoroughly surprised if Potter and his little friends hadn't told you that Ginny Weasley was the one who'd ultimately placed Dumbledore in his grave," he said, raising an eyebrow at her.
"I'm sure Ginny would've been so incredibly glad to help you if it weren't for Harry," she snapped. "You know well enough the benefits that you're getting out of this arrangement, so don't you dare call Harry 'insignificant'."
"Might I remind you that there wouldn't have been this bloody arrangement if you hadn't gone and gotten yourself killed," Tom said, his eyes narrowing in displeasure. "Don't think for one second that I'd forgotten or forgiven you for the stupid deeds that you'd done. The fact that you've just come back to the land of the living had not driven those memories out of my mind, and I advise you to remember firmly that I always collect my debts and expect to be repaid in full."
She condescendingly asked, "What are you going to do? Go and get yourself killed?"
As if he would ever get himself killed voluntarily.
"Don't be ridiculous, Granger. I accept all forms of payment," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Who'd said anything about paying you?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest, too.
"I never said the payment had to be given willingly," he replied cockily.
She snorted derisively, choosing not to answer.
"Is that a challenge, Granger?" Tom asked, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly.
"Did you hear me say anything?" she asked instead of answering, adopting a saccharine tone of voice.
A light laugh left his lips, and his features were so relaxed that Hermione became suspicious. This might've been a sign that he'd let go of the subject, if the person in question wasn't him and if the person facing him wasn't Hermione. However, this was Lord Voldemort, and Hermione knew that this wasn't the last she was going to hear about this.
"Besides, it is my life, so I'm the one who gets to decide what to do with it," she stubbornly added.
She knew her words were close to a challenge, especially when this was the second time she'd said it within a matter of two days. However, she also knew that if she didn't put her foot down on this subject, he would try to manipulate her and attempt to brainwash her until she believed that it was normal for him to control her life. She'd be damned if she allowed him to do that.
He had the audacity to roll his eyes at her, bringing her ire back to full force.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle, you are not controlling my life," she said.
He patted her on the head and condescendingly said, "Let's keep thinking that way if it makes you happy."
Without waiting for her to answer, he got out of bed and went into the bathroom. She was about to follow him inside when he turned around and placed his hands on the doorframe, effectively blocking off the entrance.
"Granger, although I know you enjoy watching me undress, there are certain things that I would prefer doing in private," he said, looking at her.
It took a short moment for her to decipher his underlying message, but the moment she did, the door had already slammed shut in her face. Her mouth dropped open before she snapped it shut. Rolling her hand up into a fist, she started knocking on the door rapidly.
"Riddle! We're not finished talking yet! Riddle!" she shouted as she rapped on the door.
However, she would've gotten the same results if she had been screaming at a rock. If he'd heard her, Tom didn't so much as respond to her yells, and so she stopped. She wouldn't put it past him to put a Silencing Charm on the door after he'd closed it.
And she still hadn't figured out what spell he'd placed on her. Regardless of the fact that she now knew that it wouldn't bind her to him in any way, any spell that came from him didn't sound like good news to her.
Damn him for sidetracking her.
A soft knock on the door leading to the common room alerted her, and she turned her head towards it, just in time to see Ginny opening the door and popping her head in. A smile appeared on Ginny's face when her eyes land on Hermione.
"I thought I heard your voice," she said as she pushed the door a bit wider to reveal Harry and Draco behind her.
"Thought? Wrong choice of word there, Weaselette. I reckon the whole castle would've heard her if she'd shouted a bit louder," Draco muttered.
"How are you feeling?" Harry asked.
"Horrible," she muttered, but when she saw the alarm on her three fellow companions' faces, she took a few steps towards them and quickly added, "I meant—I didn't mean—" She took a deep breath. "My strength is completely back, and I'm fine."
"But you said—"
"I was just frustrated because of Riddle. I didn't mean that I was going to keel over and die," she explained. Gesturing her body, she said, "I mean, look at me. Does it look like I'm weak or about to die anytime soon?"
"Don't—" Ginny said, her eyes wide with fear as if she were afraid that Hermione was going to die once she mentioned the word.
"Ginny, I'm fine—"
"You better be," Draco said with a grimace. "Merlin knows that I would be driven insane if I had to put up with Potter and Weaselette becoming water fountains again."
"Oh, shut it, ferret boy. As if you didn't bawled like a baby when she—when she were gone," Harry said.
That, of course, led to arguments from both sides. Although Hermione was somewhat touched by their concern, it was also becoming a bit tiresome. If they spent the rest of her life mollycoddling her or if she had to put up with them squabbling like the way they were right now, she was definitely going to throttle them.
She opened her mouth and said loudly, hoping they hear her voice over their ridiculous arguing, "Look—Ginny—Draco—Harry—would you lot listen to me alre—"
"She's fine," a voice sounded up behind her.
Hermione swirled around and found Tom standing at the doorway. With a flick of the Elder Wand, his hair that was still slightly damp dried. It appeared that he had taken the time to shower while she was shouting at the door and trying to talk some sense into her friends.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, a scowl stubbornly etched on his forehead.
Tom shot him a condescending look. "Potter, I checked already."
"But that spell—what if Death was lying to us? What if it wouldn't work? And you just used it on her? What if—what if—"
Hermione's eyes lit up upon hearing that. It appeared that the spell that Tom had used on her previously was just to check if she was truly back from the dead, or something similar to that.
"She's not dead now, is she?" Tom questioned as he sat down in one of the chairs, crossing his legs at the ankles.
"But what if it didn't work? What if—"
Tom sighed out of exasperation. "Potter, Hermione's not the first person to have returned from the dead. I've checked before using that spell on her."
"Oh," Harry said, relief finally appearing on his face.
"Thanks for pretending I'm not here while you talk about me," Hermione said sarcastically before she fixed Tom with a stare through narrowed eyes. "And thanks for informing me ahead of time what that spell was."
"The pleasures all mine, dear," Tom replied, giving her a bright smile.
She gritted her teeth, contemplating whether she should just attempt to pummel him to death on the spot, but her train of thought was broken by a muffled snort. She whipped her head around and glared at the perpetrator—a certain annoying Slytherin that she shouldn't have bothered saving and caring for on multiple occasions.
Draco held up his hand in defeat, though he was still having a hard time holding back his laughter at her expense. She was pretty sure that he was imagining her reaction after Tom had used that spell on her.
Harry, on the other hand, had a frustrated look on his face, as if he didn't know what to say.
"As … entertaining as this little chat had been, I'll need to take my leave on you before certain Death Eaters start burning down the castle," Tom said, getting up from the chair.
Without bothering to look at them again, he swept past Hermione and the other three time travelers.
"We're not finished talking yet, Riddle," Hermione called, following after him.
However, he didn't answer her. When he reached the door, he turned around and glanced at Harry, Ginny, and Draco in turn, completely ignoring Hermione, who was standing right in front of him.
"Watch her, and I sincerely hope that you remember our little Unbreakable Vow," he said with a sickeningly sweet smile on his face.
With an annoying smirk on his face, he finally glanced at Hermione before pulling the door open and exiting the room.
Hermione didn't bother following him anymore, a contemplative look on her face. Her annoyance with him had not subsided in the least. Definitely not. However, she knew that arguing with him right now wouldn't be productive at all. She still had other things that she needed to attend to.
And now, while he believed that she would try her best to get the Elder Wand from him, was the best moment for her to action without worrying that he might try to stop her in some way or another.
~-0-~
Eight hours later.
A crack resounded through the hallway. The people congregated there immediately extended their wands. However, their spells disintegrated before they reached their intended target. Frantic yells in German soon rent the air when the guards recognized one of the two wizards who had Apparated into Nurmengard.
"Silence," Tom commanded in German.
Though his voice was soft, it strangely carried to every corner of the hallway. The guards didn't hesitate in following his order; the furious expression on his face foretold many hours of torture, and nobody was stupid enough to want to catch his attention at this moment.
"What happened?" Tom asked, his voice calm despite the anger flowing off him in waves.
He already had a general idea about what had happened; he simply wanted a confirmation now. Once Abraxas Malfoy mentioned that Hermione had requested to use Malfoy Manor's Floo network, Tom immediately knew why. Abraxas had told, or rather, boasted to him years ago—and he was pretty sure Draco Malfoy would've shared the same knowledge with Hermione—that because the Malfoys had vacation homes in different countries, they had a fireplace that was specifically used to Floo to those properties when needed. Many of his Death Eaters who weren't as talented in Apparition had used this method to travel to Germany a few weeks ago, too.
One of the braver guards hesitantly spoke up, "A witch broke in here. We didn't even know how she came in. It was as if she were under the Disillusionment Charm, but that shouldn't have been possible—there are wards here that reverse those kind of spells. But she just appeared out of nowhere. By the time we were alerted, she'd already opened one of the prisons and she somehow disappeared into thin air with the prisoner."
Tom narrowed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath as his hand tightened around the Elder Wand and his indignation went up another notch. He didn't need to ask to know who the witch was, and he knew exactly who she had saved—Nicholas Lockhart-Lovegood. It was hard to decide which one of them he should place under torturing spells first, but he soon came to conclusion that the answer was quite obvious.
And this time, he was going to make sure that the Heir of Ravenclaw would disappear from the face of the planet. Permanently.
Augustus Rookwood stood beside the Dark Lord, choosing to remain silent. Though he had no idea what was going through the Dark Lord's mind right now, he knew one thing for sure:
Abraxas Malfoy was definitely in deep trouble.
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A/N: Okay, folks. Just the epilogue after this chapter. I hope you've enjoyed this chapter as much as the previous chapters. The epilogue should be up in a couple of days, maybe just in time to be a Christmas present, but I'm not making any promises.
Sorry for the long wait! I could bore you with a long story about insecurity, hectic real life, and other stuff, but I won't. Many thanks to those of you who read, added to fave, and added to alert! Huge, huge thanks to the following:
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