It was great.

Cool!

Howdy Cool peoplez. Not much time so I'll keep it short this time ... Eviee, Conners, and Lari thanx for all your lovely comments and for still reading ... lemme see if you all have any questions I can pester you with vague answers

Miss Eviee what's coming up next ... a death, two missing characters, I wonder if you all even noticed they were gone and maybe some Ron. Maybe ...

I passed your message on to Santa Conners, and he said don't lie. Sorry that was Sirius' old house elf, not one of Santa's helpers. Soldat is French for Soldiers, which is what Xerxes military are called, he's headquartered in France. Perhaps you've heard of him? Way back in ... oh, a little fic I like to call Love's Whimsical Melancholy a.k.a. The mother of all epic romances.

Lari, you are still Bomdiggety! I shall return.

Hermioneah and harry potter 10 my new readers hopefully you'll stay and read some more ... I'm glad you like my story ... now ... onto the new stuff.

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
~Hands by Jewel

The boys turned around startled, expecting that they’d be in the common room alone. They were surprised to see the shrugging, sheepish grinning figure of Neville Longbottom standing there in pajamas with little toads floating on lily pads.

“Neville, what are you doing up so late?” Harry asked, his tone as accusatory as Professor Snape‘s usually was when questioning Harry‘s escapades.

“I suppose I could ask you the same thing, no?” the boy asked matter of factly.

Nicholas stood up, “Now look here mate, I don’t know what you think you’re doing but Harry and I’ve got some private matters to talk about …”

Neville’s face quickly became one of scowling trepidation. Still he made no move to back down despite the other boy’s taller size and build.

“It’s all right Nicholas, Neville was part of the army. And he’s a close friend. I trust him completely.” Those words warmed Neville’s heart, but while he smiled sheepishly at Harry when he turned to look back at Nicholas his face was still one of guarded regard.

“That may be as it is.” Nicholas sighed, “You vouch for him?” his tone changed.

Harry nodded.

“All right then. Now what’s this room you’re talking about, then.” And the boys settled down to talk.

Their plans would proceed well into the morning, though Harry’s heart ached for the absence of his two best mates. Where were Ron and Hermione now? He hadn’t hear anything about either of them, which likely meant that Hermione was still in a coma at St. Mungo’s and Ron was still at her bedside unless his family had managed to pry him away long enough.

Nicholas for his part felt cross at Lupin for trying to keep him from coming to Hogwarts, and for not dropping him off at the school. It was Tonks who had left him off and the two had not parted on the best of terms.

As for Neville, the boy was happy to once again be a part of something that helped fight the war. Children younger than they were had died in other fights, and in times of great need sacrifices must always be made and everyone must be called upon to serve.

“What about this crazy friend of yours, the one Lupin was always talking about, Ottery?” Nicholas asked. “Do you think he’d like to join our group?”

Harry sighed and said nothing. Nicholas had not been on the train and so knew nothing of the events that transpired on it or afterwards except what the news had chosen to carry.

“He’s in Azkaban,” Neville replied. “We think.”

“You can’t be certain with the Ministry running The Daily Prophet now,” Harry interjected. The thought of Ottery in some dank cellar in some Ministry rat house being tortured for information had crossed his mind a time or two. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t put past Scrimgeour.



I'm so cool I'll make it a double post

What's the sense in sharing this one and only life
Ending up, just another lost and lonely wife
You count up the years, and they will be filled with tears,
Love only breaks up, to start over again
You'll get the babies, but you won't have your man
While he is busy loving every woman that he can,

Say I wanna leave a thousand times a day
It's easier said that done, when I just can't break away
Just can't break away

Young hearts, run free
Never be hung up, hung up like my man and me
~Young hearts run free by Candi Station

“It’s quiet,” Tiffany pointed out to the boys.

“A little too quiet,” Ottery added.

“That’s because they’re planning their next attack,” Teddy interjected, smacking the boy on the back of the head. “Right about now I’d be loading a cart full of explosives and I’d be sending it down the hallway.”

“What about the other prisoners?” Tiffany asked, “The ones in all the rooms in the hall?”

“What about them?” Teddy asked.

Then the silence broken suddenly by the emergence of Rufus Scrimgeour.

“Ottery, it’s me Rufus. Am I correct in assuming that’s your friend Teddy D. Bear?”

“Why don’t you come and find out for yourself, minister?” Teddy shot back as he rolled a small black ball with a lit fuse down the hall.

The minister did not move.

“Is this really how you mean for it to go down?” the man asked.

“Teddy, seriously!” Ottery exclaimed. Diego shushed him. “What? You’re not going to tell me you agree with him, do you?” Diego pointed to the ground, dropped down to his knees and listened through the stone.

“It’s a trap! He’s distracting us, they mean to attack from below!” Diego exclaimed.

“Why that dirty low down good for nothing …” Teddy started throwing lit bombs down the hallway as fast as he could light them, with Tiffany helping.

Diego pushed out the two aurors, who promptly ran screaming down the hall followed by bombs, even as Scrimgeour stood his ground a smirk on his face.

“You would have been a beautiful mystery to solve, boy. But right now I’ve got a war to worry about.” Ottery nodded to the older man.

“How gracious of you to accept defeat.”

“I concede nothing!” Scrimgeour replied, “I’m just sorry I don’t have the time or resources to waste on you and your little enclave. Kill them all!”

With a wave of his hand the minister sent a gush of wind blowing and all the fuses on the bombs went out. There was an explosion and dust and rocks flying everywhere again as a large hole in the floor of Ottery’s cell appeared.

Diego spun in a circle and waved his wand sending a gust of wind blowing all the dust and rocks out the window of the cell. Ottery and Tiffany and Teddy were pointing their wands at a dozen aurors. Teddy smiled as he heard footsteps in the hallway.

“I guess they don’t know about Teddy’s trick fuses do they? Go out and light right back--” Ottery did not finish the sentence as the aurors started firing spells and the hallway exploded in a vicious shower of violence.



AN: If you've seen Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet by Baz Lurhman ... yeah, same song different singer, cutest couple evah, Claire Dane as an angel and Leonardo as a knight in shinning armor ... I always wished I was ... *sighs* *flies away*

Brillient two chapters? Haha. Im not quite sure.
The first bit was confusing a little. What happened to Hermione!? And Ron!? *gasp*
Awww Neville, gotta love him and his currage.
And this battle...i wanna read more!
PAMS!

Eviee <33

Missing Charaters!? Wait i would never forget anyone...wait if there boring i might do xD Haha. And a death? Hmm....-thinks-

Hello ~Otts. I'm thrilled you've given us a double post. OK! So, I didn't think I knew them from Human Nature, but, I knew them from somewhere. I thought if I knew what Soldat meant, that I might figure it out. Ha, ha! Now it makes sense, and while Love's Whimsical Melancholy, is EPIC, I still love Human Nature more. I am anxious to read more on Hermione and Ron. And I'd love to find out how Draco is, and what he's up to. And as always I'm anxious to find out anything about Harry. What is he planning with Nicholas, and who the quiet voice is?
How cute is that?! Sniff, sniff, My how he's grown, and right before our very eyes. He handled himself, and his plant, very well on the train. I love Harry! It was good of him to say that. Why is Teddy so rough on Ottery? He's poisoned! His head is probably already swimming without Teddy knocking him about the head. That's like trying to solve the mysteries of the universe! Who does Scrimgeour think he is that he could even hope to do that?! And was it Scrimgeour that poisoned Ottery to make him easier to handle? Who has the anntidote? You're not going to kill off Ottery at the end are you? Ahhh, That Teddy is a clever one.
Great post ~Otts. I loved every bit of it. And by the way: It's just like you not to notice. Turn around and look at the help and kindnesses you've given to others. You don't think others think of you as a knight in shining armor? I wrote you as one in my story just to tell you that, if you remember. So, don't fly away, soar high because you deserve it.

Bad Otty! No Doubleposting! No one's cool enough for that, not even me. But great chappies!

Sorry Droo, I thought we could double post story posts ... sometimes they're too long but honestly in this case, it wasn't the case.

Everyone else, Sorry y'all. I won't be posting for a bit as someone not me I swear, fried the keyboard and I can't type story or post story until I get a new keyboard. I'm doing this from the library before you all lynch me for being lazy Sorry y'all. I am thinking of making this a romance. Should I kill Otty and then just let the story go on? Lemme know ... love you all. Be back when I can.

Hello ~Otts. Sorry about your keyboard. Things happen sometimes, and we just have to take it in stride. Trouble with that is, my stride keeps getting tripped up. Anyway, you can do whatever you want with your story except kill off Ottery! I don't know what I'd do if you did. I can't imagine it. I don't want to even try. So, I say no. It's great if you want to continue on with it as a romance, but, don't kill off Ottery. Hope you get your new keyboard soon.

Nooooooooooo don't kill otty! *eyes* He makes me laugh xD

But-but i like the idea of a romance...a little

Sorry to hear about the keyboard btw.

DUN KILL HIM!!!
*snugs him*

Good Job! (Sorry I posted so late)

I can't tell you all how sorry I am that I have not posted. I've wanted to very seriously for a while now but the kids plus water, plus a keyboard ... well it made for a rather disastrous combination, no? I'm seriously sorry, and I will be updating soon before the month is out, seriously, and I'm sorry everyone, please come back, I don't abandon my fics ... mostly there was this really brilliant one but it's been years and I don't know if I still have it ... I wonder if is should write it again? Whatever. This story first no? Come back sweet readers, please. I'll even throw in Teddy with a flame thrower ...

It's alright, I'm still looking forward to what's gunna happen.

Can't wait! And this flame thrower sounds...uh....instresting

PAMS! as soon as you can.

Eviee <33

Hello ~Otts! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*please* Yea!!!!!!!!! Maybe thoughhe should enchant it so it can be used as a water cannon too, incase of accidental singeing. Honestly ~Otts, it's ok, and I seriously doubt if anyone left. "Play it again, Sam."
It's great having you back, and I can't wait till you do post. I'll be watching for it!

Chapter: I can’t fight this feeling anymore …

Dressed all in white the wind flapped her cloak around her in the cold night, the airship winding its way through the skies towards Italy. Madison was lost in her thoughts … above her starry skies and a resplendent moon. Grabbing tightly to the ship's rail she sighed.

“I’ve never understood these … hero types. This compulsion to do good, in the face of insurmountable evil, graft, corruption, greed, et cetera. The world is a complicated place, it isn’t filled with cookie-cutter Harry Potter hero types. Everyone isn't King Arthur, there's people like Voldermort. Then there’s people like the old Prime Minister Fudge who is an incompetent oaf, who bungles in the face of his own idiocy but he’d rather do a bad job than let someone else do it better. There’s also people like Professor Snape who just love being vindictive, or Bellatrix Lestrange who is pure evil, and just ordinary run of the mill evil people who can't be bothered to be creative about their vileness. I mean everyone doesn’t have to be Voldemort, but lets do be honest, there is no such thing as a perfectly pure hero Dudley Do-Right.” She sighed into the wind. “Except there's Freddie, I swear sometimes I think that boy only exists to prove me wrong, and if I didn’t love him so much he’d be a cute fluffy bunny right now instead of a werewolf.”

She walked along the deck of the ship towards the poop deck where the Captain stood at the helm underneath the big hydrogen filled zeppelin balloon.

“It’s funny how one minute you’re minding your own business and making a living thieving for the most part staying out of everyone else’s personal business but then some fool boy stops your latest heist and a quick chase through the park, endless flirting across the rooftops of Cardiff and he lets you go when he takes back what you stole except he’s a thief too because in that instant he’s stolen your heart as well.” Madison sighed again and leaned on the rails of the Arceus looking down at the peaceful and quiet block of stone with the shadowed little windows that barely allowed any light inside Azkaban as they flew past.

A young boy walked out onto the deck and smiled as he rubbed his hands up and down his arms to keep warm. He grinned at her politely and Madison slapped him hard across the face.

“What did I do now?” Freddie asked.

"You're just ... such a boy," the girl replied and taking his face in her hands kissed him so the he blushed and caught his breath when she finally let his lips go.

"Wow," Freddie said smiling.

There was another slap.

"Focus, we're on an assignment to save Otty."



Jo's interview inspired me, I'll be back with replies I promise. Love you all.

Hello ~Otts. I must say that from the very beginning your words planted such a masterfully painted picture. The contrast of the dark sky, the image of the airship not completely visible, but the stars, and the resplendent moon shining on Madison in her wonderful white cloak, that I have always loved by the way, just magnifies the image in my mind to breath taking beauty! Wonderfully written.

I loved the whole second paragraph, so much, but you explaied Fudge better here than I think I've ever heard him explained: Yes Freddie. Your mission is to save our, 'Otty' You must stop being so adorable so Madison can keep her mind on the mission. Awe Otts, I think SS is full of FF's that are spectacular bcause of her inspiration she gives. But your talent is because you're just that good I think.
I loved your post! Great writing! I'll be watching for your next.

great... now I have that song stuck in my head!

Great Chapter though.

Great chapter.
I wonder what's going to happen...as always ;D
Hahaha, PAMS!

Eviee <33

Hey kids, sorry I'm late, yes, I know, there's no excuse. But since most of you have moved on ...

Neways, I haven't given up on this story, just on editing it so here goes. But first replies, more teases about zombies and Dracula will be appearing. Maybe ...

Hey Connie, yeah, I'm glad you liked that, I always thought when envisioning Madison that all white for someone who is all evil (or supposed to be anyways) would be iconic. Voila. Iconography. I'm glad you think it succeeded.

On an entirely separate side not, Smallville has really become trash this season. Seriously ... is anyone writing this show or did the comic book writers take over? Oh yeah, the comic book writers took over. Yes I'm making dirty eyes at you Geoff Johns, you sad one trick pony.

Yes, but it's a great song Droo. Here's another one ... oh, I'll wait for the post

Thank you, and ... well, if you really want to know Eviee <33 there'll be zombies, I know, I know I keep promising them, but they'll be here ... soon. I told you I'm writing Dracula in there somehow right? And ... well, Ottery dies. Oh, c'mon you all know he has to die, there's no way this story can just be 48 hours ... and he can't be on the brink of Death for the remainder of this story ... or can he? Oooooooooooooooooooooooh. :O Not telling.

Here goes kiddies, in a chapter I like to entitle, get ready to sing Droo ...

Chapter: Darling, reach out, Reach out, for me.

Now if you feel that you can't go on
Because all your hope is gone
And your life is filled with confusion
And happiness is just an illusion
And your world around is tumblin' down
Darling, reach out
Reach out, for me.
Reach out, I'll be there ~ Four Tops

Explosions everywhere and spells flying left and right left the cell that Ottery had formerly been occupying in shambles, which isn’t saying much considering the room was simply dirt walls with a dirt roof and a dirt floor which had now been blown out and everything gone. Out of the missing wall that had faced the sheer drop to the rocky shore were waves and the hopes of Azkaban’s prisoners were dashed a dragon hovered. Drax the dragon was a singularly beautiful creature out of man’s oldest recollections, like the last surviving dinosaur on earth, or the dreams of mythical creature brought forth to life the great red Mexican Maleficent on whose back Tiffany, Diego, Ottery and Teddy now sat, hovered just below the dark haired boy‘s old prison cell.

Diego pet the creatures’ head in approval and with a whistle commanded him away.

“A dragon? Cool. I was expecting something like a magic carpet,” Ottery announced a little giddily, “How long do you think before they stop blasting each other with spells?” the boy asked.

“Not until they blast each other into oblivion,” Teddy replied and lowered his hood over his face leaning back to take a nap.

“Do you really think it wise to take a nap on the back of a flying dragon?” Tiffany asked.

“Warms my heart to know you care, honey,” Teddy said and got a smack for his cheek, still to the observant eye they would have seen under the shadow of his cloak by moonlight Teddy’s mischievous grin.

“Teddy and I were dragon riders in the Spanish Revolutionary War,” Ottery replied, yawning a little.

“There weren’t any dragons in the war,” Tiffany replied. “It was a muggle war.”

“No miente. He didn’t mean the Spanish Revolution on this world,” Diego interjected.

“Ottery and Teddy get around,” Ottery remarked and yawned again and lay his head on Teddy’s shoulder, the brown haired boy shifted and knocked him off but Otty put his head there again and Teddy ignored it.

The dragon banked to the left and flew down close to the moonlight ocean waves which out in the middle of the sea were much more peaceful than on the shores of Great Britain on a quiet night. A school of dolphins swam past squeaking a greeting.

:3

AN: I apologize for any mistakes in editing, please feel free to point them out. I'll be posting the links soon on the first post so you all can reread this quickly and catch up with what all is going on, AND I will be posting more frequently as I am working on a writing schedule that isn't, 'whenever the children let me'. Do wish me luck.

Reach oooooouuuuuuttttt, Reachhhh OOOOUUUUUUUTTTTTT!

Teehee... Cool chappie!

Hello~Otts. I've been watching and watching, and finally I saw you posted. I'm just getting around to posting comments on all my stories I read. Oh ~Otts! But honestly, you can't kill him off. You know of the highly successful tv show 24 hours. It goes on, and on, and on. How many 48 Hours movies have there been? Ottery can live on because he is better than all those other shows and movies put together.

I love the escape on the dragon! How wonderful!

I love Teddy’s mischievous grin! This ^ was my favorite part though. I love the talent you have with your writing.

Great post ~Otts. I'll be anxiously awaiting your next. And I'm thrilled you have a writing time that works out for everyone.

*shockedface*

There's going to be zombies? and such? and Otty dies? But - but, who would let Otty die! He's like a HUGE legend in these story *eyes*

Great chapter by the way. Short and sweet xD LOL!

PAMS!

Eviee <33

It's funny how the mind works, I hadn't read this in like weeks and suddenly I thought yesterday about using Dracula in the story and then I read this and realized I'd been toying with vampires and ... see? Even unconsciously I'm writing ... Nanowrimo here I come! I'm so revved

Chapter: La samba des jours avec toi (The samba of better days with you)


Paris is so cold
My God if you exist even a little.
bring me back
My artist, creator
so vain
Who didn't paint me
Time passes just the same
I don't forget.
~Coralie Clement Samba De Mon Coeur Qui Bat
bad translation from: Lyrics Translate


“What the devil am I doing on a train going nowhere?” Angel thought to himself. “Ottery is out there being rescued by that bungling bag of buffoonery Teddy, and Madison and her little pet wolf are out to get the antidote and here I am, the man with the plan, master of the game stuck on some train to nowhere. I mean, where the devil is Transylvania, anyway?”

The door to the compartment had not opened, the soft touch of steps on the carpet had not betrayed her presence, so Angel was duly startled when someone answered his question.

“We’re in Romania,” the dulcet tones of a young blonde haired girl responded, as she took off long black gloves of the old style, those ones that went up to the elbows. “Do you mind if I sit down?”

Before Angel could say anything the young girl was already sat across from him. The boy had been careful not to betray his surprise but for a mind reader …

“Yes, body language is pointlessly needless where my kind are concerned. Mind readers I mean.”

“And vampires,” the boy added. “Surprised that I can think faster than you can read? You should be, it would be stupid for you to depend --”

The girl was standing in front of him with her hand at his throat before he had finished speaking. Angel merely smiled and poked her stomach with the end of his wand.

“If you’re done playing ‘whose is bigger’ I’d love to get down to brass tacks.”

“Gold, please. Brass is so plebian.”

Angel smiled as she sat down again and called him something obscene. He had not said it but thought that vampires were plebian, too.

“What is it you want with us?” the girl asked.

“My friends needs saving, and well … I think you all might be able to help me.”

“We’re not in the business of saving people. We’re in the business of sucking their blood.”

“You paint such a romantic picture, you really do but no dear, my friend is Ottery St. Catchpole, so as you can see he’s not just anyone. He’s someone important and not just to me and it is very important that he live.”

“And what makes you think we can help?”

“He’s been poisoned. Some of my companions are on the way to get the antidote but should they fail, there needs to be a contingency plan.”

“And what would that be?”

“I have no bloody clue. Teddy D. Bear sent me to ask you for the Carpathian solution. So, how can I buy it and what is it?”

“The Carpathian solution is not something you take with you, though it is something we can give you.” There was a smile like a cat makes to a mouse when it knows it’s just playing with it but it will eventually have it for supper.

“You frighten me,” the boy said.

“Thank you.”

“That wasn’t meant as a compliment,” the boy replied. The hand in his jacket pocket holding the bottle of holy water that much more tightly.

“We will, of course have to talk to the Master. I’m sure something … can be arranged. A suitable solution, but the price might be more than you’re willing to pay,” the young girl said coyly.

“Money is so not a problem here,” the boy replied. Angel was a world renowned thief, whatever they asked he was sure he could get it, no matter the amount or whatever the artifact they might desire, thieving was his livelihood. He felt a rush of cold down his back and shivered a little, something suddenly told him that it wasn’t likely money they were after.

:3

Thanks Droo. I know, I love the Four Tops, but it's Itunes, I let Itunes inspire me with the chapters music. Like this song ... it's from Putumayo you should all youtube it or something it's a very pretty song ... I ♥ it.


Teddy is love Conners, I know he's a hard character to love but he truly loves Otty as only your best friend can, despite the whole trying to kill him all the time, their relationship (ironically enough) is like that of Cain and Abel in Sandman (except Otty isn't a total wuss and Teddy wouldn't really kill him viciously) and before anyone asks, no, at the time of the creation of this insidious partnership I had not read the Sandman books or in truth anything by Neil Gaiman which is weird cuz now he's like one of my favorite writers. OMG! Seriously made of the awesome, you should all check him out.

Neways, no, I want this story to be short, like maybe 10 SS pages and not like epic or something, which isn't to say I won't come back with a longer story continuing this story, it's just I want ... I don't know ... shorter stories. Neways, no ... Otty has to die ... I just didn't say how, or when, or why or what the ... I read comic books ... and that's all I'm saying ... and you've got to remember ... this wouldn't be Otty's first death ...


*fans you* No wait you didn't faint Hey Evi3e I'm glad you're still here, I know I've been bad about updating but I mean to finish this story ... and enjoy doing it. But yes, zombies and love ... zombie love should be the name of my next fic LOL Otty is ... well he's there, and let's leave it at that until I write it. Consequently I wrote the last Otty story ages ago as a ficlet in one of my short fic fics ... I don't remember, sadly it wasn't the last thing posted on that thread so ... but chronologically speaking it was the last one. If I find it I'll repost it here as a side chappie and you all can see ... it all ends happily in the end. I don't know how it'll end in this fic though

Googling my old neighborhood on Googlemaps has made me maudlin and sad ... and waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too introspective of the past. I'm also listening to Karen Carpenter and I want to cry so ... I'll leave now and write the next chappie for later. Maybe even a few chappies, i love being ahead so I can tease you all with the events coming. Oh, c'mon you all know I'm evil.

TTYL

Love you all for still reading ... it means a lot. ♥

*Crying* OMG! I'm listening to Karen Carpenter singing Can't smile without you ... OMG! Obviously the next chapter will be sad ... *plots Otty's death*

*dances* I got purple font for a reply!

*reads reply*

Haha you want me to faint? I shall. But you'll have to catch me *faints*

Your most welcome hun, how could i NOT read this FF? Even if the waiting time for chapters is long it's always worth it. I've read some of your other work and there really really good! Very inspiring if i must say so myself.

Zombie love, i like the sound of that! Hmm...and a good story name! Wow im getting ideas here! As for Otty! He better be there! And SAFE! *eyes* LOL! But i can't wait to read where he get's to now he's out of the prison and all.

You wrote this Otty stuff as a ficlet? Hmm, i must say i missed that and all! Opps! *hides* But's it's really good! I'll have to dig it up sometime, yeah, i should do that sometime! But if you do find it and post it as side thingy i'll be glad to read it And it'll save me looking xD LOL!

Sad, you miss your old home? I really wouldn't know what you feel i've never moved in my life...boring old Eviee. Blame my parents xD I've never heard of that singer..i'll give him a try sometime Yeah! Oooh new chapter so soon? Im liking this! I cant WAIT! Im kinda hyer here *jumps up and down and bounces off the walls* Okay so im not that hyper, im sitting at my desk typing away, but im happy!

*glares* 'Plot's Otty's Death' Excuse me? You shall NOT kill Otty! I mean he's like the MAIN character. You evil person! LOL! Can't wait to read his death? *eyes still* Haha. And a sad chapter? *queue sad music* Will i cry? I mean i feel like crying your going to kill Otty

Wouldn't not read this for the world.

*sits and calms down before turning to actualy chapter*

Okay to more pressing matters! The chapter!
Well it was such a long wait for it sorry to say xD LOL! Joke!
It was really good! I feel this is going to get to somthing interesting. and i can only think what this 'price' will be *thinks*
PAMS! like so many times i can't write it here

Eviee <33

Okayy im hyper! And this has got to be the biggest FF reply i've ever done! Congratulations!

Hello ~Otts. So, here I was checking my e-mail and saw a notice saying, Miss Evi3e <3, posted and I'm thinking, yes, but she already posted. Curious I read the e-mail and thought well, this isn't the same comment. So I hurried to your story and found you had posted again. I wonder why I got a post saying Evi3e <3 posted a comment, but not one first saying you posted yours?!?!?!? Anyway, I read, and re-read it, but just now getting to comment. Angel is always a cool one, but with this girl, maybe a little caution should be exercised. And I agree! Very plebeian! Only I won't say it loud at all, because I'm afraid of vampires. And I'm very afraid for Ottery if this, antidote doesn't get to Ottery in time, or it doesn't work. Because vampires and this Carpathian solution are too scary from what I'm reading, to think about if this is ....I have to think of something else. I'm thinking that maybe that Indian Hermione is dreaming about is a spirit trying to tell her how to save Ottery. Teasing, but I bring her up because I was wondering when we'll know more about her and Ron, the poor guy. And what is Harry, Nicholas, and Neville, planning? Brilliantly written! I got the heebi sheebies when I read this, cause I was thinking the same thing Angel was. But the bit about the cold rush going down his back was the equivelent of wispering boo! at a crucial part of a scary show you're watching.
Something off subject here, but soooooooooooo on the subject, I hope Kelly gets to read this ff, and comment. I know she is busy, and writing her own super ff, but, I always enjoy reading her comments. I'm just saying.
Super great post ~Otts! You know I love your story, and I'm not really scared to read it. I have right here with me my Holy Water, cross of ash wood (is that right), silver bullet, oops put that away, I don't need that, ummm, uh oh! What wards off Zombiees?!?!?! Anyway, I know I'm safe reading, so bring it on.

Pssst I'm still reading dispite the fact that school doesn't want me to