mhalachai | FIC: Inevitable 39: Servir a deux mains

Inevitable Thirty-nine: Servir a deux mains
by Mhalachai
Thanks to

sabriel_0405, whose words got me off my butt to write this. Over five thousand words in one day… all I need to do now is put this energy into my book and I'm set, right? Plot development ahoy!

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"She told you about Olaf?"

Harry winced at the frustration in Nathaniel's voice. "She didn't tell me, not exactly!" Harry said in a rush, dropping the shopping bags onto the kitchen counter.

"Then how do you know about him?" Nathaniel demanded, kicking the fridge door closed. "They only told me last night after you were in bed!"

Nathaniel began to move around the kitchen, pulling things out of bags with jerky motions. Harry leaned against the wall, keeping well out of Nathaniel's path. "I just knew she was worried about him," Harry said as Nathaniel began to slow down. "She was having nightmares about him following her and stuff."

Nathaniel closed a cupboard door. "When did she start telling you about her dreams?" he asked curiously. It was a bit of a change from his actions a few minutes before, and looking up, Harry realized that Nathaniel probably hadn't been angry at him at all.

More like he was upset that no one told him anything, Harry thought, not wanting to decide what he'd tell Nathaniel about the dream he shared with Anita. I can relate to that.

"Well?" Nathaniel prodded.

Harry took a deep breath and pushed his new glasses up his nose. "She didn't tell me about her dream," he finally said. "I, um, we kind of had the same dream."

"You both had a dream about someone chasing you?"

"No." Harry went over to the counter and started to unload another of the shopping bags so he didn't have to look at Nathaniel. "We both had the same dream. I was in her dream, then later she was in mine."

The kitchen got a little too quiet. Harry snuck a peek at Nathaniel. The wereleopard stood staring at Harry, but instead of the confusion Harry had been expecting, Nathaniel's expression was slightly calculating.

"What?"

"Vampires don't dream, so Anita's never been in Damian's dreams like that," Nathaniel said slowly.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"But she can get into my dreams, same like she can with Richard," Nathaniel continued as if Harry hadn't spoken. "Maybe because you're Damian's grandson, she got into your dream too?"

"That is completely ridiculous!" Harry exclaimed, hoping that his face wasn't as red as it felt. "She's got those marks with you and Richard, not with me! She can't be getting inside my head!"

"How would you know? Have you ever had anyone in your dreams before?"

Nathaniel's words were like ice down Harry's spine. He carefully lowered the jar of raspberry jam to the counter, his hand shaking. "Voldemort's done that," he said tonelessly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Nathaniel edge close to him. Harry didn't need to see the wereleopard's face to know he was apologetic; he could taste it on the air.

"But that was because of this stupid scar on my head," Harry continued. "That's how he got into my dreams."

"Were they bad dreams?"

Harry nodded. Nathaniel stood right next to Harry, so that their arms touched. Even though Nathaniel had a tiny edge of difference about him, didn't feel like a werewolf, the contact tempered what Harry was feeling. "Once, I was Voldemort's snake, Nagini. She..." Harry broke off. "She tried to kill Ron's dad."

"Sounds like a horrible dream."

"But it wasn't a dream!" Harry exclaimed. "She really did bite Mr. Weasley! He almost died." He absently pushed the jam jar further back on the counter. "And my dream yesterday morning, with Anita's mum, that happened too, only it was Cedric that really died, not Maria."

"What are you talking about?" Nathaniel asked. "I thought the dream was about Olaf."

Harry shook his head. "It was at first, then I was in the graveyard like I had been with Cedric, only Cedric wasn't Cedric, it was Maria, and she died the same way as Cedric did, but then Anita was there and Olaf got her--"

"Hold on," Nathaniel said. He looked very confused. "Can you start from the beginning?"

"Okay." Harry ran his hand through his hair. It was probably standing straight up, but he really didn't care about how he looked right now. "What's Anita's mother's name?"

"Maria, like you said," Nathaniel said. He returned to the neglected shopping bags. "But didn't Anita tell you that?"

"No. I just knew it." Like he'd known what Maria smelled like, a nice mix of bath powder and perfume, and that her hugs had been the best any little girl ever had, because she was the best mum ever. Watching Wormtail kill her had been like losing his own mother all over again. "How could I know that?"

"I don't know."

Harry picked up the jam jar and put it in the fridge as he began to tell Nathaniel all about the dream that he and Anita had shared. Talking about Olaf made Harry queasy, but that was still better than when he had to explain about the part of the dream in the graveyard, and then he had to tell Nathaniel all about the Tri-Wizard Tournament and Cedric, and how the other boy had died.

Nathaniel was a sympathetic listener, not bothering with any show of horror or revulsion at the tale. He asked few questions, and by the time the story was done, Harry felt as if he'd had a weight lifted from his chest.

"Why does all this kind of stuff happen to Anita?" Nathaniel asked as he began slicing up the meat.

"What do you mean?"

"She's always in danger, with crazy people fixating on her," Nathaniel said. Harry watched the sharp knife slide easily through the large slab of beef, and felt the stirrings of hunger. He had to concentrate on Nathaniel's words to respond.

"I'm the same way," Harry said. "Crazy people seem to want to kill me, too. Voldemort and Bellatrix and all them."

"Just great." Nathaniel tossed several chunks of beef into a large bowl, and turned the cutting board around to tackle the other side of the meat.

"So, who's coming over tonight?" Harry asked, changing the subject before Nathaniel asked him any more about Voldemort.

"Jason and Gregory and Stephen," Nathaniel answered. "Jason's got this idea that you need exposure to American culture before you get shipped back to the land of tea and scones."

"What kind of culture?" Harry asked, sneaking a chunk of raw beef out of the bowl while Nathaniel's back was turned, and popping it in his mouth.

"Movies and stuff, I think," Nathaniel said. "Nothing too out there." He spotted Harry taking another bit of meat out of the bowl, and slapped the back of his hand. "Stop it!"

Harry dropped the meat and ducked back. "Sorry," he said, not very apologetic as he licked the blood off his fingers.

Nathaniel rolled his eyes. "You can make the salad if you need something to do."

"Okay." Harry turned to the waiting array of vegetables. The thought of slicing it all by hand was a bit daunting. He looked at Nathaniel. "Can you do me a favour?"

"What?"

"Not tell anyone what I'm about to do?"

"What are you going to..." Nathaniel's voice trailed off as Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket.

"Just watch," Harry said as he pointed his wand at the vegetables.

~*~

"It's a very elaborate salad," Stephen said dubiously, staring at the large bowl on the table.

Nathaniel covered his mouth with his hand as he snickered. Harry pretended to regard the carefully arranged bowl. "I don't know, I think it needs something else," he said. "What do you think, Nathaniel?"

"I think it looks just fine," Nathaniel said, still laughing.

Harry lifted a cherry tomato out of the bowl and placed it on top of the carrot-and-celery tower. "There. Perfect."

Jason gave Harry and Nathaniel a strange look. "You're both nuts," he said as he dropped a handful of thin cases onto the table. "Is Gregory here yet?"

"Yeah, he's getting something from upstairs," Stephen said. "What movies did you bring?"

Nathaniel pushed the cases around. "Dracula, Shadow of the Vampire, Blade, From Dusk till Dawn, Lost Boys... Did you bring any movies that aren't about vampires?"

"One, but it's for work and so Harry can't see it," Jason said.

"What do you mean?" Harry demanded. "I'm not a kid."

Jason fixed him with a stare. "Hey, if you want to watch a video with a bunch of half-naked guys gyrating, feel free," he said.

Harry glared back at Jason, feeling as if he'd somehow been backed into a corner. Before he could figure out what to say, Gregory's voice called out from upstairs. "Stephen! Get up here and help me!"

Stephen edged around Jason and dashed for the stairs. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Nathaniel beat him to it. "Jason, leave him alone."

"Why?" Jason demanded. "He's welcome to watch the video, I just thought he swung more towards older women than to guys."

Half-angry, half-mortified, Harry took a step toward Jason, glaring down at the werewolf. Nathaniel quickly pushed between them. "Harry, he's just trying to push your buttons," Nathaniel said, shoving Harry back. "And Jason, you so don't want to go there right now."

Harry didn't understand the expression that ran over Jason's face. "What?" Jason shrugged. Harry looked to Nathaniel, who shook his head. "Did I miss something?"

Jason cursed under his breath. "I'm sorry I bothered you about the movie," he mumbled.

"It's okay," Harry said, growing more puzzled.

"Yeah." Jason crossed his arms over his chest, staring hard at the carpet. "It's not that."

"What is it, then?"

Nathaniel stepped up to Jason and said something in his ear, then picked up the movies and continued out of the kitchen. Jason ran his hand over his short blond hair. "I shouldn't have said that crack about older women and guys and stuff."

"I'm sure I'll live, but was Nathaniel talking about?"

Jason glanced at the doorway where Nathaniel had vanished. Harry's eyes grew wide.

"You and Nathaniel?"

"No!" Jason exclaimed, jumping back like a scalded cat. "It wasn't like that?"

"What was it like?"

"I--" Jason stopped abruptly and looked around the kitchen. Harry watched this bizarre behaviour with growing bemusement. "I was sort of wondering, a few months ago, you know?" Harry didn't, but it didn't seem like the time to say so. "I asked Nathaniel, because he's played for both teams." Jason fidgeted, his face red. "Anyway, in case anyone asks, kissing a guy's not at all like kissing a girl," he said, trying to make it a joke, but failing slightly.

"Right." It was on the tip of Harry's tongue to tease Jason, but something about the set of Jason's shoulders gave Harry the hint that what Jason had just told him wasn't a joke, not to Jason. "It's cool."

"Yeah." Jason managed a smile, almost back to his usual self. "But you?"

Harry blinked. "Me what?"

"Ever, you know, wonder?"

"No," Harry said quickly. "I mean, no. I have enough trouble with girls." It had never really occurred to Harry about, well, that. "And I like girls."

"Right," Jason said as Nathaniel came back into the kitchen. The wereleopard shook his head.

"I'm going to put the grill on," Nathaniel said as he went to the fridge and removed a large plate of meat skewered on long sticks.

"Why are you cooking the meat?" Jason asked, following Nathaniel outside onto the porch. Harry trailed after them, not sure if he was still upset with Jason or not.

"You might like cold raw meat from the store, but I want it hot," Nathaniel said.

"I think I've just been insulted," Jason said to Harry. Nathaniel shook his head as he lit the grill. "Hey, where's Anita?"

"Over at Richard's place with Micah," Nathaniel said. "They're talking about getting her some bodyguards and stuff."

"For the trip to England?" Jason asked, the grin sliding off his face. "I thought Jean-Claude had all that planned out."

"Not for the trip," Nathaniel said.

"Wait a minute, why would Anita need bodyguards in London?" Harry asked. "She's not going to be in any danger, is she?"

"Not exactly," Jason said. "I mean, I'm going and so is Requiem, so she's got us around for protection."

"But why would she need you?"

"They can double up to help her feed the ardeur too," Nathaniel explained. He closed the grill's lid and turned to Harry and Jason, a very serious expression on his face. "But they're mostly going because of Christoff."

"He's the Master of London, right?" Harry asked.

Jason nodded. "Christoff's not really a fan of wizards."

"What?" Harry took a step out onto the grass. "So Anita's going to be in danger because of me?"

"No, not entirely. Christoff also apparently hates Jean-Claude," Jason said. He looked out at the setting sun, eyes screwed up against the glare. "I've been dealing with this from Jean-Claude and Richard and Anita for the last few days, so please don't start on me now, okay?"

"What do you mean, dealing with this? Dealing with what?"

"Dealing with how I'm to protect Anita if she needs it," Jason replied. "She probably won't. Jean-Claude's made it pretty clear in talking to Christoff that there will be severe trouble if anything happens to any of us. But he's still worried, really worried."

"There's something that he needs to get settled before you guys leave," Nathaniel said. "Something that Christoff's apparently holding out on him, but that Jean-Claude needs to have set up before he'll let Anita go. Otherwise, he's going with Anita and he'll leave the city with Asher."

Jason turned around, his mouth hanging open in astonishment. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he demanded. "I haven't heard any of that."

Nathaniel checked the heat on the grill, not looking at Jason. "I asked Asher."

"You asked Asher?" Jason repeated. "I thought you were avoiding Asher."

"I talked to him last night at work," Nathaniel said. "All I said was, I was worried about Anita being safe in London. Asher just told me the rest."

There was something in the set of Nathaniel's jaw that made Harry think that wasn't the entire story, but not knowing Asher, other than that the vampire seemed to dislike Harry intensely, he didn't know what to think. "Why is it that Jean-Claude leaving the city would be so bad?" Harry asked.

"Because as strong as Asher is, he's not really strong enough to hold St. Louis against a challenger," Jason said. "Jean-Claude's got Richard and the wolves as his animals to call, not to mention Anita. No one's crazy enough to go against them, but if Jean-Claude were gone..." He turned to Nathaniel. "Meng Die, you figure?"

"No, I think Meng Die knows she's still not strong enough without a human servant," Nathaniel said. "But there's a master up river, Maurice? I think I heard Byron telling Elinor that he might be a danger."

"Hold on!" Harry said. "Can we get back to the 'Christoff might be a threat to Anita' part of this conversation?" He looked from Nathaniel to Jason. "Can't I just go to England on my own? That way she won't be in any danger from Christoff."

"She tried suggesting that," Jason said. "No dice. You'll be in danger if you go back alone."

"I'm always in danger!" Harry exclaimed.

"No, this is different," Jason said urgently. "Because of Damian. Christoff knows that Damian's your grandfather, and that makes you fair game once you step foot inside London. From what I get off Requiem, once we go visit Christoff and say hi and stuff, you should be able to enter London all you like without any trouble from his vamps."

"Unless he kills you all to start with," Nathaniel said sharply. He raised the lid on the grill and began slapping the meat on the sizzling surface. "Harry, I need you to do me a favour."

"What?" Harry asked, his insides were churning. How could he have known that he'd cause all this trouble?

"Don't get stupid about this." Nathaniel looked up at Harry, his lavender eyes hard. "Jean-Claude knows what he's doing. If anyone can get Anita in and out of London alive, it's him. Please don't try anything that will get her killed."

Harry must have hesitated too long, because Jason spoke up. "If you have anything to say, Harry, you need to talk to Jean-Claude about it now," the werewolf said. "I don't know what you're thinking, but Christoff's a real bad-ass. Jean-Claude told me he had this whole territory in Belgium for over a hundred years, but when the old London master went psycho, Christoff just bailed on Belgium and took over London. No one fought him, and considering the number of powerful vamps in England, that's saying something."

"But Anita shouldn't be put in danger because of me!" Harry said.

"Well, tough shit," Nathaniel snapped. "She's in it now, so you're doing to have to deal with it." He turned the meat skewers over, scowling at the flames. "Might be best if she leaves, with Olaf and all."

"Who's Olaf?" Jason asked curiously.

"I don't know," Nathaniel said before Harry could respond. "Why don't you go drag Stephen and Gregory down, okay? We can put the movies on and start to eat." Jason narrowed his eyes at Nathaniel, but hopped up the stairs back into the house. When he was gone, Nathaniel turned back to Harry. "Jason's right, you should talk to Jean-Claude about this whole London thing. You might be able to help out in ways that Jason and Requiem can't."

"How would I be able to do that?"

"You're not tied to Jean-Claude in any way," Nathaniel pointed out. He quickly loaded the meat skewers onto a plate. "Jason and Requiem are, but you're a free player in all this. You might be able to help keep Anita safe."

Harry frowned while Nathaniel turned off the grill and closed the lid. "I'll talk to him," Harry grudging promised. "But what are we going to do about Olaf?"

Nathaniel shushed him. "Can we not talk about Olaf right now?" he asked. "I don't want the twins worrying about that. Jason can ask Jean-Claude if he wants to know."

"Okay, I guess," Harry said, puzzled as to why Nathaniel would want to keep this quiet. But maybe Nathaniel knew something that Harry did not, which was entirely possible, considering that Anita had apparently told Nathaniel all about Olaf the previous night.

Maybe, when Anita and Micah got back from Richard's place, Harry could ask them about Olaf, and if there was anything he could do to help.

~*~

Harry had never passed an normal evening with a bunch of muggle guys, so he wasn't quite sure what to expect. He most certainly had not been expecting what happened, however.

Midway through the first movie, Stephen got bored and began to test out his new makeup on Gregory's face. Jason started talking along with the characters on the screen, making the movie into a huge melodrama. Nathaniel ignored them all, watching the film with rapt attention.

Stephen caught Harry watching him apply makeup to his twin's face, and offered to do the same for Harry. Harry managed to catch himself before he replied, making his refusal a little less vehement than it would have been otherwise. He had no interest in getting made up. Only girls did that, right? Although, Harry had to admit, the makeup on Gregory's face didn't look half-bad.

The idea had crossed his mind, about the Weasley twins doing something similar in their spare time, and Harry had to choke down a laugh at the thought of Fred and George in eye makeup. They wouldn't be able to wear it as well as Gregory was.

As the movie ended, Jason jumped up and took a bow to scattered applause from Harry and Nathaniel. "What do you all want to watch now?" he asked.

"Can we please not watch Lost Boys?" Stephen asked. "Vivian and Cherry watched that movie over and over, it drives me nuts."

"Why do they watch it so much?" Harry asked as Jason began sorting through his movies.

"Kiefer Sutherland," Gregory said in a falsetto voice, batting his darkened eyelashes. "They also watch 24 every week, too," he added in his normal voice. "They always go on about it the next day."

"Careful what you talk about," Jason warned Gregory. "You're the one who watches Oprah."

"Oprah's got good stuff on!" Gregory protested over Stephen's giggling. "Like that werewolf author last month."

"Uh huh." Jason slipped the silver disc into the drive and settled back on the couch. "Time for some Dracula."

The movie began and Harry watched the opening credits roll. The movie seemed a little campy, which was to be expected from a movie made decades before Harry was born, and he found his eyes wandering away from the screen, across the carpet, and stopping at a pair of feet in the doorway.

Harry jumped in surprise as he realized that Damian was watching them from the hall. The man's long red hair hung down on either side of his unnaturally still face.

"Hi, Damian," Nathaniel called, pausing the movie. "Do you want to join us?"

The twins stared at Nathaniel. Even Jason looked rather surprised by the offer. "I should not interrupt you," Damian said, not moving.

Nathaniel pushed Harry's feet off the couch. "You're not interrupting," he said. "We're just watching Dracula. Ever seen it?"

Something about Nathaniel's voice, the way he was speaking, made Harry wonder if this was the first time Nathaniel had tried to get Damian to join in something. As Harry wanted to spend more time with Damian, Harry tried to look welcoming as well.

"I have not seen any movie by that name," Damian said, slowly coming into the room. Nathaniel shoved at Harry until he crowded closer to Jason, letting Nathaniel slip move over on the couch to leave enough room for Damian at one end.

"You can see it now," Nathaniel said. He waited until Damian sat uneasily on the edge of the couch cushions, then pressed the remote control.

The mood in the room had gone from causally laid-back to rather tense with Damian's arrival. The twins went back to their makeup, and Jason sat beside Harry, very still and very quiet.

After about ten minutes, Damian turned his head toward Nathaniel. "Are you sure this is Dracula?" he asked. "This has very little to do with the book."

"They wrote a book about this?" Harry asked.

Damian frowned at him. "The book was written a very long time ago," he said, slightly condescending.

Jason hit Harry's shoulder with the back of his hand. "Yeah, where did you grow up, under a rock?"

"Surrey, actually," Harry retorted, shoving Jason's hand away. "You've read the book?"

"When it came out," Damian said. "It was a ridiculous telling of the Dracula story, but still better than this..." he waved his hand at the screen. "This drivel."

"Hey, this drivel scared the crap out of me when I was ten," Jason said easily. "It's got Christopher Lee! What else could you want?"

Gregory groaned. "Can we not talk about Christopher Lee?" he asked. "Byron discovered Christopher Lee movies last month. He's been driving me crazy at work, telling me which ones he's seen." Gregory switched his voice into a very good imitation of Byron's accent. "Did you see what he did in Lord of the Rings? Do you know how many endings they filmed? Bah."

Harry smiled as the tension in the room eased off. Damian still made scathing comments as the movie progressed, and Nathaniel easily deflected most of them, but everything felt better. Harry hadn't realized until then how ill-at-ease he still felt with Damian. But this was good, this casual stuff. There wasn't a point to it, they were all just in the same room at the same time.

With a twinge of worry, Harry wondered if he'd ever see Damian again, once he left for England. If things with Voldemort went as badly as Harry expected, then these next few weeks might be all the time Harry ever got with his grandfather.

It didn't seem fair.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I knocked at John Burke's office door, trying to shove away my irritation at Richard. To say the meeting at Richard's hadn't gone well was an understatement of massive proportions. Once Micah had outlined the "Olaf" problem to Richard and Jamil, Richard had gotten very pissed off at Micah, then at me, then at Jean-Claude for not telling him sooner.

Since the whole thing was really my problem, I'd done what I normally do when confronted with an irate Richard. I flipped, and in a major way.

After Micah and Jamil separated me and Richard, Micah had proceeded to chastise us both for "behaving like children," I think he said, then flatly laid out our options. Since Edward had no idea where Olaf might be, those options were limited.

The least annoying of those options was currently sitting in the waiting room of Animators Inc. Miguel, one of Rafael's wererats, was my current bodyguard, at least until Richard and Micah and Jean-Claude could iron out the details on who I'd get as my permanent bodyguard.

As one might guess, this was not sitting well with me at all. But right now, I had bigger things to worry about, and if having Miguel sitting around drinking coffee and taking up space in the lobby got Micah out of my hair for long enough to do what I needed to do, I'd live with it for a while.

I knocked again. Finally John opened the door, frowning when he saw me.

"Can I talk to you?" I asked.

"Why?"

"I have something to ask you."

John swung the door open and let me inside his office. I hadn't been in here in months, and looked curiously at the long silver knife lying on the desk. He closed the door behind me and hurried to pick up the knife. "I was cleaning it," he said brusquely, sliding the knife back into a sheath.

"Right." I sat in the client chair without being asked, and waited until John sat down. "I need to ask you something."

"You already said that," John pointed out. "What do you want?"

I took a slow breath, and let it out. "I need to ask you about the Bokor Majeur."

John looked at me for a moment, then stood up. "I'm sorry, I not sure what you're talking about, Marshal Blake," he said, not able to hide the anger in his voice.

"This isn't some kind of set-up!" I exclaimed, gripping the chair so hard my fingers turned white. "I need to know!"

"Why?"

The clipped word fell into the silence of the office. I tried to stop the fluttering of fear in my chest, but wasn't very successful. Seems like my grandmother's warnings were still paying off, after all these years.

"I think someone might be using it to commit a crime," I lied.

John sat down warily, as if he was waiting for a SWAT team to burst through the door. "How did you even hear about the Bokor Majeur, anyway?" he demanded. "Of everyone in this office, I think Manny might be the only one who's ever heard of it."

"My grandmother told me, when I went to see her in Mexico as a teenager," I said.

"What did she tell you? About how it's more evil than most anything vaudun?" John asked. He'd wrapped his hands around the knife sheath in front of him. I'm not even sure he knew he was doing it. "Most of us serve with both hands, Anita, dancing on this side of evil, but no one who's ever touched Bokor Majeur has ever come back unchanged."

"I know that!" I said. I pried my hands off the chair, wishing I could reach for the silver cross around my neck, but knowing it would only put John further on edge. "I need to know about it, to make sure that I can stop it if I need to."

It was a lie. No one was using the Bokor Majeur at all, and as I looked into John's eyes, I think he knew that.

Bokor Majeur was the most powerful vaudun force that anyone had ever heard of. Most vaudun priests used it as a bedtime story to scare their little acolytes straight. But I'd been wracking my brains for a way to protect myself and my people in case Olaf came after me, or in case I couldn't handle the next bad guy down the road with a gun alone. I was a necromancer, and I held the ardeur within me, and I'd been okay with those powers so far. Most people who had those powers let them go to their heads, driving them evil with power. I'd held off on that, and I knew I could do it with the Bokor Majeur.

John sat back in his chair. "You do realize that if this goes wrong, I'm going to have to kill you," he said, his voice flat.

My skin broke out in goose bumps at his tone, but I was counting on it. "I just need to know about it," I said when I could speak.

He didn't believe me, of course, but as he stood up and walked to his bookcase, I didn't really care. If I could get what I needed to protect my people, then I'd take what I could get.

...tbc

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I would have flipped if I had had to go into the office tomorrow only to discover that you had posted. It was definitely worth the trip in yesterday. I was suffering withdrawal! Thanks for spending your afternoon writing.

Once again, I love seeing Harry act normally. All I can think about is what he's going to tell Ron about his adventures. And I loved that Nathaniel asked Asher and that Asher told him. It goes so perfectly with the excerpt from Micah that I've read. Asher would tell Nathaniel.

And the teaser at the end, yum!

Great job!

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