Four Kingdom War (1/?)
I must really like the whole Romeo and Juliet scenario. Ah, forbidden love.
Title: Four Kingdom War
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating and Warnings: PG-13 for language, sexual references, and some violence. MASSIVE AU, LIKE WHOA.
Summary: Have you not heard of the Four Kingdom War? Well, if a tale about two young princes from quarreling kingdoms interests you, then pull up a chair and make yourself at home. My name is Cecilia Andromeda Black and my ancestors left me a fascinating book… A book that contains the true story of the Gryffindor and Slytherin princes. But that’s not all, my friends! It also recounts the bond between one of my past grandfathers and his half-breed lover. Do you feel inclined to read such a spin? I certainly hope you do. Welcome, guests, welcome to my library! Feel free to look around! (YES, I AM A DORK)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Pairings: Draco/Harry, Sirius/Remus, Ron/Hermione, Neville/Luna, Seamus/Ginny, Blaise/Pansy, Fred/Angelina, George/Katie, and some others I can’t think of right now.
Prologue: Descendant’s Telling
I’m not entirely sure if you’ve heard of the Four Kingdom War (as I don’t expect many books on the subject survived that horrid fire), but there still remains undeniable proof that it did happen and that all the wondrous people and dreadful events that I’m about to inform you of are real. And if you think I have photographs or documents or pieces of memorabilia from the notorious estates of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, then you’re sorely mistaken. Those things, though wonderful it would be to obtain them, were locked up by my great, great, great, great-grandfather. He was a delightful man with pale blue eyes, his raggedly cut black hair and charming smile perfect complements to his roguish personality. And oh, did he flaunt it! He had to be one of the most bigoted fellows of his time!
I am a descendent of Sirius Orion Black, the Gryffindor king’s bravest knight. But perhaps I should try starting at the beginning:
In the olden days, England consisted of four kingdoms. Gryffindor, one of the first, was ruled by James and Lily Potter. There was a time when they accepted all people onto their lands. As time progressed, however, only the most trusted from Hufflepuff were allowed entry, due to the war between the kingdoms for power. An alliance was secretly being formed while the other two brooded over what would happen next. Slytherin, the main enemy, hadn’t launched an attack for nearly eight months and everyone was tense with anticipation. The delay was supposedly because their king, Lucius Malfoy, was failing in health and was looking for a suitor for his seventeen-year-old son.
Slytherin and Gryffindor were close allies, once upon a time. No one knew who started the fight between their kings, but ever since that day, they were at war. Ravenclaw joined later, claiming that their people were being harmed in the fray. Hufflepuff… Well, Hufflepuff joined because they were afraid to pick sides. And thus, befriending anyone outside your kingdom was strictly forbidden and punishable by death, depending on the state of the relationship. It was a rule.
Two certain princes and two certain knights decided they didn’t much like the rules.
And this is where the story truly begins…
* * *
Chapter One: Flight of the Prince (And His Dog)
"Master Harry?" a small, squeaky voice called out cautiously as the door swung open.
His only response was a hiss of breeze fluttering through the elegant gold curtains.
"Dobby has come to tell you that breakfast is ready!"
The house-elf’s large, watery eyes blinked as he surveyed Prince Harry’s room. The window was ajar, a cord of bed sheets hanging over the sill. His clothes, which would usually be strew hazardously about the floor, had suddenly vanished. And, most importantly… The royal crest patterns, ordered by the Queen to be sewn into every one of young Harry’s shirts, were lying in tattered pieces on the dresser.
Their prince was gone.
* * *
"WHAT?!" a woman screeched, making the poor elf flinch in fright. "He’s gone? How can he be gone!"
"Lily… Please, calm down," James said anxiously, putting a hand on his wife’s shoulder. "I’m sure we’ll find him."
"Where is Sirius?" Lily continued to rave, slapping away her husband’s hand. "He was supposed to be watching Harry!"
"He went… away," Dobby replied meekly, fidgeting under her intense gaze. "To see someone. But his Majesty approved of the journey."
James cringed as the redhead turned to him, her eyes flaring with emerald fire.
"What were you thinking?!"
"Well, Sirius hasn’t been out of the castle for so long and I thought I’d give him some time off…" he answered slowly, looking at anything but her. "He went to visit a friend in… Ravenclaw."
"Where?" Lily hissed angrily, clenching her fists.
"Raven…claw…"
"James Potter, you had been start running this instant, or you’re going to find yourself at the end of a nasty bat-boogey curse!"
"Can’t we just- AH!"
Dobby felt it best to leave his masters alone for awhile. He’d send in Madame Pomfrey to lift the curse in an hour or so.
* * *
"I’m glad I caught up with you, Padfoot," Harry laughed, patting the great black dog on the head. "Who are you going to see again?"
Sirius rolled his eyes and jumped up onto one of the rocks that littered the path, howling at the moon in perfect mockery of a wolf.
"Oh, Remus! I can’t believe Dad broke ties with him just because he was born in Ravenclaw… I think we should all stop being so stupid and end the war. I mean, the Slytherins would probably slaughter me if they saw me crossing their borders now."
Harry had wanted for many weeks to visit the Slytherin Kingdom. The darker auras their people gave out sent a chill of excitement down his spine and he longed for some thrill in his dull life. Messing with the dark side was just what he needed…
"I’ll still try, though. This is my only chance."
Sirius didn’t change back to comment on the subject, choosing instead to mull over his godson’s choice. They had been discussing this breakout ever since the Slytherin King and his son came to negotiate for the return of a prisoner…
Sirius was guarding the boy’s room and got nearly bowed over when Harry flew down the stairs, him sprinting quickly after. He asked him what the rush was and he simply said, "Foreigners!", with a breathless sort of laugh. Sirius kept up with him, interested to see which kingdom had sent a visitor. But as soon as the door to James’s study opened, the knight grabbed onto Harry’s shoulder to stop him from going closer.
"That’s the Slytherin King," he hissed as explanation when the boy spun around in surprise. "I don’t know why he’s here, Harry, but I will not let you get near that madman."
Harry turned back to the study door, which had been opened by the aforementioned king, and suppressed a frightened shudder. He had long blonde hair pulled back by a silver ribbon, his gaze like chips of grey ice, and wore billowing black robes with silver fastenings. In his hands he held an onyx walking cane, a ruby-eyed snake head adorning the top. Every aspect of him screamed darkness, maliciousness, and power. The young prince fought hard to stop shaking, not wanting to show this man any weakness as he studied Harry in turn.
"Prince," the Slytherin greeted shortly, but respectfully, giving a slight bow. "Good day to you."
Harry, unsure of what to do, looked at his godfather for help. Sirius nodded his head, albeit reluctantly, and the boy gave the king a small bow.
"We’ll be going, then," the man said to someone behind him and Harry heard the clinking of chains. "Majesty, can’t we take those off him? He isn’t going to curse anyone. As you’ve snapped his wand…"
The last bit was said somewhat bitterly, but the prince didn’t dwell on that. A smaller figure, sharing the Slytherin King’s blonde hair and gothic style, had slipped past his father and was staring at Harry with just as much fascination as he was at him. He looked about his age and seemed softer than the man in the doorway, but gave Harry the same impression of darkness and power. This darkness, however, felt different somehow… It still sent a shiver through him, but didn’t scare him at all.
"My name is Draco Malfoy," the blond boy spoke suddenly, offering his hand. "We’re here on business concerning a prisoner of war, Severus Snape, but I never really wanted to come. You’re King James’s son, right?"
Harry glanced down at the hand, considering, but took a step back when he heard Snape’s name.
"Snape? The one who attacked the Weasley family?" he asked incredulously, narrowing his eyes into a glare. "But I wanted him hanged!"
Draco’s face went blank, but he still kept his arm outstretched.
"Why?" he questioned coolly, obviously trying to hide his anger. "What’s so great about the Weasels, anyway?"
Sirius winced when the sharp slap echoed throughout the cavernous entrance hall, despite the fact he had expected it. No one insulted the Weasleys in front of Harry. Without bodily harm, that is.
"Never speak of them that way again," the boy growled with a feral gleam to his eyes, clutching the wand in his pocket. "I’m not allowed to use an Unforgivable on you, but I know a lot of low-level torture spells that are just as effective when performed one after the other."
Draco, though still reeling from the strike, managed to frown at him crossly and let out a scoff.
"Like you have the gull."
Sirius stayed silent, but felt the urge to tell this boy to quit while he was ahead. James (when he was younger) had always went into a rage when his courage was questioned and Harry, it seemed, was no different.
"Why you-!"
"ENOUGH!" a voice bellowed from the study, a thump accompanying the outburst.
Draco completely forgot about Harry, pushing past his father to find a frail-looking Severus Snape slumped on the floor.
"Severus!" he yelped, his skin going unnaturally pale as he fell to his knees beside him. "Severus, what’s wrong?"
The black-haired man lifted his head up just enough to look at him with a weary smile.
"I’m fine, Draco," he murmured quietly, giving the boy’s arm a reassuring pat. "Just a bit tired… And shouting like that didn’t help."
Draco didn’t look so sure and he stood back up, contemplating something. After a moment he put his index and middle fingers into his mouth and sent out the most shrill whistle Harry had ever heard. The door to the entrance hall burst open and standing there, its hooves beating the ground in anticipation, was a chestnut colored horse. But, as Harry noticed with awe, it wasn’t just any horse. It had wings.
"Could you do me a favor, Meg?" Draco asked the horse with a honey-coated sort of tone that Harry was surprised to hear from him. "Take Severus to the castle?"
The majestic creature whinnied, nodding yes. Prince Draco trampled the smile that was twitching at his lips and helped Severus get to his feet. Meg’s hooves clicked against the marble floor as she trotted over to them, bowing her head down and bending her knees to make it easier to mount her. Severus grunted slightly when he swung a leg over her back, but otherwise managed to get on without Draco’s help.
"I should be back an hour after you," the boy told Meg, stroking her mane affectionately. "You’re to take him to the hospital wing, no matter what he says."
Severus tried to open his mouth to protest, but Draco gave him a look that left no room for argument. The horse tossed back her head, kicking her front legs, then took off through the door, her wings creating a mild wind. Harry wrapped his cloak more securely around himself, dazed from seeing such a fantastic animal. He’d only ever seen owls and cats and dogs, and other normal things, the strangest being a salamander that liked to dwell in fire.
"Let’s go, father."
And with that, the Slytherin Prince stormed jerkily from the room.
"I’m sorry about my son," Lucius said to James, although he didn’t sound sorry at all. "He can be a bit of a…"
"Stubborn git?" Harry supplied tersely, going back to his angry state. "Yeah, I think so too."
"Harry…" James sighed, running a hand through his unruly hair. "Lucius is, of this moment, a neutral guest. Be nice."
Lucius smirked at that, watching Harry expectantly. But he wasn’t having any of it.
"And as soon as he leaves this castle, he’ll be the enemy again. Why be civil now that he has his royal advisor back? What’s to stop him from killing every single person he crosses paths with on his way back to Slytherin?"
"Don’t be foolish, boy!" Lucius snapped harshly, tapping the floor with his cane. "My son would never allow that behavior. He’s deathly afraid of blood, which is quite disappointing, but everyone has things they’d rather not see…"
He was mumbling to himself as he strode to the door, but Harry couldn’t make out the
words. The Slytherin Prince was frightened at the sight of blood? How can that be possible, when the Slytherin Kingdom is where all the bloodiest battles happen?
"He was strange…" Harry muttered under his breath, knowing that Sirius would catch it. "Though his son was nice up until the Weasel comment."
Sirius agreed wholeheartedly, but never said a word.
"Oh, come now, Sirius! I’ve never known you to be so quiet!" James shouted suddenly, clapping his old friend on the back. "You look like you’ve had your heart broken!"
It was Harry’s turn to wince, because Sirius’s heart was broken. He hardly talked at all, except to his godson, and refused to speak with the king. Ever since that law about not being allowed to have a relationship with someone outside your kingdom…
And Sirius thought it best to leave it at that, not wanting to linger on how bad he felt and still feels. James was his best friend, yes, but who had always calmed him down and subtly told him a way to get back at him after a fight? Who never questioned the relationships he had and tolerated the stories about his tragic love life? Who waited patiently when he cried his eyes out over something his bitch of a cousin did, gave him warm cider, and hugged him until he felt better? Certainly not James.
"You miss him," Harry stated rather than asked, putting a hand on his shoulder as they walked.
"…I miss him."
-TBC-
Sorry about OOCness. But it’s AU, what do you expect? *sobs* This is going to turn into a monstrosity that I’ll never finish. I can feel it.
Chapter Two
Title: Four Kingdom War
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating and Warnings: PG-13 for language, sexual references, and some violence. MASSIVE AU, LIKE WHOA.
Summary: Have you not heard of the Four Kingdom War? Well, if a tale about two young princes from quarreling kingdoms interests you, then pull up a chair and make yourself at home. My name is Cecilia Andromeda Black and my ancestors left me a fascinating book… A book that contains the true story of the Gryffindor and Slytherin princes. But that’s not all, my friends! It also recounts the bond between one of my past grandfathers and his half-breed lover. Do you feel inclined to read such a spin? I certainly hope you do. Welcome, guests, welcome to my library! Feel free to look around! (YES, I AM A DORK)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Pairings: Draco/Harry, Sirius/Remus, Ron/Hermione, Neville/Luna, Seamus/Ginny, Blaise/Pansy, Fred/Angelina, George/Katie, and some others I can’t think of right now.
Prologue: Descendant’s Telling
I’m not entirely sure if you’ve heard of the Four Kingdom War (as I don’t expect many books on the subject survived that horrid fire), but there still remains undeniable proof that it did happen and that all the wondrous people and dreadful events that I’m about to inform you of are real. And if you think I have photographs or documents or pieces of memorabilia from the notorious estates of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, then you’re sorely mistaken. Those things, though wonderful it would be to obtain them, were locked up by my great, great, great, great-grandfather. He was a delightful man with pale blue eyes, his raggedly cut black hair and charming smile perfect complements to his roguish personality. And oh, did he flaunt it! He had to be one of the most bigoted fellows of his time!
I am a descendent of Sirius Orion Black, the Gryffindor king’s bravest knight. But perhaps I should try starting at the beginning:
In the olden days, England consisted of four kingdoms. Gryffindor, one of the first, was ruled by James and Lily Potter. There was a time when they accepted all people onto their lands. As time progressed, however, only the most trusted from Hufflepuff were allowed entry, due to the war between the kingdoms for power. An alliance was secretly being formed while the other two brooded over what would happen next. Slytherin, the main enemy, hadn’t launched an attack for nearly eight months and everyone was tense with anticipation. The delay was supposedly because their king, Lucius Malfoy, was failing in health and was looking for a suitor for his seventeen-year-old son.
Slytherin and Gryffindor were close allies, once upon a time. No one knew who started the fight between their kings, but ever since that day, they were at war. Ravenclaw joined later, claiming that their people were being harmed in the fray. Hufflepuff… Well, Hufflepuff joined because they were afraid to pick sides. And thus, befriending anyone outside your kingdom was strictly forbidden and punishable by death, depending on the state of the relationship. It was a rule.
Two certain princes and two certain knights decided they didn’t much like the rules.
And this is where the story truly begins…
* * *
Chapter One: Flight of the Prince (And His Dog)
"Master Harry?" a small, squeaky voice called out cautiously as the door swung open.
His only response was a hiss of breeze fluttering through the elegant gold curtains.
"Dobby has come to tell you that breakfast is ready!"
The house-elf’s large, watery eyes blinked as he surveyed Prince Harry’s room. The window was ajar, a cord of bed sheets hanging over the sill. His clothes, which would usually be strew hazardously about the floor, had suddenly vanished. And, most importantly… The royal crest patterns, ordered by the Queen to be sewn into every one of young Harry’s shirts, were lying in tattered pieces on the dresser.
Their prince was gone.
* * *
"WHAT?!" a woman screeched, making the poor elf flinch in fright. "He’s gone? How can he be gone!"
"Lily… Please, calm down," James said anxiously, putting a hand on his wife’s shoulder. "I’m sure we’ll find him."
"Where is Sirius?" Lily continued to rave, slapping away her husband’s hand. "He was supposed to be watching Harry!"
"He went… away," Dobby replied meekly, fidgeting under her intense gaze. "To see someone. But his Majesty approved of the journey."
James cringed as the redhead turned to him, her eyes flaring with emerald fire.
"What were you thinking?!"
"Well, Sirius hasn’t been out of the castle for so long and I thought I’d give him some time off…" he answered slowly, looking at anything but her. "He went to visit a friend in… Ravenclaw."
"Where?" Lily hissed angrily, clenching her fists.
"Raven…claw…"
"James Potter, you had been start running this instant, or you’re going to find yourself at the end of a nasty bat-boogey curse!"
"Can’t we just- AH!"
Dobby felt it best to leave his masters alone for awhile. He’d send in Madame Pomfrey to lift the curse in an hour or so.
* * *
"I’m glad I caught up with you, Padfoot," Harry laughed, patting the great black dog on the head. "Who are you going to see again?"
Sirius rolled his eyes and jumped up onto one of the rocks that littered the path, howling at the moon in perfect mockery of a wolf.
"Oh, Remus! I can’t believe Dad broke ties with him just because he was born in Ravenclaw… I think we should all stop being so stupid and end the war. I mean, the Slytherins would probably slaughter me if they saw me crossing their borders now."
Harry had wanted for many weeks to visit the Slytherin Kingdom. The darker auras their people gave out sent a chill of excitement down his spine and he longed for some thrill in his dull life. Messing with the dark side was just what he needed…
"I’ll still try, though. This is my only chance."
Sirius didn’t change back to comment on the subject, choosing instead to mull over his godson’s choice. They had been discussing this breakout ever since the Slytherin King and his son came to negotiate for the return of a prisoner…
Sirius was guarding the boy’s room and got nearly bowed over when Harry flew down the stairs, him sprinting quickly after. He asked him what the rush was and he simply said, "Foreigners!", with a breathless sort of laugh. Sirius kept up with him, interested to see which kingdom had sent a visitor. But as soon as the door to James’s study opened, the knight grabbed onto Harry’s shoulder to stop him from going closer.
"That’s the Slytherin King," he hissed as explanation when the boy spun around in surprise. "I don’t know why he’s here, Harry, but I will not let you get near that madman."
Harry turned back to the study door, which had been opened by the aforementioned king, and suppressed a frightened shudder. He had long blonde hair pulled back by a silver ribbon, his gaze like chips of grey ice, and wore billowing black robes with silver fastenings. In his hands he held an onyx walking cane, a ruby-eyed snake head adorning the top. Every aspect of him screamed darkness, maliciousness, and power. The young prince fought hard to stop shaking, not wanting to show this man any weakness as he studied Harry in turn.
"Prince," the Slytherin greeted shortly, but respectfully, giving a slight bow. "Good day to you."
Harry, unsure of what to do, looked at his godfather for help. Sirius nodded his head, albeit reluctantly, and the boy gave the king a small bow.
"We’ll be going, then," the man said to someone behind him and Harry heard the clinking of chains. "Majesty, can’t we take those off him? He isn’t going to curse anyone. As you’ve snapped his wand…"
The last bit was said somewhat bitterly, but the prince didn’t dwell on that. A smaller figure, sharing the Slytherin King’s blonde hair and gothic style, had slipped past his father and was staring at Harry with just as much fascination as he was at him. He looked about his age and seemed softer than the man in the doorway, but gave Harry the same impression of darkness and power. This darkness, however, felt different somehow… It still sent a shiver through him, but didn’t scare him at all.
"My name is Draco Malfoy," the blond boy spoke suddenly, offering his hand. "We’re here on business concerning a prisoner of war, Severus Snape, but I never really wanted to come. You’re King James’s son, right?"
Harry glanced down at the hand, considering, but took a step back when he heard Snape’s name.
"Snape? The one who attacked the Weasley family?" he asked incredulously, narrowing his eyes into a glare. "But I wanted him hanged!"
Draco’s face went blank, but he still kept his arm outstretched.
"Why?" he questioned coolly, obviously trying to hide his anger. "What’s so great about the Weasels, anyway?"
Sirius winced when the sharp slap echoed throughout the cavernous entrance hall, despite the fact he had expected it. No one insulted the Weasleys in front of Harry. Without bodily harm, that is.
"Never speak of them that way again," the boy growled with a feral gleam to his eyes, clutching the wand in his pocket. "I’m not allowed to use an Unforgivable on you, but I know a lot of low-level torture spells that are just as effective when performed one after the other."
Draco, though still reeling from the strike, managed to frown at him crossly and let out a scoff.
"Like you have the gull."
Sirius stayed silent, but felt the urge to tell this boy to quit while he was ahead. James (when he was younger) had always went into a rage when his courage was questioned and Harry, it seemed, was no different.
"Why you-!"
"ENOUGH!" a voice bellowed from the study, a thump accompanying the outburst.
Draco completely forgot about Harry, pushing past his father to find a frail-looking Severus Snape slumped on the floor.
"Severus!" he yelped, his skin going unnaturally pale as he fell to his knees beside him. "Severus, what’s wrong?"
The black-haired man lifted his head up just enough to look at him with a weary smile.
"I’m fine, Draco," he murmured quietly, giving the boy’s arm a reassuring pat. "Just a bit tired… And shouting like that didn’t help."
Draco didn’t look so sure and he stood back up, contemplating something. After a moment he put his index and middle fingers into his mouth and sent out the most shrill whistle Harry had ever heard. The door to the entrance hall burst open and standing there, its hooves beating the ground in anticipation, was a chestnut colored horse. But, as Harry noticed with awe, it wasn’t just any horse. It had wings.
"Could you do me a favor, Meg?" Draco asked the horse with a honey-coated sort of tone that Harry was surprised to hear from him. "Take Severus to the castle?"
The majestic creature whinnied, nodding yes. Prince Draco trampled the smile that was twitching at his lips and helped Severus get to his feet. Meg’s hooves clicked against the marble floor as she trotted over to them, bowing her head down and bending her knees to make it easier to mount her. Severus grunted slightly when he swung a leg over her back, but otherwise managed to get on without Draco’s help.
"I should be back an hour after you," the boy told Meg, stroking her mane affectionately. "You’re to take him to the hospital wing, no matter what he says."
Severus tried to open his mouth to protest, but Draco gave him a look that left no room for argument. The horse tossed back her head, kicking her front legs, then took off through the door, her wings creating a mild wind. Harry wrapped his cloak more securely around himself, dazed from seeing such a fantastic animal. He’d only ever seen owls and cats and dogs, and other normal things, the strangest being a salamander that liked to dwell in fire.
"Let’s go, father."
And with that, the Slytherin Prince stormed jerkily from the room.
"I’m sorry about my son," Lucius said to James, although he didn’t sound sorry at all. "He can be a bit of a…"
"Stubborn git?" Harry supplied tersely, going back to his angry state. "Yeah, I think so too."
"Harry…" James sighed, running a hand through his unruly hair. "Lucius is, of this moment, a neutral guest. Be nice."
Lucius smirked at that, watching Harry expectantly. But he wasn’t having any of it.
"And as soon as he leaves this castle, he’ll be the enemy again. Why be civil now that he has his royal advisor back? What’s to stop him from killing every single person he crosses paths with on his way back to Slytherin?"
"Don’t be foolish, boy!" Lucius snapped harshly, tapping the floor with his cane. "My son would never allow that behavior. He’s deathly afraid of blood, which is quite disappointing, but everyone has things they’d rather not see…"
He was mumbling to himself as he strode to the door, but Harry couldn’t make out the
words. The Slytherin Prince was frightened at the sight of blood? How can that be possible, when the Slytherin Kingdom is where all the bloodiest battles happen?
"He was strange…" Harry muttered under his breath, knowing that Sirius would catch it. "Though his son was nice up until the Weasel comment."
Sirius agreed wholeheartedly, but never said a word.
"Oh, come now, Sirius! I’ve never known you to be so quiet!" James shouted suddenly, clapping his old friend on the back. "You look like you’ve had your heart broken!"
It was Harry’s turn to wince, because Sirius’s heart was broken. He hardly talked at all, except to his godson, and refused to speak with the king. Ever since that law about not being allowed to have a relationship with someone outside your kingdom…
And Sirius thought it best to leave it at that, not wanting to linger on how bad he felt and still feels. James was his best friend, yes, but who had always calmed him down and subtly told him a way to get back at him after a fight? Who never questioned the relationships he had and tolerated the stories about his tragic love life? Who waited patiently when he cried his eyes out over something his bitch of a cousin did, gave him warm cider, and hugged him until he felt better? Certainly not James.
"You miss him," Harry stated rather than asked, putting a hand on his shoulder as they walked.
"…I miss him."
-TBC-
Sorry about OOCness. But it’s AU, what do you expect? *sobs* This is going to turn into a monstrosity that I’ll never finish. I can feel it.
Chapter Two