"Harry! Willow!" 

Hermione was tugging at my sleeve, staring at her watch. "We've got exactly ten minutes to get back down to the hospital wing without anybody seeing us -- before Dumbledore locks the door --" 

"Okay," said Harry, wrenching his gaze from the sky, "let's go...." 

We slipped through the doorway behind us and down a tightly spiralling stone staircase. As we reached the bottom of it, we heard voices. We flattened ourselves against the wall and listened. It sounded like Fudge and Snape. They were walking quickly along the corridor at the foot of the staircase. 

"... Only hope Dumbledore's not going to make difficulties," Snape was saying. "The Kiss will be performed immediately?"

"As soon as Macnair returns with the Dementors. This whole Black affair has been highly embarrassing. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to informing the Daily Prophet that we've got him at last.... I daresay they'll want to interview you, Snape... and once young Harry's back in his right mind, I expect he'll want to tell the Prophet exactly how you saved him...." 

I saw Harry clench his teeth. I caught a glimpse of Snape's smirk as he and Fudge passed our hiding place. Their footsteps died away. The three of us waited a few moments to make sure they'd really gone, then started to run in the opposite direction. Down one staircase, then another, along a new corridor -- then we heard a cackling ahead. 

"Peeves!" Harry muttered, grabbing Hermione's wrist. "In here!" 

We tore into a deserted classroom to our left just in time. Peeves seemed to be bouncing along the corridor in boisterous good spirits, laughing his head off. 

"Oh, he's horrible," whispered Hermione, her ear to the door. "I bet he's all excited because the Dementors are going to finish off Sirius...." She checked her watch. "Three minutes!" 

We waited until Peeves's gloating voice had faded into the distance, then slid back out of the room and broke into a run again. 

"Hermione -- what'll happen -- if we don't get back inside before Dumbledore locks the door?" I panted. 

"I don't want to think about it!" Hermione moaned, checking her watch again. "One minute!" 

We had reached the end of the corridor with the hospital wing entrance. "Okay -- I can hear Dumbledore," said Hermione tensely. "Come on!”

We crept along the corridor. The door opened. Dumbledore's back appeared. 

"I am going to lock you in," I heard him saying. "it is five minutes to midnight. Miss Granger, three turns should do it. Good luck." 

Dumbledore backed out of the room, closed the door, and took out his wand to magically lock it. Panicking, we ran forward. Dumbledore looked up, and a wide smile appeared under the long silver moustache. "Well?" he said quietly. 

"We did it!" said Harry breathlessly. "Sirius has gone, on Buckbeak...." 

Dumbledore beamed at us.

"Well done. I think --" He listened intently for any sound within the hospital wing. "Yes, I think you've gone too -- get inside -- I'll lock you in --" 

We slipped back inside the dormitory. It was empty except for Ron, who was still lying motionless in the end bed. As the lock clicked behind us, we crept back to our own beds, Hermione tucking the Time-Turner back under her robes. A moment later, Madam Pomfrey came striding back out of her office. 

"Did I hear the headmaster leaving? Am I allowed to look after my patients now?" 

She was in a very bad mood. We thought it best to accept our chocolate quietly. Madam Pomfrey stood over us, making sure we ate it. But I could hardly swallow. Far out, I could hardly breathe. Too. Much. Running. I was trying to subtly wipe the sweat off of my face, whilst catch my breath so I wouldn’t look suspicious.

I was nervous too, so my heart was pounding like a drum.

As we took a fourth piece of chocolate from Madam Pomfrey, we heard a distant roar of fury echoing from somewhere above us.... 

"What was that?" said Madam Pomfrey in alarm. 

“I don’t know!” I said, acting all terrified and shit. Just like a girl who’s been confounded and chased by Dementors and received weird arse memories about her past.

I could hear the angry voices, growing louder and louder. Madam Pomfrey was staring at the door. 

"Really -- they'll wake everybody up! What do they think they're doing?" 

I was trying to hear what the voices were saying. They were drawing nearer -- 

"He must have Disapparated, Severus. We should have left somebody in the room with him. When this gets out --" 

"HE DIDN'T DISAPPARATE!" Snape roared, now very close at hand. "YOU CAN'T APPARATE OR DISAPPARATE INSIDE THIS CASTLE! THIS -- HAS -- SOMETHING -- TO -- DO -- WITH -- POTTER!" 

"Severus -- be reasonable -- Harry has been locked up --" 

BAM. 

The door of the hospital wing burst open. 

Fudge, Snape, and Dumbledore came striding into the ward. Dumbledore alone looked calm. Indeed, he looked as though he was quite enjoying himself. Fudge appeared angry. But Snape was beside himself. 

"OUT WITH IT, POTTER!" he bellowed. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" 

"Professor Snape!" shrieked Madam Pomfrey. "Control yourself!" 

"See here, Snape, be reasonable," said Fudge. "This door's been locked, we just saw --" 

"THEY HELPED HIM ESCAPE, I KNOW IT!" Snape howled, pointing at us three. His face was twisted; spit was flying from his mouth. 

Real sexy Snape, real damn sexy.

"Calm down, man!" Fudge barked. "You're talking nonsense!" 

"YOU DON'T KNOW POTTER!" shrieked Snape. "HE DID IT, I KNOW THEY DID IT --" 

I burst into tears while he was screaming, and I truly did look like a messed up twelve year old.

I should get an Oscar for this.

“For goodness sake.” Madam Pomfrey said, putting her hand on my shoulder in a comforting way.

"That will do, Severus," said Dumbledore quietly. "Think about what you are saying. This door has been locked since I left the ward ten minutes ago. Madam Pomfrey, have these students left their beds?" 

"Of course not!" said Madam Pomfrey, bristling. "I would have heard them!" 

"Well, there you have it, Severus," said Dumbledore calmly. "Unless you are suggesting that Harry, Hermione and Willow are able to be in two places at once, I'm afraid I don't see any point in troubling them further." 

Snape stood there, seething, staring from Fudge, who looked thoroughly shocked at his behaviour, to Dumbledore, whose eyes were twinkling behind his glasses. Snape whirled about, robes swishing behind him, and stormed out of the ward. 

"Fellow seems quite unbalanced," said Fudge, staring after him. "I'd watch out for him if I were you, Dumbledore." 

"Oh, he's not unbalanced," said Dumbledore quietly. "He's just suffered a severe disappointment." 

"He's not the only one!" puffed Fudge. "The Daily Prophet's going to have a field day! We had Black cornered and he slipped through our fingers yet again! All it needs now is for the story of that Hippogriff's escape to get out, and I'll be a laughingstock! Well... I'd better go and notify the Ministry....." 

"And the Dementors?" said Dumbledore. "They'll be removed from the school, I trust?" 

"Oh yes, they'll have to go," said Fudge, running his fingers distractedly through his hair. "Never dreamed they'd attempt to administer the Kiss on three innocent children... Completely out of control... no, I'll have them packed off back to Azkaban tonight ... Perhaps we should think about dragons at the school entrance...." 

"Hagrid would like that," said Dumbledore, smiling at us. As he and Fudge left the dormitory, Madam Pomfrey hurried to the door and locked it again. Muttering angrily to herself, she headed back to her office. 

“Holy cow, where is your acting trophy?” Harry asked.

“I fricken deserve one.” I said, now unable to stop myself from crying.

“Or perhaps not.” Hermione winked.

There was a low moan from the other end of the ward. Ron had woken up. I could see him sitting up, rubbing his head, looking around. 

"What -- what happened?" he groaned. "Harry? Why are we in here? Where's Sirius? Where's Lupin? What's going on?" 

Harry, Hermione and I looked at each other. 

"You explain," said Harry to me.

“Once upon a time-“I started with a teary smile knowing what would happen.

“Oh Willow, I’ll do it.” Hermione smirked.

“Right on cue.” I said, helping myself to more chocolate.

*****

When Harry, Ron, Hermione and I left the hospital wing at noon the next day, it was to find an almost deserted castle. The sweltering, heat and the end of the exams meant that everyone was taking full advantage of another Hogsmeade visit. None of us felt like going, however, so we and Harry wandered onto the grounds, still talking about the extraordinary events of the previous night and wondering where Sirius and Buckbeak were now. Sitting near the lake, watching the giant squid waving its tentacles lazily above the water, I lost the thread of the conversation as I looked across to the Whomping Willow. Willow Tree.

My life had changed in one night. I now knew I was a Potter.

“Willow Catherine Potter.” I said thoughtfully.

“Is that your full name?” Hermione asked. I nodded but Ron said:

“Something’s missing...” he paused before smiling. “Willow Catherine Potter Tree.”

Hermione, Harry and I burst out laughing.

“I love it!” I grinned.

A shadow fell across us and we looked up to see a very bleary-eyed Hagrid, mopping his sweaty face with one of his tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs and beaming down at us. 

"Know I shouldn' feel happy, after wha' happened las' night," he said. "I mean, Black escapin' again, an, everythin' -- but guess what?" 

"What?" we said, pretending to look curious. 

"Beaky! He escaped! He's free! Bin celebratin' all night!" 

"That's wonderful!" said Hermione, giving Ron a reproving look because he looked as though he was close to laughing. 

"Yeah... can't've tied him up properly," said Hagrid, gazing happily out over the grounds. "I was worried this mornin', mind... thought he mighta met Professor Lupin on the grounds, but Lupin says he never ate anythin' las' night...." 

"What?" said Harry quickly. 

"Blimey, haven' yeh heard?" said Hagrid, his smile fading a little. He lowered his voice, even though there was nobody in sight. "Er -- Snape told all the Slytherins this mornin'.... Thought everyone'd know by now... Professor Lupin's a werewolf, see. An' he was loose on the grounds las' night.... He's packin' now, o' course." 

"He's packing?" said Harry, alarmed. "Why?" 

"Leavin', isn' he?" said Hagrid, looking surprised that Harry had to ask. "Resigned firs' thing this mornin'. Says he can't risk it happenin again." 

Harry and I scrambled to our feet. 

"I'm going to see him," we said to Ron and Hermione in perfect unison.

"But if he's resigned --" 

"Doesn't sound like there's anything we can do --" 

"I don't care. I still want to see him. I'll meet you back here. – STOP COPYING WHAT I SAY!” We both yelled at each other. “It’s not my fault we’re on the same thought line!” we spoke together again. “UGH! STOP IT!” then we both started laughing.

Lupin's office door was open. He had already packed most of his things. The Grindylow's empty tank stood next to his battered old suitcase, which was open and nearly full. Lupin was bending over something on his desk and looked up only when we knocked on the door. 

"I saw you coming," said Lupin, smiling. He pointed to the parchment he had been poring over. It was the Marauder's Map. 

"I just saw Hagrid," said Harry and I "And he said you'd resigned. It's not true, is it?" 

“Stop it.” I whined at Harry.

"I'm afraid it is," said Lupin. He started opening his desk drawers and taking out the contents. 

"Why?" said Harry. "The Ministry of Magic don't think you were helping Sirius, do they?" 

Lupin crossed to the door and closed it behind us. 

"No. Professor Dumbledore managed to convince Fudge that I was trying to save your lives." He sighed. "That was the final straw for Severus. I think the loss of the Order of Merlin hit him hard. So he -- er -- accidentally let slip that I am a werewolf this morning at breakfast." 

"You're not leaving just because of that!" said Harry. 

Lupin smiled wryly. 

"This time tomorrow, the owls will start arriving from parents.... They will not want a werewolf teaching their children. And after last night, I see their point. I could have bitten any of you.... That must never happen again." 

"You're the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had!" said Harry. "Don't go!" 

Lupin shook his head and didn't speak. He carried on emptying his drawers. Then, while I was trying to think of a good argument to make him stay, Lupin said, "From what the headmaster told me this morning, you saved a lot of lives last night. If I'm proud of anything I've done this year, it's how much you've learned.... Tell me about your Patronus." 

"How d'you know about that?" said Harry, distracted. 

"What else could have driven the Dementors back?" 

Harry told Lupin what had happened. When he'd finished, Lupin was smiling again. 

"Yes, your father was always a stag when he transformed," he said. "You guessed right... that's why we called him Prongs." 

Lupin threw his last few books into his case, closed the desk drawers, and turned to look at us. 

"Here -- I brought this from the Shrieking Shack last night," he said, handing Harry back the Invisibility Cloak. "And..." He hesitated, then held out the Marauder's Map to me. "I am no longer your teacher, so I don't feel guilty about giving you back this as well. It's no use to me, and I daresay you, Ron, and Hermione will find uses for it." 

I took the map and grinned. 

"You told me Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs would've wanted to lure me out of school... you said they'd have thought it was funny." Harry said to him.

"And so we would have," said Lupin, now reaching down to close his case. "I have no hesitation in saying that James would have been highly disappointed if his son and Daughter had never found any of the secret passages out of the castle." 

There was a knock on the door. I hastily stuffed the Marauder's Map into my pocket while Harry did the same with the invisibility cloak. 

It was Professor Dumbledore. He didn't look surprised to see us there. 

"Your carriage is at the gates, Remus," he said. 

"Thank You, Headmaster." 

Lupin picked up his old suitcase and the empty Grindylow tank. 

"Well -- good-bye, Harry," he said, smiling. "It has been a real pleasure teaching you. I feel sure we'll meet again sometime. Headmaster, there is no need to see me to the gates, I can manage...." 

"Good-bye, then, Remus," said Dumbledore soberly. Lupin shifted the Grindylow tank slightly so that he and Dumbledore could shake hands. Then, with a final nod to Harry and a swift smile, Lupin left the office. 

He beckoned me out and I followed.

“Willow, Willow, Willow.” He smiled as we wandered down to the school gates.

“Moony, Moony, Moony.” I mocked back. Lupin smiled.

He placed the tank and suitcase down, but they levitated in mid-air until they floated onto the carriage.

“I’m going to miss you.” I said honestly.

“And I you. You are my Goddaughter after all.” Lupin said softly.

“Yeah, and I chose you because I’m awesome.” Lupin’s face broke into a smile.

“You saw that memory too?”

“Yup.” I said popping the ‘p’ sound.

Without even meaning to, I half-tackled Lupin into a hug, and it wasn’t an awkward hug because he hugged me back.

I watched him climb onto the carriage and waved him until he went off into the far distance and out of sight.

I began to wander back into school when Dumbledore magically appeared. I fell over as I really didn’t expect him to be there.

He laughed at me.

What a lemon.

I jumped back up all ninja style.

“So Miss Potter, how are you coping with your new identity?” Dumbledore asked.

“Well Mr Professor Dumbledore Sir, I am coping quite fine.” I grinned, before a hefty amount of questions swelled in my mind. “Professor, do you have any idea why I was brought into school a year early?”

He gave me a calculating look. “You wouldn’t have lasted another year at your home Willow.”

“I had a feeling that would be the case, but you didn’t realise I was a year younger did you?”

Dumbledore smiled at me being smart. “No I didn’t.”

“And I don’t need to repeat a year do I?” I said fearfully. “I don’t think Professor McGonagall could handle it. Or Professor Snape for that matter...or Flitwick...” I continued on into a list of teachers and Dumbledore laughed again.

“No, you will not have to repeat.” I fist pumped the air.

“What was my mother like?” I asked.

“She was a very strong and powerful woman, funny, kind, caring, and she looked exactly like you.”

Oh no. Don’t do it Willow! Don’t!

“Did...Did she have a weird obsession with llamas?” I blurted out.

I did it. Damn.

“She did as a matter of fact.” Dumbledore chortled. I snorted really disgustingly and then laughed about it.

And without meaning to, I hugged him.

I like hugs.

“So what have you decided to name yourself?”

“Ron named me.” I grinned. “Willow Catherine Potter Tree.”

Dumbledore laughed again.

“Oh Willow, no matter how alike you could be to your parents, you are seriously one of a kind.” And Dumbledore skipped off merrily to the castle.

And I literally mean skipped.

Everyone talks about Dumbledore giving weird and cryptic messages. He is always funny and to the point with me.

I have a strange effect on people.

I affect people in strange ways.

Wait what?

*** *** ***

Nobody at Hogwarts now knew the truth of what had happened the night that Sirius, Buckbeak, and Pettigrew had vanished except Harry, Ron, Hermione, Professor Dumbledore and me. As the end of term approached, I heard many different theories about what had really happened, but none of them came close to the truth. 

“Sirius Black dressed up as a Dementor and escaped the castle! He also dressed up the hippogriff!” Was the rumour I was spreading.

Malfoy was furious about Buckbeak. He was convinced that Hagrid had found a way of smuggling the Hippogriff to safety, and seemed outraged that he and his father had been outwitted by a gamekeeper. Percy Weasley, meanwhile, had much to say on the subject of Sirius's escape. 

"If I manage to get into the Ministry, I'll have a lot of proposals to make about Magical Law Enforcement!" he told the only person who would listen -- his girlfriend, Penelope. 

And George hadn’t spoken to me the whole time which made me sad. 

Though the weather was perfect, though the atmosphere was so cheerful, though I knew we had achieved the near impossible in helping Sirius to freedom, I had never approached the end of a school year in worse spirits. 

I certainly wasn't the only one who was sorry to see Professor Lupin go. The whole of my Defence Against the Dark Arts class was miserable about his resignation. 

"Wonder what they'll give us next year?" said Seamus Finnigan gloomily. 

"Maybe a vampire," suggested Dean Thomas hopefully. 

“Or maybe a creepy old guy, with one eye and one leg!” I said. Clearly did not have the effect I expected. Everyone just thought I was weird.

It wasn't only Professor Lupin's departure that was weighing on my mind. I couldn't help thinking a lot about Professor Trelawney's prediction. I kept wondering where Pettigrew was now, whether he had sought sanctuary with Voldemort yet. But the thing that was lowering my spirits most of all was the prospect of returning to London for a lonely holiday.

The exam results came out on the last day of term. Harry, Ron, Hermione and I had passed every subject.

I smiled at my close to perfect potions results, my fantabulous Defence Against the Dark Arts results, my crappy Herbology marks and then my amazing charms mark. Let’s not mention my perfectionistical transfiguration mark.

The rest of my subjects left a bit to be desired.

However, I received a note in my envelope that told me I could take up two new subjects and drop my others.

Instead of Muggle Studies, I was going to take DRAMA! But I really didn’t want to do art so I was keeping divination.

Fun fun fun fun fun fun. I really loooove Divination. It’s so perfect.

If I get anymore sarcastic, I will die.

Percy had got his top-grade N.E.W.T.s; Fred and George had scraped a handful of O.W.L.s each. Gryffindor House, meanwhile, largely

Thanks to their spectacular performance in the Quidditch Cup, had won the House championship for the third year running. This meant that the end of term feast took place amid decorations of scarlet and gold, and that my table was the noisiest of the lot, as everybody celebrated.

As the Hogwarts Express pulled out of the station the next morning, Hermione gave us some surprising news. 

"I went to see Professor McGonagall this morning, just before breakfast. I've decided to drop Muggle Studies." 

"But you passed your exam with three hundred and twenty percent!" said Ron. 

"I know," sighed Hermione, "but I can't stand another year like this one. That Time-Turner, it was driving me mad. I've handed it in. Without Muggle Studies and Divination, I'll be able to have a normal schedule again." 

"I still can't believe you didn't tell us about it," said Ron grumpily. "We're supposed to be your friends." 

"I promised I wouldn't tell anyone," said Hermione severely. She looked around at Harry and I. Together, we were watching Hogwarts disappear from view behind a mountain. Two whole months before we’d see it again.... 

"Oh, cheer up!" said Hermione sadly. 

"I'm okay," said Harry and I quickly. "Just thinking about the holidays." 

“We seriously need to stop doing that.” Harry added to me.

Unison speaking is weird.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about them too," said Ron. "Harry, you've got to come and stay with us. I'll fix it up with Mum and Dad, then I'll call you. I know how to use a fellytone now --" 

"A telephone, Ron," said Hermione. "Honestly, you should take Muggle Studies next year...." 

Ron ignored her. 

"It's the Quidditch World Cup this summer! How about it, Harry? Come and stay, and we'll go and see it! Dad can usually get tickets from work." 

"Yeah... I bet the Dursleys'd be pleased to let me come... especially after what I did to Aunt Marge...."  Harry laughed.

“You too Willow! You MUST come!” Ron said loudly.

“Where are you staying anyway?” Hermione added.

“Dunno. I might be all creepy and drop by!” I said haughtily.

We played several games of Exploding Snap, and when the witch with the tea cart arrived, we each bought ourselves a very large lunch, though nothing with chocolate in it. 

But it was late in the afternoon before the thing that made us truly happy turned up.... 

"Harry," said Hermione suddenly, peering over his shoulder. "What's that thing outside your window?" 

I turned to look outside. Something very small and gray was bobbing in and out of sight beyond the glass. I stood up for a better look and saw that it was a tiny owl, carrying a letter that was much too big for it. The owl was so small, in fact, that it kept tumbling over in the air, buffeted this way and that in the train's slipstream. Harry quickly pulled down the window, stretched out his arm, and caught it. He brought it carefully inside. 

The owl dropped its letter onto Harry's seat and began zooming around our compartment, apparently very pleased with itself for accomplishing its task. Hedwig clicked her beak with a sort of dignified disapproval. Crookshanks sat up in his seat, following the owl with his great yellow eyes. Ron, noticing this, snatched the owl safely out of harm's way. 

Harry picked up the letter. It was addressed to him. He ripped open the letter, and shouted, "It's from Sirius!" 

"What?" said Ron, Hermione and I excitedly. "Read it aloud!" 

Okay, honestly If I don’t say something of my own soon, I’m gonna kill!

“Dear Harry, 

I hope this finds you before you reach your aunt and uncle. I don't know whether they're used to owl post. 

Buckbeak and I are in hiding. I won't tell you where, in case this owl falls into the wrong hands. I have some doubt about his reliability, but he is the best I could find, and he did seem eager for the job. 

I believe the Dementors are still searching for me, but they haven't a hope of finding me here. I am planning to allow some Muggles to glimpse me soon, a long way from Hogwarts, so that the security on the castle will be lifted. 

There is something I never got around to telling you during our brief meeting. It was I who sent you the Firebolt –“

"Ha!" said Hermione triumphantly. "See! I told you it was from him!" 

"Yes, but he hadn't jinxed it, had he?" said Ron. "Ouch!" The tiny owl now hooting happily in his hand, had nibbled one of his fingers in what it seemed to think was an affectionate way. 

“Crookshanks took the order to the Owl Office for me. I used your name but told them to take the gold from my own Gringotts vault. Please consider it as thirteen birthdays' worth of presents from your godfather. 

I would also like to apologize for the fright I think I gave you that night last year when you left your uncle's house. I had only hoped to get a glimpse of you before starting my journey north, but I think the sight of me alarmed you. 

I am enclosing something else for you, which I think will make your next year at Hogwarts more enjoyable. 

If ever you need me, send word. Your owl will find me. 

I'll write again soon. 

Sirius”

Harry looked eagerly inside the envelope. There was another piece of parchment in there.

“I, Sirius Black, Harry Potter's godfather, hereby give him permission to visit Hogsmeade on weekends.” Harry grinned "That'll be good enough for Dumbledore!" said Harry happily. He looked back at Sirius's letter. "Hang on, there's a PS...." 

“I thought your friend Ron might like to keep this owl, as it's my fault he no longer has a rat.”

Ron's eyes widened. The minute owl was still hooting excitedly. "Keep him?" he said uncertainly. He looked closely at the owl for a moment; then, to my great surprise, he held him out for Crookshanks to sniff. 

"What do you reckon?" Ron asked the cat. "Definitely an owl?" 

Crookshanks purred. 

"That's good enough for me," said Ron happily. "He's mine." 

As we pulled into the station, I shouted.

“I REALLY NEED TO PEE!”

We slipped back to kings cross via platform nine and three-quarters.

I hugged Mrs. Weasley. 

"I'll call about the World Cup!" Ron yelled after Harry and I as we bid him and Hermione good-bye.

We then wheeled our trolleys around bearing his trunk and Hedwig's cage toward Harry’s Uncle, who greeted me cruelly.

“Who’s that?” He snarled at me.

“Oh, Right!” I said cheerfully. “We haven’t been introduced! I’m Willow. Technically, I’m Harry’s sister! Don’t I look like Lily?”

Harry’s aunt looked like she had seen a ghost.

“BYE Harry! I LOVE LLAMA’S!” I shouted as I walked into the busy street.

Well, I really need to find a hotel.

I looked across the street.

The sign read: ‘Llama Lodge’

Beaming, I crossed the road and into my new home for the next four weeks.

The end!

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Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god BOOK THREE FINISHED!!!

AHHHH!

I WONT BE DOING THE NEXT BOOK FOR A FEW WEEKS!

Lol thats such a lie, I never stick to what I say here.

Shush!

LLAMA

I LOVE YOU ALL! Luff

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Luff!