The Case of the Resurrected Ghost

[rogueinker]

Chapter Nine

Madam Pince was used to an orderly procession of days during the week. A library if organized and managed properly literally ran itself. Her main preoccupation during the school term was investigating the old books and manuscripts held in trust at Hogwarts. There were many rare collections and editions that were archived in the school gathered from the founders themselves, from various faculty who contributed over the years as well as the occasional donor. Much of all this resided in two massive rooms in the back of the library. There was a smaller side room which served as a workshop of sorts.

Much like Professor Snape minding his private working potions room, Madam Pince regarded her workshop as sacrosanct. Being a librarian entailed more than cataloging and shelving books, at least at Hogwarts. When not needed in the library, Madam Pince could be found in her work room restoring old materials to as close to their original state as possible, or failing that, preserving the works as best she could. The workshop even had a walk-in vault where the most delicate or dangerous materials were stored until they could be dealt with properly. The room was understandably off limits to students and access was limited to the headmaster, deputy headmistress and Madam Pince herself. It was in her workshop that Minerva found Irma a little after dinner.

"Working late, Irma?" Minerva closed the door carefully behind her.

"I'm close to deciphering the locking mechanism on this book here." Irma put her wand away and pulled her attention from a battered first edition of Unnatural Transfigurations. "What is the point of applying locking charms on books if the owner doesn't make a point to remember the unlocking phrase or phrases?"

"An estate donation?"

Irma sat on a tall stool by the work bench. She rolled her shoulders forwards and backwards to work out the stiffness that an hour of concentration left behind. "The Mandeville bequest. Old Dixon's grandson left quite a cache. Unfortunately, the young man did not know how to unlock any of the books so I'm having a go at them. What brings you to my corner of the castle?"

"More research requests I'm afraid and something else, a mystery." Minerva smiled at the other woman. "You think you can leave Mandeville's hoard for a little while?"

"A mystery, eh? Something to do with the genealogy research?" Irma forgot all about her stiff neck.

"I conferred with Albus and he agreed that you were vital to the team."

"This is getting quite interesting."

"You don't know the half of it, Irma. Come on, I need to introduce you to someone. Then, later, I am going to need your help to convince Albus that we need to plan a little trip."


A few hours later, Irma found herself sitting in Minerva's sitting room opposite the headmaster. She had been dumbfounded when she met the newly living Bloody Baron. Irma could not help but feel a thrill of anticipation at hearing Minerva's plans; the same thrill that was normally reserved for finding a valuable first edition or rare document.

Minerva stood by a blackboard hovering in midair. On it were the same things that had been on her classroom blackboard. "According to the antique letter that Irma found, Juliana Pendry was a talented healer, one born with the natural gift of healing hands. Based on that letter, from one of Juliana's convalescing patient to his wife, we have our starting point. That is the town of Kilmartin in Argyle where the letter originated from." With a quick wave of her wand, the word 'Kilmartin' was listed on the blackboard. "That is where Irma and I intend to go."

"We have yet to finish analyzing the artifacts left by Rowena and Salazar. Did you not say that Godric's journal was begging for more attention? I do not see the need for this excursion at this time."

"Albus, given what we know and that we both agree that time is of the essence, I feel very strongly that of all the questions I posed, only one is absolutely paramount. That is the question of what happened to Isabel's line that caused the baron's resurrection. We already have a fairly good idea of what happened in the past from the baron. Now, we need to know the present. One possibility is that the line died out. If it has, then does that mean that the significant figure has already emerged? If not, then why not and will that non-event change our future?"

Albus opened his mouth to speak but Minerva continued on.

"Going on the supposition that a recent death triggered the baron's transformation, Irma and I consulted the obituaries for the last week both in the Prophet and the registrar of wizarding deaths maintained by the Ministry and cross matched the information against the wizarding genealogy listings. No individual deceased in the last week was, on the surface, related to Isabel Parnum. I have a suspicion that Juliana's descendants are muggles now."

Albus' eyebrows rose at this new possibility.

"I did a very cursory review of muggle obituaries in the Argyle area but that doesn't help us at all because we have no way of recognizing a Pendry descendant," Irma clarified.

Minerva nodded gratefully at her cohort. "So, you see, Albus, the only way to continue on is to go to Kilmartin."

"And after that where to?" Albus tapped his fingers on the armchair. "This ... trip has the markings of a quest."

"We have many questions and barely any answers. Where the trail leads, we ought to follow." Minerva looked earnestly at the headmaster. "I admit my reasoning is based on the slimmest of evidence and assumptions, but ... but, at this point, it is all we have."

"I am not questioning your reasoning. My concern remains where it has always been, on the prophecy." Albus looked at Irma. "Irma, this is a portion that we have only a vague understanding of. What is obvious in Rowena's writings is that her vision, her original vision, is tied to a larger prophecy. That prophecy is not written in any material that we have available. Because we do not know it, I am ... worried that we will affect the prophecy unknowingly."

"Albus, we can affect the prophecy by something we do, as much as if we do nothing at all."

"Good point."

"So, you'll teach my classes for a few days?" Minerva probed.

Albus gave in. "You have four days after which I want both of you back here. No matter what you find. And no risk taking, Minerva. Irma, I look to you to be the voice of restraint if Minerva becomes too headstrong. Is that understood, ladies?"

Minerva and Irma nodded agreement in unison.



Albus knocked on Minerva's door very early the next day. Minerva answered the door still in her night attire.

Albus quickly took in her disheveled appearance as well as the rather sensual burgundy nightgown she wore. While the gown draped upon the floor and was certainly not immodest, it did hint at the figure underneath. "Did I wake you, Minerva?"

"Not exactly. I had just got up." Minerva ushered him in. "Irma and I plan on an early start."

"The two of you loose upon an unsuspecting world. My permission may have been granted too easily."

"We need to do this. You know I'm right and -"

"Minerva, please, I did not come here to argue." Albus raised his hands to stop her protests. "I came to give you this." He held up a gold necklace. A small gold heart dangled upon it. "It's a special alarm. Should you ever want me you need only hold it in your hand and say my name and I and Fawkes will attend you."

Minerva could not decide whether to be delighted or puzzled. "Why a ... a heart?"

"Why not?" Albus walked behind her and wound the pendant around her neck. Minerva gathered her long hair to the side to give him better access. "It would seem like the natural thing for a woman to wear."

"Yes, yes, of course, very natural." Minerva fingered the heart pendant as Albus fastened the clasp. She could feel the warm wisps of his breath on the back of her neck. Her own heart strangely enough was beating far too fast for so early in the day.

"If anyone inquires, you may say that it is a gift from one who cares greatly about you. It would not be a lie." Albus managed the clasp and moved to face her again. His gaze followed the gold chain to the pendant nestled just above the hollow between her breasts. He cleared his throat noisily and transferred his eyes to her face. "It suits you."

"Thank you, Albus." She looked up at him. "I'll return it as soon as we come back."

"Save your breath, Minerva. The pendant is yours. Think of it as an early birthday present."

"My birthday was last month."

"A late birthday present then." Albus' eyes fell on her lips before drifting back to her eyes. "I only want one thing from you."

"And that would be?"

"A promise. A promise to be very, very careful. Never forget what you have there and use it when you need to. Do you promise?"

"I promise. I won't forget."

"And you'll come back in four days?"

"Not a day longer."

Albus stepped back and straightened his robes. "Well, very good. I'll see you off at the gates in an hour." He was about to close her door when some imp inside him made him say, "By the by, Minerva, I hope you're packing something more substantial than that gown, fetching though it is. I wouldn't want you to get a cold."

He closed the door shut but not before seeing the first hints of a blush on Minerva's face.


A/N: After much thinking on a possible sidekick for Minerva, I felt that Madam Pince would be a good pick. Besides I've always had a feeling there might be more to her than meets the eye.

Off to Kilmartin, oh, what clues will they find there? Anyone broken the cipher code of Godric's journal?

[Karlynne]

Oh man, I need more. I read all of this yesterday and today and I am dying of curiosity

[ginger newts]

I think Madam Pince will make a good side kick, nice choice. Not one of the usuals and interested in books and such, good thinking.

As to the mystery...well, hmm. I'm so curious and I really hope you update soon. You are doing a wonderful job of keeping me in suspense.

[Sensiblyquirky]

I need to re-read so I can figure this stuff out...I just read the Da Vinci Code! I loved this chapter, and am very eager for more. Of course I loved the last bit too.

Bring forth the updates,

Christy

[Isabelle]

Strangely enough I'm curious now to find out than my cat would be. That saying something to from a cat who get into the kitchen drawers when they're closed fully. I'm craving for more. I like the choice of Madame Pince as Minerva sidekick. Great update. I look forward to more.

Liz

[rogueinker]

Chapter 10

Professor McGonagall and Madam Pince apparated in Kilmartin village before dawn in the best semblance of muggle clothing they could muster - pant suits, good walking shoes and light coats. Though the village square was deserted, they kept their hands in their pockets clutching their wands. It took them only a few minutes to find their lodgings, the Kilmartin Hotel. The bed and breakfast establishment was a whitewashed, two story building with an aura of easy welcome about it. It was situated in the heart of the village and so was deemed an ideal choice for a base camp.

The night clerk greeted them cheerfully. "Good morning, ladies, me name's Jamie. Are you here for rooms?"

Minerva smiled back happy to hear a genuine Scottish brogue again. She pulled out a Switch credit card from her purse. "Yes, do you have a suite available?"

"Yes, I do." Jamie turned the register book to a new page. "If you could sign in, here. I'll get your keys."

Minerva and Irma signed the register both listing their home addresses as Hogwarts Academy in the Highlands. Jamie deposited two sets of keys on the counter. "If you give me the keys to your car, I can unload your luggage."

Irma answered. "That's quite all right. We were ... were escorted here by a ... a relative." She held up her own overnight bag. "We travel light as you can see."

"Of course, of course. If you would follow me, I'll take you to your rooms. This way please."

Minerva and Irma followed Jamie up the staircase. Their room was unusually roomy with a bedroom, bath and a spacious sitting room.

Stoking a new fire in the hearth, Jamie asked, "You must be tired having such an early journey. Would you like breakfast sent up? The kitchens are closed yet but I can manage some tea, toast and preserves."

Minerva laid her bag on the sofa and was discreetly studying the room. "If you could, that sounds wonderful. We skipped breakfast, you see."

Jamie left with assurances of returning with breakfast shortly. Irma laid out her notes on the desk in the sitting room.

Minerva peered out the window. She surveyed the surrounding buildings. "The church is across the street and Kilmartin House is right next to it."

"We have a few hours til they open." Irma experimented with the ballpoint pen and pad of paper she found on the desk. One could not very well use a quill in public. She drew a few squiggles on the pad getting used to holding the pen.

As she stood by the window, Minerva's hand subconsciously stroked the pendant. "I also see a pub, an apothecary and a stationers."

"Oh, good, I'm going to buy several of these, uh, pens before we go back. Much smoother than a quill and no ink blots to be careful about."

Minerva sat on the sofa removing her shoes. She laid back and closed her eyes. "Irma, thank you for coming."

"Tosh! Anything I can do to help, I'll do." Irma looked up from her doodling. "Minerva, I get the impression that we are racing against time. How much time do we have?"

"We don't have a definite time. It is better to say that we are in need of as much information as we can find before something else happens."

"What could happen?"

"Are you familiar with the theory of interdimensional displacement?"

"I understand the mechanics and theories behind strands and knots and how certain rules apply to them."

"Albus and I concur that the baron's resurrection is or was extraordinary, unplanned as far as actual events. So, it is a factor that is affecting or could affect our strand, our time period." Minerva covered her eyes with her forearm. "If we are to do the least damage or effect to time, we must curtail our actions to a very small window of time. I calculate that window to be a week at most. Whatever effect the baron's resurrection will have on our time will or should be revealed soon, if the rules are correct that is."

"If the rules are correct?"

"Nothing is perfect. Albus explained to me that prophecies have a way of disturbing or changing the knots on a strand. It is one reason why the true nature of prophecies are known only to a few people at a time. As for the rules, Albus says to treat them as guidelines not absolutes."

"In other words, we are working blind."

"Exactly."


At nine-thirty in the morning, Minerva and Irma positioned themselves at the door of Kilmartin Church. The churchyard had grave sites dating as far back as the 1300s. By their estimation, Juliana Pendry lived in the 1300s and died sometime in the early 1400s. If Juliana had lived in the area, the church records and the graves may yield critical clues. The vicar led them to the oldest grave markers which were housed in a mausoleum next to the church. As the vicar went to check what records he could for any mention of the Pendry family, Minerva and Irma examined the markers intently. Discreetly, they would cast reveal spells to see if the markers had any hidden magical attributes.

A half hour later, Minerva looked up from the marker she was studying. She heard Irma shouting excitedly. "Minerva! I found something."

Minerva found the librarian making a quick copy on to parchment of the detailed engravings on a stone marker four meters in height. At the top was a fading engraving of a ship with a cross on its sails. She peered closer and could not find anything unusual about it.

Irma took her wand and pointed at a small drawing near the base of the marker. "Here, Minerva, do you see this symbol - three triangles one inside the other with a star outlined over them?"

"Yes, what does it mean?"

"It's the medieval symbol for a healer, a magical healer." Irma looked around them making sure they were unobserved. "When I cast a reveal spell, this happened." Irma flicked her wand and cast her spell. "Tell me if you recognize it."

The symbol glowed a dim blue aura. The aura crept up the marker. Foreign words appeared on the marker in glowing blue script. Minerva watched entranced. She recognized some of the words. "It's in Gaelic, old Gaelic."

Irma cast a quick copy spell to transfer the script to her notepad. "Can you read any of it?"

"I'm not sure of my translation skills, Irma. From what I can tell it's a message."

"A message?"

"Yes, it refers to a location the ..." Minerva squinted then recoiled as if in shock. " ... the burial place of Juliana Pendry."

Irma gasped beside her. "Oh, my!"

"This marker was made by her son Andre de Sauvignon." The script was fading quickly. Minerva traced a strange drawing near the bottom - seven concentric circles and in the center was some kind of hollow indentation like a cup. "This symbol here represents the location somehow."

Irma peering over Minerva's shoulder focused on the symbol. "It's familiar. I've seen it before but where?"

Minerva looked around them. Her animagi-influenced hearing heard the vicar returning. She made to stand in front of the marker.

The vicar, Mr. Hilliard, bustled over. "I'm afraid, ladies, that our records show no entries for a surname of Pendry."

Minerva feigned disappointment. "I see. That's too bad but thank you for looking, Mr. Hilliard."

"I see you found one of our tourist magnets, there." Mr. Hilliard motioned to the grave slab.

"Really?" exclaimed Irma.

"It's a bona fide marker made for a Knight Templar. See the galley and the Templar cross on it." Mr. Hilliard informed them. "We know that some Templars came from France perhaps sailing through Loch Sween until they reached here."

"I didn't know that. How interesting!" Irma said truly surprised.

"Kilmartin isn't as well known as other places in Templar history. A group of them stayed in this area in secret for seven or eight years after escaping from France. The last trace of them was just after Bannockburn when they fought alongside Robert the First."

"Last trace?"

"Yes, they disappeared, reasons unknown. The prevailing theory is that they went to Roslyn and settled there instead." Mr. Hilliard provided.

Minerva asked, "Where were these markers found originally?"

"I don't know exactly. They were originally in the graveyard here but they didn't mark actual graves. We believe that they were originally elsewhere and at some time in the past, the markers were brought to this church. About ten years ago, we had them brought inside the mausoleum for preservation purposes."

The ladies exchanged a quick glance. It was time to leave.

Minerva shook hands with the vicar thanking him profusely for his aid. With renewed purpose, Minerva and Irma left the church headed for Kilmartin House which housed the local museum. Irma racked her brain trying to remember where she had seen the circular symbol before.

They had found Juliana Pendry and now the trail beckoned them onward final destination unknown.


A/N: There really is a historical basis for Knights Templar in Kilmartin starting in 1307. They did appear mysteriously at the battle of Bannockburn in 1314 before disappearing from the area and reappearing years later in Roslyn. The hotel, the church, the galley and cross on the slab and the museum are real.

Question: Is the overall pace too slow or too fast?

[Karlynne]

I like the pace because I am learning so much as I go plus you update alot

[QuillofMinerva]

This story is honestly intriguinging and the pace is fine as it is. I personally think, if you slowed down a bit readers (i.e. me) would get a bit confused

I love the idea of Madam Pince being Minerva's side kick, I think there could be more to her as well

I am looking forward to the next update

[Isabelle]

I think this pace is perfect. This is becoming very intriguing. I like it. I'm also learning lots. Great update!

Liz

[Miss Q]

Thanks for the update!

I still can not figure it out.... But I'm hooked to your story!!

M

[Kandice]

I can only say I am so into this. I don't care when you update I will always want more

[Ginger Newts]

Gasp, I missed this until just now! Bad, bad reader.

This just keeps getting more and more interesting and I love the actual history you're working into it. I'm also excited because as of this morning I understand better the kind of puzzle you're setting and I've heard of these knights before.

Here's hoping for more soon!

[LinZE]

I've been to Kilmartin !!!!!
*jumps up and down and claps her hands*
and I happen to love this story - can't wait for more it's going to be fab. I can just tell
post again soon please
xLx

[rogueinker]

Chapter Eleven

The Kilmartin House Cafe was cozy and rustic with wide oak beam trusses lining the ceiling. Minerva and Irma could not resist the cafe's engaging atmosphere. Besides, after the revelations in the churchyard, a chance for refreshments was very welcome indeed.

Minerva smiled up at the waiter. "Two Irn Brus, please."

"Irn what?" Irma asked.

"Trust me."

Irma looked over the short menu. "The raspberry buns sound delicious."

The waiter grinned. "Yes, that they be. Two for you, ladies?"

Irma nodded her head. She perused through the various pamphlets she had picked up at the entrance. One pamphlet displaying a map of the various archeological sites in and around Kilmartin caught her attention.

As soon as the waiter was out of sight, Minerva opened Irma's notebook and took out a pen. She tore one blank sheet off to use for notes. She turned to the page where the Gaelic message was copied. Her mouth moved as she read the message under her breath.

Irma, too, made comments under her breath. "I never knew there were so many archeological sites in this area. Over a hundred fifty, it says here."

"Remember, we only have four days," Minerva added. On her sheet, she had jotted down the words "Lady of the Shores" and "gaidheal."

"If I can only remember where I've seen that symbol before. Prehistoric, I'm fairly sure," Irma shook her head. "Making any headway with that?"

"It's very ancient with references to Celtic lore and intended only for a wizard or witch to recognize and understand."

"Her son, Andre de Sauvignon, was no squib. That's certain."

Their order arrived. The two ladies ate while they continued to study their materials. Irma racked her brain for any knowledge of prehistoric Scotland. On the map, Irma crossed off sites that she was sure did not fit within a prehistoric time line. Argyle and the area around Kilmartin was very much a population center with strong druid cultural influences. The assumption that the grave site was in the area was a near certainty but finding it, well, that could prove tricky.

"I have it, Irma, a rough translation," Minerva said quietly. Minerva leaned closer to Irma and began to recite softly just above a whisper. "The message is ... "


In this hard earth of Alba,
She lays warm, favored by the Lady of the Shores,
Loving mother, loyal wife, warrior true.

Enlightenment awaits.
You guardians of fate, wielders of light.
Speak caution, gaidheal, say truth.

The way is her doing, her right,
By blood, by birthright, by gift,
Cloaked in mists of far memory, shadows, dreams.

Be warned, destroyers of destiny,
The hands of protection and the portals of death,
For they guard her rest, her wending way.



Irma gaped at her. "Minerva, what have we gotten ourselves into?"

Minerva's eyes were alight with mischief. "A quest! And a connection to Rowena's prophecy. It's a slim connection but it's there."

"Yes. The references to destiny and fate is obvious. What is a gaidheal?"

"It means a ... a speaker of Gaelic. There were many dialects back then but, even so, there was a basic root of the language that all speakers would understand." Minerva explained. She slid her note page towards Irma.

"Blood, birthright and gift can only refer to her being born a witch." Irma smiled. "The ancients used to say that the druids cast light in their wake. Since most druids were truly wizards and witches that too points to magicians. What about Lady of the Shore?"

"I strongly believe it refers to Brighid or Brigit who was one of the three goddesses in Celtic folklore. She was the goddess of fire. She protected healers, poets and craftsmen. Very apropos in this case."

"The son has a bit of the poet in him it seems." Irma observed. "First part is a lovely tribute to his mother."

Minerva's expression was grave. "It is now obvious. Juliana Pendry didn't disappear, Irma. She hid because she had something to hide."

"Something or someone, Minerva. The lines about her right, her blood, her birthright and her gift are too personal to my mind. She was hiding herself and her family had to know." Irma made more notes in her notebook. "Allying with the Templars makes sense if she felt that she needed protection. The Templars had the means to protect her."

"Yes, to protect her from the destroyers of destiny, if I'm interpreting the last stanza correctly."

"The prophecy was known to others?" Irma asked. "How can that be?"

"It's possible. All those trips the baron embarked on, perhaps, something else was changed that we are not yet aware of."

"Destroyers of destiny seems to be in direct opposition to guardians of fate. Two opposing forces after the same thing. But what, what is it?"

"You said it before, Irma, Juliana was protecting herself or in other words her line. Somehow she knew that one day her line would produce a historically critical descendant."

"But how did she know? Did the Baron intimate something of the kind when he spoke to Isabel? Or ... or was she openly pursued by whoever?"

Minerva shook her head. "Our questions outpace our answers, spiralling ever outward. We need to find her grave. The word 'way' is mentioned twice and in such a well structured riddle, two mentions is suspicious. 'Wending' indicates proceeding. It is as clear an instruction as we are likely to receive. We find the grave and that will lead us on our quest.

Irma raised an eyebrow. "Minerva, I believe you are enjoying this whole thing a bit much."

"And you aren't?" Minerva returned the eyebrow.

The two women laughed softly in complete understanding.


For the next two hours, Irma and Minerva appraised every exhibit and artifact in the museum with great care. They concentrated on artifacts and presentations dating to the approximate time of Juliana's time. Not finding any useful information, they extended their search to the times immediately before and after Juliana's time period. Again, there was no success. Their last resort was going backwards in time.

Energies flagging and spirits low, they set upon one of the last exhibits. It concerned the earliest time periods about 5000 years ago. A photo, close up, showed vividly a series of cup and ring images marked into hard rock.

Tamping down nervous excitement, Irma compared the copy of marker figure to that on the photo. Minerva looked about but they were alone in the area. Irma said a spell and a holographic image of the marker image appeared in the air. Irma moved the floating image beside the photograph. She peered closely.

"It's identical, Minerva." Irma's voice quivered. "These are from rock formations in Achnabreck." Irma opened her map and looked for the site. "It's south of here, far south."

"Think you can find it in the dark?"

"Excuse me?"

"We have our first point in the quest and we are going there tonight."

"It's quite far. How do you suppose we get there, Minerva? Have you driven a muggle auto .... automobile?"

Minerva snorted. "Of course not. However, I do have two shrunken brooms back at the hotel. Under cover of darkness, we are going to find Juliana's grave."

"You are definitely enjoying all this." Irma said. "Let's see if we can find a more detailed map. No sense bumbling around in the dark."

"As soon as it gets dark, we make a run for it." Minerva traced the photo with one finger. "Juliana is leading us forward and we have to follow. For her sake, the Baron's and, just maybe, for our world."


A/N: Sorry for the delay, the research was time consuming. Anyway, many cultural items referred to in the marker message is based on supported fact as is the rock formations in Achnabreck.

The quest is now begun. To what will the duo be led to? Has Albus been idle, we shall find out soon. The message does hold a clue or two for later in the story. Wonder if anyone will pick up on it?

[Karlynne]

Okay its back to the drawing board for me. I must rethink this puzzle. Thanks for the update adn the clues. Karlie

[Isabelle]

This was very interesting. I'll just go put my thinking cap on and see what I come up with. This was a great chapter. I look forward to the next one!

Liz

[ginger newts]

This just keeps getting more and more interesting. I'm also impressed with all the research you've taken the time to do. Like everyone else, I'll be thinking about those clues.

[Miss Q]

This is getting better and better and more interesting... but no, I have not got a clue..... am completely clueless... and actually enjoying being that!

M

[QuillofMinerva]

Well I thought I had figured some of it out but now reading this new update.....i am going to have to start all the back at the beginning. Its an excellent story that is certainly keeping me on my toes and Im not the only one

[Sensiblyquirky]

This is so very interesting, and I was happy to see an update. I cannot wait to see what our Mr. Dumbledore has been doing.

Christy

[griseldalafey]

Wow..... I read the whole story in one go and now my mind is buzzing. I really need to sleep on this one.

But, great, great story. I love the amount of detail you put in it.

[Inappropriate Goat]

we need more story!

[mugglemin]

Argh! (im)patiently waiting for the next chapter(s)! I take my hat off to you. Another fine effort, an intriguing story, and some fine writing. Wish I had an imagination like yours!
The first chapter was particularly effective - the horror of the Baron at the desk was very clear to me.
And of course, I liked the little ADMM heart-shaped necklace scene.
Here's me badgering you again for more more more!

[KayleeTonksLupin]

Yeshes, I agree with the rest, this story is brilliant and more story is in order! *unloads truckloads of Kaylee-wolf treats* *grins* Please update soon!

Hugs,

Kaylee Lily Andromeda Tonks-Lupin,
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"They're beautiful, 'Dora..." Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin smiled. "Are they, Rem?" "Twins...I can't believe it...twin girls." Remus grinned. "Twin cubs," he amended. "What are you going to call them?" Poppy asked. "Well, this one," Tonks said, nodding to the older twin, "is Kaylee Lily Andromeda Tonks-Lupin." She grinned up at Remus. He gave her a playful wink. "Then," he replied, "the younger one must be Diana *Nymphadora* Tonks-Lupin." Tonks gasped. "You wouldn't dare!" "Too late, 'Dora," Remus said, grinning.
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- "Cub Life", by KayleeTonksLupin-

[tayryn]

this is jumping in a little late... there will be more to this incredible story, will there not??

i can never solve mysteries... i never seem to be able to wrap my brain around them, but that doesn't in any way negate my enjoyment of reading them, and i have found this particular story to be utterly fascinating!

please say you will be finishing it!!

[Jaya]

Ditto... (See above message)

Jaya ;D

[Alesia]

Please, may we have some more? I just found this today and it is very good.

Alesia

[Kierah]

This is amazing. The history involved and the whole idea of it sucked me in as soon as I read the first sentence.

[zoeteproet]

Wow! This story is really great, with a lot of history. I have totally no idea how it's going to continue!
Love,
Sarah xx

[Trulyamused]

Wonderful. I can't wait to see where this goes.

Truly