Just introduced myself to the fandom and this is my first fic under Harry Potter. Probably won't go any further than a chapter, but if you all enjoy it, then I can see a future for this story. Probably going to have to write it as I go though. I couldn't really find enough of this style of story which tickled my fancy, so I decided to try my own style. I hope you enjoy.

Professor Minerva McGonagall swatted the letter onto Albus's desk, a proud smile on her face.

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore studied the note, a hogwarts letter, and the address clearly printed on it. An old and wise eyebrow slowly lifted into the air, "is this true?"

"I have double and triple checked the spell work" McGonagall had also gone to her colleague Professor Flitwick to check if their had been any errors with the locational spells, "there are no mistakes Albus"

Dumbledore nodded briefly, his eyebrows knitting together into a look of concentration.

"Albus? Isn't this good news? We now know where the boy is! And that he is alive!"

The normally sparkling blue eyes glanced up at Minerva from behind his desk, before drifting slowly back down to the letter.

Silence dominated the room for a few more brief moments, as arguably the most powerful wizard in england debated something internally.

"Naturally I would agree, but the location of which the boy was found is deeply disturbing"

Minerva paused, finally able to move her mind away from the success and accuracy of the location spell to actually consider the location.

"Mr Harry Potter,

The Largest Pile

The Black Mountain on the Horizon

Alaska, USA"

Dumbledore was studying Minerva, watching her every slight facial expression and twitch of her hands or shoulders. He wouldn't dream of using the mental arts on her, but never the less wished she would be able to reach the same conclusions he had.

"The United States? America?" Minerva paused in thought, "this cannot be his doing"

"Indeed" Albus nodded, "Tom has no part in this misplacement of the child"

"Another cult or group perhaps?" the transfiguration teacher took a grasp at the dark, hoping Albus would help prompt her.

Dumbledore nodded.

"If I recall correctly Minerva, almost 6 years ago the Goblins issued the nationwide debt announcement, freezing almost 100 million galleons in funds, urging families to reduce spending for almost five months"

McGonagall cocked her head sideways in confusion, "and what does this have to do with Harry?"

"Even with my own vast network of sources, the goblins, dwarves and even the werewolves were very hush hush about what actually happened"

Albus had been worried before when none of his contacts in the magical community could tell him what was happening. Most themselves didn't even know what had happened, while others had not even been informed. Werewolves constantly patrolled the goblin external vaults, were offshore financial wealth was stored. They made excellent around the clock cheap labour. Remus had worked for a few weeks as a guard at one such facility in the caribbean, and even he was not told by his superiors as to the sudden gold panic.

The clues I was able to gather gave me three points of information. Firstly, the crash in our economy was due to the goblins not having enough gold to replenish the vaults. Secondly, the dwarves were unable to provide that gold in a quick span of time. Lastly, but not least, it all has to do with The Black Mountain"

Dumbledore locked his fingers together, resting his elbows on the table, eyes twinkling in the firelight. He was deep in thought.

Fawkes cawed quietly at his friend, worried for him.

Always the one to take the initiative, Minerva crossed her arms and stared right down at Albus.

"Then we shall go there and investigate"

Albus sighed, "Minerva, we cannot just go into goblin territory unannounced!"

Now McGonagall raised an imperial eyebrow, "what if the boy is in danger? What if he is in trouble?"

Albus hesitated here.

It was very important to get Harry back and into safety. Albus couldn't care where he stayed, as long as he knew the location and could come to the boy's aid if he needed it. Any amount of rules broken were worth the risk in order to get Harry back. But some careful consideration was needed.

"This could have very serious repercussions... if we're to go ahead with this" Albus warned, hoping Minerva would see some semblance of danger. They could invoke another wizarding war with the goblin nation all over again.

The cat animagus merely scowled at the Headmaster, who in turn glared at her.

"We must do something" she argued.

Dumbledore was silent.

A minute ticked by.

Fawkes ruffled his feathers, ignoring the childish wizards. He already knew what path his friend would choose.

"I'll request an international portkey for tomorrow" Albus huffed, looking away from the now smiling McGonagall.

"Don't be a sore loser Albus, we need to figure out what is going on. The evidence and the letter all point to this Mountain"

Dumbledore nodded.

A thought struck the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot.

"Perhaps it would be best to bring a small group along?"

If it was even possible, McGonagall's frown deepened.

"And who exactly did you have in mind?"

"Are we sure the spells worked correctly? Are we certain that Potter is at this, 'Black Mountain'?" Snape drawled impatiently, fidgeting within the Headmasters office.

"For the last time Severus" Flitwick practically growled, startling everyone in the room, "I designed those tracking wards and charms myself. They are practically foolproof"

"Practically?" Remus Lupin questioned towards his old charms professor.

"Unless Mr Potter has been cooked alive in a vat of Basilisk Venom, then his magical core or whatever remnants of it are still anchored to the world, and thus the charm can detect him" Flitwick muttered hotly.

"It's alright Filius" Mad eye Moody mumbled, "he meant nothing by it" he eyed Lupin with his functioning eye, getting the man to mumble an apology towards the charms professor for doubting him.

Snape just snorted.

The door opened and a massive shape stepped through it, dwarfing the other people in the room.

"Sorry I'm late everyone, the Hippogriffs weren't too happy 'bout me leaving and all" Hagrid beamed, his umbrella by his side and a great big smile on his face.

Everyone else in the room smiled back at the friendly giant and turned to behind Hagrid, where Dumbledore finally stepped through.

"Good" Albus nodded at the individuals in the room, "I'm glad we are all here". A grim Alastor Moody, a bored Severus Snape, an anxious Remus Lupin, a beaming Rubeus Hagrid, an annoyed Filius Flitwick, himself and one scowling Minerva McGonagall were assembled in the smallish office.

"We will be portkeyed to a location approximately three hundred meters from the base of the mountain. Our goal is to locate any trace or sign of one Harry James Potter if we fail to locate the boy anyway… a secondary objective is to see what has become of the Black Mountain. Any questions?"

No one said a thing.

Dumbledore's eyes sparkled, "excellent".

The old wizard reached into his pocket, pulling out a miniaturized wheel on a sailing boat which instantly enlarged once it was clear of the wizard's pockets.

"Grab a hold everyone" Albus smiled.

Everyone in the room took a firm grip of the portkey and Albus muttered the word 'Heartstring'.

In under five seconds they were halfway across the world.

"My word!" Flitwick exclaimed, eyes wide at the destruction around him. They had appeared in a small clearing… more accurately, the remains of a small clearing.

For almost a hundred meters trees lay strewn across the ground, their very roots sticking from the ground. Large trees, with trunks thicker than hagrid's body and twice as dense. The bright sky did nothing to hide the blackened soil and desolated landscape.

"Be careful" Snape murmured, his eyes transfixed on the ground a few meters away from them, his gaze lay upon a space behind a fallen oak tree.

"Why? Whats…" Moody went quiet after he hobbled over to Snape.

Minerva gasped and Albus grimaced.

Bodies lay strewn over the small hill on their right, armored forms flickered dully in the earth. Dumbledore could easily distinguish the red coat of arms of goblin soldiers, the fur matted bodies of werewolves, and the sturdy iron armor of dwarves.

"There is so much death here" Lupin murmured, looking over the tree he was now crouched upon.

"What happened here?" McGonagall whispered, clutching her wand tightly.

"Greed" Flitwick whispered, the look on his face echoing an apparent dislike of the situation, "it would appear they turned on each other"

A snort drew everyone's attention towards Snape.

"No" he murmured, "look at the corpses, and how they are arranged. These were battalions with regiments moving up the mountain. Five goblins to a werewolf, and three werewolves to a dwarf" Snape brought his hand up to his chin, scratching it slightly. Spotted something on the ground he crouched, to inspect it.

"They were fighting in the woods, with…" he reached down to the earth, pulling up a long bow which had been clutched in a goblin's hand, "long range weaponry…" Snape began to move through the bodies inspecting them.

"Anything else Severus?" Albus promoted, his mind working at a mile a minute.

"The wolves had climbing gear. Whatever they were fighting was high up"

"Perhaps a dragon then?"

Snape snorted at Hagrid's suggestion, "you do not need this many soldiers for one dragon"

"What about multiple? Maybe a hundred?" Flitwick exclaimed.

"Still… magic can be used to corral and then kill if that is what you intend… you would only need a few wizards at most"

Snape moved carefully through, "I'd say giants were the cause of this, but because of the trees, I'd think not…"

"Why because of the trees?"

Snape didn't even bother to look at Lupin, his gaze looking further up the mountain. He merely pointed at an upturned tree, "Dark Root. One of the hardest potion materials to extract due to the amount of adhesion the tree's have with the ground"

Snape touched one of the dead tree's, as if trying to sense what had happened.

"It would take a hurricane to remove these tree's"

"They were blown down this way, along with the dead" Moody growled, his 'mad-eye' focused on the mountain, "I can see where they were torn from the dirt"

"A hurricane" Albus murmured, "how strange"

Everyone turned to him, awaiting orders. Snape shared a stare with the Headmaster before nodding slightly.

"We press on" Albus spoke, and the group began to advance up the mountain, evading dead trees, and fallen warriors.

When the bodies stopped appearing, so did any greenery. About halfway up the mountain, the remainder of the tall imposing natural formation leveled off into rock spires and strewn boulders.

"This doesn't feel good" Lupin was the first to speak upon his fear of the dark magic which saturated the air.

"Something foul came through here… I'd wager it was as recent as that battle." Moody affirmed, wand drawn and eye darting constantly around the space.

"Whatever did that" Snape gestured back down the mountain, "most certainly is what's responsible for the aura of the mountain. I highly doubt that the goblins left it like this, especially since it was partially controlled by the dwarves"

Albus had his brow furrowed the entire time, the Elder wand resting in his tightened grip. After years of combating the unknown, and diving head first into some of the greatest secrets known to magic, Albus Dumbledore was left without a single clue as to what caused this atrocity.

"You should leave"

Six wands and a pink umbrella all spun towards the ghostly white figure which had floated out from a nearby boulder in the catacomb like space.

"Speak clearly Ghost" Hagrid rumbled, "we don't have time for vengeful spirits"

The young dwarf ghost grinned, before letting out a bark of a laugh, "I am no trickster, merely a messenger. I was there when he woke" a raised hand pointed up the mountain, to a large crack in the side of it, "I was among the first to die"

"So you have seen what did this?" Moody stepped towards the ghost, wand not forgotten, but still ready at his side, "what is responsible for such destruction? A wizard?"

Seemingly the ghost ignored him, turning slowly to Dumbledore.

"Leave now, while you still can. He sleeps… for now. But those that trespass always awaken him. I tried warning the others… I told them we had dug too far, that we had unearthed too much..." the dwarven ghost seemed forlorn, stuck upon memories which it could barely recall.

"What do we face ahead?" Albus whispered to the ghost like they were sharing a secret, stepping closer to the ethereal face.

The ghost did not even hesitate in answering before it vanished.

"Death"

The rock was melted, seared away by incredibly heat. Magma was Snape's best guest.

But this location was not an active volcanic site.

"For a dormant volcano, it's bloody hot here" Moody growled, using a refreshing charm to clean himself from all the sweat and grime.

"How long do you think this tunnel continues for?" Lupin lead the winding path, a powerful Lumos spell guiding their way.

"It should be breaking out into something soon," Hagrid grumbled, "Or we'll be out the other side of the mountain soon.

Albus and Minerva walked together at the center of the group, Minerva clutching her wand in a clenched fist and Albus staring about the expansive cavern of a space they were moving through.

"This was made by a creature" Albus muttered, looking at the scratched floor and ceiling of the burrowed hole, "a very large creature"

"I'm at a loss as to what could have caused this" McGonagall finally admitted quietly, the unnaturalness of the situation slowly getting to her.

"Every time I think I'm close to figuring out what happened, there is another piece of evidence or a clue that through everything off-"

"Merlin's Beard!" Moody swore, having disappeared around a small bend with Lupin and Hagrid in toe. Their shocked exclamations could be heard shortly afterwards.

Flitwick hurried after Albus, Severus and Minerva, who all bolted forwards to see what the others had.

Their cavern opened up into another larger cavern. An utterly monstrous space.

For as far as the eye could see, a mountainous pile of gold was heaped everywhere. Large black and ornate support pillars approximately 100 meters tall and twenty meters thick acted as supports for the ceiling. Broken walkways and bridges spanned the air above the gold, showing an intricate pattern for what Dumbledore assumed the Dwarves and Goblins had used to avoid the markets below. The ground floor must have been a city before the gold had been deposited on top of it.

"Gringotts lost control of this place" Snape affirmed, "six years ago, when they called for the bailout this is why" he gestured to the massive pile of gold, "this was kept here, and no one could get to it"

"That's all fine and dandy" Moody began to move very slowly onto a walkway which appeared to have been crashed into their opening to the space. It was like something large had burrowed in from the uppermost corner of the huge vault, forcing its way into the gigantic chamber.

When Moody was sure the walkway was safe, he turned around to face the rest of the group.

"If Snape's guess is right, then this is the gold that Gringotts lost for the rest of the world. Well, not lost, but lost ownership of it" Moody took a pause, surveying the enormous amount of gold, "all the dead fellows outside were sent to regain control of this place, recover any gold, or die trying" Moody pointed his wand out and cast off a summoning spell, bringing an object from further down the walkway to him.

The large map impacted with his hand and Moody rolled it open, gazing at the contents.

"And whoever currently controls this place, didn't let a single one of those unfortunate individuals leave with their lives. So there's some big scary warden in here that is watching all the gold, making sure not a single galleon leaves this place"

Moody finally put the map down and his wand whipped up into the air, "so where's this warden then? This big beastie. No wizard is responsible for this. So whatever it is, it's still in here. Be ready for a fight everyone"

Dumbledore drew his wand up, his eyes carefully scanning the space and all the walkways.

"I want all of us focused, and awake, move around in pairs. I shall move on alone" Albus calmly commanded, each of the wizards and one witch moving alongside another. McGonagall stood alongside a serious looking Hagrid. Snape had partnered up with Flitwick. Lupin had saddled up next to Moody.

"Trust your senses and you gut, don't let anything escape your notice" Dumbledore apparated in the hot space, moving to another platform tens of meters away, walking off in a different direction.

"Constant Vigilance" Moody muttered, hobbling forward with Lupin behind him.

All of them split up in different directions.

Dumbledore stepped into a small antechamber which had adorned one of the walls. This seemed to be some kind of home for a wealthy dwarf. Perhaps one of the managers at the bank?

Whoever had lived here had perished in a very flash fire, which had engulfed the entire room.

"Where are you Harry?" Dumbledore muttered, stepping out from the charred room.

The wand in Dumbledore's palm did not stop moving. He had used the 'Point Me' spell for Harry, but the wand kept spinning in his hand. It couldn't seem to direct Dumbledore towards the young boy.

Albus was beginning to feel the flickers of annoyance. He had been pondering what creature had caused such death and destruction since he had begun the trip up the mountain.

All logical clues and evidence pointed towards a dragon or dragons being responsible for this. But as Snape said, Goblins are incredibly efficient at dealing with dragons. They are prepared for what they refer to as, "gold hoarding parasites". Like the great detective Sherlock Holmes, a fantastic piece of muggle literature, Albus had been piecing together potential perpetrators of this crime.

...And everything he thought of lead back to dragons. But Albus had gazed across the gold many times. There were no beats here resting atop the gold peacefully, or reclining on the comfortable material. There was nothing here except gold and bodies.

Small moving dots in the distance told Albus that the others were still searching.

Turning his head slightly, Albus came face to face with the very top of the gold mountain. The cumulative wealth having formed a series of large hills. But this one, by any doubt had to be… the largest pile.

"

Mr Harry Potter,

The Largest Pile

The Black Mountain on the Horizon

Alaska, USA "

"Oh good lord" Dumbledore finally realised that Harry was buried within the gold. Dumbledore turned away from the pile, facing the director of which the others were searching, and cast a quick patronus in their direction, to tell them of his discovery.

However, he did not notice the pile shift ever so slightly in response to the patronus.

"I've found him, come to me as soon as possible!" Dumbledore's patronus flew away from Snape, the silvery construct making its way towards Hagrid and McGonagall.

"How fortunate" Flitwick mumbled, "and no sign of the beast what so ever!"

Snape turned towards the Headmaster's direction, a scowl already on his face as he was about to start walking, but froze as he carefully eyed the pile behind the support Albus was standing alongside.

Snape could have sworn that it had… no… there again!

The pile had moved.

"Filius" Snape calmly spoke, "I want you to be ready to cast any shielding or protection charms… your most powerful if possible"

The smaller man cocked an eyebrow at Severus, turning to look at where Snape was looking.

A sharp inhalation of breath informed the potions master the the charms professor had seen the pile move.

"...oh my…" Flitwick mumbled, slowly drawing his wand.

"You spoke too soon about the beast" Snape muttered, "it's been in front of us the entire time"

A large movement from under the pile caused a cascade of golden galleons, trinkets, necklaces, earrings, crowns, statues and gems to start rolling down the hill.

From under the gold, scaled skin was revealed around a very large and very closed eye.

Everyone in the deathly quiet chamber looked towards the sound of the sudden moving of gold, and what it had revealed.

"Blimey" Hagrid whispered, eyes wide, "that looks like dragonhide!"

"Sweet Merlin" Lupin swore when he saw the massive eye, "it's beneath the gold" he hissed quietly.

Albus, having been closer to the large disruption of gold slowly moved forward and around from the pillar that blocked the sight of what had happened.

As soon as the Headmaster was around the corner, did he understand that he was merely a few meters from an eye the size of his body.

In another tumble of gold coins and splendor, the head of the beast cut a swath through the gold mountain, one of its nostrils now visible as well. The air hole flared, as if picking up a sent.

Albus stood perfectly still, a calm feeling being exuded over his body.

Then the eye cracked open.

A venomous green iris drifted towards Albus and rested on him.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was absolutely and positively astounded. He had no clue as to why such a creature had gone unnoticed for centuries.

Just by the head and eye alone, Dumbledore could assume that the creature was gigantic.

It was definitely draconic in origin.

"Who are you?"

The dragon's mouth had emerged from the gold, and sharp teeth became visible for every word it spoke.

Once again, the creature caught the Hogwarts Headmaster by surprise.

It could talk?

"My name is Albus Dumbledore" the wizard paused, and seeing the dragon narrow its eyes, continued, "I am the current Headmaster of Hogwarts, a school for the magical."

The head shifted towards him, facing him straight down through the gold.

"A teacher? They send a teacher for me?!" With a massive shrug, the mighty black dragon emerged from the gold.

Firstly the wings appeared, breaking through the gold mountain with the force of a hurricane, causing Albus to quickly cast a shield as a buffer.

The others in the chamber were forced to do the same.

Secondly, powerful shoulders wrestled free from the grasp of gold, sending the precious substance through the air in a glittering shower. Gargantuan forearms with fearsome talons clawed then wrapped around two pillars, helping pull itself from its slumber. A massive and lengthy torso was forced through the slowly diminishing mountain by powerful hind legs. It fell forward onto all fours, like a titanic lion.

The full body of the dragon was utterly gigantic.

...and it was glaring at Albus Dumbledore.

"You said it couldn't have been a dragon!" Flitwick argued to Snape, having moved across the stone pathway so one of the huge support pillars could block the dragon from seeing them.

"That is no dragon I have ever heard of!" Snape peaked around the side of the pillar, looking at the dragon which had fully emerged now.

"That is a monstrosity" Severus hissed.

"Would ya look at that" Hagrid gasped, "a first age Dragon!"

Minerva almost stumbled, "you know what that is?"

Hagrid didn't seem to notice her lack of faith in his intelligence or he decided to ignore it, "Sure!"

Despite the situation, Hagrid had a jovial smile upon his face.

"My mother, bless her soul, comes from a very old family. One of the things she left my father was a very old book" Hagrid smiled fondly at the memory, "when I was younger I thought it was a story book! Actually, it was a retelling of my family's history! The book tells that, ages ago, the world was a very different place. We giant's described it as the 'first age' of wizards. However-"

"Hagrid!" Minerva hissed, "I'll take the full lesson later, right now you need to tell me anything that could help our current situation"

Hagrid opened his mouth to say something, then paused. Before closing his mouth and eyes in thought.

A few seconds passed.

Another bright smile broke across the friendly giant's face.

"I've got just the idea!"

And he turned around to walk in the direction of the irate monster.

Dumbledore could clearly see the dragon's building breath, due to the red glow blooming from its stomach.

The Elder wand thrust into the air, a powerful cooling spell on the tip of Albus's tongue, when a bright and charming voice boomed across the space.

"We come in peace! Great master of the mountain! We come in peace!"

Both Headmaster and dragon whipped their heads towards the voice, the dragon causing a large whip like crack in the air.

"Great master of the mountain!" Hagrid practically roared, "you need not fear a visit from us!"

"Rubeus!" Dumbledore hissed to himself, hoping Hagrid would somehow hear his voice "you'll get yourself killed!" there was no way he could communicate to Hagrid to retreat or hide now, and shouting would draw the attention of the dragon back to him.

"And why is that, giant?"

The Headmaster's head was practically on a swivel, because it instantly spun back to the dragon, looking down his half moon spectacles in shock.

Hagrid was still slowly approaching the dragon, who still had its eyes narrowed on the groundskeeper, but the glow of fire had disappeared.

"Only half! On me mother's side!" Hagrid boomed back happily, his face and walk the epitome of calm, "But to answer your question, great master! We're looking for something far more precious to us than gold!"

The dragon snorted, striding across the gold on all fours towards Hagrid. It stopped just before him to inspect him with its head still held in the air imperiously.

"More precious than gold… I do not believe in such a thing" it said in contempt, but with a lack of venom.

"Aye, to you great master, it should have little value" Hagrid bowed, "but to myself and my companions, it means a great deal"

The snout of the dragon moved right in front of Hagrid, who was standing off to one side of the path, suspended a good 50 meters into the air above a sea of gold.

It was face to face with the creature that Hagrid could see the only wound on the immaculate dragonhide. To the giant, if a creature like this had survived the full wrath of Gringotts magic and support, than there was little out in the known world that could cause such a large scar on its head.

"Tell me of this treasure half giant, and if it means as little to me as you say, keep it!"

Hagrid did not skip a beat before his humble request.

"We're looking for a child. A boy of dear friends. Our magic and spells led us to this location"

Only the sound of the dragons breath permeated the chamber.

It cocked its head sideways, eye's slowly moving out of the scowl.

"You" a claw rose up slowly to gesture at Hagrid, then Dumbledore, "and them" the claw swept across the chamber to where the others were, "are here for the boy?"

It was at this point that Dumbledore's brain became very clear.

The facts as it were:

Harry is in the mountain.

Harry is in the largest pile.

Harry is still alive.

The Dragon knows about Harry.

The Dragon has been here a very long time.

The Dragon does not take kindly to wizards.

The Dragon is very powerful.

And of course the two facts which sealed the deal.

"Green eyes and a lightning bolt scar" Dumbledore gasped at the implications, he quickly strode to Hagrid, who was still conversing with the fantastic beast.

"So you 'ave heard of him? He's a short boy, black hair, and a great big ruddy scar on his-"

"Head" Albus finished, apparating next to Hagrid.

The dragon didn't even seem to react to Dumbledore, aside from its gaze shifting slightly to him then back to Hagrid.

"And why do you want the boy, half giant?"

"Well uh, I think it best for professor Dumbledore to explain" Hagrid stepped aside, to forcibly move the proverbial spotlight to Albus.

"The young boy, Harry Potter" Albus stressed the name, and enjoyed how the green eyes of the dragon twitched, "has recently been deemed of age, to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We would appreciate it, if dear Harry would attend the very same school that his parents went to. He belongs back in the community with his own people"

The silver grey highlights under the dragon's' eyes crinkled in a frustrated twitch.

"You must think you're so smart" the dragon bit back rather rudely, and seemingly… childish. Dumbledore gave the great beast a slight smile, his eyes twinkling like mad.

"Turn back to normal, and then could we please talk"

Everyone in the space blinked aside from Albus and the dragon.

"Fine"

And the body began to shrink.

With a small leap, the now smaller figure landed on the stone walkway, crooked glasses forming out of its white indications under its eyes. Long matted black hair dominated its head, but the ever famous lightning bolt scar was still visible on the boy's forehead.

Harry Potter had his arms crossed with a scowl across his eleven year old face.

"What do you want to talk about?" the boy almost snarled, his lip curling as he spoke.

"Many, many things" Dumbledore smiled.

Somewhere a few hundred meters away, McGonagall fainted.

To those that follow me:

So yeah, this is my first update in awhile. I know I've probably pissed off more than a few of you. However with this post comes the promise of more free time. I've finally graduated, got my grades, have my gap year planned, and I'm looking towards a very positive holiday! So expect to see updates to my main three stories on this account, Strength, Seal Master and probably Apex.

This is Freedom, all grown up and having a swell 4am. Peace out :D