No worries mon.
- Chapter 18 was a very nice touch. A more than slightly unstable Harry.
On another note, I can understand a fourteen year old not knowing the definition of a contract, but I have problems with someone of Dumblebutts stature not knowing it.
What the goblet does is not a contract by any definition of the word. Its more like a geas. A type of curse. But not in any shape form or fashion a contract, which is, by definition, an agreement.
Sorry, just venting.
- So far, I'm loving the tone. Anyone raised in "our" world versus some magical wonderland would definitely have a better undestanding of what it means to deliver pain. I always thought the whole TW tourney thing was a bit off. How would I handle several tons of rampaging lizard with sharp teeth and a carnivorous bent (ignoring the fire)? Lots of lead, C4, and/or other highly effective anti-bunker weapons. Why? cause I've seen Stallone mow down dozens of men with a big gun. Harry may not have seen a whole movie, but he would have seen enough to know guns rock. Let a dragon chase me through the air? Not bloody likely!
And hell yes! Hurt Mermione?! Prepare to die villain/cult/country/world/universe/god!
- Right the hell on, man! I've laughed more times through this story than I have in a long time. I look forward to what more comes our way. As far as psycotic!harry goes, keep it coming! I wouldn't do things any differently. Ignore me, and I'll ignore you. Fuck with me or mine, and a short sharp death is the best you can hope for.