The Refiner's Fire

Just a quick thought:

When I gave my wife her ring, I do remember a lot of female squeals and squeaks and jumping up and down - and giggling and gasps and so on.

Thanks for bringing back that memory.

This is getting along well. Love the rings.
And that McGonnagal is hot? Snarky.
Good work.

oooh, to be Ginny Weasley right about now. Promise rings are so sweet. More guys ought to use them. Oh, as a big Ramones fan (then again who isn't? I actually only knew a couple songs up 'til I saw this awesome shirt...and I just couldn't justify wearing the shirt of a band that I didn't know all the songs of, so I bought a CD, picked some fave songs, decided I loved them THEN wore the shirt, but I've gone off on a tangent again...what was I saying? oh yeah!) as a ramones fan, i loved your description of punk rock: “The Weird Sisters’ sound with Tonks’ hair,” brilliant.

I really, and I mean REALLY love your story so far. I was going to wait until I had finished reading it to comment since you were already done writing it, but I found a mistake in this chapter that I thought you would like to know. If harry had ruptured his stomach, like you said he dlid, than an infection would be the least of his worries. When someone's stomach is ruptured in some way, by say a bullet, or in this case a speel, then the stomach acids residing in the stomach are let loose into the bloodstream. The end result would be death within 15 minutes of the time the wound was acquired. It's one of the reason why gunshot wounds in the stomach are just as serious as those to the head. Even if Harry is as powerful as he is in this story, he would have died from that wound. Sorry, I'm a pre-med student so that was annoying me like a fly that just won't go away. Your story is really amazing though, and I can't wait to read the rest and the sequel.

Very sweet.