Disclaimer: I am merely playing with other people's creations, I don't own the game/book/anime/TV-show I am borrowing from, nor am I making any money with this. I am writing for fun and practice, as fan-fiction to be shared with others if I feel like it.

Chapter 1: Disillusioned, Displaced

Harry Potter leaned back in his seat with a heavy, weary sigh and rubbing his forehead to ease the headache he was experiencing. It was the 31st of July, and it was his 15th birthday. Any normal boy would have been celebrating his birthday at home with his family, but Harry was hardly someone that could be called normal. Surviving a killing curse while still in his diapers, and fighting a dark lord twice more while at school, and finally killing him at the end of a tournament he had been forced to participate in despite not being of age.

Of course, the ministry had immediately declared he was going dark, and that he had murdered several prominent purebloods. Really, after having seen Voldemort resurrected and summon his minions to a graveyard, it was he they were blaming when he threw a killing curse on the homunculus the Dark Lord had been reborn as, and then using a blasting curse on the death-eaters trying to throw killing curses at him in retaliation. He took some comfort in the fact he had killed Lucius Malfoy personally, watching the horror in the man's eyes as he landed to the ground, half his body blown away by Harry's blasting curse.

He had left as quickly as he could, with Sirius' help, but the news that Dumbledore had emptied his vaults beyond the small amount left in his trust vault had driven home the point he had no home to go back to in Britain. Thankfully Gringotts was more than happy to help out Sirius and Harry, since they had not committed any crimes against Gringotts or even crimes that the goblins would consider valid.

They were flying over the Atlantic by this time, and looking out the window he felt a bit of sorrow while thinking about the way things had gone. Finding out that he was without two knuts to rub together because of Dumbledore's treachery, and that his family history had been sold away by that traitorous bastard had left him slightly bitter. Thankfully Sirius had cheered him up somewhat with his plan, and the two had left by muggle means even as the pureblood faction had the portkey merchants watched carefully, and the messages had been sent to the other European countries to stop Harry if he was spotted in any of them.

Which was the reason they were heading to America. He had followed Sirius' advice and written a few letters, and thankfully the goblins were willing to help transfer the letter over to American soil by their own methods making the transfer a lot faster. They weren't going to let humans travel through their methods however, leaving Harry and Sirius to travel with muggle methods. Of course, it didn't hurt that the goblins were willing to complete their request of distributing some magazines after they were gone though.

The American Secretary of Magic had been surprisingly helpful, offering him asylum from the British ministry, as well as providing him the means of getting the truth out. Having the whole dirty laundry of the Ministry's corruption, the Dark Lord's return, and the Theft from a Most Ancient and Noble House brought on front pages certainly increased the magazine sales, and laying the news down in both their destination and back home would help hurt those who had betrayed them.

The evidence for Sirius' innocence was there too, with photographs from pensieve memories thanks to goblin help, as well as sworn statements under veritaserum, and the end result was rather amusing. It seemed that they had thrown a match into a powderkeg with their revelations, and while the news were spreading fast in the United States Magical Section, the British Wizarding World wasn't far behind in shock either, and the other nations were being horrified about what the British had been up to.

The Americans did not respect the 'International Confederation of Wizards' because it only held sway over a few European nations and had tried and failed to pressure other magical nations to bend to its rulings unsuccessfully for ages. It had lead to the creation of Asian Magical Alliance as well as the African Sorcerers Union, which had rebuffed the advances from ICW and the European nations in the political arena. The Americans in turn had a powerful alliance between Canada, United States and Mexico in the north, and a combined might of the South American nations in the south had formed another power-bloc, though one friendly to their northern neighbors.

Many smaller magical nations remained outside of these groups, but maintained friendly ties to them. This in turn helped paint not only Britain but ICW and its Supreme Mugwump in very black colors, which helped the other alliances turn their back on Britain and ICW, declaring them oath-breakers and pariahs. In effect, it would soon cut the trade to and from Europe into a tenth that it had been, and that was the black market that still sought to operate despite the closing borders. Of course, given that penalty of smuggling was death in many of those nations, the attempts were getting fewer and the prices for such foreign goods on European soil harsher yet.

Harry Potter wasn't too concerned about most of that however. After the betrayal, he just wanted some peace and quiet. Unfortunately, his Godfather's idea of a vacation was anything but. The tickets they had meant a flight to the East Coast followed by a port-key journey to Las Vegas, and he dreaded the thought of what his godfather would put them through once they got there.

Speaking of the dangerous fugitive, his 'Uncle Sirius' resting in the chair next to him and sleeping quietly in the first class. The man had sampled the muggle alcohol rather heavily, but at least he seemed to be a jovial, chatty drunk rather than an angry one. Though the point he started singing out loud had definitely had Harry blushing, not the least due to his choice in songs. He definitely didn't need to know his 'uncle Sirius' knew the lyrics to 'It's raining men', and he could have lived his whole life without knowing that.

So there he was, fifteen years old, and both a hero and a villain in the eyes of a society he was leaving behind. A hero who defeated a dark lord first as a baby and then again as a teenager fighting alone in a dark graveyard. Then as a villain for the crime of killing the dark lord's followers instead of trying to stun and redeem them. All because of one man who was also responsible for his stolen fortune and impending poverty and imprisonment if not for Sirius' aid. All because of Albus Bloody Traitor Dumbledore.

Sighing in a frustrated manner again, he rubbed his forehead again and cast a look at his fingertips. They were thankfully clean despite his rubbing. After the fight at the graveyard, his scar had broken into pieces and bled out both blood and dark bile that worried him, and the healers had taken care to clear the area on his forehead entirely. The cleansing spells purged out a fair section of his skin, and the new skin that was growing there was free of the scar that had marked him for such a long time before, but it was itchy as damn now that it was replacing the lost skin and covering the spot his curse-scar used to occupy.

He had not heard of his supposed best friends, Ronald Weasley or Hermione Granger. Albus Dumbledore had swept them aside hastily and tried to have Harry arrested as soon as he found out about the incident at the graveyard. If Harry had gone back to Hogwarts after the fight, he probably would have been arrested immediately or sent back to the Dursleys until Dumbledore learned the full extent of what he had done.

Thankfully he had received a portkey from his godfather as well after the last year's rough escape, and the warnings he had received from his godfather following that escape. The two of them had agreed something was rotten about the whole mess, and they were glad for the foresight they had possessed when they learned that there was an order to capture Harry, by any means necessary, signed by both the Minister and Albus Dumbledore.

Their exile was going to be of a permanent nature, but Harry had left behind some instructions. The Goblins of Gringotts got his full permission to check all the transactions to and from his vaults since his parents death, and if they found illegal actions had taken place they had orders to recover all they could, with an offer of getting one fifth of all the gold recovered for their efforts. It would be a massive loss if they got it all back, but Harry'd be happy with the loss if he got the rest at least, most importantly the family relics and knowledge.

He doubted that would happen though. Dumbledore had probably hidden it all away too well, and the ministry was trying to claim what they thought was a huge fortune, probably only finding an empty or near-empty vault at that point. Harry had taken all the gold left in his trust vault with apologies to his account manager but upon explaining his situation, the goblins hadn't blamed him on the matter. Sirius' sworn statement that he was the sworn guardian and Albus had claimed that position illegally had lighted a glint of malice in their eyes that Harry would've felt worried about, if it wasn't that the one most likely to suffer for it, in light of all the evidence being brought to the public, would be Dumbledore.

Quietly casting a look at the brochure that Sirius had acquired before they set out, Harry narrowed his eyes slightly. They would be staying in Vegas for a couple of weeks, with Harry being under a glamour to look a few years older for the time being, and then they'd see about acquiring a more permanent accommodations. The Black Family fortune was all at Sirius' hands, and being transferred out of Britain as well. Given that Sirius had officially annulled both Narcissa's and Bellatrix's marriages and then banished both of them, as well as Narcissa's spawn Draco from the Black family, leaving them without a family name of their own. The Malfoys were officially extinct with his actions, with Harry's blasting curse having finished Lucius.

With all that wealth consolidated in Black vaults and being transferred out of Britain a fair bit of old money was leaving the country, and the properties that Sirius had no use for anymore were left for the Goblins to sell, with a commission arranged along with a minimum price that Sirius had agreed upon. Amusingly enough, Sirius had the minimum price for the Black House at Grimmauld Place #12 at 1 knut, unless the buyer had any connection to Albus Dumbledore, in which case the minimum price would be sixteen million galleons and one knut, of which sixteen million would be marked down as 'minion of evil extra tax'.

Sighing faintly and leaning back, Harry wondered if this was going to be a really bad idea, but he couldn't really tell right now. Nonetheless, he was looking forth to seeing what the life would bring with it. Sirius had already promised Harry to get him tutors to finish his education in the States, and a suitable personal vault to act independent from Sirius if he so chose, though he would also be emancipated as the Heir Apparent for the House Black now, though they still had a fair share to consider.

Nevertheless, Harry Potter was going to have to speak to his share of reporters and well-wishers, despite the dread he felt towards this activity. Using his fame was not a comfortable thought to him, but getting the truth out there was important. Dumbledore would claim he was going to become a dark lord because he'd used an unforgivable, completely forgetting its use was unforgivable on humans. If it was banned entirely then Alastor Moody would have been arrested the moment the word got out he used the killing curse on a spider in class to show them all an example of the three unforgivables. They were forbidden to be used against a human, but Harry had not thrown it even once at a human target. Only a homunculus, which was by ministry standards either a thing, or a creature, it was definitely not a person and thus his use of the curse had been legal.

Lethal force against opposition using unforgivables on him was likewise permitted by most countries, but in Britain what mattered most was that he was a half-blood that dared to end the lives of several prominent purebloods, nevermind that they were in full death-eater regalia next to their dead master, or that their wands would have shown several incriminating spells if checked properly.

Harry had given them all he could, but finally it was just not worth the pain. That in mind, he fell asleep.

Meanwhile, in Jump City

"Last Slice goes to the Winner!" The green-skinned young man shouted excitedly while hammering the buttons on his controller, fighting against his companion in an intense video game match. Cyborg was merely grinning and hammering away at his own controller with practiced ease, each of them trying to get in a good solid combo in their fighting game to win.

Four empty pizza-boxes lay in a corner and the fifth only held one slice, the two of them having been playing for a while and even an open window wasn't dissolving the thick scent of too much pizza and soda. It was a sight that irritated Raven whenever she had to leave her room to get something from the fridge. Thankfully it seemed that the two of them had to focus entirely on the game so she didn't have to hear Beast Boy's painfully annoying nicknames.

She tried to work with them but none of them could really get what she was going through, and having to restrain herself in a way she did left her feeling a touch bitter about the way that Beast Boy lived his life without any care or any restraint. Cyborg might understand but he was easy to excite about things like gaming, leaving him just encouraging the little green twerp even more.

Robin was probably off training again, and that left Starfire unknown for her. At least up until she closed the fridge only to turn and find her standing right there behind her. "Hi Friend Raven! I was hoping to have a talk-of-the-girls with you today!" She said eagerly, smiling so wide and cheerful it made Raven swear that someone that could bottle this girl's cheerfulness would have a cure for depression at their hands. Nothing seemed to get the girl down.

"I was planning on meditating a little longer." She said but saw the expression that Starfire had. Raven knew that agreeing to talk with Starfire would probably mean she would not be able to meditate for a fair while, but not agreeing would hurt her feelings and she had left Raven alone for the last few days so perhaps she should be nice. "I suppose it can wait a couple of hours though."

The immediate smile and a tight hug caught Raven off guard as the Tamaranian princess grasped her in a hug and twirled her around swiftly. "Thank you Friend Raven, we should go right now then!" She pulled on Raven's arm to drag her with her towards their rooms, while Cyborg groaned and lowered his controller.

"I can't believe you win with your button-smashing!" He complained as Beast Boy snatched up the last pizza slice and stuffed half of it in his mouth, the other half hanging out as he mumbled his reply with food in his mouth. "I smash for great justice!"

Snorting slightly amused at seeing a salami slice falling off onto Beast Boy's shirt, Cyborg shook his head and shrugged. "Ah well, I'll get back to work on the car-" He started before Beast Boy jumped up. "Hey! I was supposed to keep it down low, but I got my hands on a new game that's not even out yet! Check this! Blood Massacre Four, Elite Tournament!" He grinned widely. "I bet I'll still kick your ass without having tried it before at all."

Cyborg smirked faintly, impressed by Beast Boy's ability to get his hands on the stuff he liked sometimes. Though knowing the green lad, he figured Beast Boy had somehow managed to convince the game developer that having his endorsement would mean more sales and having him comment on the game before it got released would build up some hype. Either way, Cyborg knew he really should have gotten back to work with the team's car, but on the other hand, Blood Massacre Three had been an awesome game and he was itching for some payback still. "You're on."

At the same time Raven sat down on Starfire's bed drawing a long breath and sighing. This was not what she had expected, but at the same time, she had to admit it wasn't a bad idea. They had all been stressing out over the amount of work they had in Jump City and its surroundings as of late, and a bit of a break would come in handy.

"Still, why did you get tickets to Vegas?" Raven asked thoughtfully and looked up at Starfire, who chuckled happily. "We saved that old, but nice, but old man back when the bridge was about to snap. I met him again a little time ago, and he mention he is an owner-of-part of a Casino in Las Vegas, and wanted to give us an offering-of-thanks for our help. He provided the tickets , as well as a promise of a free week in the hotel part, as well as some spending money in the casinos for all of us Titans."

Raven had to admit, the thought of a break wasn't bad. Of course, something as flashy as Vegas would probably drive Beast Boy wild, perhaps it would get Cyborg to relax a bit too. He wasn't sure Robin would be too happy about it, but even if he wanted to stay behind at Jump City it'd still be a good experience for the rest of them. Starfire obviously wanted to go, and Raven knew she'd have to go to make sure the others would not get into too much trouble. Sighing faintly, she nodded her head and offered a weak smile. "I guess we have to tell the others then." Her agreement was followed by a happy squeal from Starfire who grasped her into a yet another hug, pulling her off the bed and twirling her about.

Raven really felt like having a talk about personal boundaries with the Tamaranian girl again sometime soon, but seeing her this happy she held her tongue for now, seeing as she was set down on her own feet quickly afterwards anyway. "Oh Friend Raven, this will be so much fun, I shall go and let everyone know you agreed!"

Before Raven could say another word, she was gone and left Raven behind in her room standing a bit shell-shocked still by the Tamaranian's excitement and shaking her head. "What have I got myself into?" She mumbled to herself briefly before heading to her room. Well, the way she saw it, Robin would probably refuse but with everyone else agreeing to go, it would pass despite their grumpy leader's reluctance. If Starfire put the pressure on him Robin might agree to go as well, but Raven wasn't sure about that.

While there was joking around about her and Beast Boy, she wasn't really keen on the aggravating little twit that seemed to think messing with her at every turn and trying to drive her bonkers was a great bit of fun. Robin and Starfire seemed to work out together far better, but even there had been some obvious cracks between the two of them, misunderstandings and some hurt feelings. Things were not as easy as some cheesy romance books or movies made them seem, and she had a feeling the two of them might not last either.

Though in truth, Raven was fairly sure they were all too young to consider anything more serious than casual dating anyway. Well, most of them at least, Garfield Logan was too immature to really be dating at all yet, and as for Raven herself, she was uncomfortable with letting anyone that close to her when she feared her own powers going wild and hurting anyone.

Still, she felt a little bit of guilt at being grateful it seemed that Starfire and Robin weren't about to fall into kisses and cuddles around her, it might have irritated her even worse than Beast Boy's antics did if they had started to do so. She was keenly aware of the price of trying to control herself, but the alternative was too terrifying to consider. Besides, she wasn't sure there was someone out there that could understand the troubles she was going through, and the worries she faced because of her lineage.

Returning to her room to try and meditate for a while, she felt her perception fall into the depths of her mind, witnessing its protections and aspects going about their business. Raven was used to strengthening the walls of her mind, maintaining a calm to protect herself and those around her, and restraining herself from acting too freely. She needed to remember the threat her magic carried if she ever let it run wild.

Silently centering herself and reinforcing her defenses, Raven could not help but feel a faint nagging sensation of something approaching. It was too vague for her to say for sure, and for whatever reason it did not feel like a threat, more like an opportunity. The sensation in itself was more baffling than irritating. She was not sure what it was, but it was out there, and trying to focus on it she knew it was coming closer yet obscured from her senses still.

She fell out of her meditation, landing on her tush with a groan as the levitation broke along with her concentration. It was a bit embarrassing but at least there was nobody else in her room to see it. The sensation she had felt puzzled her however, she was not certain what to think about it. For a moment she felt her barriers soften slightly, and something reaching for her that didn't seem malevolent, nor insidious.

Yet turning her attention to it had caused her focus to lapse, and she could not feel the sensation anymore. The fact it had been there however left her wondering what it had been, and what it might mean. Part of her was afraid of it, but a much larger part of her openly wanted to find answers to the new little puzzle she had life throw at her feet. At least this one didn't seem like some world-threatening risk about to unleash a world of trouble upon her and her allies. At least hopefully. Given their track record though, she wasn't holding her breath on that. She'd try and find out more, and warn the others if it seemed about to come to pass, but for now, it would remain her little secret.

It didn't take long for all the Titans to be informed of Starfire's vegas vacation plans. Though by the time Raven walked into the meeting room, it seemed that Robin had already got his foot in his mouth. She didn't find it unexpected, the boy could be stubborn about his perceived duty, but given who trained him in the past Raven could understand it and was just grateful Robin hadn't emulated the man too much. Although she had to admit Robin's mentor had more fashion sense than Robin ever did.

"Fine, so Robin stays and holds the Tower in place and keeps the crime on the down-low, and the rest of us have a bit of fun in the Vegas in the meanwhile!" Beast Boy smirked, while Cyborg chuckled tapping the boy's shoulder. "We can see some shows and get some food around the place but I'm not going to want to see you trying to drink or gamble, alright? We don't want things like that on the news."

Beast Boy's enthusiasm took a bit of a dive at that, but he nod reluctantly soon after. "Yeah okay, I guess that's true, but there better be some great grub to be had then!" He insisted, and then smirked. "Oooh and Dancing too, I gotta get my chance to impress the ladies." At this, Raven couldn't hold back a faint smirk. "Gee, going to drive them wild, rushing out of a club in panic to wash their eyes of the sight?"

The pout that the green boy had at her comment had Raven shaking her head. Beast Boy could boast an awful lot, and pretend to be hurt, but he jumped off like it was nothing a moment later. As far as Raven was concerned, it was part of his act to try and make others laugh. Garfield Logan did seem to be capable of brightening the mood somewhat, even though he was an irritating twit from time to time.

"Fine. I am not happy you are all turning against me on this but if you feel you need a vacation then go ahead. I'll be able to hold the place together for a week, but I might call in a few friends just in case something odd happens while you are gone. Also, I want you to stay in touch with me so I know you're alright." Robin looked from one person to another, earning a small nod from the group as well as an assortment of agreeing noises. Turning to leave, Robin took his leave while Cyborg rubbed the back of his head. "Well, we got a few hours before our flight leaves, so everybody pack and get ready for our vacation."

Raven nod her head and made her way back towards her room, while Starfire was following along and sighing tiredly. "Friend Raven, why does Robin insist on looking for Slade even though we have not heard anything about him for a long time?" This in turn had Raven pause her step, and cast a look at Starfire a little apologetically. "It is important, but personal for him. I'm sure he will tell eventually."

Starfire nodded her head but looked less convinced, while Raven sighed quietly. She was not bubbly and sisterly, and was not sure she could comfort the usually cheerful girl. She and Robin had feelings for one another, but his obsession with Slade was driving a wedge between the two of them and refusing to come along with Starfire was only going to widen the rift between them further.

"Maybe he will join us a bit later, once he gets his latest search done and out of the way? We could try at least. Even he has to take a break occasionally or that search will consume him." She had barely said it before she regretted it. She could see Starfire's faint smile vanish by the time she reached the end, the little bit of cheer she managed to bring her crushed by the last few words of her pondering. 'Way to go, Rachel' she told herself in a scolding manner.

Back in Britain

Albus Dumbledore had never been as angry as he was today. His morning cup of tea was splattered all over the front page of Daily Prophet, with the articles showcasing his theft from the most ancient and noble right next to an article on ministry corruption, and the number of follow up articles marked at the end of both first-page events were scarily numerous.

This would not be good, the fact that Daily Prophet had published it despite the ministry censors on staff meant that someone had pushed it through by force or by putting a lot of money behind it. Then the chill went down his spine when he saw it marked at the bottom that this was an article published in all the wizarding magazines worldwide, on agreement that not a single word of it was altered.

He'd have to spend some time stomping out the curiosity this would spark, he'd have to get some kind of a diversion set up quickly to take people's interest away from this. He'd have to drag the Potter boy back in chains to stand trial for the crime of murdering so many purebloods, yes that would certainly help. Worse yet, the boy had somehow managed to ruin his carefully laid plans about having the sacrificial pawn killed off to invalidate the damn prophecy so Albus Dumbledore could take down the (weakened) Dark Lord and be the hero that Britain deserved.

Exposing his actions to people that couldn't see they were for the Greater Good was a no-no, and questioning Albus Dumbledore would certainly not be tolerated. He needed to make sure Molly would have a ton of loyalty potions to mix into everyone's food when he'd call together a meeting with the Order of the Phoenix. It was time to hunt for Harry Potter, the fallen hero, before the boy could damage his reputation even worse.

A select few obliviations, and carefully worded oaths to show his 'innocence' would restore some of his public appearance, but he'd have to do a lot of damage control to keep this from getting worse. His hold in Britain was secure but abroad he relied on his control over ICW, and beyond Europe his reach was limited to his spies and loyalists.

Damn that Potter brat, at least he had made sure the boy's vaults had been emptied beforehand so that the boy could not run away with the fortune that rightfully belonged to Britain, and should be spent for the Greater Good. Maybe he could still salvage some of the plans he had made, despite the setback of losing so many prominent purebloods, and losing the Dark Lord against whom he was supposed to stand as the Light Lord that was about to go down in History for defeating two fierce enemies of the light in his lifetime.

His plans to control the coming generation and mix the most magically powerful and promising half-bloods and mudbloods with the valuable pureblood stock were now a mess, with many families struggling with the changes and contemplating their future. The Wizengamot was in chaos and the succession of so many old families was a headache to deal with. Why couldn't the damn sheep shut up and listen to their wise old Shepard like they were supposed to?

End Chapter

A/N: Alright, it's an old idea but I am thinking about a small bit of writing based on Blood Brandy's Vegas Challenge but not following its directions exactly, as you could already see from the above piece. I'll try and list what I went along with, and what I altered. This is a Prologue bit for the main story still.

This is a crossover between Harry Potter & Teen Titans, and DC Comics in general.

Requirements:

- Harry has to go to Las Vegas, Nevada (Accepted)

- Moony has to travel with him as his Chaperone (Replaced by Sirius)

- Harry has to get married to a super, villain or hero is your choice, but has no memory of the wedding (Accepted)

- He does NOT get a divorce for whatever reason (Accepted)

- Magical law is different outside Europe to allow for Magical Supers (Accepted)

- Harry wakes up with no idea where Moony (Sirius) is, but his wife says he was at the wedding (Accepted, but see above)

- Harry's wife was completely (or at least mostly) sober when they married (Accepted)

- Harry gets married by an Elvis impersonator (Accepted)

- The Potter Luck strikes, Harry, while drunk, won a LOT of money at the casinos, and is in a comp-ed room when he wakes up (Accepted)

- The Potter Luck strikes again, Harry and his wife have to fight someone before they even leave Vegas, and win quickly thanks to Harry. (Accepted)

Forbidden:

-No Slash for Harry (Accepted)

Recommended:

-Takes place either in August of fifth year, or during winter break. (Rejected, timed sooner than 5th year)

-The Statute of Secrecy not enforced in America (Complicated, will be shown later)

-Harry's wife is aware of magic (Accepted)

-Remus (Sirius) gets drunkenly married (We'll see, won't we?)

-Probably easiest to stick with one wife, but if you can make more work, I won't stop you (We'll see)

The above list is NOT a perfect copy, but an attempt to capture the main points from the original challenge list and address them somewhat.

The main part is that Sirius & Harry are leaving together, this is not just a vacation but intent to stay out of Britain, and the Dark Lord (at least the more publically recognized one) has already been dealt with. Sirius hasn't faked his death, but preparations are going on to confirm his innocence and secure him an asylum besides Harry in the States.

Meh. I've seen a ton of these, many of them relatively short and not going too far, but the concept was interesting. It has been done a lot though, so I figured I'd toss my own little idea-bunny into the blender and make a new Blood Brandy Margarita Mix out of it and see what kind of blood-laden nightmare it might become, or if it was actually possibly semi-interesting concept to carry out?

I know very little about Teen Titan which will show, but it's a fun challenge at least.

EDIT: I noticed a god-awful bit of typoes shortly after posting this, and sought to replace the original file with one where the worst of them (that I noticed) were fixed. My apologies for that.