Dreamer of Fears

By: Shadow Chaser

Author's Notes/Warning:

This story will contain massive spoilers for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows; please do not continue until you have read Deathly Hallows. Thank you! All characters with the exception of my own belong to J.K. Rowling and her wonderful sense of creating a massively great universe to play in. Also, my version of the King Arthur/Merlin myth is based partially on the book the "CrystalCave" and on the TV movie "Merlin" that played here in the U.S. back in the late nineties. No offense to anyone who has truly studied the King Arthur mythos, but I absolutely find that any of the versions I've read creates an opportunity for those to twist a few things (Egyptian and Greek myths, however, are part of my hobbies – not so much King Arthur).

Story:

Chapter 1 – Merlin's Call

Harry leveled his wand in front of the man he had seen die over a year ago, his grip tight and firm. Behind him he heard the scramble of the others pulling out their wands too, all pointed at the man who looked like Albus Dumbledore. He didn't know why he also had the Elder Wand, having put it back in Dumbledore's grave only a couple of days ago.

"What is your favorite jam?" Harry asked, remembering what the former Headmaster had told him between the summer of his fifth and sixth year.

"Raspberry," there was a faint twinkle of amusement his eyes, "does that satisfy your questioning Mr. Potter?"

"What date is it?" Hermione suddenly asked.

"The fourteenth of June, nineteen-ninety-eight," Dumbledore replied congenially, not at all fazed by the wands pointed at him.

"It's the same day we came from…" Neville whispered.

"It is about," the aging wizard glanced at his pocket watch hidden inside his sleeve, "nine-thirty at night."

"Wait…it was about five o'clock when we were sitting in the dining hall," Hermione looked puzzled before falling silent, her brows furrowing in concentration.

"How did four hours pass…?" Ron looked completely confused.

"Do you recognize what's in my hand, Professor?" Harry asked carefully.

"Why, yes," from the folds of his pale blue robes, he slowly drew out the same exact wand, "it is my own wand…"

"But-"

Hermione elbowed Ron hard in the ribs to shut him up from spilling the secret of Harry's wand just in case the person claiming to be Albus Dumbledore wasn't the Headmaster at all.

"What is the composition of your wand?" Harry asked.

"Hawthorne and dragon-heartstring," the Headmaster replied.

"You're lying…isn't it made out of the wood of an elder tree with a core of a phoenix tail?" Harry had figured out the core of the Elder Wand only a day ago when he realized what had repaired his own holly-phoenix tail wand; only a phoenix-tailed wand could repair another, and especially if the particular wand was the Elder Wand. It was also why red-gold sparks flew out of his wands, mimicking the sign of a phoenix's rebirth.

There was a barely imperceptible narrowing of Dumbledore's eyes and the blue in them lost all traces of the twinkle he had. A smile tugged the corners of Harry's mouth as he knew that he had hit the truth.

"Very perceptive Mr. Potter…I dare say you've learned that from somewhere not around here, perhaps?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

"Perhaps," Harry nodded once, "it still doesn't prove that you're who you claim to be."

"My dear boy, surely you don't expect to truly believe that I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry with such doubt in your hearts and minds," Dumbledore put his wand away and spread his hands out, showing that he was unarmed. "All I can offer is my word that I am indeed Albus Dumbledore.

"I can only offer you what I know at the moment. I was told of your arrival from another world and it would be happening tonight, which is why I am on the grounds this late in the evening."

"Another world?!"

"Wait…that isn't even possible…is it Hermione?" Harry turned his head slightly to look back at the smartest person he knew on this face of the planet.

"Hermione?" Ginny asked, tugging at the bushy-haired girl's robes.

"It's...not possible in the Muggle sense," Hermione replied slowly, her brows furrowed and her eyes staring at an invisible spot on the ground, "it could quite possibly have occurred as a magical backlash of sorts…but…that wouldn't make sense…"

"Hermione, what are you talking about?" Harry asked.

"When Voldemort died by his own spell…like we've already discovered, he was just a shadow of himself, right? But he still possessed a lot of power. What if…that vacuum of power created some type of rip in the fabric of time and space?"

There was silence in wake of her words before Ron coughed lightly.

"Did you learn that in Muggle Studies way back when?" he asked.

Hermione shook her head, "What do you think I spend my summers doing when I'm not making sure you or Harry aren't in trouble? My parents do want me to get a Muggle education too so I've been doing extra work!"

"Yeah…but…time…and space?"

"I believe what Miss Granger is trying to say that a magical rift was formed with the defeat of Lord Voldemort in your universe. It is like a deep magical wound had been carved into the 'entity' so to speak that is magic itself. In that rift, some force pulled you towards this universe," Dumbledore spoke up quietly, bringing all heads around to face him once more.

Harry noticed that his wand was slightly lowered during the conversation and pointed it straight back at the man who could be the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

"I believe the best answer for this question at the moment is that yes, you are in a different world, or universe. You say that Lord Voldemort was defeated, killed I presume? But alas, he is very much still alive in this world. And in this world, you," now Dumbledore turned to stare at Harry with his eyes hard as crystals, no twinkle in them, "Harry James Potter, are quite dead."


They reluctantly sat in the chairs conjured up by Dumbledore in the hearty glow of his office, still wary of their surroundings. No one had noticed them walking with the Headmaster to his office and Harry supposed that it was probably for the best. If they were indeed in a parallel world to their own, then things may be drastically different, especially since his counter-self was dead.

At least the Headmaster's office still looked mostly the same as during his sixth year, Fawkes still perched on his stand, preening himself. The sword of Gryffindor, Harry couldn't decide if it was the real one or fake one, rested on its mantle, unbloodied. And the Sorting Hat was murmuring to itself on its perch high above one of the shelves. The only difference was that there were a few different portraits…some of people he didn't recognize.

"I doubt you'd be willing to tell me more about your world since you all still look nervous enough to sprint out of this room, so I shall start," Dumbledore popped a lemon drop into his mouth before tilting the bowl towards them, "lemon drop?"

"No thank you," Harry murmured shaking his head and the others followed suit. He had stowed away the Elder Wand next to his phoenix one inside his robes. In his one of his robe's pocket was the Invisibility Cloak and hanging around his neck was the moleskin bag that Hagrid had given to him. He knew the Golden Snitch was still in it and wondered if he had the Elder Wand, was the Resurrection Stone still with him, and why? He had only decided to keep Ignotus' cloak because he didn't want the power the other two objects could provide him. Why then, did he have the Elder Wand, and if Dumbledore's wand as true, which one was the true Elder Wand?

"I believe the diverging point of our realities start on October 31, 1981 when you and your parents were attacked at Godric's Hollow. Your counterpart in this world died on that day, and your father and mother survived," Dumbledore said, steepling his fingers together and watching him carefully through the rims of his glasses.

Harry let loose a small gasp of surprise as he felt like he had been sucker punched in the stomach. His parents were alive?! In this world?! But…

"Harry," Ginny squeezed his hand tightly to reassure him of her presence next to him.

Taking a few deep breaths, he looked up once more into the old wizard's face and nodded for him to continue.

"I will not ask for details until I have explained myself, but judging from your reaction, James and Lily Potter did not survive did they?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes," Harry was mildly surprise to find his voice hoarse and cleared his throat before speaking again, "my mother protected me and took a Killing Curse from Voldemort. Her love is what repelled the Killing Curse he used on me, giving me this scar." He reached up and showed the Headmaster his lighting bolt scar.

"A deep and ancient magic…" Dumbledore murmured quietly to himself before clearing his throat once more, "as I was saying. To this day, the Dark Lord terrorizes the British Isles. He has taken over the Ministry of Magic and has installed Lucius Malfoy as his puppet Minister. Hogwarts is one of the few safest havens we have left only because it is protected by the Ancient Magic of the Founders of Hogwarts. Lord Voldemort can penetrate its defenses, but so far, it has been oddly curious that he has not launched an all-out attack on the school."

"But if the Ministry has been taken over, are there still students here?" Hermione asked.

"Yes of course," the Headmaster nodded, "those who survived his Ministry purge have set up Hogwarts and Hogsmeade as a new Ministry and while I am the Headmaster of this school, I am also Minister of Magic."

In that instant, Harry recognized some of the portraits hanging in the Headmaster's office…some of them had been in the various ministry offices and especially a couple he had seen in Dolores Umbridge's office.

"We have continuously sent out letters to students both Muggle-born and not to come to Hogwarts every year. The Hogwarts Express is protected by the Aurors loyal to me stationed here at the school. I dare say that Lord Voldemort has not attacked the school because he has spies within the school to try to influence some of the students who are of…purer…blood to assassinate the Muggle-born and Half-blood students here," Dumbledore frowned a bit before he pointed his wand at his head and pulled out a silvery liquid of thought and let it float down into his Pensieve hidden in a corner of his desk.

Harry found it a bit disconcerting to hear such words come out of the Headmaster's mouth, but attributed to the fact that this was a far different Headmaster than they knew. Apparently a lot more ruthless, and even Minister of Magic who didn't seem to mind taking the reigns of power and using it.

"Professor," Hermione started again, "it doesn't really explain how you knew we would be here? Why trust us with this information?"

"You really are the brightest witch of your generation," Dumbledore smiled slightly, "and to answer your question Miss Granger, it is because I believe and my informant believes that you five are the last hope we have in defeating Lord Voldemort."

"But…what can we do? We just came off of our own war with Voldemort," Ron spoke up, "I mean suddenly we end up here and you expect us to fight for you?!"

Even though Ron was his best friend, there were times that Harry was surprised by his words. He realized that it truly echoed the hardships that they all have been through for the past seven years of their lives. While Ron had run away, only to return to help fight, he and Harry himself, were quite tired of battling Voldemort. When he had been defeated in the Great Hall, it was as if sixteen years of pressure had suddenly released Harry, Ron, and Hermione from their grips.

There was a moment of silence as Dumbledore stared at all of them with his crystal blue eyes, as if analyzing them. He gave a soft sigh before nodding, "Very well then. I will do all that is in my power to help the five of you return to your universe. I will not pressure you to join our cause as I believe that you all have fought a very hard battle against Lord Voldemort. But for the moment, if word gets out that all of you are yourselves, then there will be chaos within the school, especially you Mr. Potter."

"So we take on different names then?" Ginny asked.

"Yes," Dumbledore nodded before pointing his wand towards one of his many bookshelves and a book came flying towards him, landing on his desk with a gentle thump.

"Is that…" Hermione leaned over her seat to get a better look at the book.

"The only edition of the histories before the founding of Hogwarts," a light twinkle was back in Dumbledore's eyes, "you have heard of this book Miss Granger?"

"Yes!" Hermione looked excited, "it's the rarest book ever! No one knows who wrote it and textual parts of it are in A History of Magic, which makes me think that its probably written by a few people instead of just one-"

"In fact, you are quite correct Miss Granger. This book was written by a group who called themselves the Weavers," he flipped open the ancient tome and turned a few pages before nodding, "ah…here we go. You will all have to use different personas while you stay here for the time being so…Mr. Longbottom, you will be known to the students, staff, and others of the Ministry as Nathan Hufflepuff, Helga Hufflepuff's younger brother."

"But, in Hogwarts, A History, Helga never had a younger brother," Hermione spoke up.

"You are quite correct," the Headmaster nodded, "Helga Hufflepuff who was one of the four founders of Hogwarts never had a younger brother. None of the founders had siblings. But magic has subtle nuances that no one could understand. The Helga Hufflepuff that founded Hogwarts was a reincarnation of this Helga Hufflepuff, who indeed did have a younger brother named Nathan. Helga's brother was one of the Knights in service to Merlin."

"But I thought King Arthur had the Knights of the Round Table," Harry was confused. He remembered the stories that he had learned back when he was a child.

"Yes, the Muggle Arthur did have his own knights, all with the exception of a few to be purely Muggle, but Merlin had his own knights long before Arthur created the Round Table. You see, the Knights are like Aurors today, except with a different name."

"So I will be Nathan Hufflepuff? But I don't even know that much about Merlin and-"

"All will make sense in a bit, Mr. Long- pardon, Mr. Hufflepuff," Dumbledore smiled before setting his gaze on Hermione, "You, Miss Granger, will be Rowena Ravenclaw."

"Another one of Merlin's Knights or the Hogwarts founder?" Hermione asked.

"Actually before her reincarnation, she was one of Merlin's greatest advisors," the Headmaster smiled congenially before lifting the old tome up and showing them two sketch drawings of Nathan and Rowena. Harry realized that they looked very similar to Neville and Hermione respectively. "I think choosing people from the past who best fit your profiles will be beneficial to our advantage in case anyone asks.

"Now…Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore set the book back down and flipped a few pages before nodding his head absently, "ah…I think it would be better if we gave you the name of Godric Gryffindor II while you are here."

"The second?!" Ron blinked in surprise.

"Yes…as I said, this is before Gryffindor reincarnated. He was also one of Merlin's Knights and coincidentally, Merlin's older brother," the Headmaster replied.

"But I thought Merlin was borne from the fruits of magic itself," Ginny spoke up, puzzled, "and that he had no father and his mother was only to carry him to full-term before she died in childbirth. He was supposed to be raised by Ambrose and taught the magical arts by Queen Mab of the Fairies who later became one of his nemeses along with Nimue, Lady of the Lake."

The others stared at her before she blushed and stared down at the floor, finding a crack along the floor very interesting. Harry was surprised that Ginny knew so much about the King Arthur and Merlin mythos and part of him loved her even more for the surprises she always had in store.

"Yes, you are quite right, Miss Weasley…" Dumbledore's face crinkled up in a wide smile, "however, that is the history those who wrote it want you to see. The history on the Chocolate Frog Cards and in many of the textbooks we have here at Hogwarts. This book, along with a few others in the Restricted Section of the library contain the truth behind Merlin's origins and his battle with Queen Mab of the Fairies.

"It is also why; I believe you are most suited for the role of Selwyn, the High Elf; Merlin's right hand. She is never mentioned in any of the history books save for the few I told you about, and it is for good reason. It is said that after Merlin's defeat of Queen Mab and her wicked sister Nimue of the Lake, the High Elves of the world departed the rocky shores of the British Isles and were never seen again.

"It is also then that their distant kin, the House Elves were enslaved to be forever subservient to their Masters today," the Headmaster gave a pointed look to Hermione whose brows were knitted in anger.

"That's ridiculous," Hermione muttered quietly to herself before Ron laid a calming hand on her shoulder as she fidgeted around.

"So what's Harry?" Neville asked into the silence.

"Why Nathan, I'd thought you'd be able to figure out by now who I am setting Mr. Potter here to be," Dumbledore laced his fingers together.

"Merlin, right?" Harry asked wearily, not liking this at all.

"You are quite correct, Mr. Potter," the Headmaster replied before propping the tome back up and showing them the three pictures of Selwyn, Godric II, and Merlin, all of them resembling their counterparts, "and I hope you do forgive me for putting you as a one of the most famous wizards of all history, but based on my observations of you in the past two hours since we've met, you are the leader of this group so it is natural for you to assume leadership of the group of Merlin's closest advisors and Knights."

Harry was quiet as he stared at the picture of an apparently young-looking Merlin his thoughts swirling about him. Being Merlin did have certain advantages and disadvantages…for one thing, if word got out that he was "Merlin" then he would get a wash of fame, but it could fool Voldemort in this world and make him pause. His presence as "Merlin" could scare the Death Eaters into surrendering instead of fighting every time Aurors were there…

He looked up into Dumbledore's face and decided that maybe, just maybe, he would trust this world's Dumbledore. After all, how much different could one world be from another? This world's Headmaster seemed all right, if a bit power-hungry, but he also seemed to care for those within Hogwarts. And perhaps, the Headmaster cum Minister of Magic did mean to find them a way home as soon as possible.

So for now, he would respect the Headmaster's wishes to provide them with cover names and biographies so they may be safe.

"All right… I'll be Merlin…"


Another hour and half later, they were all sitting in what looked like a recreation of one of the dorm rooms of Gryffindor Tower, but in actuality was the Room of Requirement completely redone to Neville's imagination and fine tune control over the room. Whether it was by Dumbledore's orders for the hall to be cleared between his office and the Room of Requirement, but they didn't pass a single student or ghost in their quick trip to the Room.

Dumbledore had explained to them that since Hogwarts was the last fortress of light still left standing, there were Aurors always patrolling the perimeter and the school operated like a smaller condensed version of the Ministry of Magic. He also warned that they were not to set foot outside of the Room before they were introduced to the people that needed to know. He told them that the House Elves would bring them their food three times a day and they can order whatever they wanted.

They had also found out that the school year was still in session, unlike back in their own universe when school ended late in May, early June. Apparently there were a lot more random attacks on Hogwarts and Hogsmeade that forced the cancellation of classes this year than the previous year so the school year was extended all the way until the beginning of July.

They also learned that while a majority of the students went home on the Hogwarts Express to their families (albeit heavily guarded by Aurors), a few, especially some of the Muggle-born, stayed in the school during the holidays. Harry briefly wondered if his parents stayed in the school during the holidays or did they live in Godric's Hollow. It was also then that he realized he didn't know what his parents did for a living.

"You think Mom and Dad are still alive?" Ron asked as they sat in the couches with a fire burning in the fireplace.

"Probably…Professor Dumbledore didn't say anything about the rest of us, so I'm thinking that they're alive," Ginny replied, leaning against Harry's shoulder, staring into the fire. Harry had put an arm around her and summoned a blanket to cover them so that they would be comfortable.

"Do you think…Fred-" Ron abruptly stopped as he took a deep breath and looked elsewhere, but Harry caught a glimpse of tears in the corner of his best friend's eyes. The day before they had ended up here they had buried Fred back at the Burrow before returning to Hogwarts. George hadn't said a word during the funeral and only made a brief gesture to his twin by placing his hand over Fred's heart before placing the same hand on his own – a symbol of the special connection that twins usually have that had been broken so violently.

Harry hugged Ginny closer as he felt her shudder slightly. He had also been wondering if those that had died during the Battle for Hogwarts were still alive…Lupin and Tonks…even little Colin Creevey.

"We should focus on getting back home," Hermione suddenly spoke up, having taken Ron's hands into her own and was rubbing them absently. While he had noticed that his two friends were still new in their relationship with each other, both were still awkward towards each other, as indicated by the fact that they didn't sit too close to together like him and Ginny.

"Do you think what Professor Dumbledore said was true? That due to V-Voldemort's death there was a magical backlash that ripped open a fabric of time and space?" Neville asked from his chair, alternately staring into the fire and at them.

"It's only a theory Muggles have that they like to put into television shows and movies, but since the magical world operates on a different level, there could be signs there that we don't even know about," Hermione's brows furrowed slightly, "maybe I can ask Professor Dumbledore tomorrow if he'll let me go into the Restricted Section of the library so I can take a look."

"If you do," with his free hand, Harry reached into his robes and pulled out his father's Invisibility Cloak, putting the pile of soft material on top of the blanket covering him and Ginny so that the blanket suddenly looked like it had a gaping hole in it, "take the Invisibility Cloak."

"I thought you left that in your trunk," Ron said before he tilted his head, "and you had the Elder Wand with you too, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded, as he took the Cloak and placed it back in his robes, "but so did Dumbledore which is odd…"

"What about…" Hermione asked in a hushed whisper that barely carried over the crackling fireplace.

Harry took his arm out from holding Ginny and rummaged through the moleskin bag that was hanging around his neck inside his robes. He drew out the Golden Snitch and stared at it. Even before he knew the Resurrection Stone was inside of the Snitch, the thing still felt as heavy as it had before it even had the Stone in it. He wondered if the Stone was inside of the Snitch or was it still lying on the Forbidden Forest's floor, lost to the ages once more.

"Harry, why do you have the Snitch?" Ginny asked, shifting against him.

The stoic look he wore on his face told both Ron and Hermione the whole story – even though he had revealed to Ginny and Neville most of what had happened to him during the Battle for Hogwarts and their search for Voldemort's Horcruxes, he had never revealed anything about the Resurrection Stone.

"It's nothing," he curled his hand around the Snitch and placed it back into his bag shaking his head.

"Harry…" Ginny's voice had taken on a quality similar to her mother when she sensed that someone was definitely lying.

"I'll tell you some other time, okay?" Harry said, hoping that his girlfriend understood and sighed in relief as she nodded reluctantly, understanding that it was probably something very personal. Instead, he turned and jutted his chin at Neville who was now buried in the book that Dumbledore had shown them the pictures of their altered personas in this world. "What else does that book say Neville?"

The Headmaster had given them the book advising that they should probably read up on the true histories of Merlin and his trusted friends just in case someone stopped them in the hall or if they were discovered by accident. Unsurprisingly, Hermione had taken the book and was the first one to browse through it, her eyebrows occasionally rising in surprise and folding in anger as she read through parts of the book. She didn't say anything except to wordlessly hand the book to Neville who was now slowly flipping through the pages.

"It's…interesting," Neville said slowly, glancing up at them, "and it's most certainly not what I've read in the history books my Gran has at home, though there are parts of this book that I've read before."

Just to make sure that the Headmaster wasn't pulling the wool over their eyes as Harry still felt some suspicion, he had Hermione cast a charm on the book to make sure that indeed it was the true book that had come all the way back from the Dark Ages.

"The book definitely tells of a lot of what's happened…" Neville flipped to another page, "and it keeps mentioning something about Dreamers."

"Dreamers?" Ron asked.

"I've heard of them," Ginny tilted her head, letting her long red hair cascade down the side, almost blending in with the dull red of the couch she and Harry were sitting on. "But it's like a myth of sorts…"

"Wait," Hermione reached into her own bag that she had been carrying with her when they landed in this world and pulled out the rough-bound copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, "there's a children's story in here regarding something about Dreamers." She flipped to nearly the back of the book her fingers and eyes scanning the pages before she thumped it slightly. "There! There was once a Council of thirteen who always disagreed with each other. They disagreed about how hot the weather was, how cold the weather was, how the crops were doing, and just about everything that was in due time."

"I remember this…Mum used to tell us that all seven of us were like the Dreamers, always disagreeing with each other-"

"Anyhow," Hermione continued a bit loudly, looking pointedly at Ron who shrugged and shut up, "One day their bickering got on the nerves of the youngest Dreamer who was considered a child even though she was the same age as all of them. She stood up and demanded that they all go into their corners to think about what they were fighting about. The force of her words shocked the others into doing exactly as she asked and she broke them apart. Peace and quiet finally rang in the house that they all lived in and the little Dreamer girl was able to continue her chores quietly-"

"We said that was probably Ginny or Mum who did that shouting-"

"But not for long as some of the other Dreamers began to resent what the littlest of them did and they plotted. The littlest Dreamer was warned by some of the other Dreamers who realized that they had been fighting pointlessly, but she did worry and said that they all needed some time for peace and quiet," Hermione continued, "However, the littlest Dreamer did not prepare for what was coming next. Seven of the Dreamers rose up against what she had done to them and walked out, announcing that they would continue this fight.

"This frightened the littlest Dreamer and she sought the protection of the others who were completely shocked at what had just happened. Together, the six remaining Dreamers vowed that they would bring their brothers and sisters back into their fold as they did not want to quarrel with them anymore, but mend the peace."

Hermione closed the book and stared at the others her eyes expectant. Harry blinked, confused.

"Just how old is that book?" Ron asked into the silence.

"It doesn't matter how old the book is, but don't you get it?" Hermione shook her head, "if what Neville's reading in the book means the Dreamers, that means some of Merlin's lieutenants were the actual Dreamers. And there's supposed to be thirteen of them!"

"So?" Harry asked, still very confused.

"Harry," Ginny's brows were furrowed in concentration, "its part of the Arthurian legend, but the Dreamers were supposedly powerful beings that influenced a lot of the war between Queen Mab and Merlin. They're only hinted at and rumored in many history books, but every time a major catastrophe or event happens, people usually whisper about the Dreamers…"

"So how come when Voldemort was on the rise or when I beat him just last week, I didn't hear anything about it?" Harry asked.

"Because right now, they're only considered to be a bunch of nonsense; and only people like Luna's dad or even The Quibbler publishes nonsense like that," Ginny replied, "Luna handed me the latest copy of The Quibbler a couple of days ago."

"Does it have any useful information about the Dreamers?" Neville suddenly spoke up, looking up from the reading the old tome.

"I don't really know, but you can look, "Ginny dug around her bag at the foot of the couch before tossing Neville a slightly battered copy of the magazine, "why?"

"Because, according to what I've just read…Nathan Hufflepuff was a Dreamer," he said, looking a bit sheepish.


Author's Notes:

I think I like where this story is going. Definitely has one of my more intricate plots that I like to weave into my stories. I hope you're all enjoying it so far! Thanks!