Author's notes: JKR owns HP

- Thanks for reading, everybody. There's quite a few things I'm changing from canon, but namely the biggest one is the reason that Barty ambushed Crouch over the summer, and the reason that Harry is kidnapped at the end of the tournament. I'll reveal them in due time, but hopefully they'll make more sense than what JKR decided to do in GoF.

Chapter 10: Suspicions

"Professor McGonagall, we'd like to ask you a few questions about Professor Moody." Harry and Hermione had stayed behind after their Transfiguration class, hoping to get a better picture of Moody's character from their Head of House.

"What would you need to ask me for that you couldn't ask him directly?" McGonagall had always had a strong sense of fair play- and, of course, bravery. Talking about people behind their backs wasn't something she approved of.

Hermione gave a well-practised reply. "We haven't exactly had a pleasant record of DADA teachers, especially not Harry. I mean, in first year, it was Quirrel, who Harry defeated to get the philosopher's stone. In second year, Lockhart vanished his bones once, and tried to obliviate him. Professor Lupin was the only good teacher we've had. We'd like to know if you've ever known Professor Moody outside of Hogwarts."

Professor McGonagall frowned, but nodded in agreement. "I agree you haven't received a... consistent education these past few years in DADA. However, I can assure you that Moody certainly knows enough about the subject. He used to be Head Auror at the Ministry. He refused to take the post of Head of Magical Law Enforcement because, as he claimed, he 'couldn't catch dark hooligans from behind a desk.' Although he's never taught schoolchildren before, he trained dozens of Aurors at the academy for a decade after the end of the last war. That might be why he seems like such a harsh teacher. He's used to working with people who are older, more powerful, and more willing to learn the subject."

Harry nodded. "Um... can I ask you if he's been acting any differently? Or unusually?"

The professor gave them a warm chuckle. "I suppose you're talking about his rather odd habits? Scanning his food for poison, drinking from his hip flask, all the dark detectors he has around his classroom and the general... paranoia? He's been like that for years. Even before the first war against You-Know-Who. He was a young recruit back during the rise of the previous dark lord, Grindelwald. I believe one of his comrades turned out to be a spy for Grindelwald. It's how he lost his leg, right in enemy territory. He fought his way out somehow, but he could rarely trust anyone completely after that."

They thanked their professor for her time. The following day, they tried the same thing with Professor Flitwick.

"So you'd like to know more about Professor Moody?" The normally cheerful, diminutive professor grinned a rather feral grin. "My suggestion to you is never to take him head-on."

Harry gave him a blank look. "We... err... weren't planning to."

"Good! Because in all my years as a professional dueller before I came to Hogwarts, I've never seen anyone fight like him. Then again, I've never had a chance to duel him properly. I'm sure, with all the rules and regulations in place, I could still beat him in an arena, but I'd never imagine trying to take him on out in the field. His style of combat would have you bleeding on the ground before the referee could count the number of fouls he'd committed. You can certainly learn a lot about magical combat from that man, about as much as you could learn from me about duelling."

Professor Flitwick made him sound scary- an international champion of duelling just admitted, flat-out, that he would lose in a real fight against Moody. Hermione nervously asked, "But he's fair, right? You'd trust him to use his skills... for justice?"

"Oh, of course! He always tried to capture his targets alive and give them a proper trial. Mind you, 'alive' just means 'alive.' He'd rarely try to stop someone with a mere stunner. He always made sure he took them down hard enough that they couldn't get back up again, except to sit in a chair in front of the Wizengamot. As far as trust goes, you'd have a harder time proving to him that you're on the side of the Light than the other way around. He rarely trusts anyone, even old friends have to prove their identity with secret questions whenever they meet. He's still keeping tabs on all the younger professors here at Hogwarts, like Professor Vector."

Again, thanking their Charms professor for his time, Harry and Hermione left. It seemed Moody wasn't a problem... at least, not yet.

A little over two weeks after school began, Hermione celebrated her fifteenth birthday. They held the party in the Gryffindor Common Room and invited all the Gryffindors, where Dobby delivered the cake. Harry had owled Madam Rosmerta to order some butterbeer, which Dobby picked up as well. He made sure to give the little house-elf three pairs of socks for the effort. After generous helpings of cake and several rounds of "Happy birthday Hermione!" were given by everyone, it was time to open up the presents.

Ron had bought her a book... on Quidditch. Still, at least he was trying. "Now you'll have something exciting to read about!" said Ron, as she unwrapped the present. She gave a polite "thank-you" and picked up the next gift.

Neville had also chosen to give her a book, Fantastic Flora of France. Apparently, France had some of the widest varieties of magical flowers, most of which were extremely beautiful. Hermione gave the boy a hug in thanks. Harry knew he just had to sneak a look into that book for future reference.

The twins' gift was a dozen quills. Hermione knew they couldn't possibly be ordinary quills, so she eyed them carefully and didn't touch them before asking the twins, "So... is there anything special I should know about these quills?"

They replied, "Welcome to the fantastic world..."

"Of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes!"

"The greatest source..."

"For pranks, jokes, gags..."

"And everything else to make your entire life more interesting!"

Hermione raised her eyebrow. "Well, that was interesting, but what's so special about these quills in particular?"

George explained. "Well, these are our Dozen Duplicate Dicta-Quills! We've turned the plain, old Dicta-quill and made it even more convenient by allowing you to make up to a dozen copies at the same time of anything you dictate to a single quill! Not only that, they're charmed to work a good distance away from each other, so they can be in separate rooms or still work!"

Fred continued. "They work if you write the normal way, too. We figured it was an easy way to make our own copies of the answer keys..." Hermione glared at him furiously for that. "...but we figured a brilliant mind like yours would find a much, much nobler use for our inventions," he finished.

Hermione gave them a slightly scornful look. "Well, thanks anyways, guys." Looking around the room, she added, "and no, I won't be using these to make copies of my homework for anyone." Half the room laughed while the other half drooped their heads in disappointment.

Her parents had made use of Kerris, who delivered a letter of congratulations and her gift, a pair of high-end leather gloves. Evidently, her mother knew her size well, as the gloves fit her perfectly.

Harry's gift was, at first glance, just another book. It was a thick leather-bound tome without a title, but it also had a metal frame across the covers. Upon opening it, the pages were all blank. Hermione gave him an odd look. "I hope this isn't a diary, Harry. Especially not one that writes back." Ginny stiffened in the background.

Harry laughed. "No, it's a recording tome. It can copy and store any book you have. You see this metal frame? Just swing it around so it faces the opposite direction, and place another book here..." He grabbed Neville's gift, and clamped the metallic, jaw-like covers over it. "...and it will copy the entire contents of the book onto this tome. You can recall the book simply by saying the title, or by calling it up from a list. It'll hold about two thousand books or a million pages." Opening up the tome, Fantastic Flora of France was listed in small text on the first page. Tapping the name, the title etched itself into the leather at the front of the tome, and its pages filled in exact copies of the book Neville gave.

Hermione squealed and gave Harry a hug. "This is just what I needed, Harry! Thank you!" she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. When she pulled back, she found herself staring into Harry's bright green eyes, and Harry into her deep brown ones. They were instantly lost in each other's gazes, and without thinking, both of them gravitated towards each others' lips and began a slow, gentle kiss. As they let the waves of euphoria wash over them, they didn't notice how silent the entire room had become. They were lost in their own little world. Nobody would disturb them, and nobody could if they tried.

When they finished, they realized everyone in the common room was staring at them. Hermione showed some mild embarrassment, but Harry was wondering what was wrong. The kiss felt so right, and it wasn't as if they were going wild with each other... why did it seem like such a big deal? Oh, I forgot. Nobody else knows we're together... even though it's been over two months for us, he remembered.

"Right then, so should we officially change the results of Harry's Love Pool to 'September of Fourth Year with Hermione Granger' now?"

Everyone waited for Hermione to berate the twins once again, but she just decided to lean over on to Harry, and said, "You know, just go with it. I've had a fantastic birthday and I'm not going to spoil it by getting mad at you two jokers."

After everyone else left the party and began to go back to their schoolwork, Harry whispered to Hermione, "I still have one more thing to give you. Come with me." Harry led Hermione up to his dorm, where Dean and Seamus were working on their homework. Seamus saw Hermione, and grinned at Harry, saying, "Wow, you work fast don'tcha mate? Bringing her to bed already? It's not even dark out!"

Harry laughed, not bothering to reply to the tease. He brought his Firebolt out from under his bed, and told Hermione, "Hop on. I still owe you the flying lesson, remember? We haven't had a chance to fly together all summer."

Hermione gaped. "What? Here?"

"Yeah, of course. We'll just go straight out the window," he replied casually.

Still looking at him incredulously, she sputtered, "But... but we're on the seventh floor! It's so high up..."

"Well, just hold on tight," Harry said, grabbing one of Hermione's arms and wrapping it around him. She put her other arm around his waist and held on as Harry took off, flying right through the window.

They sailed over the castle, weaving around the various towers. They circled above the astronomy tower, which was well known for its romantic views, and gained an even better vantage to the landscape around them. They then looped around the Owlery a few times until Hedwig noticed them and joined in for a few minutes, giving several hoots in greeting. Turning towards the Black lake, Harry skimmed the surface and provided the same view that the first-years received on their arrival to Hogwarts. From there, it was a few loops around the Quidditch pitch, which Hermione had never seen from a player's perspective. The flight finally ended with a view of the sunset behind Hogwarts castle, which was even more beautiful than what they witnessed from the Burrow. Upon landing at the front gates, Hermione touched her forehead to Harry's, placing her arms around his neck, and whispered, "That was the best birthday I've ever had. I love you, Harry."

A simple "you're welcome" and a kiss ended their private moment as they stepped back into the castle.

A week before the other schools arrived with their delegations, the castle was cleaned from top to bottom. All the ghosts were enlisted to keep Peeves in line, while all the students scrubbed every surface and swept every room, much to Filch's enjoyment. The punishments for defacing or dirtying the castle were an instant week in detention, keeping anyone troublesome out of harm's way until after the welcoming ceremony was over. Professor McGonagall nearly dedicated all her time making sure Fred and George were kept in line, threatening to confiscate their wands for the duration of the entire year, except during classes, if they stepped out of line. Three days before the arrival, they began having "practice runs" of the greeting ceremony. Although there was little to do other than stand in a straight line with clean robes on, the professors still managed to find errors and nitpick away.

The day of arrival was sunny, but chilly. The students thanked the heavens that it wasn't raining, because it was made abundantly clear to them that they were to standing there until all the foreign students were inside, rain or shine. The Beauxbatons carriages came flying in at around three o'clock, and the Durmstrang ship rose from the Black Lake an hour later. Each school had brought along about two dozen of their top students. After the formal greetings between headmasters and staff, the students were ushered into the Great Hall for the official introduction to the Triwizard Tournament.

Inside the Great Hall, many small, round tables had replaced the four long house tables. After everyone had settled down, they were introduced to a few new faces. Madam Olympe Maxime, the headmistress of Beauxbatons, and Igor Karkaroff, Headmaster of Durmstrang. Also present were Ludo Bagman, Director of Magical Games and Sports, and Bartemius Crouch, Director of International Cooperation. A dull, mandatory round of applause came for every one of them. Finally, they reached the subject of everyone's interest- the Triwizard Tournament. Ludo Bagman explained.

"This tournament has been a traditional competition between the three greatest magical schools in all of Europe. Competition was fierce and contestants were brave and strong, but it became more and more dangerous as each school attempted to trump the last by hosting more exotic and extreme challenges. Two hundred years ago, the tournament ended, when no participant managed to survive the final task." Many people gasped, but Bagman continued.

"Obviously, now that we have chosen to revive it, we will be enacting far greater safety precautions, and the emphasis will be on friendly competition. All the schools have agreed that the safety of the participants will be top priority. However, don't think that this will be easy! All the participants will have to demonstrate their strength, skill, intelligence, planning, resourcefulness, and grace under pressure to win this tournament." Gleeful conversations began throughout the hall, with all the students wondering who would enter.

Bagman held up a hand, and continued his speech. "Before you enter, you need to know the terms. First, as everyone must be eager to hear, are the prizes for the winner. Your eternal fame, recorded within the hall of records as the winner of the Triwizard Tournament, along with one thousand galleons prize money." Nobody could keep quiet now. One thousand galleons was a lot of money- no student had ever held that much to themselves. Even the richest purebloods, like Malfoy, never saw that much in his allowances. Ron was practically drooling at the announcement. Harry, on the other hand, didn't care. He received double that amount annually from his trust fund alone. On the other hand, he just knew he would be entered into the tournament, whether he wanted to or not.

"Now, before all of you get too excited, I'll tell you about the competition itself. It is made up of four trials of elements, and three trials of champions. There will be a final champion's task at the end of the year to determine the winner, for a total of eight events for the eight months from November to June. We can't tell you exactly what each trial consists of, because the champions themselves will only be told the details shortly beforehand to prepare for each of the trials and the final task. The champions themselves will be selected by an impartial judge. Professor Dumbledore, if you please?"

With a flick of Dumbledore's wand, a large podium rose out of the ground in front of the staff table. On top of it sat a bejewelled metal casket, which Dumbledore opened with his hands. Inside stood a wooden goblet, intricate carvings on its side, but seemingly unexceptional.

"This is the impartial judge that will choose the champion for each school. When the fire has been lit, those who wish to participate must sign their name and school on a piece of parchment and drop it into the goblet. The champions will be chosen at the end of this month, on the evening of October 31st. However, please note that there will be an age limit. You must be of age, that is, seventeen years old to participate. That means you must turn seventeen by the 31st to be able to enter. The goblet will be protected by an age line as well as other security features until then. Good luck to all those who intend to participate." Screams of outrage, mostly coming from the sixth years, rang through the Hall. None of the foreign students seemed to be surprised in the least- obviously they had known before coming.

Hermione laughed and nudged Harry. "Look at Malfoy," was all she whispered to him. Harry knew what she was hinting at. Turning around, he saw a tomato-faced Slytherin sitting with his fellow fourth-years. Draco had been boasting all month that he would not only enter, but be selected as the Hogwarts Champion.

Harry whispered back to Hermione, "If you think he looks embarrassed now, wait till I get picked as a fourth champion." Hermione gave him a short look in confusion that quickly turned into understanding. "It's a shame we don't know how it's going to happen, though."

Drinks and light snacks appeared at the tables as everyone in the Great Hall was encouraged to mix and mingle in an opportunity for some "cultural exchange." It wasn't going quite as smoothly as the organizers had hoped, though. The Beauxbatons students mostly kept to themselves, while the Hogwarts students almost immediately divided themselves back into their separate houses. The Durmstrang students weren't avoiding people per se, but it was more like others were avoiding them. They simply looked unapproachable, but Malfoy took this as an opportunity to flaunt his family name and cozy up to some of them- especially one famous seeker for the Bulgarian National Team. Ron was itching to go talk to him, so Harry and Hermione approached, overhearing the conversation he was having with Draco.

"...and with such pure-blooded standards as yours, my father very nearly sent me to Durmstrang, you see. I could have been one of your classmates."

Viktor Krum scoffed. "A little boy like you vood never haff entered Durmstrang. You beleeff you are worth something. You are not."

Malfoy was quickly enraged by the famous Durmstrang student's offhand dismissal. "Do you know who I am? I'm a Malfoy! My father is..."

Viktor rolled his eyes. "Your father, your name, that is all you haff, boy. You haff no magic, you haff no strength. In Drumstrang, names do not cast spells." Several Durmstrang students laughed, causing Draco to storm off, with his little entourage in tow. Hermione overheard a few murmurs of the Durmstrang students discussing the little encounter.

"...Hogwarts is decadent. They take students if they haff gold. De Tournament vill be easy to win."

"...he still cries to his father! Such babies they breed in this country!"

Hermione was intrigued by the students' attitudes. Durmstrang was well known for being a pure-blood school. At least, that was its reputation in Britain. Cautiously, she walked up to the group of fur-robed students, and asked "Excuse me, but I've heard that Durmstrang only accepts pure-blood students, but you just ridiculed one of the most pure-blooded student in our school..."

Two of the students beside Viktor laughed. "The two off us are half-blood. Blood has no vorth in Durmstrang. Only power."

Hermione was surprised at this. "But if that's the case, why don't you take in muggleborns? Surely many of them have the potential to be powerful wizards..."

Viktor answered her with a question. "Hogwarts accepts all students who apply and pay money, yes?" Hermione nodded. "Durmstrang is different. Students must compete before entering school."

Hermione understood, but was clearly angered by the explanation. "You have to know magic before school even starts, then! Muggleborn have a clear handicap! That's completely unfair!"

Viktor shrugged. "I am here to make myself a strong vizard. Not try to change rules. Not my problem." He turned and left to chat with some seventh years, those who he viewed as possible competition.

The chatter and gossip didn't end with the party. Fred and George were peeved that they couldn't enter, because their birthday was only a few months short of the limit. Ron was still in awe over the prize money, imagining the kinds of broomsticks and chocolate he could buy with it.

"Harry, we've got a small request for you." Harry turned to see the twins, with rarely-seen serious expressions on their faces.

"We need to borrow the map." Harry knew what they were up to already.

"And we'd like to borrow your Invisibility Cloak." Harry was reluctant to leave his trusty cloak, which had served him very well the past several years, to the twins. It could be confiscated if the twins got caught. Sure, the twins had a reputation for being able to pull off pranks and rarely getting caught in the process, only receiving the punishments after the prank had been completed, but Harry didn't want to risk such a precious family heirloom. He was, however, curious to see what the twins planned to do.

"I'll tell you what," answered Harry. "I can't lend you the cloak... but I'll go to the Goblet of Fire with you. I'll wear my cloak and hold on to the map myself to scout ahead to make sure it's clear, and then I'll signal to you to do whatever it is you plan to do."

The twins agreed to the compromise and explained their plans. "We'll be brewing aging potions tomorrow. They should be ready by evening. We want to sneak off after curfew and try to get past the age line. We've also got these nice little Arm Extenders... a Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes exclusive... as an alternative method for getting our names in. Meet us tomorrow night, down here at eleven, alright?"

The following night, Harry and the twins snuck out of the common room, quietly making their way down to the Great Hall. They had to use the secret passages and hidden alcoves several times as professors and prefects were still roaming the halls. "Wait!" George suddenly stopped them while they were hiding on the 4th floor. "Check where Moody is. I swear that eye of his can see through walls."

Harry scanned the map, looking for a dot labelled Alastor Moody. "He's still in his office, with Bartemius Crouch. Probably having some kind of meeting about security or something." They continued downstairs, stopping a floor above the Great Hall. Keeping his eye on the map, Harry said, "It's only professor Babbling patrolling the entrance of the Great Hall. Nobody's inside, so as long as you can get past her, you should be safe. Do you two have anything to cause a distraction?"

Fred grinned. "Who do you think you're talking to, Harry?" he said as he pulled out a pile of knickknacks. "Would you like the classic dungbomb, whizzing worms, or some of our personal inventions, like the Wyvernwork?"

"What's the Wyvernwork?"

"It's a firework that explodes in the shape of a tiny dragon, and it flies around for a while. We're still working on how to make it bigger, as well as having a full lineup of Bursting Beasties."

"That'll do," said Harry. "I'll set it off further down the hall. When she moves away, get into the Great Hall. When you're finished, move and stand by the doors. I'll watch you on the map, and set off another one so you guys can escape." Satisfied with the plan, the twins handed Harry two of the Wyvernworks, who silently made his way downstairs. About thirty paces away from the Great Hall, he lit one of the little fireworks and hurried around a corner to wait. It went off after he ducked behind a suit of armor, exploding into a brilliant little dragon-shaped creature made up of green sparkles. It even breathed a few red sparkle-flames from its mouth. Predictably, Professor Babbling ran down the hall to investigate, and Harry watched the two dots on the map enter the Great Hall. Keeping as still as possible, he made no noise at all as Babbling searched the hall up and down for him.

He kept watch on the dots of Fred and George Weasley as they moved towards the front of the hall where the Goblet of Fire was placed. They seemed to circle around the cup a few times, but then scrambled back. Uh oh, thought Harry. I take it that means they didn't do too well... There was suddenly a flurry of movement on the map. Multiple professors were descending on the Great Hall. Oh, nuts, the twins will have hell to pay if they're caught by Moody again, he realized. It figures that the Goblet would have more security than just an age line. He was about to set off another Wyvernwork when he noticed something odd on the map. Moody hadn't left his office. Crouch, however, had. This is even worse. They'll be in trouble with a ministry official!

Harry quickly moved towards the hall where Crouch was coming from. Hoping to distract Crouch, or at least delay his arrival, he lit the firework just before the man was about to round the corner. While the fuse was burning, Harry heard a familiar Clink-tak- clink-tak sound. How did Moody get here so fast? He was still in his office last time I looked... Harry quickly dug out his map, and saw the name Bartemius Crouch moving down the hallway, where the sound was coming from. It rounded the corner, and Harry got a good look at man- it was Moody, complete with peg-leg, cane, and fake eye. Harry only had a second to do a double-take with the map before the Wyvernwork exploded, with the sparkling creature flying straight towards the impostor. Crouch- or was it Moody?- yelped as he covered his fake eye, obviously sensitive to the pyrotechnics. Harry took advantage of the situation and fled.

This is huge... why would Crouch be impersonating Moody? I need to tell a professor. He scanned the map, looking for Albus Dumbledore, but it wasn't anywhere on the map. The headmaster must have left the grounds, probably dealing with ministry officials or something. Meanwhile, it seemed that many of the professors were investigating the area where he had set off the Wyvernwork, while several others were escorting Fred and George towards the infirmary while Crouch was in the Great Hall by himself. Harry searched for the next choice- Professor McGonagall. He found her keeping close to Gryffindor Tower, patrolling the halls of the seventh floor. Putting his invisibility cloak away, he ran up the many flights of stairs to find his head of house.

"Mr. Potter, what are you doing roaming the halls at this hour?" McGonagall asked, entirely unsurprised.

Out of breath after running up six flights of stairs, Harry panted, "I... need... to talk... something... strange... Crouch..."

"Catch your breath, Mr. Potter. Now tell me, what's going on? The staff just received an alert that somebody attempted to bypass the Goblet's protections. It wasn't you who made the attempt, was it?" McGonagall asked, with displeasure in her voice. "The rules were very clear, Mr. Potter. I'll not have you besmirching the name of Gryffindor with such foolish escapades..."

"No! It wasn't me... I was just lending the twins a hand... but that's not the problem!" cried Harry. "Bartemius Crouch is doing something strange- I think he took polyjuice and impersonated Professor Moody! I just saw him a few minutes ago..."

Professor McGonagall looked doubtful. "Mr. Potter, may I ask how you came to that conclusion? Polyjuice is a very complex potion which makes a perfectly changes a person to look like somebody else. I find it hard to imagine that you could tell the difference between one person and a polyjuiced impostor, when most Aurors wouldn't be able to without several advanced spells or a blood verification." Harry was trying to decide whether or not to tell her about the map while McGonagall continued.

"Secondly, why do you suspect Mr. Crouch? He is not on school grounds at all tonight. He, along with Ludo Bagman and the Headmasters of all three schools are currently at a meeting with the Minister of Magic. They won't return until tomorrow morning. Do you have a better explanation, or is this just a ruse to give Messrs. Fred and George Weasley time to escape? We all know they can't resist trying to get past the goblet's protections." Harry was stunned at the news. He couldn't possibly say that he saw the name on a map that was made decades ago by a bunch of sixth-years... it would be his word against the Headmaster's. Or two headmasters and a headmistress, along with the Minister of Magic himself. Keeping quiet and investigating by himself might be the best option for now.

Harry hung his head down, saying, "I'm sorry, Professor. I was... um... helping the twins tonight. They wanted their names in the cup, and I offered to be a distraction. I just wanted to get you away from Gryffindor Tower so they could sneak back in." It wasn't a complete lie, at least. "I'll take whatever punishment you think fair."

"We'll discuss it tomorrow morning, Mr. Potter. You will stay behind after class tomorrow, after I have verified this story with the Weasley twins. I'll determine your punishment then. Now get to bed, it's far past curfew."

Harry rushed back into his dorm, and opened up the map again. He saw Moody, still in his office. The twins were sitting in the infirmary, and the rest of the professors had gone back to their patrols. The dot labelled Bartemius Crouch was nowhere to be seen.

Author's Chapter End Notes:

- yes, the Triwizard Tournament will consist of eight events total (nine if you include the Yule Ball). The reason is just that it makes more sense, really. It's a famous international competition that lasts all school year. Three events, with 3-4 months in between each just doesn't hold public interest very well. Heck, the Olympics only last two weeks! This way, the Triwizard has about one event each month, starting in November, that lasts until June. I'll reveal them as the story progresses. I'd also like to recommend the story The Lie I've Lived by jbern, which is a GoF rewrite that also changes the events significantly. I was certainly inspired by his work, but I'm not trying to copy the events he invented. I hope you guys enjoy it.