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Chapter 12

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Previously in Changing Destiny~

"Thank you Dudley. I'm glad you grew up away from your father's shadows." She said gratefully. Petunia knew Dudley was just as kindhearted as Lily had been. She could see it in his eyes when he had first opened them as a newborn. But living with Vernon in his childhood had made him grow and develop a cold exterior, a spoiled exterior that Vernon had wholeheartedly supported – one that she loathed every time Vernon would boast to his sister about Dudley's increasing physical activity.

Everyone looked to Harry who was wrapped around in Draco's arms and had Blaise's hand clapped on a free shoulder, who every now and then, was squeezing softly to lend his support. Harry didn't mind it at all, and Draco couldn't even voice his anger when he knew that his little lion would need all the comfort he could get.

Harry wondered why Blaise was getting closer to him, not just physically but emotionally as well. Just before tonight, he was just a Slytherin whom had taken to his side, someone who had just been one of Draco's friends. But now, he could feel the tension between the two Slytherin Princes; he could practically sense the animosity between the two back at Malfoy Manor. The Gryffindor wondered what had caused the tension, and he could tell that everyone except for him knew why. He would have to find out directly from the two even if it killed him. He thought to himself.

Harry was brought back to the room when Lucius's next words were heard.

"So, will you sign over your future to us?"

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Everyone watched as Petunia looked back down at the documents within her hands. Her hands tensed and relaxed, gripping onto the edges that wrinkled the papers. Lucius looked slightly irritated that this muggleborn, now been found as a pureblood witch, had to gall to crease the papers.

Harry caught Lucius's irritated gaze from the corner of his eye and let it be. The elder blonde should understand how life changing this decision would be for Petunia and Dudley. After having to reveal what she had known, and realizing what she was, she now had to make a decision that would change the rest of her life, not the mention it would change her son's as well. Dudley wouldn't be able to remain living in 4 Privet Drive; he would probably have to enter Hogwarts – when he had accumulated all the knowledge of the previous five years that he had 'missed'.

"Take your time Aunt Petunia. Whatever you decide, we'll understand." Harry said, placing his hands over hers.

Petunia looked up at Harry before looking up at Dudley. It seemed as if Dudley knew what his mother had decided before he gave a nod.

"Give me a pen." She announced.

Lucius quickly whipped out a quill before handing it to her. Petunia took it and placed it upon the paper, prepared to sign her name.

"Wait! Aunt Petunia! Don't sign that!" Harry shouted, jumping up from Draco's lap.

The women froze before turning her head. "What's wrong dear?"

"That's a blood quill Lucius." Harry hissed, his green eyes blazing. "Why are you making her sign with a blood quill?"

"Harry, what's wrong with signing with a blood quill?" Draco asked, confused at his boyfriend's immediate anger towards his father. The young blonde turned to look at the two-thirds counterpart of the Golden Trio before seeing them turn away at his gaze.

The elder Malfoy merely raised an eyebrow before answering the lion. "Blood quills make transactions more… how you say... concrete. Using a blood quill makes it less likely for the person signing to go back on their word. After all, the documents are spelled themselves Harry."

The Gryffindor grimaced before unconsciously rubbing the back of his left hand. He turned to look at his 'aunt' before smiling apologetically. "It's going to hurt a bit." He warned.

Draco noted the unconscious gesture before zooming in to look at the back of Harry's hand.

I must not tell lies.

The scar, though slight and unseen unless close up, grew confusion from Draco. Soon, a rush of anger filled the Slytherin before he quickly squashed it. He would soon ask Harry about that. Looking up, he caught Blaise's questioning gaze before he sent the olive skinned teen a slight shake of the head. Blaise merely raised an eyebrow before focusing his attention on the matter at hand.

Petunia looked questioningly at him before looking down at the quill cautiously. Taking a breath, she quickly signed her signature at the bottom of the document before feeling a slight itch, yet searing pain on the back of her left hand. Her eyes grew wide with horror when she noticed her own signature outlined there.

"There's an ointment that will heal it for you." Hermione said.

"She would know." Ron added. "Hermione knows just about everything."

The brunette glared at the redhead before pulling out her small little, beaded handbag. "Accio Star Grass Salve." The mentioned salve flew out from the opening of Hermione's beaded handbag before she placed it besides Petunia's hand.

"So there won't be any scars left behind." She mentioned as she watched Petunia's eyes drift from signing various spots on the documents. Signing the last of the required lines, Petunia took the star-shaped salve, opened it and rubbed some onto the back of her hand, sighing in relief when she felt it working.

"Thank you." She murmured, handing back the salve to Hermione.

"Now, Dudley. You have to sign too." Petunia said, waving her son over to hover over the last remaining slot.

"Alright." He said, before gripping the quill and signing the document with a flourish. Hermione opened the salve once more, quickly applied it to Dudley's red and irritated hand before dumping it back into her handbag.

The documents rolled itself up and were tied with a summoned red ribbon before it flew into Lucius's hands.

"Thank you for cooperating with us so easily. Your husband, however, might not be so … accepting of his own… circumstances." He drawled, slowly his speech down when he got to the last word. Of course, everyone knew what Lucius was talking about. Vernon Dudley would get what he deserved, and nothing less – not if the elder wizards had anything to say about it.

"How are you planning on getting Dad to sign the documents? He would never do it willingly." Dudley wondered.

"I can help with that." Macaire said, grinning from ear to ear. Placing his hand out for the documents, Lucius handled it over without any protests.

"I'll be right back." The guardian smiled, before dissipating.

"Where'd he go?" Crystal asked.

Tesia only pointed up towards the ceiling and the group knew Macaire went to deal with Vernon.

"How is he going to do this?" Harry asked curiously.

"Macaire has a certain… ability, let's call it that." Egidio said, giving a neutral answer

"What ability?" Harry persisted, noting the slight narrowing of Alandair's eyes.

"Do not worry about it young one. It is of no concern to you." Tesia said, smiling to take the bite out of her answer, and that ended the short conversation.

"That was easy." Macaire's voice was heard from the mist that seemed to form the outline of the guardian before the guardian fully appeared. He returned the documents to Lucius before clapping gleefully.

"Now he won't remember a thing, except for the memory of sitting down with his family and his solicitor to sign these papers. Then again, it's been years since I've done this. My skills haven't gone rusty yet." He beamed, hands trailing through his silky hair.

"Well done. I'll have this processed, and will start the business transactions for you Harry, for his dismissal from the company. Give it a week before he loses his job. Then I'll start with his eviction." Lucius informed them.

"That's great! That will give Aunt Petunia and Dudley some time to settle down at the Manor." Harry nodded his approval.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go and pack your things and essentials. Anything you need or is of value to you, you better remember to pack because we're not coming back for it later on." Remus hissed. Although the werewolf understood that Petunia had not mean to treat Harry in such a way, Moony did not agree with his understanding. The werewolf only understood that his cub was treated unkindly and was practically frothing at the mouth for revenge.

"We'll come and help out. I've got at least two trunks for each of you." Hermione stated as she dug her entire arm into her little handbag, rummaging through her things in search of the aforementioned suitcases.

"How did you fit suitcases in such a small handbag?" Pansy asked, intrigued.

"Shrinking charm and an undetectable expansion charm. I learned it in one of the books I've read. It's fairly simple once you get the hang of it. Works wonders." Hermione said, quickly explaining the surface of how her handbag was charmed.

"Thank you so much. You don't know how much this means to us." Petunia sniffled before dabbing her eyes daintily with a handkerchief.

"Best to hurry it up now. We wouldn't want to stay a moment longer." Ron murmured, eyeing the house with distaste as they trudged out of the kitchen.

Hermione finally plucked four suitcases from her handbag before having Sirius to enlarge them for her.

"Why couldn't I do it myself?" she asked.

"You're not of age yet. The trace is still on you. It might not work at the Malfoy Manor, but here, it is still traceable. Something I would bet the entire Black fortune on that Dumbledore had included when he placed Harry into the Dursleys' care."

Nodding her head, Hermione, Petunia, Dudley and Neville gripped the suitcases before bringing them up to the second floor. Tesia and Remus followed after them to speed the packing process along.

"Harry… this might be a delicate situation for you now… but would you – I mean, you don't have to, but – "

"I'll show you. I was wondering when this question would pop up during our visit here." Harry whispered, interrupting Snape.

Harry walked a couple of feet before he reached the cupboard underneath the stairs. He unlocked it before opening it up and turning on the light bulb inside.

"Well, home sweet home." He grimaced as he took in all that he had left behind within the cupboard.

Several sharp intake of breath were heard before Harry walked away and headed towards the couch, Draco and Blaise trailing behind him quietly.

"Harry, I've been meaning to ask…" Draco started.

"What is it?" the boy mumbled.

"Where'd you get that scar?"

"My lightning bolt scar?" Harry asked, deviating from the question. The Gryffindor knew that unconscious gesture from before was seen by his boyfriend. He knew they would be asking about it. Draco would be furious with himself, though it wasn't quite his fault in the beginning. It was just him and his stubbornness that got him detention with that Ministry Official, Umbridge, in the first place.

The lion was met by twin flat looks, both from the Ice Prince and Shadow Prince of Slytherin.

"Really Harry. You don't think we don't know where you've gotten that scar on your forehead?" Blaise asked.

"It was worth a shot." Harry mumbled, before he moved his left hand in what seemed to be a subtle gesture.

Blaise reached for his left hand, keeping his gaze on Harry's before Harry nodded in assent. The Slytherin slowly moved his gaze towards the hand he gripped before he could see the inklings of the words I shall not tell lies.

Like Draco earlier, Blaise's anger flared. He closed his eyes and breathed evenly through his nose to push away his temper.

"Who did this to you?" he asked, voicing the question Draco and him had wanted to know.

"Umbridge… all those detentions she's given me were to have me write lines with a blood quill. Those are the remains of her little handy work. I'm not upset about the fact that I had to go through it. Every time I look at that phrase, I remember how the Ministry had made Dumbledore and I look like a fool. All the innocent members of the D.A. I taught were also made to write lines with a blood quill when we were caught by her."

"D.A.?" Blaise asked.

"D.A. stands for Dumbledore's Army." Harry explained.

"It was a small club that the Golden Trio created to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts correctly, since apparently Umbridge wasn't the best candidate to become the professor for that subject." Draco swallowed when he explained. He had joined the Inquisitorial Squad that year, subjected to catching anyone who openly and secretly defied Umbridge's way of thinking.

"I'm sorry." Draco whispered, bringing Harry's free hand to his lips before kissing it.

"It's alright Draco. I've forgotten about it. What's done is done. All we can do is move forward." Harry softly smiled before kissing the crown of Draco's head, loving the feeling of his soft, silky hair against his skin.

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"We have to be quiet." Petunia whispered when she entered her bedroom with one of the guardians and the little brunette witch.

"It's alright. Tesia, could you put him into a deeper sleep?" Hermione asked.

Tesia raised an eyebrow before smirking. "I can do much more than that."

She glided over towards the large man lying on the bed and watched him momentarily as he snored loudly.

"Are you quite sure he'll awake? He looks as if he could sleep like the dead. " She turned to look at the women, now divorced, before shrugging her shoulders. She placed a hand over Vernon's head, hovering it above just an inch away before tracing it over the rest of his body, ending at the tip of his toes. And soon, the snoring stopped as well as the breathing.

"What did you do?" Hermione shrieked. "I asked you to put him into a deeper sleep! Not kill the man!"

Tesia rolled her eyes. "I just put him on stasis. It will remove itself once we have leaved the vicinity – about a good mile or two away from this residence." She answered, calming the little witch down, and in turn Petunia, whose face had drained of color.

"Now you can create all the noise you want and he won't awake." She said, as if that had justified her actions to scaring them silly.

"Thanks." Hermione said dryly, before opening the suitcase. "Now, just throw everything you need in here. It'll fit I promise. This suitcase is for all your clothes, shoes and necessities. This other one," she motioned to the unopened suitcase beside the door, "is for anything of value to you. Don't worry. Nothing will break within the suitcase. I've made sure to add a charm of sorts for that. Let's get this finished up as soon as possible."

Petunia nodded her head before she threw open her wardrobe and began piling everything into the suitcase, not caring if it was orderly or messy. After emptying her wardrobe, she moved onto her dresser, followed by her bedside table. She drew open a secret compartment and pulled out all the letters, documents, and hidden money before placing them in her purse and dumping the rest into the second suitcase. Cleaning the room of her existence, Petunia moved onto the shoe rack downstairs and shoved all her shoes in.

Petunia could hardly believe it. She was finally free of Vernon and his ghastly ways. She had wanted to be rid of him ever since he had proposed to her back then, but with her envy of James Potter and Lily, she had let her pride get in the way. And soon, Dudley had entered the picture. She knew she couldn't leave Vernon then. She was just a housewife, doing household chores around the house whenever Vernon would leave for work. She'd been helping Harry with his chores whenever she could. All the chores that piled upon each other had been drowning the boy, and therefore, whenever Dudley was home, she would make him help out.

She felt her eyes brim with tears and slide down her face. Petunia knew she probably looked strange, if not a bit bizarre walking around the house crying those tears. But these tears that she were crying were tears of joy. As she walked around the house, she left the tears to dry on their own, grabbing everything that belonged to her and her family. She even took away the things Vernon had deemed to be 'his', before packing them all away in the suitcase. Finally, she was able to live the dream she wanted. She was finally able to start a new life, somewhere where she knew she would be able to have a fresh start and a family and friends that would support her. She vowed to do all she could to change the way Vernon's treatment of Harry had affected the boy. She would do all she can to redeem herself, so she would finally be able to visit James and Lily's grave without feeling guilty or envious.

Today was a day of change, and tomorrow would be the start of a brand new day.

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"I'm surprised you only have a few video games in here." Remus started, as Moony gradually calmed down. The wizard looked around the room; it had a full bookcase, a small desk where a computer sat, a small stereo on top of the dresser, a wardrobe by the doorway and a bed next to the window.

"I don't have any use for video games. Academics are way more important to me. So whenever my father or my aunt Marge buys me games as presents, I'd save one of two and give the rest away at the orphanage. I couldn't exactly give away all those large clothes, so I just donated them." Dudley shrugged as if it were no big deal.

Neville scoffed from the doorway of Dudley's room before looking away. Dudley turned his hazel eyes to look at the brunette wizard before turning away to pack. Remus dutifully opened both suitcases and explained which suitcase was for which necessity. After filling one suitcase with all his clothes, Dudley moved onto placing all his books into the next suitcase.

He stopped in front of his computer and stared.

Do wizards have Internet? Do they even have electronics? He wondered, before shrugging and unplugging the computer to place into the suitcase. After he emptied his bedroom, he walked out dragging the suitcases along with him.

"I'll hold it." Remus replied, before flicking his wands at the suitcases. It floated into the air and merrily followed the werewolf downstairs. Dudley tried to follow in suit but was stopped when Neville walked in front of him.

"You might be fooling everyone, but I know what you're like. No one pretends to bully Harry. I'll be watching you. If you put one foot out of line, I'll be there." He warned.

Dudley refrained from looking amused. Standing at five foot eleven, he was taller than Neville by about three inches. He couldn't help but notice the wizard's lithe body, dark blonde hair and those glaring chocolate brown eyes. He knew this wizard was fiercely loyal to Harry. After all, these wizards and witches go to school with Harry. Deciding not to prolong the silence, Dudley answered Neville's silent challenge.

"I have changed. I do not know why you seem to dislike me, but I heard from a little bird that Draco used to bully Harry all the time, no? If you can trust him, why can you not trust me?" Dudley chuckles, "You say you know me, yet you have only met me for the first time. Well let me tell you Neville."

Dudley backed up the Gryffindor into the wall before placing both hands beside his head.

"I have grown up in my father's shadow, groomed to be like him, to be built like him, to act like him. I will not be him if it's the last thing I do. If you cannot understand how much I loathe his actions and how he treats this family, how dare you confidently say you understand me when you can barely understand what Harry's been through?"

With that, Dudley walked past Neville whose eyebrows drew together in confusion.

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"We're ready." Petunia announced, when she finished clearly the home of almost everything they owned.

Apparently, Vernon had boasted that he earned most of their china, and various items through his hard work and earned paycheck. The house looked bare and as if no one had lived in it. Only a few pieces here and there were evidence of a person's domain.

"We best be off. The both of you need to be settled down as soon as possible. The following couple of months will be hard on you, not just all of us." Harry began.

"What do you mean?" Ron asked, slightly nervous at Harry's speech.

"We're going to teach them everything there is to know about magic." Harry simply stated.

If Hermione could stretch her smile even wider, she would. "Oh! We're going to go through the last five years of schooling!" she squealed. "I have all the books packed already back in my room. Everything we need is with me. I have all my assignments of course. Not to mention all those that were given O's but had dreadful comments about." She turned to eye Snape warily.

Severus just looked down at her with a frown before turning away, as if he had not done what the Gryffindor had said.

"Anyway, I've also got the time turner Professor McGonagall gave me back in third year – "

"Miss Granger, how is it that you have not returned the time turner back to its owner and have kept it for over two years?" Snape drawled, turning his attention back to the Gryffindor.

"She allowed me to use it for academic purposes. I've been using it for the past two years. How else would I have so many classes?" She said snootily, unafraid of the potions master.

Severus's eyebrows went past his hairline before he turned and walked away.

"Oh, he's going to remember this and give you hell during the school year now 'Mione." Ron whispered.

"By the way, I snagged extra time turners while we were at the Ministry." Hermione whispered.

"What?!" Ron and Harry looked at her like they've never seen her before.

"That's twice the both of you have looked at me like that within a year. Is it really that surprising that I would do such a thing?"

"Yes!" The teens echoed. Hermione Jean Granger, the smartest witch of all time, the witch that follows the rules and puts authority first and foremost had done the complete opposite.

"She's acting more Slytherin than the both of you compared." Theo laughed; this caused the rest of the teens to burst out laughing.

"Oh, it's nice to have a good laugh now and then. To laugh so freely helps tons." Pansy replied, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Well, like I said. We'll be going through the last five years worth of work. Time turners that Hermione swiped,"

"Borrowed!" she hissed.

"Swiped," Harry continued looking at his female best friend with an amused expression "would help us with this. We just have to plan it carefully and accordingly so we don't meet up with our future selves. Once we're done with all five years. We're going to move onto sixth year and hopefully seventh year. I want to be prepared for anything Dumbledore's going to throw at us. So learning advanced spells and charms would help us loads."

"Why do I feel like you've got a plan up your sleeve?" Blaise said.

"That's because he does." Draco replied.

"The first plan that he's actually planned out that did not require Ron to strategize for him." Hermione quipped, earning a glare from the Boy Who Lived.

"Oh please Harry. Enough of that, you know you Gryffindors always run into a situation head first. It's more fight first, ask questions later for the lot of you." Crystal reminded.

"Yeah, well my plan will be brilliant!" Harry argued. "We're going to enroll Dudley and Tom into Hogwarts. With all of us together, there's no way we won't have Dumbledore down on his knees, begging for mercy."

The room was stunned into silence by the teen's speech. Taking over Hogwarts? Who ever thought of such a thing? Even Dudley was stunned at the teen's transformation.

"What's with the silence?" Sirius asked, as he bounced into the room followed by Remus, Lucius and the rest of the adults.

"Harry just had –"

"An epiphany of some sorts." The twins said, still staring at the mentioned teen.

"Would you care to elaborate?" Tom asked.

"Well, it had to do with Dudley and you Tom." Luna replied airily. "But first, we must leave. I fear something will happen soon if we do not leave in the next ten minutes."

With the blond Ravenclaw's warning in mind, the group hastily gathered in the middle of the four guardians before they were whisked away by the growing mist.

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Several pops accumulated before 4 Privet Drive before a cat's meow was heard.

"Albus, I have been waiting for you for quite some time. What was so important that you would be late to your own appointment?" Professor McGonagall wondered.

"Alas Minerva, it's the years that's been catching up to me. I couldn't help but reminisce about that one time we've first brought Harry here."

"Yes, if I remember correctly, I was strongly against your belief that Harry would grow up a fine young man here. With these muggles no less." The Head of Gryffindor sniffed, looking at the Headmaster through her glasses.

"Harry has grown up a fine young man indeed. Even in the hands of this family. You know James and Lily would have wanted it." He lightly scolded her.

"I believe Lily has told us repeated, including James, that we were not to bring Harry into their care. They would not and did not understand magic. It is enough that the sister hates anything magic, but to hate her own blood? It's madness Albus."

"Minerva, do not worry. We're only coming here to do a light check on the boy."

"Nothing seems to be amiss while I was here. Everything is quiet. The ward has not been tampered with. I don't see why you needed to personally attend to them tonight. Is there something you think will happen Albus?"

"Nothing that is of importance Minerva." Albus replied. "It is nice to take time out of worrying about the school to tend to young Harry."

"I've been here for about an hour Albus. Nothing is wrong. We should leave before the neighborhood watch comes by." McGonagall warned.

"Yes, we should." The Headmaster was unable to persuade the Transfiguration professor to give him time to check on Harry, even for a minute. And so, the two apparated from Surrey just as the neighborhood watch drew closer to 4 Privet Drive.

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"Luna, could you tell us why you needed us gone so soon?"

"We were finished with our business there. There was no need to spend extra time at the residence."

"Is there any reason why?"

"Dumbledore appeared. Professor McGonagall has been there just ten minutes after we entered the home. Of course, I had Egidio, Alandair, Macaire, Tesia and myself to hide our presence so nothing was out of the ordinary. "

"You should have warned us!" Goyle exclaimed.

"What if we were caught?" Crabbe added.

"There was no need to panic. This is why I didn't inform you of their visit. Your franticness might have wasted us more time to leave the residence." The blond turned sharp gray blue eyes at the two Slytherins before her gaze turned dreamy.

"It's nice to finally have some peace and quiet." She smiled before skipping out of the foyer.

"Well, about that plan you were talking about that involved your… cousin and I? Would you care to elaborate?" Tom asked.

"Of course." Harry smiled, leading them into the drawing room and settling down onto the couch. Blaise and Draco settled down in suit, one on either side of the Gryffindor as if in support. Ron and Hermione couldn't look miffed at the sight seeing as how they had now become another set of supports for Harry – best friend supporters, while Blaise and Draco had become somewhat of a 'lover supporters'.

The lion began as soon as everyone had settled down into an empty seat.

"I was thinking that in order to take down Dumbledore, we have to take away things that are most important to him. For example, Hogwarts."

"Hey, don't take my idea." Tom scowled, crossing his arms.

"Besides Hogwarts, there's his supporting fans, you know his support base amongst the light side. I don't think we have to worry much about the Ministry. Lucius already has a hand in that. Plus, Minister Fudge doesn't seem to put Dumbledore on such a high pedestal. It's only about himself in fact. I intend to have Fudge removed from his position as well. We need someone suitable as Minster. I can't have someone who's bias against other creatures and half bloods, muggleborns or whatnot. Half-bloods are just as strong as purebloods, if not stronger. I think Tom, Hermione and I are perfect examples of that. Remus is strong as well. It's just his werewolf problem that makes him unable to find a job in the Wizarding World. It's just so unfair!"

"Harry, Harry. Calm down." Draco cooed, rubbing Harry's arm. Blaise took Harry's hand and rubbed the back of it to calm the angry Gryffindor. It wouldn't do to have a strong angry lion amongst them.

"Plus, you don't count anymore as a Half-Blood remember? You're a pureblood now. You're one of us." Blaise added, reminding Harry of his newly updated blood status.

"Yes, I know. But I still hold Tom and Hermione in high regards to my little speech. I believe you guys understand my point of view."

"Quite." Severus replied.

"So how were you planning on taking over Hogwarts?"

"We'll take over it from the inside, just us teens, while the adults take over on the outside. You know, we'll deal with all the house unions, including Uncle Snape, while the adults deal with the Ministry in removing Dumbledore from his position."

"And how do you plan on getting your cousin and I into Hogwarts?"

"We're going to change your appearance. Amazing what a glamour spell can do isn't it Tom?"

Tom looked at the emerald eye boy dryly. "You don't suspect that Dumbledore would be able to look through my glamour? He's noted to be the most powerful wizard of the century."

"Oh please. He didn't even know you were under Quirrell's turban back in first year. He didn't bother to check Lockhart's credentials second year. He didn't know where Sirius was while he was on Hogwarts grounds third year. He didn't know Alastor Moody was in fact Barty Crouch Jr polyjuiced during fourth year and he couldn't even kick Umbridge out of Hogwarts last year. What makes you think he'll be able to see through your glamour?" Harry asked.

"The kid's got a point." Sirius smirked.

"Quiet you." Remus snapped, cuffing his best friend across the head.

"Very well then. We'll go with a glamour charm for me. But, how are you going to get Dudley into Hogwarts? The child doesn't even have magic."

"Oh Luna!"

"Yes Harry?" The Ravenclaw had immediately skipped into the room a mere second after Harry had called out for her.

"You said Dudley had somewhat of a wonky shaped block on him correct? The same as Aunt Petunia had?"

"Yes. I'm glad someone was listening. I was wondering when someone would pick up on that and ask me about it."

"So, would you mind dearly to take off his block so we can get started?"

"Started? Tonight? I think we should start tomorrow don't you think Harry? It's been quite an eventful evening, not to mention an eventful day." Pansy reminded him.

"Very well. I suppose we could get started tomorrow. But we have to get through as much material as possible in order for Dudley to catch up to us. I want Dumbledore out of that school as soon as possible." Harry said, determined.

"Carry on Luna." Draco nodded.

Luna repeated the same process done to Petunia over to Dudley and soon she stumbled onto the chair besides Hermione.

"All done." She replied airily. "Now, if anyone needs me. I'll be in my room."

The group watched as the Ravenclaw slowly walked out of the drawing room.

"Does anyone else have any questions?" Harry asked.

"Young one. You have decided your entire summer schedule, yet you must remember you have your birthday in about a week's time. Surely you remember your, what you wizards call, a magical inheritance?"

"Of course I didn't forget Egidio. I was just merely setting a pace for our summer. Having it all planned out first would help for the future."

"Alright. Who are you?"

"And what have you done to Harry Potter?" The twins questioned.

"Guys, stop messing around. We got to get everything done. Besides, the twins don't go to Hogwarts anymore after that fireworks display remember? We've got to get all the help we can get."

"We still have to buy them their wands Harry." Ron added.

"Oh right. Hm.. What about this. We teach Petunia and Dudley all about the theory work – you know, the subjects that do not require a wand and after we've finished with that, we'll go from there."

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but my Lord, isn't Karkaroff the Headmaster of Durmstrang? Perhaps, it would be easier to enter Hogwarts through a letter from the Headmaster himself." Lucius cut in.

"Lucius, are you saying we're to pay a visit to the one who ratted out my fellow Death Eaters, have him write up two letters concerning Dudley and my transfer to Hogwarts? If so, I think you have the right idea coming." Tom grinned. "I think it is also time to take a little visit to Karkaroff – see he doesn't put a foot out of line."

"Since that's all settled, let's show the two of you to your rooms. Pippy! Cora! Please show the …" Lucius paused, wondering as to how to address the two guests.

"Evans." Petunia supplied.

"Yes…" Lucius spared them a glance before continuing to order the house elves. "Please show the Evans to their rooms. They'll be staying here for the time being."

"Yes Master Malfoy." The house elves chorused before snapping their fingers and leading the two new witch and wizard and their floating suitcases towards their rooms.

"I believe sleep is now in order." Draco cleared his throat, eyeing the now drowsy Harry Potter.

"'M not tired." The teen slurred before slumping against Draco's left arm.

"I believe you are." Draco responded, before picking Harry up bridal style. Not a complaint left the tired boy's mouth.

"Good night. We'll see you all tomorrow for breakfast." Draco said, leaving.

Blaise could only look on from his seat as Harry was carried out of the room. "Good night Harry." He called out. He was returned a slurred, but distinguishable "Good night Blaise."

"If you need rooms to stay, we have open ones." Lucius said, directing his comment towards the four guardians who were standing quietly by the wall. Egidio nodded his thanks before the four disappeared from the room.

"It's been quite a long night. We'll see you kids bright and early tomorrow morning." Sirius said, as he stretched.

"That's if you can even get up that early." Remus snorted before he left.

"I think that sums up the evening. Good night all." Tom declared before he strolled from the room.

And that brought about several 'good nights' and 'sleep tights' from the rest of the group before they dispersed into their own rooms for a well-rested sleep.

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After his bedroom door closed, Draco walked towards his bed to lay Harry down. He winced when the coldness of his silky sheets awoken the Gryffindor from his drowsy state.

"Draco?" Harry murmured.

The Slytherin hushed him, "Go back to sleep Harry."

"I'm just waiting for you to ask me a few questions. Then I'll go back to sleep." The lion replied.

The blond didn't know where to start. Questions floated and flitted around his mind, but he knew what Harry had planned out for them was planned through confidence and strategic planning. Who cares if the boy was terrible at Wizards' Chess?

"How are you feeling about all this?" Draco licked his lips, awaiting an answer.

Harry released a soft laugh. "You seem more nervous about my answer than I do. But, since you asked, I guess I'm feeling a bit unresponsive."

"Why's that?"

"Everything, since the day I was born, was either 'fated to be' or 'destined' for me. Though, I don't know how living with him and his familycould have been written in stone." Those emerald eyes crinkled in false amusement.

"You know Dumbledore had orchestrated this entire plan since the beginning. Even before you were born, he had already separated the sisterhood between your mother and your aunt." Draco amended.

"Yes, I suppose it's just an old man's want for power and glory that drove him to become this. After all, if the Wizarding World believes Dumbledore to be the most powerful wizard of all times, why does a child have to save the Magical Community? Just because of a mere prophecy?"

"I agree. I always believed that you yourself would choose your own destiny, your own fate through your own choices. Though, I was too much of a coward to actually attempt anything but to listen and follow my father's orders. Did you know, he only did what he had to in order to keep me away from my mother?"

"No, I only thought he had groomed you to be the heir of the Malfoy line."

"Well yes, that too. But, his lessons would always be during times she'd be home. He would never leave me alone with her, not for a single minute. Father warned me before you know, back when I was child. He told me to be wary of Narcissa."

"Narcissa? You're calling your mother that now?"

"I believe it's appropriate for her to be called as such. She does not deserve to be called my mother. She only carried me the full nine months before she birthed me. Not a single care was given to me from her. Dobby was my only other friend at home. He took care of me whenever my mother wouldn't. He even took the blame for me whenever I'd done something wrong. I owe him so much."

"Dobby." Harry whispered, before a pop was heard and the mentioned house elf arrived in the middle of the bedroom.

"Masters Draco and Harry Potter! What can Dobby be doing for Masters?"

Draco bent down to Dobby's level and looked him straight in the eyes. Dobby's eyes widened with something akin to surprise and astonishment. Never had any wizard of such an upbringing, never mind any magical being, lower themselves to the levels of the house elf.

"Thank you so much for everything Dobby, for taking care of me, for taking the blame for me. For everything, I am truly grateful."

Dobby's eyes widened even further before a whimper left his quivering lips. "Dobby be helping Master Draco since he was a boy! Dobby still do it now! Even if Master Draco is no longer my master!"

"I'll pay you for your assistance. Are you still unemployed?"

"No payment! Master Draco does not need to pay Dobby! Dobby be working with the Hogwarts elves! Working hard every day Dobby does! Dobby enjoys himself!" The house elf vigorously nodded his head, his floppy ears flapping wildly.

"Well Dobby. We'll make a deal with you." Harry said, jumping into the conversation.

"Deal? What deal does Masters be making with Dobby?" The house elf wondered.

"We'll pay you. Five galleons each." Draco started.

"Make it ten." Harry interrupted.

"Alright. We'll pay you ten galleons each for your loyal services to the Malfoy family and to the Potter family for the future." Draco continued. "If you accept that is."

"Oh, Dobby be most happy! Dobby be working for Masters Draco again! And even Dobby's favorite Mister Harry Potter sir! Dobby does not need payment! No, Dobby does not." The house elf feverishly denied all sorts of payment.

"Please Dobby. It's the least we can do for you. I hear you also have a special someone you wish to spend the rest of your life with." Harry smiled, eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

If house elves could blush, Dobby would be tomato red. But the house elf only settled for looking bashfully at the ground, turning left and right with hands clasped together.

"'Tis true sir! I be meeting a nice house elf. She be Winky sir! She be working in Hogwarts!" Dobby squealed happily.

"She sounds nice Dobby. Why don't you bring her over here?" Harry asked.

"Yes sir!" Dobby grinned widely before popping off to find Winky.

"Really Harry. Did you want to get this settled before we went off to bed?" Draco asked.

"Of course. You'll never find a more fierce and more loyal house elf than Dobby." Harry boasted.

"That's nice. I suppose we can get the both of them to work for us." Draco assented.

"With payment!" Harry added.

"With payment." Draco agreed.

A loud pop was heard before two house elves appeared.

"This be Winky sirs!" Dobby stated proudly, moving out of Harry and Draco's line of vision.

They spotted a nervous house elf, who seemed to be wringing her hands together in anxiousness.

"Hello there Winky. There's no need to be nervous. We'd just like to ask you and Dobby some questions." Harry said softly, trying to calm the house elf down.

"Yes sirs! Winky be glad to answer any of yous questions!" she piped up.

"How are you with house work Winky?" Draco asked.

"Winky be doing the cleaning, the dusting, the laundry! Winky be doing it well! Winky also be cooking from time to time! Caring for children is what Winky does best sirs!" she replied enthusiastically.

"Good, that's very good." Draco nodded his approval.

"Winky, Draco and I, we would like to ask if you and Dobby would like to be bonded to us as our family house elves." Harry said, popping the question.

Winky's eyes grew wide with surprise, but not as wide as Dobby's and not nearly as wet as Dobby's.

"Oh! Winky be doing her best for Harry Potter sir! Winky be doing her best for the young Lord Malfoy toos! Winky would be happy!"

"Well? How about you Dobby?" Harry asked.

"Dobby would be honored Harry Potter sir! Dobby be helping both the young Lord Malfoy and young Lord Potter! Dobby accepts!"

"But, there are several conditions." Harry stated.

"Several conditions?" Draco turned to look at Harry, confused by the sudden turn of events.

"Yes, several conditions." Harry stressed, looking pointedly at his boyfriend.

Dobby and Winky looked back and forth between the two wizards, wondering what they could be communicating about through just their eyes.

"We will accept you as our house elves on these conditions." Harry began, gaining both house elves' attention.

"First, you must be paid for your work, five galleons a week. No, this does not mean Harry and I will be letting you go." Draco quickly explained, when he saw Winky's ears droop to the ground. "I merely believe that you should be paid for all your hard work. So that is condition one."

"Condition two, you will have two day's worth of break every month for a total of twenty four days off per year." Harry added. "You can use these days freely, individually, together, or straight through. So if you wish to visit others, friends or anyone, you may with these free days."

"Condition three, Harry and I have come to an agreement that you both can have two week's worth of vacation per year." Draco included. "However, if any strenuous circumstances were to occur, you will be able to ask us to allow for extra days off. We will not be docking your pay or anything."

Winky looked at the two wizards with disbelief in her eyes as they threw out term after term for working for them. She turned to look at Dobby to see if he was just as surprised as she, only to find that the house elf was staring transfixed at the two teens.

"Condition four," Harry began and Winky quickly turned her head to pay attention, "you cannot punish yourself if you do something wrong. I don't like seeing anyone hurting, so punishment is not permitted. You will only get off with a light scolding, and that will be all."

"As punishment?" Winky asked as clarification.

"As punishment." Harry clarified.

"Condition five you will each be given rooms to sleep in. Not cupboards, not closets, but a room each – approved by us. We will supply you with the necessities, such as the beds, closets, drawers, clothes – anything that we deem that you might need, we shall get for you. We do not want you to spend your first payments buying things when it can be given to you. Understood?"

The house elves nodded their heads.

"Condition six is the most important." Draco said. "If we have children, or there are any children about. If the situation is dire, you will take the children to safety. No ifs ands or buts. You will take them to safety and care for them until we come to fetch you."

Harry looked around the room before remembering the fake galleons that were loaded into his suitcase during fifth year for the D.A. club. He summoned his bag to his side, and removed four galleons.

"Here." He gave two to each of the house elves. "Guard these with your life. These fake galleons will be our means of communication if you and the children are all separated. We will alert you if we come to fetch you and you can alert us if there are anything that poses as a threat to the children. We will come to your assistance as soon as we can, but you must protect the children to the best of your ability." Harry said gravely.

Both his and Draco's words reverberated through the house elves' mind, committing themselves to memory.

"Do you promise us this?" Draco questioned once more. "If you do, we shall accept you as our house elves, for the Malfoy family, the Black family, the Potter family and many others."

Nodding their heads, Winky and Dobby expressed their acceptance with the terms and conditions before Draco and Harry took out their wands.

"I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy family name –"

"I, Harry James Potter, heir to the Potter family name, heir to the Evans family name, heir to the Black family name, heir to the Perverall family name, and heir to the Gryffindor family name –"

"Hereby proclaim Dobby and Winky to be bonded to us in servitude and loyalty. To be bound to us by trust and mutual agreement, we declare Winky and Dobby our family house elves." The wizards said in unison.

"We accept sirs!" The house elves chimed.

A bright shimmering light increased in brightness from the tip of the teens' wands – one emitting a bright yellow color, the other a bright blue color. However, the glowing strands that came from the wands were silver and green – signifying the union of magic between Draco and Harry.

It circled the two flustered house elves before it cocooned them within its magic. It turned into a spiraling tower of silver and green color before the last of it was pulled from the wizards' wands with the ends a glowing yellow and blue color. Finally, all magic stopped when the house elves had finished their grand transformation.

The house elves had clothes that were tailored to fit their body, yet it was loose enough to allow movement. Dobby had on a black colored shirt, with a silver colored satin waistcoat over it, embroidered with a mixture of all six family emblems that soon changed into a Pegasus with a tattoo of a lightning bolt on its body hovering over a span of water. The final touch was a deep green velvet bowtie around his collar. Down his waist were trousers, a pair of black shoes finished the look.

Winky had on a black dress with ruffles underneath, accompanied by an apron tied around the waist. A velvet choker was sitting around her neck, with an emerald gem attached; behind the gem was engraved the same emblem as Dobby's. Sitting on top of her head was a lace headband, magically placed so it wouldn't fall off no matter how much she moved with it on until she removed it herself. Wearing thigh-high stockings, Winky's outfit was finished with similar black shoes, though hers were flat.

"You guys look great!" Harry exclaimed.

"We'll get you the rest of your uniform tomorrow when we return to Gringotts." Draco informed the house elves through their loud exclamations of happiness to be bounded by such wonderful young Lords.

"It's getting late. We'll choose your rooms for you tomorrow, but until then please try to find somewhere comfortable to rest. You can begin your chores tomorrow morning. I believe we'll be down by eight." Harry said.

"Their schedule Harry…" Draco reminded him.

"Oh yes! So, we'll be waking up for breakfast at eight in the morning. Lunch, unless we're dining outside will be around noon. Tea should be around three in the afternoon. Please serve us some even if we're not together as a group. Dinner should be around seven in the evening. After that, if there are no more requests, you may rest for the evening. I don't believe anyone will be calling after ten at night, but if so, please help them." Harry said, reciting their schedules to them.

"What Harry seems to be forgetting is that we require you to tell us in advance whenever you will be taking a day off or taking your vacation." Draco added.

"Ah yes, how could I forget. Well, if there are no more questions, you are relieved for the night. Good night Dobby, good night Winky." Harry dismissed.

"Good night young master Draco, young master Harry." Both were gone with a soft pop before Harry settled back down under the sheets.

"That was eventful." Draco replied as he moved to change into his pajamas. "Harry, aren't you going to change?"

"'M tired." The teen mumbled.

Draco gave an exasperated sigh before, with a swish of his wand, he switched Harry's day clothes into pajamas. Settling his wand beside Harry's on top of the dresser, he snuggled in underneath the sheets before wrapping Harry in his arms and giving him a loving kiss on the crown of his head.

"Good night Harry."

"I think we did well Draco." Harry yawned before moving in closer and falling asleep.

"Yeah, I think we did too." Came the response before the room was in total silence.

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"Egidio, what do you think?" Macaire asked.

"He has… the right intentions. That is for sure. However, he also has another side to him. I do not know if it is from his split personality, but his actions are between the two."

"Do we not need him pure and untainted before he goes through the transformation?" asked Tesia.

"Do not be a fool Tesia." Alandair shook his head. "Of course he needs to be pure and untainted. He cannot get to his full potential unless it were so."

"Alandair's correct. We have to do everything we can to keep him from doing anything any further."

"But we do not know what the boy is thinking. It is impossible and the consequences will be dire if we try to go against his wishes."

"It does not matter now. All that happens after he inherits the –"

"Enough. We will worry about that later." Egidio ordered, three fourths of the guardians cowed by the authoritative tone in his voice.

"So we just stand and do nothing?" Alandair grumbled, annoyance imminent in his voice.

"It cannot be helped. We are not allowed to have contact with them until after the process is complete."

"Too late for that now." Tesia scoffed.

"If someone hadn't been nosy, we wouldn't have gotten into this mess." Alandair rolled his eyes.

"Are you insinuating that this entire catastrophe has been my fault?" Macaire asked, aghast at the idea.

"He isn't denying it." Tesia said in a singsong voice.

Alandair glared at the female guardian through fuchsia orbs. He growled before hearing his mate huff in annoyance.

"Well?" Macaire repeated, demanding an answer. He wasn't particularly angry at his mate. He knew he was at fault when they were only allowed to watch the small group from the shadows. Yet when the young ones, the ones who were older than the actual young ones, were unable to detect and understand the Greek language, he was unable to help himself from speaking up. Sometimes he cursed his big mouth; he just couldn't help it. If it was something no one understood, he just had to open his mouth to explain it to the ignorant fools.

"I do not blame you in particular. You couldn't help it when you spoke out of turn." Alandair replied, trying to sooth his mate by combing through his silvery white hair.

Tesia snickered behind her bangs, while Egidio looked away amused. His mate just looked scandalized. Alandair wondered why they were acting the way they were until he backtracked what he had just said.

"No! Macaire, my heart. I did not mean it that way!" He said, trying to diffuse the annoyance that had risen from his mate.

"I do not see any other way that you would have meant it." The white haired guardian growled before turning away from his dark haired mate.

"I just meant you felt the need to inform others of your knowledge."

"So now you're calling me a bossy know-it-all who doesn't know how to keep their mouth shut?" The guardian bared his fangs before dissipating into the air.

Only then did Tesia and Egidio let out a laugh, though Egidio did so behind his hand. Tesia did not care for public scrutiny, therefore she laughed as hard as she had. When she had toned down to snickering, she gaffed once more at the expression Alandair still wore on his face before breaking down into more laughter.

A sliver of white mist appeared in the middle between the three guardians before Macaire's agitated voice was heard.

"You are not to enter my room! You are not to enter my bed! You shall sleep alone for as long as I am angry at you!"

Then as quick as it came, the white mist disappeared, leaving a gobsmacked Alandair.

"My dear friend, I believe you have a lot of begging to do." Tesia replied wiping away her tears as she readjusted her bow and quiver of arrows.

Egidio could only clear his throat and look away guiltily from his student. He should not have laughed at him, yet the situation was too hilarious to keep from reacting. He'll talk to Macaire in the morning to help diffuse the tension between the couple. That was what he thought before giving Alandair a pat on the shoulder.

"We should rest up for tonight. You can join me in my room. I shall take the couch."

"But Egidio! I cannot – I will not –"

"No, I insist. You can and you will. I will not have it any other way. And that is final." He added when he saw Alandair open his mouth to refuse his order.

"Come, we must rest for tomorrow. It has only been a couple of days, yet being around the young ones has tired me out so."

And with that, the three guardians left to bed.

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"Sirius, must you enter my personal chambers without my permission? I see that still hasn't changed over the last two and a half decades." Lucius sneered as he crossed his arms to look at the animagus before him.

"I will not stop until you hear me out Lucius. You know I'm such a stubborn and hardheaded Gryffindor like that." Sirius replied.

"Yes, I do know that. I also know that you have your families' Slytherin cunningness and ambition. The Slytherin combination with your Gryffindor tendencies is horrid."

The silence was deafening. Sirius did not know how to begin. So while he was forming his words, Lucius looked over at him, studying him.

It had been two and a half decades since they've known each other. Unlike the most common and believed notion that Sirius and Lucius had met through Hogwarts, only a select few were privy to the fact that Sirius and Lucius had been best friends since they were five years old. Twenty-five years since they've known each other: the first five of those years being best friends whom shared secrets with each other, the next five years being in a relationship, afterwards thirteen of those years with the knowledge that Sirius was imprisoned in Azkaban, and finally two years since Sirius had escaped the prison that's warded just a tight as Gringotts if not even tighter.

"If you have nothing to say," Lucius started, breaking the silence, "I think it's best for you to leave my quarters. It has been an exhausting day and I would like my rest."

Sirius turned pained gray eyes at him, meeting his own silvery gray eyes. He was unable to break away from his gaze, knowing that if he did, he would've showed Sirius that he was weak – weak to what they had had all those years ago.

Lucius stood up to lead the animagus from his room. He walked by only to be stopped by a soft but firm grip on his wrist. Looking first at the hand before he slowly looked at Sirius's face, tired and worn from all those years in Azkaban, he could only swallow his emotions before looking away.

But Sirius saw. Oh did he see all that emotion swirling around in those beautiful silver gray eyes. Swallowing his nerves down, he slowly tugged Lucius to him – slow enough that would allow the blonde to pull away if he wanted to resist. But the blonde hadn't resisted and so with another tug, he wrapped his arms around Lucius, breathing in the scent that he had missed so much, that he had imagined all those years in Azkaban.

Contrary to most belief, the only thing that sustained Sirius, the only thing that kept him going was the knowledge that Lucius had still loved him. The blond Slytherin had loved Sirius even when Sirius had told him the news – the news that separated them before they had graduated, the news that had changed their entire relationship. Sirius played and replayed those happy memories of Lucius and himself as he was kept behind the walls of Azkaban. With all those happy memories, it was able to sustain him, to keep the Dementors away and to keep his sanity from slipping like the prisoners in the cells far far below him.

"I'm sorry." Sirius choked out, tightening his arms around the blonde's figure.

Lucius could only shake his head, not wanting the animagus to go any further. He tentatively maneuvered his arms around Sirius's body before gripping the cloth he wore. This small action, this willing notion proved to Sirius that Lucius still had feelings for him, still cared for him and more importantly, had still loved him all these years.

"I'm sorry." The animagus repeated over and over softly, within the ears of his beloved.

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AnnaKuznesova01: Thank you for the comment! I actually have a hard time writing. It is probably due to my terrible grammar and my lack of creativity! There's also a probability that it has to do with me not having a 'Beta'. I'm assuming that's what writers call someone who checks over the work? I don't know, but I do the checking over myself. Other than that, I'm glad that you enjoyed the chapter and the story!

Kittykate2203: I understand what you're saying. Blaise was kind of an afterthought after I had created several chapters of the story already! So, it would be kind of awkward for me to just have Blaise jumping directly into the relationship. I'll be having him slowly integrating himself, possibly not too slowly, or else the relationship will seem like it is at a standstill. However, I definitely want a Harry x Draco x Blaise three-way relationship. There was also another reviewer that wrote to me about this shaky relationship idea I had and I recommended Rise of the Drackens by StarLight_Massacre. It is actually more than a three way relationship between the three characters I have. Personally I'd recommend reading it, because I enjoyed it myself. So have a go at it! I think you'd like it very much.

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Kemet's Queen: I know what you mean! I've read many stories where all three Dursleys were just horrible to Harry, and I thought maybe two out of the three will be better accustomed to treating Harry better. Since Vernon is a major, major obstacle in Harry's development, I saw him as the person to keep as the one who treats Harry badly.

Hey all! Wow, this chapter actually took me a quick time to finish! I was thinking about making Chapter 13 the whole Thanksgiving Special Chapter! Sadly, in this story, Thanksgiving has not arrived yet… Still in July thank you very much!

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