"Harry?"
Looking up from the book he was skimming through he smiled as he noticed Neville looked at him bemused.
"Hmm?"
"You aren't paying attention."
It was the Monday after what was now referred to by the students as the Shock Wave incident and Harry was sitting in the Potions classroom.
He was supposed to be making a potion with Neville, but instead his mind had drifted away to the events of the last few days.
Neville had returned the day before, his good mood vaporising upon learning what had happened and he had immediately called Harry on his mirror, asking if Sirius was all right, before raging over Molly Weasley's actions, to their dorm mates' amusement.
Arthur Weasley had requested a meeting with Sirius, which entirely unusually, had taken place at the Ministry that same Sunday, as Sirius had refused to be the reason the students missed even more classes.
They had agreed that instead of pressing charges, Molly would be confined to her house, unable to leave for whatever reason without Arthur's permission. Her communication restricted and Arthur would train the old house owl not to deliver post for her any more.
Her restricted communication included that she was unable to contact those Sirius considered family and the twins were honoured to learn that apparently they fell into that category after their father contacted them to inform them of a Howler their mother had send to them for their actions.
Fred and George thought it was hilarious that it had been redirected back at their mother due to the restrictions and had exploded into her face.
And to make matters even worse for her, Arthur, as a further punishment, had requested that Kreacher would live full time with Molly as he had been staying at Hogwarts since Grimmauld Place had been destroyed. Sirius agreed that the elf would do the groceries for her once a week for a small fee.
Something that amused Harry, the twins and the Marauders immensely as they knew the elf would curse and grumble at Molly all day long, and since Sirius was still his master she would be unable to order him around except to get groceries once a week.
It got the elf off Sirius' back and even though Ron was horrified to think of going back the next summer to the company of the vile creature again, Ginny thought it was a brilliant trick.
Unknown to the younger Weasleys and Arthur, Sirius planned to deposit the small fee paid for the loan of Kreacher directly back into their own Vault. Explaining his actions to the twins by saying that their father shouldn't be punished for his wife's actions.
"Harry, care to tell us where your mind is? Because it certainly is not in this classroom."
Startled Harry looked up again, into the dark brown eyes of Andromeda Tonks, ignoring the chuckles from his classmates.
"Sorry And-Professor. I wasn't paying attention."
"So I noticed. What were you thinking about?"
"What happened last week," he admitted quietly.
The dark eyes softened, making the stern face change drastically.
"Do try to stay with the lesson. I would hate to be mauled by Sirius because his son is missing a few limbs due to not paying attention to his potion. And then for my remains to be torn to pieces by Remus for upsetting him."
"Sorry And-Professor," Harry snorted, fighting to keep a smile from his face at her words.
"For the sake of keeping my limbs intact, do keep your attention to what you are doing," she winked at him, her long black robes sweeping against his table as her heels carried her further through the classroom.
"I tried to warn you," Neville shot him an apologetic smile.
"I know, thanks. "
"You know, she is completely different from what I had expected," Dean leaned in from the table beside them.
"In a good way," Seamus leaned forward to look past his Potions partner and grin at them before they both quickly leaned over their book again as Professor Tonks turned, shooting them a questioning look.
Harry smiled as he leaned over his book again, too, reading the next instructions.
Andromeda Tonks had barged through the front doors yesterday afternoon, news of Molly's actions having reached her through her daughter. And nothing McGonagall said could mollify her until she had actually seen Sirius for herself, the man returning with Remus from the Ministry shortly after she had arrived.
It had been hilarious to see Remus, who had stood before Voldemort without a hint of fear, flinch and back away as the woman berated him for not informing her of yet another attack on her little cousin before she had begun to fuss over Sirius.
It had also spurred her into announcing she would begin teaching the very next day as she refused to stand by while her boy was repeatedly hurt within these supposedly safe walls, ignoring Sirius' spluttering that he was fine.
Needless to say, the students had been looking forward to the next day, curious to how the woman would be while teaching.
And they were not let down so far. Harry had only met her once before, when he had joined Neville to meet her. His first impression had been of a strict looking, tall, strong and proud woman, and the patrician beauty that seemed to be common for the Black family present.
But she was friendly and kind, something the others came to realise as they had nervously entered the classroom, only to be put at ease by her calm presence and easy teaching. It was not as unorthodox as Sirius' lessons usually were, but it put them at ease as she had set a simple potion for them to brew while she walked around to get to know them a little.
"You know, it is a good thing we are brewing a potion that cannot actually explode," the amusement in Neville's voice made him realise he had once again become lost in thoughts.
Realising Neville had taken over completely and had finished the last step already Harry sighed.
"Sorry."
"A lot has happened with Sirius in the last two weeks, so I'm not surprised your mind is on other things," Neville smiled.
"Yeah," Harry sighed before he smiled."He's not alone though, Remus and he are tackling Defence together now."
"It's a good thing Professor Ted began to teach early, too. I don't know how well Professor Lupin would've handled being separated from Sirius right now," Neville commented softly.
"Not well," Harry answered honestly.
It was true. Ted Tonks had arrived just before dinner with suitcases, having anticipated his wife's actions. He had immediately assured Remus that he'd begin teaching History of Magic first thing in the morning, something Harry knew the man would be enormously thankful for as he'd been unwilling to leave Sirius alone to teach while he was still so unhinged.
Not to mention that it eased Harry's own worries about his godfather, knowing the two friends were together, especially the first few days.
Their first lesson that morning had been with Professor Ted as he'd decided he'd be called to avoid confusion, and Harry had found that Tonks had inherited most of her personality from her father, who was easy going and had the same sense of humour as his daughter. His soft voice not at all causing drowsiness among the students, captivating their attention as easily as Remus had done.
"All right class, it is almost time so bottle your potions and bring it forward before cleaning your supplies away," Professor Tonks' voice called out and Harry gave Neville a filled phial before cleaning everything away, ignoring the protest of his potions partner.
"You did all of the hard work so the least I can do is the clean-up," Harry explained, sending Neville to the front desk.
When he returned Harry was just finished and as the bell rang they quickly bid Professor Tonks a nice day and joined the others.
Making their way to the Great Hall for lunch Dean spoke up.
"So what did you guys think about Professor Tonks' lesson?"
"She certainly knows what she is doing and is a good teacher, but she's not Professor Sirius," Lavender responded.
"She is better than Snape has ever been, but you are right. I liked Professor Sirius more, too," Parvati agreed.
"I have to admit I was slightly apprehensive when she arrived yesterday, despite the Professor's preparation."
"Because she is a Black from birth?" Ron asked.
"No, because she looked so strict and well...pure-blood," Parvati admitted.
"Professor Sirius is a pure-blood too, you know," Dean snorted.
"Yeah, but he hardly looks like one. He doesn't have the aristocratic air that she has. Like..." Parvati trailed off as she searched for the right word.
"Like we are far beneath her. She is nice though, despite the arrogant look," Lavender finished for her.
"Are you sure you both don't simply prefer Professor Sirius because he's dashing, young and fun?" Seamus teased.
"Professor Tonks is not exactly bad looking herself," Parvati laughed.
"She's very good looking," Seamus readily agreed. "But that is almost a standard for Black descendants. Professor Sirius has this extra air about him that brings him beyond good looking."
"He's extremely good looking, but it is his incredibly warm aura that draws people to him and makes him more beautiful than any of his relatives could ever hope to be."
"I don't think any guy appreciates being called beautiful, Nev," Harry chuckled, making Neville colour.
"Attractive then?" Lavender offered with a dreamy glint in her eyes.
"You do realise it is my godfather you are drooling about, right?" Harry noted, not the least bit disturbed by their conversation.
"Oh come on, do you find Professor Tonks more attractive, then?" Parvati asked.
"And that Professor Tonks is my cousin," Harry added, laughing at her startled expression.
"How did we get from comparing teachers to comparing their attractiveness?" Dean chuckled.
"His teaching methods are easier than hers," Hermione suddenly spoke up, making Neville trip over his own two feet in his sudden twist to stare at her in absolute shock.
Only Harry's quick reflexes saved him from falling over, though he stared at her in shock, too.
"What?" Hermione asked confused as they all stopped walking to stare at her.
"You hate Professor Sirius! The only reason you were allowed to join today is because Professor Tonks wanted to give you one chance. It is hard to believe you actually said something nice about him," Dean exclaimed.
"I don't hate him. I just believed he wasn't a very good teacher."
"And you do think so now?" Ron asked sceptically.
"I...I've just changed my mind. I realised I might have misjudged him," she hesitated to speak up.
"You mean you've realised that Dumbledore was not the hero you thought him to be?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
Hermione opened her mouth to say something before she closed it again with a sigh and turned to Harry.
"I owe you an apology. I have always looked up to P- Dumbledore and believed everything he said. He said that Sirius was a horrible choice for a guardian with how rash he behaves and how he never thinks before he acts. And I always believed him because I saw how moody he acted last summer."
She took a deep breath.
"And I admit that I kept viewing him as such when he started teaching. I knew that the image Pro...the image Dumbledore had sketched was wrong, but I refused to acknowledge it, because who would know better than him?"
She sighed.
"I believed that Sirius was holding onto the you he knew from when you were a baby. And that before long he would show his true colours and hurt you by showing he saw you as nothing more than a reflection of your father. Because the alternative, that kind of unconditional love from someone not your parent is terrifying. No one is that selfless."
"Sirius is," Harry shot at her.
"Yes, I can see that now. I should have trusted you. But instead I listened to Mrs. Weasley and Prof...Dumbledore. There were wrong about him."
"I'd say," Ron muttered, surprising them all as Hermione only looked down at her feet.
"When I saw how close you and Sirius were becoming I was afraid that you wouldn't need your friends any more. That you wouldn't want us at your side any more, wouldn't need me any more. But it wasn't Sirius who was pulling you away; it was me who was pushing you away. I kept driving you off with my behaviour."
Harry stared at her as she blinked a few times, trying to prevent tears from falling down.
"I disrespected him and treated him as I would never treat another living soul because I was jealous."
"Of what?" Harry asked confused.
"The bond between you, of how close the two of you were and how much you loved each other. You don't trust easily, Harry, and yet..."
She swallowed.
"And yet from the moment you realised he was innocent he had that trust. And the worst part is that it was unconditionally immediately while we had to earn it slowly. I worked so hard to earn your trust, but he... he just had it immediately. And I tried so hard not to be jealous but I couldn't help myself, so I lashed out at him and treated him horribly. And the worst part is that he... he let me," she choked on a humourless laugh, a few tears slipping down.
"I treated him like dirt and he let me get away with it most of the time because he knew why I was doing it."
"Sirius knew you were jealous?" Ron asked perplexed, shifting a little nervously.
"How could he not know? He kept his distance during the day in the summer, trying to give me space. He is the most empathic man I have ever known," she softly admitted.
"Could have fooled me," Dean muttered and Hermione hung her head, not bothering to try and defend herself.
"So, if I don't misunderstand, you do know Sirius is a brilliant teacher? You do know he is talented and kind, but you refused to accept it because you were jealous of him?" Neville more summed up than asked.
"And he cut you slack because he realised why you were acting the way you were?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
Hermione could only nod, looking down at her feet.
"Sirius is my family; you were one of my best friends. What was there possibly to be jealous about?"
"I have never seen you as happy as you are now. Why is it that you smile the moment he is only mentioned? Why does your entire face light up when you catch sight of him? Why is he able to make you happy, make you laugh even when you don't feel like it, something we've not been able to do in all the time we've known you?"
"It is a trick every parent knows. They all have the ability to make their children smile, even when the child doesn't feel like doing so," Lavender offered but Neville shook his head.
"It is because they love each other. When we are near the people we love the most, it automatically makes us happy when we see them."
"Though they can also make you feel horrible about yourself when you disappoint them," Seamus smiled.
Hermione nodded.
"You're not going to argue that the Professor isn't his dad?" Lavender looked surprised.
"How can I deny the truth?" Hermione asked.
"Speaking of, I've wondered why you don't call him that. Technically he is…."
"No," Harry interrupted Dean. "Well, he is but I would never break his heart by calling him that."
"Why would it break his heart?" Parvati wondered.
"Because he loved your dad so incredibly much and it would tear him apart to even think he'd be taking his place?" Neville's voice was full of understanding and Harry smiled.
"Yeah. I compromised on it though. I call him Siri and he calls me his pup."
"Just like old times," Ron grinned as the other Gryffindors chuckled.
"You could always just call him Snuffles," Hermione suggested, smiling faintly when Harry laughed.
"Do you know where he got that name from?"
"No. I always wondered but it never felt proper to ask. It seemed like a weird name to call oneself, even when in hiding."
"It was the name I had given my black plush dog when I was a toddler."
"Not Padfoot?" Ron asked surprised.
"I already owned a knitted Padfoot. Mum gave me the plush one because she was worried the stuffing might come out at night from the knitted one."
"Your mum gave you a plush dog? Why not a bear?" Parvati asked.
"Probably because Sirius' Animagus form is most likely a dog," Neville laughed as Harry blushed.
"How did you know?"
"Between the dog collar he wears and the fact that he calls you pup it was a simple guess," Neville shrugged.
"Why does he wear a collar anyway? It looks good on him, but he's never really struck me as the type to be vain," Parvati looked curious.
"It is a reminder for him of the family he's found and the product of an adventure he and Remus had in their fifth year," Harry answered cryptically.
"Oh, I thought it was because of Azkaban," Lavender admitted quietly.
"How so?" Dean wondered.
"Prisoners have their prisoner number tattooed onto their neck. I just thought he used the collar to hide it," she admitted.
"Oh no, he doesn't have one because he was never tried. A number is only given when a suspect is convicted. But because he never was he was also never officially registered as a prisoner," Harry explained.
"I'm glad," Lavender breathed out relieved before she grinned. "So Professor Lupin gave it to him?"
Harry laughed, able to see the wheels in her head turning.
"Yes, Remus attached the collar around his neck."
As Lavender made a very girly squealing sound Hermione turned to him.
"Can you forgive me?"
Staring at her for a long moment he could see she was truly sorry for her behaviour, and he wasn't one to hold grudges. But all that he could see was how she had treated his godfather, especially the last three months.
"I'm not the one you should apologise to."
"I know," Hermione trailed off expectantly.
"If Sirius forgives you, then I will think about it. You've been treating him horrible," swallowing he forced himself to continue, ignoring the tears in her eyes and his listening classmates.
"You listened to Dumbledore and Molly Weasley despite being fully aware they were acting unreasonable. That she was treating Sirius inexcusable. I told you she was doing so and yet, despite the fact that we've been friends for almost five years now, you kept on listening to them instead of me. Why? What changed your mind now?"
"A combination of things," Hermione hesitated. "The first time I had to go to Professor McGonagall's office she set me an assignment to research Sirius. I...reading through paper clippings and other files I realised that the way Mrs. Weasley and Pro...Dumbledore portrayed him was wrong and it didn't make any sense and I realised you had been right."
She shifted uncomfortably.
"I read articles in old Prophets in which the Order was mentioned helping catch Death Eaters and Dumbledore enforced a trial, overruling the Ministry several times. He did have the power to demand a trial for Sirius, but for some reason didn't. I researched what a magical guardian actually is entitled to and Dumbledore trampled over all of his rights, over your rights. I had never imagined he'd deliberately condemn Sirius to hell, but he did."
She fidgeted. "But it is more than that. During my research I came across several mentioning's of him in the Prophet. He was a hero during the war, saving many innocent lives during Death Eater attacks. Mrs. Weasley always said he was a worthless lowlife, but it's not at all true. He repeatedly risked his life on Order missions, taking out many Death Eaters and fighting for our future."
"I found small articles of investigations after assassination attempts, people actually tried to kill him when he was a child, just because he was the Black heir. I can't even imagine what kind of life he must have had growing up with people targeting him."
Harry forced himself not to show any emotion to her words, though he was surprised. He had never heard anything about assassination attempts before and although they had clearly not succeeded he still wondered who would have wanted to kill his godfather when he was just a child.
"I read the article about the Hogsmeade visit," she whispered.
"What about it?" Ron asked the question Harry didn't want to ask.
"Death Eaters attacked the village on a Hogsmeade visit early in their third year. Sirius and your dad saved the lives of a hundred and seventy two students, most Muggle-born and Half-bloods. They raised a shield, strong enough to protect the students and held it. They held onto the shield until after the Order and Aurors had arrived despite being put under the Cruciatus Curse repeatedly by V-Voldemort himself."
"Early in their third year...that would mean they had been thirteen!" Parvati exclaimed horrified.
"There was a reason why Voldemort put a price on both of their heads before they even finished school," Harry revealed grimly. He had already known his father and Sirius had been involved in a Death Eater attack in their third year, though Sirius hadn't mentioned the students they had kept safe. Though it sounded like something the two would have done, despite their young age.
"But didn't people around them help?" Lavender asked.
"Are most wizards ever helpful when there is danger?" Dean snorted. "Most students were probably too busy wetting their pants to be of any use."
"Most indeed ran, but some stayed to fight. Five students were killed that day, it's why the Hogsmeade visits were cancelled during the war unless the Aurors could be present to patrol," Harry confirmed, finally understanding why his family hadn't run, too.
They all swallowed, everyone realising just how bad it could have been if the two boys hadn't done what they did.
Hermione took a deep breath. "Everything I ever believed about him is wrong and I hurt you with how I treated him."
"Sirius is the first person to have ever truly cared about me. He loves me for me, not because of who my parents are or what I might have done in life, he just loves me. He accepts me and everything he has ever done has been done for me. He lost everything when my parents died but survived twelve years in that hellhole for me," Harry choked back a sob, willing himself not to cry.
"They tortured him for years but he held on, he kept fighting because he knew that I might be in danger someday. Because he knew Voldemort was still out there. He escaped from Azkaban because Pettigrew was close to me and he knew no one would see the danger coming."
He paused to swallow thickly but Hermione didn't try to interrupt.
"There is no one in this world who has done more for me, who loves me more than Sirius does. So yeah, it hurts when one of my best friends treats him like he's a worthless lowlife for absolutely no reason. And not only that, but you have been constantly undermining his authority despite knowing what a rough time he was likely to get when starting," he bit out.
"It doesn't matter that most of the students absolutely adore him, you, as my best friend should have had his back. But you hadn't. You have been doing all you could to undermine him and make things more difficult for him."
He took a deep breath, not at all feeling sorry for her as silent tears slipped down from her eyes.
"So yes, you hurt me, but more importantly you hurt him and for that I cannot forgive you. I might think about it once you've spoken to Sirius and he has decided to forgive you, but not before."
"You've changed," Dean spoke up surprised.
"What?" Harry blinked at him confused.
"He's right mate, you have changed," Ron agreed, a resigned look coming over his face as he seemed to realise something. "Any time we fought before, you always just accepted the apology and moved on."
"I'd say it is a change for the better. You finally have some self-respect," Dean grinned. "And stand up for yourself. You don't let them walk all over you any more."
"Sirius and Professor Lupin are a good influence," Neville smiled.
"You don't think I'm arrogant for not simply accepting the apology?" Harry asked feeling surprisingly pleased at their words.
"What is arrogant about wanting the best for someone you love? She hurt your guardian, so why shouldn't she get his forgiveness before yours?" Lavender added.
"The Professor is a good man and certainly didn't deserve the treatment you gave him, regardless of what he might have been in the war," Dean frowned at Hermione.
"I know, it just made me realise he's not at all what I thought him to be."
"What did you believe him to be?" Lavender asked.
"A prankster and an idiot," Hermione sighed.
"He is a prankster and an idiot, but he is also brilliant, kind and funny," Dean said.
"I know. I just didn't want to see it. After what was revealed about Dumbledore I knew I had to apologise soon, but then Mrs. Weasley showed up Friday and...It was terrifying, but it finally truly brought home just how wrong I have been about her, too."
"So you don't believe he was to blame?" Harry asked carefully.
"No, it surprised me how calm he remained while she yelled at him. His reaction was extreme, but I could see it was entirely automatic. She deserved what Luna did to her," Hermione whispered.
"I had never seen Luna that angry before," Lavender looked awed as they reached the Great Hall and they walked to their table.
They had all gotten used to the petite blonds' presence as she often hung out with Harry and Neville and secretly they had all become fond of her, along with all her quirks.
"Harry?"
"Speak of the devil and she shall appear," Dean grinned as they sat down."Hey Luna."
"Hello Dean," Luna smiled at him, seating herself between Harry and Neville before holding out a framed photo to Harry; "Here."
"What's that?"
"It is for Sirius. I wrote to Daddy Friday to ask him if he would send it to me. I felt that it is something that Sirius would like to have."
Curiously Harry turned it around before gasping. "Are that..."
"Your parents, you and Sirius on maternity visit. Daddy took it."
He turned his attention back to the picture, even as the others gathered closer to have a look, too.
It was easy to recognise his godfather, despite the photo having to be around fifteen years old. His hair was slightly longer than it was now, reaching halfway down his neck and just touching the base of the collar, and he was younger. But his clothing style and the brilliant smile he directed at the tiny baby cradled in his right arm were the same.
On his left Harry´s mother sat sidewards on the couch, smiling warmly at them as Harry himself was leaning on his godfather's leg to look at the baby, too, both hands wrapped around Sirius' left hand as his godfather supported his balance.
His father stood behind the couch, his arms resting loosely around Sirius' frame, one of his fingers held captive by Luna's tiny hand as he was clearly cooing at her, making Sirius laugh.
On his godfather's other side sat a woman, no doubt Luna's mother, smiling and leaning against his shoulder contentedly. Her dirty blond hair was braided and her silvery grey eyes looked just as warm as her daughter's did now, though slightly less dreamy.
"You really look a lot like your mum," Harry complimented as he let his eyes roam over the photo, taking in every detail of the people.
"Thank you."
"They look so happy," Neville whispered and Harry held it up slightly, though he didn't release his hold on it, nor did the others try to take it.
"Are you sure you want to give this to him?"
"I have a copy of my own. Mum always kept it framed above the fireplace, it was one of her favourite pictures," Luna explained. "I know it is still a few weeks until Sirius' birthday, but I thought he could use it now so he can see the frame as an early birthday present."
"You made this?" Dean asked surprised as they all took in the simple red frame.
Harry let his thumb brush over the smooth edge, making him realise that the pictures of the purple forget-me-nots flowers were actually painted and not real.
"It seemed fitting," Luna shrugged.
"He'll love it," Harry smiled softly. "I wasn't aware we had met before."
"You were only six months old yourself when we met so I would be surprised if you had remembered. And it was only that one time, too, with the war and all."
"I suppose so," Harry couldn't keep his eyes off the photo, despite having seen hundreds of photos by now, both of his parents and Sirius.
"You should wrap it if you mean to give it to him for his birthday," Lavender commented softly. "You were an adorable baby by the way."
"Thank you and I planned to. I just wanted to show it to Harry first. I wanted to thank Sirius for the lovely present he gave me and this seemed like a nice way to do so," Luna smiled as she pulled dark blue wrapping paper out of her bag and quickly and expertly wrapped the present before handing it back again.
"Professor Sirius gave you a gift?" Parvati asked curiously while Harry put the wrapped gift into his own bag for safekeeping.
"Yes, for my birthday in February," she pulled out a thin golden necklace from underneath her robe, a small hare pendant dangling at the end of it.
"It's pretty," Lavender commented. "I didn't know you knew the Professor so well."
"He and my mum were close friends. I grew up on stories about him so he is like an uncle to me," Luna smiled fondly at the necklace before tucking it away again.
"He feels the same about you, don't call him that though," Harry chuckled.
"No, I did not think he would like that. He'd say it's too darn formal," Luna smiled before she turned to Neville.
"Did you have fun with your parents?"
"How...never mind. Yes, I did," Neville shook his head fondly before smiling.
"How come she knows what you've been doing but you wouldn't tell us?" Parvati complained.
"Maybe he doesn't want to talk about it yet," Harry shrugged.
"No, I just wanted to talk to Sirius before I'd tell anyone else because I didn't want to make him uncomfortable by revealing too much. But he deserves to be credited for what he's done."
"What did he do?" Ron asked.
"He gave me back my parents," Neville simply said, a brilliant smile breaking through as his eyes shone.
"He what?" more than one voice exclaimed.
Harry chuckled, squeezing Neville's shoulder and leaning on the table as his friend began to explain what Sirius had done for his parents, to the astonishment of the others, their lunch untouched.
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A/N: Andromeda Tonks nee Black was born between 1951 and 1955; I choose early 1952 so that her Hogwarts years would be from 1963 to 1970. Simply because it is noted that Sirius never met her married family, indicating to me that he never met Ted Tonks. If their Hogwarts years had overlapped a year, he would have met him, thought I admit it could be he just never met them after she married. But because in my storyline he never met Ted, I choose to let her graduate the year before he began at Hogwarts. I could have had Ted graduate a year before Andromeda, but choose not to because it would have meant Sirius had an ally in his first year, which didn't fit with my storyline.