Sorry for the wait….

Hope everyone has had a good Christmas. Mine has dandy, if any of you cared… though I don't expect you do…

Sorry if this chapter seems a little jumpy…

"Remus Lupin in also missing and presumed dead." Dumbledore finished in barely a whisper, as he looked up with tears in his eyes."

To say Harry was upset was a lie. If he was upset then it meant he felt sad about what had happened. He would most certainly, be sad, but until the news sank in, the sadness wouldn't arrive. Instead a dull numbness and disbelief waited for the sadness, accompanied by a dash of denial.

"I understand this must be tough for both of you." Dumbledore explained to them. "These are the times we live in I'm afraid to say, and it is with great regret that Voldemort's victims happened to be ones you know so well. They…" he went to continue before Ron looked at Dumbledore bitterly.

"Where is your brother sir?" He asked scornfully.

"Overseas," Dumbledore replied after a pause, having been taken back.

"Is he dead?" Ron asked through gritted teeth, as he tried to hold back tears of anger rather than sadness.

"No, he's not." Albus replied softly.

"Then forgive me for saying, but I don't think you understand, I don't think you have a god damn clue what I feel, so don't claim to do so!" He spat. Dumbledore would have explained the difference between understanding, and knowing personally, but as he had learned far to many times over his years as a Headmaster and elsewhere, those dealing with loss seldom like to be corrected.

"Yes, I suppose your right." He said as he looked down at the desk to a piece of paper which had materialised. Ron sat back down, before getting up again in agitation. There was a distinct lack of valuable looking objects on the desk that he could break. (Dumbledore had again learned, through experience, to remove his particularly valuable belongings from sight.)

Your parents and I agree, that it is probably best if you return home for a few days." Dumbledore said as he slid the paper forward, which turned out to be a contract of authorized absence.

Ron looked at it hatefully, before grabbing a pen .

"His dead because of you!" He stated with a shaky signature. "If he hadn't been involved in your hair brained resistance group, he would be alive. I hope you remember that for the rest of your days, that you are responsible for his death."

"Indirectly, probably, yes." Albus said as he quickly rolled up the piece of paper and turned his back to Ron. It made the death so much more real when you saw the effect it had on those it concerned the most. It was certainly a sad sight. But Harry's reaction… he was just sitting there, it unnerving.

"And as for remembering Ronald. I don't think there is a person in this school who won't remember." He still did not turn back to face Ron or Harry, he couldn't let them see him in such a weak state. People pinned their hopes on him, far more hopes than he wished to carry. He was seen as strong and reliable, to take away that image would leave people uncomfortable and nervous. "Your parent's shall be here to pick you up shortly, Ginevra has also been informed of this news, and is with her friend at the moment I believe."

"The schools pupils shall also be informed of the unfortunate loss of our teachers shortly, though I'm afraid I must ask, that you deny Bill's involvement with the teachers in any way. By all means say he died at the hands of Voldemort. He at least deserves his honour. However, to state that he was with The others when this happened, would place the Order in a rather compromising position. He asked Ron, who was shaking with rage, at the indignation of being asked a favour, from this man…

"I will keep your dirty secret." He said in disgust as he turned to leave the office. "You can carry on with your Order," He added in mock. "After all, someone needs to help Voldemort's rise to power." And with that he left, taking all the volume of the office with him. Instead it was just Harry and Dumbledore, both in silence. A minute passed before Albus spoke.

"I realise that this is also tough for you Harry. Being so close to Remus…Would you also like to return home to the burrow or your house for a few days?" He asked. "Harry?" He added a moment later after no reply.

Harry looked up from his seat, for the first time since he had heard the news, and in his eyes was a look which chilled Dumbledore to the bone, though he couldn't identify why.

"I don't think that would be a very good idea…"

"Yes… Well I'm sure all your friends will be very supportive. Remus was quit popular with the Gryffindor I hear, and of course Kingsley and Minerva had their role to." He said sadly.

"If its alright I think I just need some time to think. Some time alone." Harry said.

"Very well, I suppose my office fulfils those criteria. I shall be busy much of the day anyway." And with that he strolled out of the room, and down towards the great hall, where he would announce the situation.

Harry sat on his own, in the office, thinking. Indeed it was quit, so quit in fact that Harry didn't leave until after dinner had finished. He didn't know how the school had reacted to the news, and frankly he didn't want to. It wasn't important to them. It wasn't like it was someone they cared for. To them it was just a teacher going, as usual. In everyone else's eyes Remus could be replaced. A new teacher could do the job, but in Harry's eyes this were not the case. It did seem to be the case, that everyone he cared for always seemed to die. It was so strongly suggested that it made it difficult for him to care for anyone, in fear of ending their life. In the end what made him leave was when Hermione walked in, and by the looks of it she had been crying. It didn't make Remus come back, but it made Harry feel a little bit better, knowing there was someone else out there who cared, For Remus and him.

The next few days after that were hectic. Numerous lessons were being cancelled due to the teacher shortage that came from trying to teach the whole year defence against the dark arts at once. Not to mention that Tonks had also taken a few sick days off. Moody had a tough job, and in the end he gave up and merely sat watching the students, and trying to stop them killing each other. A few other teachers adopted this principle, and for a few days at least, teaching in the great castle of Hogwarts, ground to a stop.

It was on the fourth day after the deaths that, the first good thing seemed to happen. Harry had been awake early, having not been able to sleep from nightmares. He was eating some toast that Dobby, had prepared specially, since breakfast didn't start for another couple of hours. It was so dark outside that the sun hadn't even begun to rise, and the moon was still shining as if it were midnight. There was a bang from the distance, as one of the many doors of Hogwarts got caught in an odd breeze. A chill went through the hall, as if the great doors which shut out the cold, had been opened. And a moment later, there was the most silent of creaks.

At First Harry thought it was just dobby, come to check on how Harry was, or catch up on gossip in the house elf world. Then however, as he did not hear the rapid feet running across the stone floor, he turned his head, and saw a sight which sent goose bumps up his arms and down his back. A soaking wet and bloody figure was hunched against the door, and as Harry, stared, he swayed for a minute, before collapsing against the floor, unconscious.

Harry's plate clattered to the floor, as he leapt form the table, and ran to the wounded figure of Remus.

His heart pounded with relief as he ran down the hall, and yet at the same time there was still a sickening feel of dread. Why would Remus turn up now, and why did he look to be in such a sorry state? He pushed these thoughts out of his mind, Remus was still alive and that's what mattered. There was still something that could be done. He dropped down onto the floor next to Remus.

Harry rolled him over onto his back, as he had gathered was the correct thing to do at a time like this. Remus was unconscious that much seemed apparent. Harry certainly hoped it was unconsciousness, rather than its good friend death. Remus looked different, he was soaking wet, though the rain outside would be the cause of that. Also he looked very pale, he must have lost a lot of blood. He had cuts on his faces, that had started to heal, though not very well. His clothes were torn and he looked thin, as if he hadn't eaten in months, rather than the few days it had been.

Harry frantically looked round for someone better qualified to deal with the situation than himself. Give him a dark lord any day over a dying friend.

"Dobby!" He yelled out as he clicked his fingers several times. A moment later, which was a moment to long under the circumstances, Dobby appeared with a bang and a small puff of smoke.

"Can dobby be of…" He asked Harry, before his gaze fell down to the soggy figure. His eyes widened, if that was possible, and he let out a high pitched squeal of terror.

"Go and fetch Dumbledore immediately." Harry instructed in a tone much stronger than he felt. Dobby hesitated for a moment, as though he were scared of seeing Remus lying there in such a state. "Now!" He added as he pointed his finger towards the general direction of the headmasters office. With another crack Dobby was gone, leaving Harry alone with Remus once again.

He wondered if there was anything else he could do? He supposed Remus could do with some warm blankets or something, but he didn't have any at hand. He didn't have to long to worry though, As The doors swung wide open this time, knocking Remus on the ankle in the process. Dumbledore leant down, picked up Remus with seemingly no effort, and strolled out again without saying a single word.

It was going to be ok now. Harry thought to himself as he slumped back against one of the benches. Remus was back and Dumbledore was there. Remus would be fine, and everything could all go back to how it was before. He thought that for a minute, before exhaustion took over him, and he fell asleep for the first real time since the Orders stand.

Harry awoke what seemed a long time later. The sun seemed to be shining in through the windows and he could practically hear birds singing. In actual fact it had only been eight hours that he had been asleep, but it was a much needed sleep that made everything around him seem brighter, even if it wasn't. As his eyes fluttered open he looked around, trying to figure out where he was. He obviously wasn't still in the great hall. After looking to his right and seeing a fold around curtain he recognised it as the hospital wing, his home away from home.

He heard some talking coming from nearer the other end of the wing, and curious to know of its cause, he climbed out of bed. He was pleased to see that he was already dressed, as he hated having to get changed behind the curtain. He always had horrible images in his mind of Draco Malfoy bursting in and the whole school laughing at him.

As he stepped out into the main corridor he saw that Dumbledore and madam Pomfrey were in discussion. Albus' eyes flicked up when he saw the movement of Harry, and he gave a brief smile before continuing his discussion.

As Harry neared he could hear what the discussion was about, It was about the state of Remus Lupin, who Harry could now see lying in a bed, with Tonks, Hermione and Moody surrounding him. His eyes were closed yet he seemed to be asleep rather than unconscious. He looked much better than he had eight hours ago.

"How is he?" Harry asked as he looked at the sleeping figure.

"Well, physically he is going to be fine it would seem he is going to be fine. He was suffering from exhausted and malnutrition, and he had a fever from some open wounds, but nothing that can't be taken care of with a bit of magic." Dumbledore explained.

"Um and not physically?" Harry asked, thinking it sounded better than suggesting he was now going to be a fruit cake or something.

"Well I expect that's what we are going to find out anytime now ."

"We are just waiting for him to wake up." Tonks said as she looked up form her position of being slouched against the bed. Harry could see that she had been crying.

It wasn't long that they had to wait for Remus to wake up, and when he did he looked at everyone around him, and gave a smile that brightened the very hospital wing itself. Madam Pomfrey shoved various objects at him and shone lights in his eyes, before declaring he didn't seem to be injured mentally. When asked what had happened, and how he got there, he said he had had a lucky escape. Apparently shortly after Kingsley was killed Remus found himself fighting off three separate death Eaters, and due to a strange combination of spells colliding, there had been an explosion.

He said it threw him all the way out into the middle of the ocean, which seemed hard to believe, though Harry wasn't about to doubt it. Remus hadn't got his wand on him, so he managed to use a chest of drawers he kept in his magic jacket as a life raft, which he had floated in for two whole days, being carried by the current. The salt water caused Remus bid dehydration problems, due to the fact he couldn't drink it, but at the same time the salt helped protect some of his open wounds form infection, though not all.

He told at one point how a shark that had picked up his scent had tried to attack him. He had managed to beat the beast by thwacking it on the head with an umbrella several times. Other than that it had just been a case for Remus to get close enough ashore to apparate, then after several more apparitions he was at the outside edges of Hogwarts.

That was all there was to it really. Remus left hospital that very day, and whilst there were celebrations in his honour, he asked that they don't forget all those others who had lost their lives. Remus had been particularly upset when he found out that Bill had died. He has felt that besides Harry and himself, Bill was the only person in the order with half a sense of humour.

The day after that Ron returned, still upset, but better now due to acceptance and understanding. He apologised to Dumbledore for what he had said and things gradually started to tick back at a constant rate like before. The funeral was beautiful, or at least as much as could be, given the circumstances. It was held on the on the grounds of Hogwarts, with the sun piercing through the cloudily sky above the tree lines, giving it a rather final feeling, as if the light itself was from beyond the great afterlife, or so some said. The bodies of professor McGonagall, Kingsley, Sera and Bill where all buried in the great memorial gardens for those noble wizards who died the against Dark Lords.

There were few greater honours than being buried there, apart form perhaps living.

They days poured on after that, with some lessons cancelled, and others being swapped around and taught by cover teachers. The snow poured in, leaving the forest canopy and grass covered in snow. Dumbledore had to forbid people trying to ice skate on the great lake, after the giant squid had to rescue three people in one day who fell through the ice. And so it was, at the start of December, just when things were starting to settle down, that Albus approached Harry, with some grave news, though it was not entirely unexpected.

"Harry, I have some news, which is rather grave, though I suspect it is not entirely unexpected." Dumbledore began as Harry sat down in the chair opposite him. They were in Albus' office, though why he was there he wasn't entirely certain.

"Is this about Cho?" Harry asked. He had seen her this morning, and while she had looked worse than ever, she was not dead yet, and Dumbledore said she would not die until near the end of the month.

"Yes Harry. I'm afraid it is."

"She's not…" Harry asked worriedly as he slumped back in his chair.

"No, Not yet. Though her time is short. Do you remember what I told you last time about my plans to try and help her? My plans to cure her conditions?" He asked as he reached into one of his drawers and drew out a piece of parchment and a rather traditional white quill.

"Roughly. Some potion or something wasn't it?"

"Yes Harry. I had two potions in mind, though I am afraid to say they didn't work. You see when the Dementor's drained away her happiness, the essence of her life, they must have convinced her that she died. Now that would explain why her spirit left her body, but from then on two things can happen. The first thing is that the spirit doesn't enjoy being dead, and so it tends to linger near the body, as though holding onto a part of its previous life. Cho did not do this." Dumbledore explained.

"Now What Cho's spirit did is what some others, though not as many do, which is embrace the fact they are dead, and leave their body behind altogether. Now normally these souls find themselves drawn to the Arc of Spirits, and with a quick passage through to the other side, there they reside peacefully. Now the thing that makes Cho's condition so awkward is that whilst she has embraced that she is dead, the force that draws spirits, the "Death" has not. I'm not suggesting there is an actual person who takes the spirits from one place to another. There may be! I don't believe there is, though if there was I would love to play him at chess sometime, I bet he would be good at it…" Dumbledore said as his mind started to wonder.

Harry gave a cough to draw the attention back to where it should be.

"Now as I was saying, due to the fact that Death has not guided her and drawn her to the arc, and due to the fact that she doesn't linger with her body, she has had to find her own way. It will take her longer, and it means she could literally be anywhere on this earth, but sooner or later, she will here the calls, fell the pulling, and she to will pass into the other world." Dumbledore finished as he put the quill down, although he had yet to use it.

"I see." Harry said as he sat in wonderment. Finding one person In the whole world could be pretty tough, especially with wizards. Finding a spirit though… It was no wonder Dumbledore was having trouble. "But what is the third way? You said it was dangerous?" Harry asked wonderingly. Maybe he had to steal venom form a giant spider or something, but then that would still be a potion wouldn't it?

"Well Harry the third option is rather dangerous indeed, though I suppose you are always in danger as it is. It will be a great risk, but it is the only way we can save Cho. I will fully understand if you do not wish to take the risk." Dumbledore said, as though he were persuading Harry not to go through with it.

"If you tell me what option number three is then I can probably decide." Harry stated as he stared at Dumbledore expectantly.

"Tell me Harry, do you know what a Rite is?" Albus asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Not the kind your using I don't think." Harry replied as he racked his mind for any time he had been told.

"A Rite is a powerful Magic ceremony involving certain items as well as certain conditions. It's a little like a potion in a sense, though more nonsensical, and far tougher to perform. It is a Rite which we must perform in order to save miss Chang." Dumbledore explained as he drew the paper in front of him, and in big scrawly text wrote, "The Rite Requirements."

"Ok, I understand that a rite is difficult, but why is it dangerous?" Harry asked as he stared at the paper, expecting it to give him an answer.

"Well one of the things about a Rite, is that some of the more complex ones can only be performed by certain people who have trained their mind, their body. People who have devoted everything they have into one particular branch of magic at which they excel at…Your going to understand I think when I said the person we need to perform the rite is an Exorcist." Dumbledore said as he watched a look of dawning comprehension pass over Harry' features.

"The one in the Veil of Darkness!?" He asked excitedly. Dumbledore had told him all about it, but since nothing else had come of it he though perhaps it was just something the headmaster seemed to have disregarded. It was evident now however that this was not the case.

"The Very same one Harry! The very same. You, along with some supervision must pass through the Veil of Darkness and into the Land of Pharaphax. I shall give you instructions and help the best I can, and with some luck you will be able to deliver him and the needed objects etc, to Cho. Do you think you would be interested in this, though I do remind you again it may be very dangerous?" Albus asked as he poised the quill ready over the paper.

"Good, I have already spoken to them about it and Remus And Tonks would both like to be the ones to supervise and protect you during your time in Pharaphax." Dumbledore said excitedly as he scribbled down their names, then ruled off and started another section. "There will be more time to tell you about Pharaphax before it opens on the twenty-sixth of this month. But for now I shall tell you a few things such as what your aim is to be, and one of the few reasons it is dangerous."

"Forgive me if I have told you any of this before" but my memory isn't so good these days and I sometimes repeat myself, or think I have told people things I have not. Now the Veil of Darkness weakens depending on planetary alignment, and on a few rare occasions it opens. The next time it opens will be the Twenty Sixth, where it will stay open for just over one full day, before closing again for some months."

" Therefore you must make sure not to be in their when the portal closes, for you to be trapped would mean Voldemort would have free reign over this world." Dumbledore explained as he started to do a rather detailed sketch without looking. Harry watched his hand sliding over the paper like an old dot matrix printer, gradually churning out a map of mountains and seas and a city.

"So I have just one day?" Harry asked slightly worried. Cho was due to die shortly after that, but to give him a twenty four hour deadline was intimidating to say the least.

"Not quite. You see time travels faster inside the land of Pharaphax, probably due to global warming… dreadful stuff you know… So basically for the twenty four hours you have out here, you have one week in Pharaphax. It should be enough time to perform the Rite, though please don't hold my word to it, for I am not an exorcist, and am far less qualified to comment on such things than the man you shall meet."

"The Exorcist, goes by the name of Marcus Pennywhistle. I have drawn you a very rough map showing the city he can be located in, once you are inside Pharaphax. I'm afraid you will need to find him yourself though, as he may have moved around." Dumbledore said as he circled part of the city he had drawn.

"How do you know he lives here?" Harry asked as he looked at it carefully."

"Truth be told I don't." Dumbledore said truthfully. "The Veil of Darkness hasn't been open for the last six years, and he can go awfully far in forty-two years I expect."

"Are you even sure he is alive? He must be quit old…" Harry asked sceptically. At this remark Dumbledore ginned.

"Strangely enough dealing with the dead every day doesn't make Exorcists think any more warmly of them, and they often tend to stick to life if at all possible. I'm most certain he is still alive."

Harry left that day with a faint sense of happiness inside him. He knew it would be tough, and he knew that there were no guarantees, but for now at least, he knew what he had to do, and that was a feeling he warmly embraced. Dumbledore had told Harry not to worry, and that all the arrangements would be made by the headmaster himself. Again, this was another thing Harry didn't mind. He knew that he wouldn't be much help, and so instead he devoted himself, or at least a tiny part of himself to arranging the school dance that had been sprung on them.

It seemed that there was going to be a Christmas dance specially put on due to the large number of students that had chosen to stay over the holidays. Unfortunately a large deal of the arrangements and planning fell upon the prefects and head boy and head girl. Other than a date and a time, they were free to shape it as they liked, but it seemed every male prefect wanted something rather different from every female.

"There should be an all you can eat buffet!" Ron had announced one lunch time. "With lots of meat."

"No, there should be a light finger salad, with no meat what so ever. Its greasy and inappropriate!" A Hufflepuff girl had argued.

And so in the end Harry just sat back during these long arguments over plans, for it wasn't something he cared to organise, or participate in. In fact without the pressure of being made to go he was looking forward to strolling in half an hour late, having a bit of meat (with and luck) and maybe, just maybe a single dance, if so his company was requested, though he doubted that would be so.

Unfortunately, this plan was far to good, and far to simple, and so the lumps in the metaphorical gravy came to surface. It was two days before the planned dance, and near the end of the term. Their substitute Transformations teacher had been in a particularly bad mood having been unable to control his previous class whilst they chatted noisily in a pre-Christmas excitement.

Harry had just been clearing up a mess from where he had tried to transfigure a slug into a flower, and accidentally succeeded in fusing the slug with his desk, which was now rather saggy and disgustingly gooey, When he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned round expecting it to be the short portly teacher giving him another telling off, when instead he saw Blaise staring at him. He stared back at her for a few moments before she looked away and stated.

"I'm not going to wait all day you know!"

"Wait all day for what?" Harry asked as he searched his mind for any possible thing she could want.

"For you to ask me to the dance stupid." She said as she turned her back to him to hide the fact she was blushing, though it was possible she was just red with rage. More often than not she was.

"You will have to wait a damn site longer than that." Harry laughed as he slung his bag over his shoulder and went to leave.

"Ask me damn it!" she said as she grabbed his bag and spun him round.

"No, why the hell should I. I don't like you and I most certainly don't want to go to a dance with you. Or anywhere with you for that."

"You don't have a choice." She replied, suddenly much calmer as she gave a frightening smile, which was uncharacteristically chilling. "You see all the remotely reasonable boys have been taken and unless I want to go with some boy called Justin who cries when his shoe laces are undone then its you."

"Justin sounds like a good choice." Harry said through gritted teeth before trying once again to walk away.

"Your going with me and that's that. I will jinx you and everyone you know otherwise, and I will get away with it to because professor Snape will back me up and say you did it." Blaise said triumphantly. Harry gave a sigh of defeat and sat down on one of the stool opposite her.

"But why me. You hate me." Harry sulked. "Surely you would rather not go than go with me. I know I would."

"No Harry, there are some things you don't quiet understand. Well… besides transfiguration. I'm A Slytherin and as a result I'm expected to go."

"By who? I wasn't expecting you to go."

"By the other Slytherin's. I don't know much about your house, but in ours every goes, and everyone competes to go with the best partner. I never loose!" Blaise said with fire in her eyes.

"So you think I'm the best?" Harry asked, even though he hated her. After all as any boy would agree (especially the lonely ones that had a terminally runny nose and a chronic case of lonliness), being told you were loved, or were great, was a fantastic thing.

"Haha you wish. Of course your not. There is no way I'm going to win, but as long as I don't loose that's ok. I won't be the but of jokes." Harry was about to say something more on the matter before she silenced him with a punch. "Be outside the Slytherin common room at half past six. Don't be late or I will hit you. I'm wearing red so you can dress accordingly." Harry muttered something about rather staying and playing cards, but another kick to his sore legs got him to agree to her demands. Anything to make her go away, and for the physical punishment to stop…

Later on that week Harry was sitting in the common room practicing his charms homework. Normally he managed to do all the class work with no problem, having spent heavy amounts of time during the summer reading through all the books. This one charm however, was proving to be the thorn in his foot. So far all he had managed to do was blow up his pencil case, set fire to his die, and put a first year in the hospital wing.

(Technically the first year hadn't been hit by any curses from Harry. He had merely been staring at Harry, asking him repeated questions, probably to report back to the Harry Potter fan club. The reason he was now in the hospital wing was because he slipped on the rug and clonked his head on a table. Harry still felt mildly guilty though, because he had been hoping it happened in his own mind. Either that or Buckbeak could crash through the window and wisk the boy away to a mountain top where he would be feasted upon by a hungry pack of young.)

"So Hermione are you going to the dance with anyone?" Harry asked conversationally. He was hoping perhaps she could give him some advice on what to wear this year, having not been lucky enough to have misses Weasley pick something out for him.

"Are you asking me to go with you Harry? If you are you could at least…" Hermione began to say before Harry butted in.

"No. I wish I was, well instead of who I'm going with." Harry said sulkily as he gave up on doing his charms and instead began to sketch a rather detailed picture depicting Draco Malfoy dying in several different ways at once.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked with a furrowed eyebrow.

"Well it's like this. I'm going with Blaise.." He said before Hermione began coughing violently, despite the fact she hadn't been eating or drinking anything.

"Blaise? As in Blaise Zabini. The girl who is so violent Draco Malfoy himself turned her down? Born in the wild and raised by wolves…"

"Um aren't you thinking of Mowgli?

"Quiet Harry, I'm talking. You mean your going with the Blaise Zabini…why?" She asked as if anyone who chose to go with Blaise was not only a few sandwiches short of a picnic, they still needed to buy the hamper and wait for summer.

"Yes. She forced me to go with her. I didn't have a choice." Harry explained, causing Hermione to laugh.

"Well I'm sure if you were adamant you wouldn't need to go with her if you didn't really want. Anyway was that it or were you hoping for my assistance in some manner, I wasn't planning on being round all evening as I am dreadfully behind on my homework. (Hermione's definition of being behind on homework meant she still needed to arrange it in chronological order.") I will however be around for a bit of it so worst comes worse you can sit around with me if you like Harry."

"Thanks Hermione." Harry said with a smile. "What about your date though?" At this point Hermione really did laugh, so much so that half the common room looked round in question and alarm.

"To put it this way Harry. I haven't had a torrent of invitations."