Chapter Sixty-Five: The Parting of the Ways
The atmosphere in the stands was cheerful, despite no one actually being able to see anything that went on in the maze. Bagman occasionally mentioned some things about the champions and the hazards they'd be facing in the maze to keep the crowd excited, but on the whole there wasn't anything spectacular about the task.
"Was the second task like this as well?" Daphne asked Ginny.
"Yep. Nothing to see but a flat lake while Bagman tried to keep everyone interested."
"I think it's kind of like some Muggle sports," Hermione said. "Like this cycling competition, the Tour de France. People will stand at the finish line in the burning heat all day and not see anything, except the very finish of the race, and they'll consider it a great day. It's the anticipation of it that interests them, more so than the actual competition."
Daphne nodded slowly. "I see. That makes sense, I guess. I could do with a little less anticipation, though…"
She wanted nothing more than to see Harry emerging from the maze, holding the Triwizard Cup, and completely healthy and unscathed. Then she'd celebrate with him and enjoy the last few days at school before heading home for the holidays, and over the summer she'd simply invite Harry to stay again once his mandatory four weeks at the Dursleys had been completed…
But in her heart, she already knew that things wouldn't be that simple. With the exception of her second year, where everything had taken a turn for the worse in February, the end of the year had always gone paired with a dramatic event, and this year it was abundantly clear that someone was trying to kill Harry.
Red sparks shot up from somewhere in the maze and Daphne tensed up, but a few moments later Bagman's voice announced that the champion in trouble had been Krum.
Only a short time later, however, Daphne suddenly got a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't explain where it had come from, or why it was so intense, but she knew, somehow, that Harry was in danger. The image of Voldemort in the graveyard flashed in front of her eyes, but she didn't know why; there weren't any graveyards for miles…
"Are you okay?" Ginny asked. She'd apparently noticed that Daphne's breathing had become ragged.
Daphne shook her head. "No…I'm not. I…something terrible is happening. I don't know what it is…I…maybe it's something to do with my visions, but I don't see how…"
"Maybe it's just the tension getting to you? They should be just about done…" Ginny said, though she didn't sound very sure of herself.
Daphne shrugged. "It could be…but somehow I get the feeling this is worse."
She peered intently at the maze, and then at the judges, who were sat at a table overlooking the entrance of the maze, but she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. She kept shifting her look between the maze and the judges, sure that, at some point, something would happen…and then it did.
Karkaroff suddenly jerked in his seat, reflexively grasping at his left arm. Madame Maxime and Crouch, who flanked him, looked at him, Madame Maxime confused, Crouch deeply suspicious.
The next moment, Karkaroff got up. Crouch seemed to say something to him, but Karkaroff waved him away and walked away from the table. Now Dumbledore was talking to him…
If only Daphne could hear what was being said, but by the way Karkaroff was still touching his left arm, and her own visions, she thought she had a fairly good idea of what was going on…but Harry was still in the maze… What did it mean?
Karkaroff stormed off and Dumbledore took his seat again. Even from the stands, Daphne could see his grave expression.
Time seemed to crawl and Daphne couldn't stop tapping her foot and clenching and unclenching her fists as she got tenser and more agitated by the second.
"Y'know, the Quidditch pitch does have toilets…" Ron said.
"Sod off," Daphne snapped, not in the mood for jokes. "Something big's happening…Harry is in trouble."
"How d'you–"
He was interrupted by something happening on the pitch. Harry and Cedric had appeared out of thin air, holding the Triwizard Cup. The pitch erupted in applause, but the sounds of victory were quickly replaced by sounds of horror. Harry barely moved, and even from where she was sitting Daphne could see that he was hurt — but Cedric didn't move at all, and by the way he was lying motionless as Harry clutched him close, she knew that he was dead.
Dumbledore and the other judges rushed over to Harry and Cedric, and the whispers and shouts began to spread through the stadium.
"He's dead!"
"Cedric Diggory! Dead!"
"We have to get over to him," Daphne said frantically. "We have to be with him, we–"
"No," Dad said. He and Mum had sat a few rows behind Daphne, but were next to her now, staring grimly at the scene below. "He's with Dumbledore. We should wait for him in the hospital wing, this is not the moment to get involved…"
"I don't care!" Daphne shouted. "I need to be there for him! I need to– What the hell is Crouch doing?!"
Dumbledore had turned to address Cedric's parents, who were running up the pitch, and Crouch had taken Harry's shoulder and was leading him away through the crowd of people rushing onto the pitch…but Moody, with his magical eye, wasn't fooled; Daphne saw him clunking after Crouch, and now Dumbledore was turning around as well, and Moody shot a Stunner at Crouch from a large distance, the second he got a clear shot, and hit Crouch just before he was able to lead Harry out of the stadium.
Dumbledore and Moody stood around Crouch and Harry, who looked around in bewilderment. Moody was angrily talking and gesturing at Crouch, and Dumbledore nodded gravely. Moody then turned around, beginning to direct the crowd, while Dumbledore gently pulled Harry to his feet and levitated Crouch along with them.
"It was Crouch…" Daphne muttered numbly. "It must have been…"
She tried to think about why Crouch would want to get Harry killed, unless he really thought that Harry had conjured the Dark Mark back in the summer, but she was too worried about Harry himself to be able to focus. All she was sure of was that it had happened. Voldemort was back.
She didn't speak as she, Mum and Dad, the Weasleys, and Hermione made their way over the hospital wing. She knew Harry wasn't there yet, but Dad's assertion that he would be at some point was probably true. He'd clearly been injured, after all…
Madam Pomfrey wasn't in the hospital wing, and Daphne was afraid that Harry might not be coming there after all, but since everyone else remained there, she had very little choice but to stay as well. If Harry would be taken to the Gryffindor common room she was sure that Hermione or Ron would let her in to see him.
Eventually Madam Pomfrey returned, but she said nothing about where Harry was, only that he'd be coming in eventually. This wait was, if possible, even worse than the one in the stadium itself had been. Then, Daphne had been afraid something terrible would happen. Now, she knew something terrible had happened.
After what felt like an eternity, the door to the hospital wing opened, and Dumbledore, Harry, and Sirius came in.
Daphne rushed forward, even ahead of Mrs. Weasley, but Dumbledore stopped her.
"Daphne, Molly," he said, holding up a hand, "please listen to me for a moment. Harry has been through a terrible ordeal tonight. He has just had to relive it for me. What he needs now is sleep, and peace, and quiet. If he would like you all to stay with him," he added, looking around at everyone else as well, "you may do so. But I do not want you questioning him until he is ready to answer, and certainly not this evening."
Madam Pomfrey didn't seem happy at having to allow so many guests, but she didn't argue.
"I will be back to see you as soon as I have met with Fudge, Harry," Dumbledore said. "I would like you to remain here tomorrow until I have spoken to the school."
Madam Pomfrey led Harry to a nearby bed, and Daphne and the others followed, waiting until Harry had changed into his pajamas behind a screen. Then, though, she stepped around the screen and wrapped her arms around Harry, who was settling into his bed.
"I'm all right," he whispered to her. "Just tired."
Daphne pulled back and shook her head. "You're not," she whispered back. "There's no way you can be…"
"I'm much better with you here…" Harry said, then looked at everyone else. "All of you…"
Madam Pomfrey came back, holding a small bottle of purple potion and a goblet. "You'll need to drink all of this, Harry," she said. "It's a potion for dreamless sleep."
Harry looked at Daphne. "You'll stay here?"
"No one is getting me away from here and I'm hexing the first one who tries," Daphne said.
Harry smiled at her and drank his potion, then lay back down and was asleep in seconds.
Daphne and the others pulled up chairs and positioned themselves around Harry's bed. None of them spoke much, all looking grim and lost in their own thoughts. Daphne had exchanged looks with her friends and Sirius, all of whom knew what had happened.
She imagined that Mrs. Weasley and Bill were the only ones who didn't know yet, since Mum and Dad knew about her visions. She wanted to tell them, but it wasn't her story to tell. Besides, it wasn't like she could say anything other than 'Voldemort is back'. Harry was the only one who knew how it had happened and curious though she was, she did agree with Dumbledore that Harry deserved a rest.
It was only about two hours later when there was a lot of shouting in the hallway, which seemed to stir Harry's honor guard into motion.
Sirius frowned. "That's Fudge and McGonagall," he said.
"Regrettable, but all the same, Minerva–" Fudge said loudly.
"You should never have brought it inside the castle!" Professor McGonagall yelled. "When Dumbledore finds out–"
The doors of the hospital wing burst open. Daphne, who'd been holding Harry's hand as he slept, felt him stir and sit up, and she was angry at Fudge for waking him up.
Fudge came striding up the ward, followed closely by McGonagall and Snape, who both looked absolutely livid. Daphne didn't think she'd ever seen Snape this angry, not even when she'd been afraid he was about to Obliviate her.
"Where's Dumbledore?" Fudge demanded of Sirius.
"In his office, presumably?" Sirius said, so cynically that Daphne could almost hear him adding 'you moron' to it.
At the moment, however, Dumbledore entered the hospital wing as well. "What has happened?" he asked sharply, looking from Fudge to McGonagall. "Why are you disturbing these people? Minerva, I'm surprised at you. I asked you to stand guard over Barty Crouch–"
"There is no need to stand guard over him anymore, Dumbledore!" McGonagall shrieked. "The Minister has seen to that!" She, like Snape, was beside herself with anger.
"When we told Mr. Fudge that we had caught the Death Eater responsible for tonight's events," Snape said in a low, dangerous voice, "he seemed to feel his personal safety was in question. He insisted on summoning a Dementor to accompany him into the castle. He brought it up to the office where Barty Crouch–"
"I told him you would not agree, Dumbledore!" McGonagall fumed. "I told him you would never allow Dementors to set foot inside the castle, but–"
"My dear woman!" Fudge roared. He too looked exceptionally angry. "Like I told you and Moody earlier, as Minister of Magic, it is my decision whether I wish to bring protection with me when interviewing a possibly dangerous–"
But McGonagall's voice drowned out Fudge's. "The moment that– that thing entered the room," she screamed, pointing at Fudge and trembling all over, "it swooped down on Crouch and– and–"
Daphne felt a chill when she recalled her own encounter with Dementors the year before. She knew what it had done, and that Crouch was beyond saving. He had been Kissed, and his soul was gone forever.
"By all accounts, he is no loss!" Fudge blustered. "It seems he has been responsible for several deaths!"
"But he cannot now give testimony, Cornelius," Dumbledore said. The hard look in his eyes made Daphne shiver. "He cannot give evidence about why he killed those people."
"Why he killed them? Well, that's no mystery, is it?" Fudge said angrily. "He was a raving lunatic! From what Minerva, Severus, and Alastor have told me, he seems to have thought he was doing it all on You-Know-Who's instructions!"
"Lord Voldemort was giving him instructions, Cornelius," Dumbledore said. "Those people's deaths were mere by-products of a plan to restore Voldemort to full strength again. The plan succeeded. Voldemort has been restored to his body."
It was as if Dumbledore had not just punched Fudge, but everyone in the room simultaneously. Even though Daphne had known, hearing Dumbledore say it made it feel that much more real.
"You-Know-Who…returned? Preposterous. Come now, Dumbledore…" Fudge sputtered.
"As Minerva, Severus, and Alastor have doubtless told you," Dumbledore said, "we heard Barty Crouch confess. Under the influence of Veritaserum, he told us how he was smuggled out of Azkaban, and how Voldemort — learning of his continued existence from Bertha Jorkins — went to free him from his father and used him to capture Harry. The plan worked, I tell you. Crouch has helped Voldemort to return."
His father? Then that meant that the 'Crouch' they had thus far been discussing wasn't the Crouch Daphne had thought they'd been talking about, but his presumed-dead son?
"See here, Dumbledore, you…you can't seriously believe that. You-Know-Who…back? Come now, come now…certainly, Crouch may have believed himself to be acting upon You-Know-Who's orders…but to take the word of a lunatic like that, Dumbledore…"
"When Harry touched the Triwizard Cup tonight, he was transported to straight to Voldemort," Dumbledore said steadily. "He witnessed Lord Voldemort's rebirth. I will explain it all to you if you will step up to my office."
So that was what had happened. The Cup had obviously been a Portkey, but Daphne had initially thought it had simply taken Harry and Cedric from the maze to the exit. Now, it appeared that it had taken them somewhere else: the graveyard from her vision.
Dumbledore glanced at Harry and said, "I am afraid I cannot permit you to question Harry tonight."
Fudge, now with an unsettling smile on his face, looked at Harry as well, then back at Dumbledore, and said, "You are, er, prepared to take Harry's word on this, are you, Dumbledore?"
"And why wouldn't he?" Sirius said challengingly, but Dumbledore raised his hand to silence him.
"Certainly, I believe Harry," Dumbledore said. His already hard look became outright angry now. "I heard Crouch's confession, and I heard Harry's account of what happened after he touched the Triwizard Cup; the two stories make sense, they explain everything that has happened since Bertha Jorkins disappeared last summer."
Fudge's expression didn't change. He glanced at Harry again and said, "You are prepared to believe that Lord Voldemort has returned, on the word of a lunatic murderer and a boy about whom you've been keeping a number of details quiet, like him being a Parselmouth? Yes, Lucius Malfoy has been good enough to inform me about the concerns his son has about Potter, Dumbledore. Add that to his proclivity for making friends with half-giants and werewolves…"
"I saw Voldemort come back!" Harry shouted angrily, startling many of the others, who hadn't realized he was awake. "And Lucius Malfoy was one of the Death Eaters who was there!"
"Preposterous," Fudge said. "Malfoy was cleared. A very old family, donations to excellent causes…"
"Like your personal account, Cornelius?" Dad guessed.
"Do you want some more names, then?" Harry asked. "Macnair–"
"Also cleared, and now working for the Ministry!"
"Avery, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle–"
"You are merely repeating the names of those who were acquitted of being Death Eaters thirteen years ago!" Fudge said angrily. "You could have found those names in old reports of the trials! For heaven's sake, Dumbledore, the boy can talk to snakes and you still think he's trustworthy?"
"You fool!" McGonagall cried. "Cedric Diggory! Mr. Crouch! These deaths were not the random work of a lunatic!"
"I see no evidence to the contrary!" Fudge shouted, his face turning purple. "It seems to me you are all determined to start a panic that will destabilize everything we have worked for these last thirteen years!"
"And you sound like you've been Imperiused," Daphne said angrily.
"I'm afraid the Minister has no such excuse," Snape said with a dark glare. "He is merely obstinate to the point of–"
"That will do Daphne, Severus," Dumbledore said. "Voldemort has returned, Cornelius. If you accept that fact straightaway and take the necessary measures, we may still be able to save the situation. The first and most essential step is to remove Azkaban from the control of the Dementors–"
"Preposterous!" Fudge shouted again. "Remove the Dementors? I'd be kicked out of office for suggesting it! Half of us only feel safe in our beds at night because we know the Dementors are standing guard at Azkaban!"
"The rest of us sleep less soundly in our beds, Cornelius, knowing that you have put Lord Voldemort's most dangerous supporters in the care of creatures who will join him the instant he asks them! They will not remain loyal to you, Fudge! Voldemort can offer them much more scope for their powers and pleasures than you can! With the Dementors behind him, and his old supporters returned to him, you will be hard-pressed to stop him regaining the sort of power he had thirteen years ago!" Dumbledore said.
Fudge opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. Since he'd been displaying roughly the same level of intelligence, Daphne found it a fitting look for him.
"The second step you must take, and at once, is to send envoys to the giants," Dumbledore went on.
"Envoys to the giants?" Fudge repeated. "What madness is this?"
"Extend them the hand of friendship, now, before it is too late," Dumbledore said, "or Voldemort will persuade them, as he did before, that he alone among wizards will give them their rights and their freedom!"
"You– you cannot be serious!" Fudge said, taking a step away from Dumbledore. "If the magical community got wind that I had approached the giants…people hate them, Dumbledore…end of my career…"
"You are blinded," Dumbledore said, and there was an aura of power around him now that was almost solid, "by the love of the office you hold, Cornelius! You place too much importance, and you always have done, on the so-called purity of blood! You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be! Your Dementor has just destroyed the last remaining member of a pureblood family as old as any, and see what that man chose to make of his life!
"I tell you now, take the steps I have suggested, and you will be remembered, in office or out, as one of the bravest Ministers of Magic we have ever known. Fail to act, and history will remember you as the man who stepped aside and allowed Voldemort a second chance to destroy the world we have tried to rebuild!"
"Insane…" Fudge whispered, still backing away. "Mad…"
Silence filled the hospital wing. Everyone in the room was glaring at Fudge. It was clear that all of them, at least, were firmly on Dumbledore's side.
"If your determination to shut your eyes will carry you as far as this, Cornelius," Dumbledore said, "we have reached a parting of the ways. You must act as you see fit. And I…I shall act as I see fit."
His voice carried no hint of a threat, instead sounding like a mere statement, but Fudge bristled as though Dumbledore were advancing on him with a wand.
"Now see here, Dumbledore," he said, waving a threatening finger, "I've given you free rein, always. I've had a lot of respect for you. I might not have agreed with some of your decisions, but I've kept quiet. There aren't many who'd have let you hire werewolves, or keep Hagrid, or decide what to teach without reference to the Ministry. But if you're going to work against me…"
"The only one against whom I intend to work is Lord Voldemort. If you are against him, then we remain, Cornelius, on the same side," Dumbledore said.
Fudge seemed to hesitate, rocking back and forth on his feet and spinning his stupid bowler hat in his hands. Finally, he said, "He can't be back, Dumbledore, he just can't be…"
Snape strode forward, past Dumbledore, pulling up the left sleeve of his robes as he went. He stuck out his forearm and showed it to Fudge, who recoiled.
"There," he said harshly. "There. The Dark Mark. It is not as clear as it was an hour or so ago, when it burned black, but you can still see it. Every Death Eater had the sign burned into him by the Dark Lord. It was a means of summoning us to him. When he touched the Mark of any Death Eater, we were to Disapparate, and Apparate, instantly, at his side.
"This Mark has been growing clearer all year. Karkaroff's too. Why do you think Karkaroff fled tonight? We both felt the Mark burn. We both knew he had returned. Karkaroff fears the Dark Lord's vengeance. He betrayed too many of his fellow Death Eaters to be sure of a welcome back into the fold."
Fudge stepped back from Snape as well, shaking his head. "I don't know what you and your staff are playing at, Dumbledore, but I have had enough. I have no more to add. I will be in touch with you tomorrow, Dumbledore, to discuss the running of this school. I must return to the Ministry."
He took out a bag of gold and carelessly threw it onto Harry's bedside table. "Your winnings," he said shortly. "One thousand Galleons. There should have been a presentation ceremony, but under the circumstances…"
He crammed his bowler hat onto his head and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
The moment he had disappeared, Dumbledore turned to look at the group around Harry's bed.
"There is work to be done," he said. "Molly, am I right in thinking I can count on you and Arthur?"
"Of course you can," Mrs. Weasley said. "We know what Fudge is. It's Arthur's fondness for Muggles that has held him back at the Ministry all these years. Fudge thinks he lacks proper wizarding pride."
Daphne frowned. That was exactly what Malfoy was always on about as well. Fudge really was their enemy, then, even if he wasn't a Death Eater himself.
Dumbledore turned to Mum and Dad. "Edmund, Amaranth…I know you have always desired to remain neutral–"
"Not so neutral anymore, now," Mum said, looking at Harry and Daphne and smiling. "I think it's pretty clear on whose side we are."
"I have useful contacts in the Department of Mysteries," Dad said. "I shall notify the people who will be willing to believe us…"
"I'll go to Dad, then," Bill said. "He'll know people too."
Dumbledore nodded gratefully. "Excellent. Bill, tell Arthur I'll be in touch with him shortly. Edmund, Amaranth…if you're certain about declaring sides…"
"I don't think neutrality is an option, this time," Dad said. "And like Amaranth said, I think it's clear whose side we're on, unless we were to force Daphne to break things off with Harry — and we would never dream of that."
Daphne felt a rush of gratitude to her parents. She knew that the decision they were making now could, and likely would, have serious consequences for them politically, but of course, their own relationship had been secret for a long time because of politics as well. They wouldn't want to force Daphne into a similar situation.
"Then I shall be in contact with both of you as well. Your influence in the Wizengamot might prove crucial, while it lasts," Dumbledore said. "Bill, remind your father and anyone he chooses to contact to be discreet. If Fudge thinks I am interfering at the Ministry–"
"Leave it to me," Bill said. he clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder, kissed his mother on the cheek, pulled on his cloak and strode quickly from the room.
"Minerva," Dumbledore said, turning to McGonagall, "I want to see Hagrid in my office as soon as possible. Also — if she will consent to come — Madame Maxime."
McGonagall nodded and left without a word.
"Poppy," Dumbledore said to Madam Pomfrey, "would you be very kind and go down to Professor Moody's office, where I think you will find a House-Elf called Winky in considerable distress? Do what you can for her, and take her back to the kitchens. I think Dobby will look after her for us."
"Very– very well," Madam Pomfrey said, and she too left.
He turned to Sirius next. "Sirius, I need you to set off at once. Alert Remus, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher…the old crowd."
"But–" Harry said, and Daphne could understand why he didn't want the closest person he had to a parent to leave him.
"You'll see me very soon, Harry," Sirius said. "I promise you. But I must do what I can. You understand, don't you?"
"Yeah," Harry said, a bit unwillingly. "Yeah…of course I do."
Sirius briefly grasped his hand and left the room. It was getting emptier and emptier.
"Severus," Dumbledore said gravely, turning to Snape. "You know what I must ask you to do. If you are ready…if you are prepared…"
"I am," Snape said, his face pale and his eyes hard.
"Then good luck," Dumbledore said, watching after Snape as he swept out of the room.
Daphne knew where Dumbledore had sent him. She hoped Snape's Occlumency hadn't gotten rusty over the years.
For several minutes, there was a silence. Then, Dumbledore said, "I must go downstairs. I must see the Diggorys. Harry…take the rest of your potion. I will see all of you later."
He left the room, and again, a silence fell.
"You've got to take the rest of your potion, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said at last. Her hand nudged the sack of gold on his bedside table as she reached for the bottle and the goblet. "You have a good long sleep. Try and think about something else for a while…think about what you're going to buy with your winnings!"
"I don't want that gold," Harry said in an expressionless voice. "You can have it. Anyone can have it. I shouldn't have won it. It should've been Cedric's."
Daphne could see him struggling to keep his emotions under control.
"It wasn't your fault, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said softly.
"I told him to take the cup with me," Harry said, his voice now oddly strained.
Again, Daphne moved before Mrs. Weasley could. She wrapped her arms around Harry and pulled him close to her, holding him tighter than she'd ever done before, and Harry responded, holding her, too, and Daphne knew, by his trembling and labored breathing, that he was still fighting not to burst into tears.
She wished she could be alone with him, but she knew this wasn't the moment to be selfish. Harry needed all the support he could get around him.
Unwillingly, Daphne let go of the embrace, her own eyes burning as well.
"Your potion, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said, handing him the goblet.
He drank it in one gulp and lay back down, instantly asleep.
"Daphne, we need to get going," Dad said. "I have a lot of people to contact."
"Me too," Mum said. "We're going to need eyes and ears in as many places as we can…"
Daphne hugged both of them at the same time. "Thank you," she whispered.
"We'll see you at home and we'll stay in touch daily," Dad said. "If there's anything at all we can do, for you, for Harry…" He looked at the Weasleys. "Or for any of you…let us know and we'll do it."
Mrs. Weasley nodded gratefully. "Thank you both. It's good to have you looking out for Harry as well," she said.
With a last look at Daphne, Mum and Dad also left the room. Mrs. Weasley seemed torn about staying and leaving as well.
"Mrs. Weasley, if you need to get to…whatever Dumbledore needs doing…we'll keep watch over Harry," Daphne said.
"I…oh, all right…I'm going to talk to Dumbledore, see if I can convince him to let Harry stay with us right away…" Mrs. Weasley said.
She hugged all her children and Hermione and Daphne, and then left the room.
"He'll have to stay at the Dursleys for at least four weeks, though, right?" Hermione asked uncertainly.
"I'll stay with him until then," Daphne said.
"D'you think they'll let you?" Ron asked.
Daphne shrugged. "I don't care. I'm not leaving him on his own with them," she said angrily. Again, a silence fell, and this time, it wasn't broken for the rest of the night.
Lots of copy-paste, but I love this scene and I wouldn't be able to do it better. Fortunately, the next chapter should already be up by the time you read this. Even I am not that lazy.