So sorry this took so long, but I had horrible writer's block and then I
had to read OP then got depressed because all my fanfics are out of date
now. I finally got an idea and now I'm back on track again...sort of.
You people have not reviewed in forever! I feel forgotten. (
Lost in Darkness
Chapter Eleven: What a Nightmare
That night, Rose and Bill moved back into their Hogwarts apartment.
Rose slept restlessly. She kept having horrible nightmares. In one, she saw Snape screaming and clutching his arm, blood spurting out of a wound just below his shoulder. In another, she saw Jay, screaming, too, but pressing her arm to an ash-black Dark Mark on her arm. She saw herself watching a coffin be lowered into the ground. But the one she woke up to was when she dreamed that she was dead. She felt a sword rammed into her stomach, and she woke up, screaming.
"Rose, what's wrong?" Bill asked concernedly.
"Nothing," she panted. "Nothing, just a nightmare."
"For you, nothing is 'just a nightmare.'"
"Seriously. Go back to sleep," she said firmly with a hint of stubbornness.
Within minutes, his snores filled the room. Rose fell back to sleep, but just had more nightmares. These were from her past. The night Voldemort came to her house. She heard her father, yelling at her mother to run. She heard Sarah begging Lucius Malfoy, and heard her dying. She felt the excruciating pain when his curse hit her. She heard her mother's pleas, and her running to help, but was too late. She heard Harry crying, sitting next to their mother's body, and relived her fight with Sirius and Hagrid, begging to keep Harry. She woke up again, her face covered in sweat and tears. It took her hours to fall back to sleep.
When she woke up the next morning, she was still exhausted. Bill was already up. She climbed out of bed and shivered as the cold air hit her. Her head throbbed. She reached for her brush and methodically began brushing her hair, still wild from her restless night.
"Still tired?" Bill asked sympathetically.
"Just a bit," she yawned.
"Go back to bed. You need to sleep."
"No, I don't," she said stubbornly.
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't!"
Bill dropped the subject. Quickly. Rose sighed and massaged the bags under her eyes, wondering whether Harry was awake yet.
*~*~*
Harry woke up on Boxing Day to his cousin bouncing on the foot of his bed.
"Hermione!"
"Come on, you need to get up."
"It's seven in the morning and there's no school. Let me sleep, woman."
"Come on! We're going to spend the day with Rose and Bill and the twins!"
Harry grudgingly rolled out of bed. Hermione stopped bouncing.
"Come on, we need to wake Ginny up."
"You do that."
As soon as she had left the room, he fell asleep again. It didn't last long, though. He heard a woman crying. Not in his room, in his head.
*Um...are you okay?*
*Oh! Harry, that's you, isn't it?*
*No. It's Lord Voldemort. Why were you crying?*
*I wasn't crying out loud,* she said defensively. *Just in my head.*
*Yeah, but why?*
The Golds rarely invaded the heads of others. It was really very rude.
*I had a dream last night.*
*Dream as in a Seer dream or dream as in a bad dream?*
*Bad dream. My brain did a dementor on me and I started reliving my worst moments.*
*And those would be?*
*I should think you'd know.*
*Roughly. But tell me anyways.*
*You really want the whole list?*
*Yes.*
*Tough.*
*Rose!*
"Harry!"
Harry snapped back into the real world. Ron's vivid red head was poking through his door.
"We're going to the common room."
"I'll be down in a second."
*I've got to go,* he told Rose.
*I know.*
Just as Harry was leaving, James the phoenix flew through his window carrying a letter. Checking the handwriting, he realized it was from Jay. He slowly descended the spiral staircase and sat down onto his couch. Ginny was already there. Ron and Hermione were on Ron's couch.
"Who's the letter from?" Hermione asked.
"Neville," Harry said, slitting the envelope open.
He read it out loud.
"Dear Harry, I know you're probably reading this to your friends, so hello to them too. Jay and I are at an inn in Diagon Alley. Mrs. Longbottom's reaction to Jay's line of ancestry was, shall we say, not so pleasant. We went here to hide. Unfortunately, the Death Eaters found us. Jay was summoned, and I insisted on coming, too. Apparently they were expecting that, because they had a marriage license ready. They made us sign it. That's not as good as you might think. Please give this to Professor Dumbledore. Neville."
There was a long, stunned, silence, broken by Ginny.
"Well," she said brightly. "Jay and Neville have been busy, haven't they?"
*~*~*
Rose sat down at her desk and pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose. She was getting an absolutely excruciating headache.
"Something wrong?" Bill asked.
"Headache," Rose groaned.
"It's called 'overwork.'"
"It is not overwork."
"You've been working up to ten hours a day on finding You-Know-Who."
"No. Specifically, I am finding his nephew."
"Whatever."
She continued scribbling on a piece of parchment for about five more minutes. After a while, she threw down her quill and sighed in frustration.
"I can't take this anymore. Bill, can I show you something?"
Bill nodded. Rose expected that by now he was quite used to her spontaneity. She led him into a locked room hidden behind a tapestry, of which there were many. Inside were several things.
The first was an old Cleansweep Three, well-worn but still carefully polished and sitting on a rack. Another was a worn, well-loved stuffed lioness toy with a charm shaped like a phoenix hanging on a faded red ribbon around its neck. Another was a figurine of a wolf howling at the moon floating above it. Folded in a corner were several sets of tiny Gryffindor Quidditch robes, one about the right size for a tiny baby, another for a one-year-old, another for a two-year-old, yet another for a child about three, and one for a girl of about four. There were several worn copies of the Lord of the Rings books on a shelf, and Rose's Invisibility Cloak hung on a rack. A Pensieve sat in a corner. Around the room were all sorts of other odd little things. But the most interesting item was a little rocky pool with a large jug of water beside it. Inside the pool rested a glass ball about the size of a Quaffle filled with pearly mist.
"Is that..."
"A scrying pool," Rose said proudly. "It's very handy, considering the one who gave it to me."
"This was..."
Rose scowled.
"It was a Christmas present the year before Harry was born. From Wormtail."
"Oh."
She picked up the jug and poured a good deal of clear water into the pool. The water swirled and glowed. Rose placed her hands on either side of the pool and cleared her throat.
"Show me what happens to Lord Voldemort."
The pool glittered once again, but this time went blank. Rose scowled and swore.
"What does that mean?" Bill asked.
"It's still up for grabs," Rose sighed. "Something's happened that could mess everything up. Yesterday it said we'd get him. I think it's going to stay indefinite like that for a while."
*~*~*
Alex looked at her reflection in the mirror. Perfect, she thought approvingly. She wore an old-fashioned long black velvet dress with silver trim and a black cloak that covered her face when the hood was up. One last thing to do...
She took a deep breath and raised her wand to her hair. Long tresses of golden hair dropped to the floor. When Alex's once almost waist-length hair had been clipped and curled to a fashionable shoulder-length style, she scooped up the hair and dropped it into her vanity. She then lifted the hood and fixed the silver tassel that hung on the point at the forehead. She then dropped some gold into her pocket and set off for the Hog's Head.
It was crowded there. Luckily, it didn't seem unusual for people to keep their face covered. Alex quickly did a voice charm, changing her high- pitched tones to those more reminiscent of Narcissa Malfoy. She slid into a seat at the bar. The bartender came over, polishing a filthy glass with an even filthier rag.
"What'll it be, Missy?" he growled in a deep voice.
"Firewhisky," Alex said in hard tones.
He ducked under the bar and came up holding a tall bottle of murky brown beer. Alex snatched the bottle, popped the lid, and drank a third of the bottle in a single gulp.
"Missy, you'll need to pay for that."
Alex flicked him off and insolently drank some more. Half the bottle was gone. The bar had suddenly gone quiet.
"Sure. Fine. Whatever. Here," she snarled, shoving a few Galleons at him.
She downed the rest of the bottle and ordered more.
*~*~*
"Anyone else wondering where Alex is?" Ally mused aloud.
"No," Rose said sarcastically. "I have much better things to worry about than a missing Gold member of the Order of the Phoenix."
"Here we go again," Ron muttered under his breath.
"There's no need to get short with me," Ally said huffily.
"They have now been doing this for the past half hour," Hermione groaned.
"Well, your question was just slightly obvious."
"I was just wondering!"
"I believe you said that already."
"That's it, I can't take it anymore," Harry snapped, standing up.
Rose and Ally stopped bickering and looked at the seventh year.
"I can't take you two bickering anymore. I'm going to go and try to find Alex."
"I'm coming," Rose said.
"Fine. Don't let her twin come," Ally snarled.
"You aren't coming because if you do, you and Rose will argue," Harry said with the patient air one uses when talking to a small child one is angry with and trying not to spank.
Ally scowled fiercely and began fiddling with the diamond on her finger. Rose gave her the Death Glare and made sure to brush back her shining hair with her hand wearing the elaborate ruby-and-gold wedding ring shaped like a lion and the even fancier engagement ring shaped like a Unisus and made of several different jewels.
"Let's just go," Harry snapped.
Rose pulled on a scarlet cloak, contrasting with Harry's plain black school- issue cloak. They simultaneously pulled up their hoods and went out into the flurrying snow.
"Where d'you think we should check?" Harry asked.
Rose shrugged. "Three Broomsticks, Zonko's, Honeyduke's, Hog's Head."
"Okay, Three Broomsticks first."
They trudged through the snow to the Three Broomsticks. Although they did not see Alex, Madame Rosmerta was extremely helpful.
"I saw her heading that way a bit ago," she said, pointing in the direction the siblings had walked.
"Only Zonko's and the Hog's Head is over there," Rose said. "Zonko's is first."
They swung into Zonko's, stopping briefly to ogle at a new item that had just come in, a fake Firebolt. As soon as you tried to fly it, it would turn into a mop.
"I should buy it for Alex," Rose said. "Speaking of which, we'd better find her soon or I will risk strangling her."
The last stop was the nasty-looking pub, The Hog's Head.
"Keep your hood up and, whatever you do, don't let your scar show," Rose muttered. "I've been here before while I was in school."
"Really?" Harry said keenly. "When was this?"
"I did some stupid things when I was in second year, including sneaking out of my dorm. Here's a tip: being drunk is horribly, horribly unpleasant, and so is having poison slipped into your firewhisky. And firewhisky's practically poisonous in the first place..."
"I think I'll stay out here."
"Okay."
Rose casually swung into the pub. It was just as she remembered. Filthy, loud, and raucous. She looked around for Alex. It was hard to see if she was there, as most everyone had their face covered. She looked for anyone who looked remotely female. She saw only one person, someone sitting at the bar and drinking a firewhisky. Rose sighed. Only one thing to do. She casually invaded her thoughts to see who it was. She swelled in fury, Mrs. Weasley-like, at what she saw.
Tossing her head so the hood fell from her face, she marched to where her friend sat at the bar. She grabbed her by the neck of the cloak and hauled her out of the pub. She then threw the hood away from her face. She gasped at what she saw.
Alex's beautiful turquoise eyes seemed to have faded to a dull grey-blue and had sunk into her skull. There were deep bags under her eyes and her face was impossibly pale. Her hair had been cut into a shoulder-length, curly style that would have been quite fashionable if the curls hand't been so limp. Harry was edging back to the house on the other side of town. He could sense the impending explosion.
Rose's eyes began to turn violet as she swelled even further. Her cheeks, pink from the cold, began to turn white, then red with anger. Her blood pressure was rising further and further.
"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU!" she suddenly shrieked, sending several birds out of a nearby tree, twittering into the snowy sky. "FIRST YOU SLEEP WITH A GUY YOU'RE NOT EVEN ENGAGED TO, THEN, WHILE YOU'RE PREGNANT, GO TO A BAR AND GET DRUNK OFF FIREWHISKY! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU COULD HAVE DONE TO THE BABY?"
Alex lifted her chin stubbornly. Rose's blood pressure went off the scale.
"ALEXA ELIZABETH BERNARD! I THOUGHT YOU HAD LEARNED AFTER YOU SLEPT WITH FREDERICK! BUT NO, YOU THINK YOU'LL GO DROWN YOURSELF IN BOOZE, THAT'LL SOLVE THE PROBLEM! YOU IDIOT!"
She grabbed Alex' ear and hauled her, protesting, back to the house.
*~*~*
Not much, but I need to update. Next chapter: HUGE fight. Bernards vs. Potters, which of course will split the Weasleys in half. The teams stand thus: Alex, Ally, Fred, George, and Mr. Weasley for the Bernards' side of the argument, and Rose, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley for the Potters' side. That'll be something good, won't it? (
You people have not reviewed in forever! I feel forgotten. (
Lost in Darkness
Chapter Eleven: What a Nightmare
That night, Rose and Bill moved back into their Hogwarts apartment.
Rose slept restlessly. She kept having horrible nightmares. In one, she saw Snape screaming and clutching his arm, blood spurting out of a wound just below his shoulder. In another, she saw Jay, screaming, too, but pressing her arm to an ash-black Dark Mark on her arm. She saw herself watching a coffin be lowered into the ground. But the one she woke up to was when she dreamed that she was dead. She felt a sword rammed into her stomach, and she woke up, screaming.
"Rose, what's wrong?" Bill asked concernedly.
"Nothing," she panted. "Nothing, just a nightmare."
"For you, nothing is 'just a nightmare.'"
"Seriously. Go back to sleep," she said firmly with a hint of stubbornness.
Within minutes, his snores filled the room. Rose fell back to sleep, but just had more nightmares. These were from her past. The night Voldemort came to her house. She heard her father, yelling at her mother to run. She heard Sarah begging Lucius Malfoy, and heard her dying. She felt the excruciating pain when his curse hit her. She heard her mother's pleas, and her running to help, but was too late. She heard Harry crying, sitting next to their mother's body, and relived her fight with Sirius and Hagrid, begging to keep Harry. She woke up again, her face covered in sweat and tears. It took her hours to fall back to sleep.
When she woke up the next morning, she was still exhausted. Bill was already up. She climbed out of bed and shivered as the cold air hit her. Her head throbbed. She reached for her brush and methodically began brushing her hair, still wild from her restless night.
"Still tired?" Bill asked sympathetically.
"Just a bit," she yawned.
"Go back to bed. You need to sleep."
"No, I don't," she said stubbornly.
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't!"
Bill dropped the subject. Quickly. Rose sighed and massaged the bags under her eyes, wondering whether Harry was awake yet.
*~*~*
Harry woke up on Boxing Day to his cousin bouncing on the foot of his bed.
"Hermione!"
"Come on, you need to get up."
"It's seven in the morning and there's no school. Let me sleep, woman."
"Come on! We're going to spend the day with Rose and Bill and the twins!"
Harry grudgingly rolled out of bed. Hermione stopped bouncing.
"Come on, we need to wake Ginny up."
"You do that."
As soon as she had left the room, he fell asleep again. It didn't last long, though. He heard a woman crying. Not in his room, in his head.
*Um...are you okay?*
*Oh! Harry, that's you, isn't it?*
*No. It's Lord Voldemort. Why were you crying?*
*I wasn't crying out loud,* she said defensively. *Just in my head.*
*Yeah, but why?*
The Golds rarely invaded the heads of others. It was really very rude.
*I had a dream last night.*
*Dream as in a Seer dream or dream as in a bad dream?*
*Bad dream. My brain did a dementor on me and I started reliving my worst moments.*
*And those would be?*
*I should think you'd know.*
*Roughly. But tell me anyways.*
*You really want the whole list?*
*Yes.*
*Tough.*
*Rose!*
"Harry!"
Harry snapped back into the real world. Ron's vivid red head was poking through his door.
"We're going to the common room."
"I'll be down in a second."
*I've got to go,* he told Rose.
*I know.*
Just as Harry was leaving, James the phoenix flew through his window carrying a letter. Checking the handwriting, he realized it was from Jay. He slowly descended the spiral staircase and sat down onto his couch. Ginny was already there. Ron and Hermione were on Ron's couch.
"Who's the letter from?" Hermione asked.
"Neville," Harry said, slitting the envelope open.
He read it out loud.
"Dear Harry, I know you're probably reading this to your friends, so hello to them too. Jay and I are at an inn in Diagon Alley. Mrs. Longbottom's reaction to Jay's line of ancestry was, shall we say, not so pleasant. We went here to hide. Unfortunately, the Death Eaters found us. Jay was summoned, and I insisted on coming, too. Apparently they were expecting that, because they had a marriage license ready. They made us sign it. That's not as good as you might think. Please give this to Professor Dumbledore. Neville."
There was a long, stunned, silence, broken by Ginny.
"Well," she said brightly. "Jay and Neville have been busy, haven't they?"
*~*~*
Rose sat down at her desk and pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose. She was getting an absolutely excruciating headache.
"Something wrong?" Bill asked.
"Headache," Rose groaned.
"It's called 'overwork.'"
"It is not overwork."
"You've been working up to ten hours a day on finding You-Know-Who."
"No. Specifically, I am finding his nephew."
"Whatever."
She continued scribbling on a piece of parchment for about five more minutes. After a while, she threw down her quill and sighed in frustration.
"I can't take this anymore. Bill, can I show you something?"
Bill nodded. Rose expected that by now he was quite used to her spontaneity. She led him into a locked room hidden behind a tapestry, of which there were many. Inside were several things.
The first was an old Cleansweep Three, well-worn but still carefully polished and sitting on a rack. Another was a worn, well-loved stuffed lioness toy with a charm shaped like a phoenix hanging on a faded red ribbon around its neck. Another was a figurine of a wolf howling at the moon floating above it. Folded in a corner were several sets of tiny Gryffindor Quidditch robes, one about the right size for a tiny baby, another for a one-year-old, another for a two-year-old, yet another for a child about three, and one for a girl of about four. There were several worn copies of the Lord of the Rings books on a shelf, and Rose's Invisibility Cloak hung on a rack. A Pensieve sat in a corner. Around the room were all sorts of other odd little things. But the most interesting item was a little rocky pool with a large jug of water beside it. Inside the pool rested a glass ball about the size of a Quaffle filled with pearly mist.
"Is that..."
"A scrying pool," Rose said proudly. "It's very handy, considering the one who gave it to me."
"This was..."
Rose scowled.
"It was a Christmas present the year before Harry was born. From Wormtail."
"Oh."
She picked up the jug and poured a good deal of clear water into the pool. The water swirled and glowed. Rose placed her hands on either side of the pool and cleared her throat.
"Show me what happens to Lord Voldemort."
The pool glittered once again, but this time went blank. Rose scowled and swore.
"What does that mean?" Bill asked.
"It's still up for grabs," Rose sighed. "Something's happened that could mess everything up. Yesterday it said we'd get him. I think it's going to stay indefinite like that for a while."
*~*~*
Alex looked at her reflection in the mirror. Perfect, she thought approvingly. She wore an old-fashioned long black velvet dress with silver trim and a black cloak that covered her face when the hood was up. One last thing to do...
She took a deep breath and raised her wand to her hair. Long tresses of golden hair dropped to the floor. When Alex's once almost waist-length hair had been clipped and curled to a fashionable shoulder-length style, she scooped up the hair and dropped it into her vanity. She then lifted the hood and fixed the silver tassel that hung on the point at the forehead. She then dropped some gold into her pocket and set off for the Hog's Head.
It was crowded there. Luckily, it didn't seem unusual for people to keep their face covered. Alex quickly did a voice charm, changing her high- pitched tones to those more reminiscent of Narcissa Malfoy. She slid into a seat at the bar. The bartender came over, polishing a filthy glass with an even filthier rag.
"What'll it be, Missy?" he growled in a deep voice.
"Firewhisky," Alex said in hard tones.
He ducked under the bar and came up holding a tall bottle of murky brown beer. Alex snatched the bottle, popped the lid, and drank a third of the bottle in a single gulp.
"Missy, you'll need to pay for that."
Alex flicked him off and insolently drank some more. Half the bottle was gone. The bar had suddenly gone quiet.
"Sure. Fine. Whatever. Here," she snarled, shoving a few Galleons at him.
She downed the rest of the bottle and ordered more.
*~*~*
"Anyone else wondering where Alex is?" Ally mused aloud.
"No," Rose said sarcastically. "I have much better things to worry about than a missing Gold member of the Order of the Phoenix."
"Here we go again," Ron muttered under his breath.
"There's no need to get short with me," Ally said huffily.
"They have now been doing this for the past half hour," Hermione groaned.
"Well, your question was just slightly obvious."
"I was just wondering!"
"I believe you said that already."
"That's it, I can't take it anymore," Harry snapped, standing up.
Rose and Ally stopped bickering and looked at the seventh year.
"I can't take you two bickering anymore. I'm going to go and try to find Alex."
"I'm coming," Rose said.
"Fine. Don't let her twin come," Ally snarled.
"You aren't coming because if you do, you and Rose will argue," Harry said with the patient air one uses when talking to a small child one is angry with and trying not to spank.
Ally scowled fiercely and began fiddling with the diamond on her finger. Rose gave her the Death Glare and made sure to brush back her shining hair with her hand wearing the elaborate ruby-and-gold wedding ring shaped like a lion and the even fancier engagement ring shaped like a Unisus and made of several different jewels.
"Let's just go," Harry snapped.
Rose pulled on a scarlet cloak, contrasting with Harry's plain black school- issue cloak. They simultaneously pulled up their hoods and went out into the flurrying snow.
"Where d'you think we should check?" Harry asked.
Rose shrugged. "Three Broomsticks, Zonko's, Honeyduke's, Hog's Head."
"Okay, Three Broomsticks first."
They trudged through the snow to the Three Broomsticks. Although they did not see Alex, Madame Rosmerta was extremely helpful.
"I saw her heading that way a bit ago," she said, pointing in the direction the siblings had walked.
"Only Zonko's and the Hog's Head is over there," Rose said. "Zonko's is first."
They swung into Zonko's, stopping briefly to ogle at a new item that had just come in, a fake Firebolt. As soon as you tried to fly it, it would turn into a mop.
"I should buy it for Alex," Rose said. "Speaking of which, we'd better find her soon or I will risk strangling her."
The last stop was the nasty-looking pub, The Hog's Head.
"Keep your hood up and, whatever you do, don't let your scar show," Rose muttered. "I've been here before while I was in school."
"Really?" Harry said keenly. "When was this?"
"I did some stupid things when I was in second year, including sneaking out of my dorm. Here's a tip: being drunk is horribly, horribly unpleasant, and so is having poison slipped into your firewhisky. And firewhisky's practically poisonous in the first place..."
"I think I'll stay out here."
"Okay."
Rose casually swung into the pub. It was just as she remembered. Filthy, loud, and raucous. She looked around for Alex. It was hard to see if she was there, as most everyone had their face covered. She looked for anyone who looked remotely female. She saw only one person, someone sitting at the bar and drinking a firewhisky. Rose sighed. Only one thing to do. She casually invaded her thoughts to see who it was. She swelled in fury, Mrs. Weasley-like, at what she saw.
Tossing her head so the hood fell from her face, she marched to where her friend sat at the bar. She grabbed her by the neck of the cloak and hauled her out of the pub. She then threw the hood away from her face. She gasped at what she saw.
Alex's beautiful turquoise eyes seemed to have faded to a dull grey-blue and had sunk into her skull. There were deep bags under her eyes and her face was impossibly pale. Her hair had been cut into a shoulder-length, curly style that would have been quite fashionable if the curls hand't been so limp. Harry was edging back to the house on the other side of town. He could sense the impending explosion.
Rose's eyes began to turn violet as she swelled even further. Her cheeks, pink from the cold, began to turn white, then red with anger. Her blood pressure was rising further and further.
"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU!" she suddenly shrieked, sending several birds out of a nearby tree, twittering into the snowy sky. "FIRST YOU SLEEP WITH A GUY YOU'RE NOT EVEN ENGAGED TO, THEN, WHILE YOU'RE PREGNANT, GO TO A BAR AND GET DRUNK OFF FIREWHISKY! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU COULD HAVE DONE TO THE BABY?"
Alex lifted her chin stubbornly. Rose's blood pressure went off the scale.
"ALEXA ELIZABETH BERNARD! I THOUGHT YOU HAD LEARNED AFTER YOU SLEPT WITH FREDERICK! BUT NO, YOU THINK YOU'LL GO DROWN YOURSELF IN BOOZE, THAT'LL SOLVE THE PROBLEM! YOU IDIOT!"
She grabbed Alex' ear and hauled her, protesting, back to the house.
*~*~*
Not much, but I need to update. Next chapter: HUGE fight. Bernards vs. Potters, which of course will split the Weasleys in half. The teams stand thus: Alex, Ally, Fred, George, and Mr. Weasley for the Bernards' side of the argument, and Rose, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley for the Potters' side. That'll be something good, won't it? (
