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— CHAPTER TWO —

Birthdays?

"Harry, Harry wake up" Remus' voice echoed through Harrys' head, he finally opened his eyes to see a concerned looking Remus.

"You got me scared there Harry, are you always this hard to wake" Remus was settling down at his bedside and talking quietly to him.

"No not usually, but it started after I got here" Harry motioned his hand to the room to indicate he meant the house. "What time is it Remus?" a bit curious, the other members of Order who had looked for Harry hadn't woken him just looked at his room to see if he was alright.

It had been about four weeks since he had arrived at the Dursleys. At the fourth day Dumbledore had come back with some members of the Order to put the Fidelius charm on the Dursleys house. After that Harrys' life had settled down to what it normally was with the Dursleys, except for the fact that they ignored him and he returned the favour without hesitation. The Dursleys were very quiet, they didn't bother looking at him to see f he were all right, they left some leftovers for him to eat when he finally came down from his room.

Harry had been sleeping many hours after the Fidelius charm had been put on the house, he often wondered if it were a side effect of the charm but when he looked at the Dursleys they didn't seem to be affected by it.

One day he had sent a letter to Dumbledore to ask him what he thought about it, he had told Harry that there shouldn't be any side effects from the charm but it might be because of Voldemort possessing him in the ministry.

To Harry it made sense, but it was still a bit unnerving, he would get up late in the afternoon and go to bed early in the nights, Hedwig was getting exceedingly annoyed with him because he couldn't just let her out in the nights.

"It is 1 o'clock in the afternoon Harry" Remus' voice brought Harry back to reality; he had been drifting off again by his thoughts.

Harry tried to remember his dream again, it wasn't easy, he where still being bothered by his nightmares constantly reminding him of his loss, but they weren't as hard on him as they were at first.

Harry stifled a yawn as he saw Remus' face getting a worried expression again "I'm ok Remus just tired, that's all" Harry said this quite convincingly. "What are you doing here Remus? As far as I remember, the last one to check up on me was here last week" Harry began to wonder again, Remus were usually to busy to make any visits unless he had a reason beyond the visit itself.

"Well Harry I am here on the behalf of your friends, if you haven't remembered today is your birthday"

Harry just sat there with a shocked expression on his face; to be honest he had given up on his calendar after he had forgotten to cross a few days. That would mean after his first week back.

"Harry just because you tend to forget such days doesn't mean your friends forget them" Remus had of course read Harrys' expression right. It seemed to Harry that Remus was quietly enjoying his reaction to all of this.

"Well Harry, happy birthday," Remus voice seemed to be filled with joy "now I came here to give you your presents in person so the Order were sure they wouldn't have been tampered with" after his last comment Remus left Harrys' bed and went over to his desk, he took various small items from his robe placed them on Harrys' desk and muttered a spell on them, when he had finished the spell Harry saw that the items were actually his presents, they began to grow in size and in the end form quite a pile on his desk.

"So Harry how are you doing" Remus began talking as he took the chair from Harrys' desk and sat by his bed.

"I'm fine Remus of course I'm being bothered by nightmares and all that, who wouldn't. I have agreed with myself that I am not the direct cause of Sirius death, but I still can't shake the feeling, that I where the reason he took of to the ministry that night" Harry felt tired, but he didn't want to waste this rare opportunity to have a talk with someone other than the Dursleys.

"What about these nightmares, have they been disrupting your sleep Harry? Is that why you are sleeping this late, because you can't sleep with the nightmares?" Remus voice radiated his concern for Harry.

Harry could clearly see and feel Remus' concern for him, but he still couldn't hold back a snort, he saw Remus looking curious at him and so he decided to tell him about his sleeping 'problems'.

"No Remus it is not because I lack the sleep, on the contrary, so far I have spent most of the time in bed sleeping away the holidays. I've talked discussed it with Dumbledore; he thinks it might be a side effect from when Voldemort possessed me in the ministry"

Remus looked startled at this, but he still kept his voice calm. "I didn't know he possessed you in the ministry, why did he do it?"

"He told Dumbledore he should kill me" Harry answered calmly, but could see that Remus was upset. "Remus, please calm down, as you can see clearly nothing happened"

"Harry, if what you say is true then something did happen. Honestly how can you say nothing is wrong when you spent the majority of your holidays in bed?" Remus was raising his voice a bit shocking Harry, he didn't know he could be this angry.


"Sorry Remus but its not like I can do anything about it, I don't know that kind of magic so I couldn't defend myself from the attack now could I" Harry spoke quickly feeling threatened to by the way his former teacher from Hogwarts reacted to his words.

After that comment Remus settled down and answered Harry, "Sorry Harry but you are the last person I would see hurt, and I think Dumbledore should have informed the Order about this. You are the son of one of my best friends and after Sirius died I have feel it is my responsibility to make sure you are all right"

Harry got an empty feeling in his stomach at these words "I'm sorry Remus; and thank you for caring"

"Well Harry would you mind taking a walk and getting some fresh air on your birthday, god knows when you've last been outside this house"

Harry was glad to change the subject and quickly responded "That would be great Remus, but are you sure that I would be allowed? I mean with all that's been going on" Harry was a bit reluctant about reminding Remus that he wasn't allowed to get out, but he didn't want Remus to get in trouble with the Order because of him.

"Of course Harry, I have already checked with Dumbledore if it's ok. As long as you are with an Order member you can leave the house to take a walk" that settled it for Harry, it took him fifteen minutes to get cleaned up and then he and Remus left for the house to get some fresh air.

Harry and Remus got back to the Dursleys two hours later, Harry had enjoyed the walk beyond words probably because he hadn't been out in the air for so long, and he had talked Remus to just keep walking with him.

They got inside and walked to the kitchens to get some food, Harry was quite hungry seeing that he hadn't gotten anything to eat for nearly 24 hours.

The food wasn't much but Harry was finally enjoying his birthday, Remus was great company and had a lot of stories to tell from his own time as a marauder.

It was getting dark outside and Harry was beginning to feel tired when Remus spoke again.

"Harry I have to leave now, I've got to report back to Dumbledore and discuss some things with him before the day is over" Remus seemed as sad as Harry; it had been very nice to have a real friend accompany him on his birthday, not just the Dursleys.

"Well it was nice of you to come visit me Remus, I've had a great time for once" Harry no matter how hard he tried still couldn't keep a normal tone, he was sad, not only because Remus was leaving now, but because he knew he wouldn't be able to enjoy himself this much in the near future when he would be left to himself again.

"Well I might come back during the summer if you'd like that Harry, but for now I have to leave, I'm in a bit of a hurry already" Remus hurried out the door and Harry was left to himself yet again, he sat on his bed and started reading one of his old 'Defence against the dark arts' books. After about ten minutes of reading Harry saw something out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help grinning as he saw all his presents piled up on his desk, untouched, bored beyond words, he immediately started opening the letters first.

The first letter was from Ron if you looked at the way the letters was written.

Happy birthday Harry,

I hope you are ok with all that's happened last year and that the muggles aren't treating you too badly if they are just remember you can always tell the members of the Order if they start being a problem.

I hope you will be happy about my gift, I actually found it in Knockturn Alley I had to get some money from Fred and George, their business is doing great, after I told them it would be a present from you they were literally stumbling across each other to give me the money.

I don't know much about it, and I'm sorry for the way it looks, but I think its qualities will make up for it. When you see it maybe you can tell me if it's actually making any sense.

I can't tell you much about what's going on besides what you can read in the papers. They aren't telling us anything about you-know-what, have they let you in on anything?

I don't know if you have been reading the daily prophet this holydays. The wizards' world is in an uproar about Fudge keeping the return of you-know-who a secret.

I don't know if you have read Hermiones' letter yet, but I might as well tell you if you haven't, both The Daily Prophet and Cornelius Fudge have sent out an official apology to you and professor Dumbledore, Hermione told me she would send you an article describing the apologies.

Well Harry I have to say that life at The Burrow has never been this boring, we are rarely allowed to go away from our grounds, and it quidditch is beginning to get boring when you play it all the time.

Fred and George seems to be the only ones allowed to leave the house, their excuse is that their joke shop at Diagon Alley can't be taken care of by others. Believe it or not, the two of them is actually behaving mature.

Bill and Charlie has come home to stay with us until things have settled down a bit, they of course know about everything, but they won't tell me and Ginny, you know, I am really looking forward to seeing you and Hermione again so I have someone to talk about this.

As far as I know Mom is trying to get Dumbledore convinced that you can stay here at The Burrow, I don't know if she's successful thou every time she comes back from a conversation with him about you she seems a bit out of herself and starts cooking something.

Percy has become the big mystery of our family, we just can't figure him out. He has only shown himself a couple of times, and when he finally talks to us it is usually to excuse his behaviour last year, I think he's trying to blame it on the Ministry Of Magic even though we all know it was his decision.

I'll see you later Harry (hopefully not much later) Take care,

Ron

It was a long letter from Ron and Harry enjoyed reading it, unlike the letter he got from Ron last year this one was very informative, Harry didn't know if it was because Ron was afraid Harry would get another temper tantrum if he didn't tell him what was going on or if it was because they were allowed to talk about it this time.

Harry took the present which followed Rons' letter, it was a small package, it was about six inches long and two inches wide, completely clueless about what it was, and Harry figured he might as well open it.

Inside the box was a beautiful knife, or rather a dagger, a little longer than 5.5 inches, the blade faint green shimmer about it making it glow slightly in the dark room. Harry suddenly saw what Ron meant about being sorry about the way it looked; at the back of the blade was what looked like the tail of a snake, starting from the top of the blade the snake went down to the top of the handle where it 'curled' up going around in a circle.

The handle had a white colour somehow resembling marble; it seemed as if two fine cut diamonds had been absorbed into to the blade, just half an inch below the top of the handle, making it look like they were one with the blade.

Harry immediately understood why Ron had to ask his two brothers for money, but if they could afford this their business must have been doing beyond great.

He noticed a piece of paper lying by the dagger; he picked it up and read what it said.

I found the dagger in Knockturn Alley, it is said to be enchanted with magic, which seems to be much like the enchantments on the knife Sirius gave you just stronger, enabling it to open any lock no matter the wards put on it. I don't know much about it, dad told me the owner of the shop was quite respectable so I doubt it is dangerous but you might want to be a bit careful when until you are certain.

Ron

Harry was genuinely happy, the dagger though not a direct gift from Sirius was still reminding him of Sirius, he took it up and turned it in his hands to examine it better, it really was beautiful, he couldn't help feel glad that Ron had given him something like this.

Suddenly the snakes head looked up at him and hissed something, taken by surprise Harry dropped the dagger on the floor and looked at it as if it might attack him.

After some time Harry collected himself and picked it up again, it didn't do anything so he looked at it again.

It took some time before it happened again, but this time Harry listened. "Do you claim me?" it was a small voice, barely above a whisper but Harry could clearly make out what it said.

"What do you mean?" Harry concentrated asked it.

Nothing happened this time, it didn't do anything.

Harry concentrated all he could, just as he had done in his second year when he had to enter the chamber of secrets. "What do you mean?" it still didn't sound different to him, but this time the snake reacted.

"Do you claim me?" It said in the same voice as before, it kept its head up as waiting for an answer.

"Yes, I claim you" he was still concentrating to speak in parselmouth.

 The snakes head lay down again and stayed there. Even more puzzled Harry tried to ask it some questions.

"Who are you?" no answer the snake stayed down as it had done at first.

"Why can you speak?" nothing, if Harry hadn't heard it in the first place he would have thought it was an ordinary dagger.

"What can you do?" this time the snake moved again, its head turning to face him as before.

"I can open locks, and I am able to prepare potion ingredients" The head stayed up this time as for waiting for more questions.

"Do you have a mind?" this was a question Harry would like to get an answer to, he didn't want a situation similar to the one in his second year and Mr. Weasleys warning was still clearly imprinted in his mind.

"No" he couldn't help feeling relieved at these words, but still a bit sad, it would have been nice to have someone to talk to.

"Why can you speak if you don't have a mind?" he was curious, the dagger must have the ability to speak for a reason.

"To make sure I can be claimed and take instructions from he who claims me"

"Why is it only those who can speak Parseltongue who can claim you?"

"To make sure that only the pure ones can claim me"

Puzzled by these words he didn't know what to say for a moment, he was a bit weary when he asked the question.

"Is the pure ones the descendants of Salazar Slytherin?" hoping he were wrong he waited impatiently for the reply.

"No" Again a one-word answer, it was beginning to annoy Harry it could at least have explained who they were then.

"Who are the pure ones then?"

"Those who can claim me"

Too annoyed to continue questioning the dagger Harry placed it back in the package, he decided to be careful around the dagger after all thee had to be reason most of the wizards who spoke Parseltongue were considered dark.

Harry suddenly realised he was very tired, he went over talking a bit with Hedwig, letting her out on one of her usual nightly hunts. After that he decided he would go to sleep and look at his other presents the next day, giving a small glance towards the package which hopefully still contained the dagger, and drifted of to sleep.

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Harry awoke the following afternoon as usual. He vaguely remembered a part of his dream; it was one he had had before. He remembered running through a forest, he had enjoyed it, he was alone and he embraced the calmness that nature granted him.

What had made Harry even more was that it had interrupted another nightmare where he was about to see Sirius falling through the veil.

Not wanting to dwell on his imagination Harry got up, opened the window so Hedwig could enter when she got back.

Harry went downstairs made his way to the kitchen briefly accepting the Dursleys who were in the living room watching TV and reading. He made himself his 'breakfast' which was actually late lunch at this time, but he didn't mind after so many days of this he had gotten into a routine. His breakfast was mainly bread with various assortments of meat and cheese products.

When Harry had finished eating he cleaned the kitchen and went upstairs immediately noticing Hedwig had returned, he got over by her and petted her for some time having a small chat with her.

After a moment Harry remembered the dagger from yesterday and took a brief glance in the box it was in and made sure nothing had changed, he was pleased to see it was exactly as he had left it the night before.

After all of this Harrys' attention was drawn back to his other presents on his desk, he quickly sorted out what seemed to be the present, along with a letter, from Hermione he started reading the letter.

Dear Harry, Happy birthday

I hope you can enjoy your birthday this year, I have spoken with Remus before he picked up my present and he told me he would spent some time with you.

I don't know much about what is going on and what Dumbledore and his fellows are up to, but they seem very busy, I think they are working along with the ministry on something big, but I have no idea what it might be.

I have had some visits from Tonks, and we have gotten to know each other very well, I must say a life as an Auror sounds quite exciting when she is telling some of her stories.

I hope you will find my gift for you this year interesting, I don't know much about it myself and I think we might be able to work on some of the things when term starts, you know as a project for our N.E.W.T.'s it might give us something extra if we can do it properly.

I have also included a section from the daily prophet for you to read, it is an public excuse from the Prophet and Fudge to you and Dumbledore because of all the things they have done to you.

I hope to see you soon, though I doubt Dumbledore will let you leave the Dursleys in the near future.

Love Hermione

Harry placed Hermiones' letter at his desk and took forth the present she had gotten him, if he wasn't mistaken it would be a book and from the size of the package a quite large book.

He finally opened his present and saw he were right. Harry stood looking at a very thick and old looking book; at the cover the title read 'Magical artefacts and how they work' he opened the book glancing at the contest of the pages, looking at some of the artefacts. Among the artefacts Harry noticed he already knew some of them, as the Sneakoscope and the Foe-glass, Harry didn't bother reading the description of these items as he already knew how they worked, but he found it quite interesting to see how they were made.

Even though the majority of the charms required to create some of the items, were far more complex than what Harry would be able to do, he still had some fun reading through the descriptions. Noticing just how complicated the creation of artefacts really were, Harry couldn't help feeling astonished actually many of them could easily require up to 2 years before they were ready for use.

After having read about some of the artefacts, Harry decided he might as well read the article from The Daily Prophet. Taking out the article from the index of the book (Hermione had probably placed it there so he could easily find it) he started reading.

The Daily Prophet officially excuse to Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore.

I Dary Malen, chief director of The Daily Prophet, would like to give a public excuse to two very special wizards that The Daily Prophet feels might have been treated badly on their account.

The two special wizards who seem to have done so much for the wizards' world that we can never repay them.

The first is the world famous Boy-Who-Lived Harry Potter, who have (if we are to believe the word of him and his headmaster) fought he who must not be named on numerous occasions.

The other is Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, which Harry Potter is attending.

We here at the Daily Prophet (except Rita Skeeter who has always believed in them, and never written anything unjustified about them) would hereby like to express our concern for them and apologize to them for anything not rightfully justified we may have printed in our paper about them.

At this same occasion The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, has made a statement and asked for it also to be printed in this article.

"I would like to give them my word that from this day forth I will not ignore them in that way again, and I hope they would like to accept my apology about all the things they have been accused for on my behalf.

And I hope we will be able to once again unite against the Darkness that has overwhelmed our world once again." This particular statement has shocked the Wizards world. Aurors all over England has been called back from vacations and other holidays to prepare for the inevitable war against he who must not be named.

Dary Malen

Chief Director

The Daily Prophet

Harry took a quick glance over the article just to make sure he hadn't overlooked anything.

It was weird actually, he didn't know what to feel, he was of course happy that they had admitted their mistakes, but he was also sad that they Rita Skeeter had given them an apology too.

After looking at nothing important he moved over to a flat package with a small note attached.

Dear Harry.

Let me first congratulate you with your sixteenth year birthday, I hope that you are aware of the fact that I still can't make you a prefect due to the same circumstances as last year, however I will tell you that you did quite well on your O.W.L.'s, I will keep the note here so that it may not be intercepted by the wrong people, it would be a shame to show them just how much you are actually capable of.

And now to more sincere matters, I think this present might prove useful in the next years when you come to fight Lord Voldemort and his followers.

The package included with this letter contains a mirror much like the one Sirius gave you last year, though this one will reach every member of the Order not only one, the only thing required is that you call their name in the mirror.

Even though I can imagine just how tempting it is to use it I would like to request of you to only use it when it is strictly necessary, any member you might call for may be in a complicated situation so I would like you to think carefully if it is actually necessary to use it.

Happy birthday

Albus Dumbledore.

After reading the letter Harry unwrapped the present his headmaster had sent him, inside was a mirror just large enough for him to have in his pocket.

Happy that Dumbledore had shown him enough trust to give him the letter he went on to the next gift.

The next two presents he opened was from Rubeus Hagrid and Molly Weasley, Rons mother. They had both contained a loving note wishing him a happy birthday, and both Hagrid and Mrs Weasley had sent him a wide assortment of wizard sweets they had bought and some homemade sweets, though Mrs Weasleys sweets where much better than Hagrids Harry still appreciated what Hagrid did for him.

As Harry sat there for a moment having another one-way conversation with Hedwig and eating some of the sweets, he noticed there were only four letters left, two of them with a present.

Harry decided to get the two with presents and open them first, none of the presents seemed to be large, one was flat and the other had a circular form, he choose the flat one first and opened the letter.

Hello Harry,

Happy birthday, I know it isn't much but I thought I'd write you this summer, you have done so much for me so now I think I should tell you that I will be there to listen if you wish to talk.

I'm sorry about what happened in the ministry, but I hope you will be ok with it, I guess you will just need time to get over it.

I know my present isn't that very big, but I don't have that much money, and I think it could do you some good to try it. It is an enchanted comb so you may actually be able to get your hair under control this year.

Love

Ginny

Not really sure about how to take it Harry just opened the present from Ginny and looked at the comb puzzled beyond words. It was of course nice to know shed be there for him, but wouldn't she take it the wrong way if he began talking to her? Harry didn't feel like having a relation ship with all the feelings he had tumbling around inside of him right now, he wouldn't like to add love to those as it was now.

Why did everything have to be so confusing, why couldn't he just get that plain and simple life he had always dreamed of, a life where he didn't have to either die or become a murderer, where his parents where alive and loving him, taking care of him.

Harry knew of course that he would never have such a life, because of Voldemort he was condemned to be what he hated, he was damned to be a murderer, just like the man he hated and feared with so much of his soul.

After a few minutes Harry finally pulled himself together and took the other present along with the letter.

Dear Harry,

I would like to wish you a happy birthday; Hermione told me the date last year during term and I had already gotten you a present then.

I can't say I don't admire your courage especially towards Umbridge and the ministry, but I can't say I'm not happy with the way things turned out in the end between us.

I think it is only fair of me to give you this present now, if not as your former girlfriend then as a friend. I hope you are well and I am looking forward to next term so we can talk again.

Love

Cho

It wasn't a long letter; it was short and to the point just as Cho had always been.

Harry quickly opened Chos' present to see what she had gotten him, inside was a beautiful silver bracelet, though he could easily tell it was a very nice piece of jewellery, it had small patterns of different magical animals which seemed to have merged with the silver, making it a beautiful sight, he couldn't quite make up with himself if he should wear it, it was nice of Cho to give it to him thou, but he still couldn't make up with himself if he should wear some kind of jewellery.

In the end Harry decided not to wear the bracelet, he would just keep it in his trunk, after all he wasn't used to wearing anything more that his wrist watch and that had been broken during the second task of The Triwizard Tournament.

Stifling a yawn he looked over the last two letters. He took one which he could see was from Fred and George, Rons two older brothers, and opened it

Hello Harry dear friend,

We have decided to send you a letter this year partly because of your most generous contribution to our new joke shop, which would most likely not exist yet if it hadn't been for you.

With that old episode in mind, we have decided, even though you probably won't need it, to let you be our only investor, for now at least, because of this we have made an agreement with the Gringots goblins that you will receive  10% of our monthly income. You will most likely not accept this, but keep in mind that we will still charge you when you come by our shop to buy, so see the 10% as something you could just use to buy stuff for.

We have also decided to keep this as a secret, we don't think mom would be to happy about it if she found out you were a part of the reason we left school before finishing it, and we wouldn't want that now would we.

Yours sincerely

Fred and George

Weasley' Wizarding Wheezes

Harry looked dumbfound at the parchment the letter was written at, but truth be told he wasn't really looking at the parchment, his mind was off looking for Fred and George to stuff the words back down their throats.

He wasn't angry with them though his thoughts might indicate that, he was just reluctant to make a profit out of a gift, he didn't know if he was being selfish, but he had given them the triwizards money because he could handle the thought of the tournament, now he would see his vault keep growing because of it.

Deciding that they where just doing what they thought were the right thing he agreed with him self not to send Hedwig over to pick out their eyes.

Still a bit upset on the twins even after his decision, Harry opened the last letter and thereby officially ending his two days of joy.

Dear Harry,

We, your students, have decided to send you a letter on your birthday to show just how thankful we really are for what you did last term.

We have all agreed that if it had not been for you we would have been at a loss in our Defence Against the Dark Arts tests, and therefore we send you this letter, to show you that we have all appreciated what you went through to be able to teach us all.

Sincere thanks.

Your D.A. students.

Harry took a glance over all of the names that had been signed in the end, noticing Mariettas was missing, whether this was because they wouldn't let her or if she wouldn't sign it didn't really matter to him he wasn't happy about what she did and he didn't miss her signing the letter.

After taking a look at all of his presents, he couldn't help feeling joy overcome him once again, he appreciated all of his friends who had given him their love and expressed to him that they really cared. He went over to Hedwig and let her out for the night, and choose to sit down by his desk and write some 'thank you' notes to all of those who had sent him letters and presents.

Later that evening he felt sleep creep over him once again, he remembered that he had actually felt tired when he opened some of his presents and suddenly felt very exhausted now. Closing his window so that he wouldn't get cold during the night, he went over and got in bed, sending a quick glance to the dagger Ron had bought him assuring him that it still hadn't moved.

Harry barely turned away from the dagger when sleep hit him with full force driving him into the lands of dreams.

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There you are, my second chapter, hope you enjoyed it.

Don't forget to review. Reviews are after all the best motivation for authors to go on

Additional notes:

Ok so I thought I'd add this, I won't make this anything near of a Harry/Ginny, but I don't think Ginny is out of character either. Remember she is a 15 year old girl who probably doesn't know weather or not she 'loves' Harry I believe this is the way she could act after the Department of mysteries thing.

And also to all you Harry/Ginny lovers, I'm sorry but as it is now Ginny has as good as no role in this story I may decide to give her a few scenes later, but that will be even later than Cho so don't get any hopes up.

Also I posted this chapter because I won't be able to write the entire weekend, so don't expect the third chapter up before earliest the end of next week. I hope the chapter didn't feel rushed but anyways I hope to get the third up within the next week.

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Ebony Rivers, yes you are right, I do have a problem with time in my sentences I but I will try to improve, but thanks for noticing.