Hi! Thanks for reviewing everyone! Especially Adil (who didn't review but
read it anyway and found it addicting.)
Ramona-Eline: bedankt voor het review! Ik weet het is nog al moeilijk soms om zo snel om te wisselen van engels tot Nederlands. Eleanor heeft wel iets te doen met Lilly! Doei! (End of Dutch) Good guess! She is in fact.... Well you know! Funny how we have similar plots huh! Well you're right when you said that the stories were both very different, so I wouldn't bother to worry, they will never end up the same! K you read this and then go on with your story! LOL!
Please read and review!
P.S. Unfortunately nothing is my own except Eleanor, who is in fact as a lot of you said a bit of a Mary-Sue, but that will change.... So just read on folks!
Beware this chapter will bombard you with information and make you change your mind on some points...
They waited for about half an hour before professor McGonagall finally beckoned them to enter the ward. Relieved after the long wait they ran as fast as theit stiff legs could muster to Eleanor's bedside.
Eleanor's face was unnaturally pale and thin. Her eyes were closed and her body looked lifeless. Her hands that lay neatly folded on her lap reminded Harry of someone who had passed away, it frightened him even more.
"I am afraid we have done all we can, Harry." Professor Dumbledore said softly behind him as he stood at the end of her bed.
"NO!" Cho screamed and she hugged Eleanor's body tightly, she looked up at Hermione. Her eyes were red and her face was pale and blotchy. She shook her head and opened her mouth to comfort Cho, but words failed her as more tears streamed down her face.
"She is not gone yet Cho," Dumbledore said trying to sound comforting, but sounded really rather hollow, "all we can do now is wait and see. Professor Snape has given her a very strong energy-revival potion, it is all we can do."
"If she does recover, she should wake up in three days." Madame Promfey said to the three, "Then she'll be fully recovered in about a week. But if she doesn't wake in three days, we'll have to send her to St Mungo's..."
Harry walked over and picked up her hand, it was cold as ice. He rubbed it willing with all his might for the cold hand to warm up. But it just stayed cold.
"We are still investigating the cause of this sudden happening, Harry." Lupin said, reading his mind. Harry looked up and caught his eyes, they looked so sad and well confused.
"I understand that, perhaps one of you would like to stay with Eleanor during this rough time." Dumbledore said, clearing his throat, "Miss Granger perhaps?"
"No..." Hermione said slowly, "I-I think Harry should stay."
"Very well, is that alright with you Harry?" Dumbledore asked turning around to face him.
"Yes..." Harry said puzzled, why didn't Hermione want to stay with her sister?
"Then the rest of you better return to your common rooms." McGonagall said, turning around and shepherding them out.
"I'm want to send an owl to my parents Harry, I hope you don't mind." Hermione quickly whispered as she walked past him.
"I don't mind," Harry replied, "Use my cloak if you need to and..." he reached into his pocket took out his map, "this."
Hermione had been hoping for this to happen, to have Harry's map. Not for her own use, but to protect Eleanor's cover. Silently she and Ron walked back to the Gryffindor tower. She could feel Ron's sadness, his grief and sorrow knowing that Eleanor might never wake. She felt pity for him, she had loved Eleanor very much and had been able to express it and receive it from her, but Ron couldn't and didn't.
"Ron I need to send my parents an owl...." She said softly as they stopped in front of the portrait hole. He nodded without even looking up, muttered the password and entered.
She whisked around swept the invisible cloak over herself and briskly walked to the owlery. Hopefully no one would be there at this hour. She checked the map and found that apart from the various owls resting on their perches, it was completely deserted.
She sighed and leaned against the wall under the window and took out the heavy brown leather book that she had found earlier that day resting in Eleanor's hands. She flipped through it and found the paragraph she had read had vanished, instead replacing itself with few pages full of writing. She studied it carefully, it was all hand written. It was all too familiar, it was Eleanor's writing.
Ancient Magic is commonly known as the magic without a wand. It is a very rare art and only a few are known to posses it. Among those are Merlin, Albus Dumbledore and the Dark Lord. If one has Ancient Magic they can perform any spell, curse, jinx, hex and charm that exists. Even the ones that are not known yet can be performed. To understand Ancient Magic, you have to believe that all magic is a special form of energy that all wizards and witches posses within their body. Energy released with a specific force, density and speed will give you a specific spell, charm, hex or jinx. Almost all witches and wizards need the aid of a wand to conduct the energy from their body in order to do magic of any sort. Most of the time an incantation and movement of the wand is needed to give off the energy in a specific way, hence the different spells and charms. Now a person who had Ancient Magic doesn't need the aid of a wand to perform any magic, allowing them to perform any magic of any kind at their wish even when they are under a spell. If one with this art does use a wand, which most of them do, it will only help to make the spell more powerful and precise. Making a simple harmless hex deadly if wanted. In fact all magical people have some sort of Ancient Magic within them, only too minute that they can only do magic without a wand when they are very angry or upset. Usually the magic that gets given off in such cases is uncontrollable and can cause unwanted damage. Other times they need a wand to magnify and direct the magic that they posses into spells. Possessing Ancient Magic allows you to control your magic and perform it at will any time. You are born with Ancient Magic and it cannot be learned or obtained in any known way. The only thing you can do if you do have it is to learn how to refine it and stop it from consuming your body's energy. The only negative point of Ancient Magic is that it can take years to 'tame' and refine it. This process is most dangerous and can be fatal if it does overwhelm you and sap away all your energy. But after that using Ancient Magic is most easy and convenient, hardly taking any of your body's energy unless the magic you wish to perform is too powerful.
Hermione flicked through the other pages, but they were just notes and comments she had made whiles learning. She read the first page again and tried to understand it. Eleanor could do magic without a wand anytime at will if she survived. Why didn't she tell her? Her sister, someone who she could trust with everything. Why? It didn't make sense. She flicked through more pages and to her surprise, close to the end of the book saw some writing, other than mere notes made by her sister.
A month after my tenth birthday. Life is so unfair!!! Why do I, I of all people have to learn ancient magic to protect a stupid boy, who caused the death of my parents? WHY?!? Is it because I'm cursed? Was I born under an unlucky star? First I find out that my parents are not my real parents, well that was understandable, I didn't look like any of the Grangers. But then, on my tenth birthday, supposedly the happiest day of my life, I get this letter telling me that my real parents are dead and that this IDIOT of a boy is responsible for it. Well it's not technically his fault... OR WOULD PERSONNALY SEE TO HIS DEATH!!! But still it's basically his fault. But what's worse is that I, I of all people, have to protect him by learning a stupid art called Ancient Magic, which is most annoying and makes me feel sick half of the time. Well when I first read this STUPID letter, the sender said that he was my god farther, fair enough since I don't know my real parents. So I trusted him, since he told me the truth about my REAL parents. I checked with my not-so-real parents and they said that it was all true. So he made me promise that I'll look after this boy, I agreed (not by replying him but by swearing an oath to my foster-parents). Little did I know that this kid was not in fact as I had thought a three year old, but my age. Great! I had to LOOK AFTER a kid who was as old as me, that was that! I refused when I learned of that part. But again I was bargained into doing it as it was the only way in which I could avenge my parents' death. So for all you people who read this if I die in the attempt of saving this kid who likes to act as a hero, please, I'm not all that perfect! It's all an act, I doing this so that I can stay close to him and monitor his every move. So that in the end when he does kill the f a (censored) who killed my parents, I will give him a piece of my mind.
Anyway, as you all know this started when I got that letter. As I am a bit, ok well a lot, of a hot-head (apparently like my mum.) My god farther said that I had to take up a different character and personality, so that no one would suspect who I really was, or my life would be in grave danger. AS IF I CARE!!! Better than being a personal body guard to some prat. He also said as a by-the-way note, that I had to change a feature about myself, because I looked too much like my parents, so here I am stuck with muggle contact lenses to change my eye colour from emerald green to... hazel. Hazel! Can you believe that? I makes me looked like one of them "ooooh! I'm miss sweety-adorable!" Please don't make me puke!!! But that is plain wrong. I did have to agree however, as it was the only way that I could avenge my parents' death.
Perplexed with shock, Hermione leaned back against the wall and slowly took in what she had just read. Eleanor? Of all people did not like Harry, not one bit? Well she had to get used to that! But what scared her more was the fact that it said ...if I die in the attempt.... That meant that she could only read her dairy if Eleanor was dead. Probably because of a spell she put on it that could only be lifted if the caster was dead.
She flipped the page hoping to find more, and she did.
First Night at Hogwarts OK, well I guess I do take all that back... what I said before. Harry is really quite nice... I suppose. Still doesn't change my mind about him being a stupid prat and that he IS the reason that my parents ARE dead.
End of first year. Ok today I did the most stupid thing. When Harry, Hermione and Ron ran of to catch Voldemort, I did not follow. I knew where they were going, but when they called me I pretended to be asleep. I didn't care, I just hoped that Hermione wouldn't get hurt... and I guess Ron too... he's sweet. But not that Harry got hurt in the process of being a hero. But somehow after an hour slowly crawled by, and they hadn't returned yet, something drew me out of my safe-haven to investigate. I don't know what it was... It just pulled me. I couldn't feel it, maybe it was my conscience. Who knows? But I found myself being drawn towards the trap door with that disgusting dog, unfortunately is was awake and so I charmed the harp to start playing again. It worked and I climbed jumped down the trapdoor in the most ungraceful manner and landed on that stupid Devil's Snare. Whoever set this obstacle was clearly lacking commonsense, anyone with a right mind would know that the Devil's Snare could be easily avoided if one stayed calm. Stupid. Really stupid. So I went on and went through the room with the winged keys, also miraculously lame. So was the chess board bit, it could be easily avoided if you walked around the outside of the board, but then something red caught my eye. I went over to check and saw that it was Ron's head. Bewildered I went closer, hoping that the head had a body attached to it. It was and just shook of my worried thought and continued. I heard voices in the room ahead. It was Hermione and Harry. Harry was telling Hermione to go back and look after Ron while he went to tackle Voldermort himself, really one would just think that if it all went well that he would claim all the victory for himself. That's what I thought anyway. I hid in the shadows as Hermione only just passed me by a few inches. I waited for the footsteps to die away and I made my way towards the threshold. Ironically black flames rose from the floor and licked the ceiling. Great! I was stuck I could not go on. Well it was no point standing there, I had made it that far! So I held my breath and stepped through it like I saw Hermione do before me. I expected it to burn me alive, but it just tickled and felt like a warm breeze on my cheeks. I quickly stepped out of it, not wanting to know what damage it could cause if I stayed in it any longer. I just saw Harry disappear through the fire in front of me and quickly followed. I hid in the shadows and heard a all too scaringly familiar voice taunt and challenge Harry. It was Quirrel's voice, I knew it, I had never trusted that gibbering mess of a fool. But they were not alone, apart from me of course. I hid in the shadows of the archway, out of sight. I could feel the presence of another soul; it was barely living, hardly breathing. I heard him ask Harry where the Philosopher's Stone was, to my relief Harry had some sense to lie. It was in his pocket, somehow I knew all this. Somehow I just did. Strange, so strange that I had to record these thoughts in my dairy or they would have driven me insane, by just bugging me every alternate minute. The other soul present screamed that he was lying and I heard the swishing of robes that entangled Harry. I was scared, very scared, I didn't know what to do, I had promised to keep away from this like this, I had promised to keep Harry safe. Desperately I closed my eyes and wished my self to become unseen to prying eyes. I don't know why I did it but I had no other choice, it had worked before for me. So it should work again. And it did. A second later I dared a peek and saw or didn't see my now invisible hands. And I came out of hiding. The sound came back on again and I heard the awful noises of tortured shouts and screams. To my relief they weren't Harry's. Strange how that was to my relief, I was meant to hate Harry right? Well so I was too late I guess, Harry had fallen and was unconscious and Quirrell was nowhere to be seen, but there still was this awful presence of an unseen somebody in the room. I closed my eyes, I heard that you see better the unseen without your eyes and I did. I felt it, coming closer and closer. I screamed and an unknown string of foreign words flowed out of my mouth and the presence went away. Slightly trembled by this I regained myself and tried to wake Harry, he wouldn't. I panicked and cried and sobbed all kinds of confessions how I have always hated him, but now I didn't and how I wanted him to wake up. I felt my strength fail me and I slowly drifted into a fit of unconscious sobs, at least that was all I could remember before waking up in the Hospital Wing.
a/n: ok I know that her dairy part is somewhat written in bad English, but IF YOU wrote a dairy would you bother to spell check and use proper grammar if you were in a emotional wreck? I don't think so! PLEASE REVIEW!!! And to you guys who do: I love you all!!! Thanks for the support!
Ramona-Eline: bedankt voor het review! Ik weet het is nog al moeilijk soms om zo snel om te wisselen van engels tot Nederlands. Eleanor heeft wel iets te doen met Lilly! Doei! (End of Dutch) Good guess! She is in fact.... Well you know! Funny how we have similar plots huh! Well you're right when you said that the stories were both very different, so I wouldn't bother to worry, they will never end up the same! K you read this and then go on with your story! LOL!
Please read and review!
P.S. Unfortunately nothing is my own except Eleanor, who is in fact as a lot of you said a bit of a Mary-Sue, but that will change.... So just read on folks!
Beware this chapter will bombard you with information and make you change your mind on some points...
They waited for about half an hour before professor McGonagall finally beckoned them to enter the ward. Relieved after the long wait they ran as fast as theit stiff legs could muster to Eleanor's bedside.
Eleanor's face was unnaturally pale and thin. Her eyes were closed and her body looked lifeless. Her hands that lay neatly folded on her lap reminded Harry of someone who had passed away, it frightened him even more.
"I am afraid we have done all we can, Harry." Professor Dumbledore said softly behind him as he stood at the end of her bed.
"NO!" Cho screamed and she hugged Eleanor's body tightly, she looked up at Hermione. Her eyes were red and her face was pale and blotchy. She shook her head and opened her mouth to comfort Cho, but words failed her as more tears streamed down her face.
"She is not gone yet Cho," Dumbledore said trying to sound comforting, but sounded really rather hollow, "all we can do now is wait and see. Professor Snape has given her a very strong energy-revival potion, it is all we can do."
"If she does recover, she should wake up in three days." Madame Promfey said to the three, "Then she'll be fully recovered in about a week. But if she doesn't wake in three days, we'll have to send her to St Mungo's..."
Harry walked over and picked up her hand, it was cold as ice. He rubbed it willing with all his might for the cold hand to warm up. But it just stayed cold.
"We are still investigating the cause of this sudden happening, Harry." Lupin said, reading his mind. Harry looked up and caught his eyes, they looked so sad and well confused.
"I understand that, perhaps one of you would like to stay with Eleanor during this rough time." Dumbledore said, clearing his throat, "Miss Granger perhaps?"
"No..." Hermione said slowly, "I-I think Harry should stay."
"Very well, is that alright with you Harry?" Dumbledore asked turning around to face him.
"Yes..." Harry said puzzled, why didn't Hermione want to stay with her sister?
"Then the rest of you better return to your common rooms." McGonagall said, turning around and shepherding them out.
"I'm want to send an owl to my parents Harry, I hope you don't mind." Hermione quickly whispered as she walked past him.
"I don't mind," Harry replied, "Use my cloak if you need to and..." he reached into his pocket took out his map, "this."
Hermione had been hoping for this to happen, to have Harry's map. Not for her own use, but to protect Eleanor's cover. Silently she and Ron walked back to the Gryffindor tower. She could feel Ron's sadness, his grief and sorrow knowing that Eleanor might never wake. She felt pity for him, she had loved Eleanor very much and had been able to express it and receive it from her, but Ron couldn't and didn't.
"Ron I need to send my parents an owl...." She said softly as they stopped in front of the portrait hole. He nodded without even looking up, muttered the password and entered.
She whisked around swept the invisible cloak over herself and briskly walked to the owlery. Hopefully no one would be there at this hour. She checked the map and found that apart from the various owls resting on their perches, it was completely deserted.
She sighed and leaned against the wall under the window and took out the heavy brown leather book that she had found earlier that day resting in Eleanor's hands. She flipped through it and found the paragraph she had read had vanished, instead replacing itself with few pages full of writing. She studied it carefully, it was all hand written. It was all too familiar, it was Eleanor's writing.
Ancient Magic is commonly known as the magic without a wand. It is a very rare art and only a few are known to posses it. Among those are Merlin, Albus Dumbledore and the Dark Lord. If one has Ancient Magic they can perform any spell, curse, jinx, hex and charm that exists. Even the ones that are not known yet can be performed. To understand Ancient Magic, you have to believe that all magic is a special form of energy that all wizards and witches posses within their body. Energy released with a specific force, density and speed will give you a specific spell, charm, hex or jinx. Almost all witches and wizards need the aid of a wand to conduct the energy from their body in order to do magic of any sort. Most of the time an incantation and movement of the wand is needed to give off the energy in a specific way, hence the different spells and charms. Now a person who had Ancient Magic doesn't need the aid of a wand to perform any magic, allowing them to perform any magic of any kind at their wish even when they are under a spell. If one with this art does use a wand, which most of them do, it will only help to make the spell more powerful and precise. Making a simple harmless hex deadly if wanted. In fact all magical people have some sort of Ancient Magic within them, only too minute that they can only do magic without a wand when they are very angry or upset. Usually the magic that gets given off in such cases is uncontrollable and can cause unwanted damage. Other times they need a wand to magnify and direct the magic that they posses into spells. Possessing Ancient Magic allows you to control your magic and perform it at will any time. You are born with Ancient Magic and it cannot be learned or obtained in any known way. The only thing you can do if you do have it is to learn how to refine it and stop it from consuming your body's energy. The only negative point of Ancient Magic is that it can take years to 'tame' and refine it. This process is most dangerous and can be fatal if it does overwhelm you and sap away all your energy. But after that using Ancient Magic is most easy and convenient, hardly taking any of your body's energy unless the magic you wish to perform is too powerful.
Hermione flicked through the other pages, but they were just notes and comments she had made whiles learning. She read the first page again and tried to understand it. Eleanor could do magic without a wand anytime at will if she survived. Why didn't she tell her? Her sister, someone who she could trust with everything. Why? It didn't make sense. She flicked through more pages and to her surprise, close to the end of the book saw some writing, other than mere notes made by her sister.
A month after my tenth birthday. Life is so unfair!!! Why do I, I of all people have to learn ancient magic to protect a stupid boy, who caused the death of my parents? WHY?!? Is it because I'm cursed? Was I born under an unlucky star? First I find out that my parents are not my real parents, well that was understandable, I didn't look like any of the Grangers. But then, on my tenth birthday, supposedly the happiest day of my life, I get this letter telling me that my real parents are dead and that this IDIOT of a boy is responsible for it. Well it's not technically his fault... OR WOULD PERSONNALY SEE TO HIS DEATH!!! But still it's basically his fault. But what's worse is that I, I of all people, have to protect him by learning a stupid art called Ancient Magic, which is most annoying and makes me feel sick half of the time. Well when I first read this STUPID letter, the sender said that he was my god farther, fair enough since I don't know my real parents. So I trusted him, since he told me the truth about my REAL parents. I checked with my not-so-real parents and they said that it was all true. So he made me promise that I'll look after this boy, I agreed (not by replying him but by swearing an oath to my foster-parents). Little did I know that this kid was not in fact as I had thought a three year old, but my age. Great! I had to LOOK AFTER a kid who was as old as me, that was that! I refused when I learned of that part. But again I was bargained into doing it as it was the only way in which I could avenge my parents' death. So for all you people who read this if I die in the attempt of saving this kid who likes to act as a hero, please, I'm not all that perfect! It's all an act, I doing this so that I can stay close to him and monitor his every move. So that in the end when he does kill the f a (censored) who killed my parents, I will give him a piece of my mind.
Anyway, as you all know this started when I got that letter. As I am a bit, ok well a lot, of a hot-head (apparently like my mum.) My god farther said that I had to take up a different character and personality, so that no one would suspect who I really was, or my life would be in grave danger. AS IF I CARE!!! Better than being a personal body guard to some prat. He also said as a by-the-way note, that I had to change a feature about myself, because I looked too much like my parents, so here I am stuck with muggle contact lenses to change my eye colour from emerald green to... hazel. Hazel! Can you believe that? I makes me looked like one of them "ooooh! I'm miss sweety-adorable!" Please don't make me puke!!! But that is plain wrong. I did have to agree however, as it was the only way that I could avenge my parents' death.
Perplexed with shock, Hermione leaned back against the wall and slowly took in what she had just read. Eleanor? Of all people did not like Harry, not one bit? Well she had to get used to that! But what scared her more was the fact that it said ...if I die in the attempt.... That meant that she could only read her dairy if Eleanor was dead. Probably because of a spell she put on it that could only be lifted if the caster was dead.
She flipped the page hoping to find more, and she did.
First Night at Hogwarts OK, well I guess I do take all that back... what I said before. Harry is really quite nice... I suppose. Still doesn't change my mind about him being a stupid prat and that he IS the reason that my parents ARE dead.
End of first year. Ok today I did the most stupid thing. When Harry, Hermione and Ron ran of to catch Voldemort, I did not follow. I knew where they were going, but when they called me I pretended to be asleep. I didn't care, I just hoped that Hermione wouldn't get hurt... and I guess Ron too... he's sweet. But not that Harry got hurt in the process of being a hero. But somehow after an hour slowly crawled by, and they hadn't returned yet, something drew me out of my safe-haven to investigate. I don't know what it was... It just pulled me. I couldn't feel it, maybe it was my conscience. Who knows? But I found myself being drawn towards the trap door with that disgusting dog, unfortunately is was awake and so I charmed the harp to start playing again. It worked and I climbed jumped down the trapdoor in the most ungraceful manner and landed on that stupid Devil's Snare. Whoever set this obstacle was clearly lacking commonsense, anyone with a right mind would know that the Devil's Snare could be easily avoided if one stayed calm. Stupid. Really stupid. So I went on and went through the room with the winged keys, also miraculously lame. So was the chess board bit, it could be easily avoided if you walked around the outside of the board, but then something red caught my eye. I went over to check and saw that it was Ron's head. Bewildered I went closer, hoping that the head had a body attached to it. It was and just shook of my worried thought and continued. I heard voices in the room ahead. It was Hermione and Harry. Harry was telling Hermione to go back and look after Ron while he went to tackle Voldermort himself, really one would just think that if it all went well that he would claim all the victory for himself. That's what I thought anyway. I hid in the shadows as Hermione only just passed me by a few inches. I waited for the footsteps to die away and I made my way towards the threshold. Ironically black flames rose from the floor and licked the ceiling. Great! I was stuck I could not go on. Well it was no point standing there, I had made it that far! So I held my breath and stepped through it like I saw Hermione do before me. I expected it to burn me alive, but it just tickled and felt like a warm breeze on my cheeks. I quickly stepped out of it, not wanting to know what damage it could cause if I stayed in it any longer. I just saw Harry disappear through the fire in front of me and quickly followed. I hid in the shadows and heard a all too scaringly familiar voice taunt and challenge Harry. It was Quirrel's voice, I knew it, I had never trusted that gibbering mess of a fool. But they were not alone, apart from me of course. I hid in the shadows of the archway, out of sight. I could feel the presence of another soul; it was barely living, hardly breathing. I heard him ask Harry where the Philosopher's Stone was, to my relief Harry had some sense to lie. It was in his pocket, somehow I knew all this. Somehow I just did. Strange, so strange that I had to record these thoughts in my dairy or they would have driven me insane, by just bugging me every alternate minute. The other soul present screamed that he was lying and I heard the swishing of robes that entangled Harry. I was scared, very scared, I didn't know what to do, I had promised to keep away from this like this, I had promised to keep Harry safe. Desperately I closed my eyes and wished my self to become unseen to prying eyes. I don't know why I did it but I had no other choice, it had worked before for me. So it should work again. And it did. A second later I dared a peek and saw or didn't see my now invisible hands. And I came out of hiding. The sound came back on again and I heard the awful noises of tortured shouts and screams. To my relief they weren't Harry's. Strange how that was to my relief, I was meant to hate Harry right? Well so I was too late I guess, Harry had fallen and was unconscious and Quirrell was nowhere to be seen, but there still was this awful presence of an unseen somebody in the room. I closed my eyes, I heard that you see better the unseen without your eyes and I did. I felt it, coming closer and closer. I screamed and an unknown string of foreign words flowed out of my mouth and the presence went away. Slightly trembled by this I regained myself and tried to wake Harry, he wouldn't. I panicked and cried and sobbed all kinds of confessions how I have always hated him, but now I didn't and how I wanted him to wake up. I felt my strength fail me and I slowly drifted into a fit of unconscious sobs, at least that was all I could remember before waking up in the Hospital Wing.
a/n: ok I know that her dairy part is somewhat written in bad English, but IF YOU wrote a dairy would you bother to spell check and use proper grammar if you were in a emotional wreck? I don't think so! PLEASE REVIEW!!! And to you guys who do: I love you all!!! Thanks for the support!