Disclaimer: Do I really have to go through this. I mean seriously, everyone
knows I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: IT'S Here's the chapter, like I promised, and before spring break too. Yippee. I am so sick of spring break. I can't do anything but write, well that's not really a bad thing, but I have no life. What little life I do have revolves around Harry Potter. Anywho...on with the story. ENJOY!!!
Hermione woke up early. She looked at her watch, 6:00 am. She suspected no one else was awake. They had all gone to bed pretty late, due to Harry's party. She got up and took a shower. When she got back to Ginny's room, she quietly took her guitar and went downstairs. She was right. No one was awake. She went out to the backyard and found a quiet place to sit and play. It was a beautiful morning. From where Hermione was sitting, she could see the sunrise. She began to practice the song she had been writing. She played for about two hours, and she didn't hear anyone come up behind her.
"Hermione?"
Hermione jumped up and dropped her guitar, "Ginny! What are you doing up?"
"It's eight o'clock in the morning. What are you doing? I didn't know you played an instrument."
"I...I do, I just didn't tell anyone. Please don't tell anyone, Ginny, especially not Ron and Harry," Hermione pleaded.
"I won't tell anyone, but why? Why don't you want people to know?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know. I guess I just want something for me. Something I don't have to share." Hermione sighed.
"Ok, I understand. I won't tell anyone," Ginny assured her.
"Thanks, Gin. I appreciate it. Now come on. Lets go inside." Hermione said, heading to the door, "Wait, is everybody up?"
Ginny nodded and Hermione looked up at Ginny's room, "Ginny, go get your mum. Tell her I need help with something."
"Ok," Ginny said, heading back to the house.
Ginny came back with Mrs. Weasley, "What is it, dear, are you hurt?"
"No, I'm not hurt. I was just wondering if you could possibly levitate this up to Ginny's room without anyone noticing."
"Yes, of course. I'm sorry; I wouldn't have sent Ginny out here to look for you if I had known you had this out."
"It's quite all right, Mrs. Weasley. I just don't want Harry and Ron to see me take this upstairs."
"That's no problem, I'll just take care of this, you go upstairs and get ready for breakfast," Mrs. Weasley said.
Hermione and Ginny went into the house. Ron and Harry were already sitting at the table, ready to eat. Hermione walked right past, ignoring their questioning looks. She went upstairs and put her guitar away after Mrs. Weasley had levitated it into the room. Then she went and cleaned up for breakfast. When she went downstairs, everyone was already at the table.
"Why were you outside so early, Hermione?" Harry asked.
"No reason, I just woke up early and thought I'd go out for some fresh air," Hermione said.
"Ok...but what were you doing out there?"
"So, are you three ready for this afternoon? Do you have enough money?" Mrs. Weasley asked, quickly changing the subject.
Harry took the hint and dropped the subject. Ron, on the other hand didn't, "So, why were you out there?" Harry elbowed him in the side and Ron yelped, but dropped the subject.
"Well, are you three ready? Do you have enough money?" Mrs. Weasley asked again, a little irritated.
"YES, mum, were are ready, and NO we don't need more money," Ron sighed, rolling his eyes at Harry. Harry looked down at his plate, trying to suppress his laughter.
"Ok, if you're sure. Are you going by floo powder?" Mrs. Weasley said.
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley. That is the quickest way to get there," Hermione said.
"Ok, well that's fine," Mrs. Weasley said.
They finished their breakfast in silence. When breakfast was over, Mrs. Weasley sent all six of them out of the kitchen, with some protest from Hermione, so that she could clean up.
At quarter to one, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went to Diagon Alley. They ordered a butterbeer and found a table to wait for Dumbledore.
"So, why did Dumbledore want to meet us today?"
"I don't know, he just said to meet him here at one o'clock sharp. He sounded serious, but I don't know what he wanted," Harry said.
At exactly one, Dumbledore arrived at the pub. He ordered a fire whisky and sat down with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, "Thank you for coming. There are a few things I would like to talk to the three of you about."
"Ok, what is it?"
"Well, number one, I was thinking about that "club" you organized last year. I thought it would be a good idea if we were to make it official, with you three running it. Anyone could join." Dumbledore said.
"The DA? You want to make it official, but why?" Harry asked.
"Well, it seems that everyone in the DA, with the exception of Fred and George, got Outstanding on their Defense Against the Dark Arts exams." Dumbledore said.
"So, you want us to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts? So does this mean you don't have a teacher?" Ron asked.
"No, I have found a new teacher, but I think the DA would be good for the school," Dumbledore said.
"Keep in mind, this is NOT to interfere with your studies and you are NOT to have meetings during classes. They are to be on weekends, and weekends only." Dumbledore said, seeing the glint in Ron's eyes.
"Well, I think it's a good idea," Hermione said.
"I like the idea, too. I'm in," Harry said. He and Hermione turned to look at Ron, waiting for his answer.
"Ok, I'll do it," Ron said.
"Good, now that that's settled. I will make an announcement at the Opening Ceremony about it. Now, on to the other thing I had to talk to you about. Sirius wrote this right be for he passed. I didn't want to give it to you yesterday because I didn't want to upset you. Sirius gave it to me, and told me to give it to you if anything were to happen to him," Dumbledore said, handing Harry a fairly thick envelope.
"Umm...thank you," Harry said, taking the envelope from Dumbledore.
Harry opened the envelope, and inside were four keys and a letter. He took out the keys, one of them silver and the other ones gold, and set them aside. He then took out the letter and opened. Inside it read:
Dear Harry,
If you are reading this letter, I am terribly sorry. There were so
many things I had to tell you about your parents. They were good
people, Harry, and they loved you very much. Don't you ever forget
that. They would be so proud of you. I am sorry to say that I can't
tell you this in person, and I know I have not been that great of a
godfather, but I love you, Harry, and I'm very proud of you, also. You
are a good man, and an excellent wizard.
Furthermore, I have included four keys, one silver and three gold. The
silver key goes to my house on Grimmauld Place. It is yours if you
wish to accept. There is no other person I'd rather have it. The gold
keys go to my vault at Gringotts. There is a large fortune in it and I
feel that you, Hermione, and Ron should have it. There is one key for
each of you.
There are many people who care about you. Ron and Hermione are two of
the most important people in your life. They will always be there for
you. You are a brave and loyal friend. Never forget that. No body
wants to see you get hurt. There is always someone here for you. No
matter what there always will be.
Love,
Sirius
Harry wiped a tear from his eye and put the letter back in the envelope. He put the envelope down and picked up the four keys.
"Harry? What's wrong, what was in the letter?" Hermione asked.
"S...Sirius wants me to have his h...house, and he gave us his m...money. That's what the k...keys are for. The silver is for his house and the gold are for each of us, for his vault," Harry stammered.
"What? His vault. He's giving it to us? Why us? Doesn't it go to one of his other relatives?" Ron said.
"Yes, and no. Sirius was the last heir of the black family..." Dumbledore said.
"I...I don't know if I could take it. It doesn't seem right. And besides, I don't know if I could go back to that house."
"Let me finish, Harry, I know you will want to here this," Dumbledore said, "If you choose NOT to accept it, it goes to Sirius's closest living relative."
"That's..."
"Narcissa Beatrice Black Malfoy."
"No! The Malfoys ARE NOT going to get it!" Harry said, a little more loudly than he had meant to. Everyone in the pub turned and looked at Harry. He slouched in his seat and uttered a quite apology.
"So, I presume you will take it." Dumbledore said.
"Yes, I will. What do I need to do?" Harry asked.
"Well, the money you three can have now, but the house you can't have until you graduate from Hogwarts. Only then can you move into it. Of course, you don't have to. You can do what you like with it."
"Ok. Thank you, Professor." Harry said.
"Well, now that everything is taken care of, I really must be getting back. I still have business to take care of before the start of term. I will see you three in September. Good day," Dumbledore said. He headed to the door and left.
"Ok, well, now what?" Harry asked.
"Well, Harry, you have a new house. Your own house," Hermione said.
Harry's throat tightened. He was starting to sweat and he was getting nauseas. If he didn't get out of there quick he was going to be sick. He headed out the door and behind the Leaky Cauldron. Nobody was there so he sat down on the ground and cried.
"Harry? What's wrong?"
Harry looked up, Hermione was just coming out of the pub, followed by Ron. Hermione gasped and ran to Harry and sat down. She put her arm round Harry and pulled him closer to her, "Oh, Harry, its ok. Everything is ok."
"Hermione, Sirius was the only father I have ever known and now he's gone. I have no family," sobbed Harry, no longer holding back his tears.
"That is not true. We're your family Harry, Ron and me. We will always be here for you, no matter what."
"Hey, mate, she's right. We're your family, we always have been," said Ron, a little nervous. He had never seen Harry like this and didn't want to say the wrong thing.
"I guess your right, but Sirius was my godfather, and the only father I had ever known. Now's he's gone, and it's all because of me."
"Harry, it's not you're fault. Don't make yourself believe that," Hermione said.
"How can I not believe that? If I had just practiced Oclumency, He never would have gotten into my head, and Sirius would still be here." Harry said.
"Harry, Sirius tried to save you, yes, but you have to understand, if he didn't die like that, he would have died for another reason. Do NOT blame yourself," Hermione said.
"But I..." Harry started to say.
Hermione interrupted him before he could finish, "No, it wasn't your fault, now get up off your arse and let's go."
Hermione stood and looked down at Harry, hands on her hips. Harry stood up with out any argument. So they went into Diagon Alley and headed straight for Gringotts. Inside Gringotts, they went to the vault Sirius had left them. It was a bumpy ride, but they got down there in one piece.
"BLOODY HELL!!" Ron said looking into the open vault. Hermione gasped, while Harry just leaned up against the hard stone doorway. Inside the vault there were piles upon piles of galleons, sickles, and knuts.
"I've never seen so much money in my life!" Hermione said.
"Same here, I never knew anyone that had THAT much money!" Ron said.
"Sure you did,"
"Fine, except Malfoy, but I've never been friends with anyone who has that much money," Ron said.
"Sure you have," Said Harry smirking.
"Oh yeah, and who would that be? None of my friends have that much money," Ron said turning to face Harry.
"You're looking at him," Harry said calmly. Ron's mouth fell open. He stared at Harry, and Harry just laughed.
"You didn't know that. Oh, I thought I told you. It's no big deal really. I mean, my parents left it to me,' Harry shrugged.
"If you really have that much money, why aren't you friends with someone like Malfoy?' Ron asked.
"Because you're the best friend I've ever had. You've ALMOST always been there for me," Harry said.
"What do you mean by ALMOST?" Ron asked sounding offended.
"Fourth year; the Triwizard Tournament. You were mad at me when my name was picked from the goblet," Harry pointed out.
"Oh, yeah, I guess I forgot about that," Ron said.
"Well, if we're done here, I'd like to get some money and go shopping," Hermione said.
They all grabbed a handful of galleons and dropped them into their pockets. Back up in the main building, they exchanged the galleons for muggle money. They left the bank and headed back to the Leaky Cauldron.
Once out on the muggle streets, Ron looked at his money, "What the? How do you use it?"
Harry grinned and took the money from Ron. Putting in his pocket he said, "I'll keep this until you find something you like. OK?"
"Yeah, ok, that might be best," Ron said.
"Come one you two. We only have a few hours before we have to go back," Hermione said.
Hermione took off down the streets of London. Harry looked at Ron and shrugged. They quickly jogged to catch up to Hermione, "So, were do you want to go?"
"I don't know. Do you have any ideas?" Hermione said.
"No, I'm sure you know your way around a lot better than I do. I didn't really get a chance to go places with the Dursleys," Harry said.
"Yeah, your probably right. Come on, I've got an idea," Hermione said.
Harry and Hermione showed Ron around London. They spent the day shopping and once they got back to the Burrow, they were exhausted. They returned just in time to sit down to dinner. As they ate, they told everybody all about their day. They explained about the money and house on Grimmauld Place. Of course, they left out the part about Harry breaking down in the back of the Leaky Cauldron.
Towards the end of dinner, Harry quietly excused himself and headed upstairs. First, he went into Ron's room and grabbed a small duffle bag he had buried at the bottom of his trunk. Then, he went to the top floor and into his new room and closed the door.
A/N: Ok, that was a weird place to end it, but I wanted to get the chapter done, and if I had kept going, I never would have finished it. Spring break is almost over so I have to go back to school soon. I'm pretty sure I will have more time to write than I did before though. Anyway, I'm going to start the next chapter as soon as I can.
A/N: IT'S Here's the chapter, like I promised, and before spring break too. Yippee. I am so sick of spring break. I can't do anything but write, well that's not really a bad thing, but I have no life. What little life I do have revolves around Harry Potter. Anywho...on with the story. ENJOY!!!
Hermione woke up early. She looked at her watch, 6:00 am. She suspected no one else was awake. They had all gone to bed pretty late, due to Harry's party. She got up and took a shower. When she got back to Ginny's room, she quietly took her guitar and went downstairs. She was right. No one was awake. She went out to the backyard and found a quiet place to sit and play. It was a beautiful morning. From where Hermione was sitting, she could see the sunrise. She began to practice the song she had been writing. She played for about two hours, and she didn't hear anyone come up behind her.
"Hermione?"
Hermione jumped up and dropped her guitar, "Ginny! What are you doing up?"
"It's eight o'clock in the morning. What are you doing? I didn't know you played an instrument."
"I...I do, I just didn't tell anyone. Please don't tell anyone, Ginny, especially not Ron and Harry," Hermione pleaded.
"I won't tell anyone, but why? Why don't you want people to know?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know. I guess I just want something for me. Something I don't have to share." Hermione sighed.
"Ok, I understand. I won't tell anyone," Ginny assured her.
"Thanks, Gin. I appreciate it. Now come on. Lets go inside." Hermione said, heading to the door, "Wait, is everybody up?"
Ginny nodded and Hermione looked up at Ginny's room, "Ginny, go get your mum. Tell her I need help with something."
"Ok," Ginny said, heading back to the house.
Ginny came back with Mrs. Weasley, "What is it, dear, are you hurt?"
"No, I'm not hurt. I was just wondering if you could possibly levitate this up to Ginny's room without anyone noticing."
"Yes, of course. I'm sorry; I wouldn't have sent Ginny out here to look for you if I had known you had this out."
"It's quite all right, Mrs. Weasley. I just don't want Harry and Ron to see me take this upstairs."
"That's no problem, I'll just take care of this, you go upstairs and get ready for breakfast," Mrs. Weasley said.
Hermione and Ginny went into the house. Ron and Harry were already sitting at the table, ready to eat. Hermione walked right past, ignoring their questioning looks. She went upstairs and put her guitar away after Mrs. Weasley had levitated it into the room. Then she went and cleaned up for breakfast. When she went downstairs, everyone was already at the table.
"Why were you outside so early, Hermione?" Harry asked.
"No reason, I just woke up early and thought I'd go out for some fresh air," Hermione said.
"Ok...but what were you doing out there?"
"So, are you three ready for this afternoon? Do you have enough money?" Mrs. Weasley asked, quickly changing the subject.
Harry took the hint and dropped the subject. Ron, on the other hand didn't, "So, why were you out there?" Harry elbowed him in the side and Ron yelped, but dropped the subject.
"Well, are you three ready? Do you have enough money?" Mrs. Weasley asked again, a little irritated.
"YES, mum, were are ready, and NO we don't need more money," Ron sighed, rolling his eyes at Harry. Harry looked down at his plate, trying to suppress his laughter.
"Ok, if you're sure. Are you going by floo powder?" Mrs. Weasley said.
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley. That is the quickest way to get there," Hermione said.
"Ok, well that's fine," Mrs. Weasley said.
They finished their breakfast in silence. When breakfast was over, Mrs. Weasley sent all six of them out of the kitchen, with some protest from Hermione, so that she could clean up.
At quarter to one, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went to Diagon Alley. They ordered a butterbeer and found a table to wait for Dumbledore.
"So, why did Dumbledore want to meet us today?"
"I don't know, he just said to meet him here at one o'clock sharp. He sounded serious, but I don't know what he wanted," Harry said.
At exactly one, Dumbledore arrived at the pub. He ordered a fire whisky and sat down with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, "Thank you for coming. There are a few things I would like to talk to the three of you about."
"Ok, what is it?"
"Well, number one, I was thinking about that "club" you organized last year. I thought it would be a good idea if we were to make it official, with you three running it. Anyone could join." Dumbledore said.
"The DA? You want to make it official, but why?" Harry asked.
"Well, it seems that everyone in the DA, with the exception of Fred and George, got Outstanding on their Defense Against the Dark Arts exams." Dumbledore said.
"So, you want us to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts? So does this mean you don't have a teacher?" Ron asked.
"No, I have found a new teacher, but I think the DA would be good for the school," Dumbledore said.
"Keep in mind, this is NOT to interfere with your studies and you are NOT to have meetings during classes. They are to be on weekends, and weekends only." Dumbledore said, seeing the glint in Ron's eyes.
"Well, I think it's a good idea," Hermione said.
"I like the idea, too. I'm in," Harry said. He and Hermione turned to look at Ron, waiting for his answer.
"Ok, I'll do it," Ron said.
"Good, now that that's settled. I will make an announcement at the Opening Ceremony about it. Now, on to the other thing I had to talk to you about. Sirius wrote this right be for he passed. I didn't want to give it to you yesterday because I didn't want to upset you. Sirius gave it to me, and told me to give it to you if anything were to happen to him," Dumbledore said, handing Harry a fairly thick envelope.
"Umm...thank you," Harry said, taking the envelope from Dumbledore.
Harry opened the envelope, and inside were four keys and a letter. He took out the keys, one of them silver and the other ones gold, and set them aside. He then took out the letter and opened. Inside it read:
Dear Harry,
If you are reading this letter, I am terribly sorry. There were so
many things I had to tell you about your parents. They were good
people, Harry, and they loved you very much. Don't you ever forget
that. They would be so proud of you. I am sorry to say that I can't
tell you this in person, and I know I have not been that great of a
godfather, but I love you, Harry, and I'm very proud of you, also. You
are a good man, and an excellent wizard.
Furthermore, I have included four keys, one silver and three gold. The
silver key goes to my house on Grimmauld Place. It is yours if you
wish to accept. There is no other person I'd rather have it. The gold
keys go to my vault at Gringotts. There is a large fortune in it and I
feel that you, Hermione, and Ron should have it. There is one key for
each of you.
There are many people who care about you. Ron and Hermione are two of
the most important people in your life. They will always be there for
you. You are a brave and loyal friend. Never forget that. No body
wants to see you get hurt. There is always someone here for you. No
matter what there always will be.
Love,
Sirius
Harry wiped a tear from his eye and put the letter back in the envelope. He put the envelope down and picked up the four keys.
"Harry? What's wrong, what was in the letter?" Hermione asked.
"S...Sirius wants me to have his h...house, and he gave us his m...money. That's what the k...keys are for. The silver is for his house and the gold are for each of us, for his vault," Harry stammered.
"What? His vault. He's giving it to us? Why us? Doesn't it go to one of his other relatives?" Ron said.
"Yes, and no. Sirius was the last heir of the black family..." Dumbledore said.
"I...I don't know if I could take it. It doesn't seem right. And besides, I don't know if I could go back to that house."
"Let me finish, Harry, I know you will want to here this," Dumbledore said, "If you choose NOT to accept it, it goes to Sirius's closest living relative."
"That's..."
"Narcissa Beatrice Black Malfoy."
"No! The Malfoys ARE NOT going to get it!" Harry said, a little more loudly than he had meant to. Everyone in the pub turned and looked at Harry. He slouched in his seat and uttered a quite apology.
"So, I presume you will take it." Dumbledore said.
"Yes, I will. What do I need to do?" Harry asked.
"Well, the money you three can have now, but the house you can't have until you graduate from Hogwarts. Only then can you move into it. Of course, you don't have to. You can do what you like with it."
"Ok. Thank you, Professor." Harry said.
"Well, now that everything is taken care of, I really must be getting back. I still have business to take care of before the start of term. I will see you three in September. Good day," Dumbledore said. He headed to the door and left.
"Ok, well, now what?" Harry asked.
"Well, Harry, you have a new house. Your own house," Hermione said.
Harry's throat tightened. He was starting to sweat and he was getting nauseas. If he didn't get out of there quick he was going to be sick. He headed out the door and behind the Leaky Cauldron. Nobody was there so he sat down on the ground and cried.
"Harry? What's wrong?"
Harry looked up, Hermione was just coming out of the pub, followed by Ron. Hermione gasped and ran to Harry and sat down. She put her arm round Harry and pulled him closer to her, "Oh, Harry, its ok. Everything is ok."
"Hermione, Sirius was the only father I have ever known and now he's gone. I have no family," sobbed Harry, no longer holding back his tears.
"That is not true. We're your family Harry, Ron and me. We will always be here for you, no matter what."
"Hey, mate, she's right. We're your family, we always have been," said Ron, a little nervous. He had never seen Harry like this and didn't want to say the wrong thing.
"I guess your right, but Sirius was my godfather, and the only father I had ever known. Now's he's gone, and it's all because of me."
"Harry, it's not you're fault. Don't make yourself believe that," Hermione said.
"How can I not believe that? If I had just practiced Oclumency, He never would have gotten into my head, and Sirius would still be here." Harry said.
"Harry, Sirius tried to save you, yes, but you have to understand, if he didn't die like that, he would have died for another reason. Do NOT blame yourself," Hermione said.
"But I..." Harry started to say.
Hermione interrupted him before he could finish, "No, it wasn't your fault, now get up off your arse and let's go."
Hermione stood and looked down at Harry, hands on her hips. Harry stood up with out any argument. So they went into Diagon Alley and headed straight for Gringotts. Inside Gringotts, they went to the vault Sirius had left them. It was a bumpy ride, but they got down there in one piece.
"BLOODY HELL!!" Ron said looking into the open vault. Hermione gasped, while Harry just leaned up against the hard stone doorway. Inside the vault there were piles upon piles of galleons, sickles, and knuts.
"I've never seen so much money in my life!" Hermione said.
"Same here, I never knew anyone that had THAT much money!" Ron said.
"Sure you did,"
"Fine, except Malfoy, but I've never been friends with anyone who has that much money," Ron said.
"Sure you have," Said Harry smirking.
"Oh yeah, and who would that be? None of my friends have that much money," Ron said turning to face Harry.
"You're looking at him," Harry said calmly. Ron's mouth fell open. He stared at Harry, and Harry just laughed.
"You didn't know that. Oh, I thought I told you. It's no big deal really. I mean, my parents left it to me,' Harry shrugged.
"If you really have that much money, why aren't you friends with someone like Malfoy?' Ron asked.
"Because you're the best friend I've ever had. You've ALMOST always been there for me," Harry said.
"What do you mean by ALMOST?" Ron asked sounding offended.
"Fourth year; the Triwizard Tournament. You were mad at me when my name was picked from the goblet," Harry pointed out.
"Oh, yeah, I guess I forgot about that," Ron said.
"Well, if we're done here, I'd like to get some money and go shopping," Hermione said.
They all grabbed a handful of galleons and dropped them into their pockets. Back up in the main building, they exchanged the galleons for muggle money. They left the bank and headed back to the Leaky Cauldron.
Once out on the muggle streets, Ron looked at his money, "What the? How do you use it?"
Harry grinned and took the money from Ron. Putting in his pocket he said, "I'll keep this until you find something you like. OK?"
"Yeah, ok, that might be best," Ron said.
"Come one you two. We only have a few hours before we have to go back," Hermione said.
Hermione took off down the streets of London. Harry looked at Ron and shrugged. They quickly jogged to catch up to Hermione, "So, were do you want to go?"
"I don't know. Do you have any ideas?" Hermione said.
"No, I'm sure you know your way around a lot better than I do. I didn't really get a chance to go places with the Dursleys," Harry said.
"Yeah, your probably right. Come on, I've got an idea," Hermione said.
Harry and Hermione showed Ron around London. They spent the day shopping and once they got back to the Burrow, they were exhausted. They returned just in time to sit down to dinner. As they ate, they told everybody all about their day. They explained about the money and house on Grimmauld Place. Of course, they left out the part about Harry breaking down in the back of the Leaky Cauldron.
Towards the end of dinner, Harry quietly excused himself and headed upstairs. First, he went into Ron's room and grabbed a small duffle bag he had buried at the bottom of his trunk. Then, he went to the top floor and into his new room and closed the door.
A/N: Ok, that was a weird place to end it, but I wanted to get the chapter done, and if I had kept going, I never would have finished it. Spring break is almost over so I have to go back to school soon. I'm pretty sure I will have more time to write than I did before though. Anyway, I'm going to start the next chapter as soon as I can.