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Hermione was at home in Godric's Hollow. She was sitting on the couch, which was adjacent to the fireplace, and she was reading a book. She didn't even notice the emerald green flames in the fireplace suddenly spring up, nor did she hear someone come out of them, for she was too deeply interested in what she was reading. It wasn't until she had put down the book, deciding to go into the kitchen for a cup of tea, that she noticed the man standing in her living room. She started.
"Dumbledore!" said Hermione "What are you doing here? Why-" she caught sight of the look on Dumbledore's face. "What's happened? What's wrong?"
"Hermione," said Dumbledore. "Is Harry here?"
"No. He's still at the Ministry," said Hermione. "He should be home any minute, though. Why?"
"Something has happened that you should both be aware of. I will tell you once Harry is here, for the matter concerns both of you."
Hermione stared at Dumbledore for a minute or two, and then came to her senses.
"Would...would you like something to eat or drink while we're waiting?"
"Just tea, thank you," said Dumbledore. He sat down on the couch at the request of Hermione's.
Hermione went through the door, wondering what Dumbledore would want to tell herself and Harry at this time of night, and into the kitchen. The sounds of her preparing the tea could be heard. Five minutes later, Hermione reentered the living room, bearing three cups of tea: one for herself, one for Dumbledore, and one for Harry when he got home. Hermione put a charm on Harry's cup, so that it would stay warm until Harry began to sip the tea. Putting Harry's tea on the small wooden table in front of the couch, she then handed a cup to Dumbledore, and kept the last cup for herself.
Sipping her tea as she sat down, Hermione stole a quick glance at Dumbledore. His expression was grave. This worried Hermione. What on earth could have happened. Last time she had seen Dumbledore like this had been the time when Harry's godfather had died, and that had been years ago. Hermione took another sip of her tea as she stared at the fireplace. Suddenly, emerald green flames erupted once more, and Harry came into view.
He brushed some soot off his robes. It had been a tiring day at the Ministry. He and the other Aurors were searching frantically for the four Death Eaters. Harry looked up, and noticed Hermione sitting on the couch.
"Hello, dear," said Hermione. "Tough day at the Ministry?"
"You've no idea," said Harry. He spotted the cup of tea on the table. "Is this for me?" he grinned. Hermione nodded. "It's not cold, is it?"
"No. I put a charm on it so it would stay warm."
"Good, thank you," said Harry, taking a sip. He looked at the couch once more, and noticed Dumbledore. Harry couldn't believe he didn't notice the Headmaster at first; he was sitting right next to Hermione. "Dumbledore, old chap!" Harry greeted enthusiastically. "How are things up at the school? I hope Ron isn't being a trouble maker."
"No," said Dumbledore, putting down his tea and getting up from the couch. Harry noticed the Dumbledore looked very grave. "But the matter that I've come to talk to you about concerns him."
"What's wrong?" said Harry, the smile sliding like stinksap off his face. He went to the couch and sat down next to Hermione. He set his cup down and put his arm around his wife's shoulders.
"I'm not going to beat around the bush," said Dumbledore. "Your son has been captured by Lucius Malfoy, Antonin Dolohov, and Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange."
"C-captured?" said Harry faintly. He glance at Hermione, who's face had turned white. "How- how did this happen?"
"Your son and Miss Longbottom were coming back from a late night visit at Hagrid's, and they stopped at the lake. Then the Death Eaters came up. Ron told Kelsey to run for it, which she did."
"And now...they...have Ron?"
Dumbledore nodded. Hermione let out a wail of despair and buried her face in Harry's shoulder. Harry could feel her tears soaking through his robes. He put both his arms around her, and rested his head on hers. He looked at Dumbledore.
"What do we do?" asked Harry.
"You two must come at once to 12 Grimmauld Place. You will be able to hear news about your son as it comes in. Meanwhile, Harry, when you go to the Ministry, double up efforts as best you can to find your son. I don't want to think about what the Death Eaters are doing to him."
"But...Why did they get Ron? Why didn't they try to get me instead?"
Dumbledore sighed. "You defeated their master. They want revenge." There was a pause. "Now, if you will gather up your things, we will get going."
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Kelsey walked up the corridor towards the entrance of the common room. She was carrying Ron's invisibility cloak in one arm, and she was crying. She felt horrible about what happened. She knew it wasn't her fault, but she still felt horrible. She hoped Ron wouldn't be hurt too badly, but by the way that one Death Eater had broken Ron's arm, it wasn't likely.
Kelsey reached the hidden entrance to the Gryffindor common room, hopping and hoping that there wouldn't be anybody still up.
"Anything the matter, dear?" said the Fat Lady.
Kelsey wasn't really up to telling anyone what had happened, so she shook her head and said the password.
"Symblemyne."
The portrait of the Fat Lady swung aside, and Kelsey stepped into Gryffindor tower. She looked around, and to her dismay found a few people still in the common room. And some of those people included her own dorm mates: Ashley Bones, Inga Waters, Erica Salar, and Amelia Davis.
"Hey, Kels, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, Erica," said Kelsey, wiping her eyes. She dreaded the thought of telling anyone what happened, but knew that Dumbledore would tell the whole school anyway. She spotted Ron's sisters, Jamie and Aphrodite, sitting in a corner near the windows with a bunch of their other friends. Kelsey sighed. She might as well tell them what happened. Because, after all, they were related to Ron.
So Kelsey walked over to them.
"Um..." They all stared at her. "Jamie, Aphrodite...there's something...something I have to tell you..."
"What's wrong?" asked Jamie. "Why are you crying?"
"Can I just talk to you two...privately?"
"Sure..."
Jamie and Aphrodite got up from where they were sitting and followed Kelsey over to a remote corner of the common room. When they had sat down, Kelsey looked up at Ron's sisters. They were looking at Kelsey with curiousity and concern.
"What's the matter?" asked Aphrodite.
"It's...about Ron..." said Kelsey quietly.
"What'd he do this time?" asked Jamie.
"It's not something he did...more something that someone else did to him."
"What happened?"
Kelsey took a deep breath, and told the story. She told Jamie and Aphrodite of how she and Ron had been at Hagrid's cabin, of how Ron realised it was getting late, and he and Kelsey left, of how he and Kelsey had stopped at the lake...and of how...
"And then," said Kelsey, trying to hold back the tears, "and then we heard a twig snap, and saw the Death Eaters approaching...Ron told me to run for it...and then...they've kidnapped him!"
Jamie and Aphrodite were stunned at this news. Stunned and horrified. Then they both hugged each other. Kelsey could see a few tears fall from their eyes. She got up from where she was sitting, suddenly realising just how tired she was.
"I'm going to bed," she sniffed. "Good night."
"Yeah, night, Kelsey," said Jamie.
"And thanks for telling us," said Aphrodite.
With out waiting for another word, Kelsey went up to her dorm, and with out getting undressed, climbed into bed and cried herself to sleep.
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"Here we are, Potter," said Rodolphus, looking back at Ron and grinning evilly. He kicked Ron in the shins. When Ron stumbled, the Death Eaters laughed.
Ron looked past the Death Eaters at a mansion that stood on a hill. He figured that that house was where he would be held. A ways away from the mansion stood a little cottage. No lights were on in either the cottage or the mansion, which led Ron to believe that they were abandoned.
"Where are we?" Ron said quietly.
"We are in a town called Little Hangleton," answered Malfoy. "And that mansion on the hill, where you will be held, belonged to the Dark Lord's father."
"It would have been the Dark Lord's house," said Bellatrix, who had a tight grip on Ron's broken arm, "but your father, boy, murdered him."
"My dad didn't murder Voldemort," said Ron. "he defeated him, which was a good thing."
"Shut up, Potter!" said Bellatrix. She shook Ron, and the pain in his arm reached such a pitch that he had to grit his teeth to stop himself from screaming. Surely his arm was now so badly broken that it would never heal completely.
"Don't, Bella," said Rodolphus.
"Don't tell me what to do!" said Bellatrix, as the group walked up the hill. "You heard what he said about our Master!"
"Your former master, you mean," said Ron. Bellatrix slapped him across the face.
"SHUT UP!" she shrieked.
She made to slap him again, but Ron recoiled. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid. Why couldn't he stop himself from making those comments? Did he want to be injured even worse, or killed? No. He decided he'd better hold his tongue in front of these enemies. Though it would be difficult, as he had a tendency to speak his mind to those he didn't like.
"Bella, be quiet!" hissed Dolohov. "Do you want the Muggles to get suspicious?"
"Yes," Ron muttered. Most fortunately, no one heard him.
Bellatrix fell silent, and she, Ron, Dolohov, Rodolphus, and Malfoy made their way to the mansion.
When they reached it, they went in through the front entrance. After closing the door behind them, Malfoy muttered something, and all the lights along the walls sputtered into life. He then pointed his wand at the windows and muttered something. Ron chanced a look around. The mansion that they were in was very old, and it smelled of moth balls. There was a dusty old stair case that led to the upper level, and right next to the staircase was a corridor, with many doors on either side.
"Bella, you lead him to the dungeons," said Malfoy.
"Why do I have to lead the filthy half blood to the dungeons?"
"Because I asked you to, now go!"
"Let's go, Potter," she spat, and seizing Ron by his left arm (thankfully his unbroken one), she led him halfway down the corridor, and though a doorway.
Down many stone steps they went, until they reached level ground. Bellatrix got out her wand, and tapped the nearest candle wick. It, and all the other candles, lit up, revealing a long, low room full of cells with cold metal bars that, of course prevented any escape. Bellatrix led Ron down the room, their footsteps echoing off of the cold stone floor, and opened up the cell at the very end.
It was very dismal, the cell. It wasn't very large, and there was a tiny window through which a tiny sliver a moon light came through. There was a stone bed, and Ron gave up all hope of getting a good night's sleep, which wasn't very likely in the first place with the Death Eaters around, and there was also a hole in the ground opposite the bed.
Bellatrix shoved Ron inside, and was just about to close the cell door, when she stopped.
"Come here, Potter!" she said. When Ron didn't respond, she said it louder. "POTTER, come HERE!"
Reluctantly, Ron stepped closer.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Your wand," said Bellatrix. "Now give it to me."
"NO!"
"GIVE ME YOUR WAND!"
"I WON'T!"
"CRUCIO!"
"AAAAAAARGH!" Ron hit the ground, screaming, feeling as thought thousands upon thousands of knives were stabbing him. He could not pair the pain, he wanted it to black out...to end...he wanted it to be finished, for him to die... and then, just as he could no longer bear it, Bellatrix lifted the curse. Ron lay there panting.
Bellatrix pointed her wand at Ron again, who flinched. Bellatrix laughed softly. "Accio Wand!"
Ron's wand zoomed out of his robes and into Bellatrix's hand. She had just turned to go when she stopped.
"Malfoy wanted me to repair your arm," said Bellatrix in disgust. "He said you would be more likely to answer our questions. Though I doubt it will help us." She pointed her wand at Ron's arm, and muttered something. Immediately, Ron felt his arm become as good as new.
"Thank you," said Ron, getting to his feet.
"Don't thank me, you filthy half blood," Bellatrix spat.
"Ok then, I won't. By the way, when do I get any food? I'm hungry, you see."
"Well, I don't care if you're hungry or not! You'll get your food when you get it."
"I see."
"Anything else you want to say?" Bellatrix asked.
"Yeah, that bed looks really uncomfortable...."
"Deal with it!"
"No!" Ron cringed. Did he seriously want to risk getting killed by these lunatics?
Bellatrix raised her wand once more. "CRUCIO!"
Again, Ron hit the ground, screaming. Bellatrix raised her wand, and Ron stopped screaming. He got up gingerly.
"What'd you do that again for?" He said, looking into her face, which was full of hatred for the boy standing in front of her.
"You need to learn some manners, boy, or your precious parents will be looking at you body tomorrow morning!"
Ron shuddered, and bit back the reply he was longing to utter. He sat down on the comfortless stone bed. Sneering, Bellatrix shut and locked the cell door. Ron watched her walk away, and put his face in his hands. It was not until he heard a distant door close that he let the tears fall.
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Hermione was at home in Godric's Hollow. She was sitting on the couch, which was adjacent to the fireplace, and she was reading a book. She didn't even notice the emerald green flames in the fireplace suddenly spring up, nor did she hear someone come out of them, for she was too deeply interested in what she was reading. It wasn't until she had put down the book, deciding to go into the kitchen for a cup of tea, that she noticed the man standing in her living room. She started.
"Dumbledore!" said Hermione "What are you doing here? Why-" she caught sight of the look on Dumbledore's face. "What's happened? What's wrong?"
"Hermione," said Dumbledore. "Is Harry here?"
"No. He's still at the Ministry," said Hermione. "He should be home any minute, though. Why?"
"Something has happened that you should both be aware of. I will tell you once Harry is here, for the matter concerns both of you."
Hermione stared at Dumbledore for a minute or two, and then came to her senses.
"Would...would you like something to eat or drink while we're waiting?"
"Just tea, thank you," said Dumbledore. He sat down on the couch at the request of Hermione's.
Hermione went through the door, wondering what Dumbledore would want to tell herself and Harry at this time of night, and into the kitchen. The sounds of her preparing the tea could be heard. Five minutes later, Hermione reentered the living room, bearing three cups of tea: one for herself, one for Dumbledore, and one for Harry when he got home. Hermione put a charm on Harry's cup, so that it would stay warm until Harry began to sip the tea. Putting Harry's tea on the small wooden table in front of the couch, she then handed a cup to Dumbledore, and kept the last cup for herself.
Sipping her tea as she sat down, Hermione stole a quick glance at Dumbledore. His expression was grave. This worried Hermione. What on earth could have happened. Last time she had seen Dumbledore like this had been the time when Harry's godfather had died, and that had been years ago. Hermione took another sip of her tea as she stared at the fireplace. Suddenly, emerald green flames erupted once more, and Harry came into view.
He brushed some soot off his robes. It had been a tiring day at the Ministry. He and the other Aurors were searching frantically for the four Death Eaters. Harry looked up, and noticed Hermione sitting on the couch.
"Hello, dear," said Hermione. "Tough day at the Ministry?"
"You've no idea," said Harry. He spotted the cup of tea on the table. "Is this for me?" he grinned. Hermione nodded. "It's not cold, is it?"
"No. I put a charm on it so it would stay warm."
"Good, thank you," said Harry, taking a sip. He looked at the couch once more, and noticed Dumbledore. Harry couldn't believe he didn't notice the Headmaster at first; he was sitting right next to Hermione. "Dumbledore, old chap!" Harry greeted enthusiastically. "How are things up at the school? I hope Ron isn't being a trouble maker."
"No," said Dumbledore, putting down his tea and getting up from the couch. Harry noticed the Dumbledore looked very grave. "But the matter that I've come to talk to you about concerns him."
"What's wrong?" said Harry, the smile sliding like stinksap off his face. He went to the couch and sat down next to Hermione. He set his cup down and put his arm around his wife's shoulders.
"I'm not going to beat around the bush," said Dumbledore. "Your son has been captured by Lucius Malfoy, Antonin Dolohov, and Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange."
"C-captured?" said Harry faintly. He glance at Hermione, who's face had turned white. "How- how did this happen?"
"Your son and Miss Longbottom were coming back from a late night visit at Hagrid's, and they stopped at the lake. Then the Death Eaters came up. Ron told Kelsey to run for it, which she did."
"And now...they...have Ron?"
Dumbledore nodded. Hermione let out a wail of despair and buried her face in Harry's shoulder. Harry could feel her tears soaking through his robes. He put both his arms around her, and rested his head on hers. He looked at Dumbledore.
"What do we do?" asked Harry.
"You two must come at once to 12 Grimmauld Place. You will be able to hear news about your son as it comes in. Meanwhile, Harry, when you go to the Ministry, double up efforts as best you can to find your son. I don't want to think about what the Death Eaters are doing to him."
"But...Why did they get Ron? Why didn't they try to get me instead?"
Dumbledore sighed. "You defeated their master. They want revenge." There was a pause. "Now, if you will gather up your things, we will get going."
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Kelsey walked up the corridor towards the entrance of the common room. She was carrying Ron's invisibility cloak in one arm, and she was crying. She felt horrible about what happened. She knew it wasn't her fault, but she still felt horrible. She hoped Ron wouldn't be hurt too badly, but by the way that one Death Eater had broken Ron's arm, it wasn't likely.
Kelsey reached the hidden entrance to the Gryffindor common room, hopping and hoping that there wouldn't be anybody still up.
"Anything the matter, dear?" said the Fat Lady.
Kelsey wasn't really up to telling anyone what had happened, so she shook her head and said the password.
"Symblemyne."
The portrait of the Fat Lady swung aside, and Kelsey stepped into Gryffindor tower. She looked around, and to her dismay found a few people still in the common room. And some of those people included her own dorm mates: Ashley Bones, Inga Waters, Erica Salar, and Amelia Davis.
"Hey, Kels, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, Erica," said Kelsey, wiping her eyes. She dreaded the thought of telling anyone what happened, but knew that Dumbledore would tell the whole school anyway. She spotted Ron's sisters, Jamie and Aphrodite, sitting in a corner near the windows with a bunch of their other friends. Kelsey sighed. She might as well tell them what happened. Because, after all, they were related to Ron.
So Kelsey walked over to them.
"Um..." They all stared at her. "Jamie, Aphrodite...there's something...something I have to tell you..."
"What's wrong?" asked Jamie. "Why are you crying?"
"Can I just talk to you two...privately?"
"Sure..."
Jamie and Aphrodite got up from where they were sitting and followed Kelsey over to a remote corner of the common room. When they had sat down, Kelsey looked up at Ron's sisters. They were looking at Kelsey with curiousity and concern.
"What's the matter?" asked Aphrodite.
"It's...about Ron..." said Kelsey quietly.
"What'd he do this time?" asked Jamie.
"It's not something he did...more something that someone else did to him."
"What happened?"
Kelsey took a deep breath, and told the story. She told Jamie and Aphrodite of how she and Ron had been at Hagrid's cabin, of how Ron realised it was getting late, and he and Kelsey left, of how he and Kelsey had stopped at the lake...and of how...
"And then," said Kelsey, trying to hold back the tears, "and then we heard a twig snap, and saw the Death Eaters approaching...Ron told me to run for it...and then...they've kidnapped him!"
Jamie and Aphrodite were stunned at this news. Stunned and horrified. Then they both hugged each other. Kelsey could see a few tears fall from their eyes. She got up from where she was sitting, suddenly realising just how tired she was.
"I'm going to bed," she sniffed. "Good night."
"Yeah, night, Kelsey," said Jamie.
"And thanks for telling us," said Aphrodite.
With out waiting for another word, Kelsey went up to her dorm, and with out getting undressed, climbed into bed and cried herself to sleep.
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"Here we are, Potter," said Rodolphus, looking back at Ron and grinning evilly. He kicked Ron in the shins. When Ron stumbled, the Death Eaters laughed.
Ron looked past the Death Eaters at a mansion that stood on a hill. He figured that that house was where he would be held. A ways away from the mansion stood a little cottage. No lights were on in either the cottage or the mansion, which led Ron to believe that they were abandoned.
"Where are we?" Ron said quietly.
"We are in a town called Little Hangleton," answered Malfoy. "And that mansion on the hill, where you will be held, belonged to the Dark Lord's father."
"It would have been the Dark Lord's house," said Bellatrix, who had a tight grip on Ron's broken arm, "but your father, boy, murdered him."
"My dad didn't murder Voldemort," said Ron. "he defeated him, which was a good thing."
"Shut up, Potter!" said Bellatrix. She shook Ron, and the pain in his arm reached such a pitch that he had to grit his teeth to stop himself from screaming. Surely his arm was now so badly broken that it would never heal completely.
"Don't, Bella," said Rodolphus.
"Don't tell me what to do!" said Bellatrix, as the group walked up the hill. "You heard what he said about our Master!"
"Your former master, you mean," said Ron. Bellatrix slapped him across the face.
"SHUT UP!" she shrieked.
She made to slap him again, but Ron recoiled. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid. Why couldn't he stop himself from making those comments? Did he want to be injured even worse, or killed? No. He decided he'd better hold his tongue in front of these enemies. Though it would be difficult, as he had a tendency to speak his mind to those he didn't like.
"Bella, be quiet!" hissed Dolohov. "Do you want the Muggles to get suspicious?"
"Yes," Ron muttered. Most fortunately, no one heard him.
Bellatrix fell silent, and she, Ron, Dolohov, Rodolphus, and Malfoy made their way to the mansion.
When they reached it, they went in through the front entrance. After closing the door behind them, Malfoy muttered something, and all the lights along the walls sputtered into life. He then pointed his wand at the windows and muttered something. Ron chanced a look around. The mansion that they were in was very old, and it smelled of moth balls. There was a dusty old stair case that led to the upper level, and right next to the staircase was a corridor, with many doors on either side.
"Bella, you lead him to the dungeons," said Malfoy.
"Why do I have to lead the filthy half blood to the dungeons?"
"Because I asked you to, now go!"
"Let's go, Potter," she spat, and seizing Ron by his left arm (thankfully his unbroken one), she led him halfway down the corridor, and though a doorway.
Down many stone steps they went, until they reached level ground. Bellatrix got out her wand, and tapped the nearest candle wick. It, and all the other candles, lit up, revealing a long, low room full of cells with cold metal bars that, of course prevented any escape. Bellatrix led Ron down the room, their footsteps echoing off of the cold stone floor, and opened up the cell at the very end.
It was very dismal, the cell. It wasn't very large, and there was a tiny window through which a tiny sliver a moon light came through. There was a stone bed, and Ron gave up all hope of getting a good night's sleep, which wasn't very likely in the first place with the Death Eaters around, and there was also a hole in the ground opposite the bed.
Bellatrix shoved Ron inside, and was just about to close the cell door, when she stopped.
"Come here, Potter!" she said. When Ron didn't respond, she said it louder. "POTTER, come HERE!"
Reluctantly, Ron stepped closer.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Your wand," said Bellatrix. "Now give it to me."
"NO!"
"GIVE ME YOUR WAND!"
"I WON'T!"
"CRUCIO!"
"AAAAAAARGH!" Ron hit the ground, screaming, feeling as thought thousands upon thousands of knives were stabbing him. He could not pair the pain, he wanted it to black out...to end...he wanted it to be finished, for him to die... and then, just as he could no longer bear it, Bellatrix lifted the curse. Ron lay there panting.
Bellatrix pointed her wand at Ron again, who flinched. Bellatrix laughed softly. "Accio Wand!"
Ron's wand zoomed out of his robes and into Bellatrix's hand. She had just turned to go when she stopped.
"Malfoy wanted me to repair your arm," said Bellatrix in disgust. "He said you would be more likely to answer our questions. Though I doubt it will help us." She pointed her wand at Ron's arm, and muttered something. Immediately, Ron felt his arm become as good as new.
"Thank you," said Ron, getting to his feet.
"Don't thank me, you filthy half blood," Bellatrix spat.
"Ok then, I won't. By the way, when do I get any food? I'm hungry, you see."
"Well, I don't care if you're hungry or not! You'll get your food when you get it."
"I see."
"Anything else you want to say?" Bellatrix asked.
"Yeah, that bed looks really uncomfortable...."
"Deal with it!"
"No!" Ron cringed. Did he seriously want to risk getting killed by these lunatics?
Bellatrix raised her wand once more. "CRUCIO!"
Again, Ron hit the ground, screaming. Bellatrix raised her wand, and Ron stopped screaming. He got up gingerly.
"What'd you do that again for?" He said, looking into her face, which was full of hatred for the boy standing in front of her.
"You need to learn some manners, boy, or your precious parents will be looking at you body tomorrow morning!"
Ron shuddered, and bit back the reply he was longing to utter. He sat down on the comfortless stone bed. Sneering, Bellatrix shut and locked the cell door. Ron watched her walk away, and put his face in his hands. It was not until he heard a distant door close that he let the tears fall.
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PLEASE review! I'll do some hula dancing for you, if you do! Yep, luau's are fun! (yes, I've been to one before, when I went to Maui for the first time)