Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter character J.K Rowling
does, and all of her associates. I in no way intend to infringe on them or
the contracts etc. I do not own Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie does. As well as
Disney and whoever else has legal contract and use of Peter Pan. I am just
borrowing him.
---The Dancing Stars---
~Crystalnia~
The next few things happened so quickly and naturally that even the participants were slightly confused. Peter Pan pulled drew out pixie dust from his pocket and cupping it in his hands he blew it over Hermione, who to the surprise and immense delight of Peter Pan started to fly up into the air immediately. Draco pointed his wand back and forth between Peter and Hermione trying to figure out the best course of action, as a Slytherin never acts hastily and without thought. Finally as Peter was reached out and Hermione and his hands met he came to his decision.
"Stupefy." He hissed under his breath sending a beam of light strait at Peter and freezing him right were he was suspended in the air. Hermione however, after years of being friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley had learned to be very quick with her wand and quickly drew it out in the hand that was not held in Peter's now frozen one. Pointing it at Peter she mumbled the counter curse before turning to Malfoy, her wand pointing threateningly at his chest.
"What is your problem, you stupid git?" Her voice was a deadly calm that, if Draco had known her, would have told him to get away from her quick. However as Draco Malfoy did not know her, he had no clue. Peter on the other hand, was staring dumbfounded at the stick. He was slightly angry that they knew how to make lights come out of the end of sticks, and that the lights could actually do things. What's more is that his pride was immensely hurt. Sure he had been hit by Hooks sword, but he always had the upper hand, here he felt hopeless. Until Hermione had released him, which was another inadvertent hit to his over sized pride. It just wasn't fair. No one was supposed to know anything he didn't know. He put his hands on his hips, releasing Hermione's grip from his. He cocked his head to the side, watching Hermione float to the ground, landing fairly gracefully considering she had never flew before.
"Yes Granger, go off to Neverland and leave me to be blamed for your disappearance. Do you really want me to end up is Azkaban? From what I have heard, they don't even allow you to wash daily in there." Draco visibly shivered. However his answer did not satisfy Hermione, who still had her wand pointed at Draco's chest, and his likewise, was pointed at Peters.
"Why not Malfoy? Like father like son. You two belong together behind bars." Hermione hissed, and watched as Draco's eyes darkened and his grip tightened on his wand causing his knuckles to turn white. It looked as though they were at a standstill. Hermione and Peter could not leave, nor could Draco unless one of them put down there wand. Which, as they all were stubborn, would not likely happen.
It must have been fate that brought Crookshanks, Hermione's beloved ginger cat climbing up the astronomy tower steps and causing Draco to turn around for only a moment, allowing Peter the perfect opportunity to make an exit. Of course his pride refused to allow him to leave without what he had come for. Plus he had little doubt that if he tried Hermione would most likely turn her light stick at him next if he tried. So Peter quick as he was, grabbed her hand and dragged her out the window just as Draco was turning around after seeing, in his opinion the ugliest ginger cat in the world.
Draco let out a curse as he watched them fly away quickly, toward the second star on the right. Pointing his wand at the retreating figures he said quite clearly, "Accio Pixie dust."
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The sensation of flying in the air without any kind of instrument beneath her, such as a broom, was a very odd one indeed for Hermione. Not only that but it struck her mind and body in very different ways. For instance in the educational way, she could prove that the muggle theory on stars being balls of gas was indeed false. For example, according to her theory and her research stars were a species all of there own, not exactly creature; but living, that had different personalities and means to protect them selves. In another example, her body was tingling all over, starting from the spot Peter's hand was intertwined with her own. However, logical as her mind was, she figured that the reason behind this was that Peter must have a magic in him that reacted strangely to others unlike himself. Surely it happened to anyone he came in contact with.
Hermione looked over at him, and noticing his mischievous grin and the way his blue eyes were shining, she pulled back slightly from him. Peter let go of her hand and flew in a quick circle around her before stopping in front of her and pointing to the stars. "Look Hermione, the stars are calling for you to watch them." Hermione looked up just as Peter wanted, absently noticing that the tingling had stopped when he had let go of her hand.
Peter had noticed the heat Hermione's hand in his was sending through him, and unsure of what it was or how to react, he had decided to do what he did best, joke around. Unfortunately he had a horrible addiction to playing crude tricks on the people he brought to Neverland; he didn't know what it was. His mind reminded him that it was one of the few things he never shared with Wendy, but always regretted. She would have had the funniest reaction to his joke. Yet, he didn't want to miss another grand opportunity to pull his joke when it presented itself to him. Delighted that Hermione had looked up, he quickly allowed himself to fall toward the water at an incredible speed. "Hermione!" He called out just before he hit the water.
Hermione started, looking down toward were Peter's voice was calling to her and listening to the splash. Eyes wide in terror she drew out her wand a mumbled a spell, sending a light into the water to search for Peter. In her heavy concentration, and the horror of the moment she did not see the soaking figure that emerged from the water about 25 feet from where he 'feel' in. Peter flew up right behind her, and watched over her shoulder as the light hit the water and spread over the surface and began to light up the under-layers of the water.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Peter asked before bursting into laughter. So surprised was she that as her eyes widened in anger and she turned around to face Peter once again, she dropped her beloved wand. Hermione drew back her hand and the sound of her palm hitting his right cheek resonated off the water and into the air around them disturbing the previously peaceful silence.
Peter reeled back in shock. No one had ever struck him before, and it wasn't something he found to be very pleasurable. In fact he could hardly believe it had actually happened, and he would have forgotten the whole thing had it not been for Hermione's brown eyes staring at him in horror and her hand suddenly covering her lips in a likewise expression, gave evidence that she had indeed struck him. He didn't know how to react. He supposed he should have been angry, but for some reason at Hermione's next words he quite forgot all that anger and only wanted to make her happy once again.
"That was a horrible trick Peter Pan!" Hermione wasn't sure why she was so emotional over a small trick. She just was. What is more, is she didn't know why she had slapped him, as she had only ever struck one other in her entire life, and that of course was Draco Malfoy.
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Draco Malfoy was absolutely and completely livid. Actually livid did not begin to describe how angry he was. In fact if he had anyone or anything for that matter within his arms reach he would strangle it, -tempting as that was to him; he couldn't seem to find that damn ginger cat at the moment,- that was how angry he was. He had the bloody Pixie dust but it was not working. There must be a malfunction or something in it suddenly. After all it wasn't working now, but it was working for Granger. And as everyone knew anything Granger could do he could do. He had sprinkled the dust over himself for a grand total of three times now, but he had yet to even get off the ground, and soon it would be too late. Granger and that damn Pan were god knows were by now. At least Draco had the first direction, and from what he had read in the books in the library, he could guess the rest.
Oh when he caught those bloody two, he would show them a thing or two. Especially Granger, she needed to be put in her place. The stupid witch, didn't she realize how much her words earlier would hurt him? It was preposterous how she thought she could get away with her words. Oh she would pay alright. And that stupid Pan. Just who did he think he was anyway? Draco was far better then him in every way. He had better hair, actual clothes instead of things you would find in a bloody yard, and lastly but certainly not least he was perfect, and Peter Pan was not. A sneer covered Draco's mouth as he flew up into the air.
He was flying! Really flying, the damn Pixie dust wasn't messed up as he had originally thought. It seemed that thinking of how he was better then Peter Pan caused him to be able to fly. Not taking any more time, he sheathed his wand and flew out of the window,-though it was rather clumsy even in comparison to Wendy's younger brother Michael.- and strait toward Neverland.
Draco happened along upon Hermione and Peter just in time to see her turn to slap him. Not knowing what exactly had happened to cause Hermione to loose her temper, as she hadn't done so very often, smirking he paused in his flight to watch, trying to listen in without being caught. Which being a Slytherin he was quite good at sneaking around. He was not able to hear what Hermione said to Peter, but he could tell by the movement of her lips that she did say something. However he did hear the satisfying splash of Hermione's wand. He had no doubt, in fact, that it was her wand as he watched it falling.
It was quite a spectacle watching the way Hermione dived after her wand in a panicked frenzy, and Peter dived after Hermione almost serenely. Much to Draco's disappointment Peter swooped just below Hermione in time to catch her from going into the water. Draco knew Hermione wasn't the best of swimmers but she was passable. He could actually hear her crying out as Peter pulled her back into the air and away from her sinking wand. Draco could have hugged Peter at that moment as he watched her struggle to get back to the water as Peter pulled her along trying to get her to understand something. Finally he seemed to get through to her because she slumped against him allowing him to drag her along, all her happy thoughts temporarily gone.
Again Draco waited until they were out of site before calling Hermione's wand to him from the ocean that was trying to consume it. Smiling in malicious satisfaction that he didn't understand her ran his hands over the smooth surface of her wand. It was amazing how the smooth texture of the wand reminded him so much of the way Hermione's skin looked. Shaking his head he sheathed the wand securely. Now that Granger had a ready weakness he would be able reek his revenge. After all without a wand a witch was defenseless.
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Hermione couldn't believe it. Her wand was actually gone. Without it she was defenseless. Even living with her muggle family during the summer she still had the security of her wand near by. Now her life seemed to be falling apart. If it wasn't for Peter, at the moment, she would be in the water searching for her wand, even if it meant her own death.
Peter's words still rang in her ears. 'Hermione, it's gone!' and 'We will find another for you when we get to Neverland.' Yet, the words that stuck out in Hermione's mind the most were the one's that finally got her to stop struggling to get to the water and her wand. 'It'll be alright, I promise, I'll make it better.' What's more was the look in Peter's eyes was so sincere when he said this that she couldn't help but feel warm and comforted. She had had no doubt what-so-ever that Peter would make it alright. Beyond that however no happy thoughts had come,-it was as if in loosing her wand she had lost a piece of herself,- and so she had to let Peter support her weight for the rest of the way to Neverland.
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To Peter Pan the sight of Neverland had never been more welcome. The weather that had been previously cold suddenly turned warm as if greeting him and he could see the clear crystal blue of the lagoon. He didn't have to worry about pirate ships as he had defeated Captain Hook about 12 years ago and he couldn't wait to introduce Hermione to the lost boys as their new mother. Even as upset as she was at the moment, he was sure she would be vastly cheered as soon as they picked out a new stick for her to wave around, and all would be well.
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Upon a luminous ship decked out in full sails and cleaned to the very brig stood an ominous figure, his crew gathered around him waiting for instruction. The man drew out a sword with his right hand while pulling a man by the collar off the floor as to see his face. He was not pleased that they had not had much success in the surprise revenge against his half- brothers killer. Peter Pan would go down, he would guarantee that. For now however, he would settle for spilling the blood of the measly cabin boy who had the nerve to question his command.
"Let this be a lesson to you all," his clear silky voice rang out over his crew, "if I say I want information on the whereabouts of Peter Pan that is what I will have. If I tell you to jump ship, that is what I expect; my word is law on this ship!" A sadistic smile crossed his face as he thrust his sword into the neck of the cabin boy. Blood slowly seeped out of the wound as the cabin boy fall back to the deck dead, no longer held up by the vengeful captain. A sneer crossed his face as he turned his attention to another of his men. "Robucks harvest his blood, we will need it later. Snot Rag Jack, see to it that no blood is left on my ship is that clear?"
"Aye, Captain Giggles." Both Snot Rag Jack and Robucks answered quickly setting into action, so as not to anger the captain.
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A.N. Thank you for again reading. So far I would like to thank all of my encouraging reviewers. I would also like to answer the question many of you who are reading both versions are asking yourselves, 'What's the difference?' As of yet there are not any differences but in later chapters they will differ, most likely not by a lot, but by enough to change the rating of one over the other. I am happy so many people approve of my choice of stories. Thank you again for your encouragement, it is always welcome. Oh, I almost forgot, I apologize for the shortness of the chapters. I hope to get enough time to make the chapters longer. I settled for a short one for the second time in order to update sooner then I would if I waited to make this chapter longer. So please bear with me; longer chapters will come soon. Most likely in the next chapter, so it will take longer to update but I assure you I will update within 3 to 5 days.
---The Dancing Stars---
~Crystalnia~
The next few things happened so quickly and naturally that even the participants were slightly confused. Peter Pan pulled drew out pixie dust from his pocket and cupping it in his hands he blew it over Hermione, who to the surprise and immense delight of Peter Pan started to fly up into the air immediately. Draco pointed his wand back and forth between Peter and Hermione trying to figure out the best course of action, as a Slytherin never acts hastily and without thought. Finally as Peter was reached out and Hermione and his hands met he came to his decision.
"Stupefy." He hissed under his breath sending a beam of light strait at Peter and freezing him right were he was suspended in the air. Hermione however, after years of being friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley had learned to be very quick with her wand and quickly drew it out in the hand that was not held in Peter's now frozen one. Pointing it at Peter she mumbled the counter curse before turning to Malfoy, her wand pointing threateningly at his chest.
"What is your problem, you stupid git?" Her voice was a deadly calm that, if Draco had known her, would have told him to get away from her quick. However as Draco Malfoy did not know her, he had no clue. Peter on the other hand, was staring dumbfounded at the stick. He was slightly angry that they knew how to make lights come out of the end of sticks, and that the lights could actually do things. What's more is that his pride was immensely hurt. Sure he had been hit by Hooks sword, but he always had the upper hand, here he felt hopeless. Until Hermione had released him, which was another inadvertent hit to his over sized pride. It just wasn't fair. No one was supposed to know anything he didn't know. He put his hands on his hips, releasing Hermione's grip from his. He cocked his head to the side, watching Hermione float to the ground, landing fairly gracefully considering she had never flew before.
"Yes Granger, go off to Neverland and leave me to be blamed for your disappearance. Do you really want me to end up is Azkaban? From what I have heard, they don't even allow you to wash daily in there." Draco visibly shivered. However his answer did not satisfy Hermione, who still had her wand pointed at Draco's chest, and his likewise, was pointed at Peters.
"Why not Malfoy? Like father like son. You two belong together behind bars." Hermione hissed, and watched as Draco's eyes darkened and his grip tightened on his wand causing his knuckles to turn white. It looked as though they were at a standstill. Hermione and Peter could not leave, nor could Draco unless one of them put down there wand. Which, as they all were stubborn, would not likely happen.
It must have been fate that brought Crookshanks, Hermione's beloved ginger cat climbing up the astronomy tower steps and causing Draco to turn around for only a moment, allowing Peter the perfect opportunity to make an exit. Of course his pride refused to allow him to leave without what he had come for. Plus he had little doubt that if he tried Hermione would most likely turn her light stick at him next if he tried. So Peter quick as he was, grabbed her hand and dragged her out the window just as Draco was turning around after seeing, in his opinion the ugliest ginger cat in the world.
Draco let out a curse as he watched them fly away quickly, toward the second star on the right. Pointing his wand at the retreating figures he said quite clearly, "Accio Pixie dust."
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The sensation of flying in the air without any kind of instrument beneath her, such as a broom, was a very odd one indeed for Hermione. Not only that but it struck her mind and body in very different ways. For instance in the educational way, she could prove that the muggle theory on stars being balls of gas was indeed false. For example, according to her theory and her research stars were a species all of there own, not exactly creature; but living, that had different personalities and means to protect them selves. In another example, her body was tingling all over, starting from the spot Peter's hand was intertwined with her own. However, logical as her mind was, she figured that the reason behind this was that Peter must have a magic in him that reacted strangely to others unlike himself. Surely it happened to anyone he came in contact with.
Hermione looked over at him, and noticing his mischievous grin and the way his blue eyes were shining, she pulled back slightly from him. Peter let go of her hand and flew in a quick circle around her before stopping in front of her and pointing to the stars. "Look Hermione, the stars are calling for you to watch them." Hermione looked up just as Peter wanted, absently noticing that the tingling had stopped when he had let go of her hand.
Peter had noticed the heat Hermione's hand in his was sending through him, and unsure of what it was or how to react, he had decided to do what he did best, joke around. Unfortunately he had a horrible addiction to playing crude tricks on the people he brought to Neverland; he didn't know what it was. His mind reminded him that it was one of the few things he never shared with Wendy, but always regretted. She would have had the funniest reaction to his joke. Yet, he didn't want to miss another grand opportunity to pull his joke when it presented itself to him. Delighted that Hermione had looked up, he quickly allowed himself to fall toward the water at an incredible speed. "Hermione!" He called out just before he hit the water.
Hermione started, looking down toward were Peter's voice was calling to her and listening to the splash. Eyes wide in terror she drew out her wand a mumbled a spell, sending a light into the water to search for Peter. In her heavy concentration, and the horror of the moment she did not see the soaking figure that emerged from the water about 25 feet from where he 'feel' in. Peter flew up right behind her, and watched over her shoulder as the light hit the water and spread over the surface and began to light up the under-layers of the water.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Peter asked before bursting into laughter. So surprised was she that as her eyes widened in anger and she turned around to face Peter once again, she dropped her beloved wand. Hermione drew back her hand and the sound of her palm hitting his right cheek resonated off the water and into the air around them disturbing the previously peaceful silence.
Peter reeled back in shock. No one had ever struck him before, and it wasn't something he found to be very pleasurable. In fact he could hardly believe it had actually happened, and he would have forgotten the whole thing had it not been for Hermione's brown eyes staring at him in horror and her hand suddenly covering her lips in a likewise expression, gave evidence that she had indeed struck him. He didn't know how to react. He supposed he should have been angry, but for some reason at Hermione's next words he quite forgot all that anger and only wanted to make her happy once again.
"That was a horrible trick Peter Pan!" Hermione wasn't sure why she was so emotional over a small trick. She just was. What is more, is she didn't know why she had slapped him, as she had only ever struck one other in her entire life, and that of course was Draco Malfoy.
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Draco Malfoy was absolutely and completely livid. Actually livid did not begin to describe how angry he was. In fact if he had anyone or anything for that matter within his arms reach he would strangle it, -tempting as that was to him; he couldn't seem to find that damn ginger cat at the moment,- that was how angry he was. He had the bloody Pixie dust but it was not working. There must be a malfunction or something in it suddenly. After all it wasn't working now, but it was working for Granger. And as everyone knew anything Granger could do he could do. He had sprinkled the dust over himself for a grand total of three times now, but he had yet to even get off the ground, and soon it would be too late. Granger and that damn Pan were god knows were by now. At least Draco had the first direction, and from what he had read in the books in the library, he could guess the rest.
Oh when he caught those bloody two, he would show them a thing or two. Especially Granger, she needed to be put in her place. The stupid witch, didn't she realize how much her words earlier would hurt him? It was preposterous how she thought she could get away with her words. Oh she would pay alright. And that stupid Pan. Just who did he think he was anyway? Draco was far better then him in every way. He had better hair, actual clothes instead of things you would find in a bloody yard, and lastly but certainly not least he was perfect, and Peter Pan was not. A sneer covered Draco's mouth as he flew up into the air.
He was flying! Really flying, the damn Pixie dust wasn't messed up as he had originally thought. It seemed that thinking of how he was better then Peter Pan caused him to be able to fly. Not taking any more time, he sheathed his wand and flew out of the window,-though it was rather clumsy even in comparison to Wendy's younger brother Michael.- and strait toward Neverland.
Draco happened along upon Hermione and Peter just in time to see her turn to slap him. Not knowing what exactly had happened to cause Hermione to loose her temper, as she hadn't done so very often, smirking he paused in his flight to watch, trying to listen in without being caught. Which being a Slytherin he was quite good at sneaking around. He was not able to hear what Hermione said to Peter, but he could tell by the movement of her lips that she did say something. However he did hear the satisfying splash of Hermione's wand. He had no doubt, in fact, that it was her wand as he watched it falling.
It was quite a spectacle watching the way Hermione dived after her wand in a panicked frenzy, and Peter dived after Hermione almost serenely. Much to Draco's disappointment Peter swooped just below Hermione in time to catch her from going into the water. Draco knew Hermione wasn't the best of swimmers but she was passable. He could actually hear her crying out as Peter pulled her back into the air and away from her sinking wand. Draco could have hugged Peter at that moment as he watched her struggle to get back to the water as Peter pulled her along trying to get her to understand something. Finally he seemed to get through to her because she slumped against him allowing him to drag her along, all her happy thoughts temporarily gone.
Again Draco waited until they were out of site before calling Hermione's wand to him from the ocean that was trying to consume it. Smiling in malicious satisfaction that he didn't understand her ran his hands over the smooth surface of her wand. It was amazing how the smooth texture of the wand reminded him so much of the way Hermione's skin looked. Shaking his head he sheathed the wand securely. Now that Granger had a ready weakness he would be able reek his revenge. After all without a wand a witch was defenseless.
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Hermione couldn't believe it. Her wand was actually gone. Without it she was defenseless. Even living with her muggle family during the summer she still had the security of her wand near by. Now her life seemed to be falling apart. If it wasn't for Peter, at the moment, she would be in the water searching for her wand, even if it meant her own death.
Peter's words still rang in her ears. 'Hermione, it's gone!' and 'We will find another for you when we get to Neverland.' Yet, the words that stuck out in Hermione's mind the most were the one's that finally got her to stop struggling to get to the water and her wand. 'It'll be alright, I promise, I'll make it better.' What's more was the look in Peter's eyes was so sincere when he said this that she couldn't help but feel warm and comforted. She had had no doubt what-so-ever that Peter would make it alright. Beyond that however no happy thoughts had come,-it was as if in loosing her wand she had lost a piece of herself,- and so she had to let Peter support her weight for the rest of the way to Neverland.
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To Peter Pan the sight of Neverland had never been more welcome. The weather that had been previously cold suddenly turned warm as if greeting him and he could see the clear crystal blue of the lagoon. He didn't have to worry about pirate ships as he had defeated Captain Hook about 12 years ago and he couldn't wait to introduce Hermione to the lost boys as their new mother. Even as upset as she was at the moment, he was sure she would be vastly cheered as soon as they picked out a new stick for her to wave around, and all would be well.
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Upon a luminous ship decked out in full sails and cleaned to the very brig stood an ominous figure, his crew gathered around him waiting for instruction. The man drew out a sword with his right hand while pulling a man by the collar off the floor as to see his face. He was not pleased that they had not had much success in the surprise revenge against his half- brothers killer. Peter Pan would go down, he would guarantee that. For now however, he would settle for spilling the blood of the measly cabin boy who had the nerve to question his command.
"Let this be a lesson to you all," his clear silky voice rang out over his crew, "if I say I want information on the whereabouts of Peter Pan that is what I will have. If I tell you to jump ship, that is what I expect; my word is law on this ship!" A sadistic smile crossed his face as he thrust his sword into the neck of the cabin boy. Blood slowly seeped out of the wound as the cabin boy fall back to the deck dead, no longer held up by the vengeful captain. A sneer crossed his face as he turned his attention to another of his men. "Robucks harvest his blood, we will need it later. Snot Rag Jack, see to it that no blood is left on my ship is that clear?"
"Aye, Captain Giggles." Both Snot Rag Jack and Robucks answered quickly setting into action, so as not to anger the captain.
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A.N. Thank you for again reading. So far I would like to thank all of my encouraging reviewers. I would also like to answer the question many of you who are reading both versions are asking yourselves, 'What's the difference?' As of yet there are not any differences but in later chapters they will differ, most likely not by a lot, but by enough to change the rating of one over the other. I am happy so many people approve of my choice of stories. Thank you again for your encouragement, it is always welcome. Oh, I almost forgot, I apologize for the shortness of the chapters. I hope to get enough time to make the chapters longer. I settled for a short one for the second time in order to update sooner then I would if I waited to make this chapter longer. So please bear with me; longer chapters will come soon. Most likely in the next chapter, so it will take longer to update but I assure you I will update within 3 to 5 days.