Disclaimer: don't own it, and I never will.
A/N: I luv this idea hahaha. You'll see what happens as the story goes
on. There's not even a hint of what's going to happen yet.

Harry Potter and the Diamond Studded Compass
Chapter 1
Hagrid's Inamorata

The Hogwarts Express clanked over the tracks, periodically wailing loudly out of its large whistle. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley sat in a train car together, Harry and Ron engaged in a game of wizard's chess, and Hermione reading: 'Goblins and Dwarves: a Complete Guide to Petite, Grotesque Creatures' for about the hundredth time.

"Knight G1 to F3," said Ron. His knight slid around the board and stopped at the square between 4, 2, E, and G. Harry thought it over, and decided to jump one of Ron's pawns with one of his own. That didn't help him any, as it put the pawn right in the line of one of Ron's rooks. Hermione looked up from 'Goblins and Dwarves' and looked at the board. Ron chomped on a large Chocoball, moved his rook, smearing chocolate on it, replaced it with Harry's pawn, which he put onto the seat next to him, and looked out the window.

"Aw' we a'most tha'r ye'?" Hermione grimaced at her friend's face.

"You have chocolate...all over your face, Ron," she said. Ron wiped off his face with the back of his hand, which, for some reason, made Harry smile. Hermione sighed and looked out the window as well.

"Should be about a half an hour now," she said, and went back to her book. Harry moved a piece, Ron looked, checkmated, and stood up. Harry frowned as he looked over the board, trying to find his mistake.

"I'm going to go see what everyone else is up to, then," said Ron, having swallowed his chocolate. He went out the door of the cabin, and started down the hall. Harry looked at Ron's pile of sweets and his hand drifted over a small, unmarked bag. Harry had seen these bags before in Ron's possession. They usually meant that Fred and George had given Ron a sample of one of their new sweets from their joke shop. It also meant candy that they haven't sold yet; untested candy.

"What're these?" asked Harry, not really expecting Hermione to know. She looked up at then at the bag.

"I don't know," she said, shrugging. Harry seized the bag and opened it. Inside were about 20 rainbow swirled balls. He took one out and hesitantly inserted it into his mouth. He tried biting it, and found out that it was chewy. He also found out that he could make a sound like a cow. Hermione looked up again, skeptical.

"Are you allright?" she asked. Harry, utterly confused, took the candy out of his mouth, looked at it, and put it back in. He bit down again and the sound of a toilet flushing emitted from his mouth. Hermione laughed.
"Must be something of Fred and George's."

Ron continued on down the hall, looking in everyone's cabins. Out of nowhere, a hand came out and grabbed his shirt. It pulled him into the cabin that it came out of and pushed him into a seat. His sister Ginny closed the door behind her and he found that he was in a cabin full of giggling new fifth year girls. Ron looked around at them blankly. One with bleach blonde hair tugged at his shirt.

"So, Ron...where's Haaaarry?" Ron realized suddenly what this was about and frowned at his sister. She sat down across from him.

"Ginny told us that you're his best friend," said another, also with blonde hair. This girl had hoop earrings and blue eyeshadow on.

"What is this? Harry's fan club?" he asked, trying to straighten himself. There were mixed giggles from the 10 girls in the cabin.

"Where is he?" asked the bleach blonde girl.

"He's a few cabins down with Hermione," he answered modestly. He figured if he gave the girls information, they would let him go faster and he could get back to nosing around the cabins. A few girls looked disappointed.

"Who's Hermione?" a girl with black hair said.

"Just a friend," responded Ron.

"How many cabins down?" asked the girl with hoop earrings.

"Er...maybe 7? I don't - " All of the girls ran out of the cabin and down the hall. " - know." Ron sprang up and went back to his cabin, where he found all of the girls, their faces pressed up against the glass. Harry inside, though Ron couldn't see him, was smiling at all of them. He waved, as one blew a kiss. He acted like he caught it and she began jumping up and down.

"This is so pathetic," he said to Hermione, and briefly waved to one that looked as though she was about to faint right there.

"Well they're the last of them."

"Last of what?"

"Last of people that like you. Everyone's gotten used to you being around now." Harry shrugged. "It's better that way, I think." He looked back at the girls, then at the bag of Ron's candy. He took out another swirled ball and put it in his mouth. When he bit down, the sound of a foghorn came from him. The girls eyed each other quizzically, as Harry sat back, making noises like a car starting, a skid-and-crash noise, an organ, a frog, and a loud roar. Ron pushed his way though the girls and squeezed himself into the cabins. Hermione stood up and went to the door.

"Harry's having a moment. If you would all please go back to your cabins..." Gradually, the girls peeled away, blowing him goodbye kisses. Ginny remained in front of the door and came inside.

"I'm sorry, Harry. They're just - " Harry bit down on the candy without knowing and a siren went off. Ginny glared at Ron.

"You haven't given Harry any of that rubbish that Fred and George made, have you?"

"I didn't do a thing! He must have found them!"

"I'm surprised you even brought them, Ronald."

"What, is Harry too good for them? Would you like to blow him a kiss before you go too?" Ron rolled his eyes back into his head, fluttered his eyelashes, and folded his hands up to his cheek. Ginny frowned and clenched her fists.

"What about Hermione? Want to give her a kiss? You seem to talk about it a lot!"

"What a load of rubbish!"

"Real rubbish! I could say more, but I won't."

"Get!"

"I'm getting!" Ginny stormed out of the cabin and slammed the door. A few seconds later, she came back and opened the door.

"See you at dinner, Harry."

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"ALL FIRS' YEARS OVER HERE! ALL FIRS' YEARS CAN GATHER OVER HERE!" Hagrid waved his lantern about as everyone stepped out of the train. Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked up to him.

"Hey, Hagrid!" exclaimed Hermione, looking straight up at the half-giant. Hagrid looked down and smiled.

"Well, hey yerself, Hermione! Harry, Ron."

"How was your summer?" asked Hermione eagerly.

"Ah, same," he replied, normally. But all of a sudden, his eyes flickered and his smile grew larger. "I have a few things to tell yeh when we get back ter school. Ac'turely," Hagrid bent down and spoke in a soft voice. "Come ter me hut 'round 'leven. Use the inviserbility cloak." He winked, straightened up, and cleared his throat.

"FIRS' YEARS GATHER HERE!" The trio went toward the pumpkin shaped carriages and walked down the line of them, trying to find one that suited them, and one that was empty. Harry stopped to pet a Thestral that was staring at him, while Ron and Hermione exchanged glances.

"Maybe he's gotten into contact with the invisible people, now," whispered Ron. Hermione frowned, smacked him on the back of the head and climbed into a carriage one down from the one that Ron was standing in front of.

"Ow!" Harry joined Ron and the two climbed after Hermione.

"So, Ron...what were those things that you had in the cabin?" asked Harry after a long silence. Ron smiled and began to speak, when a second year girl walked up to the carriage and said timidly, "Can I ride with you lot?"

"Shore," said Ron. The girl climbed in and sat next to Ron in the empty space next to him.

"So...what are they called?" asked Harry.

"The candy. Right. Well, they're called Noisy Num-Nums for now, until Fred and George think of a more decent name. I don't know if Noisy Num-Nums is going to make many people want to buy them." Harry laughed and Hermione merely smiled. The little girl next to Ron seemed to be reading a novel. Hermione, being a bookworm, snuck a peek at the cover and gasped.

"'Goblins and Dwarves: A Complete Guide to Petite, Grotesque Creatures'? I'm reading that too!"

"You're joking!" exclaimed the girl, lowering her book.

"Not at all!"

"How far are you?"

"I'm on Chapter 37, you?"

"Chapter 20. I've only started two days ago."

"Really! I'm Hermione, what's your name?"

"Danyel," said the girl, "Nice meeting you, Hermione!"

"Same with you. So, what do you like reading best?"

"Analogy of things...Science Fiction...Textbooks...Biographies. You?"

"History, mostly. Romance at times. I do love Biographies too." Ron
looked at Harry.

"What about you, Harry? Do you like Romance novels?" he asked, girlishly.

"Oh, yes. They're simply the best there is."

"Of course," said Ron. They both giggled sarcastically, and Hermione glared at them.

"Harry, stop being pompous. It's not like you."

"Someone have a crush?" asked Ron, smirking.

"No!"

"Of course not," he said, looking at Harry. Danyel looked at Harry and her eyes went straight to his scar.

"You're Harry Potter!" she exclaimed, then blushed. If he could, Harry would have clenched his fists and punched her in the face. He preferred anonymity, really, but there was no way to avoid the fact that it hadn't been that way for the last 5 years, and it never would be.

"Yes," he said merely, trying not to show that he would have really liked to say that she must have the wrong person. He also thought about saying that he was a crazed fan, but that would be wrong. It also got him thinking that maybe that there were people out there that were like that. "They need to go to St. Mungo's," he thought.

"I've heard all about you!" she said. "Who hasn't?" he thought, but smiled, which only made her face a deeper scarlet. The carriage lurched and the four felt themselves moving.

"I guess we're off, then!" exclaimed Ron, looking out the single window.

"Oh, this is so exciting. Hogwarts was great last year. I can't wait to do it again this year."

"Yes, all over again," said Ron, putting his elbow on the windowsill and his head in his hand.

"So..you two aren't together?" asked Danyel, picking a fuzz off of her robes.

"Merlin, no," said Hermione. "I wouldn't go out with him if I was threatened to a life sentence in Azkaban."

"That sure is nice to know, eh, Harry?" said Ron, rolling his eyes. Harry smiled. He had missed Ron and Hermione's constant bickering over the summer, and for some reason that was beyond him, he was glad to be back to it. Danyel giggled, because she had picked out what was up. She had figured out, as did Harry a while ago, that the two liked each other. It was getting increasingly easy to tell.

"So, what are all of your backgrounds?" asked Danyel.

"Muggle born," said Hermione, "It's nothing to be proud of. And Harry's Half-Blood...but of course, you know that. And Ron...well, I don't know about Ron." He in turn frowned.

"Pure Blood," said Ron, "And I'm not proud of it either."

"You never told me that you were Pure Blood!" exclaimed Hermione. Ron stared at her for a while as if she was mad, then spoke. "I'm pretty sure I have," he said, "My parents are both Pure, although most Pure Blood families don't approve of us. My dad, he works in the Muggle Artifacts Office at the Ministry of Magic. He's fascinated with Muggles, always has been. He thinks the world of them. He wrote the Muggle Protection Act, you know."

"Your dad wrote the Muggle Protection Act?" said Danyel in awe.

"Every last word of it," said Ron sighing.

"Well, I think he's right...Muggles shouldn't be messed with even if they are different from us. I know some real nice Muggles.

And, with Hermione being Muggle born...well...we wouldn't want anything to happen to her parents." Hermione smiled a little.

"I'm Half Blood, myself. My mother's a Muggle. My dad went to Hogwarts. He was in Gryffindor. He was very proud of me that I got in the same house he was in when he was sorted."

"You're a Gryffindor? I've never seen you around," said Hermione.

"Well, we never talk to the first years much. Beat them up whenever we get the chance."

"Oh, stop it, Ron. You've never beaten up a first year in your life."

"That's not true!" exclaimed Ron, offended, "When some kid ran off with my chocolate frog at Hogsmeade, I chased him through the village and pounded him good."

"Sure you did."

"I did so! Harry, don't you remember?" Ron was telling the truth after all. But, he exaggerated a bit. He had only punched the kid in the face and snatched back his precious candy.

"Yeah," said Harry. Ron nodded.

"See?"

"When was this?" asked Hermione.

"Third Year," said Ron. Hermione rolled her eyes and continued talking
with Danyel. And, she did...for the rest of the trip.

After a while, the carriage stopped, and Harry looked out the window.

"We're here," he heard Hermione say. The door magically opened, and Danyel sprung out. Hermione stepped over Harry's legs and sprung out after her, and they both walked together towards the castle.

"What's up her arse?"

"Come on, Ron," said Harry. He stepped out and waited for his friend. They both walked to the shore of the lake and waited for Hagrid and the rest of the boats to pull in.

"There we go," said Hagrid, getting out and helping a little strawberry-blonde girl out of his boat.

"'ey, Harry, Ron. Where's Hermione?"

"She took off," said Ron, looking angrily in her direction.

"Eh?" observed Hagrid, following his gaze. Ron shook his head. "Come on," he said. The three of them began heading up to the enormous castle, Harry and Ron taking about 5 steps for a single one of Hagrid's.

"So, what did you want to tell us so bad?" asked Ron, reading the smile on Hagrid's face.

"I told yeh, I'm not tellin' yeh n'til t'nite! You, Harry, an' Hermione come down ter me cabin t'nite and I'll tell yehs then."

"Aw, come on, Hagrid. It can't be that much of a secret," prodded Ron. Hagrid glared down at him, and looked behind him to make sure that all of the first years were following. And, indeed they were. When they reached the castle, everyone waited at the foot of the stairs, and Hagrid went and knocked on the door with a massive fist. The door slowly swung open to let the students in. They all flooded in, laughing and talking excitedly. Harry and Ron walked in with Hagrid, and looked up at the ceiling.

"I see McGonagall's taken care of Peeves this year," said Ron, chuckling, "Remember fourth year?" Harry laughed.

"Yeah," he said, remembering all too well what had happened. Peeves had dropped water balloons on the first years as soon as they had walked in the door. McGonagall was absolutely furious at him. Once the group got to the Great Hall, McGonagall, who was standing in front of the door to it, smiled.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, first years. And the rest of you, welcome back. Let's make this a great year, allright? Allright." She knocked on the door with the back of her hand and they parted, revealing the Hall. The first years oohed, ahhed, and pointed at the ceiling overhead, as its tiny brightly lit stars were twinkling against its enchanted black sky. Harry and Ron bid farewell to Hagrid and went to the Gryffindor table, where they found Hermione sitting next to Danyel. Harry sat next to Hermione, and Ron sat next to Harry. She was busily jabbering with Danyel and Danyel was busily jabbering right back.

"They sound like some kind of deranged monkeys," said Ron. Harry laughed and listened to Dumbledore's Beginning-Of-Year speech. After the speech took place, first years were sorted, and the feast was devoured, the students were free to go to their dormitories. Hermione had again taken off with Danyel and was headed up the stairs of Gryffindor Tower. Harry and Ron stood up from the table and began walking towards the tower themselves.

"Think she'll want to come to Hagrid's tonight?" asked Ron smugly.

"I hope she does," said Harry, "He really wants us there tonight."

"She'll probably bring Danyel," said Ron, just as smugly.

"She'd never do that and you know it." Harry had only seen Ron this angry at Hermione before, and that was fourth year. That year, the Triwizard Tournament was held at Hogwarts, a Tournament in which 3 schools participated in. One champion was selected out of each school and was to compete in three tasks; each task harder than the next. Along with the Triwizard Tournament came the Yule Ball, a dance that took place at the hosting school. Each student could invite a date if they wanted to, but champions were required. Harry was a champion, and had asked Parvati Patil, since his crush, Cho Chang, had already been asked out by Cedric Diggory, another champion from Hogwarts. Harry had only been selected because his name had come out of the Goblet of Fire, a large cup that held the names of the students who put their names in it, hoping to get into the tournament. The Goblet determined who would be in the Tournament by spitting its choices' names out. Ron had been mad, because he had found out that Hermione had already been asked to the Ball by Viktor Krum, Durmstrang's school champion. Ron was infuriated, and didn't say much to Hermione during the Ball. He eventually got over it when all of the champions left the school. He was completely over it and had stopped talking about it about halfway through the summer. Although, at the mention of Krum's name, Ron always would bring up the Yule Ball. He shook his head.

"You're right. Come on...we have a half hour. By the time we get up to the Common Room, fetch Hermione, and get back down to Hagrid's, it'll be eleven." When the two friends reached the Portriat Hole, they both realized that they hadn't gotten the password. Ron's sister, Ginny made her way up the stairs and met them there.

"Hey, Ginny, do you have the password?" asked Ron. Ginny frowned and whispered something to Harry.

"Ginny says you're a pompous rat. And that you don't shave your legs." he laughed, although Ron didn't. His face turned beet red and he clenched his fists.

"And that the password is Pickled Gnome," he added. The Fat Lady's portrait in turn swung open, and Ginny brushed past Ron and climbed through.

"So do you really not shave your legs, Ron?"

"Shove off, Harry, I do too." Ron followed Ginny, and Harry followed Ron.

"Ginny, can you bring Hermione down here please?" asked Harry. Ginny nodded and headed up to the Girls' Dormitories.

"Sure, she listens to you," said Ron, crossing his arms.

"She's not mad at me," said Harry, "And Ron, please. You're so acrimonious tonight."

"Sorry," said Ron as Hermione came down the stairs with Danyel.

"You wanted to see me?" she said.

"Yeah," said Harry, "Hagrid wants to see us."

"Right now?"

"Yeah he asked us at Hogsmeade Station, but you were too busy running around wi -"

"Ron," said Harry, "He said to bring the cloak," he said looking back at Hermione.

"Allright. Danyel, I'll see you later tonight. Allright?"

"Okay," she responded, then headed back up to the dormitories.

"Did he say what it was he wanted to talk about?"

"No, but he sounded excited," said Harry, "Come on."

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The three walked across the wet grass outside, crunched beneath Harry's Invisibility Cloak, moving in the direction towards Hagrid's Hut.

"Ron! You stepped on my foot! Ouch, you did it again!"

"Quiet, Hermione," said Harry, "We're almost here. If Filch is on the grounds, Merlin knows what could happen to us."

"We'll probably have another detention in the Forbidden Forest," said Ron, "Looking for a bloody unicorn body."

"You still haven't gotten over that, have you Ron?" asked Harry.

"No! Harry would have been killed if it weren't for Firenze!"

"Hm...let's see. Harry would have been killed if it weren't for his mother, Harry would have been killed if it weren't for Snape, Harry would have been killed if it weren't for me howling like a lunatic in the woods - "

"That's enough, Hermione." said Harry. He pulled the Invisibility Cloak off of them, they were at Hagrid's front door. Hermione knocked on it and the large half-giant opened the door and smiled.

"Come in, quickly," he said, pulling them into his hut. It was warmer in there. Hagrid had the fire going, as he normally did. He also had a large kettle in it. It was popping and swinging around on a hook. It didn't sound like water was boiling in there. He soon noticed their expressions and explained.

"I'm makin' Florp."

"What's Florp, Hagrid?" asked Hermione, sitting at the table.

"It's me own recipe," he said happily. "I reckon it's almost done now." He went over to the swinging kettle. He then grabbed two large oven mitts from some hooks that had been pounded into the wall, and lifted the kettle off of he hook. He moved very quickly to the table whispering, "Ooh! hot, hot hot..ooh, hot. hot, hot." When he got it there, he removed the oven mitts from his gigantic hands and set them on the table next to the kettle. Harry and Ron crowded around on either side of Hagrid, and Hermione craned her neck to see. The kettle was rocking around on the little pegs supporting it, and was slowing down by the second. Hagrid lifted off the top of the kettle, and a hoard of steam erupted from the opening in the top. He fanned it away with his hand, and it slowly cleared. It was still steaming, but it was easier to see what was inside.

"Hagrid...are you cooking...mud?" asked Hermione, wrinkling her nose. Not only did it look horrid, but it smelled equally horrid too. Hagrid chuckled, not the least bit offended.

"'O course not! Now, why would I do that?"

"Well...you have been known to..." Hermione's voice trailed off, as Hagrid cut in, probably non-intentional.

"Anyone want ter try some?" The three all responded at once.

"Oh! No, the feast filled me up...I couldn't eat another thing!" Harry had said.

"No, that's okay, Hagrid. We just ate a load. You enjoy it, I'm sure it's very tasty!" Hermione had said.

"What? Try some? Are you mad? I mean...no that's okay, Hagrid. The less we eat, the more you have," Ron had said.

"Allright, then...I'll have some," he said. His eyes suddenly seemed to burst with light. "While I tell yeh th' news!"

"That's right, Hagrid! What's the big ne - OHH!" Ron covered his nose and mouth as Hagrid plunged a ladle into the kettle, and withdrew it. He put some of the glop into a stone bowl, and sat down in a large chair near the table. He took a wooden spoon from the table and dug it into the bowl. He lifted it up to his mouth and ate some of the brown glop. Hermione watched in horror, and Ron wide-eyed (that was all you could see of his face...his nose and mouth was still covered with his
hand). Harry turned his head, squeezed his eyes closed, and coughed.

"I've got meself an inamorata," he said finally, after a few spoonfuls of Florp.

"An inamor-whatta?" said Ron, taking his hand away from his face. The stench coming from the stone bowl and kettle on the table was dying down, and it was easier to breathe. "What the bloody hell is that?" Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Oh, Ron. An inamorata is another word for an...an infatuation." Ron stared at her blankly. Hermione frowned.

"A girlfriend," she said thickly.

"You've got a girlfriend?" said Ron, his eyes growing wide again.

"Who is it? It's not Madame Maxime, is it?" said Harry.

"Nope, not her. If yeh ask me, she's a disgrace ter - ...anyway. Her name's Melinda. She's half giant as well, her parents both been killed."

"Oh, that's awful!" exclaimed Hermione.

"Going to start a Giant Protection organization too, Hermione? It can be called...B.I.L.E.," said Ron. Hermione frowned.

"I wish you would stop making fun of S.P.E.W. It's a perfectly good organization."

"Right...perfectly good for ruining House Elves' lives."

"Where'd you meet her, Hagrid?" asked Harry, ignoring the quabbling going on across the table. He'd missed it, but not enough to say that he enjoyed it. Ron sat in a chair, as did Harry.

"At a pub. She was just sit'n there drinkin' sumthin', and I ap'roached 'er and sat down next ter her and sawred that she was cryin'. When I asked 'er, she said that she just got th' news of her parents. I consoled 'er a bit, and we got ter talkin. She shares me point of view on folks wit' Giant blood. She thinks they should be more...er...well...more open wit' it. A' least with people they know well enough ter trust. It's no great shake havin' Giant blood in yer fam'ly, but as long as there's nuthin' wrong wit' yeh, it's fine ter tell people 'bout it. It's alwuh's nice ter have sum'un to talk ter about it.

"So, she tells me 'bout 'er fam'ly, and 'er parents and I tell 'er 'bout my fam'ly, and my parents and then I ask 'er out. After all, how often do yeh meet someone like yeh when yer like...well, when yer like me? Tha's why I wers so excited when I met that Beauxbatons 'edmiss'tress. Bu' she terned ou' ter be a rotten son of a...anyway. So, she thinks it over a li'l, and then she smiles, just a li'l bi', and she says yes!"

"That's great, Hagrid!" exclaimed Hermione, "When are you taking her out?"

"I 'ave no idear," he said, "I on'y me' 'er two weeks ago. We've been writin' le'ers back an' fort'. I sen' 'er a few poems I wrote abou' 'er. I kep' some copies, would yeh like me ter read a few ter yeh?"

"Er...sure, Hagrid," said Harry, looking at his watch. It was almost 11:30 now. Hagrid set his bowl on the table in front of him, stood up, went into his bedroom, and returned with a small pile of parchment. He thumbed through them and picked one out. Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged glances, and then looked back at Hagrid, who set the rest of the pieces of parchment paper down on the table, and began.

"I'll read yeh th' one I wro' abou' 'er eyes." He cleared his throat and looked at the paper. "Oh, Melinda. My dear Melinda. My sweet Melinda. My darlin' Melinda. My lovely Melinda. My beautiful Melinda. My -"

"Allright, that's enough of that," said Ron. Hagrid skipped the beginning and continued.

"Yer eyes...yer dear eyes. Yer sweet eyes. Yer darlin' eyes. Yer lovely eyes. Yer beautiful eyes. They sparkle, dear Melinda. They sparkle wit' ev'ry smile yeh reveal. Wit' ev'ry mov'ment yeh make, wit' ev'ry breath yeh take. I jus' want ter hold yeh in me arms, me darlin'. Ter tell yeh how I feel, ter tell yeh what I wan' life ter be like. Ter share wit' yeh how it feels bein' lonely. I'll take tha' loneliness away, Melinda. To erase it from yeh. I'll make yeh ferget."

A/N: Thanks to Danielle, Courto's sister, for the Noisy Num-Nums name. I had no idea what to call them and I needed a name for them for this chapter. Ha. Also, thanks for Danyel F. for letting me use her name. Well...I didn't ask her, but I liked the spelling of it. lol. Florp comes from the word 'glop.' I was going to call it 'glorp' but it sounded too much like 'glop.' Thus, Florp was born. This ending was so sad. weep. (wow this A/N was random...)