Change of Heart

by Lplus

During the late summer of 1996 and the first term of his sixth year, Harry Potter wrestles with the machinations of his enemies, the growth of his powers and the consequences of a Change of Heart HT then HG also RHr COMPLETE at last.

3. Gifts and Powers

Ch 3:- Gifts and Powers

Darkness.

A creak.

Harry struggled to wake up. What was going on? He could just see someone outlined in the doorway, silhouetted against the feeble light on the landing. Without his glasses he couldn't make out any detail.

The door closed. Were they inside or outside the room?

'Who's there?' he whispered

A quiet giggle

'Dora??'

A whisper. 'Who else! Shhsh'

Harry could just hear footsteps pad across the floor to his bed and then the faint sound of cloth over skin.

Another whisper 'Budge over a bit'

Harry's heart was suddenly hammering in his chest, but he moved over, as a warm body slipped into the bed beside him. Harry could hardly breathe. His hands encountered soft warm skin as her arms went round him, and her voice whispered in his ear,

'Happy Birthday, Harry'

- o -

Harry jerked awake.

'Wha'? Eh? Who?'

'I said, Happy Birthday, Harry!'

Harry felt around on the bedside table and found his glasses. Tonks was standing at the open door, fully dressed.

'Dora?' What – er – um - what's the time?'

'Time you got up! The Weasleys will be here soon. They're getting here early, so Arthur can go on to work.' Tonks paused. 'You must have been having a heck of a dream then. You were tossing and turning like crazy'

Harry gathered his tattered wits about him. 'Yeah! A dream –just a dream!- or something! Weird. - Really – really - weird.'

'Voldemort?!'

'No! – no – nothing like that.'

It was still almost dark in the room, though Harry could see that daylight was trying to force its way through the years of grime on the outside of the windows and the inside of the curtains. Tonks was still standing by the door.

'Well, get over it, hmm? You need to be downstairs in a quarter of an hour, and better wash first, there won't be time after breakfast'

Harry muttered something inaudible.

'Oh, and Harry, better shave today!' She was gone.

Harry sat up in bed and swore quietly to himself for some while. This was getting ridiculous. If it wasn't Voldemort messing with his head, it was his head messing with his head. He liked Tonks, and she was really attractive, no doubt about it, but would he really?

No. Harry had to admit it, he wouldn't! If nothing else, he simply didn't have the nerve!

'For Merlin's sake, get a grip on yourself, Potter!' he muttered out loud, then hauled himself out of bed and trudged off to the bathroom for a shave.

- o -

A quarter of an hour later Harry was quietly descending the stairs, trying not to disturb the painting in the hallway. The stairs down to the kitchen were gloomy, so he made his way carefully along the passage to the kitchen door, muttering about getting electric light fitted as soon as humanly possible! He pushed the door open, to find the kitchen in darkness.

Wondering where on earth Dora had got to, Harry stepped into the kitchen and stopped with a stunned exclamation, as a tiny golden fountain began to sparkle in the middle of the kitchen table. He'd had got as far as 'What the f—' when the kitchen lights blazed up and a crowd of people shouted:- 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!'

Harry clutched theatrically at his chest, staggering back and pushing the kitchen door shut which fortunately muffled the sound of the sudden screams from the painting in the hall. He straightened up and looked around in amazement.

The kitchen was packed with people – Madeye Moody, Remus Lupin, a cerise haired Tonks in a bright yellow tee shirt, Hermione and Ron, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George in matching maroon jackets with Ginny between them, Bill! and most astoundingly of all, Fleur Delacour!

Hermione was the first to reach Harry. A cloud of bushy hair obscured his view of the others as she gave him a tremendous hug.

'Harry! It's so good to see you! I can't believe you own a house! Did Professor Dumbledore really ride Buckbeak? You've got to tell us all about it!' she said in a rush.

Hermione! It's great to see you too! And I promise to tell you all about it! but can I breath please?' Harry asked, in a rapidly weakening voice.

Hermione let him go and stepped back smiling, then Tonks gave Harry a quick hug and made way for Mrs. Weasley who grabbed Harry in a death grip and started going on about how wonderful it was to see him and how was he and what had those dreadful Dursleys done to him and how grateful she was that he had given Fred and George his Triwizard winnings - and on - and on. Over her shoulder, Harry could see Fred and George opening bottles of butterbeer and handing them round, and a huge cake on the table, beside which the tiny fountain was still sparkling. Ginny was standing on the other side of the table laughing at him.

Harry raised his eyes to the roof in mock resignation, whereupon Ginny marched round the table, prodded her mother in the back and said 'Put him down, Mother. There's people waiting here, you know!'

Mrs. Weasley let Harry go and turned to her daughter. 'Ginny!' she exclaimed indignantly, but Ginny brushed past her mother and gave Harry a fierce hug, then stretched up slightly to give him a surprisingly slow and gentle kiss on the cheek. She stepped back and stood smiling for a few seconds, before turning her head slightly and pointing at her cheek.

Feeling really mean for having to be prompted, Harry gave Ginny a smile, then a gentle kiss on the cheek and finally a quick hug, before turning to Fleur Delacour, who had left Bill's side to stand patiently beside Ginny.

Harry was expecting an effusive gallic greeting, but Fleur just gave him a quick hug during which he glanced behind her and caught sight of a little tableaux. Ron was looking at Fleur with undisguised admiration, Hermione was giving Ron a look of amused resignation and Ginny had a little smile on her face which Harry would have called wistful, if he could think of anything Ginny had to be wistful about.

'Harry, It is so good to see you!' Fleur gushed. 'I have not seen you since more than a year! Gabrielle always ask me about her 'ero, Harry Pottaire. When Bill told me he was coming to meet you, I insisted that he bring me also.'

Harry smiled. 'Thank you Fleur, it's great to see you too. Please give my best wishes to Gabrielle when you next see her.' He paused. 'Do you still work in Gringotts bank? Your English has really improved!'

'But yes! I still work there, with Bill. He has been giving me English lessons'

'Well, I hope he keeps it up' said Harry.

Fleur paused for a second. 'What is this keeps it up, Harry?'

Harry was suddenly aware that Fred had choked on his butterbeer and sprayed it all down George's front. George was wiping his lizardskin jacket and looking at Fred with a mixture of annoyance and amazement. Fleur was looking at Fred in astonishment.

Desperately Harry tried to make himself clear. 'Keeps up with the English lessons, Fleur, it's just an English phrase!'

'Ah, I see. - Keeps it up. - Yes, I must make sure Bill keeps it up - I will tell him!' She smiled at him and returned to Bill, leaving Harry with his mouth open. He could have sworn that Fleur had winked at him, as she turned away!

Fred was now gasping for breath. Hermione was talking to Ginny, but Ron and George, who had heard the last part, were now desperately trying not to burst out laughing. All three of them watched as Fleur spoke to Bill, then turned away almost crying, as Bill suddenly choked on his drink and had to be pounded on the back by Fleur and Arthur Weasley.

Meanwhile, Tonks, Lupin and Mrs. Weasley had not been idle. The tiny fountain had been extinguished and removed to the sideboard, and plates got ready for some serious cake eating.

Harry was called over so he duly admired the cake, which featured a brilliant icing scene of a quidditch game between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw including hoops, miniscule flying players and a tiny scoreboard, before the whole thing was demolished and shared out between them.

Cake and Butterbeer for breakfast! Decadent, or what? he thought as he munched his cake.

Snatches of conversation reached him:

'No, you can't have another butterbeer Arthur! You've got to go on to work soon'

'You should have seen him, five cloaks and a woolly hat! ...'

'Four hundred thousand, if it was a galleon ...'

'Cockroach clusters, latest thing...'

'Trust you to get a birthday party at breakfast time!'

Ron and Hermione stood beside Harry, smiling. Harry had only had time to say a brief hello to them, and now felt rather guilty.

'Thanks, Ron. I'm really sorry I couldn't talk earlier, it was a bit overwhelming, to be honest. You must have been travelling for ages to get here this early!'

'It's OK Harry. No problem, eh? It was Mum and Ginny's idea, really. They made the cake; well, Mum made the cake and Ginny did the charms for the icing. She's brilliant at that sort of thing.'

Ron looked at Harry for a second or so, but getting no response, he continued.

'We got here on the Knight Bus, arrived just before dawn, actually. Hermione had to put a cushioning charm on the cake to stop it getting damaged.' He suddenly changed subject.

'Did you, - er – get your results then?'

Harry nodded.

'Bad?'

'Could have been worse. Not good enough for auror though.'

'What about DADA?' protested Hermione. 'You should have done well in that!

'Yeah, got an O in that, guess that's something. You two?'

Ron looked disgruntled. 'Not too bad, I suppose. Didn't' get a Troll at least. Got a few Es, which is something. Hermione got Os and Es, even astronomy!'

'Nice one Hermione!'

Hermione shook her head 'No it wasn't! I knew astronomy would be bad, with that hateful woman attacking Hagrid during the practical, but I should have done better in runes. I bet it was that mistranslation of iehwaz!/i I told you it would be important Ron, but you just wouldn't believe me!'

Ron rolled his eyes in mock exasperation, Harry smiled, despite the warning signs on Hermione's face.

'You two!' she snarled, 'you just can't take it seriously can you?' She turned abruptly and stalked off.

Ron looked at Harry, and sighed. 'One minute she's sweet as anything,' he murmured. 'the next she's a dragon. Dear Hermione'

Harry laughed 'Since when has she been Dear Hermione, then mate?'

Ron looked suddenly uncomfortable 'Oh - well - you know, just a figure of speech - like...' He was granted a reprieve though, as Harry heard his name amidst a gale of laughter and looked up.

Tonks and Lupin had started describing the visit from the two lawyers, with most of the laughter due to their description of Harry's shocked face. Tonks actually changed into a shocked looking Harry for a few seconds and even Harry himself had to laugh; Ginny was almost in hysterics. Moody stood by, occasionally sipping from his hip flask, with a hint of a grin creeping over his scarred face. Tonks had got to the firewhisky part. This time it was Fred and George who were crying with laughter.

Harry was beginning to feel a bit put out by now, but Lupin had taken up the tale with a description of Professor Dumbledore ready to fly Buckbeak. Tonks chipped in with a quick impersonation, which had the whole lot of them falling about -

- until someone loudly exclaimed that Sirius would have loved that tale!

The laughter stopped, various people coughed nervously, and all of them looked fearfully at Harry.

Harry's head was suddenly a mass of conflicting emotions. First had been sadness, quickly followed by a terrible guilt that he had been enjoying himself. Anger had built more slowly, firstly at whoever had spoken up, then at himself, then at fate. Then the anger began to fade as a question slowly formed in his mind; surely Sirius wouldn't have wanted them to mourn him for ever?

Finally, resignation overwhelmed the other feelings. Harry was all too aware that this would keep happening until he himself stopped it, and he had no idea how. He looked at the others.

It was obvious who had spoken, poor Tonks had her face in her hands and seemed to be crying. She'd even shed her bright and cheerful disguise and returned to her blonde trueself. Remus Lupin had an arm around her and was trying to comfort her. Harry felt a pang of jealousy at the ease with which Lupin could relate to Tonks, then immediately felt deeply ashamed of himself. What iwas/i the matter with him?!

'Harry - 'began Mrs. Weasley.

Harry held up his hand and, thankfully, Mrs. Weasley subsided into silence. For a few seconds more he watched Tonks before reaching a decision. He couldn't let her cry. This had to be stopped now, he just hoped he could do it without choking up himself. He moved round the table to stand in front of Tonks.

'I - I'm s-sorry, H-Harry' she sobbed 'I just c-couldn't help it. I told y-you, I always s-spoil it!

'Dora! Please don't cry, Please!' You haven't spoilt it, honestly. - Thing is, - you're right! Sirius would have loved that story.'

Harry heard a female voice quietly say 'yeah' behind him. He lifted Tonks' chin slightly so he could look into her tear filled eyes.

'Really! He would have laughed himself sick at your impressions - and he'd have been thoroughly annoyed with us all for standing around like a bunch of lemons, just because someone said his name!

Tonks slowly stopped crying! Yes! thought Harry.

Lupin offered her a tissue. No hint of jealousy this time. Yes! Again!

Harry turned to the rest of them. He realised he knew how to begin.

'Sirius was a good man. He was a friend to you all, and almost a f-father to me - for a while'

Harry stopped for a moment and swallowed.

'He gave me everything he could, - and I just don't believe he'd expect me, or all of you, to mourn him for the rest of our lives!'

Inspiration failed him, and he stood silent before them, wondering what else to say. It was Lupin who broke the silence.

'Harry's right. Sirius would just want us to remember him, and we can only do that if we can include his memory and his name in our lives.' Lupin picked up his bottle of butterbeer and raised it.

'Sirius' he said.

There was a clinking of bottles and a succession of murmurs,

'Sirius'

'Sirius'

'Sirius'

Lastly Harry. 'Sirius. Until we meet again.'

- o -

Five minutes later, Tonks still looked a bit tearful and neither Mrs Weasley nor Hermione looked much better, Ginny was very bright eyed and even Fleur was looking a bit emotional. Fred and George were trying smiles out, to see if they felt comfortable yet. Mr. Weasley and Bill were talking thoughtfully, and Ron simply looked gobsmacked.

Only Remus Lupin was smiling properly, standing with his arm round Tonks.

A tiny twinge of jealousy was swiftly crushed.

'Thanks Harry' said Lupin quietly. Voices were gaining volume in the background, more cheerful voices, talking of getting to work, getting to business.

'Thank You, Remus' Harry murmured. 'Thank you too, Dora. See, you didn't spoil anything. It needed to be said.' He smiled at her. She put her hands either side of his face and kissed him gently on the lips. A whistle from the other side of the room sounded suspiciously like Fred.

Harry started to go red.

'Thanks to you, I didn't' she agreed, and smiled at last.

- o -

Bill and Fleur left almost immediately after, beginning to panic about getting to Gringotts in time. Arthur Weasley left soon after Bill and Fleur, with a much more cheerful Tonks in tow, heading for the Ministry.

'Well done Harry,' Mr Weasley had complemented him. See you later.'

Tonks said goodbye to them all, since she wouldn't be back that night. In her relief at not having upset Harry, she had been almost manic.

'I've got a little bed sit, just off Diagon Alley. Give me a chance to clear it up and you can all come over to visit next weekend, if you can persuade Hopalong and Fang to escort you.' She shot out of the room and hid behind Mr Weasley whilst Moody roared and Lupin pretended to throw a bottle of butterbeer at her. The girls went upstairs to see them off.

Harry could hear the painting in the hall screaming insults again. "Filth, mudbloods, traitors, halfbreeds..."

It was really beginning to get on his nerves.

Fred and George were the last to leave.

'Nice one Harry.' said Fred 'See if you can persuade Hop-' Moody glared at Fred 'Professor Moody to escort you over to the shop. We've got some very interesting new lines. You'll be amazed'

'Yeah, see if you can make it eh?' added George, making a move to pick up the unopened butterbeer bottles.

'George Weasley!'

'Yes Mum?'

'Leave them!' growled Mrs. Weasley.

'Yes Mum,' sighed George. He and Fred trooped upstairs and out of the house, accompanied by another burst of invective from Mrs. Black.

Eventually a sort of calm was restored. Mrs. Weasley informed them all, in no uncertain terms, that cake and butterbeer did not a breakfast make, then began preparing a more substantial breakfast from supplies she had brought from The Burrow.

'I just knew there would only be bread and baked beans in the cupboards!' she muttered 'and didn't they ever wash up? This mould has developed intelligence, it's been here so long! It's pushing back at the knife!' Various spells were soon at work, washing, cleaning, tidying and polishing.

'An artist at work,' enthused Lupin 'doesn't it make your heart glad to see it Alastor?

Moody grunted 'Yeah, makes my stomach gladder still. Harry, we need to discuss rotas for me and Remus to be around during the day. How about the study, if that's alright with you?'

'Fine Professor.' Harry looked at the others sitting round the kitchen table. Ginny was almost asleep. Ron was looking a bit glassy eyed and Hermione was yawning.

'You staying here?' nods and yawns. 'OK give me a yell when breakfast is ready.' More nods. Harry got up and followed Lupin and Moody up the stairs quietly.

- o -

'Right, that's sorted, Harry. We'll do alternate days until Professor Dumbledore gets back. We'll use my house as a base, unless there's a meeting of the Order. Anything else Remus?

'Any one who reports in at odd times can tell Molly, Alastor.'

'Yeah. Right. She knows what's going on.'

'And I don't, hmm?' interjected Harry, suddenly angry. 'Is it going to be the same old "mustn't tell Harry in case he wets himself" then? Just like last year? When I made a mistake because of not knowing something - which got Sirius killed?!!'

Moody and Lupin were suddenly staring at him in consternation. 'It's too dang-'

'To hell with the danger! Aren't you listening, Professor? I made the mistake. I admit it, but I wouldn't have made such a stupid decision if I'd known the whole truth!! My ignorance killed Sirius, and nearly killed all the others!! I'll face death a thousand times rather than face Mrs. Weasley over the body of one of her children!!'

Harry stopped, appalled at having shouted at such experienced wizards. Professor Moody was looking thoughtful though, not angry, and Remus was looking down at the desk, almost as if in shame.

The seconds ticked by, had he finally got through to them??

Before anyone spoke though, the door opened to reveal a distressed looking Hermione and a fresh burst of abuse from the painting.

"Mudblood filth, lower being, mudblood animal, mud—"

Hermione shut the door and leaned back on it, wearily. 'Molly says breakfast is r-ready.' she quavered, then her face crumpled and she began to cry.

All three of them started forward, but it was Harry who reached her first.

'Hermione! What's wrong?' He put his arms round her and she began to sob on his shoulder.

'S-sorry Harry. I'm just a bit tired, and its all getting to me!'

'Is it the painting, kid?' murmured Moody gruffly. Hermione nodded. Harry held her for a while, until the sobbing had slowed.

'Alright Remus, got any ideas?' growled Moody.

'Not at the moment, no! Its a Black Family portrait and it's in one of their houses so -'

'No it isn't' hissed Harry 'It's my bloody house now. I'll deal with the miserable hag!! Look after Hermione!' He eased Hermione into Lupin's arms and marched out of the room.

"Halfbreed scum, filth traitors, animals-"

Mrs. Black was still in full swing as Harry marched down the stairs and through the kitchen door, face like thunder.

'Ah Harry, breakfast, how do yo-' Mrs. Weasley tailed off into silence as Harry pulled the sharpest knife he could find off the rack and stormed back out of the kitchen and up the stairs, more angry by the second.

Moody and Lupin were peering out of the study door, but Harry didn't care now. He could also hear footsteps behind him as the three Weasleys hurried after him. No matter, only one thing mattered to Harry now, silencing the hag!

"Blood traitor, filth, Halfbreed-"

Harry reached the picture, tore back the curtain, stabbed the knife into the top right hand corner of the portrait and slowly dragged it diagonally across the painting.

The point had sliced a handspan through the canvas before the screaming stopped.

After several seconds a quiet voice began. "How dare you violate my picture. you filthy tra-"

The knife-point had moved another fingerwidth.

Harry and the painting of Mrs. Black stared at one another, eye to eye, for what seemed an eternity. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw paint run from the cut, and trickle a foot or more down the painting before congealing again. At last the painted face looked away.

Ha, thought Harry, so far so good.

'You will remain silent! ' he hissed, through clenched teeth. 'You will allow this picture to be removed!'

"You halfb –"

'SILENCE!'

The knife moved again, another finger width. More paint flowed.

'You WILL be silent! You WILL allow this picture to be removed! It will be stored face down in a warehouse until this war is OVER - and YOU WILL BE SILENT!

Do I make myself clear?'

The witch nodded slowly.

Harry continued more gently - 'You are the mother of the only man I could even think of as a father. For this reason alone I will spare this picture! But if I hear another word from you, I will turn this canvas into CONFETTI. - DO YOU UNDERSTAND? - A nod will be sufficient!'

The portrait nodded rapidly.

'Good' said Harry quietly. 'I'm glad we had this little chat. Now - Remember!'

Harry withdrew the knife and flicked the curtains shut. He turned to look down the hall. Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Hermione were standing there, mouths open, with fear in their eyes. Ginny's eyes glittered almost malevolently though, and she uttered a quiet 'Yes!' as he looked at her. Lupin and Moody were regarding him in thoughtful silence.

Harry was suddenly deeply ashamed of himself. So much for the rational Harry Potter! He pushed roughly past them into the study, and closed the door.

- o

By the time Professor Moody warily entered the study, Harry's anger and shame had waned to a simmering resentment. He sat at the desk, idly turning the knife over and over in his hands. He hadn't wanted any of this trouble, he'd have been happy just going back to Hogwarts for another year with his friends. Why did it always happen to him? Madmen in his mind, poisonous professors, Evil personified, trying kill him, insane artwork driving his friends to tears. Now he'd lost his temper with a painting! The others must think he was insane himself!!

Moody stopped in front of the desk and stood silently for a moment, then gently took the knife out of Harry's hands and studied it closely.

'Hmmm. No runes on it – no magical aura – just a sharp knife. Hmmm' He gave the knife back to Harry, handle first.

'I'm impressed!'

This was probably the last thing Harry expected to hear. 'You're what, Professor?'

'Impressed, Harry. Owning this house two years ago you'd have run a mile rather than touch that painting. A year ago you'd have slashed it to ribbons and it would be screaming still. Now – now you have control - and that's why you were successful'

'Successful or not, Professor, I'm disgusted with myself'

'You did what was necessary. If I thought you'd enjoyed it, Harry, I wouldn't have given you the knife back!'

'The others must think I'm mad to start using violence to deal with a painting.'

'Violence? You think it was just sticking a knife in a painting??' Moody looked almost amused.

Harry nodded.

'You couldn't feel the power?'

Harry shook his head.

Moody looked at Harry for a long time, both eyes firmly focussed on him. Eventualy he spoke.

'When you moved that knife, this eye could see you glowing, Harry. Even my real eye could see something! You're a powerful wizard, boy. That's what silenced the painting, not the knife itself.'

'Then I didn't need violence? Didn't need a knife?' Harry felt even more of a fool.

'Yeah,' growled Moody, 'you needed it. To focus yourself and your power'

'I thought I had to use my wand?'

'And I thought you knew better than that, Harry. Your wand's just a conductor. It works best because it's tuned to you, but you could use anything, this knife, your finger, nothing at all even - if you have enough power.'

'But I didn't use a spell!'

'Spells are just a way of describing the effect you want, making the magic do what you want, neatly. If you can visualise what you want, and have enough power, you don't need spells'

Harry remembered the python, and all the other things he'd done by 'accident' before he went to Hogwarts. He'd not had a wand, then and he hadn't used a spell. How could he have forgotten!'

'Was I really in control?'

Moody smiled slowly. 'Yeah. You used as much as you needed - and no more. Yeah, you were in control.'

'Do the others realise?'

'No. You frightened Molly and Ron and Hermione. They still don't understand about control. Ginny now, I think Ginny understands. She's got something about her, a hard core, she'll understand about control.' 'Just enough to do the job; magic, persuasion, violence, it doesn't matter. As an Auror, you use just enough of what's necessary - to do the job.'

'Do you think I could be an Auror, Professor? or Ginny?'

'I think you've a much more difficult job ahead of you, Harry; Ginny too perhaps, who knows. If you can do that job - Auror will be a cakewalk.'

Moody turned and headed for the door.

'Your breakfast is being kept warm for you, are you going to come down and eat it?'

Harry got slowly to his feet and followed.

In the kitchen the others were finishing their breakfast in silence. If there could have been anything quieter than silence, it would have fallen as Harry entered, walked over to the sink, and put the dirty knife for washing. Five pairs of eyes flicked up, swivelled round, flicked down again. Harry sighed and sat down.

Mrs. Weasley pulled Harry's slightly congealed breakfast out of the oven and placed it before him. Harry smiled at her.

'Thanks Mrs. Weasley.'

'That's alright, Harry Dear' she muttered and looked away.

Oh damn, thought Harry, explanations again!'

'Er – look – sorry about that, it was getting on my nerves rather, and –'

'Its all right Harry' interrupted Hermione, 'I've told them about it'

'About you –'

'About me crying on your shoulder, about our fearsome guardians not being able to do anything, yes!'

Moody and Lupin looked uncomfortable, but Ron and the girls were looking at him now.

Ginny smiled. 'Nice work Harry'

Ron looked less certain. 'That was scary Harry, but well done eh?'

Hermione sighed. 'I hate seeing you use violence Harry but – well – Thank you, thank you so much. I was dreading having to put up with that all the time, I really was!'

Harry looked round. Mrs. Weasley still looked worried.

'Molly?' asked Moody.

'Well done Harry' she muttered, but she smiled tentatively at him - and he knew there would be no further problem.