Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch

Chapter 5: In which a long overdue party is thrown and certain events are set in motion, some of which can not be undone and will have grave repercussions...

Once again Harry Potter found himself in a realm that he was becoming all to familiar with. It was not a place per se, because you couldn't travel there in a car, or boat or plane. You couldn't port key or apparate their either. But Harry had been going there before, and he was starting to understand it. (As much as a place like that could be understood, of course.)

It was filled with everything imaginable, or more accurately, everything imaginable came from there. It never changed seasons there. In fact, time there was a relative concept. This place had been around since the Creation, and it would remain until the end of time.

This place was governed, or more accurately, controlled, by one man. Well, he was less a man than an entity. He went by many names, and he lived in a castle that could be anywhere at any given time. But he isn't the focus of our story.

No, Harry Potter is, and he had found The Dreaming.

At first the sheer surreal ness of it all startled him. It was the day after his visit with the one eyed man, when the thought struck him. 'I must have gone to some place, some sort of Dream Plane, and that's how that man, or whatever he was, talked to me...' He had thought at dinner that night. Tonight was his first chance to explore this place.

Harry walked about a large garden. Perhaps the person dreaming it was Japanese, as there were several scrolls with Japanese (or what Harry thought was Japanese) written on it. It was peaceful, and it was a stark contrast to his usual dreams of death and destruction. He made his way through the snaking pathways, taking the time to admire the beauty of the plants. (It occurred to him at one point that he had never given much thought to plants, and that his sudden admiration of them was extremely out of character, but he put those thoughts from his mind)

After a while (again, time seemed to be relative there. Harry would later find you had only as much time as you needed. No more, no less) Harry sat down on a beautifully carved wooden bench. Seraphim danced about it, as if it was enchanted. As Harry looked out over the horizon that hadn't been there a moment ago, he saw it again.

It was glowing, almost mystically. He could see it perfectly this time, although it seemed far away. (Distance also seemed to be relative there) It was hauntingly beautiful, almost like a strange gothic painting.

He could see what it was now. A torch. A green burning torch. It flickered majestically in the darkened sky. (It must have been decided that it was night) It sat upon a golden handle that seemed to be adorned in runes of some sort. It sat on a pedestal on top of a hill. Or was it in a cave? Harry couldn't tell this, but he knew if he could only get closer...

Harry was startled out of his sleep by his Aunt banging on the door. "BOY!" She shouted. "Time for BREAKFAST!" She rasped. Harry shook the cobwebs out of his head and grabbed his glasses. Suddenly remembering what day it was, Harry looked about his room wildly. He saw nothing out of the ordinary. Hedwig was still in her cage, and there were no presents at his bed.

'Great.' Harry thought bitterly. 'They've forgotten my birthday.' He got dressed and headed down stairs, in a sour mood. He passed his uncle silently. He tried not to look at the man, but due to his girth that was difficult.

His uncle noticed the foul mood Harry was in, and decided to ask him about it. (No one ever accused Vernon Dursley of having impeccable judgment.)

"What's the matter with you boy?" He snapped. Harry stopped walking, and turned slowly on his heel. When he faced Vernon the man gulped in fear as his face turned purple. Harry was shooting him a look of pure, unadulterated hatred.

"What," Harry said slowly. His voice was tipped with poison, like a dagger in the night. "Is the matter?" He echoed.

"Oh shit." Vernon muttered under his breath.

"What is the matter?" Harry asked again. "Maybe it's the fact I don't think I'm going to live to see my eighteenth birthday." He began, taking a step forward. "Or maybe it's the fact that the ONE PERSON who really cared about me is dead. Or MAYBE it's the fact my quote unquote friends forgot it was my birthday!" Harry was yelling now. Vernon didn't dare crack a smile at this last revelation.

"Eep." Came a sound from the doorway, as Dudley had entered the kitchen. He turned and left just as hastily.

Harry was barely aware of what he was doing. His head was spinning in a storm of thoughts and emotions.

"BOY!" Vernon boomed, taking advantage of Harry's momentary silence.

"DO NOT BOY ME!" Harry thundered back. "I will NOT put up with any more of you BULLSHIT! I will NOT be treated as a second class citizen in this house!" He was inches from his uncle's face now, which had turned a deep shade of purple.

"Boy," Vernon said quietly. "I will not be spoken to like that." His voice was small, but he had to say that, to keep up appearances. He would NOT lose control of his house to a... a freak like Potter.

"I will speak to you any damn way I please." Harry said, his voice bitter and cold.

"Listen to me you freak!" Vernon shouted, finding his voice again. "I don't care how you end up, but I will not let my boy Dudley get involved with all that un-naturalness! You almost got him KILLED last year!"

At this Harry snapped. All of his pent up rage, not just from the last year, but from the time he was brought to the Dursley's exploded out of him in a horrible storm of fury.

"I did not have anything to do with that." His voice was soft now. "I would NEVER hurt the ONLY FAMILY I HAVE LEFT! I may HATE you, and make no mistake that I do, but I would NEVER hurt you. I would NEVER try to get you killed!" Harry was positively terrifying now. Vernon was cowering in a corner, still trying to back up.

But then a voice came from the front door.

"Harry?" Albus Dumbledore asked. His voice was steady, calm. The twinkle in his eye was gone however, and he looked deeply troubled by what he was seeing. Harry saw him and immediately came crashing down to earth. He started backing up, looking back and forth between Dumbledore and his uncle like a scared dog.

"I'm... I'm...sorry..." He stuttered. He felt as if the world was closing in on him. He had curled up in a fetal position and he was still looking back and forth. Vernon was still to shocked (and scared) at Harry's outburst to say or do anything.

Dumbledore knelt by Harry and put a hand on his shoulder. "Harry, it's okay." He said softly. He could feel Harry shaking. "You're going to be leaving here, going to the Burrow." Harry picked his head up off of his chest at this.

"The... the Burrow?" He asked.

"Yes Harry, let's go get your things." Dumbledore said, helping the young man shakily to his feet.

Twenty minutes and three memory charms later, Harry and Dumbledore left 4 Privet Drive in the same Yellow car he had been in the last time. Harry was silent. Dumbledore let him be, knowing Harry was still playing the events of the last hour over in his mind.

"So," Harry said. "I'm going to be staying at the Burrow?" His voice was hopeful, but still a bit timid. As if he was expecting to be scolded for his behavior.

"Yes Harry, you will be staying. With the assistance of... some friends the Burrow has become a much safer place for you." Dumbledore replied.

A car cut in front of them just then, causing Dumbledore to swerve violently.

"Blasted teenage muggles." He muttered, causing Harry to smile at his mentor's uncharacteristic outburst. Dumbledore smiled then too, realizing just how silly that must have sounded.

They drove around London for another ten minutes, going up and down apparently random alleys. Upon seeing Harry's questioning look, Dumbledore snapped out of whatever trance he seemed to be in.

"My apologies. I enjoy these muggle automobiles so much I lose myself sometimes." He said, the familiar twinkle back in his eye. He turned the car down another alley, this one a dead end. "Are you ready Harry?" He asked.

Harry was unsure of what he meant, but he trusted Dumbledore...didn't he? Harry nodded, still looking apprehensive. A second later he felt the sickening familiar tug of a portkey being activated. He saw London blur about him, like on those science fiction movies when the starship goes to hyperspace. He felt a lurch near his navel, and then he was at the Burrow, still inside the lemon yellow car.

"Harry!" he was greeted loudly as soon as they landed. Harry, after checking to make sure he was all there still, looked about to find Ron Weasely, his best friend, rushing towards them.

"Hey Ron! UMPH!" He replied before getting thumped on the back roughly. It nearly knocked his glasses from his face.

"Uhh... Sorry mate." Ron said hastily. He looked a tad embarrassed. Ginny and Hermione both were coming up behind Ron, and Harry had only a second to regain his breath before being engulfed in a bone crushing hug.

'Sheesh, for two average size girls they sure are strong.' Harry managed to think while struggling for breath. 'Ginny certainly has grown up too.' Harry's mind continued. He was shook from his leering by Molly Weasely taking her turn at the smother Harry game.

"Oh Harry dear!" She practically shouted. "You look so thin! Have you been eating properly?" She fussed at him. He nodded meekly; knowing any answer he gave wouldn't suffice.

"Yes Mrs. Weasely, I have been." He replied after being released from the Weasely Vice. "I've been eating. I just have been exercising a lot." He lied through his teeth. Mrs. Weasely didn't buy it for a millisecond, and Harry could tell. But rather then chew him out in front of everyone she dropped the issue.

"Well, come inside then! You'll catch a chill!" The fact that it was still pleasantly warm out didn't seem to matter to her. "Hurry up then!" She scolded Ron as he brought up the rear. "Lunch will be ready in an Hour. Ron, why don't you help Harry unpack"? She added as a well-placed afterthought. Ron nodded and grabbed the back end of Harry's trunk and began to follow Harry up the rickety staircase.

They went inside Ron's room, which was still ablaze in a fiery orange, and began to unpack Harry's things.

"So," Ron said, "how have you been?" His voice was even, sounding slightly rehearsed. Harry shrugged. After his little episode earlier in the day, he wasn't quite sure. He sat down on the spare bed that would be his for the rest of the summer.

"I'm tired." Harry said softly. He was looking down at the floor, lost in deep thought. Ron raised an eyebrow.

"Do you need a nap? I'm sure Mum would hold off on dinner..." He was cut off.

"No, no." Harry said, his voice was still quiet, almost distant. "I'm not sleepy, just...." He struggled to find the words. "I'm just tired." He finished with a frustrated sigh.

"I'm sorry mate, didn't mean to get you all worked up." Ron apologized. Harry shook his head.

"No, I'm not mad at you. It's just... I've got a lot going on right now." Harry said, his eyes lowering back to the floor.

"You wanna talk about it?" Ron asked, almost to eagerly.

"Later, after dinner. With Hermione too." He said. Ron looked a little disappointed. "Because I'm starving." Harry added with a grin. Ron laughed.

"Okay, let's go...Hey wait!" He added as Harry made for the door. "Did you ever get your Firebolt back?" he asked.

Harry stopped short. How had he forgotten about his broom? The one that...

"I don't know. I'll have to ask Dumbledore." He replied. His stomach was really growling now. "Can we go now? I'm seriously starving." He said, not waiting for a reply. Harry was half way down the stairs before Ron was out of the doorway.

Harry ate ravenously. For the first time he could remember he didn't refuse seconds or third servings of Mrs. Weasely's wonderful comfort food. This was also the most he had eaten all summer. He continued eating long after even Ron had stopped. Several sets of eyes were on him as he shoved another course of Roast Beef into his gullet. Harry looked up, now aware that everyone was watching him. (He thought he saw a small tear in Molly Weasely's eye, but he convinced himself that it was just his imagination.) After two helpings of dessert, Harry finally pushed his plate away.

"Great meal Mrs. Weasely." He said. This was followed by a loud belch, which got scattered applause from Ron and Ginny. Harry was embarrassed by this. Hermione looked a little disgusted as well.

The rest of the day was spent doing absolutely nothing of importance, which was a pleasant change for Harry. The four lounged about, talking idly of Quiddich and summer homework.

That night Harry went to bed and slept peacefully, not dreaming at all....

Harry awoke the next morning to find the Orange room empty. He grabbed his glasses and looked around, startled. The first thoughts that rushed through his mind were that the Weasely's had been attacked. He grabbed his wand out of his trunk and dashed down the steps, nearly falling on the way.

He reached the bottom and saw that the Weasely's were assembled in the kitchen, eating breakfast merrily. Ron and Hermione were chatting quietly, and Ginny was engaged in a discussion on fireworks with Fred or George. Harry let out a sigh, and he could feel his hart rate returning to normal.

"Are you okay Harry dear?" Mrs. Weasely asked him, worry evident in her voice. Harry looked around again, just to reassure himself that nothing was wrong.

"Yes, I'm fine Mrs. Weasely. When no one was upstairs when I woke up, I thought something may have happened is all." Harry said, walking over and sitting down next to Ginny at the table. Ron laughed.

"Trust me Harry, if someone was trying to get in here without us knowing, the entire house would be awake. Dumbledore rigged all sorts of alarms and junk. A couple of weeks ago we all got woken up in the middle of the night by a loud siren. Turns out a garden gnome wandered to close to the house." He said with a chuckle. Ginny laughed too, and Harry cracked a smile.

"Pancakes dear?" Mrs. Weasely asked him. Harry nodded. Even after his little show last night, Harry was starved. Mrs. Weasely was thrilled when he asked for seconds. After breakfast she told Ron, Hermione and Harry to get dresses, as they were going to Diagon alley to meet with Dumbledore for lunch.

Twenty minutes later they were off, going by portkey to an abandoned parking garage near the Leaky Cauldron in Muggle London. They walked a short way to the Cauldron.

"We'll be meeting Dumbledore at a new Restaurant that has opened near Madame Malkins." Mrs. Weasely said as they approached the pub. They entered, and soon all eyes were on Harry.

He felt decidedly uncomfortable, almost... Naked. He didn't like the idea of being out in public without a disguise. He felt like a battle was just waiting for him around the next corner. Maybe he was being paranoid, but Mad Eye Moody's words still rang in his mind...

"Harry dear, Gringotts is that way." Mrs. Weasely said to him, startling him from his thoughts. He nodded.

"Sorry, I kind of zoned out..." He mumbled. Mrs. Weasely nodded, looking concerned. They entered and withdrew their respective money (with Hermione exchanging her muggle money).

They proceeded first to the apothecary where Mrs. Weasely insisted on them getting their potion stockpiles. (Through some miracle they had all gotten into potions this year, much to Ron's dismay.)

After finishing that they headed to Quality Quidditch Supplies to burn half an hour or so, before leaving to meet Dumbledore. They arrived at the Restaurant (a sampling of Wizard Chefs from around the world) to find the place nearly deserted, save for Dumbledore and another young man sitting with him. He was dressed (as Harry and friends were) in normal clothes. His were muggle, as were Harry and Hermione's, but Ron didn't stand out too much in his faux muggle attire.

"Hello Harry, Ron, Hermione. Molly, lovely to see you as always." Dumbledore greeted them. They all smiled and replied politely. Dumbledore could tell by their confused expressions they had no idea who his companion was. "Well," He said, turning to Michael, "I believe I owe you a coke."

"Pepsi. I hate Coke. I told you this mall-rat disguise would work." He said, showing off his black shirt with the letters ROH printed on it. He also wore a skullcap with the same logo, and black jean shorts.

"I will not doubt your fashion sense again." Dumbledore said with a chuckle, as the others stood by, slightly dumbfounded.

"Jess trained me well." Michael replied with a grin. "Oh," he said, realizing the others were more or less in the dark. "My name is Michael Adumbro. Pleasure to meet you all." He could tell Hermione's mind was already cranking way trying to place his name.

"Adumbro..." She trailed off while Michael shook hands with Harry and Ron. "Oh!" She exclaimed, causing Harry and Ron to start. "You're... You're..." She said, sounding and looking somewhat star struck. Harry confusedly recognized the look as one he received quite often.

"An Archmage. Yes." Michael said modestly. Both Harry and Ron's eyes grew wide. Harry had felt a feeling of power when he approached, but he had attributed it to Dumbledore being more active than he had ever felt him.

"Wow." Ron muttered. Harry looked taken aback. They had learned about mages and Archmages in their various classes over the last five years, but he never thought one would be so young.

"Well, now that that's out of the way, lets pick our jaws off the floor and eat." He said happily. They ordered food, and sat about eating and talking. Michael happily fielded questions from his constituents. They finished their meals and set out about the nearly empty Diagon Alley.

"So, where are we going first?" Asked Harry. He was still looking around every once in a while, much to the annoyance of Ron.

"I believe the bookstore is closest." He said, pointing. Hermione's eyes lit up and Ron's shoulders sagged. They entered the store and began purchasing their new books for the year. After that Hermione wondered off to find new material to read and Ron ventured into the sports section. Dumbledore motioned to Harry to come over to where he and Michael were standing.

"Yes Headmaster?" Harry asked, somewhat tenitively. The memory of his rampage in the Headmasters office was still fresh in his mind.

"Harry, as I am sure you are aware, you are a major target of the Dark Lord." Dumbledore began. Harry nodded. "I believe it would be wise for you to be tutored in some... Enhanced curriculum." He said with a grin. "But I believe you should have a say in weather or not you should have to shoulder a greater workload." He said, his grin disappearing into a somewhat grim look.

"Who would be doing this tutoring?" Harry asked, looking around uncomfortably.

"It would be a group project. I would do some, Michael here would help, and several of the professors have expressed wishes to assist as well." Dumbledore said, leaning against a shelf of books on ancient wizards.

"What would I be learning?" Harry asked. Dumbledore noticed he didn't sound as confident as he had in the past. Even when faced with unknown terrors and gross attacks on his person, he had always had some sort of inner strength about him, a confidence. But now that had been shattered. He seemed meek, scared. 'Rightfully so', Dumbledore thought, but that just would not do.

"Various skills you will need for the war to come." He replied simply.

"I'll be teaching you hand to hand combat, and how to use various types of wandless magic." Michael added in.

"I can do wandless magic?" Harry asked, surprised.

"If you can't, then I will personally dress up as Britney Spears for the Halloween dance." Michael said, laughing. This caused Harry to crack a smile. Not at the horrible joke, but at the fact that an Archmage thinks so highly of him.

"Okay. I guess I'll do it." Harry said. Dumbledore nodded.

"Okay, then you'll find that the extra books are already waiting for you up front." He said, smiling. Harry nodded. A few minutes later everyone paid for their books and left. After some quick stops at Madame Malkins and Olivanders for wand polish they left for the Leaky Cauldron. This time they used the Floo Network, with Ron going first. Mrs. Weasely followed, then Hermione and finally Harry.

When he landed in the Burrow his heart nearly stopped at the sight that awaited him.

"SURPRISE HARRY!"

"Holy Shit....-take mushrooms." He gasped. In the Burrow seemed to be every Gryffindor of the past ten years, and every other person who ever had spoken to Harry. Teachers, friends, and people he didn't even know were all there.

"Happy Birthday Harry. Sorry we're a day late, but we had to make sure everyone got here. " Ron said, walking up and thumping him on the back again.

Hermione walked up and put a shiny red birthday hat on his head, and someone from the back of the room tossed red and gold streamers, drawing a chorus of cheers from all the past and present Gryffindors in the room.

"All this is for...me?" Harry asked, utterly dumbfounded. Sever people laughed, others just smiled. Hermione spoke up.

"Of course!" She shouted, hugging him. "Who else would it be for?"

"Sorry. I've just never had a party like this..." He replied, head downcast.

"Don't be SORRY!" Ron said, aghast. "It's your BIRTHDAY!"

Harry cracked a smile and was led to the kitchen table, where a smorgasbord of food was laid out, and took some cake. On a table adjacent to it was a large table full of gifts. "Not that I mind, mind you, but my birthday actually was yesterday."

"Come on mate, you gotta greet the guests!" Ron said jubilantly. Harry, however, didn't match his enthusiasm. The time he had spent with his friends still didn't fill that hole that had been engulfing him all summer.

Harry walked, a weak smile across his face, from person to person, greeting them as warmly as he could. Everyone from Gryffindor, it seemed, was there. Neville, Dean, Seamus, Lavender, everyone. Harry didn't want to seem unhappy, because he wasn't, but he did wish he could just spend some time with his friends.

Soon it was time for something Harry both looked foreword to greatly and silently dreaded.

"PRESENTS!" George (or Fred) boomed out. Harry gulped, not quite knowing how to accept such generosity. He never had received presents much, and definitely not this many.

He opened and opened, thanking everyone profusely. He received books, quidditch gear (including a spiffy new pair of Seekers gloves from an absentee Charlie Weasely) and more books. Most, if not all of them looked to be quite useful (So You Want to be an Auror, and 1,000,000 Curses and Counter Curses were amongst them). Remus only walked up to Harry and said "Later." Harry nodded, not quite getting the message, but just going with the Flow. Ron gave him (for once) a useful gift, How to Duel While Flying, much to Hermione and Harry's surprise.

"Wow, thanks Ron!" Harry said, not having to feign his happiness this time. Ron smiled; apparently pleased his gift wasn't a stinker. Hermione approached next, giving him a small gold and red medallion.

"This," she said, "is one of only 1200 made. It is a reproduction of the medallion Godric Gryffindor wore. Hope you like it." She said, shooting him a "There's more to this than that" look.

Next, to Harry's slight surprise, came Professor McGonagal. She carried a long, cylindrical object that Harry Recognized immediately.

"My Firebolt!!!!" He said happily. She nodded, a thin smile playing at her lips.

"You'll be happy to know that your lifetime ban has been lifted, and I went ahead and checked your broom for any spells or jinxes, which I found quite a few. But they are gone now. I'm sure you'll do your best to win the Cup again this year."

A hearty roar came up from the others gathered around. Harry smiled, happy to once again have his broom back, and also to have something to remember Sirius by. He felt a small tear well up in his eye at the thought of his Godfather, but he ignored it. He finished receiving his presents (most of which were practical, for once)

The party went on, with music, various shenanigans conducted by Fred and George, and even a game or two. But soon the festivities had to end. The guests left for their various abodes, leaving Harry, the Weasely's, Dumbledore, Remus, Tonks, and Michael.

"Harry," Dumbledore said, rising to his feet, "may we speak with you alone in the kitchen?" Harry rose and nodded, following Dumbledore, Remus and Michael into the spacious kitchen.

"Yes sir?" He asked, sitting down at the table. Dumbledore sat across from him, Remus stood beside Harry, and Michael paced behind Dumbledore, looking flustered.

"Sadly, we have some business to take care of. I'm sorry this has to be done on your Birthday, of all days, but there are certain... outside forces... who are trying as hard as they can to block our activities." Dumbledore said, looking slightly sad.

"... Sir, I don't understand... What do I have to do with anything?" Harry asked, confused as all get-out.

"Harry, this has to do with Sirius's will, and more specifically, the house." Dumbledore said, not bothering to beat around the bush. He could tell Harry still did not comprehend. "He left you this house Harry, as well as quite a bit of money and his family vault." Dumbledore said.

"I don't want it." Harry replied automatically. "Give it to Remus."

"Oh, don't worry Harry." Remus said, putting a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder, "Sirius left me plenty."

"I don't want it."

"Harry," Dumbledore said. "if you don't take it, the Malfoy's will get it. They are his next relations." His face was grave, as if he needed to impress upon Harry the seriousness (a/n; oy, did I Really just make that pun?) of the situation, which was unnecessary, as Harry picked up on it as soon as the first syllable of Malfoy escaped the wizened old mans lips.

"What do I need to do?" Harry asked, his voice surprisingly even, it was a stark contrast to earlier in the day, at the Dursley's. Everyone could see the Hate in Harry's eyes, but his voice was calm, collected. Remus silently felt it was quite unnerving.

"Sign these Harry. It gives you control over the Black Family estates, and accepts everything Sirius left for you." Harry's face fell at these last words, but Dumbledore added, "You can do with those things what you wish." Harry nodded, slightly numb. He took the papers and signed where noted. He handed them back to Dumbledore, and got up to leave.

"Where do you thing you're going?" Michael asked him. Harry looked back, confused. "You haven't gotten the last of your presents yet, douche bag!" He said, laughing.

"Such crude language Michael." Dumbledore chastised.

"Sorry, it's a term of endearment back home, I swear."

"That wouldn't surprise me in the slightest." Dumbledore mused.

"Presents?" Harry asked, now growing tired, physically, and emotionally from the day he had had.

Remus smiled.

"I did say Later, did I not?" Harry just nodded. Remus flicked his wand and a large trunk appeared before Harry. "This," He said slowly, "was Sirius's. He kept all of his school things in there. There should be some pictures, journals, and other... stuff." He faltered. He looked close to tears. Harry nodded his thanks, also feeling close to breakdown.

"Harry, Michael and I have one last gift for you. These are particularly hard to get a hold of, so take good care of it, please." He handed him an (unwrapped) pensive.

"Hope this helps ya bro." Michael said, giving him a small pat on the back as he exited the room. Dumbledore stayed behind.

"Would you like me to show you how this works Harry?" He asked. Harry shook his head, much to the Headmasters surprise.

"I need to go to sleep. Can we do it tomorrow?"

"Sure Harry."

Without another word, to anyone, Harry exited the kitchen and walked up the stairs to the bright orange room and promptly fell asleep.

A/N: I'M NOT DEAAAAAD! Nope. Can't get rid of me. Almost did, but it didn't happen. Basically I totally (in one of my fits of OCD, probably) ignored this. But I came back to it, and tried to make up for the wait in sheer length. And I nearly wrote myself into a corner with it, but I think I covered it okay. Please review, if at all possible. If not, no big whoop. But I'll stop with this now, cause I hate really long authors notes. Don't you? I mean there is NOTHING more annoying than a long a/n. Okay okay, I'll stop for real. But if you bothered to read ALL of this, you should leave a review, if only so I'll thank you for being such a sucker... I mean loyal and faithful reader. Yea. That's it. – KI.