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Is this the end of the world as we know it?
(im so so so so sorry!!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!)
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Chapter 13 – in the blink of an eye
Hospital Wing
In the hospital wing, Harry was doing a jigsaw puzzle. It was a 80 piece one – Dudley used to have only 9 and 15 piece ones. Harry supposed it was because he was too stupid.
He was contemplating on where the orangy-yellow piece should go when he was swooped off the floor into somebody's arms.
"MOONY! I was doing a puzzle!"
Remus chuckled "S'Alright, you goose, I was just asking if you wanted to come down to the feast with me, or stay here with Madam Pomfrey."
"Stay here!" came the reply "I haven't finished my puzzle yet!"
Remus set the squirming boy back onto the ground. "Alright," he laughed, "I'll see you later then!" and practically skipped towards the door.
Harry giggled when he heard him singing "We're off to see the Great Hall, A Hogwarts feast for me!"
Madam Pomfrey bustled over, smiling. "Well, I don't know what you've done Mr Potter, but it's worked wonders. That would be the happiest I seen that Remus, ever!"
Harry smiled, "Nah – he's just happy he gets free food!" and burst into a fit of giggles.
Madam Pomfrey just shook her head.
"Here, let me show you how to make paper hats."
5 minutes later, Madam Pomfrey glanced out the window and announced the arrival of the carriages. "Now, you get back to those hats of yours dear," she said, "and I'll just make sure my potion supply is ready for the horde of students that will soon be coming in demanding my attention. Honestly! You'd think they'd be more careful in this school! Why, there isn't one day where I..."
Harry rolled his eyes as she bustled into another room, no doubt still talking.
Now, to the hats. He furrowed his brow in concentration as he thought of who to make them for, then set to work.
A couple of minutes later, Harry had completed five hats, and labelled them 'Moony', 'Padfoot', 'Poppy', 'Albus', and 'Harry'.
He put in hat on, and set the others to the side, quite pleased with himself.
"...hexing eachother in the hallways, being attacked by dangerous creatures, falling off their brooms, getting smashed up by bludgers, honestly, I once had a girl who came in here looking like – Why, thankyou, Harry, dear!" Madam Pomfrey beamed, as Harry gave her her hat. "It's a very nice hat if I say so myself!" Harry smiled as she positioned it on her head.
Just then the doors burst open, and a red-haired boy entered, carrying a sleeping blond boy.
"ALREADY?!" Madam Pomfrey shrieked. "Quick, quick, bring him over here!"
She bustled the red-head over to the nearest bed, where he gently laid down the boy in his arms.
"Now, Mr Weasley, tell me what happened. How old is this boy?"
"He's seven."
"SEVEN?"
"Yes... but... long story. Anyway, we got off the Hogwarts Express and went to the carriages. He took one look, proclaimed there were monsters and fainted. Well, he's had a rough day, so maybe he imagined them..."
Madam Pomfrey stared hard at the red-head before saying, "Mr Weasley, I doubt he was hallucinating. Rather, you couldn't see them."
"But –"
"Have you ever heard of Thestrals?"
The Weasley boy looked horrified. "You mean..."
Madam Pomfrey nodded sadly "Yes, I do, the poor dear. And at his age as well. I wonder who it was – never mind. It makes sense that he fainted, though. They can be quite terrifying to look at."
The boy just nodded.
"Now Bill, you get down to the feast. I will take care of Mr...?"
"Draco Malfoy."
Madam Pomfrey blinked in surprise. "Ah – Alright then, I'll take care of Mr Malfoy for you."
Bill smiled and thanked her, then left the hospital wing.
Madam Pomfrey stared down at the bed in shock, before slowly shaking her head. "Will wonders never cease?"
Harry had no idea what she was talking about, so he set about making a hat for Draco.
-o-o-o-
Hogwarts Express train tracks
Walking. Walking on and on. An endless stretch of horizontal bars, glaring up at him.
It was getting cold. And dark.
How long to go?
1 ½ days.
There – a little alcove.
He shuffled over to it, and curled up into a ball.
The night was cold, and
the days were long.
But he would find him. And he would
bring him to his master.
-o-o-o-
Hospital Wing
Draco opened his eyes, blinking away the sleep. Above him was a pristine white ceiling. White?
Suddenly, the memories came back to him. His father, the train, the Weasleys, Hagrid, monsters.
He shot up in his bed, and gazed wildly around him. Where am I?
A little raven-haired boy was sitting on the floor across the room, wearing a paper hat. At the sudden noise, he looked up, and gazed at Draco with emerald eyes hidden behind glasses.
"Hello" he said, "I made you a hat." He held up a paper hat with 'Draco' written on it in shaky letters.
Draco blinked in surprise, and opened his mouth to ask why he'd made something for him, when the other boy cut him off.
"Are you seven?"
Draco nodded mutely.
"Cool! Me too! I'm Harry, by the way." He grinned
Draco tried to get out of the bed to find Bill, or the others, but found himself tangled in the sheets. He glared at them, then struggled to get out, but to no avail.
Harry giggled, and skipped over. "Here, I'll help". He untangled Draco from the sheets, and helped him out of bed. "If you're looking for the red-head boy, he went down to the feast. But he'll be back soon, so don't worry."
Draco smiled nervously, and Harry took this for a sign of encouragement. He grinned and grabbed his new-found friend's arm.
"Come on! I've got something really cool to show you!"
Checking that there were no angry nurses in sight, Harry pulled Draco into a side room. He let go of his arm, and rummaged through a box by the door. Straightening up with a grin, he pulled out a silvery cloak.
"Look!" he crowed triumphantly, "its an Invibily cloak!"
Draco's eyes widened as Harry wrapped himself up in the cloak, his body disappearing. An invibily cloak! "Wow..." he whispered, "they're really rare..."
"Here, you have a go"
Draco accepted the cloak and carefully wound it round his body. He looked down, and saw that there was nothing there!
Feeling around with invisible hands, he smiled as he realised that his body hadn't vanished, it just appeared to have.
"It was my Dad's." Harry's voice brought him back to reality with a jolt.
"Oh." He said, "who's your dad?"
A sad smile settled itself on Harry's face. "He died. His name was James. Moony says he looked just like me when he was my age, but with different coloured eyes."
"What... what happened?" Draco dared to ask
"Voldemort killed him when I was a baby. Mum too. Moony says Mum was really pretty. He says that she was really nice too, and she was the bestest mum..." he trailed off, and stared at his feet.
"I'm sorry."
Harry took a deep breath to calm himself. "Nah – its OK. I just wonder what it would be like, you know, to have a mum and dad."
Draco nodded in understanding. "Yeah – I know what you mean. My – my mother and father aren't very nice. I... don't think they wanted me. That's why I'm here. Run away."
Harry's eyes grew wide. "You ran away? Wow! How? Tell me!"
Draco smiled and told Harry his story.
"... and then these boys
came up, Duffy and Piss I think their names
were. And they – "
"Dudley?"
"oh yeah – that sounds more like it..."
"That's my cousin! Did he look like an
overgrown marshmallow with blond frosting on the top?"
"Exactly!"
"I knew it! I knew it!"
"You're crazy, Harry. Quit dancing, and sit back down! You look like a monkey and I need to tell you
the rest!"
"Fine, fine"
"Anyway, then they came up to me
and..."
-o-o-o-
Twenty minutes later...
"Whoa." Harry stared at Draco with wide eyes.
"Yeah, I know! They were so gross-looking!"
"Did they attack you?"
"Nah – they were too afraid of me!"
Harry grinned. "Whatever you say, Draco." As he pushed his messy black hair away from his face, Draco caught a glimpse of something on his forehead.
"What's that on your head?"
"Huh? Oh you mean my scar." Harry pushed his hair up to show Draco his lightening bolt scar. "Moony says I got it from Voldemort."
But Draco wasn't listening. His mouth was hanging open, and his eyes were bulging.
"Er – Draco – are you alright?" Harry asked.
Draco snapped out of his trance-like state and said, "you're Harry Potter!"
"Er....yeah..."
"You're famous!"
"Whoa. What?!"
"You are! You're Harry Potter
and you're famous!"
Harry looked bewildered. 7 years he'd been running away from Dudley, and being told he meant nothing but Vernon and Petunia, when all this time he'd been famous? "What for?"
Draco's
brow furrowed. "Can't
remember."
Harry nodded slowly, then smiled as he
remembered something very, very important.
"I found out where Madam Pomfrey keeps her chocolate!"
"What?!"
"I did! Come on!"
Harry raced out of the room, and Draco only took time to carefully fold up the invisibility cloak before speeding after him, headed for some chocolate just waiting to be eaten...
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Later that night, Remus and Bill entered the Hospital Wing, searching for their charges.
Madam Pomfrey smiled softly when they inquired as to their whereabouts, and jerked a thumb back over her shoulder towards her desk, before bustling off again to see a patient.
Remus crept around it and smiled.
Behind Madam Pomfrey's desk were two little boys with paper hats on. They were curled up next two each other, with wrappers all around them, and smiles and smears of chocolate all over their sleeping faces.
Remus motioned Bill over, and they gently picked up the sleeping boys. Laying Harry on his bed, Remus pulled the covers up to his chin, before planting a kiss on his forehead, and sneaking out.
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The next day...
The first rays of dawn
peeked through the window to climb onto Sirius' bed, bathing it in their
honey-coloured light.
The warm golden fingers reached towards him.
They promised of good times, smiles, laughter. They spoke of a new chance, a new hope, a new
day.
Sirius turned away.
These glints of happiness
did not belong to him.
There was only pain, death and sadness.
A tainted existence.
Sometimes loneliness can protect you. But it kills you, on the inside. Sirius knew he was dying.
He only lived to die.
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5:00 am
Harry sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He put on his glasses and gazed blearily around the room. On the bed across from him, Draco was softly snoring.
Harry got out of his bed, and pattered across to his
friend.
"Draco!" he whispered, and poked him in the
chest. "Draco!"
The blond boy stirred, but did not wake up.
Harry put his hands on his hips. "DRACO!" he
whispered as loudly as he could.
Draco opened one bleary eye. "Hoozat? Oh – arry. Too tired. Go sleep." He mumbled, and turned over, burying his head in the pillow.
Harry rolled his eyes and did the only thing that he could think of that would get his friend up.
"AGG! GEFOFMI!"
He sat on his head.
"What was that Drac?"
"Ah the, GEFOFMI!"
"Huh?"
"AGG!" Draco shoved Harry
off.
"Hey! No need to be violent!" Harry
remarked from the floor.
Draco snarled.
"Cheer up, Draco.
I have an idea."
"What?" came
the grumpy reply.
"Well, you know that Percy boy you told me about
yesterday?"
Draco uncrossed his arms and sat up in interest.
-o-o-o-
1 hour later...
Draco and Harry crept back into the Hospital Wing, giggling.
"Now," said Draco gleefully, "all we have to do is wait."
They gave each other high fives, and went to finish off the rest of the chocolate.
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1st years dorm, Gryffindor Tower – 2 hours later
Percy opened his eyes.
He could see the morning sun streaming through the window, and hear the birds singing.
It is going to be a glorious day today, he thought to himself. Simply glorious.
He sighed contentedly, then swung his legs out of his bed, and froze.
His feet, instead of being their usual pale colour, were green! He reached down and pulled up his pajama pants – the rest of his legs were green too! And his hands!
He jumped out of bed and raced to the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind him. He turned to look at the mirror – and screamed.
"AAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
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Hospital Wing
"AAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Harry and Draco grinned wickedly as a scream echoed around the castle.
"Percy's
up!" Draco
said
Harry snickered.
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7th years dorm, Gryffindor Tower
"AAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Bill awoke with a start.
"What the?"
That scream – it'd sounded like Percy!
He raced out of bed, down the stairs and pushed open the 1st years dorm door.
Inside was a hysterical and very green percy, surrounded by his, some frantic and some laughing, roommates.
"Perce! What the hell happened?!"
Percy looked at him with scared lime green eyes. "I – I don't know! I just woke up like this!"
Bill growled. "I bet it was Fred
and George, those
little – "
"Er, excuse me, but I don't think it was..."
Bill looked down in surprise at the
first year staring up at him fearfully.
"What do you mean?"
"Well – this morning I woke up and I saw two boys sneaking out of the
room. But they weren't Fred and George,
because they were smaller than me and one had black hair and the other had
blond."
Bill was astonished. "Harry
and Draco?"
But Percy scowled.
"Oh they are going to regret that – it's
payback time."
Bill pinched himself, trying to wake
up from this crazy dream, where 7 year olds turned others green, and Percy wanted to prank.
Dammit! It was real!
What was the world coming to?
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The next day passed with no other major happenings. Draco and Harry waited in nervous anticipation for Percy's vengeance, jumping at the slightest noise. Their moods improved, however, after a visit from Dumbledore saying that Draco could stay in the Hospital Wing for the moment with Harry, and they celebrated with another round of Madam Pomfrey's chocolate.
When Harry snuggled up in his blankets that night, his mind returned to the issue of Percy's revenge. He still hadn't got them back...
'Oh well, maybe he's forgotten.' He thought to himself, trying to ignore the small part of his mind that was reminding him that Percy didn't forget anything...
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The next morning...
When Harry awoke next morning, his throat was very dry. Probably the chocolate. He reached for his glass of water, and drowned it in one gulp.
'Better...' he thought, as he lay back down on his bed.
Man this place was white, he thought to himself. 'Why not a nice –'
HIC
Oh no. He had the hiccups...
HIC
How he hated them...
HIC
But they were very interesting hiccups; the highest pitched–
HIC
– he'd ever heard
HIC
HIC
Suddenly Draco awoke (HIC). "Ack – my throat..." he whispered hoarsely, reaching for the cup.
Wait! Percy – Water – Hiccups.... "Draco! Don't – "
But it was too late – Draco had already swallowed the water.
HIC Draco let out the lowest hiccup he had
ever heard, and Harry burst out (HIC)laughing.
HIC"What's happening?"
HIC
"HahahahahaHICaha! Percy
HIC tricked us! HahahaHICahahahahahahahaa!"
"You're HICcrazy."
"I know Draco.
I know." HIC
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HIC
HIC
HIC
HIC
Draco and Harry made their way down to the great hall, very excited.
HIC
HIC
Today they were going to be having breakfast with the students!
HIC
HIC
They burst through the doors and ran over to the Gryffindor table to sit next to the Weasley's.
"Heya HIC guys!" said Draco
"Hi!"
"This is HIC Harry
if you don't already know."
"Hi HIC everyone!" Harry waved cheerfully.
The Weasley's (except Percy)
looked at them strangely.
"Uh – is there some hiccupping epidemic going around or something?"
Harry grinned as he sat down next to Percy. "Nah – Percy HIC
got us back"
"Yeah" said Draco "pretty good HIC prank if you ask me"
Percy simmered with pride as he was congratulated by
the entire house, who had been listening in on the conversation.
"Uh, HIC Percy? When do these HIC wear
off?"
"Oh!" Percy
took out his wand and performed the counterspell.
The two boys waited for a moment, before sighing in relief and pulling their
bacons and eggs towards them. "Thanks so
much. We thought we were doomed!"
Later, after finishing his breakfast, Harry got up from the table. "I'll see you in the Hospital Wing OK?" he said to Draco, who nodded, and the continued to stuff his face. "Bye everyone!"
Harry bounded up the stairs and into the Hospital Wing. Checking Madam Pomfrey had her back turned, he quietly crept into his godfather's room when –
WHUMP!
Before he could think what was happening, he was roughly pushed against the wall, arms twisted up behind his back. He struggled to get free, but yelped in pain when he was given a swift kick to the back of his knee.
"Shut up!" a man's rough voice commanded.
The man pushed him out of the room, and towards the main door, but Harry dug his heels in.
"Move it!" the man growled.
Madam Pomfrey turned around at the sound of a strange voice and screamed, the potion bottles in her hand smashing as they hit the ground.
The man turned them to face her and pulled out a knife.
"Use that," he said, indicting the wand on the table, "and he's dead." Harry felt the cold, biting blade of the knife snick against his skin, and a trickle of blood fell down his neck.
His heart thumped wildly.
Was he going to die?
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Remus saw Harry skip away from the Gryffindor table, and decided, on instinct, that it might be better to follow him.
Who knows what sort of trouble that boy could get himself into!
He smiled to himself as he climbed the stairs. Lily and James would have been proud. They had –
An ear-piercing scream and the smash of glass rent the air, cutting through his thoughts.
It was Poppy.
He took the steps 2 at a time, and sprinted as fast as he could towards the Hospital Wing.
He wrenched open the door, and his heart skipped a beat.
Madam Pomfrey was staring, horrified, at a short, balding man. Over the man's shoulder, Remus could see a trembling mop of black hair.
The man turned to stare at him.
Remus gasped.
It was Peter. Peter holding a knife to Harry's skin. Peter, his hands already red with Harry's blood.
Peter, going to kill James' son.
Remus growled deep in his throat. His eyes flashed. No one – no one, would ever hurt Harry!
Remus made to lunge at him, but something in his former friend's eyes made him stop.
They were completely blank.
No! They took Peter! They made him, but he didn't want to go. No, leave Wormtail alone.
Something clicked in Remus' brain.
Imperius
"Peter!" he screamed "Peter! Snap out of it."
But Peter just continued to stare blankly at him, with his knife at Harry's neck.
It was so nice and – warm in here. Hmmm... Floating...
"Peter! It's me – Moony!"
So happy. Wait... hmmmm?
"Don't' you remember? The marauders? Padfoot? PRONGS? PETER!"
Prongs...Prongs... there was something he should remember about that. Prongs... a stag? Stag...
He looked down to see a mop of black hair.
JAMES!
He had to – but it was so warm and-
NO!
He struggled with the heaviness on his mind.
take the boy
But that was James' son
take the boy!
No!
TAKE THE BOY
"NO I WONT!"
Remus took in a breath at the words Wormtail just screamed.
"Wormtail! You can do it! Please, please try! Please!"
take him!
But Wormtail wasn't very strong, and the curse was already pulling him under again.
"Can't – Remus – Moony – too strong" he gasped out
Take the boy!
"Please Peter!"
"I'm – I'm sorry"
TAKE HIM!
Remus watched in horror as Wormtail's eyes faded into their blank state again.
Then he pulled out a PortKey.
"Mooonnyyy!" Harry screamed, and Remus lunged for him.
"Wormtail – NO!"
But with the blink of an eye, they were gone.
-o-o-o- End of Chapter 13 –o-o-o-
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! 13 pages in word :D 3432 words in story. Yay, go me!!
Grrr damn thing doesn't do stars OR swirls sulks
Hahaha how funny is that image? Draco Malfoy snot-extraordinaire (as we know him from JK) stuffing his face with bacon and eggs! Damn that's funny :D
HP3 is coming out TOMORROW!! (at times like these, living downunder really sucks. But oh well – I'll live)
Im seeing it Friday nite (day after 2moro) and I AM SO EXCITED. Give me goss all ye luckys whove already seen it. Is it good? They took the rating down from M15 to PG because ppl complained. Is it scary enough to be M15? WHEEEEE IM HYPER JUST THINKIN ABOUT IT :D :D :D
I just proof read and realised i've been spelling Weasley like Weasly. I misspelled a canon character's name! Noooooo! How could I?! In the words of Jacques in Finding Nemo – "I am ashamed".
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ANSWERS TO REVIEWS (WOO!)
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You are forgiven :D But ONLY if you forgive me for not updating since March – I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY!!!! :(
But pah – keyboards these days! They just cant take the strain. And what is with this stupid thing? I wanted to make it cool and elvy! sulks
A.J. of Gryffindor
Hurrah! And I love your stories too :D Im reading Dead or Alive at the moment, but I also started reading trial of Sirius Black
They're great – I LOVE THEM :D
And don't worry – Sirius will get better
Flight of the Wild
Ah, to faint ... :D
Ummmmmm well its sort off answered in this section – but well, Dumbledore being Dumbledore doesn't really reveal much about how he knows these sorts of things shakes fist but I'll touch it again a teensy bit in the next chapter.
Which, judging by my latest performance, wont be out til next year (lol – jk)
Samara-Morgan-101
Yes, I was proud :)
But not much is to be said about this update :(
Eric2
Thanku!! :D
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I updated :D (well DUH, me.) lol
MissMoony16
Girlfriends? Ah sorry. Don't get me wrong, its certainly not a bad idea and I will definitely include it in other coming stories, but not this one. Mainly cos I'm pretty much up to the whole ACTION! ADVENTURE! DANGER! OHNO-NESS (hey – that is so a word :P) here, and I can't fit in new characters without screwing everything. Besides, the whole idea is that Sirius and Remus are sooo alone and their lives are screwed, so having a girlfriend would take part of that away (and Sirius would probably not be all weirded out as much).
Really sorry about that!! But I hope you enjoy it without the presence of girlfriends anyway.
Vasquez1987
I ask for reviews because I like to know that people are actually bothering to read my stories.
It's nice to know you're not posting them to no one.
I don't care if people just write that's its good, and please continue, because any little nice comment makes my day, and that tells me that there are people out there who actually want me to update, and think its worth continuing to read. And if they are way adamant about not reviewing, do you really think two little words will change their mind?
A little thing to think about.
ShadowMecha
THAT'S RIGHT! DIE, ENGLISH! DIE!
But ANYWAY, yes I updated! And it's a SUPER LONG chapter!! doo doo doooo!
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He will, indirectly winks mwahahaha. Lol :P
Dearest sister minewaves clove of garlic at approaching marshmallow orc
Get back, you! Back I say!!
You are the evil flowerpot of DOOM!
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In other news, there was an interview with JK about future hp, and this is one bit:
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Debbie: What will Ron's
job be when he leaves school?
JK Rowling replies - Well,
assuming he lives to leave school... I'm not going to tell you :)
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What? WHAT?! NOOOOOOOO NOT RON!
I'll bet he dies though. I just bet he does. Just to piss me off. Grr. Arrr.
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Also concerning my 'Azkaban' story –
I just thought i'd make it clear - Harry did NOT kill Ron
and Hermione, he was falsely convicted.
Millions and millions of people – OK, fine, 2 – suggested that I continue on
from that chapter. While I said I
wouldn't, I'm now reconsidering, because these ideas are popping into my head
and forming a plot line :D
But that will come out probably only after TE is finished – bear with me! I'll try and get my
ass movin...
Wheee millions and millions of teeny wheeny ficlets are circling round my head and getting bigger and bigger and BIGGER AND I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!
THIS CALLS FOR DRASTIC MEASURES!! takes out clipboard and pen, and settles on beanbag. Writes and writes and writes and writes and writes and....