Harry fastened his plum robes with the complimentary golden pin and looked in the mirror. He looked ridiculous, just like the first time he had worn them. There was just no way to look dignified in the ridiculous Wizengamot robes. Even Hermione, usually so lithely elegant, looked more like a prune with bed-hair than an elected representative of Magical Britain.

But sacrifices had to be made. And at some point, if things went right, they could just change the horrid tradition. For a moment, Harry wished they had included that in their current draft of the bill. However, the bill was already a monstrous thing requiring rolls of parchment that would have been impossible to carry without magic.

"All ready?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, I suppose I am," Harry sighed.

"Oh, don't look so glum! We're about to make history here."

"It's just a first reading. we will go over the different points—which will take hours—and then everyone will go home to complain that it's a scandal. It's not until next week that things will get interesting."

"Can you just stop complaining and get moving?"

Harry grumbled and followed her, taking her arm to side-along. As usual, a few reporters were waiting for them in the lobby, but Kingsley had increased security, knowing that their debut in legislation would cause a stir. They moved to the checkpoint where an elderly guard waited for them to present their wands.

"Going into the courts today, Mr. Potter?"

"Aye, I am, Adolph."

"Good morning," Hermione said.

"Morning, Miss Granger. I'm tellin' ya, those limpets from the press are something today. They were quite rude to Mrs. Longbottom as well. She's waitin' for ye, right over there."

"Thanks a lot," Harry said, "you have a good day."

"Mr. Potter," said another woman guard, waving at him.

"Isabelle."

They moved past the checkpoint and towards Augusta Longbottom and Cassius Carrow.

"How come you're so friendly with everyone?" said Hermione.

"Because I've been working here for five years," he said matter-of-factly. "Plus this is the only intelligent conversation I'll have in these halls today, I imagine."

"Hey!"

"I didn't mean you!"

#

They greeted their colleagues. Augusta was wearing a worried frown and Cassius a sullen expression. They had serious doubts about the bill, but after countless hours of arguing—where Harry had proudly provided the convoluted reasoning to justify it—they had agreed to stand behind it with the whole neutral block one hundred percent.

Harry knew this was mostly his notoriety at play, but for once he didn't mind using it. The reasons he gave were so good, he almost believed them himself.

With exchanges of Lord-this-and-that, meeting up with Fawley, who was speaking to the other nine of the voting block, they nervously made their way to the main courtroom. Greengrass was waiting to intercept them with his posse: Ornelia, Mary Slughorn, Bones and a few others. Clearly, he meant to make a point: 'You're not getting this bill without going through us.' Normally, there would be some compromise. Not this time.

"Lord Potter," he said dramatically, going to shake his hand. "You have us all on pins and needles, I have to tell you. A bit—surprised that you didn't ask for our help, I'm sure we could have come to an agreement and made this whole process so much easier—of course that's not yet off the table. Whatever minor change this is, we'll be too glad to guide you through it."

"You'll find there's nothing minor about anything we do, Lord Greengrass."

"Quite so," Augusta butted in. "You'll be taken aback by what WE have put together."

"Well," Ornelia, Alpharius' sister, interrupted, "we can always expect something surprising from the fence-sitters, can't we? Like when you opposed my dear brother's last bill."

"I still do, Ornelia," Augusta shot back.

"It looks about time, doesn't it?" Cassius said, tapping his watch. "Oh, mercy, this will take a while."

"Yes," Alpharius said, wearily eyeing Cassius. "Right, let's enter. Come on, everyone, law and magic does not wait."

They entered. Cassius, Harry and Augusta took place on a row higher than Hermione and Perditus Fawley, who sat with the rest of the neutral officials. Over the next few minutes, the court filled up almost to capacity. It was rare that a first reading would have this many participants, but this was after all Harry and Hermione's first legal splash as members of the Wizengamot. They were all interested to see what would happen, or take a piece of the public uproar it would inevitably cause.

The murmurs died down as Greengrass took the Chief Warlock's position at the dais. "Good morning. The order of the day is as you all know the time we have put aside this session for the reading of Lord Potter and Official Granger's bill, sponsored by Lady Longbottom, Lords Carrow and Fawley. Any remaining time will be spent on other points on the agenda, such as funding for the DMLE's Enforcement Department. I all ask you to reign in your comments for after the reading, where we might start preliminary debate.

"Lady Longbottom, if you will."

Augusta stood up and spoke primly. "I will leave the introduction of the bill to Lord Potter, as well as commentary, with assistance from Mrs. Granger."

Harry took the leather bag from Hermione and tapped it. A string of large scrolls floated out of them and to each member of the Wizengamot, or the empty spot where they had their seats. A few moments later, as they were unfurled, a derisive laugh erupted from the centre section of the auditorium.

"Is this a joke? I've barely begun reading it and it already throws two dozen laws out!"

"Lord Flint!" Greengrass shouted. "Commentary will be reserved for after the introduction of the bill. Thank you."

But as the scrolls were magicked around, more exclamations of disbelief followed. Lady Malfoy, who was sitting next to Lord Burke, went even more pale than usual as she unfurled the scroll. Greengrass read the bill looking as if he didn't believe it was real and turned to Ornelia, sharing a look of indignation. Greengrass looked up at their group and smiled condescendingly.

"Lord Potter, before we begin, you do realise this bill has to go through a vote next week to even be considered?"

"Yes, I'm aware."

"And after this vote, you will have to work with a two-thirds majority to pass it?"

"I'm aware of that as well—all persons involved are."

Many were simply scandalised. Interestingly enough, the traditional block was being quiet. Prewett was whispering with Nott over the details of the bill. It was no surprise they would like it given how it was presented.

"Chief Greengrass," Theodorus Yaxley, a tired looking man in his 50's, spoke up, "is this not simply a time-waster? Is this worthy of the court's attention? Surely there are better uses for our time than this—what do you even call it?"

Harry stood, ready to make the introduction. "As you can see after the introduction, we have opted to call it the Anti-Voldemort Bill."

There were several shocked laughs from the auditorium, but Harry continued.

"The main purpose of this bill is to repeal laws and bye-laws that were introduced during Voldemort's reign, or as a direct consequence of his actions. On top of that it examines the reasoning for those laws and will include the repealing of several laws with similar purposes. This includes economic laws like W251, W278, W301 and W78.b, as well as restrictions on magic like S131, commonly known as the Trace Act of 1892. You'll find the reasoning behind the different choices for the bill in each paragraph."

Bones was the next one to interrupt him. "You want to repeal the Unforgivable Act! Lord Potter, have you gone mad? This is scandalous! Inconceivable—"

"Should you keep reading, Lord Bones," Harry piped up, "you will see the reasoning for that as well. We have laws protecting against murder, coercion and torture—both of muggles and magicals. Need I remind you how many on both sides used Unforgivables during both Wars? None of which were prosecuted? All the justification necessary, you will find in our draft."

Greengrass quieted down the courtroom, calling for order, but looking none too pleased himself. It was difficult keeping order when what their bill proposed was something that grabbed Wizarding Britain by the roots and tore out a very great deal of its foundations. Although to be honest, most of those laws were just needlessly empowering the wrong people in the Ministry, which was part of the reason for their outrage.

Harry continued introducing the bill, being periodically interrupted by one or another member of the Wizengamot, and being helped by Hermione, Augusta and Cassius along the way. Every point discussed had a significant portion of the Wizengamot looking green at the gills.

Some points were just outright good points, like opening up restrictions on imports and investment. Anyone with a working brain could see that would only benefit the community. Others were less popular, like the repealing of 73 laws restricting the use of—in most cases—dark magic. But it was all under the good reasoning of 'punish the perpetrator not the magic'. Harry, if he wanted, could cite a dozen cases where dark magic was used in his department where it had been necessary. And of course it was never prosecuted.

The list continued with more less obvious proposals. One of which was the introduction of a separate department for the guarding of the Wizard Prison Azkaban. Another was allowing the use of Veritaserum in particularly violent cases. And of course, the abolition of the Trace.

By the time Harry had worked through the 221 legislative proposals, the room was completely beaten down. The introduction alone had taken nearly three hours. At the end, the session was called closed and a quick motion to continue of the debate was denied. Many members of the Wizengamot probably thinking this disaster of a bill would crash and burn next session with the vote.

Under any normal circumstance, that would be the case. Hermione smiled tiredly at him when they left the courtroom. Cassius let out a great sigh, his wispy hair hanging haggardly in all cardinal directions. "There goes my political capital," he said dejectedly, "not that I had much in the first place. It was a good run, they might even impeach us now."

Harry tapped his shoulder. "Don't worry about that, we'll all be heroes when this is over."

"I did put my trust in you both," Augusta said, "but I am now wondering how you will make this work. It's sensible, I said so when you explained, but good luck telling that to the rest of them."

"We'll make it work," Hermione piped up. "Does anyone want to get lunch?"

Cassius grumbled and Fawley said he had something to do. Augusta said something about her age. Harry felt bad about Hermione trying to fit in and getting rebuffed. "We'll go check with the AD and see if anyone wants to join," he said.

But first he had something else to do. He went smiling up to Greengrass who had just walked out of the courtroom. "Walk with me for a moment?"

Greengrass snorted, but nodded and Harry went further into one of the adjacent hallways leading to the other courtrooms.

"Really, a shame you didn't ask for my expertise. How Lady Longbottom let you go ahead with something so—well, outrageous, I can't imagine. We could have come up with something far more palatable. As it is your bill will get torn to shreds come next session."

"Oh, I don't know about that, Alphie."

Alpharius stopped and turned at the derisive nickname, meeting Harry's excited grin. "And you've dragged me away to… insult me?" he said plainly.

"Not quite, although I guess it is pretty insulting—you I mean. I have a package for you that you might find interesting." He handed him a thick envelope. "Better not open this one in public, if you know what I mean. You're not the only one getting one of these but I wanted to give yours in person."

Alpharius eyed the envelope wearily, then stupidly smiled. "You're joking, of course? What is this, some kind of prank? A practical joke?"

Harry laughed. "Well, it is funny, but not to you. Don't think about it too much, but keep that away from prying eyes. Wouldn't want your wife or—God forbid—your daughters finding out what you get up to when no-one is looking."

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean by that," Greengrass said, a drop of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Right, well, you know what to do. Make sure the bill passes and nobody needs to find out, aye?"

Harry clapped Greengrass on the shoulder and left him there with the envelope, rejoining Hermione. They went down to the Auror Department and found Mathilda in her office, feet up on her desk looking over an open file.

"You mind if we stash these robes here," Harry said, already slipping the plum cloth off him.

"Sure."

"We were going to lunch," Hermione said. "Care to join us?"

She sighed and tossed the folder on top of her desk, standing up. "Yeah, where do you think?" she asked Harry.

"That burger place near the Oval? I'm starving."

#

They went the three of them. He asked about Alfred, but apparently he had gone out to lunch with Ginny. "As friends, of course," Mathilda had added cheekily. "He's helping her get over her divorce."

"How kind of him," Harry had replied with a smirk.

They found themselves sitting at a cramped table in the burger restaurant. Even without a privacy charm, it would be hard for anyone to overhear anything over the noise of the patrons. There was a cricket match on the telly.

"Tell me everything," Mathilda said, sipping on her coke.

"Harry did a very good job," Hermione said. "I don't think I've ever seen an entire room of wizards go green so suddenly."

"Why, thank you," he said with a wink. "I also got the pleasure of delivering Greengrass his letter."

"Ugh," Mathilda complained, "don't remind me, I don't want to lose my appetite. Even if it wasn't really his own daughter—doing that with polyjuice? What a sick fucker."

"But at least he will vote properly now," Harry said.

"I'm still worried," Hermione said. "What if he's willing to fight it out? We don't control the press, we can't prevent him from using whatever contacts he has."

"I don't think he does," Harry said. "From the information Skeeter gave me, ever since the Quibbler got a boost in readership the other newspapers have been trying to catch up. They're not bought like they used to be—mind, there could still be individual reporters doing that job, but nothing on such a grand scale."

"So we're golden?" Mathilda asked.

"There is something that I've been wondering lately." He sat back eyeing his empty plate. "What if someone else has been doing what we're doing right now?"

"Gathering blackmail?" Hermione asked. "Who?"

"We still don't know who ran the Frilly. It's empty now, like it never even existed."

"You know, either way," Mathilda said, "the safehouse is going to be a target."

"Yeah…" He idly pushed around the ice cubes in his glass with his straw. "Have any ideas? I don't exactly trust them, save for Pansy. What happens when they go running back to their old bosses or anyone willing to pay for information?"

"Oh, Harry," Hermione laughed. "You didn't think I would let them in without making sure they're loyal, did you? We will know if one of them talks."

His doubts put at ease by Hermione's forward thinking, they enjoyed their lunch.

#

Things were surprisingly quiet leading up to the second reading. Harry didn't hear as much as a squeak from any of the Wizengamot members. It was doubtful they had many people to talk to about their letters of blackmail, containing photographic evidence taken directly from memory of their perverse acts, but the lack of pushback was indeed strange.

Greengrass had become a ghost again, probably hauling up in his mansion on the eastern coast of England. Surprisingly little was known about the place, except that it was brilliantly magically protected, rivalling even Orion Black's paranoia. He had organised two parties there since the war ended, all invitations handled by carefully handed out portkeys. Harry, of course, had not gone at the time. Those kind of parties weren't his thing.

He should've known things were too good to be true. On Tuesday he got called into Robards' office. He didn't even look up, probably trying to contain his displeasure at their new bill, which he had undoubtedly gotten wind of.

"You're to report to the Minister at once," he said bluntly. "That is all."

With a passing 'yes, sir', Harry went to the elevators and up to the top floor to the offices of the Minister for Magic. He greeted Amanda, Kinglsey's personal assistant, with a smile.

"Minister Shacklebolt is waiting for you. I'll tell him you're here." She awkwardly smiled back and tapped the coloured symbol on the desk to alert Kingsley. Barely seconds later, he opened the door. Harry had seen Kingsley in different moods over the years, but never as he was now, disappointed. Harry could not bring himself to care.

"Come in," he said, moving back to his desk. He did not sit, instead choosing to ominously cross his arms, staring at the bookcases in the back. Harry closed the door and sat down in the chair in front of the Minister's desk.

"What can I help you with?" Harry asked innocently.

He turned around, that same admonishing expression on his face. "How about giving me due notice when you're about to try and break apart the Ministry?"

"Because… you don't approve?"

"I'm not sure that matters now. I brought you here to talk to try and find out why you would do something like this, and what in hell you are trying to accomplish." He laughed dryly. "It's not as if it will pass, so what? You're trying to sabotage not only yourself but also the neutral block which has been a mitigating influence on legislation? I won't let you play ignorance on this… Hermione told me you were fully aware of the details."

Harry stiffened at her mention. He didn't like that Kingsley had called them both in separately. Judging from his reaction, she had stuck to her guns pretty heavily.

"You don't think it will pass?"

"I'm afraid if it does. You have read it, right?"

"Have you? It's very well explained, I provided a lot of the argumentation myself."

"Don't play games with me right now, Harry!" he said, waving his hand. "Talking to Hermione already—I couldn't get a straight answer out of her."

Harry leaned on his knees and sighed. It was going to get to this eventually, but postponing Kingsley's mistrust would be preferable. "Maybe you just weren't listening. What is it that you oppose so much?"

"The Unforgivable Act, why would you repeal that, of all things?"

Harry chuckled. "What, now you're telling me you're the only one who went through two wars without using an Unforgivable? That's not what Dawlish told me—shame what happened to him."

"Those were war times, you know it's different."

"And I guess the Ministry decides what is wartime too? Remember how we weren't at war for fifteen years when everyone thought Voldemort was gone?"

Kingsley plopped down into his chair. "That's almost exactly what Hermione told me. So you won't see reason? I thought with you being an Auror…" He laughed. "Well, it doesn't matter anyway. Friday, the bill will be voted on and I don't see any way this doesn't become the end of your political career."

Harry stood up, seeing the end of the conversation. "You should know better than that. The bill will pass. Try and make peace with that—you'll see, it's for the better. The Aurors should tell you as much, if you take the time to talk with them. When was the last time you did that?"

Looking back at the Minister, Kingsley didn't seem to understand. He waved for Harry to leave. Harry was completely honest when he said it would be for the betterment of of the Auror Department, at least in the long run. There were few places for skilled duelists to go after Hogwarts, and they all ended up wearing the golden Auror insignia. Who else would make use of having free reign of their spells but them?

#

The day of the second session came around, and Harry was antsy. Why hadn't they made a move? Everyone else had been patiently waiting, he had given them enough rope to hang themselves. Nothing happened. Hermione had said it was a possibility. "They could just accept the bill for now and kill it in after it goes to committee." But Harry could smell it in the air, something was being planned. None of his contacts had seen any of the dirty Wizengamot Officials in the open since. Not until Friday, the day of the second reading.

"Time for the day of judgement," Cassius said as they walked towards the courtroom.

"I don't know how you're doing it," Augusta grumbled, "but I guess if you make this happen I'll have to admit to your miracle work. We are in your hands."

"Please don't worry," Hermione said. "We've presented Greengrass with some compelling arguments."

"I will continue worrying, if you don't mind, Ms. Granger," Fawley said, looking exhausted.

The hall outside the courtroom was almost deserted. Rowle was chatting with a chap named Lithewell, who was also in the traditional block. Hermione walked up to them.

"Lord Rowle."

"Granger," he said, raising one eyebrow. "Good day."

"I was wondering if you were going to take opposition."

Rowle looked confusedly back to Lithewell. "Why would we? It should go to Yaxley or one of the other progressives."

"I doubt it will," she answered with a smile. "You might have to take that position—that is, if you wish to."

Harry was trying to piece together what she was saying. If Greengrass or none of the progressive block opposed the bill, it would fall to the traditionalists. That is, as she said, if they wanted to. They might just be short-sighted enough not to oppose it either.

"Uh," Rowle stumbled, "I doubt that will fall to me."

"We shall see," Hermione said.

Taking their seats, Alpharius Greengrass was trying to hide behind the carved wood dais. A pointless effort, as it was only half his size. Everyone seated themselves and there was much less murmuring than before. Most of the noise was coming from Rowle now chatting with Nott and Prewett. It was several minutes of silence before Greengrass spoke up.

"The first order of business today is the second reading of the…" He faltered, narrowing his eyes, and cleared his throat. "The Anti-Voldemort bill," he said reluctantly. "We will now call for a leader to take the opposition."

Again it was silent.

"Yaxley?"

Silence.

"Bones?" Greengrass stared daggers at Richard Bones. He continued down the list. "Slughorn? Flint? Malfoy?" Silence so thick you could cut it with a knife. "Any officials at all on any side willing to take the opposition?"

Harry looked towards the traditionalists and Rowle was just staring open-mouthed in their direction. To anyone present, it was clear something fishy was going on. Even the smallest bills had opposition, some exception for those passed right after the war. But they all kept quiet. Greengrass looked highly conflicted.

"If there is no opposition, this bill will move to committee." Greengrass looked at Harry. "Would Lord Potter care to provide suggestions on committee members?"

He stood up. "Yes, we have a list of parties we would like to involve." He took a piece of parchment from the bench in front of him. "Aside from me and Ms. Granger, we would like to involve Lady Longbottom and Lord Carrow. Additionally, we have listed Lady Slughorn, Lady Malfoy as well as Lord Prewett as members of the committee. We will consult with Captain Mathilda Greshaw and Prosecutor Matthews for matters pertaining to Criminal Law."

"Lords and Ladies," Greengrass said with gritted teeth, "any objections to your appointment?"

A slew of 'Nays', 'Nones' and a quiet 'No' from Narcissa.

"Then I hereby declare the Committee for the Anti-Voldemort Bill, designated W363, formed. Debate will continue through January at the Committee's discretion." He bashed his gavel on the dais and fixed Harry again. It was as if he meant to say this wasn't over, as Hermione predicted.

Congratulations from the neutral side of the auditorium followed. As they were patted on the back, Hermione's intense eyes found his. This was where the real fight began.

#

The first meeting of the Committee would only be in January, in accordance to the slow process of the law. About a week later, he wasn't surprised to see Hermione's otter patronus slide up to him during working hours. They were in Puddlemere for a routine followup on the robbery of a magical artefact. The animal spoke with Hermione's voice. "It happened. Meet us at the farm."

With nary a nod between them, Harry and Mathilda apparated to the safehouse. They hurried inside, where the scene before them was some sight to see. The normally lethargic inhabitants were all clustered around a single person with murder in their eyes. Harry nudged Mathilda and smiled. "Thought it was her—Pansy, you managed well."

"She did," Hermione said with a smile.

"The girls helped, when I told them," Pansy said, she too wearing a frown worthy of her school days.

Harry walked up to the slight blonde kneeling on the floor. "Elaine, Elaine, you really went and did it this time," he said, grabbing her arm. He grinned seeing the bloody mark carved into it by Hermione's hex. It spelled 'SLUT' in jagged letters. "So, it's time for interrogation."

"No! Please! I'll do—"

She was swiftly kicked in the back by Marcy, who looked like she might actually kill her.

"None of that," Harry warned. "She'll get her due."

Harry took her by the arm and Mathilda took the other. They dragged her into the kitchen and threw her in a chair, locking the door behind Hermione and Pansy. He laughed gleefully and set some water on the boil.

"Sure you want to stay for this, Pansy?" he asked.

"Absolutely."

Hermione shrugged.

"All righty, then. Why don't you start telling us who you told about this place and why."

"I—I was scared," she stammered. "They told me they would hurt me—hurt my family. You have to believe me."

"Do you believe that?" Harry asked Mathilda. "Does Elaine even have family?"

"No," she shook her head, "I think she's being a lying bitch as usual."

"I'm not lying!" she plead. But there was a method to Harry's madness and she was most definitely lying.

"Have it your way," he said, walking over to the stove, he waited for a few minutes until the kettle whistled under the high flame. He picked it up with mittens and lifted it all the way above Elaine's head. She struggled to get away, squealing in fear, but Mathilda bound her hands behind her back with a simple spell.

"Start speaking or you can say goodbye to that pretty face of yours." He tilted the kettle ever so slightly, a drop of condensation dripping onto Elaine's face, making her recoil. "I'm not going to wait until it cools down, you know. And we can keep you here until it heals, make it stick."

A few deafening heartbeats later and Harry moved the kettle again.

"All right! All right! I'll tell you, just please… don't."

Harry dropped the kettle on the kitchen table and waited for her breathing to even out. Her eyes still bulged out of her sockets with horror.

"A wealthy client of mine," she gasped. "He said he had friends in high places, could keep me from getting hurt when they found the rest."

"You sought him out, didn't you?" It was a rhetorical question.

"Please don't hurt me."

Mathilda grabbed her hair and pulled it back so Elaine was forced to face her. "His name," she said.

"Horatio Carrow," she said, slumping on the chair. "He never talked much, I don't know anything about him, I swear."

"Huh," Harry said, "we didn't have him in your memories. How come?"

"He used an alias. Adon Excelsior. Just—please don't hurt me."

Harry took his wand and pointed it at Elaine.

"No!"

"Relax! I just have to check."

With the necessary information it was a lot easier to read her mind accurately and see if she'd met with the man before. Thankfully she was telling the truth. Aside from being a wizard who liked the sound of his own voice, he seemed wealthy enough. The shady business type, and a Carrow, which was worrying since they had been working so closely with Cassius recently.

"I've got it," he said.

Hermione took a vial out of her pocket and uncorked it. "Lastly, drink this," she said. "It won't kill you, but if you spill it we might just have to."

"What is it?"

"None of your bloody concern," Harry said. "If we wanted you dead we wouldn't waste a perfectly good potion on you."

She drank it reluctantly and in moments, her eyes closed, and she fell into a deep, corpselike sleep.

"That's one thing dealt with," Hermione said.

"What was it?" Pansy asked.

"Draught of Living Death," Mathilda answered. "She won't wake up unless we want her to, meaning she's not your problem any more."

"And now, moving day," said Harry.

"We better hurry," Mathilda said. "Robards needs us to report back in two hours."

They brought the girls to the new, undisclosed and locked down location. Horatio Carrow was but a middleman, that was easy to see. Mathilda had questioned him before Harry's time in relation to stolen goods and dark artefacts. The type more wealthy people would have do their dirty work for them.

When he reported back to whoever that was, all they would find was an empty cottage. They would need to investigate him, and investigate Cassius, but neither Harry, Hermione or Mathilda thought he was working with their enemies.

They put Alfred on stakeout at the cottage, but all he saw was a single detection spell and the crack of apparition. They were careful, and not easily baited. This would make things a lot more difficult and dangerous. Slowly a picture was starting to form, but they were still missing vital pieces. Their contacts would have to do a lot of work for now, and they would need to remain vigilant, failing that, get lucky.

#

AN: Hopefully the politics isn't so boring. It's more cowboy politics than anything, and it's not planned to take up much space in the overall story, except on a personal level. If it doesn't make sense, blame me. Thank you for reading.