A/N: The theme songs from the previous chapter are real songs. Ron's is Pretty Fly for a White Guy by Off Spring (I'm almost 95 possitive on the artist). Hermione's is In the Arms of an Angel by Sarah Mclaghrin. Harry's theme song is Breathe No Moreby Evanescence. Draco's is In the Light by Full Blown Rose.

Also a BIG thank you to all the reviewers who helped give me an idea of what Voldermort would be up to. Especially Zacharias Aingeal, Mis Lesley, violet7amethyst, and Staryday.

Warning: This chapter contains sexual abuse, though hopefully not so graphic as to get this story kicked off as BSoP was kicked off twice! I do hope the seriousness of the crime is made clear to the readers and effects them emotionally.

Chapter Three

As the last note of the song whispered away, the light engulfing Harry dimmed. Hermione and Ron watched with broken hearts as their best friend was gently lowered unconscious to the bed. They sat there in silence for several long minutes before they got the strength to move. Hermione brushed sweat soaked hair from Harry's face, and gently took up the cloth by a bowl of water on the nightstand. Ron pulled the covers back up over Harry's too thin body as she bathed his face.

The last potions class for the day was filing out of Severus' classroom when Draco gently pushed his way in. Severus looked up at his godson, his face blank. Draco smiled lazily and leaned one hip up against his desk. Severus sighed and leaned back in his chair, his hand coming up to massage between his eyes.

"What do you need, Draco?"

"I have a question concerning last night's reading." Draco answered. They both knew that wasn't why he was there, but the blonde bent over and pulled his text book out and flipped it open. By the time, he found the correct chapter they were the only ones left in the room. Draco smiled slyly and flicked his wand.

"Here it is." The door shut softly and a ward of silence hummed around them. "Godfather, I'm worried about you. You're looking a bit peaky."

"I don't have time for this." Severus stood, but before he could storm away Draco caught his wrist.

"I can help." Draco said quietly.

"I'll let you know if I need help, but I assure you I am quite capable of handling my affairs." Severus glared, his voice going frosty. "I'm warning you, Draco. Do not make things difficult for me or you will learn just how far I'll indulge your stupidity."

Draco stood and adjusted his robes. After a long minute, he finished and lifted his head to meet his godfather's eyes. "You're tired and I'll assume it is your fatigue talking."

"Draco." Severus sighed and put his hand on the teen's shoulder. "You're right. I'm just not allowed to give you any information, and if you go looking for it, you could expose the project to unwanted attention. I can neither afford nor let that happen."

"I understand." Draco nodded. "But do remember you can rely on me."

"I will. Now let's go to dinner."

After dinner, Pansy and Draco walked slowly down the hall heading toward the Slytherin Common Room. Greg and Vince were only a few steps behind them. They were halfway there before they could be confident their conversation wouldn't be overheard.

"The Gryffindors are saying Potter's out getting special training for the war, but the inner Potter clique is too distressed for that to be true." Pansy said lightly, as if talking about the weather.

"And the other little Gryffindors all believe that?" Greg snorted.

"He's not dead." Vince said slowly. "Is he?"

"No." Draco shook his head. "We'd have seen more of a reaction then just distress and they wouldn't keep it to themselves. Undoubtedly, they'd spread news of Potter's death through the whole House, and eventually the whole school."

"So we're not going to get anywhere without asking those with the right answers." Pansy hummed. "Draw straws?"

"Not yet." Draco shook his head, though it was hard. The haunting song was still lingering in his head and he really needed to see Potter, but his godfather was sincerely scared that someone of questionable loyalties would learn the truth surrounding the Golden Boy's newest disaster. Poking around would seriously invite a security leak. "Let's leave it for now and just keep watch from afar. We don't have enough information to go offensive."

Severus stared at Number 4 Private Drive. This would be the last night and then he'd have all he needed to try and pick up the pieces. He shivered as his thought brought the haunting song to mind. He didn't know why he was hesitating. It wasn't like him, but the house seemed ominous tonight. With a determined glare, Severus straightened his back and strode forward. He quickly settled down in the living room as he had previously. He murmured the spell as he closed his eyes, and he joined with the last of the memories.

Harry sat at the dinner table. Aunt Petunia refused to look at him, and talked with Dudley and Vernon. His uncle would shoot him hot glares every few seconds. Harry tried to ignore it all and get his shaking hand to carry the scraps of food on his plate to his mouth. Halfway through the meal, he lifted his head a bit and met his cousin's gaze. Dudley didn't sneer hatefully. He watched, face impassive, but his lips were turned down into a frown. Harry ducked his head again quickly, fearing abuse.

His head was getting fuzzy. He'd worked in the yard all day today and it had been warm. The table wavered for a split second before coming into focus again. He thought it better to escape now before he ended up face first in the mash potatoes. He pushed back and staggered to his feet. He was really tired. The stairs rocked and slid beneath his feet. For a second he thought he was back at Hogwarts, and that thought speared through him with equal amounts of pain and happiness.

Finally, he was in Dudley's second room and laying on the bed. Everything stilled and the nausea bled away. He sighed and closed his eyes as his body went numb. This wasn't right. He'd overworked dozens of times in his life, had pushed himself until he fainted from exhaustion, but never had he felt like this. Something was wrong with him. Something was keeping him fogged and limp. A potion? But he wasn't at school. His family couldn't do magic. Drugs? In his food? His drink?

Hours later (or was it minutes?) he heard his uncle's footsteps coming up the stairs. Harry's heart began to beat faster. He moaned and tried to roll over, tried to stand. He still couldn't move! Terror streaked through him and he threw himself to the side. He didn't even rock. No! No, he couldn't be helpless! He deserved to be punished. He had accepted that, but why couldn't he move? He had to move!

The door opened and the hall light sliced into his eyes, blinding him. The door shut. Harry still couldn't see. His chest was heaving. Vernon's heavy steps drew closer. Harry could hear him breathing. He whimpered, tried to lift his hand, to ask for mercy just this once. His finger barely twitched.

His eyes began to clear. He saw a large round outline, leaning close. Hands were tugging at his shirt. Cool air brushed over him, he whimpered again and hot tears ran into his ears. Not the belt. But he deserved it. It would hurt, but it was just pain. He would live through it. Unlike Sirius. It was the least he deserved.

I've been looking in the mirror for so long…

Hands again. His pants were sliding down, exposing him. Harry's eyes widened and he began to struggle, choking noises rising from his throat in panic. The window rattled a bit as his magic tried to push out. It was finally rising up to protect him and Harry almost cried out in relief. But it slipped away, slid through his mental fingers until he couldn't reach it. No! Something was blocking him, numbing his control over his power!

But I've come to believe…

"Worthless freak." Vernon growled. "It's about time you started paying me back for all the trouble you've put my family through."

my soul's on the other side…

Soft cries filled the room as Harry was rolled onto his stomach. His limp arms were pulled back behind him to the small of his back. One of Vernon's large hands captured the thin wrists easily, effectively becoming living shackles. The small body beneath him began to tremble slightly and Vernon growled, working faster. A subtle tremor ran through the floor, but fell still once more.

All the little pieces falling...

Harry lay helpless. His legs were spread and then his knees bent. It was all so slow. He wanted to scream, tried to, but not even his throat was under his control anymore. Mindless with terror, he tried to fight. Bite, scratch, anything to get himself free. Naked. Hands running over his skin. He was gasping, hyperventilating as his high pitched whining and the stink of his fear filled the room. His shoulders burned from the pressure his uncle was putting on them, but that was forgotten as he became aware of something smooth and hard brushing his bare cheeks. Harry jerked once, a wail rising from his throat, the sound of a wounded animal. The magic kept slipping away.

Shattered…

"No." Harry managed to moan before slow agony enveloped his world. "Nooooooo."

Shards of me too sharp to put back together…

Harry was familiar with pain. But this was not just pain. Slowly, excruciatingly, his uncle slid fully into him, pulling tight at his wrists. Why? Why was this happening? No! He didn't want this! Stop it! Stop! Why wasn't his magic coming? Useless, freak. Pain. Humiliation. His uncle was panting, moaning. Harry could hardly breathe. Thrust. Thrust. Foul, disgusting. Completely helpless.

too small to matter…

"Oh, yeah. Oh, yes. Oh, fuck. So good. Bloody hell."

but big enough to cut me into so many little pieces…

Faster. Soul deep. Vile. Weak. Harry was keening and urine soaked into the mattress adding to the scent of terror. The hot acid of it spreading to his stomach. The stench, the rocking. His uncle's slimy sweat on his bare back, coating his skin. He choked and bile rose in the back of his throat. Panicking, he tried to thrash again. He jerked, the window cracked.

And I bleed…

He was wild, lost, drowning. With fear. With pain. Filth poured into his soul and his uncle cried out hoarsely as he released his terrible seed deep in Harry's unwilling body. Harry heaved with a wretched cry. Vernon grunted and shoved him over onto his side, and Harry's vomit soaked into his hair. Blood coated semen began leaking from between his legs. Harry was frantic to get it off of him. Get it out! But he could only twitch a muscle spasmed every few seconds. Frantic to escape the panting gasps coming from his uncle, escape the deep pain, the still clawing fear more powerful than he had ever known, he dove into himself. He dove so deep that he was no longer conscious even though his eyes were open, staring. Corpse-like.

I bleed…

He never saw his cousin creep into his room and carry him into the bathroom to clean him up. He never heard Dudley's promises that Vernon would never touch him again. He never noticed his aunt kicking Vernon from the house and calling the cops. He didn't notice the days go by. Didn't notice as Dudley fed him twice a day and talked to him constantly. He never heard his aunt tell him to gather his things and get ready to go to the train station. Never realized his body obeyed and moved and breathed without him. He didn't see. Wasn't aware. He was dead.

Severus staggered from the house and vomited. Then he walked a few feet more just to hunch over, bile pouring from his mouth. This was bad. Very, very bad. Rape was a violent primitive violation of a person's soul and body. The last rape of a magical witch or wizard had happened one hundred and thirty eight years ago. That was how rare it was. Molestation was a little more common, but still a vile transgression.

Molestation in the wizarding world was when one casts a spell to make an unwilling partner loose their mind temporarily with lust. Or when one's body is used while they are unconscious, but the outright rape of a person when their mind is naked of any intoxication and fully aware was beyond loathsome.

In the wizarding world, rape was the worst crime one could conceive of. It was worst than murder and the same as soul stealing. It was so bad that a rapist is executed immediately without trial because a witch or wizard rape victim lost not only their dignity and control, but also their magic. Whereas molester would get a trial and go to prison, the victim of molestation would be damaged, but not permanently handicapped.

For whatever reason that the person's innate magic was unable to stop the rape, the victim will feel a deep betrayal and will wall themselves off from their own power permanently and irreversibly. Never before in magical history had a rape victim regain full control of their magic, and every single one, no exceptions, eventually killed themselves.

On average, most died within a month of the rape. The longest a rape victim had ever survived was eight months and that was because they were watched constantly. But when the victim was prevented from ending her life, her heart just stopped. There was no physical reason. Her heart just gave out.

"And I breathe…… I breathe no more…"

Severus shivered with horror and threw up again. He'd never seen a rape victim. He'd read about it of course, but never had he met someone who had been so violated. Not even the Death Eaters, during raids, while torturing muggles, had raped anyone. Shaking, he sunk to his knees with a moan. He couldn't get it out of his head. He kept seeing that broken child, held immobile and taken against his will. He could still hear Harry's animal-like cries of pain and terror. He could still smell the fear, urine, despair, and sickness mixing with the smell of sex.

He heaved again, but nothing came up. Tears were falling down his bloodless cheeks. He had to get it together. He had to apperate back to the school. But he couldn't stand. He was paralyzed. He literally couldn't think around what he knew. Harry had been raped. He gagged. Oh, Merlin. He couldn't fix this. He couldn't! He shut his eyes tight against the desolate gray of predawn, huddled and miserable on the Dursley's front yard. The smell of his own vomit clung to him. The horror of that house writhed in his mind. He had to bite his lip hard to keep from screaming.

Draco jerked awake as his curtains were pulled open, his hand snapping under the pillow to grip his wand. When he saw it was just Pansy, he relaxed and stretched with a yawn. His friend blushed deeply at realizing he was shirtless. Draco smirked lazily, but Pansy shook her head sharply.

"Something's wrong with Professor Snape."

Draco stood quickly, threw on a shirt, and hurried after her. The Head of Slytherin House had a suite a hall away from the Common Room. Pansy was explaining that she had woken from a bad dream and went for a walk, and found his door wide open. Severus never left his door open. Draco looked into the sitting room and found his godfather lying on the couch, his knees brought up to his chest. He looked to be sleeping, but every few seconds his whole body would shake.

"I'll take care of it." Draco said firmly.

"Are you sure?" Pansy frowned.

"Yes. Go on." He pushed her out the door and shut it.

Carefully, he crept to his godfather's side. The man looked sick. His face was chalky pale and clammy. His eyes were twitching rapidly under his red rimmed eyelids. And there was the shivering and defensive position. Draco went to the cabinet across the room and pulled out a Calming draught and a Dreamless Sleep potion. He carefully poured both into his godfather's mouth and helped him swallow. Severus moaned softly in distress before sinking under.

"Rest." Draco said softly.

His eyes were dark with worry as he left the man alone and hurried to Dumbledore's office to inform him Severus wouldn't be teaching today. He'd never seen his godfather like that before. Not when he was hexed with Crucio, not when he came home from being forced to participate in the Dark Lord's games. Draco had seen him frightened, angry, disgusted, and depressed, but he'd never seen him so shaken before. It looked like things were worse than he could have ever guessed.

The four Gryffindors, lead by Hermione, went straight to Dumbledore's office as soon as their morning classes were over. All of them were really worried about Snape not teaching any of his classes. They didn't believe the story of him coming down with Wizarding Flu at all. They knew it had something to do with Harry. And they knew it didn't mean anything good, and they were determined to find out the truth.

They got to the gargoyle, but before they could even start guessing at the password it sprang aside. They didn't complain and hurried up the stairs. Dumbledore stood at a window, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, and his back to them. The four said nothing and waited patiently, but as the minutes dragged on their fear grew. Finally, Hermione couldn't take it anymore.

"Sir? Headmaster? Is everything alright with Professor Snape? Is Harry okay?" She asked in a rush.

Dumbledore turned slowly. It looked like he was made of rusted tin and the Gryffindors paled. The ancient wizard gestured to the chairs in front of his desk and they slowly sat. Dumbledore took his own seat behind his desk, with a long sigh. Fawkes flew over and began trilling soothingly. Dumbledore smiled and stroked his head feathers.

"Professor Snape will be fine. He's tired from casting the memory charms, but the house is done and he has all the information he needs to help Harry. I've spread the flu rumor because Professor Snape will want a few days exclusively with Harry."

"Do you think he'll be fine? Professor Snape knows how to help him?" Hermione asked excitedly.

"Professor Snape will do all he can." Dumbledore promised. "But it will be a hard process. He must get Harry to accept what he went through and that will be painful for Harry. Also, Professor Snape is trying to get him to be honest and that is not an easy task. Because of the situation, I'm going to have to ask you not to visit Harry again until Professor Snape makes progress. You are Harry's incentive in a way."

"But Professor!" Ron protested. "We want Harry to know we're there for him no matter what! Not only if he does what he's told!"

"I understand that and so will Harry. He'll be told that your visits are up to Professor Snape's discretion. So he'll know you want to see him, but it is Snape preventing it."

"We understand." Hermione said softly. "How will we ask the Professor if we can see him?"

"Come to me. We don't want you associated with Professor Snape any more than normal. No one can know of Harry's condition and any unusual behavior will draw the curious."

"So that means we have to be perkier in class." Ginny said.

"Yes. It seems others have already noticed your attitudes. It is inconsistent to the story that Harry is merely away training."

"We can say we were acting worried and sad because my Gram was in the hospital." Neville offered. "It's true. She was. And I just got a letter this morning saying she's out and doing fine."

"Perfect." Dumbledore beamed at him. "Now off you go and try not to worry so much. Harry is in good hands."

The Gryffindors said their goodbyes and left the Headmaster alone. Dumbledore sat back in his chair, all of his charm and confidence pouring from him, leaving a man who stared blankly at his desk. Guilt weighed heavily on him. It smashed his spirit, made his bones brittle. Tiredly, he stood and went up to his room.

Severus reviewed the magical recorders that showed what Harry had been doing since he had become aware. He watched the Headmaster's conversation and the visits by his friends, and bit his lip. Harry didn't seem suicidal. He even seemed cheerful, but Severus knew better. Harry never once asked where he was or when he was getting out. Without a doubt, if someone offered to let him leave, he'd refuse. He never mentioned what happened, probably wasn't conscious of it, the memories buried. If anyone got close to unpleasant subjects, his eyes would go glassy and he'd retreat.

But that was only a stalling technique. He was creating insulation between him and the horrors in his mind. It wouldn't be enough to stop the eventual breakdown and need for death. But this was Harry Potter. Nothing was ever the way it should be. Severus noticed he had reacted strongly to the theme song charm. Maybe he had some control of his magic. If he did, that was a great sign of possible recovery. So that was the first thing he decided to test.

He entered Harry's room. All of his confidence seemed to be left on the other side of the door. Seeing Harry in person brought back what he witnessed and it took all his self-control not to gag. Luckily, it looked like Harry was sleeping and unaware of his struggle. Taking deep breaths, Severus began walking forward again, his arms filled with a tray carrying lunch. He placed it on the nightstand for now.

"Harry. Wake up. Come on, Potter. I brought you lunch."

The boy stirred and blinked pale green eyes up at the Professor. Severus kept his face blank, but wanted to frown. Why had Harry's eyes gone dead again? Was it the song? Did he even remember what it sounded like? They stared at each other and when neither moved nor spoke, Harry's eyes began to darken slowly. Severus relaxed his shoulders. It must have been him that caused the boy to retreat. Just his presence had made the boy draw away. Maybe thinking he was here to terrorize him.

"Good afternoon, Harry." Severus said calmly, neither gentle nor harsh. "I assure you that now that we are free of observers I will not act the Death Eater. Are you hungry?"

Harry stared uncertainly. Severus handed him the food and pulled out a book from his robes. It was a muggle psychology book, but the cover was wiped clean. Harry wouldn't be able to tell what it was about. It took almost two hours for Harry to finish. When he pushed it away, Severus put the book down and put the tray to the side.

"Do you need to use the bathroom?"

"Yes, sir." Harry said meekly, reminding Severus harshly of how he spoke to Vernon. He almost flinched, but stopped from giving into his reaction completely.

"When we are alone, I like my friends to call me Sev." Severus lied through his teeth. First, they weren't friends. Not yet and most likely not ever if Harry had a say. Second, no one had called him Sev in his entire life.

"Yes, Sev." Harry answered, lips twitching with a smile.

Severus smiled back and picked up the book again so the boy didn't get uncomfortable. Soon enough, Harry was back and climbing into bed. Severus put down the book and went through a long list of health checks. Harry was patient and answered he felt fine after each question. Severus knew this, but used the impersonal topic to make Harry even more at ease with his presence.

"Do you have your wand? I'd like to check your magical levels."

"Ummm…" Harry bit his lips. His eyes searching for his wand. He wouldn't be without it, would he? There! It was on the nightstand. He smiled at his Professor and took it into his hand.

"Try a simple levitation charm on this book." Severus ordered and Harry nodded.

"Wingardium Leviosa." He said, swishing his wand.

The book didn't even tremble. They tried two dozen other spells that Harry should have been able to do easily, but none worked. When asked, Harry said that his wand didn't feel warm in his hand like it usually did. It felt like normal wood. Severus mentally winced and cowered before the information, but on the outside he nodded and kept a professional façade.

"You just need more rest. Will that be okay? I know you must miss your friends."

"No. I'm fine here." Harry hurriedly assured, brushing his bangs from his face and unintentionally reveling his scar.

"I'll bring you some things to keep you occupied." Severus offered. "It can get boring wallowing in bed, no?"

Harry's lips twitched uncertainly. Was that supposed to be funny or was it a critique about his weakness? Severus saw and smoothly put the teen at ease. "I'm quite jealous. I'd love to take some time for rest and relaxation. Enjoy it while you can, Harry."

"I will, Sev. Thank you." Harry said, eyes brighter than Severus had seen since he had walked in the room.

"So what's your preference? Books, cards, chess?"

"Books, I suppose." Harry shrugged.

Severus knew what that meant. He'd touch none of them unless told to do so. Harry wasn't engaging in any activity on his own. Severus had to try and get the boy to make the first move somehow. Relief from boredom wouldn't be enough for Harry to willingly participate in his life. And the opening for him to ask for his friends hadn't been taken either. Severus nodded absentmindedly and left. He had a lot to think about and plan before he came back.

Draco and his friends walked casually around the lake, enjoying the last sunlight of the day. None were wearing their school robes. Draco had on a black, long-sleeved T-shirt and black slacks. Pansy had on a green gypsy skirt and a white button down shirt. Greg and Vince were wearing dark gray slacks and white T's. Draco slipped his hands in his pockets and Pansy linked her arm with his.

"So his Gram was sick." He murmured thoughtfully.

"I don't buy it." Vince said firmly.

"If they found out she was better this morning, then why were they even more anxious than before?" Greg asked with a scowl.

"They're horrible liars." Pansy agreed. "They didn't turn carefree until after lunch."

"And even that attitude is forced." Draco nodded. "Nothing's changed; they're just trying to hide it better."

"Well, they failed." Vince snorted.

"And what about Professor Snape?" Greg frowned. "Is he really sick with the flu?"

"Maybe. Most likely." Draco answered. He felt no qualms covering for his godfather. Even with his friends. "He was feverish and had the chills when I saw him this morning."

"Because of me." Pansy sniffed.

"Maybe so." Draco smiled at her. An eagle owl swooped from the sky and hovered in front of Draco's face. The teen sighed and accepted the letter it carried. "Business. Let's head inside. I have to take care of this."

"Good evening, Harry." Severus said as he walked in with Harry's dinner.

The teen had been sitting up and staring mindlessly at the wall. Hearing his Professor, he turned his head and blinked a few times before dredging up a small smile. Severus placed the tray in the teen's lap, but Harry didn't move to eat. Severus took off his outer robe and draped it on the back of the chair by the bed. Now he just wore a steel colored sweater and black pants. He also tied back his hair and sat, crossing his legs.

"Do you not like it?"

"What?" Harry blinked again and looked down. "Oh… No… It's fine."

Severus watched him through dark seeing eyes, but still Harry didn't move to eat. "Are you hungry?"

"Oh, no... I'm fine." Harry offered his empty smile again.

"Why don't we talk instead?" Severus offered, removing the tray.

"Okay." Harry murmured, looking up and over Severus' left shoulder.

"Do you remember Ms. Granger showing you the charm your class learned the other day? The one that plays someone's theme song?"

"Yes." Harry answered, blinking again. His eyes focused more and turned to really look at Severus. Severus waited, not wanting to throw the boy's attention off. "That one… was… really nice." Harry's brow creased and he bit his lip. When he spoke again, his words were faster and at a more normal pace. "I'd like to hear it again."

"Which one?" Severus pounced on it, heart beating fast, though his face didn't show his interest.

"Hmmm…." Harry turned his face away.

Severus thought he had lost him again, but then Harry began to hum. Slowly the teen got louder. Severus' eyes widened as he recognized it. Wasn't that the song that came from Draco?

"Heaven hope come and change me... Out of ashes make me whole…" Harry sung gently. He had a beautiful voice.

"That's Mr. Malfoy's song." Severus said when he was sure Harry wouldn't say more.

"Draco." Harry said and turned his eyes back to Severus. "Something happened. He's changed?"

Severus wanted to jump up and down. Harry was interested. Truly interested, and that could save his life if Severus could just build and expand on that feeling. Damn his godson, but it looked like he'd need his help after all. Thank Merlin tomorrow was Friday.

"I'll bring him if you want. You two can talk about it."

Harry's eyes searched his teacher's and found no deceit, not that he was confident he'd be able to recognize it even if he did see it. He wanted to say no. This was the boy whose father was there when…. Harry's mind jerked away and derailed bad. His eyes paled and he sat limp. Severus called him several times before he stirred again.

"What?" Harry asked slowly.

"Did you want to talk about Draco's song with Draco?"

That song had been in Harry's mind since he heard it. The words were fascinating. He really did want to hear it first hand. He found himself nodding before he had decided for sure. Severus smiled at him. It was warm and caring. Harry smiled back, pleased, though not sure why he felt that way. Severus handed him the tray again. This time he ate.

Chapter end

A/N: Hello. Hope you like the story. I'm having a great time writing it. I'm a little disappointed that so few are reading it, and wanted to know if any of you could review with a better summary than the one I have. Something to get more people to read Growing Pains. Thanks! Can't wait to hear what you come up with!

A/N2: Reviewers have questioned about Draco becoming Lord Malfoy and who can get into Malfoy manner. These questions and others related to them will be answered in Chapter Eight. Sorry for the wait.