Hey everyone, here's chapter 4 finally we're at Hogwarts!

I've never really been a fan of Ron Weasley, tell me how you guys think Andrew handled him.

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I don't own Harry Potter except for Andrew.


Chapter 4: You're related? That's so cool!

"Alrigh' look…"


Hagrid took a deep breath before going on.

"Alrigh' wha' you two have ta understand is that there are evil wizards ou' there. And they wan' ta hur' you two."

"What? The hell did we do to them?" Andrew asked angrily.

"Well, there was one wizard who enjoyed killin' too much."

"Who was he?" Harry asked quietly.

"Vo- Vol- Nah I can' say it."

"Maybe you could write it down." Harry suggested.

"Nah, can' spell it."

"Oh, that's convenient." Andrew muttered to himself.

"Alrigh' his name was… Voldemort." The gentle giant whispered.

"Voldemort…" Harry said weighing the name.

"Shh! Don't go saying his name everywhere. People are still scared to think it never mind hear it from a child."

Harry and Andrew looked at each other and nodded then turned back to look at Hagrid.

"He's the one who killed our parents isn't he?" Harry asked seriously.

"And my birth parents, right?" Andrew added.

"Aye, bu' tha's all I'm telling you, now let's go finish getting your school things."

Harry looked at Andrew who had at some point pulled up his hoodie and wordlessly moved to meet up with Hagrid. Harry hung his head then, stood up to join his brother. 'Andy, we might not be related by blood, but I swear by all the god's I will protect you!' He thought as he lightly punched his brother's arm.

A few weeks later saw the two boys and their giant companion in Kings Cross train station.

"Here, yer tickets for the train. Oops I've got ta run."

Looking at the tickets Andrew shook head slightly while Harry furrowed his eyebrows.

"This is…"

"Can't be…"

"Hey Hagrid, there's been a mistake, this says platform nine and three quarters, but there's no such…"

"Don't bother Harry, he's gone." Andrew said stopping his brother.

"But how're we gonna find the train? It leaves in a few minutes. Maybe we should ask a conductor."

"No point in wasting our time, we're going to a magical school, and remember what Hagrid, not so subtly put it, we don't reveal our existence to muggies?"

"Muggles." Harry assisted.

"Right Muggles, so we're going to have to figure this all out ourselves." Andrew said as he pulled his cart to a stop and resting against a pillar before,

"Whoa!" He fell through the brick wall he had been leaning on.

"Andy, you alrigh'? Alrigh'… ALRIGHT!" Harry yelled agitatedly.

"Spending too much time with Hagrid, have you?" Andrew's mocking tone echoed back to Harry.

"Bro, you have got to come through here." Andrew said again.

"But, how?"

"Just walk through it, close your eyes if it helps."

Taking a deep breath, Harry ran towards the solid stone wall in front of him, and at the last minute closed his eyes. Opening them again, he found himself on a station, looking at a ruby coloured stream engine train. He stared in awe at the marvellous piece of machinery in front of him.

"Come on; let's get our bags loaded on." Andrew said breaking Harry's trail of thought.

With the help of the train conductor the brothers loaded their bags and made their way onto the train. Walking past compartments, they finally found an empty one near the back. Looking around, Harry sat by the window while Andrew had other plans.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting comfortable." Andrew replied.

"But why would you…"

Before Harry could finish his question, a rather painful sounding thump came from outside their compartment followed by a few choice words that caused Harry to blush slightly and Andrew to snicker. After a few seconds the door slid open and there stood a girl with electric blue hair and a heart shaped face and dark grey eyes.

"Oh, wotcher, name's Tonks." She said with a cheery smile.

"Err, hi I'm Harry."

"…"

"Mind if I join you?" Tonks asked in sweet tone.

"No not at all."

"…"

"So, what's your name?"

"Harry."

"…"

"Nice to meet you Harry." Tonks said extending her hand for a shake.

Harry shook the girls hand and watched as she pulled a bag into the compartment, she then hoisted the bag up and slid it onto the bag carrier attached to the top of the compartment and pushed with all her might.

"Ouch, bloody hell!"

Tonks stopped and looked again, she then saw a black boy with a hoodie which was pulled up.

"Sorry about that, but why are you there?" she asked with her eyebrow raised.

"I'm not really one for sitting for long periods of time." Andrew replied sliding off the bag carrier and landing next to the blue haired girl.

"Andrew's the name by the way."

"Nice to meet ya, I'm… well if you've been up there this whole time you probably know already." Tonks laughed.

"Yeah I heard, but my question is, is that really your name or is it a nickname, I don't know much about this world but I doubt they give their daughters' names like Tonks." Andrew said with a cheeky grin.

"Andy, stop it. You don't have to tell us your real name if you don't want to, Tonks." Harry said shooting a slight glare at his brother who lifted his hands up defensively.

"Oh, my Merlin!" Tonks said wide eyed.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked quickly.

"Oh my… who?" Andrew asked, raising both eyebrows.

"You're… you're… you're…"

"What?!" Andrew asked irritably.

"You're Harry Potter aren't you? So that makes you… you're Andrew Potter!" she said in awe.

"You aren't freaking out about the colour differences?" Harry asked slightly confused.

"What? You mean the fact that you're related? Not at all, it's cool! Besides, I can't really judge people on their appearance." Tonks replied with a secret grin.

"Anyway… You know our names but I believe you still owe us your name." Andrew said smirking at the girls face.

"Andy…"

"No, it's okay." Tonks said interrupting Harry. "I'll tell you, but only because I think you guys are pretty kick-arse."

Harry and Andrew had a confused look on their faces, before turning back to the blue haired girl in front of them.

"Also if you laugh, I'll throw you out the window while we moving." She added in a sickly sweet tone. Both boys nodded.

"My first name's Nymphadora." She said with a growl.

"Hmm, Nymphadora Tonks, I kinda like it." Harry said thoughtfully.

"It does roll off the tongue quite smoothly doesn't it?" Andrew said agreeing with his brother, before he knew what happened though he saw a wand pointed right at his head.

"Are you mocking me?" Tonks asked in a dangerously low whisper.

"No! Not in the slightest, I swear, your name is really wicked!" Andrew said back paddling behind his brother.

"You're lucky, I like you two." She said putting her wand away.

The three of them then took their seats just as the train gave a jolt forward, looking out the window, Harry saw a small red haired girl and a plump red headed woman waving away to someone.

"Don't worry Ginny, we'll send plenty of letters…"

"and pranks…"

"and a toilet seat."

The last one caused Andrew to laugh. The ride was quite enjoyable for the Potter boys as they learnt about Tonks or Nymmy as they begged to call her. Their fun was interrupted however by a red head boy with long arms.

"Hi, sorry everywhere else is full do you mind?" he asked.

"Oh, wotcher Ron!" Tonks said happily.

"Tonks?"

"Yeah, I made new friends."

"Oh, well I'm Ron, Ron Weasley."

"How's it going? I'm Andrew."

"Harry."

"Harry? Wait, dark hair, glasses you've got a scar on your hand. Sweet Merlin, you're Harry Potter." Ron said wide eyed pointing at the raven haired boy.

"Yeah, I am, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Whoa, and err, who are you again." The red head asked pointing at Andrew.

"Ron! He's…"

"I'm Andrew Buckleburn, first year at Hogwarts." Andrew said with a small grin cutting Tonks off.

"Oh, nice to meet you." Ron said in a bored voice.

Tonks and Harry looked over at Andrew with a confused expression, he simply shot them a grin and slid his left hand; the hand with his half of the scar into his pocket and smiling widely. Tonks looked at Ron who was bombarding Harry with questions about his life and looked at Andrew who had decided to take a small nap.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the compartment door and a pudgy looking boy with short hair came in.

"Excuse me, have any of you seen a toad around?"

"No sorry, no toads came in here." Harry replied.

"WHY DON'T YOU GET THE BLOODY MAIL?" Andrew yelled at the top of his lungs.

Everyone in the compartment jumped at the sudden noise assault and then there was an awkward pause as everyone stared at the dark skinned boy.

"Sorry, bad dream." Andrew apologized meekly.

"Alright, so we don't have your toad. Maybe you should check somewhere else." Ron said in an impatient tone.

The pudgy boy looked out of place and nodded; he then turned and left the compartment.

"Did you have to be such an arse to him?" Andrew asked angrily.

"What's it to you? Know him do you?"

"No, and now thanks to your ignorant arse he probably thinks we all don't like him."

"What'd you say to me?" Ron asked dangerously and stood; challenging Andrew.

"What? Ignorant too big a word for you to understand? Let me try again, your dumb-arse is gonna be the reason we don't have any friends." Andrew replied standing to meet Ron's eye.

Harry knowing his brother's pre fighting ritual, stood up and pushed them away from each other.

"Stop, both of you. This is stupid!" Harry scolded.

"Buckleburn started it."

"Ohh nice, Weasley, think of that one all by yourself?" Andrew mocked.

"I don't care who started it, I'm ending it. Now sit down both of you."

Grumbling Andrew and Ron sat on opposite sides of Harry effectively ignoring each other. Tonks on the other hand had been laughing herself silly, she grabbed her sides and struggled to breathe slightly.

The rest of the train ride was rather quiet sans Ron's constant questioning of Harry's lifestyle and where his brother was to which Harry replied "You wouldn't believe me, even if I told you." That gave Andrew a bit of satisfaction, wanting nothing more than to see the red head's stupid face when he learns his real name.

The light outside had finally disappeared which meant changing into their robes, or that's what Tonks suggested, after pulling on their robes, the boys had to leave the compartment so Tonks could put on her school skirt. After the train came to a stop, the students filed onto the platform.

"Alrigh' first years this way, gather around, gather around!" boomed a voice Andrew and Harry knew instantly.

"Andrew, 'Arry! Alrigh there?" Hagrid asked with a cheery smile.

"Hey Hagrid." They said together.

"Hey, guys I'll see you inside alright?"

"Nymmy? You're not coming with?" Andrew asked.

"Sorry sweetie, I'm in fifth year, I'll catch you inside." She replied and blew the two boys a kiss which caused Harry to blush but Andrew replied by catching it and putting it into his pocket which caused Tonks to give a haughty laugh as she walked away.

Jogging to catch up with the others, Andrew and Harry caught up with Ron and the other first years.

"Oh there you are Harry; oh you brought Buckleburn with you." Ron said with a mumble.

"You got a problem with that Garfield?" Andrew asked coolly.

Several of the muggle-raised and muggle-born students snorted loudly while the pure-bloods seemed to be at a loss, which included Ron himself. The joke was over when Hagrid told the students they had arrived at their destination; a rather large lake. Hagrid then showed them the boats they'd be sailing on, most of the kids looked slightly put out, except Andrew who was sporting a major grin.

"Alrigh' you lot. Four in a boat." Hagrid said gruffly.

Ron immediately grabbed Harry and pulled him to one of the boats soon enough a small pale faced boy joined their boat, Ron had a small grin, secretly he didn't want that Andrew to try and steal Harry as his friend before him, his excitement was short lived when the same person he didn't want to join them climbed into their boat.

"Hey, you weren't trying to get rid of me were you?" Andrew asked shooting Ron a devious grin.

"No, of course not…" Ron said with a hint of chagrin in his tone.

The rest of the of the sail was quiet, that is until they caught site of the castle, lights tinkling between the many windows gave the illusion that the castle was made of many diamonds tinkling in the sunlight. The sight left Andrew absolutely breathless as his mind went into overdrive, the classic gothic structure, the multi-coloured glass designed in the late 1600's.

Harry was absolutely in awe of the building in front of him, he then turned to look at Andrew and smiled when he saw his brother drool at the castle and faintly heard him whisper the castles details to himself with a childish grin. He turned back to the other students and noticed their amazed faces, smiling he turned back to the magnificent view.

The ride ended and the students were again led on a short walk to the front of the castle where they were introduced to a very strict looking woman named Professor McGonagall, she then took them on a walk up two flights of stairs and into an empty classroom.

"Please wait here until I come and collect you for the sorting ceremony." She said her tone leaving no room for argument.

After she had closed the door all the students started chatting and exchanging information with each other.

"What do you think the sorting ceremony is?" Harry whispered to Ron and Andrew.

"My brother Fred said that we might have to fight a troll, but I don't think he was telling the truth."

Andrew gave Ron a sceptical look before seeing Harry's worried expression and rolling his eyes.

"Of course he was lying, there's no way a group of eleven year olds with no magical training could take on a mountain troll." He said looking around the room.

Ron started giving Andrew an ear full, but he had completely blocked the red head out and stared off to his left, he saw a small girl with an unruly amount of bushy brown hair standing by herself in a corner, the sight made him confused before he suddenly felt very cold and gave a very strong shudder. Turning he noticed it was a person, but he was transparent. He was a ghost, a plump ghost, with a warm smile. But Andrew wasn't too happy about the iced spasm he had endured.

"Oi, watch what you're going through, you just basically gave me hyperthermia." He said at the ghost.

"Oh, sorry my dear boy, oh do make sure to get sorted into Hufflepuff won't you?"

"Err, sure." Andrew answered awkwardly; he slowly backed away from the ghost and looked on to the girl with the bushy hair, pushing through many of his potential roommates he was so very close to her. Just as his hand touched her shoulder, the classroom door opened and there stood Professor McGonagall.

"Please follow me." She said professionally.

Everyone followed behind the teacher while Andrew walked to keep up with the bushy haired girl he tried speaking to.

"Hey there, how you doing?" he asked when he finally caught up to her.

"Hello, I'm doing alright thank you." She replied deadpanned.

"Err, I'm Andrew."

"Hermione Granger."

The conversation died after that and they had fallen into an awkward silence but Andrew was very determined.

"So what do you think of the castle?" Andrew asked grasping at straws.

"Oh, it's beautiful oh did you know-"

Hermione however was cut off by the sound of doors opening, looking ahead she saw a huge hall filled with students, they started making their way into the great hall. When Andrew walked in, the first things he noticed were the four long tables with different types of students sitting at them, the table one the far left had students in black green colours, the one after that had their kids in black and yellow, the third bore black and sky blue colours and the last table had students dressed in black and red uniform. He then looked up and grinned at what he saw; a starry night. This caused him to chuckle slightly.

"That's not the real sky, you know? It's charmed to look like it; I read it all in-"

"Hogwarts: A history." Andrew said together with her, and shot her a sly grin.

"You've read it too?" Hermione's excitement seemed to burst out of her as she began discussing the history books contents with Andrew. They were however interrupted by McGonagall's voice.

"When I call your name, you shall come up and place this hat on your head." She said while carrying a large roll of parchment and motioning to the hat resting on a stool beside her.

"That's it? Just a hat? I'm gonna kill Fred." Ron muttered to himself.

Andrew turned to Hermione and smiled.

"Any house you want to be in?"

"Well Ravenclaw's for the people who like education, so maybe there, but Gryffindor is the house of the brave, so one of those two would be enough for me." She replied quickly. Andrew smiled and nodded before looking towards his brother.

Harry turned and made eye contact with Andrew; he saw his brother mouth the word 'Gryffindor' and nodded.

"Granger, Hermione." The teacher called.

Hermione looked at Andrew nervously; Andrew gave her a confident smile and supportive nod of the head and pushed her to move forward.

Hermione made it to the front and sat on the chair, her head was then covered by the large hat, after a few seconds her fate was decided.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat yelled; the table in black and red went mad cheering and hooting as their newest member walked towards them, when Hermione sat down at her eyes locked with Andrew and she gave an energetic wave and big grin which Andrew happily returned.

"Malfoy, Draco."

Andrew snorted at the name and looked up to see the blonde prick from the robe store. He watched carefully as the professor lowered the hat but before it even touched the boy's head it had made its verdict.

"SLYTHERIN!" The black and green table cheered, not as loudly as the Gryffindor table, but just loud enough.

"Greengrass, Daphne."

A very pretty blonde girl made her way up to the chair and waited patiently for the hat to pass judgement.

"Slytherin!" As the green and black table cheered again, Andrew could help but wonder why the hat seemed rather disappointed, with everyone else, it yelled the answers out as loud as it could, while here it simply stated the house name loudly.

"Potter, Harry." Andrew froze, he was up next. He had wanted to see Weasley's reaction but had completely forgotten that everyone here would also be listening; they were going to call him a liar, a fake…

Harry slowly made his way up to the stool, there were whispers and finger pointing as he turned he saw Andrew looking worried. When they made eye contact, Harry simply smiled and nodded before sitting on the stool and felt the hat cover his face.

'Well, well Mr Potter what a pleasure."

'Err, hi…"

"Alright enough chit-chat let's see here shall we. Hmm yes, you're smart, quite smart really. Not a coward, a thirst to prove yourself. Hmm this is very interesting."

"Err; before you go any further, I want to be in Gryffindor."

"Gryffindor hey? Why not Slytherin, you seem much more suited for them."

"No, my brother's going to be in Gryffindor and so am I."

"Your loyalty would make you an upstanding Hufflepuff. But I can see when I have been dealt a bad hand, well if you're sure the answer must be…"

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat yelled. The black and red's went absolutely ballistic, they were cheering, fist pumping, high fiving the whole lot of them.

Harry walked over to the Gryffindor table and looked out at the other tables, then suddenly he caught a glimpse of electric blue hair, and then he saw her; Tonks, smiling and clapping for him, he blushed a bit before nodding his head shooting her a thumbs up. The commotion however was short lived when the next name was called.

"Potter, Andrew."

The entire room fell silent, not a single thing moved, even the ghosts seemed to freeze in anticipation, everyone started looking around for the fabled brother of Harry Potter, the second half of the two boys-who-lived.

Andrew gathered all his courage and started making his way towards the front, the second he moved all eyes fell on him, he, however kept his head up. Then the whispers started.

"That's really thee Andrew Potter?"

"But his, well you know… they can't possibly be related."

"Publicity stunt…"

"Unless his adopted… no wait look his hand, his got the scar!"

That was the last comment Andrew heard before feeling the hat fall onto his head.

"This sucks… What's the point of me being here… no Harry's here, I've got to stick this through till the end."

"That's quite a mature thing to say for an eleven year old Mr Potter, I'm impressed."

"Wha…? Oh fantastic now there's a voice inside my head."

"I am no mere voice; I am the voice of the hat of sorting!"

"That's kind of a suckish name."

"Tell me about it, but can't choose your creators."

"Oh right you were charmed with all the characteristics of the founders, therefore you are the only one who can sort the children into the houses they so belong."

"Correct, so Gryffindor?"

"It's like you read my mind…"

"Hahaha, oh you are certainly going to give the twins a run for their money."

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat bellowed.

Andrew looked towards his new home for the next seven years and was surprised to see them all on their feet cheering louder than before, he then realised who the hat was referring to when he mentioned twins, because sure enough two identical looking brothers stood up and started chanting.

"We got the Potters! We got the Potters!" Andrew sat between Harry and Hermione, when his brother pointed to where Tonks had been sitting, Andrew smiled widely stood dug into his pocket. Pulled out his hand back out but was making a fist and then opened it and kissed the blow kiss Tonks had sent them earlier that night.

Seeing this, the girl laughed loudly and waved them off. Andrew then turned to see the face of Ron Weasley, the thing he had been waiting to see since the train ride from King's Cross, he smiled widely at the red headed boy and gave him a small wave. Ron stood gaping at Andrew, he didn't hear his name being called until one of the Ravenclaw students walked up and pushed him.

"Hurry up Weasley, we're starving."

Sure enough Ron had also gotten into Gryffindor house, along with Neville Longbottom and Pavarti Patil.

When everyone was sorted and seated, an old looking man with a great long beard stood to address the students.

"Yes, hello, welcome to another year at Hogwarts, I am your headmaster Professor Dumbledore. To all the first year students, welcome and may you have a wonderful and magical time here with us. Now, please be informed that the forbidden forest is off limits to all students. Please help me in welcoming our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Quirrel.

"Now allow me to finish up this speech with a few choice words: Blubber, Doinkers, Catfish and Blinkerings. Thank you."

Harry and Andrew kept staring even when the headmaster had sat down and seemed to be having a rather comical discussion with Professor McGonagall.

"He's mad." Harry said quietly.

"He's senile." Andrew corrected.

"Not really, he's a genius, Dumbledore is. Oh would you care for some chicken?" A sixth year boy named Percy asked, he was the eldest Weasley in the school and looked to be highly stuck up, Andrew knew the moment he introduced himself that he wouldn't like him.

Turning around he was completely caught off guard by the food the seemed to have just appeared out of thin air, he turned to Harry and saw him filling his plat so he didn't waste any time and started filling his plate with some food. Andrew started speaking to Hermione and found out quite a bit about her, he learnt that she had loved reading from a young age, her parents were dentists and that she found hard work to be the answer to success, Andrew was about to reply until he felt someone watching him, he quickly scanned the great hall and caught his observer, he poked Harry in the side and gestured towards the teachers table.

"Psst, Percy, who's that speaking to professor Quirrel?" Andrew asked in a hushed tone.

"Oh, that's professor Snape. He teaches Potions, but everyone knows he's been gunning for the Defence position for years now." Percy replied.

Harry and Andrew stared back at the man; he had shoulder length black hair and wore dark nearly black robes. The tension seemed to rise with every second and then it all happened in a blink of an eye.

"Ouch…"

"Ah, god dammit."

Harry and Andrew said in short yelps as they felt their hands where their scars were.

"Andrew, you alright?" Hermione's voice brought the dark skinned boys thoughts back to the present.

"Yeah, I'm alright. It's nothing. Oh by the way, Hermione, this is my brother Harry. Harry, this is Hermione."

"Pleasure to meet you Hermione." Harry said extending his arm.

"You too, Harry." Hermione said with a happy smile.

Dinner went on with Harry, Andrew and Hermione speaking to one another, Harry suggested bringing Ron into the conversation, reluctantly Andrew agreed and then they had Ron joining in their topics of discussion where he could, when he wasn't stuffing his face.

Dinner soon ended and dessert started, Harry had discovered that he really like Treacle Tart while Andrew enjoyed the Chocolate/Mint pudding. The feast ended after Andrew had had his second helping of pudding, he felt absolutely addicted to the stuff. After the feast Dumbledore stood to address the students one last time.

"Now for the last announcements for the night, please note that the third floor is off limits to anyone who doesn't wish to suffer a most painful death."

"Oh that's a brilliant thing to say to a bunch of students who were nervous about coming here in the first place." Andrew said sarcastically.

"Also," the Dumbledore continued. "The caretaker Mr Flinch has asked that students don't damage school property and has placed a list of restricted items on school grounds. That is all, now if you will follow your prefects, first years, they shall lead you to your dormitories. Good night and good luck on your lessons tomorrow."

As they left the Great hall Andrew felt his need to explore start pricking at his skull, but he pushed the desire away and followed the rest of the first years up to the Gryffindor dorms. They arrived at a painting of a fat woman who started moving and requested a password.

"The Den." The prefect told her, she smiled slightly and opened up revealing a doorway behind her.

They followed the prefect through the doorway and were met by a circular room with red and gold banners hanging from the ceiling, a fire place with a fire going and several desks and chairs here and there.

"Right, here is the Gryffindor common room; you may come here any time of the day when you're not in class. Now girls' dorms are located on the stairway on the left and boys' dorms are located on the stairway on the right. Guys understand this, if you attempt to go up to the girls dorms an alarm will sound and a prefect or professor will be here shortly. Now then, any questions?"

"Yeah. So if we go up to the girls' dorms we get into trouble will the same rule apply to girls trying to get into our dorms?" a boy named Seamus Finnigan asked.

Needless to say there were facepalms from the guys and blushing girls, which of course ended with the boys getting the same alarms placed on their stairway to prevent the girls from entering.

Harry walked up the steps to find his owl and luggage already lying there waiting for him, looking across from him he noticed Andrew's owl who looked particularly miffed at being kept in her cage for so long.

"Hey girls, want to get out for a bit?" Harry asked the owls. The owls seemed to understand because they started pecking the cage door and looked at Harry with pleading eyes.

Giving a slight chuckle he let them out and watched as they disappeared into the night.

Andrew then walked in from the bathroom and looked at Harry.

"Oh you let them out already; they gave you the pleading eyes, did they?" he asked as he changed into his pyjama bottoms.

"You too?" Harry asked as he also changed his clothes and took off his glasses.

"Yeah, but I really needed to pee so I told them to be patient." Andrew replied climbing into his bed and making himself comfortable.

Harry climbed into his own sheets and smiled slightly.

"Hey, Andy…"

"Yeah bro?"

"We made it."

"Yeah Har, we made it."

Both boys closed their eyes and gave way to their exhaustion. Dreaming about the days they had ahead of them.