WARNING: This chapter contains the mention of rape.

Rubbing his eyes, Harry stared out at the blackboard. To say he was tired was an understatement. For the last two nights, he had worked deep into the night, reading about Greek mythology and what could substitute for those myths. Some were easier like the boar would probably be a Tebo, given that they were hard to catch and came from Africa, so some snow would help to slow it down. Probably.

But other like the Hydra had no real equivalent in the real world. The closest was a Runespore but Harry doubted that. For one the only really huge and therefore dangerous runespore, at least Harry knew of, was the one Professor Scamander had and for some reason Harry didn't believe they would set him against a creature he talked to twice a week and moved around without any worry. Also, he thought it was highly unlikely that the old professor would one of his charges to get hurt.

Stifling a jawn, he tried to refocus on Professor Flitwick's explanation on the switching spell, when finally the bell rang. With a tired groan, Harry rose to his feet, stretching his limps. Luckily for him, Dawn had spent the morning not waking him at an ungodly hour but slept long and had even grumbled at him when Harry woke her by picking the black phoenix. The black-haired boy got the silent treatment at the moment as Dawn had elected to stay with Daphne during their charms lesson. Tilting his head to the side, Harry saw Daphne packing her book bag with one hand, while the other one was buried in the black feathers on Dawn's chest. The phoenix had flopped down on the desk rather undignified laying on her back, wings spread out.

"You mind if I go ahead? I wanted to ask Professor Sproud a few questions." Hermione stood up next to him, her bag already packed. He nodded to her and started packing his own bag, even though quite slower than all the other.

Stretching once more, Harry walked over. A small black head perked up shortly as he came close only to turn away from him.

"Still mad with me huh?" He said as his companion turned to sulk. Daphne looked up from her bag, only to curtesy as she saw who it was.

"Good morning Lord Peverell. As I have no quarrel with you, I take it you were talking to Dawn?"

Nodding, Harry bowed in front of the blond. "Good morning to you too Heiress Greengrass. Yes, I had the audacity to weak her before mylady was ready to be woken."

Daphnes lips seemed to curl ever so slightly into a smile. "Oh Lord Peverell how rude of you. A lady needs her sleep."

Harrys own lips formed a small smile as he nodded. "yes, I know and I paid dearly for it. But can i do? I had to get going and I wouldn't want to subject Hogwarts to the experience of Dawn tearing half the castle down in her search for me, when she woke up alone."

"As would have been her right."

"Of course."

Daphne nodded and turned back at the phoenix. Her cold and unemotional mask seemed to melt away like butter in a hot pan as she leaned down, both her hands now nuzzling the tummy of the bird.

"Now, what do you say beautiful? Do you think you can forgive dear Harry for once?" She cooed at the small mythical creature. Her whole demeanour was so different when she interacted with Dawn opposed to anything or anybody else. The phoenix turned its head back at Harry. watching him for a moment, before thrilling and flying over onto his shoulder. He rubbed his cheek against her side and got a small headbutt in return.

"I think that is a yes." Daphne stated her lips still in a little smile.

Harry returned the smile nodding. "I think so too. Thank you for taking care of her for the time being."

"It was my pleasure." Daphne said as she picked up her book bag. Her blond long hair glistened in the light and Harry felt a little flutter in his stomach. What was that about? The slender Greengrass Heiress curtsied before him with a nod before walking away. Green eyes followed her out of the door and a small frown appeared on Harry's forehead. What was going on? Was he sick? Maybe, he hadn't eaten that much this morning maybe his stomach was unsettled. it would probably be best if he

"Excuse me, Lord Peverell?" The squeaky voice of Professor Flitwick broke him out of the musing. The short man stood near the door, with his usual soft smile on his lips.

"I need to lock the classroom, so if you don't mind."

Harry blinked then nodded. "Oh yes, of course." He said moving towards the door. He would need to haste anyways, as he had Herbology next and it was quite a way down there. "Goodbye Professor."

With a wave the black-haired boy hurried out of the room, Dawn on his shoulder. Jogging down the corridor, Dawn fluttered her wings chirping happily. She loved it when he was running somewhere, just sitting on his shoulder. Harry chuckled while keeping his bookbag, familiar and clothes in somewhat order. He turned around a corner and stopped in front of the painting of a sleeping dragon. Reaching out, he pressed his index finger into one of the rocks on the side and with a click the picture moved to the side, revealing a dark and dusty stone staircase with cobwebs.

"Lumos." A soft light came out of his wand and Harry stepped inside. Dawn started chirping, huddling closer to him. She didn't like the secret passages around Hogwarts at all. The boy wasn't sure why that was the case, bust still reached up rubbing her belly.

"I know girl, but I need to get to Herbology and this is the fastest way. I make up for it later." With careful but quick steps he moved down the narrow stairs. The entire time he was whispering to his slightly unnerved familiar.

"Don't worry, its just cobwebs, I will be careful. There, I rub your belly some more and later you get a big bug okay? I know you will like it and...Wait did you hear that?" Pausing on the stairs, Harry tilted his head listening careful.

"Leave me alone you jerks." Somewhere a little high up the stairs a female voice seemed to have called out. It didn' sound good. Not thinking twice Harry turned and climbed the stairs again, hearing for that voice again, but instead he heard a male one.

"Oh don't be that way, little birdy. I'm sure you will like it."

"Fat chance. Leave me alone." Now Harry was sure he knew that voice, it sounded like Susan. Quickly stepping through a panel in the wall, Harry came into a corridor that was rarely used. Some statues were standing around but no pictures. And to the side, he saw blue Hair, almost hidden behind a pair of broad shoulders. It seemed like they were holding Susan against the wall. From the size of the two guys, Harry would guess they were seven years. The blue rims of their robes showed they were both Ravenclaws. One of them spoke.

"Oh, we will make you feel good. In a way your little foreign bitch can't you know and-"

"What is going on here?" Harry spoke with a firm voice. Two head shot around, eyeing him. Harry knew neither of the two.

The blond one frowned deeply. "Walk away Potter." He hissed at him. Frowning and shaking his head, Harry raised his wand. "I don't think so. Let her go."

The two looked at each other, before laughing. "Don't know who you think you are Potter, but if you don't disappear quickly you will regr-"

"Depulso!" With quite some fore the blond guy was thrown in Harry's direction, making the boy duck. The second thug followed his friends with his eyes when the cold tip of a wand brushed against his neck.

"It is you who should have run away, little Raven. Now what to do? Ah yes, Stupify!" Susan's spell dropped the guy like a sack of potatoes. Brushing her blue hair out of her face, Susan stepped over the boy, careful to set one of her feet right between his legs while doing so.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, his wand still trained on the blond guy who was groaning on the floor. With a smirk Susan nodded. "Yeah sure. Thanks for the diversion by the way." She walked passed Harry to the blond guy and rammed her foot into his side, making him howl in pain. She repeated that two more times, before kneeling down and picking his head up by the hair.

"Listen to me asshole and listen well, because you don't get a second chance, you hear me? If I ever EVER hear you even looking at a girl the wrong way without consent, you can say goodbye to your bollocks. You get me?"

A scared nod was all the response she got, and a second stupify dropped him too. Standing up, she nodded to herself and kicked his stomach a fourth time, all the while, Harry stood just there in a daze. His friend turned smiling. "Almost finished." With a swish of her wand, she bound the two students and took away they finally came to it again.

"A...Are you doing this often?" He asked, carefully. Susan sighed shaking her head.

"Yeah and no. Ever since I came out, some people seem to think that it is okay to harass me or make lewd comments. These were the first who tried their hands on me. Needless to say that they will regret this greatly."

Nodding slowly, Harry stepped closer. "I think they already do."

At that Susan smirked once more, blinking fastly. "Wait till my Aunt hears of this." Finally, Harry noticed the shacking of her hand, still holding the wand so tight that her knuckles were completely white.

Stepping closer, Harry froze when he saw Susan's shoulders tense up. "I...I think we should get a teacher okay?"

Breathing heavily, like she was holding back tears, Susan swallowed hard and nodded. Harry reached out, picking up Dawn from his shoulder and placing the phoenix on Susans in a careful and slow manner. "Dawn watch out for her all right? I get a teacher as quick as I can."

Pulling his wand, he cast the point me spell and started running as fast as he could. Luckily for him, Flitwick hadn't come far from his classroom but still looked surprised seeing the boy run towards him.

"Lord Peverell shouldn't you be-"

Cutting the professor short, Harry pointed towards the stairs he just had run-up. "Professor come quick. Susan has been attacked and...come!" Filius Flitwick was a seasoned fighter, not only in duelling but also when he had stepped up during the Blood War. As fast as his short legs allowed him, he followed Lord Peverells up the stairs and around a corner, only to find Susan Bones standing over two of his Ravenclaws, both bound and unconscious.

"What is going on here? Miss Bones?" The girls head turned completely like on autopilot turned her head.

"huh, oh hello professor." Her voice seemed completely detached as she blinked at the short man.

Noticing her hundred-yard stare, the man carefully and slowly walked closer. "Are you all right Miss Bones? What happened here?"

Blinking at him very slowly, Susan shook her head. "No, I'm okay, they didn't get to..." Her voice trailed off and the rims of her eyes reddened as she suddenly dropped her wand. "They a-attacked me and wanted to...they..." Her voice clocked up as she sniffed trying to hold her tears in. Filius nodded, whipping out his wand. A pearl white labrador jumped out it.

"Minerva, call Madam Bones and get to the fifth floor on the north side of the castle. There has been an incident with her niece."The white labrador barked and jumped through the next wall. Filius turned with a sigh towards Harry.

"I think it is best if you go on young man I think-"

"N-no, please d-dont got." Susan whispered while Dawn rubbed her head through electric blue hair. Flitwick turned to the girl and nodded then slowly. He walked ver and unlocked one of the unused classrooms. "Very well. Lord Peverell, maybe it would be best if you and Miss Bones wait in here until the headmistress gets here."

Nodding Susan turned abruptly to the door and walked in stiff strides inside. Harry bowed down and picked up her wand, following. The blue-haired girl stood at the window staring outside, sniffing. Unsure what to do, Harry walked over, stepping next to her. The bluenette was rubbing over her eyes, trying to stem the tide of tears. Without a word, Harry held her wand to her.

"T-Thanks." Was all she muttered not looking at Harry.

For a minute or two, both of them just stood there, staring out into the rainy day. Harry politely ignored Susans sniffing, until the girl groaned, rubbing her head.

"Damn, w-why do I cry. Nothing happened." She grumbled while new tears dropped down. "Others...to others those things really h-happen. They didn' e-even touch me aside from my wrist."

Harry looked over. Susan frowned hard, looking out like she could force the tears back inside by pure will. She was always so tough, Harry often had he feeling like she wanted to show the whole world that there was nothing that could scare her in any way shape or form.

Shrugging. "I don't know. Feelings are weird sometimes. I'm not a mind healer. But I want to say, I don't care that you cry right now, what you did out there was pretty badass."

With a new sniff, Susan cracked him a tiny smile. "It was wasn't it?"

That got Harry smile. "Totally. I think if you hadn't knocked them out, they would have soiled themselves. Where did you learn to fight like that?"

Susan's smile turned wider and Harry knew he had taken the right approach. Susan wanted to be in control and affirming that seemed to help. "Y-You know, Auntie sees the applications for the Auror corps and knows that our DADA lessons are crap. So since first year I have tutors and so on every holiday. Jennifer, my tutor, is totally an ass-kicker. Was an American Auror, before she came here, doing security work. She said she didn't want me to know how to duel but to fight. She also said, only a focused enemy is a dangerous enemy. So when you called out to them, I took the chance." The grin on her face, when she thought about that broadened.

Harry smiled, nodding. "And well done doing so. Remind me to never get on your bad side ever again."

That actually got Susan to laugh. "We will see Peverell. We will see."

"Are you okay Cissy?"

Frowning a little, Narcissa set down the evening papers pushing those towards her cousin. Sirius picked them up, while she contemplated what she had read. Frowning himself, Sirius scanned the page until his eyes caught up on a single line of text.

"Lord Lucius Malfoy announces his engagement with Johanna Flint. The daily prophet wishes the happy couple all best and..." Dropping the papers, the Lord of House Black eyed his cousin carefully. "How do you feel about this?"

the blond and black-haired woman leaned back, folding her fingers in front of herself. "I'm not sure. My mind tells me that I shouldn't care. He is in the past and the only thing about him that should concern me is my Drake but on the other hand." Sighing she shook her head. "I pity the girl. I don't think anybody should endure Lucius no matter what."

Nodding, Sirius folded his hands himself. "Yeah. I agree. I don't think it was the girl's decision to marry a man over 15 years her senior."

Narcissa nodded. This was pureblood customs for everybody. Girls got married off for monetary gain or an alliance and rarely it was the thing the girl hoped for. In the last twenty years the amount of arranged marriages had gone down, sure but the traditionalists stuck with the idea stubbornly. And now a new young girl would have to live with the man. A small part of Narcissa wondered what would have been if she had stuck to Lucius, hadn't asked for refuge in her maidens house. Would that girl be free to live a happy life instead of sticking with that bastard?

"It's not your fault Cissy." Her cousin's voice was soft with a sad undertone. It was surprising how well he knew her. Years in prison and he could still see her motivations so clearly.

"I know that Sirius. I know that it isn't my fault but his. Still, I feel for the girl. And there is nothing we can do about it."

With a sad look, Sirius nodded. There wasn't anything they could do. It didn't matter that they had the most influence in the Wizengamot, nothing was Malfoy did here was illegal and the Flint family was in no way under their control. And even if it was, the blond git would just find another girl next. Sadly, even though his dark reputation, he was still a thought after bachelor.

"At least it isn't Draco." He offered. Sirius had a difficult time thinking about Narcissa's boy. Two of his closest people, Harry and Cissy had so different perceptions. Sure Cissy knew her boy was spoiled and a lot like his father but she loved him like only a mother could love their child and even though Sirius had no offspring himself, he understood. He felt the same love whenever he looked at Prongslet. This burning love that filled every pore of him. And while yes, Harry disliked Draco a lot, the boy also understood that not everything was the same for everybody and that Narcissa loved him. So Sirius tried, for the most part, to keep out of it, never saying anything about the boy if he could avoid it, keeping his opinion to himself. To himself, he felt for the boy. Yes, he was pompous, but he reminded him so much of Regulus in his younger years.

Narcissa nodded. Heirship and Primacy of an older house were a very complicated subject matter. Given that Lucius had married into her family even though they took the Malfoy name had given Sirius the ability to cancel Draco's contract with the Parkinson daughter as it was the continuation of the house. But since then, Narcissa had left the Malfoy house and Draco had denounced her and with that House Black. The rules got quite unclear when you came to this part. There was an unspoken agreement between the two houses, as neither wanted to find out whos claim was bigger in this case, the Primacy of a renounced mother or the father and heirship. But one day it would happen and Sirius had all intentions of going to court for this.

"Let's hope it stay that way."

Getting up, Sirius walked over, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "It will. Lucius won't risk it. And if he does, we will get him. Remember what Grandfather always said? The house of Black gets what it wants."

Narcissa nodded with a smile. "Oh yes, I remember. He said it so often. But enough of this. Speaking of staying, why are you here Sirius?"

Smirking, the tall black-haired man shook his head. "Do I have to have a reason for staying at home?"

Narcissa raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. "given that you spend almost every second night at Bones Manor, I would say, yes."

The man sighed. "Yeah, something happened to Susan, Melia stays at Hogwarts for the night. So I will spend the evening with Remus. Probably."

Narcissa got to her feet nodding. "All right, I will head off to visit Jasmin. We still owe her for that Skeeter information."

Sirius who has headed to the door turned around with a winning smile. "On the other hand, it might be nice joining you and-"

Narcissa held out her hand stopping that line of thought. "No, not going to happen. One of these days, Jasmin will try a love-potion and I wouldn't want to explain that to Madam Bones."

Sirius pouted, crossing his arms. "Oh poo. You are such a spoilsport. Like I would ever do something. I know what a wonderful woman Melia is and how lucky I am."

Narcissa raised her eyebrow. "Go play with your friend and stop pouting. It gives you wrinkles."

Being the epitome of maturity he was, Sirius stuck out his tongue to her and then had to dodge a stinging hex that flew his way. With a grin, he dove out of the kitchen.

Mission taking Cissy mind of things had been a success once more.

The great hall was filled with students who were taking their meals. It was the usual noise of clattering silverware and the occasional slurping while a constant quiet buzz of conversation floated through the room. Harry hurried past the Gryffindor table and slid into the seat next to Hermione.

"Harry! Where have you been all day?" His best friend asked, putting down her fork full of salat.

Picking up his plate and placing a piece of chicken breast on it, he spoke quietly. "Infirmary."

That instantly got the girl next to him to look him up and down. "Wha? Are you okay?"

He nodded chewing a little bit of potatoes. "Yeah, I am fine. I stayed with Susan."

Now he had Hermione's full attention, who stopped completely eating.

"Is she okay? I wondered during Runes where she would be."

Harry nodded. "Yeah, she is okay. I think it's something she should tell you herself."

Hermione measured him with her gaze before nodding. He was right, it was rather rude talking about someone else's remedies without them present. So instead she turned back to her salat and Harry resumed feeding Dawn who got a treat today, as Harry still made up for waking her early this morning.

The peace of the great hall ended, when Professor McGonagall walked in through the side door, moving past the head table and stepped behind the owl adored lecturn that was covered with a dozen candles. Her face was firm and she looked quite tired. The job of headmistress was quite taxing. Yes, she had taken up a lot of Albus paperwork, but given the Tournament and the fact that she hadn't decided on a second in command. It felt wrong filling her old spot as she still believed that Albus would return before long and all would get back to normal soon. Still, the amount of work wasn't a little one and now this thing happened and she could have gone without this nasty wakeup call that the school wasn't problem-free. Add to that the fact that you-know-who was somewhere out there and would one day come to the gates of this school and you hade Minerva McGonagall who didn't sleep a lot in the last few weeks.

"May I have your attention please?" She called out into the big hall. It spoke volumes about her authority that it only took a few moments for the noise to die down and the students turn to her.

"Today, something horrible happened in these halls and it can't go unnoticed. One of our students was attacked by her fellow peers. With horrible motivation and malicious intent. Preying on the innocence of a classmate, no on anyone disgusts me. I am ashamed I have to stand here and say that something like this happened in these halls. In these halls, where all of you should feel safe and secure. I'm ashamed that I couldn't guarantee this. I feel ashamed to say, that even though the attack was prevented, the perpetrators dared even trying to do so."

Minerva sighed, rubbing her forehead. Then her face turned firm. "But let me say this: Such behaviour will not be accepted or tolerated. We will not turn a blind eye to harmful behaviour. As you will notice in the next couple of days, Mr Freeton and Mr Torband have been expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, for the attempted sexual assault on a fellow student. Their wands have been snapped. I will not disclose the name of their victim, as they will decide whether they want to go public or not. Thank you."

With those words, Minerva turned to leave behind a stunned Great Hall, rushing out the door back to work.
Albus where are you?

A non-discribtive man walked down a random road in the south of Birmingham. He wore a black trenchcoat, had grey hair and a thin beard. A red bow-tie blinked through his coat. Pulling out the piece of parchment he read again. 10th Olive street. He looked up at the grey house he stood in front of. All houses in this street looked more or less the same, run-down and simple, build during the years after the second world war to replace bombed down once. These buildings had been build quick and simple getting people a place to live without a lot of thought about what would happen to those buildings in the future. Today those dull and dirty places were a spot to shove of those with little money. A lot of low-income families and unemployed were living here now.

Not that the man cared for any of this. He had no idea what the second world war was, nor did he care for the lives of muggles. Climbing the stairs to the door, he knocked on it. Nothing happened. He knocked again. He knew his target was home at the moment.

Still nobody opened the door. Frowning he looked over to the side. There was a row of small things like nameplates, with buttons next to those names. He had no idea what the meaning was.

"Can I 'elp ya fella?" A gruff voice asked him. The accent was thick. The man turned, seeing a wide man a few steps down the stairs. For a moment he had to fight the sneer that wanted to come to his face. Filthy muggle, his breath smelled and he looked fat and poor. But he was on a mission and he gathered he would never find his target another way.

"Yes. I search for a man named Ickleton." Well that wasn't true but this was the name his target used or so they were told.

The man nodded, smacking his lips. "Ah yea', t'at guy. Never leaves 'is flat. The second floor, t'ird door on t'e rig't."With those words, the wide muggle pushed past him and simply opened the door. The man watched him walk into the house, looking around. When he then stepped inside, he was greeted with a strange mix of different smells. The corridor and staircase were run down. Paint flacked from the walls and the wooden stepped were worn out. While the man climbed the stairs, he wondered. It seemed like this house was parted into multiple sections and in each different people lived. Typical for muggles to live together like animals in a barn. And it was filthy. Why would no one clean the staircase?

But he didn't really care enough to think about it. Finally, he reached the second floor and found the door. On a small sign was written Ickleton. Nodding to himself, the man pulled out the wand from his sleeve and pointed it at the lock. A moment of concentration, a distinct clicking sound was to be heard. Carefully he pushed open the door. A dark room was behind it. A couch stood to one side, the windows were dirty and the curtains were pulled. Stepping over the threshold, the man swung his wand from the right to the left, scanning the room. There wasn't much in it, only a few run-down pieces of furniture, a bed a small kitchen. A single grandfather clock stood in the corner. But there was also a table and on it was something large, covered with a red piece of cloth.

No sign of his target. Damn, the master wouldn't be happy. Creeping closer, the man waved his wand over the piece of cloth. Nothing. No magic, no nothing. Reaching out, the man gripped the piece of fabric and pulled t to the side, tensing in anticipation, ready to jump to the side. He pulled and under it...was nothing special. Just a strangely shaped piece of wood. It looked a little like these Russian dolls, Matryoshka. But no russian woman was depicted. Instead on it was the face of a man, brown hair, a look of panic on his face, while his hands were pressed against the side of the doll. The man frowned, looking around. There was nothing. His eyes returned to the object, scanning it.

He reached out, inch by inch ready to jump aside again. A small bead of sweat appeared on his forehead. His finger moved closer to the man's face. He stopped an inch before the doll, shacking his head.

This was stupid. He shouldn't touch it. It was obviously a trap. His target had escaped. Turning on his heel he wanted to step away but his right foot felt like it was glued to the floorboard. Looking down, the man panicked seeing his foot was stuck in the red cloth he had dropped to the floor without care and was sinking. Pointing his wand, the man fired a spell at the cloth but nothing happened. His eyes darted around the room, while his knee disappeared in the piece of fabric. Then his hip. The man gripped the edge of the table, trying to hold on to it but with one last woosh and a short scream the man completely sunk into the folds. With a swishing sound, the piece of fabric folded in on itself, turning into two halves of a

Matryoshka doll. The two halves rolled around, then jumped onto the table, moving on their own and scooped up the already present doll, adding a new layer to it. On the outside was a man in a black trenchcoat, grey hair and a thin moustache. The red bow-tie was well on display as his hands were pressed against the surface of the doll and he seemed frozen in a scream.

For a moment it was quiet in the room before the grandfather clock twisted and bend for a moment, disappearing only to be replaced by an old man in lime green robes and a nightcap. Halfmoon glasses covered twinkling eyes as the old man stepped close to the table, leaning down.

"Oh, dear old Tom, I thought by the tenth time you would have learned to send someone far better than that."

With a cheery smile, a long thin finger was stretched out, bopping the man frozen in his scream on the nose.

Finished, sorry it took me so long. I procrastinated so long for university, and now I had to do a lot for it, so yeah.

I know this chapter is an abrupt one with the attempt on Susan. But I think it works very well, for two reasons. For one, I didn't want to depict coming out as easy or a simple thing. There can be hardships (I guess since I'm straight and a man, it is a little difficult to say from my point of view, but from what I have gathered there is quite a bit of backlash.) So that is that. But also these are not mini death eaters, they are just assholes. Plain and simple. I wanted to have morally bad people who have nothing to do with pure blood and so on. This was it. The entire thing about Flitwick and Harry being so slow and careful comes for one she held her wand which is a weapon and also they were two males interacting with a female who had just been sexually assaulted. I don't know, this chapter just came to me.

Then there is the whole conversation between Sirius and Narcissa and that is simply I wanted to have a little more interaction between those two as they are very important to this story but get so little screentime.

Finally Dumby, yeah wanted him to show that he is the genius. I first wanted Severus being on the run but I don't need Snape in this story anymore and after Minervas last words before it made a lot more sense for Albus to be the one. Him on the run I imagine him seeing all of it more like a fun and games kind o style, as he is mad AND brilliant. The idea with the dolls comes from the really really bad Nicolas Cage movie.

Sorry I can't tell you much about this chapter, it is 2 in the morning and I should go to bed.

Next up: The second task. I think. Maybe.