Fairborn Adventures
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Chapter 96
September 17th, 1978
The warmth of the sun caressed her face on an early autumn morning in the Scottish Highlands.
Hundreds of chairs had been set out in long rows, stretching from the edge of the Black Lake to where the slope up to the castle began to incline. An aisle ran down the center of them, leading to a marble table standing at the front, all chairs facing it. Roughly two dozen red-robed figures with their wands drawn were positioned in regular intervals all around the premise.
'They must expect quite a few people.' She turned around, glancing at the high towers and sharp roofs of Hogwarts: 'Who would've thought we'd be back here so soon...'
Except for hushed whispers, a gloomy silence had settled over the edge of the lake, despite the extraordinary assortment of people who had already settled into roughly half of the available chairs.
She immediately recognized those in the more extravagant, colorful outfits. Many of the esteemed purebloods she had met at the galas and parties her family had always been invited to were also represented today.
Some others she recognized due to their striking features, like a gathering of redheads, whose mother desperately tried to soothe the pair of twin babies she was swaying in one arm each.
'Looks like nothing Harry has changed so far has impacted the Weasleys' desire to repopulate Magical Britain all by themselves.'
Marlene counted three other small, red-haired children, each dressed in obvious hand-me-downs, the oldest one perhaps a few years off starting at Hogwarts.
'Seven is a bit too much, even for my taste.' She pursed her lips: 'I'd probably stop after four, although I do share her sentiment of at least having one daughter among the mix...'
A small, green-eyed girl with long golden curls danced through her thoughts and she instinctively squeezed Harry's hand a tad tighter, glancing up at him.
He tore his eyes away from his former friend's family, noticing her glimpse: "Too many?" He grinned.
'He was thinking the same...' Her heart fluttered. 'Does he think about it as often as I do?'
"A bit perhaps." Marlene kissed his cheek and tossed her braid over one shoulder: "Let's find the Potters."
They walked along the edge of the lake, passing the tallest woman Marlene had ever seen, who took up two and a half chairs on her own. It seemed that all of Wizarding Britain had arrived today, from Tom, the landlord of the Leaky Cauldron in London to the friendly old lady who pushed the trolley on the Hogwarts Express.
The castle ghosts were there too, barely visible in the bright sunlight, discernible only when they moved, shimmering insubstantially on the gleaming air.
"Over there." Harry led her by the waist.
The Potters had filed into seats at the end of a row beside the lake, together with Lord and Lady Black, accompanied by Sirius. Two additional seats had been left unoccupied next to Lily, who was holding James' hands and leaning against him, with both their shoulders sagging as they exchanged hushed whispers.
'We also did it for you two, though you shall never know that.' She caught Harry stifling a small frown while they closed in on his parents, betraying his thoughts: 'You two wouldn't understand it, you might even hate us for it, but we can cope with that because at least you'll be alive doing so.'
"Marlene, Harry." Charlus rose from his chair to embrace her first, followed by greeting Harry. "I'm glad you two came."
'It would seem rather strange if we didn't.' Marlene hugged Dorea: 'And I can tell Harry respected Dumbledore, even if in the very end he became an obstacle that had to be removed.'
"It's terrible, isn't it?" Lily clutched her hand the moment Marlene was seated next to her, her puffy green eyes conveying the tears she had spilled over the last few days: "I- I just thought it impossible, you know, Professor Dumbledore dying..."
'Here you are, spilling tears over the man who would've gladly sacrificed your only son after you gave your life for him.'
Marlene ignored the irony and gently squeezed the redhead's hands: "None of us would've expected this, but even Albus Dumbledore is mortal at the end of the day. All of us are..."
"Indeed." Beside her, Harry nodded slowly, absently twirling the band of gold around his finger: "All of us are..."
He took a seat and intertwined their fingers, staring ahead at the marble table. The rows started filling out as the crowd continued to swell. All around them, people were whispering to each other.
Minister Bagnold walked past toward the front rows, her expression miserable, accompanied by Bartemius Crouch and a small, squared-faced woman, with an unconvincing expression of grief upon her toad-like face.
'I've only ever heard of one person with such a foul sense of fashion.' Her eyes followed the black velvet bow set atop the witch's iron-colored curls. 'Dolores Umbridge.'
"I almost forgot about her." Harry's knuckles drew white as his fingers curled into her thigh, a muscle around his jaw spasmed.
"It's okay." She soothingly brushed her thumb over the faint scar on the back of his hand.
'She's not important, she's not an obstacle. Yet...'
The staff were seated in the front row, each of them looking grave and solemn at the loss of their Headmaster, and then the ceremony began.
Strange, otherworldly music sounded from green sunlit water, inches below the surface, looking just as the inferi from the cave: A chorus of merpeople singing, their pallid faces rippling, their purplish hair flowing all around them. The music wasn't unpleasant per se, yet it still made the hair on her neck and arm stand up.
She glanced over her shoulder: 'Undoubtedly the strangest funeral I've ever attended.'
Rubeus Hagrid was walking slowly up the aisle between the chairs. He was crying loudly, his face gleaming with tears, holding something in his arm, encased in purple velvet spangled with golden stars.
Next to her, James looked white and shocked, keeping an arm wrapped around Lily who had tears trickling down her cheeks. Harry's green eyes were firmly set on the purple velvet. There was a brief flicker of triumph while he caressed his ring before forcing his face back into the very calm, emotionless mask he had arrived with.
'No regret from us, no mourning from us.'
Hagrid carefully placed the body upon the table and retreated back down the aisle, blowing his nose with loud trumpeting noises that drew scandalized looks from some, including Dolores Umbridge and further Ministry officials.
The music stopped as a little tufty-haired man in plain black robes got to his feet and stepped in front of Dumbledore's body.
Odd patches of his speech floated back to them over the hundreds of heads. "Nobility of spirit...", "Intellectual contribution...", "Greatness of heart..."
"That is what he will be remembered for, and I suppose that is just fine for us." Marlene leaned up and whispered into Harry's ear, stifling a small smile: "Being alive is much more useful than being remembered."
His green eyes found hers, a flicker of emotion dwelling inside them: "I wholeheartedly agree."
She squeezed his hand again and turned her head, staring out over the lake, toward the forest, as the little man in black droned on. There was movement among the trees.
'Looks like the centaurs had come to pay their respects too,' she frowned, observing them as they did not move into the open, instead standing quite still, half hidden in shadow, watching the wizards, their bows hanging at their sides: 'Who will be joining us next? The Acromantulas?'
The little man in black had stopped speaking at last and resumed his seat. She glanced around, waiting for somebody else to get to their feet to deliver another speech.
'Perhaps the Minister or a Professor?'
Suddenly several people screamed.
Her blood ran cold. Her head snapped back to the front as she jumped to her feet, heels digging into the pebbles.
Bright, white flames had erupted around Dumbledore's body and the table upon which it lay: Higher and higher they rose, obscuring the body. White smoke spiraled into the air and made strange shapes.
Her fingers were already moving to the wand on her waist when Harry took them and placed them back on her lap.
"It's fine," he murmured, nodding to the front. "Look."
The white flames rose high above the edge of the lake, pouring swirling spirals of smoke shivering across the clear sky. Fawkes flashed into the air above rows of white chairs in a burst of golden flames, his beak opened in a low, mourning cry.
For a moment Marlene was sure that Fawkes' black eyes sought them out among all others and lingered on them, then the phoenix vanished in a final flash.
The white flames flared bright, scattering the smoke. In its place was a white marble tomb, encasing Dumbledore's body and the table on which he had rested.
There were a few more cries of shock as a shower of arrows soared through the air from the forest, but they fell far short of the crowd.
"Bloody Centaurs," Marlene murmured, seeing as they turned tail and disappeared back into the cool trees. Likewise, the merpeople sank slowly back into the green water and were lost from view.
'This is it then.'
The crowd dispersed in small groups, leaving behind only those who personally wished to say their goodbyes to the former Headmaster.
With Charlus rising from his chair and striking up a conversation with Lord Black, Harry motioned for James and Lily to follow them: "Let us walk for a bit."
They strolled closer to the edge of the lake, each couple hand in hand.
"How are things in the Castle?" Harry probed absently, tossing a small pebble into the shore of the lake.
"Tense," James frowned, watching it bounce five times on the surface before it was swallowed by the dark water: "The students, especially the new first years, are terrified. Not surprising, of course. It was barely two weeks into the term, and the first thing they were confronted with was the death of their Headmaster."
"The staff is not faring any better either," Lily nodded gravely: "Minerva and Horace are splitting the head duties among themselves now. However, with both of them being Head of their House already, they've asked us to step in and teach the lower classes from first to fourth year."
"I'll have to get used to you referring to them by their first names now," Marlene chuckled drily.
"To me, they're still Aunt Minnie and old Sluggy, even if they threaten me with detention anytime I call them so." James attempted a grin before his mood fell: "But there's been some nasty incidents since news of the Headmaster's passing had been confirmed by the Prophet. On the same day, we had to break up a literal party in the Slytherin common room. I swear I've never seen McGonagall hand out as many punishments as she had that night. And Slughorn didn't even try to excuse his students' actions."
"House Slytherin is even more isolated from the other three than it had been during our times," Lily chimed in: "There's open hexing in the corridors, supposed 'pranks' are going way too far, and Madam Pomfrey hardly has the time to treat all the victims. And of course, some of the older students we teach know that I'm muggleborn so they refuse to follow any of my instructions..."
"How do you deal with them?" Marlene asked bemused.
"Just as Minerva suggested," Lily shrugged, a small flicker of satisfaction in her green eyes: "Obviously James insisted on hexing them but I give them detentions and extra work until they stop spouting bigoted nonsense. If that doesn't work I just kick them out of the class and tell them to learn the stuff by themselves."
'I know what I'd do. The hexing would teach them a permanent lesson...'
Harry snorted, tossing another pebble over the surface: "Good for you, Lily."
"So, mate..." James ran a hand through his hair: "You've avoided telling us what happened that night. Don't you think we have a right to know?"
"I'll tell you what I told your parents," Harry sighed, turning towards them: "Marlene and I arrived too late to have any real impact. Dumbledore and Moody were overwhelmed once Voldemort arrived and we didn't fancy our chances against that many either."
"But- but things are not making any sense," Lily stated defiantly: "When Minerva did a full count the next morning no students were missing, even though Professor Dumbledore said the wards had caught some of them sneaking out already."
'My Morgana give me a nimble tongue for I'm about to lie to my parents-in-law.'
"We think the night might have been a trap for the Headmaster," Marlene spoke up before Harry could: "Voldemort must have taught some students a method of tricking the wards while not actually leaving the grounds. At the same time, he made sure to leak just enough information about a possible attack for Moody to catch up on it and get suspicious."
Silence followed her statement in which Harry gave her fingers a thankful squeeze.
"I suppose that makes more sense then." James seemed to accept it after a few seconds had passed: "Lily and I checked the Map after ending our call and we didn't notice anyone from the upper years missing. Fuck, that's a damn good trap. They knew Dumbledore would fall for it once his students were involved."
"Exactly," Harry nodded slowly, staring into the distance with a grim expression. "Voldemort loves to exploit our weaknesses."
'Like he did in your fifth year.'
"It- it's good that you didn't stay then," Lily swallowed heavily, eyes flickering between them: "Losing the Headmaster is bad enough. I don't know what I'd do if I lost the two of you as well."
"But we're still losing too many people, we're losing this war," James growled, his eyes roaming to one of the many red-robed figures positioned around them: "Sometimes I think it might have been the wrong decision to stay at Hogwarts. You two taught us how to duel. I should be out there, fighting the Death Eaters like the Aurors or Hit-wizards! Like you two!"
"That sounds like a quick way to get yourself killed in some unpredictable skirmish." Harry shook her head and placed his hand on James' shoulder: "You're exactly where you should be, nourishing your natural talent and holding a very strategic position."
James frowned, glancing up at the castle: "Hogwarts?"
"Of course," Marlene nodded: "The Ministry might be the official seat of power in our country but here is where almost the entire future of our kind lives. When you hold Hogwarts you hold the future."
"Does that mean you expect Voldemort to come here soon?" Lily frowned: "Because now that Dumbledore is gone..."
"The school's defenses are old and very strong, even Voldemort can't just overrun them," Harry said confidently: "However, with the Ministry losing ground by the day, they will soon hide underneath their wards in London. That is when something else might catch his eye."
"So what do we do until then?" James asked.
"You continue as you did before," Harry stated: "Practice your dueling each day, keep an eye open around the Slytherins, and report anything suspicious back to us."
"Okay." Lily bit her bottom lip: "But when the fighting starts here, we won't let you take us away and hide us somewhere like you always wish you could, Harry. We have a duty to this school, to its pupils, and neither James nor I will shy away from it, even if it means risking our lives."
Harry swallowed, his face going through a series of emotions: "Just promise to be careful," he croaked: "The two of you mean more to me than- than-"
"-well, obviously not more than anything, someone else is holding that spot." James clapped him smartly on the shoulder, grinning at her, mischief dwelling in his hazel eyes: "How have your first few months of marriage been? Can we expect any happy little surprises soon?"
Harry flushed and she felt a tinge of heat creep up her own cheeks, feeling Lily studying her reaction. "We, uh-"
"-don't wish to make me an uncle just yet, I hope," a familiar voice declared from behind.
"Matthew!"
Her smile vanished the moment she saw who else her brother had arrived with.
'Aside from the very curvy redhead next to him, of course.'
Alastor Moody limped down the slope a few meters behind Marlene's brother. He paused, his magical eye darting over the scene, lingering on Marlene and Harry a tad longer.
'Let's see how good your charms are, Harry.'
"How have you been, little sister?" Matthew startled her, taking her into a quick hug: "And how was your honeymoon, did you get up to anything interesting?"
She forced her eyes off Moody and curled an eyebrow at Harry, amused to see a bit of guilt in his eyes.
'But at least he's making it all up to me now.' A small smile played on her lips: 'Every night and even every morning...'
"Just getting used to married life," Marlene denied, kissing Harry's cheek and snuggling closer to him: "You two shouldn't wait too long. It's quite good actually."
"McKinnon!" Moody suddenly barked out from the back, picking up speed as he limped down towards them: "I needed you and Bones at the tomb five minutes ago! If you already insist on patrolling together each time you're on duty then the least you can do is be punctual."
"Yes, sir!" Matthew affirmed: "We'll be right on our way."
"Ah, Peverell." Moody shot Harry a sharp nod, his magical eye briefly darting down to his sleeve and undoubtedly the wand hiding within it: "Well, I suppose there's two of you now." He glanced at Marlene: "Congratulations!"
'He really doesn't know.' Marlene stifled a triumphant grin: 'Even though Harry was forced to keep the memories of his previous suspicion so as not to create too many blank holes.'
"Thank you, sir." Harry smiled confidently: "We're very glad you've recovered so well. Magical Britain needs Aurors like your kind even if we didn't always see... eye to eye in the past..."
James barely managed to hide his snort as a sudden cough, receiving claps on his back from his girlfriend.
Luckily the Auror didn't seem to catch on.
"These bastards took one of my oldest friend but I'd be damned if I won't have my chance for revenge," Moody spat, his normal eye almost bulging out of its socket: "Albus might be rolling in his grave hearing me say this but when I'm given the choice between taking them in alive and finishing them, I know which I'll choose from here on."
"I'm glad to hear that." The confident smile didn't waiver from Harry's face: "And you certainly won't be judged for those views by me..."
"Hah! I figured so as well!" Moody barked, pointing a stubby finger at them: "You two pissed me off quite badly in Hogsmeade, but perhaps I've judged too harshly back then. See you around, Peverell-" he steered his wooden leg to the side, "-and you as well, Peverell lassie," he added to Marlene before shouting: "Bones, McKinnon, with me now!"
"That's our call," Matthew sighed: "Take good care, sister, Harry. The rest of you as well."
The red-robed trio climbed back up the hill.
"That eye always gives me the creeps," Lily shuddered when Moody, Matthew, and Amelia were finally out of ear reach.
"You get used to it over time." Harry scooped an arm around her waist and pressed a kiss to her forehead, grinning down at her: "I find myself becoming quite fond of it already."
September 23rd, 1978
A small assembly of slim, crystal vials sparkled underneath the bright light of the bathroom, each of them completely empty.
'I shouldn't have let Narcissa Black get to me like that. It was silly.'
She stepped in front of their large, fogged mirror, wiping away the condensation with the sleeve of her bathrobe.
'Now I'll have to disappoint a passionate husband waiting in my bedroom while also going to Saint Mungo's again in the morning. These are quite risky days for me...'
She dried her long golden girl with a flick of her wand and put them in a high, messy bun. 'It was wishful thinking to assume he'd be willing to take this step anyway.'
The white bathrobe slowly slid down her left shoulder, exposing inch after inch of the smooth curve of her breast, her skin still slightly rosy from the hot shower.
'But I doubt he'd mind a bit of risk very much if I initiate it the right way.' A small smirk played on her lips as she trailed a slim finger over her breast, cupping it the way Harry loves to do it: 'He never does much thinking when he sees me like this...'
She dried her hands on a towel and adjusted her bathrobe, before stepping back into their bedroom.
'Harry has always wanted a family and didn't he say it wouldn't be too bad if it happened already?' She buried a tiny flicker of guilt underneath the blazing green eyes and golden hair of a small girl. 'The moment I'll tell him will be the happiest of his life, our little sunset finally coming together...'
Harry lay sprawled out on their bed in his boxer briefs, his upper torso exposed. He spun a small band of gold in mid-air by twirling his finger in circles, staring at it as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world.
She watched him for a few seconds, a content smile on her lips: "One could almost assume you're obsessed with it by the amount of time you spend looking and playing with it. Should I be jealous?"
"Perhaps I'm obsessed with what it means," Harry murmured, the ring landed in his open palm before he scooped it back on his finger with a grin. "And gold has always been my color, hasn't it?"
"Gold and blue." She laughed: "It's what you chose for life, my love."
His green eyes roamed over her body while he edged off the bed and stepped closer: "Had a good shower?"
"The very best," she sighed contently, leaning against the doorway: "You could have joined me. My husband doesn't need an invitation each time..."
"That's good to know," he chuckled, one hand reaching out to cup her jaw while the other traveled to her hip: "But you always shower way too hot for me, it feels like my skin starts melting after a few minutes."
"What about me?" She cooked her head with a small smirk, letting his thumb slowly drag the hem of the bathrobe down her shoulder: "How do you think my skin is taking it?"
"Much better." His finger undid the loose belt while he held her gaze.
A small shiver ran over her body the moment the fabric slid off her shoulder and pooled down to the floor.
"So much better." His eyes roamed over her from head to toe.
They lingered on her curves, widened in appreciation as if he attempted to take in everything at once.
"Like what you see?" She pressed herself against him, capturing his lips and slipping her tongue into his mouth until his chest heaved with heavy breaths.
"You know I do," Harry growled and effortlessly heaved her up by her rear.
He steadied her between the frame of the door and his broad body while his lips left a hot trail down her neck, collarbone, and breast.
She dragged his mouth back up and kissed him hard, curling his shirt in her fists, locking her legs behind his back. Something wet trickled down between her thighs, a hot, burning need coiled inside her belly.
"I need you," Harry hissed when she started grinding against him, his arousal pressed against her: "I want you."
'Not too much thinking. Just as expected.'
"I'm right here. I'm yours, Harry." She sank fingers into his hair, tugging his head back up to meet her gaze: "You can have me whatever way you like..."
His fingers dug into the underside of her thighs and he spun her around, carrying her to the bed and laying her down with utmost care, then settling between her legs.
"You're perfect." He kissed her deeply, lips brushing south, capturing each nipple and tearing a low moan from her throat as his tongue swirls around them.
She wriggled and jolted underneath his touch, gasping with each inch he traveled closer to where she needed him the most.
"So perfect. So wet for me..."
Lightning flashed behind her eyelids when his finger brushed against her fold, gently spreading them apart. His ebony hair dipped between her legs and his warm breath washed over her thighs before his tongue slipped into her.
"Harry," she moaned, her hips spasming up as he began drawing gentle circles, tracing the tip of his tongue over her heat.
"Yes." Her fingers slid into his hair, tugging him closer while she shifted frantically on the bed, desperately easing her hips forward. "Right there!"
He entered her slick folds with two fingers while his tongue brushed against her clit again and again. She gasped and bucked under his touch. His fingers curled within her, tongue tracing the small bundle of nerves right above it.
A large hand moved up and cupped her breast, thumb flicking over her nipple before it traveled further up, slipped between her lips on her tongue.
Her fingers clenched in his hair. White sparks burst before her eyes and the world spun.
"Harry!" She moaned his name again and again.
Her legs spasmed; she gasped and her breath hitched. Little jolts of pleasure rippled through her entire body as she came undone underneath his touch, white seared her vision and the breath was forced out of her lungs as she cried in ecstasy.
"Perfect..." She repeated with a low whisper: "So perfect."
He continued drawing tiny circles with his tongue right where she felt most sensitive, holding her buckling legs tight until the spasms subsided.
"Need a moment to catch your breath?"
Despite her eyelids being shut, she could feel his smug grin as he heaved himself up from between her legs. His hands grasped both her breasts, cupping each mount of flesh, his tongue invaded her mouth, sharing how she tasted to him.
"No, I need more." Marlene moaned and tucked him sideways by the hair to flip them around: "But first, it's your turn."
She slid down along his hard body, tracing the outline of his muscles. A hot length brushed against her tummy. Then she settled between his legs on her knees, tossing golden curls over her shoulder and batting her eyelashes.
She cupped him by the base, feeling his blood pulse underneath her gentle touch as she slowly stroked up and down. Harry squirmed on the mattress, legs shaking while he held her gaze.
"Look how ready you are for me, love." She planted a kiss on his tip, licking up a small, gleaming pearl of arousal and savoring the familiar taste on her tongue.
"Marlene!" He groaned, fingers clenching in the bedding, his head thrown back into the pillows.
"I promise I won't tease too much."
With a wide smirk, she took him in her mouth, sucking lightly and running her tongue's tip over him. Soft moans and gasps slipped from his lips as she took him deeper, sliding his tip over her tongue until he rested all the way against the back of her throat with no place further to go.
"Fuck," Harry hissed, his fingers curled in her hair, fingernails scratching over her scalp as he gently pushed along with her steady rhythm.
She batted her eyelashes anytime she took him deeper than before. She stroked him faster around the base, smirking when she felt him twitch against the back of her throat.
"I love how big you feel in my mouth, Harry." She pulled him out, planting kisses on each side. "I love how you taste on my tongue..."
He merely groaned in response, desperate for release. His length jerked anytime her lips slid down his base. She never took her eyes off of his, not even when letting his tip touch the back of her throat, despite his hot length and thickness bordering on discomfort.
She felt him close and stroked him faster, letting her tongue swirl over his pulsing tip while he twitched and groaned in pleasure.
"Marlene-" Harry released a shuddered breath: "Marlene, I'm close-"
She released him from within her lips with a wide smirk letting the length of him flop against his belly.
"What-" His eyes snapped up, shadows of desperation and confusion swirling within them. "Why-"
"I'm sorry, my love-" She crept up over his clenched abdominals and rapidly heaving chest to plant a kiss on his lips: "But my mouth is not where I want to feel you finish tonight."
Harry held her gaze for a few moments, his lips still parted in bewilderment, before he snapped back. With a low growl, he threw them around, positioning himself above her, her legs spread wide to either side of him.
"I'll make it up to you later," Marlene promised, one hand guiding his length to where her own arousal was leaking on the mattress, the other bringing his head down for a searing kiss. "But first I need to feel you right here."
"Are these days risky for you?" he whispered into her ear, brushing his tip over her slick folds, again and again, coaxing it with her wetness.
"Only- only a little bit." Marlene's heart lurched and her eyelids fluttered open, a knot of anxiety coiled in her stomach. She lined him up, waiting for his decision, waiting for him to be ready.
There was only the tiniest flicker of hesitation in the depth of his green eyes before a smoldering desire took over.
"I suppose a little risk is fine." He kissed her deeply, fingers brushing a golden curl behind her ear. Then his hips lowered and he pushed inside her.
She moaned and whimpered, throwing her head back. Her legs shook but she tightened and locked them around Harry's back, pulling him in deeper.
He buried himself in her depths to the brink, stilling for a moment while plastering small kisses all over her before he pulled back and started thrusting in long, even strokes that made her toes curl.
"Yes, Harry," she gasped his name each time he was fully inside her, stared into his eyes, and intertwined their fingers above her head as he quickened the pace further.
"I love you," he whispered in between kisses, bringing a hand to where they were joined until his thumb flickered over the bundle of nerves: "I love you so much."
"I'm yours tonight, I'm yours every night! You can have me whichever way you like." Her senses were overloaded, and the hot twist in her stomach clenched tight: "All I ask is for you to finish inside me."