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The only sound in the little hospital room was the turning of pages, the occasional irritated huff when the words didn't spell out exacting instructions or answers to what seemed like an ever-growing list of questions. It was Draco, now, who had the protective, cleansing bubble attached to him. Though it was more to keep his contamination in then to keep anything out. The Dark Mark seemed to sense the presence of near-death, the dark magic within clawing for release. The bubble had to be replenished every hour, but it was better than the alternative: barring Draco from the room entirely. None of them wanted to do that to the worried father.

It had been two days since Scorpius had been brought to St. Mungo's. He'd fallen into a coma not long after Harry had gone off to Grimmauld Place and hadn't woken up since. The only person who'd left the room in that time was Ron, to check on Teddy and Hugo, who'd been sent to Andromeda's for the time being. But Harry's presence was doing nothing but providing very slight improvements. Hermione estimated that it would be six months before he was up and functioning again at the rate things were going.

The fact that he quite simply didn't have days - his own magic seemed to be on a warpath within his little body - went unsaid. It still weighed heavily in the room, pressing down on all of them. Pages turned faster, notes were scribbled desperately. A puzzle was being solved, a plan slowly forming.

And Harry thought he had another piece. A book was dropped to a table, making Ron jump. "We have to get married." The announcement, so sudden from Harry, had Ron tumbling from his chair on the downward motion of his jolt.

The silence was maddening to Draco, pages crinkling in his hands, books feeling like they weighed tons in his palms. Exhaustion racked at his brain, as well as determination to fix what he had done. Glancing up quickly at the thud of the book, Draco's heart gave a jump, a shocking start at the words that left his fiance's lips.

"Wha-?" Draco's voice cracked with disuse, the blonde jumping up from his position in the corner of the room, eyes wide. Clearing his throat, Draco stared at Harry as if he had grown four heads and a tail, which at this point, if it helped Scorpius, the more tails the better. "What are you talking about Harry? What does that possibly have to do with anything?"

"In every successful case, the parent and the adoptive parent have been married." There were, naturally, cases of death despite this little factoid. But Harry still noted that not a single one had been successful without a marriage bond. "We were going to anyway and we can always have another wedding when this is all over."

"Harry, we don't have time, the amount of paper work that is going to need. We'll need an official, and certain healers, and potions-"

"He's right."
"H-Hermione? What?" Draco fell back against his chair with a thud.

"All the paperwork can be pushed through quickly. Don't forget who you're dealing with," Harry reminded him. As much as he hated to rely on his fame, he and his friends were the so-called Golden Trio. And Harry would use anything he had at his disposal if it meant helping Draco and Scorpius... and himself, since they were his now. "We have Hermione as our Healer and there are others who'd do it."

"I know an official who owes me a favor," Ron put in and received a grateful nod from Harry. "And an official'll have all the potions you'd need for a traditional marriage bond."

"While you're pushing through marriage paperwork, blood adoption forms can go through." Hermione held out her clipboard to Draco. "You'll need to sign, of course. There are several forms of consent and such, but I've filled out everything else."

Draco grabbed the board, reaching for the quill Hermione handed him, already dipped in ink. "Of course. But," he glanced behind him at Ron, "I don't want this getting out."

Ron exchanged glances with Hermione. They'd already hit huge on the front page of the Prophet, but they'd decided to keep Harry and Draco in the dark. The last thing that was needed in this gloomy room was more stress. "The official owes me a very big favor. He'll keep quiet."

With a nod, Draco jerked the quill across the paper, signing quickly with a jotting flourish. "Here, go, please hurry." Draco handed the clipboard to Hermione, backing up as the bubble reformed with a pop around his arms.

"I can't do the legwork as I'd like," she began, clipboard passing to Harry. "Sign where I've marked. So Ron will have to take it all through. We can't let Harry leave unless it's an absolute emergency." She'd already calculated how long Scorpius would last in this condition without Harry nearby. They weren't very good odds.

A few nods and rushed words passed between the wizards and witch, Ron quickly rushing out to disapparate to the Ministry. Merlin, they hoped he could get the paperwork through and fast.

Scorpius lay, motionless, pale against already pale sheets. His skin was flushed and had a sickly blue tone to it, his cheeks sallow, purple bags forming slowly under his sealed eyes. His body was weak, near emaciated, his veins seen through his skin, his bones seen through that. Draco sat, curled up in the corner, willing to give anything to just be able to run his hands through his son's hair. "O-Oh Scorpius..." Left his lips.

Harry reached out, latched his hand onto Draco's. "It'll be okay."

The bubble formed around Harry's hand, pulsating like the inflation of a lung, or the beat of a heart. "I know," his voice was hoarse, scratchy with unshed tears.

"I love you," he murmured, giving his hand a squeeze.

"I love you too." Draco laced their fingers tightly. "Merlin how I wish I could hold you right now." Hermione had ruled that out, as well. Too much physical contact ran the risk of either blocking Harry entirely from Scorpius or temporarily contaminating Harry.

"Soon." Harry stared into his eyes, determination in the green depths. Just a few more days, just until papers could be approved and a life made possible. Soon.

"Harry? Draco? I need to go and get a few things from my office, I'll be back as soon as possible. I just can't risk apparating, or summoning them." Hermione spoke quietly from her position next to Scorpius's hospital bed. She was weary, but set with determination.

Harry nodded, but didn't look away from Draco. These had been two of the worst days of his life, and that was saying something.

With a small nod, Hermione shuffled out of the room, the door clicking closed quietly behind her, leaving just the sound of weak breathing and the beep of the their son's heart.

"Merlin Harry, I hope Ron gets here soon." Draco refused to be weary at all with Hermione in the room. She has done so much for him, that he refuses to show weakness, but with just his lover and their dying son... He crumpled.

"Cor, Draco, so do I... He will, I'm sure. I don't think he'll dawdle over this."

"He better not," Draco sighed, standing swiftly and carefully maneuvering himself around the tight space of the hospital room to place himself in the chair Hermione once occupied. "I've already seen one child die in my life, and more under V-Voldemort, but this... Merlin Harry... my son, our son."

"I know, Draco." Harry went over to sit on the side of the bed, reaching out and laying his hand on Scorpius's. "But we're not going to watch him die. It'll be alright."

"I think I might, um..." Draco fidgeted, memories flashing behind his lids as Harry gently held Scorpius's hands. "Go and get some food for us- I-"

Harry looked up, frowning. "Draco...? What is it, love?"

"I just-" His hands wrung together, nervousness and fear evident in the weary lines of his pale, aristocratic face. Eyes, ice blue in the darkness of the room (the lights creating too much magical interference) looked almost devastated, more so then in the elder Malfoy's current situation. "Pansy- She uh... she lost her baby... Theo- He... well..." Draco's head dropped. "Theo forced her to miscarry. H-He... He beat her."

Harry released Scorpius's hand because his hands wanted to curl into fists. "I knew he had... You said... when you busted his nose, you mentioned something about her having broken bones. It was..." Guilt nagged at him; he blocked it and decided to let Draco tell the story. "She was pregnant?"

Lifting his knees to wrap his arms securely around them, Draco gave a small, exhausted sigh. "It was a few years after Hogwarts, before I even thought about marrying Astoria, and... well..." He fidgeted for a moment.

"Pansy came rushing in to the manor one morning, tears pouring down her cheeks. I was really worried, obviously, and it was just me and Blaise in for lunch. Remember Blaise? Zabini?" He glanced up for a nod. "She proceeded to squeal and tell me that her and her secret boyfriend got her pregnant. She refused to tell me and Blaise whom the man was until she was sure he was," he lifted his hands, "Mr. Right," and made air quotes with his fingers.

"We were excited, obviously, and then she... Well..." A guilty expression crossed Draco's face. "She told us who he was."

"Never a fan of Nott, then?" Harry murmured.

"Not after he broke my heart in our Hogwarts days. Or did you forget that little tidbit?"

"No, right, I remember. I just find it difficult to imagine anyone cheating on you." His smile was sheepish, but quickly faded. "What did you do when she told you?"

"Nothing, obviously. The moment she left though, I exploded. It took Blaise and two house elves to finally calm me down and shove a Calming Draught down my throat." Draco leaned back into his hair with a sigh.

"After that, me and Blaise took to watching her more closely, obviously for the pregnancy, and both because neither of us even came close to trusting Nott. And he knew it too. The moment we all accidentally bumped into each other in Diagon Alley."

"Oh! Draco!" A voice gasped, ecstatic, the sound of heels clacking against cobblestone loud in the light of a quiet Wednesday afternoon. Said blonde was quickly enveloped in a hug, the dark-skinned man next to him was next with a shocked cry of "Blaise!"
"Draco. Zabini." The two men froze, Pansy turning with a flushed smile, her hand dropping down to her stomach and the small protruding bump, covered by a warm, fitted charcoal coat.

"Draco, Blaise," Pansy giggled, turning and grabbing Theo's arm to drag him closer, ignorant of the volatile expression on his face or the way his posture stood rigid, as if wanting to just jump and run, leaving the three Slytherins in his wake. "My boyfriend Theo. You remember him, don't you?"

Of course they did. How could they forget? It took Draco weeks after having his heart crushed by his 'lover' to finally admit that both Draco and Blaise despised Theo, and he knew it as well.

"Theo, pleasure." Hands were shook, grins were forced onto cold, chapped lips, and sharp, cold and calculating glares were sent as Pansy invited them to lunch with her and Theo, and then to shopping around Diagon Alley for some supplies for her "magnificent nursery."

How could Draco and Blaise refuse?

"We all watched her carefully," Draco shook his head, lifting a hand to tug it through unkempt blonde locks. "For any signs of anything. The first bruise appeared three and a half months into her pregnancy." His hand lifted, just so, to touch at the edge of his stubbled jaw.

"Fuck," Harry breathed, closing his eyes. He wanted to ask why Pansy had stayed with him, but he knew.

"After that, she just kept passing it off as her not being able to keep her balance due to her stomach, and this and that... The bruises kept coming, and Pansy went from being the light of me and Blaise's life, to just... not light at all. Skip another four months, and Pansy was around... Eight months pregnant, if I recall?" Draco hand dropped to twist the ring almost meditatively around his finger. "It was my wedding day. With Astoria... A lot had happened those past few months, and I felt disgusted with myself, guilty to the point of hatred that I hadn't been looking after Pans. She walked in to my dressing room about an hour before I was due to walk down the aisle to await for Astoria..."

The blonde sighed quietly. "Her glamour was wavering from exhaustion, her stance was sharp as if it hurt to sit, and her hands were shaking against her stomach. Covered in bruises... Cuts... Scrapes... Scars... The glamour fell ten minutes before I had to leave, me and Pans hadn't said one word... Salazar Harry... S-She was so... abused. There was no light in her eyes, no smiles against her lips, no perky expressions that we all hated during our Hogwarts days," he didn't even bother waiting for a conformation on that thought, barreling on. "Half her face was bruised, her eye swollen shut and her lip split as if someone had smacked her viciouslywith a large book... Her neck had bruises and her shoulders were pointed and bony, her face hallow... Her eyes vacant... M-Merlin..." Tears wavered in the blonde's eyes, his shaking hands wrapping around his own stomach as a sneer curled against his lips, a viciously, blood-thirsty sneer. "I wanted to murder him."

He'd never liked Pansy Parkinson. From the moment she'd sneered at him that first time to the moment she'd suggested they hand him right on over to Voldemort. But his stomach rolled and empathy welled. "That..." Harry swallowed the bile that rose into his throat - he'd spent years with Nott. "Godric..."

"Well, you can imagine that the moment Blaise walked into the room to get me down the aisle, the wedding never happened. We got my mother," he glanced up at the small movement from Harry. "This was before she disappeared off the face of the ruddy earth." He stretched his legs out. "Well, we got mother to take Pans to St. Mungo's, and then me and Blaise... Well, we went and had a little talk." Draco shuddered. "Long story short, a few weeks before Pans was supposed to give birth, we got a Patronus from St. Mungo's, one of their Healers there." Draco rubbed at his face, weariness and exhaustion creeping into his eyes, the lines of his mouth. "Pansy had miscarried. Beaten within an inch of her life; broken ribs, cracked jaw, swollen eyes, broken wrist, a broken ankle and dislocated knee and shoulder..." The blonde Slytherin felt his stomach roll. "Theo had escaped, but was caught by Aurors not too long after. Blamed everything on the Dark Lord. The fucking Dark Lord." He had never been more disgusted as he spat those words, his hands clenched in his lap.

"I... I remember that." Shame washed over Harry's face and his eyes cast downward. "He was... Newer aurors are usually put on cases like that, abuse cases. Toughens them up the quickest, seeing what people who are supposed to care can do. And the aurors that brought Nott in panicked when he said that, came straight to me. Fucking impossible. I killed Voldemort and it pissed me off that someone would claim to have been affected by him. So I went in and took over the interrogation." Harry ran a hand through his hair, getting to his feet and pacing as far away from Scorpius as he could in the small room. "He ended up with a few months in Azkaban and a year of required therapy with a mind-Healer."

Draco stood quickly, grabbing Harry's arm and dragging him out of the room when Scorpius's breathing gave a small hitch. The door clicked shut behind them.

"He blamed it on the fact that Voldemort didn't Mark anyone from my year in Hogwarts besides me, he thought Pansy might have known something that he didn't and he could... beat it out of her and resurrect his lovely fucking 'Dark Lord.'" Draco sneered, pulling his hand back, the bubble forming around him once more.

Harry bowed his head, closing his eyes. "He disappeared. After the year of therapy. It was another year after that Ron and I were working a smuggling case, and we had a pretty good idea of who it was. But the suspect was an old Ministry contact and had immunity up to his ears, so we had to tread carefully because Muggles were dying. He'd crossed the line, finally, but we couldn't get to him without a lot of legwork. Ron and I are bad candidates for undercover work for obvious reasons and I never really like to use polyjuice - bad memories - so we had a third member go in.

"He was dead after two months, and then... Nott showed up at the crime scene. He had names, dates, their next drop location, but he would only give it to me because I'd helped him see the light before. Obviously not, since he was working for this bloody smuggling thing and very high up in it, but my superiors were pressing in and if he was going to tell me, we were going to go for it. It took another month, but we got him... and Nott and I... celebrated."

Harry made himself look up, pale, eyes dark with shame. "I never even thought about the abuse charges because he never mentioned them, never alluded to them at all, and I let myself not think about them because it had been Parkinson."

Draco sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "I was there. This very hospital, actually. A few floors up. Here for hours..." Shudders ripped through his body... So much blood... so many screams and tears... "Pansy's miscarriage was violent. T-Twins." His arms wrapped tightly around his rolling stomach, bile rising in his throat. "Tangled limbs, ripped body par-parts..."

"I know," Harry breathed. "I know. Fuck." He spun away, placed a hand on the wall and watched it curl into a fist. "He was arrested a couple of months later. I had to do it... He'd started a business, but everything he sold was tainted in some way. A malformed portkey was the worst of it, and I was working in that section of the auror department, so I ended up making the arrest. I read... I read the old report to remind myself that he was going to Azkaban for a reason, a few reasons. He got out a couple of months after that, but I'd transferred to a different area with Ron. I couldn't deal with abuse cases or smuggling anymore. Homicide wasn't much better that abuse, but... At least I know how to deal with that. I've dealt with murder literally my entire life. But he got out and I..."

He lifted his other hand, still not facing Draco. "I had two lovers between Nott's arrest and his release. The first didn't seem to understand the pressures of my job - even worse then than they are now - and broke up with me in the form of tearing my flat to bits. The second didn't seem to understand why I didn't want to go out and about, have my face plastered in the Prophet. He didn't see why I was working so much and not spending my wealth on, well, him. I kicked him out after he gave an exposé to the Prophet, detailing all the 'shocking' details about the world's saviour and whatnot. So I broke it off with him and had gone right back to the comfortable world of celibacy. We'd wrapped up a bad case - serial killer who liked to play with his victims before slowly letting them bleed to death. And Nott was at my flat. A few smooth words and I fell right back into it with him. It was exactly what you always hear, too. 'But I've changed. I won't do it again. Please, Harry, you're all I need.'" His laugh was soft and self-deprecating. "This was pre-mind-Healer so I was... I was still pretty desperate to be needed and cared about, so I lapped it up."

Draco stepped forward, the bubble dropping for a few moments with a powerful wave of his magic, his arms coming to wrap securely around Harry's waist as he allowed the bubble to reform. "You do need- no, deserve to be cared about Harry. We got our revenge on Nott, me and Blaise slowly helped Pansy heal, and now look: she and Blaise are deeply in love and Blaise, his partner Smith - business partner - and her are like the new Golden Trio." The last, vile lurch rolled through his body, his forehead resting weakly against Harry's shoulder. "I'm just... I-" 'I can't lose Scorpius.' He couldn't bring himself to say it. He couldn't bring himself to say it and hear the rebuttal that his son would make it, hear words that he slowly was losing belief in.

"It's been like that for years," Harry whispered, needing to finish now that he'd started, but he leaned back into Draco's embrace. "Someone in the department would arrest him, he would get out after a time or there wouldn't be enough evidence to hold him or he'd be let go at the trial stage and then he would come right back to me. The sessions with the mind-Healer would've gone so much faster if I hadn't been dealing with that. But he kept dragging me back... Even after I'd been put back on duty and cleared by the Healer, I just kept falling for it. I kept thinking 'maybe' like a bloody idiot. And then last time." Harry turned his head, cheek resting on Draco's hair. "I still work in homicide. And I had to make the arrest. His magical signature was all over this scene and I didn't need the analysts to tell me what had happened. Ten people. Oh, sweet Merlin."

Harry squeezed his eyes shut. "He was supposed to go to Azkaban for years. They weren't going to let him out again and I put in a personal request that he be kept behind bars. But he did a little song-and-dance to the tune of 'accident' at the trial. He got two years, one of which being house arrest, and five of required therapy. Ten people and he gets therapy to deal with his smuggling compulsion. And he's out in two goddamn months. Bloody hell, Draco, this system pisses me off to no end at times..." And he could admit, in the deepest part of his mind, that he had no hope that they would come through with Scorpius. They said no when it mattered, and nothing had ever mattered to Harry more. "I'm sorry," he breathed. "I'm so sorry I never thought of Pansy."

Draco combed a hand softly through Harry's hair, his heart jerking like the pull of apparation in his chest. "You couldn't of known, love. You didn't need to worry about her then. Do not blame yourself Harry. The Wizarding world... What we all fought for during the war... We constantly change. We are constantly changing, and sometimes... We need to start from the ground up. Pans got the help she needed, you got the help you needed, and Nott," he spat. "Is going to get the help he needs. From behind bars in Azkaban prison or at the tip of my wand. Whichever comes first." Leaning forward, Draco nuzzled his face warmly against Harry's hair, quiet whispers leaving his lips. "You deserve so much, and the things you've seen... I'm sorry Harry."

Harry turned in his arms and held on tightly. Bugger what Hermione had said. He had more faith - more proof - that any love he felt was more powerful than anything Voldemort had ever done. And Harry knew with absolute certainty that he'd never love anyone the way he did Draco Malfoy.

The two wizards rested against each other and held on tight, no words passing between them except little mumbles of sweet nothings and reassuring words. A small crash from inside Scorpius's hospital room had the two jerking apart and rushing inside. An owl was adjusting its feathers atop the bedside table, a small note strapped hastily to its leg.

Harry stared at the Ministry owl, shivered as he unattached the note and unrolled it. His eyes closed once he'd read it and he simply held it out to Draco. Those bloody bastards.

Harry. Hit a wall. Fucking Ministry prick basically said "too bad, fuck you." I can't get to Kingsley either. Meeting. You're supposed to be there anyway (dunno why) so they'll let you in. I'm blocked by wards. Come quick. Level three.

Draco read over his shoulder, quietly cursing to himself about the fucking idiots at the Ministry. "Go, immediately," he grabbed Harry's shoulder, giving his a rather small, forceful turn and push towards the door.

"But... I was already out of this room for..." He didn't know. But then Ron had underlined "quick" and he never took the time to underline things, especially not as roughly as he had there. "Fuck," he whispered and went to Scorpius. He laid a hand over the boy's heart and closed his eyes, pushing everything he had at the child. "I love you, Scorp," he whispered and shot a look at Draco. "I'll apparate there, get into the meeting, make Kingsley sign, and be back."

"Bloody fuck Potter," Draco grabbed his arm, heart pounding, giving him a forceful push out the door. "Don't talk, do. Use that stupid Gryffindor brashness and go save your son. Go!"

"Love you too, you prat." Harry dragged him into a heated, desperate kiss that was over much too fast and didn't say half what Harry wanted to say. "Don't give up," he whispered and was gone with a crack.

Draco glanced quickly over to Scorpius, cursing Harry bloody Potter till the day he was born. The idiot's apparation, whilst a few feet outside the door was still too close to Scorpius, the boy's lungs wheezing, gasping for air. Shite. Quickly dispelling the bubble, Draco rushed forward and grabbed a passing Healer's arm. "Get me Healer Granger, immediately!" The Healer nodded, grabbing his wand and casting a small Patronus. They knew the consequences if they didn't help Draco Malfoy, they knew who he was dealing with. The Healer turned and rushed back off, the bird-looking Patrnous flying away, bursting through the walls off towards Hermione. Draco turned, reformed the bubble once more with an exhausted shudder and rushed back inside.

Hermione was in a few minutes later, panting. "What? What's-" She broke off, rounding on Draco. "I leave you two alone for five minutes and there's enough magic in this room- Owl feathers?" She let out an irritated sound, wand going over Scorpius. Her breath hitched. "Where's Harry gone?"

"Ministry- Ron sent an owl-" Draco was rapidly going through notes in his head from what they had read, holding Scorpius's shoulder down so Hermione could clear his airways before being roughly shoved away with a cry of 'Dark magic!' and Hermione rushing back to work.

"Merlin's pants," she snapped and covered the entire bed in a protective shield. They couldn't move him, but there was too much magic in the room. They'd been steady for two days... "He has to come back. He must. This shows he's been away at least ten minutes." He'd had forty-five, but with so much magic in the air now... "How long did he say he'd be? He should've waited to leave until the magic had settled in here!"

"We were only outside for five! He just left not even two minutes previous!" Draco was shaking violently, his magic snapping in and out of his body before he made the decision to stand and rush out of the room. Scorpius with his pale, almost translucent skin, matted blonde hair and emaciated body was seizing, back arching off the body, limbs twitching and spasming, mouth open in silent noises as his lungs tried to call in more air through magic-choked airways, his skin turning a sickly, pale green- blue- ashen white- purple- The door to the hospital room fell shut in front of him and Draco collapsed to his knees.

"Why," Hermione shrieked, "were you outside?" Her voice lowered as she concentrated more fully on getting Scorpius stable. Oh, Merlin, this was... This was bad. Her own magic wasn't strong enough to filter all the magic out and some of it was Harry's, which made things more difficult. She had almost no idea how to separate the signatures. "Scorpius, hold on... Hold on."

Draco collapsed into a chair, body shaking violently, hands clutching at his hair, tearing at it as tears leaked past his eyes, legs unable to support him as sobs racked his chest. F-Fuck- Scorpius...! Why hadn't they been more careful?

Moments passed, Draco's body slowly calming, his breathing shallow and weak.

The door opened.

Hermione walked out. Took one dreadful look at him. And shook her head.

Draco's body froze.

"It was... There was too much magic in the room. I couldn't separate it or dissipate it without getting rid of Harry's magic. He should've waited before going... I..." She pushed her hair back with a quivering hand. "I'm so sorry, Draco. The room was rendered unstable and he just couldn't take it."

Scorpius is dead?

Hermione's weary glances at him confirmed all his thoughts.

His son was dead, gone.

-8-8-

When you were standing in the wake of devastation.. when you were waiting on the edge of the unknown, with the cataclysm raining down, insides crying save me now..

You were there and possibly alone. Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?

You build up all the failures all you've known.. remember all the sadness and frustration,

and let it go.

And in the burst of light that blinded every angel..

as if the sky had blown the heavens into stars,

you felt the gravity of temper grace falling into empty space...

no one there to catch you in there arms.

Playlists:

Abraxas: Iridescent- Linkin Park, Somewhere Only We Know- Glee, Lily's Theme- Alexandre Desplat.

Syl: She didn't listen to anything, apparently. XD I'm just shit at assigning songs to things. There's too much ambiguity to music, and lyrics are often too open to interpretation to be accurately defined based on everyone's perceptions. Soooo yah. (aka I'm too lzay to go through my 25 days worth of music in my library to find a song or 10 ;p)

Big words there Syl. XD Next chapter time-

We're... yeah.

The next three chapters will be the hardest for us to write.
We're down to the final three.

And we can finally give you something unique-

A small hint.

Aresto Momentum: HarryxDraco, Scorpiusx_.

Yes.

-Abraxas and Syl.