Ch. 2
Chance Meetings
Nine at night met Harry with a cloudy sky. He watched the clouds carefully through the open window, smiling at himself. The stores at Diagon Alley would all be closed, but he was certain that there would be stores in Muggle London that were open. He already had Kreacher change some of his money into muggle money, which he held safely in a black wallet in his pocket. It took him an hour to get the spell right, he heard about it from Hermione, but at the end he was able to perform an Extension charm in his wallet so that it can hold more than it looked like it could. So far, Harry had his money and Firebolt hidden safely inside. He was already dressed for a night out, wearing the smallest of his muggle clothes that fitted him.
There was a knock on the door and Harry quickly moved to the door. "What is it?" he opened it to reveal an excited looking Ron. "Harry!" he smiled.
"Shh… Mrs. Weasley thinks I'm sleeping," Harry said. "Told her that my Incubus is wearing me out."
"Ohh that's a good lie," Ron nodded. "Maybe I should go and tell her—"
"It's too late, besides, she doesn't call for anyone to do chores after nine," Harry said. "Now quickly come inside before someone sees you." He ushered Ron inside and quickly closed the door. He pointed his wand at it and muttered, "Colloportus." The door locked itself, earning a confused look from Ron. "I also told her I'm locking the door just in case," Harry said. "Now…"
He pulled out his wallet from his back pocket and opened it. He stuck his hand in and pulled out his Firebolt, the wallet's mouth expanding as the broomstick came out of it. "It's going to be a tight fit, but I think we can manage," Harry said. "Just hold onto me tightly Ron, and don't try anything. I think my Incubus might try to make you do things like earlier today, but I need you to resist it or we're never getting where we're going."
"Okay," Ron nodded. "So where are we going? Diagon Alley? Or maybe Knockturn Alley, I've never been in there—"
"No, we're staying to muggle London," Harry said. "I just need everyday clothes, we can get robes when we go to Diagon Alley for our schoolbooks."
"Alright, sounds smart," Ron nodded.
Harry mounted his broom, sitting more forward than where he usually does, leaving amble room for Ron. He looked at his friend and gave a sigh, "Are you ready for this? We're going to be in so much trouble if they catch us."
Ron gave Harry a mischievous smirk that reminded him of Fred and George. He swung his leg around the Firebolt and sat on it, his chest pressed against Harry's smaller back as his arms wrapped around the smaller teen. "Let's do it," he said. "You need clothes, anyway."
"That I do, now kick!" They both kicked off and the Firebolt hovered into the air. "Lift your legs," Harry said. They both did so as Harry carefully maneuvered the Firebolt higher into the air. They both ducked their heads down low as the broom began to move forward. Harry could feel Ron's breath on his ear as he gave a huge intake of breath. They slowly moved through the open window, the top of Ron's head barely grazed against the top of the windowsill, and their feet brushed against the bottom, but soon they were free.
Harry leaned forward even more so, and the Firebolt began to speed up. Wind start to press against them, it felt weird for Harry to have the wind press fully against his nose and eyes, his glasses left useless at the Burrow. Right behind him Ron was laughing with pure adrenaline. The Burrow and the Weasleys were quickly shrinking behind them as Harry aimed for the clouds. He slowed a little, so they can talk easily without air rushing into their open mouths. "I'm going to head for above the clouds! I don't want any risk of muggles seeing us."
"Okay!" Ron laughed. He held on tighter as Harry lifted the Firebolt and they started to ascend. The clouds were dark but not stormy. The two huddled close as they pierced through the layer of clouds, their clothes and skin immediately felt wet, Harry felt his hands moisten but he kept his grip firm. And just as they entered the cloud, they've left it, leaving a hole that wisped about them for a second until Harry leveled them off. Above them were countless stars that twinkled and shone down on them, along with a bright yellow full moon.
"This is amazing!" Ron whooped. "Why haven't I thought of this before?"
"I know!" Harry yelled. The two laughed together as they flown towards London. There were breaks in the clouds every now and again, and Harry used those to keep track of their location. They were both giddy and laughy, every now and again when Harry dove through the clouds to check their location, both of them got mouthfuls of cloud-water as they couldn't stop laughing.
They've flown like this for an hour, laughing under the moonlight, until they have finally reached London. Buildings sprawled behind them. Full of lights and people, the city seemed bustling even as the night wore on. Harry hovered near the roofs of high buildings, looking for a place to dismount.
"There, that alleyway looks empty," Ron said, pointing towards a nearby darken alleyway between two taller buildings. Harry nodded and flew around until they were directly above the alleyway before hovering downwards.
It was empty, expect for trash that was littered on the ground. When their feet touched the ground, both quickly got off of Harry's broom and the boy quickly returned it into his wallet. "So, where to now?" Ron asked.
"I think I saw a clothing store this way," Harry said, pointing out of the small alleyway. Ron nodded and the two were off. The two walked for a while, Ron looking dreamy-eyed at the high buildings and stores until they finally reached what looked like a major shopping center. Ron looked around, "So where do we start?" he asked.
"I don't know…" Harry frowned. "I've only ever gotten Dudley's old clothes. My Hogwarts uniform in First Year was the first set of clothes that I've owned for myself. I haven't even been in a muggle clothes store. Hell! I don't even know what size I am now because of that stupid Incubus inheritance thing I had."
"That's bad," Ron frowned.
"Yes, that really is bad. But what's worse is two Gryffindors speaking loudly about muggles in London," a voice said from behind them. They both jumped and spun around to see a tall, dark-skinned boy of their age smirking down at them, his brown eyes glistening with mirth as he had a hand rested on his waist.
"Wait…you!" Ron gasped.
"Hello Weasley, Potter, fancy seeing you out at night. I thought Dumbledore would be too scared of Death Eaters hiding in the dark to let anyone out," the boy chuckled. Harry stared at him for a moment, his brow furrowed. He looked familiar, but he couldn't place a name on him.
The boy say this and frowned, "Forgot about me Potter? I guess that makes sense, you were always so fond of my friend that everyone else seems to disappear. Then again that tends to happen when you befriend Malfoys."
"You're… Zabini, aren't you?" Harry said. He only vaguely recognized the Slytherin without his uniform of Malfoy near him. Harry did not know if it was because of how close he was, or if it was because of his recent growth-shrunk, but the boy seemed to be so much taller than either he or Ron.
"Yes I am Potter," Zabini smiled, "and you are an Incubus. You really should pay better attention to what you are saying, Potter. Someone wicked might be listening."
"Yeah, like you," Ron spat. "What, you going to run off and tell about us now?"
"Perish the thought Weasley, I would never do that," Blaise chuckled. "On the contrary, I would love to spend time with you Harry." He purred as he stepped towards Harry, his hand going to Harry's waist. The Incubus quickly slapped it away, looking disgusted.
"Get away, pervert," he said.
"Alright, okay, I'm sorry," Blaise said, lifting both his hands. "However, I cannot help it. Your aroma is messing with my mind."
"Aroma? What are you talking about?" Harry demanded. Zabini looked shocked. "You mean you don't know?" he asked.
"Just tell me!"
Zabini sighed and shook his head, "The things Hogwarts don't tell us. "There are many books I can show you Harry, but for the sake of time, you naturally emit an alluring aroma that draws gay and bisexual men towards you. Since you age shocked, maybe that means you have little to no control of it. You are lucky, however, that me grabbing your waist was the worst I did. There were many accounts of Incubuses both knowingly and unknowingly using their allure to… sleep with both men and women."
"So how do I control this allure?" Harry asked, his arms crossed. Zabini frowned and looked around to see the other muggles walking around, paying little attention to them other than odd glances.
"Let's continue this in a store, you need clothes correct?" Zabini said.
"Why should we go with you?" Ron asked.
"Because if you don't, those men over there will ask Harry some very interesting questions," Blaise said. He pointed towards two men who looked a little older than them wearing foppish clothes. They were leering at Harry hungrily.
"Let's go," Harry agreed. Blaise turned and escorted the two to the nearest store. It was much cooler inside and music was playing softly as racks of clothing lined up in neat rows, muggles holding bags browsing around them.
"Now, from what I remember, all you need to do Harry is just concentrate on your allure. Maybe envision it as a steam or something," Zabini said. "Focus on bringing it in towards you…"
"Just ask me…"
"What?" Harry said.
"I said focus on—"
"No, I… didn't you said 'just ask me'?" Harry asked.
"No, that wasn't me," Zabini frowned. "Weasley?"
"I didn't say anything," Ron said.
There was a cold chuckle and the voice said, "It was me Harry, inside you…"
What?
"Just ask me, and I'll take away our allure for now."
Who are you?
"I your true self. Now ask."
Can you… take away the allure?
"Done. See you tonight."
Harry felt as though the voice drifted away as something slowly moved back inside him. Blaise and Ron both blinked and stared at Harry. "You did it Harry, good job," Blaise smiled. "Now, let's get Harry a proper wardrobe of clothes. …And something sweet for Weasley." Blaise winked at Ron and took both the Gryffindors' hands before pulling them further into the store.
The clothes looked somewhat expensive. They passed a top whose price made Ron gag a bit. "Harry, are you sure you have enough money?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm sure Ron," Harry nodded. "However you're right that this place is expensive, Zabini where are you taking us?"
"You need to spend money to look good Harry," Zabini said. "Besides, if you want, I am more than happy to help."
"Why are you so nice, Zabini?" Ron asked. The three stopped as they looked at Zabini. The Slytherin turned to the two Gryffindors and smiled softly, "Because, I want to apologize to both of you, for everything I have allowed to happen the last five years."
"Y-You serious?" Ron asked.
"Is this because I am an Incubus?" Harry asked critically. "Is who I am now influencing your decision?"
"And who are you?" Zabini smiled. "A boy I had a crush on since fourth year? Cause that is all I see."
Harry blushed. "Y-you have a crush on me?"
"Yes, I do, Incubus or no," Zabini said. "So, with that out in the air, let's go. I am certain that the clothes I'll pick will suit you best."
Harry nodded, for some reason he had a big, dumb grin on his face as he followed Zabini. Ron was walking with them reluctantly.
"So, you have a crush on Harry and expect things to be all nice?" he asked.
"No, but now that we have this miraculous moment, I will do everything to make it nice," Zabini said. He stopped in front of a rack and pulled off two short-sleeved shirts of different colors. "Are you more of a blue or green person," he muttered, holding each shirt up in front of Harry. "Green," he decided after a moment's consideration. "Matches your eyes."
"Thanks… listen, how do you know so much about Incubuses?" Harry asked.
"Read about them, and other demons," Blaise hummed. "There's several books written about them, by wizards of course, all the books made by muggles are all lunacy. Now—wait a minute, what happened to your glasses?"
"Took him long enough," Ron muttered.
"Ron!" Harry hushed. He turned to Blaise and said, "My inheritance must have fixed my eyesight somehow."
"Really? Let me see…" Blaise leaned forward to Harry, their noses only inches apart. "Yeah," he whispered, his hot breath making Harry blush, "I can see why… it's very faint, but I can see red in your eyes, just on the inside. It's rather alluring."
"R-Red?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, I'm guessing that is what fixed your eyesight," Blaise nodded. "Anyway, what size are you now?"
"Medium," Harry said. Blaise nodded and got the right size shirts and handed them to Harry to hold. "Ron, what's your size?" he asked.
"Wha—um… Large," Ron blushed. Blaise nodded, "Nothing to be ashamed of Ronald, I'm a large too… ahh, here we go." He smiled as he gave Ron a short-sleeved shirt that was a fiery red.
"What am I doing with this?" Ron asked confused.
"Try it on Weasley, Harry can't be the only one getting clothes tonight," Blaise smiled.
"But I don't have any money," Ron muttered. He gave Blaise the shirt back, frowning, "You can't just expect to buy clothes for me."
"Sorry… but I want to," Blaise said. "Just as a gift, to show that I'm sorry." The teen frowned a little, but put the shirt back.
"Then err…I uh… choose," Ron said awkwardly.
"Alright," Blaise shrugged. "Now Harry, go and try these on, okay?"
"A-Alright," Harry said. He and Ron followed Blaise as the Slytherin continued to pull out shirt after shirt.
"By the way, how much muggle money do you have?" He asked. Harry took a step closer to Blaise and leaned towards his ear.
"I uh… took out a hundred and fifty galleons and converted those," Harry said in a soft voice, so Ron couldn't hear. "But please don't tell Ron, he's… sensitive to money issues."
"Yeah, sure." Blaise nodded.
"Anyway, Zabini—"
"Blaise, please call me by my first name Harry," Blaise purred.
"Blaise. What are you doing here? I thought a Slytherin would rather die than shop in muggle shops," Harry said.
Blaise chuckled as he gave Harry a rather tight-looking shirt. "You're so cute Harry," he smiled. "We wizards have no sense of fashion, you know? I mean, we look good sometimes, but most of the time it's like we have no idea how to match colors or wear a simple shirt! Muggles on the other hand, have a nice variety of fashion. Common wear, professional wear… sexy leather, everything looks different!"
"O-Oh… I never knew," Harry blushed.
"How could you not? You live with muggles, right?" Blaise asked.
Harry snorted and said in a rather cold tone, "Yeah, I live with muggles. Two fat bastards and a woman who looks like a donkey's ass. The only clothes I've gotten was my cousin's hand-me-downs, and they were awful."
"So you never had real clothes that fitted you? How awful," Blaise lamented. He smiled at Harry and winked at him, "Well, tonight's the night to fix that Harry. Stick with me, and I'll make sure you're the sexiest Gryffindor Hogwarts have ever seen."
"I—thanks… I think," Harry said. He quickly hid his head against his chest to hide the growing blush. Blaise chuckled at that and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder, it was a welcomed, warm weight that he didn't shrug off.
The three of them made their way to the back of the store where a line of changing booths greeted them. "We'll wait here while you change," Blaise said, opening an empty curtain for Harry. The boy nodded and walked in with his new clothes.
The booth was small, with a single bench that was build into the wall, and a hanging rod with several empty hangers. There was a mirror that Harry stood in front of as he took off his shirt and pants. This was the first time he got a good look at his near-naked body. He noticed his muscles, his thin, firm frame, the way his butt extended from his body. He liked it all. Smiling to himself, he took the first shirt and put it on.
It was a tight dark green shirt. It fitted him nicely. It wasn't too tight like his old clothes, and it wasn't baggy like Dudley's clothes. Instead it fitted him right, hugging him at the right places and still comfortable that both he and the fabric can breathe. Smiling at his image, he turned to the pairs of pants Blaise brought for him.
They were all skinnier than the jeans and pants he usually wore. Frowning, he wondered how he would ever fit in them as he picked up a park pair of jeans. He stepped into them and, like he expected, he had trouble with his new bigger rear. He struggled, even clenching his ass, and after a minute's fight, the jeans finally slipped on, and Harry was impressed that it was easy to button and, again, it fitted him perfectly.
He walked out of the dressing room and posed awkwardly in front of Blaise and Ron. "So… who do I look?" he asked.
"Brilliant, Harry," Blaise smirked. He looked at Ron, who just stared at Harry, his mouth hung open slightly. "Well Ronald? Doesn't Harry look good?"
"I—uhh… brilliant, mate," Ron blurted out.
Blaise chuckled while Harry blushed. "Go try on something else now, Harry," Blaise commanded. Harry nodded and went back into the booth. And so it went on, Harry tried on outfit after outfit, shirt after shirt, and pants after pants. With each one, his confidence grew bolder and bolder as he started to feel more of himself. It was great, Harry decided as he paid for all the clothes he tried on along with a couple of belts and accessories, to have clothes that actually fit you.
The only thing that felt odd was his face, he felt naked without his glasses. When he told Blaise and Ron so, the Slytherin chuckled and smiled. "Well good thing our next stop will fix that," he smiled. "We have your casual look Harry, and now, for professional."
The next store was a suits store. Both Harry and Ron felt like they were strangers in the store, however Blaise walked around as if he was in his element. He led Harry and Ron to a wide array of shirts in every color and dressed Harry as if he was Zabini's personal mannequin until he had five pairs of dress shoes, twelve shirts of different colors, ten pairs of pants of all dark colors from black to blue to emerald-green, and a few ties. When he was finish picking everything out, Zabini smiled at Harry, "There, I think we have enough."
"Blaise! This is too much," Harry said. "I mean—I won't even have room for these in my wardrobe!"
"Just use the same charm you've used on your wallet," Blaise shrugged.
"How did you know…"
"I uh told him how we got here," Ron admitted, "while you were changing."
"Oh… I guess, but still this is way too much clothes Blaise," Harry said.
"There is never enough clothes for you Harry," Blaise said earnestly. "Like you said, you've never had your own clothes. I am making up for that. Now, come on, there's one more thing I want to get here then one last store. However, this store anything is optional, I just need to pick something up from it."
"Okay," Harry nodded. Carrying their bags, the two followed Blaise deeper into the store. It was a multi-leveled store, so after they climbed some stairs in the back, they stepped onto the second floor to see a wall of glasses.
"Designer glasses, all lens-less," Blaise said. "For some reason people that glasses are just a fashion accessory instead of a disability device. Oh well. You feel naked without your glasses, right? So pick a pair."
"Thank you, Blaise," Harry said. He handed his bags to Blaise and got closer to the wall.
Ron walked up to Blaise and gave him a sharp glare. "What is it Weasley?" Blaise chuckled.
"I swear if this is all for you to have your way with Harry, I'll hurt you," Ron muttered.
"Huh? I would never hurt Harry, unless he wants it," Blaise said. "Besides… aren't you also affected by his allure? Don't you think he's attractive?"
"Course I do!" Ron said, "But he's my best friend! I would never do that stuff with him! He doesn't even know about it."
"Then I'll make sure to be a good teacher," Blaise purred. "I was not lying when I said that I cared for Harry since fourth year. All of tonight is just me apologizing that I did not tell him earlier."
"Sure, it is," Ron said, looking utterly unconvinced. "Still goin' to watch you. If I see you hurt Harry—"
"I know, I know, you'll punch me like Granger punched Malfoy," Blaise said. "You Gryffindors are so physical. "
It took Harry ten minutes to find a pair that closely resembled his old glasses. He pointed it out and a clerk collected it. He was told to sit down as the same clerk measured his face and, twenty minutes later as it was an empty floor, Harry had his own pair of lens-less glasses. He paid for everything, and the three walked out of the store.
"So, where's this store that you need to go to?" Harry asked.
"It's in Knockturn Alley," Blaise said. "There are several like it somewhere around this city, but I love the selection that Knockturn's store has. So, come on, let's go." He turned and began walking. Harry and Ron shared a look but followed, they weren't afraid of Knockturn Alley.
"How are we even getting there?" Ron asked. "We're carrying so many bags, and The Leaky Cauldron has to be so far away!"
"You're right, but then again a lot of people find their way to the Leaky Cauldron by walking," Blaise nodded. They walked into a nearby empty alleyway and Blaise turned to Harry. "Take out your wallet," he said.
"Why do I—oh yeah," Harry said. He pulled out his wallet and opened it widely. One by one, the three boys began stuffing their bags into Harry's wallet until their arms and hands were free.
"Right, now follow me little lions," Blaise said cockily, and he continued walking down the alleyway.
The two boys did so hesitantly, Ron leaned over to Harry and whispered, "Do you know where we are?"
"No, I don't. All we can do now is just trust Zabini," Harry whispered back.
It was as though they were walking in a maze. From alleyway to alleyway they walked, turning left, right, left, left, straight on, left again, a few rights—Harry quickly lost track as they kept walking around what seemed like a never-ending alleyway. There were no signs of cars, dumpsters, or people anywhere in this alleyway. The only sound they made were the sound of their feet hitting the cement. Harry's feet started hurting. He looked down to his worn-out shoes and saw that somewhere along the line, the cement stopped and a cobblestoned street began.
The three turned a final corner, and Harry and Ron stopped short to see shops on both sides. "Where are we?" Ron demanded.
"Knockturn Alley, where else?" Blaise snickered. "Come on, the shop's a bit down the road." He began walking, not waiting for the two Gryffindors. They've hurried to follow Blaise.
The street was empty, and Harry doubted that anything was open when Blaise Zabini stopped in front of a small black door without any telling of a store. He opened it and stepped to the side, as if waiting for the two of them. "Come on my pretty lions, you two first," he said.
Harry and Ron shared a look before walking inside. Blaise followed them. The two boys stopped right at the entrance as it dawned to them what they walked into: it was a leather shop. The smell of fresh leather assaulted Harry's noise. He wrinkled it up and turned to Blaise. "What do you need from here?" he demanded.
"A pair of pants I ordered," Blaise said. "Well look around, let me know if there's anything you like."
Harry already knew that he wouldn't like any of the stuff, but he went along with it. He and Ron walked around, idly browsing. Harry felt out of place and looked at Ron to see if he felt the same, but his friend looked transfixed as he stopped walking to stare at a black leather jacket. "Harry," Ron said breathlessly, "I think I want that… is that, is that ok?"
"Yeah… I guess so," Harry said.
"See something you like boys?" Blaise asked, startling them both. They turned to see the Slytherin standing behind them, holding a bag.
"Y-yeah," Ron said hesitantly. "That…"
"Ahh, you have a good eye Ron," Blaise nodded. "That is dragon leather, one hundred percent. Come on, take it down and we'll find a pair of pants to match it." Bewildered, Ron just nodded and Harry watched as his friend was manhandled by Zabini, the two walking around the store and, a few minutes later, coming back to Harry with another bag.
"I got it!" Ron smiled. He looked proud of himself as he held the bag high.
"But what about the cost?" Harry asked.
"Don't worry about it," Blaise said. "Weasley felt bad, so I told him that he can do me a favor and we'll call it even."
"A favor," Harry said doubtingly. And what sort of favor is that, he thought to himself.
"Yes, a favor," Blaise smiled. "Now, boys, I believe it's time for all good Gryffindors to be off to bed."
"Good night," Ron smiled.
"Yeah, night," Harry said. "Blaise… tonight was fun, thank you."
"Don't mention it Harry," Blaise smiled. "Though I want to see you again. How about the two of us find a compartment together on the way to Hogwarts?"
"Yeah…that would be nice," Harry nodded. Blaise shook Ron's hand, and stepped towards Harry, surprising the boy with a hug. "Expect a present from me later," the Slytherin whispered in Harry's ear.
Harry blushed as Zabini stepped back and smiled at the three of them. He escorted them out and watched as Harry pulled out his Firebolt from his wallet. Ron and Harry mounted the broom and, with one final wave goodbye, they were off into the cloudy sky once more.
It was midnight when they returned to the Burrow. All the lights were off in the house, and Harry's window was still wide open. He moved slowly in, again their feet barely touching the windowsill as Harry landed on his bed.
"That was fun," Ron whispered.
"Mmhmm," Harry nodded. "Though I believe Zabini got me too many clothes." He pulled out his wallet and looked inside. "There has to be twenty bags in here! Not counting yours." He reached in and pulled out Ron's new leather jacket and pants. "Mrs. Weasley will scream if she sees you wearing that," he said.
"I know," Ron said with the biggest grin of his face.
"It's late, we should both head to bed. You can help me unpack my clothes tomorrow," Harry yawned.
"Alright, night Harry."
"Night."
Harry unlocked then relocked his door after Ron left his room and kicked off his shoes before collapsing onto bed, too tired to even take off his shirt and jeans, as he immediately drifted off to sleep.
He woke up in a non-descriptive place. Fog covered everything, dense and thick. Harry walked aimlessly, searching for any landmark or structure that he could see through the fog. He did not know how long he walked until he found himself, strangely, in a room.
It had white cement walls that towered into infinity, bleak flooring, and no furniture. It looked more of a prison than a room. "What in the world…"
"Hello Harry, so glad to meet you."
The voice startled Harry, and he jumped away. Looking around frantically, he found the owner of the voice and almost screamed. It was him! Yet he looked so different. This Harry's skin was flawless, there was not one imperfection on it yet… the boy was naked, his cock flaccid and on his back there were two black leathered wings, bounded together forcibly by an invisible rope. His pointed tail was wrapped around his waist, the edge resting against his flaccid, hairless penis. This Harry was smiling, though Harry did not know why. The teeth were pointed, fitting together perfectly like a predator staring at his prey. And his eyes… two ruby-red eyes stared back at Harry's emerald.
"Harry!" The Incubus screamed and lunged forward. Harry screamed and jumped back, but the Incubus did not move far. It was then that Harry noticed his hands were hidden away, locked behind his back in a steel contraption and chained to the wall; his feet too were chained, both together with shackled on each foot and too the wall. The Incubus was entirely trapped.
"Wha…I don't understand," Harry breathed.
The Incubus chuckled and looked at the chains. "Does this shock you Harry? Scare you?"
"Who… what is happening?" Harry asked.
"This is what Dumbledore did to us, my pet," The Incubus said. "And it is killing us."
A/N: Reviews are motivation, at least according to my depression.