Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters (except some OC's), locations, etc. I only own the plot.
Summary: HPCCS an alliance was forged between three races, thrust into the hands of those who were unaware and placed itself in the midst of those unwanting to finally bring an end to the shadows lurking beneath them all.
AUTHORS NOTES [MUST READ:
About the characters lives before the story
O Syaoran left Tomoeda after 'Hope'
O Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix never happened.
O Sakura knows Syaoran still loves her and she still loves him but also knows he is not allowed to stay in contact because of the elders
O Hermione Granger never dated Viktor Krum
O Eriol still stayed in contact with Sakura
O Ron's brother Percy is not a prat in this story
O Fujitaka doesn't know anything about Sakura's powers but Touya has a suspicion.
Character's Bio's
Harry Potter: Age 16, Male, Wears glasses, has a distinct lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, messy jet black hair and emerald eyes. Tall but skinny, usually wears a sweatshirt with a hood to hide his face, stands at 6"1. A wizard.
Sakura Kinomoto:Age 15, Female, short auburn hair and emerald eyes. Stands at 5"4, wears none other than Tomoyo Daidouji's creations. A sorceress.
Ronald Weasley: Age 16, Male, red hair and blue eyes, stands at 6"2. A wizard.
Tomoyo Daidouji: Age 16, Female, has long dark hair and amethyst eyes, cousin to Sakura Kinomoto, stands at 5" 7. A muggle.
Hermione Granger: Age 16, Female, bushy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, stands at 5"8. A witch.
Syaoran/Xiao Lang Li: Age 16, Male, tall, messy brown hair and striking amber eyes, stands at 6"1. A sorcerer.
Ginny Weasley: Age 15, Female, red hair and blue eyes and stands two and half heads shorter than Ronald Weasley, stands at 5"9. A witch.
Eriol Hiiragizawa: Age 17, Male, wears glasses, has dark hair and dark blue eyes, stands at 6"1. A sorcerer.
Time/Age
X Takes place in Harry Potter's Sixth Year; Three years after the capture of the Hope card.
"Talk"
'Thoughts'
(Author's notes)
Letters/Mail
Letters/Mail
Chapter 2- Recreating a forged path
By sam-derevko
The night was cold on the streets of Magnolia drive. The people who lived on its territory were fast asleep, not hearing a peep of the unusual happening on the streets. Three dark figures seemed to float down from somewhere out of sight in the sky. They touched the ground and glided gracefully to one of the more run-down houses of Magnolia drive.
The three seemed to go through the rickety old gates and into the house without opening a single door or window. They moved into a spacious room, littered with dust and cobwebs.
The three dark figures gathered around an empty fireplace, their faces completely masked in darkness as they relied on the moon alone to foresee their doings. The first figure which walked on four legs swiftly released a small form of energy from its mouth and released it towards the moldy firewood in the fireplace, thus the fireplace grew to life.
The room was finally lit and its inhabitants illuminated.
A woman with long crimson locks and piercing blackish eyes smiled roughly as she dusted off her black ceremonial robes. She looked to be around her early twenties even though she had the knowledge of more than a thousand years under her belt.
"What are we doing here?" she asked the last figure.
He smiled a knowing smile and held up a glowing hand which quickly illuminated his young face. He wore thin glasses over his dark blue eyes and dark hair.
"I'm about to get a visitor."
Harry Potter woke with a start as his alarm clock screamed loudly at him accusing him for the lateness of the hour.
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He got up and stretched his aching muscles, the events of the night before still fresh in his mind. He put on his glasses and quickly got ready for the day.
"Choose my friends wisely?" he asked himself, remembering his strange visitor.
He shook his head. No, he should not ponder on it any more then he already has. He walked out of his room, making sure to lock the door and grab his wand and some wizarding gold.
"Would you like some breakfast Mr. Potter? We have oatmeal and-"
"No thanks Tom." Harry told the man and quickly left the bar. If he had only stayed, he would have realized the difference in the air around him as a pair of amber eyes flickered discreetly over the eyes of a portrait behind the barman's' head.
He tapped the third brick to the right above the bins and the doorway to Diagon Ally revealed itself.
Harry had to jump back in surprise, he had expected the Ally to be full of people with their own businesses, but instead it had looked as though he had walked in to a ghost town.
The shops were all run down, a few were left standing but they were all empty and seemed to be vacated only recently. Harry looked all around him and had to rub his eyes to believe it. He looked on further ahead and found one building which seemed to be untouched by the catastrophe that befell the Ally in front of it.
'Gringotts.' He breathed silently.
He heard a shuffle of feet from behind him and quickly had his wand at the person.
He was about to cast a stunning spell but his line of sight was quickly reverted down to not a man, but a boy. He didn't seem to be any older then seven years old and his clothes were all tattered and dirty. His light blonde hair was covered in mud and his light blue eyes were filled with tears.
"I…sniff…lost… sniff… mummy…" he cried.
Harry lowered his wand.
He kneeled down and tried to comfort the boy.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Fwancis." The boy sniffed. "But m-my…sniff fwends… sniff… caw me… sniff… Wance."
"Rance is it?" the boy nodded. "What's your last name? I can help you find your mum."
The boy cried harder.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked.
The boy couldn't stop crying.
"I… I… don't… sniff… wemember… sniff… anything… but… sniff… mummy! Sniff…"
Harry sighed.
"How long have you been here?"
"Since… westerdey… I asked… sniff… mummy… sniff… for… a new… sniff… bwoom…"
Harry was surprised.
"Did you see what happened to Diagon Ally?" he asked.
Rance nodded. "The man… sniff… in… gween did it… sniff… then… sniff… he… yelled… sniff… at… sniff… my bwoder… I… sniff…wan away!" the boy sobbed.
"I… heawd… sniff… mummy call me… sniff… and bwoder… disappeawed… with the man…"
Harry frowned. Where was he when this happened?
"What time did this happen, Rance?"
"At… night…" Rance frowned.
Harry sighed. He must have been on his way or in his room when it all happened. Why didn't Tom or anyone act differently in the Leaky Cauldron then?
"Come with me Rance. I'm going to the Leaky Cauldron. Who knows? Maybe your mum would be there."
The little boy smiled and hugged Harry.
"Thwanks." Harry smiled.
The boy let go and looked up at him. "Was youw name?"
"Harry. Harry Potter."
The boys' eyes widened.
"No!" he suddenly shouted and pushed Harry.
"Youw a bad man! The man in gween said so! And my bwoder too!" the boy started sprinting away as fast as his legs could carry him.
"Wait! Rance!" Harry shouted.
The boy quickly went behind one of the damaged shops and disappeared from Harry's sight.
He ran to catch up with the boy but as he went behind the shop, the boy was gone.
Harry sighed and started walking towards Gringotts instead of the Leaky Cauldron. If anyone knew what happened, it would be the Goblins.
Rance watched as Harry walked towards the white building and smiled.
"Wance?" a small voice called.
Rance turned around and spotted a girl with dark hair and brown eyes sitting up from a blanket on the ground, in the middle of all the rubble.
"Did you fwind that Hawy Pottew?" she asked drowsily, rubbing her eyes.
He nodded. "And youw mummy?" she asked. He shook his head.
She frowned. "Gween man won't be happy."
"But gween man will hewp us. I told Hawy Pottew to gew to where gween man wants him to gew."
"But… is gween man a bad man? Or a good man?" the little girl asked.
"Don't wowwy Emiwy… gween man pwomised to bring me to bwoder but he'll bwing you wid me. I won't weave you."
Emily smiled. "Thanks Wance."
The young girl sighed as she continued to stare at the folded up piece of paper on her desk. It was surrounded by a light pink bubble which levitated it slightly.
The piece of paper was folded and its message was hidden to her. She had read it earlier and she hoped for the words to be burned in her mind. She needed this. More than anything. Another mission. She couldn't back down and this time, there was a chance, that he would be with her once again.
She was currently in her room, trying to work on summer homework but failed miserably as she kept glancing back at the piece of paper.
She sighed and tucked away her school things and sat down at a chair closer to the piece of paper, her eyes begged for answers and her heart begged for hope.
"Sakura-chan…" Kero mumbled as he watched her.
"It could mean anything Kero. But… why was he… mentioned?" she asked her guardian, not even looking at him. She touched the piece of paper slightly and it glowed brighter but as she pulled her fingers away, it soon faded into its pink haze.
"Maybe… maybe it's… NONE OF OUR BUSINESS!" the little guardian exclaimed. It flew over to her and tried to get her attention but placing himself in between the piece of paper and his mistress.
"We weren't even supposed to receive that! Its supposed to be at… Lograts or… something… but its not ours. Its just a coincidence that we found it. We shouldn't trouble ourselves with it." He tried to convince her.
She looked even more troubled by his words and he instantly regretted speaking. But then she smiled at him.
"Maybe your right." The young girl sighed.
"Of course I am!" he smiled, relieved that she had believed him.
"Well, there's a cheesecake in the fridge if you want. Onii-san (Brother) and Otou-san (Dad) aren't home so you could dig in." she smiled.
The little guardian smiled. "Yes! A whole cheesecake for me!" then flew out of the room.
Sakura stared at the piece of paper again. "There is no such thing as a coincidence." She whispered under her breath as she waved her hand and the pink haze disappeared.
She felt herself grow feint but willed herself to stay conscious.
She unraveled the piece of paper and disregarded her throbbing head.
She went down to the very end of the piece of paper and a name came to her lips.
"Draco Malfoy."
His eyes darted back and forth as he waited nervously on his arrival.
Alecto knew that his 'work' had been less then satisfactory compared to his other comrades. In fact, he could even say that he was the weakest of them all. But he also knew that they needed him. Badly. It was a comforting thought especially when this organization was one whose fame was only exceeded by its power.
He looked around at his surroundings again, slightly more confident. He was unaware as to where he was. All he knew is that Travers told him to await Him there.
It was the first time he actually grasped his surroundings. He was in a small room, with bookcases filled with dusty old books and cobwebs. In the center of the room was an old green armchair and two high chairs.
'That's odd.' He thought to himself. 'He never sits anyone next to him.'
The floor was of moldy wood and the walls were of puke-green wallpaper. If Alecto could have his way, the entire room would have been redecorated.
"Alecto." A voice hissed.
Alecto turned around and got on his knees at once.
"My Lord!" he greeted the best he could.
He couldn't see anything but a dark cloaked man with his hood up. But the reason as to why he knew this was He was because on the floor next to his feet was the slithering companion He treasured above all his minions.
"And what have you to say to my Nagini?" He asked.
Alecto froze. He didn't even notice himself that he had been staring at the snake and suddenly found his breathing had become difficult. He looked down at his neck and found that the snake had coiled itself around it.
He almost screamed as it tightened its grip.
"N-no, M-my L-lord…" he gasped.
He signaled his snake to uncoil itself and it did so.
The Dark Lord hissed at Alecto who had started coughing maniacally as he was finally able to breathe properly again.
"Do you know what I have called you for, Alecto?" he hissed.
Alecto remained on his knees and looked up. "No, my Lord."
The Dark Lord sat down on one of the high chairs and Nagini slithered onto the second.
Alecto felt a wave of pride. He was obviously called upon to sit not only beside the snake, but next to Voldemort himself! And, not just on any old chair! The chair which depicted the highest position out of the three in the room! What an honor! Perhaps he didn't do as badly as he had perceived.
Alecto stood up and began walking towards the green armchair.
He could feel his Dark Lords gaze follow him as he relished the moment and sat down slowly.
The armchair had been very soft, and comfortable. It didn't feel as if it was old at all. It felt like it was made to fit his body perfectly and he was deliriously happy.
Until, he heard a hiss from his Lord.
"And what do you think you are doing, Alecto?"
Alecto stood at once. He was suddenly filled with doubt and remorse.
"Didn't… wasn't… I… uhh…"
The Dark Lord laughed a high pitched and cold laugh.
Alecto sighed. His Dark Lord was just making fun of his naivety. He thought he was a goner.
He laughed along side his Dark Lord and sat back down.
The laughing stopped.
"The first time was only slightly amusing, Alecto." The dark Lord hissed.
Alecto was confused. If the chair of highest power wasn't for him, or for His Dark Lord, then… who?
The door opened with a boom and all the books from the bookcases fell to the moldy floor at once. Alecto closed his eyes.
"And who might you be?" the voice was quiet and sounded foreign to Alecto.
Alecto opened his eyes and looked to his Master at once. What he saw startled him.
Voldemort, the Dark Lord, was kneeling down on the moldy floor.
Voldemort opened his mouth to say something and Alecto instantly dreaded it before hearing. It would mean they had all been deceived… he had been deceived.
"Master." Voldemort hissed.
Alecto looked up to see his Masters' Master who he had never even heard of for the first time.
And it was He who Alecto had seen before his body crumpled on the floor, his eyes lifeless and a blast lay reminiscent on the armchair which he had mistakenly thought was for him.
The young sorcerer smiled. His eyes twinkled in a way that only suggested that something was currently bringing him amusement.
He stared into the flames, his blue eyes twinkling and almost chuckled.
"Oh, my dear, dear descendent." He addressed the flames.
The fire lunged out of the fireplace and onto the ground before him. Its shape was defined yet fluid. Its body was that of an exact replica of an old and dear 'friend'.
The flame was crouched down but then stood once it caught sight of the young sorcerer.
"Hiiragizawa." It spat out coldly.
"You might as well give up." Eriol smiled kindly. "You can never defeat me."
"I'm not trying to." The flame glared, its golden amber orbs were only partially visible as blazing hair was covering them and dancing on the enflamed body.
"Then what are you doing calling upon Mu-king (god of fire) just to speak to me?" Eriol smiled even wider. "I heard you were banished and was to be disregarded by the gods after what you did in-"
"Don't." the flame said, his eyes downcast. "I am not here to repent or to explain myself. I am not here to seek pity. I am on a quest-"
"So you would like to know where she might be." Eriol frowned.
The flame nodded.
"You know the rules Xiao Lang."
The flame nodded once again.
"Yet you still want to seek her help?" Eriol questioned disbelievingly.
"I cannot complete this task without her. She seems to be vital for it to succeed; for Him to succeed."
Eriol frowned even more. "Why do you keep searching for ways to repent yourself yet you will not accept the forgiveness of the one who you have sinned against? Why won't you just let it go?"
"Because I am not deserving."
"It is not in your place to decide that Xiao Lang. It is hers. To the one whose innocence you have stolen. To the one whom you have sinned against. To the one who-"
"I know what I did to her and I know that she is more then willing to forgive. But that doesn't change the fact that I am not deserving of forgiveness. She is naïve Hiiragizawa. She is a child."
"She's our age Syaoran. She is not as childish as you give her credit for." Eriol sighed. "What is this quest you have been sent? According to you, she is a child. What help can she bring?"
The flame looked down and Eriols eyes widened. "No… you cannot possibly…"
The flame nodded and frowned.
Eriol closed his eyes and started mumbling seemingly incoherent words under his breath.
"It is done." He spoke quietly as the flame nodded. "You know that you still have my price to pay. I do not work without fee even for… old friends."
The flame nodded once again and extended a fiery hand to the young sorcerer.
Eriol mumbled a few more words before taking the flaming hand and then shook it. The flame turned to leave the way he had come but before he could, a blue light appeared on his wrist, a small circle of power engraved itself as a sign of debt.
As the flame had gone, the entire room had come back to its usual darkness. Two figures appeared beside the young sorcerer.
"Is it done?" Ruby Moon asked.
Eriol nodded. "The fate is sealed. It is her decision now."
Harry Potter was not a coward. He was pronounced brave by more then an entire civilization! Well, he wasn't sure if everyone called him brave but he knew he was not one to just run when his mind told him he would get hurt. He was the kind who would push the thought away and tread on.
But, this was different.
The very air was choking him to his very core. The tables were left overturned; the once messy yet organized entrance hall to one of the safest places in all of wizarding world was in a mess, not one living creature in sight. From the outside, the building seemed to be the only one left untouched, yet as he entered the building, he was proven wrong.
He had seen his first dead goblin that morning. Something he didn't really want to experience again. To see their sharp noses, usually high in the air with pride, broken; to see their usually scowling faces with wrinkles from over-work and millions of calculations in mind, empty and pale; to see the goblins blood littered on the floor beneath them with their tongues black as night and their eyes a glassy hue. Harry Potter did not want to see another one in his entire life.
Yet, that morning, he had seen a hundred more. All littered around the once grand wizards' bank that was Gringotts.
Harry had to stop himself from puking at the sight.
He had first been afraid, afraid of what else he might find after he had opened the doors that led to the vaults. Maybe more dead goblins, maybe a few alive, but he knew he had to tread on.
He stared at the bronze handle, it was enticingly difficult not to open the door, yet his mind screamed to him that it had enough. But as usual, Harry Potter did not listen to his mind and followed his instincts, which, for the first time in his life, was wrong.
Ten dark figures moved swiftly and silently over the edge of the wood, careful not to disturb even the most well tuned spirits. These intruders were not of any kind they had first encountered.
His eyes shone a subtle blue before he looked away from the moon shinning down on him.
He called to his command all his companions and the slipped into the territory unnoticed.
The winds gentle breeze was not disturbed and the great high spirits never awoke.
No one but the moon goddess Ch'ang o was able to detect the subtle movements of the intruders until a small pink light appeared fleetingly until its entire beholder disappeared, never to step onto the very grounds she had called home.
The intruders, it seems, have done their task.
Harry felt his mind screaming in agony as he tried to look away from the sight.
He couldn't believe what was laid in front of his eyes. He looked to his left; a familiar face stared back at him with cold and empty eyes.
"Bill?" he whispered.
The entire hall was cluttered with dead wizards and witches. But that was not what got Harry's gut clenching. There was a sense in the entire room, a feeling that Harry didn't understand. He glanced around the hall and had to stop himself from vomiting.
The wizards and witches that were killed, they were surely in pain as they died. One had their body cut in half but only from the nose to the navel, making all his guts fall out to the floor in front of him, while a woman behind him had the sickening pleasure of having her own arms strangle herself to her death.
Harry looked away. But he knew he needed to do something first.
He approached Bill's dead corpse but stepped back when something moved from behind his dead friend.
He pulled out his wand and quickly rushed his brain for a spell.
"Who's there?" he shouted.
"Harry Potter, sir!" a tiny voice squeaked.
"Show yourself!"
Slowly, a small young goblin child moved into his line of sight.
Its nose was still small compared to a fully grown goblin, it was only the size of an average two year olds height and its face looked young with no wrinkles in sight.
The small goblin was crying.
Harry put down his wand.
"What happened here?" he asked.
"A man! He was here to get something out of some vault. But he didn't have a key! My superior was the one he spoke to… When Griphook didn't let him pass, he… he… he stabbed Griphook! With this long sword that came out of nowhere! Then everyone started attacking him! He killed them all!"
The young goblin started to look up with eyes full of sorrow.
"But… Master Weasley here, he knew I was new! I'm a trainee you see; he took me and told me to hide behind him no matter what happened. Then, he was stabbed too sir. In the heart. Then Master Weasley fell down. So I hid behind him, like he told me."
Harry frowned. "Was this man, by any chance, green?"
The goblin gasped. "How did you know sir? Did you encounter him too? His robes were green and his sword had the yin-yang symbol imbedded the above the hilt."
Before Harry could respond, the door he just opened slammed shut.
"Well, well, well." A voice taunted. "I never though you would be here."
If there was one thing Kinomoto Touya didn't like, it was his sister. His annoying, loud and extremely clumsy sister. But there was one thing he didn't like even more. When he knew his sister was in danger. The feeling that she was out doing something dangerous again and trying to hide it with her smiles.
It irritated him when she would risk her own body and life for a person that she could have only met five seconds before. She was selfless that way but always came home with either a tired expression or a new bruise she would hide from him. Each day, especially since that brat left, she would come home late at night, exhausted and starving but she would hide it and go straight to her room. She even took the risk to sometimes go to her room through her bedroom window. Touya hated her yet couldn't help but be worried every waking second anyway.
And that morning, Kinomoto Touya knew that he would not like what he would find once he opened his sisters bedroom door.
He knocked three times and no answer. He started getting worried.
Then he heard something he never thought he would hear.
"Sakura!"
He rushed inside his sister bedroom and he came face to face with a floating plush toy.
He looked over to his sister's bed. It was empty.
He looked directly at the plush toy.
"What are you and what did you do?" he asked his voice full of anger.
Harry couldn't believe his eyes. He held his wand around his fist tightly. In front of him was someone he was hoping not to see.
"Malfoy." He spat.
Draco Malfoy sneered at him, wand in hand as he paced around the room, kicking the bodies on the floor as he made his way around.
"Don't you have any respect?" Harry shouted at him.
Malfoy stopped once he got to a Goblin at the very edge of the room wearing a different uniform than the rest. He bent down and pinched his nose as he started putting his hand in the dead Goblin's pockets.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked as he approached Malfoy, the trainee Goblin following from behind.
Harry gasped as he saw what Malfoy had been doing. Malfoy took out a dagger from the Goblins pocket and sliced his torso, goblin guts spewed out.
The trainee Goblin screamed. "Mister Griphook!"
Malfoy didn't pay them any attention and put his hand into the Goblins guts.
"Malfoy!" Harry shouted, disgusted as the trainee Goblin turned around and started crying.
As Malfoys hand came out once again, a small bloody pouch was enclosed in his fist.
"Well, Potter. I guess you're coming with me." He sneered as he put the pouch in his Pocket.
Malfoy extended his hand to Harry and smirked. "Choose for yourself."
Harry suddenly had a flashback of his first day at Hogwarts.
"You wouldn't want to go making friends with the wrong kind."
"I think I can choose for myself thanks."
"It was you!" Harry exclaimed. "In my room!"
Malfoy smirked. "Took you long enough. Remember the past Potter. Without it, you'll repeat the same mistakes."
"How did you do it? You didn't appear on the map!"
Malfoy sighed. "I don't even know. All I know is that you have to come with me now. If not, do me a favor."
"What favor?"
It was the first time Harry ever saw Malfoy look so unsure of himself. "Look for your friends."
"Why? What's wrong with them?"
Harry's robe was tugged by the trainee Goblin and he looked down.
"Mister Potter, sir! I… I must go. The Man who did all this-" the goblin was cut short as a pop was heard.
Harry turned around and Malfoy was gone.
Harry turned to the Goblin and found that it too had already disappeared.
"It has begun." A wise man frowned as he peered into a crystal ball.
"What has begun, Bao-zhi?" a small child with black hair and dark eyes asked the elder, rubbing his little eyes in weariness.
The man smiled at the boy and bent down.
"Look Tao-ran. Do you know who that is?" the man asked the boy as they both peered into the crystal ball.
Tao-ran's eyes grew wide.
"He's… alive?" the little boy smiled a wide smile.
Bao-zhi nodded.
"And he just forged the same path as Him." Bao-zhi whispered staring once again to the crystal ball that held the life of one so young, yet damned.
Authors Note:
ADDITIONAL CHARACHTERS
Yue/Yue-san: Age Unknown, No distinct gender but may be thought of as male, tall with light hair, silver-white eyes and pale skin, is usually in light ceremonial robes. Moon Guardian.
Kero/Kero-chan/Keroberos: Age Unknown, No distinct gender but may be thought of as male, sometimes the size of a plush toy with white wings, big ears, yellow fur and dotted eyes and sometimes the size of a large lion with yellow fur, sharp and white mane, big golden eyes and a blood-red ruby of power in the middle of his forehead. SunGuardian.
Ruby Moon: Age Unknown, No distinct gender but may be thought of as female, Tall with blood red hair, dark eyes and pale skin, is usually in dark ceremonial robes, the opposite of Yue/Yue-san. Moon guardian.
Spinel-san/Spinel/Suppi-chan: Age Unknown, No distinct Gender but may be though of as male, sometimes the size of a plush toy with blue wings, dark blue fur, big ears and dotted eyes and sometimes the size of a large panther with dark blue fur and a dark gem on his forehead. Sun guardian.
Fujitaka Kinomoto: Age 48, Male, tall with brown hair and bright eyes, Father of Sakura Kinomoto and Uncle of Tomoyo Daidouji, stands at 6"2. A Muggle.
Touya Kinomoto: Age 27, Male, tall with dark hair and dark eyes, brother of Sakura Kinomoto and cousin of Tomoyo Daidouji, stands at 6"3. A Muggle.
() Draco Malfoy: Age 16, Male, tall with light blonde hair and silver-grey eyes, usually in black robes, stands at 6"0. A wizard.
() Bao-zhi: A man covered in mystery who knows something about Him.
() Tao-ran: Bao-zhi's grandson. He is Seven Years old and knows more about the path than even those who are on it.