A/N: Currently have no idea what will happen to this…
Warnings: Language, Unbetaed, OoC, pretty much the same.
Pairing(s): LVHP (light, I told you!)
Disclaimer: I'm hooked up with Imagine Dragons because of "Ready aim fire" which was a soundtrack in Iron Man 3…
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Harry
Tom
::Parseltongue::
"Speaking"
"spells"
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Harry was staring up at the ceiling in his and Ron's shared room in Grimmauld place. It was in the middle of the night and pretty much everyone was asleep. He could even hear Ron's snoring that was slowly becoming an annoyance to him. He was actually half tempted to cover the red-head's face with a pillow to suffocate him to death.
It had been a few weeks since he first arrived in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix and he was already missing his Free Reign. His last act was the one with Tonks and Moody had kept a close eye on him ever since. Well, he just kept on blowing raspberries to the man anyway. Although, Lupin has also been glancing at him from time to time… werewolf or not, the guy needs to be more discreet. No wonder his missions always ended up as a failure.
Maybe he could just band up with the twins to create havoc…? That would serve for at least a bit of entertainment. Sirius would even approve of that because even he was getting bored with being holed up inside this grim old house. At least Kreacher, the old House Elf, has been helpful to him. And the house looked a bit better than the first time he saw it.
To be or not to be…
What are you talking about, Harry?
Oh nothing, nothing… just thinking whether I should slowly break my façade or not.
There was silence as Tommy pondered over his question.
You could always try to convince my other self to allow you to climb aboard. That would alleviate your boredom. It would even get you back your 'Free Reign'.
Harry shot up from his bed in excitement. Why didn't I think of that?! The worse thing that could happen to me is to have Voldy have a few Crucios at me and then dying with an Avada Kedavra!
Harry felt Tommy sigh in exasperation. Why did I even suggest that…
Harry giggled as he started to bounce on his bed, plans being formulated half-way through. Why Tommy, that is because you love me. And besides, the only obstacle that could lead to the worst case scenario is the prophecy you mentioned… not that prophecies are meant to be heard…
Deciding that his energy was probably too much to stay in one place, Harry bounced up and skipped his way outside the room. Once outside, he looked around in the darkness before shrugging and continuing forward. He had already memorized his way around, thanks to Kreacher's help.
If he really did want to come into a truce with Voldy, he would have to find a way out. And probably indulge his urge to have another Free Reign for at least an hour. Probably.
School was still a month or so away so he still had a lot of time in his hands. Disappearing for the whole day was not exactly a cause of alarm for the Order members who did stay in the house since he was prone to disappearing to explore the house and would be randomly spotted in different places. Molly did scold him for that, saying that it was dangerous to roam around but Kreacher stepped in and said he had already 'purged the house of anything that could hurt Young Master Harry'. Needless to say, Molly and anyone in hearing range were incredulous at the deranged elf.
So, he simply ignored every warning they gave him and still went on to explore the house. He found it hilarious when even Moody can sometimes not find him. After the fourth day, they had given up lecturing him earning a mischievous smile from the twins. He even found the library and spent most of his time there, if he wasn't in a warded empty room where he could practice anything he wanted. Not all of the explosions they hear came from the twins.
Maybe he should show up once, standing on the ceiling? That would be fun.
So what are you going to do?
Harry skipped into a room that only he can enter after locking the wards into his blood. It was pretty much empty, aside from a window and a white leather couch. The walls were, of course, black.
Harry ignored the couch and went to sprawl on the floor.
"This place really could use a carpet," muttered Harry, bending his back because he felt like it. "Why didn't I ask Kreacher to put some?"
Because you also use this room for your more volatile hobbies. I ask you to protect yourself and you go take interest in dangerous subjects. What wrong have I done in raising you?
Harry grinned, kicking up so he's standing with his hands. "That is the problem. You basically raised me."
At times, he would talk to his Tommy like this. He liked making their talks private but there's just this amount of amusement he gets when he imagines people walking in on their random conversations and people would probably think him barmy; it's just fun.
He spent the time planning while doing stunts Molly Weasley would probably faint at if she saw anyone doing it.
By the time dawn came, Harry had arranged a random disappearance two days from then. The meeting with Voldy would have to wait whenever he would be able to finish his animagus transformation. He already knew what animal he is, it's only finding enough time to find a way to revert back to his human form that he needed to finish. He didn't want to be stuck in his animagus form when people knew where he is. That would just suck.
You could use this day for that one.
Harry blinked. Huh. I could.
"Kreacher!" called Harry.
There was a near silent pop, and then the deranged house elf was standing before him in a bow, its big ears touching the floor.
"What could Kreacher do for Young Master Harry?"
Harry was grateful that Kreacher doesn't have the grammar problems other elves, like Dobby and Winky, have. Apparently, that depends on the Master and elf's affinity to each other. He was a bit thrown out of the loop when he found this out, but thankful that because of this, Kreacher cannot disobey him no matter what.
Sirius had been suspicious at first when the elf followed Harry's orders without badmouthing him, but the elf still showed its dislike to the innocent convict. Harry could careless and even allowed the deranged house elf to do anything it wants as long as it follows Harry's orders and never betray him. It had caused for the elf to cause even more havoc than before but tolerates the others whenever it knew that Harry's in his façade.
"Please inform the others, if they ever do ask, that I have already eaten so they won't bother you or me," ordered Harry with a grin. "Also, can you make an illusion of me regularly? It doesn't have to be always up, just enough to at least mislead them."
"Of course Young Master Harry." nodded the elf. Then, with another pop, he was gone.
Don't you have to eat?
I survived more than a few weeks without food before, what is a day compared to that?
Harry…
It'll be fine.
Tommy sighed in defeat. Harry knew there was something Tommy wanted to say but he didn't know what.
With confusion, Harry started on his meditation, sitting cross legged on the comfortable couch.
He stayed like that for an hour with no change, and then his skin slowly started sprouting fur. Slowly, ever so slowly, the changes started. First was the tail, then triangular shaped ears appeared on top of his head.
By the time the changes stopped, it was well over noon.
Where a fifteen year old sat there now laid a small feline barely brushing adulthood. Its black ears had a white circular spot, and its fur's pattern was not far from that of a leopard. Wide green eyes peeked through its small head that showed far more intelligence than a normal animal would.
A Margay. At least they're agile.
Don't forget that they're nocturnal as well.
And lives most of their lives on trees. I'm just lucky Animagi don't follow their animal's reproductive cycle, and that I'm male.
Tommy gave the impression of shrugging. It's well over half of the day, you should probably try to revert back.
Harry nodded and closed his eyes to concentrate.
The same as before, the processes was long. It took another hour before changes were once again started. It was already dinner time when he was finished.
"That took a long time," sighed Harry. "I'm grateful I had the whole day."
Why don't you try practicing for a few times?
Harry pouted but agreed. He spent another four hours changing back and forth, every transformation taking shorter amount of time every repeat.
Tooommmyyy~! Can I sleep now?
Harry, I told you to go to sleep an hour ago. You were the one who insisted to practice more until the change is almost instantaneous.
Fine! Be mean to me!
And that is why you have a cat Animagus.
Harry huffed and crossed his arms but stood up from his sitting position, wincing at the crack his bones made. He probably should have changed positions every now and then. He was about to exit the room when a thought came to him.
He grinned. Opening the door slightly, he changed into his Animagus form and slipped out of the crack he left on the door. Using his hind leg, he closed the door behind him. Looking around, he was happy to note that he can see quite fine. Being nocturnal rocks!
Also, he was delighted to find that the beams, posts, and walls were made of wood. He was now happy about his form. He climbed up the beams and trotted wherever it leads him. He stopped when he saw a person walking on the hallway.
As the person got closer, he recognized it as Sirius Black.
Is it fine if he found out?
He won't be saying it to anyone if you ask him. He'd probably be delighted to see you following in their footsteps.
Harry rolled his eyes but he made the decision. If Black thought that he was getting close to them, it would be funnier when they find out just how much he actually repulses them. And the man was a dog.
He prepared himself for an attack and once his target was close enough, he pounced. He used Sirius' hair to cling on and perched himself on his shoulder.
Sirius jumped as soon as he felt a… furry thing collide with his neck and then pulled at his hair. He whipped his head to the side to find, to his horror, a cat perched calmly on his shoulders, its green eyes glowing with mischief. It was no secret that cats and dogs don't hit it off well so Sirius did what his instinct screamed at him to do; he growled.
The cat merely stared at him before it licked its paw.
"What is a cat doing here?!" bellowed Sirius.
Harry merely meowed at him and pawed the human's nose, wishing that he didn't have to retract his claws.
Before Sirius could try to swat him down or whatever, Harry jumped down from his perch and landed gracefully on the ground. He walked away for some distance then transformed back to his human form.
He turned to Sirius with a mischievous smile that he didn't even need to fake. "Hey Siri!"
Sirius was staring at him with shock. Harry nearly huffed childishly but refrained from doing it as Harry Potter never did anything that is childish. He also ignored the urge to snap his fingers in front of the man and say the word 'sleep'. He settled on the most Harry Potter-ish response (the most boring, in extension).
"Sirius?" blinked Harry, trying to get the man's attention. "Siri? Padfoot!"
This seems to snap Sirius out of his daze.
"H-Harry?" stuttered the dog Animagus. "Th-That cat was you? You- you're—"
"Yes, Sirius," said Harry in a calm voice that conflicted his eyes flashing with mischief.
Sirius came out of his stuttering and he barked out a laugh. "Which question did you answer?"
"Umm… both, I guess…?"
"Oh—" Sirius let out a delighted laugh. "Tha—This- this is great, Harry! James would be so proud of you! I'm so proud of you!"
Harry closed his eyes with a proud grin to hide the fact that he was angry. He really hated it when they use his parents. They are nothing to him. Once upon a time, that would have made him happy, but now, it doesn't.
"So, um," said Harry, playing with the hem of his shirt. "Maybe I- I can finally help and come with you whenever Professor Lupin- I thought that I could, um—"
"Merlin, Harry!" shouted Sirius, a stern expression crossing his gaunt face. "I can't- I know you would want to but- Harry, it's dangerous. I-It's not safe even with the Wolfsbane—"
Harry cut him off apologetically. "I- It's okay… I know, I- I'm sorry. Just- Sirius, please… um, at least don't- I really don't want others to find out that…"
Sirius sent him a smile. "Of course I won't, pup." Sirius ruffled his hair with a wink and Harry fought the urge to violently pull away. His body did tense though and Sirius seems to have noticed this. Morgana's skirt, he should be able to control his flinches better—
He was engulfed in a hug by the bigger man and Harry stiffened further, furiously fighting the urge to kill the man. He forced his body to relax in the hug and Sirius tightened his hold.
"I'm really sorry, pup." whispered Sirius over his head. "It's just too dangerous. I- I promise you, at the end of all this, we'll finally be a proper family and you can do whatever you want."
Harry forced a smile to his face although he wanted to retch. "Si- I- I would like that…"
Sirius tightened his arms once more before finally letting him go. Mentally sighing in relief, Harry looked at Sirius and gave a watery smile. Sirius responded with a megawatt smile.
"So pup," said Sirius mischievously. "You're a cat… I'm a dog… mortal enemies, they say. Up to an adventure?"
Harry shook his head. "I don't think Mrs. Weasley would be happy with that. Besides, it's already late at night, some people need their sleep."
Sirius pouted and Harry thought it looked disgusting. "Aww, but Harryyy. You know we don't even listen to Molly. And I still don't know how you made Kreacher listen to you."
Harry grinned at him. "A wizard never reveals his secret."
With that, Harry transformed back into his Animagus form and bounded away, eager for the escape.
Why did I even reveal it to him?
Because you're an idiot?
Shut up, Tommy.
Look on the bright side, you have someone who will probably recognize you in your Animagus form and help you.
Harry shivered his fur standing up as he entered his shared room with Ron. Doesn't mean I like him.
Keep that up. You can now continue on your plan on visiting the other me.
You mean Voldy.
Yes, Voldy.
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Harry just came back from his Free Reign; some poor sod now had his body parts strewn around different parks. He had entwined the poor sod's intestine at a chain of a swing in an abandoned playground found in the outskirts of a town he randomly came across with when he was just apparating to wherever his imagination brought him to. And he was proud to say that he made the expression 'picking with bones' quite literal.
It was morning when he arrived back at Grimmauld Place. He sneaked into the house using his Animagus form and slipped into his bed, transforming back just in time for Molly Weasley to come knocking, declaring that breakfast was ready.
Harry stretched his back and went to take a shower, cursing in parseltongue about his lack of sleep. Why did he just finish off back at dawn again? He could have done it much faster to at least have some sleep. Maybe he could pull the 'having nightmares' card? He was pretty sure Molly would not be averted to him getting some sleep. Yeah, that could work.
He was already finished dressing when Ron finally woke up, muttering about being hungry and food. Harry shrugged and followed his roommate out the door. They went to the dining room and were greeted warmly by Molly Weasley who scolded Ron for not taking a bath first.
Harry sat down to his usual sit, between the twins who were hunched over, talking about the products they had been experimenting on. He knew that they would have a shop over at Diagon and would probably ditch school but he could care less. It was their business. He held neither hate nor like to them, though they seem to like him, if their standing up for him was anything to be held by.
He responded to their inane chatter, mind already clouded over by boredom even after his Free Reign. Though conjuring up the images of his earlier endeavor lifted his mood up. The lack of sleep just made him a bit cranky even to himself.
The morning was interrupted by the arrival of the owls carrying their Hogwarts letters. He read it over, pretending to be excited. He did here the squeals and ruckus though.
"Mum! Mum!" exclaimed Ron, eyeing a badge on the table wearily. "This- is this—"
"Is that—" started George looking wide eyed at the badge.
"—what we—"
"—think it is?"
"Oh Ron!" squealed Hermione. "Congratulations! We—that means you and I as I am a prefect as well—need to celebrate this! Of course we still have to prepare—"
"My baby is a Prefect!" Molly Weasley engulfed her son in a bone-crushing hug. "We have to tell your father about this! Finally someone in this family—"
Harry tuned them out after congratulating his two so called friends and settled on just reliving his Free Reign; the conversation doesn't have anything to do with him anyway. He was lost to his own world when Molly Weasley called his attention.
"Harry, dear," Mrs. Weasley called. "Dumbledore said that it would be dangerous to go out of the house. If you want, we can gather your things as well…?"
Harry nodded and gave her his list and key that lead to his separated vault (this one was for such an occasion). He figured he probably should have fought harder when Molly Weasley gave him a surprised look. Harry sent a sheepishly tired smile at her.
"I'm sorry," said Harry tiredly. "It's just that… I had- uh I was not able to sleep properly…"
Molly Weasley nodded in understanding. "Maybe you should go up and rest?"
Harry nodded meekly and stood up to leave. But he realized that he could use their trip to Diagon.
"Uhm… may I know when you're going to Diagon Alley…?"
"Oh, probably the day after tomorrow," answered Molly Weasley, ushering him out. "A lot of students would buy their supplies tomorrow. Why did you ask, dear? Do you want us to fetch something for you?"
"Uh-uhm, yeah. Could you, perhaps, get me some sweets? Ron already knows what I like so maybe…"
"Of course we'd buy you some sweets. Now off you go, be sure to rest, alright?"
"Yes Mrs. Weasley."
"Oh, I told you to call me Molly countless times already…"
Harry ducked his head and made his way upstairs. He entered their room and flopped down on the not-so-rickety-and-dirty-thanks-to-Kreacher bed.
The day after tomorrow… he could use that to go off and visit Voldy. There would be a distinct lack of people around to bug him. He should be just fine if he revealed that he is also a vessel for Voldy's Horcrux but he didn't want that to be the only reason. He also wanted to get rid of the prophecy.
For that, though, he needed the full one but he figured that Voldy would probably try to get it anyway. So he could just have a truce for his Free Reign. And he could finally start on his Kick-the-Bucket list.
Honestly, he didn't even need to finish attending Hogwarts for his education as he already finished practicing the course books up until seventh year. Plus, he could already tell that this year would be hectic with what the Prophet was writing about Harry Potter. Not that he cared, but Harry Potter would.
Harry burrowed his head deeper into the fluffy pillow and bid goodnight to his Tommy.
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A hooded figure strode down the streets of Little Hangleton.
It didn't matter that he wore a cloak in the middle of summer since no one was paying attention to him anyway. He made his way towards the biggest house in the small town. It looked like it had been abandoned for a long time but he knew for sure that someone is, indeed, living there. After all, nothing as plebian as a destroyed, abandoned house stopped Magic from being used to repair the damages.
Harry whistled a tune as he reached the gate leading towards the Riddle Manor.
Tommy, why did Voldy stay here again and not in the Malfoy Manor where he could probably have more access to the wizarding world? And didn't you say that you hated your muggle parent?
After Hogwarts, I made this a safe house just in case anything happens. It is such a waste of property, considering that it is still a manor. Riddle Manor or no, I would take advantage of it.
Sounds like something you would do.
Disregarding the wards that should have stopped him from entering, Harry opened the gates and skipped his way inside. It was almost laughable how such a loophole was disregarded. Voldy, after his resurrection, now shared blood with him so blood wards are useless. And considering that Voldy uses blood wards as overdrive to the others… well, needless to say, Harry took advantage of that.
Deciding on whether he should knock or not, he shrugged and chose the latter.
Once he reached the door, he pushed it open as he did with Dudley's room's door.
The resulting bang startled the two people currently staying in the manor. Immediately, a green light sped to Harry at the same time as a snake lunging at him. He easily sidestepped both and went to smile brightly at the robed figure that appeared in front of him.
The robed figure hissed at him, red eyes narrowing and lipless mouth curling into a sneer. He had a white ivory wand pointing menacingly at Harry.
::Nagini:: hissed the man-serpent hybrid.
The snake that had lunged at Harry before slithered over to the man.
"Who are you?" hissed the man at him, sending another killing curse at him. Harry sidestepped this again and flicked his hood away, revealing his bright grin. He waved his hand in greeting.
"Hello Voldy!" greeted Harry cheerily, dodging another curse sent at him.
"Potter!" shouted Voldemort as he recognized the intruder. His pupils narrowed like a snake's as his anger increased. "What is this?! Gone the cowardly way and chose to attack me blindly? Or have you come to finally die at my hands?"
Harry pouted at him, continuously dodging the spells sent at him. "Not even a proper greeting? Aww, that's rude you know."
"Shut up!" Voldemort directed Nagini to bite him but even she, Harry could dodge.
"C'mon Voldy! Calm down and listen!"
"Stop you incessant talking and fight, Potter!"
"For Merlin's sake, Voldemort! Just shut up and listen to me!"
Voldemort didn't stop sending spells at him, and Harry continued to dodge, never losing the grin on his face.
"I know about your Horcruxes!"
This stopped the barrage of spells but Voldemort grew more and more angry.
::What do you mean—::
::Just what I said! Merlin, Voldy, you should listen to what people say!::
There settled a tense silence over them and Harry blissfully shrugged it off as he ignored Voldemort to face Nagini, crouching near her.
::You are Nagini, correct?::
The snake slithered over to him, tongue flickering out to smell him. ::And you are Harry Potter.::
Harry frowned at her. ::No, I don't like being Harry Potter. I'm just Harry.:: He reached out a hand. ::You are beautiful, may I touch you?:: The snake answered by moving closer to him. Harry ran his hand through the smooth scales adorning her back. He was so enamored that he barely noticed the huge snake curling around him.
::You smell the same as master, childe,:: hissed Nagini, curling around Harry who sat down on his knees on the floor. ::How is it that happened?::
Harry giggled and let the snake nuzzle his neck. ::Of course smell the same as him! Tommy's with me!::
This snapped Voldemort out of his trance.
"What?!"
Harry rolled his eyes and turned so he was facing the man while not jostling Nagini who was happily curled around him. Voldy was getting repetitive.
Tommy, I think I broke Voldy.
He felt Tommy surface over his conscious, amusement palpable in the Horcrux inside him.
"Hello Voldemort."
Harry jumped, as soon as he took back the control of his body. "Tommy! Don't suddenly do that."
The look on his face though.
Harry looked up and a laugh bubbled out of his throat. Voldemort looked further than shocked; his mouth was hanging open with disbelief, and that, added with the surprised look on his blood red eyes, he looked rather comical. To Harry, at least. If Death Eaters saw this face, they would be cowering in a corner.
"Snake got your tongue?"
"Potter," said Voldy in a dazed angry voice. "Explain. Now."
"Demanding, sheesh." Harry rolled his eyes again, shifting so he could be in a more comfortable position. Nagini curled up around his torso and neck, her head on top of his head. "Not that I would be able to go anywhere anyway."
Harry let out a sigh. He knew Voldy became intrigued when Tommy came out, and he knew that his right eye was still red since Tommy never went away from his conscious.
"Long story short," started Harry. "I am a Horcrux. I'm pretty sure that the Diary should have gone back to you as the soul cannot ever be destroyed unless it's whole, as you undoubtly know. The vessel of a Horcrux can be destroyed, but not the soul itself. It is, however, a different matter when it comes to living Horcruxes."
Harry held up a hand to shut Voldemort up when he opened his mouth to say something. Voldemort shut his mouth but frowned at him.
"Nagini here is a Horcrux, right?"
"How did you know that?!"
"You just told me." Harry brushed off the poisonous glare that was being sent to him. Voldemort can't attack him because Nagini was curled around him, the snake claiming defense to Harry. "As a living being have their own soul, the Horcrux would integrate itself along with the living being's soul. While still being effective as an anchor to the main soul, it will, however, be destroyed once the living being died as their soul would pass on taking the Horcrux with them."
Voldemort got a pensive look on his face, proving that he, indeed, is capable of rational thinking, unlike what the others say.
Of course I'm capable of rational thinking.
I know you are. I was not sure about Voldy.
He did absorb the Diary Horcrux. That was the first Horcrux I made so it has the largest impact to his sanity.
And I just happen to make you stable?
Yes.
"If what you are saying is true," said Voldy, anger and disbelief slowly fading away from his face, leaving curiosity. "What are you doing here? If you are, indeed, my Horcrux, the old coot will never allow his precious Boy-Who-Lived to get close to me."
"Don't call me that, ever," hissed Harry, red and green eyes flashing in warning. "I wanted to have my Free Reign expanded. If I am with the Order, I won't be able to have my Free Reign." Nagini tightened her coils to calm the clearly agitated teen.
Voldemort raised an, where it is supposed to be, eyebrow ignoring the reaction he got. "What is this 'Free Reign' of yours?"
Harry shrugged, petting Nagini in thanks. "What it means. I started as soon as Tommy allowed me to." Then he added in a mutter. "He's too much of a mother hen."
You do realize I can hear you.
Harry stuck his tongue out, confusing Voldemort who also heard the mutter but not the conversation with the Horcrux. Nagini let out a pleased hiss as Harry's hand brushed to a sensitive part.
::You're warm.::
"You can talk to the Horcrux?" asked Voldemort in surprise, not at all fazed by the mangled nickname.
"Of course I can," responded Harry. "Tommy's been with me for, like, the majority of my life."
"What do you really want, Harry Potter?"
"Don't ever call me Harry Potter. It's only Harry or whatever you want to call me. Harry Potter is the Boy-Who-Lived, I am just Harry. Do not ever associate me with that poster boy. I am Harry, the boy who grew up used to being called freak; the boy who grew up in a cupboard under the stairs, unloved by his own blood kin with only one person to ever care for him!"
By the end of his speech, he was screaming.
::Calm down, Childe!::
Calm down, Harry!
Nagini tightened her coils once more while Tommy used his meagre energy to calm him. Harry took a few deep breathes to calm his speeding heart. Blood was pounding to his ears as he realized what he had said.
"No- I—"
Voldemort, however, came to the most probable conclusion and he didn't like it. Flashes of memories past forgotten resurfaced and he found himself bubbling with anger, red eyes narrowing and pupils slitting.
No one hurt what was his.
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Chapter End.
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Yay! Keep in mind that these are prewritten before publishing. And still not finished *pouts*.
*giggles* First time I used time-skip-line in this story!
And Fuck!
AVENGERS AGE OF ULTRON IS FINALLY SHOWING TODAY! (April 22, 2015)
OhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygod!
So the update is in tribute of it finally being in theaters. HOLY FUCKING SHIT YES!