The Sunday sun was hot, the summer sky was blue and my body was a sweaty mess.
We had jogged for god knows how long until we stopped at a small playground to catch our breath and have some direly needed water. Sports were fun until they began to make your body ache - although that is exactly when they have a positive effect in the long run.
"No wonder all the grass has turned brown during the summer! If I was exposed to this blasted sun all day then I would look like a roasted chicken." Harry stated after taking a gigantic sip of his bottle.
I looked at my best friend and mentally sighed. He was so hot when his messy hair looked all sweaty and his shirt clung to his body, giving me hints of what lay underneath the thin fabric.
"You know it's not healthy to take swigs that large, don't you?" I commented with amusement and Harry shook his head lightly.
"Hermione, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of my own body." He countered with a chuckle and I shrugged my shoulders.
"If you say so, Mr. Potter."
"I know so, Miss Granger." Harry retorted and I stuck out my tongue.
"Ah, ah.. Don't push your luck with me. I'm known to surprise people from time to time." He threatened me teasingly and I just giggled.
"The only thing you can surprise me with is how much you complain about your occlumency training." I retorted as I remembered the reason why we actually had agreed to go for a jog in the afternoon: So that my best friend can get rid of the headache he has every time I teach him how to shield his mind.
"Oi, that's only because you're pushing me so hard." Harry crossed his arms in front of his chest and I arduously managed to keep my eyes away from his defined muscles.
"Mad-Eye's work is paying off.." I mentally noted.
"Hey, You-Know-Who won't hold back if he should ever attack you, so I see no reason to go easy on you." I defended my teaching methods and my best friend muttered his agreement with a grumpy voice.
"C'mon Harry, I rather annoy you a bit than have you killed by some bald maniac." I softly told him as I wrapped an arm around his shoulder and rested my head on his shoulder, making me notice how perfectly it fit there.
We stayed like that for some time until we heard a group of male teenagers laughing loudly from afar. I felt Harry tensing beside me.
"And did you see that ten-year-old's stupid face when we kicked him in the gut? That's what you get for messing with the wrong people!" One of the boys said as they came closer to us and the playground, making me lift my head from it's comfortable position.
"What kind of people are those idiots?", I asked myself, "Beating up forth graders and laughing about it!?"
I would have very much liked it if that gang had just ignored us or failed to notice us, but of course there was no such luck for Harry and me.
"Hey, isn't that the freak that lives with Big D?" One of the teenagers asked as he pointed his chubby finger at my best friend and the rest of the group roared with laughter, making me assume that these were "friends" of Harry's cousin.
"Yeah, you better go before I freak out. Big D already knows what can happen if people like me have a bad day. So fuck off, Piers." Harry said with clenched fists as he got up from the bench we were currently sitting on and narrowed his eyes on the boy called Piers.
"Nah, nah, Potter. Didn't your parents teach you any manners? Oh right, I forgot, they are dead!" Another teenager responded as the gang entered the playground and menacingly walked towards my best friend, making me stand up as well in case things got ugly.
"If you don't want to join them than I suggest you to leave us alone." I threateningly growled, any disrespectful comments about Harry's parents a trigger for my killer mode.
"Uh, Potter, where did you get such a hot chick? And she's feisty as well, I like that. C'mere sweetie, you don't want to hang out with a loser like him." Piers said and despite the fact that I was now more or less surrounded by four pseudo gangsters that looked at me like they would sexually assault me, I firmly stood my ground.
"I don't hang out with morons that beat up ten-year-olds and celebrate themselves for it." I cooly dissed and one of the boys groaned in annoyance.
"C'mon Potter, how much did you pay for the slut? We'll pay her.."
"One more word and you wish you never were born, Dennis." Harry drew his wand and sparks of accidental magic erupted from it's tip, my eyes widening when I realized how far he was willing to go now.
His eyes were almost black, his jaw tightened so much that it looked harder than granite and I could literally feel his need to inflict pain.
"Harry, no! You know exactly we can't!" I exclaimed and firmly gripped his wand arm and tried to make him lower the limb.
"Potter, do you really think we don't know that you can't do your magic tricks outside of school? Now be a good boy and give us your brunette bitch or we make you watch as she.."
Piers never managed to end his sentence as he walked towards Harry and got a taste of his right hook when the teenager was in my best friend's range.
Like a sack of flour he fell to the floor, groaning in pure anguish, and everybody except Harry and Piers gasped at his action.
"You fuckin' cunt!" The boss of the gang spat out but didn't move and I assumed Harry had given him a very precise punch.
"Shut your hole or I'll give you a kick in the gut and then we'll see how stupid your face looks like." My best growled like a wolf and even I shivered because of his ice-cold voice. I had never seen him like that before.
Despite the fact how brutal my best friend had acted, I couldn't help but be proud of him: He had just defended me without any hesitance, throwing all his morals away to make sure I remained unharmed.
In this moment I once again realized what a loyal beast Harry James Potter was. Loyal, but brutal. I felt cold when I thought about the fact that I could probably make him do the most horrid things and he wouldn't even question my request.
"What about you three, hm? Wanna get kicked in your wrinkly balls?" He challenged the three older teenagers who just stood there, completely shocked and seemingly afraid of my best friend.
"C'mon Hermione, let's go. It's getting cold any..way..", Harry stated as his eyes widened in an unsettling way, "RUN!"
I now understood why the gang had been too shocked to beat up Harry for giving their boss a nice souvenir and didn't even look behind me as I ran past the three boys, the world becoming darker and darker around us with every second.
Sprinting along a dirt road with fields to our left and right as the ice cold wind whipped our faces, my instincts encouraged me to not stop running until we were back at Harry's, no back at Grimmauld Place. I would only feel safe again in a magical house for the near future.
The dirt road lead to a tunnel of the motorway and I knew that not too far behind that tunnel were the first houses of Surrey, a beacon of hope in the distance.
The electrical lights were flickering inside the tunnel and I knew that they weren't too far behind us. Or in front of us.
We almost had exited the tunnel again when two hooded Dementors emerged from the ground and firmly grabbed us by the neck, pulling us from our feet in the process. And then I heard his words again.
Ron, how he had ended his friendship with Harry and me, Ron, what abhorrent things he had said to us, Ron, how he had revealed his darkest side. But then, in the fraction of a second, I felt my body painfully hitting the ground and the shouting was gone.
A majestic stag smashed it's antlers into the hooded creature and I watched the Dementor flying through the tunnel before it fled into the darkness from where it had come in the first place.
"Hermione, are you alright?!" I heard my best friend's voice and looked at him standing above me, an expression of panic etched into his face.
"No, definitely not. Harry, help me up, we need to get away from here." I reached out my arm and he pulled me up, his palm cold and sweaty.
"Can you walk?" He asked me and I nodded briefly before I already jogged into the direction of Surrey. Now was not the time for anything besides escaping from uncertainty.
"Wait Harry!" A female voice suddenly made me spin around again and there, at the other side of the tunnel, stood an elderly woman.
"Mrs. Figg?" Harry asked in utter bewilderment and I assumed the woman lived in his neighbourhood.
"I've already informed the order about what just happened. Don't go back to the house by foot now, it's too dangerous. They're sending somebody to bring you two to safety." She explained and Harry looked even more bemused now.
"THE ORDER?!" He exclaimed and the woman nodded in confirmation.
"Dumbledore told me to keep an eye on you during your time here in Surrey." She admitted and Harry's jaw dropped.
"How do you know about Dumbledore?" He asked and Mrs. Figg smiled weakly.
"I'm a squib, which makes me the perfect person to watch over you from a certain distance without raising any attention. So it's obvious why I know Albus." She explained and Harry's eyes lit up in understanding.
Suddenly there was a loud cracking sound and the two of us instinctively drew our wands, spinning around to face whatever caused the noise.
"Harry, Hermione, come, quick!" A deeply worried Sirius Black gestured us towards him and with a small wave at Mrs. Figg we took his extended arms without another thought, the primitive need for safety overwhelmingly powerful in a situation like this…
"Remus!", Sirius shouted through the house the second we stepped into the entrance hall of Grimmauld Place, "I need you down here!"
Not even ten seconds later my ex-professor appeared at the bottom of the staircase, his gaze as concerned as his best friend's.
"What happened?!", The werewolf asked as he hugged both me and Harry, "But thank the gods you're alright."
"We got attacked by Dementors but Harry managed to.. Oh no, they're gonna expel you!" My voice turned into a shriek as I realized that my best friend had used magic outside of school for the second time.
For the next few minutes there was complete mayhem in the entrance hall of Grimmauld Place 12, as everybody tried to calm everybody else whilst freaking out themselves, and it only got better when the portrait of Mrs. Black began screaming insults at us. But then the door opened with a deafening bang.
"What's the meaning of all this fuss?!" The voice of Alastor Moody then bellowed through the entrance hall and everything went silent.
"I've heard Potter and Granger got attacked by Dementors, is that right?" His magical blue eye fixed on Sirius and Harry's godfather nodded firmly.
"Where's Dumbledore?" Harry asked the ex-auror who then fixated both eyes on the raven-haired wizard.
"In the ministry, stopping those cowards from trying to snap your wand, Potter.", He shortly explained, "And by the way, you two are to stay here for the remainder of the holidays. He sent me to get your stuff as well."
With a flick of his wand our trunks, Hedwig's cage and Crookshanks basket arrived and landed on the floor with a loud thud, our two animals uttering their dislike at the rough landing.
"I don't even get to say my parents goodbye?!" I asked as the flood of information coursed through my brain and the first realizations sank in.
"I'm afraid not, Granger. We can't a risk a thing after this incident of yours.", Mad-Eye told me before walking towards the conference room, "Dumbledore said there will be an emergency meeting in half an hour, so you two better take a shower and change clothes. You stink of Dementors."
Sirius and Remus followed the ex-auror into the dining room with one last checking glance at us, leaving me and my best friend alone in the hall.
"Oh Hermione.", Harry sighed as he wrapped his arms around me and pressed me flush against him, "We're safe. YOU are safe."
"Thanks to you.", I whispered into his ear as my hands firmly linked behind his neck, "My, my, what the fuck just happened?"
"Shh.. You can think later. We've survived, that's all what matters." He breathed into my hair and then kissed me on my forehead, something he had never done before…
The next twenty minutes or so were the most surreal experience ever.
As we moved into our new rooms that would be our home for the last two weeks of the holidays, I still couldn't comprehend all the things that had happened in the last hour or so. Everything seemed so.. ungraspable.
"You nearly got your soul sucked out probably.." I mused gloomily as the cold water from the shower helped to paralyse my thoughts of panic, something I most certainly didn't need in a situation like this.
"And if it wasn't for Harry then you would have probably been raped as well." The thought made me shudder in disgust and I sped up my shower routine, feeling truly uncomfortable in my current state of nakedness.
"That's just.. oh, don't even think about it." I told myself and tried to keep all the traumatising pictures out of my head.
"Breathe, Hermione. Breathe." I instructed myself when I felt my pulse speeding up and closed my eyes as I concentrated on the water running down my body.
"You're safe now. Harry is here with you. As long as he's with you, nobody will even lay a finger on you. There is no need to panic." I mumbled to myself like I was praying.
Again thoughts about the prospect of my best friend getting expelled from Hogwarts passed my mind, but I just decreased the water temperature even more.
"Where is your common sense, girl? He defended himself against one of the most demonic creatures on this earth, nothing more! They can't expel him, for god's sake!" I hissed when the water was so cold that it really hurt.
"Since when are you a hysterical, silly girl, hm?!" I concluded when I realized that my overreaction was nothing more than a stupid, irrational instinct.
A few minutes later I was down in the conference room and more or less watched how dozens of people came to me and Harry to tell us something, but my mind was too absent still to really care about their words. My body just reacted and my eyes witnessed every handshake, every movement of my limbs.
The order meeting was another chaos itself. Never had things been more unstructured, despite an unusually hectic Dumbledore trying his best to restore order.
Questions were shouted across the room, agreement and disagreement loudly exclaimed and even a few fists were slammed into the table.
"SILENCE!" The headmaster raised his arm and this time the room went quiet.
"I asked you: Who was on guard today to watch over Harry and Miss Granger should they leave the house?!" He asked with a dangerous tone dominating his voice as his sky-blue eyes darted across the long table menacingly.
"Mundungus Fletcher." Kingsley answered and Dumbledore's eyes flickered with wrath.
"And where is Mundungus right now?" He asked, his voice a deadly whisper and I felt like not even the dark lord could sound this unnerving.
"I'll find the ungrateful bastard." Moody declared when it became apparent that the man called Mundungus wasn't in Grimmauld Place and strode out of the room.
"At least there is one small beacon of light at the end of this truly dark corridor:", Dumbledore announced when the ex-auror had left the room, "Harry Potter will not be expelled from Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry today."
The headmaster revealed a letter from one of his pockets and magically levitated it towards my best friend sitting next to me.
"A hearing?", I gasped in shock when I skimmed the letters on the sheet of paper, "But there is absolutely no reason for such drastic measurements! Didn't you tell them that two Dementors attacked us?!"
"Indeed I did, Miss Granger. But as you no doubt know, the ministry is blind and deaf. If they were to admit that two Dementors were this far away from Azkaban and attacking two underage wizards to boot, well, then they would either have to acknowledge Voldemort's return or that somebody from within the ministry authorized such a vile violation of the law." Dumbledore explained and I clenched my fists in aggravation.
"What do you think? Was this the ministry's scheme or Voldemort's ?" Harry asked the headmaster who sighed as his pensive gaze fixated on the wall behind us.
"I think it is too early to judge about this fateful incident. If we were to decide wrongly in this matter, then I fear we might blind ourselves. The presumably weaker faction would grow without our interference, as we concentrate our forces on the presumably stronger faction. I think you can see the underlying problem here." The headmaster answered the question without answering it, but I understood his reasoning: Caution was of the utmost importance.
"And sir, when is this trial you were speaking about?" I asked before others might begin speculating again and that was a question Dumbledore didn't need to ponder about.
"Next Wednesday.", He smiled with amusement when I opened my mouth to retort, "Don't worry, I'll defend him in front of the Wizengamot. And you should prepare yourself to be called upon as a witness, my dear."
I blushed nervously as I imagined standing in front of the highest magical court in Britain, me, a fifteen-year-old girl, as a witness.
"Oh my, you're so gonna prepare for that." I mentally noted and I felt Harry squeezing my hand under the table.
"If you're my witness, then nothing can go wrong." He declared with a determination that drove all the air out of my lungs, his dark green eyes so intensely locked with mine.
"Speaking of hearings, I have peculiar news for you, Sirius." Dumbledore announced a few seconds afterwards and my eyes immediately darted towards the heir of House Black, who looked just as curious as I felt.
"It seems that all my attempts to organize a fair trial for you fail miserably. Just yesterday I wrote the third letter to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement about said topic, but when I checked on the matter myself today, the employee I spoke to was convinced that I had not sent even one letter regarding your innocence.", The headmaster explained, "Which is why I must return to the ministry after this meeting. If my letters don't reach them, maybe a direct visit might change things."
"Those ministry losers probably get paid by some noble twat to throw those letters away. If I had to guess then that's Malfoy's dirty work." Sirius was clearly upset by the most recent turns of events and shook his head in disbelief.
"Don't lose your head, Sirius. I'm sure that it's just a matter of time before you get your deserved pardon." Remus gave his best friend a compassionate pat on the back and the animagus shot him a thankful glance in response.
"Isn't there any way we could reduce Malfoy's influence? To me it looks like his finances are an essential factor why the ministry acts the way it does." I stated and Dumbledore went through his beard with one hand.
"Although I too see reason to strip Voldemort of his financial advantage, I'm just as unsure about how to do that as we are about the dark hall Harry sometimes dreams of.", He admitted before turning to Professor Snape, "You don't have any news regarding the dark lord's secret mission, do you Severus?"
"If I had any information of such importance then I would have already told you about them, headmaster. The dark lord still keeps everybody in the dark about his occasional disappearances." He said with his usual tone of disinterest.
"Very well, then. If nobody else has urgent matters that need to be discussed then you all may go now." Dumbledore dismissed the order and the room emptied.
"Albus, wait a minute!" Molly Weasley called after the headmaster as he was on his way towards the exit of the room, making the old wizard spin around.
"What is it, Molly?" He asked and the Weasley matron put her hands on her hips.
"I have four children that go to Hogwarts and can be associated with Harry Potter, and if he is in grave danger, so are my children. What if the death eaters try to kidnap one of them to obtain information about him? They need to be safe, and I cannot guarantee their safety at home any longer, not without the ministry raising defensive wards around the Burrow – which they won't do as they see no reason to do so." She explained and Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.
"And what do you suggest?"
"Let them live here with Harry and Hermione. Grimmauld Place certainly is large enough for all of them." Mrs. Weasley suggested and I immediately had mixed feelings about her plan.
She and Mr. Weasley of course had told us after one order meeting in July how sad they were when we and Ron stopped being friends, but also expressed their understanding for our choice.
"Oh god, is it really a good plan to make Ron and us stay under the same roof right now?" I whispered to Harry, who listened to the conversation just as closely as I did.
"Probably not. The big question is how the twins and Ginny think of us now, though.", He said, "'Cause if they are on Ron's side then we are in for a big war."
"Nonsense, they aren't as dim-witted as their brother." I silently hissed and my best muttered an "If you say so".
"I think you are aware of your youngest son's.. recent dislike for Harry and Miss Granger?" Dumbledore asked and Mrs. Weasley nodded with pursed lips.
"Yes, that may be true, but sending him here could also be an opportunity for them to rebuild their friendship. They need him, don't you see that, Albus?"
"Well, I don't see where we would need Ronald." I whispered and Harry snorted in agreement.
"Before I can need him I have to trust him again." My best friend mumbled and I hummed.
"About that I'm not so sure. But I do agree with you that it would be wiser if your children were to reside in Grimmauld Place until the start of term.", Dumbledore concluded, "But since this is Sirius house, you should talk with him about this as well. I now must leave, Molly. Urgent business."
The headmaster pointed at a scroll of parchment in his hands before exiting the room, and the Weasley matron was already on her way to the first floor where she probably hoped to find Harry's godfather…
I found myself unable to sleep that night.
The day had been far too eventful for me to even close an eye, despite the physical fatigue I felt.
My nerves were still on edge, my body ready to defend myself against any threat my brain thought could appear any second. That's paranoia, I guess.
The room was so dark as well, and it didn't help that it not even had a window so the moon's light might fill me with some kind of comfort.
The unbearable silence in the room, it's blackness, it all emphasized how small I was. I felt like a chess piece, unable to resist the move somebody far greater than me chose for me to make, and that really made me despair.
I hated it not being in control of my life. I even hated it not being able to choose my own doom.
The night promised to be a hard one, so I did the only thing I knew would give me some peace: Burying my bossy know-it-all nose in a book and praying that I would fall asleep whilst reading.
I grabbed my wand from the night stand, muttered a Lumos and made my way to the Black Library, one of my favourite places in the house.
"Oh my, this is so creepy at night." I shivered when the door creaked and revealed this huge and spooky corridor, the staircases leading down to the ground floor and up to the second floor.
There were so many directions from where somebody could sneak up on me quietly and so many corners where somebody could be lurking, patiently waiting for me to stand just at the right spot.
I shivered lightly as I moved through the corridor and literally felt all eyes of the decapitated house-elves on my neck, my footsteps the only sounds in the entire house. Everybody besides me was asleep.
Sometimes the floor boards creaked and unnervingly echoed through the corridor, making me increase my tempo. Until I heard steps from the stairs.
My heart was somewhere up in my throat as I perceived some kind of muttering from whoever just was getting closer to me and I found myself unable to move, my body in a state of paralysis.
I stood there, rooted like a tree, and looked directly into the direction of the staircase.
"Filthy little mudblood, sneaking around the house at night." I soon saw Kreacher's small body appearing at the top of the stairs and almost sighed in relief when I saw the house-elf looking at me with disdain.
"And here I thought god knows who was sneaking up on me." I thought to myself before continuing my way to the library. And then a hand shot out of one the rooms to my right, grabbing me by the arm and making me squeak in sheer horror.
"Hermione? Is that you? Ouch!" I heard my best friend's voice as I instinctively gave him a punch to his jaw, the adrenaline in my body shutting down all rational thoughts. For a moment I thought somebody REALLY tried to harm me.
"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry!" I gasped when I realized whom I had just hit and immediately flung my arms around him. There was no better apology than a bone-crushing hug.
"It's alright..", Harry muttered and I felt him relaxing at my touch, "Good punch, though."
"Ha ha, thanks." I couldn't suppress the small smile that formed on my lips, despite the guiltiness I felt for smacking my fist into my best friend's face.
"But I haven't really hurt you, right?" I asked, my chin still comfortably rested on his shoulder and I took it as a sign to keep my arms where I had them when he didn't withdraw from our embrace.
"No, I was just shocked to get a punch to the jaw by my best friend.", He almost chuckled and I felt his warm breath on my ear, "But I'd like to know why you are outside of bed at such an hour of the day."
"I couldn't sleep so I decided to go to the library and read something in hope that it would help me close my eyes." I told him with a gentle voice, the dark hallway suddenly not the tiniest bit scary any more.
"I couldn't sleep either. And when I heard footsteps in the corridor I had a guess that it was you venturing the house at night. So I decided to prove my guess." He said and I sighed.
"And you almost gave me a heart attack, Potter." I remarked.
"We could go to the library together, if you'd like me to join you. I'm sure I'll get so bored that I'll be asleep in no time." He partially joked and I rolled my eyes.
"I'll make sure you won't fall asleep." I turned his joke into his reality and was already dragging him through the corridor by the time my words had left my lips, and I practically felt Harry smirking behind me.
"You know what really bothers me sometimes? This dream of yours, about the hall, monument, whatever you want to call it. If it's so important to You-Know-Who, why can't we find a single reference about it then?" I explained when we were in the Black Library and I quickly cast a charm to ignite the fire in the fireplace so that we had a better source of light than my wand light. Electricity was something completely foreign in this house.
"And the more I think about it the more I feel assured that our answer must lie in this library. House Black has been familiar with the dark arts for a long, long time.", I continued my train of thought, "The thing is that we can't read all the books here, because necromancers are known to use a different script and language than we do."
"You're not suggesting to learn necromantic runes, are you?" Harry gasped and I shyly glanced at him.
"Well.. since you told me there were runes on the coffins in your dreams and voices whispering in that hall, I think there is no way around it. You don't have to do it, if you don't want to. Besides, I'm the one taking ancient runes at school, so I think you'd have a far harder time than me."
"Not to speak of that you're a thousand time more brilliant than I am." Harry complimented and I suddenly was very glad he couldn't see the pinkness of my cheeks.
"But am I not a bit useless right now if you're the only one learning to read these runes?" My best friend asked and I giggled.
"No, you can look for books that might potentially help me understand the script, beginning with an alphabet of necromantic runes while I settle down." I had a grin plastered on my face and Harry sighed in response. He could never deny me anything.
"Accio alphabet of necromantic runes.", He extended his wand arm and a second later he handed me a very dusty book, "Here you go."
"You cheated." I pouted and crossed my arms in front of my chest, which made him laugh quite heartily.
"Excuse me?! Why should I search for a book if I can just use an Accio? Life is too short to be wasted looking for books." He stated before settling into the couch in front of the fireplace.
"Alright, that's a valid point.", I admitted with a grin, "Though I must say that I would have thoroughly enjoyed it watching you look for the alphabet."
"You're not always as nice as some might think you are.", Harry stated as I sat down next to him, "But I like that. You're a little devil, Hermione, you just manage to keep it locked most of the times."
The way he spoke those words made me feel hot and I most certainly interpreted them in a much naughtier way than he intended them, but the deed was done: For the first time in my life, I felt horny in front of the man of my desires.
"Oh my, how are you gonna concentrate on learning an entirely new language AND script now?" I thought to myself as I opened the first page of the book in my lap…
Author's note:
I keep my promises. Not even 72h after the release of chapter 12 the next one is already finished.
And what a big jump it is to leave the relaxed atmosphere of summer 95! I think it's quite some chapters ago since I last had the feeling there was some REAL suspense in the story, so I really looked forward writing this one. Looking back on it now, I'm still happy the way it turned out.
It was one of the first notes in my planning script that I would include the Dementor scene from the canon story, because I just liked the way it was executed. It promised a lot of fun to write, that was reason enough for me.
Also, there are quite some "first's" in this chapter, we're making good progress.
As this was chapter 13, I kind of wanted to include a bit of spookiness to the chapter, so I decided on giving Hermione a nice, cheap jumpscare. I hope you guys were as amused as I was when I wrote the scene. Sometimes predictability isn't that bad..
Anyway, this was it for today and if I'm really crazy than I'll have the next chapter uploaded on Saturday or Sunday. But that's no guarantee, please keep that in mind.
'Til the next time!
NewOrderFan05
