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Chapter 33

It was a well-known fact that heavy rain was a common phenomenon in Great Britain, and it was not uncommon for the region to experience a downpour of significant intensity. However, the intense rain did not offer a chance to wash away the dangers lurking in the shadows of the city's alleys. One man currently faces such diversities without any chance of survival. The shadows offered no protection, and the rain could only muffle the sounds of his cries as he encountered a wall, stopping him from running away from those shadows. He felt trapped and helpless, with no hope of escape.

With lightning reflexes, the man whipped around, brandishing his wand in a fierce battle stance. His hands shook with adrenaline, and his ragged breaths echoed through the tense air. Fear etched onto his face, a silent testament to the danger lurking just out of sight.

"Who is it?!" The man shouted at the darkness of the rainy night. "Who is it?!"

He yelled one more time before beginning to hear small steps coming closer.

"My~my~! You honestly thought you could run away from me?" A child-like voice made the man gulp deeply before the dim lights of the alley exposed a girl with an umbrella—a small child, not even thirteen years old. But the man knew best. That thing was not a normal child. He didn't know what it was, but it was dangerous.

"Who are you?! What do you want?!"

The small girl with the umbrella sighed deeply before allowing the light to hit her pale face. Only to reveal two sets of red eyes watching him intensely.

"Just stay quiet for a bit, [Paralyse]," the girl said, making the poor man freeze where he stood. He couldn't even correctly yell or cry. "Good boy, now let's see."

The girl approached him with caution, and with a look of disgust on her face, she raised his hand and pushed up his sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark, which proved that he was a Death Eater. Surprisingly, this caused the girl to smile brightly. "A vermin following a cockroach, how unsettling."

The girl mocked, grabbing the arm and slowly twisting it, causing the man's pain to increase as he couldn't scream at all.

"Your name is Pyrites, isn't it?" The girl asked, but soon enough, the man couldn't keep up with the pain or the sudden cold in his body. He passed out like the coward he was.

"Tch! How pathetic can you be?" The girl hissed before another voice came from behind.

"Pansy, your job was to capture him, not make him pass out of fear," a boy said with a loud sigh.

"Demi-I mean, Blaise!" Pansy stuttered nervously, still getting used to calling the rest of her Nazarick colleagues by their human names. "It's not my fault! Humans are so pathetic! So utterly weak!"

"We are currently humans, Pansy," Blaise replied quickly. "So is our lady. We must understand this to survive."

Pansy quickly got quiet, simply nodding and humming to herself.

"I am also quite ashamed of this current predicament. Being so weak and fragile is unacceptable for a perfect creation such as us. Yet, this is our current deck of cards."

Pansy wailed internally, knowing that was true, yet Blaise simply shook his head. "It's alright; just wake him up."

Pansy nodded before bringing the Death Eater up to face her again. Soon enough, the man opened his eyes, but before he could do anything—not that he could do much in the first place—Pansy grabbed him by the jaw and forced him to stare at her.

"[Charm]" Pansy whispered, and the man's body relaxed, allowing Pansy to relieve him of [Paralyse].

"Tell me your name."

"Marcus Pyrites..." the man replied without missing a beat, truly entranced by Pansy's spell.

"Are you a Death Eater willingly?" Pansy asked carefully.

"Yes."

Pansy then nodded at Blaise. "He is the one we were looking for," Pansy stated, which made Blaise chuckle. They had been on the hunt for this particular man for a while, particularly Blaise, who wanted to gain insight into Voldemort's origins and identity. Any information he could gather on the notorious Dark Lord would be helpful in combating him in the future. Also, Blaise wanted to find weaknesses—how Voldemort achieved immortality and why Harriet, his lady, suffered from it.

It was vital for him to find out quickly and without fail.

"Good, then, do you know what happened on the raid of 1969? The attack on Wool's Orphanage?"

The Death Eater named Pyrites nodded, disconnected from reality, a clear puppet and nothing more. "Our Lord told us that a group of Aurors would be there. That was a good way to begin the war's escalation."

"Did he tell you why?"

"No."

Blaise hummed deeply, fully aware that Voldemort, being extremely paranoid, would never reveal the significance of Wool's Orphanage to his followers. It was an abhorrent place that haunts him to this day. However, Blaise pondered why Voldemort would choose to attack that particular location. Maybe it was an excuse for Voldemort to destroy the orphanage.

The building is half destroyed and will be sold off and demolished, leaving nothing of the original structure. Maybe the attack was simply a good excuse to burn the place down. I don't doubt that Auroros weren't even there at all, just poor Muggles caught in the fire.

Blaise let out a small chuckle at the thought of Voldemort stooping so low as to burn down his former abode out of pure spite. But then again, if he were in the Dark Lord's shoes, perhaps he would have done the same. However, this realisation only led him to yet another dead end. Voldemort was notorious for keeping his secrets closely guarded, even from those considered his most loyal supporters. This made locating his Horcrux all the more challenging and frustrating for Blaise.

"Could you tell if the Dark Lord had any close ally to him?"

"Perhaps, the Lestrange, Nott or Malfoys."

"The current generation of lords or the previous one?"

"The old lords."

Blaise scoffed. "Well, they are dead, and their bodies were burned down too."

Blaise then sighed, realising that this particular Death Eater was a low minion and not useful at all.

"Useless," Blaise said with disappointment. "Kill him."

"Of course~!"

As Pansy watched Blaise turn away and appear unfazed by her indulgence in the advantages of being a vampire, her lips became moist with anticipation. However, Blaise couldn't help but empathise with her struggle. Though Pansy didn't require blood to survive, it did alleviate some of the stress she experienced. Blaise was unsure of the extent of this phenomenon and why drinking fresh blood helped Pansy so much. He could tell that Pansy was grappling with her dual identity as both a human and a vampire. The act of drinking blood seemed to blur the lines between her two sides, making her feel more like herself.

This caused Pansy to feel better overall. It quenched her dark urge. It was something that Blaise understood.

All of the members of Nazarick were currently forced to live as lesser beings and were starting to struggle with their true selves. Blaise's inner demon made him slowly drift apart from that human part of him. Thankfully, his mortal mother's past offered him an escape. Disposing of dead bodies and helping her seek revenge was quite a thrilling experience that made his inner demon happy. Still, how much would it cost?

I am Demiurge. Guardian of the 7th floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick Blaise Zabini, it's not me; it's just a mask, a character...

Blaise spoke to himself but decided not to dwell on the matter anymore. The thought of feeling more human truly made him uncomfortable.

"Should we find more?"

Blaise saw Pansy, covered in blood, eyes shining red, and needing more. But he couldn't let her lose herself.

"It won't be necessary, Pansy. I have to learn more about Voldemort. Regarding his past, I have a few leads that need some digging. But we should stop for now."

Pansy whined deeply as she licked her fingers from the lingering blood.

"A shame; I still feel on edge."

"Mm, we could try getting you some unicorn blood. It would be a good experiment."

"Unicorn blood? Mm, I don't know; it's horse's blood. I'd rather have human blood."

"That's because you enjoy killing humans."

"Yes~!" Pansy exclaimed happily.

Blaise huffed before suddenly thinking about something. "Our lady's ring... did she say anything about who helped her during that sleepover?"

Pansy tilted her head, remembering that strange ring her lady carried with her. "Mm, not anything we haven't heard before. Someone who knows about the Dark Lord's trinkets is helping them. But I don't think our lady knows who this person is."

Blaise simply hummed deeply. "I see, I see. Very curious. Yet, I wonder... Could it be...?"

"Blaise, what is it?" Pansy, again, frowned, looking at the boy lost in his thoughts. "Hey! Don't ignore me!"

"Ah, sorry, I was thinking. I apologise."

Pansy puffed cutely as Blaise chuckled.

"In any case, we should finish for now. You have a lot of work to do. Remember, you must convince your family to aid our lady's family."

Pansy scoffed in disgust, now remembering her pathetic human family. The worst of it all was that her human memories were still burning in her mind.

"Ugh! I don't want to even think about it!" Pansy growled, almost pulling her hair out. "I can't believe that woman keeps buying those hideous dresses! She didn't even bother getting the makeup I asked for. And don't even get me started on my useless father, who thinks 1000 galleons is enough for my weekly allowance! I am a high-maintenance woman!"

Blaise glanced at her with an incredulous look. "Yes, terrible... In any case, remember our goal."

Pansy grumbled under her breath. "Yes, of course."

"Good. Now, we should get ready for the next meeting. There is a lot we must talk about."

Blaise and Pansy vanished in the city's shadows, leaving a dead body behind. Thankfully, no one would ever find out about these young students running wild in the shadows of the Wizarding World.

It has been approximately two weeks since Harriet commenced her period of rest and relaxation, during which she wasn't mainly engaged in any activities. Although she was still determined to locate the remaining Horcruxes, her efforts have been fruitless thus far. Ascertaining additional information about the elusive Voldemort was proving to be quite challenging, as the Dark Lord was exceedingly meticulous in concealing the fragments of his shattered soul.

Harriet had to give him credit for that. Yet, it seemed that he was not all that careful since two of his souls were now destroyed. The diary and the ring. Also, they know that the Slytherin Lock was being used as a Horcrux and that someone else knew about Voldemort's secret. But who was that person? It had yet to be known. And to add to that, one other individual was helping them as well. That just added more questions.

Two people are aware of Voldemort's secrets. Who are they? Well, at least we have something to go on. And besides, we know my scar is a Horcrux, so we destroyed two already. We know another Horcrux is hidden in the Slytherin locket. We must find it.

Harriet hummed as she ate her breakfast, still deep in her mind, before hearing some giggles. She glanced and saw her mother, Lily, and Narcissa on the kitchen countertop. Harriet's mother was teaching Narcissa how to cook since the poor woman seemed to have never been in a kitchen before. However, Harriet couldn't help but feel something amiss. It's been two weeks since she returned from the sleepover, and she could swear something was happening in the house.

Harriet could hear the giggles from both women. It wasn't a sort of "friendly" giggle but something more. Also, her father, James, has been grinning like a maniac.

Although Harriet didn't usually snoop into her parents' business, she couldn't help but notice that they had been placing the silencing charms in their room every night for several consecutive nights. Additionally, Narcissa appeared to be more energetic, carefree, content, and exceptionally touchy-feeling with her parents.

Something smells here, and it's not my mom's cooking. I think I know what it is... but could it be? It will be quite wild if it is, honestly.

Harriet then glanced at James sitting in front of her, reading the Daily Prophet and drinking coffee, with a very proud and smug smile on his face, yet it was also warm and happy.

"Dad, can I ask you something?" Harriet asked as James nodded at her.

"Yes, what is it?" James replied as he sipped his coffee.

"Are you and Mom sleeping with Aunt Narcissa?" Harriet felt just a bit embarrassed for asking what she knew was an inappropriate question. The sight of James gagging on a cup of steaming coffee, though, was priceless.

Narcissa froze, and from what Harriet could see, Draco's mother was utterly baffled and embarrassed by the question. Lily, however, simply shrugged, knowing full well that Harriet would notice the sudden "change" of behaviour from all of them. Lily knew her daughter well enough that they couldn't hide their impulsive, sporadic, and passionate new relationship with Narcissa from her.

The whole thing brought tension for the three of them, no doubt. But Lily did not experience a significant amount of shame from the events that had transpired. She was certainly surprised and taken aback by the events that had led to their passionate night. However, being ashamed was not a feeling that she could relate to. Lily vividly remembered the morning after their little naughty night, which was quite a spectacle in and of itself.

To begin with, they had all agreed that it would be best to forget the whole ordeal. Narcissa, in particular, was deeply affected by her actions and believed that she had played a role in causing the breakdown of the marriage. Narcissa begged Lily for forgiveness despite her innocence in the matter. That only showed Narcissa's character as a person.

The sexual tension the following days was out of this world until Lily decided that it was enough of them running away from the problem that needed to be dealt with now before it was too late. Lily approached the situation calmly and brought both of them together so they could discuss it like adults. They could either move on and cut it before it goes beyond their control, which would mean Obliviate the memories of that night, or explore it and see what emerges from this newfound relationship.

Lily's suggestion quite surprised Narcissa and James. Narcissa even asked Lily if she wasn't afraid of James falling in love with her, to which Lily chuckled at the question. Lily was sure that James loved her more than anything in the world and would die for her. It was an arrogant declaration, but it was true since Lily loved James the same way. There was no crack in their marriage that could be exploited by someone. Also, Lily asks Narcissa back: what would happen if it were her and not James, the one who fell in love with her? To which Narcissa kept silent. Blushing intensely but quietly

James was honest in expressing his thoughts and feelings. He cherished Lily profoundly and held her in the highest regard. While he acknowledged Narcissa's physical beauty and felt a certain level of attraction towards her, he was unwilling to engage in any behaviour that would put his marriage at risk without Lily's consent. He firmly believed that any actions taken by all parties involved should be consensual and that all parties should be prepared for the possibility of the relationship ending if things did not work out.

Lily and James were not prudes when it came to their sexual fantasies. They have explored each other's boundaries in the past. But it was their first time considering adding a person to their lives. And would only do so if Narcissa wished to explore it.

The pureblood and quite conservative woman, who has spent all her life in a marriage resembling a prison, has never explored that part of herself at all. Sexual needs, or a healthy relationship, were so alien to her that they raised many concerns. But at the same time, Narcissa wanted to know what it was like to feel desired, cared for, and even loved. So, she decided to join Lily and James in this new relationship dynamic—a brash decision, too rash, but one that Narcissa would make for herself. The first time she had ever made a decision in her life.

And it was just like James stated. It could all end if things don't work out. They all knew it. But the past week, for Narcissa, has been paradise. Lily and James were so thoughtful and passionate about her. Narcissa now sees the side of James, and only Lily sees it. He was an intelligent, kind, charming, and incredibly loving man who could stand up to hordes of Death Eaters to defend his family. The way he asked for her opinions, just to hear her speak her mind, to make her feel that she mattered to him, That was something Narcissa had never experienced before.

Now I see why he was so popular with girls.

Narcissa never thought to feel something for a woman, but Lily was unique. The fierce, red-haired woman was a genius in all regards to magic. She was strong-willed and loyal to those she cared about. Lily wished to be there for Narcissa in order to give her the reassurance that they cherished and wanted her. No matter what happened, she would always be welcomed into their lives. Both James and Lily would always be ready to help and protect her, no matter what.

Lily, now I know why you were the most popular girl in school back then.

They were kindred spirits, James and Lily. Narcissa sees it now. Still, those two could be beasts in bed. She knew that they were good-looking. James was incredibly handsome, with that well-shape body, after years in the auror department. And Lily was a goddess in disguise. Yet Narcissa was having a hard time keeping up with them. They utterly devour Narcissa every time on the bed. To say both James and Lily were incredible lovers would be an understatement, and the fact they had told her they hadn't shown her anything yet frightened and excited her.

However, Narcissa dreads what people will think, especially Harriet, who has been picking up on the sudden change in dynamics in the house. She was still a child, no matter how bright she was. But she shouldn't worry about minor things. After all, Harriet was Lily's daughter.

"So...? Are you two doing it?" Harriet reasked, a little amused by their looks.

"We sure are, sweetie. Your parents are taking a chance on a romantic relationship with Narcissa. Also, Narcissa could become James' second wife in the near future. Who can say? Let's pray it works! I'd like to take her on as my wife, too," Lily replied as she served more pancakes, which Harriet took with happiness. "Now, eat your breakfast. Remember, Fleur is coming soon."

"Alright," Harriet replied as she continued eating.

Narcissa stared, dumbfounded at the lack of reaction from Harriet. She glanced at James, who simply shook his head and sighed deeply before returning to reading the newspaper.

Narcissa simply stood there in a state of confusion.

"Mom, can you pass me the marmalade?"

"Here you go, sweetie," Lily said, smiling at her daughter's eating habits.

"Hey, do save some for me!" James called out from the other side of the table. "I haven't had marmalade in ages."

"Then you better eat now!" Harriet exclaimed, a bit possessive of the pancakes. "Besides, you ate marmalade yesterday!"

"Wait!" Narcissa exclaimed, watching the three Potters, then stared at her, confused.

"Are... are you fine with that? With your parents' decision? With, with me...?" Narcissa couldn't help but ask as Harriet glanced at her, puzzled by her question.

"It's my parent's business and romantic life. They are adults and know what they are doing. Besides, I am married to a Veela already, and she has no problem if, in the near future, I decide to take Nymphadora as my second wife. Also, she is looking for a form for us to have babies, so no problem. We'll think about something. I have so many titles and beautiful women surrounding me," Harriet sighed dramatically as if she were carrying an immeasurable weight. "It's a curse to be a Potter, isn't that right, Dad? Beautiful women are over us all the time."

"It's a weight we must carry, Harriet," James replied, like Harriet. With a dramatic sigh, Lily rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile.

"See, Narcissa, don't worry about it!" Lily replied, kissing the blonde-haired woman's cheek, who simply stared at the family, utterly dumbfounded.

"So, Dad, who has the biggest breast between my mom and Aunt Narcissa?" Harriet asked as she kept eating her pancakes.

"Mm, that's hard to say..." James muttered slowly. "What do you think, Lily, my love?"

"Narcissa's breasts are rounded, definitely slightly bigger than my own," Lily replied with a serious tone of voice as if they were discussing something important.

However, Narcissa was just standing there, stunned and confused.

"What sort of family did I get myself into...?" Narcissa muttered to herself.

"A Potter family!" The three replied happily, only making Narcissa wonder about her recent life decisions. However, she couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of it all.

Harriet sighed happily as she rested her head on Fleur's lap; finally, she was back with her dear soul mate after such a long time. It truly amazed Harriet how much better she felt when she was with Fleur. The sensation of feeling her warmth could not be compared to anything at all.

Fleur's eyes shone with pure devotion and love as she stroked Harriet's hair. "So, Narcissa may become Lord Potter's second wife? I am not surprised about that at all." Fleur said it with quite an amused tone of voice.

"Well, that has yet to be seen, but yeah, she is pretty much a Potter now," Harriet chuckled. "Aunt Narcissa's sense of humour is quite dry; I am surprised. She is going to fit right in!"

They both chuckled at the very thought. However, Harriet was unaffected by the idea of her parents experimenting with intimacy and marriage. It was unusual and humorous at the same time. But Harriet was fine with whatever made her parents happy and kept the Potter family going. She'd back them up, no matter what they decided.

"What did young Draco Malfoy think of this?" Fleur asked while Harriet shrugged at the question.

"I don't know. I doubt Draco knows much about what his mother is doing now," Harriet replied, feeling quite sad about the fact that Narcissa's relationship with her son seemed to be on the rocks. It was clear she loved him still, but Draco was being fed lies about the whole divorce by Lucius.

"I hope he doesn't do something that could damage his relationship with his mother. He might regret it."

"You care about him? You broke his nose," Fleur asked, surprised by the words of her dear soul mate.

"It's not the same," Harriet replied with a chuckle.

"Oh, really?"

Harriet frowned deeply, wondering if she cared about whatever Draco was doing with his life now. "I don't really care about him. But he is still a child. He can change; at least, I do hope so, for Narcissa's sake."

Harriet stood up from her comfortable place as she glanced around the green field. Both were spending time together.

"You know, Ronald Weasley sent me a letter apologising.

"Ronald Weasley? Ginny's brother? What does he want with you so suddenly?" Fleur asked, quite aggravated, clearly showing signs of jealousy, which caused Harriet to glance at her quite amusedly.

"Posesive much, dear?" Harriet teased while Fleur huffed.

"A bit..."

Harriet kissed Fleur's cheek while smiling. "He is simply a child who wants to be friends with me. He sounded like he truly regretted how he acted in the first year. Also, Ginny told me that Ron seemed to try to be a better person. Now, that doesn't mean that things will change. But that's what kids do—mature. Hopefully, Draco will."

"I doubt someone like Draco Malfoy would change his ways, especially with someone like Lucius Malfoy poisoning his mind."

Fleur stated, and Harriet couldn't help but agree. "Hopefully not. It will hurt his mother, and I like to believe he won't do that."

Harriet smiled as she stared at the sun. "I don't mind either Ron or Draco, really. I hope they mature and change. Ginny... well, she's my responsibility now; she's my friend, and Ron is her brother. And Draco, if things between Aunt Narcissa and my parents go on a more serious route, She may be part of the family. I guess I am trying to be optimistic now."

Fleur noticed that Harriet's feelings towards Ron and Draco were neutral at best. Harriet does not harbour any hatred towards them, despite any initial negative interactions they may have had in the past, as they were merely children at the time. Harriet chooses not to hold any grudges or treat them as adversaries. It would be ridiculous. Besides, Harriet felt that it would be quite bothersome to be on their level of childlike behaviour.

Harriet was already quite childish in some ways, so she better not be stuck there any longer.

"I understand. With hope, Draco will come to his senses," Fleur sighed deeply, knowing that while she hated the fact, more worthless humans were getting close to her beloved. She couldn't truly go against Harriet's wishes to have a stable relationship with them for her family's sake and because Harriet considers her friendships vital to her.

Would she still be the same once she remembered? Fleur wondered if Harriet's humanity would change her as much as it was changing Harriet. How much has this life changed us, too? All of us? Perhaps it's subconsciously changing us, and we don't even know. Fleur thought about it, feeling anxious just to think about it.

"Well, Lucius trial will be soon. And I am not even invited," Harriet scoffed slightly.

"How so? Shouldn't you be there? As a witness, at least?" Fleur asked, tilting her head.

"It's a criminal court, and dear Aunty Amelia has told me she has enough evidence to put Lucius on a life sentence in Azkaban. She won't need my testimony, or at least she hopes so. Nevertheless, Lucius Malfoy is over."

At the very least, Harriet would like to know what secrets Lucius was hiding. Someone like him should know more than meets the eye.

"I wonder if they would ask him about Voldemort's secrets. They should, right? It's a good opportunity to learn more about the Dark Lord."

"Unless he is on a secret oath," Fleur added, and Harriet hissed.

"True, Lucius could die before saying anything worth listening to."

"Quite troublesome indeed," Fleur whispered, already making her own plans. Surely, they would not allow Lucius Malfoy to simply rot in a cell if he possessed any type of information that could serve their purpose of saving their lady's life. Not at all.

"Yeah, nevertheless, I have plans of my own. My mother has told me that a certain previous Dark Lord has taken an interest in me."

Fleur stared at Harriet now, a bit stunned and surprised.

"My mother understands me well. She won't keep secrets from me or treat me like a naive child. She wants me to be ready for anything."

"What does that person want with you?" Fleur's tone of voice was cold and distant, filled with anger and worry.

"We don't know. Gellert Grindelwald may be an ally, an enemy, or someone with his own agenda. Whatever it is, he knows about Voldemort's Horcrux. How? I can't say. In any case, we must be wary of that person."

Fleur simply nodded, aware of the upcoming meeting with all the guardians. They had to plan ahead.

Harriet sighed. "Voldemort, Gellert Grindelwald, the so-called Circle, and something about Avalon and Morgan Le Fay. I don't know what is happening, but it will come to light soon enough. I am sure of it."

Harriet would also ask Salazar Slytherin if he knew something about Avalon. Maybe he could tell her more.

Fleur, however, frowned deeply as she pondered those words. There was something strange and out of the ordinary—an itch she couldn't quite get. How is Gellert Grindelwald involved in all of this? Avalon? Morgan Le Fay? There is something that is not adding up here. Fleur thought, hoping that Blaise would have something to add to this intriguing question.

"Still, that's for tomorrow! I am hungry!" Harriet smiled, making Fleur snap back to reality.

"Of course, mon amour!" Fleur exclaimed joyfully before freezing in place as she stared at Harriet, suddenly struck by fear. Harriet frowned as she watched the pale expression on Fleur's face. She was about to ask Fleur why her reaction was until she felt something on her forehead—a liquid of sorts.

Harriet then saw that it was blood. It was coming out of her scar. And before she could say something. Harriet's body slumped on the ground, and she began to have a seizure. Something was happening. Harriet could feel it. Images, memories of sorts, were going faster and faster. Those memories were not hers. But someone else.

Even though Harriet was in pain, trembling in agonising pain. She knew that the one responsible for this was Voldemort. The man has found a way to torment her through their link, like poking a gashing wound. Yet the Dark Lord seemed to ignore that it was a two-way street, and Harriet could do the same. And she did. It was like two vicious animals biting each other. Yet, the more they did it, the more damage they each left.

Harriet would remember those images. The rocks, the old lady selling something. The tree and a ghost. However, she would also not forget the way Fleur seemed to be screaming. Or was it speaking? Harriet couldn't say. The only thing she knew was that Fleur wasn't alone anymore. But she lost consciousness as she felt something envelop her, a warm sensation softening a bit of her pain.

You'll pay for this, Tom. Harriet vowed silently before darkness took her.