Hi everybody. Here is chapter two of this little short story. Enjoy.
Repercussions
Amelia Bones read over the notes she had taken, the notes her aurors that investigated at the site of events had taken and the forensic reports of the unspeakables and auror department alike. It all seemed to be a very clearly cut case. There had been a portkey, in form of the Triwizard Cup, which had taken Harry Potter to the graveyard of a town called Little Hangleton. It was a muggle town. According to the witness report of Harry Potter, it had been where Voldemort's parents had lived when they were young. He told her that Voldemort himself had revealed that during his monologuing when he had his body back from the ritual he had Peter Pettigrew perform.
And wasn't it a shock to find the perfectly preserved and only recently died body of a man that had been declared dead for over a decade? Well, technically that was two supposedly long-since dead people, as Voldemort had also been declared dead by the Ministry of Magic in 1985, when the Death Eater hunts were declared finished.
The graveyard was where Voldemort's father was buried, and the ritual needed his bones. Many had been shocked to hear that the most feared dark lord had a muggle father. But the outcry wasn't as strong as many would have thought, as most of the ones that would have decried it a lie had also died that evening, which was the main reason such a big investigation had been started. It simply couldn't be hushed up, no matter how much Fudge had tried to do just that. Well, he had no chance to be re-elected in the next elections in eight months, as he had lost all of his financial backers. Good riddance too, he was a lousy minister.
Cedric Diggory had confirmed the portkey part, as Harry Potter had vanished directly in front of his eyes, while they were arguing who of them should take the cup. Ironically neither of them wanted to take it over the other.
Potter had been captured, mainly due to his injuries acting up when Pettigrew had appeared, and his blood was used in the ritual that gave Voldemort his body back. Poppy Pomfrey had confirmed his story, giving a report which injuries she had healed once he had appeared at the Hogwarts hospital wing that evening, taken there by a house elf. Smart boy, thinking of calling an elf to get him to safety, instead of muddling in things himself. According to Potter, Voldemort had pressed his wand into Pettigrew's dark mark to call his other followers. Shortly after that, his body started deteriorating, which Potter understood was the effect of his blood being used.
Amelia didn't like the fact that Potter had been bitten by a basilisk of all things when he had just been twelve years old. Dumbledore had conveniently 'forgotten' to mention that there had actually been a basilisk roaming Hogwarts during the 1992 / 93 school year. She was not happy to take his platitudes this time. Her niece Susan had been there as a student as well. Thinking about her being in that kind of danger all year made her very insistent on personally making sure that no other dangerous surprises were hidden at that school. Dumbledore had told everybody that a dark artefact had caused the mess and that it had been destroyed at the end of the year, thus the danger had passed. A basilisk had never ever been mentioned.
Poppy Pomfrey confirmed again that she had determined the nature of Potter's blood after being bitten and poisoned by the basilisk and saved by the tears of Dumbledore's phoenix. The blood of the boy was one of the deadliest substances that existed. One drop that got into another person's bloodstream was a death sentence, outside of being treated with phoenix tears immediately. The boy knew that and had been taught a few healing spells to manage closing any kind of bleeding wound immediately, as only his body could deal with that situation.
There also were reports about Pomfrey trying to have Potter relocated during the summer break of 1993, as she had strong concerns that the imbalance of his blood would trigger strong outbursts of accidental magic, which would pose a danger to the Statute of Secrecy, as Potter lived in a muggle neighbourhood. But the reports had been buried by somebody, with Dumbledore claiming that nothing bad would happen. Well, the report about Potter inflating his muggle aunt to the point she floated for some time until she could be found, and the problem reversed showed differently. She would ensure that the boy wouldn't stay with muggles again, as she happened to agree with Pomfrey's concerns.
Not to mention that Dumbledore's arguments about the needed protection from blood wards had now been lifted, as the main aggressors were dead.
Potter had been surprised to see Pettigrew dying as well, he had been aware that Voldemort would die from his blood, but the other man had not been expected by him. But he wasn't sorry, telling her that Pettigrew had been the traitor that had sold his parents to Voldemort back in 1981, had blamed Sirius Black for his crimes, and had been an unregistered rat animagus. The story about the matter already having been discovered a year before, but Fudge not believing them over Severus Snape started an additional investigation, the results were as damning as the ones of this one. Many things had never been forwarded to the DMLE, on authority of people that had no right to decide about it. It only caused another investigation to be started next to the mess the initial event caused. As if she didn't have enough work already.
When both Pettigrew and Voldemort had been dead, Potter had used the fact that they had taken out the gag from his mouth, because Voldemort wanted to hear Harry scream under the cruciatus curse and called the house elf Dobby. The elf had appeared, cut Potter free from the ropes and had taken him to safety at the Hogwarts hospital wing. The boy had stayed there ever since until Pomfrey allowed him to leave, once he was healed. He had still been there when Amelia went to Hogwarts to question him personally, as Pomfrey wanted to be absolutely sure that the whole mess didn't pose a danger of either Potter dying from the poison acting out, as it had never been tested what a combination of a dark ritual a cruciatus curse and the venom could do, or his magic lashing out against bystanders.
Fudge was an idiot trying to push the blame onto Potter, who had been a victim in the whole mess. He had been far away from any of the people that had died at their homes, in the process of donning Death Eater robes and then apparating to the side of their master. It was absolutely clear that they had only lied their way out of punishment after Voldemort's fall. She had always said that but had never been able to get past the bribes that had been paid to the ones on the Wizengamot, which ultimately decided upon the punishments. Or the ones that let them get away without ever being put on trial. Upstanding citizens her butt.
Well, now they got their deserved reward for their crimes. Fudge, after hearing that a chain reaction through the dark marks, triggered by Voldemort dying from Potter's blood, had claimed that Potter was at fault for their deaths and cried for the boy to be punished, but Amelia wouldn't let that happen. Probably that stupid toad Umbridge had something to do with the mess as well, as Potter was a halfblood and nearly all of the dead were purebloods. No, in this she would block the idiots with all of her powers as head of the DMLE, and it was truly clear that it was only a matter of time until she finally got Fudge out of his office. The man had messed up big time with hushing up things over the past years, and she wouldn't let that happen again, or him blaming the idiocy of murderers on their victim.
Dumbledore read over the lists of names. Names of all those that had died recently. This would change the whole political landscape radically, and he wasn't sure if he liked it. Radical changes were unpredictable. But there was no way that things could be stabilised until the remaining heirs, often they were still at least three or four years away from being able to take over their parents' seats on the Wizengamot, at the head of family businesses or just in social circles, were of age. Nobody would listen to a family's heir until said heir was at least seventeen years old and had achieved at least three NEWTs graded with an A. That simply was how their world worked.
It was a horrible show how many people Voldemort had dragged down into doom with him. Dumbledore had tried to make these people repent, to redeem them, as he knew very well that the number of witches and wizards in their society was exceedingly small. But nearly a whole generation had been lost to Voldemort. On both sides of the conflict. Either in the battles or now in this great catastrophe. Sometimes he wanted to blame Harry, but the boy couldn't have known what Voldemort had planned. Even he, who had known that something was going on in the background, but couldn't figure out the final plan, couldn't have guessed that a stupid coincidence would fulfil the prophecy in unexpected ways.
Basilisk venom in Harry's blood. He had never considered that as the 'power he knows not'. Oh, Voldemort knew all about the deadly powers of basilisk venom. He had studied that snake when he discovered it to be in the Chamber of Secrets. That much Dumbledore was sure of. But Voldemort hadn't found out that Harry had faced the basilisk, had been bitten while killing it, and only lived thanks to Fawkes healing him with his tears, which gave Harry immunity against the venom's effect, but turned his whole blood into one of the most poisonous substances in the world. Thankfully, after asking Poppy about it, he had been informed that Harry could live a normal life, have a family, including children, as only his blood was contaminated, not any other body fluid.
Additionally, thanks to this chain reaction of anything that was linked to Voldemort's magic, even the horcruxes that he knew had to be out there, somewhere, didn't stop Voldemort's death. Basilisk venom was one of the substances that could detroy them after all. When Voldemort used Harry's blood, he connected them to the venom's effect as well. He was finally forever gone. But that was the only good part about this situation.
Still, he now had to deal with a whole slew of problems that he hadn't made any plans for. He had had plans for capturing all these people, sending them to Azkaban. That would have allowed him to order proper proxies for the underage heirs, and some of the of age heirs, as there were laws about that type of case. It would have increased the power of the light side greatly. But nobody could convict anybody posthumously. That was forbidden, as law stated that you could only call a trial for a living person. There had been cases of convicting people in absentia, if the Wizengamot considered it a clear-cut case, with irrefutable proof of the crime. They had made mistakes while doing so, like with Sirius Black. But times had been dark back then and Barty Crouch too intent to not show the dark wizards and witches that had been caught any mercy, especially after the first few had managed to worm their way out of being put on trial by bribing the panel that decided who was tried and who wasn't.
Simply because too many trials would have to be set up to stay conform with their laws. It wasn't right, but it were difficult years for everybody. And most people simply wanted revenge against the Death Eaters, thus they didn't protest when Barty started countering the decisions of the panel, after finding out about several bribes going through, including Lucius Malfoy, Thaddeus Nott, Amycus Carrow and some others. About twenty Death Eaters managed to plead imperius curse before he used his emergency powers to dissolve the panel and put every Death Eater on trial. But the damage was already done.
Dumbledore didn't know how to act from here on. He had to think up his new line quickly, then perhaps, he could prevent that the heirs followed into the footsteps of their fathers. But he also had to reset his staff at Hogwarts. He needed a new Defence teacher and a new Potions teacher. With the prophecy having been fulfilled, he could also stop covering for Sybil. So far, it had been imperative to keep her out of reach of any Death Eater, as, while she didn't consciously remember giving that prophecy, it was still there, hidden in her mind. A skilled Legilimens could find it if he looked for it.
And it wouldn't take much to direct her to a better place for her. He could do away with Divination and replace it with something more useful for the students. He had always been fond of learning languages and there were magical ways to do so. He knew that he was old, but he still had some years in him to now concentrate on the school, as he didn't have to worry about Voldemort anymore. Perhaps he should just bring things on the way and then step back from politics. He had earned himself a break. Just taking care that no more extremists could use idiotic politicians to exploit their society and he could simply be a teacher, finally stepping back from power, as he knew that too much power was too great a temptation for him. Let the new generation deal with things, with him guiding them onto the path. Starting here at Hogwarts, his home.
Harry read the Daily Prophet with satisfaction. While generally, it was sad that so many people had died, these people had willingly joined an insane mass murderer and become as bad as he had been. Perhaps now things could change in Wizarding Britain. Looking over to the Slytherin table, there were many empty spots. The students whose parents or family members had died had gone home to attend their funerals. He was glad that his involvement in the mess wasn't widely known. Madam Bones had declared it a secret and Fudge, while he had wanted to punish Harry for getting his main financial supporters killed, even if he couldn't say it like that, had to give in. The main reason why Fudge couldn't push further was the simple fact that if he did that, he would also have to admit that all those people that had died had had the dark mark. Without exception.
He was at the end of his political career. The best he could hope for was letting his current term in office end somewhat silently and not put his name up for election again. This way at least, he might be able to get away without being brought up on charges of corruption. There were many hints towards that part. Especially as the official list from Gringotts with all the names of the ones that had died the day of the third task of the Triwizard Tournament held all the names of his known supporters. But without statements from either his accounts or the ones of the dead, it wouldn't be possible to easily prove it. But proof wouldn't be necessary once the part about the dead all being marked Death Eaters came out. Then the public wouldn't care for that. They would demand that he was punished for consorting with those criminals.
The fact that Harry had won the Tournament without even meaning to do so, as the rules stated that the one to touch the Triwizard Cup first in the maze won, was actually mostly forgotten over the stream of news about deaths among the wizarding elite of the country, and some also in other countries. The full list had only been published yesterday, after the goblins had enjoyed the chaos that was caused by wizards running around like scared children. They were obliged to inform the Ministry of deaths that were confirmed by their spells on vault records, but they had two weeks between the death and the announcement having to be made. Thus, they could plot to their own benefit.
The vaults of the dead were put under lockdown as soon as the file at Gringotts confirmed the death. Supposedly, at least that was what the goblins claimed why it took the full two weeks to confirm all deaths, it was to have the line of inheritance established.
Harry truly hoped that nobody would find out about the results of that research, as then he would become a priority target for those who lost their parents to the dark mark. Because, which he hadn't expected at all, he had been granted the majority of the fortunes of the ones that died. It was a combination of the goblins exploiting old pureblood laws of the country. First was that slaves weren't allowed to hold property. The law was aimed at house elves, but it didn't specify that part. It just stated slaves. And, which the Death Eaters hadn't realised but which was confirmed by some complicated goblin spells, the dark mark was a slave brand. Meaning, according to that law, any property that a marked slave owned before he was marked, transferred into the ownership of the master. Meaning Voldemort.
Here a second law came into play. The right of conquest. If a wizard or witch was bested in mortal magical combat of any kind, duelling competitions didn't count for example, as declared by either side, three times in some way, the winner of the combat won all the assets in possession of the defeated party. Merlin himself set those laws up, back when King Arthur's rule at Camelot was established. Mainly to prevent mass murder. The fact that somebody had to win in combat three times where the lives of both sides were on the line, and these three times had to be at least one month apart of each other, made it much less attractive to challenge others just to gain their property. It cut down on deadly duels back in that time.
Harry, due to Voldemort's declaration to want to see him dead, had bested the older wizard three times. Actually, it had happened four times, but the one when he had been a baby didn't count fully. The ones that did count were in June of 1992 in the incident with the Philosopher's Stone, June of 1993 against the memory avatar in the Chamber of Secrets and in June of 1995, in the graveyard against the reborn Voldemort. Thus, Harry had gained millions of galleons, be it in form of cash, investments or landed property.
He didn't see any reason to be too merciful with the remaining families of the ones that had family members that lost them their money. What he did order the goblins to do was setting up trust vaults for all children of the now dead Death Eaters. Each child was to have their full tuition for Hogwarts put aside in a school trust vault that they couldn't access. Next to that, they would get a personal vault filled with three hundred galleons each. That money was meant to pay for school equipment and clothes while they were at Hogwarts. Nothing more. And three hundred was a generous amount. He knew that it was possible to get by with a lot less money. But Harry didn't want them to be mocked by fellow students for not being able to afford normal robes and the like.
It wouldn't be enough to splurge or to hold their supposedly great ancestry over the heads of other students anymore, but if they didn't waste the money for stupid things, they could easily buy everything they needed to get through all seven years at Hogwarts. He knew that new robes at Madam Malkin's cost one galleon for the kind that had all kinds of charms on them, like automatic temperature control and things like that. The basic variant only cost ten sickles per robe. The most expensive year was first year, when all the basic equipment needed to be bought. Normally, if no teacher demanded more than one book per class, like the bastard Lockhart had done, school supplies came down to about seven galleons tops. And that included enough ink and parchment to last a full term.
Thus, Harry didn't feel one bit guilty for forcing the remaining Death Eater families to have the adults work for their money for once and have the children concentrate on their education to have a chance to get good jobs upon graduating from Hogwarts. Because there no longer were family members in influential positions that could give them a leg up into highly paid positions. He felt it was already nice of him to not evict them from the houses he had also inherited. He would allow the possible surviving spouses, in case they hadn't taken the dark mark they hadn't died after all, and the underage children to stay in their homes, though he was thinking about charging rent for that. Well, he still had time to work out the details, after all, he didn't want to announce his position yet, or ever.
Epilogue
Harry looked back at the previous year since Voldemort's folly, with a little assistance from Harry's chaining spell, had changed the political situation in Wizarding Britain drastically. Without people like Lucius Malfoy buying political decisions, the Wizengamot had seen a drastic change in passed bills and laws. People there actually did the work they were paid for instead of doing the bidding of those that had the biggest vaults. Thanks to Malfoy not influencing things to his liking anymore, the DMLE also got more of the yearly budget of the Ministry directed into their coffers. It was overdue as well.
In hindsight, Malfoy and his companions had set the stage that once Voldemort came back, he could take over much easier, as the DMLE had been reduced to a toothless tiger. The aurors there would have been overwhelmed by sheer numbers of the enemy and for the past ten years nearly no new aurors had been hired. This was not just the fault of the budget cuts, even if they limited the number of aurors that could be hired, but it also came from two core subjects that were needed to qualify for the position not being taught to levels where the graduates had the marks the DMLE needed.
Potions and Defence had been much better in the way they were taught this school year. Not the least because Harry had given an anonymous donation to the school, declaring in a letter that he wanted the quality of the education to be drastically improved without having vultures like Rita Skeeter tear down why he was donating that amount of money. Rita hadn't liked that part at all, had even tried to find out who the mysterious donor of the money was, but all her tricks hadn't helped her. Instead, she was arrested by the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol after Hermione had given Amelia Bones proof that Rita Skeeter was an unregistered beetle animagus.
Madam Bones, who hated how many lies the ruthless reporter had spread, had been extremely happy to dish out some overdue justice and Rita got a ticket to the low security wing of Azkaban for five years and lost her licence to work as a reporter. Due to her special ability, she was forced to wear magic suppressing manacles all day. Nobody wanted her to escape the prison as a beetle couldn't be stopped by the normal walls of the prison.
Meanwhile Sirius had been cleared of all charges. Without Malfoy preventing that Sirius could reach the Wizengamot unharmed, it was merely a short trial with Sirius demanding to be given veritaserum to prove his innocence once and for all. As Fudge didn't have the political support anymore to prevent that the trial took place, it also served as the last hit to get the incompetent and corrupt moron voted out, as Sirius testified that Fudge had been told about his innocence in June 1994 already and had simply denied that it could be, rather believing the word of a known Death Eater that he had confounded the four witnesses. It should be mentioned that Sirius didn't have a wand of his own at the time and had been weakened by his stay at Azkaban. No way could he have managed that with a stolen wand in that condition.
The new minister was an old wizard called Waylon Montgomery. He was part of the neutral faction of the Wizengamot and known to always weigh important decisions for their advantages and disadvantages before making a decision. He was also known to refuse any kind of bribes, considering them a disease of their political society. Harry certainly hoped that he would bring the needed change into the Ministry. Minister Montgomery wasn't the candidate that the strongest members of the dark and light side factions would have preferred, but he was one that they could both agree to work with reasonably well. He wasn't overly powerful or ambitious, but he got the job done that was asked of him.
Now that Hogwarts had got fifty thousand galleons to replace the school brooms, as their condition was simply too bad for flying classes or for students to simply borrow them to fly around in their free time, to update the library, the last time it had been possible had been in 1952, and set up some new classes, things had gone a lot smoother than before. The loss of the Death Eaters from influential positions had also achieved that Professor Dumbledore could finally demand a higher monthly payment from the Ministry for Hogwarts, showing clearly how much money had been siphoned off into the coffers of those that didn't have a right to deprive the school of funds.
It should be mentioned that the same people then complained about the decrease of quality in the teaching at Hogwarts. Now each core class had two teachers to leave the teachers with more time to relax, next to letting them give each student more attention. Divination had been cancelled as an elective and been replaced with languages. Harry was extremely happy about that, as he hated Divination, Parvati and Lavender were devastated when the decision had been announced. Even if the students that had chosen the class were already informed about the change in a letter. The ones that wanted to could attempt taking the OWL exams for the class but most decided to forego that and instead took the test for languages.
Thanks to the method used by the class, meaning that they learned one language each period, which resulted in them having perfect knowledge of three languages by the end of the school year, they had the necessary level to pass that OWL easily. The third years had been told by their Hogwarts letters that they could decide if they wanted to do the language elective or replace Divination with one of the other offered electives.
Thanks to Snape being dead, the Slytherin students also changed their way of doing things. People like Draco Malfoy couldn't get away with their bad behaviour anymore. It was actually horrifying how many things Snape had covered up. Detentions were handed out in masses at the beginning of Harry's fifth year until the smarter ones among them understood that things had changed drastically, and they needed to adapt or be left in the dust. It led to others that had previously been overshadowed by the more outspoken bullies taking the stage and proving why they had been sorted into Slytherin.
While it took some time for the students to get used to the changes, most of them appreciated that things were now done to make the education they got at Hogwarts better. Some slackers bemoaned the higher amount of work they were forced to do, but they quickly were forced to fall in line.
Harry personally enjoyed that he could concentrate on his studies in his OWL year and wasn't disturbed by new and deadly plots that were somehow connected to Voldemort. He could finally be a normal student, free of the burden that had been placed onto his young shoulders without any doing of his own. The most exhausting thing this year had been Hermione, who had gone into a frenzy over the OWLs coming up and her wanting to ace everything. Thankfully, he had managed to mostly get out of the line of fire. He had done his work properly in a timeframe that worked for him. Ron meanwhile had got countless lectures how important these exams were for their future and how he couldn't slack on his homework.
Especially when Ron had trained for the Quidditch try-outs during the first week of the term and had neglected his homework, she had gone ballistic. Harry's opinion in the matter was that Ron was old enough to decide for himself and that the teachers had warned them all more than thoroughly how the exams decided their future. If Ron didn't take it seriously, he would pay the price. And Harry had spelled his homework to be protected against being copied. If Ron wanted to slack, he wouldn't get the opportunity to remedy things by copying Harry's work. Harry had noticed that Ron got angry a few times when that happened, but he could hardly blame Harry for protecting his work, after all, that would include admitting that he wanted to cheat.
After all, Harry hadn't allowed him to read his essays and Ron had the same time to get things done as all others. Now, the exams were all done, and the fifth and seventh years were enjoying the nice weather outside while the younger years were taking their exams. Classes were cancelled for them during those two weeks, as the teachers were too busy with the younger years. And honestly, after having taken the Ministry observed exams, there wasn't any reason to make them learn anything new. They were done for the year and only waited for the results.
Harry sat at the kitchen table of Sirius' house. Once Sirius had been cleared, he had used the money he got as compensation for the huge clusterfuck that the Ministry had caused to buy a nice house away from any kind of settlement. Sirius wanted space, after having been stuck inside a small cell for over a decade. The house was hidden by a forest, located on a rocky cliff looking down on a large lake. Except for the lakeside, all others behind the property were surrounded by forest. Meaning, muggles would never find the house by walking inside the forest. Some simple repelling charms ensured it on top of the remote location.
There was a path down to a small patch of sandy beach in a bay at the lake, which Sirius had set up, as he liked to swim. And he had installed wards towards the lake that both prevented that the bay was reached by muggles taking a boats trip on the lake and to keep the water at a nice temperature to swim there.
Hedwig, who he had just fed some of his bacon, gave the other owl sitting on the guest owl perch the stink eye. Well, the owl behaved quite arrogantly in Harry's opinion, thus he could understand Hedwig's dislike of the owl. Thankfully, the owl didn't stay long, only taking some water from the dish attached to the perch, then flying out through the window again. Harry looked at the letter the owl had delivered. It was from the Ministry.
"What did you get pup?" asked Sirius, walking in, his hair still moist after he had taken a shower.
"Letter from the Ministry. I guess it's my OWL results," replied Harry and opened the letter, wanting to see if he was right.
Sirius looked curiously at his godson but let him read in peace.
"Yes, they are, and they are good," grinned Harry.
"What grades did you get?" asked Sirius.
"Outstanding in Defence, Charms, Languages, Muggle Studies, Care and Transfiguration, Exceeds Expectations in Potions, Herbology, and Astronomy and Acceptable in History of Magic."
"Since when did you take Muggle Studies?" wondered Sirius.
"I didn't, but I asked Katie what topics came up in her OWL the previous year, as she took that subject and it was ridiculously easy for somebody raised in the muggle world. Thus, I simply asked to sit that OWL on top of my normal subjects just to have one more OWL to my name," grinned Harry happily.
"Smart. And congratulations. Those are amazing results," declared Sirius smiling proudly.
"Thank you. These results will allow me to continue the classes I want to take," he said.
"Oh, what career do you plan to follow?" Sirius wanted to know.
"Healer. I don't want to chase dark wizards all the time, even if Ron believes that I liked the suggestion the fake Moody made when he taught at Hogwarts in my fourth year. Healer had basically the same requirements. And I'm already proud that despite having to deal with Snape for four of my five years at Hogwarts, I managed an E in the OWLs. I know that the new teacher is happy with an E to continue on NEWT level in the subject," explained Harry.
Sirius nodded. The new teacher was a previous apprentice of Horace Slughorn, who had been his Potions Professor when he was a student. The woman had a much easier personality than Snape and could actually teach.
"Well, your results call for a celebration. Let's head to that new restaurant in Hogsmeade and get some great food for dinner. I'll call them and reserve a table for us," decided Sirius.
"That sounds great, thank you Sirius," agreed Harry happily. It was still a new experience for him to have somebody that was happy about him being good at school.
He could only think that it was strange that the reason why his life took a turn for the better was that Voldemort hadn't known that Harry's blood was one of the most toxic substances there were.