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This is a slow chapter, with a lot of character interactions. Diagon Alley will continue into the next chapter as well.

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Chapter 12

21st August

Harry emerged from the fire inside the Leaky Cauldron with more finesse than he had ever achieved before. Sirius still had to catch him after he stumbled, but he considered it a step up from his last attempt. Ideally, he would have inherited some agility from his Animagus form, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case. He would have to work at it just like everyone else.

"It's looking pretty busy already," Remus said in concern, looking around at the patrons sitting down. So far, they hadn't paid any attention to Harry, but it would only take a glance before he was recognised.

"It's fine," Sirius replied. "I will change into Snuffles if they get too overbearing. I assume they are still a bunch of superstitious twits and will be scared off by a Grim."

His grandma emerged next and moved to stand by Harry. They were waiting for the Greengrass family to arrive, and then they would head into Diagon Alley. He tried to stay inconspicuous by hiding behind the adults but reckoned it was only a matter of time before he was recognised. He wanted to wear a hat to hide his scar, but his grandfather refused. Apparently, he should be proud of who he was and not worried about how others perceived him. Easy for him to say. Wasn't his grandfather being rather low-key? With Dumbledore out of the picture for now, it probably wasn't necessary to stay hidden. However, he didn't know his grandfather's plans.

The floo activated again, and Daniel Greengrass emerged from the flames. He greeted them before stepping aside and letting the rest of the family come through.

"Those are some fancy robes," Daphne said as she approached Harry. "The blue suits you almost as well as the dark green robes."

"Do you like them?" Harry asked. "Because apparently, I can't dress myself. I was coerced into wearing these for a shopping trip of all things."

Daphne smirked at the tetchiness in his voice, knowing he was more comfortable in casual clothes because of his hobbies.

"You were going to come in jeans and a T-shirt," Minerva said huffily. "You want to make a good first impression for your return to the wizarding world."

"Does that mean if I make the wrong impression, people will leave me alone?" Harry asked brightly.

Minerva narrowed her eyes at him, but the others laughed at his suggestion.

"We should get moving before we attract more attention," Daniel said.

"Yes, we don't want to be swarmed," Sylvia agreed. "Stay close, everyone."

The adults led the way through the pub, greeting Tom at the bar. He looked up from the glass he was cleaning and spotted Harry. Tom opened his mouth to say something, but a gesture from Sirius silenced him. Unfortunately, someone else had noticed him and the news was quickly going around.

They hurried into the courtyard and Mr Greengrass opened up the entrance to Diagon Alley. Harry looked curiously ahead at the narrow cobblestone street. On either side, there were a variety of stores selling magical ingredients, books, pets, and equipment. If he had not known about magic beforehand, he would have been shocked by every little thing, just like a Miggleborn.

The alley was busy, and they moved through the street, trying to avoid bumping into others. He didn't understand why the streets were so narrow if they got this congested, but maybe they just chose the wrong time to do their shopping.

On their way to Gringotts, he noticed a two-story building that stood out from the rest of the buildings on the street. It was very contemporary in design, mostly made of glass, giving the interior an airy and light feel. Above the entrance, there was a sign adorned with the words 'Artisan Guild', next to a symbol of a hammer with a rune carved into it.

"Do you think I should register at the guild?" Harry asked Daphne.

"It's up to you," Daphne replied. "You would start off as an Apprentice Artisan, due to your age and inexperience. Once you have created an original item with a functional Artifact, you may be eligible for promotion."

Astoria laughed, "They wouldn't say no to you. Imagine the prestige and attention they would get if Harry Potter was a guild member. Given the current state of the guild, they would be stupid to refuse."

"We can visit after we finish getting your school supplies," Minerva said.

"Stay alert," Remus said, noticing that some people were pointing and staring at them. Even if they didn't recognise Harry, Minerva Potter was too recognisable. It wasn't a huge leap in logic to think that the boy following her was Harry Potter.

Some people approached them, looking at Harry with awe, but the group reached the bank and climbed the stairs before they could speak with him. A pair of goblins guarded the entrance and bowed to them as they passed. With the huge weapons slung over their backs, they looked like they could take care of themselves and protect the bank.

Minerva turned to Harry after entering the bank. "Let me get the Heir ring and some galleons for your school supplies. I don't want to stay too long in the alley, considering how much attention you have already received. You can explore the family vault later."

"I will get the Black's Heir ring as well," Sirius said. "Remus will stay here with you."

Harry nodded, and they left with the Greengrass family to approach the nearest available teller.

"Let's sit down," Remus said, pointing to the seating area for customers. Following him, Harry sat down and watched the witches and wizards go about their business to pass the time.

A plump woman and a man with thinning hair led a large family into the bank. Due to their distinctive red hair, it was evident they were all related. There were a range of ages among the kids, ranging from around his age up to around eighteen or nineteen years old. They were rather boisterous , and they attracted a lot of attention, to the annoyance of their mother.

"Who are they?" Harry asked curiously.

"The Weasley family," Remus said with affection. "They were once big supporters of Dumbledore. Molly and Arthur were members of the resistance group that fought against Voldemort and his followers, along with your parents, Sirius and I. Your grandmother mentioned that they had a falling out with Dumbledore a few years back but didn't know the reason. They were shunned by the light families that supported Dumbledore. Furthermore, other more traditional Pureblood families consider them blood traitors, because they don't care for magical traditions, and are rather progressive when it comes to Muggle and Muggleborn rights."

Harry commented, "I bet those families are looking pretty stupid now.". He noticed that the only girl among the boys looked frustrated by the antics of her twin brothers. He could tell they were mischievous just by watching them.

"I would say so," Remus agreed. "As a result of their fallout with Dumbledore, the Weasleys have struggled financially. The Headmaster used to allow them to pay their children's school fees in installments without a set time limit. When he cut off that support, it looked like the kids wouldn't be able to attend Hogwarts anymore. Thankfully, your grandmother came to the rescue and provided scholarships for everyone."

"She did?" Harry asked. "They must be worth it if they get her support."

"They are good people," Remus agreed. "They may have supported Dumbledore at one time, but they were fooled by him, as were many others, including me. I have a condition that made it problematic for me to attend Hogwarts, but the Headmaster made allowances. I was very thankful for his kindness. It was only after I finished school that I found out that it came with a price."

While Harry was curious about what kind of condition he had, since magic could cure a number of things, he didn't ask. Remus would share if he wanted to.

The twins, who looked a few years older than him, turned around and saw him sitting down with Remus. They smirked and Harry shivered, feeling as though he had just exchanged glances with chaos incarnate. After seeing Harry, they told their siblings, who turned around to look at him. They exclaimed with excitement, and they broke out into conversation. It attracted their parents' attention, who were still waiting to be served.

"Be prepared to meet the Weasleys," Remus grinned, as the family abandoned the line to make their way over to them. "If you survive the encounter, I will give you a chocolate frog."

"I want to run and hide," Harry admitted as the family reached them.

'Remus, it is good to see you," Arthur exclaimed, shaking Remus' hand as he rose from his seat. "It has been over a decade since I last saw you."

"Hello, Remus," Molly gave him a hug, and Harry almost laughed at Remus' pained expression. It looked like the woman could break ribs with her hugs.

"Well, I didn't think I would return to England," Remus said. "Are these all your kids? I remember meeting Percy and the twins."

"You haven't really met us," one of the twins responded. "The two of us were only toddlers at the time."

"We have grown more sophisticated and handsome since then," the other continued.

"But Percy is still the same."

"Still has a stick stuck up his butt."

"Maybe that was not a stick, dear brother."

"Too right. I recall him being rather constipated back then."

The oldest boy flushed with embarrassment, and the two youngest kids grinned, clearly used to their mischief.

"Fred, George, cut it out," Molly admonished them, before replying to Remus. "That's right. Ron and Ginny are my youngest children. Ron is going to Hogwarts this year, and Ginny next year. If that...?"

"Yes," Remus placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "This is Hadrian Potter, but you may call him Harry for short. We are here getting his school supplies with his grandmother."

"Hello, Harry," Molly said, looking like she wanted to reach out and hug him, but resisted the urge. "I was surprised to read about you in the newspaper, but I am glad you are alive. I am not surprised by Dumbledore's actions, however."

"No need to get into unpleasant topics, dear," Arthus said. "Harry, it's nice to see you are doing well. We owe so much to you and your grandmother."

"There's no need," Harry shrugged. "My grandmother helped you out of her own volition. It had nothing to do with me."

"I think, dear sir," one of the twins stepped forward and vigorously shook his hand. "He meant the whole stopping the Dork Lord thing."

"Yep, that is difficult to top."

"We must work hard to surpass his fame and be known as the Twins-that-Pranked."

"I think it would be called Infamy in our case, Fred."

"Do you think so, George?"

"You are acting like idiots," Percy sniffed, shaking Harry's hand. "Hello, Hadrian. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance."

"You too," Harry said, taken back by how formal he was, but took it in his stride.

"How's it going, Harry?" Ron asked easily. "Are you interested in Quidditch? Have you got your own broom yet?"

"No, and yes," Harry replied, and the boy looked as disappointed as Sirius was when Harry told him he was not interested in flying. In fairness, he hadn't seen anyone fly a broom before, so he didn't really have an informed opinion. Once he tries it, he may change his mind.

"This is Ginny," Molly said, pushing the girl forward. She was pretty, with long red hair, a dusting of freckles on her face, and dark brown eyes. She squeaked out a greeting, with her face averted as if he was offensive to look at.

"Um...?" Harry questioned.

"Never mind," Molly sighed. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, but we have to go. Arthur needs to return to the Ministry."

"I'd be glad to catch up with you sometime," Mr Weasley said.

"Anytime," Remus replied.

Harry said goodbye to the teenagers. Percy once again shook his hand pompously. Though he didn't want to cast aspersions too early, he looked like a brown noser who would suck up to those with power.

Five minutes later, the rest of the group returned from their trip down to their vaults. His grandmother presented him with the Heir ring. Harry put it on and inspected it curiously. It was a simple gold band with a circular head imprinted with the Potter's crest. A Hippogriff with its forelegs resting on a sword.

Sirius gave him the Heir ring for the Black family next. Funnily enough, the creature that represented the Black family looked a lot like Sirius' Animagus form. Underneath it was the words 'Toujours Pur'.

"Always pure," Sirius murmured. "My family interpreted it as if they needed to keep their bloodline pure, which led to some selective inbreeding. No wonder most of my family is crazy."

"How can I inherit the Black title?" Harry asked. "Don't I have to be closely related?"

Sirius ruffled his hair and replied, "You are in a way. Your parents allowed me to perform a partial blood adoption when I became your godfather. You have enough Black blood running through your veins that you are eligible to inherit. There was another with a more substantial claim, but I kicked him and his mother out of the family a few years ago."

"By god, I had forgotten that," Minerva said, looking stricken. "I hope having your blood in Harry's veins won't cause problems."

"What's the matter, Minnie?" Sirius asked.

"Hopefully nothing," Minerva said with a frown. "I need to discuss it with Charlus."

When they stepped outside, a huge crowd blocked the stairs leading to the bank. When they spotted Harry, they burst into cheers and began asking questions over each other, making Harry unable to understand a word they were saying.

The pair of guards looked at Harry accusingly for disturbing their peace, which Harry considered unfair. Being surrounded by people was the last thing he wanted.

"Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later," Sirius said philosophically.

"This is what we get for shopping with you, Harry," Astoria poked at him.

"Astoria," Sylvia scolded her, and the girl took refuge behind her father's back.

"Not my fault," Harry murmured, looking at the crowd with trepidation. At this moment, switching into Animagus form and slipping away was very tempting. However, it would probably only draw more attention. Look at Harry Potter, the only known magical Animagus.

"Enough," Minerva shouted, silencing the crowd instantly. Not even the Goblin's weapons garnered the same respect. "I am ashamed of you standing out here like some common mob. Miss Johnson, why are you standing in this crowd? I'm surprised by your behaviour."

"I am not with them," a dark-skinned teenage girl protested. "I was trying to get inside, and these people blocked me."

"Please clear the path for the customers," Minerva sighed. "Gringotts would not like it if you stopped them from doing business."

The goblin guards nodded at that statement.

"We want to know where Harry was all this time!" Someone shouted rudely.

"It's none of your business," Daniel Greengrass said sternly. "Now are you planning to leave, or do we have to get the Aurors involved?"

"I would like to know that as well," a red-headed woman with a monocle said from the back of the crowd.

"Madam Bones!" After recognising the woman, the crowd dispersed rather quickly.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't mind if he was approached by a few people, but that group was intense. Was he really that popular for supposedly stopping Voldemort? Something else must have happened. He didn't think that a mere baby could defeat one of the most powerful Dark Lords of recent times.

"Thanks for the help Amelia," Minerva said. "I confess I was tempted to summon my wand and transfigure all of them into pigs."

"I didn't hear that," Amelia said, walking up the steps. The woman had grey streaks in her hair and wrinkles around her eyes, but she didn't look older than his grandmother. Stress may be to blame, not her age. She had an air of authority about her, and he assumed that she was somebody of importance. The crowd had certainly been scared of her.

"Hello, Mr Potter," Madam Bones greeted him. "I am Madam Bones, the Director of Magical Law Enforcement."

"Hello. Good job getting rid of them so fast," Harry replied.

"My job has some perks," Madam Bones grinned, before turning to Minerva. "Arabella Figg has been interrogated. There will be charges filed against her for kidnapping, as well as using a prohibited object to manipulate a minor. She knew what she was doing on Dumbledore's orders was wrong. I imagine that she is going to stay in Azkaban for a long time."

Wait, Mrs Figg was arrested? When was he going to hear about this piece of information?

Minerva lamented, "I can't believe she would fall so far. Did she worship the man so much that she didn't see that what she was doing was wrong?"

"I always thought she was mad as a hatter," Sirius offered helpfully.

"When were you going to tell me about this?" Harry asked angrily.

"Don't you dare take that tone with me," Minerva said sternly. "I would have told you once she was formally charged with a crime. It just so happens I am finding out about her now."

Harry looked away in annoyance. He still should have known sooner. Did she not realise the impact Mrs Figg had on his life? "Why wasn't I called in to answer questions about her crimes? I know better than anyone else what she did."

"It was unnecessary," Madam Bones replied. "She folded pretty easily when we brought her into the interrogation room. The woman still thinks she did nothing wrong."

"How is the search for Dumbledore going?" Remus asked.

Madam Bones grimaced. "Unfortunately, with his Phoenix, he is able to move around freely without being noticed. There is no way to track the species' special method of traversal. I have the Aurors looking for him, but so far they haven't come up with anything."

"There must have been someone who tipped him off," Daniel said.

"We are investigating everyone who left the Ministry on the day we were planning to arrest him," Madam Bones responded. "Unfortunately, because it was so busy, it could have been almost anyone. Furthermore, there are other ways they could have communicated with him without being detected. Finding the culprit is dependent on luck."

"Well, we better get back to shopping," Minerva sighed. "Thank you for informing me about Arabella."

"No problem," Madam Bones waved goodbye and entered the bank.

"Can you please leave now?" one of the goblin guards growled. "We do not want another crowd gathering here."

When it happens again, you can stab them with your weapons," Harry grinned. 'I'll see that you are not punished. That would be a great way for me to use my influence.'

The group laughed, and Daphne smiled briefly.

The guard grinned, showing off a row of sharp teeth. "I may take you up on that offer next time."

The group started shopping for their supplies. They first stopped at Madam Malkins for their school robes, and his grandmother asked for the Potter's crest to be embroidered onto them. Next, they stopped at the Apothecary for their Potions supplies.

Daphne seemed to be in her element, leading Harry around to grab the right equipment and potion ingredients. He recalled that her family was in the business of supplying potion ingredients, so it was not surprising that she was knowledgeable about the subject.

Flourish and Blotts were next, and they retrieved the first-year books quickly, as Harry was being stared at by a group of young witches who giggled and batted their eyelashes at him. Instantly put off, he used Daphne as a shield to protect him from their gazes.

"Scared of a few girls, Potter?" Daphne smirked.

"They are scary when they are travelling in packs like that," Harry whined.

"Don't worry, I will protect you from the mean nasty girls."

"Do you include yourself in that statement, sister?" Astoria laughed. "Who will protect Harry from you?"

"Shut it," Daphne scowled.

They headed to Ollivanders to buy their wands next. Harry already had a legacy wand that suited him well enough, but he wanted one tailored to him.

The bell rang as they entered the store, but the wandmaker was nowhere to be seen. A thin layer of dust covered the entire area, which was filled with thousands of narrow boxes stacked to the ceiling, containing wands.

Harry almost jumped when the man appeared beside him from the shadows. What a creepy person.

Before Ollivander could speak, he found several wands pointing at him.

"Now let's get something straight," Sirius said threateningly. "We know about your friendship with Dumbledore. If you rush off and tell him anything about Harry, we will shove every last one of the wands in this store where the sun doesn't shine. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," Ollivander said. "Let it be said that I don't condone his actions. I would not have given him any information anyway, heedless of your threats. Now, who is going first?"

"Ladies first," Harry said to Daphne, and she stepped forward to get her wand.

After the girl tried several wands, she became frustrated quickly because it appeared that she was getting nowhere fast. He knew that she had a legacy wand as he did. He was unsure, however, as to what it was made of or whether it would have the same characteristics as a wand that was tuned to her.

Ollivander didn't show any impatience when it came to how long the process took, rather, he only became more enthusiastic as time went on. At one point, Daphne vanished a whole shelf, which sent dozens of boxes tumbling to the floor, but Ollivander fixed the shelve without comment as if it was a normal occurrence.

"Ten and three-quarter inches long, made of elm and containing a unicorn tail feather core. Rather rigid." Ollivander announced the next wand, handing her the wand.

Daphne waved it and a trail of green sparks emerged from it, and she smiled happily.

"I wish I was going to Hogwarts this year," Astoria complained. "I'm already eleven. Why does school start at thirteen? It's stupid."

"It will come soon enough," Sylvia said, pulling her into a hug. "Don't be in a rush to grow up."

A glint flashed in Olivander's eyes as he turned to Harry. Now it's your turn, Mr. Potter. What is your wand arm?"

"My right," Harry replied, and the tape measure floated up and measured his arm.

Ollivander took a few boxes down and Harry started trying out wands. The process took him a lot longer than Daphne's, and he wasn't as adept at hiding his frustration. After trying the fifty-fifth wand, he felt like tearing his hair out. It seemed Ollivander had an idea and stopped grabbing random boxes, looking for one in particular. He brought it down and opened it up, revealing a wand that was rather simplistic in design.

"I think this one may suit you," Ollivander said with excitement. "Eleven inches, made of holly and possessing a Phoenix feather core."

He reached for the wand in anticipation, but he wasn't prepared for what would happen. As soon as he waved it around, it exploded in his hands, sending sharp pieces of wood everywhere. He screamed in agony while his hand burned, but the pain subsided almost immediately as soothing warmth enveloped it. He felt like he was grasping something soft, so he looked down and noticed he was holding a gold-red feather.

"Harry!"

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Harry said to the worried onlookers. Upon lifting his hand, he noticed a faint symbol on his palm. How did this happen? He realized something when he looked at the feather. The symbol looked like an image of a Phoenix. Both his hands now had symbols, although this one was visible to others.

"Harry, what is that?" Minerva asked in concern.

"Not sure," Harry said, reaching out to touch the symbol. Something appeared out of nowhere above him in a blaze of fire.

Fawkes looked up as something caught his attention, an odd feeling welling up in him. When he looked around the room, he failed to find anything of interest. He had been ordered to stay put by Dumbledore once they reached the hideout. Boredom was driving him insane.

Being deprived of his freedom for so long was difficult for him since he loved to fly. The experience was even better than flame travel. He had come to hate the method of travel after Dumbledore used him as his own personal taxi to take him everywhere.

Fawkes chirped as he realized the collar around his neck was no longer effective. He had been ordered by Dumbledore to remain perched on the stand, but he was feeling less inclined to do so by the minute. Taking a chance, he hopped off the perch and onto the window sill, chirping excitedly, before realising Dumbledore was somewhere in the house and falling silent.

Impatiently, he waited until the feeling of restriction ceased completely, signalling the collar was no longer working.

Fawkes decided to escape while he still could. He flame travelled to the first person that popped into his mind.

Harry ducked instinctively when the fire appeared. A red and gold bird emerged, singing a joyful melody while flying around the small room.

"Stay away from him, Harry" Sirius barked. "That's Dumbledore's Phoenix."

The group moved to surround Harry while eyeing the Phoenix warily. It settled on one of the shelves and stared at Harry with intense scrutiny.

"What are you doing here, Fawkes?" Minerva asked. "Has Dumbledore asked you to come here to take Harry?"

He felt an intrusion in his mind, and he started, not knowing what was happening. It seemed there was a barrier between them, and the intruder kept knocking on it as if it were asking him to let him through. As he looked up at Fawkes, he realized it was the Phoenix. Strangely, he did not sense any ill intent in him. Somewhat hesitantly, he lowered the barrier based on some unknown instinct.

A series of images ran through his mind, and it took some time to realise that this was Fawke's way of communicating with him.

"What's wrong Harry?" Remus asked in panic as Harry closed his eyes.

"Quiet," Harry hissed. "I am trying to translate the images Fawkes is sending me."

All those watching were confused by that statement.

As Harry struggled to comprehend what Fawkes was saying, his brain quickly adapted. In order to bridge the gap the Phoenix was attempting to communicate, he made some huge leaps in logic. It felt as if his brain was rewired to work with Fawkes, which was disorienting at first. Eventually, he understood what was being communicated and opened his eyes. He extended an arm, and Fawkes flew down and grabbed it with his talons. Harry winced but did not complain.

"Would you like to explain what's going on?" Minerva asked in confusion.

"Not here," Harry shook his head. "I will explain later."

"Well, this is fascinating for sure," Ollivander said. "But you still need a wand. It's unlikely you'll find one among my creations, however."

"What happened to the wand?" Minerva asked sharply. "I have never seen a wand react like that to a wizard."

"I don't know either," Ollivander confessed, looking excited at the fact. "With wand lore, I am constantly reminded that what I know is far outweighed by what I don't know."

"Maybe we can go elsewhere for a new wand," Sylvia suggested.

"Do you have a legacy wand, Mr Potter?" Ollivander asked.

Harry prompted Fawkes to move so he could retrieve his wand from his holster. He passed it on to Ollivander, who inspected it closely.

"Does it work well for you?" Ollivander asked.

"I have no problems so far," Harry shrugged.

"I have a solution," Ollivander said. "Allow me to break this wand down so I can add another wand core to it. I am sure it will be an excellent match for you."

"An extra core?" Harry asked, before realising what he was talking about. "You mean the Phoenix feather?"

Ollivander nodded his head. "I'll need a couple of hours, so you'll have to come back to retrieve it."

"Then let's do that," Minerva said. "I will pick it up later."

As they left the store, they realized that having a Phoenix attached to Harry would draw even more attention. They hurried to the Leaky Cauldron and reserved a room from Tom. After entering and closing the door, they turned to Harry for an explanation.

"I don't know what happened for sure," Harry said. "When the wand exploded, I was marked with the symbol on my hand. There must be a connection between it and Fawkes since it seems to have directly affected him. He was being controlled by Dumbledore by wearing this collar around his neck. It's been neutralised, so it's now visible.

Fawkes chirped, sending Harry another image, and he interpreted it."I will remove it when we get home," he agreed.

"Can you communicate with him?" Daniel asked curiously. "That sounds like a familiar bond."

"I don't know if it is," Harry replied. "But it all connected somehow. Something about this symbol bonded me to Fawkes and allowed him to escape the collar's control."

"An exploding wand is dangerous," Sirius said. "They are known to perform some unpredictable magic. You are just lucky it had a beneficial effect on this occasion."

Harry looked at his companion with a grin. "Beneficial? That remains to be seen. It looks like we are stuck with each other for the foreseeable future."

Fawkes pecked his head in reproach, and Astoria giggled. "May I pet him?"

"It's up to him," Harry replied.

They all had turns petting Fawkes, who lapped up the attention. He could understand how free Fawkes felt after being controlled and manipulated for so long. It was something they had in common, although he was sure the Phoenix had it worse than he ever did.

"Do you still want to visit the guild?" Minerva asked as they got ready to leave.

"Of course," Harry replied. He was excited to see what the guild had to offer. Maybe he could learn some skills that would make building his workshop go faster.

So, what do you think? Next chapter, Harry visits the guild and continues to work on his workshop.

Thanks for reading.