My Time

Chapter 10

Swiftly everyone had their wands out, attempts were made to stop the cursed flames from encompassing the room entirely. Just as swiftly as the water met flame, it sizzled to steam, making it look as if the dragon was snorting flames adding to the smoke blooming within the room. It did not help that they were unable to keep their focus where it was needed, for the thick grey smoke choked their very breaths from them. Making it difficult to breathe. The cursed fire was so quick, so strong, that the blazing heat was scalding even without the flames licking at their skins.

"Don't aim for the core of the fire, it's where it's hottest, most indestructible," Hayden called out, unable to see anything from the smoke and steam from the centre of the room. Worried for Carina the most, this could very well burn out her magical core. It had very nearly done the same to the Goyle, it's what had caused him to fling the damn wand away the idiot. He could hear them all trying to figure out where the other were instead of focusing on the most important thing. "Orion, clearing charms, Arcturus grab Kellan and get him out of the room…Melania talk Carina down if you can, Sirius, Hesper get to the doorway…"

"All of you get to the doorway, we must vacate the premises immediately!" Arcturus declared, refuting all but his own of Hayden's orders. "Property can be replaced, people can't." using his foot to try and feel where Kellan was, until his son cleared away the smoke from his path, which was just filled right back up, but it gave him a view. He was able to lean down and grasp the unconscious wizard's arm and drag him out of the room, expecting his family to have followed his orders.

"Carina, sweetheart, that's very dangerous, you need to stop now," Melania continued to try and coax the witch into stopping her attack.

"Master…Lady…" the House-elves were beyond themselves, needing direction in the face of something they were not trained for. "Lord…"

"Quickly now! Get to children to safety! All of you, outside now!" Sirius barked, "AGUMENTI MAXIMA!" water almost to the point of freezing left Sirius' wand, but yet again, it sizzled away instead of drowsing the flames. And to Sirius everyone was a child except for his wife, naturally.

"Nothing else matters, do not come back for anything!" Hesper commanded of the House-elves who were staring wide eyed at the smoke billowing out of the dining room.

"He's not breathing, Arcturus!" Hesper said, quickly shocking his heart as her son cleared his lungs and within seconds Kellan's body arched up, waving her hand to dispel the smoke pluming into her face, the smell of burning wood, varnish, clothing and the breaking of glass was horrendous.

"Get out!" Arcturus demanded, "Now! I mean it Melania!" panic seizing his lungs, making him feel seconds away from having a panic attack. His face ashen, which had nothing to do with the smoke or the debris from it, "Mel! Where are you?" hands outstretched, the other clearing out the smoke in a continuous effort to see. "MEL!" terror in his voice "ANSWER ME!" he wouldn't, no, couldn't live without her. She was his life; he would rather die with her than live a day without her. "AGUMENTI MAXIMA!"

"Orion!" his voice pitching higher in his fright. Merlin, no, please, he couldn't lose both of them.

"I'm right here, Arc, I'm fine," her voice muffled by the bubble head charm she had up. Soaked from head to toe in water that her husband had just used to try and fight the flames leaving her utterly drenched and cold. The air was mostly clear in the bubble head charm since she'd cast it immediately after Orion had cleared up the smoke. "She's…gone." too much smoke, she'd inhaled too much smoke.

The sound of almighty thudding and crashing had them all flinching.

"Get out! The ceiling is caving in!" Sirius shouted, realizing what the sounds were as plaster and flooring and stuff from the above bedroom raining down into the room. The urge to run into the room and get his family out of there himself was strong, but the smoke…he couldn't see anything, could barely breathe.

Kellan groaned, blinking blearily, wondering what was going on, coughing and wheezing. His lungs felt like they were being liquified, heaving, and gagging, stomach bile and his breakfast coming up as he continued to gag, body shaking unable to make sense of anything.

Nobody wasted any time in getting out of the room, realizing that it was a useless endeavour. The castle was lost, they could not stop the cursed fire, even with the spell no longer active it was spreading so fast.

Orion grasped Hayden's arm, and urged him out of the room. Both of them covered in soot, and wet. The bubblehead charm still working, keeping him safe from smoke inhalation. Before they could get over the threshold, Hayden planted his feet and refused to move.

"Gurgitem abripuit!" Hayden cast, the Elder wand aimed into the middle of the burning room. A whirlpool blasted out of the wand, with such force that it had them all blasted out of the room anyway, the water was whirling with so much force that the very air was becoming hard to get.

Hayden focused on forcing the whirlpool further up, so that it got the fire dragon up on the next level. He felt four strands of magic joining his, as Orion, Melania, Arcturus and Sirius, joined in Hayden's efforts. Hesper meanwhile spelled them so that they weren't yanked up by the whirlpool like everything else in the room. Sticking their feet to the ground, with a sticking charm.

The whirlpool was lifting stuff up from the room above, adding it to the mass of items already being twisted and ruined.

"Who's rooms up there?" Hayden asked with breathless exhilaration. Green eyes gleaming as magic exuded from him. Noticing that one strand of magic slowly removed itself from the power house that was a whirlpool. Noticing that Sirius was slumped against the wall, the problem was if you didn't keep yourself magically active, your output reserves got smaller, but more you use the greater the reserves you have ultimately for things like this.

Orion glanced at Hayden gaping a little, was he actually enjoying this?

"Carina! CARINA!" Kellan was scrambling to get to the witch on the floor, Hayden's magic was the only thing keeping her there, stopping her body from being torn to bits or imbedded inside a whirlwind of debris. "NO CARINA!"

Hayden swallowed thickly, eyes blinking not just tears of sadness, but the smoke was irritating them. He wasn't the only one, everyone except Orion and Melania had tear tracks on their face as their eyes tried to get rid of the irritants.

Arcturus bodily grasped a hold of Kellan, his magic removed as well, as e removed the charm on his feet as he forced the man out of the room again. Crouching down on his knees, utterly devastate, but firmly holding Kellan to stop him being hurt further. There was nothing they could do for Carina.

"GET OFF ME!" he snarled, trying to get to her, "LET ME SAVE HER!" in denial that she was gone, he looked so happy, so peaceful in that little bubble. Untouched by the damage done to the room.

"I'm sorry, she's gone…she's…she's…gone," Arcturus said, devastation coating his voice and eyes. There was a time and place for a 'Slytherin mask' as it was so often called, but to the pureblood's it was just decorum, and this wasn't it. He couldn't have been impassive if he tried. He stared around the room in utter devastation, in time to see Hayden raise the whirlpool one last time before he slammed his wand hand down on the floor.

The whirlpool reacted immediately, flaring out and then downwards in a blast of magic that had what was left of the windows and the outer wall crumbling. The only reason they were still in the same spot and unhurt was shield charms – Peverell currently had up – and the charm Hesper had put on their feet earlier.

Arcturus – who still had a grip of Kellan – suddenly understood why this child had been shielded, at the very least until he could protect himself. He could only imagine the power house he would be should he have been raised in the magical world as he should. He had received the family magicks he was just as powerful as the rest of the Peverell's were known to be. Coming from him, a Black, who was extraordinary powerful spoke volumes.

Anyone will lesser power, or worse Muggles would have been terrified of him. No matter how understanding they were, they would have still been scared beyond belief. For a brief moment he couldn't help but wonder just what sort of life the boy had growing up. Allowed to do whatever he wanted because of how afraid they were? He had heard that Muggles lashed out against things they didn't understand and or were afraid of. It was a barbaric thought which was quickly dismissed.

"Oof!" Hayden's body jerked forward, entirely forgetting about the charm on his feet, which caused him to balk a bit but his hands managed to prevent a full-on flail, although he didn't try to move, a little bit dizzy he had inhaled a lot of smoke.

Swallowing thickly, he knelt before Carina's body, gently closing her eyes. Whispering "Go your way to the land of the Ancestors, where they wait for you with open arms, there on the edge between this world and the next. See; there they stand. Ancestral spirits, welcome Carina to the place where we all must go. May she know peace in the next life that she couldn't in this one. Hecate, goddess above, help her soul and spirit find peace, so mote it be."

Guilt churning in his stomach, if only he hadn't gotten distracted by Orion, he might have noticed her taking the wand…he'd known something was coming…if only he'd reacted quicker…something, she wouldn't have died. "I'm sorry I couldn't save her." he managed to get out without choking.

The fact he had saved the lives of Sirius and Hesper Black…who would have died alongside Kellan and Carina didn't matter. One death was still one death too many, and Hayden hated that he'd let himself down.

It wasn't easy to change the past, which made him wonder…if there was any changing Tom Riddle.

"You did what you could." Sirius said quietly, tears in his eyes as he joined Hayden on the floor, grief pouring off him as he too whispered the words of prayer. The damage done to the castle didn't seem to bother him the least.

"The Aurors are here, grandfather," Orion murmured quietly, his grandmother had called them, they had to. There had been a death in the family, as accidental as it was. As Black Castle was his home, he was host, despite his father being Lord, it was Sirius' position to see to it.

Another wad of brick and debris moved causing another clattering, making them aware of just how unstable the area was.

"She's passed on, she didn't linger, and she didn't suffer," Hayden said without conscious thought, offering them whatever comfort he could.

Everyone within hearing distance glanced at Hayden, curious and cautious looks on their faces. Almost wanting to open their mouths and ask, but in the end electing not to do so. They weren't sure they wanted to know. What kind of burden was that for a child to bear? To see the dead? Everyone knew the Peverell's magic was deeply seated in Necromancy.

"Do you need a pepper-up draught?" Orion asked Hayden, as he approached, noticing how badly off he was, a Pepper-up draught would wake him a little more, give him a boost both physically, mentally and magically. "A coffee? I'm afraid we might be here for quite a while…" trailing off, definitely not the day he'd had planned. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if Hayden didn't want anything to do with him after this mishap.

Hayden shook his head, tiredly, "The House-elves have enough to do," it was true, they were suddenly singularly responsible for all the children that were still there while the adults hovered in the entrance hall.

"That's what they're there for," Orion pointed out. "Plus, I can call my parents personal House-elves it doesn't have to be my grandparents." He really did look awful, and he wanted to help take care of him. The urge was so strong it nearly bowled him over. The fact he looked baffled as to why he was asking did not help him at all.

"Come on, sit down," Orion stated firmly, guiding Hayden away, leading him towards the sitting room, the further they went, the easier it was to breathe. He got him seated down, the soft sigh he heard speaking of a great deal of unspoken gratitude. "I'll be back in a moment,"

Hayden wasn't alone for long, before members of the family began to trickle into the room. He vaguely heard Dorea say to one of them that she'd go and inform the rest of the family before they heard it from the grapevine or worse, newspapers. She must have been referring to the rest who had left earlier before they got up.

That was the last thing Hayden remembered until someone insistently called his name.

Jerking awake, heart pounding, already grasping blindly for his wand before Orion's features swam in front of his face. A hand was place on his arm, preventing him from actually reaching his wand. "The Aurors' need to talk to you," he said apologetically, before letting him go once he saw that Hayden was awake and aware again.

"Wha…" Hayden sat up, blinking, the room held only Orion, his parents and grandparents as well as the aforementioned Aurors. He noticed right away that one of the Aurors was definitely in some way related to Alastor Moody. Or would be? Will be? his features became impassive, as he unconsciously straightened, not desiring anyone to see him even remotely vulnerable. "How long was I…" better yet, how had he remained asleep? Bloody hell, he'd slept through people coming and going including strangers in his personal space? He was wary to the bone.

"An hour and a half," Orion explained, handing over the still warm cup of coffee he had left for and found Hayden asleep upon his return. He had refused to wake him, or allow anyone else to do so. He looked much improved after that short nap.

"Thank you," Hayden said giving Orion a small smile in thanks, turning back to face the Aurors his face once more impassive. He knew that the Aurors would gossip about him, about his name, about what happened here despite the fact they shouldn't.

"Name please?" the Auror asked.

Hayden arched a brow, "If you don't know it, I will seriously question your ability as an Auror." There was no way the Black's hadn't mentioned him, he was sure of it.

"For the purpose of the interview I need to know your name," the Auror didn't even twitch the slightest at Hayden's sassiness.

Sighing softly, he drank from the goblet, then spoke, "Lord Hayden Peverell," they immediately looked at his fingers, expecting a Lordship ring, which he didn't have yet, naturally. He would need to have one fashioned for him, the Gaunt family (or Tom rather) had the only surviving Peverell ring.

They were wise enough to say anything, or imply anything.

"I'm eighteen-years-old, my parents aren't alive, anything else you need to know?" Hayden added in rapid succession.

"Care to tell us what happened this morning?" the Aurors actually respected Hayden's rather frank attitude. They got the sense he wasn't being rude, but tired, wished to leave and get some rest perhaps?

"I heard the clock going off, woke up, woke Orion, collected a book from the library…please tell me the library isn't above the dining room! Or the portrait room!"

Sirius laughed; it sounded a little saddened but not as despairing as he'd sounded earlier. "No, but I'm afraid Walburga has regretfully had to return home minus her favourite clothing and some jewellery." His arms were around his wife, keeping her close after the fright they'd had.

Hayden winced, "I'm sure that went over well," surprised he hadn't been woken with her shrieking.

Orion snorted, it looked like Hayden had her character down to pat after just one meeting. Not that it took much, Walburga was a singularly unpleasant witch. "Father had to promise to replace it all," he told him bluntly, rolling his eyes, at his own expense, it wouldn't come out of Walburga's trust vault.

Hayden's eyes darkened, shaking his head, "I suppose she's still a kid in many ways…" he trailed off, grimacing, clearly not approving of her demeanour when a member of the family had died. None of them approved, but they all grieve in different ways, reacted in different ways.

"She is, yes," Sirius murmured, he was trying to tell himself that too, but he honestly did not want to see Walburga again any time soon. Her reactions to everything had been disappointing. This was going to be the next Lady Black, if his son's wife had reacted like that at fifteen nearly sixteen? He would have broken the betrothal between them and demanded a more suitable bride. Someone fit to run the Black estate. "You and I need to have a talk," he told his son grimly.

Arcturus didn't seem the slightest bit surprised, instead he merely nodded his head. Clutching his wife close to him, just as tightly as his father held his mother. They had received a massive fright today, and it wasn't going to be something easily forgotten. He'd thought he'd lost his wife and son today, Merlin, he was glad his daughter hadn't been there, she usually sat next to Carina. Fortunately, his daughter worked, and she'd left at five am to begin her shift at St. Mungo's.

"Can you tell me what happened leading up to the incident?" the Auror requested, getting the wizard to focus back on what was important.

"Orion and I were talking, before I knew it the dining room was on fire, we worked together to put it out. Which we succeeded in doing." Hayden explained, giving nothing more than he had to, he wasn't sure whether the Black's had explained about Carina or not. "But not before…it had claimed a victim. I…we weren't able to save her."

"I believe you've now spoken to everyone," Sirius declared, standing up, making it clear that their presence was now becoming intrusive. "I ask that you grant us the privacy to grieve."

One of the Aurors opened his mouth to protest, they hadn't gotten the entire statement. The Auror that reminded Hayden of Moody answered, "Of course, Sir, thank you for your time, and we're sorry for your loss."

"Thank you," Sirius declared, "Allow me to show you out," with that Sirius left with the two Aurors. Carina's body had already been taken to the Ministry; it was a straight forward case. An accidental death.

"I should…probably leave," Hayden said to the silent room, he was an intruder in their grief, and they wouldn't grieve with someone, a stranger, there with them.

"Don't feel the need to rush off on our account," Arcturus replied, "We owe you," they would have never made an attempt to try to stop the fire. Well, perhaps they would have, but not before getting everyone else out of the castle then attempting it, but buy then there was little doubt that half the castle would have been encompassed in flames and unsalvageable.

"You really don't," Hayden shook his head, lying through his teeth, the castle would have been destroyed. "You would have got it out, but if you're determined to think so, consider us even."

"Blasting Aurors, nosy beyond belief," Sirius grumbled, but it lacked heat, as he wandered back in. Inwardly disappointed, to have a Peverell in their debt would have been a wonderous thing. Still, perhaps being allies is better than being owed a life debt.

"They're just doing their job, they have people to answer to as well," Hayden sighed rubbing his temples. He really should head out, he felt so very awkward at this moment. He'd been around death so long, but he'd never been able to stand being close to people grieving. He couldn't even bring himself to stick around for the Weasley's when they grieved for their fallen son.

"I think you should both move in with us while the castle gets repaired," Melania told her in-laws. There was enough room for them, they had three guest bedrooms, not enough to host the entire family.

"I really should get going, I have a lot to do," Hayden replied, "I am so sorry for your loss." It was a genuine sentiment, one he understood intimately, he had lost everyone he ever loved over the past eighteen years of his life. including his two best friends, maybe not to death…but to time itself. He would miss them very much, but it wasn't enough for him to give up this new life he wanted to build for himself.

"Thank you," Sirius was the one to reply, "And please, don't blame yourself for what happened here today. It's our fault for being so lax." They should have all been keeping a better eye on Carina. He could see that Hayden was blaming himself, considering how happy Orion had been yesterday, he hoped it didn't spell the end of their budding friendship. Orion had laughed more than once yesterday; his grandson had been happy. He hadn't seen him happy in so long.

"How is Kellan?" he asked, recalling the wizard's attempts to get to Carina. He hadn't cared about his own safety; first instinct should be to flee from danger but he wanted to go towards it.

"He'll be fine," Hesper said quietly, doubting her own words, "He's at St. Mungo's to deal with the concussion and shock." There's no doubt he'll be released tonight or tomorrow morning. She would ensure her son gave him the property he had been living in with Carina for the past ten years. A severance package too, so he would be fine until he found a new job. He probably didn't need a severance package, they had paid him a lot of money over the years for top notch care of Carina, aware of what he was missing out on by being a carer day and night.

Carina couldn't be left on her own even for half an hour.

Hayden nodded quietly, he'd cared very much for his charge, perhaps even loved her within his professional capacity. Not very professional growing fond of your charges, but sometimes it was inevitable, spend every day with someone for years…you're damn right some sort of fondness will be result of that.

"Thank you for your hospitality," Hayden stood, "I very much enjoyed my time here." It was true he had enjoyed it, even towards the end, he missed being able to use his magic like that. He hadn't done that since the war ended.

"I'm glad you enjoyed your stay," Sirius told him with a pride glint in his eye, "Don't be a stranger." Letting him know that he was welcome in the Black family.

"You're always welcome by the Black family," Arcturus added, as the Head of the Black family it meant more coming from him.

Hayden smiled, touched and genuinely pleased to hear that. Purebloods didn't say anything they didn't mean in private settings. If he hadn't been welcome back then they would have seen him out much in the way of pleasantries, just enough not to seem rude.

Pureblood politics, so different from all he knew but a world he would need to immerse himself in now. If he wanted to make a difference…he would need to become one of them.

There was nothing he wanted more than to prevent the future he had been part of.

He would do this; he would change the world. how often could someone say they got the chance to do that?

"I'll show you out," Orion finally spoke, slightly subdued.

"Thank you," Hayden said, trying to smile but it came out more of a grimace. "I know this is a stupid question…but are you okay?"

Orion's features were impassive, "I'm fine," his masks fully up.

Hayden nodded, "We're always fine, right?" he said wryly, causing Orion to huff a little in amusement, and Hayden considered that a little win.

They were silent the rest of the way to the entrance hall, it seemed disrespectful to chat away like normal after a loss. The doors were open, letting in the fresh air the stench of burnt wood and metal was overwhelming even with the door shut, and probably locked up tightly.

Further silent still, as they stepped down into the weak winter sun. Shivering at the cold, both automatically casting warming charms upon their clothes. Neither knowing what to say to start a conversation…or whether it would be welcomed.

However, once they reached the bottom of the garden, twenty minutes later Orion asked one of the most important questions on his mind. The thought of it being a 'no' was not only daunting but disheartening. He'd have no excuse to spend time with him…if it was something he even wanted.

"Do you still wish to continue the project?" Orion aske Hayden, an inscrutable look on his face as they stood at the gates. He wouldn't blame Hayden if he didn't, Merlin, that incident could have been so much worse. What if they had still been in bed? What if he lost his parents and grandparents? What if they had died themselves? You couldn't Apparate in and out of the castle, it had anti-Apparation wards up. It could have ended very badly indeed. Not exactly the good impression he'd desired to make.

Hayden startled at the question, having not expected it at all. Blinking owlishly at Orion, his gaze darting to the castle before back to his face. Cocking his head to the side, trying to figure Orion out. He doubted Orion blamed himself for what happened, so it was the incident itself causing what? Doubts that they would remain friends? If that was the case…he was very surprised, surely Orion had a lot of friends?

A small fond smile spread across Hayden's face, "The project will continue, yes, and you'll be doing your part."

Orion felt something uncoil in his chest, as he felt like he could breathe for the first time since all this happened. That smile…he would do anything to see it again, it made his eyes twinkle brightly, and he looked years younger. Which he wasn't sure how it was possible, he was only eighteen, but he was uncommonly serious, and it wasn't like a 'mask' they portrayed to the world…it was almost like it was Hayden's normal demeanour. "Of course," he agreed, refraining from grinning like a loon, it wasn't very proper.

"Good," Hayden declared, happy that things were for the most part back on track.

"I'll owl you later today, arrange to meet up, I'll dig out the books you'll need," Orion promised, "Either that or we can go to the bookstore and I can see about getting you your own copies? Although, I'm not sure how many you'll get from the store, they aren't exactly well known or published." They cherished knowledge and kept it within the family.

"Spend time with your family first," Hayden said softly, "The books can wait, plus, I have exams to pass, so I'll probably be reading those first. What I've learned might be vastly different from OWL and NEWT questions." He hoped not, but things had surely changed in over six decades. There was no way he was going to do both, so prioritise it was.

Orion leaned against the pillars, "I still have my school books, all of them, you're welcome to peruse them. Naturally, they're geared towards OWL and NEWT exams." It's true enough, he had every single book he'd bought, grades 1-7 of each subject and more, naturally. He'd use every excuse he could come up with in order to spend time with Hayden, as if the project wasn't enough. Which in his view, it most certainly wasn't. The project wouldn't last forever after all.

Hooting caught their attention, as a hawk made its way towards them.

"Gringotts use Hawks to deliver mail, they're fast and taught to guard their post with a zealot's passion." Orion explained, as Hayden moved to collect his mail.

"Interesting," Hayden murmured, it certainly wasn't the case in the future, well, actually, he didn't know that for certain. He had never received anything from Gringotts, no it had all gone to his 'magical guardian' which meant Dumbledore. His estate had ended up in limbo until he came of age when Dumbledore died, and with the war he hadn't received anything. He made no attempt to pet it, merely removed his mail and thanked the hawk.

The hawk merely screeched huffily before swooping off.

Hayden laughed at the reply, ruefully shaking his head.

"What did it say?" Orion asked, recalling Phineas' words about Peverell's being able to understand animals.

"Oh, he just said 'you're welcome' kind of snooty actually," Hayden grinned, his post got bigger and became a folder as soon as he touched it. "Ah, this is going to take forever," there were dozens and dozens of pages, clearly, they had gone to every single one of his properties, there were pictures included.

"I can only imagine," Orion said nodding sagely, "I know how difficult it actually is to run an estate that's already up and running. If you ever have any questions or need help, you know my father and myself will help where we can." Not expecting any help to be asked for. Most people wouldn't want it to be known just how much money they had or their entire estate's worth including properties it was jut the way it was.

Hayden just smiled grimly, the last thing he'd be doing was asking the Black family questions. Not because he didn't trust them or want that help, but they'd just lost a member of their family. Arcturus had a funeral to arrange, and that was such a burden to bear enough as it was, or maybe not…it depended on whether he hired someone to do it for him. "I will," he did not in fact, intend to. "I'll be at the Leaky Cauldron for now, room eleven, I'll owl you when I leave."

Theoretically he could re-create the mirrors…after all, it was so much faster than owl, better than Floo and well, one can't just Apparate anywhere they pleased.

Orion nodded, pleased.

With that Hayden Apparated away.

Orion turned and wandered back home, still shaken by what had happened. Keeping his emotions all locked up inside, he was supposed to be strong after all. You couldn't run an estate and lead the Black family showing weakness.

One day Hayden will teach Orion that it was alright, but for now…he would endure.

Once he was back inside, there was a lot of speculation from his relatives that put his fright to one side, as genuine curiosity got the better of him.

After all, why and how did Hayden have Albus Dumbledore's wand, a wand won in battle no less?

A/n – Harry using spells/potions and charms from the future, Yes or No? Overdone? Or do you like it? I've only had it happening in LOT and I don't mind doing it here but I'm not sure if its something popular in all other time-travel stories…so you guys might be getting a little sick of it…will Tom and Hayden tolerate one another? Or will we see them getting on much to Orion's jealousy? I don't normally bother with things like that...I'm usually a more straightforward writer :) as for Hayden meeting Fleamont just how do you think that meeting will go? so many characters...so much to do...so little time :P ;) hehe R&R please