Saturday, June 14
"Thanks, Mavis," Harry said quietly when Mavis levitated a stack of appetizers and treats to the giant table that Tonks and Charlie set up in the back garden for the meeting.
Mavis didn't say anything, he just gave Harry a smile that stretched clear across his face before popping back to the house. They hadn't talked much- Harry had to ask Blippy to tell Mavis that he wasn't mad at him, and Mavis had been hesitant in coming around Harry since then, seemingly nervous that Harry was going to give him clothes after all.
Progress was progress though, Harry supposed.
"Help yourselves," Harry said, gesturing to the food. He watched everyone grab a drink and some food while he sat back heavily in his chair. Not only did Harry not want to eat, but he was so damn tired that he just wanted to get the meeting over with and go to sleep.
Ever since the Contessa and Viktor arrived yesterday morning, Harry and the Contessa had been hunting for Greyback.
They only got back this morning, in utter defeat, in time for breakfast. The Contessa had an entire list of properties owned by any and all known death eater, and they'd checked almost every single one (even checking the two destroyed manors) and didn't find a single death eater or the werewolf they wanted.
The Contessa had kissed Harry's cheek after they got back and told him that she was going to skip the meeting so that she could go locate a potion to help them find Greyback and sleep.
'You do not need my assistance, my Meraviglia, you lead your troops and I will find our target, yes?'
And now Harry had to decide what to do with said troops.
He sent a calculating look around the table and took stock of everyone and their individual assets as he did.
Sirius and Remus (Harry forced himself to call him Remus so that he wasn't as predictable with his speech as his friends claimed he was)- both still had an in with the Order and the werewolves. Sirius also had an in at Hogwarts that neither Harry nor Sev had anymore.
Lucius and Narcissa- a bit useless, really. Lucius wasn't a spy anymore, and Narcissa had never really had a lot of uses, but they were family and they would do whatever Harry asked of them which was a bit of a use in itself.
Also, Harry probably would have broken a lot quicker and a lot more permanently than he did when he was in Azkaban if it weren't for Lucius, so Lucius may not be useful at the moment, but he had proven himself tenfold before then.
Bill, Fleur, and Viktor- all powerful in their own right. They each had a lot of good international connections, but nothing that really helped Harry's cause at the moment.
Johnny and Tonks- deadly and dead useful to have in any active fights, he just wasn't sure what to do with them outside of that though.
Blue Ritters- who Harry admittedly didn't know much about, but who was one of his only people employed in the ministry still.
Fred and George- both out of school, both skilled, both on the sidelines until Harry found something useful and safe for them to do.
Sev- whose usefulness didn't even need to be categorized.
And all of Harry's friends.
Skilled, talented in different areas, but young and vulnerable.
Harry cleared his throat and caught everyone's attention. "Sirius first," he nodded to his godfather, "What's new with the Order and Hogwarts?"
Sirius wiped his hands and his face turned solemn. "Kingsley is heading the Order while priorities are split. Half of them want to start an assault on Vold- Timmy," Sirius rolled his eyes at Harry, "and the other half want to look for Albus."
Remus shifted a little uncomfortably and shrugged at Harry. "'Moody believes Albus is dead, and he's the one who wants to focus on V- Timmy."
"The paper said that Dumbledore ran away," Susan said sweetly, fluttering her thick lashes at Remus. "He was too scared to face his past."
Harry waved his hand, "He's dead," he said bluntly. "But that doesn't leave this yard."
A few people, like Viktor and Ritters, looked truly shocked. A few people, like Snape and Tonks, looked really pissed at Harry's easy admission. But everyone else was wholly unsurprised.
Blaise did lean across the table and raise his brows at Ron. "You owe me fifteen galleons."
Ron was sighing heavily and counting out the gold while Harry and Sev were in a stare-off.
Harry didn't need legilimency to tell him that Sev was thinking 'you fucking idiot'.
He tried to say 'who cares? They can't tell anyone anyway' right back.
Their stare-off was interrupted by Narcissa.
"Well," she was smiling brightly, "I certainly believe that calls for a celebration of sorts!"
"Susan has a banner we can use," Luna smiled shyly at Narcissa and received a warm smile back from the older witch.
"Wonderful!" Narcissa cried. "A party tonight then, you're all invited!"
Harry was going to be fucking pissed if anyone had a damn party with a banner when he died.
"You killed your Headmaster?" Viktor asked Harry slowly. "Vy vould you do that?"
"Politics," Fleur assured Viktor, patting his arm softly. "Dumblydoor was not a good man."
Viktor still looked skeptical, but Harry was ready to move on.
Harry watched Sev and waited to see if he wanted to argue over Harry kind of admitting to Dumbledore's death. Sev just seemed resigned as he lifted his eyes to the sky though. Harry took that as annoyed permission to continue, so he did.
"What else, Sirius?" he asked, glossing over the details of Dumbledore's death.
"Minnie's been named Headmistress oh Hogwarts, barely," he said. "It was a close vote."
"Who were the other candidates?" Lucius, who was no longer on the board on account of being an escaped death eater inmate, asked.
"Amycus Carrow," Sirius spat, his handsome face twisting in dislike.
The name sounded vaguely familiar. Harry glanced at Susan, who usually kept track of names so Harry didn't have to.
"Flora and Hestia's father," she told him, immediately interpreting Harry's look as he suspected only she was able to do.
And since that didn't tell Harry anything, he looked toward Neville on the other side of the table.
Neville always had gossip.
"Twin witches in Slytherin, I think they were in Fred's year," he said.
"They were," Fred confirmed. "You dueled them once, darlin, in your fourth year. One of them called you the 'm word' and you cut her hand open and then she spit at you and you laughed and cursed her until the prefect called it."
Harry wasn't the only one caught by surprise by Fred's immediate recall of a duel that Harry mostly forgot about.
"Why- how- what?" Bill was gaping at his younger brother. "Why the hell do you know that right off the top of your head?"
George grinned and looked up at the sky while Fred explained.
"For starters, I was there," Fred grinned at Harry then winked at Sev. "Also, I started planning my proposal speech that night, didn't I?"
"'Dear Harry, you're so scary, won't you be mine?'" Draco and Ron laughed at Draco's dumb poem.
Harry didn't laugh though, he just smirked at Fred. It was flattering that Fred found Harry his most attractive when he was fighting; it made sense, that was when Harry felt the most alive too.
He'd have to ask someone at some point if feeling the most alive while fighting for his life was ironic or karmic since he now had to fight for everyone else's lives and accept his own death at the end.
A question for another day, probably.
Harry tapped the table with his finger, nothing loud, but loud enough to get the conversation back on track. "I thought only current professors could be made headmaster?" It was a general question, but Harry looked to Sev to answer.
"Correct," Sev said with a nod. He turned his piercing eyes on Sirius, "Who did Amycus replace?"
"Charity," Sirius said with a frown. "Nobody's heard from her since the last day of term. She never made it to her family in Inverness."
"Dead then," Sev said bluntly, unemotional and factual despite the brief flash of grief in his eyes. "The board hired a death eater to fulfill Muggle Studies?"
Hermione made a noise of disgust. "I'm guessing muggle studies is about to be a lot more biased now," she said with a scowl.
Remus nodded in agreement and Sirius curled his lip up in disgust.
"I think we all know that Amycus is only going to talk about how dirty and dangerous muggles are," Sirius sneered coolly.
As if the fact a death eater said it meant that it wasn't true.
Harry didn't comment on it though, he didn't much want a death eater at Hogwarts with his friends anyway. Which brought him to his next point.
"Who all's returning this year?" he asked the side of the table where his friends were lined up.
Nobody raised their hand, causing Harry's upper lip to twitch in amusement just a little.
"Ron, Mum will not let you drop out," Charlie said knowingly.
"I'm seventeen," Ron said. He stuck his chin out as stubbornly now as he did the day he was eleven and volunteered as Harry's second in a duel. "She can't stop me. If Harry's not going back, neither am I."
"Some of you have to," Harry said, hating that he meant it. "I need people there getting others ready for whatever's coming."
"You're going to ask students to fight for you?" Ritters asked hesitantly, his entire body language radiating disapproval.
Harry arched a supremely reproachful brow right back at him. "I'm asking them to fight for themselves, aren't I? I'm not making a fuckin army, or putting them in the gang, I'm keeping them from being cut down like muggles when Timmy and his followers come calling."
Which was partially true. If Timmy tried to take Hogwarts, Harry wanted as many students prepared to fight against him as he could get. Students, Harry was beginning to see, were much more useful than aurors in most cases. Less worries about the law, more pure fight or flight.
Another part involved the horcruxes. The less people that knew about them, the less people involved in searching for them, the safer it would be to look for the missing tiara and obtain the cup.
The other part was that Harry had a lot of plans. Dangerous plans. And the less people in his house, volunteering to go with him, the better.
Harry planned on dying at the end of this- but he planned on keeping every single one of the gang members alive. His life for theirs, in a way.
Neville looked thoughtful as his hazel eyes met Harry's. "You need someone on the inside to train students? Help keep them safe?"
"I need people who will fight against the death eaters trained," Harry stressed. No need to train the ones who would happily take the tattoo. "And, yeah, if Timmy's got an inside man then I'd like one as well."
"Then I'll do it," Neville said calmly; always calm in a crisis, it was the first thing Harry liked about him.
Harry looked at the others, trying to mentally decide who could be convinced and who couldn't. Susan couldn't, he wouldn't bother trying. Hermione couldn't, she was due at the end of September. Theo couldn't, he wouldn't go if Hermione and his daughter were here. Harry didn't want Luna to go, Luna had no parents to force her to go, which meant Draco probably wouldn't go.
Which left Blaise and Ron because Harry wouldn't send Neville in a potential battlefield alone.
Harry hated to do it, but he looked toward Blaise and raised a brow in a silent question to his friend.
Blaise smirked and shook his head. "No can do, Potter. If you're here, I'm here."
Harry tilted his head and tried to think of something to offer Blaise. "Dating pool's a bit slim here," he shrugged. "Wouldn't you rather go to Hogwarts? Help Neville? Get your NEWTS?"
Susan coughed quietly from Harry's right hand side, but Blaise laughed outright.
"Did you truly start by appealing to my hormones?" he said, his brows raised high and his scar twisted by the sardonic smile on his face. "I am staying, Potter. There's a lovely blonde at Moon Lodge more than willing to entertain me while I'm here."
Remus stiffened and narrowed his eyes at Blaise, but Harry was mostly relieved that Blaise had been at Moon Lodge after his attack shagging someone instead of avoiding Harry and blaming him for his scars.
Lucius cleared his throat quietly from the far end of the table. "Draco will be returning."
Harry waited with as much patience as he was able as an argument broke out between Draco and his parents.
Draco didn't want to go. He wanted to stay here and help.
Lucius said he needed to go. He made himself a bigger target by disappearing.
Draco didn't care.
Narcissa didn't want Draco in the middle of any potential fights that Harry planned.
Luna said that was precisely why they needed to stay.
Sev, Luna's legal guardian, glanced at Harry quickly, and Harry narrowed his eyes.
Sev wisely said nothing.
The three Malfoy's bickered until Harry's headache throbbed and he ran out of patience.
"How old are you?" he snapped at Draco.
"I'll be seventeen in December," Draco sniffed. He gave George a haughty look when he made a noise of disbelief, "I was an early acceptance."
"More like a bribe," Theo murmured to Harry from his left-hand side.
Harry nodded in absent agreement with his brother. "Dray, you're going. Stick with Neville, watch each other's back, yeah? Keep your coins on you and get our people ready."
Draco looked slightly mollified by Harry giving him a special mission of his own, but he still looked pleadingly at Luna. "Luna?"
Luna closed her eyes for a long moment then shook her head. "I'm staying," she told Draco softly after opening her eyes back up. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it on top of the table. "Harry's going to need me, you know that."
To Draco's credit, he didn't get jealous, as he would have only a couple of years ago when he thought Harry was interested in Luna. He just swallowed hard and nodded.
Harry would have assured him that nothing would happen to Luna while she was with him, but Draco had to already know that by now.
Instead, Draco clutched Luna's hand tightly and turned to Ron. "Ron?"
Harry tried, he really tried, not to smirk, but Ron's stubborn look of 'I'm staying here' was already shifting. Ron might have turned his back on Harry once for a brief time, but he had been steadfast friends with Draco since their first night at Hogwarts.
They schemed together. They ran betting pools together. They always partnered in poker. They flew together.
If anyone at the table was as important as his brothers were to Ron, it was Draco. And Harry didn't need Susan to point it out to him.
Harry tapped the table with his finger again and tilted his head at Ron with a small grin. "Slytherin will need their quidditch captain."
Bill smirked at Harry and nodded in approval as Ron's stubborn look melted.
"I… er…" Ron looked uncertainly at Harry. "Is Hogwarts where you want me, mate? I'll do what you think is best."
Harry gave Ron his best attempt at a smile, appreciation for him asking him his advice. "Hogwarts, with Draco, Neville, Blaise, and Sirius."
Blaise muttered how he was not going, but Harry figured that between the Contessa and himself, they'd convince Blaise.
Sirius crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "I'm resigning," he said. "I'm staying here and doing whatever needs done."
"You have to go back," Harry told him flatly. "I'm not arguing about it. I'm not asking. I'm telling you. You joined the gang and agreed to play your parts- those kids need protected and you're doing it."
Sirius looked surprised at Harry's dispassionate and commanding order. He didn't look unhappy, just surprised. He looked over at Remus, but Remus was smiling at Harry gently, a spark of approval in his amber eyes.
Which made Harry want to roll his own eyes.
He didn't need anyones approval. He thought about what was best for the school, what was best for his gang, and some of the decisions had been easy.
People who stayed with Harry were immediate targets.
People who left lost Harry's relatively strong immediate protection, but, as Trent proved, Harry wasn't infallible and so far none of his friends had died at Hogwarts.
Sev surprised Harry by speaking up then. He wasn't looking at Harry though, he was looking at a point slightly above Sirius' head. "You would be wise to take care, Black. The Dark Lord will undoubtedly seek to insert more of his followers within the staff. You are an ideal target as you teach the subject he once coveted and are known to be close to Harry."
Harry didn't understand why Sirius looked so shocked by Sev's logical statement, he also didn't understand why Tonks looked so pleased, but he was mostly just surprised that Sev seemed to care that Sirius didn't die.
Oh.
That was probably why Sirius was shocked as well.
"Moving on," Harry said lightly when Sev looked uncomfortable. He looked toward Ritters and nodded at him. "What's going on with the Ministry?"
"Thicknesse is openly on Voldemort's side," Ritters said. "We have Scrimgeour, but that's it. And there's talk about a lot of new legislation being pushed through under the table about muggleborns."
"What kind of legislation?" Lucius asked, his eyes focused on Ritters.
"Nobody knows," Ritters admitted. "I wouldn't know about it myself if I hadn't been using those extra ears," he nodded at Fred and George, "to eavesdrop on a meeting between some of the junior staff."
"It's orders to begin investigating and imprisoning muggleborns for magic theft," Johnny drawled. He ignored the looks of surprise aimed at him as he nonchalantly pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He pulled one out and offered the pack to Harry, wandlessly floating it to him when Harry nodded.
"I have a friend I do business with on the Wizengamot," Johnny said after he and Harry both lit a cigarette, simultaneously deciding to ignore the disgusted looks from Fleur and Narcissa. Viktor nodded at the pack though so Harry tossed it to him right over Fleur's head.
"He means he sells them drugs," Tonks said brightly.
A few people, namely Ritters and the adult Malfoy's, looked confused, but Tonks didn't elaborate and Johnny went on before she could explain.
"As I said," Johnny smirked at Tonks, "I have a friend on the Wizengamot who told me they'll be voting soon. If it goes through, then all muggleborns will have to prove they have at least one magical relative or face Azkaban."
Harry's blood ran cold despite the smoke flowing through his lungs. He very carefully did not look at Hermione, the only muggleborn in the yard. He just kept his eyes trained on his hand and willed it to not shake. "Who's bringing the bill to the court?" he asked, calm despite the heavy thumping of his heart.
"Good old Minister Thicknesse," Johnny said. "It's being voted on at the end of September"
Harry tilted his head toward Susan. "What's number one on our todo list?"
Susan leaned forward so she could whisper. "Find that thing," she said cryptically, aware now that Remus could hear them even when they whispered.
"Change it," Harry told her. "Make killing Thicknesse our first goal."
Bill let out a huff that sounded almost like a laugh but not quite. "You just said you killed Albus Dumbledore, and now you want to kill the Minister of Magic?"
"No, Billy, what I want is for a bunch of muggleborns to go to Azkaban," Harry sneered. "Use your fucking head."
Fleur let out a quiet giggle, apparently highly amused by Harry's snark even though it was aimed at her fiancé.
Nobody seemed to have anything to say, except Sev looked like he had a few comments to make later. Harry's head was pounding in the worst sort of way though and he was eager to wrap it all up.
Harry sighed and took the last inhale off the cigarette before stubbing it out on the grass and looking around tiredly at them all. "Anything else?"
"Mm, I don't suppose you want to hear about how Shacklebolt is looking into you for Dumbledore's 'disappearance'?" Johnny asked.
Harry gave him a crooked grin as he propped his chin in his hand and rested his elbow on the table. "Not particularly, no."
"Shacklebolt told you that?" Sev asked Johnny sharply. "Explain."
"Shacklebolt told Mundungus Fletcher after the last meeting of the Order and Fletcher told me," Johnny said. "Fletcher and I are also acquaintances of a sort and I simply asked him what was new and he told me."
"He means he either sells drugs to Dung or buys them off him," Tonks grinned.
Harry wasn't surprised in the slightest that Johnny's customers varied from Wizengamot members to wizards that Sev and Sirius both described as 'a nasty sneaking bit of filth'.
He did lose himself in a bit of a fantasy for a moment- it would be so simple if Johnny could get all the death eaters hooked on whatever shit he sells and then they could just lace it with poison and watch as they all accidentally killed themselves.
An idea to mention to him in private at some point.
"Probably sells," Charlie answered Tonks from his seat beside Susan with a grin aimed at Johnny. "Let me guess, you guys got high and he spilled his life story to you?"
"Hmm?" Johnny inspected his nails through his hooded blue eyes. "No, don't be ridiculous, Charles. I would never get high on my own supply. Dung lives a little harder than I do."
Harry apparently didn't need to guide Johnny at all. Johnny had his own connections, his own abilities to get information. In fact, Johnny dealing drugs was more useful to Harry than Johnny had been when he was an auror.
Sirius and Remus looked at each other and Tonks in confusion. "Kingsley didn't say anything like that during the meeting?" Sirius said slowly. "Why would he tell Dung, but not us?"
"He doesn't trust us," Remus said thoughtfully. "I think we're seeing a divide in the Order."
And since that suited Harry just fine, he stayed silent and exchanged an amused look with Susan. Apparently, without Dumbledore there, the Order was crumbling already.
Also, as Harry had nothing to lose now, if Shacklebolt didn't stay off his fuckin case then he'd be on the list along with any death eaters that Harry can find.
"What? Half the Order is hunting Harry and the other half are hunting Vold- Timmy?" Sirius asked disbelievingly. "That's—"
"That makes sense," Ron said with a shrug. "Think about it, he didn't tell Harry's godfather, Harry's godfather's husband, or Harry's guardian's girlfriend."
"Probably not Minerva either," Sev added while everyone thought over the logic of Ron's words. "It is well known that Minerva favors Harry."
"Does she?" Harry asked.
Sev didn't smile, but his lips did curl up slightly. "She is fully aware of your actions during your fifth year," he said carefully, never fully trusting anyone besides Harry. "The fact that you were never arrested or investigated speaks of her favor toward you."
"She also gave us Veritaserum so we could find the person who actually killed Goyle in February," Luna added while Susan nodded vehemently.
Harry thought that over and felt a brief warmth at knowing that McGonagall had apparently been his secret ally for a while now. "Brill," he said. "I'll have to tell her thanks eventually."
And he'd have to do it in person because the letters were exhausting to write.
"Anything else?" Harry asked, eyeing everyone individually and giving them a chance to speak up. When no one did, Harry smacked the table gently. "Don't forget, if I die, then Sev is in charge," he said lightly. "We'll meet again at Christmas break if there's still a war going on. Ta."
Harry was up on his feet and moving toward the house before anyone had a chance to drag him into any conversations. He didn't get very far though before a large black dog came bounding up on him.
"I'm tired," Harry told Grim with a serious look. "My fuckin head hurts, I'm exhausted, leave me alone, yeah?"
Grim whined and bit Harry's shirt sleeve, tugging him over to the side of the house. Harry bit back a scowl and followed.
"You okay?" Sirius asked, as soon as he transformed into himself. He slowly placed his hand on Harry's forehead and Harry leaned into it a little. "You feel warm."
"I'm sick," Harry said, partially truthfully. He was withdrawing. It was a lot sooner than when he did from the pills, but Sev said the potion might make him sick quicker just like it went in effect quicker and he wasn't able to help his safely taper it since it was an entirely experimental potion to start with.
Sev also didn't know if the earlier symptoms of withdrawal meant it would be over sooner or not. Apparently Harry was patient zero with the research of withdrawing from a Lithium potion. The only boon this time was that Sev gave Harry potions to help counter the effects.
"Is Snape giving you potions?" Sirius asked, his eyes soft and concerned.
"Yes," Harry snapped. He stepped backward and looked pointedly toward the house where the others were beginning to wander. "Is that all you wanted?"
Sirius wasn't put out by Harry's impatience, he just grinned even though he still looked worried. "I just wanted to tell you I'm proud of you." He put his hand on Harry's shoulder and his grin grew when Harry didn't pull away. "I know you've got a lot of weight on your shoulders, but you're carrying it like a man. You're a good leader, Harry."
Harry didn't want to do this just then, but he couldn't stand to hear Sirius' praise either. "How can you say that?" he asked, jerking his shoulder and stepping away until his back was against the house. His hand snuck in his pocket and he gripped his penknife until he felt his straining knuckles grounding him to reality. "I got Trent killed," he said, spitting it out like poison in his mouth. "I wouldn't bow to Timmy and he killed Trent."
Sirius reeled backward as if Harry struck him in the face.
Harry ignored the pang of disappointment in his reaction and instead told himself it was for the best. The less people who liked him meant more people who wouldn't be upset when he was gone.
Harry probably couldn't convince Sev or Fred or Susan or Theo to hate him, but he could Sirius. He was sure of it.
"It's my fault your best friend is dead," Harry added, twisting the knife spitefully. "Timmy killed James to get to me and Timmy killed Trent because I wouldn't bow to him. So say it again, say how proud of me you are."
Sirius winced almost imperceptibly at Harry's dad's name, but he still stepped closer to Harry. "I'm incredibly proud of you," he said calmly. "You didn't kill Trent or James, Timmy did. And I'm sure Trent still looks up to you and James is probably almost as proud of you as I am."
Harry didn't know when he became so fucking emotional, but he suspected it was around the time he sent Sevvie off to order his tombstone and began making a list of his possessions and last words to leave everyone.
"You're mad then," Harry said thickly, blinking quickly to hide the stinging in his eyes. "You're fuckin mad, Sirius."
Sirius leaned against the house next to Harry and gave him a wry smile that had Harry averting his eyes to the dark storm clouds covering the sky.
"Maybe," Sirius said. "That doesn't mean I'm any less proud of you or love you any less."
Harry didn't say anything until he was able to clear his mind and push down the fucking feelings that were practically assaulting him.
He glanced over at Sirius and saw that he too was inspecting the clouds with a peaceful look on his face.
Apparently Sirius was another person he couldn't convince to hate him. Not without a considerable amount of effort that Harry didn't feel like extending just then.
"I love you too," Harry told him quietly after he turned back to the sky.
Sirius reached out and clasped Harry's shoulder tightly; not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough that Harry felt like he was trying to will the weight Harry carried on to his own shoulders.
A pointless effort.
Harry had to do the hardest parts alone.
It was still mildly appreciated though.
More than that though, Harry let a deep breath out and turned to Sirius with a charming smile. "Can I have a cigarette?"
Sirius laughed and the two of them stood out there in silence for another twenty minutes.
Sirius,
I'm sorry for throwing a knife your knife at you back when I hated you. I'm really glad I didn't kill you, because you're the best godfather I could have ever had.
You probably don't know this, but if it weren't for you I never would have accepted Fred's date back in third year and I never would have accepted that I needed medicine for my illness.
You're a good man, a good godfather, and I'm so proud to be your godson.
I'm giving you back the Marauders Map with the hopes that you loan it out to my friends' kids so they can drive you as crazy as their Professor as you did to yours.
You can't have the knife back though, I think I'm giving it to Ron.
If I don't end up in hell, I'll tell my dad you said hi. If I do end up in hell, I'll torture Pettigrew for the both of us, yeah?
Love you,
-Harry