The All Read: The Sorcer's stone

harry potter

Chapter 1: The Boy Who Lived

"I shall begin first, shall? Then we can take turns for every next chapter," said Dumbledore, picking up the first book from a table that held them.

"No, I'd rather this not started at all," Harry muttered quietly.

"Harry," Hermione reprimanded softly. "This is a good thing! That way everyone can understand! And you know it has to be from your point of view because you're the one that's always in the middle of everything!"

"Guess this is the punishment for all our snooping around, huh?" said Ron jokingly. Then he suddenly went pale. "s**t!"

"What?" asked Hermione, not bothering to reprimand him for his swearing as she noted the look on his face.

"They'll know everything, Hermione. Everything. My mother's going to murder us!"

Harry groaned. "Thanks for reminding me of that part, mate!"

Ron went on fearfully, "The troll, Fluffy, Norbert, the trapdoor, Quirrell… And this is only the first year!"

"Professor Snape will know about me setting him on fire!" Hermione moaned, finally realizing the more unpleasant implications of the book reading. "And about me stealing the ingredients in second year! And the Polyjuice Potion itself too!"

"We're done for," Ron muttered in a tone of finality.

"What are you three whispering about?" Minerva called to them from her place with the staff. After all these years of dealing with those three, she can't help but worry on what they're up to when they talk to themselves like this.

"Nothing, Professor, nothing!" the three of them chorused. Nobody in the hall was fooled.

"They still can't perfect their innocent faces in the future, just so you know," Fred II stated happily. The trio glared mockingly at him as everyone else snickered.

"Let's begin," Dumbledore said. "The book is called Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone".

"Yep, we're most definitely dead," Ron said to Harry and Hermione, eying his mother in trepidation.

"What's the Sorcerer's Stone?" said Dennis excitedly. His energetic self was brought back along with his brother's reappearance.

"Well, if you let the Headmaster read, Mr. Creevey, we'll know soon enough," said Minerva. She frowned as she realized that they'll most probably have a lot of interruptions along the way. Especially with all the pranksters present in the room. She groaned inwardly.

"Chapter 1: The Boy Who Lived," Dumbledore began.

"Well, who do you think that is, Gred?"

"No idea at all, Forge!"

"Oh you two, stop interrupting, we've only just started!" Molly attempted to sound stern, but couldn't quite manage it. It was just nice to see her twins together again.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

"They're most welcome," Anthony Goldstein snickered

"Dursley…" Lily said thoughtfully, "I've heard that name before…"

Dudley, however, was a bit nervous to how people would react to his parents. He knew that Harry had forgiven him and Harry'd protect him if his friends got angry for what he did to Harry in the past, but his parents… It would still hurt to hear people insult them, even though he now thinks that they were wrong to mistreat Harry.

They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.

"They're muggles then, I presume?" said Marlene shrewdly.

"But even normal muggles aren't this… boring," Benjy countered his friend.

People who knew exactly who the Dursleys were had a hard time stifling their laughter at Benjy's words, most especially the Weasley twins.

"'Normal' being the key word," Harry muttered to Hermione and Ron, who tried to disguise his snort as a violent sneeze.

Draco was hard-pressed not to comment. He doesn't believe now that muggles are low-life creatures, but it was still how he was raised to believe, so taking time to adjust might take a while. He still believed it was worth the effort though. After what he'd seen and experienced with the Death Eaters this past year, it was more than enough reason for him to turn his back on his upbringing.

Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills.

"What are drills?" asked Ernie Macmillan.

"Oh, they're-" Hermione started to answer, but the younger Sirius beat her to it.

"They're what muggles use to make holes in things," he stated.

Everybody stared at him in shock.

"What, I took Muggle Studies, you know!"

Remus shook his head, "I think the part they find surprising is that you seemed to have actually paid attention."

"He did it to piss Mother. And she really did get mad," Regulus said, speaking for the first time. The older Sirius and the younger Sirius glared at him. Harry, however, frowned at the two Sirius's behavior. He (or should he say they?) was going to regret this once he finds out about the sacrifice Regulus did to bring down Voldemort.

He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors.

"What are these people doing in a book about Harry?" asked Padma Patil. "They sound like awful people!"

Dudley shifted uncomfortably, glad that most of them didn't seem to remember that his surname was 'Dursley' when he was called by Minerva.

"Oh, I don't know," said Lily II. "Mrs. Dursley is actually alright in the future in our time."

Harry was shocked at his daughter's words. "What about Un- Mr. Dursley?" he asked, catching himself before he revealed too soon that the Dursleys were his family.

"Uhm, he's… still the same," Albus muttered.

"Figures…"

People who didn't know about the Dursleys, however, frowned at this exchange. It seemed that Harry did know this awful people. Who exactly were these Dursleys?

The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

All eyes turned to Dudley now, who shifted uncomfortably again.

"You were actually small before?" Fred snickered.

Dudley flushed pink.

"Hey, now, guys," Harry said. "Leave him alone!"

Everyone who knew about how Dudley treated him before stared at him. Even Ron and Hermione, for he still hadn't mentioned that they actually made up before the Dursleys left.

"Blimey Harry, first you thank Snape-" Fred began incredulously.

"-now you defend Dudley!" George continued.

"What the b****y hell's happening to you?"

"Fred! George! Don't swear!" Molly reprimanded as Harry just chuckled at the twins.

The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister,

"Petunia?" Lily gasped.

"I thought the 'craning over garden fences' and 'spying on neighbors' sounded familiar," muttered Severus darkly. Snape was also scowling at this.

"She's your sister, Lily?" James frowned. "She doesn't sound… quite pleasant."

"She's not," Harry confirmed. This was met with more frowns around the hall. "Although she seems to become better in the future, according to Lily II…"

"Wait," said Lily suddenly. "Mr. Dursley... Mr. Dursley, as in VERNON DURSLEY?" she cried to Harry.

Harry nodded.

"SHE ACTUALLY MARRIED THAT TUB OF LARD! HE LOOKS MORE LIKE A WALRUS THAN A HUMAN!"

Everyone was laughing so hard at Lily's words and the look of true horror on her face.

but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister,

Lily suddenly looked down sadly at this. It seems that after all these years, Petunia still hadn't gotten over her jealousy towards her sister.

because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be.

UnDursleyish is not even a word!, thought the Ravenclaws to themselves. And Hermione too, of course.

"I'm not good-for-nothing, thank you very much," James grumbled.

Severus looked very much like he wanted to contradict James, but he held his tongue, wanting his friendship with Lily to be really fixed.

The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that.

"A child like what exactly?" said Lily and James in unison, glaring at the book at the Headmaster's hands.

"I don't know, Harry seems to be far off a way better kid than their son," Charlie muttered to his elder brother, who nodded. They had heard quite a bit about this cousin of Harry's, and they weren't good at all.

When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work,

"Why would you pick the most boring tie for work?" said Dominique Weasley. She still hadn't met these relatives of her Uncle Harry yet.

"Because they're boring people, duh, Dom!" said Fred II. It was quite obvious, even though he also hadn't met them yet.

and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.

Dudley blushed at this

None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window.

At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. "Little tyke," chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house.

"You mean they don't try to discipline their child?" said Madam Pomfrey, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Dudley speculatively.

He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive.

It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar - a cat reading a map.

"Oh Professor Minnie! Might that be you!" said the younger Sirius, grinning madly.

"What are you doing there, Minnie?" James also grinned at her.

"You don't know that's me, Potter, Black!" Minerva frowned at them. "And don't call me Minnie!" It's been too long since she's last dealt with Black and Potter. As much as she's glad to see them both alive once again, she really wasn't looking forward to their mischief.

For a second, Mr. Dursley didn't realize what he had seen - then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back.

"Freaky, isn't it," snickered Terry Boot.

As Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive - no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs.

"No, but Animagi can," said the older Sirius brightly. Yes, brightly.

Lupin just shook his head in exasperation. In some aspects, Sirius really never would grow up… Alright, make that most aspects…

Umbridge, however, was glaring at the older Sirius. Apparently, these people from the future let these guilty mass murders on the lose! But then, it was the half-breed Lupin talking to him…

Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove toward town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day.

"These drills must be really interesting then?" Ernie Macmillan asked doubtfully.

"No, they're not," Justin Finch-Fletchley snorted. "He just has a one-tracked mind."

But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else.

"Oohh! What, what?" Lee said in mock excitement, jumping up and down.

Alicia Spinnet slapped him on his head. "Knock it off, Lee!" she said, though she was also trying to suppress the urge to laugh at him.

As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes - the getups you saw on young people!

"Muggles don't wear cloaks?" Emmeline asked. This sounds very strange.

"No, they don't. So you can see why Mr. Dursley, and the other muggles there then, must have thought of this as weird," Hestia said. She had learned quite a bit about muggles when she and Dedalus were protecting the Dursleys.

He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt - these people were obviously collecting for something... yes, that would be it.

"You tell yourself that," Tonks said in a tone as though talking to a two-year old. Lupin couldn't help but laugh at her antics, causing the older Sirius and Teddy to look at him knowingly.

The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived in the Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills.

Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swoop ing past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open- mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead.

"Why ?" said Hannah Abbott, frowning.

"They rarely get to see them. Muggles don't use owls to deliver their mail. They deliver it themselves. They have people who work in the postal office for that," Hermione explained.

Most of them had never seen an owl even at nighttime. Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunchtime, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the bakery.

"Only one?" said Fabian Prewett. This Dursley fellow sure sounded like a humongous man, and he couldn't believe that he would only settle for one bun.

"Never mind that," said Gideon. "He actually walked across the street?"

Molly could only roll her eyes at her brothers antics. Fred and George, meanwhile, were enjoying watching their uncles, whom they've been told they're quite alike with.

He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.

"The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard-"

"-yes, their son, Harry"

The teenagers from the past frowned at this.

"Why would they be talking about you?" Remus asked, his brows furrowed.

"We're that popular?" James suggested, trying to joke it off, although deep inside he was also nervous and concerned.

Severus and Snape rolled their eyes at this.

"I don't like this…" Lily mumbled.

The people from the present and future were looking sad though. They knew exactly what day it is now…

Mr. Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.

He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone, and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his mustache, thinking... no, he was being stupid. Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry.

"There's only one family in the Wizarding world called Potter," Scorpius stated. His family may have lost the supremacist attitude, but that didn't mean they don't value knowing about the family lines. "It might be common in the muggle world, but they're as rare as our family name, right Dad?" He asked, turning to Draco.

"R-right," Draco said, shocked at being called that. And who was his mother anyway? He knew he'd never marry Pansy, so who did he end up with?

Fred and George were snickering to themselves about the startled look on Draco's face.

Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry. He'd never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold.

"He didn't even know your name?" Molly protested.

"Harvey Potter. Harold Potter," Ron said, trying the different names. "They just don't sound right… Glad you're named Harry, mate!"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Thanks Ron," Harry chuckled.

"I may not be in speaking terms with Tuney, but surely I let them know about you, didn't I?" Lily asked, frowning.

"Don't worry about them, Mom, that's just the way they are," Harry said. Boy, it sounded weird calling someone mom…

Lily couldn't help feel warm and pleased when Harry called her mom. It was strange, he was older than she was now, but still it felt right. Even though she barely knew Harry, he really was her son. However, his other words didn't reassure her one bit. It sounded like it was something to worry about…

There was no point in worrying Mrs. Dursley; she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her - if he'd had a sister like that... but all the same, those people in cloaks...

He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door.

"I feel very sorry for the person then," the younger Sirius said solemnly.

James and Remus rolled their eyes and grinned at him.

"Sorry," he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell.

"He knows that word?" Harry said, shocked.

That didn't make the people who were starting to be worried about his home life with the Dursleys feel any better.

It was a few seconds before Mr. Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passersby stare, "Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!"

"That wasn't you, was it, Filius?" Minerva asked her colleague disapprovingly.

"Er-" That was a more than enough answer for Minerva.

And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley around the middle and walked off.

"You actually managed that, sir?" said Padma, staring at her tiny Head of House and wondering how he could have managed to hug the whale of a man.

"Don't be silly, Padma," Michael said mockingly. "Professor Flitwick's the charm master. He certainly must have used some charm to manage that. There's no other way for it to be physically possible otherwise!"

Everyone laughed at this statement.

Mr. Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off for home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination.

"What kind of person wouldn't approve of imagination?" Luna said without her dreamy voice, frowning.

"My uncle?" Harry suggested.

"But it's the imagination that leads to brilliant and innovative ideas. Without imagination, countless other possibilities won't be given a chance to happen."

"Well said, Ms. Lovegood!" Professor Flictwick said squeakily, beaming at his student. Luna may be a bit… odd… but she was still one of his most brilliant students. And after what she had done in the battle, Professor Flitwick was more than very proud of her.

As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw - and it didn't improve his mood - was the tabby cat he'd spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes.

Eyes turned to Minerva's square glasses, all of them knowing that it was what marked her in her Animagus form.

"Shoo!" said Mr. Dursley loudly.

The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look.

"Yep, that's definitely you, Professor!" Fred cried.

Minerva gave him the said stern look.

"Look Fred, it's the stern look!" George said excitedly.

Minerva groaned.

Was this normal cat behavior? Mr. Dursley wondered.

"No, but it's normal Professor McGonagall behavior," James II snickered.

Minerva felt hopelessness flood through her. Yes, that's what she'd be dealing with in the future. As if the Marauders and Weasley twins weren't more than enough already…

Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife.

Mrs. Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs. Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learned a new word ("Won't!").

"That's not a good word for a child to learn," Molly said frowning. "I hope you don't a***e that word!" she added sternly to Dudley, who cringed at the look she was giving him. He wasn't used to Molly's glaring after all, unlike the Weasley kids.

Mr. Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living room in time to catch the last report on the evening news:

"And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern." The newscaster allowed himself a grin. "Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?"

"Well, Ted," said the weatherman, "I don't know about that, but it's not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early - it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight."

"Ted? Is that dad, mom?" Tonks asked her mother.

"No, I don't think so, dear…" Andromeda answered, her heart wrenching in pain again at the reminder of her husband.

Tonks frowned at her mother. Why was she acting like this?

Mr. Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters...

Mrs. Dursley came into the living room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good.

"What, the tea?" said Hugo Weasley, grinning. His sister Rose just shook her head at him.

He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. "Er - Petunia, dear - you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?"

As he had expected, Mrs. Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister.

Lily looked pained again at this.

"Er-," said Dennis, unsure how to refer to Lily. "Mrs. Potter?"

Lily looked up, very startled to have been called that. James, however, was grinning like the Cheshire.

"U-uh, you can just call me Lily," Lily stuttered.

"Oh, but don't you think you better start getting used to it now, Lilykins?" James said, grinning. Lily just shot him a look, and turned back to Dennis. "What were you saying to me… Dennis, isn't it?"

"Yes, why doesn't your sister seem to like you, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Oh," said Lily sadly. "Oh. She thinks that I'm a freak because I'm a witch."

Everyone in the hall frowned at that.

"No," she said sharply. "Why?"

"Funny stuff on the news," Mr. Dursley mumbled. "Owls... shooting stars... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today..."

"So?" snapped Mrs. Dursley.

"Well, I just thought... maybe... it was something to do with... you know... her crowd."

"Her crowd?" said Edgar, frowning deeply. He and Lily were at Hogwarts at the same time once before, and even though there was big gap in their year difference and he was a Ravenclaw while she was in Gryffindor, he knew her well enough to know that Lily was very good person. So he didn't approve one bit of her sister's treatment to her.

Mrs. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr. Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name "Potter." He decided he didn't dare. Instead he said, as casually as he could, "Their son - he'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he?"

"I suppose so," said Mrs. Dursley stiffly.

"What's his name again? Howard, isn't it?"

"He always comes up with the most horrible names, doesn't he?" Ron snorted.

"Mum said he was the one who thought of my name," Dudley mumbled.

"My point proven, then."

"Ronald!" Molly scolded. Hermione elbowed him hard in the stomach.

"Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me."

"I think it's a very lovely name," Lily frowned. Harry grinned at her.

"Oh, yes," said Mr. Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. "Yes, I quite agree."

"His heart sunk? That sounds dangerous," Luna said with a frown.

The ones who knew her well had to fight down their laughter, while the ones who didn't know her yet had no idea what to make of her.

"I'm sure he was fine, Luna," Neville said, biting his cheek to keep himself from smiling.

He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed. While Mrs. Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr. Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. It was staring down Privet Drive as though it were waiting for something.

"What were you waiting for, Minerva?" Sturgis asked.

"I'm sure you'll find out soon enough." was all that she replied.

Was he imagining things. Could all this have anything to do with the Potters. If it did... if it got out that they were related to a pair of - well, he didn't think he could bear it.

"Well, we don't want to be related to you, either!" James retorted. He was getting really infuriated about how they thought of his Lily.

People nodded in agreement with him. They wouldn't like to be related to the Dursleys, either.

The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs. Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr. Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs. Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought aboutthem and their kind... He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on - he yawned and turned over - it couldn't affect them...

"Again, keep telling yourself that," Tonks laughed. Lupin had to stop himself from staring at her as he laughed. Teddy meanwhile was observing his parents' interactions discreetly.

How very wrong he was.

"Uncle Harry gave me the impression that he was wrong on a lot of things," Fred II 'whispered' to his younger sister Roxanne, who giggled.

Everyone in the hall still heard him, and they all snickered. Ginny was wondering once again about the 'Uncle Harry' part…

Mr. Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed on the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.

"Must have been really important then," Elphias Doge said in his wheezy voice. "For you to stay on that wall. It must have been very uncomfortable…"