The One Who Carries The Child Chapter 1: You're what?, a harry potter fanfic

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The BoyWhoLived Has Disappeared!

Just after the train pulled out of King's Cross Station, Harry Potter was picked up by his uncle. That night something happened. Harry Potter, theBoyWhoLived, disappeared. Our beliefs are that he was kidnapped by YouKnowWho. Now all we can do is hope that our hero will escape or that the Ministry or Albus Dumbledore will try to save him. What will happen to our world if not our hero and hope will be here to guide us? Let's just pray that he will find his way back to us.

Rita Skeeter

The BoyWhoLived Found!

Last night, October 31st (the night of the Dark Lord's first fall and the murders of the Potters), at midnight outside the gates of Hogwarts, Harry Potter was found tortured and beaten both magical and muggle means. He has not said a word after he was found and is now resting in the hospital wing in Hogwarts. We at the Daily Prophet wishes Mr. Potter a good recovery and that he will start talk soon.

Rita Skeeter

A month later, at December 1st, the Dark Army walked in on Hogwarts grounds and the entire student stood to defend their school and what they believed in. All stood with grim looks, all without one boy. Harry Potter had still not said a word and now when the Dark Army stood opposite of him and the school he started to walk over to the middle of the field. Dumbledore called him, wanting him to go back but he just kept on walking. Voldemort raised a no existing eye brown before he started to walk up to Harry.

"Hello Harry had a nice vacation?" the Dark Lord asked with a cruel smile.

"I have an important question." Harry said and it was the first words he had said since he came back.

"And what would that be?"

"Would you kill the one that's carries your child? Would you kill the heir to your precious Slytherin blood?" Dumbledore had now come up to them but everyone on both sides heard what the boy hero had said. Many was so shocked that they stood gaping like a fish. Dumbledore had just stopped and
stared at both of them. Voldemort stared at him with big eyes and then he said the only think he could.

"What?!"

"You took a little something from me and left a little something behind" was all he said and then smiled a half cruel smile.

"As I see it you have two options. One, I and my friends leave for the States and you won't bother us ever again as long as you live and no one of your pathetic Death Eaters will come after my baby. Or two, you and Dumbledore work out this world's problems and fix them before the end of the next eight months. Your choice but you will know that there are no way I'm letting my baby be born into a world of war." With those words, he glared at Voldemort with his death glare.

Voldemort's thoughts were flying. He needed a heir but from Potter? And he could not let that blasted boy move to the U.S and have his heir there. He could always let the boy have his way and let him have the boy here when he took over the world without killing people. It would be less fun but then he would have a heir who he could teach. A child that he could spoil like he never had been.

"Fine. Let's go inside Dumbledore. It will be a long night" and with those words both sides walked inside the grand hall in the castle behind them.

"Well. Let me see if I got it right out there, Harry your pregnant with Tom's child?" said Dumbledore when everyone sat in the great hall.

"Pretty much, yeah" said Harry and took a sip of the tea before him. He, Dumbledore, and Voldemort sat at a lonely table in the middle of the hall with everyone else watching them.

"How did this happen? I wasn't aware that you two had a relationship?" asked Dumbledore now.

"Well nothing more than a kill or be killed relationship. Before they dumped me at the gates he raped me and I got pregnant. Nice huh?" he answered and stirred his tea. Dumbledore just stared at him.

"What? And shouldn't we call in the minister or he will think we are going to make him fall from his beloved position as the fake leader of our world?" he smiled a sweet smile and drank some more of his tea while Voldemort got Lucius Malfoy to go and get the minister. Harry hummed at some song while Voldemort studied the ceiling and Dumbledore sucked a lemon drop when the doors slammed open to reveal the Minister of Magic.

"Ah, Minister. How nice of you to drop by. We were just to begin discuss what we would do make our little world better." said Voldemort with an evil smile and pushed his knife all the way through his scone. The Minister paled drastically before sitting down next to Dumbledore and Harry.

"Why don't you get on with it and I just go up to my dorm and sleep? You can tell me tomorrow when I'm all not so sleepy and being stared at," Harry smiled and was just getting up when Voldemort pushed him down again.

"Stay there."

"Don't order me around! I'm not one of your little marry men you know!"

"Well as you so kindly pointed out you are carrying my heir. Do you really think that I will let you out of my sight for a moment those eight months left?"

Harry didn't answer that but pored himself a new cup of tea.

"Can somebody tell me what's going on?" asked Fudge and looked around.

"I raped Mr. Potter and now he's pregnant" answered Voldemort and drank of his tea while Fudge throws his out.

"Yey, I'm back to being called Mr. Potter again." answered Harry's sarcastic voice.

"You can stay here during the pregnancy and share chambers. Tom will be able to be a father and Harry won't be alone or disturbing his classmates." said Dumbledore.

"Hello? He raped me! Do you think I want to share a room with him for eight months?! Well think again!"

"The idea has potential" answered Voldemort and took a new snip on his tea.

"I will have the house elves fix a room for you two while we discuss more important things like the war…"

"I actually think that my heir is more important. I will stay here until he is born."

"How do you know it's a he? It's not like it's growing inside you" growled Harry. Voldemort ignored that and went on.

".. And that means that my men will be staying at some point or another. We can work out this war during this period"

"That's great. But now, everyone is tired and your room is ready so why don't you go to bed and we'll discuss more tomorrow morning."

Harry went down the corridor with Voldemort at his side and no one was saying anything to the other. When they came to the rooms the first thing Harry did was to go inside his room without even looking at the common room. Voldemort looked after the boy and silently wondered how this had come to be. The boy carried his child. His child! He still couldn't believe it. He was going to be a
father. He had a heir that could take over after him. An heir that would be so powerful. Powerful because it was his and Potters child. Potter. Damn! He'd gotten Potter pregnant. He was so deep n his thoughts that he didn't notice Potter who slowly sat down in a chair in front of the fire with a thick book in his lap.

Harry started to read the book and was so lost in it so he didn't notice that Voldemort finally saw him sitting there. Voldemort rose from the chair he was sitting on and walked over to the boy who was sitting and looked down at him.

"And what are you reading, Mr. Potter?"

"Only Snape calls me Mr. Potter with that tone. Since you raped me I think we are on first name basis, don't you Tom? And what I'm reading are my own business" answered the boy without even looking up from his book.

"Don't call me that filthy muggle name!" he growled and the boy looked up from the book.

"Why shouldn't I? It may be a muggle name, but it's your muggle name. Just because you are named after your Dad doesn't mean that the name is less good. That and Voldemort is just to long to whine with" the boy said before he started reading that damned book again. Voldemort himself just stared at his long time enemy in shock. Not only had the boy dared to speak up to him but he made sense too. The world was coming to an end and it was not even his fault this time! He then noticed that he stood behind the boys chair and thinking. With that in his mind, he went into his bedchambers and went to bed while trying not to think about the Potter boy.

When Harry woke up next day it was at five thirty in the morning and with a terrible headache. He turned to his side and to his surprise fell out of the annoying big bed and landed on the cold stone floor. With a groan, he sat up and grabbed the shirt to his school uniform and stared at the all of the
bottoms. Harry had always only slept in pajama bottoms; he couldn't understand people who had shirts on when they slept. The shirts only twisted around your body and you couldn't fall asleep. He put on some pants and his shoes before he took his robe in his hand. Harry really didn't think about
where he was going before he noticed that he was standing outside the kitchens. A small smile crept on his face as he tickled the pear so it would let him inside. He had nothing more than stepped inside when Dobby come flying to hug his knees with a force that almost made him fall.

"Hello Dobby, nice vacation?"

"Oh great Mr. Harry Potter Sir came all way down to Dobby to say Dobby had a nice vacation? Mr. Harry Potter is to great and kind. Why is Mr. Harry Potter Sir so thin? Dobby need to be cooking Harry Potter sir a good breakfast" and whit this the slightly crazy house elf were making his way to the heart of the kitchens.

"Dobby I have something important to tell you" he half screamed after the house elf who turned back at him.

"Yes, Mr. Harry Potter sir?" he asked whit his big eyes shining.

"Dobby, I think you need to sit down for this" he said a little worried over how Dobby was going to take the news of him being pregnant. Dobby sat down at the floor and looked up at Harry with big,

nervous eyes.

"Ok, Dobby. I'm pregnant" Harry said fast and looked as the elf first understood what he said and then understood what that meant.

"So great Mr. Harry Potter sir is having a youngling inside him? A young Mr. or Miss?" the elf said in chock and stood now and was staring at his lover belly.

"Yeah, that's right Dobby. Want to help me out once in a while?"

"Dobby would be most honored to be Mr. Harry Potter's house elf and help care for Mr. Harry Potter sirs' youngling" Said the elf before he started to drag Harry to a little table.

"But then Mr. Harry Potter sir must be eating better. He is only skin and bones…"

When Voldemort woke up that morning the first thing that came to his mind was that Potter was pregnant. Where was Potter? What if he got the baby killed before it was even born? He shot out of bed and was on his way to the boys' room. When he slammed the door open he saw that Potter wasn't there. In his almost panic he glanced at the clock at the bed table and saw that it was almost eight o clock. The boy was probably in the great hall and eating breakfast. In a hurried tact he dressed and walked down to the great hall. When he came in the hall quieted for some seconds before all the students started to talk to each other in low voices. And with the grace only a Dark Lord could hold, he walked over and sat down in the empty chair next to the Headmaster. His eyes however were scanning the Gryffindor table after Potter.
"So Tom, is Harry coming down soon or did you torture him all night for getting pregnant?" Dumbledore suddenly said with a cold voice and protective eyes. He was protective of Potter? Did he love him as a grandchild? This was getting more interesting and complicated at the same time.

"I did no such thing and are you meaning to tell me he's not here? The brat was not in his room this morning when I checked" Both he and the Headmaster was on their way out of their chairs when Potter came walking in the doors with a cart full whit food that he was pushing before him. He walked up to the Gryffindor table but didn't sit down.

Harry walked inside the great hall and walked to the Gryffindor table. But he didn't sit down; he just
stopped and looked over his classmates.
"Anything from the cart dears?" he said whit a perfect imitation of the candy lady on the Hogwarts express that had his classmates laughing like mad.

"So what do you have? And did you make the poor house elf's make it?" asked Hermione and looked at the food.

"I have just about anything that I came up with and I did the cooking, not he house elfs." he said and looked at the cart.

"…you'll love those pancakes I'm sure. It's blueberries inside them"

"Harry! We didn't know you could cook!" said Hermione and started to eat of the pancakes he had put on her plate. Her eyes become wide as she realized how good it tasted.

"Well I've been doing it since I was about four so I like to think I do pretty well" he answered as he put some scones on Ron's plate and a piece of pie on Seamus. After all of the seventh and sixth years had something from the cart he went down the table and let those who asked for something have it. Soon he was out of Gryffindors and he had now gotten the other tables attention. The Hufflepuffs were calling him over and soon he'd run out of them too. The Ravenclaws and even Slytherins were now waving for his attention and after thirty minutes there were no more students. Whit a suck he started to walk up to the honor table that was full of teachers and death eaters.

"Hello my dear boy. What are you doing?" asked the headmaster as soon ashe came close enough.

"When I cooked breakfast this morning and I accidentally made a bit too much and now I'm giving it away. Want some?" he put on a charming smile to rival Tom Riddle's in his glory days and Dumbledore laughed.

"Whatever you think I'll like my boy" Harry looked over the cart before he picked up a big plate of pancakes full with chocolate inside them.

"I was actually thinking of you when I made them Sir" he said and looked over to Voldemort.

He picked up two muffins and put them on his empty plate.

"You need sugar as grumpy as you look, but then Snape would need a lot of sugar to…" he shook his head slowly and gave Trelawney some pie and Mcgonagall waffles.

"Hey Potter, don't we get any?" asked Bellatrix Lestrange in a very snobbish voice that clearly said that she was better than him.

"But why of course, I have strawberry crème right here just wait a minute" and with that he walked over to her and tipped the bowl with strawberry crème over her head and put it down there as the sticky crème substance ran down on her body. Harry smiled and threw a couple of muffins at
Snape's plate before he started to walk over to Gryffindor table again.

"No, stay right there young man. You will sit here during this breakfast and so I can see that you eat. Got it?" said Voldemort and a chair appeared out of thin air next to him and Dumbledore. Harry went whit glaring eyes around the table and sat down before he started to eat from his cart. Dumbledore smiled at him before he started to eat from his pancakes and he turned to stare at Harry.

"What?" the younger man asked annoyed and took a bite from a muffin.

"Have you made this? They are the most delicious pancakes I have ever eaten!"

"Ha ha, really funny Headmaster. Now can I continue to eat? I am supposed to eat for two you know…" and with that he turned back to his food. That was when Madame Pomfrey spoke up. She had been worried about his baby and when he came to her last night it had not become better.

"Harry you can't have that child! I have told you why and I really think you should listen!" she half screamed from her end of the table. Everyone could clearly see how Harry's jaw cleared in irritation.

"Well I don't give a damn about what you say! I'm going to have it and there are nothing you can say that will make me change my mind" he clearly said back and his voice cold as ice.

"If you have the child you will die! Your body can't handle it" she stood up now and had gotten the whole halls attention. Harry just looked up at her coldly.

"If I have to die then that's the way I want to go" he stood and started to walk out, on the way he grabbed his time table from Mcgonagall but at the doors he turned around and gave the nurse a death glare.

"If you come near me or my child I will kill you Poppy. You won't stop me from having one of the few things that brings happiness to my fucked up life and you forgot a very important thing. I'm Harry Potter, I do impossible things all the time" and with that he turned around and started to run away. What he didn't see was that Voldemort rose from his chair and followed to the door were he too turned and looked at her.

"And if he don't kill you Madame, I can promise you that I will" and with that he followed the teen.

Voldemort didn't know how he did it but he somehow felt were Potter was so he followed and was surprised when he found himself at the opening to the chamber of secrets. With a somewhat twisted
smile he jumped down the pipe and went the way to the chamber.

When he opened the door he saw the big corpse of the basilisk that once was the mighty beast of Hogwarts School. He was in shock. How could she have died? When did she die? So many questions were flying in his head when suddenly he heard someone inside his head.

"Why does this always happened to me? It's their bloody fault!! Now I'll never see my baby grow up or even hold it. Damn her… now Dumbledore will ask questions and… I'm not ready for this!" he followed the feeling and found Harry sitting between Salazar Slytherins feet's and rocking
himself back and forth. Voldemort actually didn't know how to handle this. The young man didn't look up at him when he sat down next to him.

"Why can't you have the child?" he asked after a while.

"She figured out and I black mailed her not to say anything. She says that my body won't make it but they have said that before haven't they…" the boy let out a almost insane chuckle and stooped to rock back and forth.

"What did she find out?" Voldemort didn't know why but he really wanted to know this. This and who the boy who lived really was. It was annoying but he really needed to keep the boy safe if he wanted his heir to be born healthy. And if he wanted to keep Potter safe he needed to know him.

"About my relatives" the boy whispered and then he stood up and it looked like he'd never even been sitting down in an old dusty chamber whit dried blood and rat shit on the floor. He started to walk away before he turned and stared at him whit burning eyes.

"Why do you care? All you care about is your heir, so why care about me? The only thing you want me is death so don't insult my intelligence by saying other" the boy glared at him and then he turned around and disappeared away and leaving the most feared dark lord in time on the floor between Salazar Slytherins feet's to stare at his back.

Voldemort did come up to the school after his a little disturbing chat with Potter and walked up to Dumbledore's office. When he finally sat down in front of the crazy old man he was already tired and now to sit and talk about how they were going to change this world whit out killing hundreds. His mind screamed that this entire thing would not end well and if it did it would be after a lot of happenings. Whit one look at the headmaster he could clearly see the twinkling eyes that he just wanted to rip out because they were so bloody annoying.

"Before we talk about our world Tom, I would like to talk about Harry" the old man said whit a bit of cold tone that he actually had not expected.

"Oh, that's interesting? What?"

"Well you yourself are about to become a father. You actually surprised me when you would stop the war and again this morning when you threatened Poppy for wishing your child not to be born" Dumbledore had a cup of tea that he took a snip off and looked at him over his half moon glasses.

"Well I might agree that the thought is a bit disturbing but I do need an heir if I want Slytherins blood to carry on."

"Is it only the blood? It's not that you want a child then Tom?"

"Dumbledore, how does this have anything to do with the war or even our world?"

"It has weary much to do with this world because Harry are their hero. Everybody loves him. And if he is mistreated the people will crave heads. I just hope that you know what you are doing. Make sure that you let him stay with his child to Tom. If you don't then both heaven and hell will shake"
with those warning the old man become the nice and crazy old man who sat down and talked to his biggest enemy over tea about how to change a world. Just before they were going down to the great hall Dumbledore said one more thing:

"Harry has a bit of magic that works on everyone given time Tom, everyone. So I believe you won't be able to hate Harry for much longer. Not if you're going to live with him for eight months" that left Voldemort wondering what the hell the crazy man meant.

When Harry came inside the Great Hall he walked to the Gryffindor table before he felt a pair of eyes staring at him. He looked around and found Dumbledore mention for the empty chair between him and Voldemort. With a sigh, he started to walk up to the honor table, let his book bag fall to the floor and sit down slowly. One of the first things he noticed was that it was very few death eaters still eating. There was only Lucius Malfoy and the Lestrange's. He started to eat from his
stew and was just to begin to talk to Dumbledore when Voldemort pushed his head back a bit.

"What the hell are you doing now?!" he asked and pushed the hands away and saw that Voldemort was staring at his neck.

"Why do you have bruises all over your neck?" The dark lords growled and that made Harry believe heads would roll.

"Do I? Weird" he answered and touched his neck right where he knew the bruises were. While he was doing that he had stretched his back someway and in the pain he felt he couldn't hold back the hiss of pain that left him.

"Harry, care to tell us who hurt your back so bad and obviously tried to strangle you?" asked the Headmaster calmly. Harry looked between Voldemort and Dumbledore before he closed his eyes and started humming. This surprised the headmaster and Voldemort just narrowed his eyes.

"Ini mini mine mo

Look at Trixie the bitchy cow

Thinks she's in her masters box

Really she's giving him the chickenpox"

Harry stooped singing and opened his eyes slowly. The first thing he saw was that Voldemort had pulled Bellatrix out of her chair and pointed his wand at her whit a dangerous glow in his eyes.

"Don't…" but the word had not left his mouth before the dark lord had thrown the cruciatus at the woman and had her screaming on the floor. But she was not the only one. Harry felt the crucio thro the connection so he to fell to the floor screaming in pain. Ron and Hermione came running up to him and the headmaster was doing what he could think of which was not much when he was about to panic. No one saw Snape run out of the hall as fast as he could. Voldemort suddenly saw that Potter seemed to be under the cruciatus to. He took of the curse on Bella and then the boy seemed to relax at the same time. Potter started to cough up blood before he lay back silent for a second.

"Potion… Snape…" he said behind half closed eyes and when Snape came back running whit a vial full of purple liquid the boy drank it fast. He lay on the floor and put his arm around his stomach that started to glow and Harry grimaced in pain. When the glowing stooped he still lay on the floor for some minutes before he slowly sat up and put a hand on his head.
"Ouch" was all he said before he was helped up by his two best friends.
"The chest, dorm" he said to them and they started to make their way up to Gryffindor common room. They left the hall as quiet as if it were empty. Voldemort stared half in chock when the golden trio made their way out of the hall whit Harry between them in a way that told him that had done it before. He turned and saw that the other teachers looked after the famous trio with sad eyes before they sat down again whit a thick silence in the air. Bella was still on the floor trying to catch her breath.

"What the bloody hell happened?" he asked Dumbledore who just closed his eyes tiredly.

"Your connection Tom, he feels every pain and killing curse that you use. I will give you an advice Tom from teacher to student. Don't use any unforgivable curses if you want your heir to be born healthy" Then he looked around the table and said to all the teachers.

"You know what happens and what to do" with those words the old man left the hall and welt to his office.

"Sorry I haven't been able to talk to you much guys" Harry said low as they claimed the stairs up to the tower.

"Not your fault mate" Ron smiled at him and Hermione agreed.

"Yeah and now you will stay in your bed all day get it? Not a bed in Voldemort's chambers that he says you have to stay in. Got it?" she asked in her mother hen voice which made him smile a weak smile.

"Got it Hermy" both he and Ron laughed when Hermione growled at the last part before they opened the portrait of the fat lady and took him to his bed in the seventh year boys dormitory. They put him down and Ron took of his shoes as Hermione bend down and pulled a small chest out from under the bed. Carefully she opened it and pulled out a vial whit a clear blue potion that she helped him drink. When he had drank it all she put the vial on the night table and sat down on the bed whit Ron on the other of Harry. She started to sing a lullaby and Ron pulled the blankets over Harry's heavy body. Soon he fell asleep with a huge thank fullness to his friends who knew how to take care for him. Who knew how to deal whit him when these things happened. Who knew what he needed and his secrets. His dreams and hopes. They knew things he needed without even he knew it himself. His friends looked over him a couple of minutes before they walked to their next class.

Harry woke feeling much better about two hours. Without going out of the warm bed he flipped on his stomach and pulled out the chest again. This time he didn't take one of the vials but he took up some of the small plastic bags, a scissors and some tread. He put the chest back and put the stuff on the blanked. He then started to work slow and nice. He didn't even know that hours passed as he worked.

What the hell did Dumbledore mean when he said the boy had magic? Of course he had magic or he wouldn't be attending a wizarding school. But a magic that worked on everyone. He had said that he, the most evil and hate full dark lord in history wouldn't be able to hate the boy much longer. He
didn't believe it wouldn't he be able to hate a mere boy which by the way had humiliated him in front of his followers and the world long enough. He stormed down the corridor to the fat lady's portrait.

"Impossible becomes possible" he had heard that it was the password since Potter was found on Halloween night about a month ago. But the portrait didn't open.

"I won't give you access in here, Lord" she said and almost spitted the last word out.

"And why's that?" he asked angry that a simple portrait would not obey him.

"I was ordered not to let anyone but students in Gryffindor inside" she answered slowly as if he were dumb.

"Well I am Salazar Slytherins heir so I order you to open up for me" he smirked but it was wiped of his face when she said no.

"I was ordered by the friends of the heir to not only Godric Gryffindor but Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw as well" Voldemort just gaped at her before he pulled out his wand and pointed it at her.

"Open up" he said and this time she looked afraid before she run out of her portrait. Voldemort sucked and was about to turn away when the portrait opened and Harry looked out.

"What are you doing here Tom?" Harry asked and opened the portrait more so he could see into the common room.

"Well I came to ask you if you and the heir will be ok but the painting wouldn't let me in" At this Harry laughed and stepped aside so that he could come inside. He walked in and looked around. It was as anyone outside Gryffindor house could think and more. Then he noticed that Harry had walked up to the dorms when he had looked around. He went up to the door that said:
"Seventh years" and walked inside. Potter was sitting on his bed and was putting small things in different bags that he then put in a small chest. All he could see from this side of the room was a lot of color. He went over and saw… bracelets? Yes, only God know how many but in the bags and all over the bed were bracelets. Bracelets made by glace pearls in orange, red, blue, green and some purple. In the different bags they were sorted by color and it was surprising all the bags fit in the small chest. When the last bag was down Harry closed the chest and locked it and then looked up at him. The boy was about to put the chest under his bed again when he spoke up.

"Why don't you take it to your room? It's not like you will be able to come here every time you feel like make some bracelets"

"Yeah, my room, I'll just go there then so you don't have to worry about your precious heir" and with those words Harry left faster than he had ever seen anyone move. And just mare seconds later he heard the portrait slam shut when the young man left the tower.

Harry found the rooms that he shared with the evil snake and walked inside in a tired manor. He was tired of it all. That bloody prophesy and of course that he now was pregnant. All this after his childhood was just too much. How could fate be such a bitch to him? With heavy steps he walked inside his room and threw himself on the bed. He was going to have a baby! After a month of knowing it, it still amazed and made him scared to know this. Now that he would have a child, how could he protect a little child when he barely could protect himself? But that's why he had told Voldemort… so that he could at last protect the child from harm's way. He didn't know if the bastard would kill him after he got his heir but he would not harm his own child. Harry knew this but he
didn't know how he knew. He just knew. Even if he was evil he was not so evil that he would hurt his own. It didn't help that he still hadn't done all of his Christmas shopping yet either.

Harry walked down the street in Hogsmeade and looked around in the windows for the best presents for his friends. He had sneaked out from the rooms and out through the secret tunnel and he enjoyed himself endlessly so far. But it was destined to be failed. As he was on his way from a shop he had a hand put in front of his mouth and someone pulling him away from the crowd.

"Hello Potter, the minister is not pleased with you and has sent me to fix some of his problems" someone was talking behind him as the person was making him walk but he didn't see where they were going.