Hey everyone,
This is not just a new story of mine, it will be one of the five you can choose from if you head for my account and VOTE, VOTE, VOTE! This, however, will NOT be a CR-story, it will be different and will be a little like my latest finished story, the Strong Side of Darkness. It is also on DZ2 Challenge forum if anyone else wants a go at it.
Now, like I said, this will have aspects of TSSoD in it, like a Hurt!Harry and Harry bonding with a male, not sure who yet, but it will be male, but the only other thing this story will have in common with TSSoD is the bashing of Ginny and Molly, while at the same time Percy and Ron will also be added to the Bashing couplet.
Okay, enough hints,

Venquine1990

My idea is that Zeus is Harry's father and Sirius Harry's mother, but Zeus was ordered by the Fates not to interact with Harry until Harry turned fifteen and Sirius - upon Harry's birth - believed himself too much of a wild-dog to handle a child, so James and Lily adopted Harry until Sirius was ready. Harry turns fifteen, but Sirius doesn't tell Harry until one or more of the Gods decide(s) to interfere either with Harry's trial at the Ministry or the fight that occurs when Harry arrives at Grimmauld Place.

Rules:MUST take place before Fifth School year starts. (Taken)

All Gods must have one ability linked with the magical world –

example Poseidon can make Veritaserum out of a drop of water. (Taken)

Harry is a Demigod, son of Zeus - any other God is unacceptable. (Taken)

Harry is sick and tired of constantly having everyone scapegoat him whenever they so please. (Taken)

Ron, Ginny, Percy and Molly having plans to harm Harry and benefit themselves financially. (Taken)

Harry breaks after finding out about these so-called plans. (Taken)

Zeus takes Harry - and whoever Harry cares for - with him to live on Mount Olympus. (Story takes place mostly on Olympus and Camp Half Blood, Taken)

RW/MW/GW/PW Bashing! (ABSOLUTELY Taken)

Hints of Kronos, but no return or war! The Last Olympian does not play out in this story! (Taken)

The Gods rebuild a perfect replica of Hogwarts where they teach ALL their kids the arts of Magic and Godlike abilities. (Happily Taken)

Both of the twins must bond with a Demigod of different Godlike heritage, so NO bonding with - say - the Conner brothers. (Taken)

All the teens that travel with Harry must find themselves a partner with the Demigods of CHB. (Taken)

All the adults can bond with whoever they so please - ex. Arthur, Sirius, Augusta, Remus. (Taken)

Oliver, Katie, Alicia and Angelina must all have a different kind of parentage - ex. Oliver's only child, Katie's dad is dead, etc. (Taken)

Guidelines: Harry is more in tune with his magic, but after break down becomes in tune with both. (Taken)

The breakdown is emotional - no turning dark, evil, in need for revenge or anything of the sort. (Again Happily Taken)

The Gods all care for Harry as if he were their own and take part in his upraising. (Taken)

The Gods break down the Ancient Law prohibiting them from meeting their kids. (Taken)

Zeus did bend the rule not to interfere with Harry's life in order to protect him. (Taken)

Luke did attempt to steal the Master Bolt, but failed and decided to do so the Winter afterwards. (Taken – this will be the base story line for the start of my tale.)

Percy arrived at camp before Harry's trial or the Sirius/Molly fight, but only recently, so perhaps a day, a week or a month. (Taken, a week, just long enough to get used, his input starts Thursday before Capture The Flag)

Zeus bonded with Sirius because of a Prophesy created by the Fates, the HP Prophesy is therefore invalid. (Taken – HADES YEAH!)

Godlike Harry, but only as the story progresses. He cannot learn of this until he meets with Zeus. (Taken)

Mild AD Bashing! (Taken, but only at the start to make the man realize what has happened under his long, broken nose.)

Forbidden: Luke and Harry becoming friends - Luke supports Kronos, no questions asked. (Taken)

Annabeth, Percy, Thalia, Nico, Bianca turning on Harry. (Taken)

Hermione, Sirius, Remus, Neville, Luna, Twins turning on Harry. (Taken – FRIENDS TILL THE END!)

Sirius bonding with anyone other than Zeus - Hera is acceptable, but only brotherly, not romantically (Taken)

Harry turning down his Godlike powers. (Taken)

Harry playing an active role in the Voldemort war. (Taken)

Harry going to ENGLISH Hogwarts for his fifth years. (Taken, this story is called Divine Hogwarts, is it not?)

No War by Kronos, hints of his return acceptable, no more. (Taken)

Sirius, Hermione, twins, Neville, Luna dying - fatally injured, yes, dying NO! (Taken – Sirius dying? HADES NO!)

Thalia, Nico, Bianca, Annabeth, Percy dying - fatally injured, yes, dying NO! (Taken)

Requirements:Love for Harry from ALL the Gods. (Taken – with pleasure)

Harry having an emotional Breakdown! (Taken)

Hogwarts being Rebuild at Olympus. (Taken – title, after all.)

Growing Bonds between Gods and Demigods. (Taken)

Pairings: SiriusxZeusxHera - Hera loves Zeus as her husband and Sirius as a brother and vice versa. (Taken)

Harryxany male of your choice -MALE REQUIRED! (Taken, this will be fun!)

HermionexMale/Female Demigod (Taken)

LunaxNeville - if you know Demigods that fit them better, be my guest. (Taken, I'll see what I can do)

RemusXArtemis Demigod - just think of a reason for Artemis to break her vow. (Taken)

FredxDemigod (Taken – for all five below as well.)

GeorgexDemigod

OliverxDemigod

AliciaxDemigod

KatiexDemigod

AngelinaxDemigod

Chapter 01
The Trial of Truths

Harry's POV

"Dumbledore is so incredibly infuriating. First the man praises me at the Ending Feast of my last year, then he ignores me an entire summer, even while trying to play a role in the preparations for my own Hearing and now he just suddenly shows up and – without commenting on where we are – has asked Fudge for the charges against me."
Goes through my head as I look at the elder man that just refuses to even so much as look at me, even while he has walked around the back of the chair I am currently seated at, the chair of the supposed accused criminals that – according to a memory I viewed last year – have usually committed crimes like murder and torture of innocents.
This alone makes me feel even angrier at the man for asking charges and pretty much makes me deaf to Fudge who is indeed reading out my own so-called crime, but when the man asks me if I deny casting the Patronus charm, do I barely even get the word no out of my mouth before suddenly another voice interrupts me.

Looking at where Dumbledore came in when he interrupted Fudge, do I see a man of around halfway thirty maybe early forty years old come into the room, who has his dark brown hair slicked back with some gel and who has grayish dark-blue eyes that hold an amazing amount of humor within them as he walks in.
The man himself wears a dark grey suit with gray-blue shirt underneath and a very classy looking yellow tie that is just the right color to match the blue of the shirt. He holds a pair of scrolls under his arms as he shouts: "Do NOT say another word. Any of you! Please, let me – let me have a good look around first."
The man then does indeed walk around, to the befuddlement and shock of those he looks at and he suddenly asks: "Is this the entire Wizengamot?" To which Fudge says: "Why yes, yes it – it is indeed. All members are present. And – and who –." But then Fudge gets stopped as the man claps his hands, smiles widely and says:
"Perfect." In a breathless voice as if that is exactly what he wanted to hear, something that would have made me worry, had it not been for the fact that something about this strangely confident man made me feel confident about myself and the situation I am currently in, something I haven't felt since I woke up this morning.

He then walks around again and says: "So we have here the entire Wizengamot, a small minor and – well, me, of course. But – but who am I? I'm sure you're all wondering that, aren't you?" And while he had been making another circle around the room, does he suddenly turn around to point his finger at me as he asks: "Aren't you?"
Making me tense in shock, before I find myself calming down afterwards and calmly answer: "Yes, I – I guess we are." The man smiles at me, as if I just solved a thousand year old riddle and he says: "Good answer." And before I can even so much as blink has the man disappeared, reappearing beside Fudge as he says:
"Hi, the name's Hermes, I work for the UPS, not that you ever heard of it, I'm sure you haven't. Muggle stuff, you catch my drift right? Good." And before Fudge can even get a single word in, does the man disappear again, reappearing back at his previous spot and holding something up as he asks: "Is this yours?"

And when I see that the man is holding Fudge's wand, do I suddenly realize who this man is as his speed and sudden ability together with his name make me remember something I learned when I was still in Muggle Primary school and while Fudge gasps and proclaims questions of how the man got that, do I breathlessly answer:
"You're Hermes, the God of Travelers and Tricksters." And while this silences the entire hall, does the man send me yet another Million Galleon smile as he says: "You seriously are a clever lad, you are. Got it from your dad, you did." And while I wonder how my dad could have known a god, does the man scrape his throat and say:
"Which brings me to why I am here in the first place. Now, as the little lad beside me has just confirmed, I am Hermes. God of Travelers, Tricksters and just about everything else that the Gods created but didn't like so that they threw away and gave to me. Makes me happy, whenever they do so, you know, really does."

At this do some of the witches in red and blue robes and hats look at the man as if he's lost it, before he waves his hands high above his head and says: "But we're not here for me, no Gods on Olympus no, I'm not and you're not and he certainly isn't." He then ends, again motioning for me with his finger before he goes on and says:
"You're all here for this – this minor, insignificant, every day occurring hearing of underage magic being cast. Trust me, Hecate is going mad every time a youngster does magic when he shouldn't, pheeyew, makes me glad I'm not here. Speaking of me, I'm not here for me, I'm here to announce something important."
But then the man turns stern and serious, his entire face almost changing from the easy-going, ever happy business man to someone who would fire his employees for even sneezing in another employees face as he says: "Ladies and Gentlemen of the Wizengamot, I present to you, my father, the King of the Gods, lord Zeus!"

And instantly all eyes are at the entrance to the room, where an amazing man with short cropped brown hair and a neatly trimmed brown and grey beard walks in, his electrical blue eyes showing a power that instantly proves the truth of the other man's words, even while I for some reason don't feel frightened by this power at all.
The man walks forward from the door, his step both powerful as well as calculated and heartfelt, proving that this is a man on a mission and when he passes me, do I feel like shaking my head as I could have sworn I saw him send me a short loving glance, one that I sometimes see Mr. Weasley give his sons and daughter.
Wondering why such a powerful man could send me a glance like that, do I hear his voice as it sounds to be coming from all around me as he speaks and asks: "A little dramatic, don't you think?" But the God of pranksters seems to disagree as he shrugs and asks: "Had to make sure they believed it was you, didn't I?"

Making the God of the Skies roll his eyes shortly before he asks: "The scroll, if you please?" And just by that one word, do I realize that I suddenly got into something that is way bigger than my current case and that – for some reason I cannot understand – makes me feel as if my entire life is about to change – for the better.

Zeus' POV

Fifteen years I have waited for this and this! This is the situation in which I find myself explaining to the world who I am and why I'm here. This was the absolutely last place I had ever wanted to do this, but – seeing everything I have witnessed, especially over the last year – can I not help but feel that this is just the best thing to do.
I take the scroll from my son, the one of many that the man is holding and say: "Go fetch our criminals." The God of Travelers nodding and while his happy, excited smile is still in place, do his eyes prove that he takes this just as seriously as I do, before he suddenly disappears due to his own increased speed.
At this I can't help the small proud smirk that grows on my face as I cannot wait for those four bastards to get their well-deserved due, before I again turn from Fudge, who I had been staring at while walking in and ordering Hermes, to my own little son, who looks at me baffled and confused as I softly say:

"Get out of that chair, Harrison, Hermes will be needing it in a minute." And while the boy looks shocked and confused, does he follow my request, some of the Wizengamot members looking shocked that I spoke so gently to the boy before suddenly three of the very same chairs appear on both sides of where the lad sat.
Harry's head flashes back and forth as he looks at the chairs in shock and I say: "You might want to take a few steps forward, Harrison. Hermes will be here soon and he might run you over if you don't." And while the boy's green eyes are still wide with shock, does he follow my advice, which isn't a second too soon.
As exactly a second later, do three powerful rushing winds fly past the chairs, one of them dropping a young adult in the first chair, the second dropping another an elder woman and a young girl – who differs only a year in age with my son – and a boy of Harry's age off in the other seat, before the third binds and gags the four people.
All four of them have bright red hair, wide eyes and are screaming in pure shock and disgrace as they realize what has happened, but while Harry looks at the four absolutely devastated and confused, do I feel the smirk on my face growing as I look at their predicament, already envisioning how they will feel in only a few moments from now.

The four then notice me and the elder woman, who is obviously the mother, starts screaming behind her gag, obviously trying to reprimand me and make me release her, but all her screaming voice does is make my grin be replaced for a furious grimace before I dig within myself and allow for my power to unleash itself.
Instantly a flash of thunder strikes down between the woman's feet and while she screams in terrified shock, do I feel horrible as Harrison turns to me and shouts: "Stop it! What are you doing! Those are my friends!" However, when I turn my angry gaze from them to my own son, does doubt fill the eyes of the now trembling boy as he asks:
"A-Aren't they?" And I only shake my head once, not wanting to hurt my son more than necessary, but then one of the people in the Wizengamot asks: "Of course they are! Everyone knows about Potter's friendship with the Weasleys. Who else should they be?" And while I hate myself for these words, do I still ask:
"How about treacherous traitors that have been conspiring against him and have been causing him pain not unlike the betrayal of Lily and James caused your world?" And the woman that spoke is instantly silenced with shock, while the trembling voice of my son breaks my immortal heart as it asks: "What – what are you talking about?"

He then turns to the traitors again as he asks: "They – they couldn't have." He then turns to me again and asks almost breathlessly: "Could they?" And while more than anything do I wish that I could spare my son the truth, do I instead ignore his question as I turn to Hermes, knowing this next step has to be taken as I say:
"Go fetch him. I want him here when everything is revealed. He needs to be here, for Harrison's sake." And while this seems to worry and hurt my little Lightning Bolt even more, does Hermes nod, all the laughter and happiness now off his face before he again disappears in a flash of his own speed, running off yet again.
I then turn back to my son, who seems to be growing his strength back as he asks: "Who – who else of my friends do you want to imprison?" But at this I close my eyes and shake my head and say: "This man will not be imprisoned, Harrison. I don't want him here to hurt you, rather, I want him here – to support you."
This seems to both appease and worry Harrison even more before suddenly Hermes returns and with him comes a man that I have been forced to watch suffer for as long as my own little boy, a man with matted black hair, softly shining grey-blue eyes and who is wearing quite the nice suit to hide away the malnourishment of his form.

Everyone around me screams in shock as they see him and some even draw their wands, angering me in releasing new bolts of lightning all around the courtroom, a clear warning to all those that did to drop their wands before I look back to the man, seeing him smirk at me as if he expected no less of me and he says:
"I sure missed seeing you lose control like that." The words alone abating my anger and making me smile back at the man before I say: "Go, Harrison needs you. Just look behind you and you'll see why." And when the man does, do his eyes widen before he turns to me, wanting to ask a question before he nods and walks.
I watch him as he does and when I sense a spell coming from behind me, do I instantly summon a storm cloud to catch the spell, eradicating it and the cloud at the same time and shocking the caster, which I am certain is the Minister himself before I smile as Sirius reaches my son and asks: "You got any idea about this, Harry?"
And just this calm way of the man addressing his little boy – our little boy – is enough to make several other wands drop out of the hands of their shocked owners before I scrape my throat and turn to the man who – while he came to my son's defence – didn't even seem bothered with the kind of hearing as I say:

"Dumbledore please, put a Privacy spell around Harrison and Sirius. I don't want Harrison to hear the crimes of these runts here, it won't be right for him. He must learn of it in an environment where he feels safe and loved and had this not been his initial hearing, then I would not have let this event transpire here in the first place."

And while my son had wanted to object when I spoke of the Privacy spell, does he hold silent as I speak of what my true wishes are, his eyes showing both his confusion as well as a form of trust I had not expected to already receive from the badly hurting lad before Dumbledore, seeing the same look nods and draws his wand.
He then casts the spell and while the four in their seats are still silenced by shock due to my earlier lightning bolts – one of them hitting the elder lad when he tried fighting his chains upon seeing Sirius arrive – do they turn from the two, Harry now having a transparent bubble around his head, to me, their eyes shocked and afraid.
At this I can't help but smirk, feeling that their fear is nothing if not well-deserved and I quickly gather the magic of my inner strength within my vocal cords, making my voice thunder throughout the entire room and making the female half of the foursome shriek in fear as I loudly declare for all those around me to hear:

"Molly Anne, Percival Ignatius, Ronald Billius and Ginerva Molly, the four of you may think that your actions go unnoticed. You may think that you are hiding the disgusting acts of your schemes against Harrison over there. But you could not be more wrong, for nothing – NOTHING – escapes the eyes of the Gods!"
And with that do I show them a smirk that is purely based on my delighted thoughts of what I will soon be able to unleash upon them, the four of them starting to tremble heavily upon seeing this and while I suppress these thoughts, do I turn to Hermes, the man's cringe proving I have failed slightly as I say:
"Bring him in, I want the only Weasley worth being here present when I reveal the crimes of these nobodies." And the man nods, rushing over, but not using his full speed as he runs for the doors, opens them and says: "You better come in here. Don't ask, I don't care and neither does the big guy, just get in. You need to be here, okay?"
And while I wonder if the aged man standing on the other side of the door even noticed the God of Travels pass him two times, does Arthur Weasley walk in, his eyes widening at first upon seeing Sirius and Harrison together and then worsening when he walks past and sees the tied up forms of his wife, sons and daughter.

He then turns to me and asks: "Who – who are you? Why – why is my family chained up? And – and how did Sirius even get here?" And while some of those around me gasp at the sound of the man's first name, do I keep my calm, understanding beyond words how confused and worried the father must be as I say:
"Sirius is here because Hermes brought him here on my request. He is here to be of support of Harrison, something both of you will need when I am done. Your family is chained up, because – when I have spoken – you will wish you never even met them. And I mean this not in a dangerous way to you, but to them."
This shocks the man and he asks: "What – what did they –? What did they do?" He then whispers as he asks, his entire form ignoring how his wife and daughter are screaming behind him, obviously attempting to make him disbelief what I am saying and while I feel that there is hope for this man, do I simply say:

"Go stand with Harrison and Sirius." And the man nods at the dismissal, following my orders while he still ignores how his entire family is now trying to reach him while chained up and how they try shouting at him, before I regain their attention by letting a new array of lightning bolts fly past their chained feet with Hermes' speed.
The four of them look at the spots on the floor that were struck, spots that were only centimeters away from their feet, while their eyes are now wide in fear, having been wide in need when they were shouting before I focus my attention back on the scroll Hermes handed me, unrolling it loudly before I cough and say:

"Molly Anne Weasley née Prewett, by orders of Zeus and Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, you have been accused of illegal theft of the Potter vaults, the Potter properties, the Potter faculties and the Potter shares and stocks, along with attempts to transfer the rights of all these Potter Heritages over to the House of Weasley and Prewett."
Instantly the woman is white as snow, her entire face showing how shocked she is at me knowing this while I continue and say: "You are also accused of using an Illegal Mother-Son-Daughter spell in order to legalize these transfers and in aiding your youngest in the concoction of Illegal Jealousy and Amortentia Potions."
Instantly several gasps spread throughout the room, all of them female, while some males can also be heard through the noise and while I feel pleased that several of those around me are now starting to understand the severity of the situation, can I not help myself as I turn to my son, Sirius shaking his head when he sees this.
I then quickly glance at my son, feeling relieved when I see him look from me to the man now holding him with a worried embrace before I turn back to the white faced woman, feeling both extremely pleased that I got her to look like that and feeling slightly angered with myself that I won't be punishing her personally.

I then turn away from her, cough again to get everyone's attention and say: "Percival Ignatius Weasley, by orders of Zeus and Athena, have you been accused of accepting the illegal stolen money from Molly Anne Weasley née Prewett along with riling up several groups of students in the attempt to hurt and endanger young Harrison.
Your actions have caused for young Harrison to break the Hogwarts Record of most Hospital Wing visits within a single Month in his first year, for him to experience Heart-failure in his second and for him to be endangered with four Seventh Year Students of Hufflepuff House by attempting to rape his person in his fourth."
At this do several witches and wizards around me start to shout, me keeping my energy and abilities in check as they start to draw their wands and Percival looking around at all of the angered people around him with a rigid stance over his body while his eyes are wide with betrayal, making me shake my head at his stupidity.

I then turn my proud smirk – proud because of the behavior around me – into an angered glare as I turn to the last of the males, Ronald already white with fear before I have even laid my eyes on him and instantly, upon one of the wizards around me seeing this, do he hush those around them, making silence stretch around me again.
I keep my glare on the lad just a few minutes longer before I reopen the scroll and speak: "Ronald Billius Weasley, by orders of Zeus and Athena, have you been accused of accepting illegal stolen money from Molly Anne Weasley-Prewett and of joining in the illegal casting of the Mother-Son-Daughter spell.
You have further been accused of using said spell to – whether directly or indirectly – order around young Harrison and, throughout the period of time of the Second and Third Task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, lead him away from any and all aids of magic and person that could have saved him and the life of Cedric Amos Diggory.
You are therefore indirectly accused of aiding in murder and finally are you further accused of conspiring to use the same Illegal Spellwork to make Hermione Jeanne Granger your wife and slut – as were your own words heard by the portrayal of one of my own deceased sons on the 14th of January, this very year."

I then end, using my powers to again thunder the last three words throughout the entire hall, while everyone has now kept their silence since they were shocked to hear about the accusation of murder and then Fudge seems to finally have regrown his constantly vanishing and reappearing backbone as he coughs and asks:
"Milord, I am truly sorry for asking, but – but do you do you perhaps have proof that Ronald Billius conspired or aided in the murder of Cedric Diggory?" And I smile at the man as I say: "Yes. Yes, I do indeed, as Harrison has constantly been ordered by Ronald Billius not to share a single thing he learned with his fellow Champion.
Harrison could have possibly – had it not been Ronald Billius – learned something that could have saved Cedric Diggory's life and therefore – because of Ronald Billius – was Harrison incapable of doing anything when he and young Cedric were kidnapped and, later, when Cedric Diggory was struck with the Killing Curse."
At this Fudge gulps, the sound of my voice making him probably feel as if he were back on that field, back in that moment when he discovered that Cedric was indeed dead and then I decide to finally get to where I want to be most, the point of this all that I have been building myself up to as I turn to the youngest of the four.

The girl tries to act innocent and scared as she looks at me, but this only infuriates me further as I thunder through the room: "Ginerva Molly, by orders of Zeus and Athena, have you been accused of accepting illegal money from Molly Anne and of using said illegal money to pay off the illegal services of one Vernon Dursley."
This, while it makes Dumbledore whiten in shock, makes Fudge mumble: "Dursley? Wait a minute." And while the man rummages through the papers on his desk, do I continue: "You are further accused of using said illegal services in order to – in the summer of 1993, 1994 and this current – rape one young Harrison repeatedly.
And finally are you accused of joining in the usage of the illegal Mother-Son-Daughter spellwork and of using said spell to prevent Harrison from bonding to anyone bar yourself, in conspiring in the last act of Percival Ignatius and in conspiring to recast said Illegal Spell to turn Harrison into your own personal whore, as were your words."
By now several members of the people around me are shouting in disgust and abhorrence and I smirk widely, feeling pleased beyond words that those around me will make sure none of the four before me will escape their rightful punishment before I silence them with a loud scraping of my throat before I speak and say:

"You have hereby been sentenced to official Wizengamot punishment with the Divine Orders not to have any punishment that will not result in your own direct or indirect demise. This sentence is solely included for Percival Ignatius, Molly Anne and Ronald Billius. Ginerva Molly will receive further punishment at later time."
Then, while feeling giddy with glee and excitement, do I send a quick glance at Dumbledore to make him lower the privacy spell around Harrison before I thunder through the room and say: "So speaks Lord Zeus! God of Thunder, Lord of the Skies, King of the Gods and Divine Father of one Harrison Juno Black, a.k.a. Harry James Potter."

WOW, CLIFFHANGER!
Okay, so I just want to let you know that this will be the first chapter of this story and pretty much the one-to-last chapter taking place in the HP universe. It will also be the last chapter revolving around the four Weasley Bashed and will from here on out base the entire story on Harry entering the Divine world.
There will be mentions of the HP world throughout the story, but I plan to let Harry have a very significant role in most of the Percy Jackson movies – I am still doubtful of whether or not I will let the Heroes of Olympus series be included – and because of this do I want to bring a swift end to Harry's stay in England.
Like I mentioned in the last AN, this story is up for Votes, it can be chosen as my next story, but for that to happen, do I first need at least 50 VOTES IN TOTAL! So if you want this story, go to my account and VOTE MY POLL! Also, as a final note do I want to say that Nicholas Ruien is making his own version of this challenge.
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Venquine1990