Author's Notes:

Alright, was planning on keeping this close to the vest, but someone was paying attention to my little hint a few chapters back in Revival of Soul Magic, so I figured, might as well post the first chapter of this story here and now, and update it periodically. There will be a familiar face from Revival, you'll find in most of my Potterverse stories, they're a recurring idea. Word of warning for those who may not like this fact, it's a more modern AU. Hogwarts will take place from 2011 to 2017. I can already hear the year purist haters right now, so shut up. If you haven't already guessed about the plot of the story from the title, this will have to be modern for the ease of access for certain things to make sense, since this concept is my own take on this particular magic. So, without ado…

In a small house on number 4, Privet Drive of Little Whinging in Surrey England, a young boy of the age of 7 named Harry Potter was tinkering with his relative's television set while they were away. Recently, young Harry had been fascinated with technology, much to the mixed reaction of his aunt and uncle, Petunia and Vernon Dursley, who didn't know what to think of the boy. Vernon thought he was nothing more than a freak, much like his deceased parents who were part of a different world than he was. A world of magic. Petunia wasn't sure how she should feel about her biological nephew. On one hand, he had shown a connection to magic, much like her sister, Lily had, on the other, it was rare for the boy to show any indication unless he was in distress. She was especially confused about how to feel since he had developed a knack for technology.

"Just a few more watts, that's what it needs." Said Harry to himself. The past two years in his life, Harry had taken a fascination in technology, tinkering and tampering with certain types of technology and seeing how they worked and figuring out how to improve them, something he'd taken to frequently just to make sure his Uncle Vernon didn't turn spiteful immediately as long as he was entertained.

"Boy!" shouted Vernon from the front door as he and his wife returned to their humble, and if you asked Vernon, 'normal' home. "We're back! Is everything cleaned?!" Vernon's shouting caused Harry to jump and slip from his tinkering, making the television short circuit, and shock him before expelling a puff of smoke.

"Argh!" shouted Harry as he dropped the television, electricity having coursed through him for a brief moment. Vernon barged into the living room when he heard the crash. He pushed passed Harry and inspected the television. "Everything would've been, had you not shouted, you big lummox." Muttered Harry. He'd started acting out more whenever Vernon did something to ruin something he'd been working on and letting the walrus sized man hear it as often as he could.

"What was that, Freak?!"

"You heard me! I had everything finished and food being cooked. Everything would've been done and cleaned if you hadn't shouted and made me drop the tele, you stupid oaf!" Vernon went to smack Harry across the cheek when there was a knock at the door.

"I'll deal with you later," said Vernon quietly as he grabbed Harry's shirt and tossed him into the cupboard they forced him to sleep in before going to the door. Petunia stood by the cupboard as Vernon opened the door.

"Why do you put up with him," asked Harry as he peered out. Petunia stayed quiet as she watched the man she married greet whoever was at the door. She'd been asking herself the same question for a while. 3 years prior, Vernon had taken their son, Dudley, out to watch a football game. Petunia had stayed behind, football not being something she enjoyed. Normally, she'd go with them, but that day she had chosen not to, and afterwards asked if things would've gone differently. Vernon's road rage had gotten the better of him, and he got into a car crash, one Dudley did not survive. Since then, Vernon had changed, become more violent, and had taken his anger out on both Harry, and her.

"Hello," asked Vernon as he opened the door to see who was there. Standing before him was a short woman looking to be in her early twenties with white hair and scarlet eyes. She wore a white tank top and short shorts and had scorch marks on her face and her grin showed elongated canines.

"Hi, I'll make this brief. My car wrecked, my phones dead, and I need to borrow a phone to call someone to help me out. Mind being a generous person and letting me in?"

"U-uh. Of course…" said Vernon, tongue tied after seeing the unusual woman in front of him.

"Thanks. Guess you Englishmen are gentlemen." She walked in and looked around the house. "And there's the boring tastes I've heard about. Actually, there's boring and then there's bland. Take a guess what I think of this place." Harry snorted, trying to contain his laughter. Petunia banged the door, irritated by the unusual guest and her nephew's jab at her taste in furniture. "Mind handing me a phone?"

"There's a landline in the living room," said Petunia. She smacked Vernon's shoulder as he stared at the white haired American girl. The woman spotted the television's smoking remains on the floor.

"What the hell happened here?!"

"N-nothing!" said Vernon. "Just an accident."

"One you caused, you elephant sized buffoon," said Harry through the cupboard door. Vernon hit the door making Harry back up. The woman's ears perked up and she turned to the couple.

"Who was that?"

"No one," said Vernon, a little too quickly. "There's no one here except me and my wife."

"Then why did I hear someone else speak up and call you a buffoon?"

"I'm in here!" said Harry as he banged on the door, seeing a way to get out of Vernon's wrathful presence. "In the cupboard!"

"Sounds like a kid." The woman pulled out a wand, something Vernon and Petunia noticed instantly.

"You're one of those freaks!" shouted Vernon. "Get out of my…" she waved the wand, making him go silent as Petunia moved away from the cupboard. Vernon clutched his throat as she waved the wand and unlocked the cupboard and Harry watched as it flew open.

"Whoa…" said Harry. "How did you?…"

"Magic kid," said the woman as she put the wand back in it's hiding place. (If you know her personality from the other story, guess where that could be.) She turned to him. "What did you mean when you said he caused the TV to break.

"I was tinkering with it when they got home, he shouted at me, made me jump and drop the TV. He knows I work on things around the house whenever he's gone, he brags about his 'new toys' to the neighbors whenever he gets the chance."

"Wait, you work with tech?"

"Yeah. Kinda needed something to do when I was done with my chores."

"And those chores would be?"

"Everything around the house from cooking to cleaning to gardening." The woman looked into the cupboard and saw the mattress, Harry saw her eyes widen and nodded when she looked at him questioningly. She turned to Petunia who looked away, a bit of makeup poorly covering a bruise on her neck.

"Well, guess I need to make two calls then. One to my friend, and one to the police." Vernon's face was a mix of horror and anger as it turned an impressive shade of red. Even though he couldn't be heard, he was ranting and getting angrier the more he couldn't hear his own voice. "Whoa. Never seen that shade before. What do you call that?"

"I've taken to calling that one 'Wrathful Radish'," said Harry. "You know? Red up top, white below."

"Not bad, Kid."

"The name's Harry."

"Still just gonna call you Kid." Harry was about to make a comment when he saw Vernon grab a picture off the wall and chuck it at the woman.

"Look out!" Harry stepped between the painting and her and held up his arms to block it, only to find it stopped in midair. Harry looked at the painting and turned to the woman.

"Don't look at me, Kid. This is all you." Harry turned to the picture and saw wires and cables holding the painting in the air in front of him. He looked where they were coming from and saw they were from the television.

"I'm doing this?"

"Well I sure as shit can't use magic like that." The wires and cables dropped the picture before grabbing Vernon as he pushed his way passed Petunia, knocking her into the staircase, hitting her head on one of the exposed steps on the way down. Vernon struggled against the cables, his anger blinding him to what he had just done. "Wow, you really hate magic, don't you. So much so you can't even see what your anger has caused." She walked over to Petunia and did her best to try and heal her, but knew she needed a hospital. She turned to Vernon and saw gasping. "And now you're having a heart attack. Kid, let him down. Give him some dignity while he dies."

"How do I?..."

"Just picture the wires dropping him. I think that should do the trick."

"You mean you don't know?"

"Kid, I've never seen magic using technology before, I've seen magic enhanced technology, hell I own a company that develops it. But this is new to me." Harry pictured the wires and cables dropping his obese uncle and watched as he fell to the ground and started clutching at his chest. The woman stood over him and saw the look of fear in his eyes. "See you in hell, angry No-Mag." She turned to Harry. "Alright, Kid. I'm going to use the phone, call my friend to help with my car, then call an ambulance."

"Remember to dial 999, not 911." The woman paused as she picked up the phone.

"Right, forgot we're in the UK. Thanks, Kid."

"It's Harry."

"Whatever." Harry stood over Vernon as he went still, eyes glassy and lifeless. Harry said nothing before checking on Petunia. He saw her head wound and frowned. Even though Petunia was emotionally distant, since Dudley's death, and Vernon's subsequent increase in anger. The two found themselves forming an unlikely bond in their pain suffered from Vernon. Petunia opened her eyes slightly and saw Harry kneeling next to her.

"What do you want, boy?"

"I was checking on you. Vernon pushed you and made you hit your head on the stairs. I think you have a concussion. That woman is going to call an ambulance so they can examine you." She sat up, slowly, and looked at him.

"You need to leave."

"What?"

"You heard me. When they find the bruises on me, there will be an investigation, and I will go to jail for letting this abuse happen to you. I'm not going to jail. You have to leave."

"And where am I supposed to go?!"

"Anywhere. Nowhere. It's up to you. Before you go, your mother left a trunk for you. It's in the attic. It's no doubt filled with magical items."

"Mum was a…"

"A witch. I resented that fact, I even tried to keep it from you. Guess I didn't do that well enough, it seems. Both your parents were magical, they were killed in a war that was being fought in the Wizarding World. That's why you were brought here, I was your last living blood relative. The trunk is locked with a combination lock. I don't know it. Take it, leave this house, and never return." Harry saw the tired look in her eyes and tried saying something when the woman walked over.

"Some family you got here, Kid."

"Relatives, not family."

"Yikes, that bad of a relationship huh? Look what I'm talking about, an abusive bastard, and a distant… I want to say… aunt? Let's go with aunt and say I'm right." Harry stood up and went up the stairs.

"Need help getting the trunk?"

"Yes, have you called the ambulance?"

"Not yet. Don't know your relative's names, and I don't want to seem suspicious being a stranger and all."

"Their names are Petunia and Vernon Dursley." Harry went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water. He handed it to his aunt, trying to keep her awake.

"Go find that trunk, Kid. I'll call an ambulance." Harry made his way to the attic and looked for a trunk in the mess of junk they kept up there. After a few minutes of searching, he found a trunk with the initials 'L.E.' etched into the lid. He ran his hand over it and spotted the combination lock.

"Now I just need to figure out the combination."

"Is that it?" He jumped and turned around, seeing the woman standing nearby.

"I think so."

"Alright." She shrunk the trunk and handed it him. "Put that into your pocket, Kid. I just called the ambulance, they'll be here soon. I'll take you to my car, you can wait there while I keep your aunt company." The woman led him to a dark red Chrysler Sebring with a smoking engine.

"What happened to your car?"

"It's a rental. Engine gave out on me when I gunned it."

"Why were you in this neighborhood?"

"Visiting my dad nearby, got pissed, wanted to vent, boom, wasted piece of shit rental"

"Least you can pay for it."

"Yeah, but it sucks I couldn't bring my baby here. A beautiful dark blue, almost black '67 Impala. Best car you'll ever see."

"I'll take your word for it. Ms. …"

"Name's Isabel, Kid. Isabel Daniels. Just call me Isabel, not Izzy. Got it?" Harry climbed into the passenger seat, moving Isabel's bag to the floor of the car and looked at her as she closed the door. "I've got a DS in the bag. Knock yourself out. When I get back, I'll take you wherever you want to go. Your welcome to stay with me, I'd like to see how that magic of yours works." Harry nodded before searching for the DS. Isabel walked back to the house and stopped, feeling someone watching her. She looked around and spotted an old woman peering through her window at her before quickly moving away. She sniffed the air before squinting. "A Last Generation? Why are you spying on this house?" Isabel decided not to be careless and casted an Obliviation spell at the old woman, erasing her memory of anything in the past hour.

A few minutes later, after skillfully acting like an old friend of the Dursley's and giving her report of what happened to Vernon, getting angry at his wife and trying to kill her, only to succumb to a heart attack, Isabel went back to the car and found Harry fiddling with her phone. "Hey! Drop it!"

"Why do you have so many naked pictures of yourself on here?!"

"How did you?…"

"Used the car battery and the charger in your bag. Used a spring from the back seats to act as a conductor between the battery and the charger." Isabel looked behind him and found the seat cut up and its springs exposed.

"Why the hell did you do that?"

"Got bored."

"How did you do that?"

"With this." Harry handed her a pair of old scissors he used as a makeshift multi-tool whenever he worked on items around the house.

"Is this the only tool you had?"

"It's the only thing Vernon let me have."

"And you managed to work on everything with just this?" Harry nodded and Isabel chuckled. "Damn, Kid. I may just adopt you. God knows I need a sidekick, especially someone as innovative as you. What's your last name, Kid?"

"Potter, Isabel. My name is Harry Potter."

"Wait a minute. The Harry Potter?!"

"What?"

"Dude, you're famous."

"I am?"

"I'll explain later. For now, just keep playing with the DS, and don't break it. I've had that thing for a while, you break it, you buy me a replacement."

"I can improve it if you want."

"No. It's fine as is. If I want something better, I'll buy a newer model."

"Alright."

"I gotta say, Kid. You're pretty brave, sticking yourself between me and that picture frame earlier. Thanks for that, but I'd have been fine."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'm not your average witch. I'm a dhampir."

"What's a dhampir?"

"Half human, half vampire, 100% badass, and the hottest chick on the planet."

"Someone thinks highly of themselves."

"Of course. Dude, I look good for my age!"

"And how old are you?" Isabel grabbed his cheek. "Ow."

"Lesson number 1, Kid, never ask a lady her age. Got it?"

"Got it."

"Good." She let go as a tow truck pulled up. "Here's my friend. Hey, Graham." Harry looked at the mechanic and saw a young man with a large wrench in his hand.

"Isabel! How's my favorite half dead chick?!"

"Half dead? That's hurtful, Graham. Can you get us to the airport?"

"Us?" She jabbed her thumb towards Harry and Graham looked at the young boy. "You got a kid?!"

"Meet my new protégé, Harry Potter."

"Man, I'd love to switch places with you right now, kid! You get the chance to work with one of the hottest, smartest babes on the planet!"

"Thanks for the flattery, your still not getting me in bed with you."

"Oh, come on, Izzy!" Graham squeaked as Izzy kneed him in the crotch. Harry cringed and covered his own crotch as Izzy looked at Graham.

"I told you once before, never call me Izzy. There's only one person who's allowed to call me that, and he's been dead for a while. Just get us to airport, Graham."

"Yes ma'am," squeaked out the mechanic before he hooked up the rental car and climbed into his truck. Isabel climbed into the cars driver seat and kicked her feet up onto the wheel, reclining her seat and closing her eyes.

"Wake me when we get to the airport, Kid."

"Aren't you going to tell me why I'm so famous?"

"Oh, that. Well, you're the only person in existence to survive the Killing Curse."

"What?"

"Your aunt told you about the war your parents died in, your parents were one of the people on the front lines. We know this because the leader of the Death Eaters, basically the Wizarding World's equivalent of Nazis, targeted your family directly and killed them both. He must've wanted to send a message to the rest of the Wizarding World, because he tried killing you. Most called what happened next a miracle because not only did you survive, Voldemort was killed. Now most of the Wizarding World sees you as a messiah."

"That sounds stupid."

"Well, not many people have common sense in the Wizarding World. They're mostly lazy privileged assholes who don't bother learning anything other than the basics of magic to use in everyday life."

"So, they take it for granted as much as regular people do technology?"

"Pretty much. And yet, despite that, No-Mag people still fear us, and we have people who still fear them. And even with Voldemort being dead, his followers are still trying to push for a war with the Mundane World. Even though such a war will kill us if they deem it necessary to use nuclear weapons. The only thing that can destroy magic, radiation."

"Radiation can destroy magic?"

"Yeah. We found that little tidbit out at the end of the World War II. Wizards and witches were living in both Hiroshima and Nagasaki, magical protections were surrounding several homes and magical facilities. But when the Japanese government went to check on the Wizarding Communities in both cities, they found the magic gone. No trace of it at all. Later tests conducted by the American Wizarding government, MACUSA, showed the radiation acts as a natural form of anti-magic. It was especially harmful to anything with magic, killing them instantly with the same amount of rads it takes just to make someone mildly sick with radiation poisoning without it being fully lethal just yet. And the concentration of radiation in both cities was high."

"That sounds horrifying."

"It is. I've been trying to find a way to diminish its effects on us, but so far, nothing works. I know I'm close with finding something, but I can't figure out what I need to do."

"I'm sure you'll get there eventually."

"Thanks for the words of encouragement, Kid."

"Are you ever going to call me by my name?"

"Only if I'm angry. Consider this your only warning, Kid. Do not make me angry. It is not a pretty sight. You saw what I do to people when I'm just upset, that should be enough of an example for you."

"OK!" said Harry. Isabel smirked as she heard the slight amount of fear in his voice.

"Good that we understand one another. Now just wake me when we get to the airport." Isabel fell asleep as Harry looked outside his window, wondering what his life had just become, and what he might learn from the mysterious half vampire.

Not much was shared between the two as they flew on Isabel's private jet to the United States. As soon as Harry left the air space of the UK, a sound of alarms sounded in large castle hidden by magic in the Highlands of Scotland, and a man with a long grey beard grew worried. 'Harry's left the country? The Dursley's should've stayed where they were living, not go traveling. What's going on?' Dumbledore disapparated to Little Whinging and altered his clothing to Muggle attire from the 70's. When he arrived at Privet Drive, he felt something off about the area.

'The Blood Wards are down. Has something happened to Harry?' Dumbledore walked to Number 4 and knocked on the door. Petunia Dursley, having a good idea who was at the door, refused to open it.

"Leave me alone, Dumbledore! The boy is gone! My family is dead! Your presence here is not welcome!" She aimed Vernon's old gun at the door in case the old wizard decided to magic his way in.

"Petunia, please tell me where Harry is."

"I have no clue! Good riddance! Don't even try using your magic to get in here! I have a gun and will not hesitate to fire!" Dumbledore paused as he was about to do just that and search Petunia's mind. He didn't want to know how accurate she was with the gun and didn't want to risk it going wild and hitting anyone who may be behind him. He backed away from the door and left the lot. Petunia made sure he left the lot, peering through the window, before putting the gun away and breathing a sigh of relief.

Dumbledore decided he should speak with his spy in the neighborhood and went to the home of Arabella Figg. He knocked on the door and watched as the old squib opened the door. "Oh, hello, Albus."

"Good evening, Arabella. Just checking in on everything here while I have some time to myself. Tell me, how's young Harry? Has anything unusual happened?"

"No. Not that I can think of. Why?"

"Do you happen to know where Harry is right now?"

"I suspect he's at home. There's school tomorrow, and nothing's happened here. Poor dear. I think Vernon might have been hurting him, and his aunt. Ever since young Dudley passed."

"Are you sure he's there?"

"Yes. Why?" Dumbledore looked her in the eye and found a large gap in her memory, an hour she could not account for.

'She's been Obliviated. Someone's no doubt taken Harry. Has something happened to young Harry?' Dumbledore tried restoring her memory using the Elder Wand, but found, even with its power, it could not reverse the Obliviation. "I guess everything is fine then. Have a good night, Arabella." Mrs. Figg bid the wizened old wizard goodnight and closed her door. Dumbledore Apparated back to Hogwarts and started pacing. 'How could this happen?! First the tracking charms I tried placing on Harry when he was a baby failed, and now this. Whoever's taken Harry must be a very intelligent person to have covered their tracks as easily as they have here.'

As Harry and Isabel sat in the her jet, she sneezed. "Bless you," said Harry.

"Don't say that. I know it's polite and all, but it's original intention was because people thought a demon was trying to posses you. Fucking idiots."

"You hate religion, don't you?"

"Not a fan. Being half-vampire kind of gives way to people thinking that the old Stoker stereotypes will do anything. Really, vampire physiology is closest the portrayals from Anne Rice more than anything, give or take a few examples."

"Like?"

"Crosses don't do shit. The first vampire, my father by the way, did receive his powers from Lucifer himself, but given Lucifer's heavenly origins, this means a cross won't work. Garlic is little more than a slight irritant to our sense of smell, really anything pungent can do that. The need to feed is more prevalent in newly turned vamps and goes away after some time. Not completely, of course, but enough to stay alive for years without needing to feed. Only the newly turned need to avoid the sun, for at least a month, this is because for some unknown reason, the skin becomes photosensitive when they turn.

"The natural beauty of the turned vampire is enhanced, making them both stand out, and seem completely inconspicuous to whoever is watching them. The glowing eye thing is a movie and book gimmick only. They have reflections, don't know where that idea came from. The feeding she described is the same, so's the loss of all bodily fluids besides blood. They have superior strength, speed, and, in the rarest cases, intelligence. Stakes through the heart don't do much than keep them in place long enough to decapitate. The stake halts the heart's beating and makes them sluggish."

"Where do you fall into all of this?"

"As far as I know, I'm the first of my kind. My white hair and red eyes are the two most noticeable features indicating my vampiric heritage. That and my fangs. My top two canines are enlarged slightly, something I always show off with a grin. When I want to feed, the bottom two come out. My beauty is unsurpassed, and that's not idle boasting, most find the exotic and unnatural to be the most beautiful. It's basic psychology. My intelligence is near genius level, though that's more than likely because of both parents. I don't need to feed, but when I do feed, the type of blood gives a boost in certain attributes. For example, A- can boost my strength while B+ boosts my speed. When I don't drink blood, I can pass as an average human in terms of strength, speed and stamina. Though I still outclass everyone in terms of beauty and brains."

"Humbleness as well, I take it." She chuckled.

"Funny. My best friend used to say the same thing." Harry saw her expression turn solemn.

"Sorry."

"Not your fault, Kid. He was just an idiot that got himself killed while fighting a war." She forced a smile and turned to him. "Enough about biology and history. Let's see what this magic of yours can do."

"Are you sure it's safe to use it on a plane?"

"Relax, Kid. I enhanced this plane to withstand a lightning storm without incident. Working with magic wouldn't affect anything. Otherwise, I'd have crashed it several times over by now when I need to work on things during international flights. Follow me." She stood up and led him to a workshop. He saw it was filled with all kinds of electrical and mechanical equipment. "This is only one of my private workshops. I come up with either new inventions, or ways to enhance No-Mag designs with magic, making them more efficient. I make a killing in the US and Japan, alone." Harry maneuvered to the bench and started going through everything on it. "In time, I'll teach you how to make your own tech, and what spells to use to enhance it. I've been doing this for *grumble* years and know just about all there is to…"

Isabel trailed off as she saw what looked like blue digital lines appear in Harry's eyes as he started assembling things together, almost on instinct. She watched him work as he started assembling a smart phone from just what was available in front of him, almost without rhyme or reason. "What the fuck…" Harry finished his work and turned the phone over in his hand. From Harry's point of view, a digital etching of the inner workings of the most recent advancement in No-Mag communication technology, the iPhone. He looked through it's schematics and saw what to replace to make it better, and ways to keep it's initial concept while altering it's design and making it's battery life longer than it's initial design. Harry finished putting it together and looked it over before handing it to Isabel.

"What's wrong," he asked when she saw her shocked face.

"Dude. How the hell did you do that?"

"I just saw how everything should be put together. Can't you do that?"

"Only from blueprints. And what the hell was going on with your eyes?" Harry looked in a mirror and found they were the same vibrant green as always.

"What's wrong with my eyes?" Isabel looked at his irises again and saw they were normal.

"Ok, that's interesting. I wonder how…" Isabel looked at him before turning to the equipment on the table. "Maybe…" She placed more equipment on the table and had Harry observe them, but not work with them just yet. She pulled out a digital camera from her bag and snapped a picture of Harry's eyes when the lines showed up again. She turned the camera to him and grinned. "Take a look, Kid."

"Whoa…" said Harry as he observed the picture. "Is that what happens when I see those designs?"

"You're telling me you've seen designs before?"

"Yeah. Every time I work on something."

"Kid, I think you've just created a new branch of magic, well sort of. Back in my teaching days, there was a study of something like you described, but it failed after just a few months of observation. You can see technological designs and develop them with ease, can control electrical devices that you've modified. I wonder what else you can do."

"I can read code."

"You mean, like binary?"

"Yes, among other things. I can understand and decipher computer coding and how to trace, replicate, or negate certain software with a simple glance. Vernon had me debug his pc often enough that I never questioned it."

"That's impressive. I think I lucked out in finding an apprentice." She wrapped an arm around his neck. "Kid, this is the beginning of a wonderful partner/friendship." She grinned at him, making him grin back, just glad to be away from Number 4 Privet Drive, and awaiting what may come in his new life as the assistant to one very strange dhampir inventor and innovator.

Author's Notes (End Chapter):

And here we go, an AU to an AU with the focus shifted to another type of magic. Let me know what y'all think of this one and if you want me to update this at the same rate as Revival of Soul Magic. A pairing hasn't been decided just yet, you're welcome to leave a suggestion on who you think would be a good fit for Harry in this AU. Also, if there's something you'd like to see Harry and Isabel try and recreate from any source material, within reason (no mechas), let me know, this concept leaves a lot for them to try and recreate or reinterpret. Please review, say your thoughts, express your opinions and ask your questions. Until next time, readers.