At the end of a long and tiring meeting Harry, Ginny and Dumbledore left the office. To their surprise everyone stood outside waiting. Kate stood nervously beside Mark.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Mrs Weasley asked. McGonagall asked the same of Dumbledore.

"Nothing to be alarmed about." Dumbledore looked as imperious as ever. "There were matters that needed to be discussed." He paused only briefly and then continued. "This One Power requires a different method of training than what we are used to. To accommodate this we will be adding new wings to Hogwarts."

"It will almost be a separate place of learning," Ginny added.

The Headmaster frowned. "Ah, yes. It will be further divided. As I understand, boys and girls will need to be trained separately."

"Surely it will be easier to teach them together?" McGonagall asked loudly. "Just think of all the extra administrative worked involved with managing not only one, but two new groups."

"That has been considered, Minerva." Dumbledore tried to placate the Transfiguration Professor. "It has been agreed that Harry will oversee this new endeavour. As we are led to believe, he has some experience in the matter." The Headmaster turned worried blue eyes on to the Aes Sedai. "Moiraine Sedai would be in charge of the girls." He paused. "That is to say if it does not inconvenience you." She gave Harry a cryptic look, but agreed. "Good," Dumbledore breathed out nervously as he clapped his hands together. "And then we thought that Mark Sedai would be a good choice to train the boys."

"The only choice," he grumbled good naturedly.

The Headmaster rubbed his hands in a nervous gesture. "Well seeing as that is all settled, I'll leave the preparations to Harry and his group."

McGonagall coughed, forcing the Headmaster to halt his retreat. "Who will be in this school?" The woman raised her voice, not in the least intimidated by Moiraine. "Wandless magic is a very rare talent."

Harry took a step towards her. "You are indeed correct, Professor. The school will be open only to witches and wizards older than fifteen. It takes time, years in fact, before a person is strong enough for the ability to manifest." He smiled at his professor and her face relaxed. "We will also be testing the students. Only those who pass will be taught."

"And how will my students be tested?" McGonagall asked, a few lines of tension returning. "I trust that the test will be fair and the examination based on skill and knowledge."

Harry shook his head sadly. "I'm afraid it is an inborn ability, Professor. Students can only be chosen on the basis of their innate abilities."

She appeared somewhat flustered by this revelation. "This is most disturbing, Mr Potter. I would've thought a more..."

"A more just approach?" Ginny interjected, her cheeks warming ever so slightly. For a Weasley she remained a model of calm and grace. "Students will be separated in the same way witches and wizards are separated from Muggles. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Yes, but…" McGongall spluttered.

"There are no buts, Professor." Ginny continued in an even tone that held no room for argument. "If life were fair then Harry would not have a scar on his forehead." She let the words sink in.

McGonagall's eyes narrowed.

"I'll let you sit in on my classes and the testing," Moiraine said gently to McGonagall. "I'm sure you will be pleased with how things are done."

The hallway fell silent as everyone tried to digest what had been said. The tension built gradually until it was broken by Harry's eager voice. "Are you ready to start testing, Mark?"

The young man gave a firm nod. "I came here to help and this is one way for me to be of assistance." Mark grinned. "Actually, this is more responsibility than I deserve."

"What?" Harry slapped him on the shoulder playfully as they began to turn away. "You deserve more." Mark could only shake his head. "Good." Harry faced the group again. His eyes roamed over them until falling on, "Kate."

"Yes," she replied a bit nervously.

"I think you and Ginny should start your training."

"But shouldn't I be going to the Great Hall to sort students?" Ginny asked.

"There is no need. Moiraine is more than capable of finding women with the ability to channel."

The older Aes Sedai gave an almost imperceptible nod.

"Why are you and Mark going to try and find men who can channel if Moiraine alone can suffice for women?" McGonagall asked. Beside her, Hermione looked as if she had been about to ask the same. The two stood with arms crossed, feet tapping impatiently.

"I wish we had more men to help," Mark answered before elaborating. "Women form an affinity towards other woman who can channel. They feel a sort of companionship and then once they are close enough they can sense the ability in them."

"And men?"

"We aren't so lucky," Harry replied. "We have to test each boy individually. So all in all, Moiraine has the much easier task."

"That sounds a bit unfair." Dumbledore spoke. "As I understood things, the two halves of this Power were equal."

"They are opposites yet similar. They are as different as they are alike. But when looked at as a whole they are equal."

"Interesting," Dumbledore whispered. "Then why can witches and wizards perform the same spells?"

"What wizards perform are elementary and thus tend to be similar, but I'm sure if you go through the history books you will begin to find certain differences. Women are usually more adept, while men are stronger. Women also tend to be better in spells containing air and water, while men are more talented in fire and earth."

Ginny interjected. "I think you might also find that boys will do better when a Wizard teaches a class and vice versa as there are subtle differences in the weaves between saidin and saidar."

"That is most fascinating," Dumbledore breathed out while stroking his beard. "Minerva, if this is true we might need to restructure classes while having two Professors per subject."

"I'll agree to that if it means fewer boys in my class," the Deputy Headmistress joked. They were the first relaxed words she'd spoken in a while.

Ginny looked thoughtful. "I actually think it would be a good idea. Potions, Arithmancy and others along those lines won't need to be split. Defence, charms and transfiguration should benefit, however."

"Well this is definitely food for thought." Dumbledore appeared concerned. "I am not sure if I should be thanking you or not. But for now I think we should be heading down to dinner. The school is waiting."

Deciding to skip dinner, Ginny and Kate veered down another corridor, which Harry knew would take them to the Room of Requirements. He frowned, perhaps it would have been better to teach Ron there instead of outside by the lake. Harry shrugged the thought away, he had always preferred being outside amongst nature.

Upon entering the Great Hall, Ron disappeared to his usual seat to begin piling food onto his plate. Hermione with a nod from Moiraine went to join him. Hermione could, of course, not channel. Harry felt a tinge of sadness, it was probably the first time in Hermione's life that she would not be able to do something. Hermione could always shrug off flying, she did not like it and hence never tried to improve. This was different, she was average, an idea Hermione might never come to terms with.

"Are you sure she can't channel?" Harry asked Moiraine.

The Aes Sedai did not change her expression. "She might be a talented and strong witch, Harry, but she does not have the strength to wield the One Power or to use an angreal."

Harry nodded sadly as Dumbledore went to stand behind his dais. "Quiet please." His voice reverberated with power and the hall slowly began to grow quiet.

Moiraine leaned towards Harry and whispered. "Hermione will be like Dumbledore when she grows older."

The thought made Harry relax. As long as Hermione did not hold this against herself, she could still be someone great.

Dumbledore spoke only when the hall was utterly silent. "As you all know Harry Potter has returned."

All the students, except the Slytherins, began to cheer loudly. They stamped their feet and clapped loudly.

"Thank you, now if you would be still," Dumbledore tried again. Despite his words it took a few minutes for everyone to stop cheering. The Gryffindors last of all.

"Harry has brought a form of magic to my attention which has been lost for Ages."

The hall turned deathly quiet. Each eye went wide with anticipation. "From my understanding only a few of you will be able to learn from him." Murmurs broke out. "After dinner each house will be called back into the Great Hall to be tested. I think the Slytherins should remain behind so they can be tested first. OWLS are a prerequisite as well." Most of the students moaned.

Dinner passed quickly amongst all the excited discussions amongst the older students. The others sat muttering angrily at the senior students. Soon, however, only the older Slytherins remained.

Moiraine had all the girls line up in a neat row and then she slowly walked past each one. Every now and then she'd take a girl aside to do a slightly more thorough test. While they were forming their line, Harry and Mark sat down at one of the benches and began the arduous task of finding wizards who could channel.

The first boy came to sit before Harry.

"Hi," Harry greeted. The kid looked slightly pale and unsure. "Relax, this is not going to hurt. Look." As Harry said this a small ball of flame appeared between him and the boy.

"Blimey!" the kid shouted as he stumbled backwards. More excited murmurs broke out from the girls and boys who had seen.

"It's alright." Harry motioned for the boy to sit. He took a few tentative steps forward before sitting. "This is going to be a very basic test. All I need you to do is concentrate on the flame and listen to what I am saying. Understand?"

The boy gave a shaky nod. His wide eyes blinked a few times.

"Good," Harry whispered. "Now I want you to focus on the flame and then let an image of a flame form in your mind." The boy looked extremely uncomfortable. "Close your eyes if it will help you concentrate." At first he just shook his head, but then he closed them. "Very good," Harry whispered. "I want you to try and pour all your fears and emotions into the flame. Clear your mind of everything that concerns you."

The seconds ticked by as Harry spoke to the boy. All the while he tried to feel for something coming from the boy. And then against all the odds a slight echo of the One Power bounced of him.

"You can open your eyes now," Harry said a little louder than before. The boy's eyes blinked open and his hand rubbed at his forehead.

"What is your name?" Harry asked.

"Um.., Michael Witherstone," he stuttered.

"Ok, Michael. The good news is that you will be able to perform wandless magic."

His eyes widened before Harry. "Wicked!"

"The bad news is that it is going to require lots of hard work."

"I'll do anything," Michael said eagerly.

Harry smiled and then told Michael that he would talk to him later.

"That was lucky," Mark said from beside Harry.

"Yeah." Harry shrugged. "Must be my ta'veren nature," he joked.

Mark shook his head, but laughed. "Nothing from my guy."

"I can't imagine us finding much more than ten children in the entire school."

"So few?" Mark questioned.

"We might get lucky, but I doubt we'll find more."

"We best get on with it," Mark spoke up. "I don't want to be here 'til tomorrow morning."

Harry studied Moiraine for a brief moment. She could judge a woman within seconds, and only if there were some doubt did she have to perform a similar test to theirs. It still frustrated him that women could have things so easy. To top it all, Moiraine could probably tell how strong the girl would be when she developed. Men could only guess at each other's strength and then only after being in the presence of another man who was busy channelling for a long time. Even then it would only be a guess.

Mark and Harry had only gone through half of the boys by the time Moiraine finished. From what he gathered, she'd only found a single girl.

A grumbling Draco had his time with Mark, but he failed the test to Harry's delight. After an exhausting hour, they finally managed to get through the Slytherins. There were no more men who could channel.

The Ravenclaws came next and Moiraine managed to find two girls from amongst their ranks. Harry and Mark also managed to find two.

The Hufflepuffs being the largest group, had three girls and two boys in their midst.

The Gryffindors came last. They had one girl and two boys.

In the end they had found thirteen people who could channel. Seven boys and eight girls. Adding Kate and Ron, the number increased to seventeen.

"Is that all?" Dumbledore asked amazed.

"What did you expect?" Harry asked tiredly. "I'm surprised we found this many to be honest. I was expecting closer to ten."

"There are probably more in the Muggle world," Moiraine spoke up. "I am guessing that Hogwart's system of finding magical people might be slightly flawed."

"That's beside the point," Harry interjected. "We have a good number to work with, probably more than we can handle, but they will help." Harry took a deep breath and rubbed at his tired eyes. "Have the chosen group remain after breakfast. For the next few months they will need to spend their time training with us."

"I will see to it, Harry."

With twin exhausted yawns, Mark and Harry wondered back up to their rooms. Tomorrow was going to be another long day.

Ginny woke from the lesson she'd had with Kate in the dream world. Kate was already beginning to stir next to her. After years of practise Ginny had managed to learn the art of waking and falling asleep. Kate's eyes were still closed, it would take a few more minutes for her to wake.

Standing, Ginny lit a few candles with a thought. Then it struck her. The Room of Requirements worked the same as tel'aran'rhiod. In here you only had to use your imagination to alter the world around you. She laughed to herself. Could the door be a portal to a small portion of the dream world? The laugh died in her throat as her eyes began searching for hidden dangers. She shook her head. Now was not the time to become paranoid.

She did, however, keep concentrating as she waited for Kate. The building held so many mysterious and most of them dangers. It seemed odd that someone had actually turned this into a school. Hogwarts had to have been built by a group, men and woman working together in the One Power. The purpose of which had not been to teach children.

Her mind went back to the Room of Requirements. It raised a few interesting questions. What was this place? Could it have been created as a room within which to practise the art of dreamwalking? Frighteningly, there were too many possibilities.

Even in the White Tower there had been objects with unknown purposes. Ginny only had to think back to the test that raised her to an Accepted. She shivered at the memory and the ter'angreal.

She stood, clothes discarded on a pile, before a ter'angreal. Its three arches towered menacingly before her. It had been used for centuries to raise Novices to Accepted, now it was Ginny's turn to face the test.

She stepped into the first ter'angreal. Her whole body trembled and shivered at being exposed, nothing but thin, torn robes covered her. She could feel the cold seeping into her body. A Basilisk slithered beside her and she reached out to the One Power. Saidar flooded into her body.

"Where are you, Harry," she kept repeating though not knowing why. What was she doing in the Chamber of Secrets and why did she think Harry was here? She moved carefully along the dark corridor. She was not sure if she was strong enough in the One Power to damage a Basilisk. The snake slithered along the ground in search of something.

Her breathing, despite being slow and soft, resonated in her ears along with the pounding of her heart. "Harry?" He had to be down here somewhere. She glanced around a large column. He stood there, tall and proud as she knew him. In his hand he held a sword, Gryffindor's sword. Blood already coated the long slender blade and dripped to the floor.

Harry looked haggard and tired. Behind him a half visible man laughed while taunting Harry. The ghost like figure raised his hand slowly and shot a curse at Harry who cried out in pain and collapsed to the floor.

"Do something, Harry!" Ginny shouted as she rounded the stone column. The Basilisk turned its eyes towards her and Ginny dove behind a statue to avoid the temptation of glancing into them.

In the distance she could hear Harry squirming in agony. "I'm coming, Harry."

Then a glittering arch formed before her. A distant memory whispered from nowhere.

"The way shall come but once."

She pushed it aside. She needed to help Harry. He was dying. She could hear him being tortured behind her.

"The way shall come but once."

Ginny stood torn between what to do. Then she stepped through the portal. Memories flooded back into her. "Burn you! Burn you all!" She shouted. "He's dying, he's dying!" She cried out. "Let me back in!"

The Aes Sedai came to stand around her. They washed her face and whispered words over her. "We wash you clean of what happened."

Ginny remained on her knees shaking as she cried. "Are you ready, child?" One of the Aes Sedai asked. Ginny nodded, she had to do this, and managed to stand on her feet as the Aes Sedai herded her into the second ter'angreal. Just before she reached the ring she felt Harry's confused and concerned emotions flooding into her. Then it was gone.

She stepped into the second ter'angreal, the tears that had lined her face were gone and she wondered why she was wiping her cheeks. She wore a pale yellow summer's dress. It took a moment to realise that she was by the Burrow. Her mother walked around, busy with the morning routine. Ginny smiled in relief. She was home, it had been a long journey and she was tired. She opened the small garden gate and walked towards the house and her mother.

Mrs Weasley looked up, her eyes widened and then she began to shout for joy. "Ginny!" Mrs Weasley ran and enveloped her daughter in one of her wondrous hugs. It felt like it had been years since Ginny had been here. "I can't believe you're home from that fancy school of yours."

That was when Ginny began to see the despair in her mother's eyes. "What is it, mum?" Ginny asked. Her mother did not reply. Ginny shook her in frustration. "What is it?" she glanced up. The Burrow was quite. "Where is dad?" she asked.

"They took him," her mother cried. "They took them…" she broke down and sobbed against Ginny's shoulders. Ginny glanced around in confusion and then her eyes fell on a row of neat graves. There were seven. One for each of her brothers and one in the middle for her father.

"I'm so glad you've come back, Ginny." Her mother said looking up into her daughter's eyes. "I've been so alone while you were gone."

"You could've written to me, mum! You could've told me what had happened." Ginny shook her mother as grief threatened to overwhelm her. They were all gone. She would never be able to see her brother's goofy grin when he glanced at Hermione, nor tease him about the Chudley Cannons. Fred and George would not be able to prank her again.

She clutched her mother for support as she spotted the shed outside the house where her father had spent his free time tinkering with Muggle devices. "Where's Harry?" Ginny managed to ask.

"Who's Harry?" Mrs Weasley asked and Ginny tensed. Who was Harry? Where did the name come from? She could feel a slight something in her chest, but she shook her head.

"I don't know mother, but I'm here to stay now." She held her mother tight. "I won't leave you alone."

Behind her mother a strange arch formed. A soft voice called out to her.

"Be steadfast, the way will come but once."

Ginny's grip around her mother weakened. She did not want to leave. Her mother's voice called out frantically behind her. Ginny turned to see the row of graves before coming to rest on her mother's red tear stained face. The voice called again.

"Be steadfast, the way will come but once."

She was fighting back her tears and she clutched at a small sensation in her chest. Ripping her gaze from her mother she ran through the ring.

Like before all her memories flooded back. Those of the ter'angreal and of real life. "They're dead! They're all dead because I was not there!" She felt the Aes Sedai perform their ritual over her shaking naked body as she cried into her arms.

"Do you have the strength to continue?" One of them asked. None asked about what happened. It was not done. Few Aes Sedai ever shared their experience. For the first time, Ginny understood why. She wiped at her cheeks with the back of her hand and removed the hair covering her face. She did not have the strength to reply, but she did manage a nod. The third could not be any worse. Could it?

She stepped into the third, holding back her pain, and into a bright summer's garden.

Harry stood before her laughing. He was holding Lily, their daughter. "She's lovely today?" Ginny smiled as she came to stand beside Harry. The young girl had her mother's red hair and her father's green eyes. She was the image of her grandmother and namesake, or so Ginny liked to think.

"A perfect little girl who has been waiting months to play with her mother." Harry said handing Lily over to her. With the girl out of his arms he looked very weary. "Are these long trips really necessary? Lily needs you, Ginny."

"I promise I'm finished. I will be here to stay Harry." He rubbed tired eyes with the back of his hands and yawned. "You need to rest." Ginny smiled. "I'll take care of Lily for the rest of the day."

"Thank you," he breathed out. With obvious effort he got to his feet. She took his hand while holding Lily with the other. "It's good to have you back again."

"It is," she agreed. "Being away from my family is never easy."

"I'd hope not," he tried to tease, but there had been a question in his voice.

"You and Lily are the most importing things in my life." His grip around her hand tightened.

They spent a few minutes walking about in the garden before settling down amongst the trees. It was a warm day and Lily quickly fell asleep in the shade by Ginny's side. Harry lay beside her, stroking his hand through her long hair. "I can't believe we are finally going to have a peaceful life."

"Me neither. My work and Death Eaters have kept you busy over the years." She agreed.

Ginny sat upright, her stomach felt heavy and her chest pulled her gaze towards a secluded part of the garden. Within the branches stood a glittering arch.

"The way will come but once." A voice called to her.

Ginny felt something stir in her. She had to go. Getting to her feet she began to walk towards the ring. A hand grabbed hers. "Where are you going, Ginny?" Harry's eyes were pleading. "You can't leave us again."

"I… I must go, Harry," Ginny replied jerking her hand free. "I… love you." She whispered turning to make her way towards the ring again. A hand spun her round.

"Why are running away from your family?" He begged Ginny to stay with large pleading eyes. "Please don't go."

Ginny's eyes were stinging from the effort to not cry. "I… I want to stay."

"Then stay," Harry said dropping to his knees still holding her hands.

"The way will come but once."

"I… I can't, Harry. I'm sorry!" Ginny shouted then tugged free her hands and leapt through the ring before Harry could say another word.

"Curse you all!" Ginny shouted as she fell into the arms of an Aes Sedai. "He loves me, we have a daughter!" She began to sob. "My life was perfect. We had it all and he wanted me to stay!"

They performed their final ritual and before she could stop crying she was back in her room. She was now an Accepted, dressed in white. On her finger there sat a golden ring of a snake biting its own tail. The symbol of an Aes Sedai. She tightened her grip around the new dress. Had it been worth the memories?

The test was over. The concern she felt radiating from Harry began to dissipate as her own relief flooded into him through the bond. How could they do that to her? How could they force a woman to make those choses? Burn them! She wanted to shout, but all that came out were tears. She was an Accepted, her dress now not plain, was striped with the seven colours of each Ajah on the edges.

What did it all mean? Why would they make a woman suffer so much just to be raised? She hated the Aes Sedai. She despised what they made her go through.

"Are you alright?" Kate's voice broke through the fading memory.

Ginny did not look away from the perfect replica of the ter'angreal rings that stood before her. Her one hand played with the golden ring on her finger. The White Tower might have taught her much, but some of their trials would hurt until the day Ginny breathed her last. She dared not remember her raising to the Shawl.

"I'm fine," Ginny replied after a long period of silence. The ter'angreal vanished and with it the memories of what they had wrought. "I was just dwelling on the past."

"What do you have planned for me now?" Kate asked eagerly. Ginny could not look at the girl, she was frightened that it would conjure images of Lily in Harry's arms. Her hand touched her stomach were she knew a small girl to be forming. How close was she to having that memory?

"Nothing," Ginny whispered tiredly. "I think it is time for us to go to bed."

Ginny cleared the room with a thought and then opened the door back into the school. The door closed and Ginny wondered again at the Room of Requirements being a giant ter'angreal.

Her thoughts quickly unravelled and her mind sharpened as a woman stepped out from behind a pillar before them. Kate halted as well, perhaps sensing the tension. The woman glared at Ginny, hate boiling. "Romilda, what are you doing awake?" She stalled sensing the wrongness in the air.

The girl moved forwards gracefully. Her eyes cold and dangerous. Ginny pushed Kate back instinctively and embraced saidar in a single fluid motion. Romilda became a blazing beacon of saidar. "You can channel?" Ginny whispered to herself.

"Of course I can." The girl came to stand before Ginny. Her dark eyes knowing and calm. She could hold onto more of the One Power than Ginny could even dream about wielding unaided. The angreal in her pocket proved a true comfort as she enclosed it with her fist. "Harry is mine," the girl sneered dangerously. She placed a hand against Ginny's chest and pushed her backwards.

"What are you talking about? I am married to Harry," Ginny explained.

The girl sniffed. "Papers can be burned. Names erased from registries," Romilda sneered. "Even memories are not to be trusted."

"We are bonded." Ginny added firmly. "You cannot erase that." Why was she reacting so strongly against this school girl? Powerful, yes, but still a student.

Romilda's eyes widened in pure rage. "Harry!" She screeched. Ginny barely had time to raise a shield before a powerful blow from Romilda slammed into her. The angreal alone saved her from being burned to cinder.

"Stay behind me!" Ginny shouted to Kate. The girl made no response, but did remain close to Ginny. Even in the confusion she could feel the tension in Kate's body.

"You will give him to me!" Romilda shouted. "Harry's always been mine, he's mine you stupid girl!"

Another powerful wave of various threads of air and water slammed into Ginny's shield while other weaves of all five powers went in search for Ginny's link to saidar. "Oh no, you don't," Ginny muttered. With considerable effort, despite the angreal she pushed Romilda's weaves away.

The girl's eyes widened in shock. She stepped backwards. "He is mine." The last words were a snarl and then she vanished.

Ginny slumped, completely exhausted. Kate's quick reactions kept her from falling to the ground. "Light she is powerful," Ginny muttered. "We need to get back to Harry."

"Who was that?" Kate asked in a soft voice as she tried to help Ginny.

"Romilda Vain," Ginny replied thoughtfully. "Or it looked like her at least."

The air shimmered and Moiraine leapt out into the corridor. She was holding onto saidar and searching for any signs of a threat. The woman immediately noticed Kate and the slumped Ginny.

"What happened?" Moiraine asked without running towards them. Her eyes continued to scan the hallway.

"She is gone," Kate said in a trembling voice. "R… Romilda Vain, Ginny said." Moiraine didn't let go of the One Power, but she did come towards them. "I thought… thought she was going to… to kill us."

"It's alright," Ginny whispered when she managed to stand on her own.

"No one will harm you now," Moiraine whispered to Kate. The girl wrapped her arms around the older Aes Sedai and began to cry. Moiraine just let the girl hold onto her as she studied Ginny. "Are you hurt?" she asked.

"Just tired," Ginny answered. "Romilda is powerful, closer to Nynaeve Sedai, if not more."

Moiraine's face registered a brief moment of shock. "That strong?"

"Yes, but I must get to Harry. She seemed obsessed with him."

This time there was definite alarm in the woman's expression. "Go to him," she urged. "I'll keep watch over Kate."

"Are you sure?" Ginny asked. "If Romilda comes back…"

"I've lived long enough with people far more powerful than me," Moiraine replied with a faint smile as if she were relieving a memory or two. "I've learned a few tricks over the years."

"Of course…"

"Go! He might need you." the woman commanded and Ginny leapt through a gateway.

Sorry for the wait, my few faithful readers, as you might have noticed 'A Cannon's Harpy' has been keeping me busy. I'm such an idiot for writing to many stories at once.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Thank you for those of you who left reviews, I really appreciate them.