Harry Potter and the Dragon's Eye

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Harry Potter and the Dragon's Eye

Chapter Two

GILDEROY LOCKHART

Dumbledore and Harry approached the carved stone gargoyle where, two years previously, Harry had first walked up the spiral staircase to see the headmaster about the various pupils who had been Petrified by the Basilisk.

Harry had been connected with the attacks, (primarily by the caretaker, Mr. Argus Filch, who led the students - and most of the staff - to believe that Harry was the heir of Slytherin after the Petrification of his cat, Mrs. Norris), but was later found to be quite the opposite - the heir of Gryffindor.

A certain Draco Malfoy, sworn enemy to both Harry and his two friends, Ron and Hermione, was suspected to be the heir of Slytherin.

Harry felt that same dread in his stomach as he had the first time he'd been sent to Professor Dumbledore's office. Despite having done nothing wrong, a terrible feeling of guilt gripped his heart and refused to let go.

Perhaps, Harry wondered, he was anxious about other people finding out about his feelings for Hermione, (although he suspected that a wizard as wise and clever as Dumbledore would probably already know).

'I'm not omniscient, you know,' the headmaster said suddenly, interrupting Harry's thoughts, and making him jump.

'Sir?' Harry said.

Dumbledore smiled kindly. 'I might be able to tell what you're thinking, but I don't know everything.'

Returning the smile, Harry stood patiently by the ugly gargoyle, waiting for the Professor to say the password. Dumbledore cleared his throat. 'Strawberry fizz!' he said loudly, and the statue leapt aside to reveal the moving spiral staircase.

Following his headmaster up the revolving flight of stairs, Harry felt the same familiar feeling of uneasiness sweep over him as it had at the time of the Chamber, and also last year when he first encountered Dumbledore's Pensieve.

Harry glanced nervously at the Professor, and watched as Dumbledore reached the top of the stairs and pushed the heavy oak door. As the wooden door swung open, Harry caught sight of Fred and George Weasley and smiled.

'Harry!' George said, and ran to his friend.

'I think you owe young Mr. Potter an explanation,' Dumbledore said, one eyebrow raised.

Fred came forwards, wringing his hands and fixing his gaze on the carpeted floor of Dumbledore's office. 'Yes, well... it was my idea,' Fred said quietly. Looking up at the headmaster, he added, 'Professor, they were maltreating him...'

Dumbledore gazed at Harry. 'I received a letter from the Ministry yesterday,' he cleared his throat, 'informing me that the improper use of magic, (namely a Shatter charm), had been used at number 4 Privet Drive. Since...'

'Sir! I can explain,' Harry said desperately.

'Since,' Dumbledore continued, 'there are only three Muggles and yourself in habiting this residence, I can only ascertain that you were held responsible.'

'But sir!' cried Harry. 'I didn't mean to...'

Peering over the top of his glasses at Harry, Dumbledore smiled kindly. 'Of course you didn't mean to. That much is obvious.' He paused. 'Tell me, Harry. Do you... dream... at night?'

Harry grimaced. He'd had a dream about Hermione once - nothing incriminating, but something he'd rather not share with Ron and his headmaster. Or, for that matter, anyone. It was a bit too personal.

But from Dumbledore's tone of voice, Harry got the feeling that that wasn't what the Professor meant.

'Yes, Professor,' he replied, meeting Dumbledore's level gaze.

'And tell me, what is it that you dream most frequently of?' asked the old man.

Images and emotions flashed through Harry's mind. Pictures of Hermione, of Voldemort and Sirius, and of more unusual things. Pictures of... griffins, Harry thought, frowning. He always seemed to be having dreams about griffins. Him flying on their backs with the wind in his face and the world far below him. That was what he dreamed of.

'Griffins, headmaster,' Harry said quietly.

Behind him, he heard George cough. Griffins were very rare and very magical creatures. Harry's school house, Gryffindor, which had been originally named after its founder, Godric Gryffindor, bore the crest of a griffin. It was said that the legendary Godric was an Animagus, and could transform himself into a huge golden griffin at will.

Dumbledore shifted; his expression unreadable.

'Professor?' Harry said uncertainly.

Smiling kindly, the headmaster replied gently, 'There is nothing wrong with our dreams, Harry. They are, after all, what keeps hope and ambition in our hearts.'

'But what do my dreams mean, sir?' asked Harry.

Dumbledore smiled again; but his eyes did not.

Fred glanced quickly at his twin, and both Weasleys kept their eyes fixed on the floor.

'It means very little, Harry. Try not to worry yourself unnecessarily.' Clapping his hands, Dumbledore said briskly, 'Off to Potions, eh?'

'But my clothes...' Harry began, staring at his headmaster.

The Professor eyed Harry's dirty blue jeans and red tank top. 'The twins will take care of your robes... Fred?'

Fred and George nodded at Dumbledore, and followed Harry out of the office.

***

Somewhere deep inside Hogwarts castle, the huge brass bell tolled noisily, signalling the beginning of the first lesson.

'Oh no,' Harry muttered to himself. 'Potions...'

Pulling on his black robes emblazoned with the Gryffindor crest, Harry raced down the Gryffindor tower steps and skidded to a halt in front of the door leading to the entrance hall.

Catching sight of Hermione and Ron, he fell in step with them as they made their way to the Dungeons.

'Harry!' cried Ron, noticing his best friend.

Hermione gave Harry a sideways glance, and then quickly looked away.

Puzzled, Harry opened his mouth to ask her what the matter was, but he realised she was probably just shy.

Ron grabbed his arm, letting Hermione walk on in front of them, and whispered to Harry, 'I wouldn't worry - she's been acting strange ever since she found out you got here.'

Raising his eyebrows, Harry followed Hermione down the dark stairway that led to the Dungeons.

Hearing the bell toll for a final time, Harry realised he was hopelessly late.

Perhaps Hermione had made it - he couldn't see or hear her in front of him - but Ron was behind him, and if Harry was going to be hopelessly late, then Ron might as well not bother turning up.

Harry stopped to let Ron catch up with him, but even after standing in the dark, dingy corridor for almost five minutes and not hearing a sound, Harry shrugged and continued walking.

A sudden noise like a human cough behind him made him sneeze.

'Ron?' he called out uncertainly into the shadows. When there was no reply, Harry spun round...

... to come face to face with Professor Snape, the Potions Master.

'Well, well, what do we have here?' Snape sneered, leering over Harry. 'Potter's late for school and his first lesson.'

Harry glared. Snape was a Hogwarts demon. He had a pale, pasty face, and long, black, greasy hair. To make matter worse, the Professor was an old friend of the Malfoys', and also a Slytherin teacher, so he was always looking to put Harry down, (and back on house points - although that was never discussed amongst the other staff). Harry secretly suspected that Snape resented him because he was the Boy Who Lived; Snape having been one of Lord Voldemort's infamous Death Eaters before escaping and being taken in by Dumbledore.

'Oh I hate giving bad people good news,' Snape said sarcastically, returning Harry's dark look. After a slight hesitation, he hissed angrily, 'Well? What are you waiting for?!' swept past Harry, and glided through the open dungeon door.

Rolling his eyes, Harry followed the Potions Master, and walked into a room buzzing with excited conversation.

'Harry!' Hermione whispered loudly, looking delighted that he had finally arrived. She was sharing a table with Ron - and Harry frowned in confusion; hadn't Ron been behind him in the tunnel?

Snape wheeled round, and glared at Harry again. 'Potter,' he snarled. 'Fetch me the jar of firefly spawn from the Potions Cupboard.'

Harry dumped his bag at Hermione and Ron's table, and made his way through the classroom to the adjoining chamber.

As Harry trudged past Draco Malfoy's table, Snape said suddenly, 'Oh, and Potter? You might need this...' and threw him a face mask.

Dumbfounded, Harry turned the mask over in his hands before shrugging and putting it on.

Behind him, Harry could hear Draco Malfoy and his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, sniggering.

His cheeks scarlet with rage, Harry clenched his teeth, balled his fists and did his best to ignore Malfoy. Suddenly remembering Ginny's startling letter about Draco Malfoy's parents separating and Sirius being involved, Harry yanked off the mask and turned to his enemy. 'Yeah, well at least my parents aren't splitting up, Malfoy,' Harry spat.

Draco narrowed his eyes. 'Yeah, well at least my parents aren't dead, Potter,' he whispered as nastily as he could.

Harry heard a sharp intake of breath from Hermione, but Snape glided over before a furious Harry had chance to provide a spiteful retort. 'Ten points from Gryffindor,' Snape said bluntly, and then looked pained, '... and five points from Slytherin.' After a tiny pause, the professor added, 'Potter, fireflies. Draco... with me.'

Harry pulled a disgusted face, shot Malfoy a dark look and stomped through the doorway.

Hearing the door close and lock behind him, Harry whirled round and began pounding the heavy oak with all his might.

A ghost materialised next to Harry's ear, and watched him with great interest, but when Harry brought out his wand, the ghost wailed mournfully, 'That won't work - you can't do any spells in here; the room's charmed that way.'

Harry ignored the ghost and, raising his wand, aimed it at the lock and yelled, 'Alohamora!' To his great annoyance, the wand gave a little 'pfft' noise and produced a puff of smoke, but did absolutely nothing else.

'Told you so,' the ghost said sadly, eyeing Harry's wand.

Shoving the now useless wand back into his robe pocket. Harry glared at the door.

'Come for the fireflies?' the ghost said pleasantly, trying to make conversation.

Harry nodded and pulled the mask back on. 'What do I have to do?' he sighed.

A half-smile played upon the ghost's lips. 'Follow me,' it whispered.

***

Snape was pacing up and down in front of the huge charmed blackboard when Harry's scream echoed from the Potions Cupboard.

At that moment, the heavy oak door splintered into a thousand pieces which showered over Snape, and Harry burst through the gap, glasses broken, shouting, 'There's a troll! A troll!'

The class exploded. Seamus Finnigan started to scream, and clung to Neville, who was trying to hide underneath one of the Potions tables.

'Don't panic! Stay calm!' Snape yelled, waving his wand around and casting Stunning spells through the doorway.

Ron brandished his wand like a fencer, and charged towards the hole in the wall, but Hermione stayed with Harry.

Clenching his teeth and gripping Hermione's arm, Harry whispered urgently, 'Biiig explosion.'

Harry could feel an increasingly massive searing pain in his head that was so intense that he thought he would burst, and that was when the world exploded.

***

It was Snape who got to his feet first, but before Harry had had the satisfactory glee of seeing Draco Malfoy sprawled in the dust, Snape had whisked the teenage Gryffindor away.

Hermione jumped up and started after Harry, but Snape turned on her. 'Stay here, Miss Granger.'

Looking desperately at Harry, who frowned and shook his head, Hermione said defiantly, 'No. I want to go with Harry.'

Snape raised his eyebrows. 'This class needs putting in order, Miss Granger. Surely you can see that...'

Hermione sighed, and turned round to help Neville and Seamus Finnigan up from under their table.

The next thing Harry knew, he was being taken to Dumbledore's office for the second time in as many hours.

***

'Harry, Harry, Harry,' Dumbledore sighed, leaning his elbows on his desk and tilting his head down so that he could peer over the top of his glasses at Harry.

'Professor, I can explain...' began Harry.

'I'm convinced you can, Harry, but I think I can provide a better explanation.'

'For what?' Harry said, unnerved.

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and surveyed Harry with unblinking eyes. 'You have something you wish to tell me?'

Harry avoided the headmaster's penetrating gaze. 'Yes... and no.'

'You know, if you're worried about something... anything... then you should at least admit it,' Dumbledore said kindly.

Harry nodded. 'All right. I'm worried.'

The Professor raised his eyebrows. 'You're worried because you dream about griffins and you don't know why, and you have explosive magic you can neither control nor explain. Frankly, I'd be worried, Harry, but there is nothing for you to panic about.'

Harry swallowed. 'Professor...?'

Ignoring Harry, Dumbledore said, 'I think you shall be late yet again, Harry. Time does seem to have a terrible habit of running away with itself... I believe your friends are waiting for you in the Common Room.'

Leaping to his feet, Harry made his way to the door. 'Thanks sir,' he said slowly, before leaving the headmaster's office.

***

'Snape took you to see Dumbledore?' Ron said when Harry told him in the Gryffindor Common Room.

The door burst open and a very flustered Hermione rushed in, carrying a mountain of library books. Dumping the books onto the floor, Hermione fell onto the broad leather sofa and sighed. 'Phew!' she said loudly, fanning herself with her hands. 'I thought I'd never make it in time.'

'Er, make what, exactly?' Harry asked, eyeing the books.

Hermione stared at him. 'Make it back here, of course.'

Ron rolled his eyes. 'Been to the library, have we?'

'There's no need to be sarcastic,' Hermione reprimanded huffily, pulling a face. 'And, as a matter of fact, no.'

Harry frowned. 'So... where have you been, then?'

Sighing in irritation, Hermione said, 'I don't know why you're being so nosy. It's not your business to know where I am and why all of the time.'

She grabbed the books and stormed off up the staircase to the girls' dormitories.

Harry raised his eyebrows. 'OK... that was weird.'

Watching the flames dance in the grate, Ron replied, 'Ah it's just girl things. She's been acting funny all day. Dunno what's got into her.'

Hearing the Hogwarts bell toll once again, Harry said to Ron, 'Hadn't we better...?'

Ron looked at his wristwatch. 'Yeah - it's Defence Against the Dark Arts. Wonder who we've got...'

Standing up, Harry and Ron left Gryffindor tower and headed down the corridor to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

'Oh no,' Ron said when they got there, putting his arm out to stop Harry. 'I don't believe it... it can't be...'

'Wha...?' began Harry. 'Oh no,' he echoed; staring in disbelief.

Gilderoy Lockhart was standing outside the Defence Against the Dark Arts room smiling and waving to all the students walking his way. He was dressed in sapphire blue robes, ('to complement my eyes!'), and his long wavy blonde hair fell in tight curls around his face. When he caught sight of Harry, he beamed and glided towards him.

'Oh please God no,' Ron said, and turned round to run.

'Ron...' Harry said dangerously between clenched teeth, returning Lockhart's smile and grabbing his friend's arm. 'Come on - it's just one hour.'

Ron turned back round and gulped. 'But of him?!'

'Professor!' Harry said brightly as Lockhart waltzed up the staircase.

Gilderoy Lockhart beamed even wider, showing all of his perfect, pearly white round teeth.

'Harry, Harry!' he said, coming towards Harry to shake his hand.

'But your memory...?' Harry began.

Lockhart had been the old Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher in the second year, and after he had been dragged into the Chamber of Secrets by Ron and Harry, had suffered a severe memory loss after casting a spell with Ron's wand (which backfired).

'Ah, yes. Well, the wand I borrowed seemed unable to cast permanent spells, and within the space of a few months, my memory was sufficiently restored,' Lockhart said cheerily.

'Unfortunately for us,' Ron mumbled.

Harry kicked Ron in the shin, and smiled wanly at the Professor.

Flicking his permed blonde hair, Lockhart said, 'After I had fully recovered my memory, I decided to write down my ordeal of the Chamber of Secrets.'

Ron choked noisily. 'Ordeal?!' he coughed.

Elbowing Ron to make him shut up, Harry forced a smile at the Professor.

Clearing his throat, Lockhart said, 'Yes, well. We'd better get going.'

Harry, raising his eyebrows, followed after his teacher, and dragged Ron along behind him.

Once they were inside the classroom, Lockhart made everyone sit down at their desks, and then he walked slowly down the aisles, pausing before every student and saying, 'Hmm...'

Arriving at Draco Malfoy's desk, Lockhart paused for a while longer, tugging thoughtfully on his curls. 'Mr. Malfoy - I wonder if you could just wait outside for a moment, please?' Seeing Draco's face, the Professor added quickly, 'Nothing serious, I promise.'

Harry watched Malfoy stand up and sullenly walk to the door. Nobody had ever been sent out of the room as far as he could remember...

'Harry, can you join him?' Lockhart was saying, smiling at him.

The class began to murmur. Who would have thought it? The famous Harry Potter, of all people!

'And Miss Granger, you too...' Gilderoy Lockhart said brightly, resting his hands on her desk.

Hermione blushed furiously, and with her textbooks clutched to her chest and her head bowed, shuffled as quickly as she could out of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

***

'So, Potter, come to join me, have you?' Draco said, smirking. He was leaning against the doorframe with his arms and legs crossed.

Harry scowled. 'Not of my own free will, I assure you.'

Draco forced a laugh. It sounded funny, Harry thought, Draco Malfoy laughing. 'Well, well. Young Potter chucked out with Draco Malfoy. What a turn-up for the books!'

'Ha ha,' Harry said, glaring.

Uncrossing his arms and legs, Draco said, 'I'm not paid enough to be funny, Potter.'

Just then, the door opened, and Hermione walked through.

'Well, I do declare. It's a cast of thousands,' Draco Malfoy said, eyeing Hermione and grinning.

Oddly enough, Harry found himself thinking that Malfoy actually looked nicer and friendlier when he was smiling - weird, yes, but also friendly - despite him having nothing to smile about.

'Potter?' Draco said quietly. 'I do hate you, you know.'

Harry stared at him. 'Yeah...?'

'I just wanted to make that clear...'

Lockhart chose that moment to burst through the door and beam at the three teenagers.

'Ah!' he sighed. 'We just need one more... Miss Virginia Weasley, I do believe...'

Harry shot Hermione a confused glance, but she just shrugged.

Lockhart didn't seem to notice, and marched off down the corridor towards the Transfiguration rooms. 'Come along, please!' he said loudly, waving his arms around so that his robes billowed out behind him.

Raising his eyebrows and sighing, Harry trudged after him.

Lockhart swept up to Professor McGonagall's classroom door and knocked briskly.

The Gryffindor teacher peered round the edge of the door.

'I wonder if I might have a word with Miss Weasley?' Gilderoy Lockhart said cheerily.

'Whatever for...?' McGonagall said, but broke off when she caught sight of Harry, Hermione and Draco Malfoy. 'Miss Weasley!' the Professor shouted over her shoulder. 'Thank you, Gilderoy. Good day.'

Lockhart inclined his head. 'Not at all, Minerva. Not at all.'

Ginny materialised round the corner of the door. 'Hi, Harry,' she said shyly, beaming at him.

Grinning at her, Harry ignored Hermione who said, 'Ooh!' and stamped her foot.

Ginny and Hermione had never really got on... and it was only now that Harry was beginning to understand why.

***

Harry was sitting on his bed next to Ron, feeling immensely glum, when Hedwig bounced through the window.

Staring at her, Harry extracted the letter from her talons. Hedwig only bounced when she had a letter from Sirius - and, thought Harry in disgust, that was only because he fed her.

'Open it, Harry! Quick!' Ron whispered excitedly.

Harry ripped open the envelope and unfolded the letter. After briefly scanning the parchment, he leapt up from his bed, ran to the door and flung it open, and yelled, 'GINNY!'

Ginny tried desperately not to laugh as Harry raced down the stairs to the Common Room.

'Would you please explain this,' Harry demanded, banging Sirius' letter down on the table.

The Gryffindor Common Room was deserted apart from Ginny and Hermione, who walked up to the table and peered at the letter from over Harry's shoulder.

'What's going on?' Hermione asked, squinting at Sirius' untidy scrawl on the parchment.

Ginny picked up the letter and began to read. 'Dear Harry, thank you for your last letter... blah blah... I have some news for you which may alarm you. As you may or may not know, the Malfoys are, in fact, separating, and not a moment too soon. I am ashamed to say that I was, and very much am, involved in the scandal, and after the divorce of Lucius and Narcissa, I do have plans to move in with and, indeed, marry Narcissa Rowena Malfoy.' Here, Ginny paused for effect.

'Marry?' Hermione said slowly. 'But that would mean...'

'Read on,' said Harry dangerously.

Ginny bit her lip and fought down a laugh. 'Which, after we have sorted out adoption papers, will make you and Draco brothers.'

'Bloody hell!' Ron choked. 'Draco Malfoy?!'

Hermione giggled hysterically. 'Oh, your face!' she cried, wiping a tear from her eye, and pointing at Harry.

'One question,' said Ron. 'Does Malfoy know yet?'

'No,' said Harry, and a look of pure glee flashed across his face. 'But he will soon...'

***

Draco and Harry had been called in to Lockhart's office following an incident with a runaway Dementor. Surprisingly, it was Malfoy who had stunned the Dementor with a huge Patronus. Harry had not been there, but according to pupils who were there, Draco had cast the serpent of Salazar Slytherin as his Patronus.

Despite not being involved, Harry was also called to Lockhart, although as yet he didn't know why.

Draco knocked on the door, and the Professor opened it; beaming at the two teenage wizards. 'Come in, come in,' Lockhart said brightly, shepherding the pair inside.

'Take a seat,' Lockhart said, smiling and pointing to two huge leather armchairs.

Harry eyed him suspiciously. Winking and grinning down at Harry were the all-too familiar smug faces of Gilderoy Lockhart in various poses.

'Made himself at home,' Harry murmured wryly, glaring intently at a framed cover of Witch Weekly that had a huge picture of Lockhart's smile and proclaimed in large, curly, golden letters, 'Five Times Winner! Most Charming Smile Award.' Next to the picture was a shiny gold star. Harry suddenly had the desire to be very sick.

Lockhart slid into his chair and intertwined his fingers. 'Well, well, boys. That was quite a kafuffle in the Gryffindor Common Room...' he peered at Draco, as if noticing him for the first time. 'Good God,' he said softly. 'Draco Malfoy?!'

Narrowing his eyes, Draco answered coldly, 'Yes.'

He does that a lot, Harry thought. Narrowing his eyes... just like his father...

I am NOTHING like my father! The words echoed round Harry's head. His jaw dropped open.

What - we can TALK?! Harry thought, still staring at Draco.

Draco sighed impatiently. Not talking, more like... conveying thoughts. I guess it's something to do with your powers...

Wha...? thought Harry, frowning.

Lockhart tutted loudly, interrupting the flow of telepathic conversation. 'Why are you staring at each other like that,' he asked in slight irritation.

Turning to face the Professor, Harry said slowly, 'Sorry, Professor - I just had a sudden thought...'

'Anyway,' Lockhart said, unperturbed. 'I wanted to discuss a few things with the two of you. Particularly what happened outside with the... er... Dementor.'

Draco nodded. 'Yeah - I was down by the lake and it arrived out of nowhere - I decided the best thing to do would be to give it my best shot with a Patronus.'

Lockhart smiled kindly. 'Well... I must say Remus Lupin taught you well... although I have never seen that particular Patronus with my own eyes...'

'What do you mean?' Harry asked.

He means it was the serpent of Salazar Slytherin... Draco thought.

'Well, I hate to have to tell you this...' Lockhart said, looking embarrassed, 'but I'm afraid that it was the serpent of Salazar Slytherin...'

'Ah...' Harry choked.

Lockhart put on a false smile. 'Well, I think you'd best be going... it seems time for you to go to dinner.'

Draco started. 'Professor... how come you came back to Hogwarts... if you don't mind me asking?'

'Do you not read the papers, Draco?' said Lockhart in faint surprise.

'I don't read trash,' Draco drawled, eyeing with disdain the copy of Witch Weekly that lay open on Lockhart's desk.

Harry tried to stifle a laugh as his eyes passed over the title of the exposed article, and Draco frowned at him in annoyance.

***

When they got outside, Harry let the suppressed laughter escape from his throat.

'What's so funny?' Draco snarled.

Harry wiped a tear from his eye. 'Oh, I'm sorry... it's just, did you see the headline?'

With a weary sigh, Draco shook his head. 'Most unfortunately not.'

Harry tried desperately not to laugh again. 'Well, i-it read, " 'My husband's torrid affair with garden gnome' - Witch tells all",' Harry choked.

'Three days back at school and already I hate the stupid git,' Draco murmured.

Harry stopped grinning then. 'Well, I love you too, Malfoy. Can't wait for us to be brothers (!)'

The faintest glimmer of a smile played on Draco's lips. 'I meant Lockhart, not you, Potter,' he said gently.

There was a pause, and then Harry raced down the corridor before Malfoy realised what he'd said.

'POTTER! WHAT THE HELL D'YOU MEAN BROTHERS?!' yelled Draco after him in absolute mortification.

***

REFERENCES:

1) 'I hate giving bad people good news.' The Matrix. The original quote is: 'I hate giving good people bad news,' but I found it apt to change it for Snape's sarcastic purposes. :P

2) 'I am not paid enough to be funny.' My favourite Ruby Wax quote - if there is such a thing. This is Ruby's response to a heckler in the audience at a Prince's Trust concert at the Royal County of Berkshire Polo Club. (It was referenced in the Daily Express, May 29^th, so I'll mention it here)