A/N: Ok, before we begin the end I would just like to say thank you very much for your support, Love you guys lots and I thank anyone for any criticism. For those who flamed me and are still reading this i would like to say thank you for the hours of amusement you provided for me, it's not my fault that you guys seem to have issues with people who can write. For my true fans and friends, if you guys are interested i have started posting on Fiction press under the same penname. So you can pop over there and read my non-hp stories if you want to. Anyway, thank you everyone!

The Future – Andrea's PoV

December 2018

I sat on my bed staring at a small pile of photos in front of me. I needed inspiration for my new book…well, it was sort of a book, I hadn't been published yet but I will be! I will get this book out. The photos were mainly for that…and to quell this horrid feeling that I had in the back of my mind. I got it every so often. It was like my family was torn but I knew it wasn't torn at all. Mum and dad were at some social thing that they couldn't get out of. Grandma and Grandad Potter were downstairs…bickering over how a certain stain had gotten onto the ceiling. I didn't want to get in the way but if they'd asked I could have told them who'd done it…Sam had tried to blow up the Aunt Emma's ancient cat cat…again! The stain was the left overs of the spell he'd used. He'd missed, it'd hit the side of the kettle and the spell had hit the ceiling. It wasn't really a dangerous spell but it did singe some of his hair.

Sam was currently at the Weasley's house. He'd been there for a few days now. Supposedly to visit the Weasley's but I knew he'd just gone to visit one Weasley, Yasmine. She was pretty and rather athletic but a little too bookish for me to like her too much. I preferred her older brothers, they were a lot more fun. I scribbled down an idea onto the notepad I had on my lap then tucked my quill behind my ear. Something I'd picked up from my dad's friend Luna a few weeks ago. It was a really handy place to keep my quill but I'd stop doing it once I got back to Hogwarts. I put the photos down and got off my bed. The room had been my dad's room, then Phoebe's room until they'd both moved out. Grandma Lily had then given me the room seeing as I preferred to spend time in Wales then in my house in London. It was quieter in Wales, easier for me to think and develop my story, it was so nice to have some peace and quiet for a change. At home Sam and the Weasley boys would be so incredibly noisy, at Hogwarts my roommates were constantly talking into the late hours of the night, the only place it seemed that I could get any peace and quiet was Godric's Hollow. Phoebe thinks I'm totally off my rockers because she prefers London. She actually lives with us because she can't be bothered to find a house of her own but once she gets married she'll have to move out.

I went to put my notebook on the desk and stared around my room. There was something about the room that made me feel uneasy yet made me feel comforted at the same time. Sam has the same feeling about his room here. He has what used to be Aunt Emma's room. He once told me that he'd had this strange feeling that we should have more cousins but we don't. We've only got two cousins, Louise and Jamie. We're about to expect two more. Jessie is pregnant and Orion got his girlfriend pregnant a few months back. Mei Chang wasn't very happy at the time but I know she's looking forward to the baby. Uncle Orion is a little annoyed by that. Everyone knows how much he loves Mei but he hasn't got the courage to ask her to marry him so he just sleeps with her and it's killing him not to sleep with her. The effects are obvious. I chuckled to myself as I thought about last time I saw Uncle Orion and Mei. I'd be seeing them again tonight at the family dinner but still. I went to pick up my photos when the door burst open and Phoebe stood in the doorway.

"ANDREA!" She shouted. I closed my eyes at the volume of her voice.

"Do you really need to shout that loud?" I asked my aunt.

"Yep," She said with a smile. She came in and sat on the chair to my desk. Her body was slim and athletic, a body of a dancer. She did dance a lot but she also modelled. Her hair was long and a sort of reddy brown, which looked beautiful with her bright green eyes. She spun around on the chair so she was looking at my notebook.

"Got any ideas for the rest of your story yet?" She asked as she picked up my notebook.

"Um, a few," I said.

"Ooo, what are they?" She scowled slightly, "Dad not kill Draco Malfoy, Emma taken hostage of sorts, life is hellish, mum and dad die…" She turned to look at me, "This sounds rather dark doesn't it?"

"I don't know where it came from, it's just I was jotting things down and that's what came out," I said. I knew it was dark. When I realised what I was writing I'd tried desperately to think of something else but the idea just stuck. It was a story that was set in an alternate universe where dad hadn't killed Draco Malfoy. It was so vivid in my head I needed to get it out.

"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked Phoebe as I snatched back the notebook.

"Babysitting for my sister," She said nodding to the door where Louise poked her head around the doorframe. Louise was absolutely adorable. You could tell she was part oriental but her hair was a little too light to be oriental and she had a strange mixture of green and brown in her eyes. She was only nine and a bit. I gave her a smile and opened my arms for a hug. Louise loved giving people hugs so she came running up to me and threw her arms around me.

"I thought you were working?" I said to Phoebe.

"Yeah same," Phoebe said, "But the photo shoot was cancelled," She turned to look at me, "Something about the photographer being ill or something. That really annoys me. Remember when I got Dragon Pox last year? I wasn't allowed a break then and the photographer gets ill and the shoot gets cancelled! It really pisses me off!" She ranted.

"Arguments with Edward?" I asked.

"No!" Phoebe muttered. Edward was her fiancé and he was the photographer who was supposed to be doing the photo shoot. He was a lovely man, he treated Phoebe nicely…if only Phoebe would pull her act together and stop cheating on him…well…she sorta did.

"What happened this time?" I asked as I sat on the bed.

"He accused her of sleeping with someone," Louise whispered.

"Which I didn't do! I haven't slept with anyone except him!" Phoebe snapped.

"I heard them argue. It was loud and funny," Louise said. I smiled at her before I looked at Phoebe.

"I believe you, so what are you going to do about your plans tomorrow?" I asked her, "You know, your anniversary meal?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that," Phoebe muttered "I'll probably spend Christmas with mum and dad," She said.

"Cool, that's what I'm doing. Mum and dad are staying here for the next few days, they should be arriving soon," I said excitedly. Phoebe looked at me strangely.

"I don't understand how you love your parents so much. Mum and dad were driving me completely round the bend when I was your age,"

"You're only three years older then me," I said.

"And?" Phoebe asked.

"Never mind," I said, "Anyway, I've got to go and pick up Sam before mum and dad get back,"

"Can I come?" Asked Louise, "Please please please please!" She said as she clapped her hands together as if she was trying to beg.

"Can you apparate?" I asked her.

"I can try!" She said.

"Sorry, you're going to have to stay here with Phoebe," I said, "Give her a make over, I think she needs it," I added. Phoebe looked at me with a glare that I knew wasn't serious in the least.

"Hey!" She snapped.

"Bye!" I said. I disapparated from under Louise, who had been sitting on my lap, and reappeared in a rather comfy looking living room. In front of me was a rather large looking sofa, which I knew was really comfy. Above it was a large window that overlooked the garden, which had a small three year old with flaming red hair chasing a mangy looking orange cat in the snow. Merlin Bless Gordon Weasley. One day he'd actually catch Cruickshanks but until then the cat would outsmart the three-year-old boy. I began to turn when someone spoke.

"Don't move," I heard Owen Weasley say. I scowled slightly. "Yep, that's it…stay right where you are…" I turned quickly and caught him looking at the region my bum should be. "Andy, I told you not to move!"

"So you could stare at my arse?" I asked him. He gave me the biggest grin in the world and moved over on the sofa. I gave him a sceptical look.

"What?" He asked me innocently.

"Where's my brother?" I asked him.

"Sam? In Yasmine's room, if mum and dad were here he wouldn't be in there but you know they've gone off somewhere with your parents," He said with a shrug.

"And you're not going to stop them? You're the oldest," I said to him. Owen shrugged and gave me a smile. "I have a boyfriend Owen,"

"So? Phoebe doesn't stay faithful to her boyfriend, Sarah doesn't either, why should you?"

"Because unlike them I Love my boyfriend," I said, "I've just come to collect my brother then I'll be off," I said. I made my way out of the living room and up the stairs.

"Hi Andy," said Ben as he walked past. Ben was my own age, a year younger then Owen. He just continued to walk down the stairs as I went up. Jason and Jennifer Weasley were running in and out of each other's rooms. Every time one of them left a room there would be a large bang. I rolled my eyes and went to Yasmine's room. I knocked on the door and waited.

"Who is it?" came Yasmine's voice.

"Guess," I replied. The door opened and Yasmine opened the door. Yasmine looked remarkably like her aunt Ginny, who was now married to some Canadian Auror. The only difference was Yasmine's hair was darker and she had brown eyes. I looked past her and saw my brother sitting on her bed with a sheepish grin on his face.

"Hi Andy," He said.

"Don't say anything to my parents, please," Yasmine said.

"You weren't doing anything were you?" I asked them.

"No," Yasmine said.

"Right, well, Sam we've got to get home," I said.

"What? Now?" He asked. He got up and came over to the door as well.

"Yes now, mum and dad are going to come back at any moment." I said. Sam scowled and nodded.

"I'll see you tomorrow then," he said to Yasmine. She gave him a smile and Sam kissed her. He took his time while he did it. God, my brother is annoying. I gave them a little privacy as I turned to catch Jason trying to dash into Yasmine's room with what appeared to be a bowl filled with dead salmon. He gave me a grin that was incredibly similar to Fred and George Weasley's grins.

"Back to your room," I said.

"Ok," He said turning and running into Jennifer's room. When Sam and Yasmine had finally finished their kiss I dragged my sorry excuse for a brother back to the fireplace in the kitchen and threw some Floo powder into it. Sam jumped into the flames as opposed to stepping into them. He always had this thing where he tried to get as covered in soot as possible. I apparated back home and found myself nearly colliding with dad as I took a step forwards.

"Dad!" I said hugged him. Dad put his arms around me and laughed. It's weird but every time I hug either of my parents I feel happier then anything else. The only way I can describe it is like when you think someone is dead but then they turn up alive and you're so happy that they're alive. It's a strange feeling. Sam gets it too. We can't explain it, it's like mum and dad were dead or something but they're not because I'm here in my dad's arms.

"Nice to see you as well Andrea," He said with a laugh. I grinned and looked over dad's shoulder to mum. She was draping her coat over the back of a chair. Both my parents looked as healthy as ever though dad was beginning to put on a bit of weight. He'd received a really horrible injury to his hand in a quidditch match last year and after his recovery from it he just couldn't be bothered to go back into being a seeker. He was getting on anyway. Mum on the other hand hadn't lost weight or gained it. She looked rather good for her age and she had a body that was similar to Phoebe's. Though obviously, Phoebe was younger by just over fifteen years.

"How was the publicity thing?" I asked them.

"Not too bad," Mum said.

"Would you two like something to drink?" asked Grandma Lily.

"Nah, it's fine," Mum said. Dad looked over to her slightly concerned. I looked at mum too. She had that look on her face again. That look that she got every time she thought of Granddad Sirius.

"We visited Sirius' and Jenny's graves on the way back," Dad explained to Grandma.

"The day before Christmas?" She asked.

"Well, we were near it so I thought I might as well," Mum said. Granddad Sirius had died a few years ago after he got into an accident in London. He was crossing the road in front of our house to go to the corner shop when a car ran over him. Unfortunately neither Muggle medicine nor magic could help him. Grandma April had never recovered from it. It had taken Mum and Uncle Orion all their patience to finally get Grandma April out of her depression but even now she spent a lot of time just sitting and staring at things in her house. She actually now lived with Aunt Jessie and her husband. Jenny Lupin had died of Cancer. From what I hear she'd had breast cancer a while ago and it suddenly reappeared and had eventually killed her.

"Rhia," Grandma said.

"I'll be fine," Mum said. I knew it had been hard on mum. She had been Granddad Sirius' favourite child, everyone knew it. "Anyway, the dinner tonight?"

"Oh yes, it's at Jessie's house."

"How is she? I haven't spoken to her in a while," Dad said as he sat down. I went to get a drink of water from the tap and watched Sam sneaking back to the fireplace. There really was no point in trying to bring Sam back to the house was there.

"She's ok. She keeps complaining that her back hurts and April really isn't making it any easier for her," Granddad said. I saw Mum giving Granddad a brief look of annoyance.

"But she'll be fine. She's due in the next few weeks anyway," Grandma said.

"I can't wait," I said happily. Dad looked at me with a smile.

"Does Taylor know that you want a child?" He asked me.


"Are you going to tell him?" Dad asked

"Not until we get married," I answered. Dad straightened.

"You two are engaged?" He asked stiffly. I laughed.

"No!" I laughed, "I'm not going to have a child until I'm married, and at the moment it seems that I might end up marrying Taylor doesn't it?"

"I still think you should have started dating Owen," Dad said. Mum rolled her eyes,

"What have you got against the Winters?" She asked.

"Do you really need to ask?" He asked her. Mum scowled then sighed.

"You're impossible, it was one kiss twenty years ago!" She said.

"Still," Dad said indignantly. I fought the urge to laugh again. I finished my drink and left the adults to talk as I wandered back up to my room. Louise and Phoebe were sitting on the floor with their eyes closed.

"Who do you think that is?" Phoebe whispered.

"My cousin,"

"Which one?"

"The older one"

"Shall we see?"

"Yeah," Phoebe opened an eye and looked at me, "Yep you're right," They'd been speaking in whispers. I gave them both a funny look before going to my desk.

"You guys are strange," I said.

"We try," Phoebe said. "You going to write now?" she asked me,


"Ok then, lets leave the master mind at peace," Phoebe said helping Louise to her feet. Louise gave me a smile and left with Phoebe.

"Jess! We're here!" shouted Aunt Kaylee as she entered Aunt Jessie's house. She came into the kitchen where I was sitting with Phoebe. She had short blond hair that was styled back. Her eyes sparkled when she saw us and she smiled.

"Hey guys," She said. As she spoke I could see the slight sparkle on her tongue where her tongue piercing was.

"Hi," I said. I always preferred Jessie out of the two twins but Kaylee was like Phoebe. Kaylee might as well still be in her early twenties the way she acted.

"Where's the rest of the family?" Kaylee asked.

"Um…" I looked at Phoebe. Phoebe shrugged.

"Right, what are you two doing?" Kaylee asked as she sat down with us.

"I'm trying to convince our Niece here to send the first chapter of her book to the publishers, but she won't listen to me." Phoebe said.

"Don't call me your niece," I muttered.

"Why not?" Phoebe asked.

"Because it makes me feel really young,"

"But you are," Kaylee said with a grin.

"Watch out people! Pregnant sister coming through!" shouted Uncle Orion as he fell into the kitchen.

"Shut up," said the tall man who came in just in front of Aunt Jessie. Orion and Jessie's husband were about the same age and got along really well. Actually, I think they're now best friends or something. Orion laughed and got to his feet. Kaylee stood up and ran to her twin sister and hugged her.

"I haven't seen you in three years!" Kaylee said to Jessie.

"Well you have been busy," Jessie said. Aunt Jessie had dyed her hair brown a few years ago just after her wedding and it looked fantastic. I knew mum hated it but I liked it. It was long and at the moment it hung freely down her back. She did look rather silly with her belly protruding as far as it did. She looked rather silly in her maternity clothes actually. Kaylee looked at Jessie's belly and poked it.

"What's this?" She asked.

"A baby," Jessie said.

"Really?" Kaylee knelt down and put her head against Jessie's belly. "When did you get pregnant?"

"I told you at least a hundred times Kaylee," Jessie said with a sigh, Phoebe and I looked at each other slightly confused.

"You did?" Kaylee asked. "Oh, well it must have slipped my mind you know with my work and everything,"

"Yes, because chasing dark wizards makes you forget about your sister's baby," Jessie said bitterly. Kaylee gave her an embarrassed smile. Kaylee worked as an Auror for the Americans. She actually worked for the English Ministry of Magic but she was on Loan…she had been on loan for a few years now.

"Is everyone here now?" Kaylee asked.

"No, Emma and Bo still have to come," said Jessie's husband, Ben Canterbury. Just as he said that the fireplace exploded into green flames. Jamie Lupin came tumbling out and went smack into Kaylee.

"Hello," He said.

"Where are your parents?" I asked him.

"Um, last I saw they were having a little private moment," He said with a look of disgust.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Phoebe asked.

"Well about half an hour ago I saw dad going into their room, where mum was getting ready. When I walked past I heard some things I really wish I hadn't." Jamie said. He looked like he was going to be sick. Phoebe laughed and looked at my aunts and uncles.

"Ah, remember when Emma wouldn't go near Bo," Kaylee said with a shake of her head.

"Uh, yeah," Jessie said, "That wasn't her fault though,"

"It totally was, if she'd just told someone-" Orion started to say but the looks from his sisters shut him up. I looked at them a little confused.

"What? Before they started dating?" I asked them.

"Um, no, not quite, something happened to her that made her fear the touch of another person," Kaylee said.

"What happened?" Phoebe asked. I knew a little about what had happened but all I knew was that Aunt Emma had had a bad experience with Draco Malfoy…I guess I should get a little bit more information from mum and dad before I write my book.

"Nothing," Jessie said. She gave Orion and Kaylee a look to shut them up. "Have you pierced your tongue again!" She asked Kaylee. Kaylee grinned and stuck out her tongue and there on her tongue were two tongue piercings.

"You like them?" She asked.

"Don't let mum see," Orion said.

"I wasn't intending on showing her, you want to see my new tattoo?" Kaylee asked.

"Yeah!" Jamie said. Kaylee was about to lift her shirt a bit when there were two bangs as Emma and Bo Lupin apparated in.

"Hi," Phoebe said with a grin. Emma looked at her with a confused look. "Nice thirty minutes?"

"How did you-" Emma began to say when Phoebe pointed at Jamie. Jamie ran off before his parents could say anything. "Where's Louise?"

"Um…I think she's with Harry." Phoebe said.

"Think?" Bo asked. Phoebe shrugged and leant back in her chair. I watched Emma and Bo curiously. I saw Bo's hand firmly on Emma's bum. I turned away quickly slightly disturbed at the sight. Phoebe saw me and laughed.

"Well we're all here, Dinner's almost ready," Jessie said as she made her way to the oven.

"I'll do it, you sit down." Kaylee said getting the oven gloves.

"NO!" Everyone seemed to shout. Kaylee's cooking was infamous in the family. Any piece of food she touched seemed to burn a lot easier then it should.

"Um, you just…put those down and I'll do it," Emma said. Kaylee looked at her slightly annoyed but gave up the oven gloves.

"Why does no one let me near their stove," She grumbled as she sat down.

"Because last time you set mum's house on fire," Jessie said.

"That was an accident, I was distracted," Kaylee muttered,

"You always are," Jessie said.

I sat in Jessie's garden later that night staring up at the sky. I sat on a narrow wooden bench in the middle of her garden wrapped up in my coat and scarf. There was about a twenty centimetre thick layer of snow on the floor and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The moon was nearly full which meant tomorrow Uncle Bo would have to go through his transformation, and Jamie, and Louise. You'd never think that Jamie and Louise were actually werewolves but they were. That meant that Aunt Emma would be spending the night with us. Every time her family went through their transformations she'd come and stay with mum. She hated being alone. I had that feeling again that told me that something was weird. Not very useful, I know but it's weird. I feel like this shouldn't be happening. That life is too good, it shouldn't be like this, it should be like in my new book. I hadn't realised that Dad had come outside until he sat next to me. I turned to look at him. The moon lit up his features. His scar was thin and quite obvious in the moonlight. His green eyes looked at me slightly worried.

"Are you ok?" He asked me.

"Yeah," I replied.

"How's this new book of yours going?" He asked.

"It's ok," I muttered. Dad frowned slightly and sighed.

"Anything you want to talk about?" He asked.

"Not really," I said. He relaxed on the bench and looked up at the sky.

"Full moon tomorrow," He noted. "Christmas is the worst day to have transformations on," He said. I listened to him talking about nothing to me.

"Dad," I said, interrupting his talking.


"Was life supposed to be different?" I asked him.

"Why do you ask?" He asked as he sat up straight.

"Well…because I…I get this feeling that it was supposed to be different, that you and mum aren't supposed to be here." Dad gave me a serious look and got his wallet out. He carried a wallet around like a muggle but it was filled with photos and had one muggle debit card. He took out a photo and handed it to me.

"I always carry this with me. It was given to me by a girl, like you but more serious then you are when I was seventeen," Dad said as he handed me the photo. It was a photo of me, Louise and Jamie, we looked exactly the same except I had a scar running across one of my cheeks. Louise's hair was limper and Jamie looked tired. I looked at dad curiously. The photo looked really old.

"What's this?" I asked him.

"This was from you, you visited us when I was seventeen, only it was you from an alternate universe where Draco Malfoy had lived," He said. I raised my eyebrows.

"Like in my book," I said.

"Yes, Your mum and I decided that we should tell you about it after we read your storyline," Dad said. "It was a real possibility and it would have come true if Emma hadn't killed Draco Malfoy,"

"But I thought you killed him," I said.

"No, that was your aunt," Dad said, "Anyway, if you need any help I believe your mum knows all about this alternate future, she's never forgotten." I looked at him as he got up. "Come in soon, the last thing we need is you getting a cold," I gave him a smile and nodded. Once he left I was in my own thoughts again. An alternate reality where my story line was true…was that why I saw it so vividly? I shook my head, it couldn't be. I disapparated from the garden and found myself in a lovely warm bedroom. It was nicely decorated and was obviously the work of a professional decorator. I smiled at the man who stood in front of me.

"Heya Andy," He said.

"Hi Taylor," I said with a smile.

"Haven't you got your dinner?" He asked me after a quick kiss.

"Yeah but I thought I'd come to visit you," I said.

"I'm honoured," He said with a grin. I smiled even more and kissed him again. He pulled me closer to his body as I kissed him.

"I better get going," I said breathlessly after a few minutes. Taylor looked at me curiously.

"Why? It's a little cold in here, I need some warming up," He said, "That and Practice didn't give me enough exercise today," I smirked and kissed him again.

"New years," I said to him, "That's when I'm back,"

"Where are you going?" He asked me,

"On holiday remember, I'll see you soon," I said kissing him. As I disapparated I felt a bit better. Dad giving me an explanation for my really weird visions made me feel better. Well at least that world didn't come to pass.

Two Years Later

I sat in the apartment I shared with Taylor in Leicester Square in the centre of London. I had the window wide open and was staring out of it anxiously from the kitchen table. I fingers were together and my feet tapping. I hated this waiting game. I was told that I'd find out today if my book would be published or not. I decided that I was going to do something that many people had tried to do but was unable to complete because they didn't have the resources to do it. I'd had to press my grandparents for information but eventually I finished it. I was about to go absolutely crazy when the door opened suddenly, making me start because I was focusing on the window. I turned to see Taylor grinning at me. He had something behind his back, which he was obviously trying to hide from me. His hair had grown long over the last few years and it looked amazing! He bent over and kissed me before pulling me to my feet.

"Guess what I have for you!" He said happily.

"What?" I asked him, "You better not be messing again because I really want to find out about this book-" I stopped as he revealed what was behind his back. He was holding a book in his hands. The front was adorned with a glittering mask and above it in curling letters

The Glittering Masquerade by Andrea Potter

I took it in my hands totally stunned. They'd decided to publish it. I looked at Taylor.

"Where did you get it from?" I asked him.

"My dad is like best friends with the guy who's producing the book for you, he managed to get hold of the first copy," Taylor said with a grin. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.

"Thank you, oh my god, wait until mum and dad see this, no wait until my grandparents see this! Holy Merlin!" I Said, I couldn't believe it. I turned to the first page where the story began:

I sat in the Prefect's common room tapping the end of my pencil on my charms textbook. Not many people saw the use in the muggle contraption but it came in useful when I didn't want to write in ink. I quickly underlined an important sentence in my textbook while playing with a lock of my curly red hair

Before I knew it I found myself in my Aunt Jessie's kitchen where Grandma April and Grandma Lily were talking between themselves. I put the book in front of them and waited for them to say something.

"What's this?" April asked. I gave her a smile as she opened the book and flicked through the pages.

"It's your story," I said with a smile. That earned a smile from Grandma Lily. Grandma April had just flicked to what I guessed must have been either her chapter or Granddad Sirius' chapter. She smiled softly and looked at me.

"Well done," She said to me softly, "I know this was your dream," All I could do in response to that was grin like a mad woman.

A/N:-Ok, so that's the end of my fanfiction career as far as i know. I had a lot of trouble deciding between this ending and another version of this chapter that i have but i felt that this chapter shows more of what life is likefor the Blacks, Potters and Lupins in the future then the other chapter did, that and i really wanted to put that cheesy ending on it, it was better then the ending i had in the other version where Taylor proposes ...I've had enough of early marriages!I've now got to concentrate on my studies and my original writing, afterall, i do want to get published properly some day! Thanks guys and I wish you guys the best of luck in your lives if i don't talk to some of you on MSN or email. TTFN!