Complicated

Chapter Two – Defying Destiny

By Crow Skywalker

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Disclaimer – I don't own Harry Potter or its characters. They all belong to J.K. Rowling and whatnot. I'm only borrowing them for some fun ;)

Author's Notes – Sorry this took so long to get out, but I was working on a lot of other things up until now. Sadly I lost everything recently when my hard drive gave out, and I had to start over again. So this is my second time writing the first bit. I'm not sure if I like the ending. The whole 'Draco saves Harry' thing has been used hundreds of times. I don't even really like this whole chapter, lol. It was hard to write. Draco may seem a bit OOC, but remember, he's now 17 – and most guys are more mature by then. Most, lol. So anyway, enjoy – review. You know you want to ;)

Pairings/Warnings – Rated PG-13 for content such as swearing, and I may up the rating later on. This fic is SLASH – you've been warned. Harry/Draco slash, in fact. There may also be other strange couples, depending on how far I take this fic. If you don't like it, then don't read. Flames will be laughed at and ignored. Fic takes place in Harry's seventh year, and contains a lot of love triangles. But don't worry, it'll all work out in the end.

Series Summary – Harry's just trying to make it through his seventh year at Hogwarts alive, but obstacles stand in his way, one of them being Voldemort. And what happens when Hogwart's most eligible bachelor Draco Malfoy realizes that although he could have anyone he wants, his heart belongs to none other than the famous Harry Potter?

Chapter Summery – Draco Malfoy's not a happy camper. He hates his family, and he hates Voldemort – so what's he to do? Will saving Harry Potter's life change anything?

Last Updated: February 08, 2004 – Slight changes.

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Now where did they go? He thought angrily, searching the mansion. Draco Malfoy was the impatient type, and didn't appreciate having to search for his parents. They were obviously up to something, he could tell. His parents would never leave without telling him where they were going, but by the looks of it they had.

Furious, Draco made his way up the stairs and to his bedroom. He was not in a good mood, and hadn't been all summer. Upon arriving home at the end of the school year, he had found out why his father was being so secretive in previous owls during the school year. Lucius had called it a 'homecoming surprise', but when Draco had returned home to find the place full of Death Eaters, he was more than surprised.

"It's time, Draco." His father had smiled that smile of his. It really wasn't a smile, just his all knowing smirk that he normally used. Lucius Malfoy did not smile, under any circumstances, and Draco couldn't remember a time that he had.

"For what?" Draco had asked, feeling uncomfortable under the room's gaze.

"Your Mark, my son." He had replied, and the crowd stepped aside, revealing the form of Lord Voldemort. Draco's eyes had widened as he stared at the man – or could it really be called a man? He had looked more like a snake than anything else. "It's time for you to join us," His had father went on, pushing Draco foreword with the long black cane he carried around.

He had received his Mark that day, a day he would never forget.

Lying down on his bed, Draco stared at the ceiling. Everything had been going down hill since he had arrived home, starting with that. He unconsciously scratched at the Mark on his arm as he continued to stare at the ceiling angrily. Of course he knew the day when he would join Voldemort would come, but he hadn't expected it so soon. He still had a year left of school, for Merlin's sake!

But Father didn't care, Draco scowled as he turned over, letting his arm dangle off the side of the bed. As long as his son became a Death Eater and he had something new to show off to his friends. He clenched his teeth. He hated being pushed into doing anything, and that was what his father had done. It wasn't the only time Lucius had done something like that during that summer, Draco remembered.

Lucius had invited one of the family friend's daughters to stay one weekend, a nice girl, about Draco's age. Had long flowing blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Smart, but a little on the clumsy side. Draco smiled as he remembered. His parents had tried to set him up with her.

"Seventeen and you don't even have a girlfriend!" Lucius had been outraged. His only son and heir to the Malfoy name was seventeen and didn't have a girlfriend? He had been appalled.

So, they had invited the girl with the girl's parent's consent. They had simply loved the idea of their little girl going out with Draco, who was both rich and powerful. Someone that would take care of their little girl, and marriage would follow soon after graduation, they had hoped.

Of course they had been a bunch of money diggers, Draco had decided, and put a plan into action. There was no way he was going to be forced into dating some blonde bimbo – and marry her? He had to laugh. Not in this lifetime! He had simply ignored her advances the whole weekend, much to his parent's dismay. That was until she got much too annoying for Draco to handle, so he grabbed her things and flung them out the door, along with the girl.

His parents had been furious.

"How dare you treat her like that! You must uphold the family name! None of this nonsense! She was a pureblood – perfect girlfriend material!" His father had yelled after as Draco pretended to listen. Why did his father insist he have a girlfriend? And why did he try to set him up? Draco frowned. He was perfectly capable of getting his own girlfriend.

"I want to know that this family is in good hands, and that the family name will go on," His father continued, "That means that it's up to you to produce the next heir. I want to see the future Mrs. Malfoy soon – and I mean soon, Draco! None of this fooling around business. You find a nice girl or I'll find one for you!" He threatened.

Draco snorted at this memory as he looked across his darkened room. He had been forced into getting the Mark, but he would never be forced into marrying some tramp his father picked up. Never. Nor would he be forced into going out with someone he didn't love. He wouldn't be forced into doing anything.

The sound of a door opening downstairs made him look towards his own door. His parents were home; he could hear his father talking downstairs. But where had they gone? Something was definitely up, and Draco soon found out what as Pansy Parkinson stepped into view, standing outside his door.

"Draco? May I come in?" She asked quietly, and he rolled over to face her, putting his arms behind his head to support it. She had matured over the years and had grown a lot prettier, although she still bore the same pug face features. Her hair was long, and flowed around her face. A strand fell in her eyes, which she put back behind her ear with one hand.

Ah, I knew they were up to something, Draco thought as he observed her in silence. Trying to hook me up with Pansy now are they? Well they'll be sadly mistaken, because I went out with her once, and I sure as hell won't do it again!

"Draco?" She asked, clearing the silence.

"Hmm?" He finally answered, "Yeah, come in."

She did so, taking a seat at the end of his bed.

"So, what brings you here?" He asked, studying her.

"My parents are gone out," She raised her eyes to his, and he knew what she meant by 'gone out'. They were on a mission for Voldemort, of course. "And can't take me to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get my things. So your father was nice enough to tell them that I could stay with you until they come back, and he would take me to Diagon Alley when you go to get your things."

Ah, so Father was 'nice enough' to invite her along, Draco mused. He's hoping maybe we'll hit it off or something. Too bad I don't consider her anything more than a good friend. It was true, over the years they had become very good friends. They had gone out once, back when they had first started school, but had decided it best if they just remain friends.

"I see," Was all he said as he watched her fiddle with the bedspread.

"School starts in three days, are you excited?" She asked. "I sure am. It's our last year."

Draco didn't know whether he should be excited or not. Sure, he was happy to get away from his family at last, but it was their last year, which means once he graduated from Hogwarts then his life would become even more hectic.

"Yeah," He answered, just to please her. She smiled at him in response.

"So can I see it?"

"See what?" Draco asked, confused. What was she going on about now?

"The Mark, of course," She took hold of his arm before he could get away and pulled back the sleeve. Studying it, there was a glint in her eye. "My parents say that my time is coming soon, and I'll soon be joining the Death Eaters. I can't wait!"

Draco looked at her like she had grown an extra head. Was she mad? How could she be so eager to just hand her life over to someone else? Didn't she care that she would be giving everything up, just to be a meaningless servant to the Dark Lord? Draco watched her as she grinned and rubbed a finger over the still stinging mark. Obviously not.

"Why are you so happy to be getting it?" He asked her, puzzled. Pansy wasn't as stupid as she looked, she could be pretty smart if you actually got to know her. Those who didn't know her thought her to be annoying and stupid, but she was much more than that.

"To make my parents proud, of course," She blinked, looking up at Draco, "Aren't your parents proud of you?"

Well of course they are, he thought with an grim look, they forced their son to become a servant of the Dark Lord. What parent wouldn't be happy that they signed their child's life away to some horrid murderous monster?

"Very." He replied.

"My mother has been going on all summer how you've received your Mark," Pansy smiled, "And said I should be getting mine soon. I'm going to make her proud by doing so and becoming a Death Eater myself. I can't wait until that day comes – she said something about Christmas. Draco, do you think I'll make a good Death Eater?"

Draco ignored her question, sitting up in bed. "But doesn't it bother you, Pansy? You're going to sign your life away, and for what? To make your parents proud? What about your dream?" Pansy had told him once before that after Hogwarts she wished to get her own place, get married and settle down and have kids. All that seemed to have flew out the window now.

Pansy looked away from him, finding the bedspread very interesting again. "It doesn't matter anymore, Draco. Once You-Know-Who takes over, everything is going to change. I might as well join the right side while I have the chance."

"And what makes his side right?" Questioned Draco.

There was silence from Pansy.

"It will be the winning side," She finally answered.

Draco stared at her for a moment. "And what makes you so sure of that?"

"You know Voldemort," She hesitated as she said the Dark Lord's name, "Will win. There's no one who can stop him."

Draco wanted to say that Harry Potter had faced him quite a few times now and was still alive to tell about it, but that would be saying something good about Potter, which he wasn't about to do. But if Harry Potter could face Voldemort and live, it was quite possible they had a chance to defeat the Dark Lord, wasn't it?

"And I don't wish to die a horrible death like Diggory," Pansy went on, looking up at the ceiling in memory. "So if joining Voldemort will help me live, then I'm willing to do it, and I'll do it with a smile on my face."

Draco continued to stare at her, dumbfounded. Pansy was afraid to die? That's why she was joining? But didn't she know that by joining, she would be killing other innocent people? Draco shook his head. He had been thinking about this a lot the last few years – about becoming a Death Eater. He was hoping that Voldemort would be defeated soon after he rose again during Draco's fourth year at Hogwart's, but he hadn't. Instead Voldemort had laid low and had regrouped all his followers, and the Ministry still believed that nothing was going on.

So Draco had been forced in to becoming what he didn't want to be – a Death Eater, just like his father. Oh how he despised his father.

"You will follow in my footsteps, Draco."

And he had, although he had fought his father along the way. He had not wanted to become a Death Eater, a lowly servant like his father. But his father had pushed him into it, and he had no way to escape. He had received his mark, and it was too late to go back now.

Draco was about to reply when there was a small cough, and both teens looked over to see a house elf standing in the doorway, fidgeting. "I-I'm sorry to interrupt Master Draco, sir, but you and Miss Parkinson are requested at the dinner table, sir."

Draco frowned down at the elf who was quivering in fear. So, father wanted him and Pansy down for dinner? "Tell Father I'll be down in a minute. Pansy, if you'll excuse me.." He looked over at her, and she nodded and got up to leave.

"Draco?" She asked, and he looked at her over his shoulder, "Please don't tell anyone what I said."

Draco nodded, and she left.

The table was quiet like it always was by the time Draco entered the room. He and his family normally ate in silence, unless it was to talk about the Dark Arts or other equally important things. However, as Draco sat down in his chair, which happened to conveniently be next to Pansy, he could tell that the silence was due to his father's temper.

Lucius was mad, Draco could tell right off from the moment he entered the room. He refused to meet his eyes, which angered his father even more.

"You're late," His father finally said, a deep frown on his face. "And we have company. Where are your manners, Draco?"

Draco shrugged, picking up his fork as he continued to not look at his father, which angered him a great deal. His mother seemed to notice this, and taking the conversation into her own hands, she turned to Pansy.

"Pansy dear, how is it?" She asked, watching as the girl ate.

"It's very good, thank you." Pansy smiled back at the older woman in response. Sadly, all conversation from there was lost, and the awkward silence fell upon the table once more. Only when everyone was finished did someone speak.

"May I be excused?" Asked Draco, putting down his fork and wiping his mouth with a napkin. He was full now, and was starting to feel drowsy. He had full plans on going upstairs and retiring for the night. Sleep sounded very good to him at the moment.

"Of course, dear." His mother answered, but he could tell that his father wasn't happy with him leaving. "But please remember that we're leaving early tomorrow for Diagon Alley."

"Will do," Draco replied, pushing in his chair and leaving before his father could say anything. However he was sure he heard something like 'the nerve of that boy!' and 'leaving his guest like that!' once he had reached his room. However all other complaints were cut off when he closed the door, and only the silence of his bedroom remained.

Yawning, he took off his clothes and crawled into bed. The sooner he got to sleep the better. Sleep was his only escape from reality, and he welcomed it with open arms. Tomorrow would be a new day, and soon he would be back to Hogwarts and away from his family and their expectations. That was one reason to be happy to go back to Hogwarts, but sadly it was the only one, for this year Voldemort had a lot in store. A lot. And Draco wasn't sure if he wanted to be around when any of it started to happen.

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The next morning Draco was rudely awoken by the same house elf that had come to his room the night before. Groaning and covering his head with blankets, he threw his pillow at the small frightened creature. The elf stood still, letting out a sort squeal as the pillow hit it, but not once did it move out of the way. If Master Malfoy wanted to punish it for waking him up, then so be it.

"But Master Draco! You must get up, sir! The others are almost ready!" The house elf squeaked, staring down at the fluffy green pillow.

The others? Oh right…Diagon Alley. He sighed, reluctantly sitting up. "Where are my robes?"

The house elf pointed a shaky finger towards a chair, which his robes were lain on.

"Good." Said Draco as he got out of bed, "Now get out of here!"

The house elf didn't need to be told twice. With a pop, he disappeared, leaving Draco alone to shower, get dressed and do his hair. He spent more time doing his hair then he did doing the other things, because he took great pride in his white golden locks.

"Draco! You had better be ready!" Came a loud male voice, as Draco was studying himself in his mirror. Draco rolled his eyes at his father's angry voice as he made his way across his room and opened his door to find a matching angry face. "Good. The others are waiting. Come on."

Following his father, Draco found the others were indeed waiting for him, dressed in fine black robes. Pansy was standing with his mother wearing her Slytherin robes, which were the same as Draco was wearing. She smiled when she spotted him.

"Good morning Draco."

He muttered something under his breath as he passed her. She of all people knew that he wasn't a morning person, having spent so many years in Slytherin with him. You couldn't talk to him at the breakfast table without getting your head bitten off, and it was well in to the day before he was even the least bit social.

"What was that, Draco?" Asked Narcissa, fixing her robe.

"I said good morning Pansy, Mother." He said, trying to plaster a smile on his face for his mother.

"Are you ready to go?" Came Lucius's voice, and they nodded. He then handed around the Floo Powder. Draco took some without saying anything, and took a step towards the fire. He would be first.

Stepping into the fire place, he held up his hand. He had done this many times before, and had no worries. Throwing down the magical powder, he declared his destination. "Diagon Alley!"

The others soon followed, and they proceeded to buy their things for school. Finally, around lunch time, Draco managed to escape his parents.

"I thought they'd never stop following me," Draco complained to Pansy, who walked by his side. "About time I got some time away from them."

"I thought you liked your parents?"

"Not since they started forcing me into doing things I don't want to." Answered Draco, who stopped to look in the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies. A shiny new Firebolt sat there, gleaming in the afternoon sun. "Isn't she a beauty?" He asked, totally changing the subject, "What I wouldn't do to have one of those.."

"I'm surprised you haven't asked Daddy to buy you one already," Came a familiar voice from behind him, and Draco turned to face the one person he did not want to see ever again, or at least not until school started. However, his eyes caught on the sight of his famous arch rival for a second. There was something different about the boy – he had grown, sure, but were those really muscles flexing beneath his robes? And he was tanned…

"Potter," Draco finally composed himself, eyeing the boy and his two friends, "Weasel and Granger, of course you would be here to ruin my day. And for your information, 'Daddy' doesn't buy me everything. If I want a Firebolt then I have to buy it myself, and I have a lot better things to buy with my money." He snorted, looking at Ron, "And at least my Father can afford to buy me things, unlike some people's families."

This got the reaction he wanted from Ron as the buy's ears turned red with anger and Hermione had to grab him by the back of his robes to hold him back. Draco laughed at the sight. Ron was always the easiest one to pick on, not because his family was poor, but because the smallest thing made him mad. And almost everything Draco said or did made him mad.

"Ron! Stop it!" Hermione cried, and he finally settled down enough that she let go.

"Yeah Ronny boy, do what your girlfriend tells you to." Pansy laughed, causing both of them to turn red.

"She's not my girlfriend!" Ron blushed.

"Maybe not, but I bet you wish she was," Draco smirked as he noticed the other boy's red face. "But I'm sure Granger has much better taste."

It was Harry this time who caught Ron by the robes, because Hermione was busily looking somewhere else. "Sod off Malfoy, and take your new girlfriend with you."

Draco frowned at that remark. Pansy wasn't his girlfriend, but he wasn't about to admit to Potter that he was single. Instead, he replied, "I was here first. Take the Weasel and Mudblood with you and leave."

Hermione fumed at the name he called her, and Harry was just as angry. Of course, he knew they would be – that's why he called her that. Draco loved pissing people off, and knew exactly how to push people's buttons.

"You'd better take that back, Malfoy, or –" Harry threatened, grabbing for his wand. He hated to see his friends be made fun of, which was all the more reason for Draco to do it.

"Or what?" Draco smirked.

"Or I'll –"

"You'll what?" Draco stood with his arms crossed, highly amused as he watched Harry.

Common sense seemed to come over the boy, and Harry put his wand away, which he had been gripping tightly in his right hand. He wasn't allowed to do magic, so at the moment, there wasn't much he could do.

"Thought so." Draco went on to say, "You really are predictable, Potter."

Harry glared at him in response with those emerald eyes of his, which were really quite pretty. However, Draco had no time to ponder such thoughts as a scream erupted nearby, and the group turned to see what all of the fuss was about.

A woman was running through the crowd screaming, although what she was saying no one could tell. She was out of breath and her words came out in short gasps. She finally tripped over her long robes, and skidded to a halt not too far away from where the teens stood. A man went forward to help her up, but she pushed him away in fear.

"They…they're coming!" She finally gasped out, her eyes wide with fear. "I saw them!"

"Saw who?" Asked the man as a crowd circled her, wondering what she was going on about.

"Death Eaters!" She cried, struggling to get to her feet.

The man laughed. "There's no Death Eaters here," He told her, "Not after the last attack! They wouldn't be stupid enough to attack here twice!"

"I saw them!" She grabbed hold of his robes tightly, "They're here!"

"I think that woman's a little off her rocker if you ask me," Ron commented from where he stood.

"Maybe." Harry said, watching the scene.

Draco, who had been silent the whole time, looked at Pansy who shrugged. If there were any Death Eaters here then they sure didn't know about it.

"Perhaps they heard that Potter here was in Diagon Alley and decided to attack," Said Draco, startling the three. They had forgotten that he was there up until then. He smirked at their startled faces, especially Harry.

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Glared Hermione, "The death of innocent people…you'd probably laugh as they were killed one by one."

Draco rolled his eyes. "I may be a heartless bastard, but I'm not that heartless. But you can think whatever you like, not like you believe anything I say anyway."

Harry had turned his attention away from Draco again, and was looking at the crowd that had surrounded the woman. She was still struggling to tell them that there really were Death Eaters, and that they all should run for it. However, none believed her because of the attack a few weeks ago. Voldemort would never attack the same place twice, or so they thought.

"He was standing guard at the door to the Leaky Cauldron! Like he was waiting for something!" She insisted.

The man shook his head. "Calm down, I can assure you –"

But he was interrupted by a noise, and by a blue blast of fire as it flew past them. Several people screamed, but it wasn't aimed at anyone in the group of wizards – it was aimed at Harry Potter and his friends.

More screams erupted from the crowd as more of the blue blasts flew down from the sky, and the people scattered like ants, running for shelter. By then it was raining blasts, which hit the ground causing the earth to vibrate and move beneath their feet.

"Harry! Get down!" Hermione cried, dropping to the ground to avoid being hit. Ron did also, covering his head with his arms.

But it was too late, the first blast was upon him, he could already feel the fiery heat – that was, until he was pushed aside to safety. Landing hard on his back, his savior landed on top of him, pinning him to the ground. Around him the screams continued, even after the blasts stopped.

"Harry? Are you okay?" Came Ron's voice, and Harry looked over to see his red headed friend looking back at him worriedly.

"Yeah," He replied, trying to sit up, but was held down by the weight of the person who had saved him. He groaned, rubbing the back of his head. His savior moved, lifting themselves up.

"Potter," Mumbled a voice above him, "You really are a stupid git, aren't you?"

Harry blinked, finally getting a good look at who had saved him through all the dust. That voice – but it couldn't be!

"You had a fire blast coming straight at you and you didn't even try to get out of the way!" The voice went on.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked, confused. It couldn't be…

"Wow, I see you remember my name. I'm proud of you Potter." The blonde headed boy groaned, sitting back and running a hand through his hair, "Now my hair is ruined. I hope you're happy!"

Harry was too confused and amazed to respond. Draco Malfoy, who hated him with a passion, had just saved his life? The world really was coming to an end!

"Why did you.." He finally managed, and Draco gave him a sharp look.

"Don't ask, because I don't know why. All I know is that I just saved your ass, and you didn't even say thank you. Next time I'll just let you be blown to pieces."

"T-thank you." Said Harry, still very confused as to why his enemy would save him.

"Are you sure you're okay Harry?" Hermione asked, helping Harry to his feet. She shot a glance at Draco, who was still on his knees trying to smooth the dust out of his precious hair. She was just as baffled as Harry was – why did Malfoy save Harry? It made no sense.

"Ron!" Called a voice through the settling dust, "Ron!" Mrs. Weasley came into view, a very worried look upon her face as she searched for her son.

"Over here Mum!" Ron called, coughing.

Mrs. Weasley ran over, immediately hugging her son tightly. "Oh Ron! We thought something terrible had happened to you!"

"I'm okay Mum, really." He insisted, pulling away and giving her a reassuring smile.

She then turned her attention to Hermione and Harry. Hermione looked a bit shaken, but Harry looked fine as he wiped his glasses clean in his dust covered robes. "Are you two okay?"

They both nodded as the rest of the Weasley family arrived, looking both fine but also clearly shaken after the attack.

"There have been a few injuries," Mr. Weasley informed them, "But nothing life threatening."

"What happened?" Ron asked.

Draco tuned the rest of the conversation out as he got to his feet. Pansy was standing not too far away, a funny look on her face as she studied him. Walking away from the group unnoticed, he looked at her questioningly.

"What?"

Her eyes left his face briefly to look at Harry Potter, who was now being hugged to death by Mrs. Weasley. "You saved him. Why?"

Once again, Draco did not know how to answer. He really didn't know why he had just saved Harry Potter's life – it just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. He hadn't even thought about what he was doing before he had tackled the other boy to the ground.

"All of this," She looked around the debris, "It was clearly a poor attempt to attack Potter – but you saved him."

"And all would have went well if I hadn't have stepped in," Draco dusted his robes off, "And the famous Harry Potter would be dead by now, nothing but a pile of dust on the road. A good lot of help he would be then when Voldemort attacks Hogwarts." He mumbled. As much as he hated to admit it, Harry Potter would be important in the future. The only one to stand against Voldemort and live. Draco tried to convince himself this was the only reason he had just saved his life.

"You're only delaying what's sure to come. If you think Potter is going to save us all then you're mistaken." Said Pansy, "When the war starts, the Dark Lord is sure to kill him, and who will be left to save us then? Embrace what you are, Draco – a Death Eater. You'll be a lot happier once you do."

"I may have the Mark, but I will not follow in my Father's footsteps," Draco hissed at her.

"So you are working against the Dark Lord, then?" She asked.

Draco growled furiously at her.

"Your parents will be most displeased," She went on.

"Shut up Pansy." He walked away from her, leaving her staring after him.

What did she know, anyway? She was the one who was willing to give up everything just to become a faithful servant to the Dark Lord. She wanted to become a Death Eater – he had had no choice. His Father had forced him into it, and now here he was, seeing just what he would soon be forced into doing.

Injured people lay around him in the dirt, crying and scared. Would he be the next one to cause such senseless destruction? If his father had anything to say about it he would.

But I won't, he growled to himself, I won't be like him! And by saving Potter he had proved that he was nowhere near like his father. Lucius would have never risked his own hide for another, not even his own son.

Looking across from where he was walking, he could see Harry Potter talking to the Weasley family. He had always hated Potter, and probably always would, but he had grown some faith in the other boy over the years. Faith and hope that Potter would be the key to Voldemort's downfall.

Sighing, Draco shook his head. You'd better not let everyone down, Potter.

To be Continued…