InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter & The Hanyou Prince ❯ Merlin's Spells ( Chapter 6 )

General A/N: Italic `….' means Parseltongue.

 

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or Inuyasha. I mean seriously, I hated book 6 so do you honestly think I'd have written like that………….?

 

A/N: I'm so sorry this update has taken so long! First it was a massive job at work that needed to be done so I had been working 70 hours weeks. Then I was having health problems for the longest time, followed by a two-week hospital stay followed by a long recovery. But I'm back, I rested and I'm ready to give this town a wedgie again!

 

Pairings: Harry/Hermione, Inuyasha/Kagome, Ron/some woman.

 

 

Harry Potter & The Hanyou Prince

By Tobias

Chapter 6: Merlin's Spells

 

 

The students who had eaten some of the poisoned were in the hospital wing for only a week. Once Madam Pomfrey had an idea of what kind of poison it was, it was fairly simple to treat. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to treat Ron's paranoia and fear of spiders, which sky rocketed. Even the mere mention of spiders had him casting spells crazily at where the spider was supposed to be. Even blew out a hole in the wall of the common room one day, but (much to everyone's amusement) the spider was seen crawling away.

 

Inuyasha's night of weakness stayed between Harry, Hermione, and Inuyasha. Hermione had demanded to know where Inuyasha was when Harry got back to the common room. As Harry had stumbled to make his lie convincing, Hermione had rightly deduced what night it was. She also mentioned she should have remember from the TV series.

 

Which in turn made Harry vow to get his hands on copies of that show.

 

Everything soon turned back to its normal routine, the leaves finished falling from the trees in time for the first snow to fall. Inuyasha, in between training Harry in combat, was patrolling the grounds, and even the Forbidden Forest. He scared the daylights out of everyone when he emerged one morning with a centaur's arrow in his shoulder. He merely yanked it out and snarled something about stupid horse-humans.

 

He also tried to sniff out who had planted the poison by combing the castle for two weeks after, searching for the scent of the poison used. His nose led him to the Slytherin entrance but he couldn't get in. He had been about to blast it open with Tetsusaiga, but had gotten caught by Snape. Snape had taken two hundred points off Gryffindor, and tried to have Inuyasha expelled. Later, in the headmaster's office, when Inuyasha was informed what an expulsion was, it'd taken Ron, Harry, Neville, and even the Headmaster to hold Inuyasha back from turning Snape into what Inuyasha called, “Pieces small enough even for the fucking kitsune kit to eat.”

 

No one doubted he could do it, and the expulsion was waived after Inuyasha promised not to damage the Slytherin common room entrance.

 

So it was up to Harry and his friends to find out which Slytherin had poisoned the school. They quickly eliminated Parkinson, Zabini, and Nott, who were the only three to eat the food and get sick. That still left most of the Slytherin house. Malfoy was also strangely absent that night, and Ron was vehemently accusing the sole Malfoy heir as the cause for his near death experience. Luna, who was strangely following Ron around after classes most of the time, was quick to point out that they had no direct evidence linking Draco to the poisoning.

 

All thoughts of Malfoy poisoning him were forgotten soon, because the week of the Gryffindor versus Slytherin match arrived a few weeks later. Ron worked them harder than ever before, even so hard on the Thursday before the match, Inuyasha was about to introduce Ron to his favorite sport called, “Tetsusaiga Slashing.” Ron called it quits for the night after the first Wind Scar.

 

The morning of the Quidditch match also caused more problems.

 

“Not a chance in hell!” Inuyasha bellowed.

 

“But you have to!” Ron also shouted, thrusting the Quidditch uniform at Inuyasha. The hanyou held up the uniform in obvious distaste and shoved it back into Ron's arms, sending Ron into a laundry hamper.

 

“No! I will not wear such weird human clothing!” Inuyasha snapped and crossed his arms, scowling. Harry paused for a moment, trying to think of way to get the hanyou to wear the clothing. He glanced out the window and felt a flash on inspiration.

 

“That's okay, Inuyasha.” Harry said, patting the hanyou on the shoulder. “I'm sure the Slytherins will be pleased to hear you couldn't prove that you can beat any human at a human game, just because of human clothing.”

 

The hanyou's ears flattened and he growled.

 

“Give me the fucking uneefurm!”

 

*****

 

“And now I'm proud to present, this year's Gryffindor team, Weasley, Weasley, and-oomph!” The new announcer, a 3rd year in Hufflepuff whose name, Harry couldn't remember for the life of him, was “accidentally” smacked in the head by one of the circling Slytherin chasers, which just happened to be one Theodore Nott. He smirked at the announcer and zoomed off amidst the shouts and protests from the Hufflepuffs.

 

“Captains, shake hands!” Harry glanced down to see Ron trying to break Malfoy's hand, and he had to admit, he wasn't surprised the blond haired Slytherin was captain. They soon took to the sky, each heading for their own positions. As soon Madam Hooch blew the whistle, Harry didn't even have time to follow the Quaffle when a bludger came racing towards him. He back rolled, avoiding the bludger in time to see another one heading for him. This time he dove toward Inuyasha,, who was racing towards him. The hanyou zoomed past Harry on his broom and smashed his bat into the bludger, sending it screaming towards Crabbe, one of the Slytherin beaters along with his twin, Goyle. The large Slytherin was actually quick enough to dodge the bludger, and Inuyasha zoomed off after the other bludger.

 

“Nott scores! 10 to 0 Slytherin!” The announcer said, disgust in his voice. Harry frowned and noticed the chasers were getting into something fierce while Malfoy looked smug. Harry heard a high speed whine behind him and reacted instinctively. He dove straight down at a 90-degree angle, pulling up ten feet from the ground. His Firebolt groaned and struggled to obey. He felt the bristles scrape the ground, but he was able to pull out of the dive and shoot straight past the startled Slytherin keeper, allowing Ginny to score during the distraction.

 

“Weasley scores! 10 to 10!”

 

Harry grinned and noticed Malfoy glaring at him. He stuck out his tongue and pulled down his eyelid at the blond seeker. Malfoy, snarled and got his beaters attention. He made a slashing across his throat and pointed at Harry. Both beaters instantly tried even more so to hit Harry with bludgers. It soon proved futile however, as Inuyasha was responding with skills only a hanyou could posses. He was everywhere during the game, making spectacular saves and swinging his reinforced beater bat with all his strength.

 

With the beaters battling out amongst themselves, and the chasers dead up against each other, it was up to the keepers and seekers.

 

Ron was up to par, making every save to make up for the one he had missed at the start of the game. His Slytherin counter part, however, struggled to cope with his first game and was starting to fatigue. Only the Slytherin chasers kept Gryffindor from taking a huge lead, and after three hours of play, the score soon became 80 to 10 Gryffindor. Harry had been circling since the beginning, occasionally dodging a bludger due to Malfoy's “Knock Potter Out With Bludgers” strategy. Malfoy himself kept himself on the opposite side of the pitch from Harry, wary of being caught in some crossfire from the beaters.

 

Soon, the fourth hour arrived with no change in the score. Everyone, even Inuyasha was showing signs of fatigue. That's when Harry saw it. The snitch zoomed straight down from a cloud in the setting sun, and hovered in the middle of the pitch. Harry instantly dove, zooming through the chasers fighting for the quaffle. He zipped after the snitch, which took off. He heard the signature whine that indicated he had another seeker close to him. He ignored Malfoy, focusing on the snitch. It was so close, so close…….

 

Harry stretched his hand out, just about to cup the snitch……

 

Malfoy slammed into Harry at full speed, sending them both careening to the stands. Harry wasn't to regain control in time, and slammed into the Gryffindor students. He heard Madam Hooch frantically blowing her whistle, and Hermione screaming his name before he blacked out.

 

*****

 

“Harry mate, can you hear me?” Ron's voice shouted. Harry groaned and struggled to open his eyes. He jerked back when he saw Ron and Madam Pomfrey inches away from his face.

 

“I am now, you git.” Harry muttered. He shook his head and tried to sit up. His vision swam and he groaned, lying back down. He looked around and saw the other Gryffindors staring at him, all of them blurry. He reached up to find his glasses were gone. Harry sighed and shifted uncomfortably, what was left of the benches digging into his back. “What's going on?”

 

“Madam Hooch gave us a 15 minute timeout to sort out you and Malfoy. He got back into the air, soon after you guys hit. He landed on you.” Hermione's voice said from somewhere in the crowd of Gryffindors. He felt some one squeeze his right hand, and turned to see a fuzzy haired blur. The blur sniffled.

 

“How long do I have?” Harry asked, forcing himself to sit up. His back screamed at the movement and his vision swam again. He blinked hard to clear it the best he could.

 

“You are going to the hospital wing, Mr. Potter. Your back is severely sprained at the least. You need to spend the next twelve hours in chair with some muscle restorative, at the least.” Madam Pomfrey stated. Harry shook his head and forced himself to stand, causing what sounded like everyone in the stadium to gasp.

 

“My glasses.” Harry demanded. No one moved and Hermione's hands tightened on his.

 

“Harry, you can't! You have cuts everywhere from the bench pieces, you could have popped your back out of place or worse!” Hermione said, a bit of panic in her voice.

 

“I have to.” Harry stated, trying his best to ignore the pain in his back. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, focusing on his Occlumency shields. He used them to block out the pain, pushing it down and away.

 

“Here, pup.” said a big red and white blur, holding something out to him. Nodding his thanks to Inuyasha, he took his glasses from the hanyou's outstretched hand and put them on. He blinked as everything came back into focus. His right lens had a crack in the middle, but he could live with that for now. He looked down at himself, and he sighed. His robes were torn to shreds, and he saw faint smears of blood in places. His Firebolt was in Inuyasha's other hand, and only looked to be scratched up a bit.

 

“Come on mate, if you're going to do this, you need to get back in the air in three minutes.” Ron said. Harry grinned at his friend who just shook his head. He took his Firebolt from Inuyasha, who stopped Harry by placing a hand on his shoulder. Looking at the hanyou in confusion, he saw respect in his eyes.

 

“You show them just how tough you are, pup. These bastards won't know what hit them.” Inuyasha said, squeezing Harry's shoulder before mounting his broom and heading back into the air. Harry went to mount his broom, when he noticed Hermione hadn't released his hand.

 

“Hermione, I need my hand back, please?” Harry asked, tugging gently. Her grip tightened and she shook her head.

 

“Harry, Malfoy has done everything he could this match to stop you! If he keeps this up, you could be killed! Accidentally or not!” She replied, and Harry frowned as her voice quivered just a bit.

 

“'Moine, I have to. With how dirty the Slytherins are playing we need everyone in the air. We can't afford to have Ginny take my place as Seeker and short the Chasers one.” Harry said. Hermione bit her lip.

 

“Please Harry, it's just a game. You could get hurt or worse!” Hermione said. Harry was surprised to see tears in her eyes. He reached up with his other hand without thinking, cupped her cheek and brushed them away with his thumb.

 

“Not to Malfoy. He won't let up until he puts all of us in the hospital. I have to end this now.” Harry said, firmly. The whistle blew, and he glanced at Madam Hooch.

 

“Mr. Potter! Play resumes in one minute! Get into the air if your going to play, or you're out for the rest of the game!” She shouted, her voice clearly stating she wished he would stay out. Harry gently extracted himself from Hermione's grasp and went to mount his broom.

 

Hermione grabbed the front of his robes and yanked Harry to her, kissing him soundly on the mouth. Surprised, Harry was shocked into inaction, but before he could even try to respond, Hermione let go.

 

“Kick his arse, Harry.” Hermione responded, her face as red as her scarf. Harry stood there flabbergasted as he watched Hermione hurry off. He mounted his broom in a daze and rose up, not noticing he was hovering near Inuyasha, until the hanyou spoke, snapping him out of his daze.

 

“Onnas. One minute they don't want you to kill the demon, the next they're all for it.” Inuyasha sated, shaking his head. Harry stared at the hanyou before grinning widely. He glanced at Ron, expecting to find his best mate glaring at him.

 

But instead, Ron had this strangely thoughtful and deep look on his face. He glanced at Harry and then to Hermione and back to Harry and then Hermione again. He frowned, not angrily but….thoughtful. He turned his attention away from Harry, and back onto the game. Harry looked away and tried to focus back on the game.

 

`The game.' Harry thought and smirked, glancing at Malfoy, who was sneering at him.

 

“I'll take care of that coward. You get that gold nitch.” Inuyasha said.

 

“Snitch.” Harry corrected absently, grinning. The hanyou snorted.

 

“Whatever.” Inuyasha said, zooming off. Harry grinned to himself as the whistle blew and the quaffle was tossed up again. He immediately flew up as high as he could, and began to circle. There was no way Malfoy would find that snitch before he would. After all, Harry had the best reason in the world to find it.

 

And it proved to the best kind of motivation. The snitch zoomed in from the Slytherin goals, right into the mess of chasers, fighting for the quaffle. Harry saw Malfoy was watching him, and he decided to get the git back. He banked hard back on his broom, making his back send a bolt of pain through him, and shoot straight up into the air. Malfoy was instantly after him, Harry leading him ever higher. He had lost sight of the Snitch of course, but he hopped it wouldn't go to far. It began to get colder, and the clouds were thickening. He decided it was time, when his glasses began to fog up. He glanced behind him to see Malfoy glaring at him. He smirked and let go of his broom.

 

Harry laughed at Malfoy's shocked expression and the screams from everyone below. He spread his arms and legs, and looked for his Firebolt. He saw it falling next to him on his left. He snatched it and slammed it under him. Harry figured he only had a few seconds before it became impossible to pull out of his suicidal dive. He looked for the snitch, spotting it just over the teacher's box. He yanked hard on his broom, and he felt a cold chill rush through him as he heard his Firebolt groan and creek, and it even gave a loud crack.

 

`Please, please hold together, baby.' Harry silently prayed, holding hard into the broom as it shook and groaned under the force of trying to pull out of the dive. He finally was able to make the turn and he zoomed over everyone, he came up on the snitch, which started to move away from him. But Harry was going so fast, he caught up in seconds and had to reach down, his hand scooping up the snitch as he zoom off the pitch. He forced himself into stop, panting. When he finally stopped, his hand stung from the hard contact it had made with the Snitch, which was still fluttering in his grasp, he was hovering over what appeared to be the center of the Forbidden Forest, and Hogwarts was a few towers in the horizon.

 

Sighing, Harry turned his weary Firebolt back towards home. He was in for it now. As he was flying back to Hogwarts, he grinned to himself, remembering Hermione was there waiting for him.

 

The Firebolt seemed to shake has Harry forced it to top speed.

 

*****

 

“Blimey Harry! You should have seen Malfoy's face when you came back, the snitch in hand! He had been ranting that you were flew out of bounds and should be disqualified!” Ron said.

 

Harry laughed from his seat in the common room. Madam Pomfrey had reluctantly agreed to let him go if he promised to find a seat in the common room, and not move from it all night, even sleep in it, while the potion worked on his back. She had found numerous torn muscles and even a popped disk.

 

But at least he hadn't been unconscious.

 

“Harry! We had Professor McGonagall check my Omnioculars of your dive!” Colin Creevy said, running up with his brother, Dennis. “You were going 437 miles an hour! That's well over the Firebolt's top speed of 300!”

 

“I know, and so does my Firebolt.” Harry said, sighing. His broom had a small warp near the tip and the twigs were puffed up like a scared cat's tail. There was also a crack near the middle, about three inches long. It was going to cost a fortune to have fixed.

 

It was well worth it.

 

“Oy, baka, I haven't been able to find her. Smart wench must have used some of your magics to hide her scent.” Inuyasha said, coming into the common room. Hermione had vanished almost as soon as Harry had sat down in the common room. Inuyasha said, he would find her but Hermione apparently remember about the hanyou's nose and had taken precautions.

 

The hanyou growled at the Wizarding Wireless turned up to max, and flattened his ears, but grabbed some butterbeers for Harry and Ron, and some punch for himself. He handed them out, and shot the Creevys a glare, sending them off. The hanyou sat down on his usual windowsill, next to the trio's corner.

 

“Its okay, she'll turn up. She has to come through here to go to bed.” Harry said. He looked at Ron. “Listen, Ron, I……..”

 

“Its alright, Harry.” Ron said, sighing. He leaned back in his chair. “She's better off with you than me.”

 

“Ron, its not like I meant for this to happen mate, it just happened.” Harry said, trying to explain to his best friend. Ron just waved him off.

 

“I said its okay Harry. I mean we fight most of the time anyways. Besides, Luna………” Ron blushed and clammed up. Harry grinned and nudged his friend.

 

“Oy, been seeing the benefits of Ravenclaw wisdom?” Harry said. Inuyasha snorted, smiling.

 

“Oh, shut up, Harry.”

 

*****

 

The party didn't quit until well after midnight, when McGonagall broke it off and sent everyone except Harry up to bed. She conjured him a footstool, and summoned him his blanket and pillow. After transfiguring his clothes into a set of pajamas, she complimented him on showing her one of the most incredible yet stupidest dives in her life. Harry just grinned and wished her goodnight.

 

But couldn't go to sleep. He had a small candle burning on a table end, giving him enough light to read Merlin's Spell book as he waited up for Hermione. Inuyasha had vacated his place in the Whomping Willow and was sitting beneath the window, his back against the wall, Tetsusaiga resting against his shoulder. He looked up as a click sounded from the entranceway. The portrait swung open silently, emitting one Hermione, with tear tracks on her face, silently making her way to the girl's dorm.

 

“Hey you.” Harry called, quietly. Hermione gasped, and whirled to face him.

 

“Harry!” she shouted, surprised.

 

“Shhhhh…..” Harry said, and jerked his thumb at Inuyasha who grunted. The watched the hanyou, who's ears twitched but didn't move otherwise.

 

“What are you doing down here?” Hermione whispered.

 

“Doctor's orders. I have to sleep in this chair tonight while my back heals.” Harry said. Hermione sighed, and Harry grinned.

 

“Oh, Harry, that was one of the most foolish and amazing things I've ever seen.” Hermione scolded and Harry's grin widened.

 

“True, but I knew it would work.” He said, and then schooled his face into a stern look. “And where have you been young lady?”

 

Hermione shifted a bit and looked away.

 

“Thinking.” She said.

 

“And crying.” Harry noted. Hermione blushed, and whipped at her cheeks a bit.

 

“Yes, that too. You………scared me pretty badly, Harry. I've never seen Malfoy play such dirty Quidittch. He deliberately rammed into you at full speed. Madam Hooch didn't see it so she couldn't call him for a penalty, but Harry, he hit you at top speed! I wanted to hex him right then and there but I just froze and then when he floated away I ran over to you and………..” Hermione said.

 

“Hermione, relax. I'm here, I'm safe, and I'm healing. I'm okay, it was only Quidditch.” Harry said, waving his hand.

 

“No, it wasn't just Quidditch!” Hermione snapped. Inuyasha grunted and stretched, before settling down again. They both waited before continuing. “Harry, he wanted to kill you! I've never seen him look so angry before!”

 

“'Mione, I'll admit he was getting a bit rough. It's why I had Inuyasha look for you. I was worried he might have gone after you. But when he said your scent disappeared, I knew you went somewhere to be alone. Malfoy's not smart enough to hide something like that.” Harry said. Hermione slowly made her way over to Harry and sat on the left armrest of his chair.

 

“You were worried about me?” She said, softly. Harry smiled up at her.

 

“Just a bit, but I was more worried about something involving a kiss. Like if you were going to do it again?” He whispered conspiratorially. Hermione smiled seductively.

 

“Maybe, but he'd have to ask nicely…..” she said, leaning down to whisper to him and run her left hand along his chest gently, making Harry's heart race.

 

“Please Miss. Granger? I'd love to repeat your good luck charm again.” Harry said, reaching up to wrap his left arm around her waist, pulling her into his lap, Merlin's Spell book, dropping to the floor, forgotten.

 

“Your wish is my command, Mr. Potter.” Hermione said, leaning to him.

 

Their lips met, and Harry swore the world stopped. He held Hermione close to him, running his arms under hers, holding her close. One of Hermione's hands gently rubbed his side as the other went into his hair. Time stopped just for them it seemed, and Harry never wanted to let her go.

 

But he did have to and he did so with some reluctance.

 

“Hermione……” he began, but was caught off when she leaned back down and began to snog the life out of him.

 

*****

 

Later, much later, they sat there, gazing at the common room fireplace, where the fire was crackling merrily. Harry held Hermione in his laps, his arms loosely wrapped around her. She had her head resting against his chest, nuzzling contentedly into him.

 

“How long?” he asked, knowing she would understand. She laughed softly.

 

“Since first year, I suppose, when you saved me from the troll. I don't think I understood until last year, when I saw you with Cho.” She replied, running her fingers up his chest. Harry laughed softly and the clock in the corner began to chime, signaling four o'clock in the morning. Hermione reluctantly pulled away and got off him.

 

“I need to go get some sleep. I promise I'll see you in the morning.” She said. Harry smiled at her and nodded.

 

“And first thing after breakfast, I intend to snog you in front of everyone to announce you're my girlfriend.” Harry stated. He had no idea where this level of confidence was coming form but whenever he thought of Hermione, he threw caution to the wind.

 

Blushing, Hermione nodded and bent down to pick up Merlin's spell book. She handed it back to him.

 

“And next time be more careful with your books Mr. Potter. They don't grow out of trees.” She mock scolded. Harry chuckled.

 

“Yes, ma'am!” he said and saluted. Laughing softly, Hermione made her way up the stairs. Harry watched her go, his eyes lingering on her bottom as he did.

 

“Now do you believe me about your birthday party, pup?”

 

Startled, Harry, turned to see Inuyasha watching him curiously.

 

“Yes, now I do.” Harry said. He paused. “How long have you been awake?” The hanyou smirked.

 

“Since the door opened, letting her in.” Inuyasha said. Harry groaned.

 

“Go to sleep baka. You need it.” The hanyou said, stretching a bit and then settling against he wall.

 

Sighing, Harry turned back to Merlin's Spell book, intending to mark his place and set it aside. The book had flipped to another page when it must have dropped, and Harry was about to turn back to his place to mark it, when something caught his eye. It was the heading of two spells, in the latter part of the book.

 

The Merging Of Bodies

 

Only to be attempted between two people, this spell will merge the best attributes of one and mix them with the other, leaving the weaker attributes in the other. For example, if one caster is weak at transfiguration and powerful in charms, and the other caster is strong at transfiguration and weak at charms, one would channel the strength of charms and transfiguration, while the other would find him equal to that of a squib. This also applies to physical attributes. Physical abilities would be greatly increased with abilities from the other caster. Caution is to applied however, as if the “weak' caster is killed while the spell is active, the “strong” caster is instantly killed. The effect usually ranges from two to nine days.

 

To cast the spell one must………

 

Harry rubbed his eyes, and gazed at the spell. This, could get him to Voldemort, get him to Voldemort's level, just long enough to stop him. Harry looked at the spell on the opposing page.

 

`And this is the spell that can kill him!' Harry thought with glee.

 

Emotion's Touch

 

I discovered this spell, quite by accident. If the caster is able to channel enough pure, wandless magic in his or her self, they could focus it on a type of emotion, and then force that emotion into that caster's target. This could be used positively and negatively. It could help countless people pull of depression by also drive normal men into anger driven homicidal rages. The amount of emotion released into the target is only limited by the caster's CAPACITY for that emotion. I say again, capacity. You do not need to have that much hate for some one in general but the ability to hate. Since anger, rage, and violence are part of human nature, it is the reason why this spell is being added to this journal. The spell can be far to easily abused, as was my hunting charm, Avada Kedavra. This was meant to make retrieving meat, far easier and less damaging. But during the Crusades, I saw the evil it caused and vow to never again release such spells with so much potential for great good and evil.

 

“Merlin created the Killing Curse?!” Harry said, awe in his voice. Harry rubbed his scar, thinking. He'd needed to show this to Dumbledore. He needed to show him- A yawn interrupted Harry's thoughts. He'd show him in the morning. Right now, he needed to sleep.

 

Marking the page with his bookmark, set it and his glasses on the table. Relaxing into his chair, Harry smiled up at the ceiling. Voldemort wouldn't know what hit him………

 

 

 

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Sorry guys, but no review comments. I usually take all reviews and stick them in a folder to remember who said what but since its been so hectic, I think I've lost half of them for the last chapter. Sorry but thanks to all of you who reviewed! The next chapter will be out by the New Year!

 

A/N: This chapter was un-beta-ed, because, well, I can't find my betas! *cries* I guess they disappeared in that haze that was life for the past 5 months. Oh well, I guess I gotta do it myself………..

 

Next Chapter: Harry tries to learn the spells in Merlin's Spell book, but some one strikes at the students again, and this time, they show they mean business……………….