Hathor, Egyptian Goddess of Happiness

-

Papa and Daddy never fought. They were always the loving couple. Sometimes, they'd have their slight disagreements where they didn't see eye to eye, like decided where I would attend school, but they'd never have an actual fight.

One night, it was completely different.

Papa told Daddy that he didn't want me going to Hogwarts. He said that I wasn't allowed to go until Voldemort was killed. Dad disagreed.

"I want a divorce."

The words confused me. I didn't know what that was back when I was five. And it must have surprised Papa because he kept making noises as if he wanted to say something but couldn't think of anything to say.

"I'll take Scorpius and Lily far away from here, Harry. I'll find a place where they can be safe. Australia or New Zealand or somewhere around there. Just...anywhere far away from the dangers here."

"They're safe..."

"They're not safe. If they were safe, they'd be able to go wherever they wanted. Scorpius barely ever gets to see the outside world. He's five and he's been to Diagon Alley once. That's not normal for a child of wizarding blood."

"Look at who his parents are, Draco...he's never going to be normal. And I don't understand what's with the divorce. We don't need a divorce to make the kids happy. You just need to hang on just a little bit longer. I'll defeat Voldemort and then we can be a happy family together."

"You've been fighting him for years. We're not going to be happy. We should have known this before we got married. We did know this; we just ignored it. Our children won't enjoy their lives. They can't grow up here. It's too dangerous and it's the wrong sort of life for them."

My papa seemed to struggle for words. "So you want to divorce me because I won't let Scorpius go to Hogwarts? That's what this all comes down to, right? It's making me so warm and fuzzy inside to know that that's the extent of your love for me."

"Don't you dare question my love for you, Harry." Prior to that, I hadn't heard my dad yell at Papa like that. "I'm thinking about the welfare of our children. We shouldn't have even had children or have gotten married, in reality..."

"Don't say something like that." Papa was yelling now, too. "Lily and Scorpius are our babies. They're our everything..."

"We can't provide them with the lives they need. To make them happy, we have to put them in danger and to make them safe, we have to sacrifice their happiness. You of all people should know this." My dad sighed heavily. "I'll see Raquel in the morning..."

"To do what? Lily's birth is in a few weeks. What would you do?"

"I'd have her raise her..."

"The hell I'm letting that happen! Lily is our baby! What's wrong with you?"

"I'm scared." It sounded like Daddy didn't mean to say those words. "I'm terrified that Scorpius and Lily won't be happy. We both grew up scared and unhappy...I don't want our children to suffer..."

"You don't want them to suffer, but you'd separate this family? Draco, there's no sense in that. Just...let's go to bed. We're tired and not thinking straight...we can talk about this in the morning, okay love?"

And then I heard them moving away from the door.

When I woke up, Daddy was out. Papa told me Daddy had gone to see Lily.

I found out later that Dad had gone to talk to my surrogate mother. Papa never told me why. But that was also the day Dad was caught and killed.

Papa never forgave himself for fighting with him.

-

Harry woke up feeling warmer than usual. His whole body tingled with bliss, feeling refreshed and exhilarated. In his arms, he held Draco, who was still sleeping. He looked down at his lover's face with a smile. The teen was so much cuter this close. That thought had Harry biting back a laugh, knowing it would wake him. He couldn't get over what they had done the night before. He had made love to Draco. He had admitted his love for him. And now they were curled up together after spending so long away from each other. It truly was a paradise to be there in Draco's arms.

It bugged him, though, that Draco seemed to know all along that he was Scorpius' papa. It made him wonder how much of it had been Draco's affections or Draco's knowledge.

"I can't feel my arm."

Draco's voice was groggy from sleep and it was then that Harry realised that the blonde's arm had been twisted under Harry's body at some point of the night. It also had Harry realising that Draco was awake, though his eyes were shut tight.

"Then why'd you put it under me?" Harry grinned, ducking down to kiss Draco's lips. He shifted to let Draco remove it, only to have him pull him in tighter.

"Comfy now."

"And incredibly caveman-ish if you ask me."

"Didn't."

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at Draco's morning behaviour. The Slytherin obviously wasn't a morning person.

-

When Remus' eyes opened that morning, he found his lover hovering above him in their bed.

"No more," the werewolf grumbled, turning to his side. Severus was there in an instant, running a hand through the mousy brown hair he had come to love.

"I'm not the sex fiend you make me out to be."

Remus laughed from his throat. "Yeah? Tell that to my arse. I'm in a lot of pain here because you can't seem to go one night without going two rounds with me."

Severus shrugged lazily. "It's not my fault."

"And it's mine? Last I checked, men our ages aren't supposed to have a sex drive as big as yours."

Chuckling, Severus pulled Remus in close to him so they were hip to hip.

"I told you no more," Remus objected, swatting his lover on his shoulder. "Go have a cold shower or something."

"I'd prefer to have you."

Remus rolled his eyes but relaxed in Severus' arms.

"So, the next Hogsmeade weekend is in..."

"Severus, we can't be planning this," Remus argued. "We need to protect the students."

"I want to marry you," Severus told him firmly. "And I'm going to marry you."

"You're acting like a child."

"The Dark Lord would have contacted me about an ambush on the children. He knows that Potter's been banned from the weekends. He's not going to risk it. Besides, it's more likely he'll go for Albus. If all of the professors are out protecting the children, then who's there to prevent a wide-scale attack on the castle? He'd do it, too, after what happened last night. He doesn't take to losing such a large force too well."

Remus scooted closer to Severus and pressed their lips together briefly. "Go have a cold shower," he repeated softly. "I want some breakfast."

Severus groaned, but rolled out of bed nonetheless. He didn't bother hiding his arousal from his future husband as he headed towards the bathroom.

Keeping the door open, Severus let Remus see everything as he turned on the water to their shower, smirking as the steam from the heated water permeated their bedroom.

"I said a cold shower," Remus said, rolling into Severus' pillow.

"I thought I'd deal with it in a nicer manner."

And the thought of Severus masturbating was enough to get Remus out of bed and under the hot spray of water with him.

-

"I need an Invisibility Cloak."

Green eyes sparkled when one appeared to his right. Throwing it over his head, he headed out in the direction of the hallway, but the moment he stepped out of the room, he felt it disappear.

"Well...shit."

"Malfoy!"

"Oh fuck."

-

They kept getting sidetracked. Every time Draco moved, Harry just wanted to hold him and put him back to bed. They didn't have a clue if Draco had taken the poison or not, but Harry treated him as if he had. And whenever Harry touched Draco, it lit the fire all over again, which rendered the two of them interlocked in Draco's bed for another half hour.

"I really need to identify that poison," Draco muttered into Harry's chest. His entire body was aching. Harry grumbled something intelligible and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist. The poor brunette was exhausted. Neither was used to the marathon sex they'd been participating in, and were overly worn out. Draco winced as he tried to manoeuvre his way out of Harry's arms.

"Where are you going?"

"To get dressed. I need to figure this out, Harry. I can make a potion that'll check if I've got any foreign toxins in my body, but I have to get out of bed to do it."

Harry groaned, entirely unhappy with that fact, and relinquished his hold on his blonde lover.

With a pained grimace, Draco put his feet on the cold floor and stood away from the bed. He had never seen Harry snatch his glasses up so quickly in his life.

"Pervert."

The brunette merely smirked at him.

Painfully, Draco threw on a pair of jeans (for the third time that day) and headed towards his potions desk. He had three desks in his room, which was one of the perks of having your own bedroom. One was covered with potion making utensils, the other with text books, parchment, quills and various colours of ink and the other was his bedside table.

Harry propped himself up on one elbow to watch Draco move. He was always intrigued with how elegant the teen was when he was making potions.

"You know which one to make to see if you're okay?" Draco nodded his head, grabbing at random things Harry had never seen before. "And do you have everything to make it?"

"Of course I do. Open the trunk under the bed and grab me out some mint leaves, would you?"

"They're green, right?"

Unamused grey eyes turned to him to catch Harry's wide grin. Harry winked at him before he slipped out from under the blankets. Not caring that he was completely naked, Harry crouched low, reaching under the bed. He could feel Draco's eyes taking in every millimetre of his skin. When he turned back to his lover, the green leaves in hand, he couldn't help but wrap himself around him.

"Now who's the pervert?"

"Get some clothes on."

"You sure?"

"Do you really want to put my life in this much danger, Harry?"

With a chaste kiss to Draco's temple, Harry complied, turning back to wherever his clothes had been strewn last night to slip them on.

"Is there anything else you'd like me to do?"

"You can sit there and look pretty. I can do this myself. And I'd much rather do it alone; knowing you, you'd screw it all up."

"You shouldn't say the word 'screw'. It puts dirty images in my head."

Harry couldn't help but laugh as the blonde threw something at him over his shoulder.

"Dickhead."

"That has a dirty word in it, too..."

"Just shut up."

The smiles died down as Draco concentrated more on his work. It was completely effortless, if a little flawed. His movements were somewhat slower than usual, but Harry realised it was because he wasn't doing too well on his feet.

"Do you have anything to take the sting away?" Harry asked, almost innocently, from his spot on the bed. He nearly laughed as he saw the tips of Draco's ears go pink. "I'm sorry if it hurt..."

"It's okay. It's just a reminder that I haven't done that for a very long time."

Harry resisted the temptation to grab Draco and pull him back into bed, if only to get his body back into the habit.

But there was something else on his mind.

"Hey, how long ago did you find out about our relationship?"

And that stiffened Draco's back.

"Not too long ago."

"Before when? Christmas?"

"Yes, I knew before that. It was the day we met in the Room of Requirement for our lessons after the first nightmare Scorp had."

Harry was dreading this. "You knew before the picnic?"

Draco nodded his head. "I didn't want to say anything."

"That was one of the most amazing days I've ever experienced and you knew..."

"It's not as if it had any affect. I had these feelings before I found out. It just helped me accept them." Without thinking, he added the next ingredients as if he wasn't talking to Harry at all. He didn't need any instructions; he knew everything off by heart.

"How many times have you been poisoned...?" Harry asked slowly, watching how efficiently Draco moved.

Draco sent him a grin. "Theo thought he was poisoned a few days ago. We have no idea what Parkinson's been up to, so we were taking all sorts of precautions. This is the third time this week." He let out a heavy sigh. "I'm so sick of it." The stirring motions he had started stopped and he sighed loudly again. Can you pass me the knife set from the trunk?"

"You've got a whole set of shiny knives up there."

"They're for plants. I need my meat ones now."

Harry groaned, but dug through Draco's case again, finding the set. When he gave them to his lover, he wrapped his arms around him, holding him tightly. That didn't halt Draco's movements at all. The hiss of the blade moving over the leather it was bound in always sent shivers down Harry's side, but the silver knife looked amazing. He then looked at the ingredients on the table.

"You only have plan..." His words were cut off short when Draco sliced his own finger, allowing several drops of blood to fall into the simmering potion. The swirling of the blood intrigued him until he realised the colours were changing. It went from its original green to pearl. "What does that mean?"

"It means that I'm clear. There's no poison in me."

Harry had never heard better news in his life. He grabbed at Draco's wrist, pulling the injured skin to his mouth. Once he had kissed the blood away, he started paying attention to Draco's neck.

"Mister Malfoy...Mister Potter...? Are you two in there?"

Both jolted at the voice coming from the doorway.

"Who is it?" Draco hissed, leaning his head back onto Harry's shoulder, loving the way Harry was tending to his neck again.

"My name is Julius Blackthorn, sir. I'm Crispin's friend. I have..."

With another heavy sigh, Draco shrugged out of Harry's arms and headed for the door. The moment he opened it, the spells were incapacitated and he was physically pushed down. Straight away, Harry was armed with his wand, having grabbed it from under Draco's pillow and was aiming it at the brunette sprawled across Draco.

And then he paused.

"Scorpius?"

The previously blonde teen looked up at him with a bright smile. "Papa!" He scrambled off his dad's fallen body and leapt up to embrace his papa.

"Scorp?" Draco asked, sitting up and turning to the pair with shock. "What the hell happened to your hair?"

"Focus on the important part, Draco," Harry grumbled before he stood back from the boy. "What happened to you? How are you back? Where did you go...?"

"Now there's the Papa I remember so lovingly," Scorpius grinned, looking up at his papa's face. "You're always asking a million questions regarding my safety."

"Scorpius..."

"What the hell happened to your hair?" Draco repeated, running a hand through the brown locks. "I don't like it. Change it back."

"That'd be my fault," Julius claimed, ruffling his own sandy hair. "I found him and I knew people would harass him if they saw him. So, using my special techniques, I disguised him. Should have known better than to assume I'd have any luck confusing his folks, though." With a quick wave of Julius' wand, the glamour was removed and the Scorpius they had gotten used to was staring up at him. "I'm quite good at them, though. That's how I get all my information. That's what I did the night the Death Eaters invaded. I was in disguise as someone else, so that if I was spotted, I could run away and they'd get the blame."

"Yes, fine, whatever," Draco muttered, his hands now playing with Scorpius' platinum hair. "You're here." He pulled his son into his arms and Scorpius suddenly flushed.

"What was I interrupting...?" he asked, realising his parents were topless.

"Nothing. We just got out of bed," Harry told him, causing Scorpius' mouth to drop open.

"I disappear and you two start having sex? You really know how to make your kid feel important, you know..."

"It's not like that, you cheeky little bugger."

"What were we to do, anyway?" Draco asked, reaching for his son again and ignoring Scorpius' ironic snort. "And it doesn't matter now that you're back. You're here and that's all that's important."

"It's been years since I've walked in on the two of you," Scorpius grinned playfully. Draco nearly choked on the air around him.

"Surely we weren't that stupid..."

The younger teen laughed. "You weren't stupid...just very horny."

"I don't need to hear that from my son," Harry grumbled before he glared at the Slytherin still standing in the door. "Anything else?"

"Nope, sorry sir. I'll be going now." And with that, Julius disappeared from the doorway, being kind enough to close the door.

"You didn't have to be so mean to him, Papa. He did me a huge favour taking care of me like that."

"He changed your hair colour," Draco argued, not sure if he would ever get over that. He never, ever, wanted to see that colour on the boy's head. "What happened to you, by the way?"

Scorpius shuddered visibly. "I was stuck somewhere...I could see you and Papa, but you were never together. He was out fighting the Death Eaters and you...you were burnt and molested..." His eyes started to tear. "And then I saw Grandfather putting a vial of something by someone's bed...he had to leave a note with it, and it said that it was a potion. He meant to poison you, but he didn't want to do it. He was being forced into it. That's why he didn't give it to Parkinson..." He stopped, noticing the hurt and anger on Draco and Harry's faces. "I kept flashing between the three of you like that, and then I saw Dad's death by the potion, and I saw the old Uncle Sev dying just moments after I took the time potion...it was non-stop. I saw Papa crying and there was no Lily. It was so strange..."

Harry stepped forward, hugging Scorpius. "Okay."

"And then I came back when I saw Grandfather give you the sample, Papa. I woke up in the Great Hall. I managed to run to the Room of Requirement but I couldn't go any further. I didn't want anyone seeing me and I know most Slytherins sneak out at night, so I couldn't make it to the dungeons, and I didn't know the password to the Gryffindor common room. But, as much as I tried, the Room wouldn't let me walk out under an Invisibility Cloak. It disappeared when I passed through the doors...I think I disappeared because Dad was going to die." The green eyes looked at Draco from over Harry's shoulders. "I think I'm back because you're safe now. You can come up with an antidote and all that now that you have a sample of the poison."

"Then this is a really good sign," Harry grinned lovingly.

-

Remus felt his eyes widen and his jaw drop open. He and Severus had chosen to spend the day in their room, going over the last essays they had assigned. He had gone to the bathroom just for a few moments, and by the time he got back to his desk, there was a thin silver ring awaiting him.

"You said you wanted a ring. I got you one. Now will you agree to marry me?" Severus asked from his own desk, not bothering to look up at the man he was 'proposing' to.

"Idiot," Remus hissed, picking up the ring and tossing it at the back of Severus' head. "Are you trying to kill me? Silver?" He watched as Severus turned around to look at him now. The potions master moved over to his lover, grabbing his wrist. He brought Remus' hand up to his eyes, noticing they were reddened like they had been scolded.

"Sorry." It was spoken softly, almost making Remus snort. Of course Severus couldn't apologise out loud. Severus bent his head down, kissing the tips of Remus' fingers where he'd come in contact with the silver. "I wasn't thinking. I just figured it would look good on you."

"I'm sure I'd be utterly irresistible being bloated and burning."

"Always irresistible, my love." He claimed Remus' lips yet again, cutting off whatever Remus would have said in response.

Severus hissed, much like Remus had earlier, stepping away from his future-husband. His hand clamped onto the tattoo he loathed, feeling it sear his flesh and his bones.

"It's been a while since he's contacted you," Remus stated, feeling uneasy. It was always a dreaded moment. They never knew if Severus was being summoned because Voldemort had figured out what was going on or if it was just a normal thing. Either way, he was always in danger and Remus hated it.

"Can you tell Albus for me?" Severus asked, ducking his head down to kiss Remus again.

"I will."

Remus' brown eyes followed Severus out of the room before he turned to their fireplace.

-

Draco groaned when the door was knocked on again.

"Who is it?" he demanded.

"It's Crispin, sir."

The blonde opened the door for him, glaring at him. "You're interrupting something here." He motioned towards the game of chess he and Scorpius had been participating in. Harry had suggested this since he didn't understand the conversations the two blondes had. He had had enough of the properties of whichever leaf and thorn and stem...

"Sorry about that, but we thought you'd like to know that every Death Eater has been called out by the Dark Lord." He had a small smirk on his face, knowing that the information was highly intriguing. "Julius and I checked-every known Death Eater within Slytherin ran out about fifteen minutes ago. Even Professor Snape is missing and the other professors were seen going up to Dumbledore's office." He looked over at Harry. "I guess it's just a matter of moments before you're fetched, eh sir? The Order of the Phoenix can't do much without their child prodigy these days."

Harry blinked at the fourth-year repeatedly. "How do you know about the Order?"

"I know everything," he grinned proudly. "Julius and I make the Weasley twins look like beginners."

Scoffing, Harry smirked this time. "You've got a fair bit to go. By the time they were your age, they had stolen a map from Filch that shows them where everyone in Hogwarts is." He watched as the boy practically salivated over that thought. "But before them, the Marauders..."

"Bless them," Crispin sighed, though Harry's attention had turned to Scorpius when the boy looked up at him sharply.

"You know of the Marauders?" Scorpius asked.

"Let them be more legendary than Salazar himself. We found a map that must have been the prototype for the one you had. It had the locations of secret passageways. We've been going to Hogsmeade since second year. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs have been my greatest inspiration for the past two years. It's a real shame none of them left anything other than maps. Julius and I have tried to find out more about them, but it's impossible."

That caused Harry to grin. "I'll let you in on a secret not even the twins discovered." That made Crispin step into the room, closing the door behind him. "Moony, Wormtail and Padfoot never had any children, but Prongs did. He married and had one son. Surprisingly, both his son and his grandson are in Hogwarts right at this moment."

"Bull," Crispin accused. "How would you know that?"

"What's more, Padfoot was killed a few years ago, though he was the godfather to Prongs' son, and we see Moony practically every day."

"We could never figure out a timeline...how do you know this?"

Scorpius sighed heavily. "Actually, Moony's got a few days left of being forever single. He's getting married on Sunday."

Both Harry and Draco gasped, turning to their son. "What the hell?" Harry asked.

"Why didn't Severus tell me this?"

The blonde boy laughed. "I don't think Uncle Remus knows yet. From what I can remember from what Uncle Severus told me, he practically sprung the notion on him, buying him a silver ring and all. He told me Uncle Remus threw it at him, calling him an idiot. I mean, seriously, what kind of moron do you have to be to give a silver engagement ring to a werewolf?"

"What?"

Harry returned his gaze to Crispin. "I thought you knew everything."

"Well, of course I knew Professor Snape and Professor Lupin were screwing, but I didn't know there'd be a wedding...we always thought it was a lust thing...wait...Remus Lupin is Moony?" His jaw fell open. "You're Prongs' son? Dear Merlin...you were just born to greatness, weren't you?"

And from that moment on, Harry regretted telling Crispin those things. He was instantly reminded of how the Creevey brothers were around him. Only, Crispin now admired him because of whose child he was. Not because of whom he was, which was almost a welcomed change.

-

Severus bowed his head low as he Apparated into Voldemort's throne room with the rest of the Death Eaters. The first thing he noticed was how crowded the room was. It was very rare for the entire group to be called, but as he felt others brush against him, he realised that that was exactly what had happened.

"My faithful," Voldemort called out, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the several heads bowed to him. "I have called you all here today because our ranks are quickly diminishing. Somehow, the Order of the Phoenix has been destroying us. Those caught are willingly giving out names. Dumbledore backtracks; he finds where you last were and waits for another to use that safe house." He paused, sighing heavily. "We outnumber him and his Order! We should be the ones annihilating them! What is going wrong, my servants? How is this happening?"

No one dared to answer. Their lord was in a horrible mood (reasonably so), and no one wanted to volunteer their voices. Had they spoken up, they most likely would have been killed instantly.

"Am I to suspect that there are a few spies among us, selling their fellow Death Eaters out for a lesser sentence or is it that the faithful are weak? Miss Parkinson," he barked the name out suddenly, "how is your little project going?"

There was a shuffling and Parkinson moved forward. "Unfortunately, my Lord, he hasn't had a meal in the Great Hall...I haven't had a chance..."

Her screams sounded throughout the room as Voldemort tortured her for her mistakes. Several Death Eaters winced at her shrieks and cries, but Severus wasn't one of them. He was nearly thankful that the bitch was getting treated that way. After everything she did to Draco, she had pretty much deserved it.

Voldemort released her from the curse and sighed heavily. "From what I have been told, Draco Malfoy is the lover of our dear Harry. Do you not want to make Harry suffer for what he's done to my Death Eaters? How many of my loyal servants have had their soul removed because of him? The least we can do is take away his loved one, don't you think?"

She nodded her head fervently, agreeing with whatever her lord was saying, despite the fact her body was still cringing and twitching with pain.

"The next time I see you, I shall be praising you for a job well done," he continued, shoving her away with his foot. "If not, you'll be dead."

And with that, he turned his attention to the rest of the Death Eaters. There were few left and several had not Apparated along with the others. Rather, several appeared to be missing and he was certain the Order hadn't captured that many.

He opened his opened his mouth to comment on this, but his words were interrupted by a sudden scream. Instantly knowing what it was, he rushed to the connecting room, ignoring the Death Eaters, worried for the creature that had made that noise.

"Severus, come with me."

He did as he was told, falling into stride behind the Dark Lord.

The double doors opened fiercely as they made their way into the room.

Severus nearly froze at what he saw. Bellatrix was standing over the humanoid creature; both were covered with blood as Bellatrix continued to stab at whatever she could reach, be it an arm or the couch Nagini had been sitting on.

Voldemort wasted no time in stopping the woman, casting the Cruciatus on her before she could continue the assault. Lestrange fell to the floor in a writhing, wailing fit, feeling the anger she had caused. "Nagini," Voldemort breathed, kneeling by the screaming snake. He instantly started to assess the wounds covering her body, starting with her abdomen.

"Severus!" he hissed, turning around to face the potions master. "Give me whatever potions you have on you that might help."

Severus did just that, fishing out several pain killing potions, blood clotting potions and one designed to repair internal bleeding. The Dark Lord took them without questioning why his minion would have such potions on hand, knowing his own habit of taking his anger out of his slaves.

"Drink these, my love," he said, speaking English. Nagini understood the words, downing each potion she was handed. She sobbed as she did, her hand protectively on her stomach.

She began to hiss at her lover, both of them ignoring the fact Bellatrix was still under the Cruciatus. Severus watched as Voldemort listened intently, his hand covering Nagini's as she spoke, sobbing harder as the story continued.

Voldemort bit out a curse at the end of it, turning around to Severus. "Check her to see if she's pregnant."

The order shocked Severus, but he raised his wand, pointing it at the snake's stomach, over the pair of hands covering it. With a mutter, he felt his wand vibrate before the tip turned blue. "She's with child." He had never seen such a look of relief on his master's face.

Voldemort moved up, kissing Nagini swiftly. He then turned his attention to Bellatrix. "She attacked Nagini when she learnt of the pregnancy. The foolish woman was convinced she was meant to be my lover."

"What would you like done with her, my Lord?" Severus asked, knowing Bellatrix wasn't going to get away with the attack. As it was, he was almost sure she would be tortured to insanity much like the Longbottoms.

"I want her gone. Give her to Dumbledore."

Severus bowed in understanding, levitating the woman once Voldemort lifted the curse from her.

"Is there anything else, my Lord?"

"I want you to keep an eye of your students. I want to know which ones are strong enough for battle."

"Yes,my Lord."