A/N: A warning this chapter describes actual and psychological torture.

Y/N and Hermione arrived at breakfast later than their friends. Harry and Lavender were sat talking in their usual spot when Lavender looked passed Harry with a smirk. Harry turned and looked at his two friends with a puzzled eyebrow raised.

Y/N appeared to be limping while Hermione had a familiar faraway gazing expression on her smiling face.

"Hey guys. Good night?" Lav asked with a questioning tone and a knowing face.

Hermione faced her grinning and nodding while Y/N smiled awkwardly.

"You ok Y/N?" Harry asked concerned as Hermione sat.

Y/N nodded, again awkwardly, before gingerly kissing Hermione on the lips.

"Just gotta go see Ced and Bea, I'll be right back" Y/N smiled as he shuffled off towards the end of the Hufflepuff table where they sat.

"Hurry back" Hermione smiled as she watched him leave.

"Is Y/N ok? He looks-"

Harry was cut off shocked as Hermione's head shot round- the previously happy faraway gaze replaced by an angry one that terrified Harry to his core, far worse than the upcoming trials possibly could.

"He knew the rules. He needed to be punished" Hermione snapped before her face relaxed and she returned to happy.

"You'll have to tell me later on" Lavender chuckled.

—~—

Y/N approached the Hufflepuff table and looked at his two happy Puff buddies as they sat together eating breakfast.

"Hey guys" Y/N said as he approached.

"Jeez have a seat mate" Cedric said looking at Y/N worried as Y/N gingerly sat across from him.

"You ok N/N?" Beatrice asked, also worried.

"Sore pelvis" Y/N grimaced as he sat.

"How did you get a sore pelvis?" Cedric asked cluelessly as Beatrice chuckled darkly to herself in realisation. Y/N waved him off.

"I don't want to talk about it"

Beatrice smiled wildly and tried to hide her blushed laughter and Cedric just nodded, still clueless, and smiled asking:

"What can we do for you mate?"

Y/N smiled back.

"I've got an appointment with Rita Skeeter at 2pm. Can you guys watch over Hermione in the library while I'm gone?"

The two looked at each other puzzled before Beatrice nodded and asked.

"Of course. Is everything ok?"

Y/N gave them a look that suggested he knew more than he was saying.

"Of course. But my grandfather warned me that threats are everywhere. I just need-"

"No worries. Thank you for trusting us to watch the Grand Consort" Cedric nodded in understanding.

Y/N nodded and thanked them before hobbling back to the Gryffindor table.

"That was cryptic" Beatrice whispered to her boyfriend.

"Yeah I know. But in Y/N we trust" Ced chuckled, Bea rolling her eyes and giggling before returning to her cereal.

—~—

Y/N returned and sat next to a happy Hermione, who instantly nuzzled into him and pulled his arm around her shoulder, squeezing high on his thigh tightly, giggling as he stifled a groan.

She smirked as she lifted her head to kiss his neck, noticing for the first time the large hickey she had left on him.

"Marked you good baby" she whisper-giggled as they both proceeded with their breakfast one handed.

After about twenty minutes the owls arrived, hundreds of Daily Prophets being dropped, Na-Hath delivering one to the couple.

"Let's see the damage she's done" Y/N chuckled as he unfurled the paper.

Rita had really gone to town. 'Tournament Extravaganza' was emblazoned across the top of the front page. The first page was dedicated to the rivalry between the, in Rita's words, 'two nastiest dogs in the fight'. Hermione read aloud as the others watched nervously for Y/N's reaction.

To many observers this Tournament is a two horse race- between Victor Krum, the brutish Bulgarian chaser, and Archduke Lord Y/N L/N, the fifteen year old aristocrat known for his magical power and the depth of his convictions...

Y/N chuckled. "Funny, last time I was a radical. I guess the promise of an exclusive one on one has her being nice".

His chuckling was cut off by Hermione squeezing his upper thigh extremely hard, causing him to groan.

"Sorry love" Hermione panicked as she rubbed his leg in an attempt to ease his pain.

"It's ok baby. You're a strong girl" Y/N smiled under duress. "Keep reading love".

Hermione turned her attention back to the paper as Lavender mouthed:

'What did she do to you?' with a smirk. She heard back

A lot

In her head as Hermione continued reading.

The intensity of the atmosphere in yesterday's wand weighing ceremony attests to these two alpha males not liking each other at all. Y/N goaded Krum several times and when asked to demonstrate the strength of his wand, which was named the fist wand by specialist Garrick Ollivander-

Hermione was cut off by Y/N laughing loudly.

"That woman really is hopeless. Garrick said it was the First Wand. Not a fist wand. What the hell is a fist wand?"

Harry joined in the laughter as the two girls exchanged worried looks.

"What did he mean the First Wand N/N?" Lavender asked puzzled.

Y/N thought for a moment.

"No idea".

He unsheathed his wand and held it lengthways in front of the four.

"I've always known it was powerful. Like really powerful. Leaves my spare in the dust. And it's always spoke to me unlike-"

He stopped as he saw the looks his three companions gave him.

"What?"

"Your wand speaks to you?" Harry asked puzzled.

"Not directly in words, but the feelings I exchange with it when I'm using it. How it urges me to get stronger, fight harder when I'm in battle, like its hungering for more power. Don't you guys feel the same with your wands when you use them?" He finished asking as he saw the looks- a mix of confused and concerned- the other three gave him.

"No" Harry and Lavender answered plainly.

"Baby?" He asked as Hermione looked at him worried.

"No" Hermione answered quietly. "My wand has always been a tool for me to use. I feel my magic flow into it when I cast spells but it's merely a focus point not a... you feel it urging you?" She finished quite worried.

"Yeah. I just assumed it was the same for everyone when they joined with their ideal wand. I mean when I'm getting pissed, or when a uh... punishable incident is about to occur... I can feel it calling me, willing me to unleash my magic through it.... Curious..."

Y/N looked off as if considering the implications.

"What did Mr Ollivander say exactly?" Lavender asked. Harry answered as Y/N had his 'deep in thought' look.

"He said Y/N's wand was the First Wand. That it was left by... someone... with his ancestor centuries ago, waiting for the one true Heir to claim it. It was strange. With Krum's wand, Fleur's wand and my wand Ollivander demonstrated a spell with them. He asked Y/N to do it with his. It was like Ollivander was scared of it".

Hermione looked at Harry concerned and made a mental note to research the First Wand the first chance she got.

"Baby" She said gently squeezing Y/N's thigh again, getting his attention.

"Sorry where were we?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and started reading aloud again.

The intensity of the atmosphere in yesterday's wand weighing ceremony attests to these two alpha males not liking each other at all. Y/N goaded Krum several times and when asked to demonstrate the strength of his wand, which was named the fist wand by specialist Garrick Ollivander, Y/N cast a non verbal patronus charm, the gaping mouth of a Welsh Green Dragon, directly at Krum, which sent him flying and shrieking in terror.

"It's a Hungarian Horntail. Damn woman" Y/N muttered.

The dislike between the two was confirmed by seventh year Durmstrang student Timotei Dimov who-

"Tim's a fourth year" Y/N muttered again.

"Baby. She's an idiot, we know. Please stop interrupting" Hermione said firmly, Y/N whispering an apology as she continued:

-who stated "There was an incident between the two at the Bulgarian embassy at a function after Lord L/N (information redacted on authority of the Ministry of Magic). Rumours flew around Bulgaria that fists flew and Victor was saved by his coach but no one knows what happened".

It is safe to say this will make an already exciting Tournament even more intriguing. Perhaps the reason for the hatred will be revealed to our readers tomorrow. I Rita Skeeter have secured a World first exclusive interview with the Archduke which will appear in tomorrow's Prophet. Turn now to page six for our continued Triwizard coverage- Harry Potter: The Boy who Lived and the Boy who Loves.

Harry visibly paled as Hermione looked up from reading.

"Oh Harry I am so..."

"It's fine Hermione lets just get it over with" Harry groaned. Hermione nodded and turned to page six. She audibly moaned as she started reading.

Harry Potter, the Boy who Lived, and now the shocking fourth entrant in the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry's fame is known throughout the Wizarding World but his reckless entry of himself into this tournament, dangerous for any let alone a boy of 12, competing against three opponents not only more emotionally mature than him, but who have mastered spells he couldn't possibly imagine, shows a worrying lack of maturity. Harry though isn't concerned:

"I suppose I get my strength from my parents I know they'd be very proud of me if they could see me now... yes sometimes at night I still cry about them. I'm not ashamed to admit it... I know nothing will hurt me during the Tournament because they are watching over me along with my best friend in the whole world Y/N L/N"

Hermione looked up stunned at what she had just read. Harry was furious. Y/N chuckled.

"Awe thanks Harry"

"I didn't say any of that" Harry growled.

"Well fuck you too" Y/N smirked as Harry stuttered an apology and that not being what he meant before Hermione continued:

Harry it seems has found love at Hogwarts, according to Colin Creevey, a third year Gryffindor, he is frequently seen in the company of Lavender Brown, a stunningly beautiful half blood witch. She like Harry is one of the best students in the school, after Lord L/N and Lady Granger.

"Harry's always with Lav, she's one of the prettiest girls in the school" Colin commented.

"She's no Hermione Granger, but she's definitely number two according to most of the boys".

A loud shriek gained the attention of the group, and most of the hall, as a soaking wet Colin stood and yelled out.

"I'm sorry Lord L/N. I won't do it again. I'm sorry Lavender and Hermione" and ran out the hall at top speed.

Laughter broke throughout the hall as the three looked at Y/N who innocently looked back at them:

"What?"

"Really? You're gonna feign innocence?" Lavender chuckled.

Y/N smirked.

"Fine. I told him never again to rank girls by their looks, and next time it wouldn't be a jug of orange juice but a vat of bubotuber pus I dump on his head".

Hermione leant up and kissed Y/N on the cheek and Lavender smiled gratefully at him.

"Wanna keep going love? Get it over with?" Y/N smiled.

Hermione glanced at Harry and nodded.

Despite his love life, and his blossoming friendship with one of the most powerful wizards in the world, Harry's keenness to enter the competition is extremely worrying. Could it be related to the trauma of his past? At best it demonstrates a pathological need for attention and at worst a psychotic death wish. It is indeed worrying readers, but as ever your intrepid Rita Skeeter will be on the case over the coming months. Don't forget to tune in tomorrow for our WORLD EXCLUSIVE one on one with the Archduke Lord Y/N L/N.

-Rita Skeeter.

Hermione looked up to see Harry with his head in his hands. Lavender rubbed his shoulder only to stop and pull away as "whoos" and wolf whistles filled the Great Hall.

"Sorry Har, but ride it out. I get the feeling she won't be writing about you like that again mate" Y/N chuckled as he returned to his eggs.

—~—

Following a morning in the library and lunch it was time for Y/N to go to the Headmaster's office for his interview. He was still sore and so apparated himself and Hermione everywhere. This unfortunately meant Harry and Lavender were walking the halls without them. It hadn't taken long for them to run into Draco and his group of morons.

"Hey Potter, want a tissue? I always knew you hid behind L/N but to admit it to the world" Draco goaded.

The Slytherins howled in laugher as Pansy shrieked next.

"Brown stunningly beautiful. Compared to what? A chipmunk?"

More laughter.

Harry was surprised at Lavender. She walked passed them with her head held high.

"Just ignore them Harry. Ignore them. I'm sure Y/N would love to hear what they have to say".

The laughter ceased immediately.

The pair didn't tell Y/N though. No need to poke that bear, he had enough on his plate at the moment.

When it was time to leave the library for his interview he pecked Hermione on the lips just as Beatrice and Cedric appeared at the table.

"Hey guys, I've got to go. Catch up later?"

They both nodded and smiled as Y/N pecked Hermione's lips again and apparated.

Hermione was almost instantly up to the information desk, standing in front of Madam Pince.

"Excuse me Madam Pince, I'm looking for information on the... First Wand"

Pince looked at her for a moment before replying:

"The what?"

Hermione was shocked that the librarian, who seemed to know everything, was clueless.

"The First Wand?" Hermione asked again puzzled.

Pince looked deep in thought for a moment before replying:

"Well wands originated in the First Age, so I suggest you start there. Although I recommend you take what you read with a pinch of salt, much that is known from that time is myth and legend"

Hermione nodded and thanked her before heading to the First Age section of the library, grabbing half a dozen books and returning to the table to read.

—~—

Y/N apparated to the Headmaster's office and entered. Rita was already waiting, sat across from the Headmaster at his desk.

"Ah Lord L/N, wonderful to see you again" the Headmaster smiled as Y/N limped over.

"Are you injured Y/N?" Albus asked concerned.

"Lost quite the tussle with an angry lioness... my training for the tournament" Y/N answered the puzzled look Rita gave him as the Headmaster chuckled to himself.

"I leave you both now, sit in my chair Lord. I've always had the feeling you'll look good there one day" Albus smirked with that knowing look of his that infuriated Y/N.

"Good luck" he chuckled as he left, Y/N sitting in the Headmaster's seat. Damn Albus, Y/N thought to himself, it did feel 'right'.

"Oh he won't need luck Headmaster" Rita smiled at Y/N, a predatory look in her eyes.

"I wasn't talking to him" Albus chuckled again as he shut the door.

"So Y/N, may I call you Y/N? Now that we're alone... Thank you for this interview. I must say I was surprised when you gave me this opportunity"

"Why is that Rita? May I call you Rita?" Y/N chuckled. "Because you outed my family heritage to the world when I was thirteen years old? Because of all the shit you wrote about my family over the years? Did you know when I was young Rita, every time you made an article speculating about Jacob it made my beatings worse?"

Y/N asked with a calm demeanour but Rita was immediately panicked.

"Beatings?"

"Oh right sorry. My brothers managed to keep that information out of your clutches. When I was a young child, after my father was murdered and I was brutally tortured, my mother would beat me relentlessly. Torture me relentlessly. For five long years. Whenever you posted a story based on innuendo, gossip, hell even lies, my mother would fly into a rage. Guess who bore the brunt of it?"

Rita sat gobsmacked, speechless as her quick quotes quill jotted everything down.

"I think my favourite was when you wrote that Jacob had shamed the family so he was sent to Azkaban under my mothers orders... yes... that's the day she pulled everyone of my teeth with pliers before making me re-grow them. Or the time you wrote that her precious Dean L/N was secretly in league with MACUSA to use the Cursed Vaults to over throw the Ministry. That's the day she took a razor to me for the first time. Slice and heal. Slice and heal.
Slice and heal. I really must thank you for that".

Rita's eyes were the size of dinner plates.

"I-I-I didn't know-"

"No you didn't know Rita. You didn't care. You just published the most outlandish things you could to generate sales and didn't give a damn about the consequences. It's hard to go through so much pain and not be affected..."

Y/N grew a sinister smirk as he leant forward.

"Maybe that's why I became the Punisher".

Rita's jaw dropped even further. Even the quill seemed surprised before continuing to jot.

"You-you-you're admitting you're the Punisher? You're the one who's been slaughtering Pure Bloods?"

Y/N smirked again.

"I am Rita. My first kill was when I was ten years old. He was a Death Eater who expressed a desire to rape and murder my sister in law Penny for the crime of being a Muggleborn. I used the killing curse on him. It was quick. Painless. Not at all what he deserved. Since then I have gotten quite... skilled... at prolonging the agony I inflict. I must say Knockturn was a lot of fun. Good old Rosier last year... why I split his melon like a... well like a melon"

Boosh

Y/N imitated the sound of a head exploding as he demonstrated it with his hands. Rita's face grew a look of terror.

"He was a crier. And a beggar. Do you know what happens to a body at death Rita?"

The reporter shook her head in shock. The Archduke was admitting to crime after crime each of which was a one way ticket to Azkaban. This had the potential to be the biggest story of all time.

"When a person dies their muscles instantly relax. Fecal matter, urine, it all just... releases. Dear old Gerald didn't do that. He was so terrified he had already soiled himself to the point of.... well by the time I ended his heartbeat with strikes from a metal pole there was nothing left in his bowels and bladder to release. Hell of a smell though".

Y/N chuckled at the memory. Rita paused for a moment before asking:

"Why are you telling me this? You're-"

"Condemning myself to Azkaban? I'm giving you want you want Rita. Always after the big story, the big scoop, not stopping to consider the innocent lives caught up in the crossfire".

Y/N smirked as he wagged his pointed forefinger at the reporter.

"You contributed to making me a monster. Now you're going to see the consequences of your actions. Tell me Rita. Have you heard of an Archon before?"

Rita nodded.

"I have but they are myths, legends... they never-"

"Oh they are far more than legends. An Archon is a primordial force of nature that can only bloom in the most special of souls. Do you know what the catalyst for its creation is?"

Rita shook her head as a sense of foreboding crossed over her. Y/N smirked again.

"Pain. Pain the kind of which you can't begin to comprehend. It takes a ritual. Four participants, a baby of unique magical strength and a sacrifice. A parent has to be murdered in the act of protecting their child for the ritual to begin. Does this ring any bells Rita?"

She nodded, terrified.

"My father being murdered was just the start of the ritual. After that three men and one woman took turns using the Cruciatis curse on me for hours. Antonin Dolohov, Augustus Rookwood, Thorfinn Rowle and my whore of a mother".

"Your- Your mother?" Rita squeaked.

Y/N chuckled sinisterly and leant in with an evil glare as he whispered:

"And they succeeded".

A flash of lightning lit up the room, a demonic shadow appearing and standing behind Y/N.

Rita bolted. She ran straight to the Floo as Y/N laughed menacingly.

"Where are you going Rita?"

Rita grabbed a handful of Floo powder and shouted "Daily Prophet" before throwing it down and closing her eyes as the green flames rose around her.

—~—

Rita emerged from the fireplace and breathed deep, her heart calming as she opened her eyes. Her sense of relief didn't last. She was back in the Headmaster's office.

"Hi Rita" Y/N smiled happily as she returned to the Floo only for the same result to happen. She then darted to the Headmaster's office door and opened it. Behind it was a brick wall. She turned in panic. There was no escape.

"How are you doing this?" She screeched in terror.

"Have a seat and I'll tell you" Y/N chuckled, holding out his hand to invite her to sit.

Rita knew she had no choice and apprehensively approached the chair as Y/N continued to chuckle.

"Rita. Rita. Rita. You don't need to fear me. I'm not going to hurt you. You have far too much use to me for that" Y/N chuckled again.

Rita sat and asked timidly.

"How did you do that?"

"Do you know Rita that by the time he was thirty Voldemort had mastered the ability to enter someone's mind. Read it. Manipulate it... unhinge it. Drive them beyond madness to the brink of despair and begging for death before he granted them release. But alas, even the Great Mouldyfort had his limits. All he could do was torture his victims with images. Can I tell you a secret?"

Rita nodded as tears welled in her eyes. Y/N leant in and whispered.

"I mastered it at the age of twelve. Now... well now I can construct complete worlds that would trap an individual for the rest of their lives... Where are we Rita? Are we in Dumbledore's office? Or are we inside your mind? What's real? What's not? How can you ever know? That's your father over there talking to the portrait of Armando Dippet isn't it?"

Rita looked over as her deceased father turned and waved before going back to his conversation.

"What do you want Y/N?" Rita sobbed.

"I want you to interview me Rita" Y/N chuckled. "Ask me every question you've dreamt of asking me. I'll answer honestly. Give you the scoop of the Millenia. Now go"

—~—

Rita did her best to compose herself, closing her eyes and breathing deeply before opening and beginning to talk.

"You are well known for your stance on Muggleborn and Halfbreed rights. Many claim it was the cornerstone of your decision to invoke the Motion of No-Confidence. What is it you want Y/N?"

Y/N smiled.

"Simply put Rita, control over the world. Tell me who are the W7? The seven most powerful nations in the Wizarding World? The nations which sit on the International Confederation of Wizards Security Council?"

"Everyone knows Y/N- Britain, the USA, Brazil, Sparta, Bulgaria, Japan and France. Why?"

"I have the British Ministry in the palm of my hand. The Bulgarian, Spartan and Brazilian governments are already indebted to me and I have a meeting with the President of MACUSA next month. By the time I dissolve the British Ministry they will all answer to me".

"You wish to install yourself as some kind of Global dictator?" Rita asked in a panic causing Y/N to laugh.

"It's all about power with you people. So small, so easy to manipulate. I want nothing more than to hold the sway to grant universal freedom for all sentient beings. Freedom from outdated offensive ideas of blood purity, as if there was such a thing. Freedom from slavery, indebted servitude, the abuse of so called half-breeds on smaller and smaller traps of land. I will wash away all resistance to my goals. It's my destiny to do so".

Rita tried to absorb Y/N's words as she continued.

"Let's change tact for a moment. You've spoken about the abuse you suffered at the hands of your mother. What kind of impact does that have on a man?"

Y/N looked at Rita calmly. Without emotion.

"Great men are forged in fire. It is the privilege of lesser beings to light the flame!"

Rita sat back for a moment and pondered her next words.

"Is that what you are Y/N? A great man? Do you consider us mere mortals as lesser beings?"

Y/N chuckled.

"You think me conceited Rita? Arrogant?"

Rita stammered, still fearful, before managing:

"Well you speak of war so lightly. You speak of bringing down governments as if it were a game."

"What would you have me do? Lesser myself to appease those beneath me? Was it arrogant of Thor to look down upon the mortals who worshipped him when he had the power to wipe them from existence? Does the lion consider the bleating of sheep? The dragon worry about the ants scurrying at its feet?"

Rita was gobsmacked.

"Is that what you considered yourself Y/N? A lion? A dragon? A god?"

Y/N chuckled.

"Rita I am simply greatness... on a different level. Allow me to show you something".

Images flashed in Rita's mind. Castiel and his wings, Crowley and his red eyes. Lucifer and finally Achilles, Thor and Thoth. She looked at Y/N stunned as he spoke again:

"You scurry around licking scraps from the tables of men like Fudge. Men who are weak, flawed, desperate to cling to their minute amounts of power. I walk and converse with angels, demons, gods. I end wars with a stroke of my wand. You tell me if I am Great!"

Rita was, for one of the few times in her career, speechless.

Y/N discussed more earth shattering revelations with her. The formation of the Phoenix Bearers. The Apocalypse. His destiny as the Prophesied One. As the clock ticked over to 3:30pm he chuckled.

"I think that's all the time I have for you today Rita"

Rita's eyes widened.

"I'm... I'm allowed to go?"

Y/N laughed.

"Of course you are Rita. Did you imagine I would kill you in the Headmaster's office?"

Rita laughed back before Y/N turned serious.

"That cannot leave here"

Without Y/N saying a word or moving a muscle the quick quotes quill and parchment next to her exploded in flames, causing Rita to shriek.

"There is one more thing though Rita. I have tomorrow's article for you here"

Y/N smirked and rolled out a piece of parchment with a photograph of himself and Hermione dressed formally- himself in a suit, Hermione in a beautiful gown looking every bit the princess.

"You don't mean for me to ignore everything that-"

"I'm not finished Rita. Read this".

Y/N slipped her another piece of parchment. She gulped and went pale as Y/N opened a portal- King Farnor and two Goblin guards holding sharpened spears stepped through.

"Read it Skeeter" Y/N sneered.

Rita gulped again and looked down. It was a formal declaration of the money she had embezzled from Gringotts and the debt having been purchased by Y/N.

"I own you now Rita. You are mine. You have two choices- you either give me your hand and agree to an Unbreakable Vow, or I give you to the Goblins and you will never be seen again. Your choice".

Rita looked down at the sheet in front of her and sobbed before extending her hand to Y/N. He took it with a smirk.

"Do you swear to keep secret all we have discussed here. Do you swear to tell no one, write to no one, or through any other means make anyone aware of what we have discussed here? Including this Unbreakable Vow?"

"I do" Rita choked out her words.

"Do you swear to publish only articles that portray myself and my Grand Consort in a positive light, as beacons of a new age of equality and proclaiming the beauty, wisdom and grace of my Lady?"

"I do"

"Do you swear to cease publishing articles questioning Harry Potter's motives? Only publish articles going forward that tell the truth- that he is an innocent boy entered into this tournament by nefarious shadowy individuals who wish him harm?"

"I do"

Y/N concluded the magical ritual and the golden bonds formed. Rita was now in Y/N's pocket.

He smirked as he spoke. "Leave now Rita. Remember what we discussed and the consequences of failing to abide by our conversation. I look forward to your article in the morning".

Rita scurried passed the growling sneering Goblins and disappeared into the Floo network.

"Thank you my King" Y/N chuckled as he opened a return portal. "Everything went according to plan."

A/N: So here we are. This is where the story originally was when I had to unpublish it almost eighteen months ago. Everything from here on out will be written fresh and sadly released at a slower pace. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with and enjoyed the story, especially those who take the time to vote and/or comment. I will endeavour to have a new chapter within a week buy we will see how we go. Cheers, AOMG17.