Mad Snorkacks and Englishmen

A/N: Hey, all! This is going to be a short chapter, especially since the last several have been extra huge, but I the action I had planned for the third section got too complicated and I decided it would be best to start with it in the next act once we reach Ottery St, Catchpole.

Loving your insightful reviews!

CocoLovin, you made total sense to me. :) I totally pegged Duddykins as a toker, too! It just seemed obvious, and I expected he was into more than weed. I had actually prepared to have Harry and Luna join him on the blunt, but it seemed too soon in the tide of their relationship and I didn't want to push the credibility. I agree with you about The Chosen One being able to get loose every now and then, but he gets sex aplenty here, so it's a fair trade. I had a whole rave scene planned with H/L partying on E with Big D and friends, but figured that was an indulgence purely for my whimsy and wouldn't do much to propel the story forward. You never know who Harry might meet up with on that Horcrux hunt, though....

LondonMarie, Lol, I had to respond to your observation. I tried to make their absence as believable as I could and still allow for our horny duo to get plenty of action. My reasoning is that they're in the middle of a work week so Vernon would be out of the house until early evening, depending on the commute. Dudley is not about to hang out with the parents on his summer vacation and there is plenty of mayhem to sow in places other than the 'burbs. Petunia is not about to sit around cleaning her spotless home all day and would want to be seen as an important member of the community with plenty of functions to prepare for and clubs to join. Harry spends the sum total of a month in their home every year for the last six and they are not about to stop their lives to revolve around him. He's left up to his own devices, at this stage, and the less time he spends with them the better. I saw Vernon and Petunia's evening being in front of the telly after dinner, leaving H/L in the solitude of their hideaway lovenest upstairs. Sound plausible?

Sneakyfox, so glad you enjoyed that breakfast scene. I had a blast writing dialogue for Dudley. Who woulda thought? I see him as having splintered into his independence not so fixated on conformity and perhaps starting to see his cousin with his own viewpoints since the Dementor attack.

SoftO, I'm so happy you loved Harry's girlfriend material remark. I felt pretty strongly about his speech when I wrote it. Harry gets criticized a lot for being a bit self-involved, but I feel that preoccupation has been warranted judging by the events of his life. As he's explored these recent big emotions, he's gotten more mature and has become a lot more insightful into the hidden lives of others around him, not seeing everything so black and white. I love that you used the word 'cathartic' because that's exactly what I wanted to cupboard scene to be for him. They are so made for each other, aren't they?























Chapter 12: The Mad Professor







Remus Lupin stood watching two of his former students snogging in the way that only randy teenagers could; that boundless youthful zest in their overeager pronouncements of love and desire spilling over into overt display shamelessly, lacking all manner of reason and decorum. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen it in his short career as a teacher, but he was having a difficult time assigning the action to these two teenagers in particular. His eyebrows had been conferring together in a mad line across his forehead for the last twenty minutes now, so puzzled was he by the pair.





He had no business being here really. He was supposed to be on his honeymoon, for Merlin’s sake, not that they could afford much of one. Yet he had somehow convinced Nymphadora that the Order needed him on assignment sooner than planned and that they would have to scale back their celebration and get right back into the spying. Tonks had pretended she was all for it, but Remus could see the disappointment barely hidden in her shining eyes. The truth was, however, that the Order was doing just fine without him. He just had to get away from that love nest for a while.





It was a bit galling for the practically penniless and currently jobless werewolf to find himself in such a predicament. He was a full grown adult, a mature middle-aged academic, yet he had still managed to knock up his much younger and much more enthusiastic lover within a very short time of their courtship like a brainless, impatient schoolboy. He had proposed, of course, the minute Tonks had told him, but they were keeping the information mum for a while until a respectable amount of time had passed and they could pretend to rejoice in the news with their friends and family.





He mentally rolled his eyes and groaned at the thought of having to tell Tonks’ parents about the impending birth. There was already a strained relationship between them as it was; although it appeared Ted was not as emphatic in his disapproval as the formidable Andromeda, but imagining what their reaction would be if they knew that Lupin and their daughter had to get married was not a pleasant picture.





The man had a tremendous amount of affection for his new wife, and he was certain he would grow to love her with time, but he had felt more than a little pushed into the hasty partnership and had needed some space for a long time now. Tonks was like a force of nature, she often overwhelmed him with her passion to the point of his wolf rising up in lust and wanting to control her with a firm hand. It was a constant battle for him to have to push that wildness back down in its cave, struggling to block the beast with a massive rock of guilt much like Promethyus and his perennial climb of the Caucasus.





He had resisted Tonks for as long as he could, but she had been crafty in calling up support. Lupin had been blindsided, really, outnumbered and outmatched with the estimable but nosy Molly Weasley on her side. Remus had given in, and now here he was a month later, with a pregnant wife at home while he spied on this duo in the name of national security.





Lupin had relieved Podmore earlier; with Kingsley busy attending the Prime Minister and the shocking news of Emmeline Vance’s murder just last week, the guard was stretched a bit thin in the ranks. Soon, he realized, Tonks would be out of commission, too, so Lupin had felt a certain obligation to be present in the week leading up to Harry’s escape from Privet Drive, regardless of his nuptials. It was just icing that the gig was a solitary post.





The rakishly thin professor had been in the midst of following Harry’s jaunt to the park under the disguise of a Disillusionment charm, when he had been shocked into immobility as if hit with a Petrificus at the sudden appearance of Xenophilius’ daughter from under what had to be James’ old cloak. Remus had just stared gobsmacked for a full minute and half as the two skulked around the trees after they had arrived behind the park’s swing set.





When he finally got his brain back in functioning order, he had scarpered up to the large oak to watch them skip into the small wooded area that led up to the junior school. He had ventured into the thicket quietly, still keeping on the lookout for any odd characters that might have been waiting to catch Harry unawares.





That was when he had come across the two teens laying out a blanket in the middle of a small clearing, picnic basket in tow, and then Harry unceremoniously sticking his tongue down her throat as he let his hands roam all over her body without an ounce of regard for the young lady’s virtue. This was most peculiar, Remus boggled.





Last that he had heard, Molly had declared Harry had taken up with her youngest, Ginevra. Apparently, the two were a hot item at school. What on earth was the boy playing at, then? And what the devil was he doing bringing a young witch into his home at a time like this? He must have accompanied her out of the house, his mind insisted, there wasn’t a time since he’d left the front door that the targeted boy had not been out of his protector’s sight.





He recalled his debriefing with the other Order members yesterday. Dedalus had noted that the boy had taken to talking to himself as he wandered around the neighborhood, and that the elder gentleman had lost him a few times in his tracking. He wasn’t sure where Harry had popped off to, but then the boy would suddenly show up again heading homewards and nattering away to nothing. It was very odd behavior for the boy, all members had agreed, and there had been concern that he was not dealing with his grief over Albus effectively.





Remus had reviewed the contents of Harry’s letter to him and felt that, under the circumstances, the boy had seemed to be handling things fairly well. Another reason why he had volunteered his services so soon again after the civil wedding was that he had been keen to contact Harry at home and reassure him of the Order’s plans to whisk him away from the Dursleys just as soon as wizardly possible.





It had been a mere few minutes that Lupin had taken up his security detail before he saw Harry exiting the house. Now here he was, watching in utter disbelief as his formerly reserved DADA protégé was preparing to suckle the young girl’s breast after tugging down her cap sleeves and puffed top, quickly tearing back the cups of her brassiere to get at his prize.





The shaken man was starting to get the very uncomfortable feeling this was not a first occasion, either, as the girl—Luna, that was it—arched her back into the embrace as Harry’s arms wrapped around her, his hands rounding over her bottom. He could hear her throaty moans and gurgles of delight as the boy; he couldn’t believe he was seeing this, pulled her nipple taut with his teeth and growled.





Immediately, Remus could feel that wolf part of him leap up in his stomach and the hair on the back of his neck rise in the smell of their potent desire. He tamped it down furiously as he tried to concentrate on what Harry was saying. He could make out murmurs on the light wind, but not enough to make out the singular words. He decided to cast a spell in their direction to increase the volume at his end, thinking that perhaps he could get some sort of explanation out of this scene.





The teacher had little doubt they were lovers, but when and where all this had taken place he had yet to discern. The breeze filtered through the trees again and this time Remus could watch the light dapple on the girl’s porcelain skin as she appeared to surrender herself to Harry’s advances.





He watched, feeling his nerves stretch tight as piano wire, as Harry wrapped his fingers around the girl’s throat, pulling her towards him as he bit down on her bottom lip and fed, his tongue lolling out intermittently to slide into her waiting mouth. He scooted himself up to a tree and leaned against it, dragging Luna with him, and then he positioned her over his lap, his other hand reaching under her skirt and doing something with it that the girl liked very much.





“I want you to ride me, right here. You’re going to climb on my cock and show me just how strong you really are, you little sex freak.”





It was as if Harry were whispering his perverted instructions right into Remus’ ear, and the man jumped a little before adjusting the volume to a more tolerable level.





“We still can’t use silencing charms, though, so you’re going to have to be very quiet, unless you want me to gag you again.”





The girl had her eyes closed but nodded her head coyly and Harry jerked her head to face him still holding her neck.





“Is that a yes?” he intoned with quite a bit of command. Luna blinked wide and she opened her mouth in a provocative appeal as her breathy yes tinkled out. Remus didn’t know whether to be alarmed or aroused, but then the fog of his thoughts lifted just enough for him to remember that the girl couldn’t be more than fifteen.





Harry had let go of her and reached for a bag sitting by the picnic basket. He sorted through it haphazardly obviously looking for something specific. Once he pulled out a pair of the girl’s panties, he cried with success, but then decided they weren’t the right item.





“Where are the ones you wore yesterday? I want them soaked in your juices.”





Remus cringed and palmed his face. Where was this vulgarity coming from? He had never even heard the boy so much as swear before. When he looked back, Luna was handing the savior of their very way of life a rumpled up bit of shiny fabric.





Harry took the knickers, proceeded to slide them under her skirt, rub them back and forth against something judging by the movement of her body (Remus had a pretty good idea where) and then promptly bring them up to her face and demand she open her gob for him. The girl followed his harsh request without a moment’s hesitation and then Harry was stuffing them in tight while his errant fingers on the other hand were already reaching for his belt buckle.





The werewolf closed his eyes tight before opening them again in surprise. Just what did Harry think he was doing? And what the hell was Remus doing, exactly, sitting here watching them? Lupin felt torn between doing his duty to protect the children under his watch, but disturbed enough by these turn of events to want to run away.





He tried to look elsewhere and give them some privacy, but then he heard the snaking sound of leather being pulled from their straps. He peeked back over in time to witness Harry pull his belt free only to start cinching them around the girl’s wrists as he held them behind her back.





Merlin’s left nut! What the bloody hell was…he…doing?! Now it was literally impossible for the disgraced teacher to turn away from the action. It was like watching a bad, bad spell go awry, you…just…had…to look. As he let his body go slack against the tree in front of him, he snapped a branch underfoot and froze, trying to sink himself into the bark as he tightened his body enough to make sure he was well hidden behind his cover. Even as his brain insisted he was under a Disillusionment and the pair couldn’t see him, he waited with held breath as the three listened to a mother run close by the brush calling for her Ethan.





Harry had snapped his head up in attention, but now he eased back into what he was doing as he determined that the parent had run in the other direction with her toddler in tow. The boy finished tying the girl up with a final looping of the tail through the buckle itself as he knotted it tight. Then he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, pulling the girl over the top of his lap as he flounced out her skirt to cover them up. Thank goodness for small favors, Remus mused. He really didn’t want to see the full monty, nor the in-n-out to follow in all of its glorious detail. It was bad enough he had to listen to them.





Harry moaned lightly into her chest. “Fuuuuck, that feels perfect. I could die a happy man with your cunt permanently wrapped around my prick, Lu, you know that? Now start working those muscles for me,” he whispered insistently as he laid back enough to let the girl grind into his flattened pelvis.





He was leaning up against a very thin tree trunk and he lazily circled his arms around the back of it now, clasping his hands together at the bark and holding himself up as he let the blonde fuck him, her body heartily leaping up and down on his staff while her face remained the very picture of serenity. Every few minutes, the boy would use his legs and abdominals to lift his bum in the air with a groan and jostle Luna like he was her inverted pony. Her bound hands would try to reach for some stability, grabbing at the denim of his pants as he settled back down.





The boy’s favorite Defense mentor just watched with a humbled nostalgia filling his senses. He could recall that kind of fervor once upon a time. Merlin, he could even recall the types of dreams he used to have about the mother of the boy he was watching now. They had been anything but romantic, even though he had loved Lily with fierceness in his heart. He knew how James had felt about her, though, and he was not the kind of man to betray friends, yet her beauty had called to him anyway in his longing for her.





Remus recalled like it was yesterday how he’d accidentally walked into their secret hideaway at school, how James had been in the middle of ramming her into a desktop and how Lily had seen him first, the look of shock, the skin on her breasts gleaming in the torchlight; such a vision of loveliness….





And here was her son, well, their son; James’ AND Lily’s progeny, staring at his own bit of loveliness with the stark hunger of a man wanting to debauch a young beautiful woman. The beast in Remus recognized Harry’s need of her, the way he wolfishly licked his lips as he demanded she fuck him harder.





Then Harry was grabbing under her skirt and letting his hands curve her bum, pulling himself to a straighter sitting position as he helped the girl along, bringing her boinging motion to a frenzied intensity, her muffled moans starting to grow as the girl’s head rolled backwards. The overwhelmed man could hear their bodies slap together loudly and was once again amazed at their daring.





Soon, Harry’s hands were once again visible as he began nimbly pulling down the top of her dress and peeling back her bra so he could attack her tits with unchecked zeal, his fingers eventually curling around the tops of her shoulders from behind as he crashed their forms together, his mouth still beset on the girl’s pert peaks.





They moved in unison now and there was something startling and powerful in seeing them like this; Remus wondering how long before the boy would be back in the throes of combat instead of passion. Perhaps the young wizard understood more about his fate than Remus had guessed. The way he was so articulate and adamant with her, his desire like a tsunami roaring over her head.





Why Harry felt the need to bind and muzzle the girl, he was not sure. In fact, he had no idea where such aggression had come from. Harry was a strong boy, and a powerful spell caster, but Lupin had always considered him compassionate and gentle and, well, heroic. He was a boy who championed not only his friends but the people who couldn’t defend themselves. He was a champion, no less than a Triwizard one at that, and seeing this kind of behavior was bewildering. Harry might have been inured to death and mayhem, but Remus had still thought of him as innocent in the simple social circle of the Hogwarts dating pool. The lesson learned here today was most illuminating.





The lovers were coming to a close in their frolic as their moans increased. At the moment of climax, Harry folded his head into her neck and bit her, screaming into her flesh with a pitch somewhat dampened by the cover of her hair. The platinum wavy locks fell about the boy as she shuddered into him. When Harry pulled back from her and laughed merrily, Remus could see the imprint of his teeth on the girl’s throat.





There was no help for it now. The teacher’s prick was hard as a rock. He felt shameful at his state, but he also felt that he was being asked to bear quite a bit of lustful loitering in this assignment. This was a far cry from what he was used to and he was really going above and beyond his oath to protect the boy if he was expected to play voyeur to their sex games, too. Remus couldn’t tell if it was a fair cop or not.





The frazzled guard was hoping that the students would now revert to their regular, childlike selves and enjoy their picnic lunch, but was brought up short when he heard Harry’s wicked voice again.





“Is your arse still sore, luv? You want me to kiss it and make it better?” He asked with a lascivious smirk if ever there was one. The boy had removed Luna’s panties from her mouth by now and she swallowed a few times before answering.





“If you would like, Harry,” her voice scratched out.





The young man reached for something in the basket and pulled out a bottle of water, twisting off the top and then putting it to Luna’s lips and bidding her to drink. Of course, the girl was still tied up. When she finished, Harry poured a bit of the water over the skin on her chest and watched it dribble down her breasts as she sucked in her breath at the supposed chill. He licked up his refreshment from her body and then moved her back, not bothering to fix her top and cover her.





“Yeah, I would like,” was his retort. And then he was pulling up his jeans and laying flat on the ground, coaxing her to bring her legs toward his face.





Oh. Good Gods. No, please, Merlin, no, do not let the boy start again. But even as he thought it, the girl moved to straddle him and her petticoat was soon covering the top of Harry’s body. She let out one of those breathy sighs cum moans as her head tilted back again and her lower half was enjoying the benefits of Harry’s attention.





Lupin decided he was having a really tough week. He could hardly be expected to endure more of this youthful amorous shenanigan. And why was the girl’s bottom sore, anyway? Did he want to know, really? The blonde was gyrating her hips onto Harry’s concealed face with that same look of dreamy blissfulness across her features; her compromised hands fisted to Harry’s waistband. Pretty soon, the boy was moving her from his vantage down below and he ran her roughshod back and forth over his obliterated head, the girl trying to stay up but swaying in the motion with nothing to balance her.





Her mouth shut tight as she moaned against the back of her lips and then her lids shot open in that look of wide-eyed surprise, a vision further enhanced by her naturally oversized orbs, and as she pushed herself down to what could only be Harry’s mouth and held it, she fell backwards with her legs splayed out on either side of the boy. He was down there for a few more seconds before his face appeared from behind the curtain of her skirt and he reached up to drag her head to his, smearing his cheeks to hers as he sloppily kissed her, apparently trying to cover her in their love.





It was almost poetic.







Remus could only wait and watch as their snogging continued, but then they finally folded into each other and Harry lay them down on the blanket again, reaching to untwist his belt from around her wrists. They curled around each other and napped in the leaden heat of the afternoon. Lupin finally breathed a sigh of relief and decided now would be a good time to scope out the perimeter and let the children sleep in their spent condition.







Later, after Remus had deemed the area safe and the pair had awakened, he viewed their conversation during their lunchtime, full of mirth and tenderness. Harry touched Luna’s face often, or stroked back her hair, and Lupin could not recall a time he had ever seen the boy that happy, unless he counted his one year-old version receiving his first broom. Perhaps the boy had had plenty of moments with his face this bright and joyful and his former professor was just not privy to that side of him. He hoped he was right about that.





When the couple had folded up their picnic and crept out of their retreat, Lupin had watched from afar as Harry had taken her to a shadowy part of the street and put her on the Knight Bus after the girl had brought out her wand. Then Luna was gone and the boy had stood there for several minutes staring at the place where she had been but a moment ago.





When he finally turned to go home, Lupin saw many things at work in the boy’s expression. His heart tugged for him. What had Harry gotten himself into, the surrogate uncle had wondered. He ruminated over the idea of talking to the boy now, but decided against it. The young wizard obviously needed some time to himself.





Maybe Remus needed to get right back to Tonks the second his watch was done and show her just how passionate he could truly be.







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Harry had finished putting away the last of his clothes and items he was bringing with him in his rucksack and was now trudging it down the stairs. Not being able to use his magic really sucked. He’d sorted everything out the day before, and the pile waiting to go in the dustbin sat in the floor of his room. Hedwig’s cage sat waiting on the first floor with Harry’s Firebolt.





It was finally time to be gone from this place, the boy tried to comprehend. Dedalus Diggle and Hestia Jones had taken the Dursleys and were en route to their new hideout. It had felt bittersweet for Harry to see Dudley go. Why the two couldn’t have become friendlier sooner was unfortunate, but he shook Dudley’s hand and promised that he’d contact him as soon as things were safe again. Dudley had wished him luck, with everything, he had added with a wink.





Vernon had remained his usual arsehole self, but for some reason, Harry had hoped that perhaps Petunia would have something to say to him about his mother before she left, some word of comfort to her nephew or just an acknowledgment that he was even her family. Alas, she had waltzed out the door with nary a look back at her pseudo-son, leaving a chill in her wake that Harry ignored and quickly dispersed in his refusal to be disappointed.





The sexually charged teen had had a difficult adjustment getting used to Luna’s absence these last four days. She had only been with him briefly, but it had been an intense visit, and even though he’d gone right back to his furious masturbating the day after to make up for the loss of her body, it had been wholly unsatisfying.







He’d spent the remaining time waiting for his cavalry in a sort of sexual limbo, theorizing over the possible reasons behind his quirks and wondering how soon he could be inside her again. Needless to say, this had all conspired to leave him in a rather restless state, and now his body virtually hummed with anticipation for the next wave of operation.





When a roaring sound had surprised him, he’d headed to the kitchen to watch as a host of witches and wizards had suddenly appeared in the back yard. He stared at his friends and cohorts now, gathered around him in the shiny white space, with a buoyant heart. Yet, even as his affection bubbled up in his chest, it was tempered with a maturity that observed them in their real faces. Their vulnerabilities were as evident to Harry as their strengths, and he wondered if this was part of his knowing, that his journey with Luna had imbued him with the wisdom of a man finding his way in the world.





He listened intently as Moody explained the means for their flight and the circumstances surrounding their early departure. Harry had put up the usual resistance when the crusty Auror had pulled out the Polyjuice Potion, and his companions were quick to make light of his worry while imparting a silent insistence. Harry couldn’t help but to notice Professor Lupin’s discomfort, however, and when Tonks had suddenly flashed a ring in the boy’s face announcing their betrothal the discomfiture grew to out and out embarrassment.





Harry found it curious; shouldn’t his old teacher be grinning from ear to ear? If he’d just been married to a hot piece like her, he wouldn’t be sheepish about it, that’s for sure. Harry’s eyes glanced over the woman’s breasts as he pretended to admire her small diamond, her loud tee-shirt tight enough to highlight them in a most flattering degree. Yeah, Lupin was weird if he didn’t take full advantage of those and to hell with what everybody else thought.





Then he’d had to put up with his mates’ transformation into his doppelgangers and that was when things got even weirder. It was bad enough when Hermione suggested with a squeal that Harry, in golden potion form, looked tastier than Crabbe and Goyle and Ron’s face had burned. Of course, Harry’s mind immediately went to an image of his bushy haired best friend sucking him off and getting a mouth full of his “taste”; the teen felt his nipples harden at that.





He closed his eyes and his mind intoned in a steady beat, stopitstopitstopit, but then people started to switch clothes and seeing himself in various states of undress with his flesh exposed like that started doing a number on his prick. The sexy picture of having seven of him surrounding Luna and being able to do all the things he wanted to try all at once was overpowering and to his mortification he was soon exhibiting an erection through his pants.





He choked and tried to stand behind a chair as a screen while they finished but then all of a sudden there was a general titter around the group. Hermione’s bespectacled Harry eyes got really, really big as she froze in a bit of shock, while Ron’s Harry face just got redder and the twins started chuckling like mad. Even Fleur gave a startled mon dieu! before adjusting her face to a sexy grin, and it was pretty empowering to the boy to see his face look like that, as she snickered to her husband’s perplexed face.





Harry got a very funny feeling. But when the whiny Mundungus gave a saucy cry and declared, “Oh, hoho! Haven’t felt wood like that since me days with the Frommer sisters!” the boy knew he was busted. How he was sharing the effects of his arousal he wasn’t so sure, but his face flushed all the same.





“Er, you eager to get a move on, Harry?” George, or maybe Fred started to smirk, his twin quickly adding to the teasing.





“Yeah, does the threat of imminent danger give you a boner often? That would explain a lot,” and the two suddenly speccy, raven-haired brothers cracked up at the idea.





It was now becoming clear to the rest of the uninitiated, non-Harry’s just what was happening and a few looked at the original with some pity. Harry was sure he must be the color of lobster in a pot. He tried to calm himself down as he stumbled through an apology.





“Er, uh, sorry. Really sorry about that. I-uh-don’t know where that came from.” The twins only laughed harder and now Ron was starting to join in their guffaws. Hermione still looked appalled. If possible, Lupin looked even more uncomfortable as he gave Harry a funny look.





“Well, that’s very odd. I’ve not seen a reaction in the counterparts before,” the tattily-dressed werewolf informed them. Harry's oversexed brain got a vision of Remus buggering his new bride and he audibly groaned into his hands as he covered his face.





“Sorry!” he exclaimed again at his fortified stiffy.





Perhaps he needed a nice cold shower before they left. He thought about just how dangerous a mission this could be, what he would do if any of his friends were hurt as they fleed, and that snapped him out of his heightened state right quick. He took slow breaths and managed to bat down the raging surge of hormones, only looking at the rest when he felt completely under control.





He knew his face bore a guilty expression, but there wasn’t much he could do about things now. He moved on and asked Moody how the cluster would pair off. The amused gleam in the Auror’s good eye was not lost on the boy.





Moments later, Harry was stuffing Hedwig and her cage into the sidecar of Hagrid’s motorbike as best he could and praying to whoever would listen to keep his friends safe as they all prepared to steal away into the encroaching darkness.











One of my favorite scenes out of DH, *snicker*. We're almost to the Burrow. Lots of good stuff around the corner as the stakes escalate!