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Deadline Passed
A/N: OMG! I actually almost forgot to tell you all this, but I wrote this chapter in honor of my Little Brat Rat Cat the greatest cat to ever live. R.I.P. precious girl. I love you!
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Chapter 38—Deadline Passed
“Severusssss, approach me.” Voldemort ordered in the middle of a Death Eater meeting.
Moving forward from the back, shadowy corner of the room, Snape followed Voldemort’s orders with unfaltering steps. Voldemort had been thwarted again. Harry and Ron had managed to access the cup and Voldemort was livid. He killed the goblin who had done his job exactly the way it was to be done. He had tortured several of his most loyal Death Eaters, but Snape was in for worse. He could sense it.
He approached the Dark Lord’s position with his head level and his posture neutral. He showed neither fear nor arrogance. Genuflecting in front of his cloaked leader, Snape took the hem of Voldemort’s robes in his fingertips and kissed gently.
“My son.” The sibilant voice caused tremors within him. “I assigned you a special task—a very special task.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
“Did you complete the task I asked of you?”
“No, My Lord. I believe it is impossible.”
Voldemort closed the gap between their faces to less than an inch apart, spittle flying from his lips flecked Snape’s face, but he hardly noticed through his fear. “THAT MUDBLOOD BITCH ACCOMPLISHED IT, SEVERUS!”
“Forgive me, My Lord.” He hadn’t intended for his voice to leave him so weakly, but as he looked at the ground of his own dining room in Spinner’s End, he found images of Hermione and her swollen belly nude in his bed swimming at the forefront of his mind. He struggled to suppress the thoughts while he had his head down.
“Rise, Severus!”
Snape stood, refusing to allow his legs to shake. He was circled by Voldemort.
“You are a great inventor of spells, potions, and techniques. I have given you more freedoms than all of the others together! I have kept you at my right side for years, and still you take advantage of my good graces!” Voldemort waved his wand and Snape’s shirt disappeared from his body. Another wave and his hands were bound behind his back, stretching his sinewy muscles tautly across his chest. “What better punishment than the use of your own curses against you. I have found a new way to use your sectumsempra that I’m sure you can appreciate.” With a motion like a whip, as though Voldemort was lashing down at the right side of his body, Snape felt a cold sting. He fell to the ground under the pressure of whatever curse Voldemort had used. He rolled to his back, his binds disappeared, and he felt the wound. It was long and straight, starting just above his collar bone and extending down his abdomen. It was deep too, but he couldn’t feel any difference from his sectumsempra spell.
Snape distantly heard a female voice cry out in shock, and Voldemort exchanged some words and put a light crucio on her. By the time Snape’s body began to recover from the initial shock, Voldemort entered his frame of view and attacked his mind with direct legilimency.
In Snape’s condition, with blood pooling on the tile around him and flowing in rivulets down the cracks away from him, it was a wonder he had enough strength to control his mind, but his years of practice made it quite instinctual. The only memory Voldemort was able to access with any sort of clarity was the dream he shared with Hermione. His eyelids fluttered and began to slide shut, but Voldemort shouted for him not to pass out and he dared not disobey. He couldn’t control his eye’s rolling back in his skull though and in the last couple of seconds before Snape eased into the black shroud of sleep, Voldemort was able to capture a few seconds of sound from his memory.
“Unh! Severus! Please!”
“So fucking sexy!”
“Oh, yes, Severus! Yes, m’love!”
“Oooooh!”
“Severus, lover come with me! Come with me please!”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yeeeeeessssssss...”
Voldemort stared down at Snape’s vulnerable body. That memory could have been from any time period in Snape’s life, but something struck Voldemort as odd. Snape sounded the way he does now, not like he was as a young man, but the woman sounded more like a girl. Would Snape take advantage of one of the students like that? Maybe Snape had a relationship with Pansy outside of the revel. That was a bit of news, but he couldn’t fully process it through his rage. It was time to send everyone away so he could think.
Voldemort flicked his wand in the general direction of Snape’s potion stores and caught a vial of blood-replenishing potion in his hand, waking Snape and dumping it unceremoniously down his throat.
Snape’s eyes opened and he moaned at the intense pain in his abdomen.
The Dark Lord stood over him with a vile expression on his face. “Get out of my sight!” He said vehemently.
Snape could not apparate on his own. He needed help, but an order from the Dark Lord was to be followed. No questions, no comments, no doubt… Snape’s vision swam in and out of focus.
“OUT OF MY SIGHT, SEVERUS! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!!!!!!!”
He rolled on the ground and focused on his ancestral home. When he arrived, he knew immediately that something was seriously wrong. He felt lighter and much colder on half of his body. As he turned to look at his body and assess the damage, the blur of two figures approaching him at a run gave him some small comfort until he realized that he had not splinched himself.
*****
Hermione had been sitting at the table with the rest of the younger members of the Order, plotting to surprise Madame Pomfrey on her birthday. She giggled heartily as Neville suggested playing a prank on the matronly medi-witch.
She was expecting news from Snape concerning the completion of the separating potion, so she wasn’t surprised by the familiar, huge, black owl that soared through the tiny picture window over the kitchen sink.
She took the note from his leg as she laughed. When her eyes scanned across the page, her smile quickly fell.
Hermione,
Come right away. We don’t know what to do. He may be dying.
Mum
Hermione’s head began to pound and she felt dizzy. Ignoring her own ailmets, she stood up from the table quite abruptly, ignoring the dizzying sensation of standing that quickly and ran as fast as she could waddle to the door.
“Hermione!” Mrs. Weasley exclaimed as Hermione bumped her on the way out.
She didn’t respond. Instead, she flung the door open to the late afternoon heat and apparated as soon as her feet hit the garden path.
Upon her arrival in the library, she was met by her mother who filled her in on the details. They walked with hurried and muffled footsteps and as she neared Snape’s bedroom, she could hear his weak, laboured breaths and prepared herself for what sounded like a splinched body. What she saw instead made her freeze in the doorway as she fought for control. The giant sob that wanted to rend itself from her throat was swallowed down. He would not appreciate her losing control, and her tears would have to stop as well. She needed to see clearly.
“Accio Dittany! Accio Balm of McGullough! Accio Skele-Gro! Accio Mediwitchery for the Ages! Accio Scapel! Accio Mini-Cauldron!” She called several other objects, potions, and books to her aid, and her parents shrieked and ducked out of the way as Hermione filled the bedside with all of the things she would need. The bedside table was transfigured into a stool, and she sat upon it and immediately began to busy herself with mending the incredible gash in his chest.
The Dark Lord had not spent days or even hours on Snape, because his newest invention was severe enough for a short burst of magic to be sufficient. He had used a variation of Sectumsempra and sliced Snape from just below his shoulder to just below his ribs on his right side, but the wound wasn’t surface level. Snape’s chest was sliced cleanly through the ribs and halfway into the chest cavity.
Flipping open Mediwitchery for the Ages, Hermione referenced the book several times as she mended and poured potions on him and cast diagnosing spells. She worked tirelessly for four hours. After about an hour, her parents had stepped up, each on one side of the bed, both to watch her work and to take one of Snape’s hands and cajole him to remain conscious. It seemed to be an unspoken rule that none of them would speak to the other. All words were reserved for Snape and spells.
10 o’clock. “Severus.”
Her mother looked up from Snape’s hand, he was breathing in deep slow gasps.
“Severus.” Hermione seemed to be alone with him, despite her parents’ presence.
Her father looked at her mother with a serious gaze. They had never heard Hermione use that tone of voice before. She sounded small, scared, defeated…
“Severus, please.” She whimpered. “Please, my love, please…”
Her mother finally broke the contract of the room, “Hermione, dear, no matter what happens, you did your b—”
“Don’t say it! Don’t think it even for a moment!” She hissed in return.
“But—”
“Elaine.” Her father cut across her mother sharply and quietly and the woman fell silent.
Over the next hour, they waited in sleepy silence as Snape’s breathing became slightly less laboured. At 11:51pm, he opened his eyes, and seemed to be trying to struggle to say something.
“Severus!” The Grangers said in unison.
“Stop! Please just rest. Please don’t speak, okay.”
Another half hour later and Snape was still trying to speak. Quite suddenly, he found his voice, “Hermione…” He reached up and grabbed almost desperately, though weakly, against her blouse.
“Severus! Oh my goodness! Severus!” Hermione smiled and allowed the tears she had suppressed to spill down her face.
“Herm…”
“I’m here, Lovey. Right here, My Love!”
He was trying to say something, but there was simply not enough air. Suddenly, as though with all of his effort, Snape managed to push out the words he had needed so badly to say. His hand rested atop her large belly as he said, “I love you.” Then his hand began to slip.
She caught it before it could hit the pillow at his side, and began to beg, “Severus, please don’t do this! Please don’t go!”
His eyes weren’t closing, but he wasn’t blinking either.
“Severus?” Hermione’s eyes found his pupils and used her wand, saying, “Lumos! Severus!” His pupils weren’t dilating and she watched as his eyes shifted away from hers and unfocused at the ceiling. “Severus? SEVERUS!” Hermione lost control and became hysterical.
Her shout seemed to jolt her parents to action and her father stood, pushed Hermione aside, and moved over Snape’s body. “Severus! Can you hear me?”
Elaine followed her husband’s lead and took her side of the sheets firmly in hand as they lowered him to the floor.
Hermione cleared a large spot on the floor with a savage sweep of her wand.
“Hermione! Did you fix everything internally?”
“I d-did everything I could think of! What else can I d-do?”
“CPR?” Her mother asked, looking again to her husband.
“Yes.”
With each of her parents on either side of his body, she watched in horror as they began to take turns helping him breathe. Eventually, her father checked his pulse and a different look was exchanged.
“What?”
Neither answered her. Her father just moved over Snape’s sternum and began to pump his chest.
Hermione recognized it immediately and a sudden feeling of despair washed over her. She walked back and forth, all the while, Snape’s eyes remained open and she imagined that there was still life there. She knelt by his head. He just had to see reason! It wasn’t time for—it just wasn’t— “Severus, you still have so much to do. You can’t leave yet! You just can’t—however do you expect me to do all of this by myself? It just isn’t—”
Her father’s voice rang out sharply, “Elaine! ELAINE! Enough.”
Hermione looked up sharply as her mother stepped back into her father’s embrace and began to cry into his chest. “…no, no, no, no, no…” She bent over his still form again. This wasn’t it. Couldn’t her parents see, there was still life in those eyes. They were so black… He was still there!
Always the quick study, Hermione tilted Snape’s head back as her mother had done and began to breathe into his mouth.
Mr. Granger’s hand entered her view as she sat back to breathe for a moment and closed Snape’s eyes, and Hermione was struck by the truth. Severus Snape was dead. She became very still and silent until her mother’s words became clear to her and she focused.
“It’s okay, Severus. You don’t have to hold on anymore. Go ahead. It’s time.”
Hermione’s father touched Snape’s shoulder and he turned away.
Hermione’s mother lowered his hand to the floor and kissed his brow.
Almost of its own volition, Hermione’s hand rose to touch her lover’s brow as her mother had done. It was still moist with sweat and quickly cooling under her hand. Her lips followed her hand; first his brow, then his cheek, then his lips… and that’s when she lost control. She shrieked with grief and dropped her head to his chest. It remained eerily still and her grief bubbled over at a whole new level. She wailed and felt their child kick within her. She shook, she rocked, she wailed, and delivered a few good blows to her father as he tried to take her out of the room. At the last moment, she managed to snatch the wedding ring that hung on the chain at his neck, and her mother covered him with the sheet. When the door closed, Hermione had gone limp in her father’s arms, allowing him to take her away as she slid her wedding ring on her finger.
The Grangers slept on the couch in the library, and eventually Hermione managed to sob herself to sleep.
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A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed and read. I truly appreciate it. I would like a give a special thanks to my top reviewers and my newest reviewers: tay and deaudle (who I suspect is doodle, being goofy and fancy, right? LOL).
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4-- johanna3030
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Next week is Thanksgiving and I want to wish you an early Happy Thanksgiving. May all your turkeys be juicy, may all your family bring smiles, and may you have many things for which to be greatful!
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Chapter 38—Deadline Passed
“Severusssss, approach me.” Voldemort ordered in the middle of a Death Eater meeting.
Moving forward from the back, shadowy corner of the room, Snape followed Voldemort’s orders with unfaltering steps. Voldemort had been thwarted again. Harry and Ron had managed to access the cup and Voldemort was livid. He killed the goblin who had done his job exactly the way it was to be done. He had tortured several of his most loyal Death Eaters, but Snape was in for worse. He could sense it.
He approached the Dark Lord’s position with his head level and his posture neutral. He showed neither fear nor arrogance. Genuflecting in front of his cloaked leader, Snape took the hem of Voldemort’s robes in his fingertips and kissed gently.
“My son.” The sibilant voice caused tremors within him. “I assigned you a special task—a very special task.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
“Did you complete the task I asked of you?”
“No, My Lord. I believe it is impossible.”
Voldemort closed the gap between their faces to less than an inch apart, spittle flying from his lips flecked Snape’s face, but he hardly noticed through his fear. “THAT MUDBLOOD BITCH ACCOMPLISHED IT, SEVERUS!”
“Forgive me, My Lord.” He hadn’t intended for his voice to leave him so weakly, but as he looked at the ground of his own dining room in Spinner’s End, he found images of Hermione and her swollen belly nude in his bed swimming at the forefront of his mind. He struggled to suppress the thoughts while he had his head down.
“Rise, Severus!”
Snape stood, refusing to allow his legs to shake. He was circled by Voldemort.
“You are a great inventor of spells, potions, and techniques. I have given you more freedoms than all of the others together! I have kept you at my right side for years, and still you take advantage of my good graces!” Voldemort waved his wand and Snape’s shirt disappeared from his body. Another wave and his hands were bound behind his back, stretching his sinewy muscles tautly across his chest. “What better punishment than the use of your own curses against you. I have found a new way to use your sectumsempra that I’m sure you can appreciate.” With a motion like a whip, as though Voldemort was lashing down at the right side of his body, Snape felt a cold sting. He fell to the ground under the pressure of whatever curse Voldemort had used. He rolled to his back, his binds disappeared, and he felt the wound. It was long and straight, starting just above his collar bone and extending down his abdomen. It was deep too, but he couldn’t feel any difference from his sectumsempra spell.
Snape distantly heard a female voice cry out in shock, and Voldemort exchanged some words and put a light crucio on her. By the time Snape’s body began to recover from the initial shock, Voldemort entered his frame of view and attacked his mind with direct legilimency.
In Snape’s condition, with blood pooling on the tile around him and flowing in rivulets down the cracks away from him, it was a wonder he had enough strength to control his mind, but his years of practice made it quite instinctual. The only memory Voldemort was able to access with any sort of clarity was the dream he shared with Hermione. His eyelids fluttered and began to slide shut, but Voldemort shouted for him not to pass out and he dared not disobey. He couldn’t control his eye’s rolling back in his skull though and in the last couple of seconds before Snape eased into the black shroud of sleep, Voldemort was able to capture a few seconds of sound from his memory.
“Unh! Severus! Please!”
“So fucking sexy!”
“Oh, yes, Severus! Yes, m’love!”
“Oooooh!”
“Severus, lover come with me! Come with me please!”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yeeeeeessssssss...”
Voldemort stared down at Snape’s vulnerable body. That memory could have been from any time period in Snape’s life, but something struck Voldemort as odd. Snape sounded the way he does now, not like he was as a young man, but the woman sounded more like a girl. Would Snape take advantage of one of the students like that? Maybe Snape had a relationship with Pansy outside of the revel. That was a bit of news, but he couldn’t fully process it through his rage. It was time to send everyone away so he could think.
Voldemort flicked his wand in the general direction of Snape’s potion stores and caught a vial of blood-replenishing potion in his hand, waking Snape and dumping it unceremoniously down his throat.
Snape’s eyes opened and he moaned at the intense pain in his abdomen.
The Dark Lord stood over him with a vile expression on his face. “Get out of my sight!” He said vehemently.
Snape could not apparate on his own. He needed help, but an order from the Dark Lord was to be followed. No questions, no comments, no doubt… Snape’s vision swam in and out of focus.
“OUT OF MY SIGHT, SEVERUS! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!!!!!!!”
He rolled on the ground and focused on his ancestral home. When he arrived, he knew immediately that something was seriously wrong. He felt lighter and much colder on half of his body. As he turned to look at his body and assess the damage, the blur of two figures approaching him at a run gave him some small comfort until he realized that he had not splinched himself.
*****
Hermione had been sitting at the table with the rest of the younger members of the Order, plotting to surprise Madame Pomfrey on her birthday. She giggled heartily as Neville suggested playing a prank on the matronly medi-witch.
She was expecting news from Snape concerning the completion of the separating potion, so she wasn’t surprised by the familiar, huge, black owl that soared through the tiny picture window over the kitchen sink.
She took the note from his leg as she laughed. When her eyes scanned across the page, her smile quickly fell.
Hermione,
Come right away. We don’t know what to do. He may be dying.
Mum
Hermione’s head began to pound and she felt dizzy. Ignoring her own ailmets, she stood up from the table quite abruptly, ignoring the dizzying sensation of standing that quickly and ran as fast as she could waddle to the door.
“Hermione!” Mrs. Weasley exclaimed as Hermione bumped her on the way out.
She didn’t respond. Instead, she flung the door open to the late afternoon heat and apparated as soon as her feet hit the garden path.
Upon her arrival in the library, she was met by her mother who filled her in on the details. They walked with hurried and muffled footsteps and as she neared Snape’s bedroom, she could hear his weak, laboured breaths and prepared herself for what sounded like a splinched body. What she saw instead made her freeze in the doorway as she fought for control. The giant sob that wanted to rend itself from her throat was swallowed down. He would not appreciate her losing control, and her tears would have to stop as well. She needed to see clearly.
“Accio Dittany! Accio Balm of McGullough! Accio Skele-Gro! Accio Mediwitchery for the Ages! Accio Scapel! Accio Mini-Cauldron!” She called several other objects, potions, and books to her aid, and her parents shrieked and ducked out of the way as Hermione filled the bedside with all of the things she would need. The bedside table was transfigured into a stool, and she sat upon it and immediately began to busy herself with mending the incredible gash in his chest.
The Dark Lord had not spent days or even hours on Snape, because his newest invention was severe enough for a short burst of magic to be sufficient. He had used a variation of Sectumsempra and sliced Snape from just below his shoulder to just below his ribs on his right side, but the wound wasn’t surface level. Snape’s chest was sliced cleanly through the ribs and halfway into the chest cavity.
Flipping open Mediwitchery for the Ages, Hermione referenced the book several times as she mended and poured potions on him and cast diagnosing spells. She worked tirelessly for four hours. After about an hour, her parents had stepped up, each on one side of the bed, both to watch her work and to take one of Snape’s hands and cajole him to remain conscious. It seemed to be an unspoken rule that none of them would speak to the other. All words were reserved for Snape and spells.
10 o’clock. “Severus.”
Her mother looked up from Snape’s hand, he was breathing in deep slow gasps.
“Severus.” Hermione seemed to be alone with him, despite her parents’ presence.
Her father looked at her mother with a serious gaze. They had never heard Hermione use that tone of voice before. She sounded small, scared, defeated…
“Severus, please.” She whimpered. “Please, my love, please…”
Her mother finally broke the contract of the room, “Hermione, dear, no matter what happens, you did your b—”
“Don’t say it! Don’t think it even for a moment!” She hissed in return.
“But—”
“Elaine.” Her father cut across her mother sharply and quietly and the woman fell silent.
Over the next hour, they waited in sleepy silence as Snape’s breathing became slightly less laboured. At 11:51pm, he opened his eyes, and seemed to be trying to struggle to say something.
“Severus!” The Grangers said in unison.
“Stop! Please just rest. Please don’t speak, okay.”
Another half hour later and Snape was still trying to speak. Quite suddenly, he found his voice, “Hermione…” He reached up and grabbed almost desperately, though weakly, against her blouse.
“Severus! Oh my goodness! Severus!” Hermione smiled and allowed the tears she had suppressed to spill down her face.
“Herm…”
“I’m here, Lovey. Right here, My Love!”
He was trying to say something, but there was simply not enough air. Suddenly, as though with all of his effort, Snape managed to push out the words he had needed so badly to say. His hand rested atop her large belly as he said, “I love you.” Then his hand began to slip.
She caught it before it could hit the pillow at his side, and began to beg, “Severus, please don’t do this! Please don’t go!”
His eyes weren’t closing, but he wasn’t blinking either.
“Severus?” Hermione’s eyes found his pupils and used her wand, saying, “Lumos! Severus!” His pupils weren’t dilating and she watched as his eyes shifted away from hers and unfocused at the ceiling. “Severus? SEVERUS!” Hermione lost control and became hysterical.
Her shout seemed to jolt her parents to action and her father stood, pushed Hermione aside, and moved over Snape’s body. “Severus! Can you hear me?”
Elaine followed her husband’s lead and took her side of the sheets firmly in hand as they lowered him to the floor.
Hermione cleared a large spot on the floor with a savage sweep of her wand.
“Hermione! Did you fix everything internally?”
“I d-did everything I could think of! What else can I d-do?”
“CPR?” Her mother asked, looking again to her husband.
“Yes.”
With each of her parents on either side of his body, she watched in horror as they began to take turns helping him breathe. Eventually, her father checked his pulse and a different look was exchanged.
“What?”
Neither answered her. Her father just moved over Snape’s sternum and began to pump his chest.
Hermione recognized it immediately and a sudden feeling of despair washed over her. She walked back and forth, all the while, Snape’s eyes remained open and she imagined that there was still life there. She knelt by his head. He just had to see reason! It wasn’t time for—it just wasn’t— “Severus, you still have so much to do. You can’t leave yet! You just can’t—however do you expect me to do all of this by myself? It just isn’t—”
Her father’s voice rang out sharply, “Elaine! ELAINE! Enough.”
Hermione looked up sharply as her mother stepped back into her father’s embrace and began to cry into his chest. “…no, no, no, no, no…” She bent over his still form again. This wasn’t it. Couldn’t her parents see, there was still life in those eyes. They were so black… He was still there!
Always the quick study, Hermione tilted Snape’s head back as her mother had done and began to breathe into his mouth.
Mr. Granger’s hand entered her view as she sat back to breathe for a moment and closed Snape’s eyes, and Hermione was struck by the truth. Severus Snape was dead. She became very still and silent until her mother’s words became clear to her and she focused.
“It’s okay, Severus. You don’t have to hold on anymore. Go ahead. It’s time.”
Hermione’s father touched Snape’s shoulder and he turned away.
Hermione’s mother lowered his hand to the floor and kissed his brow.
Almost of its own volition, Hermione’s hand rose to touch her lover’s brow as her mother had done. It was still moist with sweat and quickly cooling under her hand. Her lips followed her hand; first his brow, then his cheek, then his lips… and that’s when she lost control. She shrieked with grief and dropped her head to his chest. It remained eerily still and her grief bubbled over at a whole new level. She wailed and felt their child kick within her. She shook, she rocked, she wailed, and delivered a few good blows to her father as he tried to take her out of the room. At the last moment, she managed to snatch the wedding ring that hung on the chain at his neck, and her mother covered him with the sheet. When the door closed, Hermione had gone limp in her father’s arms, allowing him to take her away as she slid her wedding ring on her finger.
The Grangers slept on the couch in the library, and eventually Hermione managed to sob herself to sleep.
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A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed and read. I truly appreciate it. I would like a give a special thanks to my top reviewers and my newest reviewers: tay and deaudle (who I suspect is doodle, being goofy and fancy, right? LOL).
1-- catysmom
2-- Queen_Celestia
3-- meankitty69
4-- johanna3030
5-- slytherin-princess
6-- Lady_of_Clunn
6-- pstibbons
7-- sslover
8-- openthedoor
9-- Sureves Epans
9-- JunoMagic
9-- lilmisblack
10-- Jen618
I truly, truly, truly appreciate everything you guys do to boost me up!
Next week is Thanksgiving and I want to wish you an early Happy Thanksgiving. May all your turkeys be juicy, may all your family bring smiles, and may you have many things for which to be greatful!