Chapter 5

Harry Potter + Grey's Anatomy Crossover

By: Griffindorks I'd just been going through the motions of life after the war. I had served their purpose, so I went out and found my own. Now it's my time to thrive and be more than just the Boy-Who-Lived. Read to find out how he went from being wartime Harry to becoming a surgeon at Seattle Grace Hospital, and what changes he brings to its halls. Smart/Competent Harry, Better Summary in Profile.

Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama/Romance - [Harry P., Addison M., Mark S.] Meredith G. - Chapters: 6 - Words: 50,149 - Reviews: 90 - Favs: 414 - Follows: 487 - Updated: May 10, 2020 - Published: Feb 8, 2020 - id: 13496368

AN: Hey guys, we are so sorry for not posting this chapter early as we promised but when we split Ch. 4 into two parts we never realized we only left this chapter at less than 3000 words and having to make adjustments rather than writing on a black slate, trying to get all the characters' emotions just right, took frustratingly longer than we thought.

Buut, we managed to add a lot more content and managed to get the chapter to 5000 words, so yeh!

Also, once again thank you to our reviewers for your wonderful comments and critiques, we really appreciate your feedback as a guideline for how we're doing and what things need to be changed. As per one of our guest reviewer's suggestions, we have changed Harry's nickname from McAlpha to McYummy and we've updated Cristina's explanation in Ch. 3.

As for the continued requests we keep receiving to change the pairings, guys we get where you're all coming from as fanfic readers, but as writer and how far out we've planned the story already, we're sticking with Addy and Mark. We're truly sorry for those who are crossing their fingers for us to change it LOL, but Addy and Mark are here to stay for the foreseeable future.

Just enjoy the journey of how they come together and build a life for themselves. After all, a story is all about the journey rather than the destination.

P.S. we're created a sort of companion guide to MTJS on Pinterest where you can find pictures of the hospital, Harry's house, car, and tattoos, the characters from the wizarding side of Harry's life, Harry's drawings and doodles, and so much more. The link is: www. pinterest... /nuv86/more-than-just-surviving-hpga-fanfic/ (the folder is labeled "More Than Just Surviving HP/GA Fanfic")

Please let us know if you find any errors, our beta RHatch89 did an amazing job but we made more adjustments after he read so any mistakes are our fault.

Ep. Ref: S01E03

Chapter Five

The American cartoonist, Dr. Theodore Seuss once said, "When something bad happens, you have three choices. You can either let it define you, let it destroy you, or you can let it strengthen you." It took me a pathetically long time to start living by those words. Before Andromeda forced me to go through therapy if I ever wanted to see Teddy again, I had gone through my entire life being defined by my experiences thus far. It had affected the way I dressed, the way I walked, my lack of self-esteem, the way I didn't stand up to peer pressure even from Ron and Hermione. The loss of the loves of my life during the war destroyed me, shattered me, made me into a ghost of myself. Others always wonder how I can treat mere friends as family and love them so open-heartedly. How can I not, when they stood by me through my destruction and helped me to turn that destruction into strength. Strength to see it as a test of my character, strength to move forward, and strength to turn any bad circumstances to my advantage.

Meredith's POV

Mer studied her pager with a frown, beyond ready for the end of her shift. First, Karev had been an absolute ass in 'The Pit,' then she'd allowed herself to get provoked by the flirtations of the frustratingly charming McJackass, and then she'd had to deal with, as Harry would say, the FUBARed situation with Izzie.

Dear God, Izzie! She'd wanted to save a brain dead patient, and Mer had let her kicked puppy look weaken her own logic, and she'd actually helped the lighter-blonde with her idiotic plan. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid Meredith!

Now, standing in front of her open locker, she resisted the urge to wallow in her own disappointment when Alex burst in exclaiming, "God, I smell good!"

Mer grimaced at the sight of him, trying to contain her ire at how he'd stolen a surgery right from underneath Cristina and Izzie.

"You know what it is? It's the smell of open-heart surgery," he said with an unrepenting, almost manic grin as he sniffed the air. "It's awesome, it is awesome. You have to smell me."

Mer paused as the man leaned into her space, his arms grasping the edge of the lockers and her door effectively trapping her. Taking a fortifying breath while trying to breath as little of him in as possible, she replied, "I don't want to smell you."

Apparently, Karev didn't take the hint because he thought nuzzling her hair was a good idea. "Oh, yeah, you do," and his comeback caused something in Mer to just snap. It was the only explanation she would be able to give if asked why she grabbed her fellow intern by his shirt and slammed him against the opposite lockers with surprising strength. She opened her mouth to tell Karev off only to be interrupted by a deep voice.

"Meredith Grey!" She winced at Harry's calm and level voice, it being the only indication of his sudden appearance. "Step away. Sit down, and check yourself."

Fuck, this was serious. Harry didn't get riled up easily, but when he did, heads had a tendency to roll. So Mer did as told and took in the surprised expressions on both Derek and Bailey's faces, as well as the disappointed one on Harry's.

Shit! And just when I'd thought this day couldn't get any worse.

Richard's POV

Richard knew he was getting way too old for this crap. Which was precisely why he'd brought all his candidates together in the hopes it would help him in choosing his successor. While he'd initially hinted at the possibility to Burke, the Cardiothoracic Head liked to play it safe and stuck to the status quo a little too much for him to be the best choice in Richard's opinion.

He'd enticed Derek Shepherd as another possibility. However, Richard was still evaluating the man, and from what he'd seen so far, Derek was brilliant in his work and wasn't afraid to try new things, but he still had a ways to go in finding the right balance between practicing medicine and managing his department and it's personnel. Which was why Richard's first choice had been, and still was, Harry.

The man he'd unofficially mentored for the last decade was as gifted as the others, innovative like Derek, if not more so as proven by his Avery status, strict like Preston, and had already shown an abundance of talent and forethought towards being a leader.

He'd only been here for two weeks, and already he'd spoken to Richard, at length, about changing up the staffing model, developing better training for his staff, getting an administrative assistant, and a bucket load of procedural changes that would breathe new life into his ER and Trauma Departments.

Harry's vision had excited Richard. The Englishman was already living up to his every expectation, which while excellent was also a source of frustration for the old surgeon because he had just the man he wanted, but he was being stubborn in his refusal to take over Richard's position.

Instead of relieving his stress, Harry, along with Bailey, had brought the interns' shenanigans to his notice. His new Trauma Head being who he was, had at least had Bailey present him with a plan of action. Richard might be getting on in years, but he was no fool. It may have been the feisty resident who had laid it all out, but the Chief had known his willful protégé long enough to see the young man's handy work all over it. Richard was just relieved Harry was holding up to the promise he'd made on his first day here of lightening the load for his mentor, and was turning out to be an invaluable advisor and possible right hand.

The problem caused by the interns was troubling however, but fortunately still easily remediable with early intervention. While the other interns were doing well for the most part, Meredith would need a slight talking to, Yang would need closer monitoring, but they had decided to take more drastic measures with Stevens. That girl was on a slippery slope which would get her and this hospital in trouble one day.

Since this incident would be noted in their records as a first strike, the plan was to have Bailey, as their supervisor, confront her interns with their errors, their lack of logical thinking, and hand out the appropriate disciplinary actions.

Upon Harry's recommendation, they'd decided to also inform Shepherd and Burke, as the attendings involved, of the interns' actions and their repercussions so they could all present a united front during the disciplinary phase.

Derek and Preston had not been happy to hear the full details of the events. The Neurosurgeon had not been aware of how fully Stevens' had ignored his diagnosis and orders for the patient, and Preston had not been pleased that they'd gone over his head, disregarding his medical experience and authority. However, they had been agreeable with the intern's punishments and saw the wisdom in showing a cohesive stand.

With all that taken care of, Richard was hoping the progress reports from Bailey reported improvements in the intern's behaviors; otherwise, he would need to take more drastic action. He really hated this part of the job.

Meredith's POV

Mer had been a ball of nerves since the locker room incident and it had caused her to have a fitful night. Harry didn't get mad at her often, but whenever he did, it always left her feeling guilty. He was usually an endless well of patience with most people which was why the feeling of letting him down had always made her feel much worse than facing his anger, and to Mer, for whom Harry had filled the role of a mother, father, and brother, it was a depressing place to be.

Which was why, as she was pulling into the parking lot of Seattle Grace, she was confident the effects from the previous day weren't over. Harry wouldn't just allow her to get away with going against an attending's orders and pulling fights at work. She'd discovered early on after meeting Harry that he was a stickler for not letting infractions go ignored without the perpetrators facing appropriate discipline.

She'd once brought it up with Hermione, only to be told by Harry's studious best friend about their experiences at Hogwarts, their professors' lack of action towards bullies, and the adults outright ignoring some students' misdeeds. She'd told Mer how this had led to the students' behaviors becoming worse which eventually led to dire consequences during the second war with Voldemort.

Mer, having heard more on the topic from some of the other members of the Weasley family, especially Fleur, knew many in the British wizarding world agreed with Harry and Hermione that things with Slytherin House wouldn't have gotten as tragic as they did if their Headmaster had censured their behavior in earlier years, which was why Harry always made sure the ones who made mistakes were made to face their deeds

Maybe if I avoid him, he'll simply forget about it?

A tap at her window startled Mer from her contemplation, and she looked up to find Cristina.

"Oh, hey," she greeted through her open window.

"Why do you look like you're about to flee the country?" Cristina asked, her eyes surveying Mer with suspicion.

Mer sighed heavily as she reached over the gear shift to grab her bag.

"Did something happen with McDreamy?"

I think I would prefer that over this.

"No, Harry."

"What happened?" Cristina questioned as she adjusted her helmet under her arm, her tone conveying her curiosity.

"He saw me snap at Alex after Burke's surgery," muttered Mer. She looked up to see the other intern's attentive expression and reluctantly added, "And I'm pretty sure he knows about the stuff with the brain dead patient."

Cristina arched a speculative brow as they began to walk into the hospital. "So what, it's not like anything happened? I mean, everything turned out fine in the end."

"You don't understand. Harry would never let me get away with acting so stupidly, I'll…, we'll definitely be hearing about it," Mer admitted right as they were about to enter the locker room.

"Pssh, you're overthinking it," Cristina said as she pulled down her scrubs top over her head. "Besides, what's the most they can do? Like I said, everything worked out, and we had a good reason for what we did. So, you might be susceptible to McYummy's disapproval, but I can handle whatever he can throw at me?"

Mer remained quiet as she traded her own clothes for scrubs and shook her head at Cristina's naivety, her eyes spotting Izzie across the room. She couldn't help but feel a little resentful at allowing herself to be led astray by the other intern's actions yesterday.

"Trust me, he'll just break down every one of your arguments with logic, until you have nothing left to defend yourself," the dark-blonde replied as she tuned out her thoughts about yesterday. Cristina hummed skeptically just as the door opened to reveal Dr. Bailey.

Mer felt her heart constrict as the smaller woman peered at the two of them, her face resembling an imminent thunderstorm, and Mer felt her stomach drop.

"All of you, we need to have a talk, follow me."

Well shit...

Cristina's POV

Cristina tried to focus on Bailey as the resident talked to John Doe's wife about donor consent but thoughts from their earlier meeting continued to persistently pull her away from the present.

Bailey had been in full Nazi mode as she'd pulled Cristina's entire intern group into a conference room where they'd spend the next half hour being lashed by her scathing tongue. Cristina and the others had chosen to remain quiet, strictly out of self-preservation, as the woman had listed out in minute detail the stupidity of their decisions and actions in their handling of the brain dead patient.

The older woman's critique of the situation and punishment was entirely unfair in her opinion but she was glad she wasn't alone in this because Mer and Izzie were in the same boat as her, but the situation still rankled her.

This was not how she had imagined her life as a surgeon beginning. Cristina had no doubts about her brilliance. In fact she'd spent her entire life from elementary school through medical school being praised by relatives, teachers, professors, and mentors for her intelligence and ambition. She'd worked hard and excelled in every aspect of her academics and had fully expected her venture into the professional world to follow the same route.

Yet, here she was not even a few weeks into her internship and she had already received a permanent demerit on her thus far spotless record, and it pissed her to no end. She had the potential to be a damn fine surgeon. She'd graduated first in her program, damn it. She deserved to be in the O.R. honing her talents, proving herself to be a cut above the rest, but how could she do that when they were sidelining them, making Mer, Izzie, and her explain every action they took, decision they made, and why in writing through the next two weeks of their probation.

It wasn't even as if she had done anything wrong, well not too wrong. Sure they had skirted around the attendings' instructions a little, but they'd done so for good reasons. What were they supposed to do, let completely viable organs go to waste because it was a cutthroat thing to do?

Cristina didn't care about doing what was polite. She wasn't blind either and knew exactly how others saw her. They took her ambition and logical thought process to mean she was insensitive, callous, a bitch, but she didn't care. Being effective and competent was more important to her than being nice. She'd promised herself she'd never allow herself to be in a position of being incompetent ever again, to freeze in a critical moment, to lose someone, watch them die instead of saving them. Watching her father bleed right in front of her as the life slowly faded from his eyes, no, never again. So maybe she was overly heavy-handed in her approach, as long as it got her results she was fine with it.

As she tried to actively focus back on following along with the process of gaining consent for an organ harvest, it occurred to her to evaluate if Dr. Potter-Black was to blame for the events which had precipitated. After all, hadn't Mer been afraid something like this might happen? No matter how much Cristina thought on the subject however, she just couldn't seem to settle her feelings about the man. On one hand, if he had brought this upon them then for all intents and purposes she should hate him, but on the other, she still respected him, his success, his way of teaching them so openly and patiently.

She breathed out a weary sigh. Why had life become so complicated?

Harry's POV

Harry entered his house after sending off Wardsmith Kamorr and his team. The goblin had informed him the wards he'd requested were in place, complete with a wartime option he could activate if needed before he'd handed over the wardbook and the Black Orb. Harry had thanked him and bid him farewell with a clasp of their forearms.

Harry made his way towards the library to place both items in the blood protected safe room. A Family's Ward Orb was guarded zealously by it's Head since it contained generations of specialized ward advancements personalized to each family. Harry wouldn't usually allow the Black or the Potter Orbs to be handled by just anyone, except for the fact that he and Kamorr had years of trust to fall back on.

He'd first met the goblin after the war. Apparently, he had felt honor-bound to apologize for his brother, Griphook's, duplicity during the war. He had explained to Harry that while the Sword of Gryffindor might be coveted by their people, his brother's actions had brought dishonor to their clan. In turn to show he held no grudges, Harry had granted his forgiveness and understanding and had gone as far as to ask the senior wardsmith to handle the reactivation of his properties from where they lay dormant since the deaths of Lord Arcturus Black, and his own grandfather Lord Fleamont Potter.

After the tense initial formalities were out of the way, Harry had admitted to the two goblins in the room, Kamorr and his Potter account manager Bartók, that he'd fully expected to become persona non grata with the Goblin Nation. He'd confessed his surprise at even being let into the bank, only for both of them to laugh in a terrifying display of teeth, not that Harry would ever acknowledge such a thing.

He'd been told that Goblins was a race of warriors who had been suppressed by wizards to sustain their nature through the utter monotony of banking, and there wasn't much that brought them excitement anymore. His actions had been a welcome amusement and seen as a worthy challenge which they had been unfortunately unprepared for. At his perplexed look, Bartók had explained in confidence, along with the threat of painful death if he ever said a word to others, that with their gladiator like natures bound by their treaties with the wizards, the sign outside their bank was a way to invite challenge rather than an actual warning.

Harry shook his thoughts away from the exasperatingly absurdity of Goblins. He'd had a shift today which had made him unavailable to work with the warding team personally. So, he had resorted to allowing his old friend to use the family's Orb to cast the Black wards on his new home. Placing the Orb and wardbook in the safe and allowing the floorboard to lock seamlessly back into place, he took a moment to just let his magic align with the new wards, feeling their power and the security, safety, and surveillance they offered. With living in the mundane world, he technically didn't have much use for wards with a wartime standing, but he was a paranoid bastard and as life had taught him repeatedly, shit happened.

Getting up off the floor of his well stocked library, something which made him smirk and think of the often envious and lamenting Hermione, he called out to Winky. Weary as he was from the day's events he asked his mothering yet lovable elf to take care of dinner tonight before he made his way up the stairs for a well deserved hot shower or, better yet, a bath. Yeah, that sounds really good.

It was nine at night, and he'd just pulled a thirty-hour shift. He might have been later to come home if he'd decided to see to an AMA patient of Mer's, Viper, who had come back and collapsed due to blood loss from internal bleeding. He'd been too exhausted, though, and had instead assigned Dr. Ashley Davidson, one of his Trauma attendings and second-in-command, to oversee the patient. Last Harry had heard, Bailey and Mer would be assisting.

Harry made his way through his bedroom into the master bath to turn the faucet for the tub thinking of Mer and the trouble she'd gotten herself into this time. He really hoped she saw Bailey's reprimand for what it was, an eye opener, and used it to rise above her mistakes.

He had seen her potential from the beginning no matter the vitriol Ellis had brandished at the girl. He had realized time and time again how brilliant, kind-hearted, and hardworking Mer was. No matter what medical knowledge or obscure procedure Harry had thrown at her during her college years, she'd shown her natural inclination to the field by absorbing every bit of it.

Mer might not present herself as openly ruthless as Cristina Yang but he knew her too well to doubt her level of passion and ambition to succeed as a surgeon and he would hate to see the girl he'd enfolded into his life as a little sister and watched grow up in front of him, fall off her chosen path.

The tired wizard submerged his body into the toasty warm water of the tub, and just allowed it's buoyancy to bear the weight of his fatigue, wash away his troubles, and give his mind free reign to roam where it wanted.

It randomly struck him, for the thousandth time, that even something as simple as relaxing in a bathtub like this had taken him years to feel comfortable with. To not feel wrong or awkward at wanting to indulge every once in a while. Even though several Weasleys had become part of his chosen family, it had been Andromeda and his godson who had done the bulk of work in getting him truly acquainted with real living for the first time in his life.

He'd never realized how residing with the Dursleys and never having someone who genuinely cared for his basic needs like a parent, had taken its toll. Once he'd come under Andy's attention however, he'd started to learn how to keep himself groomed, how to pick clothes, how to feel confident in himself, and how to own up to his hard-earned talents. She'd slowly showed him it was okay to not feel guilty at wanting more from life than to merely survive and get by. Even he had to admit, before them he and his life had been pathetically sad.

After his general disconnect from the world and his uncertainty about his place in it became apparent to her, Andy had encouraged him to study his families' histories in hopes it would help him find some connections. Getting to know his Potter and Black, from Sirius' adoption, roots had finally settled something in him. It had finally given him a way to connect to this world. Learning about his ancestors' deeds had, for the first time in his life, made him feel pride and honor for his family names.

Potter and Black, Black and Potter. So much history, so many accomplishments, so much impact on both the wizarding and mundane worlds, so much heritage. It had inspired him, made him want to continue their legacies, to make such a significant difference that it left a mark in both worlds. It gave him a purpose when he had been so adrift.

He could never thank Andy enough for pushing him, and to his continued wonderment, his deeds after the war had brought him more significant success and satisfaction than defeating Voldemort had. He felt proud in the knowledge that his image as the Boy-Who-Lived had been overshadowed by his accomplishments in medicine. It had taken a grueling amount of effort, endless nights of sleep deprivation, and endless days with stress headaches, but he'd worked past being a mere tool of war, to become a healer.

Feeling the water starting to cool, he stepped out of the tub and had just finished put on some lounging clothes when Winky popped in by his bedroom door.

"Little Master."

Oh for Merlin's sake! Just because I haven't found anyone to settle down with and have children! He didn't even have to look at her to see the passive-aggressive glint in her eyes.

"Miss Vicky is being in the floo."

He was surprised at the sudden call, but quickly nodded his head in acknowledgement and 'shadowed' to the living room fireplace and kneeled down on the cushioned rug, placed there just for this reason.

"Victoire, how's my Little Pixi?" he asked, feeling happy to see his eldest niece.

"I'm so glad you're home, and good thing mum and dad had your new floo address on the fridge!" Her frantic tone gave him cause to worry. "Can we come through please, Uncle Harry? Mum and Dad are out, and I agreed to babysit Fred, and he keeps crying, and I really don't want to ruin Uncle George and Aunt Anjie's date, and I don't know what to do," she said, sounding near tears.

Worried about little Fred, he reassured her and stepped aside to give her space to come through. His house was soon filled by the pitiful wailing coming from the two-year-old, curly red-haired toddler in the fourteen-year-old blonde Veela's arms. They were quickly followed by Victoire's eight-year-old, auburn-haired sister, Dominique. The girls looked perturbed, while the little guy tearfully reached out his small arms at seeing his Uncle Harry.

The older wizard paused momentarily as the debilitatingly painful rush of memories played across his mind at the sight of this boy. Despite the years of therapy which had gradually helped him move on after the war, Harry still couldn't help the initial heart-wrenching pang of loss and abandonment which struck him every time he saw either George, Angelina, or little Fred. Nonetheless, he had gotten better over the years at working through these moments to be almost indistinguishable to most people.

So, pushing away his personal issues on the matter, Harry reached out to lift his nephew from Victoire's hold, and brought him closer to settle on his chest. After all, this precious boy was completely innocent and Harry loved him regardless of how much he reminded the war hero of the future which could never be, and the family that could have been his if the final battle hadn't inadvertently taken both his soulmates from him.

He shook himself out of his depressing thoughts as Fred pulled at the neck of his t-shirt while his little legs tried to latch onto Harry's torso.

"Ee huwh, Uca Hawwy," little Fred sobbed, and Harry placed his palm on the boy's back to run a quick diagnostic spell, while he soothed the moaning toddler with whispered words.

"Hey, Little Kit. Do you wanna tell me where it hurts?" His nephew shook his head and just nuzzled his face in his uncle's shoulder.

Getting the results back and realizing what was wrong, he headed towards the kitchen as he spoke to the children, "Well, our Little Kit seems to be suffering from a tummy ache. Isn't that right, little man?"

Winky gasped at seeing the crying child and came over to hover around the group. "Oh, poor dear. Can Winky be's getting something for Little Ginger." The elf's moniker for Fred earned a little giggle from Dominique and Harry gave her a wink, making her giggles turn into muffled laughter as her older sister shook her head at their silliness.

Turning to Winky, he explained, "He just has some indigestion from overeating, could you please boil him some ginger and fennel water, and add a few drops of soothing potion?" Continuing to rub his palm against the boy's back who's sobbing had quieted down to hurt filled moans, Harry opened his free arm and pulled a smiling Victoire into his other side.

"I've missed you, Little One," he said with a content sigh, and gave her a kiss on her hair.

He'd never admit it out loud, but while he was whole-heartedly in love with his son and all his nieces and nephews, Teddy and Vic were his dearest. Most likely because they were his first experiences with something so fragile being in his care.

It was the worst-kept family secret that they'd both had Harry wrapped around their tiny little pinkies as babies, not that much had changed, and with the growing horde of children in the family, there were a lot more pinkies to be wrapped around. Truly pathetic, he knew, but why fight a good thing.

"I missed you a lot Uncle Harry, it's been really long," she whined with the dramatics of a teenager. He chuckled, and deadpanned that she'd seen him three months ago during Easter holidays.

"I know, but that was like forever."

Choosing to humor her, he refrained from commenting further on the topic and accepted her kiss on his cheek. "Well we're all glad to have you back for the summer," he said as he gave her one last squeeze before he moved on to pull his younger niece into a bear hug.

"And how's my tiny little Sweet Pea, hmm? How come you haven't visited me in months? Do you know how lonely and boring it's been?" He pulled away giving her a sad face, only to receive her tinkling giggle.

"You're being silly Uncle Harry, but I promise to visit more so you'll have someone to play with and won't get bored," she said with innocent sympathy, and there went his heart, falling in love all over again. He swore they were going to do him in one day with their cuteness. It was all very disgusting, really.

"That is very sweet of you, Miss Dominique," he said as he grabbed the sippy cup Winky offered and gave it to the little boy with careful instructions to drink slowly.

He turned back to the redhead when she asked, "Uncle Harry, um, why do I have to be a pea, I don't like peas?" Her nose scrunched in distaste.

Harry clutched his chest like she'd hurt him, and added a lip pout for effect, which had the older girl turned away to hide her quiet laughter.

"You don't want to be my Sweet Pea anymore?"

She took a moment to access if he was being serious before deciding he needed to be comforted. "Don't be sad Uncle Harry. I can still be your Sweet Pea," she said, graciously nodding her head enthusiastically to make him believe. Yup, works every time, he thought in satisfaction.

Not feeling so tired anymore and noticing Victoire's wandering eyes, he asked, "So who wants to see the house, get some dinner, and play board games?"

"Me!" they both yelled.

Life is good! First, though, he needed to text Bill and let him know about the kids' whereabouts.

CHAPTER END

5015 Words, Updated Apr. 18, 2020