Sirius Trouble
By: Bethany and Fleur
Rated: PG
Chapter 1 - The begining and the end
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The summer had gone from what Harry expected to far worse-and in an amazingly short amount of time. He sat now, not thinking of the recently revived Dark Lord, but of how he could contact his Godfather, Sirius Black. At the end of the last term, the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore, had instructed Harry to return to Privet Drive to stay with his aunt and uncle. Disappointed that he couldn't go straight to his best friend Ron's house, Harry had reluctantly done as he was told. But compared to how the Dursleys treated him now, even his life before looked rose filled and joyful. Last summer the Weasleys had picked Harry up for the Quidditch World Cup. Fred and George, Ron's older twin brothers, had brought some joke candy with them. Dudley, of course, found a piece of it and stuffed it into his mouth. To the Dursley's complete and utter horror (and Harry's amusement), his tongue began growing at an alarming rate. Harry had found out when he returned that the Dursleys were still sore over the matter. It seemed, for a while at least, that the threat of Harry contacting Sirius was enough to keep his uncle at bay. That is, until about a two weeks ago. Harry had been outside on the front porch when Dudley had come out. It was obvious he was mad at the lunch -or lack there of- Aunt Petunia had given him and was desperate to take it out on someone. That someone just happened to end up being Harry. The argument that Harry was trying to avoid was as inevitable as the sun rising and setting. Thus Aunt Petunia came rushing out of the house to protect her "Duddy" and Harry was instantly sent to his room. Harry couldn't say that he was surprised; this type of situation seemed to be the only type he could share with his cousin. He didn't mind, however. His room, small as it was, was full of his Hogwarts books, robes, wand and Firebolt. An exceptional accomplishment, as the Dursleys were more likely to burn these treasures than let Harry put them on display. It just so happened to be Harry's misfortune that not only did he live with Muggles (non-magic folk) but the worse kind; the kind that hated magic in any form. Which made Harry about as wanted in the Dursley's house as a bug in Aunt Petunia's spotless kitchen. Sighing, Harry closed the door and flopped down on the bed. Hedwig looked up at him, startled by his abrupt entrance, before ducking her head back under her wing. Unfortunately, things would only get worse from there on out. At five o'clock Uncle Vernon came home, and after hearing Dudley's rather tall tale of what happened (Harry thought he heard the word elephant drift up the stairs,) came up to Harry's room, his face red from rage and sweat dripping from his forehead. "So boy," he spat, accidentally bumping into Harry's trunk and jumping back like it had bit him. "Been threatening Dudley again? Telling him you'd use... use your..." He searched for the word while Harry wondered what part of 'Go away!' Dudley had confused for magic. "Disorder!" Uncle Vernon finally screamed. "No," Harry responded evenly. Uncle Vernon blanched, almost as if he had expected Harry to come out and admit it. "You!" he yelled, his large face swelling up even more, as it turned nearly purple. "No food for a week!" Harry hadn't heard a threat from Uncle Vernon in so long he had to take a minute to realize what was said. The idea was idiotic! Slowly Harry stood up, his fist clinched at his side. "Go ahead," he said. "And when I write Sirius and tell him, you'll think what happened to Dudley last summer was nothing!" Of course, Harry was bluffing to a point, he knew. The last time he had heard from Sirius, his Godfather was still helping Dumbledore round up witches and wizards to fight against the Dark Lord. Harry could see Uncle Vernon reconsidering the punishment. But what was said next completely took Harry by surprise. "No, no you won't," he repeated, convincing himself of something. It seemed the silence would never end as Uncle Vernon continued to nod to himself. He shook his finger, glancing nervously out the window. "You know, I don't believe you even have a Godfather. Yes," he mumbled, liking this idea very much. "Just something you made up." "You've gone mad!" Harry accused, but his uncle either didn't hear him or didn't care. Either way, this definitely was not good. Before Harry knew what was happening, Uncle Vernon grabbed his shoulders and dragged him downstairs, where he was promptly locked in the cupboard under the stairs. Through the rest of the night Harry heard Uncle Vernon up in his bedroom, hammering and throwing things. Only when he heard Hedwig screech did he begin banging on the door, demanding that he be let out. "If you hurt one feather on her, I'll curse this house!" he screamed. He knew he wouldn't, under age wizards weren't allowed to do magic away from Hogwarts, but it sounded good all the same. His words had no effect, though. For two days later he was still locked in the cupboard. Aunt Petunia had only let him out to go to the bathroom, Uncle Vernon standing guard to be sure he didn't try anything. It wasn't until the third day was he escorted out of the cupboard and back to his room. The first thing Harry noticed was that the window had been sealed with concrete; the second was that all of his Hogwarts possessions were gone, except Hedwig, who was locked in her cage. It seemed that while Uncle Vernon was able to handle contact with Harry's inanimate objects, an actual wizard's pet was another story completely. Uncle Vernon stood in the doorway now, looking quite satisfied at his work. "Well, where is your Godfather now?" He gave way to a smug grin, shutting the door without waiting for an answer. Harry stared around the room in dismay. There was no way to get a letter to Sirius now, even if he could get Hedwig out. His stomach growled, painfully reminding him that he had yet to eat today. That thought made him wonder when Hedwig had eaten last. With nothing else to do, Harry laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to figure a way out. It was still four weeks until school started again, so Professor Dumbledore noticing him missing wasn't an option for a while. He thought about Ron and Hermione, but how could they get him out if he couldn't communicate with them? Troubled thoughts like these ran through his mind until he finally drifted off to sleep. Ten long days had crept by with the same scene everyday, Aunt Petunia let him out twice a day, and gave him food through the air vent in the door. Dudley occasionally came by, saying something like: "Don't go anywhere now!" and nightly Uncle Vernon stopped by to ask Harry where his Godfather was, and then laugh loudly as he passed by. Harry had felt like the Dursley's had finally sank to an all time low, even for them. And if he ever did manage to get out, he was never coming back no matter what anyone -even Dumbledore- said. The clock on the small table beside Harry's bed read 9:07 p.m. when he first heard the disturbance downstairs. At first he thought Dudley was just throwing another fit over the diet Aunt Petunia had put him on, but it was soon clear that this wasn't the case. A shrill scream echoed up the steps and Harry could hear Uncle Vernon, his voice strangely high pitched, talking quickly. Curiously, Harry got on the floor, pressing his ear to the air vent in the door and listening. "You're... you're, oh, yes-Harry has mentioned you," Vernon was stuttering and Harry could almost see him wringing his hands before his giant stomach. "But, the boy, well-he's not here, no. Went to that friend of his, eh, John wasn't it?" "Harry is not at Ron's," a deep voice stated and Harry felt his heart jump into his throat. It was Sirius - he was here! Feeling happier than he thought he ever would again, Harry pressed his mouth against the small metal bars. "Sirius! I'm up here!" he yelled at the top of his voice. As if trying to help, Hedwig began hooting loudly from inside her cage. There was a deafening silence downstairs, and then what sounded like a herd of elephants trudging across the living room. Just seconds afterwards Harry heard someone come up the stairs and to his door. "Alohomora," Sirius said. The door swung open. Harry stood dumbstruck in the light spilling out from the hall, staring at his Godfather. He couldn't think of anything to say, but apparently he didn't need to. Sirius let out a breath he seemed to have been holding and smiled slightly. "Alright, Harry?" "I am now," Harry said, catching a glimpse of the Dursley's at the bottom of the stairs, looking livid. Sirius looked into the room Harry had spent the last ten days in and seemed to swell with rage. His eyes took on an icy glint, but when he spoke to Harry, his voice was warm and comforting. "Get your things, Harry, we're leaving." It was better than he dreamed it. Harry had just snatched up Hedwig's cage when something dawned on him. "Er-Sirius, I don't know where my stuff is. Uncle Vernon took it and..." But he stopped short. Sirius was no longer in the doorway. Harry, still carrying a rather happy Hedwig, followed his Godfather down to where he was ordering Vernon to tell him the whereabouts of Harry's belongings. Uncle Vernon wiped the sweat off his red forehead, still watching Sirius with a definite look of horror. Harry came down the steps, giving his uncle a look of satisfaction, much like the one Vernon had displayed a hundred times in the last two weeks. While Harry knew this act was a bit childish, he really couldn't find a good enough excuse not to do it. Not even daring to scowl while Sirius was so close, Uncle Vernon pointed to the basement door. Harry retrieved his trunk quickly and went to stand next to Sirius at the front door. As they started out Uncle Vernon suddenly found his voice again. "Where-where are you taking him?" "Don't worry about it," Sirius replied before Harry could do more than look back. "As his Godfather and guardian, I'll take care of him. You need not worry about seeing him again." Harry noted that Uncle Vernon looked rather relieved, but it didn't bother him any. He was finally leaving Privet Drive for good. Not looking back again, he kept in pace with Sirius until they reached the end of the street. There he let Hedwig out of her cage and, giving a grateful hoot, she soared up into the night sky. "So, where are we going?" Harry asked. "You are going to the Weasley's," Sirius answered quietly, sounding disappointed. "I still have some things that need to be taken care of." Of course, Harry thought as they started down the street again, Voldemort had regained power. Sirius would be too busy helping Dumbledore to look after him day and night. But when this was all over with, surely then he could have a home with his Godfather. Still, he was happy to be away from the Dursley's - and he loved staying at The Burrow, anyway. They walked one street over, Harry wondering idly how they would get to Ron's when suddenly Sirius started up the sidewalk of a house Harry recognized. It was Mrs. Figg's house, the woman that Uncle Vernon had always gotten to look after Harry while they went out. Puzzled, Harry followed Sirius without question. Sirius rang the doorbell and a few moments later an elderly woman came to the door and ushered them inside, casting a fugitive glance behind them towards the empty street. "Been waiting for half an hour," she barked at Sirius, closing four locks on the door and turning around. She seemed different, somehow, than Harry remembered her. It actually took him a moment to realize she was wearing robes. He blinked and stared - surely she wasn't... "Why are you staring at me like that, Harry Potter?" she asked, but she seemed more amused than angry. Harry stuttered, his mouth open but not seeming to work properly. Finally he managed a small voice. "You're a...umm..." "A witch, boy!" Mrs. Figg finished for him, smiling and showing her missing teeth. "Can't imagine 'ur Aunt and Uncle knowing that, seeings they let me watch you all the time. Strange muggles, they are," she muttered, going to the fireplace and getting down a large basin and taking the lid off. Harry continued to stare, wondering just how this night could grow any more peculiar. Sirius took a handful of powder from the basin and turned to Harry. "You know what Floo Powder is?" "Yeah, I used it at Ron's before," Harry said, though nearly through gritted teeth. He hadn't much cared for Floo Powder the few times he had used it, but he also knew he wasn't in the position to be picky about traveling. Sirius threw a handful of powder into the fire and instantly the flames turned emerald green. "Go on ahead of me, I need to talk to Arabella real quick." Harry walked into the fire with his trunk, but turned around at the last second. Sirius must have known what he was going to say, because he held up his hand. "Go on, I'll be right behind you." Harry nodded and walked into the flames. He took his glasses off, placed them securely in his pocket and closed his eyes. "The Burrow!" he shouted, instantly feeling a rush of air sweep past him as everything started turning rapidly. He tucked his elbows tight against his side and closed his eyes, praying it would be over soon. Just as his stomach gave a lurch like he would be sick, he slowed down until finally he stopped in the Weasley's fireplace. He had only taken one step out when suddenly something hard hit his chest and knocked him backwards. All he could see was a mass of frizzy brown hair pressed against him. "Harry! We've been worried sick!" Hermione gasped, pulling herself away and allowing him to get further in the room. Ron stood just behind her, making faces like one who was gagging. Hermione turned sharply but Ron stopped just as she turned. Harry felt his chest lighten considerably as he laughed. It felt so good to laugh. Almost instantly, however, Harry was pulled into another hug. Mrs. Weasley looked absolutely beside herself as she stood back and looked him over from head to toe and began clucking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Look at you! Just look at you! Don't imagine you've eaten a descent meal in a month! Ooh! I told Dumbledore to let you stay with us, but with all that's going on he - Well, I'll just make you something to eat," she mumbled, sounding somewhat like an angry chicken. "Gave us all a small scare there, Harry," Ron said as the three walked further in the living room. "Pig kept coming back with the letters I sent you, so that's when we contacted Sirius." "I don't think it would have taken much to convince Sirius to come get me, he didn't want me going back to the Dursley's this year no more than I wanted to," Harry explained, not feeling up to going into details about his summer just yet. Harry sat down on the sofa, Ron and Hermione sitting on either side. They could vaguely hear Mrs. Weasley still muttering to herself in the kitchen. Ron shook his head in a dejected sort of way. "That's Mum's way of handing stress; make everyone something to eat." "I'm not complaining," Harry said, exhaling deeply. "She's right about one thing, I haven't had a good meal since we left Hogwarts." He turned then, to Hermione, who looked a great deal calmer than when he had first arrived. If it hadn't been such an odd night, Harry might have tactfully brought up the subject of Hermione being at The Burrow. As it was, Harry took the more direct approach. "How come you're here?" Pushing her hair back from her face, Hermione gave a worried glance towards the door. "Well, Mr. Weasley thought it best I stayed with Ron for the summer, since my Mum and Dad are Muggles. With all that's going on..." "What is going on?" Harry nearly whispered, feeling his stomach give another lurch. "Obviously having the Daily Prophet delievered was forbidden at the Dursley's." "As far as we know, nothing. The Daily Prophet's been quiet so far..." Hermione began, but stopped suddenly as the fire roared up, green flames dancing higher and higher until suddenly a figure stepped slowly out. Sirius bent his head down to keep from hitting it on the mantel as he stepped further in, brushing soot off his tattered robes. He looked up at the three sitting on the couch, giving them a tired smile. "Well, that went as well as expected, eh Harry?" he said, looking around the living room uneasily. Harry nodded, but didn't go into any details. He was much more interested in returning to the topic he, Hermione, and Ron had been discussing earlier. However, before Harry could gain the information he so desired, the group was interrupted by the sound of footsteps -very loud footsteps- coming down the stairs. "And don't forget about the Nose-Nippers, we have to finish testing them!" a voice was saying. "Uh oh." Hermione was wearing a wry grin. "Sirius' fan club is coming. Should we hide any breakables?" Sirius just looked confused. While he would gladly admit that he was devastatingly handsome, he'd never known that he had a fan club. Harry sensed his godfather's confusion, but did not bother to enlighten him. "I'd like you to meet my brothers, Fred and George. They may want autographs, so I'd have a quill ready," Ron said, a grin not unlike his brothers' playing on his face. It wasn't until the twins were standing at the foot of the stairs that they detected the presence of the two new visitors. The second Fred noticed them he came to a dead halt. Sadly, this caused George to collide into his brother, sending them both sprawling to the ground. Harry laughed at the sight, realizing just how much he'd missed the Weasley family. When both boys had untangled themselves, and were standing once more, all they could do was gape. Finally, Fred spoke. "You-you're a convict." "And knew the marauders!" George exclaimed. Harry shot Ron a look, clearly wondering how the twins had found out this half-truth. George took a step closer. "Do you think... perhaps we could talk to you." "Away from our Mum," Fred whispered conspiringly. Harry gulped. The twins had gotten an odd glint in their eye that was nothing but sinister. Sirius chuckled at the pair. "And you two must be Fred and George. Nice to finally meet the pair that got my map back to Harry." If possible, Fred and George grew even more astounded. "You mean to say-" "That you were a marauder?" Sirius nodded, a smug grin stretched across his face. "Padfoot, at your service." "Bloody hell," were the only words breathed between the twins. And while it wasn't exactly their best exclamations to date - it did seem to fit the situation. Fred and George were now smiling fiendishly. "Mr. Black-" the addressed party suddenly cut off George. "Please, call me Sirius." Fred and George were suffering from euphoria. "Sirius," George started again. "My brother and I are opening a prank shop, we're calling it Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, or 3W for short-" This time, they weren't cut off for as nice a reason as was Sirius'. "Oh no you don't!" Molly Weasley had just stormed into the room, spatula in hand. "I don't want you bothering Mr. Black with any of your joke shop ideas! Really, you should try to get jobs like your brother Percy!" Every Weasley, excluding Molly, in the room gave way to groans. "Mum, while we know that you love Percy more than us," Fred pretended to be deeply hurt, "we thought you knew us better than that." "Yes, Fred and I just aren't cut out for the life of a Bighead Boy." Molly glared, not finding the humor in the nickname bestowed upon Percy Weasley long ago. "Er-I mean, my wonderful brother," George corrected quickly. Molly contemplated, and after a tense second, softened under Fred and George's now puppy-like eyes. "Yes, I don't think you two could handle an enclosed office space. Perhaps it's better you don't work for the Ministry anyway, what with all the recent tragedies." "Speaking of which," Harry interrupted, feeling the ernest (well, humorous, anyways) exchange between Molly Weasley and her sons was over with. "What's going on?" Molly shook her head, swatting the air with the spatula like it was a flyswatter. "Come on, talk over some food. Both of you look nearly starved to death," she commented, her eyes boring into Harry and his Godfather. "Come on now, get in here and eat while it's hot." Harry shrugged, not about to decline a good meal. He and Sirius got up, following Hermione and the Weasley boys into the kitchen. They gathered around the table as Mrs. Weasley began placing full bowls of food on the table before them. Harry and Sirius both began filling their plates as Hermione finished the conversation Sirius had interrupted not too long before. "The Daily Prophet hasn't even said anything about You-Know-Who. I doubt they even known that he has risen again." "They know," Sirius said. "They just don't want to believe it. Fudge went crazy after leaving Hogwarts last year, only half accepting what Dumbledore told him. He started some ruckus at the Ministry, but thankfully Arthur and I got to some of the people who would believe us before it all blew up." He heaved a great sigh, putting his fork down. "I can't believe some of the stuff that people are saying. They are just so blinded by..." He stopped, noticing for the first time that every person in the room was hanging on his every word. "Well, you don't need to worry about it. Just do your school work, and stay out of trouble," he said, his eyes on Harry, Ron and Hermione. "Leave the rest up to grown Witches and Wizards." The trio addressed fought back the urge to say something along the lines of the pot calling the kettle black. Harry wanted to argue, to say that he was plenty old enough to hear what was going on with Voldemort, especially since he had been there the night he had been resurrected. Yet something about the look on Sirius' face said he wasn't going to get much further with his Godfather tonight. "I agree," Molly said, giving her wand a wave and sending Sirius and Harry's dirty dishes flying into the sink as a bowl of dessert passed by to land in the middle of the table. "Besides, you have your O.W.L.s this year, don't forget. And with the disappointment from Fred and George, I'll be expecting better from you, Ron." O.W.L.s - or Ordinary Wizarding Levels - was something Harry had been dreading for the better part of the summer. The test was mandatory for all fifth year students, and was bound to be a nightmare. Some of his classes he had no problems in, but others -particularly Potions- he had no idea how he had passed so far, let alone manage to pass this year. Trying not to think about it, he dug into his pudding. "Well at least I can practice Quidditch," he said, noting that Sirius' head jerked up like he was about to say something. Thankfully he didn't, Harry wasn't sure he could endure not being able to ride his Firebolt. The conversation dwindled down from there until Harry and Sirius were done with their dessert (This took longer than expected since Harry couldn't fight off the urge to have a second helping.) Fred and George were still in the room, staring at Sirius with identical awestruck expressions, probably still finding it hard to believe their luck. Suddenly, there were several crashes outside, followed by a tiny giggling voice, proceeded by hissing and another crash, causing the occupants of the room to turn towards the door. Harry went to reach for his wand, terrified that they were being attacked, but relaxed when he looked over at his friend. Hermione shook her head, grinning. "Crookshanks still hasn't caught a gnome. Though goodness knows it's not for lack of effort." "Has a liking for them, does he?" Sirius chuckled. Harry watched with a small smile of contentment. It wasn't often he got to see his Godfather relaxed, he wished the times weren't so few and far between. It was times like these when he was reminded so much of the man standing beside his parents in the photo album he had. Sirius stood suddenly, Harry looking up at him in surprise. "Well, I need to be heading out." "Already?" Harry asked, disappointment dripping from his voice. It seemed he never got to spend as much time with Sirius as he would like to; never got to say all he wanted. It seemed the only time he got to do anything with his Godfather was when some type of dastardly evil (the Dursleys included) was at hand. Sirius nodded, his eyes once more darkened, the laughter no longer lingering in their depths. "Still have things to get done. But you'll see me soon enough, I'll be hanging around Hogwarts a lot this year. I imagine Voldemort may try to show up there." Ron gave a shiver at the sound of the name and Hermione's eyes grew large. "Don't worry too much about it, though. Dumbledore is there, remember? Voldemort hasn't stood up to him yet, and I don't think he has the guts even now." Everybody contemplated, hoping Sirius' words were true. "I'll walk you out," Harry said softly, pushing himself back from the table to stand. Ron started to stand also, but Hermione grabbed his arm, effectively pulling him back down to his seat and giving him a stern look. Sirius and Harry walked out to the back gate, watching Crookshanks run across the lawn, hissing and spitting as a gnome giggled gleefully just a foot a head of him. Sirius' dark eyes turned to Harry as he finally spoke. "Keep out of trouble while I'm away, alright? Stay close to Ron and Hermione, and even Fred and George. Don't wander off alone and always let Mrs. Weasley know where you are." Harry nodded silently, not quite trusting himself to speak just yet. Another long moment passed between the two, ended by Sirius sighing deeply. "If you need anything send Hedwig, she'll find me." "Okay," Harry mumbled, staring off into the night. His eyes traveled back to his godfather as a horrible thought ran through his mind. What if this was the last time he ever saw him? He didn't think he could stand to lose Sirius like he had his parents. Though he had never truly known Lily or James Potter, Harry missed the idea of them. Sirius had taken over as his parent figure as of late, just by his obvious affection for his godson. He defiantly beat out the Dursleys in that department. Instantly a shiver shot up Harry's spine. "Be careful, Sirius," Harry told him, trying with all his might to keep his voice steady. Sirius nodded and turned to walk away, but stopped as if changing his mind. Harry didn't even think about what he was doing, he just suddenly shot forward and hugged Sirius. The older man seemed taken aback for a moment before returning the gesture. Both seemed reluctant to part, savoring the moment as it continued on. As they backed away from each other, Sirius had a smile on his face that made him seem ten years younger. "See you in a couple of weeks, Harry," Sirius said and with a small swooshing sound turned into a giant black dog. Wagging his tail once, he turned and started running off into the woods, disappearing into the empty beyond. "I'll take that as a promise, Sirius," Harry whispered, not caring that his Godfather had not heard him. With a heavy heart, Harry turned to go back inside the house to join Ron and Hermione. As he pulled the back screen door open Fred and George popped out of nowhere, both their eyes scanning the darkness behind Harry. "Is he gone?" Fred asked, looking as disheartened as Harry felt. Harry nodded, walking past the twins and into the living room where Hermione and Ron were waiting for him, now joined by a younger red head. To this day Ginny Weasley had naught but to see Harry before her face turned as red as her hair; it seemed today would be no exception. She had managed to stop dropping things and had somehow found her voice, though. "Hi Harry," she said, her eyes growing like she was afraid of how her voice sounded. Harry smiled slightly, so slightly he wasn't even sure his lips had moved at all, and plopped down next to Ron. The room grew into an uneasy silence, no one knowing what to say or what to do. Hermione, despite herself, yawned, her eyes burning. Throwing a sympathetic look towards Harry, she stood up. "Harry, I'm afraid we're going to have to catch up in the morning." She yawned again. "I'm off to bed," she said softly. Ginny stood up quickly, also giving one last longing glance towards the two wizards on the sofa before following. "Good night," said Ginny, pushing a piece of red hair out of her face as she turned to go up the steps to her room. Neither Harry nor Ron took much notice of their absence. Both just sat, in an understanding silence, staring at the dancing flames of the fire. It wasn't until Mrs. Weasley called for everyone to get in bed that the two got up and went to bed. As Harry laid on a make shift cot, listening to the ghoul in the attic clank on pipes, he tried not to think about where Sirius was at the moment. It was hard not to think of Voldemort at full power, of Sirius being out there in the mist of another impending war - to think of anything that had happened or eventually would happen. For Harry had known, deep inside him, that this day would come. He had been dreading it since the moment he learned the truth of how his parents had died; exactly four years ago today. --End Chapter 1. And there you have it, chapter one. Dang, but it took a long time for Fleur and I to get our acts together and get this done :) It will probably take a while for us to get chapter two out, so just content yourselves to review this chapter while you wait ^_~ You never know, it may help us get the next one done faster. Of course, it helps to know that someone is reading, and perhaps even (*gasp*) like it! 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