Hi, i'm back with the next chapter of this story. Thanks to all of you that already left comments. For those that fear that I won't complete my stories, you can be assured that I will. This story is already completely written and I have finished Forging Destiny too.

Some stories I am still working on. From my Naruto stories I have one finished. So now that I have a computer and internet at home again you can expect more updates. I have some time to make up for.

Happy reading to all of you.

Memories

Harry stood in the basement of number four and had cleared an area for his practice. He also had materials to train his transfiguration. He knew he needed to get better. He had finally written down all spells he thought would be useful to him. He had then gone over the list and categorized them into three classes. First priority were spells that would help him survive on his own. Household spells, spells that transfigured things he could find everywhere like rocks into clothes, detection spells for wards, he hadn't even known those spells were in his Charms books, the obliviate charm, confundus charms and some more.

The second priority were spells that would help him along but weren't the survival category like cleaning spells, animation spells, cooking charms, as he still preferred to cook the muggle way, conjuration of things and glamour charms.

Last priority were all the other spells.

He also had taken his first year Potions book to see if he could find instructions on basic knowledge like Kreacher had told him all the pureblood children learned before even going to school. He found out that there was nothing in the book. And One thousand magical Herbs and Fungi wasn't a big help either. While the properties of the plants were accurately described there was nothing on how they reacted with other ingredients or how they should be prepared. Now he would have loved the Half-Blood Prince's book. While Snape was a total ass, he knew a lot about potions. If only the man had been a proper teacher, they all could have learned so much more than they did.

Surprisingly Kreacher was really good at selecting high quality ingredients and knew how they reacted with each other. It turned out that Regulus had been really good at Potions and had made Kreacher assist him from time to time and had him buy his ingredients regularly. Being the favourite son Regulus had always gotten the ingredients he wanted for polishing his brewing skills. Kreacher had also set up elf wards around the house to make sure nobody could track Harry down here. He was completely safe. And nobody would be able to notice any magic he did here.

Harry also found out that the Black family had property in other countries. They had a chateau in France where a very popular vine in pureblood circles was pressed. It was the only business the Black family directly managed. He wondered if it was still maintained. Then there was a holiday mansion in the most expensive part of wizarding Greece. It had been bought three hundred years ago by Castor Black from an opponent whom he had driven to bankruptcy. Harry thought it was only logical that the Black family had more houses spread over the country when he thought about the number of family members he had seen on the family tree. But in recent times there had been no other males born than Sirius and Regulus. With them now dead the name Black had ended. There only were two boys of Black descent left, them being him through his grandmother Dorea, Kreacher had been very happy to point it out and Draco through his mother Narcissa.

Perhaps Tonks' and Remus' child would be a boy. The thought of Remus made him sad. He really wished he could talk to the last marauder. See if he could forgive him his words, but he really thought a dad should be with his child. And if Remus saw sense it would be okay, right?

Harry looked over his notes on the horcruxes. He needed a way to destroy them. There was the sword of Gryffindor, embedded with basilisk venom; he didn't know where it was. Then there was the matter of something that destroyed all things totally, if only Hermione didn't have the books on horcruxes, he would know more now. He would have liked to look up other ways to destroy the things. By the way, why didn't she tell them if there were other ways? She had only pointed out basilisk venom was one way. They should all have known all the ways.

Well, as he couldn't help on that front now, the only source of basilisk venom he knew of lay miles under Hogwarts in the Chamber of Secrets and until he could sneak into Hogwarts he wouldn't be able to reach it. Perhaps during the Christmas holidays. The school would be empty and he would have more room to look for another horcrux there and get a basilisk fang to destroy the horcrux.

Thinking about Hogwarts, he would send Kreacher back there to support the students and spy on the Death Eaters. He wanted the students to have a possibility to get potions and food without the Carrows, the Death Eater teachers and Snape knowing about it. As Kreacher was his elf, he was outside of their authority and one house elf between hundreds wouldn't stand out. Perhaps Dobby and Winky could also help. They were free elves after all. Harry wanted to do something for the students. Especially for Ginny. He missed her so much. But she would be in danger if Voldemort found out her relationship with him.

Deciding that he needed more information, he sat down with Kreacher in the living room, Kreacher insisted on sitting on the floor, to get as much information the old elf had about Voldemort and important places in the wizarding world in general.

"Okay, Kreacher, I want you to think back to the time when Regulus was following the Dark Lord." Harry said, not wanting to frighten the elf saying Voldemort's name.

"I need as much as you can remember. I need to find places he thought important and places which would be general symbols of being a wizard." Harry said.

"Hm, Kreacher doesn't know much about the Dark Lord. Master Regulus didn't tell Kreacher much about his service to the Dark Lord. Just that the Dark Lord was very powerful; and very interested to have purebloods rule the country. But Kreacher knows important places for wizards.

"There is Hogwarts. Every wizard who wants to go far in life learns at Hogwarts. Then there is Ministry. Place of government and Wizengamot. Next is Gringotts. All pureblood children get a trust vault until they come of age or inherit family fortune. In either case the trust vault either becomes personal vault for earned gold or child gets access to family vault. Nowhere safer than Gringotts to keep treasure. Next are family manors. Blood is important in wizarding world. Betraying own family is great shame." Kreacher said.

Harry was writing down everything Kreacher told him. He now got hints where Voldemort could have hidden a horcrux. If he connected the things he knew about Voldemort with the knowledge he gained from Kreacher, perhaps he could find one.

"Thanks for the information, Kreacher. I think it will help me find something. As I'll soon continue looking for the things the Dark Lord has hidden, I want you to do something for me. You have told me that the students at Hogwarts are mistreated by the Carrows. I want you to return to the castle without telling anybody that you're my elf, except for Ginny Weasley who knows you already, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. They are my closest friends left there. They will be able to tell you where help is needed most.

"As I can't show myself at Hogwarts right now, I want to give them help this way. Ask Dobby if he would help you in my name. He always wants to help me, so I think he would do it. And together you can supply the students with potions, food and other things they need to survive the terror happening there. Now that I have a better understanding of the wizarding world and have money to get food and supplies easier, things will be better. I can hide in the muggle world easily while looking for the other horcruxes."

"Of course, Master Harry. Kreacher will do what Master asks. Master may call Kreacher when he needs him." Kreacher said.

"I will; thank you for all your help, Kreacher. I wouldn't have been able to plan properly without your information and wouldn't have gotten rid of the cold as fast without your care." Harry said smiling at the elf.

Kreacher look proud to have served his Master well. Then he popped away to Hogwarts.

Harry stood with a new bottomless backpack on his back in the backyard of number four. He had spent four weeks here revising his classes. He had a plan in mind now. He had decided that there was probably a horcrux at Gringotts. As Kreacher had pointed out it was a symbol of being a full wizard to have a vault there. And the older the family the better protected the vault was. Considering that Voldemort had trusted Lucius Malfoy with one of his horcruxes it wouldn't be that much of a stretch of imagination if he had given Bellatrix, his most devoted servant, another. One horcrux he was pretty sure was at Hogwarts. Hermione just didn't understand how Voldemort thought.

She had never been hated at her home. For her it was her home. For those who didn't have a proper home, the castle was their true home. Didn't McGonagall say it before their sorting in first year? 'Your house will be your family while you're here.' Didn't that classify as a home? It did for Harry for sure and he and Voldemort weren't that different in their childhood experiences. Both hated the place they grew up at.

Harry didn't know where the snake could be. Probably with Voldemort or out on a mission for him. Well, Harry would start with Bellatrix. Lestrange Manor would be the place where she would be. If the horcrux was in her vault, he needed her to get it. The plan was simple if not morally troublesome. He knew the goblins would never let him get near Bellatrix' vault. But she could go there without a problem. The only way to make her do it was by fooling or controlling her. Either he could pose as Voldemort, which he was sure she would look through immediately or put her under the imperius curse. With her having spent fourteen years at Azkaban she should be susceptible.

So Harry went to London by train, travelling and disguising himself the muggle way was a lot safer than doing things the wizarding way. He had bought make-up for covering up his scar, hair dye, he now had light brown hair, brown coloured contacts with his prescription, a lot safer as he now couldn't lose his glasses anymore and everybody looking for him would look for a black haired young man with green eyes and glasses. He could blend in a lot easier now.

Kreacher had also trained with him to make the impression of a young pureblood that was from a family abroad he knew of. There were some families living abroad that he could pretend to be descended from. Faking that he was just out of school was not that hard. Kreacher had found out at Diagon Alley, when he had bought potion ingredients and the bottomless backpack for Harry, that there had been put a taboo on Voldemort's name. Harry could have hugged the elf for giving him the warning. He had the habit of calling him by the name and that also explained how Hermione, Ron and him had been found in Tottenham Court Road at the beginning of their trip.

Thinking of the two still hurt, but Harry had also realized that he had held himself back by relying on and not wanting to upset Hermione. Or not showing up Ron with being that much better than him. Hermione hated not being the best, the trouble with Snape's old potions book was a clear indication. Now Harry had learned all the spells he thought he needed to know. He was sure he had all the things that were taught up until the end of sixth year down really well. He had also noticed that there were more spells in the books than they had learned at school. He had learned those spells too.

Now he really felt like he had properly prepared for this thing.

Harry went through the shopping centre content getting some fitting muggle clothes. He didn't want to spend all of his money thoughtlessly but he really wanted to have some things that would fit and make it easier for him to just blend in. After all, a young man with old, too big clothes would be remembered more than a young man with normal clothes. Something wizards never understood. Harry didn't want to think about the obvious mistakes he and the others had made with their planning. Voldemort didn't want to have much contact with the muggle world, he would organize raids there but he concentrated on the wizarding world.

When it was his turn the cashier scanned the tags for his four pairs of jeans in black and blue, five t-shirts in different colours, three sweaters, one pair of shoes and one pair of lined boots, five sets of underwear and socks each, a dark brown belt, a cap, a scarf and gloves in dark blue respectively and a warm coat. Harry gave the woman the requested money and put away his change. He went to an empty alley, cast a notice-me-not charm and packed all his new clothes away in the backpack. One set of clothes he put on immediately and then returned to the busy streets of London, making his way to Charring Cross Road to go through the Leaky Cauldron into Diagon Alley.

He had the intention to visit WWW to equip himself with all the nice, nasty things the twins came up with. He wanted to get one of their shield products in case he was caught off guard. And he would try to slip the twins a message for the others to let them know he was alright. He also needed to find out if Bellatrix was making regular visits to Diagon Alley. After all he needed to get her when she didn't expect it. The woman was one of the best fighters Voldemort had. He wouldn't be able to take her head on.

He would need to get a hooded black robe for disguising himself when he was in the wizarding world and stock up on a few books like the seventh year books from his booklist. He would continue with his self-study. He had come to like being that independent and if the wonder happened and he survived this war, he would be able to still take his NEWTs. And some of the spells were simply dead useful in his quest.

Harry slipped one of the robes Kreacher had gotten him from Grimmauld Place, green with silver fastenings, over his muggle clothes and entered the pub. He was pretending to be annoyed to have to go through muggle London on his way to Diagon Alley. He swiftly went to the backroom and opened the brick wall to the alley. He didn't like how all the shops looked. Business couldn't go well in a climate of fear after all. Beggars sat at the sides trying to get some money to get through the day. Harry did his best to ignore them. He made brief visits to Madam Malkin's and Flourish and Blotts and then went to WWW. The shop was as bright as ever.

He entered and saw that there weren't any other customers. It made sense. This time of the year the twins probably made most of their money with owl orders. He quickly went to some of the things he wanted to get. Some decoy detonators were top on his list, together with Peruvian instant darkness powder.

"Hello young man, looking for a way to prank your friends?" Fred said smiling behind the counter.

"Not really. I'm new here and some pen pals wrote to me about the shop and I wanted to have a look while I'm here. I'm visiting some relatives at the moment." Harry followed his cover story.

„I've heard you invented some cool shield hats. My mother's cousin, whose family I'm visiting at the moment, works at the Ministry and told me they had gotten some from here. With the current situation I'd like to have something to protect me better. His daughter also was telling you had put up a swamp on a floor at her school in your last year. She made that up, right?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Oh, young man, you're so doubtful about the things a true prankster can achieve. Yes, the thing with the swamp is true. We even have some of them in our assortment. They are called portable swamps, a great way to barricade narrow paths. As you're interested in protecting yourself, perhaps you'd be interested in that line of products we offer. We have decoy detonators; they produce loud noise so you have a distraction to get away from tight spots. Or there are the shield clothes you mentioned. They are able to withstand minor curses. Don't try getting in the way of stronger spells and least of all unforgivables. They won't block them. Think of them like a strong protego charm cast by your clothes and you get their capability." George said grinning.

"Wow that is really ingenious. I want one of them for sure. I'll have a look around what else you have here. What kinds of clothes do you have for the shield products?"

"We have hats, cloaks and for the Hogwarts students we sold big with scarves in the house colours." He explained.

"Hm, I haven't been at Hogwarts, so I don't really have a house which colours I'd prefer, so what are the colour schemes for those? I don't like the typical wizard hats, so they are out." Harry went along with his made up persona.

And a scarf would be easy to hide without standing out for some months.

"Well, the colours are red and gold, green and silver, blue and bronze and black and yellow. Have a look; that will make it easier to decide."

Harry looked at the scarves. While it would be nice to have Gryffindor colours, it would be easier to get through certain places with Slytherin colours. And the colours didn't look bad with him. To hell he would take both.

"I'd like two pairs. One in green and silver and one in red and gold. I like them both and having a spare would probably be smart." Harry said and Fred took them both to the counter for him.

Harry looked around a bit more and put some more things he could use and some for cover on the counter.

"Thanks for doing business with Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes." Both twins said.

"I'll come again. Oh, I nearly forgot, I was told to give the owners of this shop a letter. Here, I don't know who the person who gave it to me was, but he gave me a galleon if I dropped it here. So here it is; bye." Harry said, handing Fred the letter and then leaving the shop.

The twins looked at the white envelope.

"What do you recon who could have sent it?" George asked.

Fred cast some detection spells on the letter Bill had taught the twins. Nothing showed up.

"There are no charms on it. So it isn't meant to harm us, let's open it and see what's inside." Fred said.

George nodded and tore the letter open. He began reading.

"Blimey, Fred, he is really good!" George said, showing the letter to his twin.

Now Fred was also reading.

Hello Gred and Forge,

As you're reading this just now, it means my test run of my disguise went perfectly. If even you don't recognize me, it will fool the Ministry and the Dark Annoyance as well.

I just wanted to give a life sign as I know many are worried about me. Please share this letter with those who need to know. I think you know who I'm talking about. I'm still working on the job I've got to do, even if I've lost my two companions due to an argument. Tell them I still don't understand their reasons for leaving me if you know where they are.

I have done some more research and am pretty sure I know where some of the things I need to find are. Hopefully the Dark Annoyance will soon lose his power. I'll do my best to make it possible. Perhaps I'll come by sometime again.

As I know that you can't just trust my word, when I gave you a certain sack of gold, I asked you how much canary cream you could get for it.

The letter was signed with a simple H

"He really is good, I didn't suspect a thing." George said.

"Oh yes, brother of mine. But we have to have a serious conversation with our dear brother and a certain girl." Fred added seriously.

„You're right. I can't believe they would do that to him."

Ron and Hermione hadn't had any success in finding Harry the past weeks. More importantly they had barely managed to escape arrest twice now. They had nearly met some Ministry officials one week ago who were tasked arresting a muggleborn wizard who had not turned up at the Ministry for the questioning. They had failed as the man had fled the country, but the treatment the family of said man received had opened their eyes to the danger Hermione was in.

They finally had gone to Bill and Fleur's to hide for some time. That had resulted in some arguments and them feeling even guiltier than before. But they really tried to find Harry again. But they just had no idea where he could have gone. They had searched in Godric's Hollow and found nothing. They had apparated to places where they had been before where Harry could have camped but nothing indicated he had been there. Harry had simply disappeared as it seemed. They needed to make a decision. Hermione couldn't just stay hidden at Shell Cottage or the Burrow.

The Ministry would sooner or later look there again and then they would endanger their family. And Ron couldn't turn up there either as the ruse of him being ill with spattergroit still worked. If anybody thought he had recovered, he would be forced to attend Hogwarts, not a prospect he wanted to entertain with the Death Eaters running the school. He was known as Harry Potter's best friend, they were bound to try and interrogate him under veritaserum as Hermione had pointed out.

Harry sat in a McDonald's eating a burger with some fries. He had overheard some nice information on Bellatrix in Knockturn Alley. It seemed she was usually taunting some of the more opposing shop keepers once a month. And it seemed like she did it always on the first of the month. She went around and caused fear while flaunting her pureblood status. It was the perfect opportunity for somebody to build a trap. Harry wondered why Bellatrix would behave like that if she had to know this too. Perhaps she thought nobody would dare to try and trap her. Well most people wouldn't.

As it was just the third of November Harry had a month to plan the whole thing. He decided to finally make the trip he had wanted to make for some time. He would visit his parents' graves at Godric's Hollow. He would apparate there as it was too long a distance to just travel the muggle way. He thought he wanted to have some flowers for the grave so when he spotted a flower shop he went inside and bought a bouquet.

He apparated just outside the village. Thankfully it hadn't snowed yet. It would have been hard to erase traitorous footprints starting nowhere. He went inside the village and looked around. It seemed like a nice place to live. When he reached the war monument he had to look twice. It had changed. It now showed his parents and him as a baby. Harry felt a longing inside him he hadn't felt this intensely before. How much did he crave having a family. He then noticed that it was rather late and visiting the graveyard during night time wouldn't be the best idea. It would be better if he delayed his visit until tomorrow. For now he would look if he could find his parents' house. He wanted to know where they had lived.

He went through the streets and finally found the house. It was rather easy to determine that this was the right place as the roof was missing in one part of the building. That had to be where the killing curse had rebounded. Harry went closer and came upon a memorial. He began reading the inscription on the plaque.

On this spot, on the night of 31 October 1981,
Lily and James Potter lost their lives.
Their only son, Harry, remains the only wizard
ever to have survived the Killing Curse.
This house, invisible to Muggles, has been left
in its ruined state as a monument to the Potters
and as a reminder of the violence
that tore apart their family.

Harry had tears in his eyes. This was making so much more real what had happened. The remarks others had left at the plaque also encouraged him. There were others hoping that Voldemort would be defeated. He thought he wanted to stay here at least for the night. Perhaps he could find anything useful in the house. He pushed the door handle of the gate down and was glad to see that he could enter the house. Inside the house he found that everything had been preserved. He suspected upstairs it would be different. There the weather had had access.

Harry left his backpack in the living room and slowly explored the house. At the ground floor he found the kitchen, a small bathroom, a storeroom and a guestroom. He then hesitantly went upstairs. It was clear from the visible destruction that his room had been on the right side of the house, so Harry first went to look through the rooms on the left. He found a study, a small room that had been used as a library and his parents' bedroom. In this room Harry spent the most time, taking in every little detail he could. The blankets were a dark purple and the pillows crème coloured. At the side was a big walk in closet. When he looked through it, he found several clothes of his parents.

They had a mixture of muggle clothes and wizarding robes. His father's old robes were nearly his size so he decided to take some of them with him. No need to waste money to get more robes if he had perfectly kept robes here. And it would spare him having to go shopping in the wizarding world for too long.

Finally he made his way over to the right side of the house. He found the bathroom where everything looked like the inhabitants of the house were just out grocery shopping. Even two toothbrushes stood side by side on a board over the sink. There were bottles of shampoo and aftershave on a shelf together with his mother's make-up. And there were some baby bathing toys like a rubber duck and a boat. Child's bath foam was also present.

The last room he entered was his nursery. He saw the destroyed crib first. Then he was hit with something he couldn't really put into words. It was like an imprint of the past. He felt like memories were forced onto him. Memories that didn't belong to him, but were trapped in this room where unimaginable evil had been attempted to be done. His breath felt constricted and he couldn't fight seeing the memories.

The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, in him that he always knew on these occasions ... Not anger ... that was for weaker souls than he ... but triumph, yes ... He had waited for this, he had hoped for it...

"Nice costume, mister!"

He saw the small boy's smile falter as he ran near enough to see beneath the hood of the cloak, saw the fear cloud his painted face: Then the child turned and ran away ... Beneath the robe he fingered the handle of his wand ... One simple movement and the child would never reach his mother ... but unnecessary, quite unnecessary... And along a new and darker street he moved, and now his destination was in sight at last, the Fidelius Charm broken, though they did not know it yet...

And he made less noise than the dead leaves slithering along the pavement as he drew level with the dark hedge, and steered over it... They had not drawn the curtains; he saw them quite clearly in their little sitting room, the tall black-haired man in his glasses, making puffs of coloured smoke erupt from his wand for the amusement of the small black-haired boy in his blue pyjamas. The child was laughing and trying to catch the smoke, to grab it in his small fist...A door opened and the mother entered, saying words he could not hear, her long dark-red hair falling over her face.

Now the father scooped up the son and handed him to the mother. He threw his wand down upon the sofa and stretched, yawning... The gate creaked a little as he pushed it open, but James Potter did not hear. His white hand pulled out the wand beneath his cloak and pointed it at the door, which burst open. He was over the threshold as James came sprinting into the hall. It was easy, too easy, he had not even picked up his wand...

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!"

Hold him off, without a wand in his hand! ... He laughed before casting the curse...

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light filled the cramped hallway, it lit the pram pushed against the wall, it made the banisters glow like lightning rods, and James Potter fell like a marionette whose strings were cut...

He could hear her screaming from the upper floor, trapped, but as long as she was sensible, she, at least, had nothing to fear...

He climbed the steps, listening with faint amusement to her attempts to barricade herself in ... she had no wand upon her either ... how stupid they were, and how trusting, thinking that their safety lay in friends, that weapons could be discarded even for moments... he forced the door open, cast aside the chair and boxes hastily piled against it with one lazy wave of his wand ... and there she stood, the child in her arms. At the sight of him, she dropped her son into the crib behind her and threw her arms wide, as if this would help, as if in shielding him from sight she hoped to be chosen instead...

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside, you silly girl... stand aside, now."

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead."

"This is my last warning."

"Not Harry! Please ... have mercy ... have mercy ... Not Harry! Not Harry! Please - I'll do anything..."

"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!"

He could have forced her away from the crib, but it seemed more prudent to finish them all...

The green light flashed around the room and she dropped like her husband. The child had not cried all this time. He could stand, clutching the bars of his crib, and he looked up into the intruder's face with a kind of bright interest, perhaps thinking that it was his father who hid beneath the cloak, making more pretty lights, and his mother would pop up any moment, laughing.

He pointed the wand very carefully into the boy's face: He wanted to see it happen, the destruction of this one, inexplicable danger. The child began to cry: It had seen that he was not James. He did not like it crying, he had never been able to stomach the small ones whining in the orphanage –

"Avada Kedavra!"

And then he broke. He was nothing, nothing but pain and terror, and he must hide himself, not here in the rubble of the ruined house, where the child was trapped screaming, but far away ... far away ...

And Harry knew. The moment the killing curse had rebounded on Voldemort had left an imprint of the event that had somehow latched upon him. Now he knew. He had seen through Voldemort's eyes how he had killed his parents.

Memories that even the dementors hadn't dug up in his third year came back, the voices of his father, mother and Voldemort. Of the times he had been happy here with them. How his mother sang him to sleep. How his father held him during a thunderstorm when he had been too afraid to sleep. He fell to the ground and began weeping; crying for the life that had been taken from him. He couldn't stay in this room. It was too painful. He finally managed to stand up again and closed the door behind him. He would sleep in the guest room downstairs. It was double the size of his room at Privet Drive.

Harry took some of the spare bedcovers and pillowcases from the cupboard downstairs and prepared the bed for the night. Some cleaning spells later and the room was ready to sleep in. When Harry lay down to sleep he felt the loneliness returning he had managed to ignore for the day. But he felt it at night. He wanted to have someone he could talk to, someone to bounce ideas off with, someone who would understand his problems. As much as he liked Ron and Hermione he knew they were the wrong people for this.

Hermione tended to think she always knew best. Ron just wanted to live a comfortable life. The only person he had ever felt really comfortable around to talk about his problems had been Ginny. She didn't pity him or tried to make him do things she thought would be best for him. With her being another victim of Voldemort, she knew sometimes you didn't want to talk and just have somebody with you. He took the marauder's map out and activated it. He longingly stared at the dot with her name, wishing she could be here with him. Finally he deactivated the map and tried to sleep.

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