Pairing/s: no one for know, but when it appear I immediately will post it

Warnings in this chapter: Time-travel fic, swear-language, birthday, lemon, rape

Ner words in this chapter: 5.646

"Talking"

'Thinking'

-Parseltongue-

Dream / Memory / Parchment / Book / Letter

Chapter VI

–'The Reason Why I Hate Halloween'–

Harry woke with a body against his, embracing him. Detaching himself of Tom, he got up, dressed and went to the great hall. The sun had just risen which limited the amount of people in the Great Hall. After a great cup of coffee, Harry went to the library where he spent the rest of the day. Professor Binns (still alive) had passed by him during the morning and had given him the contents of what would have to study for the exam, after which the librarian had given him all the books on the subject.

'Where's Hermione when you need her?'

Studying has never been one of the best qualities of Harry but nevertheless, he tried anyway.

Tom showed up after lunch with a sandwich that got there ahead of Harry and started doing his homework, occasionally stopping and staring at the ceiling, trying to remember. Harry does not pay him much attention continuing to study history.

'Am I going crazy? Harry Bloody Potter studying with the future Lord Voldemort? Someone wake me up because I can't believe what the hell is going on.'

By mid-afternoon Harry began to feel dizzy and stops, staring out the window trying to clarify the ideas a little.

"Eat!" Harry looked at Tom, who, thought he continued to write on parchment, the other hand returned to get the sandwich and extended this to Harry. "You haven't eaten anything today. Eat!"

Harry looked at the sandwich for a moment, eventually picked it up taking a bite. "Thank you."

Tom glanced up and looked at Harry, one eyebrow arched and then earned a smile in the corner of his mouth that made Harry remember the diary' Tom.

"Are you becoming soft?"

Rolling his eyes, Harry came back to the history book. But Tom's eyes do not leave him which prevent him from continuing to study.

"Do you want something, Riddle?" asked meaninglessly.

"Yes."

"What?"

"Why do you hate me so much? Because I'm muggleborn? Is it because…" Harry petrifies, dropping the sandwich on the table.

–FD–

Tom broke off on seeing the reaction. It was the first reaction of Zé, a real reaction that wasn't false.

"What did you say?" Zé said through gritted teeth, his hands closed tightly.

Tom looked at his hands and immediately knew he had said something wrong. Zé was getting desires to kill him… again.

"Forget." Tom tried to go back to homework.

–My best friend is muggleborn.–

Tom looked at Zé with his mouth open, the older got up and left, leaving the youngest to stifle laughter with his hand.

–FD–

That night Harry prohibited Tom to sleep in his bed which resulted in a night of nightmares.

Sirius falling within the veil.

Bellatrix laughing.

His mother screaming for him on the day of her death.

The light of the Avada Kedavra spell when Voldemort had him hit as a baby.

A man with two heads.

A Basilisk attacking him.

Dementors.

Voldemort rising from the cauldron resurrected.

And…

When Harry woke up in the morning was breathing quickly, sweating and with tears. During the breakfast Harry avoided Tom who didn't take his eyes off him.

The last part of the nightmare didn't get out of Harry's mind: a snake face Voldemort looked at Harry, laughing and said: "You're mine. Kill me Zé… Kill me and become a monster, or let me live and become the monster that you don't want me to be… But don't forget… you're mine! You're a part of me, even with my death I will live in you…"

'What did he meant by that? Is it because of the prophecy? What does the prophecy say?'

The Room of Requirement continued exactly as Harry remembered it, such as the shortcuts to it. Entering Harry took the envelope that had received, staying a look at this in silence.

"It's just a letter, what is the worst that could happen?" Harry laughed of himself. "Yeah… right. As if you don't remember the fourth year when Hermione got those letters from the fans…" looking again at the letter Harry sighed and opened it.

"Damn…" a poke in the navel and the minute next all goes black.

–FD–

"Él viene… Él viene… Todo el mundo listo!"(1) one man shouted to his companions at his side.

A teenage girl at his side, of thirteen years old, was hopping from one foot to another, beating her hands, delighted. People around her were also hysterical, waiting for the arrival of a emerald eyed teenager. To the delight of all the teen suddenly appeared beside the man, falling into his lap, as he had anticipated. The teenager was just like they remembered it, except that was better clothed.

"Déjame verlo!"(2) Asked the teenage girl who tried to pull the man down to see the teenager at her side. The man smiled and bent down letting her see him. To which she caressed, taking his hair from the front face "Él creció!"

"Sí, él creció."(3)

–FD–

"José! José" Harry woke up and looked at the Mexican at his side. "You wake up. Que bueno(4). Come on, I have to take you back, it's time you return to your school. You need to eat something before you go, you will not have time to eat when you get there."

Harry merely nodded and stood up grabbing his clothes that he had brought the previous day and got dressed, leaving soon after with his briefcase in tow. The man looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Look at you, Chico(5). Yesterday when you came, thou didst nearly an attack. E ahora…"(6)

"Sí, sí… I know."

The middle-aged man took Harry to a kitchen where he prepared the breakfast for the younger. Harry drank the cup in silence and finally looked at the man there before him. When he had arrived scared and fled. Yet this man, called José, was able to calm him and offered him two potions. Harry obviously not accepted the potions gladly (until the man drank first), it seems one of the potions did Harry learn Spanish and the other to dance. José was a Mexican who lived in a magical village and had known the Harry's supposed parents and also the supposed godfather, he was also a seer, therefore he envisioned the death of the true Alphard but that would come one to replace him. Harry doesn't well understand all the ins and outs of this man, but he knew he could trust him and he was like a uncle to him. Maria, the daughter of José, had spent the day dancing and playing with Harry, she had the same age as Harry but didn't speak a word of English to which Harry was grateful to have drunk the potion of Spanish. Harry knew that the potion shouldn't be legal, Harry also suspected that he didn't want to know what had been drinking, because he suspected it was the blood of the deceased true Alphard.

"How do i come back, José?"

"Traslador(7), of course."

Harry put his cup on the table and stood up. "So I'd better go. I can't be late to classes."

Joseph nodded and left turn away, Harry follows him. "You still have the letter with you, Chico?"

"Sí."

"Bien, muy bien.(8) Get it out!" José took him to a clearing where he stopped to look at Harry. Harry picked up the envelope and pulled out the parchment inside. The parchment had been blank.

Fortunately José had been better information to Harry about his alleged family than old-Harry. Perhaps because old-Harry knew this would happen. Harry sighs. Now he had photos, names and knew all he had to know about his past.

Harry smirked when he saw Regulus he had a good 'memory' to tell him.

"When we'll return to see?"

"Christmas… I will talk with Regulus to you come visit me. But don't worry, I'll send you letters every day." Harry nodded and looked at the parchment ready to go. "Zé." Harry looked back at José. "When you need help open the mind to Tom, you'll need him, Chico."

"¿Qué?"(9) and then pull the navel was felt and Harry appeared in the room needs. Harry snorted. "Okay, I'll have to find out for myself then."

–FD–

To put it simple, jump from year to year was not a simple task.

Harry began with two hours of potions, with his cousin Dorea, the Slytherins of the 5th year and the Gryffindors. Leaped for an hour of Herbology, with the cousins Walburga and Lucretia and the other Slytherins in his year and the Hufflepuffs. Following a lunch break, soon to enter into Ancient Runes, with Abraxas Malfoy and the Ravenclaw, for two hours. As if the day wasn't already enough tiring, then went into the Transfiguration, with the sixth year Gryffindors for three hours. And finally, Arithmancy followed by two hours, with the third year and the Ravenclaw.

Harry had never felt so tired in his life.

Besides not having the same colleagues in all classes still had difficulties different from discipline to discipline, one was to start, had other OWLs at the end of the year. And still had to go to dinner and do homework that day.

'Fuck I need to get out. Now.'

Harry got up and left the Great Hall, on his luck, no one followed him. No one had asked where he was, which Harry felt grateful for. Going for his dormitory took his broomstick, Nimbus 1500, and went to the Quidditch field.

So he sat on the broom and let himself off the floor Harry sighed in relief. All the stress has just disappeared. He was free. Fortunately, because Harry felt ready to curse the first who had spoken to him.

Flying around the field for a few minutes began to become monotonous so he began to take turns and flips. The broom was not as good as the one he had in the future, but Harry did not care. It was a broom and he was flying. Nothing else mattered.

Finally Harry sets foot on the ground coming out of the broom. And then he hears someone is applauding. Picking up the wand and pointing immediately to the person who had been cheering, he falls to the ground groaning. Approaching Harry realizes that it was the perfect of Slytherin; Ignatius Prewett. Stopping the spell, Harry reached out and helped him up.

"Don't do that again."

Prewett limited to nod if he realized what Harry meant, Harry didn't know.

"Le… let's go ba… back?"

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle that gave Prewett. This looks at the liquid and then taking the lid drank the contents.

"Thank you. Come on, is getting dark. Professor Slughorn sent me to look for you. You do not drink yesterday your potion, he did not want the same thing happen today."

Harry nodded but said nothing.

"White…?"

Harry looked up at Prewett, as they passed through the main door.

"Stressed because of the amount of classes on the timeline?"

Harry stared at the broom for a moment and then looked up and waved.

"So let's do like this; you'll sit down with me and my colleagues while we do the homework and any questions we help you. What do you think?"

"Thanks, it seems well to me. And…" Harry blushed looking at the other side. "Sorry… for the accident…"

"Acci…"

–FD–

"Acci…" Ignatius looked at White trying to understand what was happening, seeing a light pink color on the cheeks of the younger finally realized. Unable to contain the mischievous smirk to see the other embarrassed said "You owe me one."

White lost immediately the color of the face and looked at Ignatius. "You don't say anything and I'll get you a date with my cousin."

'Wow, the kid has grip. No wonder all the Slytherin walk after him like lambs.'

Raising an eyebrow, Ignatius decides to pass himself up for silly. "Sorry? Why should I want you get me a date with Dorea Black?"

"It's not Dorea… and it's not a date." Ignatius stopped. The boy couldn't be serious. Of all the times that his family tried to talk to the Black all the time the answer was negative for a nup. How could this guy offer him something like this just for him not tell anyone that the boy had use in him an unforgivable?

"Explain yourself."

"Well… Walburga is betrothed to my cousin Orion, so may not be her that you want. But Lucretia… I saw how you look at her. If you want so, I can convince grandfather Sirius that thou mayest courting her for three years. If I'm not mistaken this is the time that you are entitled to court her and at the end when you go ask for her hand to her father if she has spoken well of you, you will have the opportunity to be her groom."

Ignatius couldn't believe what he was hearing. White stopped in the hall and looked over his shoulder and smirked.

"You don't try to trip me, Prewett. I know you better than you let it show" and with that he disappeared.

–FD–

Halloween.

'The day of the death of my parents. The worst day of my life. Every year since I was born this day always something went wrong. Dudley and his friends practicing Harry-hunt, the troll in first year, the basilisk in the second…' Harry knew he could continue to count the years, but they would all take for an accident on Halloween. After all he had a reason to hate this holiday.

Standing up, Harry took a shower and getting dressed, went to the common room, when get there Tom was already there waiting for him. As always.

"Good morning Zé."

"Riddle."

CRAQUE!

Harry looked at the elf immediately and was amazed to see Jean. Approaching her, he put a knee on the floor before her, for him to be her height.

"Hi Jean."

"Hi master Alphard. Master Regulus sent Jean visit and tell master Alphard that Jean prepare breakfast for master Alphard."

Harry continues to smile at the elf, restraining himself from rolling his eyes, he didn't want her to punish herself because of him "How much?"

And then Jean did something that Harry did not think possible in a house-elf, she blushed. "Master Regulus said to be such an amount that would serve a battalion."

Harry sighs and points to the boy, from seventh year, that was leaving the common room. "Don't leave." All who were in the common room looked at him (which weren't few). "Breakfast on me. Anyone bring up the tables and chairs. Tom, go call Professor Slughorn, as long as a Professor is with us, we are allowed to eat in the common room."

Soon everyone hurries to obey what he commanded. Jean disappearing to have breakfast ready to bring.

Dorea approached. "What's going on, Alphard?"

"Jean decided to abuse with the meal, Regulus sent her to me."

"Oh… she was always an excellent cook. But why did he sent her to you? You rarely eats breakfast."

Harry stirs uncomfortable but does not respond. Finally Tom shows up with Professor Slughorn. Already all the common room was filled with the Slytherin (said to be free food and all jump out of bed).

"Alphard, my boy, may I ask the reason this is happening?"

"Of course professor. My sweetheart elf decided to be a darling today and made breakfast in quantity, my mentor, of course, would never be able to cope with the food alone, so he sent her to me. But only, of course, if our favorite Professor give us his license and if he want, breakfast with us."

Professor' chest seemed to increase when Harry said the compliment. "Oh but of course I accept a proposal like this, Alphard. After all it is not every day that we celebrates Halloween."

Harry choked but did not comment.

Everyone sat at the table and Jean appeared alongside Harry snapping her fingers and the huge table filled with food. Everyone looked immediately at her and then to the food. Regulus wasn't joking when he said she had made too much food. Harry served with pancakes and a cup of coffee and notices that Jean was still at his side hopping from one foot to another as if considering something. Turning to her, he smiled at her and waited for her to speak.

"Master Alphard, Jean can… master know… with this day and…"

Harry smiled and embraced the elf. "Thanks, you're the first." After he let go of the elf, she seemed to have drunk several butterbeers, which made Harry wonder whether the breakfast was intentional or not.

If anyone saw him embracing the elf like a mother, no one commented. All had already served and were currently eating and talking to the neighbor. Professor Slughorn in turn was involved in a conversation with Prewett. Harry smiled. He had kept his promise. He spoke with grandfather Sirius and in turn with uncle Arcturus, was not difficult to get them to agree to the Prewett have a chance of courting his cousin Lucretia. Lucretia, of course, was sitting next to Prewett, still somewhat shaken by the idea of being courted by an older boy when she was beginning to take shape. Of course when she found out that it was Harry's idea, he had become the target of her angry glares.

Harry sighed. 'Oh come on. She is my cousin. She really hoped that I would be courting her? Besides… I know she will marry the Prewett. After all, I saw it in the family tree in the house Blacks in the future with Sirius.' Probably if Prewett find out how Harry found that he liked Lucretia, he would never believe it.

"So you like pancakes?" Harry looked at his other side and emerald found hazel.

"Yes, besides I do not want to give reasons for Jean to punish herself."

Dorea smiled. "Can I ask why you embrace her? What was she trying to say?"

Harry blushed and looked back at his plate. "Nothing special."

"Alphard White."

Harry put a forkful of pancakes in his mouth, avoiding answering the question from his cousin.

–FD–

Tom looked at Zé. He was sitting next to Dorea. Today Professor Slughorn occupies his post next to Zé, but Tom didn't mind because he still remained in Zé' top five. The color on the cheeks of Zé made Tom consider what else could make the boy blush. Since Zé had spoken with him in Parseltongue he avoided him. Tom was sure that Zé is unaware of the difference, but he still did him. Zé could speak the coil language. Not only that but he hid this fact, avoided Tom to the maximum and leaving the two without any sleep. Tom knew that any potion that Zé took, was not taking effect because every day he saw Zé grabbing his arm and look at it as if in pain. Tom spent all his free time in the library trying to see if he saw something about removing the curse but so far nothing. Whatever had been the curse was too strong to be done with a finite encatatem (not that Tom hadn't tried that).

Seeing the owls appear, noticed that three stopped in front of Zé. One was the usual black that he almost regularly received from a friend of America. The other two, Tom had not seen before. The three brought letters and the three brought a package each.

Tom felt his heart fall at his feet.

It couldn't be.

–FD–

Harry looked at the cards and he took them, put them in his pocket as he always do, feeding the owls with a bit of food, Harry looked at the packages. At least they did not come wrapped. He took them and put them inside his bag from school (after he reduced them) couldn't let others realize what was happening.

He realized immediately that gray eyes had noticed.

–FD–

Being the Monday that it was, Potions and Herbology ran without problem. Harry had never been so happy to take lessons. He did not want to face and what those letters meant.

During the interval between Potions and Herbology, Jean appeared and asked if she could do lunch, after saying that had already begun. Professor Slughorn immediately accepted the proposal of another food group. Although this with fewer people and in the room where he used to make his parties. Being Harry the one who could invite, he quickly invited the Slytherin he knew well and the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff he knew from classes. Harry didn't know any Gryffindor enough to invite.

After Herbology, Harry ends the lessons for the day (all years would get free afternoon) and Harry goes to the room where it would be lunch.

–If you don't get me out of this damn box right away, I'll break it and then kill you.– Harry stopped halfway and looked at the bag on his shoulder, at once entered a empty classroom.

Taking of the bag the boxes, he restores them back to the original size and opened the one that had a hole to breathe.

It was a snake. She had a finger-width and perhaps had two feet long, was of various shades of green that made Harry feel that he should know her, the eyes were yellow except for a black line in the middle. The head was light green, except for a risk from the 'neck' to the mouth of a dark green.

–Finally. I thought I would die suffocated inside. Are you my master? Why am I talking to you? You don't even understand me.–

–Just because some people do not understand you, doesn't mean I don't.–

–You speak.–

–Last time I checked.–

–And has a sense of humor too. I like you, master. How should I call you?–

–Zé– and Harry took the letters that were still in his pocket and opened them.

Dear Alphard

As head of the most noble and ancient family of Black, I hereby wish to congratulate you for conducting yous thirteen years old on this date. So speaking for the whole family I hope you have a good day and live many years with health and money.

The Head of the Family

Sirius Black, II

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Why did he have to put his title?'

Alphy

I hope you do not kill me, Jean woke up with a desire to cook and I had to send her to you because the food was too much.

If you're still reading this letter is because you don't ate the food being all alone and so congratulations!

Reggy

Harry gives his best not to laugh. Regulus knew he hated the name Alphy, however he used a very funny nickname for future use.

Zé

Hope you like the snake, Chico.

José

Then the snake came from Mexico. Harry looked at the other two boxes and decided to save them for later viewing, such as the letters. Finally looked at the snake and took her, wrapped her around his neck like a scarf and went to the room where it would be lunch.

The lunch unfolded the afternoon off, but nobody seemed to notice the detail. Especially Professor Slughorn. Dorea and Tom were lit in a conversation on the subjects given in DADA. Walburga and a boy of surname Yaxley, who was a Slytherin fifth year, were discussing muggles and children of muggles, though none dared to go far knowing that Harry was against the subject, with a boy Ravenclaw sixth year from surname Prince. Prewett was talking animatedly with Lucretia, of how beautiful she was and who rich he was that Harry decided to refrain from the conversation. Antonin Dolohov, Matthew Mulciber, Theodore Nott, a Huflepuff girl with the name Halidora Black from sixth year. Halidora, according to Dorea, was her first cousin and therefore Regulus, she was the daughter from grandfather Sirius's brother. With so many Blacks Harry decides just think it was one more 'cousin', much alike a certain Neville Longbottom, but still a 'cousin'. Abraxas was excitedly (maximum that a Malfoy can be) explaining to Harry how pureblood operating in Europe, not that Harry was interested in knowing but he didn't forbade him to continue.

Around four in the afternoon Jean appeared. Everyone looks at her and Harry would have given anything for a camera at the moment, the face of terror of them was precious.

Jean had brought a birthday cake.

"Jean… why the cake?"

"To sing happy birthday to master Alphard of course." Harry sticks his face in a hand when all gazes turned to him. "Jean did something wrong?"

"No Jean, put the cake on the table." Jean put the cake on the table and, after the famous sound, she disappeared. Harry sighed and went to pick up a knife to cut the cake when a hand stopped him.

"Happy birthday?"

Harry looked at Dorea. "There is nothing special, just another year."

"Only one more year? How old are you doing?" asked Abraxas approaching.

"Thirteen."

Yaxley came over and picking up his wand appears thirteen candles on the cake. Harry looked at them and then back.

"You can only be kidding me."

By the sly smirk on their face Harry knew there was no way of running away.

All gathered around the table. Antonin and Yaxley one on either side of Harry, which gave the younger a chill because he knew those two would certainly become death eaters when they were older.

Professor Slughorn lit the candles and everyone started to sing. Was no comparison to when the Gryffindors did anniversaries and it was a noise, no the voice was calm and smooth, all with the right tone. When he had to extinguish the candles Harry saw that was running out of breath. 'What is the joke of rekindle candles? Thirteen candles is not enough? They have yet to rekindle?'

When he cut the first slice Antonin grabbed this immediately. Before Harry can consider the matter, two hands, one on each side, were grabbing his head, Yaxley was gasping one of his wrists, while Antonin stuck the piece of cake in his face. When they release him and a few spells later, everyone was laughing at the figure Antonin and Yaxley were doing while trying to hide from spells that Harry sent against them, as an angry snake hissed them from the shoulders of the boy who had difficulty not to laugh too.

He for the first time in a long time was happy.

–FD–

Finally they left the room of Professor Slughorn. It was past dinner time. Not that they hadn't eaten. Harry had left the snake with Tom who had been more than happy to take care of her.

Harry was to go to the astronomy tower to think. He needed some time alone. Since he had come to this time he hadn't felt so relaxed and calm. For the first time in a long time he didn't want to kill or hurt anyone, which made Harry smile.

He knew he should feel remorse for not thinking of his godfather, Sirius, or his friends or his parents, but couldn't. He was… free.

He was so relaxed that Harry never saw the red curse in his direction.

A/N: WARNING (rape)

(A/N: because of the new rules if you wanna see the lemon you have to go to my adult fanfic account to read it, link on my profile)

A/N: WARNING (end rape)

Finally Harry was lying on the floor while listening to them stand and dressing. Neither said anything, and Harry finally heard sound coming from across the room and someone approached. The stranger, who didn't touch him before, grabbed his face and said: "You liked it, didn't you fag? Stay away from Miss Dorea Black, or next time is worse."

And the six left.

Harry winds up in a fetal position and begins to shake with fear while crying. After a time that Harry could not think straight, returned the thoughts realizing that a name was coming out of his mouth, but without sound and he remembered a speech two months ago. "When you need help open the mind to Tom, you'll need him, Chico."

Harry if he could he would have hit himself on the forehead, but in the state he was in he didn't dare move.

'Tom?'

–FD–

Tom was sitting in the common room with Prewett and Yaxley as they waited for Zé to come back. Zé' snake had a sense that something bad was happening, but Zé closed himself to Tom. So they were waiting for him to return.

'Tom?' came a broken voice.

Tom stood immediately. 'Zé? Are you okay? What is wrong with your voice? It seems that you have just being tortured.'

'I… I need you Tom.' If a thought could transmit pain had been exactly what Zé had do and Tom trembled with pain.

'I'm going right away.'

Tom looked at the other two they were looking at him frowning.

"Someone attacked Zé. He's hurt."

Both arise wand at the ready. "Points in the direction Riddle."

Tom nodded and focusing on the connection, he let his legs carry them to an empty room in the hallway that led to the astronomy tower. Inside the room, was a naked
Zé bleeding of the legs, and a white liquid that Tom did not recognize. His body was wrapped in a ball. The wrists and ankles were red with the force that had been grabbed. Zé was shaking and seemed to have realized that they arrived.

Forcing the connection, Tom entered Zé's mind, realizing that he was blind and speechless.

Looking at the other two that were yet to react. "He has no voice or sight."

Yaxley is the first to awaken and approached, pointing his wand at Zé. Zé opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Ei…" although he had been without a voice, his voice was rattle, as if he had been screaming all the time.

Prewett looked at Tom. "Go call Professor Slughorn, now!"

Tom nodded and looked one last time at Zé, who had been covered by the Yaxley's cloak, and was looking back at him. His eyes had lost their lives that they had won a few hours before.

Tom put the snake in the floor, which approached it master immediately saying words to calm him.

"I knew there was a reason I hate this day. Something always happens."

–Easy master… I'm here, nothing will happen… easy…–

Tom turned around and left. Whoever did this to his Zé would pay.

OWLs (Ordinary Wizarding Levels Examinations)

1 – meaning of "Él viene… Él viene… Todo el mundo listo!" is "He comes… he comes… Everyone ready!"

2 – meaning of "Déjame verlo!" is "Let me see him!"

3 – meaning of "Sí, él creció." is "Yes, he grew up."

4 – meaning of "Que bueno." is "How good."

5 – meaning of "Chico" is "Boy"

6 – meaning of "E ahora…" is "And now…"

7 – meaning of "Traslador" is "Portkey"

8 – meaning of "Bien, muy bien." is "Good, very good."

9 – meaning of "¿Qué?" is "What?"

Hi

I had this written for two weeks and half, but my beta is betaing the other chapters, so i decided: i go upload the unbetayed version and then i'll upload the betayed version, ^_^

Just like I said before, White boy paid for stealing the heart of Dorea

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