This is the last official chapter! There will be an epilogue, hopefully sometime next week. I start school Tuesday, so I don't know how that will affect my schedule, but the epilogue should be up soon.

Thank you so much to all the people who have stuck with this and reviewed. I actually have a hard time sticking with writing sometimes, but you guys kept me going. So thank you!

WARNINGS: mentions of character death, allusions to past child abuse, violence, language, and slash.

"Harry! Remus!"

Sirius pounded through the forest, heading towards the cottage as fast as his legs could carry him. Harry and Remus could be anywhere on the grounds, it could be a while before they were found, even with all the Aurors they had looking.

"Harry! Remus!" Sirius called again, trying to quell the panic rising in his chest and clawing at his stomach. Remus was alive, he had to be alive; Sirius would feel it if Remus died. Harry, on the other hand... No, he didn't have time to contemplate what could have happened. He had to find them. "Har-!"

"Sirius!" he heard a croaky, familiar voice call his name weakly. He skidded to a stop and whirled around.

"Which way did that come from?" Sirius asked the group of Aurors with him desperately. He listened for the voice again. "Which way?"

"Over there," Gregson said decisively, pointing towards James and Lily's graves, straight ahead through a thicket of trees.

"Of course," Sirius muttered, taking off in that direction.

He burst into the clearing, wand raised and flanked by the four Aurors with him, ready for a fight.

"What the-?" Fredricks lowered his wand, voicing the surprise the rest of them felt.

A dozen or so Death Eaters, including Lucius Malfoy, were slumped over in the grass, unconscious. The two graves were dug up and empty. Romulus Lupin was sprawled on the ground, not moving; a knife sticking out of his chest, right into his heart. Remus was in the center of the clearing, hunching over Harry protectively and rubbing his back reassuringly. His hands were soaked in blood and he was so intent on soothing Harry that he didn't notice the Auror's entering the clearing. He didn't look up until Sirius was four feet away from them.

"Remus?" Sirius said quietly, trying to get Remus to look at him. Remus twitched and lifted his head, pulling Harry closer to him. When his eyes met Sirius's concerned gray gaze, Sirius could literally see the tension in Remus's body drain out of his limbs and the determined set of his jaw soften.

"Sirius," Remus breathed softly, rising to his feet, pulling Harry up with him, but not letting go of the boy. Remus cleared his hoarse throat, looked down at the unmoving Death Eaters, and glanced around at the other Aurors. He noted that Snape had somehow disappeared. "I, uh...they're unconscious."

Sirius broke out in a smile that was more out of relief than anything. He motioned for Harry to come closer. Remus reluctantly let go of Harry and allowed him to go to Sirius and be wrapped in the dark haired man's arms.

"God," Sirius breathed, holding Harry close and hugging him tightly. He could feel the boy's thin arms wrap around his waist and cling to him, and was reassured by the frantic beat of Harry's heart against his chest. "I was so...so worried."

Remus smiled weakly at Sirius over Harry's head and rubbed his hands up and down his arms, as if he was cold and trying to warm himself up. He managed to grin at the Aurors that had come with Sirius. He recognized one; Gregson, Remus recalled distantly.

"How did you take out all of them?" Gregson asked, motioning for the other two Aurors to start getting the Death Eaters in shackles. He took a moment to shoot a flare in the air to alert the others that they'd found Remus and Potter. He gave Remus a one over, concern growing. He wasn't an expert on werewolves by any means, but he figured that even by werewolf standards, Remus looked like hell. Blood was seeping through his sweater and he was sickly pale.

Remus swayed a little where he stood as he considered the Death Eater strewn on the forest floor with a sharp frown on his face. "I don't...I don't know. Romulus said something about protecting me...the killing curse bounced off..." a glimmer of understanding crossed Remus's face as he glanced around the clearing. He pulled a small bag out of his back pocket and let out a low sigh. He handed it to Gregson and diverted his gaze to the ground. Gregson took it, turning it over in his hands curiously.

"It's my mother's wedding ring," Remus said softly, not looking at Gregson. "He charmed it to protect me." Remus ran a hand through his golden hair and sucked on his bottom lip. He looked tired and broken in the dim light of the sun trying in vain to permeate the thick, swirling clouds; the thin scars winding over his pale skin stood out starkly. Gregson found himself having a hard time reconciling this young, mild man who had been cradling the child to him like Harry was the most precious thing in his life, who had allowed an overwhelming amount of relief to show in his wide eyes merely at the sight of his lover, with the Ministry's portrayal of werewolves. "If you need it for the investigation, take it."

"Alright," Gregson agreed, tucking it into his pocket. "Remus, your brother..."

Remus's right hand clenched tightly into a fist and Gregson caught sight of the horrible looking burn on his palm. His gaze flickered to the silver knife and he connected the two things in his mind. He sighed and bit his lip. "It was self-defense."

Remus looked up, surprised. He'd fully been expecting to be dragged to the Ministry and thrown in a cage. "What?"

"Obvious case of self-defense," Gregson repeated. He could see Sirius out of the corner of his eye, releasing Harry from his arms and turning his attention to Gregson and Remus. "All these men were on a watch list as possible Death Eaters. Open and close, cut and dried."

"Thank you," Remus breathed, relief showing clearly in his expression. "I...thank you. I didn't-"

Remus was cut off when Sirius engulfed him in his arms, holding him to his chest tightly. Remus yelped indignantly, and halfheartedly tried to push Sirius away, shooting a nervous look at the Aurors slowing filling up the small clearing. "Sirius, you're working..."

"That's what you're concerned about?" Sirius demanded gruffly, holding Remus out at arm's length and fixing him with an exasperated, concerned gaze. "You...God, Remus, you could have been killed..."

"I wasn't," Remus shrugged simply, anxious for Sirius to pull him back into his arms, despite his protests. He wanted to collapse, he felt tears stinging at the corners of his eyes, he could feel where his wounds had been ripped open again, the sticky blood on his hands made him sick, and he could feel his skin burning where Malfoy had touched him. He spoke lightly, as if he was on autopilot, unwilling to think about his dead brother. "If you thought Lucius Malfoy was going to get the best of me, I think we need to reevaluate our relationship."

Sirius gaped at him and shook his head. He smiled brokenly, torn between laughing and crying, and pulled Remus close again, sealing their mouths together. Remus wound his arms around Sirius's waist and allowed himself to let some of how helpless and terrified he'd felt to show in the way his fingers clutched the back on Sirius's robes, twisting the thick fabric in his hands tightly. Sirius cupped Remus's face in his hands and brushed Remus's cheek with his thumb. He slid one hand to the back of Remus's neck and he rubbed small circles there soothingly, feeling the shudders racking Remus's ravaged body as Remus's thin frame pressed against his own. He squeezed Remus to him tightly, unspeakably grateful to feel the steady rise and fall of his chest.

He was okay. He and Harry were safe.

"Sirius," Sirius reluctantly drew away from Remus and turned to Moody, keeping an arm around his partner's waist. Remus sagged against Sirius's right side, one arm around Sirius to help keep himself upright.

Moody nodded to Remus in greeting before continuing. "We need a statement down at the Ministry."

Sirius felt Remus's fingers involuntarily dig into his hip. He was all too aware of Remus's understandable aversion to the Ministry of Magic. The last time he'd been force to go there, he'd been tattooed with an ID number on his ankle and given a brand on his left hip to identify him as a werewolf. Dolores Umbridge's legislation had cracked down hard on werewolves. "Let's do it back at the cottage, Moody. I don't think it's a good idea to bring either of them there when they just gone through-"

"It's fine, Sirius," Remus cut him off, squeezing Sirius's waist reassuringly. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and motioned for Harry to come closer. He wrapped his free arm around Harry's shoulders and pulled him to his side. "I'll go in and take care of it. You stay here with Harry."

"We need both of you," Moody cleared his throat, and if Sirius didn't know better, Sirius would say his tone was apologetic.

"Harry can go in another day," Remus said firmly, meeting Moody's gaze steadily despite the way he swayed on his feet. "I'll give you a statement today, that'll hold you for a while. Harry can come in at the end of the week."

"I think that's a good idea, Alastor," Dumbledore cut in, laying a hand on Moody's shoulder. Moody's lip curled, but he didn't dare shake Dumbledore off. "Harry's been through a lot. The Ministry can wait a few days."

"Fine," Moody grumbled. He motioned for Remus to follow him. "Let's get this over with, Lupin. You look like hell."

"You're no sight for sore eyes yourself, Alastor," Remus raised an eyebrow and stepped away from Sirius and Harry. Sirius kept a tight grip on his hand, keeping Remus from getting too far. Remus squeezed his fingers, glancing back quickly when he realized he was being held back. He smiled weakly, reassuringly, and met Sirius's troubled gaze. "I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"Can you make it?" Sirius asked softly, biting his lip.

Instead of getting frustrated with Sirius's mother-henning, Remus nodded shortly. He noted Sirius's eyes wandering to the wounds on his wrists and the burn on his hand. He freed his undamaged hand from Sirius's grasp and tugged the sweater sleeves down over his hands. "It's nothing. Just a little weak."

"Okay," Sirius said softly, not buying it at all. Remus was hurting, physically and emotionally, not that he would admit it in front of everyone. Damn stubborn man, and it wasn't like Sirius could stop him from going if Remus was determined. "We'll be waiting."

"I'll be home as soon as I can," Remus ignored Moody's calls for him to hurry up and kissed Sirius quickly once more, then kissed Harry's forehead. He hugged Harry tightly and ducked his head to speak softly into Harry's ear, "Happy birthday, Harry."

Sirius shut the door behind the last Auror and sagged against the rough wood, rubbing his burning eyes. Remus was still at the Ministry; it had been almost three hours. Sirius shuffled back to the kitchen table where Harry was sitting slumped over in a chair, half-asleep.

"Hey," Sirius shook Harry's shoulder gently. "You should go up to bed. We'll celebrate your birthday tonight. I think everyone needs some sleep."

"Okay," Harry agreed gratefully, rising to his feet shakily. Sirius put an arm around him, offering some support, and the two carefully made their way up the stairs.

Harry fell into bed without changing, groaning softly at the feel of the soft mattress under his aching body. Sirius plopped down on the edge of the bed and leaned back against the headboard. Harry felt Sirius's hand carding through his messy hair and the gentle motion relaxed him slightly. He was tired, his eyes were burning, but he felt too wound up to go to sleep.

"He shielded me from the curse," Harry muttered into the comforter. He closed his eyes and saw the flash of green light, felt the weight of Remus's body being jarred when the curse hit him and bounced off, heard Remus's ragged, quickened breathing as he hunched over Harry in a desperate effort to keep him safe. "He was going to...he would have..."

"Yeah," Sirius let out a long breath through his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. "He wouldn't think twice, Harry. Neither of us would."

"I don't want that," Harry's heart clenched as he thought of Remus or Sirius dying... "I couldn't..."

"We love you," Sirius said softly, stroking Harry's hair. He glanced out of Harry's window over the empty yard, the trees dancing in the breeze, leaves rustling and falling to the dark grass, torn from the limbs by the stirring wind. No sign of Remus. "We'd do anything for you, Harry."

"I know," Harry gasped softly, biting back tears. He pressed his face into the comforter and willed his tears to stop. He was thirteen now, for God's sake, and here he was crying like a baby, terrified out of his mind at the prospect of losing the men who'd raised him. "I...I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," Sirius rubbed the teenager's back. Harry was distraught and exhausted, understandably so. Sirius felt horrible for what he'd been put through this morning. There was a thick bandage on his neck where a knife had dug into him and Sirius had to be careful to avoid the nasty bump on the back of his head from when he'd been knocked out. "You have nothing to be sorry about. This wasn't your fault. None of it."

"Lucius Malfoy...he...he said some things..." Harry continued quietly, curling up on his side. He could hear Malfoy's voice ringing in his ears.

Pity my friends didn't get to you before you got dressed. Severus would have loved that.

And what's a pretty little defenseless thing like you going to do to stop me?

Wouldn't want to let a werewolf adopt the Boy Who Lived...

"He and Remus have a long history," Sirius said, his stomach twisting at the mention of Malfoy. "He...he always had this...fascination with Remus, which obviously Remus never reciprocated. That never went over well with Malfoy."

Harry sensed there was more, but didn't ask. Some things he knew Sirius wouldn't want to talk about, especially not now. "I...tell him I said thank you. And that I love him, when he comes home."

"Of course I will," Sirius sucked on his bottom lip and bit back a soft smile. "Get some sleep, honey. You're safe."

Harry fell asleep within minutes, lulled into a sense of security by Sirius's gentle hand running through his hair and enveloped by the warm, musky smell of his godfather.

Remus stumbled into the house a half hour later. Sirius head him open the door and say something softly to his owl as he passed the owl's blanket nest.

Sirius untangled himself from Harry, careful not to wake him up by jarring him around. He pulled Harry's shoes off and tugged the quilt at the foot of his bed over him.

Harry turned on to his back and sighed in his sleep. Sirius paused and brushed Harry's hair back from his forehead, exposing the thin scar shaped like a lightning bolt from the night Harry had lost his parents. Harry nuzzled into his hand, subconsciously moving closer to the comfort his godfather's touch offered.

"Night, Harry," Sirius said softly, moving towards the door and flicking the light off, plunging the room into darkness. He pulled the door closed quietly, leaving Harry to get a few hours of much needed sleep.

Remus fumbled with the doorknob to the kitchen, his fingers still and refusing to grip at the knob. Caliban hooted at him from his blanket nest, his wide eyes watching Remus struggle with the door.

"Shhh, Cal," Remus winced when Caliban's screeching hooting grated on his frayed nerves and sent a fresh spike of pain through his pounding head. "Quiet..."

He managed to get a grip on the doorknob and was about to turn it when the door was pulled open from the other side by a concerned looking Sirius Black.

"Remus," Sirius opened his arms and Remus stumbled into his chest, allowing Sirius to drag him fully into the kitchen and kick the kitchen door shut behind him. Remus clutched at the front of Sirius's robes, inhaling the scent of motor oil, soap, and sweat that he'd come to associate with safety. Sirius buried his face in Remus's tangled hair and held him tightly, reluctant ever to let go again. "My God...thank God you're okay...I thought...I was...damn it, Remus, don't do that to me again."

"What, get captured by Death Eaters?" Remus muttered, swallowing in an effort to relieve the burning in his dry throat. He pressed his forehead to Sirius's collarbone and let out a deep breath. "I'll try to avoid it in the future, as fun as it was."

Sirius closed his eyes and squeezed Remus tightly once more before letting go of him and holding him out at arm's length and giving him a once over. Moody must have had someone fix him up quickly at the Ministry, because Sirius could see that the gashes that had been healed as best they could. They would scar; the scratches the wolf left always scarred. His burned hand had been bandaged, and he was cradling it gingerly in his undamaged one.

"Is your hand..?" Sirius reached out and took Remus's wrist gently to get a closer look at the bandages.

"It'll be fine," Remus replied hoarsely, pulling his hand out of Sirius's grip and bringing it back to cradle it against his stomach. Sirius watched him with concern; Remus was shifting from foot to foot and hunching his shoulders like he was trying to curl up and disappear. He ran a hand through his messy hair and tugged at the ends of the strands absentmindedly. "I'm fine."

"You don't have to be," Sirius pointed out softly, moving to grip Remus's elbows gently. Remus was shutting down, the way he always did after something traumatic had happened. Sirius figured it must have been how he'd coped with being abused by his father all those years, how he'd been able to deal with what Malfoy had done to him. He locked it away in a box and tucked it safely into the back of his mind, only to be taken out and opened for nightmares or flashbacks. "Remus, you don't always have to be okay. He lied to you, he used you, you must be angry…"

Remus tore himself away from Sirius and whirled around, slamming his fist into the doorframe, hard. Sirius sucked in a deep breath; Remus didn't get mad often, but when he did, it was something that had to be delicately handled. Remus punched the wall again, even harder this time, and snapped harshly, "Of course I'm mad! He betrayed me, all he's done since I turned fourteen is hurt me, and I can't…God, I still love him! It would be so easy if I could just hate him and not feel bad about plunging a knife into his heart and watching him die…"

Remus's voice had risen until it was verging on being hysterical. He clutched at his hair and sagged against the counter, exhaustion draining the last of his strength as adrenaline wore off. "I just…I'm so tired, Sirius."

Sirius hesitated, but took the risk of trying to pull Remus close to him again. Remus's body was heavy and pliant in his arms when Sirius wrapped him a tight embrace. After a few moments, Sirius felt Remus's arms drape around him loosely. "I know…I know. You don't deserve this, any of it, you never did."

Remus let this eyes fall shut and buried his face in Sirius's shoulder, clinging to his lover to stay upright. "Then why did it happen?"

"Because people are screwed up," Sirius sighed softly, running his hand up and down Remus's back. "Some people are just out to get everyone. That's why we stick together, right, love?"

Remus nodded against Sirius's shoulder. He felt the tears that had been stinging at his eyes for hours slip down his cheek and soak into Sirius's robes. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Sirius replied softly, pressing his chapped lips to Remus's temple. He felt like he was ready to collapse, and Remus didn't look much better. "Let's…let's talk about this later. You need some sleep."

Instead of making a sarcastic comment, Remus just nodded wearily and leaned heavily on Sirius as they made their way to their bedroom. Sirius pushed Remus to sit on the edge of the bed moved to help him get his bloody, torn sweater over his head.

"Stop," Remus batted his hands away from the hem of the sweater, ducking his head. His neck flushed red with humiliation.

Sirius regarded him with concern, gently cupping Remus's chin and guiding Remus's head up so his hazel gaze met Sirius's own troubled gray eyes. "You don't want to change?"

Remus crossed his arms over his chest and turned his face away again. "I…Please don't look at me."

"What do you mean?" Sirius asked, confused by the request. "It's not like I've never seen you without a shirt on, Remus. I've seen a hell of a lot more than that."

Sirius's statement didn't seem to help. Remus's ears turned bright red and he buried his face in his hands, wiping at his eyes with frustration. "I just can't, okay? I can't do it, I can't have someone looking at me like that right now…"

Sirius's stomach grew cold at Remus's words. Of course. This had stirred up the feelings of humiliation and self-disgust Remus's father had left him with. Sirius sighed and reached out to tuck a lock of golden hair behind Remus's ear. "You know I would never…"

Remus half laughed, half sobbed into his fingers. "I know. Isn't that what's so fucked up about me? I know you would never hurt me, but I can't help being terrified you will."

Sirius's heart ached as he rubbed Remus's back steadily. Remus was a mess. He was coming apart. Sirius had seen this coming, but that didn't mean he knew what to do to make it better. "Do you want me to sleep downstairs?"

Remus hesitated, but shook his head, dropping his hands to flop palms up in his lap. "Don't go. I just…I need you here, I'm just…"

"You're scared," Sirius finished softly for him, moving to sit next to Remus on the edge of the bed. He kept an arm around Remus's back and squeezed his side tightly. "You've been through hell, babe. I can't blame you."

Remus nodded shortly and took a deep breath, staring down at his hands, his tangled bangs falling into his swirling eyes.

"I wish I could say something to make this better," Sirius said gently, tugging Remus closer so the smaller man's head lolled back on his shoulder. "But nothing really will, I guess. I just…I'll be with you every step of the way on this, Remus. Whatever you need to do to work through any of this, I will be there for you."

Remus recalled the same words being spoken just as earnestly to him when Sirius had found out about Malfoy, about his father. Sirius had put up with his moodiness and lashing out for months, he'd never missed a session with the doctor in town when Remus asked him to go, he'd never said a word about how Remus slept curled up on the window seat of their dorm one hour and snuggled impossibly close to Sirius's side the next, only to return to the window seat a couple hours later. He'd taken it all into stride, giving him a seemingly inexhaustible amount of support.

Sirius was his best friend, his mate, his life, his partner.

Remus sucked in a deep breath and gently pulled away from Sirius. Sirius looked a little put out, but then noticed Remus had started to peel off his sweater. Sirius jumped up from the bed and went to grab a clean shirt from their drawers.

Remus took it gratefully, smiling weakly at Sirius. Sirius lightly touched his side, and instead of sending a shudder of fear through Remus, the warm touch anchored him, calming him down slightly. Sirius slipped his robes off and changed into a t-shirt and boxers, tossing the heavy garments aside. He'd take care of them later, probably after getting a lecture from Remus about how he was going to have to iron them himself before he went to work again, because wearing wrinkled robes would just be embarrassing.

Remus slid under the blankets and curled up next to Sirius, not speaking. His hands curled into the front of Sirius's shirt and he pressed his face into the soft fabric. Sirius could feel him shaking with the effort of holding back sobs.

"You can cry, babe," Sirius said softly, stroking his hair. Remus shook his head and determinedly kept the tears at bay, not willing to let go of the last shred of dignity and self-control he had. He felt Sirius shift slightly and suddenly warm lips were pressed against his own, firm and reassuring. "You're safe, Remus. I love you, I always will. Crying doesn't make you weak, or worthless, or anything else your dad told you. You'll feel better."

Remus broke when Sirius kissed him again. Tears slid down his cheeks, hard and fast, and Sirius suddenly found himself with an armful of shaking, sobbing, grief-stricken, and exhausted werewolf. He kissed the top of Remus's head, allowing his own silent tears to fall into the honey locks. He held Remus tighter. "I understand. He hurt you, and you still love him. I still love Regulus. You can't help it. He was your brother."

"What am I going to tell my dad?" Remus choked out between gut wrenching sobs.

Sirius let out a long breath through his nose. "To go to hell."

Remus's fingers dug into his chest painfully. Sirius winced. "Sorry, sorry. We'll take care of it later. This is about you grieving for him, no one else matter right now."

"You're so insensitive," Remus gasped, burying his face in the junction where Sirius's neck met his shoulder. "Can you please put aside your petty hatred of my family for ten seconds?"

"No," Sirius replied honestly.

Remus smiled for the briefest second. "I love you." His expression crumpled again as his tears fell harder, and he returned his forehead to its place on Sirius's shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Sirius held Remus closer and curled protectively around him, closing his eyes and dropping a kiss on Remus's damp cheek. "Don't be."

Sirius tightened his arm around Harry as they watched Remus seal the last grave, warding it heavily just like he had with the first two. Sirius was a little concerned about him, but Remus looked a little better than he had before they'd gotten some sleep. He finished the wards and tramped over to Sirius and Harry, looking drained, but relieved.

He stood on Harry's other side and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. His fingers caught Sirius's sleeve and pressed against his arm gently.

"Ready to head in?" Sirius asked softly, observing Remus carefully. Remus's thick locks were falling into his eyes, obscuring them from Sirius's view. Sirius was slightly reassured by the small, genuine smile that flickered across Remus's lips.

Remus nodded shortly, trying to keep his gaze from wandering to Romulus's grave. He hadn't known his brother, not really. He couldn't grieve for a man he hadn't known, and he was sick of grieving for the boy he'd once called his brother. That kid was gone; had been for a long time.

"How're you doing, Harry?" Remus asked, squeezing Harry's shoulder and tugging the boy closer. Sirius automatically shifted to accommodate Remus's movement.

Harry shrugged and rested his head against Remus's shoulder. His voice was ragged and breaking when he spoke. "Okay. I…He was your brother, Remus. It…it scared me, but you must be…you must…"

Remus shook his head and bit the inside of his bottom lip. He took a moment to look at the man and child next to him. Harry was almost taller than he was at this point; he was a teenager now. Remus had known this would happen, but he hadn't been able to clearly imagine it from when he'd held Harry's tiny, squirming body in his arms shortly after he was born. Though he had never wanted Lily and James to die, he was unbelievably grateful that they had left their son for Remus and Sirius to raise. In the days after their deaths, sometimes tension between Sirius and Remus got so high Remus was sure they weren't going to make it. Harry had kept them together then, reminded them that what they had was more important than their stupid arguments, more important than arguments left over from the newly ended War.

Sirius was watching Remus with raised eyebrows, obviously unsure of what Remus was smiling about. Sirius said he was lucky to have Remus, but Remus knew it was the other way around. Sirius was stubborn, and hotheaded, and irrational sometimes, but he was loyal to a fault and deeply devoted to the people he loved. Remus had been uncomfortable when they first started dating, not used to having so much attention focused on himself. Remus had never wanted casual relationships; he had barely been able to entertain the prospect of sex without feeling sick. Sirius had made him feel safe, had never made him feel pressured to do anything he wasn't comfortable with. Everyone knew Sirius Black was a sex-crazed playboy who had slept with half the school; Remus had a hard time reconciling that person to the boy who had kissed Remus's forehead and told him softly that he loved him.

There was never any doubt in Remus's mind that it was true.

Remus nodded slowly, a small smile curving the corners of his lips slightly upwards. "I'll be fine."

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