Presenting, chapter 10 of Revelations!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of these characters, except Victoria.

Recap:

Harrison clambered onto his Nimbus Two Thousand, his feet brushing against the grass, itching to take off. Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle and all fifteen brooms shot off into the sky.

The first Quidditch match of the year: Slytherin vs. Gryffindor had begun.

Harrison zoomed high into the air, briefly enjoying the sharp sting of the cool winter air as it bit at his face. Peering down at the Chasers, he saw a mass of green and red blurs.

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too -"

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry, Professor."

The Weasley twins' friend, Lee Jordan, was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall.

"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve - back to Johnson and- no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes - Flint flying like an eagle up there - he's going to sc- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle -that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and - OUCH - that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger - Quaffle taken by the Slytherins - that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger - sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which - nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes - she's really flying - dodges a speeding Bludger - the goal posts are ahead - come on, now, Angelina - Keeper Bletchley dives - misses -GRYFFINDORS SCORE!"

Gryffindor cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans from the Slytherins. From his position in the air, Harrison could see Miles' disgruntled expression and Adrian flying past quickly to give him a reassuring pat.

He didn't realised he had been hovering in the centre of the pitch until Marcus flew up to him and barked, "Potter! Keep your eyes peeled and catch the Snitch, we'll take care of the rest."

Blinking, Harrison focused, his emerald eyes scanning the pitch intently for the flicker of gold. He drifted up and down in a slow circle around the pitch, vaguely aware of the Gryffindor Seeker tailing his actions; apparently the third-year thought that by following him, he'd get the Snitch first.

Harrison almost snorted and began moving around as if he'd found something, in an attempt to shake off the Gryffindor Seeker. He made several sudden dives and flew in circles around the hoops, making the poor Seeker rather confused and dizzy as he tried to follow Harrison. Harrison turned back to look at the Seeker, scoffing internally at the boy's rather sickly looking face.

He returned his gaze to the front, only to be stopped short by Lucian Bole smacking an incoming Bludger that had been aiming for Harrison's face, towards Katie Bell. Harrison nodded his thanks to the older Slytherin, who grunted in response. He really would need to up his situational awareness, that Bludger could have landed him in the Hospital Wing.

"Slytherin in possession," Lee Jordan was saying, "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the -wait a moment - was that the Snitch?"

A murmur ran through the crowd as Adrian dropped the Quaffle, too busy looking over his shoulder at the flash of gold that had passed his left ear. Harrison vaguely heard Miles' groan and the sound of his palm smacking his forehead, but his attention was now on the whizzing Golden Snitch that was frantically flying through the air trying to get away from Harrison.

Diving downwards to retrieve the Snitch, the Gryffindor Seeker followed suit and leaned forward on his broom as well. Unfortunately for the boy, Harrison had had a head start and was marginally ahead of him. He was so close - he could see the little round ball, wings fluttering, darting up ahead - he put on an extra spurt of speed –

WHAM

Harrison had to yank his broom upwards in order to avoid a Bludger that was hurtling his way, narrowly missing the other Seeker, courtesy of one of the smugly smiling Weasley twins. Gritting his teeth in concentration, Harrison zoomed forward once more, fervently thanking his lucky stars that the Bludger had shattered the Gryffindor Seeker's focus and allowed Harrison to renew his search for the Golden Snitch.

It was as Harrison dodged another Bludger headed his way, the large metal ball barely missing his head, that it happened. His broom gave a sudden, frightening lurch. For a split second, he thought he was going to lose his grip on his broom and fall straight to the ground. That was not a prospect he looked forward to. He gripped the broom tightly with both his hands and knees, trying to ensure his stability on his Nimbus Two Thousand.

The broom lurched again. It was as though the broom was trying to buck him off. There was no way the broom would start doing that out of the blue. Harrison tried to bring his broom closer to the ground, should he fall, it wouldn't be as painful and bone-breaking; part of his mind suggesting that he ask Flint to call for a time out to settle the problem with his broom. Then he realised that his broom was completely out of his control.

The broom refused to listen to him, and instead of descending to the ground like it had intended, the broom brought Harrison higher and higher, zigzagging through the air, every now and then making violent swishing movements that almost unseated him.

Lee was still commentating.

"Slytherin in possession - Flint with the Quaffle - passes Spinnet -passes Bell - hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose - only joking, Professor - Slytherins score - Ah no..."

The Quaffle entered the hoop, and Flint pumped his fist in victory. The Slytherins were cheering. No one seemed to have noticed that Harrison's broom was behaving strangely. The jerking motions continued.

"Finite Incantatem," Harrison attempted to end the spell that must have been placed on his broom, but to no avail.

He started worrying for his own safety, trying to look around to see if any of his friends had spotted the trouble he was having with his broom.

"What does Potter think he's doing? Jerking around on his broom like that," a Slytherin second-year grumbled, "He looks like he lost control of his broom, youngest Seeker in a century my arse."

Beside him, the five Slytherins and one Gryffindor shared a worried look. Harrison couldn't possibly have lost control of his broom, could he? The boy was a natural on a broom, the many times they had watched him at Quidditch practice only served to prove that flying was all but second nature to him. It was as if he had been born to be a bird instead of a wizard. Something was wrong.

Slowly, people were starting to notice Harrison, pointing up at him all over the stands. His broom had started to do tricks, rolling both ways with him only just managing to hold on. With a wild jerk, the broom flung Harrison off the broom; he only managed to save himself from becoming a splat on the ground by quickly grabbing onto his broom handle with one hand.

The group sighed in relief, but the danger was not over yet. Harrison was slipping as his precarious hold on the broom began slipping. Draco was beside himself, trying to think of a spell to save his friend and cousin, his usual cool and composed pureblood façade slipping away.

"A jinx…" Victoria heard Hermione muttering away under her breath, and snapped her head towards the bushy-haired girl so quickly you could have heard her neck crack.

"What did you say?"

Gulping at the blonde's fierce navy eyes drilling into her, Hermione managed to choke out, "A jinx- someone is jinxing Harrison's broom."

Slapping her hand to her forehead, Victoria mumbled, "Of course, I should have known. Jinxes… Such a drawn out jinx would require the caster to maintain constant eye contact with his victim…"

Quickly relaying this information to the group, they began scanning the crowd for people who were staring at Harrison. Unfortunately, with the spectacle Harrison was causing, almost the entire student body was focused on Harrison's lithe form hanging onto his broom by his right hand.

A cry of triumph was heard only moments after, Theo hurriedly whispered, "It's Quirrell. Look, over there! See how he's not blinking at all?"

Indeed, the purple-clad professor was staring unblinkingly at Harrison, seemingly muttering words under his breath. With their target now confirmed, the group tried to think of ways to cut off Harrison from Quirrell's line of vision.

"We just have to shift his focus from Harrison to somewhere else, right?" Daphne received affirmative nods from her friends and she continued, "Then we just have to make Quirrell look."

Victoria's indigo eyes sparkled and she turned around and swiftly pointed her wand in Quirrell's direction before whispering, "Fragor."

A loud bang sounded, accompanied by a bright red light that blinded the unfortunate staff members sitting near Quirrell. Quirrell covered his eyes with his hands instinctively, and immediately, the connection was broken, the group heaving a sigh of relief. However, Harrison's broom gave a final hard jerk before coming to a standstill, causing Harrison to lose his grip on the broom, his four limbs flailing around, his arms grabbing in nothing but thin air as he began a free fall face first towards the hard ground of the Quidditch Pitch.

"Aresto momentum!" a panicked voice called out, the spell zooming out from the wand.

As soon as the spell came into contact with Harrison's body, its descent slowed down considerably, enough such that Madam Hooch could create a safety net for him to land in. The students in the stands unanimously let out a breath they hadn't known they had been holding.

The attention of Draco, Blaise, Theo, Daphne, and Victoria however were focused on one Hermione Granger, whose face was flushed from all the excitement. Draco cast his steely grey gaze on the slightly quivering girl.

"When did you learn that spell, Granger? You weren't with us when Harrison taught us spellwork." Draco asked, his tone tinged with curiosity.

The Muggleborn witch wasn't known for her practical magic skills, so it was quite a surprise to learn that she not only been reading up on second-year charms, but had also managed to learn the spell and even remembered it during the panic that had occurred only moments ago.

Blaise clapped a hand on Hermione's shoulder, giving her a small thankful smile, which for the unemotional Italian was practically a grin already. The rest of the group, after a small pause, smiled as well. Without Hermione's quick thinking, Harrison could very well have sustained serious injuries that would land him in the Hospital Wing for at least two weeks.

Harrison had been safely lowered to the ground, his wayward broom seemingly returned to normal as Professor Flitwick summoned it towards them. His Nimbus Two Thousand was returned to him after a brief check and finding nothing.

What had happened? It was as if his broom suddenly had gotten a life of its own. A traipse into the library was needed; something like this couldn't happen again.

"You alright there, Potter?" Madam Hooch asked, her hawk eyes flashing.

Harrison nodded fervently, eager to get back into the game. A piercing whistle heralded his return to the air, his need to win stronger than before.

"After that heart-stopping stunt, Seeker Potter is back in the game!" Lee Jordan commented.

Noticing the Gryffindor Seeker following behind him again, Harrison led his broom into several manoeuvres in an attempt to shake the other Seeker off his tail but the brown-haired third-year stuck to him like glue.

Groaning in frustration, Harrison renewed his search for the Snitch. After dodging another Bludger, sent his way oh so helpfully by one of the Weasley twins, Harrison spotted a flash of gold only a couple of feet near the ground, where Madam Hooch was hovering.

He immediately leapt into a straight dive towards the Snitch, the wind blowing the wisps of hair that had escaped from his ponytail away from his face. Harrison's aristocratic features were set in a determined look, his arm reaching out to capture the Snitch. The red-clad Seeker followed suit, trying to outrace Harrison, but he hadn't reacted fast enough; perhaps then, he would have had a bigger chance in reaching the Snitch before Harrison.

The two Seekers were approaching the ground quickly, but neither of them took any notice as they sped towards the Snitch. At twenty feet, the Gryffindor Seeker pulled up, but Harrison kept on going, putting in even more of his focus into capturing the Snitch.

Just a little more… His arm stretched another inch… With victory literally in his grasp, Harrison managed to grab the Snitch and pull his broom upwards just before he crashed to the ground. He rose up in the air, a smile gracing his usually un-expressive face with one arm raised up clutching the Snitch in victory.

A moment of silence followed, before the green and silver-clad students burst into a tumultuous applause, shrieks and yells of joy ringing out.

"AND SLYTHERIN TAKES THE MATCH!" the announcer, Lee Jordan hollered into the enchanted microphone, although his voice held quite a bit of reluctance and more than a tinge of disappointment.

Harrison grinned uncharacteristically when he saw his group of friends cheering for him as if their lives depended on it. The feeling of euphoria was unfamiliar to him, but he liked it and it made him want to win the game for his friends if only they would keep looking at him like they were proud of him, like what he'd just done was a good thing. Harrison's thoughts shocked even himself, he usually only did things for himself and no one else, but now it made him happy to win the game if only to feel that strange happiness again.

A gentler smile appeared on his face in place of the exuberant grin that had previously adorned his aristocratic features. He waved at his friends briefly, causing a look of surprise to appear on their joyful faces. Theodore unabashedly grinned right back at Harrison, his blue eyes gleaming with pride, before Daphne whacked him over the head for "acting like one of those ridiculous Gryffindors". The rest offered smaller but equally pleased smiles.

Harrison soon landed on the grassy pitch; the Mediwitch Poppy Pomfrey immediately hurrying over to check on him. She clucked like how a mother hen would, waving her wand over his lithe frame and casting all sorts of diagnostic spells.

"Goodness me, Mr. Potter. What were you thinking, doing something as dangerous as that? You could have killed yourself with that stunt!" Madam Pomfrey tutted at the emerald-eyed boy, her arms akimbo.

Harrison could only smile up at the Mediwitch sheepishly, "I- er caught the Snitch though, Madam Pomfrey."

This seemed to only make Madam Pomfrey more exasperated, for she huffed, "Caught the Snitch indeed! Boys and their insipid sports! Not caring whether they get hurt or not, all they think about is winning the game. And who has to patch them up after they fall from their brooms attempting one of them Wonky Feint things or something like that? That's right, me!"

The Mediwitch was now muttering to herself under her breath more than she was reprimanding Harrison, and he was fine with that. The middle-aged witch must have seen first-hand the numerous injuries caused by Quidditch.

Looking back, if he hadn't been able to pull the broom up fast enough, he would have ended up with a taste of an unwanted mouthful of grass instead of the sweet victory he had experienced only moments before. No matter how determined he would be to get the Snitch, Harrison promised himself that he would try to be more careful with his moves and manoeuvres, if only to avoid being stuck in the Hospital Wing for a ridiculous amount of time; for he had heard from the older students that Madam Pomfrey had a habit of keeping patients confined to the Hospital Wing until she deemed them "fully recovered", which according to the upper-years was way after they themselves felt fully recovered.

Harrison shuddered to think of being shut in the Hospital Wing, not to mention missing classes, valuable learning opportunities and also Quidditch practice, which he had come to greatly enjoy despite the intensity of each session Flint put them through.

Speaking of the older boy, after Madam Pomfrey finally released him, Harrison was tugged towards the crowd of Slytherins that had adjourned to the foot of the stands right infront of the entrance to their locker rooms. His emerald eyes scanned the group of students for his friends, finally finding them at the edge of the crowd, unable to squeeze their way to him and dragging a rather bewildered Hermione alone with them, who was receiving many odd looks.

Harrison would have chuckled at the sight of Hermione's flustered face at being dragged through the throng of victorious Slytherins, but he was swept away before he could react. The Slytherins did not show their triumph by hooting and whistling loudly, or thumping their players on the back with great gusto like the Gryffindors or the Hufflepuffs.

Instead, they hoisted the winning team up on the shoulders of the strongest seventh years and cheered for them while sending them proud grins – or well what could pass of as grins for the normally poised and unemotional Slytherins.

Harrison caught sight of a flash of platinum blonde hair, immediately snapping his head to look for the rest of his friends. He saw Theodore attempt to discreetly send him a thumbs up, but to no avail for his was quickly caught by the astute Daphne, who elbowed him rather harshly in the ribs, causing to wince in pain, but otherwise show no other external reaction to the pain. The Greengrass heiress shot Harrison a beaming smile befitting of her station as a pureblood heiress, nevertheless showing her pride for him.

Harrison shook his head at the pair's amusing antics; really Theodore could have passed off for a Gryffindor, but Harrison knew it was this act that kept his attention-seeking tendencies hidden. Being raised by his elderly grandparents, and ignored by his sister, Theodore had no one but his house elves and later on, Blaise, to turn to for attention.

Harrison guessed that by being the mischievous prankster, he would garner enough attention to make up for the lack thereof in his childhood. Daphne was definitely indulging the sandy-haired boy with her attention, constantly chiding and sometimes even physically reminding Theodore to behave like the esteemed pureblood he was, not that Theodore was complaining, no matter how much he seemed to dislike her constant remarks. Blaise only looked on with mild amusement dancing in his violet eyes, ready to interfere should Theodore anger Daphne too much.

Turning his gaze to the other blonde present, Harrison found Victoria staring at him with her unnerving navy eyes, like a pair of glowing gems. There was a strange expression on her face, almost as if she was intrigued… The expression faded only moments later, to be replaced by one of slight happiness, the girl careful to remain unemotional. Harrison offered a crooked smile, to which she gave a slight quirk of her lips in return.

The cheering of the surrounding Slytherins created a comfortable atmosphere that Harrison never knew he could experience; it was almost as if he was completely safe and could expect his Housemates to safely protect him should any danger befall him – such as that stray Bludger coming right towards him…

"HARRISON!" the last thing Harrison heard before he blacked out was Hermione's panicked screech – looks like he was going to the Hospital Wing after all...

Blearily opening his eyes, the first thing Harrison saw was the sterile white walls of the Hospital Wing. Beside him, his friends crowded anxiously around him, each one of them on their feet as soon as they had noticed his long dark lashes fluttering, the vibrant hue of his eyes peeking through the thick curtain.

"Harrison! How are you feeling?" Draco asked, a look of worry in his normally cool grey eyes and his eyebrows knitted together.

The raven-haired boy attempted to sit up, but was stopped as a wave of vertigo hit him. A gentle hand supported him while he lay back down. Looking towards the hand, he realised that, much to his surprise, its owner was none other than Victoria. He never would have pegged the small blonde to be capable of such soft actions. Despite the blank look on her face, Harrison could spot a hint of anxiety hidden behind the depths of her entrancing navy eyes.

"I'm fine, what happened?"

A sneer appeared on Theodore's face, the expression looking odd on the usually cheerful and friendly boy, before he explained, "The Weasley twins were keeping the Bludgers back into the chest, when one of the Bludgers broke free and came right for you."

Harrison frowned. That was certainly out of the ordinary. While the Slytherins had been quite close to the broom shed where they kept the chest containing the balls, there had been plenty of other people on the Quidditch Pitch at the time, so why had the Bludger come after him? There was definitely something off about this, and he was going to find out what exactly.

Putting his slender fingers up to his head, Harrison felt a large bump and cloth wrapped securely around his head. A dull throbbing ache persisted, as if the remnants of the force the Bludger had used to ram into him were still there.

A harried looking Madam Pomfrey was brought to Harrison, a tray of Potions in hand, ready to be administered to her green-eyed victim er- patient, with Blaise silently rejoining the group after going off to fetch the Mediwitch.

As it turned out, Harrison had sustained a skull fracture from when the Bludger had slammed into him and he had fallen headfirst off his 'throne' made of Slytherins and landed on the ground like a sack of potatoes. Madam Pomfrey informed him that she had dosed him with the Skele-Mend potion while he had been unconscious, and also the Dreamless Sleep potion so that he wouldn't wake up too early and disrupt his own healing.

Nevertheless, another vial of Skele-Mend was forced down his throat, along with some Pepper-Up to get rid of the remaining effects of the Dreamless Sleep potion. Madam Pomfrey gave the group of Slytherins standing around Harrison's bed a stern look before warning them that she would be back in fifteen minutes to check up on Harrison and give him his last dose of Dreamless Sleep.

As soon as the Mediwitch disappeared, Draco breathed out, "Phew, we thought you were a goner, Harrison. You looked like a ghost."

Shooting Draco a reproaching look, Harrison scoffed, "As if I'd die so easily," causing both Victoria and Daphne to slap his arm and give him baleful glares for even suggesting that he could have died.

"Ouch guys, can't you see I'm injured?" Harrison gestured to the white bandage wrapped around his head.

The looks on the two girls' faces told him they were not amused.

A thought struck Harrison.

"What day is it?"

Blaise replied smoothly, "Sunday, you were unconscious for almost a day."

Harrison muttered a quick thanks to the stoic Italian. The Quidditch match had been held in the late morning of Saturday and dragged on until the late afternoon. Thankfully it was a weekend, for Harrison would have hated to miss any lessons.

Suddenly, a brown blur assaulted Harrison, a mass of bushy hair completely obscuring its owner's face as she engulfed him in a suffocating hug.

"Oh Harrison! How are you feeling? I've been so worried!" Hermione tearfully said.

A jolt of alarm went through Harrison as he saw the glistening tears running down Hermione's cheeks. She had been crying…for him? His heart was filled with a warm sensation. Was this how it felt to really care about someone?

Wait, she was crying. He didn't know how to handle girls, let alone one who was crying. He glanced around at his gathered friends, silently begging one of them for help, but none came, much to his chagrin.

Left with no choice, Harrison awkwardly petted Hermione's head in a gesture of comfort of sorts, "I'm fine, Hermione."

Choking out another sob before seemingly straightened up, Hermione cleared her throat slightly, "There're two people who would like to say something to you Harrison."

She gestured to someone Harrison couldn't see; two redheads walked into view. Harrison raised a delicate eyebrow. The Weasley twins?

The two pranksters almost looked slightly uncomfortable being surrounded by a group of Slytherin first-years who were all sending them death glares for almost killing their friend – but then again the twins were both at least a head taller than even Theodore, the tallest of the bunch.

"Oh Great Seeker Potter-" the twin on the right began, earning slight sniggers from Theodore and surprisingly Draco.

"We just wanted to say-"

"that we're sorry for-"

"almost killing you out on the field-"

"Not that we really could have helped it-"

"nasty bludger that one was-"

Here they were interrupted by Hermione clearing her throat loudly and giving them a meaningful glare, and they smiled sheepishly.

"And so we've decided-"

"in order to make up for this-"

"you shall be granted-"

"immunity from all our pranks-"

"for a year," the twin on the right finished their disjointed speech with a flourish.

Harrison was quite impressed with the way they two spoke, for it spoke of the deep connection they shared, to be able to fluently complete each other's sentences. Giving them a small nod, Harrison said, "Apology accepted, gentlemen."

The twins visibly relaxed, and Harrison continued, "Now, I don't believe we've formally met before. I'm Harrison Potter, but you knew that already."

The twins grinned roguishly and said in unison, "Fred and George Weasley, at your service."

"I'm Forge, also known as the more handsome twin," the twin on the left winked, as he stuck out a hand for Harrison to shake, which he did with a small smile,

Unperturbed by his brother's claim, George bowed his head, "Gred, the smarter twin."

The twins were rather interesting for Gryffindors; first of all, they didn't give off the type of aura most Gryffs did – that of disdain and general dislike for all Slytherins, and also they both held a mischievous glint in their cornflower blue eyes, proving that they were not run-of-the-mill students.

Harrison gave the twins another glance, trying to differentiate them; soon realising that Fred or Forge, had a more malicious look to his grin, making it seem more feral than his brother, who looked like an imp looking for some fun.

"Pleasure meeting the both of you, Fred, George," Harrison gave them acknowledging nods respectively, surprising the twins for no one had managed to tell them apart so quickly before.

The twins' grins stretched wider. "We'll make something out of you yet, Potter."

His friends were staring at the two third-year Gryffindors warily, but without the initial hostility they had felt before Harrison acknowledged them. Bowing and walking out of the Hospital Wing rather comically, the twins departed.

Soon after, Madam Pomfrey came around, the bland but horrible all the same Dreamless Sleep potion in hand. She shooed out all six of his friends, who promised to return in the evening after dinner or whenever the potion wore off.

Harrison drifted off into nothingness soon enough, his last thought being that having friends who cared for him was a nice thing indeed.

In the private quarters of the Defence Against The Dark Arts professor, if anyone were to happen to hear the conversation that was taking place, they would only hear sharp hisses that sounded vaguely like English words.

"I am s-sorry, M-masster. I have f-failed you," Quirrell had his head bowed, his infamous turban nowhere to be seen.

His attempts on the Potter boy's life during the Quidditch match had failed spectacularly; both had been thwarted by the interference of the brat's friends the first time around, and the quick spellwork of the nearby Professors, who had immediately banished the Bludger back into the chest. Quirrell cursed his luck.

"You will have another chance. Do not fail me again. You will regret it," a snake-like voice hissed out.

Quirrell could only reply in the affirmative before he rewrapped his head, concealing the face of the feared Lord Voldemort that resided in the back of his head.

A/N: And that's all for today I hope you enjoyed the chapter and thank you for reading!

A tad longer than what I would usually write, but I guess it's a something extra for not updating sooner. I've been writing this in the wee hours of the morning so I apologise if some parts just don't make any sense. Sorry for the sporadic updates, I try to update as often as I can but I always get distracted by other fics. Oops, sorry guys.

I'd just like to say thank you to all the readers who have stuck around since 10th December 2013; it's been two years since this fic began – time really flies. To all my new readers, thank you for reading and I hope you'll continue reading my future updates ^^

I'll have a Christmas special coming up soon, suggestions are definitely welcome; tell me how you'd like Harrison to spend his first Christmas in Hogwarts.

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Vixen