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Chapter XI

Harry yawned widely as he entered the kitchen the next morning absently scratching his stomach.

"Good morning," he said through his yawn.

Hermione turned from where she was standing at the stove and Severus lowered his newspaper to look at their guest. "Good morning," they said in unison.

"I'm making Eggs Benedict, Harry. Would you like some?"

"Isn't that a bit ambitious for you?" Harry asked cautiously.

"I took a class, remember?" Hermione asked testily. "I did very well, you know. I got a high distinction at the conclusion of the course."

Harry scoffed. "I have no doubt," he muttered.

"Tell the truth," Severus said without looking up from his reading. Only silence greeted him from the direction of the stove. He cleared his throat.

"Fine," Hermione said huffily. "I got a high distinction on the theory test and I passed the practical."

Harry just laughed. It was such a 'Hermione' response.

"How did you sleep, Pot—I'm sorry, Harry?" Severus asked.

"Fine thank you, Severus," Harry replied with a genuine smile. "How was your evening? I didn't even hear the two of you come home."

"It was… different," Severus said with a small smile at Hermione.

"Anything interesting in the news?" Harry asked.

"The UN has a new General Secretary," Severus said. "They're still talking about the North Koreans and their claim to have tested nuclear weapons. Other than that it is the usual stoush of politicians and their corrupt ways and people with remarkable pets."

"We should show them our remarkable pet," Hermione said with a grin.

"You have a new pet?" Harry asked.

"In a way," Hermione said evasively. She brought two plates over to the table. "Here, I defy both of you to tell me you have had better Eggs Benedict than this!"

There was a brief moment of silence while Severus and Harry both took their first bite of their breakfast. Hermione sat down to their groans of satisfaction as the perfect eggs seemed to melt in their mouths.

"Good?" she asked innocently.

"Very good, My Own," Severus complimented, reaching over and squeezing her hand affectionately.

"Absolutely," Harry agreed. "Do you get The Prophet?" he asked.

"Yes, Harry, we then Obliviate our elderly neighbour every morning when she rushes over here exclaiming about the owl carrying a newspaper like magic!" Hermione said sarcastically.

"Okay, okay, I forgot you are for all intents and purposes Muggles," Harry conceded. "I only asked because they've been giving you a bit of a hard time over the last week or so."

"Really?" Hermione asked curiously. "Funny the Malfoys never mentioned anything about it."

"The Malfoys?" Harry asked.

"They are Severus' good friends," Hermione said firmly. "We had dinner with them on Saturday night."

"Narcissa has not read The Daily Prophet since Lucius' incarceration in ninety-six. Lucius only reads the headlines and the business pages," Severus interjected.

"And they're doing to you what they did to me—just interjecting little digs here and there in the body of articles. Adding little snippets in the society pages when they mention any of the Weasleys, that sort of thing," Harry said.

"That is interesting," Hermione said with a pointed look at Severus.

"Lucky we were able to intervene when we did," Severus said with a smug smile.

Harry looked at the pair with confusion. "What do you mean?" Just as he asked the question, there was a tapping at the window.

"That's odd," Hermione said at the sight of two owls at the window. Neither she nor Severus received owl post with any regularity; most of their correspondence was through Muggle post means. Two owls at once almost spoke of some sort of emergency.

Oddness moved to incredible when Severus opened the window and no less than thirty owls flew in one after the other, leaving their envelopes and flying out the window again.

"What on earth?" Severus wondered as the seemingly never-ending flight carried on. "Potter, did you put a flashing sign over our house announcing your presence?" Harry shook his head, his confusion clearly showing on his face.

"These are addressed to you and me, Severus," Hermione said worriedly. "I haven't seen this much mail since the end of the war. Whatever could have happened?"

Severus headed into the utility room, emerging quickly with a Wizarding Wireless in his hands. "In the absence of a Daily Prophet I would imagine that whatever it is that has got everyone's wand in a knot will be being reported on WWN." He began to twist the dials until a familiar voice rang through the kitchen:

'Well she up and left without a word as to why or where she was going. While I don't believe what Rita Skeeter wrote about Dark Rituals and virgin blood, it's otherwise pretty obvious now, isn't it? She left me to shack up with Snape!'

There was a sudden banging on the front door. Seeing that Hermione and Harry were rooted to the spot, staring in disbelief at the radio, Severus went to answer it. Standing on the doorstep were Alana and Emmet with a newspaper in his hand. In a corner of the page, Severus noticed a moving picture. "You get The Prophet?" he asked by way of a greeting.

"Hermione did, we just didn't cancel the subscription when she moved out—you are the only one with a view of our house. Lucky thing too, you need to see this," Emmet said, thrusting the paper into Severus' hands with the headline showing:

SNAPE FOUND IN MUGGLE WORLD WITH GRANGER.

Accompanying the screaming banner headline was a picture clearly snapped the night before in the pub. With trepidation, Severus began to read the article underneath.

Following a tip-off from one of my rabid readers, I, Rita Skeeter, found the former Headmaster amongst a group of Muggle Healers in London. Naturally, I was worried that the long-thought-dead man might be reverting to his Death Eater ways and engaging in a nefarious scheme, so I took it upon myself to investigate the Dark Wizard's presence.

While it appeared he had done his homework well (he is a former professor after all), my keen eyes were able to detect that he obviously had something to hide. He kept playing with a small device that was hidden in his pocket, at turns looking worried and amused as he fiddled with tiny buttons on it. There were several other men and women in the room obviously in cahoots with him as they, too, were constantly checking and playing with similar devices throughout the long meeting (which, by the way was quite dry and boring. I am sure Muggles do not sit around talking about the best way to treat arthritis complaints—further proof that his presence was part of a major covert operation).

Unable to discern his true purpose, I managed to secret myself on his journey homeward. Surprised I was to find our ultimate destination was not the wild moors, the hidden depths of the New Forest or some anonymous industrial town up north—no, I found myself in the picturesque village of White Swan, not ten miles from the city of Hastings. Being the naturally inquisitive person I am, and quickly realising that my rabid readers had a right to know just what was happening, I spent the day in the village, listening to the Muggles droning, following the Headmaster around and rooting out the juicy details of his new life.

I, Rita Skeeter, can now report that Severus Snape is one step away from resurrecting the Darkest Times the Wizarding World has had to face.

He is masquerading as a Muggle Healer in a small village of unsuspecting Muggles. They pay money in order for him to study them and their weaknesses under the guise of ill-health and if they cannot pay the money themselves, the Muggle government hands it to him in their stead! I heard him refer two of his 'patients' to other Healers in Hastings—no doubt in order to exacerbate their demise.

But this is not the most startling news. No. I was most intrigued to read the nameplate at the door to Snape's so-called 'Medical Office'. Listed under the name Dr Severus Snape, MD, are the names Alana Granger DDS and Emmet Granger DDS. Immediately recognising the name Granger and connecting the disappearance of our own Hermione Granger several months ago I realised Snape's true purpose: to sacrifice one of the so-called heroes of our recent war and use her virgin blood in a ritual to set himself up as the new Dark Lord.

As the accompanying photograph suggests, he is lulling her into a false sense of security and romance, before he strikes and shows his true colours.

One can only wonder how poor Ronald Weasley is feeling regarding this development. He is the true innocent victim in all of this. His heart has been yanked out of his chest and stomped on.

Readers, I beseech you; do not let this happen. Register your displeasure with this man's scheme and force him to come out of hiding. I have sent this story with my apprentice reporter to be published; rest assured I will remain on the spot to bring you more details as they are uncovered. This is Rita Skeeter, signing off.

"Looks like we weren't quick enough," he muttered.

"A bit loose with the truth as well," Emmet pointed out. "I thought you went into the Wizarding World reasonably regularly."

"Certainly of late, I have," Severus confirmed. "Come in, come in, Hermione's in the kitchen."

They were startled by a sudden screech from the kitchen and, as one, ran to find Hermione standing in the kitchen, a copy of the front page of the paper being torn to shreds in her hand.

"Vile, lying, disgusting, fear-mongering, libellous HAG!" Hermione shrieked. She grabbed Severus' wand from where he had laid it on the table earlier when he first sat down and set fire to each piece of paper as it fluttered to the ground. Severus and Harry acted quickly, Harry ensuring the fires would not spread and Severus gathering the angry, shaking witch into his arms to calm her down.

"Let me go, Severus!" Hermione said, angrily fighting against his hold. "I am going to plug the air holes!"

"You will do no such thing," Severus said calmly.

"And you!" Hermione directed her ire at Harry. "Do you honestly believe I would cast a flame spell that would set fire to my own house?"

"No, of course not," Harry said humbly. "But better safe than sorry, yeah?"

There was a knock at the door which Emmet excused himself to answer. He returned momentarily with Kingsley Shacklebolt and Lucius and Draco Malfoy in tow.

"Well, Severus, you never do anything than but with style," Kingsley drawled.

"If you are going to do something, do it properly I always say," Severus retorted.

"As Minister for Magic, I must ask, are you planning to sacrifice Hermione here for a dark ritual?" Kingsley asked wryly. Severus simply glared at him. "Come, Severus, throw me a bone, at least I can truthfully say I've spoken with you and cleared things up."

"No," Severus hissed.

"Thank you, that is all I need," Kingsley said with a smile.

Lucius and Draco headed straight for the table and sat down, both smirking at Severus' night attire he was still wearing. As he sat down, Draco nodded politely to Hermione and greeted her with, "Granger."

"Malfoy," Hermione acknowledged in return.

Draco turned to Harry. "Scarhead," he said with another nod.

"Ferret," Harry shot back. Hermione just shook her head. Some things never changed.

The telephone rang just then and Emmet, being closest to the door, again left the room to answer it. Severus offered tea to everyone which Alana moved to prepare. Rarely had she seen Hermione so angry but she did know that in this state her daughter would revert to the incompetent kitchen aide she had been rather than the capable domestic goddess she had become.

"Severus!" Emmet called his name urgently as he returned to the room. "There's been an accident on the High Street!" He threw the car keys at Severus as he spoke. "ETA of the ambulance is at least twenty minutes. One casualty; possibly a broken leg."

"Damn!" Severus swore. He took his wand from Hermione and transfigured his pyjama bottoms into cotton trousers. After tucking the t-shirt he was wearing into the trousers, he grabbed his coat from the hook by the door and picked up his medical bag, as always right by the door for easy access. Emmet followed him out, both men calling goodbyes after them.

An awkward silence filled the kitchen, broken only by the sounds of cups and saucers clinking as the occupants drank their tea. Finally it seemed Draco could not stand it any longer and reverted to an old standby—teasing Hermione.

"So, Granger, doing the walk of shame today?" he asked with a leer at her tight tank top and boxer shorts.

Alana narrowed her eyes at the blond. "A walk of shame implies my daughter has done something to be ashamed about, young man," she remonstrated sternly. "Care to enlighten us?"

Draco quailed slightly under Alana's gaze and shrunk back slightly, mumbling that he was only joking. Harry bestowed a look of almost-worship on the woman who was able to subdue Malfoy with only a few words. Silence descended once again.

"How did Rita Skeeter even get by the two of you?" Lucius asked. "I would have thought you would have been on the alert after Saturday night."

Hermione just growled before stalking from the room. Lucius was quite taken aback—he had thought they had made significant inroads to their acquaintance on Saturday evening. Dare he say, he could have seen them even being friends of a sort. A smart retort was on his lips when the witch returned to the kitchen but he was silenced when she practically slammed a glass jar onto the table.

"She didn't!" Hermione announced. Everyone leaned in to examine the jar. Alana, Kingsley, Lucius and Draco were all startled from their perusal when Harry suddenly burst into unaccountable, loud laughter.

"I'm confused," Alana said, gesturing first to the jar, then to the hysterical wizard who now had tears streaming down his face.

"Meet Rita Skeeter," Hermione said malevolently. "Intrepid investigative reporter," sarcasm fairly dripped from her tone, "and unregistered Animagus," she announced with a smug grin. The beetle in the jar started swarming angrily.

"That's Rita Skeeter?" Draco asked incredulously.

"Surely you knew that," Hermione said. "I saw you talking to her in this form back in fourth year!"

"I didn't know it was her! I just thought she had charmed a fake beetle to record voices! I can't believe it's actually her!" he defended.

"I can't believe she let you get her again!" Harry wheezed, still laughing.

"Again?" Draco asked curiously.

"She already spent some time in a jar several years ago," Hermione explained. She shook the jar slightly. "It seems she did not learn her lesson."

Lucius smirked. 'Oh yes, she is a good match for Severus,' he thought. Any lingering doubts had been swept away. If there was anything he appreciated it was a healthy dose of Slytherin guile and cunningness. It appeared Hermione had it in spades.

Kingsley had taken the jar from Hermione and was examining it with a feral grin. "Unregistered Animagus you say? Well, that does explain a lot…"

"You mean that is a person?" Alana asked incredulously.

"Mum, you know some witches and wizards can turn into animals, it was one of the first things Professor McGonagall showed us when she came to deliver my letter," Hermione reminded her mother.

"Yes, but she turns into a cat," Alana argued. "I remember the two of you talking about Harry's father and Godfather turning into animals as well. Who would want to turn into an insect? What would happen if she was sprayed with bug spray?" she asked curiously.

"Why don't we find out?" Hermione proposed.

Harry's laughter was renewed while Lucius and Draco appeared quite intrigued. Kingsley chuckled but put a restraining hand on Hermione who had emerged from rummaging in the cupboard under the sink with a can of insecticide in her hand. "Now, now," he said placatingly. "I won't be able to turn a blind eye to wilful homicide, Hermione."

"But you will turn a blind eye to capturing and keeping the woman in a jar?" Lucius asked pointedly.

"Not a blind eye per se," Kingsley said. Harry and Hermione both stared at him challengingly. "From what I can see, Hermione has merely caught herself a beetle. I don't know what she does with herself these days; I can only assume she is now an entomologist. This is a remarkable specimen of a Eurasian Lady Beetle if I am not mistaken. I would love to study this beetle further, if I may?" Hermione just gestured to him in agreement.

Kingsley held up the jar and shook it slightly. He had been the subject of many more than his fair share of vitriolic articles courtesy of Rita's Quick Quotes Quill, and he now looked into the jar with a feral grin. "Now, Miss Skeeter," Kingsley said clearly. "Here is how it is going to work. You will immediately disappear for the next five years, having told me privately that you wish to have a break. You will spend that time in a silenced, break-proof, veritable beetle paradise on the mantle above the fireplace in my office, followed by a triumphant return whereby you will immediately register your Animagus ability and make an Unbreakable Vow to only report an unbiased, true account of anything you ever write again. You cannot allude to any of the terms we have made or to being 'sidelined' for five years.

"The alternative is for me to force you back into your human form and arrest you immediately. You will then face trial fairly before the Wizengamot under truth serum as is standard and take your chances with the panel." There was a definite pause in the beetle's histrionics within the jar. "After all, I am sure you have never embellished an article about the majority of the Wizengamot members, one of their family or their close friends with your brand of 'truth'."

Lucius' grin matched that of the Minister's. "I am positive you would be judged fairly, just as Kikus Trecus was…" he drawled.

Kikus Trecus had been a reporter of the same ilk as Rita Skeeter. He was tried and convicted by the Wizengamot when he blew open a six-month investigation into a reformation of the Death Eaters. There had been entire families that had had to go into hiding for eighteen months to avoid the kill orders that had been placed on their heads for assisting the Ministry in rounding up the last of Voldemort's loyal followers. Trecus' sentence had been twelve years in Azkaban. Rita knew that hers would be worse. His crime had simply been to destroy one ongoing case—hers would be seen as a thousand insidious attempts at maligning the characters and reputations of some of the Wizarding World's most prominent citizens, nearly the entire Wizengamot included. Twenty years or more stretched before her in Azkaban, she was sure of it! She quickly stopped buzzing around the jar, signalling she would take the first option.

"And with that, I believe we will take our leave. Things seem to be well in hand here," Lucius announced. He had no desire to sit around any longer. "Hermione, Narcissa and I would be pleased to dine with you and Severus again at your earliest convenience. If you know of any other restaurants like the one we ate in, I believe my assimilation exercises would benefit."

"Yes of course, Lucius, I will get in touch with Narcissa. Severus has a particular favourite in Hastings," Hermione said with a smile.

Lucius bowed and beckoned to his son. Draco stood and nodded his head to the company. The pair of blonds swept from the room, twin cracks indicating their disapparation were heard moments after the back door closed behind them.

Alana refreshed everyone's tea and the four left began to catch up with everything that had been happening in their lives. Harry passed around pictures of baby Jacques and Hermione told the two men about her book and new hobbies, even going so far as to demonstrate by producing a tasty batch of scones for them to eat. Kingsley was regaling the others with some choice Ministry gossip when Severus and Emmet returned.

Hermione jumped up and took Severus' bag from him, setting it carefully in its regular place. "What happened?" she asked.

"Andrew South was in a car accident," Severus informed her.

Hermione gasped and covered her mouth. "Is he all right?" she asked.

"He will be fine; it looks like he has a broken leg. I was able to stabilise him and give him some pain relief before the paramedics arrived. He broke the same leg when he was in his twenties so unfortunately I was unable to heal it and call it a bad strain—he knew what had happened to it straight away. Maria has gone with him to the hospital in Hastings, the boys are with Jackie," Severus explained.

"How did it happen?" Hermione asked. She knew from driving into Hastings with Andy twice a week that he was a safe, capable driver. It was hard to believe he could have had an accident.

"That is what has delayed us the longest," Severus said. "The Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee members had to come in and modify memories because Andrew, Patrick, Mrs Richards and several early-morning walkers had all seen a person fly by on a broomstick. Andrew was so distracted by it he crashed the four-wheel-drive into the fence on the corner of the High Street near the post office. I had to stay and help modify memories so people now believe that a dog ran in front of the car and caused the crash. I also had to stop several of them from modifying Emmet's memory."

"Are you all right?" Alana asked Emmet, whirling around and examining him closely.

"I am fine," he assured her. "Once I was established as Hermione's father they left me well alone. I even helped them out a bit by moving people along once they had been, um, de-memorified."

Harry and Kingsley both grinned at his proud expression. They all quickly brought Severus and Emmet up-to-date with the situation with Rita Skeeter.

"What do you want to do now, Severus?" Kingsley asked. "The interest probably won't die down very quickly."

Severus and Hermione looked at each other. "We have to make some sort of statement," Severus said.

"I can help you with that," Harry offered. "I have to go to the Daily Prophet and out Ron anyway."

"Harry, is that really necessary?" Hermione asked, ignoring Kingsley's surprised shout of 'What?!'

Harry shrugged unremorsefully. "I told him what I would do if he besmirched your name in any way," he said.

"Here, here," Emmet agreed enthusiastically. "I'll come with you."

"You have patients," Alana reminded him.

"As do I," Severus said. "I trust you to speak for both of us," he said to Hermione. She favoured him with a beautiful smile and reached up to cup his cheek.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Harry and I will take care of it."

"If there is anything you need me for," Kingsley said, purposefully leaving his offer of help open-ended. Severus and Hermione both thanked him and he went on his way, taking his new pet with him.

Alana and Emmet departed immediately after him and Severus headed upstairs to change, leaving Hermione and Harry alone in the kitchen.

"You know it will only make Ron worse if you reveal his secret," Hermione said.

"There's a reason I had to stay overnight last night, Hermione," Harry replied. "Remember I told you I served him with notice a few months ago because he wasn't paying rent?" Hermione nodded. "Well, he started paying so I left him to it. Anyway, he contacted me saying there was some issue with the roof and could I arrange to have it fixed. I think he thought I would just organise a contractor and pay for it without ever leaving France but I digress. I decided to meet the contractor at the house and see if anything else needed repairs so it could all be done at once.

"Imagine my surprise when I knocked on the door and a very attractive young lady answered it."

"Harry, what a thing to say," Hermione admonished. "Wait, a girl? Did he find another cover?"

"That was my first thought as well, but when she started gushing about the fact that Harry Potter was standing on her doorstep and she didn't think she would ever have a chance in her whole life to meet me the red flags started going up. She then shouted into the house and about five other girls materialised."

"I'm confused," Hermione said when Harry paused.

"So was I until they invited me in and I realised I didn't recognise any of the furniture or knick knacks around the place. I was ushered into the sitting room and plied with tea and cakes where I discovered that the six girls were all fresh Hogwarts graduates working at the Ministry and were renting the place from Ron Weasley!"

"What?!" Hermione cried.

"For double what I am getting from him," Harry revealed.

"Holy shit!"

"Plus he told them they could do whatever they liked to the place. Now granted, I think it is hilarious that the former Ancient and Noble House of Black now has pink as the predominant colour on the walls, and the curtains over Mrs Black's portrait are emblazoned with the face of Justin Beiber," Hermione laughed at this latest revelation, "but some sort of civil law has clearly been broken. I informed the girls that the house, in fact, belonged to me and I had the deeds to prove it. I am not going to evict them, much to their relief, but I am going to bring the force of the law down on Ronald Weasley's head. On top of that I get to out him as well."

Hermione looked thoughtful. "You could work this to your advantage," she said.

"How?"

"Well, you had no written lease with Ron and me, I assume you didn't set one up when I moved out," she said. Harry shook his head, no. "You may not have much of a leg to stand on in regards to having charges brought against him. He will say he thought you would be okay with it, you'll say you're not and in the end they will just rule that Ron can't do it anymore and you will have to set up a proper lease.

"Now, what I just described is a rather drawn out scenario, legally. It would require you spending quite a bit of time here in England and do you really want to uproot your wife and baby to bring them here or leave them behind? I don't think so. Don't you think another threat would be better? If he doesn't sign over the lease to you immediately, and repay you the money he has been illegally making off you, and shut up about me and Severus then you will not only out him on the front page as you promised before, but you'll also expose his dodgy behaviour in regards to him leasing your house out for profit. I seriously doubt he's suddenly grown up and owns his own home so whoever he is renting from now will have second thoughts as well."

Harry looked impressed. "Living with a Slytherin has certainly brought out the sneaky side in you," he said. "Do you think Ron would go for it?"

"He is a publicity whore, but only if it's good—this paints him in a very bad light. He will go for it," Hermione said with certainty. She got up when Severus called her from the hallway. "Are you off?" she asked as she approached.

"Yes," he said. He bent down and captured her lips softly. Hermione put her arms around his neck and sighed into the kiss. After a few moments, Severus pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. "It has been a tumultuous morning. I thought I might ask John for a favour and have him watch the pub tonight. Is Harry going home today? I feel the need to just spend time with you, My Own."

"Yes, he is," Hermione said. "He mentioned earlier when he was showing us all pictures that he missed Gabrielle and Jacques so much even after one day. He said he got a portkey for this afternoon."

"All right. Understand I'm not trying to get rid of him. I mean… it's Potter, but… he is your friend… it's just…" He stopped talking when Hermione put her finger to his lips.

"I understand," she said with a smile. "I am just glad you have managed to go this long without throwing something at him."

"Been there, done that," he said with a tilt of his head.

"When?" she asked, pulling back and looking at him with bewilderment.

"Your fifth year," he said. He saw the moment she put it together.

"I knew he wasn't finished with those lessons!" she muttered. Severus just chuckled.

"I'd best go and say goodbye to our guest then," he said.

"All right, let him know I've gone upstairs for a shower. There's leftover scones you can take for morning tea," she told him. "Have a good day, I love you."

Severus gave her a lingering kiss. "I love you too, My Own. Good luck, call me if you need me."

"How? I'll be at the Ministry. I have no desire to fry my phone."

"Well, go out into the street if you have to."

"I will," she promised. After a final kiss, they separated—Hermione headed upstairs and Severus went to the kitchen to relay Hermione's message and say his farewells to Harry.

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Within an hour, Hermione and Harry were emerging from the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron. Several patrons called out greetings to the pair and there was a surprising show of support. Hermione and Severus had resisted reading the mail that had arrived that morning—a copy of the article had been sent by Minerva McGonagall which was the one envelope Hermione had opened. Given previous history, the pair had thought that Rita's inflammatory article had stirred her 'rabid readers' into sending hate mail but the early morning crowd at the pub proved that assumption to be false. Hermione's mood lifted fractionally.

Harry tapped the bricks at the back of the courtyard and the opening to Diagon Alley was revealed. They were going first to Gringotts for Harry to retrieve the paperwork pertaining to Grimmauld Place before they headed to the Ministry to sort everything out. As they walked down the street they noticed a large crowd congregated at the corner near Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Sharing a look, they approached quickly, their assumption proving correct when the crowd parted in front of them to reveal Ron Weasley surrounded by eager reporters.

The redhead looked up at the movement of the crowd and abruptly stopped talking when he recognised his former best friends.

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