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Hm, well i'm quite scared to post this chapter, because since most of you hated me for leaving it at a cliffie in the last chapter, the end of this chapter certainly will get you worked up again. Runs and hides in a secret hideout
So, here's chapter 11! It's actually my longest chapter so far! How exciting! I hope you enjoy it! Oh, and one more thing before I set you loose to read; the reason I've been updating so fast is because I actually have up to chapter 12 already written. I started this story last April actually. After chapter 12, it may take a bit longer for me to update, not extremely long just longer. Anyways, I'll stop rambling! Have fun reading!
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Chapter 11:
James immediately jumped into action, as if he had been prepared for this specific event all of his life. "Lily, I need you to get back to Hogwarts."
Lily stared aghast, her mouth hanging open. "I am not leaving."
Glancing around the street, he continued to issue directions ignoring Lily's refusal to get back to the school. "Get to Hogwarts and get Dumbledore. If Death Eaters are here we need help and fast. Go to Honeydukes, and down in the cellar you'll find a trap door. Follow the passage all the way to Hogwarts, it will be safer."
For a second, it seemed like Lily was about to retort, but then her eyes held a determined glint and she nodded. "Where are you going to be?"
James glanced at Hermione. "I'm going with Hermione to help Harry."
"No! Don't you understand? They're going to kill you, and then Harry will be beyond the need of help," Hermione cried, desperately trying to will James to see the danger in this situation.
A door of a house up the street was thrown out of its frame in a flurry of bright yellow sparks. At least a dozen men in black cloaks and masks ran out from it. The Death Eaters appeared to pay no attention to the frightened people on the street. These men were on a mission and they were searching for two people and two people only. They looked around quickly until a tall bulky figure pointed. James' heart dropped as the finger was pointing straight towards them.
"I am not leaving my son to duel by himself. There's not anymore time to argue my decision Hermione," he said firmly. "Lily, go now and quickly. Stay safe." He held eye contact with her, willing himself that she would be alright. She nodded and immediately took off towards the road that led to the small candy shop.
He watched her go before turning back to face Hermione. "Lead the way back to Harry," he ordered, igniting his wand tip so he could see better. He watched her carefully as she bit her lip. Against her better judgment, she nodded and began running off with James following.
James looked over his shoulder, back to where the Death Eaters had appeared, and his heart beat rose enormously; their pursuers were hot on their heels. At least he seemed to be drawing them away from Lily.
Another look behind him showed that the group of cloaked figures was gaining now and nearly in range to shoot a well-aimed spell. Thinking quickly, James grabbed Hermione around the arm. "Be quiet," he warned her and he suddenly threw himself around a corner where a little ally was situated in between two buildings. Hermione looked at him with large, fearful eyes as the sounds of the Death Eater's boots could be heard approaching.
"Where are they?" demanded a deep, rumbling voice that sounded like a roll of thunder. There was silence as the group stopped and looked about them.
James head began pounding; he could feel Hermione breathing heavily as she leaned back into the wall beside him. The forms of the men could now be seen from their hiding place; James gripped his wand, preparing himself for a duel if they found him.
"Search the area," barked a harsh voice, "they can't have gone far."
Hermione held her breath as they saw the group disperse in an attempt to find them. "Listen, Hermione," whispered James quietly, keeping his eyes on the Death Eaters. "Right when they find us, we're trapped. It's better to catch them off guard than to try to run by them. As soon as they find us begin fighting—" but James didn't have time to finish as two figures, one small one tall, began walking straight for their little ally.
Thinking with all of his might, James' thought, 'Stupefy'. A flash of red light flew from his wand and quietly hit the small one, who crumpled unconscious into a heap on the ground. The small one's partner looked down at his fallen comrade confusedly before looking back into the dark ally where James and Hermione stood.
Right as the Death Eater went to open his mouth to call out he had found them, Hermione muttered a spell under her breath, her wand pointing at the tall Death Eater. He clutched his throat frantically as no sound came out. James quickly finished the job with a quiet, "Petrificus Totalus," and they guy fell over as stiff as a bored.
"Two down, about eight more to go," stated James quietly. "Now is the time to make a run for it." Grabbing Hermione by the wrist again, he shot out of the ally, jumping over the bodies of the fallen Death Eaters, and made to run down the street, only to find he couldn't. Their way out was completely blocked; he had run him and Hermione straight into a circle of Death Eaters, all of who appeared to be waiting for them. Hermione rose her wand defensively from beside him.
"You thought you could hide yourselves from us?" laughed a Death Eater from the group.
James grimaced, his skin crawling from the sound of the man's voice. It seemed oddly familiar. "Malfoy?" he finally asked repulsively.
The man in the center of the group lowered his mask to reveal the pointed face and long blonde hair of Lucius Malfoy. "So nice to see you, Potter," he greeted, sneering.
"I can't say I'm happy to see you, Malfoy," replied James coldly, his wand held up in front of him. He quickly calculated the situation; one wizard, one witch, and eight fully trained followers of Voldemort. Ouch.
Hermione spoke up from beside James, her voice steady. "How did you get out of Azkaban? Last time I checked Harry had made sure a cell was empty for you."
A flash of rage crossed Lucius' face, before he laughed maliciously, controlling his anger. "You forgot one thing, Mudblood. The dementors were once faithful followers of our Lord." He grinned which only made his face appear darker. "Now, where is your dear Mudblood, Potter? The Dark Lord wishes to see you two personally."
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Lily barged into Honeydukes, fortunately having met no resistance on her way. It appeared like that Death Eaters had already rampaged through the sweet shop. Shelves swung from their broken nails, buckets of candy seemed like they had exploded, and the shop was eerily quiet and empty.
The door that led down to the cellar was already open, and she hastily threw herself down the stairs and frantically began looking for the trap door. To her surprise, she found it quickly, wrenching it open and dropping herself down into the dark, damp tunnel.
"Lumos," she muttered and her wand tip burst into light, allowing her to see a couple of feet in front of her.
She shivered as the soft pattering of water could be heard dropping from the tunnel's ceiling onto the floor. Every running footstep she made bounced off the walls and echoed around her, making the hair on the back of neck prickle unpleasantly.
As she rounded a corner at top speed, she wasn't prepared for the surprise that met her. Her voice stuck in her throat.
"Miss Evans. We've been waiting for you."
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"So, what makes you think I'll come with you guys? I have better things to do with my time then take part in a meeting with Voldemort," James said boldly. He felt Hermione cringe from beside him as a ripple of anger shot through the circle of Death Eaters.
"Do not speak the Dark Lord's name with your unworthy lips," spat a woman's voice.
James immediately recognized that voice. It belonged to the voice of one of Sirius' cousins, a woman with long black hair and heavily lidded eyes. "What, afraid to speak your master's own name, Bella?" taunted James.
"Aw, little Potter remembers me, how sweet," Bellatrix Black mocked. "Too bad my dear cousin won't be able to take part in this little family reunion.
"Shut up," seethed Hermione, taking a threatening step towards the tall woman. James noticed Hermione's face was etched with loathing and anger as her back tensed and her wand arm poised into position.
"Is the Mudblood missing darling Sirius?" Bella asked, adopting a sickening baby voice. She smirked.
James head spun with confusion. "What are you talking about?" he demanded.
Hermione raised her wand, her mouth thin, her eyes flashing angrily. "Say another word and I'll make sure you never speak again."
Bella smirked as if she were amused. "You really are quite a nuisance, Mudblood. Rottura disossare," she hissed; her wand came down in a short swish and a jet of dark blue light aimed for Hermione's chest.
"Protego," Hermione retorted. The small shield stopped the effect of the curse, but the force of it hitting the shield knocked Hermione off her feet.
The circle of Death Eaters seemed to be closing in on them ever so slightly. James and Hermione scanned the area, attempting to find an escape route, or something that could potentially help them. Right as James went to raise his wand, five different things happened so fast that nobody really saw anything except the flashes of spells.
"Stupefy!" Bella was thrown off her feet and landed unconsciously.
"Locomotor mortis!"
"Avada Kedavra!" A man to Bella's right dropped lifelessly, a Death Eater's misjudged Killing curse hitting him in the gut.
"Protego!"
"Crucio!" James impulsively levitated a piece of rubble off of the street and flew it into the path of the spell; the stone smashed into pieces as the force of the unforgivable curse struck.
Harry entered the arena, approaching from behind, his eyes blazing angrily and his arm raised and dangerous. Ron, Neville Longbottom, and girl with long dirty-blonde hair and enormous blue eyes were each battling a Death Eater of their choice. So that explained the sudden hexes.
James immediately tackled Bellatrix, who had been revived, their wands clashing together in a shower of sparks. Harry immediately jumped into the fray as the Death Eaters got their wits back together after the surprising turn of events.
A resounding crack rang throughout the air, as a new arrival showed up. Albus Dumbledore arrived in a swish of a cloak, his eyes burning as he locked eyes with the Death Eaters. Fear caught in their eyes as they scrambled over each other, trying to get away from the powerful frightening headmaster in front of them.
With a swish of his wand, two men were pulled backwards and they slumped to the ground, unconscious. Ropes then sprang from Dumbledore's wand, catching the ankles of three more escaping Death Eaters. Dumbledore appeared to perform the tasks effortlessly. Two others Disapparated out of the Headmaster's reach.
The only three people who weren't aware of the old man's presence were Harry, James, and Bellatrix Lestrange. Still locked in a deadly duel, Bella cackled as she easily side-stepped Harry's jinx and quickly conjured a curse of her own, which James blocked with a shield charm.
Quite suddenly, her eyes locked on Dumbledore's. With one last look at him, Bella gripped her wand and brought it down in a slashing movement. "Crucio!" she cried loudly. James watched helplessly as the spell hit Harry square in the chest. Harry dropped to the ground, his lips clenched shut tightly as he withered in pain.
Bellatrix smirked. "You can't keep running away forever, dear Potters," she mocked. There will be a day when your old, blind Professor will no longer be able to protect you," And with that eerie announcement, Bellatrix quickly disappeared with a soft 'pop'.
"Harry," Dumbledore said, striding over to the boy who sat up abruptly, Black's spell being lifted. He wiped a trail of sweat from his forehead. "Are you alright?" their headmaster asked sternly.
"She got away! You just let her get away?" Harry asked angrily, staring around wildly as if hoping to find the dark woman. Hermione flung herself down beside him to ensure his well-being. "I'm fine, Hermione," he grumbled irritably, pushing himself up off of the ground. Ron, Neville, and Luna Lovegood ambled over to the site, each looking beat up and a little bit worse for wear.
"Where's Lily?" James demanded, jumping to the next problem after being assured Harry was alright. "She's safe right?"
Dumbledore quickly shifted his gaze from Harry to James. "What?" he asked sternly, staring intently at the young man.
"Lily was supposed to—oh no." James' eyes widened as if he had just seen something utterly terrifying.
"James, what are you talking about?" Dumbledore asked firmly yet again.
"S-She never made it back to the castle?" Hermione asked weakly as James put his head in his hands.
Swiftly and without a response, Dumbledore pulled a coin out of his robes and pointed his wand at it. The coin glowed blue for a second before going back to its normal silver color. "You five, take this portkey and go back to Hogwarts. It will activate in a minute. Do not attempt to stay here to look for Miss Evans, I do not want any of you in anymore danger. I can assure you the Death Eaters have not gone for good. I will meet you in my office with Lily." He gave Harry the coin, before striding off quickly through town, without any further explanation.
Harry rounded on Hermione. "I told you to tell them to go back to Hogwarts," he said angrily, punching his fist in his hand.
James sighed. "Lily was supposed to go. I wasn't going to leave you here."
"I can handle myself. You two were supposed to stay safe!" Harry fought.
A calm, serene voice broke through the fighting. "Excuse me, but the portkey is about to activate." Luna was standing there, quite at ease, surveying everything. There was a hectic scrambling as the five teenagers gathered around the coin in Harry's hand.
A thousand thoughts seemed to be running throughout James' mind as the coin began tingling slightly. Where was Lily? Making up his mind at the very last second, James withdrew his hand from the portkey and watched as the others disappeared from view. He was startled to see Harry standing there as well; they stared at each other briefly.
"It seems like we had the same idea," James muttered, staring at Harry, who grunted.
"I wasn't about to leave my mum."
"Neither was I," countered James. A prickling feeling erupted on the back of his neck as if they were being watched. James whipped his head around and something heavy collided with the back of his head, knocking him to the ground. He fought to stay conscious as stars erupted around his head. The last thing he was aware of was that someone had grabbed him around the arm roughly and then he passed out in a swirl of darkness.
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He was having a very strange dream. Everything was covered in thick white fog as he picked his way through it, trying to find something in the midst of nothing. "James." Someone was calling his name, but there was no one around. "James." There was the voice again, but who was it coming from? Right as the fog began to clear a sharp pain shot through his head as if someone had just struck him with a hammer.
James struggled to open a very heavy eyelid. His whole body ached and he vaguely noticed that he was freezing cold. Collecting all of his strength, he slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he noticed was that it was fairly dark in the room; the only source of light came from a conjured lit torch hanging from a grimy wall. "Oh, Merlin, James," Lily cried, flinging herself at him. He winced as she helped him sit up, rubbing the back of his head which was damp with blood. "Are you alright?" His eyes blurred slightly as he tried to focus on Lily, her image going in and out of focus. Why couldn't he remember anything?
He breathed deeply. "That depends on your definition of 'alright'," he muttered thickly. His vision finally cleared as Harry came into view, his outline pacing the floor. A large gash on his cheek had spattered his robes with blood.
"What happened?" asked James confusedly.
"Those bloody cowards snuck up on you and hit you on a head with a plank of wood; you passed out," Harry explained. "I tried to fight them off, but..." he let his words drop, shrugging disappointedly.
James blinked; so that explained the pain in his head. He looked around his surroundings. An underground tunnel spread out to either side of them, roots crawling along the walls. A set of rugged made steps led upwards; the place looked strangely familiar, but in his dazed state, he couldn't put his finger on it. Finally it clicked. "We're under the Shrieking Shack aren't we?" he asked.
Lily nodded, her eyes wide and fearful. "The tunnel from Honeydukes was a trap," she explained, staring at James. "I'm sorry that I never made it back to the castle."
Everything came flying back to James. The attack on Hogsmeade, the exploding buildings, the Death Eaters, and Lily disappearing. He suddenly reached out a pulled Lily towards him, hugging her tightly. "I'm so glad you're safe!"
Harry looked in between his parents rather uncomfortably. "Safe isn't exactly what I had in mind…"
James looked over Lily's shoulder at Harry. "What do you mean?"
"We've been brought here as special guests to Voldemort," Harry said, his tone dark.
James swore and immediately jumped up, which made his head spin violently. He groped around inside of his pockets for his wand, but couldn't find it.
"They've taken our wands too."
James swore again, making his way towards the stairs which led up to the shrieking shack. "I wouldn't try to escape if I were you," warned Harry.
As James reached the stairs he was thrown backwards by an invisible force. It knocked him clear off his feet and sent him sprawling into the wall. His headache returned again.
"The Death Eaters have put invisible barriers up so we can't escape," Lily explained, her voice quivering.
"I thought no one knew of this tunnel except me and the Marauders," said James, rubbing his aching head forcefully.
Harry laughed bluntly. "Well, and me," he added, "I've explored the Marauder's Map quite thoroughly."
They all fell silent as the sound of heavy footsteps began approaching towards them. The three quickly readied themselves as the short, plump figure of a man approached them along with the form of Lucius Malfoy.
James stared at the other figure incredulously for a clear second before realizing he actually recognized the person. "Peter?" he croaked, peering closely at the man with watery blue eyes and black robes to match Lucius'. The man's eyes seemed to widen slightly. James' heart jumped into his throat as he stared at the adult looking version of Peter Pettigrew, one of his best mates.
"Yes, your old school friend has indeed been helpful towards our cause for years now," drawled Lucius, sneering. "How do you think we found this place? And right under the nose of Dumbledore too. Wormtail let slip the position of this nifty tunnel here as well as the tunnel that leads from Hogwarts to Honeydukes. Quite ingenious how the 'four Marauders' found out about all of Hogwarts' secrets only for them to be revealed to us."
James sat there, shocked. His heart was beating like a drum on steroids inside of his chest. Peter, one of his best friends, one of the Marauders, he wouldn't—couldn't—believe it. "You're lying!" he said loudly, staring at Peter as if willing his friend to confirm that he'd just been kidnapped like the rest of them had.
Peter looked down at his feet, shuffling nervously, not daring to share eye contact with anyone in the room. When he didn't answer, James' worst fears were confirmed.
"Peter?" Lily asked, observing the man. The top of his hair was balding, almost as if he had pulled it out himself and his eyes had a permanent watery look about them, as if he were constantly on the verge of tears. A flash of silver stood out in the dark atmosphere; Lily gasped and stared curiously at one of Peter's hands, which appeared to be made out of silver.
Peter winced slightly before he began rambling. "T-The Dark Lord would like you to know how p-pleased he is that you made it here—"
Harry snorted irritably, angry that he was unable to do anything to defend himself. "As if we had a choice, Wormtail." He said, glaring.
"—and he sends you his greetings."
Lily held James back as he made a move to go and tackle Peter. "I trusted you!" he shouted, his voice echoing. "I trusted you and you betrayed me! No, you didn't just betray me; you betrayed the Marauders."
A microscopic frown flickered across Peter's face. "The D-Dark Lord sought me out. He knew I wasn't useless and that I had a way to gain people's trust. He needed my help and offered to hand me power," he broke off, glancing quickly at James who was still being restrained by Lily.
Obnoxious tutting noises issued from Lucius Malfoy's mouth, as if he were trying to show some sympathy for the current situation. "You really ought to choose your friends more wisely, Potter. Well, do have a good time while you are here," replied Lucius, taking over the situation as James began muttering a string of violent curse words directed at Peter. "I'm sure these moments will be your last. Pettigrew, let's go." The two walked away, leaving a ringing silence in their wake.
James dropped down onto the ground tiredly when Lily finally released him; he rubbed a hand through his hair. "Bloody hell," he muttered. Lily knelt down beside him, placing a trembling hand on his shoulder. "Bloody hell."
"I'm sorry, James," she said quietly, her eyes boring into his own.
Harry sat motionless, staring at where Peter had stood. "If I had had by wand…" he muttered darkly, imitating a wand movement with his arm.
"How did you know who he was?" James asked, turning to look at Harry.
Harry was silent for a long time, glaring off into space. James glanced wearily at Lily, who had taken his hand and was holding it. "Your death was as much his fault as much as it was mine," Harry finally muttered, before looking away.
"He—Peter killed me?" James asked, flabbergasted.
Harry looked at him and sighed. "I—" he sighed again at the look of betrayal on his father's face. "It all started sixteen years ago," Harry began. And he launched into the story of what had happened on that faithful Halloween night. It seemed as if he had been holding this in for a while now and the dam had finally let loose. After explaining about how he had been given to the Dursley's and then how he had gotten to Hogwarts, he stopped; he told a short version of how Voldemort had rose back to power during his fourth year, but everything else was left out.
Lily and James sat, stunned. "I'm going to kill Petunia when I see her next," Lily muttered, her fists clenched tightly together; Unexpectedly, she pulled Harry into a quick hug; Harry smiled weakly.
"I thought Sirius was your godfather," James recalled. Something had happened to Sirius, something bad if Bellatrix Lestrange had talked about it with such glee in her voice.
A look of pain shot across Harry's face as he lowered his eyes to the floor. "Who told you that?"
Before James could answer, another round of footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs, but these appeared to be softer, as if the person didn't want to be detected by anyone else.
The light from the torch revealed the man's hooded face. "Get away from me, Snivellus," James growled, as Severus Snape approached quickly, drawing off his hood and mask. In his hands he held three wands.
"As much as I would like to, Potter, I have business here," Snape answered. It seemed the reason why Snape was here talking to them hadn't been his own decision but someone else's. "Now listen up because I'm not going to repeat anything."
"Why should I—"
"You never were one to follow commands, Potter. I thought I told you to listen," Snape sneered, glaring at James. He looked around at the three Potters, waiting for any further interruptions. When none came, he continued. "There won't be much time before the Dark Lord is aware of my absence as well as yours." He revealed the three wands in his hands and threw each one back to its respected owners. "I'm going to lift these barriers. When I do they will only be deactivated for a few minutes so you'll have to get through them quickly. You may meet some resistance on the way, but at least you're armed now."
James fingered his wand and then pointed it at Snape, his eyes narrowed. "Why should I believe you? You're a filthy Death Eater." he exclaimed, extreme hatred apparent in his voice.
"It's either you trust me, Potter, or you sit here and wait for Voldemort. Take your pick," Snape answered. Snape then turned towards Harry, "and besides, Potter junior here can explain reasons why you should trust me while you go. Now go before I change my mind."
He waved his wand around the room and the barriers that had been placed around them could be seen momentarily before they disappeared again. James took this as a sign that they had been deactivated so he quickly stood up. He grabbed Lily's hand and pulled her to her feet hastily as Harry took the lead and led them out.
"Stupefy." The trio looked around in alarm and found Severus unconscious on the tunnel floor; he had stupefied himself. James shot one last look at his old arch nemesis and he realized that they both had the same enemy now.
"Come on," he demanded, deciding, grudgingly, to take Snape's advice and get out of there.
"Snape is a member of the Order of the Phoenix…Lumos," Harry explained as the three of them ran down the narrow tunnel, trying to find the path that led up underneath the Whomping Willow, their escape route.
"What's that?" Lily panted, holding her wand out in front of her. In other circumstances, Lily would have been attempting to investigate the tunnel and would wonder how Harry and James knew where and what it was. But, with the fact that Voldemort at any moment could catch up with them, Lily concentrated on the task at hand.
"A defense group," answered James, recalling the information he had heard his dad and mum discussing. "Dumbledore is head of it and it's a group dedicated to bringing down Voldemort. Why does Snape belong to it?"
"He's a spy. Voldemort thinks Snape is loyal to him; Dumbledore knows Snape is loyal to the Order. It all gets rather confusing," Harry answered, as he jumped over a root so he wouldn't trip. "Wands out!" Harry yelled, jumping out of the way as a stream of red light sped in their direction. James pushed Lily out of the way and the spell hit the wall of the tunnel.
"Stupefy!" James and Harry both yelled at the same time. The sound of something very heavy falling to the ground announced that their spell had found its mark.
A second Death Eater announced his presence as another spell whizzed over their heads and crashed into the side of the tunnel. Without warning, a deep rumbling, as if it were coming from within the very heart of the tunnel, began filling the passageway as the ground started vibrating.
"Ouch," Lily exclaimed suddenly, rubbing the top of her head. "Something hard just hit my head."
"Uh oh," James muttered, looking up. The tunnel began shaking as clumps of dirt and pieces of rock began falling from the roof of the tunnel. "This can't be good."
With a large crunching sound, a large crack wove its way across the ceiling, making intricate patterns into the dirt and stone walls. An abrupt bang thundered around the tunnel, the sound reverberating off the walls. And then there was silence as the fires of hell broke loose.
"Watch out!" Harry called out. The three of them threw themselves onto the ground, worries of Death Eaters being thrown out of their mind, as the roof of the tunnel began to cave in on top of them.
Lily waved her wand and conjured up a shield surrounding the three of them. Large pieces of rock narrowly avoided their heads as the pieces fell and cracked onto the ground, bouncing over and off the glowing shield.
As quickly as it started, it stopped, and all was calm. The three of them hesitantly stood up and surveyed the area. A wall of dirt, pebbles, and boulders blocked the way they had just come.
"Well," stated James. "That should stop anyone from coming after us."
"Yeah," agreed Harry. "But not from coming towards us." A small group of Death Eaters had approached to see what was happening, and consequently had found the teenagers. The two different sides simply stood and stared at each other, Lily, James, and Harry realizing they were trapped.
"Did you really think I was going to let you escape that easily?"
A tall figure emerged from behind the group of Death Eaters, who all parted to make a path for him. A long slender lit wand was held in between the man's thin, bony fingers. His face held the look of a man who had once been very handsome, but evil had torn away at it.
The light that glowed from his wand reflected in his blood red eyes, staring upon the sight heartlessly as he surveyed them, a thin ghostly smile spreading across his dry lips.
The voice chilled James to the bone and he heard Lily gasp from beside him. He clutched his wand tightly as if his life depended on it, which he realized it probably did.
Lord Voldemort had found them, and they had no way out.
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Well, I hoped you enjoyed that. Now it's time for me to go run and hide in some faraway country no one has ever heard of.
Until next time!
--HeyLookTheSnitch
