And When The Dawn Begins
Quidditch Anyone?
"Harry? Come on, Harry,"
"Go 'way, 's' too early."
Ron grinned as Harry tried to roll away from him, and proceeded to fall over the edge of the bed.
"That's your fault, Ron."
"Oh – I know – but it doesn't make it any less funny."
Harry glared at his friend, but untangled himself from the sheets on the floor anyway, and started to look for his robes.
"Hurry up, Harry – we're going to be late to breakfast!"
"Ugh – what day is it, Ron?"
"Tuesday, lost track already? You've only been back since yesterday evening,"
"Give it a rest Ron, I'm up – OK – no need for any more encouragement!"
"Well somebody had to wake you up, it's not my fault I got stuck with the job.."
**
"And just where have you two been? Breakfast is over!"
"Don't look at me – it's sleepyhead over there, for once, I was up before him."
Harry rolled his eyes, "I was tiered – so kill me!"
"Okay – touchy touchy – here's your schedule, anyway, Harry"
Harry glanced at his schedule and inwardly groaned,
"Pleeeease, tell me I've read that wrong?!"
Hermione giggled, "Let me guess – you saw today's first lesson?"
"It's not fair – I'm unconscious for God only knows how long, then stuck in the infirmary for two days, and the first lesson I have when I finally get back, is double potions with the bloody Slytherins! What on earth did I do to deserve this?"
"First of all Harry, it was 3 days, second, don't swear, thirdly – perhaps the secret map, or the sneaking into the kitchen, or the various detent-"
"Ok, Hermione – what are you his mother? Honestly.."
"Anyway," Harry interrupted before the two could get into one of their usual arguments, "Who should I vote for this evening, Ron?"
"For Captain? I don't know – Fred and George would be a laugh, but Alicia would be good, but then so would Katie – I tell you what,"
"What?" Harry asked, waiting for a helpful answer.
"I'm think…..that I'm sure glad I don't have to pick," and then sprinted off as Harry gave him an amused glare, before chasing after him.
They headed vaguely towards the potions dungeon, not really noticing when they actually ran past it, to the bemused glances of their fellow Gryffindors, (The Slytherins had no need to arrive early.)
"You come back here Ron Weasley – I want an answer"
"No way!"
Ron suddenly screeched to a halt, as he almost ran straight into Professor McGonagall.
"Weasley, Potter – what do you think you are doing? Especially you, Potter – this is not the behaviour expected of a prefect!"
"A what?" Ron asked, his mouth open.
"I'm a p-prefect?"
"Yes – don't tell me, the headmaster forgot to mention it – I declare, that man gets more forgetful every day…"
With this she turned round and walked off, only to turn round and snap "Well, get to class" at the two boys still stood, frozen in place.
"Well. That was unexpected"
"Hermione is one thing – but me? They seriously expect me not to break any rules –look at my record!"
Harry turned round to talk to Ron, but found that he was already walking back to the potions class.
"Ron? Wait up!"
Ron span around, his face contorted in a strange look,
"Just - just leave me alone Harry."
With that, he continued to walk to class, leaving Harry, who was very confused, to follow in his wake.
Upon reaching their lesson, the two walked in a couple of minutes late, but were surprised to say the least when they entered a noisy class, obviously missing one obnoxiously mean teacher. Ron walked briskly away from Harry, sitting down next to a fairly surprised Neville Longbottom. Harry went to sit down next to Hermione, who looked please, but puzzled.
"What's up?" She asked, , watching as Harry walked forward, still slightly dazed. When she didn't receive an answer, Hermione frowned, and waited until he sat down, still, a blank look on his face.
"Harry" she said, poking him in the side.
"What?" He finally replied, blinking and turning to look at her.
"I said, what's up?"
"Oh – well, we just ran, literally I might add, into McGonagall, and she said I'm a prefect!"
"That's great!" she replied, giving him a quick hug. "Isn't it?"
"I don't know – Ron isn't very happy about it."
"Not this again – look – just talk to him – OK?"
"Sure – but I don't see wh-"
Harry was suddenly interrupted as Professor Snape walked briskly into the classroom, looking slightly dishevelled, and not at all his usual self.
"QUIET, CLASS!"
This quickly gathered the classes attention, who snapped into silence, the Gryffindors looking decidedly uncomfortable, and expecting some form of punishment.
"Well? Are you going to stare at me all day, or are you going to open your books to page 112?"
The class, in particular the Gryffindors, thanked the stars, and quickly opened their books. Harry, however, was watching Snape whilst doing so, wondering why he was acting so oddly. It was then that it struck him, the task he had been sent on at the end of last year – what was it? (I know it may seem fairly obvious to me and you – but it might not to Harry – OK?)
"Harry!"
Harry was broken from his thoughts by Hermione franticly trying to get his attention onto the potion they were instructed to make. He set to work, doing exactly whatever Hermione told him, not giving a second thought to anything, except what he had decided last night. He had to start today – there was no time to spare.
"Harry – you're cutting them too big,"
"Well do it yourself then, if you're so bothered."
Hermione recoiled at his answer, but put it down to lack of sleep - or being worried about Ron, and continued to do so for the rest of the lesson, and whilst Harry continued to act in much the same way, she tried vainly to make some sort of conversation.
"Are you going to talk to Ron then?"
"No – if he wants to be friends, he can talk to me."
"Who are you going to vote for captain then?"
"Why do you care – you hate Quidditch."
"Are you pleased about being a prefect?"
"You should know – you're one aren't you?"
Snape watched the two talking in slight amusement, knowing exactly what was going on. But then, he didn't understand why it was. Of course – he understood very little about the Gryffindors, least of all Potter.
Harry couldn't bare to look at Hermione while he acted like this – he didn't want to see the hurt look in her eyes, and so he kept his own strictly on the bubbling cauldron. "This is for the best" he lamented, "if I don't do this, something bad will happen to them, I have to carry on."
And he did. A silence eventually fell, and at the end of the lesson, he started to walk off ahead of Hermione, leaving her packing her books.
"Wait, Potter, I want a word."
Hermione gave Harry a sympathetic glance as she walked past, only to receive a stony glare in response, leaving her to retreat, and hurry after Ron.
Once the class had departed, Harry stood patiently whilst Professor Snape collected together his things.
"I know what you're doing, Potter."
Harry stared in shock at the professor.
"What?"
"Deliberately angering you friends to distance them."
"I'm doing no such thing, a fall about between me and my friends is none of your business, sir."
"No cheek, Potter – I just want to know why, and don't try denying it again, I can see through it."
Harry stared at Snape, arms crossed over his chest defensively, before he slowly lowered them in submission.
Severus watched as Harry's eyes betrayed his true feelings, and he saw, for perhaps the first time, the pleasant side of Harry Potter, which he had been blinded from previously, by hatred of the former Potter.
"I had a dream."
"You're basing your facts on a dream?"
"Yes, well, I've had these sort of dreams before, where I saw a man being killed, by Voldemort, and they were talking about Bertha Jorkins . They come true. I see events that are happening around Voldemort."
Snape didn't say anything, as Harry shook his head sadly.
"I had another one last night. Voldemort was there, he said – he said that he was going to kill all my friends until I do what he wants."
"So you decided that if you had no friends, there would be nobody to kill – right?"
"Yes – you happy now? You got the truth – can I go?"
"Just one thing, Potter, there's probably nobody who can understand better than me in this situation. Don't look at me like you smelled bad fish – I don't like it any more than you, but do you know what I've been doing these past weeks? No? I've been spying on Voldemort, and unless I'm very much mistaken, he's not fooled by me at all, as I didn't know any of this. I won't lie Potter – I don't like you very much – very much at all, but it seems we're in pretty much the same boat now. I won't pretend your scheme will work, but you do what you want."
"Can I go now?"
"Yes."
Harry turned around and walked towards the exit, heaving the heavy door open. He considered something, and then turned around, saying, through clenched teeth, "Thanks," before walking off, muttering "Saying thank you to Snape – God, that's it Potter – you've officially lost it."
The Professor had to smirk at that.
**
"What, Ron, is wrong with Harry?" Hermione snapped, her hands on her hips in frustration.
"I don't know – why?"
"First off, he comes in and seems upset about being made a prefect, second – he was incredibly - incredibly – well nasty, to me all through potions!"
"I wouldn't have a clue Hermione.."
"Oh yes you would Ron Weasley, what happened before you came to class – he was fine before then!"
"Look – nothing happened, it's hardly my fault Harry's being grouchy."
With that, Ron walked off down the hall, leaving Hermione to scuttle after, trying to keep up with his long strides.
**
Harry headed slowly for the Quidditch pitch, no longer trying desperately to decide who to vote for, but trying to shake the idea that Snape had just come close to being nice to him. He was still walking forward, not looking where he was going, when he walked straight into Ron.
"Watch it, Weasley," he said without raising his head, not trusting himself to look at his friends face. He marched off quickly again, leaving Ron stood with his mouth wide open.
"Harry – wait!" Ron quickly caught up to Harry, "I wanted to say sorry for snapping at you before."
"A bit late now, Weasley – should have thought of that one before you opened your big mouth, now sod off, I have to go to practice."
Again, Ron was left stood, gaping. This time, however, he didn't chase after Harry, but left him, wondering if this was the end of their friendship.
**
Harry was the last person to reach the changing rooms. When he got there, the rest of the team was talking amongst themselves. Fred and George grinned as he came in.
"Finally!"
"Everybody grab a quill then," Fred said, handing Harry a small slip of parchment.
Harry realised that he still hadn't decided, and set about trying to think whilst the air was filled with the sound of quill nibs scratching. He finally scribbled something down, folded it, and handed it to George.
Once everyone had finished, the twins opened them up, totalling the votes, grinning as they did so.
"Well – we have a new captain, but first of all.."
"Which of you wrote, and I'm naming no names, Harry, 'I don't have a clue – don't ask'?"
Harry looked down sheepishly, "Sorry – I honestly didn't have a clue, I was stuck – wait, how did you know it was me?"
"Well, I don't think you would have voted for yourself, and that's what every other slip of paper says."
"WHAT?"
"Congrats Harry – when do we start then?"
"I can't do this – I can't – Ron, he'll….."
Harry looked around at the team, slightly panicked. They were watching him strangely.
"Ron'll what?"
"I – I – just pick somebody else, please?"
Fred sighed. "Look, Harry – we don't want anybody else – as long as you're playing, you'll be captain."
"but if I'm captain, he'll go mad, it'll be worse – but – but…pleeaaaaaaaseeeeee?"
"Harry – what are you going on about? God – anybody would think you were mad -turning down being captain…"
"Well, why won't one of you do it then?"
"Because, Harry, we want you to do it, we're all leaving this year – what would be the point?"
Fred smiled, obviously having thought of something.
"Either you play as captain, Harry, or you don't play at all."
He folded his arms in a satisfied manner, knowing quite well how much Harry loved playing Quidditch. Harry's eyes widened in shock, and then he looked up at the other students, he face creased in a sad frown.
"Fine."
Alicia grinned. "Knew you'd see it our way, Harry, so, wha-"
"Where you going, Harry?" Katie said, frowning as Harry headed for the door.
"You'll need to find a new seeker then," Harry said, shutting the door behind him, leaving an eerie silence hanging over the room.
"Way to go, Fred. What the hell have you done?!"
"I don't get it - Harry loves Quidditch – more than anything – I didn't think he'd stop for anything!"
"Wait – I'm confused, what did Ron have to do with all of this?" Alicia looked over at the twins. "Do either of you know?"
"I wouldn't have a clue – unless – shit!" Fred exclaimed.
George seemed to cotton on. " Oh God – this is just like last year – the tournament – Ron was steamed for days when Harry was entered, they fell out for ages!"
"I don't get it."
"Me neither."
"Me three."
"Ron's jealous – that's it!" George whispered in amazement.
"And Harry not only turned down captaincy so Ron wouldn't get mad, he flaming well quit the bloody team too."
"So what can we do?"
"Speak to Ron is what – he's bound to feel daft when he hears what Harry's done…"
**
Harry stormed out of the changing rooms, heading straight for the Gryffindor tower, and his dormitory. As he stepped through the portrait, he came face to face with Hermione, who was surprised by Harry's sad face.
"Harry, Wha-"
"Leave me the hell alone, Granger."
The common room span around to see what was going on, and were surprised to see Harry Potter, who had never been known to speak so much as two cross words to anyone except Malfoy, marching quickly up to the boys dormitory. Hermione was still stood by the portrait, eyes slowly starting to water at her friends incessant harsh words.
The portrait next to her opened, and Fred and George both stepped into the room.
"Hey, Hermione, seen Ron?"
"Or Harry for that matter."
Hermione blubbed (!?) slightly, and ran up to her own dormitory.
Neville walked up to the twins, hands twisting in front of him awkwardly.
"Erm, well – Ron I haven't seen. Harry, well, Harry just stormed in here, and yelled at Hermione, he called her Granger! Anyway, he went upstairs – do you know what's wrong?"
The two brothers glanced at each other guiltily.
"Harry was voted captain."
"He was? That's great!"
The trio now had the whole room's attention.
"Yeah, well, God only knows why, but Harry doesn't want to be captain."
"WHAT?"
"That's not it."
The twins shifted uncomfortably on their feet, wringing their hands in anxiety.
"We kind of, sort of, gave him an ultimatum."
"If he wanted to play, he had to play as captain."
"And?"
"He quit the bloody team!"
The contents of the common room now simultaneously hurled abuse at the twins, who cringed, and ran from the room, saying they were going looking for Ron.
**
George and Fred finally came across Ron in the kitchen, getting a drink from the house elves.
"Ah- Ron, we need a word."
"Rather urgent, actually."
"A matter of life, or of neck wringing by many very, very mad Gryffindors,"
"What?" Ron asked, losing patience as it became clear he was not going to like what was coming.
"Well – how do you feel about Harry being a prefect?" Fred rushed this sentence out in a stream of air.
"Fine."
The twins exchanged glances.
"Yeah."
"Right."
"Just as fine as you were about the tournament last year."
Ron turned red, and frowned at his brothers, who stood there with their arms crossed in a menacing way.
"Okay – not so fine – but why? Harry's not even talking to me!"
"What do you mean?
Ron blushed again.
"Yes – well, I kind of bit his head off after he found out he was a prefect, then wouldn't sit next to him in potions. I think he's kinda mad…"
"That's not like Harry though – he doesn't usually get mad as easily as that."
"He been downright mean to Hermione all day too, I don't understand it, he was fine this morning."
"He was fine with us -well at least until it came to voting.."
Fred glanced at Ron, "Are you sure you two aren't friends at the minute?"
"Certain, why?"
George looked puzzled.
"Well, Harry got voted captain, but then he started talking gibberish, about you getting mad, and refused to be captain."
"HE WHAT?"
"He turned down the captaincy."
Ron stood there gobsmacked. "It's my fault -why else would he do it? I don't understand why though - he's acting like he hates me!" He then noticed that Fred and George's ears were flushed red, and they were shuffling their feet slightly.
"That's not it, is it?"
"Er – no, not exactly."
"Oh, no, Fred here decided to make things ten times worse."
"I didn't know he react like that, did I? I thought he loved Quidditch.."
"What have you done now?"
"I kind of offered Harry an ultimatum, and he quit the team…" Fred trailed off.
"WHAT?"
"We thought if it was cos of you, you could talk to him, but – have you really fallen out?"
They looked extremely desperate, and, Ron supposed, they would be. Fred had made Harry quit, and now there would be a large number of people out for revenge..in the nicest possible way of course….
"Look, I tried to apologise – he called me 'Weasley' and told me to 'sod off', I think I can safely say, Harry is mad at me – Ok?"
With that, Ron walked off, leaving the twins with only one option left. McGonagall.
**
"So, boys, explain to me one more time what happened, just so I am clear on exactly what it is you two have done this time."
"We caused Harry to quit the team."
"One day before the first match! What possessed you – he's probably the best seeker we've ever had!"
"We didn't think he'd quit, we just wanted him to accept being captain."
"Well – why can't you just pick someone else, and ask him to come back as seeker?"
"Because there's no point – we're all leaving next year, Harry has to do it!"
"If only he wasn't so blo-" George started, McGonagall narrowed her eyes. "So nice.."
"What do you mean?" The Professor asked.
"He's only turned it down so Ron won't get jealous, except he isn't talking to Ron anyway,"
"We're a little confused to say the least, Professor."
"Can you talk to him, please professor – make him change his mind?"
McGonagall looked like she would rather have thrown something at them, but being nearly as mad about the continuation of her house's success as the house itself, she calmly said, "fine, could you go and fetch him for me boys?"
"Yes, Professor,"
"Thank you, Professor."
Fred and George walked out of the room, making great sweeping bows, saluting McGonagall, and went to find Harry.
**
"Harry! Come on – we're not kidding!"
"McGonagall really wants to talk to you – open the door already!"
"I am not being captain, now go away."
Fred and George exchanged glances, and then pulled lock picks out of their pockets. They started fiddling in the lock.
"Don't bother – I've put a charm up – you can't get it unlocked" Harry called from inside the room.
The twins yet again exchanged looks, and then both charged at the door, knocking it off it's hinges.
"More than one way to skin a cat" Fred said (I've always thought that to be a rather morbid saying)
Harry glared as the twins pushed the door back into the gap, shrugging as it fell onto the floor again.
"You, are coming with us."
With that, they grabbed his arms and legs, and carried him out of the room, easily stopping his vain struggling. As they reached the common room, Harry shouted,
"Will somebody please help?"
However, as usual, everyone left the twins to their own devices, even if they were dangling Harry Potter as if on an invisible stretcher.
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Thanks very much everyone." He struggled again.
"Why do I have to be so bloody small – this wouldn't be happening if I was as big as Dudley." Harry thought for a moment. "Scratch that one – nobody wants to be as big as that."
The twins grinned as Harry talked to himself, continuing to complain about being carried.
( A/n – talking to yourself is not the first sign of madness – it is the only way of getting a sensible conversation!)
They entered into a room, and dumped Harry onto the floor with a bump.
"Here you go Professor – one Harry Potter, as requested."
"Er – thank you gentlemen – now, off you go."
**
The twins waited patiently outside their professor's office whilst she talked to Harry. Finally, he walked out, grinning.
"Well?" They asked.
"She says I can play, without being captain!"
"What?"
"Yeah- so – I'll see you tomorrow for the match then!"
With that, he walked off, heading back towards the common room, leaving Fred and George walking into McGonagall's office.
"Er – professor – Harry seems to think he isn't captain-"
"I though you were going to convince him?"
"You said it yourselves, Potter thinks he isn't captain. And I thought you two were supposed to be sneaky…honestly…
The twins stared at their usually strict teacher, gaping.
"Y- you lied?"
"I did no such thing Weasley, I simply twisted the truth – In reply to Potter's question 'Can I play without being Captain?' I said, 'You can play." It is not my fault he took it to mean he wasn't captain now is it?"
"Oh no,"
"Not at all."
**
At breakfast, Harry sat with the team, who kept exchanging sly glances. Hermione and Ron sat at the other end of the table, but kept shooting glances towards the team, noticing that Harry didn't look their way once.
"He's back on the team then." Ron commented in monotone.
Hermione threw her hands up in frustration, " I don't get it – why's he acting like this. He quits the team so you won't get mad, but he's been acting like Malfoy towards us!"
"You still coming to watch the match though – right?"
"Of course – it'll only get worse if we don't."
**
"And here come the Gryffindors, Weasley, Weasley, Spinnet, Bell, Johnson, Potter and the newly appointed keeper – Daley"
Lee Jordan's commentary rang out through the stadium as the teams marched out, clad in their respective colours, Gryffindor Maroon, Slytherin Green.
"This match recognises the start of the new Quidditch season here at Hogwarts, and one which will no doubt be, as ever, filled with drama. To start with, it would appear that whilst the Slytherin captain, Malfoy is standing on the centre spot, the Gryffindor captain yet to appear. The Gryffindor captaincy has been the topic of much discussion around the school, and it appears it remains unresolved. Oh – wait – it appears that Fred and George Weasley are making the first move – but – they're moving away from Malfoy and are stood in front of Potter! Well, how about this for pre match entertainment! There appears to be some sort of a problem within the ranks of Gryffindor, the twins are trying to pull Potter forward, but Potter appears to be pulling back."
This, indeed, was what was going on in the centre of the pitch, a pulling competition between the Weasley twins and Harry Potter, which, despite the difference in size, Harry was suprisingly winning. The crowd, well, ¾ of the crowd, were cheering on the twins who tugged mercilessly on Harry's arms.
"And now it seems the rest of the team has decided to get in on the action, and Potter is beaten into submission by the addition of the three chasers to the opposing team. He is dragged to the centre spot, and – wait – does that mean - yes, I think it does – Harry Potter, although it seems to be by force, is the new Gryffindor Captain, and he certainly does not look happy about this at all. Perhaps it is with the prospect of shaking the opposing captains hand ."
"JORDAN"
"Right – sorry Professor, why wouldn't anyone love to shake Draco Malfoy's hand? As we watch on, Potter's team mates are forcing his arm to reach out towards Malfoy, who himself is looking less than pleased about the current situation. What's that Harry? Sorry folks, I'm having trouble hearing Mr Potter from up here, it looks like 'I am not captain', but I think it is safe to say his team-mates do not agree."
Harry rolled his eyes towards the commentary box as Lee Jordan started to laugh. He finally gave up and snapped " Can we just get on with the match already then?"
"And it seems the match is finally to get underway, and as the balls are released skywards, the teams leap into the air, and our first match this year is underway."
Harry rose into the air, smiling as he returned to one of the situations in which he felt most comfortable. He was disturbed from his thought as a voice sneered,
"Too scared to be captain, Potter?"
Harry chose to ignore Malfoy's comment and continued to search for the snitch, whilst keeping a vague eye on what was going on below him.
**
"And as we now enter our 2 hour of play, the match begins to slow a little as players start to tire. There is still no sign of the snitch, and the seekers are looking more than a little bored with the situation, Potter, more than once this match getting involved as a 4th chaser, with little better to do. Because of this one man advantage, as Malfoy seems to be concentrating on searching for the ever elusive snitch, Gryffindor are leading 210 to 150. A raincloud is now starting to appear over the pitch, and surely, if this continues for much longer, a break will be called."
The crowd seemed to be semi–asleep, listening only half – hearted to Lee's attempts at an interesting commentary, when obviously, very little was going on. Many people were talking about venturing towards the castle as it looked more like rain, but seemed reluctant to leave in case they missed something. They were suddenly woken from their stupor by Lee Jordan's excited, but slightly croaky shouts.
"And both teams seekers, Malfoy and Potter, are soaring skywards, heading for the rather large, black rain cloud! Potter slightly ahead as we see them enter.."
There was a pause, as nobody could see what was going on inside the cloud…
**
Harry streaked through the mist, eyes narrowing towards the faint glimmer in the distance. He was all to aware of Malfoy, hot on his tails. They were heading straight up in a vertical climb, following the golden sphere's every move. Harry was gaining closer, a few more inches..He stretched out his hand, and grinned as he felt it clasp around the cold metal. He slowed to a halt within seconds, and turned around to head back, only to see Malfoy, eyes wide in terror only a few feet below him.
There was no time. Harry closed his eyes, and held onto this broom for dear life. When Malfoy hit, his broom was spun around, and he hung upside down, holding on only by his legs. He suddenly felt something tug on his arm, and opened them to find Malfoy clinging onto him, his broom nowhere to be seen. Harry suddenly realised how high up they were, and what would happen if one of them were to fall, but his broomstick was not designed for two people. Malfoy's hand started to slip…
**
"Still no sign of either seeker – but wait – something is moving –it's –it's – a broom – with no rider –does anybody know whose it is? Where's the rider? Wait - can everyone see that? Good God, Harry's upside down, holding on by his feet
the snitch in one hand, and Draco Malfoy seems to be holding on to the other by the thinnest of margins, well I never thought I'd see the day. At least both are safe and well…."
As he spoke, Draco lost his grip on Harry, and started plummeting to earth.
"And Malfoy is falling fast, Potter throws the snitch away, rights himself and falls into one of his famous dives…and…and…yes, he's caught him! The two seekers are now gliding gently to the ground, and whoops – Potter 'accidentally' drops Malfoy a few feet off the ground, before landing on the ground himself. Madam Hooch has declared it a Gryffindor victory, since the snitch was clearly caught. Well - what an exciting first match folks…"
**
Draco looked up and realised for the first time just who it had been he was clinging on to.
Thanks, Scar Face," he managed through clenched teeth.
"You owe me nothing – just go away"
"Fine."
"Fine."
The two turned around, facing back to back, and proceeded to march off the pitch.
"Well, it's certainly nice to see that some things stay the same, even after near death experiences – this is Lee Jordan, signing off – GO GRYFFINDOR"
"JORDAN – WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT FAIR COMMENTARY…."
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