A/N: I have noticed how many people have trouble writing Sorting Hat songs (myself among them) if there are any talented poets out there reading this story, or anyone who knows a talented poet, I was thinking of collecting Sorting Hat songs and putting them up as a 'story' and giving other authors the right to use them in their stories. If you (or someone you know) is willing to send me Sorting Hat songs, send them wolfmoon44@hotmail.com, and I'll put them up! Thanks for reading this (and hopefully responding to it as well) now on with the chapter!!
Chapter Fourteen:
The next two weeks passed in a comfortable blur. It took about this long for Harry to realise that he'd not had a dream of Voldemort since the first time.
'We are blocking them,' Lily told him. 'It doesn't make anything easier for you having to put up with those dreams, we'll tell you if we see something that you need to know about.'
'Thanks mum,' Harry replied. He was pretty much accustomed to having his parents in his mind all the time, and no longer felt as if their bickering would drive him insane.
Well … not most of the time anyway.
The thing that was causing him to get annoyed was that Ron and Hermione behaved in the same manner – always arguing. Harry didn't mind too much, because if his parents were any guide it meant that they were falling for each other, but it did get on his nerves.
At least the voices of the rest of his relatives didn't come and annoy him unless he called to them because he wants to talk or to get information.
He and the team were practicing hard, and they'd found several new members for the next years team – including Ginny, Colin and a girl named Rose (all from the same year) as the Chasers and Dennis, who could double as a beater.
This meant that they only had to find another two Beaters, as Angelina and Harry both agreed that it was harder to find a decent Seeker than it was to find a good Beater.
With the upcoming match against the Ravenclaw team, the old and new players actually played almost proper games, although Fred and George worked on separate teams and they'd had to get one of the other seventh years to come and play Keeper.
This proved to be a good method, the players switching around on the two teams so that old and new players played together. They shared it with their friends, not caring that the Ravenclaws could copy – they were all friends and it didn't really matter who won, to any of them.
During practice one night Harry smiled viciously and dropped into a screaming dive, hurling for the ground as fast as possible, and even with a Firebolt, that was fast.
Dennis didn't even try to catch up with him, though he headed downwards in a dive of his own pace anyway, to get the practice. Harry pulled out of the dive and waited, a foot above the ground, for the other boy to reach him.
"Hey Dennis, why don't you try the Firebolt," Harry suggested, "that way you can practice diving with me, and manage to keep up – I think I can give you a fair run with a Nimbus 2000."
This was what Dennis's family had gotten him, and it was fairly good. Harry, though, was more than a match for Firebolt, even with a Nimbus 2000 as his broom.
"Really?" Dennis asked excitedly, eyes widen with surprise at the offer.
"Really," Harry replied with a faint smile, dismounting and handing it to Dennis, before mounting the Nimbus 2000 and taking off. The broom was nothing to the Firebolt, but Harry didn't mind too much, he remembered using his own precious broom for two years before it was broken in a storm.
Taking off, the pair of them flew, Dennis keeping close to Harry and listening to what Harry told him about Quidditch, the things that were good about different moves and such.
They ended up by doing Wronski Feints, Harry teaching Dennis to be able to pull up with a seconds warning. Dennis had some talent in the area, not nearly as much as Harry, but some.
The day of the match dawned bright and clear, Harry smiled at his friends on the team, nodded companionably to the Ravenclaws and sat down to eat a light breakfast at the Gryffindor table before heading out to the pitch to change.
Harry waited patiently while Angelina gave the team a pep talk, even though they were only facing friends, they had to be at least a little vicious, because they couldn't just give in because of friendship.
Harry had no doubt that Cho, who was the captain of the other team, would be saying some of the same kind to her own team, but thoughts were cut off when they headed out onto the pitch.
Harry smiled faintly, the whole place was decked out in Ravenclaw blue and Gryffindor gold, the Slytherins were wearing neither colour but didn't want to miss out on the entertainment.
The two teams smiled at each other while the captains shook hands and the teams mounted their brooms. Harry headed straight up when the whistle blew, and Cho followed.
Harry searched for the Snitch, eyes flickering over the field quickly, his ears picking up Lee Jordan's commentary, following the game without really paying that much attention.
He sighed, the Snitch was no where in sight, but he kept moving, always searching for the familiar glint of gold. Cho marked him, always close by, though she too searched for the Snitch.
He kept an eye on her movements, knowing well that she was good at the game and could see the Snitch before he did, and if she did, he could keep up with her easily.
The game had been going for almost an hour, the score was 140-100 to Gryffindor, thanks to Ron's skills as a Keeper and the Chasers ease at working together.
Suddenly Harry saw the Snitch, it was high in the air, a wind had blown up, and it might be a little dangerous up there, but Harry didn't mind, he was, after all, an Elemental Mage.
Certainly he didn't want to use his talents to help him win the game, if he could help it, and that would tell everyone who didn't know that he was and Elemental Mage, another thing he didn't really feel like doing.
Cho saw where he was going, saw the Snitch and nodded to him, as if saying, if you can catch it, it's yours, I'm not going to try that.
Harry smiled briefly, and hurtled up as fast as he could, eyes on the Snitch, every inch of his concentration focused on it, the moment he was close enough, his hand shot out, catching the small winged ball firmly in his hand, turning the broom for the ground in the same movement.
The cheers of the crowd (minus, of course, the Slytherins) mingled with the screaming of the wind in his ears, the two teams headed down with him.
Before the excited Gryffindors could come bounding onto the pitch and congratulate the second year that Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup, though not in a row, since, of course, there hadn't been any Quidditch the year before, Cho held out a hand to Harry.
"Well played Harry, but that was a big risk you took, going up there," she remarked. "I'm just glad it wasn't me. You're good – maybe you'll go enter the league sometime …"
Harry smiled at her. "Thanks Cho," she let go of his hand and went to join her own team as the Ravenclaws came to congratulate them on a game well played, even if they hadn't won.
Angelina and Harry came over to Professor Dumbledore, and lifted the Quidditch Cup into the air. Harry noticed that the Slytherins had slunk of the field looking cheated.
He felt like he was bursting with happiness – this was just as great as the last time he'd won the cup, and he didn't think he'd felt this happy since being in the Seekers Academy – it seemed to squash happiness out of a person, that place, make every happy moment a possible threat, so you were looking for the threat rather than enjoying yourself.
'Well done kid. I'm sorry you couldn't be a Chaser like me, but anyone could see that a Seeker is the position for you. Great game!' His father laughed.
'I was a Seeker on the Gryffindor team, you get it from me, I suppose,' his mother added. 'They might have said you looked like James, but you had my talents and such.'
That set the pair of them off on an argument over what Harry had inherited from whom, and he shut them out with a sigh.
Two weeks later the O.W.L.'s (Ordinary Wizarding Levels) began, Harry wasn't in the least nervous, as his parents, while they wouldn't help, since Lily would let James and wouldn't herself either, and Harry probably won't let them anyway, had told him that with the amount of knowledge he had, he could probably pass the N.E.W.T's (Nasty Exhausting Wizard Tests) easily enough.
Hermione was reading just about every book in the Library, studying constantly and Ron was with her pretty much every time. She tried to get Harry to study, but he told her that he'd learned all of their textbooks off by heart, pretty much, at the Seekers Academy. "I'll be fine, Hermione. You and Ron study, I'll help and that way I can make sure I've got everything that I might need."
From that statement on, whenever one of them needed a passage from a book, they just asked Harry, it continually delighted Ron to have him spout of the textbooks word for word. It became a game – try and find a passage Harry couldn't remember.
They hadn't succeeded yet.
Along with this, the Young Phoenixes were training hard a lot of the time, and progressing well. Harry knew that some of them would want to go to the Seekers Academy, and he was considering talking to Tiger – Shadow Master – about getting some of them into the Academy, to teach them how to fight and such, before setting up an exclusive school for teaching the fighting arts to those who would join the Phoenixes later, a standing army waiting for the rise of the next Dark Lord, to hopefully stop him – or her – before they could get far.
He wasn't sure if it would work, however, so he told them that they should just join the Order of the Phoenix if they wanted to, until he'd gotten around to organizing anything else.
Now Harry was in the Transfiguration exam, the writing part. Discuss the difficulties of taking on an Animagus form. Harry smiled to himself – he hadn't mentioned that he was an animagus himself.
The essay was easy and he finished it in record time. Then it was off to Charms, the practicals would take place the next week, once all of the written exams had been done.
Harry moved through the various exams easily enough, he'd learnt all of this a long time ago, for him at least. He'd had an extra year on all of his classmates anyway.
Once he and Ron had finished their exams (for Ron, excluding Divination, since they only had the one exam, the practical one.)
He and Ron wandered around the castle, slightly bored, waiting for Hermione to finish her last exams. Ron was fairly certain he'd failed everything, because, as he'd admitted with a shaky grin, he forgot everything he'd tried so hard to memorize the moment he was faced with the test.
Harry, however, thought that Ron would have done fairly well, even if his friend was fairly certain this was not the case. Harry said nothing about it, knowing that they would find out soon enough what was happening.
Hermione was fretting that she hadn't got all of the information she'd be needing for the last exams she had. Harry and Ron could not console her, so they gave up and started playing the 'book game' as they called it.
The next week the practical exams were held. Harry and the Young Phoenixes were fairly certain they'd pretty well in all of their subjects, since the ones in fifth year could ask the advice of those in the years above them, or Harry's.
Those tests too passed without much thought, in Harry's case at least. Everyone else was worried and nervous, but Harry knew perfectly well that he'd be fine.
Ron and Hermione both spent hours revising what Harry was sure were every one of the spells that they'd learnt that year … and the Potions, for which even Hermione asked Harry's help, as he was the only Gryffindor who was mildly good at Potions, having escaped Snape's teaching methods for some of the time.
The next week passed easily for Harry, fretfully for the rest of his year, all, Harry later reflected, were hell to live with while they were waiting for the results to come out.
They'd be announced at a special meeting of all of the fifth year students, a feast of sorts for them alone. This apparently happened every year, and from what Ron's older brothers had said, it also happened when the seventh years passed their N.E.W.T's.
Harry left the Gryffindor common room in disgust one night, because everyone was complaining or fretting about how they had done. He made his way down to the Staff Wing to Sirius's room.
Walking inside calmly, Harry smiled to see Remus and Sirius engaged in a chess game – they seemed pretty evenly matched and both were concentrating so hard that neither of them even noticed the presence of another in the room until Harry sat down beside the table that the board was set on, and smiled when they both started violently.
"Harry! We didn't hear you come in!" Yelped Sirius, nearly oversetting the game.
"That's because you were concentrating too hard, Sirius. I knocked, three times and opened the door fairly loudly," Harry replied coolly, grinning.
Sirius smiled faintly but maintained a somewhat embarrassed silence. Harry grinned at him and turned to Remus. "I haven't had much time to talk to you, and you haven't been around much since I brought the cure back for you," he told the former werewolf. "I was beginning to wonder how you'd gotten on."
Remus smiled. "I've been going very well," he replied, smiling. "I've got a job in the Ministry as a minor Auror for the moment, I'm not sure if I'll like that, but at least I have a chance now."
Harry nodded. "I'm glad that I was able to provide it for you," he told his friend. Sirius butted in on the conversation now.
"Why did you come? I was just beating the crap out of Moony here!" he protested, scowling at Harry.
"Don't listen to him – it was obvious that I was beating him," Remus interrupted. Harry leaned back and smiled as he watched his two older friends argue good-naturedly over who was winning.
Finally, they remembered he was there.
"Sorry Harry," Remus said, blushing slightly and ducking his head. Harry merely grinned in response. "I'll leave you two for a while, we can come back later and I'll thrash you then," he added to Sirius, before heading out of the room.
"Well, what brings you here, Harry? Haven't seen much of you with the O.W.L.'s on," Sirius asked, grinning.
"Just that," Harry said, slouching slightly and leaning back in his chair. "Everyone is going crazy worrying about the score they got in the test. It's driving me crazy!"
Sirius laughed softly in reply. "I remember that from when I was at school. I wasn't the most studiously inclined of students, but I was good. I couldn't see what people were so worried about – there isn't anything they can do anyway!"
Harry nodded in fervent agreement. "I thought I was just an oddity, because I learnt all of this stuff ages ago, for me at least. I do have the advantage of a year in Atlantis, of course."
Sirius smiled. "So you did, and with you other talents, you harnessed magical abilities early for your power, and you had the opportunity to take advantage of the library at Shadows Keep in the Academy when we were there – for you learning magic wasn't merely something you had to do, it wasn't a chore like is for a lot of people, even when it is a fun one that they can play with. For you, it was a means of survival – without knowing the spells, you could never harness your wandless magic, and if you didn't get that properly, it could have easily rebounded and killed you," he told his godson.
Harry sighed in agreement. "I always have to be an oddity," he remarked moodily, staring into the fire that blazed in the hearth.
Sirius said nothing – it wasn't easy being famous, because fame cut both ways, and being known everywhere you went would get annoying after awhile. A short while.
He knew the feeling – the Wizarding World knew him too now. He was famous like Harry was, but he was known for escaping Azkaban, and being arrested in the first place as well. Everyone was wary around him, even though he'd been pardoned.
He was frankly sick and tired of it. People stopping him in the street. "Aren't you that Sirius Black character who escaped Azkaban?" and acting incredulous and scared when he admitted that, yes, that was who he was.
Harry shook his head, trying to get the dark thoughts out of his mind. He blinked, his eyes, used to the light of the fire now, had spots dancing over them as he looked away, towards his godfather, making it almost impossible to see the kind, sympathetic and understanding expression on Sirius's face.
"Come on kid, we haven't done a session in ages," Sirius said suddenly, breaking the silence as he bounded to his feet. "You can teach me some of the neat moves you learnt in Atlantis!"
Harry laughed shortly and stood up too. "Yes, lets. It's just the thing to take my mind off things!" He said, smiling slightly.
For the next week, Harry spent much more time with the adults that were his friends in the school, finding the company of most students to be stifling and boring.
He and Hagrid had a long chat, something that they hadn't had the chance to do for some time. Hagrid was off at odd hours contacting the giants in an attempt to keep the peace between his two peoples, and he was succeeding.
The week passed quickly enough, and Harry looked forward to getting the results and leaving the school for the summer. He and Sirius weren't sure where they'd end up going, but they would go and drop by the Dursley's to assure the family that Harry would not be coming back, ever again.
On the night when the tests came out, tension among the fifth year students had reached an almost breaking point. Harry kept away completely all day, not being able to stand it.
He and the Sixth and years from Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw played a few games of quidditch. Eventually the other Fifth years who played came out to try and get rid of their nerves for the upcoming results.
Finally the time came, nervous students filtered into the Hall. Harry was already there, talking with Sirius quietly up at the front table, as a Prefect.
The rest of the Prefects made their way to the front and waited for everyone else to arrive and seat themselves.
Finally, everyone was there, and the result giving could begin.
Dumbledore stood up, and the soft conversations that had been whispering around the room stopped immediately.
"I will begin by congratulating you all on your efforts in the test. Very few of you produced anything less than satisfactory results," the Headmaster said, his calm voice echoing slightly in the hall. Harry smiled, noting the 'very few' as opposed to 'none'. Crabbe and Goyle, he knew, wouldn't have done too well, but he wasn't sure if there was anyone else.
"Now, you will each be called up here in alphabetical order and receive your results. If you got in one of the top five in the year, it will be announced while you're up here," the headmaster continued.
Harry groaned silently – he would have undoubtedly gotten a high result, if not the highest, and the story would be all over the school in mere hours. Oh well.
The name's began, Harry didn't both to pay much attention, watching absently as Hannah walked up to receive her results. She wasn't one of the top five students.
Hermione Granger had come second, and Harry groaned mentally again – that meant he had come first. The only person in the year who knew nearly as much as he did, and could remember it, was Hermione.
By that, everyone else knew that it was Harry who'd come first, they knew how smart he was.
Harry waited patiently. Ernie Macmillan had come fourth highest, Padma Patil had come third, and then, "Prefect Harry Potter!" was called. Harry rose slowly and made his way towards Dumbledore, not liking the publicity at all.
"Mr. Potter came the highest of this years test. In fact, he has done what no one else has done before him, and gotten a perfect score in the test! So, in addition to having his name placed on the plaque which all of the top five will be placed on, Mr. Potter receives a trophy to stand in our trophy room here at Hogwarts School."
Harry mentally kicked himself for not purposely getting several of the questions wrong and avoiding this. He hated the way that the other students looked at him, most with awe, but some, the Slytherins, with hatred.
He accepted his results and walked at the same sedate pace back to his seat, wishing that he could just use his abilities to render himself invisible.
Ron got a very high mark, though Harry only knew from the minimal hand signals that he'd taught his friends. He didn't know what it was, because they had to wait for the rest of the people to finish getting results before they could find out exactly.
The last person – Blaise Zabani – was the one who'd gotten in fifth place. Harry smiled, someone from each house had gotten one of the higher results, although Gryffindor had had two of them.
Finally it was over and the students were left to mingle with one and another. Harry and Ron immediately set out to find Zabani. They were carefully shielded by a wall of the Young Phoenixes so that she wouldn't get into trouble with her housemates at being talked to by a Gryffindor.
After comparing results, Ron smiled. "I only got one less than you, so I probably got sixth highest," he said, relieved. At least this time he hadn't been left too far behind by his studious friends.
Zabani made her escape and Harry and Ron went to find Hermione to tell her. She was very happy for Ron, since she knew as well as Harry did that Ron had tried really hard, he just didn't have the natural ease with learning that Hermione did – nor the inclination to study as much as she had in previous years – and he didn't have the 'advantages' that Harry's destiny had given him over the rest of the students.
"Congrats kid," Sirius told him, turning up at Harry's shoulder. Harry grinned up at his Godfather. "Your mother would be proud – she got top of the year in our O.W.L.'s."
Harry smiled with polite interest, although he'd gotten nothing but that from his parents while they were waiting for Harry to get the test results back.
James, apparently, had come in second and was annoyed by it, because he'd really wanted to be first – Lily had been like Hermione, and had had much more experience with books and tests than James had.
The party lasted long into the night, though Harry and his two best friends left early, as they wanted to plan their summer – they hadn't had the time yet, as first they'd been studying like mad for the test, then Ron and Hermione at least had been worrying over what they'd gotten, and now was the last day of the term – they'd be leaving on the train tomorrow morning.
"So, what is going to happen this summer?" Ron asked. "You aren't going to the Dursley's, are you Harry?"
"No," Harry said with a grin. "A certain Captain Stifle, who lead the group assigned to arrest me, judged them unfit guardians and the Ministry has agreed to let me live with my godfather as my parents originally wished, as it is in their will."
"Wicked!" Ron said, grinning. "So what are you going to be doing with Sirius?"
"Well, we haven't quite decided yet, but we're going to go to the Dursley's and rub it in their faces, then we have to go house hunting," Harry made a face. "Oh well, Sirius has loads of money, he inherited all of his families money, because most of them died in Voldemort's last reign, so we can get a nice place."
His two friends nodded. "Then maybe we should come to your place," Hermione suggested. "I'd ask you to come to mine, but there wouldn't be enough room, it's quite a small place."
"That'd be fun!" Ron added in agreement.
"I'll talk to Sirius when we find a place," Harry promised. "He'll say yes, of course, but we'll have to discuss when and all that."
His two friends nodded and the conversation veered away into 'what we could do over the summer'.
Since he'd already packed, Harry finished reading a book that he'd gotten out of the restricted section, it was hard to find a copy of it, and he doubted that the bookshop's he could get too would have it, so he was taking advantage of it here.
The next morning Harry woke early as he usually did. The only different thing about this particular morning was that everyone else was up at the same time, to make sure that they hadn't forgotten anything.
Harry knew he hadn't, or at least, that if he had, it would be easy enough to come back and get it, since the Hogwarts Professors often came back to talk with the Headmaster or check stocks on things through the Summer Holidays.
Harry left his dormitory and it's slightly panicked occupants and walked down to the Library, noting the quietness of the castle, since the other students were all in the same state as his friends were.
Returning the book to Madam Pince with a smile, Harry wandered slowly back up to Gryffindor Tower, thinking about everything that had happened over the past year in this time, the two years he'd actually lived.
It seemed hard to believe that only a year ago Voldemort had come back, that Cedric had died, that the seeds for his arrest had been sewn. Harry shook off the melancholy mood and entered the tower to be greeted by utter havoc.
The students were running around, searching for things, yelling at the tops of their voices, asking if anyone had seen so-and-so's book/sock/cloak/hairbrush ect.
Harry used a quick silent spell and called out 'Stop!", his voice cutting sharply over the noise and bringing it to a halt. All activities ceased.
He removed the spell. "Now, you aren't going to find anything like this. Those of you above forth year, come over here please," the students obeyed, not sure where this was going.
"Now, all of you know the summoning charm, don't you?" he asked them impatiently. Grinning in slight embarrassment, they nodded. "Good. Use it. Now, when you have finished finding your own things, go and help the younger students who don't know the spell, ok?"
More nods and then everyone went on their way, talking quietly. Hermione made her way over to Harry. "Thanks Harry, I wasn't sure what I could say to keep them quiet and still get the things that they needed," she said.
Harry nodded his head. "Don't worry about it," he said, smiling faintly as he headed back up to his own dormitory and set his trunk to floating behind him, since he wouldn't be catching the train.
He left the Gryffindor common room once more and walked downstairs to find Sirius. The news that Sirius Black, the escapee from prison, had been framed when sent there, and this had only been found false when he had been 'caught' had appeared on Muggle news when it happened, so he and his godfather could move through the Muggle world easily.
Harry's arrest had not made the news at all, since the wizards were fairly sure that he would be easy to find, and afterwards it was realised that he had been accused unjustly as well.
When he entered Sirius's quarters, Harry found a very different atmosphere to the one in the common rooms. Clothes were spread over the ground, Sirius was sprawled in a chair looking at them.
"Harry, what clothes do I need?" he asked, a tone of hopelessness in his voice. Harry laughed and waved a hand, simultaneously cleaning the clothes and packing them in his godfathers' trunk neatly shrunken, then repeated the process with the rest of the clothes.
Sirius laughed, with an exaggerated change of mood. "Well, that solved the problem!" he remarked. Harry laughed and nodded in agreement.
"I have to meet the Young Phoenixes in the Library in a moment, to say goodbye and have a quick talk to the ones who are leaving, so that we can keep in touch, I'm thinking of creating a split off from the Seekers Academy to teach the fighting and duelling techniques that they have there," Harry said.
"That would be interesting, but you'd need the Shadow Masters permission. Do you think that Tiger would give it?" Harry had, of course, told his Godfather who'd taken the place of the old Shadow Master.
"I'm not sure – he'd be careful not to teach them everything, but if it was only the fighting, he might consider it," Harry explained. "He wouldn't teach the rest of the criminal stuff, since that'd be against the law, for one, and could be used against the Academy."
"Yeah, probably," Sirius agreed. "Meet me here after the Hogwarts Express leaves, we'll go then."
Harry nodded and left for the Library to wait for his friends to arrive. It took them awhile, but that was only to be expected, since it was the last day of school.
Finally, everyone was there, the Gryffindors came first, since Harry's suggestion had made everything go a lot faster, they were followed by the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, who came in small groups or alone, Blaise turned up last of all, panting and out of breath, explaining that she'd had to escape her house mates, and it had been somewhat difficult.
Goodbyes passed quickly in most cases, although farewelling the seventh years was sad, since in these troubled times who knew what would befall them out in the world.
Finally everyone but Harry and the seventh years were gone, he turned to them. "I'll keep in touch with you as best I can, if you can manage to send me an owl once a week so that I know you're alive at least, it would good, and I'll do the same. I'm going to try and get my tutors to start teaching a few select people in the fighting arts that I was trained in, because we need them to give permission to us if we want to live," he explained.
"Well, if you do get permission, I'll certainly come!" Cho said, echoed by the Weasley twins and the other students followed after them almost immediately.
"I'll look forward to hearing from you all then, take care," Harry said, smiling sadly at them. They repeated this before hurtling off, since the train would be coming soon, and they had to get to the Hall first.
Harry watched from the Gryffindor Tower as the train pulled into the station, and the tiny, toy-sized people pushed and shoved their way aboard. He smiled. "A lot has happened since this time last year," he remarked to no one in particular.
And much more will happen before this time next year.
Harry didn't know where that voice came from, it wasn't one of his parents, or the ancestors he knew, but it had an air of prophesy around it.
He smiled to himself and bounded down the stairs to join his Godfather in the staff wing.
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Well, that's the end of Fifth year, and I'm obviously going to continue this in sixth year. It'll be in the same story, it's too much effort to start another one, and sixth year will probably be reasonably short – don't hold me to that though!
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