Events of Time
Chapter Two -
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Hermione slowly opened her eyes, closing them from the sunlight coming through the windows infront of her.
She had a major headache and the talking coming from outside her curtains contributed to the problem.
"Who is it Albus?" came a familiar voice from around her. "I'm not entirely sure Minerva. She was unconscious so she must stay a while,"
'Albus? Minerva? Whats Dumbledore and McGonagall talking about?' thought Hermione.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the annoying and familar voice of Madam Pompfrey.
"Oh, your awake! Do you feel much better?" 'Boy, she can be annoying. Doesn't she know I have a splitting headache?!' Hermione thought.
"Poppy please, let the girl rest. She must be nervous before the sorting." Dumbledore says.
'Sorting? What does he mean by that?'
"Do you honestly think that in her condition she'll be ready to be sorted?"
"Excuse me miss..." Dumbledore rounds on Hermoine, as she just stares blankly.
"Granger," she answers, looking at Dumbledore as if he had gone mad.
"Must be a new arrival," McGonagall comments.
Both Pompfrey and Dumbledore nod feverantly and bombarb Hermione with questions.
"I think thats quite enough, *I* need looking at now," comes a voice at the door.
Everyone turns to see a boy around the age of 15, standing there cradling his right arm, his eye swollen and had a bruised lip.
'Whats Malfoy doing here?!,' Hermione thought to herself.
"Oh Mr. Malfoy! What have you done this time?" questioned Poppy, starting to tend at Malfoys injurys.
"It wasn't *my* fault! That damn Potter and mudblo--muggleborn," he corrects himself, noticing the glares from everyone in the room.
"That damn Potter and muggleborn started a fight with me, it was purely self-defence,"
"You fricken liar!! Harry did nothing at all! You're just setting him up!" Hermione yells looking Malfoy straight in the eye.
He stares at her, one eyebrow raised (which was hard to do with his swollen eye).
"Who are you?! And where do you get off yelling at me?! Lucius Malfoy?!"
Hermione sat there gaping at him, 'Lucius Malfoy?'
"Thats quite enough Mr. Malfoy, go sit over there," Pompfrey instructs.
Just then, two students walk in carrying a beaten figure.
The female that was holding his right side had tears in her eyes, threatening to fall. The male on the left just look positively mad.
"Madam Pompfrey! We need some help over here!" the guy on the left cries.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Black Miss. Evans what happened here?" cries Poppy laying the beaten figure on the nearest empty bed.
"That slime Malfoy picked a fight with us and used several curses on James,"
"Thats a lie and you know it!" yells Malfoy jumping up and making his way towards the people.
The boy that brought in the injured guy got into a defensive stance.
"Sirius Black, you will not fight in my presence!" yells McGonagall seperating the two.
'Sirius Black? James Potter? Lucius Malfoy...what the fuck?!' Hermione thinks.
She looks down to see just a chain dangling down her neck...no time turner.
"Oh my god.." she whispers, realising the situation. Everyone turns to look at her as she passes out cold onto her bed.
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"Madam Pompfrey, please revive Miss Granger so we can make our way to the entrance hall,"
Dumbledore orders. (a/n: in normal time they start the feast right away but its NOT normal time and its my story so dont ask okay?)
After a few spells Hermione wakes up slowly.
"Uhh where am I?" she asks.
"Hogwarts Ms. Granger now please lay down and get some rest," Poppy instructs.
'Oh no, I'm in Harrys *parents* lifetime...' Hermione thinks to herself. She doesn't want to interfere with the future so she acts fast.
"Granger? Oh no my last name is Avonlea,"
"Avonlea but didn't you say Granger?" questions McGongagall. Everyone in the room including the students looked at her puzzled.
"Um..you see...I wasn't thinking properly...I was thinking about my old boyfriend..Mark Granger,"
"Ohh well Ms. Avonlea, if you are well enough please make your way to the hall. Professor McGongall will lead the way. The first years are already waiting," Dumbledore said.
"Mr. Malfoy, you are well enough to leave to," Poppy says.
"Miss Evans & Mr. Black I will also have to ask you to leave,"
Nodding slowly everyone made their way out and towards the entrance hall.
*******
Hermione stood nervously with the first years. It was bad enough being sorted again but now everyone was watching, quite amused at the difference of height between Hermione and the first years.
After an explanation from Dumbledore about the year Hermione will be in the sorting started.
"Ms. Hermione Avonlea," calls McGonagall from next to the sorting hat.
Everyone remained unusually quiet as Hermione made her way up to the hat. She took a place on the seat and the hat was placed upon her head.
She remained quiet, for she knew the sorting hat would place her again in to Gryffindor.
'Hmm quite talented you would do well in Ravenclaw,' came the voice of the hat into her head. 'Also very brave but I think you shall go into...'
"SLYTHERIN!!" the hat cries.
Loud cheers erupt from the Slytherin table while the other houses stare at Hermione.
She shakes her head, tears forming in her eyes when a loud cry come from the hat.
"GRYFFINDOR!!" Hermione looks up surprised. Everything and everyone is deathly silent.
"GRYFFINDOR," the hat yells again. The gryffindor table erupts in cheers.
Hermione walks shakily over and takes a place next to a handsome man with black hair.
"Sirius Black," he introduces himself as.
"Hermione Avonlea," she replies.
"First time the sorting hat made a mistake. Personally it didn't look like you wanted to go into Slytherin." he smiles warmly.
"You have no idea," she mumbles. "You into quidditch?" she asks, changing the subject.
Sirius nods feverantly and thrusts out his chest proudly.
"I'm a beater. James, my best friend, is the seeker and us Gryffinors haven't been beaten in over 7 years," he exclaims.
Hermione looks quite surprised at this infomation.
"7 years?! You's must be good,"
Sirius smiles broadly, "the best,"
"Stop boasting Sirius," comes two voices from behind him.
Turning around they face three people whom all look familar in some way.
"Hello. My names Lily Evans," says a girl holding out her hand. Hermione shakes it.
"Hermione Avonlea its a pleasure,"
"Remus Lupin, and this shy guy is Peter Pettigrew,"
"Pleasure to meet you all," Hermione smiles and within 10 minutes become friends.
In the background Lucius Malfoy growls as he sees the pretty girl warm up to the Maraderurs.
"Should have been in Slytherin," he whispers to himself.
"Whats that honey," comes a sweetly fake voice.
"Nothing Narcissa, nothing at all,"
*******
Hermione, Lily, Sirius, Remus and Peter make their way down to the hospital wing where they meet up with James.
They introduce James to Hermione and soon they all know each other.
"Guys, you look tired, go to back. Nice meeting you Ms. Avonlea," says James taking Hermiones hand and softly kissing it.
She giggles and Sirius sends glares at James.
"Yeah your right James. Lets go," Sirius says guiding Hermione out of the room.
"Awfully charming isn't he?" questions Hermione aloud as they enter the Gryffindor common room. Sirius mumbles something under his breath.
"Goodnight Hermione...g'night everyone,"
"Night Sirius," Hermione replies and heads for the girls dormitory where she falls fast asleep.
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Hermione woke up with a start. Sighing as she looks at her alarm clock '6:30' she gets up and heads to her wardrobe.
Pulling the doors opened she had to gasp. Inside was the widest variety of clothing. From high-heeled 'Fuck me boots' to black glittered bandanas. Hermione just stood there stunned for a few minutes before pulling out her Gryffindor robes.
Tieing her hair back into a long high ponytail and adding a small amount of lipgloss and eyeshadow she packs up her things and heads to the library.
'I wonder if they know some of the spells I know, I could always look it up at the library, they're bound to have some sought of list on spells right?' Hermione asks herself.
Her thoughts were interrupted by an unpleasant voice.
"All alone at a time like this Miss. Avonlea?"
Hermione spun on her heel to come face-to-face with Lucius.
"What do you want Lucius?" she snaps making sure to keep eye contact.
"You really don't know? Well heres a hint," and with that he advances on Hermione.
Not fully realizing what Malfoy wants Hermione continued backing up until she was stopped by a brick wall. Lucius grabs her wrists and pins them above her head, at the wall leaving her defenceless.
She trys to struggle out of his grip but it was to strong. Amused at her attempts Lucius pushes himself so close to her that she could feel her breath. He kisses her roughly, leaving her no space to respond.
Trying desperately to be relesed from his grip she kicks him in the shins and he lets go for a moment.
Hermione reachs into her pockets to try and find her wand, but they're empty.
"Looking for this?" Lucius asksholding Hermiones wand between his fingers.
Turning her head away, Hermione trys to make a run for it.
"Not so fast," Lucius says casting a spell so that Hermione cannot run nor speak. Walking up towards her he casts another charm so her feet are chained to the wall behind her.
She tries screaming, but no sound comes out thanks to Lucius's charm.
'Damn him to hell' Hermione thinks as Lucius once again pins her hands above her head.
"You know, this would be alot easier if that sorting hat just kept you in Slytherin," he whispers before again kissing her with even more force. Hermione's vision starts to blur as tears start to form.
"WHAT THE HELL?! GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF HER!!" comes a voice. Hermione tries to shake the tears out to see who was there.
Then there was a great weight lifted off of her, she had presummed Malfoy and was slammed to the ground. The chains on her feet disappeared and she wipped her eyes.
In front of her was James and Sirius beating the shit out of Lucius. They both looked positively mad enough to kill.
"DONT YOU DARE TRY AND HURT HER MALFOY! WHAT THE HELLS YOUR PROBLEM?!" yells Sirius starting to beat Malfoys face.
"Guys stop it," Hermione whispers falling to the ground.
They didn't seem to hear her.
"Stop it guys," she repeats a little louder. They stop and look at her.
"You alright Herms?"
"I can't believe what that fucking bastard was trying to do,"
"He wont get away with it,"
"Yeah dont worry about it," Sirius and James reassures her at the same time.
Lucius gets up from the ground and tries to regain his balance.
"Why dont I make a lil deal with you Hermione?" he asks.
James and Sirius start to advance threateningly towards Lucius.
"Wait guys. What deal?" Hermione asks.
Sirius and James stop and stare at Hermione both giving her the look that say 'Dont even think about making deals with Slytherins'
"Well," starts Lucius "If Gryffindor wins the next quidditch game I will not bother you or your friends for the rest of your miserable lives..."
"And if we lose," questions Hermione cautiously.
"If you lose and we win...then you belong to me. My personal slave waiting on my every order for a whole year, you obey me and no-one else. You do exactly as I say, whatever I say" he finishs with a evil perverted glint in his eye that only Hermione missed.
Hermione sat there mouth open as James and Sirius lung forward and start beating Malfoy again.
"I accept," Hermione whispers, no-body listening.
"I said I ACCEPT." she repeats louder causing the three to stop.
Malfoy smirks while James and Sirius take her by the arms and lead her down the corridor.
"Are you crazy?! Making a deal with Malfoy? Not just any deal a disgusting perverted deal?" questions Sirius and James at the same time trying to get Hermione to understand the importance.
"Guys, you have never lost a game in over 7 years. I doubt you're going to start now,"
They both give each other looks before trying to explain how a Malfoy can rig anything. In others words what a Malfoy wants, a Malfoy gets.
"Look we'll talk about this later, for the time being I want to go eat breakfast," said Hermione turning down another corridor leaving James and Sirius to worry sick.
"We have got to tell someone about this," James says.
"Definately," Sirius agrees before heading into the Gryffindor common room.
*~* Slytherin Room *~*
"Mr. Serlist, I need your help,"
"What is it about Mr. Malfoy?" a older and wiser Slytherin questions.
"I need for Slytherin to win the next quidditch game, do whatever it takes swap balls injure the Gryffindor do whatever but make sure Slytherin wins,"
"I'm afraid its not that simple or else we would have done it along time ago,"
"Accomplish this and you shall be rewarded greatly," Lucius says pulling out many galleons from his pocket.
Serlist smirks and replies.
"I shall do my very best Mr. Malfoy," he says before walking off thinking.
"Soon Hermione, soon you will belong to *me*" whispers Lucius to himself before changing and heading down to breakfast.
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Chapter Two -
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Hermione slowly opened her eyes, closing them from the sunlight coming through the windows infront of her.
She had a major headache and the talking coming from outside her curtains contributed to the problem.
"Who is it Albus?" came a familiar voice from around her. "I'm not entirely sure Minerva. She was unconscious so she must stay a while,"
'Albus? Minerva? Whats Dumbledore and McGonagall talking about?' thought Hermione.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the annoying and familar voice of Madam Pompfrey.
"Oh, your awake! Do you feel much better?" 'Boy, she can be annoying. Doesn't she know I have a splitting headache?!' Hermione thought.
"Poppy please, let the girl rest. She must be nervous before the sorting." Dumbledore says.
'Sorting? What does he mean by that?'
"Do you honestly think that in her condition she'll be ready to be sorted?"
"Excuse me miss..." Dumbledore rounds on Hermoine, as she just stares blankly.
"Granger," she answers, looking at Dumbledore as if he had gone mad.
"Must be a new arrival," McGonagall comments.
Both Pompfrey and Dumbledore nod feverantly and bombarb Hermione with questions.
"I think thats quite enough, *I* need looking at now," comes a voice at the door.
Everyone turns to see a boy around the age of 15, standing there cradling his right arm, his eye swollen and had a bruised lip.
'Whats Malfoy doing here?!,' Hermione thought to herself.
"Oh Mr. Malfoy! What have you done this time?" questioned Poppy, starting to tend at Malfoys injurys.
"It wasn't *my* fault! That damn Potter and mudblo--muggleborn," he corrects himself, noticing the glares from everyone in the room.
"That damn Potter and muggleborn started a fight with me, it was purely self-defence,"
"You fricken liar!! Harry did nothing at all! You're just setting him up!" Hermione yells looking Malfoy straight in the eye.
He stares at her, one eyebrow raised (which was hard to do with his swollen eye).
"Who are you?! And where do you get off yelling at me?! Lucius Malfoy?!"
Hermione sat there gaping at him, 'Lucius Malfoy?'
"Thats quite enough Mr. Malfoy, go sit over there," Pompfrey instructs.
Just then, two students walk in carrying a beaten figure.
The female that was holding his right side had tears in her eyes, threatening to fall. The male on the left just look positively mad.
"Madam Pompfrey! We need some help over here!" the guy on the left cries.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Black Miss. Evans what happened here?" cries Poppy laying the beaten figure on the nearest empty bed.
"That slime Malfoy picked a fight with us and used several curses on James,"
"Thats a lie and you know it!" yells Malfoy jumping up and making his way towards the people.
The boy that brought in the injured guy got into a defensive stance.
"Sirius Black, you will not fight in my presence!" yells McGonagall seperating the two.
'Sirius Black? James Potter? Lucius Malfoy...what the fuck?!' Hermione thinks.
She looks down to see just a chain dangling down her neck...no time turner.
"Oh my god.." she whispers, realising the situation. Everyone turns to look at her as she passes out cold onto her bed.
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"Madam Pompfrey, please revive Miss Granger so we can make our way to the entrance hall,"
Dumbledore orders. (a/n: in normal time they start the feast right away but its NOT normal time and its my story so dont ask okay?)
After a few spells Hermione wakes up slowly.
"Uhh where am I?" she asks.
"Hogwarts Ms. Granger now please lay down and get some rest," Poppy instructs.
'Oh no, I'm in Harrys *parents* lifetime...' Hermione thinks to herself. She doesn't want to interfere with the future so she acts fast.
"Granger? Oh no my last name is Avonlea,"
"Avonlea but didn't you say Granger?" questions McGongagall. Everyone in the room including the students looked at her puzzled.
"Um..you see...I wasn't thinking properly...I was thinking about my old boyfriend..Mark Granger,"
"Ohh well Ms. Avonlea, if you are well enough please make your way to the hall. Professor McGongall will lead the way. The first years are already waiting," Dumbledore said.
"Mr. Malfoy, you are well enough to leave to," Poppy says.
"Miss Evans & Mr. Black I will also have to ask you to leave,"
Nodding slowly everyone made their way out and towards the entrance hall.
*******
Hermione stood nervously with the first years. It was bad enough being sorted again but now everyone was watching, quite amused at the difference of height between Hermione and the first years.
After an explanation from Dumbledore about the year Hermione will be in the sorting started.
"Ms. Hermione Avonlea," calls McGonagall from next to the sorting hat.
Everyone remained unusually quiet as Hermione made her way up to the hat. She took a place on the seat and the hat was placed upon her head.
She remained quiet, for she knew the sorting hat would place her again in to Gryffindor.
'Hmm quite talented you would do well in Ravenclaw,' came the voice of the hat into her head. 'Also very brave but I think you shall go into...'
"SLYTHERIN!!" the hat cries.
Loud cheers erupt from the Slytherin table while the other houses stare at Hermione.
She shakes her head, tears forming in her eyes when a loud cry come from the hat.
"GRYFFINDOR!!" Hermione looks up surprised. Everything and everyone is deathly silent.
"GRYFFINDOR," the hat yells again. The gryffindor table erupts in cheers.
Hermione walks shakily over and takes a place next to a handsome man with black hair.
"Sirius Black," he introduces himself as.
"Hermione Avonlea," she replies.
"First time the sorting hat made a mistake. Personally it didn't look like you wanted to go into Slytherin." he smiles warmly.
"You have no idea," she mumbles. "You into quidditch?" she asks, changing the subject.
Sirius nods feverantly and thrusts out his chest proudly.
"I'm a beater. James, my best friend, is the seeker and us Gryffinors haven't been beaten in over 7 years," he exclaims.
Hermione looks quite surprised at this infomation.
"7 years?! You's must be good,"
Sirius smiles broadly, "the best,"
"Stop boasting Sirius," comes two voices from behind him.
Turning around they face three people whom all look familar in some way.
"Hello. My names Lily Evans," says a girl holding out her hand. Hermione shakes it.
"Hermione Avonlea its a pleasure,"
"Remus Lupin, and this shy guy is Peter Pettigrew,"
"Pleasure to meet you all," Hermione smiles and within 10 minutes become friends.
In the background Lucius Malfoy growls as he sees the pretty girl warm up to the Maraderurs.
"Should have been in Slytherin," he whispers to himself.
"Whats that honey," comes a sweetly fake voice.
"Nothing Narcissa, nothing at all,"
*******
Hermione, Lily, Sirius, Remus and Peter make their way down to the hospital wing where they meet up with James.
They introduce James to Hermione and soon they all know each other.
"Guys, you look tired, go to back. Nice meeting you Ms. Avonlea," says James taking Hermiones hand and softly kissing it.
She giggles and Sirius sends glares at James.
"Yeah your right James. Lets go," Sirius says guiding Hermione out of the room.
"Awfully charming isn't he?" questions Hermione aloud as they enter the Gryffindor common room. Sirius mumbles something under his breath.
"Goodnight Hermione...g'night everyone,"
"Night Sirius," Hermione replies and heads for the girls dormitory where she falls fast asleep.
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Hermione woke up with a start. Sighing as she looks at her alarm clock '6:30' she gets up and heads to her wardrobe.
Pulling the doors opened she had to gasp. Inside was the widest variety of clothing. From high-heeled 'Fuck me boots' to black glittered bandanas. Hermione just stood there stunned for a few minutes before pulling out her Gryffindor robes.
Tieing her hair back into a long high ponytail and adding a small amount of lipgloss and eyeshadow she packs up her things and heads to the library.
'I wonder if they know some of the spells I know, I could always look it up at the library, they're bound to have some sought of list on spells right?' Hermione asks herself.
Her thoughts were interrupted by an unpleasant voice.
"All alone at a time like this Miss. Avonlea?"
Hermione spun on her heel to come face-to-face with Lucius.
"What do you want Lucius?" she snaps making sure to keep eye contact.
"You really don't know? Well heres a hint," and with that he advances on Hermione.
Not fully realizing what Malfoy wants Hermione continued backing up until she was stopped by a brick wall. Lucius grabs her wrists and pins them above her head, at the wall leaving her defenceless.
She trys to struggle out of his grip but it was to strong. Amused at her attempts Lucius pushes himself so close to her that she could feel her breath. He kisses her roughly, leaving her no space to respond.
Trying desperately to be relesed from his grip she kicks him in the shins and he lets go for a moment.
Hermione reachs into her pockets to try and find her wand, but they're empty.
"Looking for this?" Lucius asksholding Hermiones wand between his fingers.
Turning her head away, Hermione trys to make a run for it.
"Not so fast," Lucius says casting a spell so that Hermione cannot run nor speak. Walking up towards her he casts another charm so her feet are chained to the wall behind her.
She tries screaming, but no sound comes out thanks to Lucius's charm.
'Damn him to hell' Hermione thinks as Lucius once again pins her hands above her head.
"You know, this would be alot easier if that sorting hat just kept you in Slytherin," he whispers before again kissing her with even more force. Hermione's vision starts to blur as tears start to form.
"WHAT THE HELL?! GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF HER!!" comes a voice. Hermione tries to shake the tears out to see who was there.
Then there was a great weight lifted off of her, she had presummed Malfoy and was slammed to the ground. The chains on her feet disappeared and she wipped her eyes.
In front of her was James and Sirius beating the shit out of Lucius. They both looked positively mad enough to kill.
"DONT YOU DARE TRY AND HURT HER MALFOY! WHAT THE HELLS YOUR PROBLEM?!" yells Sirius starting to beat Malfoys face.
"Guys stop it," Hermione whispers falling to the ground.
They didn't seem to hear her.
"Stop it guys," she repeats a little louder. They stop and look at her.
"You alright Herms?"
"I can't believe what that fucking bastard was trying to do,"
"He wont get away with it,"
"Yeah dont worry about it," Sirius and James reassures her at the same time.
Lucius gets up from the ground and tries to regain his balance.
"Why dont I make a lil deal with you Hermione?" he asks.
James and Sirius start to advance threateningly towards Lucius.
"Wait guys. What deal?" Hermione asks.
Sirius and James stop and stare at Hermione both giving her the look that say 'Dont even think about making deals with Slytherins'
"Well," starts Lucius "If Gryffindor wins the next quidditch game I will not bother you or your friends for the rest of your miserable lives..."
"And if we lose," questions Hermione cautiously.
"If you lose and we win...then you belong to me. My personal slave waiting on my every order for a whole year, you obey me and no-one else. You do exactly as I say, whatever I say" he finishs with a evil perverted glint in his eye that only Hermione missed.
Hermione sat there mouth open as James and Sirius lung forward and start beating Malfoy again.
"I accept," Hermione whispers, no-body listening.
"I said I ACCEPT." she repeats louder causing the three to stop.
Malfoy smirks while James and Sirius take her by the arms and lead her down the corridor.
"Are you crazy?! Making a deal with Malfoy? Not just any deal a disgusting perverted deal?" questions Sirius and James at the same time trying to get Hermione to understand the importance.
"Guys, you have never lost a game in over 7 years. I doubt you're going to start now,"
They both give each other looks before trying to explain how a Malfoy can rig anything. In others words what a Malfoy wants, a Malfoy gets.
"Look we'll talk about this later, for the time being I want to go eat breakfast," said Hermione turning down another corridor leaving James and Sirius to worry sick.
"We have got to tell someone about this," James says.
"Definately," Sirius agrees before heading into the Gryffindor common room.
*~* Slytherin Room *~*
"Mr. Serlist, I need your help,"
"What is it about Mr. Malfoy?" a older and wiser Slytherin questions.
"I need for Slytherin to win the next quidditch game, do whatever it takes swap balls injure the Gryffindor do whatever but make sure Slytherin wins,"
"I'm afraid its not that simple or else we would have done it along time ago,"
"Accomplish this and you shall be rewarded greatly," Lucius says pulling out many galleons from his pocket.
Serlist smirks and replies.
"I shall do my very best Mr. Malfoy," he says before walking off thinking.
"Soon Hermione, soon you will belong to *me*" whispers Lucius to himself before changing and heading down to breakfast.
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A/N: Please tell me what you think! I LIVE on reviews!!! Without them I have no will to write..even tho I have the whole thing set out. anyways REVIEW!!!
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