Harry awoke the next morning to see what looked like a disheveled wig
leaning against his bed. Shifting slightly he focused his gaze on the
blurry form of a recently awoken Remus Lupin. Groaning Harry leaned over
towards the bedside table reaching for his glasses and was met half way, by
Remus who handed the black spectacles to the raven-haired boy. Harry took
his glasses with a shy thank you when the events of the previous night
began to replay in his mind. The rescue, the potions, Madam Pomfrey, and
being at Grimwauld Place. Harry's heart sunk, he was in Sirius's house, but
Sirius was gone and that thought made him want to die with grief. He wanted
him back so badly; he wanted to see that smiling face, he wanted his young,
fun, loving godfather.
"Harry?" Harry was reminded he was not alone when Remus gazed at him his eyes full of deep concern.
"Yeah?" Harry noticed Remus probably looked as bad as Harry felt, considering the pale, skinny frame, and the dark circles under his eyes. The Professor looked as though he was about to say something, but quickly changed his mind.
"Why don't w-we go to breakfast?" Remus croaked uncertainly.
"Yeah," was all Harry could croak out at the moment his grief was beyond words. As Harry followed the werewolf down the old stairs he felt the depression swamp him so badly it was making it hard to breath the depression was swamping him, he would never see his godfather again, he was gone. Sirius didn't deserve to die, he was to young, and he should still be alive walking down these halls. Remus doesn't deserve this. I don't deserve this.
"Harry!" Harry was rudely awaken from his state of depression by a frantic Mrs.Weasley, who had literally jumped on top of him and was sobbing uncontrollably on his shoulder, "H-H-Harry, I-I-I'm so sorry, w-w-we s-s- should have known!" Harry was about to consol her but he was finding it difficult to breathe under the weight of Mrs.Weasley and his still healing ribs. Thankfully a moment later Remus and Ron had pulled her off and Harry was able to breathe at a normal pace again.
He looked over at the table at Ginny and Hermione who looked as though they to wanted to jump on him.
"Harry you need some food," said Remus as he gently guided Harry to the table as Mrs.Weasley forked massive amounts of food onto his plate. Harry was absolutely famished, but then again who wouldn't be after a week in a cupboard, and was stuffing his face with less than polite enthusiasm. By the time he finished, which was very quickly considering the massive amount of food on his plate, he began to notice the people who were actually in the room with him. Sitting on either side of him were Ron and Hermione, across from him was a hesitant looking Dean holding an impatient Ginny's hand, Neville was sitting cattycorner from Harry, while Remus, Tonks, and Mrs.Weasley were at either end of the table.
"Harry?" Remus interrupted uncertainly, "well, uh- lets see here, best we start with-" he pulled something hesitantly out of his pocket, "why don't you read this." Mrs.Weasley looked sternly over at Remus as he handed Harry a copy of the Daily Prophet. Harry gave Remus a questioning look before returning his gaze to the prophet:
Sirius Black Innocent
Notorious Mass Murderer Sirius Black confirmed innocent yesterday by the Minister of Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge. Black's (falsely accused for the betrayal of Lily and James Potter and the killing of thirteen people with one curse) name was cleared yesterday afternoon given the information of the recently captured Death Eaters. See the true story of Sirius Black
on page six.
Sirius Black, godfather of Harry James Potter, to was at the battle at the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic, fighting against
You- Know- Who risking his life and dying valiantly in the fight. The
memorial service for Sirius Black will be held at Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry on July 29, 1996 we invite you all to attend.
When Harry looked up Remus was still sitting at the end of the table looking down at the neatly folded hands in his lap. When Harry spoke it came out as a shaky croak, having Sirius name cleared was wonderful but it just came to late, and the prospect of a memorial service terrified him.
"There's a- a memorial service?" Harry wouldn't take his eyes off the paper until he noticed Remus's hands shaking and the slight nod of his head.
"They want us to speak," he whispered, eyes shut tight, "Tonks, Dumbledore, you, me a few other people." Harry had a sharp intake of breath at these words. "You don't have to of course." It was Harry's turn to shut his eyes tight now. Although it was not to hold back tears, he would not cry. Crying would only be one more thing to make it final and this wasn't happening, Sirius can't be dead. But if Harry were honest with himself, he knew it was true, if Dumbledore had permitted a service then there was nothing that could be done. Sirius is gone, dead, and I am never going to see that smiling face ever again. "Just think about it Harry", and with that Remus stood up and left.
Harry looked back down at the paper, on July 29, 1996, that was tomorrow. How was he supposed to be prepared for that? And to speak? That's insane, I can't do this. What am I supposed to say, 'sorry everyone, it's my fault he died,' and then burst into tears. The other members of the able seemed to noticing Harry's panic attack and were observing him carefully. Ginny was the first to take action.
"Harry, why don't you just say how you feel?" Harry looked up from the paper into Ginny's loving face. Wait, back up the broomstick did I just think loving? What am I doing thinking about girls? I've having an emotional breakdown. She is pretty hot though. WHAT DID I JUST THINK? This is crazy; remember how you got Sirius killed? Man aren't I having mood swings. Hey what did Ginny just say?
" What did you say, Ginny?" She looked as though she was trying desperately to not roll her eyes.
"I said, if it's that hard for you why don't you just say how you feel?"
"I could do that," Harry figured assumed he should work on this alone and at the moment he didn't feel like he'd be much fun so he excused himself and made his way to his and Ron's room, wincing with every step.
*****
Harry awoke early the next morning, if you could call it that considering he never really went to sleep. He had spent most of the day working on his speech and occasionally falling asleep but deliberately waking himself before he could let the nightmares come. Harry mildly considered being sleep and food deprived wasn't the best way to start the morning of a memorial service. So he slowly and carefully walked down the stairs to the kitchen but stopped midway when he heard angry voices coming from the room he was about to enter.
"Well at least Remus feels he has a reason to keep going. You should have seen him, Minerva, after he got over the initial shock. He was about to go and find those filthy muggles on the spot." It was Molly Weasley's voice.
"Well I'll join him. I am absolutely disgusted," now this was an angry McGonagall, Harry thought; " I knew Albus never should have left him there."
"And he's acting as though it never happened. The only he's thinking about Sirius, not that I'm blaming him of course." Mrs.Weasley stopped speaking to allow both of them to blow their noses.
"That boy has been through to much in his life time-," huh, they only knew the half of it, but he had heard enough. He cleared his throat to announce his presence. As he came downstairs McGonagall and Mrs.Weasley jumped apart and quickly wiped their eyes quickly. McGonagall looked completely bewildered by Harry's starved appearance and his fourth year dress robes sagging off his tiny body. He nodded politely to both women and sat at the table and began to fill his plate, and promptly ignored the concerned glances both adults were throwing at him. He was saved as Remus walked in striating his dress robes absentmindedly, but when he looked up Harry suddenly wished Remus would go away. His old professor looked exactly as Harry felt, and if he looked as bad as Remus he now understood his transfiguration teachers startled expression. Remus had terribly pale skin with dark circles under his eyes and was as frail as Harry was. He to was fumbling with pieces of folded up parchment, which Harry assumed was his own speech.
Ron's father had now entered the kitchen distracting Harry and Lupin from their concerned gazes to one another.
"The Ministry cars should be arriving any moment," Mr.Weasley spoke up, "are we all set?" Harry and Remus nodded and everyone who was present followed the man out of the kitchen. They reached the entrance hall quietly, making sure not to wake the portraits, as Harry nodded to his somber looking friends, when Mad-Eye shoved them out onto the streets and ushered them into the Ministry cars.
*****
Harry stepped out of the car after Mad-eye. Vast amounts of people were milling about the grounds talking in hushed voices. Hundreds of white chairs surrounded the frozen form of the Whomping Willow. A tall white podium stood in front of the old tree, and looked over the sea of people surrounding it. Ahead of the podium stood not one, but three, cherry wood coffins. Two of the coffins were closed lying beside one another and a third stood open in the center filled with flowers, photos and memorabilia of the late Sirius Black. Harry took a closer look at the tree to find three carvings of a bear like dog, a stag, and a tiger. Harry's breath caught in his chest as he realized that the two coffins lying beside the one that Sirius's body should have held were his parents. He felt totally winded he was not expecting this and by the looks on his companions faces they hadn't known either. Remus looked as though he were about to be sick. Harry could just see the images running through his mind. Harry saw a quick flash of a wolf carved into the tree, before it vanished.
Harry was still staring in shock at the coffins that he hadn't noticed the Headmaster of Hogwarts arrive. He stood before Harry and Remus the usual twinkle from his eyes absent. He spoke in a calm reassuring voice that irritated Harry to no end, and if he thought his voice was capable of use he would have mouthed off to the old man.
"I am deeply sorry I was not able to warn you about this occurrence." Dumbledore gestured to the coffins, "It was in all three of their wills that they all be buried together. This seemed to be the most ceremonial place for them." Harry was now feeling nauseated and Remus still staring in shock. "Remus?" the old man asked uncertainly.
The man spoke in a trance like whisper, "I buried Lily and James once without Sirius and now I have to do it again." Mrs.Weasley rushed over to Remus in a bone crushing hug and Harry had to lean over a nearby waste bin because that nautiluses felt as though it was about to release it self. A pale Ron came over and patted Harry's back gently after a few moments he spoke up.
"You okay, mate?" Harry nodded slightly and Ron led him to the reserved seats in the front row. The rest of the world was a blur to Harry as people began to take their seats to await the service. This had to be the most terrifying experience Harry had ever had. This was like the rally of the people who died because of Harry Potter and he felt absolutely sick. Harry watched as Dumbledore stood at podium and nodded to the organ player who slowly put her hands to the keyboard. Harry awaited the mournful tone but it never came. Just as everyone began to think something had gone wrong the organ began the full chorus of 'God Rest You, Merry Hippogriffs'. Once the song had ended Harry and Remus choked out a sob. That song had to be more depressing than the funeral march.
The headmaster cleared his throat and began, the twinkle back in his eyes as he looked down at a piece of parchment on the podium, he read: "Always keep the laughter going, Sirius." The professor looked to the audience, a small tear in the corner of his eye. "Sirius Black was a person who had so much love and laughter in his heart that he could just smile and you knew your day would be full of chaos and happiness. He was as dedicated to his laughter as he was to his love. For a man who spent twelve years in isolation for no fault of his own these are wise words. Remember Sirius Black for his love and laughter." Albus stepped down as Tonks walked to the podium.
"Sirius was a person who new what he wanted and no one was ever going to change that. He grew up in an unloving, uncaring, and dark family, but his decision never wavered. Sirius had a heart so full of love, riotousness, and dedication he knew which path to take. He was a wonderful and understanding person and deserved to be treated like one. He will remain in my life always. I will spread his love and he always know he has a place in my heart." She wiped her eyes on the back of her hand and took her seat just as McGonagall stood to take her turn,
"I taught Sirius for seven years in my career, but I knew him for much longer. He was a brilliant student and had a wonderful mind. He spread laughter like wild fire. It was impossible to teach with him in your class. He and his friends always in the back or class playing with fake wands of thinking another crazy scheme. It was nearly impossible to keep a strait face with him and that is what's I loved about Sirius Black." As the Professor took her seat she gave Remus a quick pat on the back as he moved towards the podium. He took a deep breath and began.
"Sirius," he took another breath, "Sirius was so full of happiness at school it was contiguous. He would make me laugh in the toughest situations. I knew I had to be the luckiest kid in the world to have such amazing friend as Sirius and James. But I was still keeping a secret from them. In our second year being the brilliant minds that they were they discovered my being a werewolf. I was terrified beyond comprehension that I would lose my best friends, my only friends I'd ever had. I realize now how foolish I was to ever doubt them. Not only did they accept my problem, they helped me. I was floored that anyone could care so much about a werewolf to actually become unregistered anamigius. We spent so many nights having adventures, playing pranks, finding passageways we had become the Mauderers. If only I knew how true that was. I will always have you in my heart Padfoot." He stood and walked slowly back to his seat and let out a long slow breath. It was Harry's turn.
He walked up to the podium and set his parchment down. He was doing this for Sirius. "I never knew my parents. I was one year old when I was left on my Aunt and Uncle's doorstep. You could say that I never knew the concept of a loving family. I had been with loving families and been accepted by them, but there was still something missing. It was my third year when I met Sirius in the Shrieking Shack. At the time I thought he was a murderer a betrayer. I was so wrong. I learned the true story of my parent's death and the fact that I now had a Godfather was too wonderful to be possible for someone like me. I may not have been able to live with him but I had at least some form of a family and that was more than I could have ever dreamed of. I was able to hear stories of my dad and his friends. His laugh was so real like a bark, and I will never forget him. Sirius is my family."
*****
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"Harry?" Harry was reminded he was not alone when Remus gazed at him his eyes full of deep concern.
"Yeah?" Harry noticed Remus probably looked as bad as Harry felt, considering the pale, skinny frame, and the dark circles under his eyes. The Professor looked as though he was about to say something, but quickly changed his mind.
"Why don't w-we go to breakfast?" Remus croaked uncertainly.
"Yeah," was all Harry could croak out at the moment his grief was beyond words. As Harry followed the werewolf down the old stairs he felt the depression swamp him so badly it was making it hard to breath the depression was swamping him, he would never see his godfather again, he was gone. Sirius didn't deserve to die, he was to young, and he should still be alive walking down these halls. Remus doesn't deserve this. I don't deserve this.
"Harry!" Harry was rudely awaken from his state of depression by a frantic Mrs.Weasley, who had literally jumped on top of him and was sobbing uncontrollably on his shoulder, "H-H-Harry, I-I-I'm so sorry, w-w-we s-s- should have known!" Harry was about to consol her but he was finding it difficult to breathe under the weight of Mrs.Weasley and his still healing ribs. Thankfully a moment later Remus and Ron had pulled her off and Harry was able to breathe at a normal pace again.
He looked over at the table at Ginny and Hermione who looked as though they to wanted to jump on him.
"Harry you need some food," said Remus as he gently guided Harry to the table as Mrs.Weasley forked massive amounts of food onto his plate. Harry was absolutely famished, but then again who wouldn't be after a week in a cupboard, and was stuffing his face with less than polite enthusiasm. By the time he finished, which was very quickly considering the massive amount of food on his plate, he began to notice the people who were actually in the room with him. Sitting on either side of him were Ron and Hermione, across from him was a hesitant looking Dean holding an impatient Ginny's hand, Neville was sitting cattycorner from Harry, while Remus, Tonks, and Mrs.Weasley were at either end of the table.
"Harry?" Remus interrupted uncertainly, "well, uh- lets see here, best we start with-" he pulled something hesitantly out of his pocket, "why don't you read this." Mrs.Weasley looked sternly over at Remus as he handed Harry a copy of the Daily Prophet. Harry gave Remus a questioning look before returning his gaze to the prophet:
Sirius Black Innocent
Notorious Mass Murderer Sirius Black confirmed innocent yesterday by the Minister of Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge. Black's (falsely accused for the betrayal of Lily and James Potter and the killing of thirteen people with one curse) name was cleared yesterday afternoon given the information of the recently captured Death Eaters. See the true story of Sirius Black
on page six.
Sirius Black, godfather of Harry James Potter, to was at the battle at the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic, fighting against
You- Know- Who risking his life and dying valiantly in the fight. The
memorial service for Sirius Black will be held at Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry on July 29, 1996 we invite you all to attend.
When Harry looked up Remus was still sitting at the end of the table looking down at the neatly folded hands in his lap. When Harry spoke it came out as a shaky croak, having Sirius name cleared was wonderful but it just came to late, and the prospect of a memorial service terrified him.
"There's a- a memorial service?" Harry wouldn't take his eyes off the paper until he noticed Remus's hands shaking and the slight nod of his head.
"They want us to speak," he whispered, eyes shut tight, "Tonks, Dumbledore, you, me a few other people." Harry had a sharp intake of breath at these words. "You don't have to of course." It was Harry's turn to shut his eyes tight now. Although it was not to hold back tears, he would not cry. Crying would only be one more thing to make it final and this wasn't happening, Sirius can't be dead. But if Harry were honest with himself, he knew it was true, if Dumbledore had permitted a service then there was nothing that could be done. Sirius is gone, dead, and I am never going to see that smiling face ever again. "Just think about it Harry", and with that Remus stood up and left.
Harry looked back down at the paper, on July 29, 1996, that was tomorrow. How was he supposed to be prepared for that? And to speak? That's insane, I can't do this. What am I supposed to say, 'sorry everyone, it's my fault he died,' and then burst into tears. The other members of the able seemed to noticing Harry's panic attack and were observing him carefully. Ginny was the first to take action.
"Harry, why don't you just say how you feel?" Harry looked up from the paper into Ginny's loving face. Wait, back up the broomstick did I just think loving? What am I doing thinking about girls? I've having an emotional breakdown. She is pretty hot though. WHAT DID I JUST THINK? This is crazy; remember how you got Sirius killed? Man aren't I having mood swings. Hey what did Ginny just say?
" What did you say, Ginny?" She looked as though she was trying desperately to not roll her eyes.
"I said, if it's that hard for you why don't you just say how you feel?"
"I could do that," Harry figured assumed he should work on this alone and at the moment he didn't feel like he'd be much fun so he excused himself and made his way to his and Ron's room, wincing with every step.
*****
Harry awoke early the next morning, if you could call it that considering he never really went to sleep. He had spent most of the day working on his speech and occasionally falling asleep but deliberately waking himself before he could let the nightmares come. Harry mildly considered being sleep and food deprived wasn't the best way to start the morning of a memorial service. So he slowly and carefully walked down the stairs to the kitchen but stopped midway when he heard angry voices coming from the room he was about to enter.
"Well at least Remus feels he has a reason to keep going. You should have seen him, Minerva, after he got over the initial shock. He was about to go and find those filthy muggles on the spot." It was Molly Weasley's voice.
"Well I'll join him. I am absolutely disgusted," now this was an angry McGonagall, Harry thought; " I knew Albus never should have left him there."
"And he's acting as though it never happened. The only he's thinking about Sirius, not that I'm blaming him of course." Mrs.Weasley stopped speaking to allow both of them to blow their noses.
"That boy has been through to much in his life time-," huh, they only knew the half of it, but he had heard enough. He cleared his throat to announce his presence. As he came downstairs McGonagall and Mrs.Weasley jumped apart and quickly wiped their eyes quickly. McGonagall looked completely bewildered by Harry's starved appearance and his fourth year dress robes sagging off his tiny body. He nodded politely to both women and sat at the table and began to fill his plate, and promptly ignored the concerned glances both adults were throwing at him. He was saved as Remus walked in striating his dress robes absentmindedly, but when he looked up Harry suddenly wished Remus would go away. His old professor looked exactly as Harry felt, and if he looked as bad as Remus he now understood his transfiguration teachers startled expression. Remus had terribly pale skin with dark circles under his eyes and was as frail as Harry was. He to was fumbling with pieces of folded up parchment, which Harry assumed was his own speech.
Ron's father had now entered the kitchen distracting Harry and Lupin from their concerned gazes to one another.
"The Ministry cars should be arriving any moment," Mr.Weasley spoke up, "are we all set?" Harry and Remus nodded and everyone who was present followed the man out of the kitchen. They reached the entrance hall quietly, making sure not to wake the portraits, as Harry nodded to his somber looking friends, when Mad-Eye shoved them out onto the streets and ushered them into the Ministry cars.
*****
Harry stepped out of the car after Mad-eye. Vast amounts of people were milling about the grounds talking in hushed voices. Hundreds of white chairs surrounded the frozen form of the Whomping Willow. A tall white podium stood in front of the old tree, and looked over the sea of people surrounding it. Ahead of the podium stood not one, but three, cherry wood coffins. Two of the coffins were closed lying beside one another and a third stood open in the center filled with flowers, photos and memorabilia of the late Sirius Black. Harry took a closer look at the tree to find three carvings of a bear like dog, a stag, and a tiger. Harry's breath caught in his chest as he realized that the two coffins lying beside the one that Sirius's body should have held were his parents. He felt totally winded he was not expecting this and by the looks on his companions faces they hadn't known either. Remus looked as though he were about to be sick. Harry could just see the images running through his mind. Harry saw a quick flash of a wolf carved into the tree, before it vanished.
Harry was still staring in shock at the coffins that he hadn't noticed the Headmaster of Hogwarts arrive. He stood before Harry and Remus the usual twinkle from his eyes absent. He spoke in a calm reassuring voice that irritated Harry to no end, and if he thought his voice was capable of use he would have mouthed off to the old man.
"I am deeply sorry I was not able to warn you about this occurrence." Dumbledore gestured to the coffins, "It was in all three of their wills that they all be buried together. This seemed to be the most ceremonial place for them." Harry was now feeling nauseated and Remus still staring in shock. "Remus?" the old man asked uncertainly.
The man spoke in a trance like whisper, "I buried Lily and James once without Sirius and now I have to do it again." Mrs.Weasley rushed over to Remus in a bone crushing hug and Harry had to lean over a nearby waste bin because that nautiluses felt as though it was about to release it self. A pale Ron came over and patted Harry's back gently after a few moments he spoke up.
"You okay, mate?" Harry nodded slightly and Ron led him to the reserved seats in the front row. The rest of the world was a blur to Harry as people began to take their seats to await the service. This had to be the most terrifying experience Harry had ever had. This was like the rally of the people who died because of Harry Potter and he felt absolutely sick. Harry watched as Dumbledore stood at podium and nodded to the organ player who slowly put her hands to the keyboard. Harry awaited the mournful tone but it never came. Just as everyone began to think something had gone wrong the organ began the full chorus of 'God Rest You, Merry Hippogriffs'. Once the song had ended Harry and Remus choked out a sob. That song had to be more depressing than the funeral march.
The headmaster cleared his throat and began, the twinkle back in his eyes as he looked down at a piece of parchment on the podium, he read: "Always keep the laughter going, Sirius." The professor looked to the audience, a small tear in the corner of his eye. "Sirius Black was a person who had so much love and laughter in his heart that he could just smile and you knew your day would be full of chaos and happiness. He was as dedicated to his laughter as he was to his love. For a man who spent twelve years in isolation for no fault of his own these are wise words. Remember Sirius Black for his love and laughter." Albus stepped down as Tonks walked to the podium.
"Sirius was a person who new what he wanted and no one was ever going to change that. He grew up in an unloving, uncaring, and dark family, but his decision never wavered. Sirius had a heart so full of love, riotousness, and dedication he knew which path to take. He was a wonderful and understanding person and deserved to be treated like one. He will remain in my life always. I will spread his love and he always know he has a place in my heart." She wiped her eyes on the back of her hand and took her seat just as McGonagall stood to take her turn,
"I taught Sirius for seven years in my career, but I knew him for much longer. He was a brilliant student and had a wonderful mind. He spread laughter like wild fire. It was impossible to teach with him in your class. He and his friends always in the back or class playing with fake wands of thinking another crazy scheme. It was nearly impossible to keep a strait face with him and that is what's I loved about Sirius Black." As the Professor took her seat she gave Remus a quick pat on the back as he moved towards the podium. He took a deep breath and began.
"Sirius," he took another breath, "Sirius was so full of happiness at school it was contiguous. He would make me laugh in the toughest situations. I knew I had to be the luckiest kid in the world to have such amazing friend as Sirius and James. But I was still keeping a secret from them. In our second year being the brilliant minds that they were they discovered my being a werewolf. I was terrified beyond comprehension that I would lose my best friends, my only friends I'd ever had. I realize now how foolish I was to ever doubt them. Not only did they accept my problem, they helped me. I was floored that anyone could care so much about a werewolf to actually become unregistered anamigius. We spent so many nights having adventures, playing pranks, finding passageways we had become the Mauderers. If only I knew how true that was. I will always have you in my heart Padfoot." He stood and walked slowly back to his seat and let out a long slow breath. It was Harry's turn.
He walked up to the podium and set his parchment down. He was doing this for Sirius. "I never knew my parents. I was one year old when I was left on my Aunt and Uncle's doorstep. You could say that I never knew the concept of a loving family. I had been with loving families and been accepted by them, but there was still something missing. It was my third year when I met Sirius in the Shrieking Shack. At the time I thought he was a murderer a betrayer. I was so wrong. I learned the true story of my parent's death and the fact that I now had a Godfather was too wonderful to be possible for someone like me. I may not have been able to live with him but I had at least some form of a family and that was more than I could have ever dreamed of. I was able to hear stories of my dad and his friends. His laugh was so real like a bark, and I will never forget him. Sirius is my family."
*****
A/N- I'm so sorry it took so long to update I've been really busy and this was a hard chapter to write. This chapter is dedicated to our beloved Padfoot. I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY NEED REVIEWS. You have no idea how much these help me get through this story. Please review, I need reviews.
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