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Erika- The Legacy of Lily and James
"How did you know we were in here?" I asked.
"Professor Jones told us," Dumbledore answered, turning to look at Anya, who was standing behind him.
She nodded.
"Is everyone all right?" Meg asked.
Dumbledore nodded, "The majority, yes. But there were deaths, and several injuries."
I cut him off, and asked, "Where's Harry? Where's my brother?"
"Miss Potter, your brother was injured. Not horribly, he'll be fine, I assure you. Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger are helping him and the other injured to the Hospital Wing. You can return to your dormitories in a few moments, but first, I wish to talk with you in my office," Dumbledore explained.
I wanted to go see Harry. I opened my mouth to say so, but Dumbledore held up a hand to silence me.
"It must wait until morning. You all need rest," Dumbledore told me.
It was nothing new for us to be sitting in Dumbledore's office. Anya was there too.
The meeting was short. We told him everything about our encounter with Ruth. He said little, and listened closely. He then dismissed us, asking Anya to escort us back to the tower.
I tried to ask her about Harry.
"He'll be fine," she said, shortly.
Conversation over.
Everyone was still in the common room when we walked in. Anya left us at the portrait. The others gave us strange looks, but we didn't really notice, and dismissed them quickly.
I was so tired. I fell right onto my bed, and heard Meg do the same in her bed. A moment later, I was asleep, and didn't realize that our other room-mates didn't come to bed.
When I woke up the next morning, Meg was all ready awake, and sitting on her bed.
I sat up in my own.
"'Morning," I whispered, and yawned.
"Good morning. Look," she said, and pointed to the other three beds, "Avery, Jewel, and Lucy never came to bed last night."
She was right. The beds were exactly as they were the night before.
"I wonder why," I said, leaning against the headboard.
Meg sighed, "I know why. When I got up, you were still asleep. I saw this stuck onto the door."
She handed me the paper, and I read it.
We know you're evil, that you're a Death Eater. You won't get a hold of us. We're going to Dumbledore.
"How. how did they figure it out?" I asked, shocked and surprised.
"I know how," Meg answered, "It was Ruth. Remember? When she took me, she called me 'sister dearest'. They must've heard."
I exclaimed, "That's bloody stupid!"
"It's not stupid. They don't know the truth," Meg pointed out.
"Well, I'll see about that," I said, and slid out of bed.
I slipped my shoes on, and left our room, leaving Meg behind, staring at my back.
Downstairs, in the common room, was every Gryffindor girl and quite a few boys.
They had slept down here, I realized.
"Erika!" Avery called, "Thank goodness you're okay! You can stay with us for now. Don't worry about her coming for us at night, we keep watches. Most of the girls are here, 'cept you and that Granger girl. We all ready sent someone to Dumbledore. Oh, I'm sorry! You must be so sad, suddenly realizing your best friend."
I cut in, "Avery, shut up! You don't know what you're talking about!"
"You knew?" Avery shrieked, "You know about her? And you're still her friend? You're a Potter. She's a Death Eater."
I sighed, "You're wrong."
I spun around, and went back up to our room. Meg was waiting. I told her about the short confrontation.
"Dumbledore'll take care of it," Meg assured me.
I nodded, "Let's go down to the Hospital Wing. I want to see Harry."
Hermione and Ron had beat us down there. The Hospital Wing was full. Most of the patients were asleep.
"Hi," I said when we walked up.
Harry was asleep.
"Meg, are you okay? The kids in the common room are idiots. Don't worry about that," Hermione said.
Meg nodded, "I'm fine."
"Is Harry okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, just a few curses. Madame Pomfrey made everyone stay the night anyway," Ron answered, "They're all under sleeping potions right now. What about you two, are you okay?"
We nodded, "Yeah."
"How long will he be asleep for?" I asked.
They shrugged.
"Another hour, probably," Hermione answered.
"OK, we'll stick around then," I decided.
Ron said, "Uh, I don't think that'll be happening. Hello, Professor."
We all turned to see Professor McGonagall standing behind us. We all muttered hellos.
"Miss Potter, Miss . . . Riddle, I'm sorry to take you away, but the headmaster requests to see you. It's very urgent," McGonagall said.
"Now?" I asked.
McGonagall nodded.
"If you aren't back when he wakes up, we'll tell him you were here but had to see Dumbledore," Hermione offered.
I nodded, "Thanks."
We followed McGonagall up to Dumbledore's office. He was waiting for us.
"Sit down, both of you," he said, not unkindly.
We sat down, and waited patiently.
"How many people are dead?" Meg asked in her quiet, solemn, voice that I had come to know.
"Eight. Three Hufflepuffs, one Slytherin, Two Ravenclaws, and two Gryffindors. One of them was a third year who was wandering the hallways when the attack happened," Dumbledore answered.
"Will all the injured be okay?" I asked.
He nodded, "Everyone that made it through the night is expected to recover, mostly if not fully. Two of the eight died during the night."
There was silence for a few minutes. Then Dumbledore spoke.
"Miss Riddle . . . the Gryffindors know . . . about you. Within the day, I believe the entire school will know. We can not keep the secret any longer," Dumbledore said.
Meg nodded, "Then . . . I suppose . . . We should . . . tell them."
I looked over at Meg. Her cover was blown. Everyone would know, and many would hate her. Because of her last name. "Riddle."
Dumbledore nodded, "I'll announce it at dinner. We can not wait."
There was a knock at the door. We all looked over, and the door opened.
Anya Jones entered.
"You wanted to see me, Headmaster?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, Anya, I thought it was time for us to tell Miss Riddle our good news," Dumbledore answered, smiling.
Any anodded, and took over, "Megan, Professor Dumbledore and I were talking. We were both well aware that you would be staying at the school over the summer, without someone's interference. We talked some more, and Dumbledore suggested that you come and stay with me. We'd have protection of course . . . and you could visit Erika as often as you'd like. So, what do you say? Wanna give my place a try?"
I looked at Meg. She was staring at Anya. I wasn't sure what she would say, how she would respond.
"Er. sure," Meg said.
"Brilliant!" Anya replied, "Oh, yes, headmaster, Professor McGonagall wanted me to tell you that Fudge is here, demanding to see you."
Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, well . . . Anya, why don't you take Miss Potter and Miss Riddle to the Hospital Wing, and I'll speak with Fudge."
We left. Meg and I were silent on the walk, but Anya talked enough for all of us.
She left us at the Hospital Wing, where we were happy to find Harry awake.
"How did the meeting go?" Hermione asked.
"Fine. Harry, are you okay?" I asked, turning to look at my older brother.
He nodded, "Yeah, just a bit cursed. I'll be out by dinner. How did the whole attack end?"
"Eight dead," Ron answered, "And everyone in here's hurt."
"But everyone's going to be okay," I put in.
Harry sat up, an asked, "What did Dumbledore say to you two?"
We all looked at Meg, who answered, "We're telling the whole school tonight. About me. And my 'family'."
"What? Why?" Harry asked, shocked.
"Didn't Ron or Hermione tell you? The Gryffindors know. They heard Ruth talking to Meg. They know about her being Ruth's sister, and they all know Ruth is Voldemort's grand-daughter. And even if they don't know that, they'll have it all figured out that Meg's sister is a Death Eater. And, in their minds, since Ruth's a Death Eater, Meg must automatically be one too," I explained.
Meg took over, "We're going to try and save what's left of my life. Not that it matters much. Once news reaches the parents that Voldemort's grand-daughter is at Hogwarts, I'll probably be forced to leave."
"They won't fore you to leave. They might try, but Dumbledore won't let them. He's Dumbledore, and he's headmaster of Hogwarts. Not even Fudge, the minister of magic, could take you away if Dumbleodre wants you here. I mean, people didin't like it when Sirius came here right after his trial, but Dumbledore kept him. And they all thought he was Voldemort's second-in- command!" Hermione pointed out.
"But not his own blood! I have his blood, I have Slytherin's blood! I am an heir of Slytherin, I was born to bring darkness!" Meg protested.
We all fell silent, staring at her.
I spoke first, quietly, "Meg, you sounded just like Ruth, just then."
Meg's eyes became wide with realization.
"Oh no! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Oh, why did I say that? Why? I'm sorry, very, very, sorry!" Meg cried.
"It's okay, Meg, we know you're not evil just . . . frustrated," I said, "Right, guys?"
Everyone nodded.
"You have every right to an outburst like that," Harry told her.
"It was just a bit scary, you know, actually hearing you say that," Ron said.
"We forgive you," Hermione agreed.
Meg sighed, "Thank's guys."
* * * A distant place
Ruth was not looking forward to seeing Voldemort. He would not be happy with her at all. But here she was, standing before him.
"Ruth," he hissed, "Your performance at Hogwarts greatly disappoints me And Lord Voldemort does not like to be disappointed. Not only did you fail in capturing the school, killing the Potters and Anya Jones, but you expressly disobeyed me! I ordered you not to play around, and just kill Megan, the traitor, but you felt you had to have some fun first! And she escaped, along with Jones and the Potters! Had you done as told, we would have Hogwarts, and the Potters and Jones would no longer be a threat! Ruth, your failures are beginning to annoy me. Crucio!"
Ruth screamed, and crumbled to the floor in pain. The Death Eaters recoiled. Voldemort had yet again showed how merciless he was . . . using one fo the Unforgiveable Curses on his own blood and heir.
A moment passed, and Voldemort removed the curse. Ruth scrammbled up.
"Enough. No more failures. Ruth, take your spot," he hissed.
Ruth moved to her spot beside him. A Death Eater walked into the room.
"What?" Voldemort growled.
"My Lord, we're sensing resistance in another one of the children," the Death Eater said.
"Which one?" Voldemort asked.
"Adrienne."
* * * Hogwarts As told by Megan Alhide Dere Riddle
Dumbledore had told me to wait in this chamber off the Great Hall. It was quite small, with a fireplace. I could hear the students sitting down to dinner.
I wished I could be with them, just a normal student, just Megan. Not Voldemort's grand-daughter, not Ruth's sister, not a Riddle, not a seer, just Megan.
Erika had tried to come with me, but I had sent her back to the Great Hall. Harry was just coming back from the Hospital Wing . . .
I heard Dumbledore call attention to the students, and waited.
"Yesterday evening, our future was threatened when Lord Voldemort's forces attacked our school," he began, and continued without waiting for the ripple of fear that had swept through the Hall at the mention of his name, "Eight of our own lay dead, to be buried in a memorial service tomorrow. Most of our injured have returned to us, and the rest will recover within a few days. But, despite it all, Hogwarts is still free. Free for all students who wish to learn. We close our doors to no one."
That was my cue. I walked out of the room, and stood beside Dumbledore, facing the entire school. A whisper ran through the studens, as I tried not to look at them.
"The girl before you came here for the same reason as the rest of you did: to learn. Only her journey was much harder, as many of the Gryffindors have discovered. The girl before you told you her name was Megan Dere, but her true name is Megan Alhide Dere Riddle, and she is the grand-daughter of Lord Voldemort, and sister of his heir, Ruth, and heir of Slytherin," Dumbledore said.
The room burst into shouts ("I knew her name sound fimiliar!" Malfoy shouted). I wanted to recoil, but stopped myself from doing so. Appear strong.
Dumbledore regained control, and continued, "She has commited no crime, done no wrong. You merely hate her because of her name. And yet, she was an heir of Slytherin, placed in Gryffindor, the friend of the Potters, and I, myself, trust her. Under the use of Vertiserum, she was proven innocent of every crime, with one true desire: to escape her grandfather and the dark side. Now, students, hate her if you must, but I can assure you, the girl standing before you is just like you, innocent, and an enemy of Lord Voldemort. Megan, you can go sit down now."
* * * Later As told by Erika Potter
The next day, an article appeared in the Daily Prophet about Hogwarts, the attack, and Megan's true identity. We had great fun finding all the copies we could, and burning them.
Avery, Jewel, and Lucy came back to our room, but still occasionally shot Meg looks.
And then, our first year ended.
* * * Somewhere else As told by someone
The room was dark, and smelled bad. It was cold, but never the less, a young girl sat in a chair, her back straight, and tears soaking her cheeks.
"Megan . . ."
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Erika- The Legacy of Lily and James
"How did you know we were in here?" I asked.
"Professor Jones told us," Dumbledore answered, turning to look at Anya, who was standing behind him.
She nodded.
"Is everyone all right?" Meg asked.
Dumbledore nodded, "The majority, yes. But there were deaths, and several injuries."
I cut him off, and asked, "Where's Harry? Where's my brother?"
"Miss Potter, your brother was injured. Not horribly, he'll be fine, I assure you. Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger are helping him and the other injured to the Hospital Wing. You can return to your dormitories in a few moments, but first, I wish to talk with you in my office," Dumbledore explained.
I wanted to go see Harry. I opened my mouth to say so, but Dumbledore held up a hand to silence me.
"It must wait until morning. You all need rest," Dumbledore told me.
It was nothing new for us to be sitting in Dumbledore's office. Anya was there too.
The meeting was short. We told him everything about our encounter with Ruth. He said little, and listened closely. He then dismissed us, asking Anya to escort us back to the tower.
I tried to ask her about Harry.
"He'll be fine," she said, shortly.
Conversation over.
Everyone was still in the common room when we walked in. Anya left us at the portrait. The others gave us strange looks, but we didn't really notice, and dismissed them quickly.
I was so tired. I fell right onto my bed, and heard Meg do the same in her bed. A moment later, I was asleep, and didn't realize that our other room-mates didn't come to bed.
When I woke up the next morning, Meg was all ready awake, and sitting on her bed.
I sat up in my own.
"'Morning," I whispered, and yawned.
"Good morning. Look," she said, and pointed to the other three beds, "Avery, Jewel, and Lucy never came to bed last night."
She was right. The beds were exactly as they were the night before.
"I wonder why," I said, leaning against the headboard.
Meg sighed, "I know why. When I got up, you were still asleep. I saw this stuck onto the door."
She handed me the paper, and I read it.
We know you're evil, that you're a Death Eater. You won't get a hold of us. We're going to Dumbledore.
"How. how did they figure it out?" I asked, shocked and surprised.
"I know how," Meg answered, "It was Ruth. Remember? When she took me, she called me 'sister dearest'. They must've heard."
I exclaimed, "That's bloody stupid!"
"It's not stupid. They don't know the truth," Meg pointed out.
"Well, I'll see about that," I said, and slid out of bed.
I slipped my shoes on, and left our room, leaving Meg behind, staring at my back.
Downstairs, in the common room, was every Gryffindor girl and quite a few boys.
They had slept down here, I realized.
"Erika!" Avery called, "Thank goodness you're okay! You can stay with us for now. Don't worry about her coming for us at night, we keep watches. Most of the girls are here, 'cept you and that Granger girl. We all ready sent someone to Dumbledore. Oh, I'm sorry! You must be so sad, suddenly realizing your best friend."
I cut in, "Avery, shut up! You don't know what you're talking about!"
"You knew?" Avery shrieked, "You know about her? And you're still her friend? You're a Potter. She's a Death Eater."
I sighed, "You're wrong."
I spun around, and went back up to our room. Meg was waiting. I told her about the short confrontation.
"Dumbledore'll take care of it," Meg assured me.
I nodded, "Let's go down to the Hospital Wing. I want to see Harry."
Hermione and Ron had beat us down there. The Hospital Wing was full. Most of the patients were asleep.
"Hi," I said when we walked up.
Harry was asleep.
"Meg, are you okay? The kids in the common room are idiots. Don't worry about that," Hermione said.
Meg nodded, "I'm fine."
"Is Harry okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, just a few curses. Madame Pomfrey made everyone stay the night anyway," Ron answered, "They're all under sleeping potions right now. What about you two, are you okay?"
We nodded, "Yeah."
"How long will he be asleep for?" I asked.
They shrugged.
"Another hour, probably," Hermione answered.
"OK, we'll stick around then," I decided.
Ron said, "Uh, I don't think that'll be happening. Hello, Professor."
We all turned to see Professor McGonagall standing behind us. We all muttered hellos.
"Miss Potter, Miss . . . Riddle, I'm sorry to take you away, but the headmaster requests to see you. It's very urgent," McGonagall said.
"Now?" I asked.
McGonagall nodded.
"If you aren't back when he wakes up, we'll tell him you were here but had to see Dumbledore," Hermione offered.
I nodded, "Thanks."
We followed McGonagall up to Dumbledore's office. He was waiting for us.
"Sit down, both of you," he said, not unkindly.
We sat down, and waited patiently.
"How many people are dead?" Meg asked in her quiet, solemn, voice that I had come to know.
"Eight. Three Hufflepuffs, one Slytherin, Two Ravenclaws, and two Gryffindors. One of them was a third year who was wandering the hallways when the attack happened," Dumbledore answered.
"Will all the injured be okay?" I asked.
He nodded, "Everyone that made it through the night is expected to recover, mostly if not fully. Two of the eight died during the night."
There was silence for a few minutes. Then Dumbledore spoke.
"Miss Riddle . . . the Gryffindors know . . . about you. Within the day, I believe the entire school will know. We can not keep the secret any longer," Dumbledore said.
Meg nodded, "Then . . . I suppose . . . We should . . . tell them."
I looked over at Meg. Her cover was blown. Everyone would know, and many would hate her. Because of her last name. "Riddle."
Dumbledore nodded, "I'll announce it at dinner. We can not wait."
There was a knock at the door. We all looked over, and the door opened.
Anya Jones entered.
"You wanted to see me, Headmaster?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, Anya, I thought it was time for us to tell Miss Riddle our good news," Dumbledore answered, smiling.
Any anodded, and took over, "Megan, Professor Dumbledore and I were talking. We were both well aware that you would be staying at the school over the summer, without someone's interference. We talked some more, and Dumbledore suggested that you come and stay with me. We'd have protection of course . . . and you could visit Erika as often as you'd like. So, what do you say? Wanna give my place a try?"
I looked at Meg. She was staring at Anya. I wasn't sure what she would say, how she would respond.
"Er. sure," Meg said.
"Brilliant!" Anya replied, "Oh, yes, headmaster, Professor McGonagall wanted me to tell you that Fudge is here, demanding to see you."
Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, well . . . Anya, why don't you take Miss Potter and Miss Riddle to the Hospital Wing, and I'll speak with Fudge."
We left. Meg and I were silent on the walk, but Anya talked enough for all of us.
She left us at the Hospital Wing, where we were happy to find Harry awake.
"How did the meeting go?" Hermione asked.
"Fine. Harry, are you okay?" I asked, turning to look at my older brother.
He nodded, "Yeah, just a bit cursed. I'll be out by dinner. How did the whole attack end?"
"Eight dead," Ron answered, "And everyone in here's hurt."
"But everyone's going to be okay," I put in.
Harry sat up, an asked, "What did Dumbledore say to you two?"
We all looked at Meg, who answered, "We're telling the whole school tonight. About me. And my 'family'."
"What? Why?" Harry asked, shocked.
"Didn't Ron or Hermione tell you? The Gryffindors know. They heard Ruth talking to Meg. They know about her being Ruth's sister, and they all know Ruth is Voldemort's grand-daughter. And even if they don't know that, they'll have it all figured out that Meg's sister is a Death Eater. And, in their minds, since Ruth's a Death Eater, Meg must automatically be one too," I explained.
Meg took over, "We're going to try and save what's left of my life. Not that it matters much. Once news reaches the parents that Voldemort's grand-daughter is at Hogwarts, I'll probably be forced to leave."
"They won't fore you to leave. They might try, but Dumbledore won't let them. He's Dumbledore, and he's headmaster of Hogwarts. Not even Fudge, the minister of magic, could take you away if Dumbleodre wants you here. I mean, people didin't like it when Sirius came here right after his trial, but Dumbledore kept him. And they all thought he was Voldemort's second-in- command!" Hermione pointed out.
"But not his own blood! I have his blood, I have Slytherin's blood! I am an heir of Slytherin, I was born to bring darkness!" Meg protested.
We all fell silent, staring at her.
I spoke first, quietly, "Meg, you sounded just like Ruth, just then."
Meg's eyes became wide with realization.
"Oh no! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Oh, why did I say that? Why? I'm sorry, very, very, sorry!" Meg cried.
"It's okay, Meg, we know you're not evil just . . . frustrated," I said, "Right, guys?"
Everyone nodded.
"You have every right to an outburst like that," Harry told her.
"It was just a bit scary, you know, actually hearing you say that," Ron said.
"We forgive you," Hermione agreed.
Meg sighed, "Thank's guys."
* * * A distant place
Ruth was not looking forward to seeing Voldemort. He would not be happy with her at all. But here she was, standing before him.
"Ruth," he hissed, "Your performance at Hogwarts greatly disappoints me And Lord Voldemort does not like to be disappointed. Not only did you fail in capturing the school, killing the Potters and Anya Jones, but you expressly disobeyed me! I ordered you not to play around, and just kill Megan, the traitor, but you felt you had to have some fun first! And she escaped, along with Jones and the Potters! Had you done as told, we would have Hogwarts, and the Potters and Jones would no longer be a threat! Ruth, your failures are beginning to annoy me. Crucio!"
Ruth screamed, and crumbled to the floor in pain. The Death Eaters recoiled. Voldemort had yet again showed how merciless he was . . . using one fo the Unforgiveable Curses on his own blood and heir.
A moment passed, and Voldemort removed the curse. Ruth scrammbled up.
"Enough. No more failures. Ruth, take your spot," he hissed.
Ruth moved to her spot beside him. A Death Eater walked into the room.
"What?" Voldemort growled.
"My Lord, we're sensing resistance in another one of the children," the Death Eater said.
"Which one?" Voldemort asked.
"Adrienne."
* * * Hogwarts As told by Megan Alhide Dere Riddle
Dumbledore had told me to wait in this chamber off the Great Hall. It was quite small, with a fireplace. I could hear the students sitting down to dinner.
I wished I could be with them, just a normal student, just Megan. Not Voldemort's grand-daughter, not Ruth's sister, not a Riddle, not a seer, just Megan.
Erika had tried to come with me, but I had sent her back to the Great Hall. Harry was just coming back from the Hospital Wing . . .
I heard Dumbledore call attention to the students, and waited.
"Yesterday evening, our future was threatened when Lord Voldemort's forces attacked our school," he began, and continued without waiting for the ripple of fear that had swept through the Hall at the mention of his name, "Eight of our own lay dead, to be buried in a memorial service tomorrow. Most of our injured have returned to us, and the rest will recover within a few days. But, despite it all, Hogwarts is still free. Free for all students who wish to learn. We close our doors to no one."
That was my cue. I walked out of the room, and stood beside Dumbledore, facing the entire school. A whisper ran through the studens, as I tried not to look at them.
"The girl before you came here for the same reason as the rest of you did: to learn. Only her journey was much harder, as many of the Gryffindors have discovered. The girl before you told you her name was Megan Dere, but her true name is Megan Alhide Dere Riddle, and she is the grand-daughter of Lord Voldemort, and sister of his heir, Ruth, and heir of Slytherin," Dumbledore said.
The room burst into shouts ("I knew her name sound fimiliar!" Malfoy shouted). I wanted to recoil, but stopped myself from doing so. Appear strong.
Dumbledore regained control, and continued, "She has commited no crime, done no wrong. You merely hate her because of her name. And yet, she was an heir of Slytherin, placed in Gryffindor, the friend of the Potters, and I, myself, trust her. Under the use of Vertiserum, she was proven innocent of every crime, with one true desire: to escape her grandfather and the dark side. Now, students, hate her if you must, but I can assure you, the girl standing before you is just like you, innocent, and an enemy of Lord Voldemort. Megan, you can go sit down now."
* * * Later As told by Erika Potter
The next day, an article appeared in the Daily Prophet about Hogwarts, the attack, and Megan's true identity. We had great fun finding all the copies we could, and burning them.
Avery, Jewel, and Lucy came back to our room, but still occasionally shot Meg looks.
And then, our first year ended.
* * * Somewhere else As told by someone
The room was dark, and smelled bad. It was cold, but never the less, a young girl sat in a chair, her back straight, and tears soaking her cheeks.
"Megan . . ."
A/N- Well, that's it! A bit longer than my others, but not as long as some in Lily's Lake!!! You guys should be happy, my hands HURT now!!! Eek! Well, shout outs to Jeri, Kristen (who probably isn't even reading this), and Maegan (who I know isn't reading this). Well, now that you've read, there is this little light purplish button at the bottom of the page. Press it and submit a review! That's all, I think!!!
Any additional comments can be given to me at StarlightEve111@aol.com
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