The Celestial Guidance

by FlyingPixie (Lady Lyssa)

Disclaimer: Everything in this fic belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. Everything you do not recognize belongs to me! (That makes me feel so special :D)! If I were her, I would be writing the Half Blood Prince in a small café, rather than sitting here, typing on fanfiction!

A/N: This story takes place in Harry's sixth year, after OotP. H/G, R/Hr, PG-13 rating.

Sorry for the delay! Last weekend was killer. I had no free time whatsoever! I hope you enjoy this chapter! I know a lot of you have been waiting for this one since I started! Enjoy, and tell me what you think! I promise I'll try as hard as I can to post weekly, which has been getting harder and harder as my school load increases. Anyway, go on and read, and don't forget to review! I was supposed to update yesterday, but my internet shut down so I couldn't! :(

The Return of a Friend, a Godfather and a Marauder

The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile... it's the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friendship.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sirius apparated in front of Number Four Privet Drive, still under the protection of his invisibility cloak. He had tried apparating inside, but the wards hadn't let him in. At least I know they're working, he thought to himself as he thought of how best to present himself. Thinking back to the fact that he had been gone for quite a long period of time, and Harry was still (probably) mourning, Sirius didn't exactly want to scare him. He also didn't want to be attacked either, and if he knew his godson that would probably be his first reaction. After all, who would believe him when he said he had come back from the dead? Sirius sighed: he couldn't simply ring the doorbell. He highly doubted that the muggles would just let him in. Besides, it just wasn't his style anyway.

Thinking quickly, he decided to cast a Levitation spell on himself. He flew up to Harry's window. How was he supposed to open the window from the outside without Harry noticing? He looked inside. Everything appeared to be normal, and his godson was nowhere insight, so Sirius decided a quick Window-Unlocking charm would do the trick. He had never thought this charm would come in handy after his Marauder days, but one never knew. He flew in quickly and shut the window behind him. When he turned around, he was completely shell-shocked.

Harry's room was enormous. His puny, single bed had been transformed into a massive king-sized bed. Shelves upon shelves of books lined the walls. It had been completely refurbished with antique-style furniture. How had this happened? A change this enormous wouldn't simply happen over-night. He would ask Harry when he saw him, but figured that the Order was probably behind it. Thinking of which, where was his godson?

It was then that Sirius spotted a door between two of the shelves. He walked towards it and opened it, in for his second surprise of the day. He had expected the door to lead to a closet at worst, or another room at best. But a circular hallway, leading into multiple rooms? Sirius couldn't believe it. Why would the Order have done this? The only explanation was that Harry had refused to go to Grimmauld Place, but even that didn't make any sense. His best bet to finding Harry, along with some answers, was in one of these rooms.

He opened the first door, which was empty. Shrugging at the pointlessness of the room, Sirius opened the second door. One wall was lined with dummies. Upon closer inspection, they were fighting simulators; similar to those he had trained with at Auror Academy, but several models up. He hadn't even known they had existed. Why had the Order done this? What were they training Harry for? Sirius hated not knowing what was going on. He left the room and went on to the next one.

After searching two other rooms, he finally found Harry. Harry was currently doing ... well, Sirius didn't exactly know what he was doing. It looked as if Harry was in a deep trance. Seconds later, Sirius watched in fascination as his godson, completely oblivious to his entrance, shot a red bolt from his hands. The bolt stopped just short of the wall and came back to him, passing Harry as it flung to the other wall, once again just stopping short. The bolt them came once more to Harry, and dissipated. Harry had done all that without a wand, and with his eyes closed! Sirius watched, completely entranced, as a bolt of orange magic shot out of his hands as soon as the red one had disappeared, without missing a beat. A smile formed on Harry's otherwise expressionless face as the second bolt flew around the room in similar pattern to the first. Suddenly, just as the orange bolt had dissipated, Harry bolted out of his trance, staring directly at Sirius. He involuntarily shuddered: this wasn't good.

Harry smiled; this was absolutely amazing. In attempting to enter a trance long enough to cast multiple spells one after the other, he had gone far enough in his trance that his Second Sight had improved incredibly. Not only was the magic around him glowing strongly, but other things, such as the ceiling above him, the walls surrounding him, etc. also glowed, though dimly at that. He was now able to see around him, despite the fact that his eyes were closed. Of course, it wasn't in as much detail, but it was a definite start. This new gift could definitely come in handy if he was ever blindfolded.

Under this deep trance, he was able to cast spells one after the other, and even direct them around the room. His control had greatly increased under the trance, but at the same time Harry was having difficulty decreasing the power he poured into said spells. Practice would make perfect, and perfection was one thing he would have to strive for before the summer was over. Not just strive for, Harry reminded himself, but succeed.

Harry had started off by shooting various spells at the dummies, but then (purely by accident), he had discovered that he could shoot spells and manipulate their movements, and had spent the next hour or so practicing this new skill. He couldn't help the smile forming on his face. This was what had always been missing from magic. The next step up from simple wand casting.

In the middle of his spell work, Harry had felt a nagging at the back of his mind; feeling a familiar presence. It was indescribable, and he had no idea what it could mean. Ignoring it, he went back to his training. The nagging, however, just got worse as time wore on. Just as his last bolt of pure charm magic flew around the room, he turned his head slightly. The sight knocked him out of his trance. Harry turned around, staring directly at Sirius Black, his godfather.

The image was slightly distorted, making it quite obvious to him that Sirius was under an invisibility cloak. Harry shook his head, tears threatening to form. No, this wasn't Sirius, he chastised himself, it was an intruder. There was no other explanation. But why was he under an invisibility cloak if he had taken a Polyjuice Potion? Probably another trap, making it seem more likely that it was actually Sirius. Harry glared at the stranger. How dare Voldemort try a stunt like this? He would pay.

Harry entered a trance and took a defensive stance. He could not let this one out alive knowing his secret. Voldemort could not find out about his new powers. If he did, Harry would have lost his greatest advantage over him. Perhaps a quick stunner, and then a Mind-Zapping spell he had read about. That would do the trick, but first, he would let the stranger explain himself.

"What are you doing here, and what do you want?" Harry almost yelled at the intruder. It was something that had been bothering him. It was impossible for the person to have apparated inside, so the only explanation would be that he had used the front door, or, the more likely scenario, had flown up and entered through his window. Making a mental reminder to himself to install a magical alarm system, Harry's thoughts moved to the problem before him.

The tone with which his godson had posed his question frightened Sirius more than the fact that Harry could now see through invisibility cloaks. Sirius removed the cloak and stepped forward, hands raised to show that he meant no harm. "Harry, it's me, Sirius."

Auror reflexes back, Sirius just nearly dodged Harry's attack. If he hadn't known better, it would seem as if Harry was toying with him, not using full force and missing deliberately, quite a Slytherin thing to do. Either way, that attack had been too close for comfort. Harry repeated his question. "Sirius died. Who are you really? What are you doing here? How did you get in and what do you want? That last shot was a joke. I suggest you tell me the truth this time."

Sirius shuddered. Harry was so cold and distant. Not that he blamed him of course. He wouldn't be too happy if someone had come into his house unannounced. "Harry, it really is me. Ask me anything you want and I can tell you."

Harry appeared to think his question through. It was obvious that he would have to ask a question that only he and Sirius knew the answer to. Harry seemed to fight back tears as he voiced his question. "What was your last gift to me before I left Grimmauld Place?"

"A mirror, so that way we could always be in touch if you needed anything, or if Snape was giving you a hard time," Sirius too had to fight back tears. He had missed Harry so much, and it scared him to death that he might never have been able to see him again. "Harry, it really is me."

Harry broke down completely at Sirius' last words. Sirius ran up to him and hugged him as tightly as he could; seriously considering never letting go if his life depended on it. Tears were streaming freely down both of their cheeks as they were re-united again. Harry managed to choke out, "How?"

Sirius led his godson to his room, and the two sat down on Harry's bed. Sirius stated the simple truth: he had no idea how, but he had simply woken up in the Department of Mysteries. He was just glad to be back. Sirius prompted Harry to explain the changes to his room and his new gifts. Harry, having no qualms about telling his godfather, began his long tale about the Celestial Guidance Council, and how he was able to use magic without being detected by the Ministry. Though it took a few more promptings from Sirius, Harry managed to explain the prophecy and its contents.

When Sirius didn't think he could possibly handle any more surprises, a bombshell was landed on him. He couldn't believe that Harry, so young, had to bear this burden, and silently promised to do all that he could to help his godson. The two of them talked for hours, Harry unleashing a torrent of worries that had bogged him down as of late, glad to finally have someone to share them with. Together, they laughed and cried, enjoying each other's company. Sirius couldn't remember the last time he had ever done this with Harry, and doubted that he ever had.

"Oh Harry, it's so great to be back. I was so scared that I had lost you forever as I fell through that veil." Sirius couldn't find the words to express the great longing he had felt, but Harry nodded in understanding, having felt the same thing. It was then that Sirius' thoughts turned to Remus, the only other remaining Marauder. Sirius realized that he probably missed him almost as much as Harry.

"You know Harry, I should really go visit Remus." Harry eyes grew large and fearful, and he latched onto his godfather, afraid that he would leave him again. Completely understanding, Sirius nodded.

"Don't worry Harry; I'll bring you as well."

Calming considerably, Harry nodded as well. "How are we going to get there?"

Sirius considered this. He could Apparate himself without detection by anyone (a useful skill he had picked up), but he had never apparated two people before, undetected. He explained the problem to Harry.

Harry thought for a few minutes, before saying, "We could ride to Grimmauld Place, if you don't mind. It's probably the safest way anyway."

"Where do we get the brooms, might I ask?" Sirius countered, angry that he hadn't thought of it first...

"Why don't you conjure them?" Harry countered.

"Fine then, I will." Sirius furrowed his brow, deep in concentration, and waved his wand. Two Cleansweep brooms appeared before them. Sirius looked smug, not quite realizing that he had actually lost the 'fight'. When Sirius wasn't looking, Harry concentrated hard on the broomstick. He keyed into his transfiguratory magic, and transformed his broom into the latest Firebolt model available. He smiled internally, not believing that he had succeeded on his first try. It was much easier to change an object's original composition, then to conjure it from mid-air.

Sirius turned around, ready to cast a Disillusionment spell when he noticed Harry holding a Firebolt in place of the original Cleansweep. He glared accusingly at Harry, who had an innocent smile on his face. "What's wrong Sirius?" Harry asked, in the sweetest voice he could muster without falling to pieces.

Sirius' face turned bright red, before he cooled down. Harry would pay, of this he was certain. Yes, Harry would rue the day he had ever pranked Sirius Black. Wordlessly, ignoring the fact that Harry had a superior broom, he Disillusioned them with one spell, and they were off. The ride was spent in silence, Harry happy to spend time with his godfather, and rejoicing over his victory. Sirius, on the other hand, was already planning his comeback...

In under two hours they landed in front of Grimmauld Place, Sirius wasn't as paranoid as Moody, there weren't as many detours. Or rather, where they both knew Grimmauld Place should be. They both said the mantra in their heads until the battered door appeared between numbers eleven and thirteen, followed swiftly by the rest of the Headquarters.

Sirius and Harry looked at each other, faced with a dilemma. They couldn't exactly walk inside, or Sirius would be attacked. By the look on Sirius' face, Harry realized that his godfather wasn't ready to meet many people, and neither was he, he realized. They both simply wanted to talk to Remus. With sudden inspiration, Harry asked, "Do you know any illusory spells that would enable us to walk through unnoticed, even by Moody? A spell that would hide not only our images, but our sounds as well?"

Sirius was taken aback. That was Auror level thinking, and he should have thought of it first. "Of course, I know just the spell." A wave of his wand and a long incantation later, the Illusion spell was in place. It was a complicated spell that required a lot of concentration, especially if cast on multiple people, because it required a complex illusion. For instance, if they opened the door, the illusion would make it appear as if the door had never been touched. If they walked up the stairs, no matter how loud they stomped, not a sound would be heard by the house's occupants. A very useful spell for stake-outs on enemy territory, which is why it was taught in the last level of Auror academy.

Harry saw a wave of magic, red, orange and navy blue in color, spring out from Sirius' wand. The three different magics blended together so well that you could hardly tell where one ended and the other began. The spell wave covered the two of them; illusion in place. The two nodded to each other. Now all they had to do was find Remus.

"Is everyone present?" Dumbledore asked, his voice betraying his seemingly feeble body by sounding throughout the entire room. When no disagreement was heard, he continued. "Let this Order of the Phoenix meeting begin." Any last conversations were stopped, and all members turned to Snape, always the first to report.

Remus looked around. Only the Inner Circle was present this particular meeting, as most of the issues discussed would not pertain to the people of the Outer Sects. In particular, this included Harry and plans for his summer. Remus sighed, weary to the bone from both his last transformation and general fatigue owing to lack of sleep and thoughts of... he wouldn't let his mind travel there just yet. He had to pay attention.

Snape had been talking. "The Dark Lord had another meeting last night. He mentioned the three keys that would allow him to gain even more power and even more potential. In addition to the Blood Raven crystal, he has now laid claim to the Chain of Saberitus. Only one item left, and he will be able to attack Hogwarts, or worse."

Several gasps were heard around the room at his words. Dumbledore stood up, effectively silencing all. "Has Voldemort mentioned what the third item is?" Dumbledore directed his question at Snape. He doubted that he would receive the answer he desired, because Snape would have mentioned it in his report, but protocol demanded he ask the question that was on everyone's mind.

"No he has not, but I will try to gather as much information as I can. No other large scale plans were discussed during the meeting." With a curt nod to Dumbledore, Snape sat back in his chair. Dumbledore nodded, addressing the entire meeting this time. "I have taken the liberty of researching the origins of the Blood Raven Crystal. It was found missing from an Egyptian museum, but was not considered important enough to put more than a small report in the newspaper, the news never even reaching England. The ancient Egyptian wizards believed that this crystal held the power to change one's destiny by directly controlling the tapestry of life. As the legend goes, the more power a wizard holds, the easier it becomes to control the tapestry. However, no one ever deduced the secret to unleashing the crystal's power, so none of the authorities found the disappearance worth reporting. If what Snape says is true, then Voldemort has indeed found a way. I pray for all our sakes that I am wrong."

Everybody nodded, nobody having any comments on the matter. The atmosphere of the room was bleak. To control fate? That was a power no man should have. If Voldemort did indeed possess such a power...

Dumbledore continued "After much consideration on the matter, I have decided that young Harry should be brought to Grimmauld Place before his birthday. I would like to begin training him to be able to defend himself against Voldemort."

Not a lie, but not the entire truth. He wanted to train Harry to better make him able to fulfill the prophecy. Having him at Grimmauld Place also served the duel purpose of being able to keep a closer eye on him, without having to resort to spying on Privet Drive to ensure his safety. Like it or not, he bore the burden of the wizarding society on his shoulders.

Remus couldn't believe that Dumbledore actually considered having Harry come to Grimmauld Place. It just wasn't right. There was no way that the boy would be able to handle it. Apparently Molly Weasley held similar concerns.

"Why can't he simply come to the Burrow? He wouldn't have to spend the rest of the summer in this awful house with all its memories." She paused respectfully for a few seconds before continuing. "He would be around loving family members who can take care of him. It wouldn't do to have the poor boy spend any time here at all. Albus, he's just a boy for goodness sakes."

Dumbledore shook his head. If only she knew how wrong she truly was. Harry had lost his innocence, and had confronted Voldemort more than many of the Order members combined. Dumbledore had made that mistake once and he wouldn't make it again. No, Harry was no child, and could not be treated like one.

"Sadly Molly, Harry is no longer a boy, which ever way you wish to look at it. He is a growing young man, almost an adult, and should be treated likewise. I'm afraid there is no place other then Headquarters. The Burrow simply does not have enough protection spells in place, and it would take too long to improve the existing ones on top of our plans. I'm sorry, we have no other choice."

Molly huffed in her seat, but made no further comment, seeing that any would be futile and shot down immediately. When Dumbledore saw this, he continued, "Now, next order of business. Onto the Granger family..."

Remus trudged up the stairs and into his room, the Order meeting having just ended. He was absolutely exhausted. He lay down on his bed and closed his eyes, trying to allow sleep to claim him. As on most nights, sleep never came, and he lay unmoving on his bed. Sirius, why did you leave me? Remus was the only true Marauder left, and he missed his friends terribly.

His thoughts turned to Harry. Remus knew that Harry would be having trouble dealing as well, but didn't want to intrude on the boy's personal space. When Harry was ready, perhaps Remus could share some of the memories he had of Sirius, James and himself when they were younger. Perhaps...

It was on lonely nights such as this that Remus hated most of all. The reflections that lasted late into the night, until his exhausted body fell into an unfit sleep. He was much more tired than usual, and his transformations were getting worse and much more painful, taking a heavy toll on his body.

"Remus," he heard his name being called by Sirius.

He opened his eyes. Yup, that was Sirius all right. Used to this, he simply closed his eyes again. Some nights, visions of Sirius appeared. The first time, he had actually thought he was seeing his friend again, but soon learned it was just his brain playing tricks on him. He usually just ignored it now, and waited for the visions to leave him alone.

Sirius and Harry walked up the stairs to Remus' room.

"Should we knock?" Harry glared back at Sirius' ridiculous question in response. They entered the room, and closed the door softly behind them. Of course, they didn't have to, and could have slammed the door if they wished to, but it just didn't seem right. Sirius cast a Soundless spell on the room so no one would hear Remus' potential screams.

Undoing the Illusion spell, they walked up to Remus, who was currently lying on his back, eyes closed. Poor Remus, Sirius thought to himself. He called out his friend's name, but Remus only looked at him, and closed his eyes again without a second glance.

Harry and Sirius shared confused looks. They had expected more emotion than that. What was wrong with him? Shrugging, Harry called out this time, "Remus, it's us."

This time, Remus' eyes snapped open. He sat up in bed, confused. "Harry, what are you doing here?" Harry had never appeared before, it was usually only Sirius. Remus was seriously worried now. Looking carefully, he realized that the two people before him were real, not the usually hazy kind in day dreams. Remus jumped out of bed and grabbed the wand on his bedside table. "Who are you, what do you want and how did you get in here?"

Harry and Sirius shared a look, and tried not to laugh. This was the reaction they had been expecting. Relieved that their friend had not gone insane, the two smiled in tandem. "Remus, it's Harry and Sirius. Ask us anything you want and we can prove it to you."

"Don't lie to me. Sirius is dead, and Harry would have no way of getting here. I repeat, if you don't tell me who you are and what you want, I'll stun you 'til next week," like Harry, Remus had all but yelled this statement. Harry and Sirius sighed: this would not be easy.

"Seriously Moony, it's us. Really, just ask us. If we don't live up, you can stun us as much as you want."

Remus considered his options, and decided to ask a question. What was there to lose? It would simply prove his point: they were imposters. What if they answered the questions correctly? Well, he wouldn't go there. There was no way that they were Harry or Sirius. He decided to ask Sirius a question first. Remus thought of a question he could use. It would have to be something that only he and Sirius knew; something that Peter didn't.

"How many pranks did you, James and I do without Peter?"

Sirius grinned. How could he ever forget those pranks? There had only been five of them, but they had been the best pranks, not having been bogged down by Peter's mistakes, and they had never been caught. Everyone knew who had been behind the pranks, but no one had been able to prove it.

"There were five of them."

Remus wasn't fazed in the least. Lucky guess, nothing more. "Name them."

Sirius grinned even more. This would be a synch. "The first one was when the three of us had actual rain fall from the ceiling of the Great Hall. Of course, the rain was spelled so that it colored everyone's hair multi-colored! Even we had multi-colored hair, so no one suspected us. Or rather, could prove that we did it."

Remus stood gaping in front of them. No way, just another lucky guess. Somehow, his theory wasn't working anymore. Sirius didn't notice and had continued on.

"For the second one, wespelled the pumpkin juice when we snuck down into the kitchens, and the next day everyone who drank the pumpkin juice started to levitate. It took the teachers over an hour to figure out how to reverse the effects, because the pumpkin juice had special ingredients that make spells harder to reverse! It was you who had figured that out. Again, no one could point any fingers towards us."

Remus couldn't believe it. Another lucky guess? He couldn't believe it. How could Sirius be alive? He had seen him fall behind the Veil. There was no way anyone could pass the Veil between the living and the dead and survive. It was impossible.

"The third one was one of our best. Remember when Dumbledore had told us that we should try to increase school unity? We then added a variant of the Polyjuice Potion to the pumpkin juice and the water (if it worked the first time it would work again). It was a variant that allowed it to be mixed with other substances and not be obsolete. It also had an improved taste. It took us such a long time to come up with the recipe: so long in fact that only Dumbledore himself realized where the idea stemmed from. Anyway, the potion turned everyone into the carbon copy of Snape. You should have seen his face when he saw that. He was interrogated for a week, and he got a week's worth of detention with Filch." Sirius was outright laughing at the memory.

Remus was staring incredulously at Sirius, all doubts vanished. When Sirius saw this, he kept quite, not going on to the fourth and fifth pranks (despite the fact that Harry looked extremely interested). "How is this possible?" Remus managed to choke out.

"Well," Sirius began, running a hand through his hair. "I really have no idea. I just remember waking up at the Department of Mysteries, under the Veil. The good thing is that I'm back, right?" Remus ran up and hugged Sirius. His friend was back, actually back. This wasn't a dream, it was real. Sirius was actually here. Sirius hugged his friend back just as hard.

They laughed and the three sat on the bed, talking about the latest news. Harry listened to them recount some of their best pranks, as he thought. Should he tell Remus about the prophecy as well? Of course, he considered Sirius like the father he never had, but what about Remus? The two of them were his only link to his parents. Remus had stood by him when he had really needed him. Harry owed him this much. One look at Sirius told him everything. Sirius fell silent, allowing Harry to speak.

"I'm sure you heard about the prophecy Voldemort had tried to collect at June, correct?"

Remus frowned, not sure where Harry was going to take this. "Of course I do, but Dumbledore told us that it broke."

"True, it did, but Dumbledore heard the original prophecy being made himself." Harry re-counted the contents of the prophecy; once he started it became easier for him to finish, the hard part over. Remus nodded. At least he knew why Harry had been acting particularly distant, even more so than with just Sirius' death. Remus couldn't believe that Harry had had to suffer through so much, as if he hadn't had enough of a burden to bear. The three sat in silence, Remus processing the information. Harry motioned for Sirius to be silent about his new powers. He wasn't ready for more people to know. The prophecy was enough for one day.

"Do the others know yet?" Remus asked.

"No, you two, and Dumbledore, are the only ones. Please don't tell anyone. They will find out when I am ready to tell them."

Remus nodded. "Does anyone else know about Sirius coming back?"

"Not yet, no." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, an idea formed in his mind. He hadn't wanted to scare Harry and Remus, but the others...Remus caught Sirius' sparkling eyes and his feral grin, and understood at once. It was time for everyone to find out, Marauder style.

A/N: 5000 words! Can you believe it! I hope everyone liked the chapter! Please tell me whether or not it was up to standard!

I'm going to try to update as soon as possible, with longer chapters! Please review. I know there are people out there who read my story and don't review. If you've stuck with me thus far, the least you can do is review it and tell me your opinion! Read and review! Now, onto the review responses:

Harry/Ginnyfan4ever: I didn't relent! I simply called upon a stronger, much more powerful force! Glares Anyway, thank you for the review! I'll read your chapter as soon as I can. Walks away complaining about stupid internet.

Dr. Gero: I don't believe Hermione ever told her parents, or that it was ever mentioned in the books for that matter. She might have lightly gone over their 'adventures', but I doubt she would have told them all about Voldemort and the potential danger she's in, for fear that they would not allow her to go to school! As for the transformations, it is Ryder who will teach Harry (elf mentioned once in the second chapter. Don't worry, until I seriously introduce the character I can't expect you to remember that far back!). Harry won't be telling Ron for a while now, so the jealousy factor won't come in for a while. As for whether or not it will in the end, you'll just have to see! Thanks for the review!

Stahchild: Personally, I don't believe that seeing the Order first would have ever crossed poor Sirius' mind. After all, what harm could Harry do? Sirius wouldn't even spend too much time thinking about it, he would simply want to see Harry first. That's what I would do. After all, he would have to convince the Order in the first place, which is a lot harder because there are more of them. :D Does that answer it? If not, feel free to question it as much as you want. It makes me question why I do things sometimes, and helps me stay in character! Thanks for the review! I'm glad that you're enjoying the fic!

REALbluelightsaber: I can't promise that Harry won't be able to take out one Death Eater with one spell because his magic is very powerful (how else is he supposed to take out super-powered Voldie?), but he probably won't do it very often because he would want to conserve energy/magic. Besides, it wouldn't be very fun to read now would it...

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