Disclaimer: Hermione, Ginny and the other HP characters belong to JKR, not me. Jack and Will from PotC belong to Disney.
Ch. 17:
"Where to, folks?" asked the driver, who didn't seem fazed by the sudden appearance of Elizabeth and her father. Jack and Will bent their heads in discussion, and after awhile came to a conclusion on their destination.
"Take us to the nearest inn in London," said Will. "And it you could, it'd be great if you'd pick us up tomorrow morning." The driver nodded and told them all to hop in.
"Will, my boy, I can't thank you enough for coming to our aid," said the Governor.
"It was nothing, sir," said Will. Bemusedly, Hermione noticed that the tips of his ears had turned red, much like Ron's did when he was embarrassed about something.
"I will be proud to call you my son-in-law; I couldn't have asked for a better man to marry my daughter." Will was speechless; never had Elizabeth's father openly approved of him so much.
"Thank you sir." Will shook his hand, grateful for his vote of confidence.
As the group crowded into the carriage, they realized that there weren't enough seats for everybody, since they picked up two additional passengers. Will solved that problem by offering to have Elizabeth sit on his lap. Smiling at her fiancee, Elizabeth accepted gratefully, and to Hermione's surprise, her father had no objections. Will sat in the window seat with Elizabeth, who sat next to Hermione, then Ron, then Harry, then Ginny. Jack and Governor Swann were the only ones who were still standing outside.
"Shotgun!" Jack crowed happily and yanked open the side door to the carriage.
"Jack!" Ginny hissed. "Don't you think it'd be polite to let Governor Swann ride up front?" Jack shook his head no, but then quailed under the doubly intense glares of Hermione and Ginny.
"Govna, why don't yeh take the front seat?" Jack held the door for the elderly man, who beamed at the disgruntled pirate.
"Why thank you, mister..." Weatherby Swann glanced back at Jack, not sure of his name.
"Sparrow," Jack supplied helpfully. The governor nodded blankly, Jack tightly shut the door, and then climbed in back next to Ginny. The carriage lurched forward and they were off. As soon as they started moving, Jack screeched,
"What's wrong with you two? I really wanted to stretch my legs..." Ginny and Hermione glanced at each other warily. Through eye communication, Ginny let Hermione explain this one.
"We thought that Elizabeth might want an explanation as to how we rescued her," said Hermione. "And it's probably best if her father wasn't privy to all the details." She motioned to the Governor who was amiably chatting with the driver, oblivious to their conversation due to the glass barrier.
"Oh," said Jack, knowingly. He stretched, yawned, and got comfortable. "Explain away."
Hermione then informed Elizabeth of the existance of witches and wizards, trying to keep her explanation as brief as possible. She told her how they'd used their magic to find her location, and to break into the house without causing any noticable damage. Luckily, Elizabeth took the news rather well, much better than Will had. Perhaps this was due to the fact that she had an extremely open mind for her time. After all, this was the woman who'd been facinated by pirates since an early age.
"So let me get this straight – you, Ginny, Ron, and Harry practice magic at school but you travelled through time to come here because you're escaping from a Dark Wizard?" Elizabeth asked, all the while leaning back on Will, who had his arms wrapped around her. The now content blacksmith-turned-pirate seemed to never want to let her go. Hermione smiled at this open display of affection; after seeing them together, she finally acceptied that this was who Will was meant for. If he was happy, then she was happy.
"Well, you're partially right," Hermione admitted. "Harry needed a place to train some young wizards to fight against evil, a place where Voldemort would never find us. So we chose the Black Pearl. Jack was kind enough to let us use his ship." At this, Jack pointed to himself as if to say, 'that's me'. Elizabeth frowned in confusion.
"But what I don't understand is why here? Why now? How did you ever find Jack and Will in the first place?" Hermione went scarlet, and was saved from embarrassment when Ginny took up the story, explaining about the daydream charms. After Ginny finished, Hermione guiltily stared at the floor, afraid to look Elizabeth in the eye. But the Governor's daughter just grinned at her.
"Don't worry; I'm not angry with you, Hermione," she assured the young witch, who'd dared to look up. "Just the opposite; I'm forever grateful to you for keeping Will company during the time that I couldn't be with him." Exhausted from her ordeal, Elizabeth rested her head on Will's shoulder.
"As am I," said Will, smiling. Everyone was quiet after that, even Jack who seemed to be uncharacteristically tired. Captain Sparrow was yawning hugely by the time the carriage pulled in front of the inn. The drained group staggered their way through the entrance and up to the check-in counter.
"How may I help you?" the clerk asked. At this point, Jack's energy level had returned to it's normal heights.
"Captain Jack is back!" he announced, waving his arms around erratically. Will shushed him.
"Jack," he scolded. "Not so loud! People are trying to sleep." Will turned around to face the clerk and Jack made a rather rude gesture at his best friend.
"Welcome back, Mr. Sparrow," said the clerk, succeeding at keeping a straight face. "Do you want your usual accomadations?" Jack smirked and decided to poke a little more fun at his good friend Will.
"I don't know about me," he began, "but those two could definitely use a room," Jack told the clerk, pointing at Will and Elizabeth, still locked in each other's arms. Poor Will's face turned tomato red. But Elizabeth just grew angry.
"You're hilarious, Jack," Elizabeth told him, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Actually, if you must know, I'm going to sleep in Hermione and Ginny's room."
"Good night, Jack," Will said pointedly, glaring at him. Taking the hint, Jack strode off towards his room, muttering something about 'eunuchs'. The clerk was viewing this entire scene, struggling to keep his emotions in check.
"So how many rooms will that be, then?" he asked them. Harry had the presence of mind to answer decently.
"We'll take two. The boys will room with Jack, and the girls will have a room of their own." The clerk nodded, and gave Harry the bill and the keys. After bidding the clerk good night, Harry gave one of the keys to Ginny.
"Ron, we'd better go and let Jack in the room," he whispered, tugging on Ron's maroon Weasley sweater.
"Right," agreed Ron. "See you in the morning, everybody."
"We'll come with you," said Hermione, brightly and she and Ginny followed them down the hall. I'll have to thank Harry tomorrow for having the presence of mind to let Elizabeth and Will have some time alone to say goodnight.
Hermione and Ginny found their room with no trouble, and they conjured up a cot each so that Elizabeth could have a proper night's sleep in the bed. Moments later, Elizabeth joined them. As she entered the room, a serene smile graced her lovely features, and Hermione knew that she had only one thing on her mind.
"So how many days until the wedding?" Ginny teased, and this time Elizabeth really did blush.
"Will said that as soon as we return to Southampton to collect your friends, we can have it whenever I can find a church and a suitable church." She paused, her eyes shining.
"But then I told him that I didn't need any old fancy dress, and that I reminded him that we had someone with us who could perform the ceremony..."
"Jack!" said Hermione with disbelief. "But he's a pirate!" Elizabeth laughed.
"That's exactly what Will said. But he's still a captain, and as long as we could obtain a marriage certificate, I could be Mrs. Will Turner by tomorrow evening..." she trailed off and Ginny squealed with excitement.
"You should go for it, Elizabeth!"
"Really? You think so?" said the Governor's daughter hesitantly. "What if my father -"
"You can always have a second proper wedding in a church when you return to Port Royal if he has any objections," Hermione sensibly pointed out, and Elizabeth nodded slowly.
"You're right...I think I'll ask Jack tomorrow," she told the young witches breathlessly. "Can you believe it? I'm finally getting to marry Will," she stated dreamily. "I've waited for so long; when I was kidnapped, I'd thought never come for me." Then she turned to the girls worriedly, "You don't think Jack will mind performing the ceremony, do you?"
"Jack? Mind? Not possible," scoffed Ginny. "He'll be itching to celebrate afterwards and bust out his rum." Elizabeth had to agree with her there.
"Well, Elizabeth, you'll need your rest for tomorrow night," Hermione reminded her after a moment's silence. "We probably should go to bed now."
"Good idea," the bride-to-be murmured appovingly. "Well then, good night girls." Exhausted from their ordeal, the three girls fell asleep within moments.
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The next morning, the group awoke bright and early so they could meet the coachman on time. Right away, Elizabeth asked Jack if he wouldn't mind doing the honors of marrying her and Will and of course he happily agreed. It took her a little more courage to tell her father what she and Will had in mind, but thankfully he gave his consent, as long as they had a real wedding when they returned home. Once they'd all piled into the carriage (they let the Governor ride in front again) Hermione and Ginny broke the news to the boys about Will and Elizabeth's wedding that night.
"Congratulations," said Harry, shaking Will's hand.
"Yeah, that's really great," echoed Ron, doing the same.
Harry seemed quite happy for the couple, Hermione noted, whereas Ron was absolutely thrilled.
After much discussion with Jack, they all agreed to have the wedding on the deck of the Pearl at sunset. The lively group talked about wedding details all through the morning and afternoon until they reached Southampton at half past three.
"I'm starving!" moaned Ron as they entered the city limits. "Can we stop for some food, please?" Harry's stomach growled in agreement. Jack chuckled.
"I'm quite hungry meself, young Weasley. That's not a bad idea." Jack had the driver drop off Will, the Governor, and Elizabeth at the courthouse so they could obtain a marriage liscence while the rest of the group found a tavern.
"Don't load up too much now," Jack cautioned. "For we shall feast later on the Pearl." Ron obviously disregarded his warning, and filled up on red meat, bread, and cheese while the rest just had a light snack. Jack frowned at Ron's behavior until Ginny informed him that her brother's stomach was a bottomless pit. Hermione saved some food for Will and the Swanns, who arrived later.
"Any luck?" She needn't have asked; the glow on the happy couple's faces was enough of an answer.
"Well then, now that that's settled, let's return to me ship!" crowed Jack. They followed him down to the docks, struggling to keep up as the pirate raced to meet Gibbs and Anamaria. The remnants of the D.A also stood on the top deck to greet them.
"Jack! You're back!" cried Ana, who led him away from the main group.
"Indeed I am, luv," he told her, grinning. "And not without a couple more passengers." Gibbs was shaking Will's hand.
"Welcome back, Mr. Turner," Gibbs said gravely. "You arrived not a moment too soon. We've had a bit of trouble from..." He trailed off when he realized who was standing behind Will.
"Miss Elizabeth! And Governor Swann" he gasped. "You're alive – are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine," said Elizabeth, glowing at her fiancee and grasping his hand tightly. "In fact, I couldn't be better." Gibbs had missed her display of affection.
"Will how ever did you manage it?" Will grinned and gestured to Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Ginny.
"With a lot of help from these four," he said proudly. Then he turned to his pirate friends.
"Ana, Gibbs; Elizabeth and I have an announcement to make..."
Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the ship, Dean, Seamus, Parvati, and Terry Boot had their wands trained on Norrington, who sat with his arms tied in a corner, scowling up at them. Although his memory hadn't returned, the Dread Pirate Norrie didn't take to being held captive. As Jack and Ana approached the scene, Neville scurried forward to meet them.
"He tried to come after us during the night – we had to stun him a few times before he stopped trying to escape. We would've turned him over to the authorities, but your crew members said to wait until you returned." Jack nodded.
"Very good, young wizard." Then Jack unholstered his gun and turned his attention to Norrington.
"Let's go, Dread Pirate Norrie," commanded Jack, and Norrington reluctantly obeyed.
"Elizabeth, darling," Jack announced when they reached the other side of the ship, "There's someone I'd like yeh ta meet." Norrington came in to view, and Elizabeth instinctively recoiled in fear when she saw her kidnapper. She started to scream, but Will shushed her, holding her tight and promising that he'd never let him hurt her again.
"Now," began Jack in a deadly tone, "Apologize to Miss Swann for threatening to kill her fiancee and for kidnapping her."
"I don't remember kidnapping anyone," the former Commodore truthfully growled. Jack prodded him with his gun and Norrington changed his tune.
"Alright, I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" he cried. "Just give me my rum back...it's been forever since I last had a drink..."
"What's happened to him?" asked Elizabeth, hiding a smile after she realized she had nothing to fear from Norrington. "I didn't know that Navy officers were allowed to drink..." Will shook his head.
"They're not. Let's just say our magical friends have addled his brain and now he thinks he's someone else."
"What, he thinks he's Jack?" said Elizabeth without missing a beat.
"Hey, I resent that!" Captain Sparrow defended himself. "No, that wimp does not think he's me!" Jack shuddered at the thought. "Don't make me have nightmares, young missy!" he shook his finger at Elizabeth, who this time really did laugh.
"You! What's your name?" demanded Will, brandishing his sword at Norrington.
"I sir, am known as the Dread Pirate Norrie, the most fearsome pirate in all the spanish main!" Norrington frowned when instead of applause he received laughter. "What is wrong with you people? I thought you were supposed to be my friend, Jack! Friends don't tie each other up!" Jack shrugged, and said,
"Me, I'm dishonest," and left it at that. Will leaned over and whispered something in Jack's ear.
"Mr. Gibbs, please see to it that the Dread Pirate Norrie is turned over to the proper authorities," ordered Jack.
"Aye, Captain," Gibbs answered eagerly, ready to be rid of Norrington.
"Don't worry, Miss Elizabeth, I promise you that he'll be sentanced to jail for at least a year under charges of piracy and misuse of a Navy office." Taking Ron and Harry with him for extra protection, Gibbs led Norrington away, and everyone cheered.
"Excellent!" Jack cried happily. "Now we can prepare for departure, and after that, for the wedding!" Under his breath, he mumbled, 'drinks all around'. The pirates and the young witches and wizards readied the ship to leave, and in no time, Gibbs, Harry, and Ron returned. Indeed, Norrington was sent straight to jail.
"Raise the anchor!" Jack commanded, and they were off.
As soon as the winds carried them away from Southampton and the crew had secured the ship, Elizabeth and Will were to be married. Jack tried to clean up for the ceremony, but Hermione didn't see what good it did him to tame his dreadlocks...she was reminded of Hagrid when he had a date with Madame Maxime. But Ginny seemed to take to his new appearance. Given it was a simple ceremony, Will and Elizabeth just changed into clean clothes, which achieved the desired effect.
Governor Swann blubbered throughout the entire ceremony, much to Jack's dismay. He tried his best to ignore the father of the bride, and focus on marrying his friends instead. Elizabeth and Will had written their own vows, so it was a short, yet meaningful wedding. Hermione found that when Jack pronounced them husband and wife, her eyes glistened with tears. Thinking about her own wedding in the far future, she only hoped she'd be as lucky as Elizabeth.
"You may now kiss the bride!" Jack announced gleefully, and Will and his new wife shared the most passionate kiss Hermione had ever seen. Eventually, Jack had to clear his throat and the happy couple looked up guiltily. But Jack just smirked and yelled,
"Everyone; to the feast!" Not surprisingly, Ron was the first one to reach the tables that displayed all the food that'd been brought up from the Pearl's larder. Right behind him, Jack rushed to uncork the rum bottles.
"Cheers!" called Jack, clinking bottles with Gibbs, Ron, and Harry. Hermione stopped filling her plate to scold them.
"Boys! You're still under age – and you, Ronald, are a prefect!" Ron rolled his eyes.
"C'mon, Mione. It's just a bit of fun!" He and Harry hastily retreated to another table when they saw Ginny approaching, rum bottle in hand.
"Not you too!" Hermione groaned. Ginny patted her arm comfortingly.
"Look at it this way – in this time, there were no age restrictions so technically we're not doing anything wrong."
"Oh alright," she gave in grumpily. Ginny piled an extra helping of cake onto Hermione's plate.
"C'mon, Hermione, let's go watch Will and Elizabeth dance!" Apparently Gibbs played the fiddle, and played it quite well. Hermione and her friends were content to eat and watch the happy couple dance the night away in their own little world.
After Will and Elizabeth retreated belowdecks for the night (amist Jack's cat calls) Hermione and her friends joined in a lively jig. Suddenly, Gibbs switched to a mournful tune. Parvati and Terry Boot grabbed each other, and Neville found himself dancing with a dreamy Luna Lovegood. A red-faced Ron asked Hermione to be his partner and she laughingly agreed. During the slowdance, Hermione noticed over Ron's shoulder that Harry was quietly sulking in the shadows. Poor Harry, she thought as she watched him stare at Ginny merrily dancing with Jack. All too soon, the music stopped and after thanking her for the dance, Ron went to go talk to Harry. Completely exhausted from the days' events, Hermione found Ginny and they went below to get ready for bed.
The next few days, they sailed for Tortuga, as it was necessary to collect Fred and George, who were no doubt trying out their magical creations on unsuspecting muggle drunks. In no time, they reached the filthy port that was crawling with pirate scum. Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Hermione followed Jack's lead to the tavern where the crew was staying. There, Jack surmised, was where they'd likely find the Weasley twins. He was correct.
"Oi!" cried Fred and George in unison after seeing the wizarding bunch.
"You wouldn't believe..." Fred started.
"...how dense those muggles were," finished George. "We went through about five skiving snackboxes, two daydream charms..."
"...three packs of fireworks, and four bags of dungbombs," added Fred with a smirk. "And after playing pranks got old, we tried out some of our products in development. And we had a great success, didn't we George?"
"Right you are, Fred," answered his twin.
"I'm sure you did," grinned Ginny, giving her brothers both hugs.
"Well, we'd best get back to the ship," said George. "I dunno about you Fred, but I'm itching to return to Hogwarts and give Dumbledore a hand by trying out a few of these new tricks on the Death Eaters.
"I couldn't agree more," agreed Fred. Ron and Harry had some catching up to do with the twins so they ran on ahead with the crew. Hermione followed, but at a slower pace. Ginny hung back with Jack, who seemed to linger for some reason.
"Ginerva, luv," Jack began, "We need to talk. And I think you know what this is about." Ginny nodded.
"I didn't know you'd be leaving so soon, and I'm not one for long goodbyes, so..." Jack encased her in a bone-crushing hug.
"I'll miss you, Jack Sparrow," said Ginny, smiling through her tears. For once, Jack didn't correct her when she left off the 'Captain'.
"I'll never forget ya, luv. Our time spent together when you showed me around your school, it was," Jack struggled to think of a better word, "Amazin'. I'd never seen anything like it and I doubt I ever will. You're one-of-a-kind; my life wouldn't have been the same if you hadn't come into it." He gave her one last fierce kiss.
"Thanks, Jack," said Ginny, quietly. "You've been amazing, too. I wish I didn't have to go back so soon!" she sniffed into his shoulder.
"I know, luv," he soothed. "I know yeh don't wish ta return just yet, but yeh won't be alone for long, savvy? I've noticed tha' young Mister Potter has his eye on yeh." He gave Ginny a knowing glance. "May you always remember the time you spent with Captain Jack Sparrow." Ginny stood up, determined, and wiped her eyes.
"I shall," Ginny promised, and then the Pearl came into view. Needless to say, Ginny and Jack were rather subdued when they came aboard. Hermione, being a good best friend, noticed something was wrong right away.
"What's going on?" she whispered to her friend.
"I'll explain later," Ginny whispered back as Fred and George produced the time turner.
"Everbody, gather 'round!" yelled George. "Hold hands, and we'll have you back to Hogwarts in a jiffy. Hermione waved one last time to Will, who was watching quietly, his arm protectively around Elizabeth's waist. Earlier that morning, she'd said her final goodbyes to him. Although she'd miss Will and her newfound friends terribly, Hermione was more that ready to return to her own time so she could help the Order in their quest for a Voldemort-free Wizarding world. Fred wrenched the hourglass exactly three turns forward and Hermione felt her body spin through time. In no time at all, she'd landed with a soft 'thump' in the grass just outside Hogwarts grounds.
"Mr. Potter! Ms. Granger! Mr. and Ms. Weasley!" cried Professor McGonagall, sprinting towards them from the castle. "Is this all of you? Have you returned safely!" Harry did a quick head count and assured the head of Gryffindor house that indeed everyone had come back in one piece.
"Oh thank Merlin!" she exclaimed. "Albus! Albus, they're back!" Dumbledore came running not a moment later.
"Excellent!" he said, smiling. "Mister Potter, did you succeed in what you intended to use this time for?" Harry nodded, blushing at being addressed as the leader of the group.
"Yes, very much so. Everyone has advanced in their training, they've mastered all of the intermediate DADA spells that I taught them in such a short period of time." Dumbledore beamed at the group.
"Well that certainly is good news. Now, Mr. Potter, if you will kindly follow me, there is much to discuss. Minerva, would you bring our youngest members up to speed on what is happening in the order?" McGonagall nodded.
"I'll be glad to." Dumbledore and Harry headed for the headmaster's office while the rest of the students met with McGonagall in the Great Hall. She explained that there'd been another battle between the light and dark sides while they'd been away. Although the good side prevailed, they didn't win by much, and the battle didn't accomplish anything other than to cause unnecessary deaths.
"Although we killed four Death Eaters, we still lost Dedalus Diggle to those monsters. What a shame; he was such a nice fellow," she remembered. "And Dawlish is in intensive care at St. Mungo's although we think he'll pull through." Ron looked shocked, as those men worked in the Ministry with his father. Hermione and Ginny shared a dark look. Voldemort needed to be destroyed, and soon.
"That will be all – after a quick meal, you may return to your respective houses for the night," McGonagall instructed. Hermione and her friends ate in silence, each reflecting on the events of the day. They climbed the stairs to their dormitory and waited for Harry to come back. Ron half-heartedly suggested a game of exploding snap which they played since there was nothing else to do, but their minds weren't on the game. So when the portrait hole burst open, all three of them were quite startled.
"Harry! Good, it's you," said Ginny with relief.
"I just got back from my meeting with Dumbledore," Harry panted, having ran all the way up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower.
"And..." Ron prompted.
"I have loads to tell you!" Harry enthused. Quickly he explained why he, Dumbledore, or anyone for that matter couldn't just go up and kill Voldemort with the killing curse.
"He's split his soul, not just once but seven times and stored them in items that have particular value to him." No one spoke; they were rendered speechless by this pulse-quickening information. "These items that store his soul are called horcruxes," Harry supplied helpfully.
"Seven horcruxes!" whispered Hermione. Harry nodded glumly.
"Yes – it seems that Voldemort had a thing for the magical number seven." Ron turned white.
"Blimey, mate! You've got your work cut out for you."
"Oh Harry!" cried Ginny, and before she could stop herself, she launched herself into his arms. Although he looked quite startled, Hermione noticed that he seemed pleased.
"I'm scared for you!" Ginny sniffed, and Harry patted her head comfortingly. "It was bad enough that you have to destroy that monster, but now you must rid him of seven parts of his soul!" The redhead witch looked about ready to cry.
"The good news is that diary and the ring have already been destroyed," Harry told them quietly. "But that leaves the cup, the locket, the snake, and something of Gryffindor or Ravenclaw's."
"And the one that still resides in Voldemort," Hermione reminded them.
"Yeah, that one too," said Harry, tiredly. "But I can't worry about that one, or the snake until I find him."
"When are you going to start searching for these horcruxes, Harry?" asked Ron.
"Soon; Dumbledore said he had a hunch as to where one might be, in this cave not far from where Tom Riddle lived as a boy. But while we were gone, a storm came and destroyed the only known entrance, so I don't know what we're to do now." The boy-who-lived put his head in his hands, and Ginny rubbed his back
"But couldn't we look for the other horcruxes?" asked Hermione. Harry looked up and nodded at her.
"Dumbledore mentioned that we should contact Mundungus Fletcher -"
"That mangy bloke that was always stealing Sirius' stuff?" said Ron angrily. "What'd we want with him?"
"He's got connections, doesn't he?" asked Ginny, catching on.
"Dumbledore seems to think so," sighed Harry. "I only hope that when he nicked Sirius' valuables, he kept track of who he sold them to."
"Don't count on it," said Ron, darkly.
"Hang on," said Hermione, slowly. "Did you say one horcrux is a locket?" Harry nodded.
"Don't you remember, when we were cleaning out 12 Grimmauld Place, we found an old silver locket that was magically sealed shut? Perhaps that's the one we're looking for!"
"Hey, I'll bet you're right!" Ginny enthused. "It had an emblem of a snake on the back, but I didn't anything of it; I just figured that one of Sirius' relatives must've been in Slytherin." The others nodded in agreement, but Ron yawned hugely.
"Sorry," he apologized, but Hermione would have none of it.
"We all need to rest; we can figure this out tomorrow morning," she told her friends firmly.
"Hermione's right," agreed Ginny amist the boys' protests. "We'll see you in the morning." Ron gave Hermione an awkward goodnight hug while Ginny gave Harry a peck on the cheek. As they retreated up their respective staircases, the four Gryffindors' thoughts turned to Voldemort, his horcruxes, and the impending battle.
End Ch. 17
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