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Draco rose early and went to the tower to think. His tenure of Head boy had dealt him more than a little censure from his peers in Slytherin. All thoughts of late night food feasts, favouritism or out and out intimidation of the other houses had been quickly eliminated from this year's agenda. He was Head boy, his father never made that position. Draco was determined to garner some honour for himself. His marks in all his subjects were exemplary
bested only by the Mudblood Granger. The comment the Weasel had made about buying his position smarted, but he used the Malfoy arrogance and insulted Ron. He wasn't about to allow his facade to fade before a Gryffindor.
"Can I join you?" asked a female voice from behind causing him to start momentarily.
Draco turned to see Pansy standing behind him. "Aren't you supposed to be in your chambers until breakfast?" he asked without rancour.
Pansy shrugged, "Snape's not here. So what?" she jerked her chin to the opening where in the distance, the head of their house was walking to the Shrieking Shack in the darkness of early dawn.
"He's been summoned….again." observed Draco darkly.
"It must be exciting. "Pansy breathed.
"Don't be stupid. Do you really think serving that….thing is pleasant?" Draco sneered.
Pansy looked at her childhood friend and now occasional boyfriend in puzzlement. "My mother says there is nothing more honourable than to serve the Dark Lord when he calls."
Draco snorted and shook his head. "Your mother has never been called and your father is.." he sighed." Your father is not high placed."
Pansy pouted, "That's not true! Daddy is important, he told me so. Mum ….mum is the symbol of pureblood purity…." Her voice faded and she sat on the stone bench in the tower.
"Pansy, don't play dumb, I know you better than that." He grabbed her shoulders and gently shook her.
Pansy looked at him again, tears threatening, "You're right, I do. I just hope if I keep denying it, things will get better. I don't want to think past the school year." She sobbed. "I don't want to go to the midwife in Hogsmeade anymore."
Draco frowned, "The midwife? Your not…"
Pansy looked horrified. "No, never! My father would kill me. He says my virtue is a path to my family's return to wealth and honour."
"How, why?" Draco asked, afraid of her reply.
"For service to the Dark Lord. He may choose me as a Handmaiden." Pansy looked down at this, the tears now flowing freely.
Draco frowned. He had heard stories, apocryphal but prevalent, of a rite the Dark Lord performed claiming a virgin as his for a year and a day on Lammas. An ancient hand fasting ritual still occasionally practiced in the Wizarding world. Rumour had it that a child would be created to be sacrificed for the Dark Lords continued existence; one each year. Was it true, he wondered?
"Pansy, is it your father who makes you do this?" he asked the young woman before him.
She nodded, "I have to prove I'm still untouched every Hogsmeade weekend. It's horrible. She makes us line up and bend over…" was all she could get out before dissolving in tears once more.
Draco felt his gorge rise. "Pansy, how many? Are they all from Hogwarts?"
"Some, other's I think left here a few years ago." She burbled.
"Just Slytherin?" he asked fearing her answer.
"No but the ones I knew were in six or upper six; why?" she looked at him confused.
Draco knew he had to talk to his Godfather but he'd gone. What to do? He looked at Pansy and pulled her up to hug her and stroke her back. "Don't cry Pansy. We'll work something out. I promise."
Pansy nodded her head on his shoulder leaving tear tracks on his immaculate robes. "Draco, you mustn't tell anyone I told you or I will be in so much trouble. Promise?" she pleaded.
"I promise, Pansy." Draco told her blankly, feeling quite helpless in this situation.
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Severus apparated to Riddle manor where Pettigrew handed him a portkey to the, supposed, secret location of the laboratory. He had kept the secret of first visit with Phaelan well hidden from his master. The portkey deposited him at the end of the path as it did every time he came. He hoped the Muggle scientist was still alive. He had been on Snape's two brief visits to pick up more samples of toxin ostensibly to create an antitoxin for the Deatheaters use. At both times he had dropped off more potions to keep the hostage alive.
"At last! 'Bout time you got here." Crabbe complained, as Severus entered the now familiar lab. "I got to go with the wife for new robes, some wedding or other."
"Yes, well enjoy yourself. " Severus replied absentmindedly. Looking around, he failed to see Faubert. "Where is the Muggle?" he demanded.
Crabbe snorted as he donned his outer robes. "He stunk so bad, I moved him out to the cowshed."
"Damn it man, it's not heated. In his condition, he could die if he sneezed hard." Snape strode through the door leading to the other part of the barn where Phaelan had killed Rosier. He found Faubert buried in a mound of hay in an attempt to keep warm. He would have been invisible save for the sound of his teeth chattering. Pulling out his wand, Severus quickly cast a warming charm on the man then released his manacles. He reached down to help the exhausted Muggle to his feet only to find he was too weak.
"Wait here," Severus whispered, "I'll get rid of Crabbe." He returned to the Lab and told the hulking wizard to leave as the Muggle had survived. Making a quick exit, Crabbe left to attend his wife, leaving Severus and Faubert alone. Severus returned to the hostage who lay unmoving on a bed of hay. Pulling his wand once more, Severus muttered a Mobilicorpus spell and moved the man back to the warm lab where he lowered him softly to the floor.
Severus crouched down, checking his pulse; it was rapid and his breathing was shallow, signs of shock. He accio'd his valise and found a phial of Invigorating potion which he poured down Faubert's throat. He then watched as some colour returned to the ill man's cheeks and his breathing eased. With a sigh, he realized Crabbe was right about one thing, the hostage did stink.
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Phaelan had a headache. It started somewhere at the base of the neck and moved forward to lie just above her eyes. She was sitting at her desk in the classroom, pinching the bridge of her nose in an unconscious imitation of the feared Potions Master. Academic curiosity or no, explaining electricity to a class of technologically ignorant students is not something she would venture into again without vast preparation on the students part.
It started with a simple question really. One of the sixth years stood and asked, "How do Muggles make electricity?"
She started to giggle suddenly remembering a Hufflepuff girl asking what AC/DC stood for on her fathers portable radio. Colin Creevey had piped out the answer, "They're a Muggle rock group!" mocking her ignorance and setting off the other Muggleborns into paroxysms of laughter. Ginny Weasley's contribution of sharing the number of plugs collected by her father had crowned the end of class perfectly and ensured the 'Never again' tag being placed on it.
With a sigh, Phaelan dragged herself to see Poppy Pomfrey for a headache potion. She had the fourth year Sytherins and Ravenclaws after lunch which always left her feeling like she'd gone through three rounds of boxing with Tyson.
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Faubert was sitting on a chair transfigured from a lab stool. His mental state had improved as had his physical condition. Severus had risked taking the hostage to the house and getting him bathed. It was quick but had sufficed. He then had transfigured extra linens into some clothing for the man, giving him some dignity before returning to the lab area. It had been done without any intrusion from other Deatheaters, to Severus' relief.
Faubert sat sipping broth courtesy of the supplies Snape had brought. Severus was busily setting up his equipment for the final analysis of his antitoxin.
Faubert eyed him curiously, "I didn't think you'd come back to spend any time." He told the decent wizard as he'd come to identify him.
Snape looked over his shoulder, "I don't get to choose my timetable. I'm just sorry your conditions had deteriorated to this extent." He paused and turned to look at the weakened scientist, wondering how best to broach the subject of Faubert's assistance in destroying the creature he had engineered.
"Faubert," He began, "I very much doubt that I shall be able to secure your freedom. This place is warded and if you are taken from it or attempt to escape, it will send off alarms to all involved.
Faubert laughed bitterly, "I was dead from the moment they broke into my house Snape. I might be a Muggle but I'm no fool." His laughter turned to tears. "I'll miss seeing my daughters growing up. That is the only regret I have. After this…" he gestured around. "I'm not sure I want to live."
He wiped his eyes on his sleeve, "There's just one thing I did want to ask you. When this is over; what ever this is, will you look after my children?"
"What?" asked Severus, incredulous at the request.
"My wife and I were only children. Our parents are all dead. No one in our extended family knows about the girls abilities. By now we're listed as missing." Said Faubert in a dazed voice.
"Why?" asked Severus in an unusual one word question for him.
Faubert shrugged, "I told you once you were decent. I still think you are. If anyone can help the girls recover it's going to be you, I know that."
Snape thought about what the man said and could think of no reason to deny the man his wish. "All right, I give you my word to see that they are properly cared for. I'll find a decent home for them."
"No!" Faubert shook his head, "I mean I want you to look after them yourself. That will be your job since you are the one who will allow me to die here."
"ME!" Severus was even more shocked.
"Promise me. Give me your wizard's oath on your wand like I've seen others do. Now." He demanded. "Do that and I'll follow any plan you have that will include my death."
Damn, Severus thought, the man was too bloody smart. He pulled his wand and held it before him.
"On my honour as a Wizard, I promise to provide succour and care for your daughters as though they were my own, should you meet with your demise in our venture." He gestured and a light came from the end of his wand to surround them both.
Faubert sat back, "Good, now tell me your plan."
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Phaelan was working with Harry, Ron and Hermione on the outline of a plan for the defence of Hogwarts. The Room of Requirement became a War room with maps and plans tacked to the walls.
"You know, I have something at my flat that I haven't had a chance to look at yet." Phaelan told them as they took a break.
"What's that then?" asked Ron.
Phaelan smiled, "Remember the day I flew over Hogwarts?" They all nodded. "Professor Snape assisted me by taking some pictures using the on board video camera."
Ron snorted, "Our Snape?"
"That's Professor Snape, Ron." Chided Hermione, "Do you think we can get permission to go there and see them?"
"One can but ask." Phaelan told them as she rose, "Lets call it a night and I'll talk to Dumbledore."
As they left, Phaelan turned to see the Headmaster, Ron and Hermione headed to their favourite tower and Harry went to meet Ginny in the library. Phaelan noticed the route taken by the young courting couple and called them back.
"Yes Professor?" asked Hermione.
"Okay, I've not done this before so….Severus isn't here, behave yourselves." She warned them.
"But, but, but.." stuttered a red faced Ron.
Phaelan shook her head, "I'm not saying you're doing anything. Just be careful. He wouldn't have left without having someway of checking up on you. I know him when it comes to his ideas of …..duty towards those he's been charged with protecting. Okay?"
Ron and Hermione looked at each other then nodded at Phaelan. "Night, professor." Called Hermione as they left for the tower.
Phaelan smiled and walked to the Headmaster's office. They were nice kids…no not kids, she thought; Militia leaders. She sighed and thought of Severus.
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Severus returned Faubert to his shackles and made his transfigured clothes look like rags once more. The Voldemort was due to visit. All was ready for a demonstration of the specimen chosen to breed true.
Pettigrew entered the lab first followed by Malfoy and the Dark Lord himself.
"Severus, all is ready?" asked Voldemort.
Snape had fallen to one knee as his dark master entered. "We are ready to proceed, my lord. You need only give the word."
Voldemort laughed his sibilant jubilation. "Excellent! I am well pleased, my son. Now, on to the isolation chamber."
Malfoy led the way into another room where the genetically devised insect was kept. As they assembled, Bellatrix and her husband entered with a man and woman Snape recognized as low level members of the Deatheaters.
"Behold my loyal ones, those who would question my wisdom." Voldemort indicated the man and woman who were clearly under Imperius curse gauging their blank expressions. "Who better to prove their value than those who need redemption?"
"Indeed my lord, you are, as ever, wise." Simpered Malfoy.
Severus felt his stomach roil at Lucius' tone. The man prostituted himself for this monstrosity. He quickly tamped down his thought lest the Dark Lord look into his mind.
"Severus, the antitoxin if you please and the bottle of dummy potion." Voldemort commanded.
"They are here my lord." Severus pulled out two phials one green and one blue.
"Good, now place them in the chamber, one on each side. Bellatrix, bring the subjects forward." Voldemort commanded once more before finding a seat and lowering himself to sit imperiously for the show. "Behold the Cheever's who thought themselves worthy to be among my most favoured. They also thought to hide their net financial worth at a time when our cause is in need of support."
The Lestrange's placed the couple in the special enclosure built to contain the insect and release the curse. The captives began to pound on the transparent walls that sealed them in, each in their own compartment.
"Lucius, let us begin." Voldemort beckoned the loyal blonde forward.
Pulling out his wand, Malfoy released two of the strange insects from their hive, causing one to enter each side of the chamber.
"Now, I have decided to be lenient and let one of you survive. Shortly, you will each be stung by the creature I have released into your enclosure. If you look to the side you will find a phial. After you are injected with the toxin generated by the creature, you may drink the phial of potion. I am given to believe, if you use it before, it is ineffective." He looked at Snape for confirmation. Snape nodded.
The party watched. The male Cheever was stung first and downed his potion quickly. He became red and perspired profusely but had no other reaction. His wife was stung shortly after and quickly drank the contents from the second phial. She continued to swell and passed into unconsciousness. Eventually, her clothing tore open and her skin split to emit the noxious fumes.
"Well done Severus. We must have enough for our army." Announced an ebullient Voldemort, "In the mean time…" with his last words he dropped the barrier between husband and wife in the chamber. Mr Cheever shortly joined his wife in the afterlife when the fumes overtook him as he stroked her face. "He did survive the sting as I promised and I do so hate loose ends. Peter, clean this up."
Pettigrew grimaced and bowed as Voldemort passed him to return to the lab. Turning back to the enclosure, Peter looked ill as he beheld his task.
'Lucius, Severus, we have a trip to take tomorrow. It will be a long jaunt, be prepared early. I believe it will be an interesting day. Until tomorrow." At which the Dark Lord made his exit.
"What is this about Lucius?" Snape asked the blond wizard.
Malfoy shook his head, "No idea old chap. He doesn't always confide in me you know. What about you Pettigrew?"
Peter had returned to the lab after disposing of the bodies by transfiguring them into rocks and burying them in the yard. The noxious fumes had been Evenesco'd away.
"Our master has contacted a great leader in the lands of our Arab brothers. I believe he means to meet with him. Perhaps that is what he's talking about…but don't quote me mind. It might be something else all together. Excuse me, I must attend our lord's needs." He turned and scampered away.
Lucius watched the rodent-like man scuttle after his idolized master. "How did such a pathetic creature as Pettigrew ingratiate himself unto the Dark Lord?"
Snape snorted, "No one else wanted to wipe his arse before he regained his body."
Lucius shook his head "Pity, he so lowers the tone of our association. Until tomorrow brother." Malfoy left Severus and the hostage alone again.
Severus barely made it to the toilet before his stomach emptied itself. He flushed and sat on the lowered seat. The first human trial was successful and now he must brew more of the potion for the rest of his despised brothers.
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Phaelan had visited Dumbledore and got the permission for Ron, Hermione and Harry to visit her flat the next evening. They had managed to convince the Headmaster to let Ginny visit. She decided to make it for dinner hour so as not to make them too late. Since she had no class in the last period, she floo'd back to the flat and got pizza and soft drinks. She threw the pizza in the oven to stay warm and put the cans of Pepsi, 7-UP and Diet Coke in the fridge. She laughed to herself, now Muggle of me, she thought, I wonder if Severus has ever had pizza? Pushing thoughts of Severus from her mind, she returned to her chambers in Hogwarts to wait for the students.
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"Are you ready yet?" called Harry as Ron continued to primp before the mirror. "Honestly Ron, this is not a date with Hermione."
"Yeah, I know but I've never been to an American Muggles flat before and I want to fit in. You know, cool." He told his friend.
"Ron." Harry called his name to get his attention.
"What?" he replied.
"It's the new jeans I got you for your birthday in March right?" Harry cocked his head.
"Yeah. My mum found them and hid them. Said it made us look like beggars wearing jeans so faded. She didn't understand Muggle fashion." Ron frowned. "Ginny got them and brought them for me."
"And the fact they're tight enough to show off your backside has nothing to do with it." Harry now teased.
"No! 'course not." Ron insisted too strongly. "Did I need to shave?" he asked looking in the mirror once more.
Harry peered at his face and reached up to pluck a single long whisker. "Got it. Lets go."
"OW! Watch it mate." Ron complained before following his friend out.
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"What's a flat in London like Hermione?" asked Ginny.
"It's a flat Ginny, they're all different." Hermione told her as they may their way to Phaelan's chambers.
"Thanks for letting me come. It's going to be fun." Ginny smiled in anticipation.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "We're going to watch a short video and have dinner at Professor McKenzie's flat. We're not going to a premiere of a new picture Ginny. Honestly, you've lived in a Muggle house this past summer, it's no mystery."
The girls were waiting at Phaelan's door as the boys arrived. Hermione looked at Ron. He looked different; he looked Muggle.
"Ron, you look…good." She told him shyly.
"Thanks. So do you." Ron smiled at her and cheered silently to himself, she noticed.
At that moment, Phaelan opened her portrait entrance to admit them. Within five minutes, they had floo'd to her flat.
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Severus had transfigured two bales of hay into twin beds and some towels into pillows and bedding. Faubert had fallen asleep almost immediately when he lay on his bed. Severus figured he owed the man a decent night's sleep at least. He pulled of his outer robes and loosened his collar before lying down on his own bed in the early hours of the morning. He charmed his pocket watch to chime loudly in three hours and fell into a fitful sleep.
He suddenly found himself in a stone circle standing before his dark master. There was a figure kneeling at Voldemort's feet, their face obscured by the hood of their cloak.
"You thought to keep this from us, my son. You have aggrieved me most seriously, Severus. Behold, your toy."
The cloak floated away to reveal Phaelan cruelly tied with coarse ropes. Pain was evident on her face. Lucius appeared and pulled Phaelan to her feet causing her even more pain as the ropes cut into her breasts where they were bound tightly over her nipples and her tender sex.
"We thought we'd warm her up for you Severus. You did say she enjoyed pain." He smiled cruelly at Phaelan and jerked the ropes a little to get a reaction.
They must have cast a silencing spell on her, thought Severus, as she appeared to scream but no sound issued forth.
"Now Severus, you must entertain us if you wish to survive your test. Take your Muggle and demonstrate the correct method to sodomize her."
"Master, I …..You know I do not participate in such debased celebration. I find it demeaning to myself to so…sully my manhood before others." Severus found himself saying.
"If you wish to live and for your toy to survive you will obey. NOW!" Voldemort gestured and Lucius dragged Phaelan to Severus and threw her at his feet. She was suddenly unbound and grabbing at his robes.
"Please Master," she begged "I will submit. Anything master, anything for you." She had reached up to touch his groin where he had suddenly found himself incredibly aroused.
Pulling Phaelan up, he carried her to an altar of rough stone and bent her over it, using a spell to bind her arms over her head to the opposite side. Freeing himself, he paused. "No, I wouldn't do this." He thought.
"Bugger her." Voldemort's voice rang out followed by the other Deatheaters who had suddenly appeared.
"NOOO!" Severus screamed, "I Won't do it! I love her!"
Suddenly he was sitting up on his transfigured bed, with Faubert shaking his shoulder. "It's a dream man. Are you all right?"
Severus wiped his brow. He was sweating from the panic he had felt. "It was a nightmare. Just too real." He swung his legs to the floor and looked at his pocket watch. "It's time we made you look like a hostage again." Faubert nodded.
"Can I keep the blanket at least?" he asked desperately.
Snape nodded, "I can excuse that away for your survival."
"Thanks, thanks." Faubert told him as he went to the hay to have his shackles replaced.
Severus gave him more invigorating potion and turned to remove all evidence of a night of relative comfort for the man. Time to finish bottling the antitoxin for his dark master.
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"Professor, where are we?" asked Hermione as she stepped into Phaelan's flat. The room was dark and the curtains open leaving the panorama view of the river by night lit by a backdrop of London the dominating feature of the room.
"That is the Thames." Phaelan told her. "We're in Vauxhall."
"The view is amazing." Hermione continued.
"Yeah, daddy had good taste." Replied Phaelan offhandedly before turning on some lights.
"Wow, Professor, your flat is wicked." Harry looked around, "This is what I want when all this is over."
Phaelan smiled at his reaction, "I'm sure you'll get it Harry. Everybody hungry?" she asked before heading to the kitchen.
Hermione and Ginny followed. "Can we help?" asked Ginny.
"Yeah, there's cans of soda in the fridge and paper plate and napkins in the cupboard by the dishwasher. Take them out please. The girls moved, Ginny quite proud she had understood all the Muggle terms.
Phaelan put the pizza's back in the boxes to serve them. One extra large Pepperoni, Italian sausage and hot peppers and one extra large ham, pineapple extra cheese. She checked in the freezer for the ice ream cake she had coaxed out of the elves, another bribe of Coke required. Taking the boxes out, she placed them on the coffee table.
"Help yourselves." She told them as she went to get the video and pop it in the VCR. She took the remote control and sat on the large chair by the fire.
"Good pizza Professor." Ron told her around a mouth full.
"Ready to watch?" she asked and when they nodded she pressed play and sat on the floor beside the kids.
They watch in awe as a static filled picture of Hogwarts passed over the TV screen. The final shots of the Quidditch pitch were clearer and they could see the stands and people with blurry little dots which they figured were players on brooms affected by the magic charm that held the flyers aloft. The played and replayed the video slowing it down and comparing the picture to what they had already known. All were surprised at how close to the Muggle world the old castle actually stood.
Wrapping up the evening, the young people took the remaining pizza and ice cream cake along with the soft drinks back to Hogwarts.
"We can't use magic outside the school but when there we can charm everything." Hermione announced.
The girls claimed the large cake and the boys the pizza. Phaelan imagined the small party's in the dorms with the left over food.
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Malfoy arrived early. Severus only had time to vanish the remnants of Faubert's breakfast tea and toast before he entered.
"Good Morning brother," announced a cheerful Malfoy nary sharing a glance with the Muggle. "A fine day to travel."
"Indeed Malfoy, we shan't get wet as we await transportation." Replied Snape in his usual surly voice.
At that Pettigrew shuffle into the lab, "Our Lord awaits without for your presence." He wandered over to Faubert and checked his bonds.
"What is it Peter? You think I can't subdue a Muggle." Severus sneered.
"Just following orders Severus. I always follow our lords commands to the letter." He replied sarcastically.
"Come on, lets get going." Malfoy told them, obviously eager to be on his way. "I have one task to do." He walked into the specimen room and a few minutes later, appeared with a box which buzzed ominously. The three made their way beyond the wards to meet their master who stood with Bellatrix and her husband.
"Let us be off." Voldemort told them as he held out an old gramophone record. All took hold with one hand. Several hops later, they arrived in a country where the landscape was mountainous and dry. The time of day was several hours later and the local language was not English.
The were approached by three men in robes familiar those favoured by wizards of the Middle East. They greeted Voldemort who had covered his face. The spoke in rapid Arabic. Severus discerned the words for Muggle and Village. Beckoning to the others, the Dark Lord led them over the hill behind them where a small village came into view. Malfoy passed the box to one of the newcomers who entered the village and approached the common well. He set the box down, drank and left.
With a wave of his wand, Malfoy caused the box to open and release four of the green insects. A woman was stung almost immediately and began screaming; three others fell victim quickly. The bodies began to swell. A small child sat beside the first victim crying and pulling at her clothes. Soon others had fallen and the first afflicted were swelling and splitting open to emit the fumes. Thirty minutes later, everyone in the village was dead; all the animals, even the birds that flew overhead. With a wave of his wand, Voldemort made the wind rise and blow away from their vantage point. He then transfigured a rock into a small bird which he sent into the village. When it returned unscathed, he allowed the three Arab men to enter the village. They returned, jubilant at the results. They were passing their compliments to the genius of Voldemort and his followers, promising a fortune if they could buy this new weapon.
They took the same port key back to England and the farm where the lab was situated. Voldemort was exalting his loyal followers, uncommonly cheerful. Snape smiled when appropriate waiting for the time to put the final plan into motion. This could go no further.
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