A/N Well, here you go. Next chapter is up! Although I really doubt I can keep up with this pace! I admit it's a little boring, but I needed to explain how things turned out with Harry over the years. The time jump does mean that I can start moving rather quickly from now on though. A big thank you and virtual hugs to everybody who's taken the time to review.

Disclaimer Everything you recognise.. I'd bet on it not being my own. JKR, I salute you.

~Parseltongue~

'Mind speak'

Memory

3. Trophy

Harry cursed as he ducked back behind his rock, desperately trying to think what spells in his repertoire could be considered acceptable for a slightly below average fourth year to know. The jet of fire behind him stopped and great footsteps thundered towards him. Harry cursed again, instinctively knowing that if he stayed where he was for a moment longer, he would look up to meet the eyes of a very angry, overly protective mother Hungarian Horntail.

Still cursing, he made a mad dash for the next nearest rock, then the next, then the next, allowing each one to scratch and cut him a little bit. There was booing from behind him, so Harry knew that he had done a full circle around the arena, and was standing just in front of the Hogwarts stands. He could think of at least a dozen spells that would capture, tame or injure the dragon enough for him to grab the egg. But he couldn't use them, so that everybody could, and would, underestimate him when it really mattered. So, dark spells were out.

Since learning that he needed to improve on his smile in his first year, Harry had also come to the conclusion that he should be able to master all facial expressions, as well as human behaviour. At first he had watched the icy purebloods, as they liked to call themselves, even though their blood was nowhere near pure; Harry knew, he had researched their family bloodlines back to the first millennia, and some even to the time of the founders. He had copied and eventually mastered the blank, stoic look that usually graced the older Slytherins' faces.

It quickly became apparent that, while accepted readily as the norm in Slytherin, this look was considered outlandish by the rest of the school, including Harry's house. It almost seemed that the more Harry had closed himself off, the more intrigued his housemates had become. He should have known, being a Ravenclaw himself, the thrill of unravelling a mystery. So he had devised another plan, one that had worked for him ever since the last term of that first year, it had been very effective when he was trying to gain Quirrel's trust so he could get to the stone before Voldemort. Harry had learned to act.

He was quite proud of himself for making such a step forwards, thoroughly researching a spell that would superficially lower his amount of magical power and learning spells to trick any diagnostic scans before purposely falling off his broom. He had then cast spells upon himself to make it seem as if he had sustained a serious head injury, which had somehow had a negative effect on his magic. He had played the part of the tragic case of the slightly half-witted, below average Ravenclaw ever since. Most people only looked at him in sympathy, seeing nothing but damaged goods.

The spell to alter the appearance of his magical power was taxing over a long period of time, but had become much more manageable when Harry had tied it down to a powerfully magical anklet that Luna Lovegood had gifted him during his second year. Luna had almost seen right through Harry, recognising an act, but thankfully unable to see any further, the girl was truly amazing and, whilst she was considered a bit odd, the 'junk' that she made was actually rather magically powerful.

Harry wasn't too worried about her revealing him to the world, everybody thought Luna was a little crazy, due to her mother's untimely death, and adult wizards tended to believe what they thought they were observing, which is why Harry hadn't get been discovered, and you'd have to crack through that stubbornness to get them to see sense. Not one of them would believe in Loony Lovegood.

The rock Harry was leaning against split in two as a heavy tail smashed into its side. Harry quickly whipped around, wand in front of him before remembering his act and, berating himself as he did so for being lost in his thoughts, cast a few weak stunners at the dragon in what he hoped looked like a desperate attempt, but missing on purpose of course.

He had considered just asking the female dragon to stop, very politely, in parseltongue; Chiana had claimed that dragons generally spoke a higher form of serpentine language, but could still understand the tongue of their distant cousins. So asking the dragon to stop to let Harry explain the situation would have been a very favourable idea, apart from nobody knew he was a parseltongue, and Harry wanted to keep it that way.

An epiphany came to Harry, and he thanked the spirit of Rowena Ravenclaw for sharpening his mind; after all, whilst accidental magic at such an age wasn't exactly common, it wasn't completely unheard of, and it seemed to be a perfect way out of this tight little spot that Dumbledore had placed him in.

'Do it,' came Chiana's voice inside his head causing Harry to jump, unused to the snake's new skill. 'It's not new, I've been able to do this for a week.'

'Yes yes, ever since you reached your majority,' Harry thought back fondly, bemused with Chiana's childlike indignation.

~Watch out!~ Rasp's voice called out urgently, causing Harry to twirl around to face the dragon once again. He widened his eyes almost comically with affected fear, whilst behind the mask, Harry was suppressing a grin. This was perfect! It was this kind of desperate situation that triggered accidental magic. He waited just a fraction longer, until the dragon's open jaw was closing around his upper body, before barely moving his wand that was sitting loosely in his seemingly limp hand.

Suddenly silver flames shot up around Harry, forming a barrier and obscuring him from view, whilst a flowing image of a giant silver eagle with piercing blue eyes, about six metres tall, with a thin tendril of silver fire connecting it back to Harry's shield. The dragon reared back and he smirked as he freely moved his wand within his shield which, whilst opaque on the outside, allowed Harry to see out. He commanded his apparition to dive at the dragon in what he hoped was a bird-like manner, clawing and pecking and leaving searing burns wherever the flames made contact with the dragonhide.

The Horntail roared at the new threat, completely forgetting about the boy who was now concentrating on keeping his bird just out of range of the chain the dragon was attached to. The great muscles of the magical creature was straining against the links, seeing this Harry made the eagle dive and swerve past the dragon, leaving more burn marks on the dragon's haunches before looping quickly around the dragon's head and flitting underneath the answering burst of dragonfire.

Harry flicked his wand aggressively towards the castle, commanding the bird to fly in that direction and ingraining orders to keep away from the arena before relinquishing his control of it. The dragon reared and lunged towards its escaping antagonist, breaking the chains and launching herself up into the sky, narrowly missing some of the stands and not hearing the terrified screams of the students within them.

By the time the shield had dropped, when the thin tendril of connecting magic had snapped, Harry was once again wearing the face of a slightly confused low achieving Ravenclaw. He sheepishly picked up his wand from the ground beside him, which he had dropped just before the shield had gone, and looked fearfully around the arena, up at the sky, and then quickly down to his feet, partly to hide his smirk. They all looked so shocked.

Only then did he seem to remember the purpose of the challenge and started to walk overcautiously towards the great mound of dragon eggs, pausing before clambering up to the top. He slowly increased his pace and ended up stumbling quite a bit near the summit in his apparent haste to finish the task and get out of the arena. Inside he wasn't worried one whit, he had given his eagle enough magic to sustain acrobatic flight for at least another five minutes. Nevertheless, he made a show of sighing in relief as he picked up the golden egg, looking up with a daft smile towards the table of judges.

To his great annoyance, Dumbledore seemed to be chuckling to himself, nodding smugly in Harry's direction when he noticed the stare. Harry hid his disgust, realising his mistake in using such an obvious large amount of magic and showing no signs of exhaustion. Now Dumbledore knew that Harry was magically powerful, which was almost as bad as knowing that Harry could control it. He hurried towards the exit, casting a worried glance up at the sky to legitimise his haste.

'Can you not just pass it off as adrenaline?' Chiana asked, making Harry shake his head slightly.

'Too much magic for that,' Harry sighed. 'I was careless, I didn't think, and now I'll have to try and fix this mess,' he replied back testily, walking into a tent entrance.

He was only given a moment to himself in the medi-tent, and he used it to banish the frustration from his face and reconstruct his blank mask, layering his other persona over the top of it.

~I could just bite him for you, ~ Chiana offered in what she probably thought was a helpful manner.

~And what would that achieve? One dead headmaster and a lot more suspicion. And you,~ Rasp turned to Harry, eyes ablaze, ~you forgot yourself and played right into his trap, you let him control your actions and betray yourself. You deserve the hassle.~ The snake then angrily dropped out of Harry's robes and headed in the general direction of the forbidden forest. Whilst Chiana had grown to nearly a metre in length, Rasp had remained as petite as he was the day Harry had bought him and had darkened to a dark brown muddy colour, dull in comparison to Chiana's ethereal silver body that was still wrapped around Harry.

Harry shifted uncomfortably as he watched the snake leave him. 'He will come back,' Chiana assured him, 'Just wait and see.'

'I know he will, that's not why I'm upset though,' Harry replied unhappily.

'He only wants the best for you, he's probably more upset with himself' came Chiana's surprisingly insightful reassurance, catching Harry off balance, not that his companion noticed.

The sight of a bustling older woman caused the conversation to be put on hold, "Oh you poor dear!" Madam Pomfrey crooned as she caught sight of Harry. She put a guiding arm around his shoulder and pushed him towards a separate section of the tent which contained four beds for four champions, each separated by white sheets. She insisted he lay on the only available bed left and promptly started fussing over every cut and bruise he had so carefully sustained during the task.

"What was Albus thinking? Allowing you to participate in such dangerous games! Surely he could have done something for you, we already had a champion after all!" Harry had an uncharacteristic soft spot for the healer, she would have been brilliant if she wasn't so easily manipulated. She was completely unbiased to any house and was very good at her job, her down to earth attitude and openness was often like a breath of fresh air and a welcome change to Harry. He even considered the hospital wing as something akin to a sanctuary at the school. But his mind turned dark at her words.

Dumbledore, ever since the fiasco with the troll at Halloween during his first year, which Harry had killed by levitating and dropping a transfigured club (in the form of a giant needle) onto its head and rescuing Granger in the process, he had tried his absolute best to stay away from the meddlesome headmaster as much as possible. He had repeatedly set traps for the insecure youngest Weasley male who, in his thirst to prove himself coupled with his idiocy, had fallen for each and every one of them, leading himself and his two friends, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas into deadly situations. Forcing them to face the horrors of the third floor corridor in their first year when it became apparent that Quirrel just couldn't be won over. While he didn't think that he hated him, Harry still didn't fancy the idea of Voldemort returning to life.

Sometime through second year, Weasley had befriended Hermione. Harry hadn't really considered losing Hermione as a major blow at the time, but he was finding more and more that he could do with the girl's genius in researching, although it had forced him to become good at it on his own.

Harry would have been content to do nothing as the rumours about the mythical Chamber of Secrets started bounding around the school if not for Chiana's insistence to find it. That had been the first and only time Chiana and Rasp had ever had such a heated argument, and Harry had hated playing peacemaker between the two of them. He had finally compromised, satisfying both parties by once again setting up Weasley and his cohort, gently pushing Hermione towards a certain book and guiding her to the right conclusion with a series of carefully planned innocent phrases that led Ron, Dean and Seamus to the second floor girls bathroom, along with an uncomfortable Professor Lockhart, Harry was amused to see. He was content to let Weasley's desperation to save his sister drive them forwards, sending Chiana along with the four of them to open up the way.

She had returned in the early hours of the next morning, full of stories about how Weasley and Seamus had been separated from the others, about the magnificent chamber and then the so called 'memory' of Tom Riddle. She had shuddered in fear at the memory of the giant basilisk that was half mad with isolation and drooped in sadness as she recounted how Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, had delivered the sword of Gryffindor to Weasley and then pecked out the basilisk's eyes. Chiana had finished with a vengeful 'He killed her,' before disappearing for a week.

During Harry's third year, Dumbledore had thought it prudent to hire a werewolf for the role of Defence Against the Dark Arts. This time, Harry had firmly stayed out of the problems that ensued, despite the creature's continued attempts to befriend Harry. It was also obvious that Lupin and Professor Snape had some kind of history from the glares they gave each other in the hallways. Harry had then researched the two of them from their school days, surprised to find they had been in the same year and finding out more about his father and his best friend Sirius Black in the process. The four of them had been pranksters, he had gotten additional information about them through the portraits. What he heard caused him to hate Sirius Black even more, as well as his father and the other two from the group of 'Marauders'. Towards the end of the year, Harry had gotten so annoyed with Lupin that he had 'accidentally' let slip that he was a werewolf. The post of Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher was open once again soon after.

For the past three years he had been successful in hiding his power from the headmaster, despite the near endless calls to the headmaster's office to discuss the responsibilities and repercussions of being the boy-who-lived, which ended up being exhausting battle of wits more often than not, not once had Harry given himself away, he hadn't slipped up once. But now the meddlesome man had finally found a way to corner Harry into either showing his talents or dying. Damn Tri-Wizard Tournament, he was almost certain that Dumbledore had set it up so Harry's name would be called out. A direct challenge, and a risky thing to do, which meant only one thing: Dumbledore was running out of patience.

Harry smiled grimly at the flustered woman, "He said there wasn't anything else he could do. It's not his fault, I'm actually quite grateful that he tried in the first place," he said with as much innocence as his dark emotions would allow him at that moment.

It worked, Madam Pomfrey sighed, eyes shining with unshed tears at his show of bravery, cupping his chin with one hand and rubbing her thumb comfortingly against his cheek, "You're such a good boy," she said with a slight hiccup. Harry grinned innocently up at her, inwardly retching at the foppish way he was acting.

Madam Pomfrey seemed to recover herself, snatching her hand away and coughing to clear her throat, blinking her eyes rapidly, "Go on you scallywag! See how well you did, you're perfectly fine now!" she said, shooing him away with quick hands and turning around to set about tending to her other patients.

" – six and a seven! Making a grand total of 27 points for our youngest contender, putting him in last place!" came the booming announcement over the stands. Harry smiled, pleased with himself, there were six points between him and Fleur. He supposed he had made the audience bored enough by simply running away from the dragon for the first ten minutes of the challenge.

He allowed himself a small grin before walking back towards the castle, intent on reaching it before the masses.

x ~ x ~ x

It was well past midnight, but Harry wasn't tired at all, using the first task as an excuse to fall asleep as soon as he got back. He had fallen asleep at six in the evening, waking up at eleven to go on an evening trip to the restricted section of the library, having already read all of the interesting books in the main sections.

He quietly cast a disillusionment charm on himself before exiting from his curtained bed, already fully dressed in a set of casual slate blue robes. He also cast spells to muffle his footsteps and breathing as well as the rustle of his robes, and a grey spell that hid his magical aura and detected others, and another to allow him to see in the dark.

Sure that all his spells were in place, Harry crept silently out of the dormitory, leaving Chiana to snuggle into the warmth that Harry had just abandoned, and checked that the common room was empty before strolling though it and out the entranceway. He made sure to check every corridor before entering it, he wasn't invisible after all; if someone looked directly at him he could do nothing less than obliviate the unfortunate to save the situation, and there was a classic example of a spell that left traces. The memory charms that he would have preferred were all dark, and would be detected by the wards on the school. So he would just have to be careful and live with the painfully slow progress.

"We haven't even found that one yet! How can you know it's blocked?" came a slightly frustrated male voice. Harry froze in place, concentrating on sound alone in order to determine the direction and the distance of the voice: ahead of him, just about the turn the corner into his corridor. He looked around, searching for a dark alcove or anywhere similar to hide him from sight.

"I don't, but all the others around here are!" came a louder voice, similar in pitch and emphasis.

"It's not a waste of time! What if we can use it?" the first voice replied. Harry ducked into a slightly shadowed area, it wasn't ideal, but it was the only place not bathed in light in the corridor, the approaching pair would have to really look in order to see him due to the disillusionment charm anyway.

"Wait!" said the second voice, "look at the map! Someone's close... Harry Potter. Around the next corner!"

Harry's breathing hitched, there was no way that they could know that it was him, they hadn't even known he was there until a few seconds ago! Another few questions were raise: what map? Found what? The map must be how they knew. All too slowly he realised that it would only take the pair the few seconds he had just wasted for them to find him. He was jolted out of his thoughts by a hand on each shoulder.

"Well now, what do we have here then Fred?" Harry turned to the speaker, eyes widening when he saw a body that he hadn't noticed before.

"Well George, I'd say it was a little lost Ravenclaw," replied Fred jovially.

"I'd have to agree with you there Fred, but the real question is –"

"How does a tragically slow-witted fourth year Ravenclaw –"

"Know how to cast –"

"A disillusionment charm?" Fred finished off, boggling Harry's mind enough that the confused expression he wore was not entirely fake.

"I –" Harry started, before thinking better, "who are you?"

"Aww, well now, isn't that just adorable?" teased George.

"We, are the great –"

"the mighty –"

"not to mention handsome,"

"Weasley twins!" both of them finished with a flurry.

"Now then, what's a simple one like you doing out at this time of night wearing a high level spell?" asked Fred, or George, Harry wasn't entirely sure which.

"Unless you're not really simple," said the other.

"I – I wanted to go for a walk," Harry winced, it was a very weak excuse, so he decided to drop the act altogether before the twins could begin to rip into it, he would review and fix the performance at a later time, "what map has the power to tell you who I am and where I'm at?" It would, after all, be a very useful tool, a map that showed you where everybody was.

This caused the twins to pause, "Well, I... err.. Ahem, why the Marauder's map of course!"

Harry felt his heart skip a beat as he recognised the name, "Marauder's?" he asked breathlessly, feeling a need to possess an object that his father had owned, even if he had been a fool.

Fred and George shared an uncertain look, "Yeah, we owe those guys a lot. And you can drop the act by the way, it's obvious that you're actually quite sharp."

Harry looked them both over in a calculating manner, deciding that it couldn't hurt, "The Marauders," he began, "were a group of four schoolboy friends."

"We know, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs," one of the twins said quickly, obviously not wanting a lecture. This caused Harry to pause; it was a small comfort to know that his father was at least smart enough to not give away his identity so freely. Moony was obviously the werewolf, but he had no idea to whom the other nicknames were assigned.

"Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black," a subconscious small growl escaped his lips at the betrayer's name, "and James Potter," he finished in a whisper. There was a short silence as his words sank in.

"Potter?" one of the twins repeated to the other, "and to think we found it just lying around in Filch's office!"

Harry looked up sharply, giving them both a dark smile, "Yes. Potter. Which, of course, means that this map that you have so carefully recovered and looked after, is actually mine, and, as decent wizarding folk, the only proper thing you can do is return it to its rightful owner. Or," he shrugged, "we could duel for it."

"Woah, hey, hey my friend," said one of them, slinging an arm around Harry's shoulder, "no need to get so hasty. As you said, we got the map back, so you can see why we'd be rather... reluctant, to just hand it over."

Harry didn't comment, thinking wistfully how much simpler this would be if he could use Chiana or Rasp to intimidate the other boys into agreeing, and slowly moved his eyes towards the arm that was slung across his shoulders, reaching for his wand at the same time. "Or, you can hand it over now and head merrily back to your tower in the knowledge that nothing damaging will happen to either of you."

The twins narrowed their eyes at him simultaneously, it would have been unnerving if they weren't still so flustered with Harry's change in attitude. Harry smiled inwardly, knowing that being presented with something other than you expected would put anybody off balance. "Damaging? Your precious reputation as the pitiful, heart-of-gold Ravenclaw that you've built up over the years won't allow you to harm us."

Harry mentally scoffed at this reasoning, but also saw what he was looking for: the twin that wasn't speaking was subconsciously protectively stroking a seemingly blank piece of parchment. That must be the map. Harry's smile deepened, eyes flashing with mirth, "I didn't say anything about causing you physical harm."

With that, he suddenly sprang into action, jolting towards the twin holding the parchment, one hand slipped the sheaf out of the limp hand whilst the other, holding his wand, pointed straight at the same twin's head.

"Legilimens," he hissed, diving into the alien mind. He didn't have much time, the other twin, who he now knew to be Fred, would surely interrupt his spell once he had recovered from his shock. So he quickly sifted through and discarded memories of George's childhood, growing up with his twin, of the two pranking family, friends and each other. Harry was glad he had thought it prudent to spend some time practicing the act of mind reading in the backalleys surrounding Diagon and Knockturne Alley, as he found what he was looking for with relative ease.

Harry was standing beside the twins as they activated the map earlier that evening. George took out his wand and pointed it at the blank parchment. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good," he whispered, almost reverently tapping his wand against the paper, and suddenly, ink began spreading from the folds, forming a black and white floor plan of the school, with labelled moving black dots upon it. The twins grinned at each other.

"Where to?"

Harry made a mental note of the phrase before quickly discarding the memory and skipping to an earlier one, this took slightly longer to find as he wasn't entirely sure what he was looking for.

Fred and George were running down a hallway, Harry recognised it as the one just off the Gryffindor tower. They stopped just short of a portrait of a voluptuous lady who was admiring herself rather vainly in a handheld mirror. Fred took a deep calming breath and took out his wand, eyes still glistening with tears of laughter.

"Mischief mana – "

Harry grunted as he hit the floor, blinking as his mind recovered from leaving a mindscape with such haste, he had gotten what he needed. He still had the map in his hand, and George was clutching his head in agony.

Fred looked fearfully towards Harry, "What did you do to him?" he near shouted, drawing his wand and advancing on him even as Harry put his own in his pocket, along with the map. Harry smiled sweetly at him before morphing his face into one of shock, confusion and a little bit of fear, which caused Fred to blink, perplexed.

"And what," Harry resisted the urge to sigh at the dramatic pause, "did Mr. Potter do to your brother, Mr. Weasley?"

Fred's face paled as he caught sight of McGonagall turning the corner from which he and his brother had come, "Professor," he started, looking towards Harry's scared expression and then back at his outstretched arm that holding his wand threateningly over the figure sprawled on the ground, "It's not how it seems," he said, hopefully.

McGonagall's eyebrows rose, "Indeed, and how does it seem to you?"

George obviously didn't know what to do, torn between raging at McGonagall about Harry, or finding out what was wrong with his brother. One last look at Harry had him deciding against the former, the malevolence that the boy had emitted as he had threatened them earlier had Fred acting in self preservation. "I, I thought he had done something to hurt George," he said, walking over to his brother, who was no longer hunched over, but still held his hand tentatively against his temple. Harry hadn't been kind whilst searching though his memories, it was likely that the headache would last the rest of the evening.

The professor turned a critical eye towards George. "And are you harmed?" she asked, barely trying to conceal her exasperation.

George looked towards Fred first, understanding the message in his twin's eyes, "No, just a sudden headache," he replied, eyes downcast.

"So why was Mr. Potter on the floor, at wandpoint?" she asked sternly. Harry could see that the twins didn't have a plan to get them out of this mess. So he decided to do it for them.

"Professor," he spoke up shyly, "It's okay, really. It was my fault really, I know I shouldn't be out but I was running back to my dorm. I wasn't watching where I was going and," he paused here, shuffling his feet and forcing a blush to stain his cheeks, "I bumped into George, or is it Fred?" he looked nervously towards the twins.

McGonagall sighed to herself, "Why is it that it's always you two?" she asked herself more than anyone else, tiredly rubbing her eyes.

"Professor?" Harry questioned quietly, affecting a trembling lip and watery eyes, "Have I put everyone in trouble?" he asked as if it was the worst thing he could possibly imagine doing.

The stern eyes softened at the pathetic image that Harry presented, "Of course not Mr. Potter, everyone here has placed themselves in trouble." Harry presented her with a relieved and grateful face.

McGonagall seemed to gather herself and the stern glint returned to her eye, "You are all still in trouble however, ten points from each of you for being out after curfew, and detention for you two," she said, gazing at the twins, "after dinner tomorrow, I shall expect you there at eight o'clock precisely. Now, off to bed!"

Dejectedly, the twins turned on their heels and stalked in the direction of the Gryffindor tower with their tails between their legs.

"I shall be escorting you back to Ravenclaw young man," she said, turning to Harry, "I'm letting you off lightly this time, but make sure this never happens again, do you understand?" McGonagall asked rhetorically, as she then turned and started walking the opposite way from the twins and towards Ravenclaw tower. Harry didn't bother concealing his glare.

x ~ x ~ x

Harry lay in his bed after McGonagall had left him at the entrance to Ravenclaw tower, content, for once, in being in his dorm rather than the library. He had cast a few sixth year privacy charms around his drapes before conjuring up a softly glowing ball of light above the activated Marauder's Map, which he was now studying.

There were a lot of things about the map that intrigued Harry, it didn't show the Chamber of Secrets, but it did show a number of secret passages in and around the school that could cut some of Harry's journey times down considerably. Two of those passages even led straight to Hogsmeade, one surfacing at the shrieking shack, the other in the cellar of Honeydukes. Harry vowed to spend more time exploring the castle in the near future.

The other intriguing thing about the map was the small black dot in the Gryffindor tower that had no business being there.

"Peter Pettigrew."

A/N So here it is.. sorry to leave it on a bit of a cliff hehe. I know it was a bit long winded and not too much happened, but at least you get a little taste of what Harry has become. Reviews are very welcome, as usual. Thank you for your support, I'm overwhelmed at the amount of people favouriting and following the story that I've found growing in some strange place in my mind, and I've got to say, you guys really are what keeps me going!
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